Wrong Can Still Be Right Ch. 01

As Jake got into his Tahoe, he saw Natalie curled up on the back bench seat crying into Megan's lap softly. Jake drove slowly away, heading home with a blank mind and a clean conscience.

When he finally pulled into the driveway, Jake put the truck in park and sat briefly in silence. Then, turning around in his seat to face Natalie and Megan, he said, "You OK Nat?" She nodded. "You OK seeing your brother commit property damage with athletic equipment?" Natalie laughed, and nodded again.

Megan grimaced. "You should've taken his fucking kneecaps out," she growled. She wasn't kidding.

"I could've." Jake shrugged.

"Should. Have." Megan insisted. "He hit your damn sister!"

"That doesn't mean I'm going to go all Grand Theft Auto on him," Jake retorted, surprised at Megan's anger. "I'm not going to beat him to death for a slap."

Megan grumbled something under her breath, and Jake had had enough. "All I know is, I need a shower," he announced as he exited the vehicle.

Fifteen minutes later, Jake was as scrubbed and clean as he was going to be. He stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist and approaching the sink. He tried and failed to wipe the steam's condensation off the mirror; it was just too hot, but he liked it that way. Jake began to lather his face with shaving cream when there was a knock at the door. "Come in," he said. His jaw dropped when he saw her.

Megan walked in and closed the door behind her. She wore a short, white terrycloth bathrobe loosely tied at the waist. Her hair was back in a ponytail, her moss-green eyes glimmered, and her face was serious. "Hi," she said quietly. Jake heard her click the lock into place.

"Hey," Jake rasped.

"Whatcha up to?" she asked, sounding nervous and trying to hide it.

"N-nothing. You?" His brain felt like someone had flipped an off switch.

"Oh, you know, hanging out."

"Want... to shower?"

"With you? Not right now, thanks. Look, I came in here to apologize. I kind of snapped at you back there in the truck, and I shouldn't have. You were right to call it a day after taking out the window." Megan shrugged, and a shoulder of her robe threatened to come off. She tugged it back into place lazily; her robe opened wider. Jake could see the inside curve of her breasts and her flat stomach all the way down to just past her naval. He felt his cock stiffen under the thin towel.

"It... was no problem," Jake managed.

Megan bit her lip, and looked at the floor. "No, I owe you an apology." Her eyes turned up at him. "How... about a hug?" She took a single step toward Jake. "Is that... OK?"

Jake reached out for her, but she stopped him. "No," Megan said, shaking her head and taking his hands into hers. "Like this." She grasped his wrists lightly and pulled his hands toward her, guiding them. At her direction, Jake's hands slid inside her robe and circled her small bare waist, and he pulled her into him. Megan wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her nearly naked body into his bare flesh. As hot as the steaming room was, she felt hotter.

After a long moment, Jake's hands began to slowly move up her body, inching and gliding along her flank, his fingers fanning out as he caressed up over her ribs one at a time, stopping with his thumbs just below her small breasts. He felt her stiffen, felt her breath catch. Jake's heart hammered blood through his veins as he so slowly, so carefully, began to run his hands back down her, caressing the sister he loved down, and down, and down until he was just below her waist.

"Like that?" Jake asked quietly.

Megan tilted her head back to look up and lock eyes with him. "Perfect," she whispered. "So perfect." She gave him her special half-grin, cocking an eyebrow. "You're enjoying this, aren't you big brother?"

Jake suddenly became aware of his erection, which must have felt like an iron pipe digging into her side. He turned white and started to push her away until she stopped him. "None of that, now. You're supposed to enjoy it." There was no trace of uncertainty in her voice anymore. "I know I am."

"Are you wet?" he asked. Megan smiled wider and began to reply, until suddenly a knock came at the door.

"Jake? Megan? Can I come in?" The knob jiggled.

Jake felt as if he snapped out of a trance; he burst into action, shoving Megan to one side and picking up his razor. He cracked the door slightly. "Hey Nat! Just trying to keep the steam in here so the bathroom's still warm for Megan."

Natalie shrugged. "Whatever. Look, I'm going over to Caitlyn's house to spend the night. Will you tell Mom and Dad whenever they get home?"

Jake nodded rapidly. "You got it!" he said brightly. As soon as she was gone, he closed the door again and half sat, half collapsed onto the floor. Megan was holding her sides laughing. Jake chuckled along with her. "We're fucking crazy, aren't we?"

