Scott Norris had been a single-parent responsible for raising his now sixteen year old daughter for over ten years. His beloved wife, Jessica, had died in a terrible car accident when Molly was only six. Even though it had been a decade, a decade of ups and downs, Scott loved his wife too much to move on and had spent the last ten years focusing on his career and giving Molly a wonderful life even with the absence of her mother.
Scott had gotten a great job at a small computer shop right before his wifeâs death , and since then the shop had grown into a large prosperous local business with Scott as the manager. Scott and Molly were financially secure, living in a nice, but small two-bedroom home in a quiet neighborhood.
When Molly turned twelve, began blossoming into a young woman, Scott experienced a lot of panic and distress. His worse fear was that Molly would turn into an emotionally controlled teenage girl, go through the typical teenage rebellion stage, decided she hated her father and would blame him for everything that was wrong in the entire free world. That was a part of Mollyâs life that Scott wasnât sure he would be able to handle.
But he had gotten lucky. Molly matured, gained a lot of responsibility, and kept a close focus on her priorities which included school work and band practice. She helped out around the house, completed all her house chores and then some before going out with friends. Scott constantly reminded her how much he appreciated her being a perfect daughter. He had watched her grow from being a quiet and shy little blue-eyed girl in pigtails toa shapely, intelligent looking woman. The undeniable fact that she had become a stunningly beautiful girl did not escape her father. He knew that boys would be tripping over one another to get to her before long. He knew because she favored her mother and he had been the luckiest guy to end up with her.
Scott pushed through the front door, flinging his coat over a dining room table chair, before grabbing a cold beer out of the fridge. It was finally Friday evening. He was off for the weekend and could enjoy a few drinks since he didnât like to drink on work nights.
He sat down at the dining room table, the daily newspaper already resting on the place mat ready to be read. The dining room and joint kitchen sparkled with a fresh scent of lemon clean. Scott looked at the headlines on the newspaper, scowled at how ugly the daily news could be, and flipped through the pages to read the editorials, skipped the sportâs section and was enjoying the comic strips when he heard footsteps behind him.
Turning around he saw Molly stroll into the dining room. She was wearing a t-shirt with The Doors on it, tight jeans, her freshly washed-still-moist brown hair framing her oval shaped face and her perpetually innocent blue eyes staring at him from behind her narrow-rimmed eyeglasses.
Scott flashed her a smile. âHi, honey. What are you up to?â
âNot much, dad. I was just going to ask if I could go down to The Tilt and hang out with some friends for a little while.â
âSure, sweetheart. Just donât stay out to late.â Scott took a sip from his beer. Molly always had her homework finished and chores done before she headed out. She usually hung out at The Tilt, a local arcade/pool hall where a lot of high school students spent the evening. It was a lot better than her hanging out with the ones who loitered in parking lots or went to Jefferonâs Field to drink.
âThanks dad! Youâre the best!â Molly wrapped her arms around him followed by a light peck on the cheek. Scott felt aslight electrical tingle shoot through his body, ending abruptly somewhere in his loins. He shuddered from the sensation.
âYou okay dad?â Molly asked standing next to him.
âYeah. Iâm fine. Just a chill. Be sure to wear a coat outside, okay?â
Molly giggled, grabbed a denim jacket off the coat rack next to the door and said âSee ya later!â before she was gone.
Scott sat motionless for a moment at the table, one hand resting on the newspaper and the other gripping his empty beer bottle. âChrist,â he muttered, âone beer and Iâm getting aroused by my own daughterâs hug.â Scott shook his head to clear that disturbing thought from his mind. He got up and snagged another beer from the fridge. One more wouldnât hurt anything, he told himself. Molly was gone to the arcade for a few hours so there wouldnât be a repeat of what had happened.Â
Scott knew he needed to get out soon to find a woman since it got where the slightest female contact send his hormones into overdrive. Thing was, he’d never been good with the courting and dating scene; he’d always considered himself lucky to have gotten his wife. Now, with a teenage daughter and a full time job his chances of getting another woman seemed miserably non-existent.Â
Just as he had sat back down at the table the phone rang. The sudden ringing startled him in the quiet house causing him to jump to his feet. He hurried over to the wall and picked it up.
