Incest/Taboo Miracle Cream

"Could you like reach into my pocket? Get your mind out of the gutter," Cory rolled his eyes when Cassy gave him that look, "I need my phone, and I can't very well pull it out with these," he said, holding up his hands.

"Oh. Why do you need it?"

"Promised I would call; I always keep my word. As the Joker once said: 'I'm a man of my word.'"

"But didn't he like cut someone's mouth open after he said that?" Cassy asked, as she reached into his pocket.

"You've seen that movie but can't be bothered to know the real origins of the Joker?! Woe is me, whatever has become of this generation?!" Cory uttered, playing up his southern bell voice. His face instantly heated as the ringtone Cassy had made and recorded on his phone filled the air. Holding it out of reach when he made a grab for it. Not enjoying the sultry smirk on her lips as his phone continued to ring.

"Yes? Hello, Mrs. Miller, sorry it took so long, but I had to dig his phone out of his shorts, and Cory was being rather uncooperative. Yes, yes, I think that would be for the best," Cassy said, with a wicked gleam in her eyes when she gazed at Cory. "Mmmhmm, two weeks would be great. I think he needs it."

"What the hell are you getting me into?!" Cory asked, trying to snatch his phone from her with his right hand, only to be easily blocked by Cassy.

"Yes, we're just now leaving. I'll let Cory tell you," Cassy said, before handing over his phone.

"Cory?! You're grounded?!"

"What the hell for?!" Cory bemoaned.

"Cassy's there to take care of you, not so you could fight against her." His mother's stern voice came over the line.

"Oh, come on, she's fucking with you, you have to see that. Tell her you were joking?!" Cory demanded, looking at Cassy.

"Me? I would never lie about the behavior of my patient. That would be unethical," Cassy said, in a sweet innocent voice.

"But you are?!"

"Any proof of that?" Cassy taunted.

"She's lying, I asked her to get my phone out for me so I could call you and Dad since you asked me to, and she kept my phone away from me while it was ringing," Cory said, trying to explain the situation.

"And why would Cassy do that?"

"Because she's a murderous, evil, sinister Pixie!" Cory shouted. "See, she's laughing?! Would someone innocent be laughing?"

"We'll talk about this later. Now, how did the appointment go."

"I have a cast again," Cory answered, blowing out a breath. A little annoyed that Cassy was getting far too much enjoyment out of this.

"Okay, and did Dr. Whitmore remove your staples?"

"No, she stopped."

"Oh?! And why did she stop?"

"It hasn't healed up enough to stay closed on its own. So, I won't get them removed for another eleven days if it doesn't stay closed by then more sutures," Cory said, informing his mother what had gone on just a few minutes ago.

"Oh. I'm sorry, Cory. I know how much you were looking forward to getting them removed. So did she replace the staples she took out?"

"No, she doesn't have any in her office, so she used sutures."

"Ah. Call your father. I'm sure he's waiting for your call. Now no more being difficult for Cassy."

"Okay, now I'm leaning towards the first one," Cory grumbled in annoyance as he brought up his father's number.

"Ah, you poor baby," Cassy cooed in mock sincerity.

"No more bouncy, bouncy for you," Cory said, bringing his phone up to his ear, to which Cassy just shrugged her shoulders. Arching an eyebrow when it just rang and rang and rang before it was sent to his father's voicemail. Leaving one detailing what had happened at his appointment before cutting off his phone. Then texting Zoe telling her she better come get her girlfriend before he killed her. Walking past Cassy without a word, eager to be home.

Saturday, 8:55 in the morning...

Cory tried not to notice how all the old men were staring at his sister's ass as she paid for their tickets for the car show. While the car ride to Hillsborough was rather quick, only twenty minutes, Cory was eager to see all the classic cars and how they went about restoring them. At first, he never cared, given he was a teen, had no money, nor access to a classic car. Now that he did, he wanted his little pony to shine like a beacon in the storm. Trying to keep his eyes from noticing how her 32B breasts bounced beneath the blue tank top she had worn that morning, given the heat that permeated the morning air. Her white shorts hugged her hips as she turned back towards him. Her hair swayed against her back as it was held high in a ponytail. The morning light played along her dark hunter green eyes as she walked back towards him with the tickets in her hand. They had left Zoe behind; he needed a day away from Cassy, so they would be doing something else while they were away. Their mother opted to stay home and use the time to show how much she had missed her husband while they had the house to themselves. So, that left Cory alone with his older sister, something that seemed to greatly please her.

