Incest/Taboo Crosswords

I pulled my hand back out of danger and held it still. Lynn continued to breathe regularly, eyes closed, and relaxed. I pushed my hand forward, fingers stretching out to tickle the inner sides of both thighs. Lynn 'slept' on. My hand moved back and forth, resuming its former path. The crisis was over. I would just do this for a few more minutes and then stop as if nothing had ever happened.

But then I did it again. I curled my fingers into a ball and pushed my hand up until it pressed against Lynn's panties. Her thighs immediately closed over my fist, clutching and releasing rapidly, three or four times. I pulled my hand back and let my fingers deploy, scratching down the inner sides of her thighs, relishing in their trembles, ecstatic in their appreciation of my loving touch.

I pulled my hand away and let it rest on the back of Lynn's left knee. Her ass tensed underneath the dress and strained upward. I slid my hand forward a couple of inches, producing the same response. I looked around the small park. The few elderly people present were far away, sitting on benches and gazing at the gardens. I moved forward, trying to keep my fingers away from the sides of Lynn's thighs but I failed several times, barely grazing her skin. Her legs quivered. In anticipation? Did my sister know what I was doing, at some level. I scrutinized her face. She looked like she'd been sleeping for hours.

I closed my hand into a fist and pushed my arm under Lynn's dress, all the way, until my knuckles thudded into the underside of her panties. Immediately, Lynn's thighs clutched my fist in a spastic series of rapid hugs varying in tempo and duration. Courageously, or foolishly, I kept my hand in place, pushing it more firmly against my sister's panties. The quivering clutches intensified and I moved my fist up and down, rubbing my knuckles over Lynn's panties, and the excited pussy underneath.

Suddenly, her legs went rigid and her thighs literally vibrated around my hand, causing her whole body to shake. It continued for at least a minute but I held my ground until the tremors subsided and Lynn was still. As her legs relaxed, I withdrew my hand, pulling it up to my face and breathing in her scent, gazing at the blue-hairs admiring their own flowers from the benches. Gently, I tugged Lynn's dress down and waited for her to 'wake up'. I waited and waited but Lynn didn't give any sign of waking. She really must have been asleep. I patted her on the bum and, with some difficulty, stopped myself from clutching her cheeks.

"Lynn, wake up. We should go."

I repeated myself but didn't pat her ass again. I didn't trust myself not to grab a handful. Instead, I grasped her ankle and gently shook her leg until Lynn lifted her head and groggily looked back at me.

"Did you let me fall asleep?" she asked.

"I did," I said. "Guilty as charged. You left me all alone with nothing to do but commune with nature and the raisins over there," I waved at the bench and laughed.

"Be nice," Lynn laughed, getting up onto her hands and knees.

I stood and reached down to give her a hand up, thinking about how great it would be to just get down behind her. I wiped the image from my mind with some difficulty.

"Come on," I said. "We should get going."
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Lynn was in an excellent mood that night at dinner. The kids picked up on it and the banter around the table was considerably more active than the night before. Even Dale kicked in with an enthusiasm I hadn't noted in him before. After dessert, Dale and I were left alone. Lynn had gone to the kitchen to discuss something with Rosita and the kids had performed their normal disappearing act, though later than usual. Dale had poured us each a glass of twenty-year-old port.

"I hope you'll stay with us for a while," Dale said after taking his first sip. "Lynn's been a little depressed since your mother passed away but she's like her old self with you here."

Dale held his glass toward me before taking another drink.

"I'm glad to hear that, Dale, but I'm not sure how long I can stay."

"You'll stay at least until the estate is settled, won't you? You can use the cottage if you don't want to stay in the house, I mean, if you need your own space. Manuel and Rosita don't live there anymore. We only use it for guests."

"That's kind of you but no, I'm fine in the house. I don't know how long I'll be staying. I'm feeling a little restless myself."

"All the more reason for you and Lynn to be together," Dale said, pressing his point.

Our heads turned as Lynn's footsteps sounded in the hallway coming from the kitchen. Dale looked back at me and spoke in a confidential tone.

"Well, think about it anyway. I'd really appreciate it and I'm sure Lynn would too."

