Incest/Taboo Trip with Brother

All characters are at least 18 years old at all times.

The date of Hannah Russell's graduation from high school coincided with her 18th Birthday. She had worked hard in her studies throughout high school and was particularly interested in American History. She had been awarded as the best History student in her class and had been offered a full scholarship to State University.

Her teachers and family were particularly proud of her. Hannah's brother, Joe, was already majoring in History in college. He had always been proud of his little sister, for her success playing basketball; for her good grades; and, especially that she was a good person, always eager to help others. Her parents, Don and Julie were, of course, proud of both of their children.

Hannah had played point guard on the basketball team, having been a starter for 3 years. She was a fierce competitor despite her relatively small size. Joe had been a good basketball player, as well. Most afternoons saw the siblings playing against each other on the court marked out on their driveway. Joe didn't take it easy on Hannah - he played aggressive defense against her for he knew that she could shoot much better than him. She usually won, but it was only a slight embarrassment to him.

Hannah had short, golden blonde, hair and green eyes. She was about 5-4 and weighed around 110 pounds. She was very shapely, though petite. She wore a B cup, had a small waist, and a firm bottom. She was very pretty - most would describe her as "cute". Hannah was satisfied with her looks - she even considered herself attractive - but never considered that a priority. She rarely wore makeup at all, even to cover her light freckles that spread across her nose and cheeks.

She had been raised in a very strict, religiously fundamental, environment. They went to church 3 times a week and the entire family was involved in the activities of their local congregation. Hannah and Joe had been taught that sex was for marriage, only. They had also been taught not to try drugs or alcohol. Hannah had never even had a beer, but Joe had started drinking a little with his college friends.

Hannah, until recently, rarely thought about sex. After all, that was something that only married people were supposed to do. She was usually too busy to dwell on things like that. Recently, however, she had begun to notice how handsome her brother was and how sexy his muscles were, now that he was lifting weights. She sometimes made an excuse to feel of his biceps and longed to touch his pectoral muscles, his back, and his legs. She wondered what it would be like to kiss him. At first she felt guilty, but had now begun to allow herself to think more about it.

Joe was six feet tall and very slender. His chest, arms and legs were muscular, however, from weight training. He had very light brown hair that looked almost blonde from being in the sun and he had dark brown eyes. He had freckles and was generally considered "cute", if not handsome.

Joe, however, spent a great deal of time thinking about girls. He, too, felt that sex was for marriage, but he didn't feel too guilty for noticing the nice bodies of just about any female that popped into his mind. This included his teachers, girls in his classes, Hannah's friends, and, sometimes, even Hannah herself. He thought she was way prettier than any of her friends and he had noticed her shapely body on many occasions. That went for his mother, as well. Julie was only 40, but looked even younger. She was blonde with blue eyes and had a very nice body, in his opinion. He had often gazed at her, and Hannah, when they lay by the pool in their bikinis. He thought they looked more like sisters than mom and daughter. He knew that it was incest was a very taboo thing but, for some reason, that made it all the more interesting to him. As he got older, the topic interested him more and more. He liked to find stories online that featured incest. His favorites were mom-son and brother-sister.

On Hannah's 18th Birthday, her parents threw her a Birthday/graduation party. Close friends, family members, and friends from church were in attendance. Hannah got a great many gifts and everyone had a wonderful time. When everyone had gone, Hannah noticed that her parents and Joe sat around the kitchen table grinning at her. "What's up? What's so funny?" she asked.

"I haven't given you my gift yet," Joe said. He brought out a hefty package, shaped suspiciously like a large book, or books, and put it on the table.

Hannah eagerly tore into the package and discovered 3 books, all three on Civil War battles. One was on Chancellorsville, one on Antietam, and one on Gettysburg. Her face showed her genuine pleasure. She loved books, she loved history, and her favorite period was the American Civil War. "Joe! There's nothing, except maybe a new car, that I would love more!" she laughed as she embraced him and kissed his cheek.

She examined the books more closely as her family continued to stare at her, seemingly on the verge of laughing. "What, y'all?" she asked in her adorable southern accent. "What are y'all grinning at?"

"Look inside the front cover of the Gettysburg book," Joe said, eagerly.

Hannah opened the book, noting that it was the Steven Sears account of the Gettysburg Battle, a book that she had long wanted to read. Inside the front cover was an envelope containing a card. "Aww, you got me a graduation card, too? Or is it a birthday card?"

She opened the card and, printed in Joe's neat hand were these words: "You need to hurry up and read these books because you and I are going to visit these places in a month. Your loving brother, Joe"

Hannah stared at him. "What? How? Do you mean it?" She looked at her parents. They were smiling from ear to ear.

