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"You better get the front, Sis," he told her, without explanation. The real reason was that he was getting a hardy erection from touching his red-haired sister's sexy body. It felt inappropriate and he didn't want to dwell on it. Yes, he had thought of his sister many times and wondered about her body, but he didn't think it was right. If he allowed himself to think that way, he was afraid that he would begin to think of her in an unwholesome way. He even feared that he might fall for her in a way that would not be appropriate for siblings.
Dinah lowered her sunglasses, squinting up at him. She had intended to do the front herself, of course, but she wondered what his comment meant, exactly. She took the bottle of sunscreen and soon had slathered it all over her exposed skin.
"Walk down to the beach?" she asked as she stood and grabbed his hand.
"Sure...are we holding hands?" he laughed. "I'm a big boy, Mommy."
Dinah threw his hand back at him. "Fine. I was trying to be sweet. But if you want to be that way..."
Rob grabbed at her hand. "I was teasing. Give me your hand!" She twisted away from him and, as he continued to reach for her hand, she was suddenly in his arms, her face mere inches from his. Rob reached for her sunglasses and removed them from her face.
'She is absolutely luscious,' he thought. 'I wish I could kiss her. Would that be so bad?'
Dinah's heart was suddenly racing. Was he going to kiss her? Would she stop him if he did? She knew she wouldn't, even though everything she had ever believed told her that it wasn't a good idea. He was so good looking and she loved him so much. She would do anything for him...within reason.
Rob grasped her hand and stepped back. He started walking toward the beach, her hand in his. He hoped that his erection would go down before she noticed.
Dinah smiled as her brother pulled her along and then they settled into a comfortable stroll as they neared the water's edge. The surf was periodically reaching their feet as they walked along. The sun was very warm, but not extremely hot yet. How could anything be any more pleasant than this? Her favorite person in the world was holding her hand and walking along the beach with her! School was out. No kids to endure. No papers to grade! She felt total, unfettered, freedom. A whole week with her wonderful brother! Things didn't get better than this!
Rob was thinking about his ex-wife. His beautiful Renee. He had been head-over-heels in love with her. They had tried, unsuccessfully, to have children. Rob's doctor told him that, because he had a severe case of Mumps as a child, that he likely could not father children. After that, Renee was never the same. A few months later, she admitted to him that she was pregnant. He knew immediately that it was not his. He offered to raise the child as his own, but Renee wanted a divorce. Rob had been heartbroken.
Rob remembered walking along the beach, holding hands with Renee, just as he was now holding hands with his sister. Renee had been a slender blonde of medium height, but with great breasts. She was, at least to Rob, extremely beautiful. She was sweet and kind and smart and funny. He had adored her. His family had loved her and her family had loved him. He constantly wracked his brain for something that he could have done to have kept her. He tried to accept that it was because he couldn't give her a child. That just didn't seem fair to him, but what could he do? Since she left him, he had hardly dated. He hadn't had sex. He rarely - very rarely - masturbated. His heart ached for her.
"Penny for your thoughts, Robbie!" she said, snapping him out of his reverie. "You look sad. What's wrong? You're on the beach! With me!" She let his hand go and twirled around, teasingly before grasping his hand again and kissing it.
"I'm sorry." He wiped the tears from his eyes. "I'll be better."
"Oh, Robbie, I know you miss her," she whispered as she hugged him to her. His near-naked body next to hers felt way better than it should have. Tingles coursed through her body as her bikini-encased breasts were flattened against his naked, muscular chest.
He held her close and, once again, reached to take her sunglasses off so he could look into her beautiful green eyes. Why did she have to be his sister? She was so lovely, so kind, so gentle...and she loved him as much as he loved her. Without thinking he pulled her head toward him and very quickly and very gently kissed her lips.
Dinah made no move to disengage, but instead looked deeply into her brother's eyes. Her heart raced. She felt emotions that she had never felt in her life. They were confusing. She moved her face toward him and gave him another quick peck (though she wanted more) on the lips.
Dinah stepped back, but took both of Rob's hands and held them. She looked down at the ground as they faced each other. Then she looked in his face again. "I love you, Robbie. I would do anything for you."
Robbie reached and gently wiped a tear away that was coursing down her cute, freckled nose. He swallowed, then told her, "I think you're the most wonderful person I've ever known. I mean that."