Megan nodded. "Yeah," she admitted, "but I like our kind of crazy."

*****

Natalie walked down the sun-dappled street that led directly from her house to Caitlyn's. Wearing a simple blue t-shirt and jeans, Natalie was dressed for the comfort and relaxation she desperately needed. She felt light and free, and the bounce in her step seemed to prove it. No more Dan, she thought to herself. If ever there was a reason to celebrate, this has gotta be it. Natalie could hardly wipe the smile from her face despite what had happened to her just hours before.

Caitlyn's house was a large, landscaped two-story at the end of a tree-lined cul-de-sac. Walking up the cement path to the front door, Natalie had to fight the urge to skip. She had hardly pressed the doorbell before Caitlyn answered. Standing no taller than Natalie, Caitlyn was much more proportionate to her size; her breasts were handfuls barely half the size of her best friend's. An excellent and dedicated soccer player, Caitlyn's body had a sleek, functional elegance that was evident in her every move. With straight brown hair and soft amber-brown eyes, Caitlyn's face was welcoming and warm. Smiling widely, she ushered Natalie inside at once.

As they walked through the long foyer and up stairs to Caitlyn's room, Natalie told her all about Dan and what had happened with Jake. Caitlyn's eyes were narrowed and angry by the story's end. "I'm with Megan," she said. "Jake should've crippled that bastard."

"You think your brother would have?" Natalie asked. Nick was a year younger.

"Definitely. He's pretty protective," Caitlyn replied as they made their way into her spotless IKEA-filled bedroom. She sat on the bed; Natalie took a chair. "He's stronger than he looks, too." Natalie had always thought Nick was a little on the skinny side. "Still," Caitlyn continued, "you're lucky to have a brother like Jake."

"You're just saying that 'cause you want to bone him," Natalie said with a wink. It was an open secret that Caitlyn had had a crush on Jake since the seventh grade. Caitlyn lobbed a pillow at her in reply, which Natalie caught easily.

"Nat, I'm not kidding around here. That fucker hit you! Are you actually OK, or are you bullshitting me?"

Natalie's good-natured mirth subsided; she grew serious. "Yes and no. No, because what happened to me is very fucked up. Yes because it's over, I'm safe now, and Dan is long gone."

Caitlyn grunted. "He better be. Otherwise, Jake'll have to get in line when it comes to bat-swinging time."

"Well," said Natalie, "how about a new topic?"

Caitlyn smiled again. "I wonder if I already know what you're going to say."

"Probably, but I'll say it anyway: what's with all the clothes?" Natalie asked pointedly.

"What's wrong with them?"

"What's wrong is you're wearing them."

Caitlyn laughed. "Took you long enough to get to it." Still sitting on the bed, Caitlyn gracefully wriggled out of her shorts and shirt and was down to a black bra and panties in moments. Her naval was pierced, accentuating her toned stomach. "Your turn, blondie."

Natalie peeled off her shirt and jeans, revealing blue lingerie that complimented her eyes perfectly. Caitlyn gave a low whistle of appreciation, and Natalie giggled. "You like?" she asked.

Caitlyn nodded. "Very much. So, so very much." For a time the two friends looked at each other, neither uncomfortable at the other's gaze. Nobody would have guessed, but both girls were very sexual creatures who had grown up together sharing their first kiss and, masturbating side by side, their first mutual orgasm as they raced one another to the finish. Though they were not lovers, they still shared in everything; it was a bond that made them closer than family in many ways.

Breaking the spell, Caitlyn moved first. She unsnapped her bra and let her pert breasts bounce free; her puffy brown nipples were already hard. "Come on, baby. You show me now," she cooed.

Her sapphire eyes sparking, Natalie stood and with a flourish unhooked her bra, releasing her huge breasts from confinement. She tweaked a large pink nipple. "Miss them much?" she said archly.

Caitlyn rolled her eyes. "Like you don't know."

"Maybe I like to hear you say it. May I like to hear you say I make you... you know..."

"Wet?" Caitlyn said with a laugh. She patted a spot next to her on the bed. "Come find out," she teased.

"Show me," Natalie urged, beginning to become truly aroused.

Caitlyn leaned back on her mattress and stuck her legs straight up in the air. Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, she pulled them down slowly and then flipped them off into a corner. She spread her legs wide, showing her hairless pussy for Natalie's inspection. "C'mere," she said quietly, half sitting up and resting back on her elbows. "That's it, nice and close," she breathed as Natalie scooted forward until her chin was on the bed, bare inches from Caitlyn's cunt and close enough to feel the heat off of her. Caitlyn sighed happily. "I can feel your breath when you're that close."