Julie said, "It's all Joe's idea, but we thought it was a great one. We originally were going to go, too, but we just couldn't work it out. Besides, you two will have more fun without us!"

"Dad and mom are going to pay for part of the trip. You know I don't have that kind of money. Are you excited?" Joe grinned.

"YESSSSSS! This is great! This is the best present EVER!" she shouted as she jumped up and down. She hugged them all, kissed them all on the cheek, told them all that she loved them - then she cried and they all hugged her again.

The day came for the siblings to go on their trip. Their parents had given them a credit card and some cash to pay for their expenses. They made them promise to let them know where they were and that they were safe. They trusted the kids but knew that they had never been away from home on their own before and that unforeseen things would happen.

Hannah was dressed in a sleeveless, white blouse and cut-off blue jean shorts. Joe noticed that it was pretty tight and showed off her bosom nicely. Her athletic legs were well-tanned. She looked good and Joe was looking forward to being with his pretty sister for over a week.

Joe wore athletic shorts and a knit, short sleeve shirt. The shirt was tight enough to show off his well-developed biceps and his chest. He wasn't heavily muscled, but he had lifted enough weights to make his upper body and legs look good. He didn't think of himself as anything but average, but he was proud of the effects of his weight training. His sister liked the way he looked and often blushed and got short of breath when he took his shirt off. She still sometimes felt guilty for thinking of her brother this way, but she had to admit that she enjoyed it.

"First stop, Antietam National Battlefield," he announced as they pulled onto the Interstate. "That's about 6 hours from here. Tell me when you need to take a break or get hungry."

"This is awesome!" she said, enthusiastically. She fiddled with the radio so that she could play her music on her phone through the car's speakers. "What do you want to listen to? Classic Rock, Alternative, or Justin Bieber?" she laughed.

"Anything but Bieber or rap. I can't handle that crap," he replied. "Of course Mom and Dad aren't with us and would never know, but still, I think it's horrible. It's not music!" he opined.

"Alternative it is," she replied as she put on a playlist of older Alternative Hits. The Cure was telling them that they were feeling like an animal and that they wanted to 'be with you again...'

"The Cure!" Joe said. "That'll work." They talked and played music, told jokes and anecdotes; after what had seemed like but a few minutes, it was time for lunch.

They stopped and got lunch and Joe began to search online at a place they could stay for the next two nights. He figured that they would get to the battlefield, maybe even have time to drive through it, and then they could get up the next morning and take their time touring it.

"I hate to bring this up, Sis, but..." He looked embarrassed.

"What?" she laughed. "What is it?"

"Well, these rooms are like $125 a night. Do you think we should get one or two rooms? It's totally up to you," he said.

"One! We're not wasting money just to have a little bit of privacy!" she replied.

"But what would Mom and Dad say? Do I say you're my wife, or what?"

"Mom and Dad don't care, and will never know, anyway. And these hotels don't care who is sharing your room. They don't care if I'm your wife, girlfriend, or sister, or what. Get the one room. Save the money."

"Ok, girlfriend it is," he laughed.

"You could do worse," she stated.

"And, if I ever get one, I'm sure I will!"

"Awww! You're so sweet! You can pretend to be my boyfriend on this trip. How's that?" she teased.

Joe could feel his cock twitch in his shorts. Thinking of his sister being his girlfriend sounded really hot to him. He called the number of the hotel and, shortly, had the arrangements made. One room. Two nights. Twin beds.

By late afternoon, they had arrived at the town of Sharpsburg, Maryland, the location of the Antietam National Battlefield. The battle had occurred on September 17, 1862, and was the bloodiest day in American History. As they drove through the park, it was hard to believe that so much violence had ever occurred here. This was a beautiful, bucolic, area.

After an hour or so they decided to find the motel, get settled, and then get something to eat. After checking in, they walked in the room and, to their astonishment, noticed that there was only one bed.

"I told them a room with two beds, didn't I?" Joe asked. "I'll call and see if we can change."

He got on the phone and was told that he didn't specify how many beds and that they didn't have any rooms left with two beds. "Han, what do you want to do? Go to another place? I can sleep in the floor."

"Don't be silly," she said. "We can sleep in the same bed. What difference does it make? I promise to stay on my side." She sat next to him on the bed and kissed his cheek. "I'm sleepy. Can we take a nap before we go eat?"

"Here's an idea," he offered. "If you'll settle for pizza, I'll go get it and you can take a nap while I'm gone. I kinda want to watch the baseball game, if we can pick it up here."

"That sounds good to me. I'm tired. I think I'll take a shower while you're gone, too."

