Jake checked his watch and decided it was time to strain the pasta. He said aloud, "A man and his wife have been fighting for weeks, and their relationship is really on the rocks. On his way home from work, the man goes to the best florist in town and buys a big bouquet of the finest red roses." He stirred the sauce twice to make sure it didn't stick. "When he walks in the front door and greets his wife, she takes one look at the flowers and says 'I guess I'm just supposed to spread my legs for you now, is that it?'"
Jake prepared plates and set the table, finished. "And the man says, 'Why? Don't we have a vase?'" Jake turned, and found Megan had entered the room unbeknownst to him.
Damp-haired and wearing shorts with an oversized sweater, she smiled. "That's my favorite joke."
"I know." He walked around the table and pulled out a chair for her. "Have a seat."
Megan looked at him with soft eyes. "You cooked for me?"
Jake nodded. "Absolutely. I figured for our first stop on this trip we'd do dinner and a movie. Since we're thirty miles from the nearest restaurant and the media room in this place is twice as nice as any movie theater..." he shrugged.
Megan grinned. "I'll only agree if you let me pick the movie."
"You got it, sunshine."
They shared simple conversation with the simple meal, remembering past family vacations and misadventures. Megan laughed as he told the story of Natalie and the gas station burrito, and he roared when she reminded him of his flirting with a one-legged waitress ("She worked at IHOP! I hop!"). It was all so easy that Jake forgot to be nervous for a time.
"I'll never forget this vacation, Jake," Megan said as dinner wound down. "Never." Her eyes shone in the fading light. "No matter what happens, we'll always have these memories. We'll be in our nineties, laughing about the time I slapped your ass." She smirked. "Not that it'll be the last time, necessarily."
And then it was time to clear the table. Looking embarrassed, Megan excused herself to the bathroom. With Jake's back turned, she slipped into the bedroom instead.
*****
Megan took a deep breath as she closed the door behind her. It's finally happening, she realized. This is it. Megan tore open her suitcase and dug for the appropriate outfit. Where the fuck... here! She slipped out of her clothes and dressed quickly. Next, Megan cracked the door back open and heard Jake busy washing pots in the kitchen. She tiptoed out and entered the media room, passing the 70-inch television and opening a small side closet to retrieve a sinfully soft throw blanket, which she deposited on the room's large leather sofa that sat directly across from the TV. Finally, she went to Uncle Chuck's DVD collection to set the mood. It's got to be Jake's kind of thing, she decided as she opened a huge wooden cabinet and began to scan the titles. After a moment, she cursed softly. That old bastard's got no taste at all. Deuce Bigalow 2? Maid in Manhattan? Really, Uncle Chuck? She wanted the mood just right. She wanted Jake comfortable, she wanted him relaxed, she wanted him... oh, she wanted him...
*****
Jake put the last plate away and turned to find an empty kitchen. Faintly, he could hear the television down the hall. He padded along the hardwood floor and entered the darkened media room lit only by the TV screen. He noted Megan's video choice with approval. "The Soprano's, eh?" The DVD menu played a quiet loop of music.
"It was the Italian food that got me," Megan said from the couch where she lay under a thick brown blanket pulled up almost to her chin. In the faint TV light, it looked black.
"Help yourself to the whole couch, by the way," Jake muttered. "No room at the inn for Jake, is that the way it is?"
Megan giggled. "No, I'm just cold." A bare arm snaked out from under the blanket and patted small space on one of the cushions she reclined on. "I can share."
"There's no way I can sit on the teeny part."
"Who said anything about sitting? Come lay down with me." His sister patted next to her again. "C'mon, don't make me beg."
Jake didn't need to be told a third time. Walking carefully through the unfamiliar darkness, he came to the couch and paused. Megan grinned. "Not sure if this is an over or under-the-blanket invitation, huh?" She raised up the blanket and Jake's face split into a smile when he saw her. "It's under," she said. She wore familiar-looking purple boy shorts and a matching strapless bra. "Don't be shy," she said quietly. "Please."
After a moment's maneuvering, Jake ultimately slid in behind her and under the cover, taking Megan into his arms and pulling her against him. She pressed back just as hard, sighing contentedly. Jake could feel her heart pounding as he slid a hand down her side to drape across her bare waist. So small, he thought to himself as his fingers glided along the curve of her hip. A dancer's body.