Experimenting, Natalie blew air gently; Caitlyn shivered. Natalie smirked. "Like that, don't you?"

"Wait until your turn, and if you're good I'll show you."

"Good?" Natalie asked playfully. "What do I need to do to be good?"

Caitlyn chucked. "For a start, strip." Natalie revealed her trimmed blonde bush at once. "Good," said Caitlyn, her eyes tracking Natalie's every movement. "Now sit up here next to me, and... touch yourself."

Natalie lay back on the bed, propped up on one elbow so she could be eye to eye with Caitlyn. "Like this?" she asked, her fingers teasing around her labia.

"No," Caitlyn admonished, beginning to stroke her snatch. "Like this." She began to rub just around her clit, giving a quiet moan of pleasure.

Natalie was already sopping wet. The small noises her pussy made as she played with herself filled the room as her fingers moved faster. She teased at her clit, not wanting to cum too soon.

"That's good," Caitlyn said as she continued to masturbate, enjoying this new game. "That's very good. Don't stop. Now lay down and suck on your tit."

Natalie rolled flat on her back and, still diddling herself, pushed one breast up toward her mouth. She craned her neck forward to reach her nipple; her tongue lapped out and over the sensitive skin, causing a ripple of pleasure to pulse through her body.

"Again," Caitlyn commanded; she was playing with herself earnestly now. "And look me in the eye while you do it."

Natalie did it again, and her big blue eyes didn't waver.

"Fingers now," Caitlyn said. "Put one -- no, put two in."

"I will if you will," Natalie said.

"Bullshit. You will because I said so," Caitlyn said with a grin.

Natalie slipped two fingers inside her, hooking them gently as she moved in and out of herself. Biting her lower lip, she fought the urge to squirm.

Caitlyn leaned in for a kiss, her lips brushing over Natalie's neck gently. "That's your reward for behaving... so far, anyway." Her brown eyes glimmered. "I've got an idea."

"Yeah?" Natalie breathed.

"Don't move, and don't stop." As Natalie continued to masturbate for her, Caitlyn rose to her knees and straddled Natalie's face. Slowly, Caitlyn crouched lower until her cunt was nearly touching Natalie. Breathing heavily, Caitlyn said "I want you to do this to me, and I want you fingering yourself the entire time. Got it?"

Natalie nodded, not trusting herself to speak. As her best friend lay back, Natalie spread herself over Caitlyn's face with her blonde-haired pussy just inches from Caitlyn's mouth. She kept pumping her fingers in and out.

"That's it," Caitlyn said, her voice cracking. "Three fingers now."

Natalie grunted as she slid a third into her full cunt, her juices dribbling down her hand. "Baby," Natalie made herself say, "You like the view right?"

"God yes."

"That's good, but I'm about to drip on you sweetheart."

"That's the idea. I want to... to taste you. Is that OK?"

Natalie shivered in delight. They had tasted themselves before - they had licked their dribbling fingers dry dozens of times right in front of each other - but they had never shared. It was a step Natalie was ready to take. "How much of a taste?" she asked, feeling her orgasm build.

Caitlyn just smiled. "How much you got?"

In response, Natalie stopped masturbating long enough to fork her pussy lips apart. She could feel Caitlyn's rapid breath on her hole as cum oozed out of her and threatened to fall. "That much."

"All of it," Caitlyn demanded. "Come for me. Now."

Natalie was happy to oblige. Rubbing her clit furiously and rapidly pounding three fingers in and out of her, she felt the grip of ecstasy take hold and overpower her. "Here it comes," she panted, going even faster. "Open wide!"

Caitlyn closed her eyes and opened her mouth as wide as she could. All at once, cum began to fall in a thick stream onto her waiting tongue. She swallowed once, then again. "Yes!" she managed between gulps.

Natalie felt her body shudder into a second orgasm, and she choked back a scream. She filled her gaping cunt with a fourth finger unbidden, pushing herself to her very limit as she filled Caitlyn's mouth with her cream.

Caitlyn's own building orgasm had reached the breaking point; she plunged three fingers into herself in one sharp shove that finally pushed her over the edge as she swallowed Natalie's cum. With a gasp, Caitlyn came harder than she ever had before, convulsing with lust and the desire for even more. She was barely able to stop herself from burying her tongue into Natalie's pussy.

