A Sister's Request

"One-thirty, same place. Don't go inviting any of your dweeby friends over, either. I don't feel like being around anyone tonight. OK?"

"Sure, I guess. Do you want me to go stay in a motel or something?" he asked.

"Don't be silly. I need you to keep me company," she replied.

They puttered away much of the morning, doing lots of nothing. They decided to head out a little early so that they could grab some lunch before it was time for Jean's hair appointment. James pulled into a little diner that their family had liked for years. The people that ran the place made their own bread and buns and always had awesome burgers.

"Do you plan on moving out when you finish your last year?" Jean asked.

"Yeah, I mean I can't live at home forever, you know," he replied.

"I know. Don't move far away, though. I'll miss you," she said.

"I've still got a year to go, I've no idea where I'll be. Maybe I'll be in jail," James said.

"Plan on robbing a bank or something?" Jean asked.

"No, I'm just saying that it's too early for me to figure out where I'm going to be. Wherever I can get a decent job, I suppose," he said.

"Becky won't want you to go away, either," Jean said.

"I won't forget about my two favorite girls, don't worry. I don't want to be without you guys," James said.

It had occurred before to James that his sister depended on him a lot. He had no desire to leave her, he could sense that the prospect of that happening was really bothering Jean. He hated to think that she was upset when he didn't have much of a future plan in place anyway.

They finished their meal and headed over to the hair studio. James walked his sister in and waited patiently for her to get her trim. It was one of his least favorite places to be, so lucky for him it didn't take too long. On their way back to his car he thought he would pick on her a bit.

"Was that chick that cut your hair blind, too?" he asked.

"What?"

"I was just wondering how she got it to look like that," he replied.

"Nice try, James," she smiled.

"You're no fun to pick on. You can always tell when I'm lying," he said, pretending to be hurt.

"It's the thought that counts."

They hit the grocery store next, roaming around, James doing his best to complete the list that his mother had left. Jean was beginning to lose her patience. She was tired of walking in circles and the amount of time that this little adventure was taking. Her brother was a hopeless shopper.

"Are you lost or something? How long is this going to take?" she wondered aloud.

"Quiet. What kind of wine do you want?" he asked.

"I don't know. Pick something that you like," she suggested. Her knowledge of wine was nonexistent.

James was far from a wine expert himself, but he recognized a sangria that he had had before. He grabbed a couple bottles and they went off to pay for their items. They went back home and James put away the groceries while his sister changed into a swim suit. They decided that the heat of the afternoon would be a good time to lounge in and around the pool.

He was sitting in the shade while his sister floated around on a raft when Becky called. He picked his cell off the table next to him and answered.

"Hey babe. Make it all right?" he asked.

"Yeah we got here a little while ago. What are you up to today?" Becky asked.

"Hanging at the pool with Jean," he said.

"Got any big plans tonight?" she asked.

"Na. We're going to stay in. Our parents are out of town tonight, might have some wine and watch a movie or something."

"I wish I was there with you. How's Jean? Was she upset about Brian?" she asked.

"She's fine," he replied, not wanting to talk about his sister while she was floating in the pool right next to him.

"Alright. Tell her I said hi. I'll talk to you later, love you!" she said.

"Love you, too," he replied.

"Becky says hi," James called to his sister.

"Did she sound jealous that I have you all to myself today?" Jean asked.

"She didn't say anything about that, but I don't think that she is all that excited about the baby shower. She'd rather be here," he replied.

"Do you think you'll want to have a baby some day?" Jean asked.

"Sure, I guess. How about you?"

"I don't know. I've thought about it, but it would be kind of tough, you know?" she said.

"It would be a lot of work, that's for sure," he agreed.

"You'd make a good daddy."

"Someday, maybe," he said, strangely touched at his sister's kind words. He was getting that funny feeling again.

"I'm about ready for some wine. Will you have some with me?" she asked, feeling her way around the edge of the pool.

"Sure. You want to stay out here or you want to go in?" he asked.

"Let's stay out here for a while, it's so nice," she replied.