"Okay, Cory, I got the tickets; where do you want to go first?" Dayana asked, ignoring the looks she was garnering, her eyes never leaving her brother.

"To the booth, want to make sure I get those items before he sells them," Cory stated, looking down when Dayana looped her arm around his right.

"Then after that?" Dayana asked in a bashful tone as she glanced at her brother. A soft, rosy color flooded her cheeks as she did.

"Thought I'd look at some cars," Cory stated, watching Dayana handing the man at the entrance their tickets before being let into the show. Nodding when the man directed them towards the area where the vendors were, thanking the man before heading off in its direction.

Voices drifted on the air as they ventured deeper into the event area. While Cory did garner some looks, mainly because of his injuries, his sister was the main one that got most of the attention. Not that he cared; Cory was used to seeing men drooling over them. So he paid them no attention. Although, it did peg his interest that she wasn't even paying attention to it. Instead, she was just chatting away with him about this or that or how a custom truck looked like. Snorting when she spoke aloud, wondering if the owner had a seven-foot cock given how one would have to have a ladder to climb into the cab given the extreme lift kit they had used. However, his cheeks did become flush when she mused if she should parade around in a small bikini to show off his car once it was finished. He tried; he really, really did try not to imagine how she would look draped over the hood of his Mustang. He tried; that didn't mean he succeeded. Given how Cory felt a stirring within his shorts. He was so glad when they saw the man's booth, knowing that would give him time for his manhood to return to its slumber.

"Yes?! How can I help you?" The mid-fifties man asked in a polite tone as Cory and Dayana stepped up to his booth. His first customers of the day.

"Go on," Dayana encouraged, pushing Cory forward.

"Hi, would greet you properly but..." bringing up his hands, flashing the man a smile, "but as you see, they're quite occupied at the moment," Cory spoke, seeing the man nod with a smile. "My father's friend, Greg, said you might have a shaker hood for a '69 Mustang Mach 1 429 Cobra Jet; also, I was wondering if you have a restored steering wheel. While I would like for it to match the car, but I know that might not be practical, so Greg told me any Mustang from that year will fit it," he stated, seeing the man's eyebrows raising as he continued to speak.

"That's a very nice car; that's a hell of a find you got there," the man whistled.

"I know that thing is a beast," Cory nodded vehemently.

"Give me a moment; I need to fetch my laptop."

"Sure, no problem." Watching as the man squatted down and pulled a black fabric case from out beneath the table.

"You said you needed a shaker hood for the '69 Mustang Mach 1 R-Code? That right? It's the proper name for the Cobra Jet," the man said, when Cory looked at him confused.

"Oh. I didn't know that, but yes, that would be the car," Cory nodded.

"I do have one in stock," the man said, after checking his inventory. "But given its size, I didn't bring it along with me. I do offer shipping on all my items. I think that would be best for you," the man said, slyly glancing down.

"How much?"

"A thousand, but it comes with all the hardware you will need to attach it. I'm assuming you aren't the one who will be paying for it?" Knowing a boy his age wouldn't have that kind of cash just lying around. "Then here's my card; it has my website address on it. I'll set it aside until your parents can get on the site. Now, I do happen to have a normal '69 Mach 1 steering wheel with me today. The regular Mach 1 and the R-code have pretty much the same steering wheel, so you won't notice the difference."

"Can I see it?" Cory asked, glad something was going right for once.

"Certainly," the man replied in a chipper tone. A smile touched his lips as the boy looked over the steering wheel with enthusiasm. It was nice to see a boy his age interested in restoring a classic car instead of running off and buying something new and fancy.

"I'll take it," Cory said, once his inspection of the wheel was done.

"Excellent! For you, how does one-fifty sound?" the man asked, knowing that the wheel itself cost a little over four hundred given the work he had put into it to restore it back to pristine condition. Yet, he wasn't about to deprive the boy and shatter his dreams if he couldn't pay for it. So if he took a small loss on it, it wasn't a big deal to him.

"Sounds like you have a sale. Do you take debit?"