Dinah desperately wanted to break the tension. She suddenly stooped and, grabbing a handful of sand, threw it at her brother's chest, then turned and ran.
Rob stooped and grabbed a handful of sand and chased his sister. She was in good shape and was very fast. He soon realized that he couldn't catch her. He stopped and watched as she continued to run down the beach. He admired her shape and, especially, her magnificent ass. Even Renee didn't have an ass that was as shapely as his little sister. He noticed several men watching her as she ran. He smiled, then walked down the beach, following her. She stopped and looked back, then turned and walked back toward their umbrella and beach chairs.
She was lying in the sun, sunglasses on, paperback novel open, and water bottle handy when he got to her. "Hey slow poke! I win!" she smiled.
"This time. I would throw sand on you, but you look too good to mess up," he told her as he scooted his beach chair over next to hers, then reached for his own paperback book that he had brought. Before sitting he stooped over and kissed her forehead.
"What was that for?" she grinned. "Was that my prize for winning?"
"You could say that. Or you could say that I just had the urge."
She raised her sunglasses and peered at him. "Seems like we've both had that urge lately, huh?"
"Yes. Maybe we should cool it with the lip kissing," he stated, half-heartedly.
"Maybe," she replied. "But what's the harm? They were just pecks. It's not like it's foreplay."
Robbie laughed. "What do you know about foreplay? Is there something I should know?"
Dinah felt herself blush, all over. How embarrassing! She should watch what she said. "Um. Definitely not. If you're wondering... no. Never. Not even close." She could feel her face burning, not from the sun, but from her deep blush. Why had she told him this?
"Don't be embarrassed, Sis," he told her. "I think you're very wise. I do wonder, though, why guys are not in line to ask you out. You are very, very beautiful - and it's not just physical. You're beautiful through and through."
"I get plenty of offers for dates. I'm just picky. I'm 28 years old. Nobody paid any attention to me back when I was a girl. I was flat as a board and a ballplayer - more interested in hoops than boys. Now, I'm not going out with just anyone. He has to meet certain...criteria," she giggled.
"Okay," he smiled. "I'm interested. What are the criteria? Can I guess?"
"Sure. Go ahead and guess. I like games," she smiled.
"One. He has to be a man of integrity. Church goer. Honest. Kind...," he stated. "How am I doing?"
"Correct so far. More or less. What else?"
"Let's see. You aren't shallow, so I know that looks aren't high on the list, but he has to be in reasonably good shape, right?"
"Oh yeah, definitely," she grinned. "I don't care about handsome, necessarily. But I take care of myself. I don't want to be with a slob!"
"Yes, Little Sister. You obviously do take care of yourself. You're the hottest girl on the beach, in case you haven't noticed," Rob smiled.
"Robbie, stop it! You embarrass me. You're not supposed to say stuff like that to your sister...even if you think it," she smiled.
"Well, let the record show that I do, indeed, think it. I don't mean to embarrass you, though. But nobody knows but us, right? Nobody has to know what we say to each other, right? Nobody is gonna know that we - gasp! - kissed each other on the - gasp! - lips, right?" he teased her.
"No, indeed. Nobody will know that. Now... let's continue our game...what else do you think I want in a man?"
"Okay...let's see. Smart. Definitely smart. It's not good to have an intelligent woman with an unintelligent man. And...gotta be a Republican. That should have been number one, right?" he laughed.
"Well, he doesn't have to be a Republican, per se. He just can't be a Democrat. I'm not attracted to retards or people who hate our country!" she replied. "My first question is, 'List the accomplishments of Barrack Obama'. Of course, there are none, but a Democrat will say, the Affordable Care Act...which should have been called the UNAFFORDABLE Care Act, and which has ruined the healthcare system in this country..." her voice was rising.
Robbie was laughing. He knew that his sister was passionate about politics. He agreed with her, for the most part, but he often took the opportunity to tease her to get her on a rant. "Okay, okay. I get it. Anything else? Is there anything we left out? Any other qualifications for a man to date my little sister?"
"Well. If he's anything like my big brother, I'll go out with him in a heartbeat...unless he's a Democrat!" she laughed.
The siblings stayed for several hours, alternately teasing each other, talking, and reading. They moved under the shade of the umbrella to keep from getting a sunburn. At one point they walked down to the water and waded out into the ocean until a large wave hit them and swept them both off their feet.
