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Fay totally cracked up just before I hung up on her. I was still smiling a while afterward, though. Fay's craziness was good for my sanity at times.

I went through the motions of helping Fay pick out her outfit, hair style, makeup, and other such vital things for her 'big date.' In reality, she knew so much more about that stuff than I did that I might as well have been a cat advising on financial investments. Still, it was Traditional for me to offer input, and one didn't lightly fuck with Tradition.

I flipped through Fay's closet on the pretense of carefully examining her options. She stood in front of her mirror and held earrings up to her reflection.

"How good are you trying to look for this guy?" I asked. "Casual? Fancy? Come-back-to-my-place-and-do-naughty-things-to-me?"

"That's just called 'slutty,' dear."

"Uh huh."

"And no, not slutty. I don't like David that much. At least not yet. I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt, though."

"How generous of you."

Fay laughed. "Oh fuck off. Maybe I just like being taken out sometimes. It doesn't always have to be in the hope of true love."

"Sure, sure."

I abandoned the closet and sprawled across Fay's bed. I took some satisfaction in just how much it would annoy Mom to find out I'd simply moved my lazing around to a new arena.

"You really should get your boy toy to take you out places," Fay said. "I think you'd enjoy it."

"Maybe I would, but it's not that kind of relationship."

"So you insist." Fay's mirror-reflected eyes met mine. She pursed her lips as she examined me. "But it is the kind where you do naughty things."

I felt my face heat slightly. "Only a little."

"More than a little, my darling. You got some real action recently, didn't you?"

I bit my lip and considered denying it, but Fay already knew. Of course she knew. She had enough experience with boys and with me that I couldn't expect to hide everything.

"Maybe I did," I said casually.

"You definitely did. I see those little grins you get when you start daydreaming and forget I'm in the room with you."

"Don't!"

"Oh you so do."

I attempted to shrug it off, but Fay's accusation merely brought Denver to my forethoughts. I felt the stupid little smile creep onto my lips, and was unable to stop it. Fay nodded in self-satisfaction.

"Ok, maybe I'm having some fun with it, alright?" I said. "And maybe... maybe things have gotten pretty naughty."

"But no actual sex yet, right? Because you have to tell me when it happens."

"I most certainly don't."

"You do, Relly. I've worked on you for too long for you to hold out on me."

I feigned indignation. "What, I'm just some project for you now?"

"Not 'just' a project. But yeah, kinda." Fay tousled her hair a little and held it in slightly different ways, turning from side to side to judge her various appearances. "Sometimes I feel like I've worked harder trying to get you a boyfriend than I've worked for myself."

"Well that's just not true."

"It isn't. But I'm making a point, you see."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. If we have sex, I'll tell you. But we won't."

Fay raised an eyebrow. "You won't, huh?"

I shook my head. "That'd be taking it too far."

"I see. Why, exactly?"

"Because...." I stopped and tried to put emotions into words. It made sense in my head. Denver and I couldn't actually, like, properly fuck. Obviously. Except when I really thought about it, I wasn't sure why. "Because of reasons," I finished.

"Oh, well as long as there are reasons, that's alright then."

"It's complicated."

"Yes, yes. I know. Very complicated."

"Well it is."

Fay finished pinning her hair in a simple yet elegant style. She examined it critically, as though she hadn't worn her hair exactly that same way a hundred times before. She took these things more seriously than I felt necessary, but it seemed to work for her, so what did I know.

"I think," she said slowly, "that it's not very complicated at all. I think it's very simple, but you just don't want to tell me."

"One might argue that's what 'it's complicated' often means."

"Sure. One might." Fay undid her hair, then mussed it back out with her fingers. "Relly, can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"And I know this is a silly thing to say, but please try not to be offended or upset by the question."

"You're right. That is silly. I can't very well help how I react. And now I'm anticipating something bad, which is only making things worse."

Fay stood still for a moment, her hair unfussed with, her appearance uncritiqued. Her reflected eyes bounced to me and away again a few times. I couldn't imagine what she'd be hesitating about that way.

"Relly," Fay said gently, "it's not your dad, is it?"

"My dad what?" I asked in genuine confusion.

"Your boy. It's not--"

"Ew! Fay! What the hell?!"

"I'm just--"

"No! Ew ew ew." I bounced off the bed and flung my hands in disgust. I loved my father, but the idea of doing... of doing.... I couldn't even bring myself to think it. "That's gross. Come on. How would you like it if I asked about you and your dad that way?"

"I'd find it gross also," Fay replied evenly. "And if it helps any, I was, like, ninety percent sure it wasn't him anyway."

"Well then I repeat, what the hell?"

"Because that means it's Denver."

I froze. I was afraid she was going to go there next. I'd been too distracted to mount a proper distraction offensive. Maybe it didn't matter. If she was even suggesting it, it meant she'd given it real thought already.

"I notice you aren't protesting quite so vigorously this time," Fay said. "Or indeed at all."

I turned away and folded my arms. "I just don't know why you'd say that."

"Because, my darling, you as much as admitted that you'd been messing around either last night or this morning. And if you were home that whole time, and your mom was home too, then I struggle to imagine what boy you could possibly have been with who was so dreadful that you couldn't even tell me." Fay snorted gently. "Let's be real, there's no boy you'd hide from me that you'd let your mother find out about."

I hugged myself tightly as though it might protect me. There was a slight tremble to my lip. When I spoke, it was barely loud enough for Fay to hear.

"You won't tell anyone, will you?"

"What kind of best friend do you think I am?"

"The good kind?" I asked hopefully.

"Damn straight." Fay's footsteps padded nearer. I felt her approach me from behind, then her arms were around my waist. Her grip was much looser and gentler than my own. "I would never tell."

My arms relaxed on their own, perhaps because I'd been holding them so tight. The rest of my body had to be systematically coaxed out of its more subtle tension.

"And you don't think it's gross? Or fucked up?"

Fay released me and sat delicately on the edge of her bed. She crossed her legs and clasped her hands over her upper knee. "I wasn't sure what to think, at first. Of course, I didn't truly believe it at first either. It was just a silly guessing game. Who oh who could Relly the Chaste have fallen for? Who could she be hiding?"