âHello?â
âHey, Scott, itâs Melissa.â
 Dread seized him when he heard his sisterâs voice on the other end. Ever since his wifeâs death Scott lived nearly every moment worrying about his daughterâs and his sisterâs well-being. They were the two most important women left in his life. He had been worrying about Melissaâs well-being ever since they were younger, though. Sheâd gotten pregnant at 17, their parents kicked her out of the house and disowned her; she was forced to marry the older guy whoâd knocked her up, and he turned out to be a royal jerk. But Scott never turned his back on his sister. Instead, heâd helped her throughout the years stay on her feet and even paid rent for an apartment after her divorce to keep her from having to beg their parents to let her come back home. Her son, Cody, was now seventeen, and Melissa had re-married to another older man.
âWhatâs wrong, Mel?â
From the other side of the phone came a low whimpering noise. âItâs happened again, Scott!â
âWhat happened again? Are you alright?â
âNo, Iâm not alright!â Melissa sounded more hysterical each time she responded.
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âThat stupid bastard has been cheating on me. I canât believe this is happening. Look, Scott, I canât stay here another night in this God forsaken hell-hole. Can Cody and me come stay there for a few days?â
It took Scott a couple seconds to digest and decipher his sisterâs furious words, but it finally hit him: her current husband had turned out to be another douchebag and Melissa needed his help again.
âSure, Mel. You and Cody came crash here for awhile. Do you need me to come get you?â
âNo, weâll be there shortly. Thank you so much, Scott! Iâm so grateful for you. I know Iâm a huge screw up and youâve always helped me. Iâll pay you back, I swear it.â
âDonât worry about it. Iâm sure Molly and me both will enjoy the extra company around the house. Iâm off for the weekend so weâll have a good time.â
âThanks, again. Iâll see you in a little while.â
* * *
Forty-five minutes and three beers later, Scott heard the doorbell ringing. Heâd moved from the dining room table to the couch in the den. When he stood up he felt a little light-headed. He couldnât tolerate the beers like he could in his college days.
He opened the door and there stood his younger sister and nephew. Melissa was only thirty-five but unlike some young women she looked her age, maybe even a little older. Sheâd been through hell and back, though. Scott had done his best to look after his sister, but the stress of life had tarnished her. Still, as she strolled into the house, he smiled at how lovely she looked. She was only 5â6, had some extra pounds but was nowhere near being overweight. Her long black hair was as black as ever, not a trace of gray. Ever since she was a kid Melissa had always had a simple beauty.
Melissa sat a suitcase down on the floor, and took her leather jacket off. She was wearing a plain green sweater and Scott felt a little uneasy when he noted she wasnât wearing a bra. Her large round breast could clearly be made out through the sweater.
Melissa caught the look in his eye. âI know, I know, Iâm not wearing a bra. I just threw something on and threw some things in a suitcase and left.â
âIâm glad you two made it okay,â Scott replied. Cody sat a duffel bag on the floor next to his motherâs suitcase. Scott couldnât miss how well toned and muscular his nephew had become since heâd joined the football team. âI see all that weight training is paying off.â
âYeah,â Cody replied with indifference.
âWhereâs Molly?â Melissa asked.
âShe went down to the arcade to hang out for a little while. She should be back soon.â
âWell, where do you want us to stay?â she asked.
âIâm not sure just yet,â Scott replied. Scott thought about it for a moment. âI donât think Molly will mind if Cody crashes in her room for tonight. Theyâll probably stay up all night watching t.v. or playing video games anyhow. Cody, just go throw your stuff in Mollyâs room and Iâll inform her when she gets home.â
âI guess Iâll take the couch, then,â Melissa said, picking her suitcase up and heading for the living room.
âNo. No. Thatâs not right!â Scott shouted at her. Cody shrugged, picked his bag up and headed for Mollyâs room.
Scott chased Melissa into the den. âLook, you donât have to sleep on the couch. If anything, Iâll sleep on the couch.â
Melissa laughed. âMy husband is cheating on me and Iâm suppose to make my brother sleep on the couch? I donât think thatâs how it works.â
âFine, fine, just bring your stuff in here and sleep with me,â Scott muttered, not fully realizing what heâd said.
âSleep with you? In your bedroom? Are you sure?â Melissa followed her brother into his bedroom.
âYeah, itâs fine. No big deal, not like we never shared a room before.â
âOh,cool!â Melissa chuckled. âItâll be just like the good olâ days. Do we need to draw a line down the middle of the room to mark whoâs side is mine and yours?â
âWeâll try getting along better this time,â Scott said with a smile.