Upon returning, they agreed that it was time to go eat and, perhaps, take a nap. They could come back later and walk along the beach if they wanted. They hadn't decided if they would go to a nice restaurant that evening or prepare something in the condo.
That afternoon, after a nap, Robbie peeked into his sister's room to see if she was asleep. She was propped up in bed reading. She was dressed in tight denim shorts and a bikini top. She looked amazing to him.
"Hey, you awake?" he asked as he jumped on the bed next to her. He was dressed in only swim trunks. "What are you reading, anyway?"
"It's a mur*er mystery called, 'In the Woods', by Tana French. It's set in Ireland. It's hard to get through the lingo, but it's fascinating! You should read it!" she told him, excitedly.
"Sounds good. Hey, if we go into town I need to go to a Walmart. I kinda forgot something."
"Oooh. That sounds mysterious. What did you forget? You can tell me!" she laughed.
"Underwear. I didn't bring a single pair of undershorts from home. I've been going...commando," he told her, sounding slightly embarrassed.
Dinah snorted; then she laughed out loud, a real belly laugh. Then she suddenly understood why he was naked when she peeked in his room when she was intending to tell him to turn the volume down.
"It's not that funny, Little Sister. I know guys that wouldn't care, but I just don't feel right without them."
"Well, we wouldn't want your...goodies...getting loose, would we?" She laughed again.
"Well, I could just walk around in the buff. You know I normally wear boxer shorts around the house at night. I can just wear swim trunks, but they're not as comfortable," he told her.
"Yeah, yeah. I know about you and your boxer shorts. Mom used to get onto you all the time about it," she giggled.
"I never thought anything of it. Are they too revealing?" he asked her seriously.
"Wow. I...no, I guess not. I mean, I never saw anything. I just thought you might be really...small?" At this she broke into great peals of laughter, yet again.
"That's not funny," Robbie told her, trying to sound serious. "You shouldn't make fun of a man's small...goodies!" At this, he broke into laughter, along with his sister.
When Dinah finally could talk without laughing, she looked at her brother, who was lying next to her on the bed. He was still giggling. "So, Big Brother...I don't know how to ask this, but is it really...small?" She laughed, nervously. She was teasing, but she did want to know what he would say. From what she had seen, she thought it was quite large.
"Shall I show you?" he challenged.
"No! Robbie! No! Don't you dare!" she yelled.
"I am teasing, Sis. Relax. To answer your question, it isn't small, nor is it big. It's just right!" he smiled.
Dinah felt her face grow warm and knew she was blushing. Her face wasn't the only body part that was growing warm. Why and how did she get in a conversation with her brother about his genitals? She really needed to watch herself.
"I think we should change the subject," she suggested.
Robbie gazed at his sister's body. Her stomach was flat, her breasts jutted upward and were pushed up by her bikini top. Her cleavage, in this position, looked magnificent. He felt his cock stir in his swim trunks. Her ass was so perfectly encased in those tiny denim shorts. He wondered what it would be like to peel them off of her. He thought back at some of the things he had done with Renee - things that she had loved - and wondered how his sister would react to those things. He knew that she had absolutely no experience with sex. He needed to stop thinking about that. Then there was her face. She was absolutely gorgeous, by any standard. Her red hair and green eyes complimented each other perfectly. Her lips were full and kissable. Her nose was small, and flecked with freckles as were her cheeks and forehead. Her beauty was almost breathtaking to him.
"Robbie, you're off in the Twilight Zone again! What are you thinking about? Renee? Want to talk about it?" she offered.
He smiled. "No, not this time. I don't think you want to know," he teased.
"Yes I do," she countered. "I want to know. Tell me. Remember, nobody is ever gonna know what we tell each other...or anything else," she said mysteriously.
Robbie reached and ran his hand absently across her stomach. He suddenly realized what he was doing and quickly drew it back. "Sorry..."
Dinah reached for his hand. "It's okay. It feels good," she told him. "Now tell me what you were thinking about."
"You."
"Me? What about me?" she urged, as he continued to stroke her bare stomach. It really felt too good. Maybe she should stop him.
"Honestly? No repercussions?"
"Of course not. Tell me!" she laughed.
"Okay. You asked for it...I was thinking that you may be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen - including Renee. I hope that doesn't embarrass or offend you," he told her as he gazed into her eyes.