"And you actually decided it must be either Dad or Den?"

Fay shrugged. "It made more and more sense. If you'd denied with sufficient conviction just now, I'd still be guessing."

I let my arms fall to my sides. I tried to take calm, relaxing breaths. Fay patted the bed next to her, and after a moment I sat down. I still felt like I had to justify myself somehow. As if there was some explanation that made it alright.

"It was just an accident, you know. Neither of us meant to... to...."

"Yes, what did you get up to?"

I flushed. "I am not giving you details."

"Maybe not now. I'll wear you down, though."

Fay's lips held the faintest pixie smirk. I kept waiting for words of judgement, or a sneer of disgust. They weren't her style even at the worst of times, but it was hard to accept her outwardly easy acceptance.

"You're acting like Den's just some boy I met," I said.

"Well, he kind of is. From the right point of view."

"He's my brother."

"Yes."

"It's... that's...."

"Incest, I believe. Although I'm not sure how I feel about the word. It's so... harsh."

I cringed at the word, but Fay's continued gentle tones and lack of overt emotion were helping. This was not at all what I feared would happen if and when someone found out what Denver and I were doing.

"It is harsh," I agreed softly. "But maybe it needs to be for something like this. It's pretty bad."

"Are you happy with what's happened?" Fay asked.

I nodded. "Yes. At least, I think so."

"You think so? Relly, I've known you a pretty long time now, and you've got this new little smile lately that I've never seen before. Don't tell me you just 'think so.'"

"Yeah, ok. I'm happy with it."

"Then it's not all bad, is it?"

I looked intently at Fay. "You really don't care?"

"I care." Fay pushed her hair back behind her ear. "I care that you're happy. I care that you're finally exploring the romantic side of your life."

"It's not romantic, exactly."

"Sexual, then. Whatever." Fay shrugged. "But no, I don't care that he's your brother. If anything, I think maybe I'm happy it's someone who won't take advantage of you. You're still too much an innocent for your own good."

"Hey!"

"Well you are."

"What are you, my mother?"

"Certainly feels like it sometimes."

I tried to glare at Fay, but she just cracked up. It was hard to maintain an annoyed facade when she was giggling unreservedly.

We just talked for a while after that. I continued to loosen up as time passed and still nothing bad happened. Fay continued to gently pry for details which I mostly refused to share. It was nice to be able to release some of my pent up stories and questions. It was perhaps even nicer not to have to carry my big secret alone anymore.

****

"Shouldn't you be getting ready soon?" I asked later on that afternoon. "Like, for real this time?"

Fay hadn't so much as touched her hair, makeup, or clothes since I admitted the truth about Denver and me. I didn't really want her to go, but I knew that was pure selfishness.

"Enh. I can cancel," Fay said. "Push it back to next week, maybe."

"You shouldn't do that just 'cause of me."

"Sure I should." Her eyes gleamed. "If I cancel my date, you'll feel guilty and you'll have to share all the lascivious details you've been holding back."

"That's your master plan? You better work on it some more."

"Come on. We'll have a sleepover, we'll stay up late, maybe get a bit tipsy like bad little girls, and you'll tell me all the things you and Den get up to."

"Dear lord, Fay. Do you really want to hear about me and... you know... that badly?"

"Your brother, you mean?" Fay shrugged. "It gives the tale a certain... unique quality, I suppose. A certain naughty thrill, perhaps. But I assure you, it's mostly about you."

"Oh, good. Here I was worried you'd gone all deviant on me."

"Nope. Just the regular amount of deviance that I've always had."

Fay giggled some more when I rolled my eyes at her. Still, I gave her suggestion some actual thought. In some ways, I very much wanted to spend the night with her. More time talking, discussing, and feeling supported in my illicit bedroom activities sounded good to me. On the other hand, it meant no chance of sneaking some time in with Denver.

It hadn't occurred to me at first just how much I was looking forward to nighttime. Our parents in bed, and Denver and me free to do whatever we felt like. I truly was a soul lost in my own special brand of forbidden lust.

"Go on your date," I said firmly.

"But--"

"Seriously. Don't cancel it on my account."

Fay pouted childishly. "Don't wanna."

I patted her head in a deliberately patronizing manner. Fay, of course, took no offence at the gesture. I'm not sure it would have occurred to her that it was even an option.

"Let's get you ready," I insisted. "And in the meantime... I might actually have a dirty detail to share."

Fay perked up immediately. "Do tell."

"Promise you're going on your date?"

"Yeah, yeah. Sure, sure."

I ran my fingers through my hair and took a deep breath. "Actually, I kind of, like, need advice too."

"I'm already hooked, Relly. Just tell me, dammit."

I nodded. "Ok, so, like... have you ever done... you know...."

"I'm going to slap you if you keep me in suspense like this."

"It's hard for me, ok? Can't you, like, do your hair or something? Pretend to be busy? Just... don't stare at me like that."

Fay tore her intense gaze away from me. She went to stand in front of her mirror, then fussed with her hair enough to almost be convincing. "Like that?"

"Sure. Fine." I took another breath. "Have you ever done... butt stuff?"

"Eeeh!" Fay's hands shot to her mouth, and her expression was one of scandalized delight. "You're kidding me, right?"

"It was just a question."

"No it wasn't. You actually let Den--"

"Yes, ok."

"But in your--"

"I said yes! And... only a finger. And he licked it a bunch."

Fay squealed again. She bounced back onto her bed beside me despite my best efforts at keeping a physical distance between us. "Did it hurt? Was it super, super gross?"

"What? I'm asking you for advice, remember?"

She shrugged. "I've never let a boy back there. Never liked one well enough for that. It's so... icky, you know? It'd have to be for a special occasion or something."

I slumped a little. "Great. Some help you and all your experience are."

"I think you overestimate how much experience I have. Just how big a slut do you think I am?"

I gave Fay an appraising look. "Moderately slutty?"

Fay gasped and her expression turned something like indignant. "How dare you. I'm only slightly slutty. Mildly slutty at the outside."

"Fine, fine. I just... I honestly don't if it was right to let Den do what he did. Or if I should let him do more. Or... whatever."