"I certainly do," the man nodded, "just give me a moment to fill out the invoice for you." Noting how the boy before him gingerly pulled out his wallet from his back pocket. "What's your email?" Nodding along when Cory spoke it slowly to him, so he could send his invoice to him if the wheel didn't properly fit, which was highly doubtful. "Here you are." Handing Cory back his card and seeing the woman he was with taking the wheel from him. "I'll email you the invoice shortly. If you have any problems installing or it just doesn't look right in the car. I'll be happy to exchange it for you with another one."

"Thank you so much! This has made my day," Cory said, with a wide smile on his lips.

"I'm happy to be of service to you and to help get you one step closer to your dream. Now is there anything else I can help you with today?"

"Do you sell the inner door panels, handles, and such for it as well?"

"I do. But original parts tend to get pricey."

"Do you carry aftermarket parts?"

"I do; however, aftermarket isn't always up to factory specs. You'll need a special tool to get the handles off if you want to get the panels off the door."

"Oh? I did not know that."

"Let me ask, what's the condition of these panels?"

"They're still in good shape, or I think so, just faded from age."

"Oh?! Then you don't need to change out the panels. It will take a lot of elbow grease, but this compound will bring the plastic back looking like new," he said, laying the two-part bottled compound before Cory.

"Do you carry that special tool?" Cory asked, seeing the man smile and nod, which was quickly placed beside the bottle. "I might as well go ahead and get those handles if you have them with you."

"Are you needing the door handles or the window cranks?"

"Both, the chrome on them are pretty pitted," Cory said, glad that he knew now that he needed that tool before going and putting the new window in the passenger door.

"Ah. Give me one sec."

"Cory, do you have enough?" Dayana asked, whispering in his ear.

"For the hood, no, but the rest, I can handle," Cory stated with a stern nod.

"Okay, I just don't want you going broke trying to do everything at once," Dayana said, in a sisterly voice, while lightly rubbing his back.

"Here you are, two inner door handles and two window cranks."

"How much for everything?"

"A hundred." Ringing up the sale for the young man, "I hope you enjoy the rest of the show and thank you for choosing me this morning. If you ever need advice on anything dealing with your car during your restoration stage, there are many self-help videos on my website. Apart from selling parts, I also restore classic cars, or you can contact me through it with any questions you might have. I'll be happy to help the best I can."

"Any videos on there about putting in a window?" Cory asked, knowing that was going to be tricky for him and his father.

"There are. Is the window just off its track or missing entirely?"

"Entirely."

"Hmm... is it street legal?"

"No, still waiting on the tag to get here."

"I'm guessing the hood isn't all that's missing on it."

"Some minor parts are," Cory nodded, "but nothing that would hinder it from being driven."

"Well, you don't need headlights in the daytime," he mused, stroking his chin. "If you bring the car in Wednesday, with your replacement, I can easily install it for you, along with your hood, at no extra charge."

"Really?"

"Really, putting in the window takes practice, and the hood is pretty much a three-man job. Not to be rude, but I don't think you can handle that right now."

"True, at the moment, I'm pretty much stuck on the sidelines," Cory agreed.

"If your tag comes in by then, I'd be happy to help you out."

"I'll have to have the car towed there, since the seats have been taken out to be reupholstered." Not missing the growing smile on the man's face.

"I can have it picked up and brought back to you in the same day."

"Then I'll be happy to take you up on your offer."

With his items safely tucked in an opacite plastic bag, and after telling the man the address to his house, agreeing on a time for his tow driver to arrive, Cory left the man's booth with a satisfied smile on his lips that something was finally going right in his life. After asking the man who stood at the entrance to the show if they could run their items out to their car and return. Which the man said yes, as long as they still had their ticket stubs, they quickly hurried to their mother's car, who had lent it to them for the day. Tucking the items into the trunk, once again, Dayana walked arm in arm with Cory back to the entrance to the show. Showing the man their ticket stubs and waving them through.

"You seem to be in a good mood," Dayana noted, as they perused the line of old classic Corvettes that ranged from the early '50s to the late '70s.

"It's been a good day," Cory spoke, being pulled off to the side when Dayana saw a rather curious 1940 DeSoto Coupe.

"Have you ever seen anything like this?" Dayana asked, as she bent over to examine the engine compartment without touching the paint.

"Only in the movies," Cory replied, trying not to stare at her ass as her shorts became taut along it.

"I wonder how fast it will go," Dayana said, peering back at him. Hiding her smile when she had caught how his eyes had moved from her ass to her face.

"It wasn't made for speed." Came a voice from behind him.