Megan put her hand over his, interlocking her fingers in his for a quick squeeze before she guided his hand from her hip down to her stomach. She stopped a fraction above her crotch. "Don't be shy," Megan repeated softly. "At least, not too shy."
"How... shy... should I be?"
She shifted slightly so she could look over her shoulder at him. With a half-smile and sparking eyes, Megan said, "Let's keep it at PG-13." For now, her tone suggested. She turned back and reached for the DVD remote, selecting an episode at random and thumbing the Play button.
For the next sixty minutes Jake's eyes didn't so much as glance at the television. He was locked on her, tuned in to her every breath and movement. Under the blanket his hands traveled across his sister's body, always careful to stop just short of where he really wanted to go. He brushed the underside of her covered breasts and teased all along the waistband of her panties, occasionally letting his pinky finger slip just below the elastic as far as he dared go. He traced her abdominals and slid along her smooth thighs down and up, up, up until he could feel the heat coming off her sex - never crossing the line, but always on top of it. And then the episode was over.
Megan sat up straight and again thumbed the remote, turning the DVD player off; the television projected simple blue light. She twisted her body around to look down at Jake. She smiled.
Jake knew it was finally the right time.
"I love you," Jake said. He took a deep breath. "I'm in love with you. I always have been." The words echoed off the high ceiling, hanging there.
Megan sat very still. Her smile faltered and fell away. Jake's heart began to sink, but in the darkness cast in blue, Megan's green eyes smoldered. They burned.
So softly, Megan said, "Prove it."
Jake rose up and kissed her. When he opened his eyes, he found hers; in them he saw what he needed to see: that she loved him, too. Cupping her cheek, he kissed her again. Gently he pulled her back down until she was on top of him, kissing him back with a long-suppressed passion.
Megan's lips met his again and again. They made out for long minutes, parting their mouths to French kiss one another for the first time, then the second. Megan's hands ran through his hair, clutching it as if to prove he was real. When Jake opened his eyes again he saw tears in sister's own, hot tears running down her cheeks and onto his chest. Tears of relief and release, he knew without being told.
Smiling through her tears, Megan said, "I've wanted this for so fucking long."
Jake grinned. "Prove it," he said.
With half a laugh and half a sob, Megan embraced him fiercely. "I love you," she kept saying into his neck. "I love you. I love you. God, I love you."
Jake held her just as tight. After a time she pulled away and met his eyes once again, and Jake saw no more pain there, only fire. "I love you," she said, leaning back into him. "And I want you."
Jake slid his hands around her back and found the clasp to her bra. She grinned, and nodded. His fingers worked and Megan's bare breasts fell free, firm and capped by soft brown nipples. She tossed the bra aside, but pulled the blanket back up around her as she squeezed in to sit next to him side by side on the couch. Jake looked stricken; Megan laughed. "Don't worry big bro, you'll get to play with the girls in a sec. I just needed to do this." She squirmed under the cover for a moment, and came up with her boy shorts balled up in one fist. She tossed them to one side. Jake realized she was completely nude under the thin blanket; his cock began to swell. Careful to keep herself covered, Megan spread the blanket over Jake's lower body as well.
Megan said, "Don't move, and definitely don't touch. Trust me, this will be worth it." Jake nodded, and then he felt his shorts being tugged down. "You have to understand," she said as she stripped him without looking, "that we have as long as we want to look at each other naked. It's just that we get to see each other for the first time only once." She threw his shorts across the room one-handed, using the other to keep the blanket in place. "Plus we get to make each other cum for the first time only once." She threw his boxers even further, her breasts spilling back into view as she heaved them. "And we get to fuck for the first time only once, too." Briefly Jake felt a hot wetness on his thigh, and he realized his naked sister's wet cunt that had rubbed up against him as she repositioned herself, always careful to keep the blanket covering everything below the waist. Topless and grinning, Megan said, "So how about let's make it really count for the first go-around?"
"Deal," Jake said immediately, as if she might change her mind.
Megan laughed again. "What, no clever comment? No witty retort? You see your little sister's tits and suddenly you're all 'Yes, dear. Whatever you say, dear.' I could almost get used to that," she teased.
"I'm housebroken, too," Jake said dryly.
"There's the Jake I know and love. Don't go changing on me. Now then, remember the car ride down here?"
"Of course."