"Well, one thing I can say for sure is you kinda fucked up letting him do weird butt things to you already. That's setting the bar pretty high."

I rolled my eyes. "How about we bear in mind that I'm not actually in a relationship with my brother. We're just messing around."

"Boundaries are still a thing, Relly. Doesn't matter what your status is. If you let him do whatever he wants, that's exactly what he's going to do."

The thrill that ran through me at those words was more than a little embarrassing. The idea of my brother doing whatever he wanted to me was fucked up, but perhaps also the most exciting thing in my life. I didn't want to let Fay know just how much I liked the sound of that, even just in theory.

"He's still Den," I said. "He's not going to do anything too crazy."

"You sure about that? Boys are boys. They want what they want, brother or not."

Again Fay's words did funny things to me. I squirmed a little, but I was pretty sure it wasn't noticeable.

"So you're saying I should back off a bit?" I said. "Restrict his playground, as it were?"

"Well duh. Why go through all that anal nonsense when you don't have to?"

I bit my lip for a second. "It, uh, might not actually have been that bad."

Fay cocked her head. "Explain?"

I shrugged and looked away. "I'm just saying. It didn't hurt, and it wasn't as icky as I thought it would be. I mean, I'd just showered, so maybe that was part of it." I picked at the hem of my shirt. "It was mostly just weird. Kinda nice, maybe, but definitely not as good as... you know... the normal stuff."

Fay was rapt. "Really? Crazy. You actually liked it, huh?"

"Just a bit," I said defensively. "It's not like it was anything great. But, I dunno, Den liked it. And I kinda like that he liked it. I guess."

"Awww, you're really falling for him, huh?"

It was my turn to act more shocked than I really was. "Hey, no. That's totally not it. It's still Den we're talking about."

"Yes, I know. The brother you seem to do anything for, and who you say you like making happy." Fay shrugged. "I'm just saying, maybe your feelings run deeper than you want to admit."

"I am not in love with my brother," I stated firmly.

"Maybe you are, maybe you aren't. Just be careful. Don't get yourself hurt over this, alright?"

I thought about protesting again, but opted not to. I didn't think Fay was really, truly suggesting that I was in love with Denver. Maybe she just thought it was a risk, and that I needed to be aware of the possibility. He was still my brother, though, and that's what he'd always be first and foremost. Girls didn't fall in love with their brothers, right? Then again, how many of them did the things I'd done with mine already. Perhaps comparing myself to the average girl didn't make much sense anymore.

"I'll be careful," I promised.

****

I ate supper with my parents that evening. No Denver. I tried asking where he was, but neither Mom or Dad had any idea, nor did they seem to care that he was missing. Me they worry about; Denver they simply assume is hanging out with friends or something. Fucking double standards.

I migrated to the living room once the parents had absconded. Nothing new there. It wasn't about the couch, though, or even my zombie mom show. I was waiting for my brother. It made me feel more than a little pathetic to admit to myself, but I really just missed Denver. It had only been a matter of hours, not even a full day, and still I kept watch and waited for him to come home.

Fay's words taunted me. The idea that I felt anything more for my brother than regular sibling affection mixed with a confused sexual mess should have been laughable. We were just messing around, that was all. Just experimenting and playing.

It annoyed me that I couldn't help glancing toward the front door every few minutes, just in case.

I didn't love him; not in a romantic sense. That much I maintained, in spite of whatever nonsense was going on with me. Maybe I felt something more than I meant to, and if I did it was certainly inappropriate, but it wasn't love. A longing, perhaps, or a desire to spend intimate time with. Those I could handle.

The hour grew progressively later, as time is wont to do. I grew restless, and took to making occasional trips to the window, where I'd peer out for any sign of Denver. It was pretty desperate. I swore at Fay for driving me to this level of insanity, though I knew it wasn't her fault. At most, she'd caused me to realize that I was going through something a bit more than I thought I was. I'd have had to deal with it sooner or later anyway.

Eventually I gave in and slipped downstairs to Denver's room. It was dark and empty, as expected, and flicking the light on only solved half the problem. I just stood in the doorway for a moment or two, as though somehow it would either summon my brother or sate my desire for his presence. Naturally, neither occurred.

Instead of leaving, as I really should have done given that I was intruding on Denver's personal space, I clambered onto his bed. I curled up right in the middle with my head resting on my arm. His scent was only just barely perceptible, but it was definitely there. I wasn't sure whether or not that helped any.

I contemplated going to sleep. I could have buried myself under Denver's covers and gone to dream land, then presumably be awakened when he got back. If I was feeling extra naughty, I could take all my clothes off first. There was most certainly a thrill to the idea of being totally helpless and exposed when I was discovered violating my brother's sanctum.

It wasn't an easy idea to commit to. My mind conjured scenarios in which it went disastrously wrong. What if Denver didn't come home that night, and in the morning Mom came in looking for him and found me instead? What if he was tired and not in the mood for playing with his little sister? God forbid, what if he'd been out with a girl and brought her home with him?

No, I wasn't ready to risk it. Not yet. I rolled onto my back and pondered what my actual game plan was going to be. None of my half-assed ideas held much merit.

My gaze landed on the ceiling tile above Denver's bed that he'd prevented me from examining the other day. He wasn't around to stop me this time. It was something to do, anyway. I grabbed some of Denver's old textbooks and piled them on his bed to make up for being shorter than he was. With that boost, I was able to push aside the tile and peer behind it.

There was a small box stashed in the ceiling. That was basically what I expected. The question was did I violate my brother's trust even further and actually open said box?

At first, I restrained myself. I set the box on the bed and sat staring at it, wondering what oh what it might contain. My initial guess was porn of some kind, except that Denver insisted there was no point to the physical stuff anymore when one had the internet. My next guess was drugs. That one fit well enough, if only I had any reason to believe Denver was that type, which I didn't.

I put my hand on the box, still not quite ready to open it. I was going to, though. I knew myself well enough to understand that I couldn't leave the mystery raveled as it was. At some point I was going to have to find out. It would drive me crazy otherwise.

"Oops," I said aloud as I flicked the lid open.

It wasn't an excuse that would hold up to even the flimsiest of questioning, but it was enough for me in the moment. I stared down at the 'accidentally' opened box in a mixture of fascination and mild horror.