Joe began searching on his phone for a pizza place. "What kind do you want, Han?"

"Pepperoni and whatever else you want on it. You know me. I don't turn pizza down," she laughed. "And bring me a Dr. Pepper. A big one."

Joe made the call and was told to pick it up in 30 minutes. He left, after entering the address into his phone. 10 minutes away. All the driving had made Joe crave a cold beer. He knew that, if he brought beer back to the motel room, his sister might get angry, but he really was wanting one and felt he deserved it. After all, he had done all of the driving. He was an adult. She might just have to deal with it.

After picking up the pizza, he stopped at a mini-mart to get Hannah's Dr. Pepper. He noticed all the varieties of beer and decided that he would risk it. He got a six pack of Dos Equis and two Dr. Peppers for Hannah. He just hoped that she wouldn't be disappointed in him.

As he entered the room, he noticed that Hannah was curled up in the bed, asleep. She hadn't even turned the covers down. She was dressed in one of their Dad's old tee shirts, which was very long on her, coming down almost to her knees. He knew that she never wore a bra under her "nightie" as she called it. It wasn't that you could see her breasts, but you could tell that she didn't have a bra on. He also knew, from long observation, that she wore bikini panties underneath. Rarely had he personally viewed them, but you could see the outline if she bent over.

His little sister was more than cute, to him. He thought she was extremely sexy and he loved looking at her and imagining all sorts of illicit activities with her. He realized that she was innocent and he certainly would never do anything "but look". Still, he had a good imagination. He had seen her in with her blouse off, with only a bra "up top" and had seen her many times in her bikini. She had a shape that would compare with any girl he knew.

The room had no microwave, so he decided he better awaken her before the pizza got cold. He touched her face, gently, then leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Hannah, pizza is ready," he whispered.

She roused herself, opened the pizza, and took out a slice. Taking a bite, she said, "Oh, Joe, this is great! Where's my Dr. Pepper?"

She reached for the sack and, upon looking inside, saw the beer. "Joe, what is this?" she asked.

"Um. Well, I... I'm sorry, but I just wanted some beer with my pizza and I didn't see the harm. Are you mad?"

"No, not exactly mad," she said. "I am just surprised. I didn't know you drank. Do you?"

"No!" he said. "I mean, I like to have a beer with my buddies and it's really good with pizza or Mexican Food," he explained.

"I don't like to think about you driving after you've been drinking!" she replied.

"I promise, Han. I DO NOT. I wish I had not bought it."

"Oh, shush. This is our trip. You drink what you want. I don't care. Just promise - swear to me, your little sister, who loves you more than life - that you will never drink and drive."

Joe smiled. "You don't love me more than life, Sis. But, I SWEAR!"

Hannah opened her Dr. Pepper and continued to munch on her pizza as Joe fiddled with the TV remote. He finally found his baseball game, opened a beer and grabbed a slice of pizza, and settled back to watch the game. After his first big swig of the beer, he said, "ahhhhhhhhhhh, yessss, that's good!" and let out a huge belch.

"You heathen!" Hannah laughed. "Next you'll be farting. My brother, the sot."

Joe quickly finished his first beer and opened a second. Hannah regarded him as she ate her pizza. "That stuff can't be that good. How many before you are drunk?"

"Well, since I don't drink much, I can feel a bit light headed after 2 or 3. I don't know if I've ever been really drunk, though," he answered.

"What's the most you ever drank?" she asked. "How many?"

"I think four. Maybe five. I was pretty tipsy. I wouldn't have driven," he explained.

"But you have six. Are you going to drink them all? Am I going to have to hold your hand while you puke into the porcelain throne? Am I going to have to undress you and put you to bed? Do I have to call AA to see where we can attend a meeting?"

"You're a smart-ass, Little Sister. No, I can't drink them all - I don't think. You can have what I don't drink."

"Ugh, no. I don't have any bad habits and I'm not about to start," she said, sarcastically.

"I dare you. I double-dog dare you!"

"Oh, the old double-dog dare, huh?" she laughed. "What if I don't like the taste?"

"You won't. Take a bite of pizza, then take a sip. Dare ya!" he said as he took a beer out of the bag and screwed off the top. "It's still good and cold. They don't taste very good if they're not ice cold."

Hannah grinned at her brother. "You don't think I will, do you?"

"I'll be surprised if you do, you little chicken. Bok-bok-bok-bok-bok!!"

Hannah took a bite of pizza, then turned the bottle up and took a long swig of the cold beer. She held it in her mouth, her face a mask of disgust.

"Swallow it!" Joe urged.

