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"Oh, sorry," she smiled. "I was just thinking that I will hardly ever see my friends from school again. I will miss them."
Robert smiled and cleared his throat to keep from laughing. "Hey, Mom, did I see a chocolate pie?"
*****
Marvin sat in his recliner, Chrissy sat in her accustomed chair, while Daphne and Robert sat on the couch to watch TV. Robert told several stories about things that had happened with some of his students. He was still working as a graduate associate teacher at the college. When the local news came on, Daphne excused herself to go upstairs to bed.
She took a shower, making sure first to lock the door that went into Doug's (Robert's!) room. She had gotten out of the habit of doing that. She dressed in panties and a nightie and looked in the mirror. The nightie was blue and silky, but not as sheer as some of her other nighties. She turned this way and that, making sure that her nipples weren't visible. Why? Robert wasn't going to see her in this. Or was he? It was short; just a few inches below her crotch. It looked even shorter because she was so tall -- almost 6 feet.
She stood before the mirror to wash her face, which she carefully did every day to avoid acne. Her skin was flawless. She knew she was pretty -- everyone told her so. Guys stared at her. She was slender with a very nice shape. She had blonde, almost platinum, hair. It was cut so that it barely touched her shoulders when she wasn't wearing a pony tail. Her eyes were crystal blue. Although it wasn't quite summer yet, she already had a good tan. She had already donned her bikini a few times and found a place to sun for a couple of hours. She and Doug were also already working in the garden.
She lifted the nightie and turned sideways to the mirror to examine her breasts. She would never have told anyone, but she was extremely proud of them. She still wore a B-cup, but her bras had gotten almost uncomfortably tight. She figured she would have to get a bigger cup-size soon. Her breasts were almost perfectly spherical. Her nipples were hard, angling upward. Her areolae were small and pink, like her nipples. Doug adored her breasts and thinking about him sucking them made her nipples ache and throb. She wondered what Robert would think about them. She was not given to conceit, but she imagined that most all men would love the sight of her naked breasts. As Doug often told her, they really were perfect.
She unlocked the door to Doug's bedroom, then went to her own, locking the door between her and the "Jack and Jill" bathroom. She lay on her bed, reading a novel, hoping that she could fall asleep. Her panties were wet and her breasts were aching, just thinking about the fact that Robert was going to be upstairs, so near to her, all night. Would he come to her room?
After a while, she got sleepy, lay her book on the bedside table, and turned off the lamp. Almost immediately, she heard a soft knock on her door, from the bathroom.
"Daph? You still awake?" she heard Robert say in a whisper.
She got up and, without turning the lamp on, padded to the door, unlocked it and cracked it a couple of inches. "I was just about asleep," she said.
"I waited downstairs until I was pretty positive they were asleep," he grinned. "Gonna let me in or not?"
Daphne stepped back and Robert entered the dark room, and closed the door. It was pitch black. She felt his hand touching her tummy as he groped for her. She grasped it quickly, but he was pulling her to him and, before she could even think, he was kissing her. She was kissing him back, her mouth open, accepting his invading tongue. She hadn't planned on this at all. She needed to think. She needed him to stop and let her catch her breath.
She broke the embrace. Gasping, she said, "Let me catch my breath. Stop!"
She took the few steps to the bedside table and turned the lamp on. Robert was standing next to the bathroom door, dressed only in boxers. She couldn't help but notice that he had an obvious erection. It looked huge! His underwear jutted out from his body and she could see the outline of the head of his cock. She was sure that, if he pressed it against his stomach, the head would be above the elastic of the boxers.
Could he be bigger than Doug? Was he as big as Uncle Al? His chest was massive, covered with a dark mat of black hair, as was his flat, toned, stomach. He was just TOO HOT!! Her heart raced. She realized now that her older brother -- some 6 years her senior -- was intent on fucking her. She had dreamed of doing just that, of course, but she didn't want to do it with her parents in the house! Yes, she had fucked Doug any number of times with them downstairs, but they knew how to stay virtually silent. When they were alone, they moaned their passion, and loudly voiced their pleasure. If she were to make love with -- scratch that -- if she were to fuck Robert, she didn't want to be quiet!
Robert walked quickly to her and gathered her in his arms again, pulling her down to the bed, kissing her deeply.
"Fuck! You're the hottest thing I've ever seen," he gasped. "And that includes Renee!"
"Shhhhh! They can hear us!" she whispered.