I knew about the weird things Denver did for his online girl. It shouldn't have surprised me that he kept his related paraphernalia hidden somewhere in his room. Somehow I'd been derpy enough not to put all the pieces together until I was staring directly at my brother's small collection of seriously naughty toys.

A good sister would have slammed the box shut and stuck it right back where she'd found it, never to speak of it to anyone. A better sister wouldn't have been snooping to begin with.

Then there was me.

I sat and stared and tried to decide if I was totally grossed out or not. It was harder to tell than one might assume.

"Just as long as he doesn't try using any of this shit on me," I muttered to myself.

And really, it didn't bother me if Denver wanted to do bizarre things to his own body. That was his own business, just as other people's proclivities were theirs to choose. It was my body that concerned me.

The idea of playing with my butt had always kind of squicked me out. I had a perfectly good pussy for playing with already, why complicate things? Denver had different ideas, it turned out, and I had to admit it had been more pleasurable than I would have guessed. Still, though, actually using toys was another thing entirely. For one thing, how would you ever make sure they got properly clean after every use? That was a disturbing thought to me.

I left almost everything in the box well enough alone. Everything, in fact, except a bottle of lubricant. That seemed safe enough to touch. It probably hadn't actually been inside my brother.

Fay's suggestion of making anal play a 'special occasion' kind of thing was growing on me. I didn't think I minded letting Denver have his fun sometimes. Just not all the time, perhaps. And if I was going to let him do that stuff at all, I really should get more comfortable with it.

I made sure the door was properly closed, just in case of parental interference. That done, I stripped off my pants and panties, leaving myself naked between shirt and socks. It was a deliciously naughty feeling being half naked in my brother's room. Certainly not as naughty as if he'd been present too, but it was a unique thrill in its own right.

Thanks to Denver's overly intimate ministrations, I wasn't quite as squeamish about playing with my butt as I otherwise would have been. I now knew it wasn't all bad, though it was unclear if the good was enough to make self-anal-violation a pleasant experience. That was, after all, the whole point of this experiment.

I lay on my back at first. I tried to see what I was doing, though of course that proved quite tricky. I had to guide myself by touch alone. With a little lube squirted on my finger, I pressed it gently to my asshole. It felt ok. Quite slippery, not painful, not even gross, just... ok.

My butthole was a bit more sensitive than the skin around it. A bit more delicate and interesting, but not really as different as I had it built up in my head. Even pressing the pad of my finger a little more firmly didn't bother me the way I half expected. I could do it, if I wanted. I could actually stick my finger in my butt. I had enough confidence, enough comfort, and almost enough actual curiosity.

I bought time by circling around and around the hole itself. Every now and then I'd press against it, teasing myself and slowly building up to actual penetration. Then, as though I could somehow sneak up on myself, I simply pressed a little harder one time and the tip of my finger slid right in.

I bit my lip and wiggled my finger just the tiniest bit. I felt so bad, so naughty, so exquisitely depraved. Lying there on my brother's bed, toying with my forbidden hole, far more open and comfortable with myself than I'd ever been before.

After a few moments, I rolled onto my tummy. I rearranged myself to get a better angle with my hand, then fingered my tight little butt deeper still. My pussy began to give signals of arousal. I blamed it purely on the mental component of my exciting new exploration, but it was quite possible the physical played some part as well.

It was hard to say just what I would have discovered about myself in time, or indeed how long I would have spent in a discovering sort of mood. All I knew was the door suddenly opened, and I was no longer alone.

Denver stared at me. I stared at him. He glanced at my butt, back to me, then at my butt for a much longer stretch.

"Well this is... something," he said.

"I was just trying it out," I said defensively. I pulled my finger free and sat up. "This doesn't mean I like it or anything."

"No, of course not." Denver stepped closer. "You lie half naked on my bed, having raided my personal belongings without permission, fingering your ass like a porn star. But no, it's nothing. I believe you."

I flushed and belatedly pulled the blanket around my waist to cover my exposed lower areas. My brother's tone wasn't enough to tell me whether he was angry, teasing, or something else entirely. Probably a fine mixture of all three, really.

"M'nothing like a porn star," I mumbled. "They know what they're doing. I'm just testing."

Denver sat next to me. He put his hand on my cheek, and I couldn't resist leaning into it. "Were you doing it for me?" he asked softly.

"Partly, maybe. Mostly I just wanted to really figure out how I felt about it."

"And did you?"

"Not really."

"Ah. I see." Denver gestured to the expanse of his bed. "Feel free to carry on where you left off, if it would help."

"You perv." I punched my brother on the shoulder. "I'm not doing that while you watch."

He sighed theatrically. "Fiiinnneee. I'll do it. Roll over."

I giggled. "You doofus. Not everything has to be about my butt, you know."

"I mean, you're technically right...."

"Besides, Fay says I should save that weird stuff for special occasions. And I think she--"

"Wait, what?" Denver frowned. "You mean in general, right? You didn't actually tell her about me or anything, did you?"

I winced. "I didn't tell her."

"But...."

"But she kinda guessed on her own."

"Oh fuck me." Denver shot to his feet. He paced to the door and back, then around the foot of his bed. "Well now what do we do?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"She's not gonna tell anyone. And she's actually pretty cool about it."

"Are you sure? I mean, I believe that she wouldn't tell. You guys have been friends for... how long now?"

"Forever. Roughly."

"But are you sure she's actually ok with it? She's not going to, like...."

"What, Den? What would she do, exactly? Stop talking to me? That seems like my problem, not yours."

Denver rubbed his face. "I guess. I just... I don't like the idea of anyone knowing about us. We could get in real trouble. Or I could, anyway. People'd probably think I forced you to do stuff, or whatever."

"Hey! How come I'm an unwilling participant in your scenario? I can make decisions for myself."

Denver gave me a crooked look. "Who exactly knows you and would believe that you did messed up stuff with me of your own volition?"

I hated that I didn't have a good answer for that. Curse my me-ness.

"Whatever. Just sit down, would you?" I patted the mattress next to me. "Stop worrying about it. Nothing bad has actually happened yet."

"I can't just turn off the worrying, Relly. You know better than that."