"I will," I said as Lynn rejoined us.
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That night, I struggled with what I had done in the park. Lynn had had an orgasm. Clearly, something was lacking in her life but I was thankful she hadn't woken up. Getting felt up by her brother, someone she should be able to trust more than almost anyone else, wasn't something she needed to deal with. I hammered my fist into my thigh to emphasize my anger for endangering our relationship and my resolve not to let it happen again. Just because I wanted it didn't mean she did too and I needed to stop deluding myself. It was hard, but I stayed away from the balcony that night, not that Lynn would have been there but I stayed away nonetheless.

It was the weekend. I hung around with kids and took them out for the day. It was a beautiful day and they were excited to go for a drive in the Camaro but soon tired of it. We ended up going to a matinee of all things. That night, we all played Monopoly. Even Dale played for a while but he was he was quickly eliminated.

After the kids went to bed, I sat in the living room and read a book. Well, I stared at the fireplace mostly, but I had a book with me. Dale was working in his office working under the light of a single, jade lamp. Lynn had gone upstairs with the children but soon joined me. Instead of sitting on her regular couch, she sat down beside me with a crossword puzzle book.

"I thought you hated crosswords," I said.

Lynn didn't look away from her puzzle when she answered. "I did but I started doing them after Mom went and I've been doing them ever since. I kind of like doing them now."

I left her to it, picking up my book and trying to read in earnest but my attention was soon distracted by Lynn's bare feet next to me on the small couch. Loveseats, I guess they were actually called. Lynn had tucked her feet up on the couch beside her and was leaning over the arm where the puzzle book rested while she filled it in. I couldn't help glancing at her legs. The sight of them reminded me of the incident in the park and I was about to get up to remove myself from temptation when Lynn stretched her feet out and wiggled her toes under my thigh.

"Are you cold?" I asked. "I can get you a blanket."

"No," Lynn replied.

"No, you don't want a blanket?"

"No."

"Do you want me to turn up the fireplace?"

I started to get up but Lynn stretched her hand out and pressed on my leg, pushing me back down.

"Stay," she said.

I settled back into the couch but I was anything but relaxed. The warmth of Lynn's feet transferred to my flesh. It was more excitement than heat. I kept my face in my book, afraid to look at her legs or her hip and the curve of the tight brown tweed skirt she wore. But I was weak and my eyes soon roamed over her bare lower legs and onto her skirt and even up to the bulge in the side of her textured white blouse. I turned, guiltily, and looked across the floor into Dale's office. He was looking at me and smiled when my eyes met his. I smiled back and quickly looked away, at the fireplace and then at my book and, a moment later, at my sister's feet. She wiggled her toes as if in appreciation.

I tried hard to get into the story, flipping back a few pages to re-read what had transpired — the words having entered my head without comprehension — jaw tensed with determination. I succeeded, to my surprise, and was soon swept up in the action. The hero was on the chase, about to save his lover's life. I turned the page, and lost it.

Hesitantly I dropped my hand onto my thigh and stared blankly at the fresh pages. I tried to rebuild in my mind what had happened, not in the book but on the couch, for my hand hadn't lifted from my leg to turn the page, it had risen from the side where it had been cupping the back of Lynn's ankle. My skin prickled. Lynn's hand found mine, and dragged it off my thigh and onto her heel, then pushed it up to her ankle before returning to her crossword.

I kept still. All I could think of was pulling my hand back but instead my fingers closed around my sister's leg. Lynn wiggled her foot and I started to pull my hand away but she grasped it once again and pushed it back onto her ankle, then moved it up and down to indicate what she wanted it to do before releasing it. I repeated her prescribed motion and Lynn's hand returned to the puzzle book.

So I started rubbing the back of Lynn's calves. I moved up to the part where her muscles thickened then traveled back to her heels and around to the bottom of her feet, tickling her soles. I moved slowly, not just because that was the way I would normally do it, but also because I wanted to avoid detection. I glanced toward Dale several times, feeling guilty, like I was doing something wrong and violating his trust. But my obligation to my sister won over that and the fear I felt within myself about my own weakening resolve. I continued stroking Lynn's legs.