"Oh?" Cory mused, turning to look at the speaker. Stunned to see a mid-thirties woman standing there, nor was he prepared for how attractive the woman was. With her silky, wavy black hair, her soft blue eyes, those supple lips, her high cheekbones. Cory kept himself from allowing his eyes to move down her body. She was not someone he would have expected to be into old cars like the one they were looking at.

"It was made for the rich, so luxury was paramount at the time, not speed as it is today," the woman stated with a warm smile.

"Is this yours?" Dayana asked, coming to her brother's side.

"It is, spent five years restoring that beauty," the woman nodded.

"Bet it was hard finding all the parts for it," Cory said, in a friendly tone.

"It was, and expensive. Not many DeSoto Coupes still around these days, so parts are rare to come by. Many of them had to be fabricated off the measurements of the DeSoto Coupe in the Art & Speed Classic Car Gallery in Memphis, TN. So do the two of you have a car in the show or just here to see the pretty cars?"

"Actually, I came here to see a man about a shaker hood for my '69 Mustang Mach 1 429 Cobra jet and a steering wheel, then it turned into a shopping spree for the other parts I needed," Cory answered, noting the twinkle in the woman's eyes.

"That does normally happen," the woman nodded. "You think you're going to buy one or two parts, but you walk out with so much more than what you came here for." Cory noted how she looked to her right as someone called for her. "I have to run; I hope you two enjoy the show; there are so many cars and so many people here, I know you'll find something you'll like," she said, waving to them as she walked off.

"What?!" Cory uttered when his sister elbowed him in the ribs.

"My ass is the only one you should be looking at. It's ten times firmer than hers," Dayana huffed. A little annoyed that he would look at someone else when she, a hot, desirable woman, was standing right beside him.

"That so?"

"You know it is," leaning in, "you've been trying not to stare at it; why keep yourself from experiencing what we both know that you want?" Dayana whispered in a sultry tone as her hot breath played along his ear. "You know this is where it wants to rest," she said, placing Cory's right hand on her ass.

"You sure about that?" Cory asked, feeling a little horny since he hasn't had sex since Wednesday when Lucia came over to drop off the worksheets he was meant to do while he was out.

"Very," Dayana nodded, "why else is your thumb brushing along it if you didn't want it in your hand?"

"Okay, I got nothing," Cory admitted when he couldn't come up with a quick retort.

"Then you best keep those eyes in your head; you're with me today," Dayana said; while she wouldn't come right out and admit it, she did think of this as a date. Given that it was just the two of them, alone, miles from home, no one around who knew them. When Zoe had asked her about why she didn't hook up with all those rather attractive men on the boardwalk when they were at the beach after seeing Cory in the hospital, she couldn't rightly answer. She dared not voice what she herself truly wasn't ready to face. Yet, the emotions never went away. Slipping her arm along his waist to keep him close to her and so Cory could feel the shape of her body against his. If she was truthful with herself, she was getting rather horny, given the last time they had sex was over two weeks ago. She didn't want to seem needy when she knew he was hurting. She knew he'd been sleeping with their mother; the giant smile on her face every morning was a dead giveaway. Wondering if they could sneak off after they leave and take Cory somewhere where they could be alone without a house full of people hearing her scream like a banshee.

"Look, there's the Ford section," Dayana said, pointing out the sign. "Maybe we can find you some ideas for yours," she exclaimed; she so couldn't wait to be in that car, driving down the road. Feeling the power of that Boss 429 cubic-inch V8 rumbling in the seat of her pants. She knew, given how horny she was, if Cory started up that car right then she would cream her pants.

"Too early," Cory muttered, walking past the '65 Mustang, a few early T-birds, trucks, and earlier models of cars. Until they came upon a long row that went on for a hundred yards. Mustangs from the very first year all the way towards the end of the '70s sat shimmering in the morning light.

"Cory?!" Dayana called out as they split up to see if they could find a Mach one from the same year or if they were lucky, a Cobra Jet. Quickening his step when he saw her smiling face. "I found one!"

"You did?!" Cory's voice held excitement as he neared.

"Mmmhmm," Dayana nodded. "See?!" she cooed, pointing to the silver letters that spelled out 'Cobra Jet' on the ram scoop air intake.

"You sure this is a Cobra Jet?" Cory asked, noting how the horn was mounted on the right side where his wasn't when he looked into the engine bay.