She swallowed. "Yuck! How do you drink that crap?"

"Oh, come on. You didn't even taste it. Take a drink without the pizza and don't hold it in your mouth like that. Just drink it like you would a drink of water."

Hannah looked at him and turned the bottle up again, taking another long pull. This time she swallowed it. She sat there a minute, considering. "That wasn't bad. Still, why pay for that when you can have Dr. Pepper?" she giggled.

Joe reached for her bottle, intending to finish it himself. She jerked it away. "That's mine. Get your own! I don't start things without finishing them!"

Joe knew this was going to be a fun trip. What a good sport his sister was. She obviously didn't want to drink, but she was doing this so he would feel more comfortable and have a good time. He adored her. He watched, with amusement, as she continued to take sips of the beer, in between bites of pizza, until the bottle was empty.

"Done!" she exalted, as she lifted the bottle into the air. "Give me another!"

"I think you've had enough, young lady," Joe said, mocking his Dad's voice.

Hannah reached in the bag, brought out another bottle of the Dos Equis and, with some effort, managed to screw the top off. She turned it up and took an astonishingly long swig. "Ahhhh!" she mocked. "That's some of the best beer I've had in years!" Then she emitted a long belch and they both laughed.

Joe had already finished 3 beers and was on his fourth. He definitely felt a buzz and knew that his little sister, unless she was some kind of freak of nature, was well on her way to feeling the same way. He suddenly had the giggles, especially after his sister belched. He watched as she continued to take long swigs of her second beer, in between bites of pizza. He was actually amazed at her.

Hannah pointed to the TV. "What in hell is that guy doing?" she slurred. Hannah never, ever, used any kind of profanity. She didn't even say 'Golly' or 'Gosh' or 'Oh my Goodness' because she had been told that these were just sly ways to take God's name in vain.

"Baby Sister, you're drunk!" Joe laughed. "You're using profanity!"

"Oops!" she giggled. "Why the fuck is everything moving?"

Joe was flabbergasted. Even though he felt giddy himself, he never thought he would hear his little sister say the "F" word! It was funny, but it was just not right, either. Still, he laughed at her, and with her.

"Shit, it's so hot in here!" Hannah said as she got up and went to the air-conditioning unit. "Help me figure this shit out, Joseph!" She laughed again, as if she had just said the funniest thing imaginable.

Joe turned the air cooler and turned the fan to a higher speed. Hannah put her arms around him and kissed his cheek. "You are wonderful! My big brother is fucking wonderful!" She kissed him again, apparently trying to kiss his mouth.

"Hannah!" he unwrapped her arms from around his waist and maneuvered so that she could not kiss his mouth. "You need to calm down. Hear me?" He laughed, but realized that his sister was almost out of hand.

To Joe's utter shock and amazement, she then pulled her tee shirt over her head and was standing in front of her gawking brother, clad only in her tiny, blue bikini panties. "Hot in here! Hey, Big Brother, you like how I look?" she said as she clasped her breasts and pushed them up, showing them to Joe. "You like my tits?"

Joe was astounded. His sister was luscious. What a body! Her breasts were way better than he had imagined. They were perfect. Her nipples were pink and pointed upward, and were hard enough to cut glass. He wanted to touch them, to lick them and suck them. He wanted to touch her all over, to hold her sexy young body next to his - but she was drunk. This wasn't right. Even though his pecker was hard and demanding to be released, he knew that he had to find a way to end this right now.

He quickly grabbed her recently discarded tee shirt and held it in front of her, trying to wrap it around her as he guided her to the bathroom. "Hannah, you're going to stay in there until you sober up." He pushed the door shut and held it so she couldn't open it. He was panting from his exertions and deep guilt was beginning to well up inside him. He had longed to see the nakedness of his lovely sister, but not like this. This was his fault. This wasn't Hannah. She would be embarrassed later, and would blame him - and she should. This was going to ruin their trip, but worse than that, it could ruin their relationship forever.

After a few minutes, Hannah stopped trying to get out of the bathroom. Eventually, Joe asked her if she was okay and she replied that she was fine.

After another 15 minutes or so, she knocked and yelled, "Okay, let me out."

Joe carefully opened the door, relieved to see that she had put her tee shirt back on. She looked sheepishly at him and lay on the bed. She didn't say anything. Joe sat next to her and lay his hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Sis. Forgive me, please? Just pretend it didn't happen?"

"It's not your fault. It's mine. I'm very embarrassed - but thank you. You did exactly what a brother should do in that situation." She looked in his eyes and a tear rolled down her face. "I love you so much, Joe."

He lay next to her, cradling her head next to him. "No more beer for us, Sis," he said. "I don't want anything to ruin this trip."