"Wow. I mean...," she swallowed as she gazed at him. She longed to kiss him - to hold him and kiss him - for hours. "I don't know what to say, but that means more to me than you can possibly know," she told him as her eyes teared.
Robbie reached for her and she eagerly came to him. Her arms encircled him as her lips sought out his mouth. They kissed - not a sensuous tongue kiss, but a passionate kiss, nonetheless. Robbie stroked her back and his hand found the back tie of her bikini. He played with it, desperately wanting to untie it and reveal his sister's luscious breasts.
Dinah broke the kiss and gasped for air. She kissed his ear and whispered, "Please don't, Robbie. Please don't. I...want you to... but please don't..."
Robbie broke the embrace and pushed himself up to a standing position. His cock was achingly hard and he knew that it was tenting his swim trunks. "I'm sorry, Dinah. I just got carried away. Please don't be mad?"
Dinah noticed that the material of his swim trunks were protruding outward. He had an erection! For her! Her sweet brother was aroused for HER. She felt a bolt of lust run through her body and knew that her panties were saturated with her own juices. She couldn't believe it! Their bodies were preparing themselves for sexual intercourse. Their bodies didn't care if they were siblings! Their bodies wanted sex. Their bodies wanted to mate, to breed, to produce children, if possible. She had never in her life wanted anything so badly. She knew that this was nothing but pure lust. Her body demanded sex. She had to get her mind off of this. She could masturbate later. Yes - she would even allow herself to think of her brother. She would imagine them having sex as she brought herself to several earth-shattering orgasms!
Dinah gasped. "I'm...not mad! How could I be mad? Everything's okay...right?"
"I'm going to take a shower. Do you want to go out to eat? I can cook. I don't mind," he told her.
"Okay, let's stay in and watch TV. I'll help you cook," she told him. He turned and left the room.
Dinah jumped up and quickly changed clothes. Her panties and even her denim shorts were saturated. She was tempted to masturbate as her pussy was throbbing with need, but decided that she would wait until after she went to bed so she would have as much time as she wanted. She took her bath robe to the other end of the condo and took a quick shower, then returned to her room and locked the door.
She considered what she should wear, since they were staying home. She was convinced, now, that her brother was aroused by her body. She should wear something conservative, shouldn't she? She searched through her clothes and couldn't find anything that was comfortable, casual, and that was as "frumpy" as she wanted. She ended up slipping a long tee shirt on. It came almost to her knees. Should she wear a bra? No way. That wouldn't be comfortable. She was on vacation. She pulled a pair of bikini panties on, then stood in front of the mirror. She decided that she didn't look overtly sexy. It would have to do.
Rob grilled hamburgers downstairs on one of the grills that was provided for condo guests. Dinah microwave baked some potatoes and made a salad. They sat on the deck, overlooking the pool and the ocean in the distance, as they ate.
Both siblings were Atlanta Braves fans who, in the summer, played almost every night. Rob found the game and they both settled on the sofa to watch. After a few innings, Dinah felt drowsy. She lay a pillow in Rob's lap and then lay her head on it and was soon asleep.
Rob allowed himself to gaze at her lovely face, and to consider how much he cared for her. He has always been extremely fond of her, but after his divorce he had come to love his sister in a deeper way. She allowed him to complain and talk to her for hours on end. He figured that she probably put the phone on speaker and went to sleep at times, but he could never detect that for sure. She was genuinely worried about him. She texted him several times a day and tried to keep his spirits up. She sent him funny pictures and memes. She sometimes called him just to tell him a joke. At some point, he now realized, she no longer seemed like "just a sister" to him. He loved her. It was more than sibling love, but he wouldn't allow himself to think of it as "romantic". He knew that was wrong and that it was dangerous.
Now he wondered. Was he in love with her? His feelings for her were deep. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her - and it was more than her astounding beauty - it was much more. She represented something to him that was much more important than anything physical. He couldn't decide what to call it, but he did know that he longed for her. He had not planned their earlier embrace and passionate kisses, but he knew that was exactly what he wanted. He wanted more of that. Her lips were delicious and her body was amazing. Her barely-covered curves pressing against him, eagerly and willingly, was almost more than he could bear. His erection had been evidence of how much he desired her. He knew he should not think of his sister in those terms, and it was unthinkable that they have sex, but perhaps...just perhaps...there could be a compromise? Just occasionally? Would she allow him to hold her for a minute? To kiss those sweet lips for just a moment? When he told her that he loved her, would she really understand? Would she know what he meant? Did he dare wonder if she felt that way toward him?