I nodded. "Fair point. Ok, how about you come sit and calm down, and I'll let you do a weird sex thing to me."

Denver paused. "Just one?"

"Maybe more. We'll see how it goes."

A smile cracked through his concerned exterior. It wasn't quite enough, but it was a good start.

"I'm still not used to some of the things that come out of your mouth these days," Denver said. "I remember when you used to be such a sweet, innocent little thing."

"Of course you do. That was, like, a week ago."

Feeling emboldened, I pushed the blanket off my lap and spread my legs just enough to let my pussy peek out. It immediately drew Denver's gaze.

"Goddamn, Relly," he whispered.

I attempted to maintain a calm, confident appearance as my brother openly stared at me. I was a little too fidgety, though. I wasn't in the mood for simply sitting still and being appreciated from a distance.

"It's not going to play with itself," I said.

Again, Denver's mood threatened to turn toward the light. He was visibly torn between his interest in me and my body, and worrying about the consequences thereof.

"I don't know..." he said.

"Fuck's sake, Den. Just... do some naughty bad things to your little sister already, would you?"

I actually saw the crotch area of Denver's pants twitch. His eyes half-closed for a second, then he shook his head.

"Don't--"

I spread my legs wider. "It's right here, Den."

Denver took a deep breath. "Jesus fuck," he muttered.

The switch flipped in an instant. Denver was on me just as I was about to try enticing him again. His lips mashed savagely against mine as he tackled me onto my back. I giggled into his mouth even while his fingers groped between my thighs.

"Took you long enough," I said. "I was starting to think I wasn't enough to make you forget all your problems."

"You've got it backwards. You're the cause of all my problems."

"Hey!"

"Well it's true."

Denver started hitting the right spots on my pussy. His touch made it very hard to concentrate on a proper rebuttal.

"That's a mean thing to say to a girl you're fingering like that."

"It is. It's also almost necessarily true given who the girl is in this case."

I grinned wickedly. "You mean your sister?"

Denver's breath was hot on my cheek. "Say that again."

I swallowed hard. "You're addicted to your own baby sister, Den. You want me."

"I do. God help me, I do."

Two of his fingers were slowly penetrating my defenses. I squirmed in delight as they sank deeper into my tight little pussy.

"I think I do too," I said in a low voice.

Denver's breathing and the continued descent of his fingers were the only responses I got at first. I worried that he hadn't heard me, and I wasn't sure I could bear to repeat myself.

"Do you mean what I think you mean?" he finally asked.

"That depends. What do you think I mean?"

He kissed me again. I went with the flow, molding to his mouth and enjoying his handiwork down below.

I felt giddy with newfound liberation. Not that I'd been overly restrained with my brother, but I hadn't been able to really give myself entirely. It was all games and mental acrobatics, hedging against future issues. Maybe Fay's acceptance helped more than I'd realized, or maybe I was just ready. Either way, I didn't feel the need for pretense this time.

My hands were under Denver's shirt without any real conscious direction. I wanted to feel him--his skin, the outlines of his muscles--so I did. I enjoyed my brother's body without doubt or reservation. His bulge pressed against my leg, and I simply pulled him harder into me.

"If you tell me to stop, I will," he said.

"I won't," I replied without hesitation.

"No games?"

"No games."

I bit Denver's lip gently between my teeth, because it felt like the sort of thing I should do. It was kind of nice. It made me feel more in control than I really was. I nipped at his neck next, and again there was a thrill of imagined power.

Denver's hand got under my shirt. I arched my back under his caress and let him cup my breast. He fumbled roughly with my nipple. I bit his earlobe in a gentle rebuke.

It occurred to me that my brother might actually have been more nervous than I was. Of course he would be; he was leading us both somewhere dangerous and exciting while I mostly just got to hang out and see what happened.

I was once again making things as easy and justifiable for myself as I possibly could while still getting what I wanted. That was probably a habit I should work on breaking. It wasn't fair to Denver.

"I want you in me," I said as a way of taking my share of responsibility. I loved the exciting wrongness that the simple sentence evoked. "I want it, Den."

Denver groaned and grinded harder on my leg. "Me too."

"Good."

I reached for my brother's belt and struggled to get his pants open. Now my hands were trembling just as badly as his. We were in it together. I liked it better that way, when it came down to it.

Between the two of us, we managed to get Denver's pants and boxers slid down his legs far enough that he could kick them off. I grabbed his cock with both hands. It was so hard and warm, and it pulsed with his need. It was going inside me. Such a crazy thought, enough to make my head spin, but it was totally happening.

"You haven't done this before, have you?" Denver asked softly.

"You know I haven't."

"Are you sure you want me to?"

"You doofus. Of course I am." I kissed my brother tenderly. "I want it to be you."

"Even though you'll never be able to tell anyone?"

"Except Fay."

"Relly...."

"She already knows. You really gonna fight me on this right now?"

Denver shook his head slowly. His hips pressed forward, and his cock slid out of my unresisting fingers. The tip poked my waist, then the bottom of my tummy.

"I'm going to need to tell someone," I whispered. "My first time, and it's going to be with my brother. How can I not?"

He grunted and thrust a little more urgently. Pre-cum slicked across my skin. I had him in the palm of my hand. He wasn't really going to argue, not now. I sensed the desperation of his desire in a way totally unfamiliar and exhilarating to me.

"Do it for me, Den," I whispered right in his ear. "Give your little sister what she wants."

I'd picked up on the way Denver reacted to being reminded of our sibling status. It was something to bear in mind for the future, because it totally worked on him.

I found his cock again, and this time guided it gently to where it was meant to go. I shivered as it scraped smoothly across my clit, then again as Denver missed the mark ever so slightly. But then, in a truly glorious moment, it slipped in.

My face was buried in Denver's neck. I moaned into his warm, masculine flesh. My virgin pussy ignored no longer. He made soft, delicate motions as though I'd break beneath a determined assault. It didn't matter. My brother was inside me, and only getting deeper with every beat of my heart.

I kissed along the ridge of his shoulder, right up to his cheek. Every breath filled my lungs with his scent. My pussy was filled up by him. His weight pressed down on me, snug and comfortable. Everything was my brother.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

Even if it did, I would have lied. "No," I whispered back. "It feels good."