"Don't be silly. I'm not going to ruin your good time. This is our secret, okay?" she said.

"That goes without saying. And, by the way... yes, very much."

"What do you mean?" she asked, looking into his face, which had broken into a silly grin.

"I do like them - very much. They're perfect!"

She smiled. "Awww, thanks! You may be right, though. I shouldn't drink if it's gonna make me lose my inhibitions. I'm glad it was with you and not at some party. Can you imagine?"

"Yes, I can imagine. And I can imagine that you would never live it down. And they would take pictures and videos on their cellphones! It would ruin your reputation," he told her.

"I'll be more careful next time. Maybe not drink it so fast?"

"I don't know that you need to be drinking at all, Sis. I should not have dared you and I should not have even bought it. My mistake."

"Whatever. I'm going to sleep. I still feel kinda woozy and it's been a long day," she said as she climbed under the covers. Joe caught a glimpse of her panties as she swung her legs under the sheet. After seeing her nearly naked, however, that wasn't as big a deal as it might have been.

Joe waited until his sister was asleep, turned off the TV, undressed, and got in next to her in his boxer briefs. He turned away from her, putting as much distance as he could between them. Of course he wanted to just cuddle up with her, but he knew that was not appropriate and he couldn't imagine the embarrassment should she wake up and discover her brother's hard cock against her ass.

As tired as he was, he couldn't fall asleep. Images of Hannah revealing her young sexy body to him kept running through his mind. He had always known she was pretty and, lately, even sexy, but he really had no idea how great her body was, especially her breasts. They weren't large, but they looked pretty big on her slender body. And they seemed to defy gravity. They were just begging to be fondled and licked and sucked. Joe's cock was hard and he needed to masturbate, but he surely could not do it with his sister next to him in the bed.

Hannah murmured, "It's so cold in here! You turned that AC down too low."

"I thought you were asleep. Do you want me to adjust the air?"

"No, just pull the blanket up and cuddle me," she said, sleepily.

What? Was she awake enough to know what she was saying? What if she felt his hardness against her? He just couldn't.

Suddenly she turned toward him. "I'm cold, Joe!" She scooted over toward him. He quickly turned away from her to hide his hard-on. She pressed her body against him and put her arm around him. He could feel, or imagined he felt, her perfect young breasts against his bare back. "That's better. You're warm," she muttered.

It felt good to have her arm around him and he soon fell asleep. He awoke at the crack of dawn needing to pee. His cock was hard both from the dire need to urinate and the fact that Hannah was snuggled up against his back. As quietly as he could, he made his way to the bathroom.

Hannah realized when he got up. She knew he was only wearing boxer briefs, but she hadn't been able to actually look at him until now. He had a really good body, she thought. She also noticed the bulge in his tight briefs. She wondered if he was sexually excited or he was just that big all the time. She knew very little about such things. She was curious. She liked his mat of dark hair on his chest and tummy. It made her own tummy feel funny - good, but funny.

"You peed a gallon," she whispered when he crawled back in bed. She scooted up against his back and, reaching around him, stroked the hair on his tummy.

"Drink one, piss seven is what I've been told," he said. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"I'm just excited for today. But the park doesn't open for hours. Can I ask you something personal?"

"Um. Depends on what it is," he said, wondering what was going on in her pretty little head.

"Your... thing. Is it always that big?"

"Hannah, Holey Moley! I can't believe you asked that."

She laughed. "How am I supposed to learn if I don't ask? I mean, I assume that it isn't that big all the time. I don't know how those things work. Who can I ask?"

"Google it!" he said, flummoxed. Then, "for your information, it gets hard when I need to pee real bad. I wake up like that a lot of times. Satisfied?"

"Don't be mad at me!" she said in her cute, pouty voice. "Did you mean what you said about my... you know?"

"Hannah, maybe we need to change the subject. But yes. Of course I meant it."

"You've noticed them before?" she whispered, as she continued to stroke the hairs on his tummy and chest.

"I've never seen them before. I didn't even know you had them," he teased. "Did they just kinda grow there in the last week or so?"

"You've seen me in a bikini. You've even seen me in a bra without my top. Had you ever noticed? Tell me the truth."

"Of course I've noticed," he said, only slightly exasperated with this line of questioning. Her stroking his chest and tummy and asking if he had noticed her bosom had made his cock start rising again.

"And?"

"What a pest you are. And what?" he asked.

"What did you think? Too small?"

"Well, um, no. They're perfect for you. But a brother should not be noticing his sister's body," he pointed out, his cock beginning to rage. He was glad that his back was to her.