Lynn shifted her weight and wiggled her legs about when she turned the page to start a new puzzle, causing her feet to pull away from under my leg. I lifted my thigh, expecting her to push her feet back underneath but instead she pulled them, and my hand, toward herself. My hand was suddenly pressed between Lynn's ankles and the bottom of her tweed skirt. I sat still, wondering if it was an accident and whether I should extricate my hand. I looked at Dale's office and caught him looking at me again. He smiled and I smiled awkwardly in return. He was still watching when Lynn's hand dropped onto mine and urged it to continue its stroking caress along the back of her legs. I thanked the architect that had designed this house with a sunken living room. Dale was straight across and slightly back from my line of sight looking behind Lynn so he probably couldn't see anything on the couch anyway, just our heads and shoulders.

I looked down, briefly mesmerized by her instructing hand, then looked back at her husband. I smiled and Dale smiled back before looking down at his desk. Lynn's hand released mine but hovered above until its continued motion was assured. I was acutely conscious that my hand, stroking the back of Lynn's ankle and calf, was also rubbing along the bottom of her brown, tweed skirt.

I don't know how may times my hand scraped along that rough material before I realized that when Lynn had changed her position she had cocked her hips. The one nearest me was turned up so my hand was rubbing between her legs and bottom more than it was scraping down the side as before and, at the end of each stroke, my hand briefly left the roughness of the skirt to stroke the underside of Lynn's bare thighs. I must have been unconsciously lengthening my strokes because I began sensing more and more skin. Looking down, I confirmed that I was almost reaching the back of Lynn's knees with each stroke but I noticed something else too. With each stroke back to her heels, my hand tried to drag her skirt along too, and it was meeting with some success. I looked up quickly to see if Dale was watching but he was sitting back, face buried intently in a large reference book.

As I looked back at Lynn, her puzzle book caught my eye. It wasn't a new one; it was tattered and old, and looked strangely familiar. Just then, Lynn shifted slightly and my hand, caught in mid-stroke halfway down her leg, suddenly slipped up, slightly between her thighs with the arch behind my thumb pressing against the hem of her skirt. There was no reason for my thumb to be extended like that between my sister's legs but it was and as my hand continued stroking back, my thumb dragged Lynn's skirt along with it.

Lynn's leg muscles were tense and I realized that she was holding herself up from the couch, making it easier for the skirt to travel. My hand slid back along her calf, this time caressing more than rubbing, all the way to her knee. On the way back, I consciously flipped my thumb up high and pulled it between the press of Lynn's thighs, hooking and dragging her skirt way back. Lynn's leg muscles relaxed and she sank into the cushion, her thighs closing over my thumb. I jerked my head toward Dale. He was still reading. I leaned toward Lynn.

"Are they hard puzzles?"

My voice was unintentionally hoarse, reflecting the feelings coursing through me at that moment. My thumb pressed deeper between Lynn's thighs and I knew from the heat it was near her panties.

"Yeah. It's one of Mom's."

My breath caught and I stared at the book, searching for clues but I didn't recognize it as the one that had started us on our path of love. Of course not, idiot. She wouldn't have left that one for someone to find. I breathed again and realized that Lynn's breath had caught too when she inhaled. This wasn't a park and Lynn wasn't sleeping. We were sitting together and my hand was between her legs. Why wasn't she jumping up and slapping me? Why wasn't she at least angry? I mean, her husband was only twenty feet away!

I wiggled my thumb and Lynn shuddered but her hand began filling in a word as if nothing had happened. I pushed my hand deeper between her thighs, ignoring her calves, and moved it back and forth in short strokes, worming its way back toward her panties. Lynn finished the word and looked up and away and I knew she was looking at Dale. I looked up and saw him smiling at us. I smiled back and pulled my hand until the back of my extended thumb contacted the front of my sister's panties. I looked away and Lynn's thighs tightened around my hand. She was still looking at her husband as I wiggled my thumb across the crease in her panties. Her grip tightened, so tightly it would have been difficult to pull my hand away, even if I wanted to... and I didn't, despite the screaming morality center of my mind.

After a long look at Dale, Lynn finally looked back at her puzzle. I dropped my book and moved the hand that had been holding it toward her crossword puzzle book, keeping the thumb of my other hand pressed firmly against her panties.

"Which puzzle book is it?" I asked calmly, still pretending that nothing unseemly was happening.

"They're all the same, aren't they?" Lynn said, her voice sounding more tense than mine.