Denver thrust deeply inside my pussy. He was still being too gentle, but it was better. I clung tightly to him, fingers digging into his shirt as I held him to me. His hips rocked harder and harder, and I tried to move in time with him. Anything I could do to encourage him.

Nothing could have prepared me for actually being fucked by my big brother. Most of the individual physical sensations were familiar to me, but I'd never had them all put together in such a way. More than that, the emotional impact of giving myself so completely to Denver, and taking the same from him, was overwhelming. He was actually inside me. He wasn't supposed to be, I wasn't supposed to want him or let him, but he was. He totally was.

"Goddamn you feel good," Denver said.

I smiled widely, far more than the praise deserved, if that was even what it was. Something about Denver being in awe of my pussy was just funny to me.

"You like my pussy?"

"I do."

"Even though it's your sister's?"

Denver made a low, animal noise in his throat. The sound that did strange things to me. Lovely and exiting things, but strange.

"Don't say things like that," Denver said.

"What? Like that you're fucking your baby sis right now?"

That was what really did it. If I thought Denver was fucking me before, now I knew how wrong I was. It was all sex, sure, but the restraint and tenderness he'd shown was replaced by need and lust.

My brother's cock hammered away at my little pussy to the point where I was the one starting to worry about my well-being. My concern lasted only briefly. Apparently my body could take it. In fact, I fully enjoyed it. I was getting pounded like the experienced slut that I very much wasn't, and all I wanted was more, more, more.

My fingers tangled in Denver's hair, his shirt, even grabbing his ass. Anywhere I could hold onto him, feel him, sense the effort of his muscles under his skin. I wanted to stay there forever; filled up, sandwiched between my brother and his bed, getting closer to orgasm every time he slammed into me.

"Keep going," I breathed. "More. More more mooorrre."

Pulses of sinful bliss wracked my lust-fueled body. I pressed my mouth to Denver's shoulder as I came. Probably no one could have heard me anyway, but my sense of the world around me was impaired too much for me to risk it. My moans were dull echoes of what they were intended to be, muffled as they were by brother-flesh.

My whole body felt connected to my brother through my spasming and clenching pussy. His cock was always moving, constantly providing little shocks of additional pleasure to my already mind mushing orgasm. Insanely, I began to think it would never end; that I'd be stuck as my brother's mindless fuck-toy forever. A silly thought, perhaps, but in the moment I could almost believe it, and I was fully prepared to accept and enjoy my fate.

My nonsensical universe fell apart rather quickly. Denver pulled out of me, and some part of my existence was wrenched out along with him. I was empty and incomplete without him. That wasn't how I was meant to live.

"No no no!" I whined. "Don't stop."

But I felt hot liquid splash on my tummy, and enough of me returned to reality to know that it was over. At least Denver had remained sensible enough not to cum in me. I wished he had, wished he could have shared that with me too, but that wasn't the rational part of me. That was the slutty little sister talking, the one who didn't have to deal with consequences because she wasn't entirely real.

Denver stroked my cheek with his thumb. The contact felt wet, for some reason. I didn't think I'd been crying. I wiped at my other cheek and found moisture there too. A few errant tears? Maybe. I wasn't sure if that was normal or not.

"You ok?" he asked softly.

I smiled. "You doofus." I pulled his head to mine and kissed him, long and slow. "I've literally never been better."

He smiled back. He rolled off me, but stayed close and settled on his side where he could still watch me.

"That was kind of intense," Denver said.

"Tell me about it."

I dipped a finger in a small pool of cum on my tummy. There seemed like a lot of it, all painting my skin in translucent white stripes. I felt permanently marked, like everyone I ran into from now on would be able to tell if they ever saw my stomach. Again, not my most rational of thoughts.

Denver brushed my cheek with his lips. I turned my head and met him head on in a long, luxurious kiss. All I wanted was to snuggle with him, to nestle unmoving against his warmth for the rest of the night. The responsible part of me was a party pooper.

"I need to clean up," I whispered.

"Ok," Denver said.

I tried to roll away, but he held my wrist and tugged in the other direction. I giggled and climbed over him like he apparently wanted me to do. It was such a goofy move, but I kind of liked it. I straddled his stomach for a few seconds to give him a nice feel before climbing off and heading to the bathroom.

Denver took a turn in the bathroom after me, then cuddled up with me in his bed. It didn't occur to me to ask if I could stay; it didn't even occur to me that not staying was an option. In my mind, we were sleeping together and that was that.

His cock actually hardened a little bit when he pushed it against my butt. I giggled and gently swatted his leg.

"Be good," I said.

"You can't expect me to lie here with you and be entirely good, can you?"

"Hm, no, I guess not entirely."

"I mean, you're all naked and sexy, and you're so soft, and--"

"Ok, ok. Don't get me all worked up. We need sleep."

Denver pressed his semi-hard cock into the crack of my ass. It felt nicer there than I cared to admit. He'd only take it as an excuse to play with my butt even more.

"Maybe tomorrow?" Denver asked hopefully.

I groaned. "You want to do more weird butt stuff, don't you?"

"Well... yeah. You kinda liked it, right? You were doing it to yourself when I caught you."

"I told you, I was just testing."

"Which you wouldn't have been doing if you weren't still curious."

"Don't read too much into it. I still like normal stuff way better."

"That's fine. We can do both."

Denver traced a finger over my thigh, down my waist, and slowly circling toward my pussy. I had to grab his hand and keep it away. Bastard was trying to get me all horny again, and it was kind of working.

"Calm down. We need some sleep."

"What about tomorrow then?"

"I dunno. Maybe. If you're good."

"I can be good."

Denver slid a hand over my breast. I giggled and pulled him away once again.

"Not like that you're not."

"Oh, you mean behave myself. Right. Gotcha."

****

Between Denver's naughty playfulness and my own horniness, it was a wonder that I ever got to sleep that night. I didn't mind being kept up all that much; certainly the company was better than the sleepless nights I was used to.