"It's a Super Cobra jet." Came a deep male voice from behind him, causing the both of them to turn to face the speaker. "Cosmetically, they're about the same; it's just performance and parts that are a tad different between the two. It has a little bit more horsepower than the Cobra but not by much. I take it you're interested in our car?" the man asked, squeezing the woman he was with tightly to his side.

"My boyfriend here," Dayana said, noting how Cory snapped his head towards her. "Is rebuilding his own. Not a Super one, but the normal one. So, we're trying to get ideas about how we want to redo the interior while his hands heal," she spoke while slipping her arm around Cory. Publicly stating she was taken while trying not to smile at the glare he was giving her.

"I hope that didn't happen while working on your car," the woman spoke, nodding towards Cory's hands.

"No, you wouldn't believe it if I told you," Dayana spoke up before Cory could. "No, this man, this brave man, went through so much to keep three very wicked rapists from getting their hands on my sister and me. We've had some hiccups along the way, but I'm slowly nursing him back to health."

"Oh, my God! That's horrible!" the woman gasped.

"I hope those are from giving them the beating they deserved," the man said, nodding down at Cory's hands.

"Don't want to boast, but yeah, they are," Cory admitted. Still couldn't believe his sister just called him her boyfriend. "Has she lost her mind?!" he asked himself.

"Then here, let me open the door for you," the man said, "the interior layout is pretty much the same between the two, so you won't have trouble when you get around to your own."

"Wow," Cory whistled as he saw the workmanship that went into their remodeling of the interior.

"Boys and their toys," the woman said, flashing Dayana a smile.

"I know, you don't know how many times I've caught him out in the garage just staring at it," Dayana said, putting on airs.

"If he's anything like my hubby, he's out there night and day."

"I can hear you, you know," Cory spoke as he examined how the metal door sill plate held the newish carpet and how far up it was behind the defrost vent.

"And? You can spank me later," Dayana teased, getting a giggle out of the woman.

"It's so nice meeting a young couple like yourselves out here. Normally it's just the two of us and lots of old men. Staring at my, you know what's?!" she said, glancing down at her voluptuous bosom.

"I know, had a lot of eyes on me since we've been here," Dayana nodded along.

"How did you get the seatbelt bolts off?" Dayana heard Cory ask the man who stood watching over Cory.

"Used a breaker bar. Those things are hard to get off if you don't have one or an air tool. Which I don't, so I went out and bought one. You can go to any AutoZone and rent one if you need to."

"Might have too."

"Tell me, what do you have left to do on your car?"

"Well, I'm waiting on the carpet to arrive, so I..."

"We," Dayana corrected.

"Can change out the old one; it's a little worn out if you know what I mean." Dayana saw the man nodding along. "Seats are getting reupholstered as we speak."

"What are you going with?"

"Buffalo leather."

"Huh?"

"It's softer than cow leather."

"I did not know that..."

"Don't you go getting any ideas now," the woman warned.

"But..."

"No, the car is perfect as is."

"What else?" the man asked, eager to hear about Cory's project.

"Well, I finally found a shaker hood for it, just got a new steering wheel. Some bodywork, but a friend is going to do that since... well, I have no idea how you get those big of dents out."

"Junker then?"

"Wouldn't know; we bought it while he was in the middle of restoring it. Some things happened, and well, we have the car now. Have to order a louver, because well, have to show up those new ponies, don't I?"

"That you do," the man chuckled. "So just the cosmetic things need to be done to the car to get it up and running?"

"Pretty much, but at the moment, I'm kind of hobbled."

"That's why I'm your hands," Dayana cut in.

"It's a great relationship builder bringing an old car back to life. I know it's strengthened our relationship. I hope it does for you as well."

"Me too," Dayana agreed.

"You have to hear this baby purr."

"I bet it purrs like a kitten but growls like a tiger. I know mine does," Cory said, thanking the man for helping him up off the ground once he had finished checking out the interior.

"I haven't heard it spoken like that, but it's kind of true."

"That does sound sweet," Cory said, as he and his sister listened to the idling Mustang. Now he was really amped to work on his car. Looking down at his hands, while he couldn't do much with them at the moment, that didn't mean he couldn't work to restore the door panels with that compound. "Thank you for letting me have a look at your car; it's given me some ideas."

"I'd love to see this car of yours when she's all prettied up. You should enter it in the show this fall."