"No, Mom liked some better than others. I imagine that's why she kept this one, unless it was just one of the last ones she was working on," I theorized.

Lynn brushed my hand away onto the top of her skirt.

"It's not the one you're thinking of," Lynn said, her voice turning husky.

I was shocked.

"I wasn't thinking of any one in particular," I stammered.

"Oh, weren't you?" Lynn asked, her tone now teasing. Her hand dropped onto mine where it rested on top of her thighs, near her knees, and pushed my fingers over until they drooped between her legs.

"No. Why would I?" I responded, feeling excited about where her hand was directing me, vying with the fear generated by her hint about the secret crossword book.

"I don't know," Lynn said, using her hand to pull mine into her lap and dragging the top of her skirt back to be more in line with the bottom. I rubbed my lower hand up and down, pressing it even more firmly against her panties. "Maybe it's something we should talk about," she said.

"I'd rather not," I replied thickly. I was violating my promise to Mom not to come on to Lynn but I had already convinced myself — I was learning how easy that was to do while in the surging throes of passion — that Mom had really meant back then, when my sister and I were both young. Surely, now that Lynn was a grown woman with children of her own, it should be her own decision. The last thing I wanted to discuss with Lynn now was any hint of the promise I had made to our mother and its clear message that we shouldn't be doing what we were doing.

I leaned forward to peer closely at the crossword puzzle, feigning a struggle to find a clue in aid of my sister. Part of my problem-solving process, it seems, required my left hand to descend between Lynn's legs until its fingertips met those of my right. I cupped her pantied pussy and moved my lower hand back, pressing its edge into the fleshiness of Lynn's ass, thrilled to find that she favored the tiny, thong type of lingerie. Amid several small gasps, I worked my hands, front and back, across and under Lynn's pussy and used the ridge between my thumb and index finger to scrape over her ass. It was overly rough but, judging by Lynn's suddenly harsh breathing, exactly what the doctor had ordered. Well, except for the doctor in the nearby office.

My bliss was shattered by the click of darkness as the light in Dale's office abruptly vanished. I lurched back and leaned over to my own side of the small couch just as Dale emerged from his darkened den. Lynn was pulling the bottom of her skirt down and pushing the top toward her knees with her other hand as her husband approached. The evening was effectively over.
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I fought with myself that night. Far from the excitement of the moment, my morals were holding more sway. By midnight, I was almost to the point of reaffirming my vow, the feel of Lynn's thighs clamped tightly over my hand and the smell of her heat fading from my fingers, when she reappeared in the back yard. The moon was less full this time but I could still see her naked form, walking more seductively than before to the edge of the pool, then sauntering slowing into the water until she suddenly dipped in and disappeared. Standing naked on the balcony with my erection launched at forty-five degrees to salute her imminent return. I waited and waited for Lynn to emerge from the water until, finally, I caught a sudden movement to the northwest.

Lynn was standing under a tree, watching me. She must have swum to the end of the pool, got out there, and circled around to the side near the cottage. The moonlight reflected off her naked breasts, which glistened with trickles of water from the pool. Her face was hidden in the shadows beneath the branches but the glints of her eyes looked directly at me. Her head turned and I knew she was looking at the cottage, then they turned back to me.

If you go, you're doomed, screamed the voice in my head.

I looked over the edge of the balcony to see if I could jump down. If it had been lawn, maybe, but it was a patio. I started to turn toward the door, wondering if I could sneak through the house without setting off the alarms.

On the memory of your mother, screamed the voice.

I stopped in my tracks and turned back to face the yard, and my sister. For a long moment, we stared at each other, neither of us moving. Then, my right hand dropped to my erection and grasped it firmly as my left arm lifted toward her. I stroked my cock. The glints burned brighter, then became even more fierce as Lynn extended one hand toward me while the other moved between her naked thighs to cup her sex. I began stroking faster.

This is wrong, the voice whined.

Shut up, I rasped in return. Give me this, at least, just this.