He reached and stroked a breast, causing her to gasp with pleasure. "I think about you all the time, Little Sister. Ever since that day last summer, I can't get you off my mind. Do you think about that day?" he asked quietly.
She nodded. "More than I like to admit," she said, shakily.
"You ever think about me when Doug is fucking you?" he grinned.
"Shut up! You know we're not doing that!" she giggled. She knew that Robert had to know. Who was she fooling?
"How often do you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Daphne, come on," he whispered, kissing her again.
"Stop that!" she said, scooting away from him. "We're going to be alone all day tomorrow. If you're going to be inappropriate with me, do it then!"
"Fair enough," he said. "So answer my question. How often do you do it with Doug?"
Daphne was beginning to be a little more comfortable. Apparently he was not going to try to persuade her to do anything -- at least not tonight. She was dying to discuss what she and Doug did together with someone. Robert was the perfect one to tell, since he was doing exactly the same thing with Renee, and had been for years.
"As often as we can. Like 4 or 5 times a week," she whispered, shyly.
He laughed, softly. "That sounds familiar. When Renee and I lived here, we couldn't get enough of each other. We just did it as quietly as we could if we couldn't get any privacy."
Daphne nodded. "We have gone back in the woods and done it. Down in the barn. Back in the field. We even did it in the truck parked down a little farm lane," she smiled.
"There's nothing like it," he agreed. "So are you getting any on the side? How many other guys have you given it to?"
"Nobody!" she almost shouted.
"Okay, okay," he laughed. "Doug is one lucky guy. I'm not kidding. I've never seen a girl as hot as you, Little Sister."
"Robert, nobody is hotter than Renee," she said.
"Probably true. But you're, somehow, more forbidden. That makes it hotter, doesn't it?"
Daphne nodded, then looking in his eyes, whispered, "Do you love forbidden things like I do, Robert?"
"Fuck, you're going to make me cum in my underwear!"
"Oh yeah?" she grinned. "Your little sister does that?" She looked boldly at his crotch. She noticed a wet spot on his boxers and imagined that his cock was covered with delicious pre-cum. She imagined falling to her knees, worshiping his cock with her mouth, tasting his delicious juices, and then mating with this ultra-handsome man! He looked so much like Uncle Al, but so much younger, so much more virile -- and, in her mind, even more forbidden because he was her own flesh and blood -- her brother!
Robert suddenly lay on his side on her bed and pulled her down to lay, facing him. He leaned forward and kissed her deeply again. She moaned and thrust her tongue into his mouth. He rolled toward her and she could feel his cock trapped between them.
"Daphne, please?" he croaked.
Daphne smiled sweetly. "Whatever do you mean, Big Brother? Please what?" she teased.
He reached and grasped her bottom and pulled her against him. His cock was mashed against her lower tummy. He pulled her to him, hugging her close, her ear next to his mouth.
"Give me what you give Doug?" he whispered.
"You mean help with his homework? He's smart; he doesn't need help," Daphne whispered, innocently, into his ear, then wormed her tongue inside his ear, wetly.
"Fuck, you're driving me crazy. I can be quiet. I promise," he gasped.
She pushed him back so she could gaze into his face. Oh, he was so handsome. She wanted him so badly! Her pussy was buzzing. She knew that her panties were sopping wet and she wanted nothing so much as to allow him to peel them off, open her legs, and impale her on what she imagined was an "Uncle Al"-sized cock.
She smiled sensuously. "You don't get it, Robert," she whispered, sexily. "When we fuck, I'm going to make noise. I've been waiting a year. I'm not going to hold back."
Robert hurriedly got to his feet. He looked down at the lust-inciting vision of his long-legged sister. He could see her panties under the diaphanous material of the nightie. He could see the outlines of her breasts. She was so beautiful. Yes, she was even more beautiful than Renee. "So is it warm enough to go for a swim tomorrow? I'd kinda like to re-create that day last summer."
Daphne giggled. "I like the way you think," she said as she licked her lips. "Good night, now."
*****
The family had a light breakfast the next morning. Chrissy and Marvin were going to the annual "Work Day" at church. Many of the members would gather at the building. The men would trim bushes, mow the yard, and make repairs. The women would give the building a good cleaning. Then, that afternoon, they would all go to a nice restaurant and enjoy a meal.
As luck would have it, the weather was beautiful. The sun was shining, but the weatherman said it probably would only be in the 60's.