James went to fetch them both a glass of wine. He took the time to cut up some cheese so that they could have cheese and crackers to snack on, as well. He didn't know if it was proper to serve the two of them together or not, but it sounded good to him. Putting everything on a tray, he went back out by the pool.

"Here you are, my dear," he said, handing Jean her glass. "I brought some cheese and crackers, too. You better eat something if you're going to be drinking wine. I don't want you to be passing out on me."

"Thanks. It's not the first time that I ever had anything to drink, you know. Remember Dad let me have some champagne when I graduated," she informed him.

"Heh, I'm just warning you, is all. Believe it or not, I'm fairly familiar with the inebriation process," he said.

"Yeah I know. You're the big college party guy. I'll try not to get too rowdy, but you better keep an eye on me," Jean said, taking her first sip.

"If it looks like we're going to brawl, I'll just lock you in a closet or something," he replied.

"You know, I've heard that saying before, but I don't think we have locks on any of our closets," she pointed out.

"You're probably right. I'd figure something out. Just try and behave," he chuckled.

After a while, they ate their snacks, finished their glass of wine, and decided to head back inside. Jean declared that she wanted to do something fun, even though she didn't know what that would be. James named off a few things and eventually they decided to play Monopoly. They had the braille version of several board games though it had been a while since they had sat down and played one. Monopoly was always good for killing a couple of hours.

It was near the end of their third glass of wine that Jean began to feel the pressure of imminent bankruptcy. James rolled the dice.

"Eleven, I land on 'go'," he said. Jean frowned. She had Boardwalk and Park Place with three houses on each.

"I don't believe it," she said, reaching into the little box that they rolled the dice into. Gently, she rubbed her fingers over the top of them to confirm that James had indeed rolled what he said that he did. "How can you go around the board like seven times in a row without landing on any of my properties?" she asked.

"I try to steer clear of bad neighborhoods. Why would I stay at one of your flophouses when I have such a vast array of luxury hotels to pick from?" he teased.

It wasn't long after that that Jean had fallen into the red after hitting a couple of the before mentioned hotels.

"That was fun," James said, rubbing in his victory. Jean pouted in silence as he gathered up the pieces so that he could put the game away. "Now what would you like to do?" he asked.

"How about some more wine to start with?" she asked, holding up her empty glass.

"You sure? You still feeling all right?" her brother wondered.

"I'm fine," she replied.

Jean did seem all right to her brother, but she must have been feeling the effects of the wine by then. He knew that he was. Content that the situation was under control, James uncorked the second bottle.

It wasn't until Jean got up to go use the bathroom a little while later that she realized that she was getting pretty drunk. She was disoriented and a bit wobbly, but managed to make it to the toilet and back. James noted her condition as she came back into the kitchen. She finished what she had in her glass in three large gulps.

"There, I think I've had enough wine for a while. What time is it?" she asked with a slight slur to her voice.

"A little after eight," James replied.

"Hmmm. Time flies when you're getting drunk, I guess."

"That it can. Do you want something to eat?" he asked.

"No. Let's go in the living room and listen to TV," she suggested.

"Sure."

Though she probably could have made it on her own, James took her arm as they moved from the kitchen table to the couch. They sat in front of the TV for a while but it wasn't long before Jean was snuggling against him, much like she had the night before. She had been thinking about having her arms around him for the whole day. She wasn't worried that he was her brother, it felt right. She was a woman, he was a man, and she loved him. She couldn't stand the thought of losing him to the real world and growing up. There was no longer any doubt in her mind that she was going to try and keep him. He might not feel the same way, but if he moved out and she didn't at least try, Jean felt like she would have a hard time living the rest of her life not knowing if she could have spent it with the man that she loved more than anything else in the world.

James wriggled around on the couch, trying to get into a more comfortable position. Once again, his sister had caused him to become aroused. She was all but crawling all over him. He ran his fingers through her hair and began to rub her back, causing Jean to moan softly. If it had been any other girl he would probably . . .

What did you think was going to happen? You got her drunk, have the house to yourselves, now she's purring in your lap like a hungry kitten. You just gonna go to bed and leave her like that? You know she wants you.