"Well, maybe not, but you do. I see you looking. And, you know what? I don't care. I figure it's just what boys do."

This was the way she was, he thought. She could talk about anything ad infinitum. Once she started, you couldn't get her off the topic. "Well, you're pretty. Boys like to look at pretty girls. That doesn't mean there's anything weird about it. Right?" He turned slightly so that he could look over his shoulder at her.

"You don't think it's weird that we're sleeping in the same bed and that I am playing with your chest hair?"

"Yes. Yes, I do think it's weird. But I'm not complaining because it's saving us money, and I kinda like the way it feels." He turned over so that he was facing her, careful to keep his crotch as far away as possible. She was so beautiful, he thought. Her face and the way her short, blonde hair framed it - perfect. He hoped that he would have a wife as pretty as her one day.

"I like this, Joe. I can't explain it. Do you?" She searched his face, thinking how handsome he was and how she would love to run her hands all over his body. Somehow this just felt natural, although she knew that it wasn't normal.

"Anything I get to spend time doing with you is great, Han. You're my favorite person on earth - and maybe the prettiest girl I know," he told her, meaning every word.

She kissed him, a peck, directly on the mouth. "Oops. I didn't mean to do that! It was just so sweet!"

Joe grinned. "Don't apologize. Do it again. I double dog dare you."

To his surprise she put both of her hands on the sides of his face and kissed him - way more than a peck. She held the kiss there for at least 5 seconds. His cock lurched. This was Heaven!

She looked to see his reaction. "Well?" she asked.

"I may have liked that more than I should," he answered. "Let's get our showers and go find breakfast."

"You go first, then. You know I take a long time," she replied.

He was unable to hide his hard cock as he made his way to the bathroom. Hannah was watching every move.

The day was perfect. Clear and not too hot. They were able to get in a group for a guided tour for the entire battlefield. Joe was intensely interested, but Hannah was awe-struck. She had read a lot about the Battle of Antietam, but the insights that the tour guide gave shed new light on the entire battle. She had never quite been able to put the battle in its context and to see how it affected future events in the War. Joe and Hannah had ancestors that had fought in the battle on the side of the Confederacy. They were able to see exactly where their forebears had fought and see the monuments that had been erected in honor of their units.

They toured the park and went to several stores that sold Civil War memorabilia. It was after 6 PM before they got back to the motel.

"I want pizza again!" Hannah proclaimed. "And get more beer this time."

"Right. You don't need beer. You can't handle it," Joe teased.

"You know that you can't challenge me and get away with it!" she boasted. "I will drink it slower, but you're right. It is good with pizza."

Joe eventually agreed and, while Hannah took a shower, he went to get the pizza and beer. She was, again, napping by the time he got back. He sat the food down and went to grab a quick shower. When he emerged, he was wearing athletic shorts and no shirt. Hannah was in her usual long tee shirt. She had found his baseball game on the TV and was already eating. She had also opened a beer and was sipping it.

"Drinking it slow, like I promised," she said as she took another swig. "You've already got your top off and you haven't even drank anything yet!" she laughed.

"I'm adjusting this AC again. I was hoping they would leave it turned down when they cleaned the room. It's hot in here."

"Okay, but I like you topless," she said.

"Well, I liked you topless, too," he stated, only half kidding.

"Well, I better not. You might lock me in the bathroom again," Hannah deadpanned.

They settled in to eat the pizza and soon both of them were on their third beer. Joe had gotten 2 six packs, but was wondering if that had been wise. He was already feeling a buzz and was sure that his sister must be, too.

Indeed, Hannah was slurring her words and giggling at everything. She even let a few profanities slip, which gave Joe the giggles. Hannah finished the slice of pizza she was eating and took the last swig of her third beer. Joe was propped up on some pillows on the bed. She sat cross legged facing him and started stroking his chest. "I like your muscles," she said as she stroked his chest, then felt one of his biceps.

Joe was very proud of how his body had taken to weight training. He was very flattered that his sister was complimenting him, but more than that, he loved the feel of her hands on him. In his half-drunken state he wasn't inclined to try to stop her. "Are you buzzing, Little Sister?" he asked, grinning.

"Oh yeah. I am. It feels good, but I don't feel out of control like last night. I may even leave my shirt on," she smiled. She leaned over to get another beer for her and one for her brother. Joe got a good view of her pink panties under her shirt.

They sipped their beers for a few more minutes, then Hannah said, "Brother, dear. I am officially drunk. The room is spinning. Make it stop. I feel sick."

"Don't puke in here! Go to the bathroom!"