I stared at those glinting pinpoints as my hand moved faster and faster. When my chest began to heave, my eyes dropped to my sister's lowered hand, working feverishly between her legs. She had bent slightly forward, allowing me to see her face in the moonlight, strained yet ecstatic. I dropped my arm and leaned forward to brace my hand on the rail, my facial expression now matching my sister's. Low moans were ripping from my throat and though I was too far away to hear Lynn, I was sure the same was happening to her. I was yanking my cock so hard it was almost ripping off my body. Only seconds left. I tried to stifle it, wanting to come when she did, but I couldn't wait. It was coming, coming.

"Ohhhhhh, yeah," I groaned aloud. "Yeah, yeah... yeah," I grunted, more subdued, wanking slower but just as hard, my legs clenched, crouching over the railing as spurt after spurt arced through the night, flashing in the moonlight, and falling with audible splats on the patio below.

Lynn was hunched over, both hands between her legs, convulsed in her own orgasm. She fell to her knees on the lawn, her whole body shuddering through her climax. I released my drained cock and let it diminish, still half hard but becoming increasingly feeble between my legs. I leaned on the stone railing with both hands and watched the twitching in my sister's body slowly subside until she was still.

Lynn straightened up and stretched beyond her full height, on her toes, before relaxing to her normal stance. She smoothed her hair back and walked slowly toward me with the same seductive gait she had adopted earlier. I couldn't see the color of her eyes in the dark but her hair seemed to strangely flip from the dark brown of our mother's to the soft red of her own. As in the park, one moment it looked like Mom walking toward me and the next, Lynn.

I straightened up as she approached the balcony immediately in front of me. Why didn't she look up? Was she ashamed? That couldn't be, it flew in the face of her confident, sexual stroll toward me. As I pondered her submissive posture, Lynn looked up, smiled, and then immediately looked down again, at her feet. Her right foot moved, scraping over the patio, then lifted to rest, braced against her left knee with the bottom of her foot twisted up. Lynn looked up again and laughed. I couldn't see it but I knew she was showing me that she had purposely stepped in my wasted semen.

Her foot dropped, and she slipped under the balcony into the night.
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Lynn looked positively radiant the next day. She was dressed in a little print dress that accentuated her narrow waist and was equally flattering for her hips. The light material followed every curve of Lynn's body despite the looseness of the skirt. In short, the dress didn't hide the fact that Lynn had a very nice bottom distinctly constituted from two sculptured lumps of feminine flesh which were definitely not held rigidly in place. A similar situation was evident above her waist. She was a joy to watch.

A day of family relaxation was planned around the pool but Dale was called in to an emergency surgery just as breakfast was winding up. There was a quick kiss goodbye and a "be good for your mother" to the children before a nod to me. "Think about it," Dale said.

"Think about what?" Lynn quizzed me after Dale had gone.

"Nothing," I said.

"It isn't nothing. What is it?" Lynn persisted, poking me. "You know I'll bug you until I find out," she said.

"Yeah, spill it," Gordon said, echoed by a louder chant from his sister and an even more boisterous plea from their mother.

I relented under the combined assault. "Your Dad asked me to stay for a while."

The kids started chanting, "Stay, stay, stay."

"He offered the cottage if I wanted my own space," I added in the din.

"Stay, stay, stay."

"Ok," I laughed. "I'll stay for a while."

The kids cheered and crowded around my chair to hug me. Lynn reached out and put her hand over mine.

"Thanks, bro. You don't know how much it means to us."

After the kids left, I poured myself another cup of coffee. Rosita came in and started clearing away the dishes. When she left, I spoke in a low voice to Lynn.

"It won't be easy for me to be here," I said, looking meaningfully at my sister. "I think we both know that things have gotten a little crazy." Lynn nodded and I appreciated that she wasn't going to pretend that nothing was going on. "But you need to know," I went on, " that I made a promise and I intend to keep it."

Lynn smiled and squeezed my hand. "We should all keep our promises," she said.

"So we understand each other, then?"

"Yes, little brother. We do."

I was surprised that she wasn't more curious about what promise I had made but I left it at that. I briefly wondered if Mom had said anything to her about it but quickly rejected the idea. There was no way Mom would have told Lynn what she and I had done. No way.

"Alright then. I'll move into the cottage today."

"Great. I'll get Rosita to make sure it's clean and have Manuel move your things."

"No, you won't. I can clean it myself and move my own stuff."

"But...,"

"No buts. I'll look after myself or it's no deal.