His eyes traveled down her body. The fabric was pulled tightly against her chest and he could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra. He had been looking at her breasts all day - or the greater portion of them as her bikini top pushed them up and presented them to his appreciative gaze, and that of every other male on the beach. He didn't know if she noticed, but he certainly noticed men unabashedly staring at her lush body. He didn't blame them and actually chuckled to himself that they probably thought that he was her boyfriend or husband. Now he could see the shape of her breasts and thought he could even make out her nipples where the material was drawn tight. What would it be like to suck and lick her nipples? How would she react?
He noticed that the tee shirt and ridden up her long, supple legs and was barely covering her crotch. He suddenly wondered if she was wearing panties. He was confident that she was, but his curiosity was piqued. He carefully grasped the hem of the tee shirt and slowly, very slowly, very carefully, lifted it. When he had lifted it up as far as he could, he pulled it back toward him. Her panty-clad ass came into view. She was wearing tiny white bikini panties and they were so ultra-tight that he could imagine exactly what her naked ass must look like. It was perfect! He had never seen a better shaped bottom on a woman in his life - not even his delectable little Renee. He wished that she were turned over slightly, so he could get a view of her crotch. As tight as these panties were, he could probably see the outline of her labia. His cock was hardening again and he hoped it wouldn't awaken her. He knew it was wrong, but he was enjoying gazing at his sister's sexy body.
Dinah stirred, so Rob quickly dropped the hem of her tee shirt. When it fell, however, he could still see the very bottoms of her panties. He realized that he had an erection and was glad that Dinah had placed a pillow in his lap.
Dinah yawned and smiled as she looked up into his face. He was stroking her hair. "How long was I asleep?" she asked.
"Oh, I don't know. Half an hour? Go back to sleep if you want. I'm fine," he answered.
"You're so sweet to me. I love being here with you. I don't ever want it to end. I mean..."
"I love being with you, too. I hate that Mom and Dad didn't get to come, but I really do love just having you to myself. By the way, I got a text from Mom. She says that they are heading home tomorrow, but they're not going to try to come down here."
"Awww...I hate that they're not getting to come. But we'll make the best of it, huh?" she said as she sat up. She pulled at her tee shirt when she noticed that her panties were exposed. "Have you been looking at my butt?" she teased.
"Your old stinky butt was right there in my face. What was I supposed to do? Besides, your bikini doesn't cover any more than those underwear..." he laughed.
"Those underwear? You mean my panties? Yes, a bikini covers more. At least mine does. It's different material."
"Can I feel?" he asked as he pretended to reach for her bottom.
She slapped his hand away, playfully. "Keep your paws off my stinky butt, you butt!"
"Actually, I bet your sweet little butt doesn't even stink," he commented.
"Oh, now it's sweet and little?"
"Everything about you is sweet," he told her.
"This is why I keep you around. Compliments. I'll try to think of something nice to say about you. Hey, what's the score?"
The next day found the siblings at the beach again. They, once again, went through the ritual of rubbing sunscreen on each other. When Robbie rubbed his sister's legs, he allowed his fingers to touch the elastic of her bikini bottom, as it was stretched tightly across her incomparable ass. He was finished, having rubbed the lotion over her back and long legs but he was reluctant to take his hands off of her luscious body. He suddenly leaned forward and, as if it were a signal that he was through, he lightly kissed her bottom right below the elastic of her bikini. Then he gave her a firm spank and then stood up.
"Robbie! What did you just do? Did you spank me? Keep your hands off the firm!" she laughed.
"I kissed it, too. Is that okay?"
"No!" She smiled, then said, "Let's go walk on the beach. Can we hold hands again?"
As they walked along she remembered their kisses from the previous day. She had felt comfortable with the tiny pecks, even on her lips, but then it had almost gotten out of hand. They had kissed with passion. She had never been kissed before, but she couldn't get it off of her mind. Was it because it was new to her, or was it because she was so attracted to her own brother? She knew that she had to control herself, but she feared that her body was betraying her. She loved the simple act of holding his hand. She loved the feel of his body as she rubbed sunscreen on him. She had gotten very aroused when he did the same for her - then he had kissed her bottom - and whacked it! She knew he was just playing, but still...it seemed that things were accelerating. She had to find a way to put the brakes on. It was undeniable that she had feelings for him that were far beyond what a sister should feel for her brother, and she thought that he might feel the same toward her. They were alone for a week in a condo, on the beach, where they were barely clothed. It was a dangerous and volatile situation.