As Natalie finally collapsed onto the bed next to Caitlyn, both friends sighed in mutual relief. The receding tide of post-orgasmic bliss faded in gradual increments until finally they were able to speak again.

"Caitlyn?"

"Yeah?"

"I want yours, too."

In response, Caitlyn scooped cum out of herself and offered it up to Natalie as if on a silver platter. Natalie gratefully licked and sucked it off of Caitlyn's outstretched fingers, then asked for more. She kept asking until Caitlyn had no more to give.

As they faded off to sleep, both friends instinctively knew that in some way their relationship had changed forever. A new line had been crossed, and there was nothing left that was taboo anymore. Having tasted one another's essence, they could now share anything and everything without fear.

*****

Natalie woke first. It was dark out, and she was still horny. Natalie rolled out of bed naked, briefly considering dressing before deciding against it. She would wake Caitlyn soon enough, and Natalie planned for them to go another round. Or maybe two, Natalie mused.

Glancing over her bare shoulder at her nude slumbering friend, Natalie reflected that she was very lucky to have Caitlyn in her life. Natalie knew she wasn't a lesbian, but when it came to Caitlyn things got more complicated. Maybe there isn't a limit to what I'd do with her. To her. She shivered at the thought, hugging herself. Maybe this is going to go farther than I ever thought.

Natalie had decided to load some of Caitlyn's porn up on her computer so that they could watch it together when Caitlyn woke. As Natalie browsed through Caitlyn's files she was surprised to find a folder she hadn't seen before. Something new at last. She loved watching porn with Caitlyn, but lately the usual stuff had grown a little stale. You can only see so many three-ways before you start wondering about four-ways. She giggled softly to herself.

Double-clicking the folder, Natalie saw thirty-seven files individually numbered with no further description. She chose one at random, waiting impatiently for the video to load. It looked vanilla at first - just a guy fucking a girl from behind -- when suddenly Natalie recognized them.

It was Caitlyn and her brother Nick.

No fucking way! she nearly shouted before stifling herself. Natalie's mind was reeling. It was incest! It was unreal, unthinkable, unbelievable, un... un...

Actually, this is pretty hot, Natalie realized with a start. She paused the video then, sitting back in the chair to think. In total silence, growing more wet by the minute as she thought about what she had in front of her, Natalie decided that the idea of Caitlyn and her brother fucking turned her on because it was so wonderfully taboo. My little Caitlyn, sneaking around and banging her little brother. Natalie felt a smile growing on her face. Maybe she started by helping him learn how to kiss. Maybe he needs practice, maybe he comes to her wanting advice. Natalie began to rub her clit gently. Then it goes a step further. Suddenly, Caitlyn finds herself turned on as their "practice" gets more serious.

Natalie used her other hand to start the video again, keeping the volume muted. Their practice got more serious all right, she thought as she kept toying with herself. Pretty soon they're frenching and having makeout sessions. Before long, they're not even pretending it's practice -- "it's just harmless fun," they tell themselves. On the screen, Nick had Caitlyn lying on her back now as he tongued her bald cunt. Caitlyn was shouting something, but Natalie couldn't tell what. Probably something that sounds a lot like "fuck yes!"

Natalie wondered when it was that both decided to have sex with each other. I bet she made the first move. I bet she let her hands wander too far and gave his cock a squeeze. I bet he almost lost it in his pants, but he kept it together long enough to feel her tits under the shirt for the first time.

Natalie's fingers danced across her clit as her other hand slid two digits into her wet cunt up to the second knuckle. After that, she pulled him out and jacked him until he came. Then he went to clean himself up, and they spent the rest of the night acting like nothing happened. But, they bump into each other in the bathroom the next morning before school and he tells her how much he wants her. She's getting wet just looking at him, knowing she can have him whenever she wants. Natalie pushed a third and fourth finger inside her then, stretching herself so much it hurt. She arched her back to allow herself to go deeper, harder, faster. She began to pant without realizing it.

And she pulls him inside, locks the door, and sucks his dick until he comes. She swallows every single drop. He goes off to his senior year of high school that morning the happiest kid on the planet with the biggest secret he can't tell anyone. And when he comes home, he doesn't fool around. He drags his laughing sister into bed and rips her clothes off, and he's hard as lead. Natalie moaned loudly. He shoves it into her and she screams for more. They come together, and after that it's just a matter of time before they start recording one another for the nights they can't slip into each others' bed.