Daphne, as promised, dressed in her red bikini, despite how chilly it was. She had not had it on since the previous summer. She hadn't thought about the fact that her boobs had gotten slightly larger. Her bikini top was extremely tight. It had the effect of pushing her breasts upward and together, giving the illusion that they were much larger than they actually were. She looked in the mirror and smiled. She couldn't wait to see Robert's face! She threw on one of Marvin's old shirts as a cover. It came down several inches below her bikini bottoms. Again she looked in the mirror. 'Yes,' she thought, 'You, Daphne, are hot as fire!' She pulled her hair into a ponytail and went downstairs.
Robert was waiting on her. Having brought no trunks with him, he was dressed in blue jean shorts and an Ole Miss Rebels tee shirt.
He took her hand and pulled her to him, kissing her lips. "You ready, Little Sister? You look really pretty!"
"You look good, too!" she smiled. "As if you didn't know!"
They made small talk as they made their way to the back of the place to the creek. The "swimming hole" was deeper than it was in the late summer.
Robert carefully tested the water with a bare foot. "That water is COLD!" he laughed. He pulled his tee shirt off and gazed expectantly at his little sister.
"Go on in. I'll follow if it's not too terribly cold. I'm not getting wet if it's too cold to swim," Daphne said, with a smirk.
Robert began wading into the stream. "It is SOOO COLD, Daphne! I'm not sure this was a good idea." He continued, however, toward the middle and was soon waist-deep in the slow current. He splashed some of the water onto his upper body and face, then turned to Daphne. "It's tolerable. You get used to it. Come on in," he encouraged.
Daphne couldn't help but smile as she began unbuttoning the shirt. She opened it and dropped it to the ground, now dressed in her tiny, overly-tight bikini.
"Fuck me!" Robert gasped. "You're a walking wet dream, Daphne. Fuck, what a body!"
Daphne was tentatively beginning to wade out toward Robert. It was, she realized, way too cold to really enjoy a swim. The only thing that motivated her to continue, at this point, was the re-creation of one of the hottest moments of her life. By the time she got within a few feet of Robert, her legs were becoming acclimated to the temperature.
Robert extended his hand to her, which she readily accepted. She stepped into his embrace. They kissed. She was amazed that, when Robert grasped her ass and pulled her to him, he had an obvious erection, despite the temperature.
She giggled. "I thought cold water made guys' ding-a-lings shrink," she teased.
"Well, that's true, but it could be absolute zero and I would get hard for you," he said as he pulled her to him again, and kissed her deeply, sucking on her tongue and thrusting his own into her mouth.
"What are we doing here, Robert? It's freezing. We could be back at the house, baking or something," she whispered.
"Let's go bake something, then, Daphne," he smiled. "I bet that oven is already getting hot, isn't it?"
"Oh yeah. The oven has been hot for a year. Be careful when you open it up. It's steaming hot." she whispered in his ear.
"Do you want me to put the batter in there, Daphne?" he gasped, as they continued to stand in the cold water, kissing and whispering.
"Oh yes!" she gasped. "I love that batter. I even like to eat it before it's put into the oven, sometimes!"
Robert looked into her face and grinned. "Do you now? You like the taste?"
She nodded. "Uh huh! I can't get enough of that delicious batter. I could eat it all day. Gallons of it!"
Robert swept her into his arms and carried her out of the creek. "Shit, we didn't even bring a towel!" he laughed.
"I'm freezing!" she said. She quickly put the shirt back on and buttoned it. "I'll race you!" She began running back toward the house, Robert keeping pace behind.
When they got to the house, Daphne ran directly upstairs and turned the shower water on to get warm. She locked the door to Robert's bedroom when she heard him coming up the stairs.
Robert banged on the bathroom door. "You locked me out! Let me in. I'm freezing."
"You're gonna have to wait," she laughed, and got in the shower.
She halfway expected Robert to go around and come into the bathroom from her own room, but he didn't. She got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around her, and opened his door.
"You can come in now," she said.
Robert came into the bathroom, still dressed in his wet shorts. Daphne went to her room and shut the door, but didn't lock it. She dressed in a simple white bra and white bikini panties and sat on her bed.
She heard him turn the water off and then a few moments later, a soft tap at her door.
"Come in," she called.
Robert came in, dressed, again, in boxers. His erection didn't look as prominent as it had last evening, however. He sat next to her on the edge of the bed, their feet on the floor. He leaned toward her and they kissed briefly.