"You should, Cory, that paint job alone is going to look so beautiful on it," Dayana said, with encouragement.

"Oh, now I really have to see it, if your girlfriend is praising it," the man said, with a wide, welcoming, warm, friendly smile.

"You two, please do keep in touch," the woman, who they came to learn was called Darlene and her husband Richard, said after they had exchanged contact information. "Enjoy the show, do feel free to come by again," Darlene called after them as they headed off towards the food vendors to grab them an early lunch so Cory could take his pain pill.

"We definitely will," Dayana called back, waving to the two of them.

"Care to explain this business about me being your boyfriend?" Cory asked, shooting her a look.

"What?!" Her cheeks took on a deep red hue to them, "Was it not nice? I didn't do anything inappropriate. I didn't kiss you, hang onto you, bury your face in my titties," Dayana said, glancing over at him, seeing his blood rushing to his cheeks. "We're having such a good time; we're meeting so many nice people. Can't we just enjoy it a little longer?" she asked, in a pleading voice. She so wasn't ready to go back to reality yet. She was greatly enjoying the moment they were sharing.

"Alright, but no weird shit," Cory said, putting his foot down.

"I promise, nothing too weird," Dayana nodded sternly. Yet her heart was racing with elation! "Thank you, Cory," she said, sweetly. However, the moment was interrupted by the ringing of her phone in her back pocket. "It's Mom," Dayana uttered, seeing her mother's face on her screen. "Hey, Mom," she answered once the line connected.

"How's the show going?"

"Pretty good; Cory bought a new steering wheel and a few other parts. Oh! And the man Greg sent us to did have the hood," Dayana said, telling her mother what went on at the man's booth.

"Really?! He'll do that for Cory?"

"Yep, said he'll have his tow truck pick up the car Wednesday and have it back the same day. No charge for installing the window or hood. Just have to pay for it first."

"I'll do that now; what's the man's website? Tell Cory the hood has been paid for. So did you see any interesting cars, meet anyone?" Seeing Cory nod when she told him.

"Actually, we did; they were so polite and sweet. They even let Cory poke around inside of his Super Cobra Jet," Dayana said, telling Celeste of the married couple they had met.

"Oh?! They sound so lovely. Maybe we should head out there and join the two of you. Sounds like you two are having fun."

"If you want to," Dayana said, while inside her head she was screaming 'No!' Nevertheless, she couldn't do that to her own mother then she would wonder why they couldn't come.

"I'm teasing, I wore out your dad, so we won't be going anywhere." Dayana blew out a breath in her mind. "Is Cory doing alright?"

"Yep, he's doing pretty good."

"Good. That's a relief to my ears, okay, sweetheart, enjoy the rest of the show. I'll see you when the two of you get home. When your father wakes up, I know he'll be wanting to help Cory to put on that new steering wheel."

"Okay, Mom, I'll see you when we get home, love you."

"I love you too, honey. Have fun."

"So, do you want to go tell him or eat first?" Dayana asked, returning her phone to her pocket.

"The first one, then eat," Cory stated firmly.

A small crowd had gathered at the man's booth when they had returned to the vendor's corner of the area. They watched as people mingled about, examining the parts he had on display. Listening to the man speak to a customer about a certain part for a car that neither of them knew even existed. Cory and Dayana just shrugged when the customer went on and on about what part he needed for his 'Duster.' It appeared to Cory that the owner was making out like a bandit given the number of parts the man was listing off.

"Hello, young man and miss, was there something else I could help you with?" he asked, once he had put his stack of paperwork away.

"I just wanted to come by to inform you, my mother just paid for the hood a few minutes ago," Cory said, once he stepped up to the man's table.

"Oh?! She did; hold on." His fingers quickly moved over his keyboard as he brought up his recent purchases. "I see that she did," he said, nodding. Making a quick note onto the bill of sale that was his copy, to set it aside, and would install on Wednesday, plus put in the window for him free of charge. "You said you already had the replacement window, right?"

"I do; it's in my garage, waiting for these to heal," Cory said, holding up his hands.

"Well, you just let me worry about that now," he said, with a good-natured smile. "Just leave it where it is, and I'll have my guy place it in the front of the truck, so it doesn't get broken during transportation. Just be sure to place the hood pins in the car before then. We won't want the hood to come flying off on its return trip, now would we?"

"No, we would not," Cory said, matching the man's nod. Knowing exactly the first thing, he was going to do when he got home.