"But...,"

"And no visitors, unless they're invited," I said.

"The kids will miss you."

"The kids can come over anytime."

Lynn was miffed at that. "What about dinner?" she asked tartly.

"I'd love to come for dinner." That was timed perfectly as Rosita returned. "I love Rosita's cooking," I expounded. Rosita grinned.

"So do we all," Lynn said.

Rosita scooped up the rest of the dishes and left.

"And I'll eat breakfast alone," I said.

"Suit yourself."

Lynn softened later and it turned out to be a very pleasant day. While she tanned, the kids and I swam in the pool. We had lunch and then all of us piled into the Camaro to find an ice cream place for dessert. Dale called to say he couldn't make it for dinner and asked if I would take Lynn and the kids out for dinner, his treat of course. Lynn insisted we go to IL Bellagio's, one of her favorites. When we got home, Dale was in his study. He made it home in time for dinner but let Rosita rustle up something for him to eat rather than trying to catch up to us.

After the kids went to bed, we watched some old family films that Lynn had converted to DVDs. I was shocked to see how much Lynn looked like Mom at Lynn's age. Of course, the dress helped. Lynn smiled, pleased with herself, when I recognized the dress she was wearing. It didn't look nearly so risqué on Mom, but then it wasn't designed to be worn over such tiny panties and a half bra. We had started on separate couches but when Mom appeared in the same dress Lynn was wearing she moved to mine — so she could see better she said — but kept her distance.

"Didn't she look great in this?" Lynn asked, bending her wrists and waving her hands down the front of her body while nodding at Mom on the screen.

"Yes, she certainly did," I replied.

Lynn paused the film with Mom walking toward the camera, the still frame profiling Mom's mid-thirties figure perfectly for a detailed comparison. I knew what Lynn was doing but despite myself, I ran a slow comparison between her and Mom. Lynn kept her eyes on the screen, either to allow me all the time I needed for an uninhibited assessment or to perform her own evaluation. She allowed her body to stretch and relax, lift slightly and relax at all the proper moments as my eyes appreciated the vibrancy beneath her skin, at once both herself and a live version of Mom. I had to confess, between the two of them, it was a tie.

With a throaty chuckle, Lynn unpaused the DVD and seemed pleased when my attention didn't return immediately to the screen. A moment later, I found myself watching Lynn's legs. She had crossed the one nearest me over the other and was slowly bouncing it up and down. I stared blankly for a few seconds at her feet, crested with a strange tone of red paint over her toenails which were visible since Lynn straightened her leg at the top of each swing. My eyes soon refocused, however, when I noticed the muscles along the side of her thigh, now almost completely bare because she had pulled the hem of her skirt way back. The flesh under her thigh alternately tensed and relaxed with each swing of Lynn's leg. I don't know how long I looked at her leg but the tightening in my shorts indicated it was for more than a few seconds. I was about to call it a night while I could still escape when Lynn suddenly blurted out.

"Look," she cried, unfolding her leg and leaning forward, pointing at the screen. "This is my favorite part."

I jerked my face away from Lynn's leg in time to see Mom run over and try to pull my sister off me. Lynn had me on the ground, straddling my chest and holding my arms to the side with her knees. As Mom pulled her back my head raised up, still calling for help, but my eyes shifted down and it was apparent where I was looking. Lynn rose up on her knees but Mom kept pulling her back. She struggled but Mom won, at a cost. Both of them tumbled backward, rolling onto their backs and shoulders as I sat up, eyes still locked between my sister's legs, but the camera soon caught their lateral movement to my mother. I was still staring, mesmerized, when the camera shifted to Mom and Lynn, shrieking and pushing their dresses down, yelling at Dad to stop filming.

"See, you always were Mom's favorite, and she yours," Lynn asserted, looking at me intensely as if waiting for a challenge.

I had no doubt that Lynn knew exactly where I was looking, not just at her but at Mom, too. As if to confirm my suspicion, Lynn turned her eyes down and I realized that my erection had grown substantially during the scene and was suffering further impetus under my sister's admiring gaze.