âWe wonât stay here too long, Scott. I promise. Iâve got some money saved up and can get an apartment soon as possible.â
âDonât worry about it. You and Cody can stay as long as you need to. I told you earlier that Molly and me will enjoy having you here.â
Melissa stepped right up to Scott so their faces were inches apart. Scott noticed for the first time since sheâd arrived that her face was streaked from crying. Melissa threw her arms around him pushing herself into him. âThank you so much, Scott. I donât know what Iâd do without you.â
Scott patted her back but couldnât help but notice the feel of her large, soft breast pressing against his chest.
âHey, how about a beer, sis?â Scott asked after they broke their embrace.
âHell yes! I thought youâd never offer.â
They walked back into the dining room and Scott stepped into the kitchen and grabbed a couple cold beers. They sat down at the table and started talking. Melissa did most of the talking about how her second and current marriage had now gone down the drain.
âLooks like the only man who wants me around is my brother,â she remarked, wiping a few fresh tears from her eyes.
âI guess Iâve known you long enough to know just how to deal with you,â Scott said with a cheerful grin. He was fetching the next round of beers when the front door opened.
Molly stepped inside the house, removing her jacket and then realized her aunt Melissa was sitting in the dining room.
âHey, Aunt Mel! What are you doing here?â
Scott returned with the two beers. âHey, honey. Youâre aunt Mel and cousin Cody are going to be crashing with us for a little while. I hope you donât mind but I told Cody youâd share part of your room with him until we can fix better sleeping arrangements.â
âDad! You let him go into my room without me here? Oh jeez! I might have personal things lying around in there!â Molly rushed off to her bedroom.
âUh-oh, Scotty,â Melissa giggled. âYouâre in trouble now.â
âAs clean and spotless as she keeps the rest of the house I doubt she left anything personal just lying around in her room.â Scott took another gulp of his beer hoping he was right. He forgot sometimes how peculiar teenage girls could be about those sort of things.
âWell, sheâs a lucky girl,â started Melissa, âsheâs never had to share her room with a nasty, nosy, boy like I had to when I was her age.â
âI wasnât nasty or nosy!â Scott argued.
âOh, right. You stole my diary one time and read it to your friends.â
âThat wasnât nasty. That was just harmless fun.â
âYeah?â Melissa narrowed her eyes at her brother before taking a big swig of her beer. âOkay, what about that time I caught you with my panties?â
Scott nearly blew beer out out of his mouth and nostrils but stifled it to a crude cough. âDear God, Mel! That was one time and I was sixteen.â
âOne time? I donât think so. I never told you about the pair of red panties I found under your mattress one day. God, they were so stained from where youâd jerked-â
âOkay! Okay! So maybe it was more than once. I was a teenager, and I was horny.â Scott paused for a moment then got a clever gleam in his eyes. âWhy were you looking under my bed mattress anyhow, huh?â
Melissa giggled. âI was looking for where you hid those dirty magazines.â
âYou were trying to steal my dirty magazines but youâre giving me hell âcause I took your underwear? Hell, the way I see it we were both after the same end result.â
Molly and Cody suddenly reappeared in the dining room to find Scott and Melissa both laughing madly.
âWhatâs so funny, dad?â Molly inquired as she took a seat next to her dad.
âYeah, really. Whatâs the big joke?â Cody asked, taking a seat next to his mom.
âNothing, honey. Nothing at all,â Scott said. âYour aunt Mel and me were just talking about the old days.â
âYep, we sure were.â Melissa was still having trouble controlling her giggling. âYou know, Molly, your dad and I had to share a room. He was a pain to live with then. I hope itâs not going to be that way this time around.â
âDadâs pretty easy going now,â Molly said. âNot a big morning person until heâs gotten his coffee, though, so be warned.â
âYou kids going to be alright sharing a room?â Scott asked. âYou wonât kill each other tonight will you?â
âWeâll be fine,â Cody replied.
âYeah, itâs cool, dad. Weâre going to watch a movie and play some games for awhile. I told Cody he can get an air mattress to blow up and sleep on the floor.â
âGood. But if any killing goes on I would hope Molly wins âcause she cleans up the messes better than I do.â Scott laughed and threw an arm around Molly to give her a tight squeeze on the shoulder.
âWhat are you two drunks going to do?â Molly asked, readjusting her glasses that her dad had caused to slip off her face.
âWeâre not drunks!â Melissa shouted and then laughed hysterically. âWeâre just enjoying a couple…six or seven beers, then we might break out Jack Daniels and Cuervo!â
âCan I join in?â Cody asked with a hopeful grin.
âNot tonight, champ.â Melissa leaned over and gave Cody a light peck on the cheek. âWhy donât you two go on get ready for the big movie and game night?â
âMan, I wanted some Jack!â Cody got up and looked over at Molly. âYou coming or what?â
âYeah, Iâm on my way.â Molly stood up, gave her dad a kiss on the cheek, said her good-nights and hurried away.