"Remember what we talked about on the car ride?"
Jake was beginning to catch on. "Masturbating together."
Megan nodded. "Yes," she said, eyes locked with his.
Jake's breath caught in his chest. "Will you masturbate with me?"
"Yes," she said again, her right hand slipping under the covers.
"Will you cum with me?"
"Yes," she gasped, as her fingers found her own pussy. He heard faint, wet sounds come from under the blanket as she stared into his eyes; her pupils were huge and growing with ecstasy.
Jake's hand slid under the cover to grasp his cock, and he began to stroke it slowly as he listened to his sister finger fuck herself. He watched a slow smile spread across her features, a smile brighter than he had ever seen. Her moss-green eyes never drifted from his as she leaned in closer to him, an inch at a time, for a long, soft kiss. "I'm yours now," she breathed. "Yours," she repeated, eyes blazing, "for as long as you'll have me. But let's take it a step at a time, OK?"
Jake nodded again.
Megan's exposed breasts swayed tantalizingly as she fingered herself, masturbating side by side with her big brother. Her breath was growing heavy; her nipples were hard eraser points. Megan spread her legs wider so that one smooth leg lay on top of Jake's. "You'll have me whenever you want me, however you want me, as often as you want me." Her smile grew even wider. "And you can fucking bet I'll have you whenever, however, and as often as I want, too."
Jake said, "If I want you every day?"
"Yes."
"If I want you twice a day?"
"God, yes."
"If I want you at work?"
"Definitely," she purred, her voice nothing but smoke and sex. "I'll suck your cock in the back room until you scream." She stopped frigging herself long enough to take her two wet fingers out from under the blanket and slide them into her mouth. She sucked on each one, popping them out one at a time. She grinned. "And you'll eat me until I beg you to stop. Won't you?"
Jake groaned; the idea of his sister's pussy waiting for his tongue was almost too much to bear. His cock jumped as he pictured her pants down, bent over, wet and willing. Hurry, before the customers wonder where we are.
Jake reached up to take one of his sister's breasts in hand; she moaned happily as he tweaked a tanned nipple. "I'll fuck you in the parking lot before school. After school. During school." The tempo of her fingering increased, and Jake increased his pumping to match her speed. "Oh yeah. Any time I want you, I'll have you. Better fucking believe it." I've only waited my entire life for this.
Megan's breath was growing ragged. Her entire body was shaking, her tits bouncing. Her ministrations were growing faster as she approached climax. The sound of her wetness filled the room as she went faster and faster. "I want your cum, Jake," she breathed. "I want you to cum on me."
Jake shivered. "Where?" he rasped.
"Anywhere you can see."
"But..."
"I'll close my eyes. This time. The only time." She shot him a half-smile. "Make it count." She gasped suddenly. "Better hurry," she said. "I can't... much longer." She closed her eyes, lips parted.
Jake stopped holding back. He pumped harder, letting himself go. His sister was begging for his cum. Jake looked at her flat stomach, her perfect breasts... her barely open mouth, panting for air.
Jake sat up, turned, and straddled her, his cock only inches from his little sister's waiting lips. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead; he felt his balls begin to slowly clench. "Almost," he said, pressure building up to the breaking point. His hand became a blur.
"Hurry," she whimpered, beginning to slam her hand in and out of herself. "Hurry!"
"Al- almost..."
"Now! Please!" Her tits were gyrating wildly as her entire body clenched. "Now!"
With a shout, Jake came first in one huge stream, a long line of cum splashing his surprised sister's lips, teeth, tongue, and throat. The second stream hit her full in the face, from cheekbone to eyebrow. The third shot directly into her mouth, her eyes clenched shut as she sputtered swallowed as quickly as she could, licking her lips to savor every drop of sperm. "Oh my GOD!" she cried. "YES!" Megan convulsed as her orgasm overtook her. She screamed, shuddered, and collapsed, laying still. Jake fell in beside her and, as the most intense orgasm of his life left him, he began to drift off at once.
"Best goddamn day of my life," were the last words he heard from a chuckling Megan before darkness overtook him.
*****
To his surprise, Jake awoke in a bed. Briefly confused as to who and where he was, he oriented and remembered he was at Uncle Chuck's and apparently in one of the guest bedrooms. Rubbing his eyes with his palms, he vaguely remembered crawling into bed at some point in the night. Sunlight streamed through a pair of small windows on the opposite wall. Nice light, Jake reflected sleepily. Nice windows. Jake looked to his right; he nearly leapt out of bed as he saw a half-naked, slumbering Megan.
