Heather

His hands ran along her neck and the top of her shoulders. His groin pulled slightly back. Then pressed forward again. It became a steady rhythm. Only the panting sounds of their breathing filled the silence.

"Do my sides," she directed, her voice rising as she lost herself in the sensation.

She felt his hands obediently slide from her back to her sides. By straining up from the waist, she allowed his fingertips access to the round curve of her breasts. The pressure on her ass increased slightly.

She knew she should stop this. Shamelessly, she did nothing. Nothing, except raise herself further up on her elbows, giving her better access to her breasts. Without a word, he took advantage.

His soft hands edged under her. The movement was slow. Inch by inch. It was as if he was expecting a rebuke at any second. None came. At long last, he cupped them.

She pushed her breasts down into his hands. They were firm, heavy. God, her nipples were so hard. He trapped them between his fingers. Her soft sigh as he tenderly squeezed each breast was a giveaway. So was the way she pushed her ass back up into him. Encouraged, his palm began to rotate against each nipple. His breathing grew louder, more urgent. He thrust harder.

His moans told Heather he was close to cumming. It brought her to her senses. She turned on her side, pushing him off her. This was so wrong.

***

Heather chastised herself as she began to walk the short distance back into her house. This was all her fault. How could she have teased her brother so? God, she'd practically encouraged him to fuck her!

She felt a mixture of shame and arousal. Yes, arousal. God, she needed to cum so badly. She would masturbate in the shower.

It was then she heard the footsteps. His footsteps. Throwing her head over her shoulder, she saw her brother approaching her from behind. The look in his eyes told her she was in trouble. It was a look she'd seen in her husband before. In the bedroom. When they were both aroused and ready to fuck each other's lights out. It sent a shiver down to her core.

This was her brother!

She began to walk more quickly. When she heard him close the distance, she began to run. He was too quick for her. His hand on her arm spun her round. Half stumbling, he pulled her towards him. She tripped as she tore herself away, feeling her body jar as she hit the ground. Her full breasts bounced as his hand yanked her red bikini top away. She kicked out as he reached for her skimpy briefs. Within a split second, he'd yanked them down her body.

For a few seconds, neither spoke. Both were panting hard. She was naked before her little brother. He pulled down his shorts, throwing them a few feet away. Her mouth dropped open. He stood there. Naked. Fucking gorgeous.

She gasped. With each heartbeat, his cock rose and expanded until finally reaching its fully engorged state

"I love you sis. Please don't hate me." His voice was almost a whimper.

Her eyes softened as she raised her gaze to his face. "I don't hate you. I love you little brother. It's my fault. I know I've been a tease. I went way too far..."

He dropped to his knees. Staring into his glazed eyes, she immediately knew what he had in mind. His eyes took in her body, drinking in the fabulous breasts that were thrusting provocatively towards him. He was in that lust-fuelled state when reason goes out of the window.

Heather watched as he reached out to cup her magnificent breasts. For a few seconds, she closed her eyes as he caressed them. Her nipples ached for his touch and she let out a loud hiss of arousal as his fingers roughly rubbed them.

"This is wrong," she whispered in a vain attempt to pull both of them out of the enveloping sexual haze.

He paused at her words, but then his eyes alighted on the moistness between her legs. "You're wet," he simply said, as if it was the most natural state in the world.

You don't know the half of it, she thought. Her pleading eyes belied the fact that she wanted this as much as he. The way his thumbs strummed her nipples was removing the last vestiges of any resistance. When she gave a soft moan and closed her eyes for a second, he was suddenly on top of her.

His knees pushed her legs apart. Even as her eyes widened and she half-heartedly tried to push him off, his hardness was against her entrance. She was so aroused, so wet, he had no difficulty pushing inside.

Oh fuck! This was her brother! And he was fucking her! Not just fucking her. He started to pound her.

She spread her legs wider, only just resisting the urge to wrap them around his back. His breath came fast. His movements were more urgent. He did not last long and let out a primal yell as he buried himself as deeply into her as he could, releasing blast after blast of his semen.

It took some time before his body finished jerking. When he did, he raised himself upwards. Heather sighed softly. It was over.