âWho wouldâve imagined weâd have two great kids?â Melissa spoke after the kids had left.
âI just hate that we have to stick them together like this after what you and I went through sharing a room.â
âOh, câmon now. It wasnât all that bad. And we donât hate each othersâ guts today so it all worked out nice.â
âYeah, I guess youâre right about that. You want to head off to bed yet?â
âMaybe we could stay up and watch a movie or something, too?â Melissa looked at her brother with caring eyes. âYou know, like old times.â
âSure, we could do that.â
âI think I need to get a shower first. I still feel cruddy and need some clean clothes.â
âGo ahead and use the bathroom in our bedroom.â
âOur bedroom? Wow! This really is starting to feel like the old days!â
* * *
Scott heard the shower water in the bathroom and figured Melissa would be occupied long enough to give him a chance to put on his sleep clothes. He got undressed until he was standing in the middle of his bedroom with just his boxers on. Normally, heâd sleep in just boxers and a an extra large shirt–sometimes not even the shirt. But since heâd be sharing the room, and even the bed, with his sister he felt he might need to wear something a little more appropriate.
He picked up his discarded khakis, and work shirt and went to step into the bathroom to place them in the hamper before remembering that Melissa was in there. He listened, still heard the shower running, so he stepped inside.
Sure enough, Melissa was in the shower. He couldnât see anything but a blotched figure behind the frosted glass shower doors. He quickly hurried to the hamper to deposit his dirty clothes. When he lifted the lid the hamper almost overflowed with clothes. He saw Melissaâs green sweater crumbled up on the top. Lying on top of the sweater he saw a pair of silky red panties.
âScott? Is that you?â
Melissaâs voice nearly made him jump out of his skin. âYeah, itâs only me. I was just putting some clothes in the hamper.â
The shower door slip partially opened and Melissaâs face poked out of the opening. âRemind me tomorrow and Iâll help with the laundry,â she said.
Scott stood next to the hamper, in just his boxers, holding his dirty slacks and shirt and looking at Melissaâs face. He could tell sheâd just shampooed her hair. Then a strange thought popped into his head: he wished he could see her tits, but they were obscured behind the frosted shower door.
âScott? You alright?â
âOh, yeah, fine. Guess Iâm not use to drinking so much anymore.â
Melissa laughed and slid the shower door shut again. Scott stared down the hamper for a few more moments. There was an urge coming from somewhere deep in his loins to pick up his sisterâs red panties and sniff them like he use to do when he was a teenager. But even when he was a teenager heâd never had the audacity to do it with Melissa in the shower right next to him. So he tossed his own clothes into the hamper before hurrying back to the bedroom.
Back in the bedroom he searched through his dresser drawers for a pair of sleep pants and an extra large shirt. Heâd just gotten into bed and was reaching for the t.v. remote when he heard Melissa calling his name from the bathroom.
âWhat is it, sis?â He called back.
âDo me a favor and bring my suitcase to me.â
âSure.â Scott climbed out of bed, located the suitcase, but when he went to pick it up the top fell open and several articles of clothing tumbled out. âDamnit!â he cursed, kneeling down to gather up the clothes.
âWhat happened?â Melissa shouted from the bathroom.
âNothing. Just spilled your suitcase. Give me a second.â
He picked up a shirt, a lacy black bra and matching black panties, along with a pair of socks and stuffed them all back into the suitcase. As he went to close the suitcase he noticed a mesh-netting on the inside of the lid that served as storage for various items. There were a couple romance novels stuffed in it along with a bright pink vibrator.
Good God! Iâll pretend I didnât see that, Scott told himself. He closed the suitcase and hurried to the bathroom door. Without even thinking he pushed the door open.
Melissa was at the sink, a blue towel wrapped around her body and a red towel around her head. âHere you go, Mel.â Scott sat the suitcase on the bathroom counter next to the sink. Melissa was busy putting toothpaste on a toothbrush keeping her eyes focused on the mirror on the wall.
âYou know I grabbed my toothbrush outta the suitcase and totally forgot to get any clothes out. Could you look inside for a sleep shirt or night gown for me?â
Scott swallowed hard but a lump remained in his throat. He knew if he opened the suitcase sheâd know that he would see her vibrator inside–not to mention all her sexy underwear.
God, did I just think of my sisterâs underwear as sexy?
âScott!â Melissaâs shout made him jump.