Daphne stood, then straddled him, as he continued to sit on the edge of the bed. Her knees rested on the bed as her crotch rested against his now-fully-hard cock. She looked into his eyes and stroked his dark brown hair. She noticed, for the first time, that he needed a shave. If possible, this only made him more desirable.
Robert stroked her hair, which she had taken out of the pony tail. "You're beautiful, Daphne. Perfectly beautiful," he whispered.
She could feel his erection through her tiny panties. She had straddled him in such a way that it was mashed against her very wet and very eager pussy. She felt no urgency. She had waited a year for this. There was no longer any question of what was about to happen. She wanted to go slowly and savor every moment.
They kissed and kissed again. Just pecks as they gazed into each other's eyes and stroked each other's hair and faces. She lay her head forward onto his shoulder, then turned and kissed his neck, then licked it and trailed her tongue down until she was licking his nipple. She moved her hips in an almost imperceptible, rotating motion, his stiff cudgel digging into her panty-clad loins.
Robert reached around her and stroked her back with his fingers. Lightly. Lovingly. His fingers found the clasp of her bra.
She stopped and again looked into his eyes. "Do it," she whispered.
Robert expertly unclasped her bra as she leaned back slightly to allow it to fall down her arms and into the floor, her breasts revealed to his appreciative gaze.
"Fuck, Daphne," he gasped, and she could see him swallow. Were there tears in his eyes? "You're so beautiful, Baby," he gasped as he leaned forward and reverently kissed one of her nipples.
"Suck them, Robert," she moaned as he began to lick and kiss and suck her nipples, lovingly. "Oh, Robert, love them. Love me. Oh Baby, that's so good. Yes. Yesss. Oh Robert I could cum from this!" she chanted, softly.
He stopped and, once again, looked into her face. She leaned to kiss him, sucking his tongue hungrily into her mouth.
Then she stood, wearing nothing but her tiny panties, lust-wet with her juices. "I dare you to take my panties off of me," she smiled, even though she was shaking.
"Is this where the kitchen is?" Robert smirked.
"What?"
"The oven!"
"Oh," she giggled. "I had forgotten it. Yes, the oven is ready. Believe me, it's ready."
Robert slowly peeled her panties down her long legs, his eyes fastened on her bald pussy lips and the small tuft of hair that she left right above her pussy. He could see how wet she was. Her labia were swollen with desire. He could smell her delicious girl-aroma; his mouth watered to taste her.
He kissed her tummy, licked her navel, and then slowly kissed lower as he stroked her bottom and her upper legs. He took her ass in his hands and pulled her toward him, inhaling deeply.
"You're driving me crazy!" she gasped, endeavoring to push her needy pussy toward his mouth. She just couldn't wait one more minute for her unbelievably handsome older brother to pleasure her with his mouth. "Kiss it. Please? Eat me. I can't wait!" she cried.
Robert massaged her ass cheeks, holding them tightly enough that she couldn't move toward him, as she desired. He kissed her upper legs and around to her thighs. He licked her upper thighs with his long, thick tongue, until he was scant millimeters from her seething pussy.
"Please?" she moaned. "Don't make me beg!"
Robert looked up at her, a smirk on his face. "You don't want oral sex now, Daphne," he stated, matter-of-factly. "That will desensitize you to the main event."
Daphne pinched her nipples, gazing down at him. This man knew what he was doing. She couldn't imagine being more eager for sex that she was at that moment.
"Get on your knees, Little Sister," Robert said softly.
She did as he directed and gazed intently at the huge, wet bulge in his boxers. She was almost fearful of how big he might be.
"Take my boxers off of me," he gasped. The sight of his sexy little sister was almost more than he could bear. He had been having regular sex with Renee, and a few other women, but he couldn't remember ever being this insanely turned on -- at least not since he was 19 years old and had been naked with 18 year-old Renee for the first time.
Daphne reached for the elastic at the top of his boxers and, as he lifted his ass, she pulled them from under him. As she started to uncover the front, she glanced up and smiled at him. "Wonder what's in here?" she giggled.
She uncovered his cock and sat back in shock. "Good grief!" she gasped. "It's HUGE!" She mentally compared it to the two that she had seen, both of which, she realized, were way larger than average. She estimated that he was approximately the same length as Doug -- perhaps slightly longer - and every bit as thick and big around as Uncle Al's!