"I don't know if we should sit like this. You're kind of having an effect on me," James said softly.

Jean thought that she knew what he was talking about. His erection had been pressing into her hip for the past several minutes. Feeling bold, she ran the flat of her hand across his shorts and left it atop the bulging outline of his engorged penis. James sucked in a sharp breath of air.

"You mean this?" she whispered. "That doesn't bother me. It makes me feel good. If I wasn't your sister, would you do the things with me that you do with Becky?"

"I thinking about doing them anyway," he mumbled. Jean was beginning to stroke him through his shorts.

"I wish that you would, James. Just one time. I've had this awful feeling that I'm going to lose you forever. I need you to make love to me before you're gone. I love you, James," she confessed.

"I don't think that I can resist you, you're a dream to look at, Jean and I love you very much. I don't want to do anything that would possibly hurt you. This would . . . complicate things. Do you think that it's just the wine that's talking?" he asked.

"I've wanted you for so long. I've been on birth control for months and months, not because I planned on hooking up with just anybody. I was thinking about you. One of these nights, I kept telling myself, I would try to get you to sleep with me. I want to show you that I'm more than just some burden that you're forced to take care of. I want to give you a reason not to leave me. I'll do anything you want to please you. Anything, James," she whispered, tears appearing on her cheeks.

James pulled his sister even closer to him, effectively crushing her body against his. She was playing on his heart strings and he found himself choking back tears, as well.

"You're not a burden, Jean. You're one of the best things in my life. I will never abandon you, I love you. You don't have to have sex with me to make me want to stay with you. I'd make love to you in a heartbeat, though. You're incredibly sexy, and I've been thinking a lot about you, too."

"Then do it, James. I need you. I need you to be my first," Jean said.

She managed to break free enough from his crushing embrace to inch up along his body so that they could kiss.

With her arms around his neck, they brought their lips together. Jean seemed frantic, acting as though she was literally trying to eat her brother's face.

"Slow down there, little sis. Just relax, let me," James whispered in her ear.

He realized that she was eager, but he also realized that she had little to no experience in that sort of thing. Jean froze in mid-attack to let her brother take over. James put a hand on the back of her head to guide her in for a long, slow, french kiss. While they kissed, and kissed, and kissed, Jean felt like her body was about to catch fire. She felt James lift her from the couch and begin walking. In a few short moments she felt herself being lowered onto the familiar surface of her bed.

"We'll be more comfortable in here," James explained.

He began to tug on Jean's shirt. She immediately took the hint and pulled it off before he had the chance. Less than a minute later, they were both completely naked.

"You look amazing, Jean," James said.

Jean was a short woman, no more than five and a half feet tall. She weighed one hundred and forty-six pounds which made her slightly heavier than Becky, but James thought that her curves were delightful. Lost in her nakedness, he barely heard what his sister was saying.

"Come over here, I need to feel what you are like."

James complied, laying on the bed next to his sister, but he never took his eyes off of her. He was living out a fantasy that he thought would not and could not ever happen. There was no way to keep his eyes from feasting on her body.

Jean ran her hands over his chest and stomach, feeling what little bit of hair he had there, as well as the definition of his muscles. He was no body builder, but was in pretty good shape. Not many extra pounds, if any. She moved her hands lower to his pubic area, noting from the trace amount of stubble that he must shave down there. Then, she wrapped her fingers around the first cock that she had ever touched in her young life.

"It's so big and smooth," she cooed. Up until this point, Jean had never had anything inside of her but a couple of her own fingers. She wasn't sure if it was even possible that this thing would fit.

"It's not really all that big," James confided. "It's about six inches. There's guys out there that are a lot bigger than that."

Jean giggled as her brother's cock twitched in her hands. It was extremely exciting for him to have his sister exploring his nakedness, knowing that she had never done this with anyone else. Her touch seemed electric, causing him to hiss and moan as her hands roamed over his manhood.

"Am I hurting you?" she wondered.