âWhat?â
âDid you hear me?â
âOh yeah, sorry.â
Melissa began brushing her teeth while Scott opened the suitcase. He fumbled through the articles of neatly folded and packed clothing tossing lacy bras and panties aside and stacking shirts, socks and pants to the side too.
He heard Melissa washing her mouth out, spitting in the sink, and putting the toothpaste and toothbrush away. âDid you find anything?â
âNo!â Scott replied quickly. âI mean, I donât think you brought any sleep wear,â he corrected.
âMove aside,â Melissa said while playfully shoving her way closer to the suitcase. She searched through the clothes herself. âWell damnit! I completely forgot to bring anything to sleep in. I guess Iâll just have to wear a shirt and jeans.â
âIâll see if I can find you something,â Scott said.
âOkay, thanks.â Melissa reached up to close the suitcase then shrieked. âOh my God!â
âWhat is it?â Scott asked in a frantic tone.
âOh my God!â Melissa repeated. âI completely forgot I had left this in here.â She pulled the pink vibrator from the suitcase. âIâm so sorry, Scott. I didnât mean for you to see this.â She stuffed the vibrator underneath her clothes in the suitcase before frantically zipping it closed.
Scott forced a smile through his embarrassment. âI know you didnât mean for me to see it. Whatâs it even doing in there?â He wasnât sure why he had asked any questions. He should have just left it alone.
Melissa blushed and Scott knew she was embarrassed as much as he was. âI left it in here the last time I went out of town. I wasnât going to use it here, I swear!â
Scott laughed. âYou can use it if you want to, I guess. Donât let me stop you.â Scott wasnât going to tell his sister she couldnât use her own vibrator just because she was in his house.
Melissa flashed him a smile with sparkly white teeth. âWell, thanks, Scotty… you know I might need to use it. God knows I havenât had the real deal in forever!â
This time Scott blushed. âIâll go look for you something to sleep in.â He walked back into the bedroom. Melissa followed after him.
Scott opened the walk-in closet door where he went to the back and dug through some old boxes on a shelf. After locating a couple boxes he opened them up revealing old silk nighties, lacy lingerie and satin bathrobes that once belonged to his wife. Scott picked through the clothing but he couldnât find anything appropriate enough to offer his sister to wear.
He plucked a sheer see-through negligee from one of the boxes that was a shimmering red. An image appeared in his head, an image of what Melissa would look like wearing the sexy red lingerie, and other little outfits he saw in the box.
I bet sheâd look great in this little thing, he thought to himself while running his hands over the smooth red fabric. In his mind he saw Melissa lying on the bed in nothing but the negligee, licking her sultry lips and running a hand over her plump titties.
Shit! What the hell am I thinking about that for? Melissa would drop dead if I suggested her to wear this. And why would I even want to see her in this?
âScott?â Melissaâs voice floated into the closet. âDid you find anything for me to wear yet?â
Oh, yeah, I found something alright, he thought shamefully while stuffing the nighties and lingerie back into the box. âNo I didnât. Sorry, sis.â
When Scott returned to the bedroom he saw Melissa had removed the towel from her head. She was now combing tangles from her long black hair. âIâll get you a large shirt to wear as a night gown,â Scott told her. The house was full of extra large shirts because Scott and Molly both used them for sleep shirts so Scott had no problem finding a t-shirt for Melissa. Though he did have to search a little deeper in the drawer to find a XXL because he figured Melissa would need a bigger size to accommodate for her large tits.
Breast! He corrected himself. Your sister has large breast, not tits.
âHere you go,â he said, tossing her the shirt. âI hope itâs large enough for you.â
Melissa stopped combing her hair and shot her brother a threatening gaze. âWhat is that suppose to mean? You think Iâm getting fat?â
âNo!â Scott shook his head rapidly. âNo, thatâs not what I meant at all, Mel. I just meant…well, you know, because of your large chest.â Scott didnât dare make eye contact with Melissa while he spoke.
Melissaâs face softened, she even flashed a cheery smile. She placed a hand over one of her towel-covered tits. âOh, yeah,â she said sweetly, âI sometimes wish these damn things werenât so big. I think Iâd be happy with just a pair of Bs.â
âNo, no.â Scott was still shaking his head but took a step closer to Melissa. âYouâre just fine the way you are. Nothing needs to be smaller or bigger.â
âTurn your head away,â Melissa responded.
âWhat?â
âLook away real quick.â
Scott obeyed and turned around until he heard Melissa say it was okay. When he turned back around she had discarded the towel and slipped on the large t-shirt. Just the same as when sheâd arrived, she wasnât wearing a bra.