Hannah jumped up and ran to the bathroom, where she stayed for a few minutes. Joe heard her peeing and then she emerged. "I don't think I'm gonna puke. But maybe I better stop."

"Good idea. Just lay down awhile."

Hannah lay down, then rolled over on her side, her back to Joe. The AC had kicked in and he was beginning to get chilled. He was almost drunk himself and it seemed a good idea to cuddle up next to his sister. He put his arm around her and pressed his body against her back.

"Mmmmmm, I like!" she murmured.

Joe liked it too. His cock started hardening when he felt the warmth of his sister's body. She had nothing on but this tee shirt and some skimpy panties. He imagined how her naked body would feel. Just to hold her would be such a sensual experience.

"You need to pee?" she asked. "Your thingy is all hard."

"Yeah, sorry. Be right back." He jumped up and went to take a leak. His cock deflated somewhat as he urinated. He was so light-headed, however, that he wasn't that concerned about it. He went and cuddled up to his sister's back again, not caring that his semi-hardened cock was against her sweet bottom.

In a few minutes she said, "You need to pee AGAIN?" She reached around and, much to Joe's surprise, grasped his hard cock through his shorts.

Any other time he would have jumped out of bed as if scalded, and protested, but he was drunk. Her actions didn't seem wrong or unusual to either of them at that moment. "Uh, no. It gets hard sometimes."

She sat up. "Show me. I want to see it. You saw me last night. It's only fair." She started pulling at the elastic of his shorts.

Joe stopped her, but laughed. "You don't want to do that! You're not supposed to look at my dick!"

She continued to pull at his waistband and managed, against very little protest, to pull his shorts and underwear down to his knees. His cock was almost fully hard. The fact that he was intoxicated kept it from being the raging, purple hard-as-a-rock young cock that he usually sported. He was not "hung" but he measured about 8 inches and was fairly thick.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed. "That thing is HUGE! How do girls get something like that inside them? Are you bigger than other guys?" she asked as she gawked at it.

"Well, I'm taller than average and I guess it's a little bigger than average." Joe knew, full well, that he was much larger than most of the boys on the sports teams on which he played. "I don't know how they get them in. I've never done it," he giggled. He knew he must be pretty drunk to allow this to continue.

Hannah reached to touch it. "Does this hurt?"

Hell no, it didn't hurt. It was amazing. "No. That doesn't hurt. What are you doing?"

"I just want to look at it and touch it. Are these your balls?" She asked as she hefted his nuts in her hand. "Does it hurt to touch them?"

"No, but be careful." He couldn't believe that his sister was touching his cock and balls. And she was so fucking innocent about it!

Hannah held his cock and looked closely at it. "I like it," she stated, flatly.

"What do you mean you like it?" he laughed.

"I like the way it looks. I don't know why, but I do. I want to kiss it. Can I?"

FUCK. He needed to stop this right now. He needed to sober up. He already felt that he was not buzzing anymore, but he couldn't bring himself to act. "Whatever floats your boat," he managed.

Hannah tentatively kissed the head of his cock. She held it in her hand, gazing at it, then kissed it again. Then she noticed a clear pearl of liquid coming out of the piss slit. She knew that it wasn't pee. Curious, she touched it and realized that it was slick. "Why is it doing this?" she asked, naively.

"Hannah. Haven't you taken Sex Ed? That's lubrication. Pre-cum. Pre-seminal fluid."

Hannah giggled. "You're horny, aren't you?"

"Well, duh, Han. The prettiest girl I know kisses my dick and I'm not gonna be horny?"

Hannah lay down next to him, her hand still on his cock. "I think I'm horny, too," she laughed.

"How do you tell?" he asked.

"My panties are wet. It's not pee."

"Fuck, Hannah. We need to stop right now. We're fucked up. This isn't right."

"Want me to take my shirt off?" she asked, sweetly.

"NO! Stop. NOW," he ordered.

"I think you do," she whispered as she stood, shakily, and pulled the tee shirt over her head. Her nipples were stiff, he noticed immediately. And, yes, there was a large damp spot on her pink panties. "You like?" she asked, posing for him.

"Yes. Yes. Yes. I like," he moaned. If she was determined to display her perfect young body to him, he couldn't stop her.

Then she was laying on top of him, kissing his mouth, her breasts mashed against his naked chest. His hand found her ass. It was so firm. Her body was so sexy and irresistible. She kissed him and, when he gasped, she inserted her tongue into his mouth. He eagerly sucked it. She was delicious. He guided her bottom with his hand while he moved against her, knowing that his hard cock was just separated from his luscious sister's virginal pussy by a wisp of cloth. He should stop this. Now.