They walked for half an hour before heading back to their beach chairs. They held hands the entire time, but barely talked, as both were lost in their own thoughts. She was thinking about him and he was thinking about her.
After reading awhile in the sun, they pulled their beach chairs into the shade. "Okay, Brother Dear, truth or dare?" This had been a game that they often played as teenagers.
"Wow. I haven't played that in a long time. I guess I'll take truth."
"How many women have you dated since your divorce?" she asked. "Is that off limits?"
"Nothing is off limits now, right?" he laughed. "We are adults now."
"Well, all the more reason..." she replied.
"I've been out with two women. One I went out with 3 times. My turn...truth or dare?"
"Truth. I'm scared to ever say dare!" she giggled.
"How many guys have you kissed? Just ballpark."
"Robbie! That's not a fair question."
"Why isn't it?" he asked.
"You know everything I've ever done. You know I have never even dated except a couple of nerds in high school. When do you think I've done all this kissing?"
"I only asked because...well this is embarrassing...because you seem to be very good at it."
Dinah felt her face flush. "Shut up!" she said angrily.
"Dinah? I didn't mean to make you angry. Come on...Sis...I was paying you a compliment. Okay?"
She sighed. "I'm just very embarrassed that I am 28 years old and I've never...I can't even say it. I am not mad, though."
"I know what you've told me, Dinah. You don't want a loser. We talked about all this last night...I didn't mean to hit a sore spot. I love you. I'm jealous of whomever you finally choose as your husband."
"You aren't supposed to say stuff like that, Robbie! We're not supposed to be kissing! We're not supposed to be flirting with each other! We've got to...I don't know!" Suddenly she started crying and Robbie quickly got up and sat down on her chair, taking her in his arms. "Robbie," she sniffled, "You aren't supposed to be holding me like this!" She put her arms around him, desperately holding him close to her.
Eventually Robbie broke the embrace and sat back to look at his sister. She was wiping her eyes and was managing a smile.
"One," she said.
"What? One what?" he asked, perplexed.
"One guy. I've kissed one guy."
"Oh! Dare I ask who?"
"You big dummy. You! Have you forgotten that already?"
"Oh! I didn't know that counted. Sorry...I mean, I'm not sorry..."
"Oh it counts! Maybe not to you, but it counts to me!" she told him, smiling.
He reached for her hand. "You know it counts for me, Dinah. You know I love you...I love you...I'm in love with you," he managed as he looked down at the ground, took his hand from hers and rubbed his hair.
Dinah was silent for a moment. "I know," she replied.
He looked up. Her lovely red hair was caught in the breeze and was whipping across her face. She had removed her sunglasses and he could see her sparkling green eyes. For him, nobody else existed. This woman was his universe now. He couldn't imagine feeling this way about another woman. He was quite sure that he had never even felt this way about Renee.
"What?" he managed. "What do you mean?" His heart was beating out of his chest.
"I know how you feel about me. I'm in love with you, too. And you've known that for a long time, haven't you?" She challenged him with her eyes.
"Dinah. There are some things that people should just never say to each other. Even if it's the truth. I just couldn't hold it in any longer."
She wiped a tear away, then grasped his hand again. "It's not a secret any longer. Right or wrong. I guess it's kinda like an addict. You can't move on until you admit the truth. Right?"
"I don't know, Dinah," he sighed. "I just know that I think about you all the time. I imagine...," he hesitated. "I imagine all kinds of things that I should not imagine about my sister...Dinah, I don't want to ruin our relationship!"
"I am the same way, Rob. Just because I've never...you know...that doesn't mean I don't have a very fertile imagination! Besides, some of the letters that my students write to me...they have such great ideas!" she laughed.
Rob laughed. "Okay, enough serious talk. We have that out in the open. Now...go fix me a sammich. I am starved."
"I'll gladly fix you a sandwich, but not because you order me to. I'll do it because I love you!" she laughed as she stood and began to gather her things to go back to the condo.
They decided that they would nap that afternoon and then go into town for a nice dinner that evening.