âFits great.â Melissa stood up from the bed, shook her head so her hair fell behind her shoulders, and then embraced Scott like she had earlier. She pressed herself firmly into him, kissed his right cheek, and placed her head on his shoulder. âGod, Iâm so sorry I always have to rely on you to get me out of these fuck-ups. I swear Iâm going to pay you back one day.â
Scott wrapped his arms around Melissa. As he returned the hug, rubbing his hand up and down her back, and feeling her soft warm tits push against his chest, Scott became aware of something: his cock was stirring, hardening. It was already beginning to form a tent in his loose cotton sleep pants. He tried not to press to hard up against his emotionally torn sister to avoid his cock from rubbing against her stomach. But Melissa held onto him and she rocked back and forth in his arms so it was only a matter of moments before the tip of his cock brushed against her belly. It was the slightest touch but enough to send a powerful tingle through Scott causing him to jerk away.
âWhatâs the matter?â A startled Melissa asked as she broke away from him.
âNothing.â Scott turned sideways, trying to be inconspicuous.
âOh my gosh,â Melissa uttered. âScott! You devil!â
Scott felt a rush of red hot shame flood his blood vessels. âMel, Iâm sorry,â he mumbled. He knew his sister was going to be horrified with him and probably storm out of the room. Sheâd leave for sure all because he hadnât had contact with a woman in years.
But Scott felt completely baffled the next moment when Melissa laughed, patted him on the back of the shoulder before strolling towards the bathroom. âIâll be right back. I have to put some panties on.â
âOh my God!â Scott bellowed. âYouâre not wearing any underwear?â
Melissa only responded with a mischievous giggle. âI canât believe you got an erection from a hug…from your sister!â She taunted him.
Scott turned around when he heard the bathroom door close. âLook, Mel, Iâm sorry. I didnât mean for that to happen. Itâs just I havenât had any contact with a sexy woman in a very long time.â
A minute later, Melissa reappeared out of the bathroom with a silly smile. âOh? So now you think Iâm a âsexy womanâ, huh?â
   That red hot shame still pumped through Scottâs body. âNo. I mean, well, yeah, youâre an attractive woman. I mean, your not an unattractive woman…itâs just…hell, I donât know.â
Melissa walked over to the bed where she flounced onto the mattress then patted the bed sheet next to her. âItâs okay, Scott. Iâm not mad. Itâs kind of flattering that a man thinks of me as a âsexy womanâ even if it is my brother. Come on now, you promised weâd watch a movie together.â
Scott hesitantly approached the bed. One benefit of getting so embarrassed meant his erection had never reached a full-blown hard-on so the tent in his pants had deflated. But as he climbed onto the bed he noticed Melissaâs shirt hiked up higher when sheâd fell on the bed. He tried not to look at her creamy smooth legs.
âDid you want some pajama pants to sleep in?â
Melissa smiled and smoothed out her shirt. âI donât usually sleep in anything.â She confessed. âClothes are too restraining at night. Is it okay if I just sleep in this shirt and panties?â
âSure, thatâs fine.â Scott stretched out on his side of the bed. Both of them were laying on top of the sheets. Scott grabbed the t.v. remote and flipped through the channels until they agreed on a comedy movie.
* * *
Half-way through the movie the two of them were laughing and the embarrassing incident from earlier had been forgotten. Melissa eventually ended up leaning against Scott with her head resting near the right of his chest.Â
Scott suddenly realized heâd put his arm around her at some point and his hand now rubbed her forearm–her skin was so smooth. The sweet fragrance of berries perfumed her shiny wet trestles; instinctively, he inhaled like one would do at first scenting a delicious fragrance. He found himself fighting to hold back another erection and while his cock struggled to gain full thickness he attempted to readjust without alerting Melissa to his ordeal.
He bent his left knee to help obstruct her view of his crotch but when his thigh grazed his already excited cock it caused a burst of fresh arousal, making him want to continue to rub something against the aching shaft.Â
Melissaâs palm was suddenly on his chest; her glowing smile and innocent hazel eyes regarding him with sincere kindness.âYou know, Scott, I really meant what I said earlier about feeling like the only man who wants me around is you. Sometimes I feel like me and you get along better than I ever got along with my husbands.â
âI always enjoy having you around, Mel. And Iâm sure youâll find a good man one day who will treat you right.â
âYeah…I hope so.â Melissa didnât say anything more for a few minutes. Then she turned her body, tucking her knees beneath her–the tail of the long shirt got pulled and pinned beneath her knees causing the neckline of the shirt to be dragged lower, revealing the lush globes of her tits.