Dale's chair suddenly scraped back and I turned to look. He was straightening up, mug in hand, and turning toward his door. I sucked in my breath and froze for a second then turned frantically to find something to cover myself with. I reached for the cushion at my side, but it was gone. I jerked my head back. Dale had made it to the door and was searching for the light switch. Lynn was silently laughing, her eyes glinting mischievously. She was holding the cushion and as soon as I saw it, she tossed it back onto the couch behind her with an accompanying increase in apparent amusement. Her eyes dropped to my errant erection, proudly announcing its presence half way down the right leg of my shorts, unaware of the imminent peril. The light in Dale's office went out and he walked through the doorway, turning to pull the door closed.

Lynn suddenly lurched forward and threw herself across my lap, covering my shorts, and my stiff cock. I stared at the screen, sitting stiffly as Dale approached, jaw set, desperately trying to get my feelings under control but the pressure of my sister's breasts on top of my stiff member made that technically impossible. Fear of her husband's discovery and the feminine warmth of Lynn's body forced my mind to follow my eyes' piercing attack on the screen, hoping Dale couldn't see Lynn lying atop me and that he would simply courteously walk by and go upstairs to bed . I was gritting my teeth so hard, I thought they would shatter when Dale's voice startled me. He was standing right behind me.

"Too much for her, was it?" he inquired.

I looked back, saw the direction of his gaze, and looked down at Lynn lying across my lap, my hands hovering awkwardly above her back.

"Uh..."

"Was she upset?" Dale asked.

"I don't... uh, I..."

"She often gets that way when she watches this but likes to be on her own," Dales voice kind of dwindled off.

I let my hand fall on Lynn's back and gently rubbed her shoulder, more to buy into Dale's interpretation of what was going on than to comfort Lynn. Her body trembled and I knew it was from tightly held laughter. Anger welled up within me. This wasn't funny!

I gripped her shoulder and the situation immediately became worse. Lynn's hand, which had being hanging listlessly over my knee, bent and, under the cover of her body, threaded its way between my knees and into the leg of my shorts. Her fingers wiggled up the inside of my thigh and tickled the underside of the tip of my cock just as her husband spoke again.

"She likes to watch this by herself," Dale expanded on his previous statement as Lynn's hand moved higher. "It makes her quite melancholy and she always wants to be alone afterward."

Lynn's finger stretched out and her nail scratched back along the underside of my cock. I cried out in surprise but managed to convert my outburst into a cough, which was repeated several times because as I leaned forward to hack away, I unintentionally thrust my hard cock along the length of Lynn's palm which immediately squeezed it against my leg while her fingers curled around my shaft. When I leaned back Lynn's soft hand pulled the skin over the head. I coughed again, but remained upright.

"Are you alright?" Dale asked. Lynn's hand pushed the skin back over my shaft and her fingers stretched out to tickle the underside of my balls, before dragging the skin back over my cockhead and capping the stroke off with a gentle, loving pinch.

"Yes, I'm fine," I gasped. Lynn's fingers were tickling my balls again.

"Would you like some water?" Dale asked. She was on the upstroke and squeeze.

"That would be great," I croaked.

As soon as he turned away, I thought, I could shove Lynn's hand out of my shorts. But Dale ignored his offer. He was leaning over, looking down at his wife.

"I guess she just couldn't watch it anymore, hey?"

I looked down at Lynn, wondering why he couldn't tell that his wife was jacking me off right in front of him but now that I looked, knowing that her hand was slowly sliding up and down my cock, I couldn't see any evidence of her outrageous behavior either. Lynn looked like she was peacefully napping on my lap.

"She just can't make it through the whole thing, poor girl," Dale said.

I looked at Lynn's head. "Yeah, I guess so," I said.

Lynn was facing me, her head pressing against the plushly cushioned arm of the leather couch. While her husband's attention was on her face, sweet Lynn scratched her nail along the underside of my throbbing cock, shoved her palm aggressively down my shaft, and folded her fingers around my balls. I managed to turn my groan into a strangled gulp.

"Oh, your water," Dale exclaimed. "I forgot."

He turned away and I tried to push Lynn's shoulder up so I could reach under to shove her hand off my cock but she resisted, her couch side hand grabbing my shorts and pulling them higher up my leg, exposing my cock. Or it would have, if I managed to push her off or she got up. I changed my tactic, wrapping a hand over each shoulder and pulling her down. I was surprised by how easily her body moved. It was so quick, her rump hunched up and her head slid back onto my lap. Her free hand pulled my shorts up even higher while her engaged manipulator, still holding my cock, lifted it from my leg and guided it into her mouth.