"Kiss them," she urged as she moved up to press her chest into his face. Joe easily flipped her onto her back and began to do just as she asked. He kissed her breasts. He grasped one of them, squeezed lightly and, looking into her face, licked her nipple. He knew that this was the first time that anyone had ever kissed or licked her breasts and he just had to see her reaction.

"Ohhhhh, that feels soooooooooo goooood!" she groaned. "Please keep doing that!"

Joe began to feast on her breasts. He massaged them; he kissed; he licked; he sucked. His sister's lower body was rotating in a circular motion. Joe nearly creamed, thinking about how he would love to be inside her while she did that. His naked cock was fully hard, and jutting from his loins as he kneeled to minister to his sister's breasts with his mouth. She was moaning and groaning and praising him and asking for more. She ordered him to never stop.

"Oh, sweet, sweet Big Brother, nothing has ever felt this good!"

Lust surged through Joe's body. He knew he wouldn't dare have sex with his sister, but intended to do everything else that she allowed - he no longer felt that the alcohol was having any effect on him, but that didn't matter. He grasped the waistband of her panties and pulled at them. To his surprise, his little sister raised her hips and helped him slide them down and off. Her trimmed, furry little pussy met his gaze.

He had never been in this situation, but had an overwhelming, natural, urge to kiss it. He noticed a little bud that looked like a miniature penis peeking out. He knew this was her clitoris. He leaned forward and kissed it.

"OHHH!" she mewled. "What are you doing? Do it again! Kiss me there. Lick me!"

Joe soon had her ass in his hands as he licked and sucked at his sister's sopping wet pussy. He loved her aroma and felt that he could literally devour her. He supposed this was what they meant when they said, 'eating pussy'. He now understood why men wanted to do this. She was delicious! And the way she held his head in place and moved beneath him and urged him on was driving him crazy. His swollen cock was rubbing against the sheets as he continued to lick her. He didn't want to cum this way, but he knew that he had been stimulated so much that his orgasm could not wait much longer.

Then he felt her thighs tighten on the sides of his head, so much so that he could barely breathe. She straightened her legs and her body spasmed. "Unggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gooooooooooooooood!" she cried. He realized that his little sister was cumming in his face. He didn't know exactly how this worked, but continued to suck at her clit until she violently pushed his face away and turned her back, her body heaving, out of breath.

Joe put his arm around her and lay silently, wondering what would happen next. Finally she whispered, "That felt better than anything. Ever."

"Are you still tipsy?" he asked, tentatively.

"No, I know what I'm doing if that is what you're worried about," she said, breathlessly. She then flipped over and said, "Now it's your turn."

"What?"

"I had an orgasm. Didn't YOU take Sex Ed?" she said, sarcastically. "You're going to have one."

"Well, I can just go in the bathroom and beat off like I usually do," he said.

"Right. You can do that, here, and let me watch. Or I can lick it until you cum," she grasped it. "Or we could fuck." She looked in his face to see his reaction, then laughed. "I'm kidding! Don't go spastic!"

She kneeled and began to kiss his cock and balls, gently touching him. Then she took his cock in her hand and stroked him, uncertainly. "This the right way?" she asked.

Joe showed her how to stroke him and lay back to enjoy it. It wouldn't take long. Then he felt her licking his cock as she stroked it, providing enough lubrication for her hand to slide easily. "Yes, Hannah, that's good. You're going to make me cum!"

She continued to stroke as she watched, eager to see what a man's ejaculation looked like. Suddenly, long thick ropes of white cum shot from his cock. It went high into the air and fell on his body, on the sheets, on her hands and arms. She was amazed, and thrilled, to see so much of it. She thought it was the sexiest thing she had ever witnessed in her life. She knew what this stuff was. His seed. It could make babies. That thought was so hot to her that she thought she could have another orgasm.

Breathlessly, Joe took his sister's hand off of his cock and milked it to get whatever residual cum might be left. He noticed his gorgeous, naked sister watching. She looked dumbfounded. Her nipples, he noticed, were hard. Did that mean she was still turned on?

She raised her hand to her mouth and tasted his cum. She made a face, then tasted it again. "Not as bad as I thought," she whispered.

Guilt immediately wracked Joe. "I'm so sorry. This should never have happened. I should have known better to get us in this situation. Please, forgive me."

Hannah got on her hands and knees and crawled up to kiss his face. "You're crazy. This is educational! Right? This whole trip was supposed to be educational!" She smiled at him.

"But this..."

"This...," she interrupted, "Is the most fun educational activity, EVER!"

"But this is a one-time thing. Okay? Are we in agreement?"

"Yada, yada, yada. We'll see."​