Breast!
Mmm. No. Tits. Lovely tits.Â
âScott?â
He snapped his attention back to her gazing eyes.
âYeah?â
With a quaint smile she glanced down at her newly unveiled cleavage then back at her brother, the smile having widened in that brief moment of realization of what had distracted him.
âI was just going to ask if you mind if I went into the bathroom and….if I went in there for a moment… and used my vibrator?â
Scott froze up. For a moment he felt paralyzed by disbelief at what his sister had just asked. He swallowed, his words staggered out. âUmm, yea-yeah, yeah. Go ahead, of course, youâre free to do that here. Itâs okay.â
Melissa kissed him on the neck. âThanks, Scotty. Iâll be quick about it, I promise.â She climbed out of the bed and skipped into the bathroom.
Scott remained paralyzed on the bed. A few seconds later he heard the distinct electrical humming of a vibrator.
Itâs no big deal, he told himself. Sheâs a grown woman. She can pleasure herself if she wants to. But Jesus! I know sheâs in there masturbating herself with a toy. My own sister… a shot of dizzying arousal seized him.
Scott felt the twitching in his pants again. Looking down he saw the tent had expanded to full capacity but the tip was still vigorously poking at the fabric, desperate to be released from captivity. From the bathroom he could just make out low moans from Melissa.Â
Another shot of dizzying arousal . . .a flash of red-hot heat . . .Â
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The next thing he knew he was rubbing his hard-on through his pajama pants and faint droplets of precum were soaking through the thin cotton.
He was seconds from yanking those pants down.Â
Then the electrical hum stopped. Scott panicked. Melissa had finished. Sheâd given herself an orgasm and now sheâd be coming back.
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And sheâd find him with a full blown circus act between his legs! The abrupt shocking realization did nothing to diminish  his throbbing cock.
Scott grabbed some cover to throw over his lap.Â
A moment later Melissa came walking out of the bathroom with the biggest, silliest grin heâd seen her make all evening. She had one hand behind her back as she approached the bed.
âScott,â she whispered, âI brought you a present.âÂ
âYou what?â
âI brought you something I thought you might want.â Melissa revealed the hand she was hiding behind her back.Â
Dangling from a finger was the pair of sexy red panties Scott had seen in the hamper earlier, his sister’s sexy red panties.
 She held them out to him;her already ear-to-ear grin seemed to stretch even wider.Â
âWhat? What are those for?â Scott asked in a puzzled tone. Cock still pounding beneath the covers.
âHere,â Melissa said and tossed the panties at his face. âThe bathroomâs free now and I thought you might want to take these in there with you.â She giggled like a grown-up cheerleader. âGo ahead. Consider it a small token of my appreciation.â
âYouâre kidding me, right?â
âNo. Iâm serious. I just went and gave myself an orgasm–it was amazing, sooo good!–and I thought you might really need one now.â
âYouâre crazy!â Scott held the panties in his hand. He could smell the sweet pungent scent of his sister still sticking to them.
âYou loved masturbating in my panties when we were younger and I thought tonight would be like old times. So go on, and hurry back so we can finish the movie together.â
Scott blinked several times before he automatically slipped his legs off the edge of the bed, his raging cock now asserting itself as commander of his actions. âYou sure youâre alright with me doing this?â
âYeah. Itâs fine. Now go on!â She leaned down and pressed herself against him making sure she pressed her tits into his chest. âYou earned it,â she whispered into his ear before climbing over him to reach the other side of the bed.
 As she wiggled her way over him he noticed that she purposefully put extra wiggling into her taut ass and when the long shirt hiked up he saw she was not wearing panties! A bald, pubic mound teasingly peeked at him before it was twisted out of sight and his sister plopped down on the bed.
Melissa, his sister, had intentionally given him a flash of her pussy! Worse, it’d made Scott’s mouth water and his cock throb so hard he thought he’d cum right then!
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The tip of his tongue slipped across his lips. Scott got up quickly, took one more look back at his gorgeous sister whoâs shirt had once again hiked up her thighs. She waved him bye as she smoothed out her shirt and flashed him a knowing smile.Â
Scott wasnât sure how many more of her girlish smiles he could take.
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In the bathroom, Scott put the lid down on the toliet and sat on it. He held his sisterâs panties up to his nose. Her scent remained strong and he wondered if sheâd rubbed these panties on her pussy while she was masturbating to make them even âfresherâ.