She was wrong. He was simply adjusting position. Her feeling of shame was intermingled with her surge of arousal. An urgent need. He began to satisfy that need. Somehow, he was still hard.

His hips began to thrust again. Slowly at first. Then more frantic. Heather slipped her hands around the top of his shoulders. Her fingernails dug into the back of his neck. It was as if she was silently encouraging him to fuck her harder. He did.

She made no attempt to thrust back, content to lose herself in the merciless pounding. The movement, and heat of his cock inside her, was intoxicating. She couldn't help herself. Her legs wrapped around his lower back for greater friction. That did it. Her orgasm overwhelmed her.

She frantically grasped the bikini bottoms inches from her hand. In one movement, she fed them into her mouth, to disguise her screams. She couldn't let him know how hard she was cumming.

He wouldn't have known. Her brother was lost in his own world. His head remained buried in her shoulder. His gasps were continuous as he continued to pound into his sister, oblivious to anything except his own gratification.

Heather dug her heels into the top of his ass, pulling him closer. The movement sent him over the edge. He screamed out as he came for a second time. It seemed to her that the earth underneath them was actually moving as he shuddered against her.

It took a while to come down from their high. Her brother was still shaking. But as Heather's breathing began to regulate, she realised he wasn't trembling from his orgasm. He was crying.

"I'm so sorry," he mumbled, his sobs increasing as he met his sister's eyes.

She sent a loving smile back in his direction, desperate to comfort him. It didn't help.

"Heather, I'm so sorry," he repeated, dropping his head and sobbing into her neck. "I just needed it so bad. Needed you so bad..."

She held him close, beginning to rock her body against his. They stayed that way for a while, Heather gently rocking him, her legs gripping his hips.

"Sssh," she whispered. "It's okay, it's okay. I love you, baby brother..."

***

Two days later, things were starting to return to normal.

Heather had been able to give her brother the reassurance he needed. It had taken a long, long, telephone conversation the day after he'd left. Of course, he must never know how much she'd loved their encounter. But by taking an equal share of the blame, she'd convinced her brother she loved him as much as ever.

Now, she was back in her routine. Being a morning person, she usually rose at dawn to head straight up the spiral staircase from her bedroom to her office in the converted attic. There, as the sun rose, her mind was clearest and she was at her most productive. This morning, she was enjoying her usual early morning telephone conversation. Not a day went by without her calling her young lover.

"So you're feeling more settled?" Rachal asked, her voice soft and sympathetic.

Heather smiled to herself. "Much better, thanks. You know how much it means for me to remain close to my brother."

"I know," Rachal agreed with a little giggle. "But then I know how much it meant for you to have him fuck your brains out!"

"Rach!" Heather's tone was sharp.

Her lover laughed. "Another of Heather's desires fulfilled. And talking of those desires, David was asking when you're coming over again."

Although Heather blushed, she couldn't help but laugh along with her young lover. "That was wonderful. But definitely not to be repeated."

Rachal laughed. "We'll see. I think he's pretty keen on fucking you."

Heather gasped. "No way!" She knew she was being teased. But then, with Rachal, you never knew.

"My husband will be the only man for me going forward," she added.

"Regrets?"

"No. Not at all," Heather hurriedly responded. "I've loved every second. You've helped me live my deepest, naughtiest, fantasies. But now I need to get back to normality."

"Apart from one..."

"That's not exactly a fantasy, Rach."

Her mind wandered. She was disappointed that her son had not yet found a girlfriend. She knew that, with a little confidence, the handsome young man could have any woman he desired. He just needed someone to show him the ropes, give him some confidence. Rachal had offered to be that woman and she seemed the perfect choice.

"My only fear, Rach," she murmured, with a hint of amusement in her voice. "Is that you might be too much for him."

Her young lover gave a giggle of delight. "Okay, I'll take it easy. But if he begs for more, I'll have to oblige." They laughed again. "But Heather..."

The older woman's heart stopped. She was getting to know this young woman. There was something coming that would both alarm and excite her.

"You've got to be there, too. You need to watch..."