Possibly the nocturnal teasing was part of the reason I awoke in a worked up state. The bulk of it, however, was due to my brother getting even more presumptuous with my body than he already was. He'd either rolled me on my back, or I'd simply maneuvered myself there on my own. He was kneeling between my spread legs and softly fingering my pussy. That part I was fine with. He also had a finger of his other hand about halfway up my butt. That part I wasn't so sure about.

"Den, I thought I told you to be good."

"You did. There's a chance I just ignored you."

"You must have, 'cause this is pretty bad."

Denver shrugged. "You're enjoying it though."

I bit my lip and said nothing.

"Or should I stop?" Denver asked, suddenly curling his fingers inside my pussy.

My back arched involuntarily. He could already feel how wet I was. He knew I wouldn't want to stop.

"You jerk," I said. I gave him an off-centre kick for good measure.

"Is that a yes?"

"You're not putting it my butt," I stated defiantly.

"What makes you think I was going to?"

"That's what you were hinting at last night, if you can call it hinting. And now you're trying to get me all horny and used to having something up my ass at the same time."

"Ok, you got me."

Denver kept smiling down at my aroused, naked body. His twin fingers curled and uncurled in my pussy, while also being joined by his thumb on my clit. The finger in my butt slid in and out in small motions, and felt slippery like it had been lubed up before insertion. In some ways that was at least considerate, in others it just meant that my brother had put forethought into violating my sleeping body. I wasn't quite sure I approved. He was just lucky his combined efforts were doing really nice, tingly things to me. Otherwise I might have had to be properly annoyed with him.

I relaxed and submitted to my brother's thorough fingering. He was hitting my favourite spots, as well as some brand new ones I didn't even know existed. The extra anal stimulation was actually a better complement to the rest of it than I expected.

Denver brought me to a beautiful first-thing-in-the-morning orgasm. I wriggled and clenched, and generally basked in the mild euphoria of it all.

It didn't surprise me terribly when Denver reached for his bottle of lube afterward. I watched with curious detachment as he slicked up his hard cock. It was pretty obvious what he was up to.

"Where do you think that's going?" I asked.

"You know where."

"Hmmm, no, I don't think so."

Denver grabbed a pillow, then lifted my butt and slid it under my hips. Admittedly, being bodily moved like that worked for me, but that was beside the point.

"Come on, you're all relaxed. You'll enjoy it. I know you like it."

"Don't!"

"And you'd be the first girl to let me do it to you."

I stopped and chewed on my lip. "Really? You've never actually...."

"Not in the butt, no."

"Wouldn't that make me a total slut like you keep saying I'm not? I mean, if no one else has...."

"First off, we don't have a large enough sample size to make that conclusion. Secondly, it wouldn't make you a slut. It would make you someone who's willing to try something you're secretly interested in, that would also happen to make your brother really, really happy."

"Really, really happy, huh?"

Denver shrugged. His smile held a calculated shyness. "It'd kinda make you my first, in a way."

Dammit, that was actually kind of enticing. I'd never be Denver's proper first time, not the way he was for me, but getting some kind of first held more of an appeal for me than I could reject out of hand.

"You bastard."

"You like the sound of that, don't you?"

"Goddammit, you know I do."

"Sooo...."

I turned my head away. He had me and he knew it, but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of openly admitting it.

After a moment of silence, Denver dared to shift his position forward. He pressed his steel-hard cock against my ass and let it settle naturally in the cleft between my cheeks. His slippery, lubed-up tip rubbed at my butthole. Knowing where it was going, feeling where it was going, made the anticipation all the more visceral.

Denver leaned over me and grabbed his other pillow from behind my head. He boosted my bottom even higher on it's cushioned resting place, seemingly happier with the new angle.

"This is so bad," I whispered.

"It's good," Denver insisted. "You know it is."

I shook my head petulantly, but he knew as well as I did that I was committed by this point. He also recognized, to my annoyance, that I wasn't as averse to getting butt-fucked as I let on. Maybe it was the idea of being his first time for this one thing; maybe that was enough. Then again, maybe I'd never really been as opposed to it as I thought I was. Sure it was kind of gross, but arguably so was incest, and I sure didn't let that stop me.

Denver pressed the head of his cock directly against my relaxed and lubricated rear hole. It was my last chance to stop him if I so chose. Instead, I fell back on my favourite trick. As my brother's erection slowly penetrated my ass, I adopted a look of indifference and pretended like nothing was happening.

In truth, it wasn't even unpleasant. It neither hurt, nor felt unbearably disgusting to me. It didn't feel as naturally enjoyable as normal sex, mind you, but it was alright.

"That doesn't hurt, does it?" Denver asked.

I shrugged. "Whatever."

"Whatever?" Denver examined me curiously for a moment, then seemed to realize what I was doing. "Sure. Ok. 'Whatever.'"

He didn't let my act of nonchalance stop him. He was gentle--this time appreciated--but eager to properly ass fuck his little sister too. That was probably understandable from a boy's perspective. I mainly focused on staying calm and relaxed as my butt was invaded more thoroughly than ever before.

"I hope you're enjoying this," I said as casually as I could.

Denver grinned like a kid at Christmas. "I really am."

"Well... good."

His little thrusts were getting progressively harder and deeper. My butt was opening up to my brother's cock, welcoming him warily, but oh so snugly. He was getting excited, control slipping away in tiny increments. I didn't expect him to last too long. Hopefully he wouldn't. A nice quick orgasm would be ideal, enough to sate his exploratory urges for a while.

I gasped as Denver started rubbing my clit. His touch was something more than usual, something special. The way my filled ass added to the sensation was like nothing I could have predicted. It was a subtle difference, but enough to get my attention. By themselves, getting ass-fucked was ok, and having my clit played with was fantastic. Together, they had the power to melt me.

"There it is," Denver said just a little smugly.

I didn't even care what he thought. As long as he kept rubbing my favourite place while he got himself off, everything was good. In fact, everything was damn near perfect.

My brother's anal treatment of me got kind of forceful, more so than he probably meant. If I'd just been putting up with it, I might have had to stop him. Since every movement he made translated into delicious sensations in my clit, even the occasional minor pain just helped make my eyes roll back in blissful surrender.