"No, it feels really good. It's really sexy watching you touch me," he replied. Jean blushed profusely but did not stop. She liked making her brother feel good and having him in her hands like that was filling her with a lust of the like she had nothing to compare to.

"Do you want me to put it in my mouth?" she asked.

"I want you to, but only if you feel comfortable with it. I . . ." James had his words cut short as Jean bent to taste her brother's cock. "Oh God," he mumbled.

She wrapped her lips around the head of his penis and used her tongue as though she was french-kissing it. She then licked down one side and up the other, intermittently throwing in tiny nibbles along the way. James shuddered under the teasing pleasure, unable to avert his gaze from the delight displayed on his sister's face. It looked like she was really enjoying herself.

Jean was enjoying herself, she never thought that it could possibly be so much fun listening to her brother whimper with every little touch of her tongue. She had obviously never done anything like this before, nor had she anyway of seeing it. She was operating off of instinct and what she remembered from a few of the more racy erotic novels that she had read. First hand experience was so much better than anything she could ever read.

Feeling as though she had teased and nibbled enough, Jean decided to see how much of him she could get into her mouth. James had told her that he wasn't really that big, but his cock seemed massive to her when she was trying to swallow it. She experimented with slightly different angles and pressures until she was able to take his entire length without choking herself too bad. She fell into a rhythm, fucking him with her mouth like a wanton whore from one of her stories, all the while listening to her brother's encouragement.

"That's fantastic, baby. I'm going to cum real soon," James hissed. He never in a million years would have guessed that his sister could perform oral sex at a near-professional level. "If you don't want me to cum in your mouth, you better stop," he advised. She didn't stop. Instead, she dug her nails into his thighs and began to milk him faster.

James moaned and thrust his hips upward while his body stiffened. Jean felt her mouth flood with his seed as her brother climaxed. Slowing her rhythm, she eventually pulled her mouth off his shaft, trying to determine what exactly his semen tasted like. There really wasn't anything that she could compare it to, she just logged it away in her brain as the flavor of her brother's sex. Even though her jaws ached and she was somewhat short of breath, Jean was immensely proud of herself. She had made James cum with her mouth! She leaned back smiling, rubbing his belly and thighs.

"Did you like it?" she asked.

"That was pretty amazing, Jean. I don't believe that you've never done it before. You must have been practicing on somebody," James replied. He rubbed her shoulders and back while he recovered from his orgasm.

"I haven't, I swear! I never touched anyone else, you're the only one!" she cried, her smile fading instantly.

"Hey, relax. Don't take me so seriously, I'm just trying to say that you were wonderful," he said quickly. Normally, Jean could tell by the tone of his voice whether or not he was being serious or just being a smart-ass. Must be her mind was focused something else. "Now I'm going to show you how much I loved it."

"Oh, heh, I'm still a little nervous, I guess. I'm glad you liked it, I just want to make you happy," she replied, trying to relax. James sat up beside her and kissed her deeply.

"You've done more than make me happy, I love you, Jean. Now lay back, I want to lick you," he said.

Jean followed his instructions, scooting back and laying down. She parted her legs for her brother, the anticipation of what he was about to do just about killing her.

It was kind of surreal to James, seeing his sister laying there like that. There would be no more wondering about what she looked like naked, that was for sure. All of the pool time had left Jean a deep shade of bronze, except for the more naughty bits that her swimsuit had kept hidden. They were incredibly pale and/or pink. It almost looked as though someone had taken a highlighter to her to accentuate her sexy parts. Like him, she was shaved smooth, and her puffy, pink pussy glistened with her excitement.

"You're more beautiful than I thought was possible. I love you so much," James proclaimed as he maneuvered himself between his sister's legs.

"You're so sweet, James," she whispered in reply.

He licked his way up along her inner thigh, breathing in the sexual scent of his sister's arousal. Once reaching it's destination, James' tongue was dragged across Jean's clit. She moaned and involuntarily ground herself into her brother's mouth. He pushed apart her labia and was soon lost in the sweet juices of his sister's cunt. Alternating between working her clitoris and thrusting his tongue as far inside of her as possible, James was able to send waves of pleasure through Jean's body.