It was strange how I could be intensely aware of two situations at the same time. I heard the tap running in the kitchen and could picture Dale there, filling a large glass several times and dumping it out, waiting for the water to cool. At the same time, I was blissfully aware of how fantastic his wife's mouth felt sliding down my organ, rendering it slick with her hot saliva. If I was so adverse, why did I let Lynn's head advance and retreat half a dozen times before trying to push it away.

The water had stopped running. I could 'see' Dale returning, slowly, trying not to spill the glass he had filled too full. I needed more time to get my sister off my cock but why had my hand curled around the back of her neck, why had the other closed its grip on her hair, and why was I pulling her onto my cock and groaning out loud. I could hear Dale's slippers shuffling over the tiles in the hallway now. My hips lunged forward and I was perversely pleased that I had caught his wife by surprise, her wet gulp like music in my ears. I held her head, denying her retreat, nudging her throat in revenge. Take that, you ballsy little bitch, holding my cock firmly against the back of my sister's mouth and releasing her head only when I heard her husband's feet rounding the corner.

Lynn pushed up to her former position and my only thought was to ensure that she had adequately covered my cock, not that she had let it go. In fact, I didn't want her to release my cock and I wished Dale had taken longer so I could have enjoyed her mouth for longer.

"Here you go," Dale announced his arrival.

I twisted around to capture the glass of cold water from his outstretched hand. Lynn's hand was twisting tightly around the head of my cock and her other one, taking advantage of the lift of my twisting body, slipped under my ass, inside my shorts, and curled up to grasp my balls. Lynn started slowly jacking me off while the fingers of her other hand repeatedly clasped and released my balls. I held the glass up in my left hand and dropped the right onto Lynn, lightly brushing her upper back in a tender, brotherly caress. I ignored Dale and looked at the screen.

"It's amazing how much she looked like Lynn at that age," Dale commented.

"Yes. The other way around, actually," I said, taking a long sip of cold water which didn't dampen the heat I felt throughout my body the least bit.

"Of course," Dale said.

We watched in silence as Dad filmed Mom getting up and sauntering down the sandy beach while little Lynn and I played nearby. Even in the old two-piece suits of the day, it was impossible to hide the fact that Mom had a very nice body. Lynn's stroking hand and fingers were almost an afterthought. Dale and I both watched a very sexy looking woman slowly wade into the water until the waves covered her bottom. Only then did Dale speak, awkwardly, as if he shouldn't have been watching.

"Well," he paused to give a little cough. "I guess I'll go up to bed."

I downed the water and handed it back to him.

"Don't let her stay down here. She won't sleep well."

"I won't," I replied thickly.

Lynn was really starting to get to me, maybe because the screen had reminded me of how Mom's hands and mouth felt on my cock. Weird, the effect of genes. The movements of Lynn's hands were almost identical to Mom's.

I turned to watch Dale walk away and transferred my hand automatically to the back of Lynn's head as it moved down onto my lap, sucking my cock into her mouth just as her husband disappeared around the corner. I didn't try to shove it into her mouth hard. I was in no hurry and knew I had lots of time now. I relaxed into the back of the couch as Lynn's mouth worked my stiff prick, content to let my hand move back and forth with the movements of her head, fingers gently twining in her hair. Mom was swimming lazily back and forth amongst the other swimmers. She looked good, and her daughter's mouth felt wonderful.

Lynn began sucking more earnestly. I knew she wanted to make me come. She had been flaunting herself in front of me constantly since we'd left home despite knowing about my promise. She must have some idea of what it was about, yet she wanted to taste me, in a sense, right in front of Mom.

I no longer cared. I didn't have the will to keep my promise to Mom, not if it meant denying the person I most loved in the world. I didn't have the heart to say no.

I twisted underneath Lynn, resting my back against the cushion and holding her hair back so I could watch her mouth plunge up and down on my cock. She seemed so happy and I did too, not terrible like I felt I should. I turned to look at the screen just as Mom waded out of the water, rivulets running off her body as she walked, arms pushing her hair up high before letting it fall. She looked gorgeous.​