Then, Jake remembered the previous evening in its entirety. He stopped breathing. He forgot to blink. Time slowed to a crawl until Megan stirred slightly, a shift so minute Jake couldn't feel it on his side of the bed, yet it was enough to jolt him out of his trance. Holy shit Jake, what did you do?
In silence, Jake watched his sister breathe in and out, a small, smooth movement of her bare chest that strangely captivated him. His momentary panic gone, he felt overcome by a sense of peace; Jake knew all was right with the world as he watched Megan's breath. He knew his life had changed forever, and changed for the better by a magnitude he could scarcely comprehend. There were no words adequate enough to convey the bliss Jake felt as he thought of the previous night and everything it meant to him now. Even more than the thrill of raw sexuality, Jake felt a tremendous burden had been lifted from him: no longer did he have to be ashamed of who and how he loved. He no longer had to hide from her, or from himself.
Jake's stomach growled, reminding him of more immediate concerns. Careful so as not to wake Megan, he slid his feet off the bed down to the cool floor, flexing his toes as he walked to the kitchen. Digging around among the cabinets, in short order he was preparing eggs, bacon, and pancakes. He hated pancakes; Megan didn't.
A sound behind him made Jake turn. Megan entered the kitchen barefoot wearing a tight white t-shirt and a gray pair of loose pajama pants. Her face was carefully controlled. "Good morning," she said formally.
"Hi," Jake replied with a wave, after which he felt ridiculous. Off to a great start. "I made pancakes."
"You hate pancakes."
"You love pancakes."
Megan's face twitched as she tried to suppress a smile. "We're not going to be awkward about last night, are we?"
"Why, because I confessed my love to you or just because I came all over your face?" Jake regretted his characteristic good-natured sarcasm immediately.
"Either. Both." She didn't meet his eyes as she sat at the kitchen bar.
Jake set the spatula down and leaned forward on the counter facing her. "No. We're going to acknowledge it happened because we're in love with each other. It wasn't a one-night stand or whatever for me, if that's what you're worried about. I meant what I said. I'm not taking it back."
Megan looked up to him, and her face became radiant. "Good morning," she said, meaning it this time.
Jake began to reply, but changed his mind. Instead he leaned forward further and kissed her long and deep. "Yes it is," he said at last.
Megan giggled happily. "Thank you. Sorry for that, I just... I spent a long time believing this would never happen. It's taking time to sink in, I guess."
"I know the feeling," Jake agreed as he fixed her a plate. "I keep expecting to wake up."
"I love you, Jake," Megan said, her smile broadening.
"I love you, too." He liked being able to say it aloud.
"Then give me some goddamned flapjacks so I can hurry up and get the map out to pick where we're going next on this trip."
Jake obliged her. "Here you go, beautiful."
Megan rolled her eyes as she put a napkin in her lap. "Buttering me up isn't going to get you laid any faster."
Jake chuckled. "Not any slower, though." He popped apiece of bacon into his mouth as he sat next to her, then he remembered something from last night. "What was it you said? 'You'll have me whenever you want me?'"
Megan turned a shade of red. "Yes. Well. I did say that."
"Did you mean it?"
"Yes," she said quietly, but with certainty.
Jake was puzzled. "Why so shy all of a sudden? Last night was... intense. But it was right, every bit of it."
Megan shrugged. "I guess what I'm needing to know is where we stand here." She turned in her chair to face him. "I know you love me and I know you want me, I just don't know what we are. Secret lovers? Brother-sister bootycall? What?"
Jake set his fork down. "Why not boyfriend and girlfriend? Give me one good reason."
"Yeah? You'd want that?"
"Megan, I fucking love you. I don't want anyone else. I never have."
Megan started to say something, then stopped. Her eyes looked distant. "Go take a shower, and we'll talk more after."
*****
Jake stood naked in the largest shower he'd ever seen. It was clearly intended for more than one person, possibly as many as four or five at a time judging by the number of fixtures. Why Uncle Chuck would want or expect that many people in the shower together at once raised a number of questions. Such as, what kind of parties does he have out here? Jake wondered. And how do I get an invitation?
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