Dinah wore a white, button down, sleeveless blouse with a short, straight, green skirt. She chose small, gold, hoop earrings and a tiny gold chain around her neck. Her legs were brown and the short length of the skirt made them look like they went on forever. Robbie wore a white Oxford shirt and tan shorts. His naturally handsome face and warm smile would certainly turn the head of every female that they encountered.
"Wow, Sis, you look amazing!" he told her as she twirled for him, savoring his compliments. "I hope every guy in the restaurant is jealous, because tonight, you're mine!"
"Oh, is that so?" she giggled. "You look pretty amazing yourself, Big Brother. I'm happy to be your girl...woman...tonight!"
They went to a seafood restaurant for which Robbie had made a reservation earlier in the afternoon. It was extremely expensive, but he didn't care. His sister was worth every penny of it. Just being with her, pretending that they were a couple, was worth anything that he had to pay.
The food was excellent. Dinah gorged herself on crab legs and oysters and various other seafood items that they normally didn't eat back home. She even ordered a glass of wine and persuaded her brother to do the same.
As they ate and drank and laughed and talked, they both noticed other people glancing -sometimes staring at them. Particularly Dinah. Her red hair and gold hoops caught the candlelight. Her green eyes sparkled with happiness. She knew that men were staring at her. She felt beautiful and she felt loved. She couldn't remember ever having been so happy in her life.
Dinah ordered two more glasses of wine, but Robbie said that one was enough for him. After all, he was driving. By the time they left, she felt slightly tipsy. It felt good. She had been tipsy very few times in her life.
When they arrived at the car, Robbie opened her door for her and, as she started to get in, she put her hand to his face and pulled him toward her, kissing his lips briefly.
Robbie looked carefully into her face, wondering if she was drunk.
"I'm not that tipsy, Brother Dear. I just wanted to kiss the man I love," she said, but she was giggling a bit more than usual.
Upon arriving home, Robbie went to his room to change. They had stopped at Walmart long enough for him to run in and purchase some boxers. It had been his habit to wear them around the house ever since he was a teenager. After all, they covered as much as shorts and were way more comfortable - unless he happened to get an erection. That was harder to hide in boxers than in regular shorts. He put on a new pair of boxers - navy blue - and went out to the living room to see if the ballgame was still on.
After he had watched an inning or so he wondered why Dinah hadn't come out to watch with him. She had not seemed tipsy by the time they got home, but maybe she took a nap. He didn't think that 3 glasses of wine would make her sick, but with all the seafood she had eaten, it may have...
He got up and went to her room. The door was open and the bedside light was on. "Dinah?" he asked as he entered. "You okay?"
Dinah was laying under the covers, as if she were going to sleep. "I'm fine. I was just drowsy. I was gonna come out in a few. Did you miss me?" she teased.
"Yes, of course I missed you. I put my new drawers on for you," he grinned as he posed.
Dinah laughed. "Yeah, I like 'em. They don't show your butt off like those swim trunks, though."
"Wait. You've been checking out my butt? How dare you!" he mocked.
"You checked mine out. You kissed it, you pervert. Time about is fair play!"
"It didn't taste good, though. Sunscreen all over it. Can I try it again, with no sunscreen?"
"Don't you dare!" she giggled. "My butt is off limits to you!"
"Oh that's a shame. It's such a nice little butt, too. Very sexy. Well, are you coming out or not? My feet are cold. I'm going to grab some socks and finish the game."
Dinah held the covers up. "Get under the covers. I'll warm your feet up. Wait. Have you washed them? I do hate nasty feet."
Robbie eagerly got under the covers with his sister, noting that she was wearing some kind of a nightie and that he could see her long legs all the way up nearly to her crotch. After he got in, he moved his feet to touch her legs.
"Shit!" she began laughing. "I'm sorry. Your feet are cold!" She reached down and found one of his feet with her hands and began to rub it.
"Now that's love right there. Nobody has ever warmed my feet for me since I was a little boy," he remarked.
"Well? I told you I love you. That's old news. Give me the other one," she said as she searched for his other foot.
"That one's not warm yet!" he whined.
"I've got an idea," she said. She flipped over and then reached down and pulled the hem of her nightie until her panties and back were exposed. "Put your feet on my back. That will warm them up."
Robbie's feet were not that cold, but when he saw his sister's tiny white panties revealed, along with her bare, sexy back, he contorted himself so that both of his feet could rest on her warm back.