God, he couldnât believe this. His sister had just come in here and masturbated then given him a pair of her dirty panties so he could jerk-off.Â
Images of his sister in various stages of dress began to parade around in his head. It didnât matter to him any longer that he shouldnât be thinking such dirty, kinky thoughts about his own sister because the severe throbbing in his cock needed those vivid images.
First, he saw Melissa as she was when they were teenagers still sharing a bedroom in their parentâs home. Melissa stood on her side of the bedroom in just a pair of baby blue bra and panties. She was petite, slender, and agile, already sporting perky tits at fourteen. Of course, when they were teenagers sheâd never danced in her underwear for him to watch, but in his current fantasy she did!
He use to wait for her to take a shower then go into the bathroom and rummage through the hamper until he found the panties sheâd worn. Then heâd sit in the bathroom just like he was doing now, masturbating with his own sisterâs wet,scented panties.
God! Now Iâm a grown man with a daughter or my own, and Iâm jerking off with Melâs panties just like I did when I was a teenager!Â
He brought the red panties to his face with his right hand while his left hand stroked his rigid cock. So hard, thick, and –oh god!–so hot! Feverishly hot!
And Melissa knows Iâm in here doing this…
More images started to dance in his mind: he pictured Melissa sitting in here moments ago slamming her vibrator into her hot pussy. Sheâd even asked him if she could come in here and use her vibrator!
Jesus! I havenât had a woman in so long Iâm getting off with my sisterâs panties!Â
Oh, but it felt so fucking good! So fucking hot!Â
He sucked the crotch of his sister’s panties into his mouth, sucking, gently chewing. When his saliva started to soak the tiny crotch a burst of delicious feminine flavor filled his mouth.
He was tasting her pussy. Her wet, dripping pussy. His little sister’s hot pussy.Â
Heâd never thought about his sisterâs titties and pussy the way he was thinking about them now. Until that moment he didnât even consciously acknowledge that she had tits and a pussy.
Sheâs got a fucking hot pussy, he told himself as he sucked harder, swallowing every drip of her pussy from the panties.Â
A fucking sweet pussy. I bet itâs so juicy. Iâd love to eat her out . . .Â
Scottâs hand wrapped around his cock tighter and thrust up-down on his shaft. His strokes became faster and more furious.
God, sheâs got some nice tits. Iâd love to suck her nipples and squeeze those big tits . . . I bet her pussy taste a thousand times better than her wet panties . . .
Right as he was about to cum he placed the smooth satin of the red panties over the tip of his cock. It only took a couple more strokes before his dick exploded. Burst of white-hot cream soaked the panties, leaving large globs of white froth dripping off them.
Scott used the panties to wipe away the cum that had gotten on him then he felt that sting of embarrassment return.Â
Heâd just filled his sisterâs panties full of jizz. He wasnât sure what he was suppose to do with them now. When he was younger heâd just shove them under his mattress or run and throw them in the washing machine.
Then he made a decision. After pulling his pants up he turned on the faucet at the sink, washed his hands then hand washed the panties. He wrung them out then washed them again and wrung them out once more. Soon as he thought they were clean enough he shoved them back into the hamper.
Now he had to return to the bedroom and face his sister. His sister whom heâd just jerked-off thinking about… thinking about her tits and sweet pussy.
Well, she told me it was alright. She canât be mad. God, I hope she doesnât say anything!
Scott slowly pushed the bathroom door open then casually walked to the bed.Â
Melissa had her head propped up on several pillows with her eyes glued on the television.
 He climbed onto the bed trying not to make any noise, though, he wasnât sure why since she could obviously tell he was back.
âCâmon, youâre going to miss the end of the movie,â she said, slapping the bed in signal for him to lay down.Â
Scott sprawled out on the bed and looked straight at the television.
The movie finished with them laughing, then Melissa pointed the remote at the box and clicked it off. She pulled the covers back to climb beneath them. The room now stood in complete quiet darkness.
Scott eased himself under the covers.
He felt Melissa turn over under the covers so she was facing him on her side.Â
âScott?â
âYeah?â
âWhat do you think our kids are up to right now?â
Scott chuckled. âIf theyâre anything like us theyâre probably fighting to the death by now.â
Melissa returned a giggle. âI hope Cody isnât anything like you.â
âWhat do you mean by that?â
âOh, nothing,â she replied innocently. âGoodnight, Scotty.â
Scott lay awake for a few more moments thinking about what sheâd said.Â
Maybe he should warn Molly, he thought. Maybe he should tell her to keep an eye on her panties.
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