"Then, young man, I hope you and your girlfriend," seeing Dayana smiling widely at that, "enjoy the rest of the show."

"We will; thank you again."

"The pleasure is all mine."

"Where are we going?" Cory asked, when his sister was taking a route that didn't lead to their home after leaving the car show around one-thirty that afternoon.

"Somewhere we can be alone," Dayana said, ominously.

"Huh?" Cory muttered, confused.

"Somewhere, there isn't a house full of people," Dayana stated with very red cheeks. "You enjoyed today, didn't you? You enjoyed being with me?" she asked, looking over at him as they sat at a red light waiting for the arrow to turn green.

"Yeah, today was cool," Cory agreed.

"And spending time with just me, how was that?" Dayana prodded for an answer.

"The girlfriend bit was a little weird, the rest not too bad."

"I'm sorry, it just came out," Dayana stated, yet she so loved hearing people refer to her as his girlfriend. She knew it was wrong to feel this way. She's debated with herself for weeks now and never moved the needle in either direction. However, no boy or man has done what Cory had done for her. Sure there have been fights over her, childish fights but nothing more. Not like what Cory did for her and Zoe on that dark beach three weeks ago. Turning her head when Cory pointed at the light.

"Dayana, where exactly are we going?" Cory asked, when there had been a lack of stores, homes, or any other signs of civilization for the last mile. The ones before him showed Cory more of the same was to come.

"Told you, somewhere private," Dayana said, not giving anything away.

Cory eyed his sister ditheringly as the front of their mother's car rocked as she turned off onto a gravel road. Wondering if she had a shovel in the back, and he was about to dig his own grave. Yet Dayana said nothing as she drove slowly down that gravel road, just wearing a devious smile while she did. Cory was taken aback when the trees that had hemmed them in during that five-minute crawl down that long dusty road suddenly opened up onto a large open, grassy space. Where a lone, whitewashed gazebo stood stalwart overlooking a placid pond. His mind began to race, feeling the weight of the chains dragging him down towards the bottom of the deepest part of it. Wondering if he would be alone or if she had others down there, and he was just her latest victim. His eyes watched her intently as she shifted into park and shut off the engine. Pressing his back into the seat as Dayana reached across him and opened his door.

"Come on," Dayana said, as she slid out of the car and closed the door behind her.

Tentatively, Cory slid out after seconds of Dayana staring at him had passed. His eyes darted about, looking for anything suspicious, out of place, or just downright peculiar. Yet, he saw nothing. That didn't mean he took his eyes off of his sister. She could still have some sinister plan in place. He wasn't fooled one bit.

"What's wrong Cory, you act like I have something planned," Dayana spoke, not hiding her amusement at how her brother was acting.

"You bring me out to the middle of nowhere, where only a gazebo stands and nothing else? It kind of warrants it..." He was again taken aback when Dayana pulled him close and planted a toe-curling kiss upon his lips. "What..." She didn't give him a moment to gather breath before that tongue of hers invaded his mouth once again.

Dayana pressed her forehead against his. Sucking on her lower lip tasting her brother on them. Her eyes remained closed while she enjoyed the sensation. Her thumbs brushed through his hair while her hands kept him in place. Seeing his eyes darting back and forth, searching hers once she had opened hers.

"What the hell is going on, Dayana?" Cory asked, finally breaking the silence.

"I need you, Cory; I haven't made a move on you like Mom and Zoe have while you're recuperating. That would be selfish, yet I can't wait anymore." Cory had to admit that part was true; she hasn't pushed for sex like the other two have. "I know we still have a long, long way to go. But today has been so perfect between us. We haven't fought, haven't said anything unkind to one another. Like it should have been if I hadn't been so stupid. I know I was the major instigator over the past five years. I'm not saying this to justify my actions, yet you said some pretty hurtful words yourself over the years as well. I know it was only to get back at what I was saying, doesn't change the fact they were still hurtful. It's one of the main reasons I came back at you so hard. I'm not saying it was right. Just letting you know where I'm coming from.

I couldn't believe you would think of me like that. Would say something to me as what you did over the years. Again, not saying it was wrong; you were protecting yourself because no one else would. You know these past few nights when you let me read Alice to you while you wait for your Demerol to kick in. Have been pretty much the highlight of my day, especially after having to deal with that loser of an ex and that bitch given we share a few classes together," Dayana said, in true honesty.