"That's cold, Robbie. How did your feet get so cold? That actually feels pretty good on my back."
"My feet often get cold when I feel warm, otherwise. Plus, all the air conditioner vents are on the baseboards. When I was standing here talking to you, the air was blowing directly on my feet."
"Oh, poor baby. Sis is here, now. She will take care of you!" she said, more sexily than she intended.
Robbie moved his feet down, off her back, and scooted next to his sister, whose nightie was still in the same position. He reached around her and pulled himself against her. Her warm body was now against his stomach and chest. His hand was on her bare stomach. He was careful to keep his crotch back, away from her perfectly desirable little bottom.
"Robbie," she whispered. "Robbie, what are you doing? We should not..."
"Shhh...please...just let me hold you. Just for a few minutes. Please?" he begged.
Dinah managed to flip over toward him. Gazing in his eyes, she said, "Robbie, this is way over the line. No matter how much..."
Suddenly he pulled her to him and they were kissing. She moaned as she snaked her arm around him and pulled him closer to her.
She realized that they were nearly naked. Her nightie barely covered anything, especially since it was pulled up, exposing her panties. Her breasts were covered, but the material was very sheer. As she pulled her brother to her she could feel her breasts flatten against his muscular chest. She knew that her nipples were so aroused that he could probably feel them digging into his chest, even through the diaphanous material.
He kissed her hungrily. He could feel her firm breasts against his chest and thought he could actually feel her nipples. He was gratified that she was pulling him toward her and eagerly kissing him. He felt his erection throbbing. He couldn't remember his cock hardening to full mast so quickly, but then he had never been in bed with such a sensuous woman in his life. Renee, he now realized, was a distant second behind this goddess - his wonderful sister.
Suddenly he realized that Dinah was licking his lips. He opened his mouth and she tentatively inserted her tongue between his teeth. He suckled her tongue as she moaned and pushed it farther into his mouth. He felt her moving and she was suddenly on top of him, straddled him. She was sitting flush on his enraged cock. He realized that the only thing that separated his cock from his sister's pussy was her tiny panties and his very thin boxer shorts. She suddenly broke the kiss and put both of her hands on the sides of his face. He saw pure love in her eyes. She adored him. She held his face as she leaned forward and kissed him again. This time he thrust his tongue into her mouth, eliciting a groan from her as she began sucking his oral digit.
Dinah could feel her brother's erection beneath her. She was almost totally ignorant of how a man's equipment worked, but she knew what an erection was and she knew that her brother was as sexually aroused as she was. She alternately sucked his tongue, then allowed him to suck hers. She felt that she might have an orgasm from just this...plus the fact that her brother's erection was mashed against her throbbing pussy. She didn't try to move away, though. Instead, she pushed her crotch downward so that his hard cock could stimulate her even more.
Suddenly he broke the kiss. "Dinah," he gasped. "What are we doing? Are you...drunk?"
"No, I'm not the least bit drunk. Don't blame this on that! I know what I'm doing. Do you?"
"I'm just trying to figure out what the line is...where is this going?" he gasped.
Dinah lifted her nightie above her head and threw it off, revealing her bountiful, perfectly-shaped breasts to her brother. Nobody had ever seen her like this and she felt a rush as she revealed her body to her brother. She grasped them and hefted them, proudly showing them to her brother's appreciative gaze.
"Dinah...you're so beautiful," he gasped. Her sheer, unfettered beauty brought tears to his eyes. "I love you so much, Baby," he whispered, realizing that he had never called anyone by that particular pet name - not even Renee.
"Am I your Baby, now?" she whispered. "Am I your woman?" she hesitated as she gazed into his eyes. She had never felt such emotions in her life. "Will you make love to me? Please?" She felt tears spring to her own eyes as she leaned over and tenderly kissed her beautiful brother.
"Dinah! Baby? Are you serious?...don't tease about this, please. I want you! I've never wanted a woman like I want you!" he told her.
Dinah carefully got off of her brother and out of bed. She pulled at the elastic of her panties and allowed them to fall to the floor. She stood totally naked and unashamed before her brother. She knew that he loved her and she knew that he loved everything about her body. She was going to present her body to him to do with as he pleased. And she knew that it would be good for both of them. She knew that she would love it. Would she regret it? Maybe, but that was not a concern at this moment.