As I correctly predicted, Denver didn't last as long as he had in my pussy. What I hadn't anticipated was that I'd actually be sad when he was done. He lost focus on my clit before he was quite finished in my ass, which was the opposite of my preferred order. But honestly, the loss of either part of the combination brought the event back to a lower plane of sexuality.

At least I got to have Denver cum inside me without having to worry about consequences. He deposited his gooey mess as deep in my butt as he could. I watched his face and felt the flexing and straining of his shaft, trying to take it all in before it was over.

"So are you going to admit you liked it, or what?" Denver asked.

I rolled my head to the side and feigned a yawn. "Whatever. You had your fun, now how about you lick me for a while or something."

Denver groaned and pulled me by the arm to an almost sitting position. "What am I going to do with you?"

"I told you. Lick me."

He rolled his eyes and grinned. Then he kissed me, and once again I felt myself melting a little. I was pretty sure he would have let me go and pulled out of my butt, but I wrapped my arms around his neck and kept my lips working on his. I wanted to feel his cock soften all the way to nothing inside me, and dammit that's what I was going to do.

****

After getting eaten out to a pair of successful orgasms, and of course getting cleaned up, I was ready to just chill out. Denver and I grabbed some half-assed breakfast--that very nearly qualified as lunch--and rooted ourselves firmly to the living room couch in front of an episode of Gilmore Girls. We were cuddling even before our food was gone.

"Where do you think Mom and Dad got to?" Denver asked.

"Don't know. More walking maybe? Socializing perhaps? Hell, maybe yard work. Did you think to check out the window?"

"Nope. Did you?"

I giggled. "Not so much."

It was funny to me that we were both so happy and relaxed that we couldn't even think straight. I snuggled deeper into Denver, the remainder of my breakfast forgotten. I closed my eyes in spite of our show and simply let myself fall adrift in a flow of pithy dialogue and the comfort of my brother's embrace. It was all a girl could really ask for in life.

"Damn, that's nice," Denver mumbled quietly.

I smiled with my eyes still shut. "You checking out Lorelai again?"

"Well I mean, you've seen her ass. Come on, though."

"Is it you favourite now or something?"

"Of course not," Denver said promptly. "That would be yours."

"Damn right it is."

Somehow Denver's correct answer led to me giving him a blowjob. The timeline kind of made sense; I rubbed his crotch a little, he grabbed my tits, we wrestled a bit and I ended up in his lap.... I wasn't quite sure how or when I ended up on my knees in front of my brother with his cock in my mouth, but I most assuredly did.

I truly loved it. Gone were the days of my uncertainty, my pretense, and ambivalence. I sucked my brother's cock, and I enjoyed it. I liked the way it felt, the pleasure he got out of it, the way he looked at me, and the way he ran his fingers adoringly through my hair. It was all so damn good.

Of course, it was kind of a stupid thing to do. A blowjob in the living room in the middle of the day was dumb beyond description, and we should have known it. We were just too giddy, too full of lust and hormones. We didn't notice our parents getting back until it was way too late.

I heard the most horrible strangled squeak just as Denver was cumming in my mouth. I whipped my head around, catching a shot of cum across my cheek for my trouble, and found Mom leaning desperately against the living room door frame with her hand across her mouth. Dad was still talking to her from further away, blissfully unaware of the scene she'd stumbled into.

Thus began the very calmest full-blown panic of my life. We were already dead. There was no disguising what Denver and I had done, no explaining it away, not even a little uncertainty to give us some wiggle room. His cock was out, my face displayed the result of our sexual activity, and I was still on my knees in front of him if any further proof were required. It was too late to do anything about it, so I didn't.

With a body trembling so hard it remained perfectly still, I swallowed the load in my mouth. I met Mom's eyes, noted the dismay, the horror, the utter bewilderment therein. There was simply nothing I could do to make it any worse. It was quite a liberating experience in its own way.

My gaze was level, my voice unwavering. I was already as in trouble as I could possibly get. "What?" I said. "I was just getting a healthy snack like you're always telling me to."

Mom was unamused. Denver let out an involuntary snort, which he tried to cover as a cough. The following moment dragged out for hour-long seconds.

"Go to your room," Mom said in an icily controlled tone.

"'K, but--"

"Now."

I shrugged, stood up, and simply did as I was told. I hadn't been yelled at or figuratively murdered yet. So far so good.

Denver was trapped alone with Mom. I hoped he'd be ok. As the elder, and the boy to boot, he might end up taking more heat than me. There was nothing I could do for him. He was on his own.

Once in my room, I examined my face. The lone cum-streak across it really wasn't all that impressive in some ways, but its significance couldn't be overstated. It made me feel bizarrely sexy, and even more marked than my tummy-load the night before. I gave into an insane urge and snapped a picture of myself. Maybe I'd share it with someone at some point. Maybe it'd just be for me. Maybe I'd delete it as soon as I calmed down and got some rational thought back.

Mom remained pissed for a long while after the fact. Denver and I weren't even allowed unsupervised contact; basically just meals and some tv time as long as one or both parents were also present.

I wondered many a time if Dad had ever been told what happened, or if he figured it out, or if he remained in the dark. He knew something was up, he couldn't possibly have missed Mom's outrage at her children, but damned if I was going to ask if he knew what it was. Either way, he didn't act any differently around me, and I appreciated that.

Mom tried to keep us in our separate rooms at night. For a few weeks she'd stay up way too late to make sure there was no sneaking around. Little did she understand there was no hour late enough for her to keep me away from my brother. All three of us suffered for our lack of sleep. Dad suffered the brunt of a cranky, sleep-deprived family, and I tried to be extra nice to him to make up for it.

Eventually Mom gave up. She maintained discipline during waking hours, at least enough for show, but nights belonged to Denver and me again. She recognized what he and I already knew; we weren't going to let her come between us. Even when I was too tired to sneak down to him, he'd visit me instead. It wasn't even all about sex. Sometimes we just slept together. We needed it.

I never knew when or if Mom learned to accept it, but she never brought it up again. Things gradually returned to normal, and I noticed neither of our parents ever knocked on our doors first thing in the morning. It wasn't exactly a loving acceptance, but it was about the best we could have reasonably asked for.

I got to wake up in my brother's arms every morning; that was enough for me.
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