"Oh?"

"Mmmhmm," Dayana hummed as she nodded. "You know it's one of my all-time favorites and that I get to share it with someone who knows it just as well as I do. Is the most precious thing I've ever experienced before."

"Where are you going with this?" Cory asked; he was quite unsure himself where her thoughts were leading her.

"Honestly, I don't know, but I'm hoping you'll be open to it and give me a chance when the time comes, if it comes," Dayana said, trying not to jinx herself.

"Okay," Cory said, drawing out the word. Unsure what he should say to all of that.

"I'm not asking you to forgive me... yet. That's a long way off before I earn that, I know that. But I can't help but want this," Dayana whispered wantonly before kissing him once again. "Will you please give what your horny sister needs?"

"And this couldn't have waited until we got home?" Cory asked, arching an eyebrow.

"No. I didn't want a whole house full of people listening in when it's meant to be just the two of us," Dayana said, with all sincerity.

That really piqued his interest; what exactly did his sister mean by that? Why was it he saw the same look, a look he knew well mind you, he had seen in the few girl's eyes that he had dated that he saw in his sister's? Why was it he actually believed every word she had spoken? Cory didn't have a fucking clue on how to answer any of those questions. In truth, his mind was preoccupied with wondering if the author of this story was going to be a sadistic asshole all over again.

"It's why I brought you out here, away from everyone, away from Mom and Dad, Zoe and Cassy. So that the two of us could just be the two of us," Dayana said, fighting herself from not pressing her breasts against his chest. A whimper filled the air when Cory's thumb rolled her hardening nipple beneath his thumb. "Don't tease me, Cory; if you're going to play with them, you best fondle them," she uttered in a husky voice.

"Oh? Like this?!" Watching how her eyes fluttered as he rolled her left breast beneath the palm of his right hand.

"Yes, Cory, just like that." Dayana's soft moan filled the air. Her elation flooded her face at the feel of his hand on her body. Her eyes took on a hungry light to them as she gazed at her brother. "Cory, haven't you been longing to return this back to my hot pussy?" she asked, in a libidinous purr. "I know you haven't had sex for a few days. I know you must be getting horny given the daily fuckings you've been giving to Mom. But wouldn't my pussy feel better right now than your hand?" Reaching down gently, rousing that dragon from its cave. "Didn't you enjoy it when you were deep inside of me?" Dayana whispered into his ear before nibbling down his neck. Something she found oddly pleasing to her. She didn't know why she loved the taste of Cory's skin on her lips when the same couldn't be said about all her past boyfriends. "Let your slut take care of you, Cory. I know you need this as much as I do," she said, given how fast his cock had hardened in her hand.

"Well..." Looking down at his manhood, "you have my attention."

"Mmm... good, I like having it," Dayana said, in a coy tone. "Cory?"

"Hmm?"

"Will you taste me? I know you never have before; at least with me, you haven't. But..." Sucking loudly on her lip at the thought of it, "I'd really would like to feel your tongue teasing my little peach," Dayana said, with pleading eyes.

"Here?"

"Mmmhmm," Dayana nodded. "No one knows about this place. I found it by accident one day. So I know no one is going to interrupt us."

"Someone must come here," Cory spoke, pointing at the gazebo.

"True, but, I've never seen anyone here when I've come here. Don't make your sister beg, Cory," Dayana whispered, her eyes downcast, the tips of her fingers played along the waistband of his shorts.

"You're really that horny?"

"Mmmhmm," Dayana nodded shyly.

"And we have to do it here?" Again, Cory was met with another nod. "Alright, but if I get arrested, I'm blaming you."

"We won't, I promise," Dayana said, reaching down and gently taking hold of his right hand. Feeling its warmth soaking into the palm of her hand as she led him towards the gazebo. Peering over her left shoulder, a sultry smile formed on her lips as she swayed her ass seductively for her brother. Kicking her shoes off once she was beneath the roof of that lone structure. Her hand fell away from his as she quickly worked on unbuttoning her shorts. Rocking her hips from side to side as she pushed them from her hips. Revealing to her brother's eyes the white thong she had worn that day. Which too found its home on top of her shorts which soon was covered by her tank top. Her ass bounced as she sauntered towards the bench that was built onto the railing of that quaint building. A libidinous smile formed on her lips as she turned around and lowered herself onto it.​