ned what it would feel like if he would slowly push the towel down, revealing her beautiful breasts. He was getting horny again, he couldn't take it anymore...

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"Jessica?"  
"Scott!! Hi!!" said a voice on the other end of the phone.
Jessica was the hotty of the 11th grade. She was the epitome of perfection. She had long, flowing blond hair, and blue, seductive eyes that could cut through any guy's ego and pride and make him literally beg for a taste of her. Rumor had it that she had fucked every single guy in the 11th AND 12th grade, and what was amazing was that even after all that, she was never called a whore, she was always known between guys as a sex goddess. Even girls, who would normally think of a girl like Jessica as a complete tramp, actually envied her!

A few months back, Jessica approached Scott during a house party, and what she wanted was very obvious. Scott, of course, had been more than willing, he was even WAITING for his turn with Jessica! But he had played it smart. Unlike every other guy, he somehow managed to resist temptation, and instead of fucking her like all guys did, he just teased her. He would kiss her neck, he would slowly massage her breasts but would never touch her nipples, he would stick his hands down her pants and would draw circles with his finger around her shaved pussy, but he NEVER touched her sweet spot, and he never fucked her. The reason for all of this was because Scott didn't want to become another notch on Jessica's belt, he wanted to have her again and again. And bye teasing her, he made HER beg for him, and ever since then, she's always been flirting with him and chasing him, and he'd flirt back, but would never go all the way with her. But today, he needed it badly...

"How's it going babe?"
"Not that great," she said, sounding hornier than ever.
"How come?"
"You know why Scott, stop being an asshole!"
Scott laughed, and said: "What? What did I ever do to you?"
"Oh you KNOW what you did to me, and what you've been doing to me for 4 months now!!!"
"Oh? And what's that?" he asked.
"Scott, I've done everything short of begging, PLEASE let's just get it over with!"
Bingo, Scott had her. "You know what, fine, how about you come over to my place and we'll deal with this problem? There's no one here."
"I need 10 minutes!" she almost yelled with excitement.
Scott hung up the phone, and sat back, waiting. Jessica was no Trisha, but right now he just needed to get laid.

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Scott opened the door. "Why hello there!"
Quoting Eddie Murphey: "You know when a girl's so fine that she makes you feel so ugly?" That pretty much sums up how hot Jessica looked. No wonder the girl was into small time modeling and local TV commercials!

She was wearing the most revealing top that Scott had ever seen. Her breasts were literally popping out of her top, save for the nipples, and the top ended an inch below the lower part of her breasts. The jeans she was wearing, however, was what made Scott (and probably every guy who saw her wearing them) stop dead in his tracks. The term "low waist jeans" didn't even BEGIN to describe how low they were! Scott could see her sexy curves, and he could also see her hip bones going down into the jeans to where her sweet temple lay waiting for him.

Jessica didn't waste any time. She literally pounced on Scott, driving him back several feet, and she immediately locked lips with him. She literally forced her tongue down his throat, almost choking him. They tasted each other's sweet saliva, and after a few seconds Scott pulled back.
"Whoa, slow down! It's like you haven't been laid in a while or something!" Scott closed the door, not caring if any of the neighbours saw that little episode.
"Fuck you Scott, quit playing games with me or I swear I'm leaving!"
"What am I doing?"
Jessica stepped back and looked Scott in the eye, and then she said: "You know what? Fuck it, I'm leaving."
Scott grabbed her arm, and she stopped. He turned her around and said: "You're not going anywhere."
"Really? What, like you're gonna stop me?" she said in defiance.
"You bet your fucking ass I'm gonna stop you!"
"And how are you gonna do that? By teasing me like a littl-" Scott put his hand on Jessica's ass and violently pulled her towards him, rubbing his still-concealed cock on her crotch area. Jessica literally gasped, not expecting that out of Scott at all.
"Is this good enough for you?" He looked her in the eyes, and he saw a look he knew all too well, a look Jessica had given him many times. It was the look of lust and desire. Jessica didn't answer, she just put her hands under Scott's shirt and felt his ripped exterior as Scott continued to rub his crotch against hers. As she touched his wonderfully shaped and rock solid upper body, she could feel her pussy start to drip with juices that longed to smother Scott's cock. She moved in and attacked Scott's lips. She bit them gently, and then she broke the kiss, moved closer to Scott's ear, and whispered: "Let's go upstairs, I want you NOW!"

Hearing that, Scott almost immediately came in his pants. He was unbelivably horny, and he had no time for foreplay or teasing today. He wanted to fuck her. Period.
"Fuck my room, let's do it right here," and with that Scott ripped open the tiny piece of cloth called a "top" that Jessica was wearing, which wasn't too hard since it was held together by nothing but a string that went around her back. Scott immediately put his lips around her right nipple and rolled his tongue over it. Jessica, who had had her right nipple sucked too many times to count, still moaned at the feeling of his hot tongue sliding over her delicate spot. Scott took her other lonely nipple between his fingers and tugged and squeezed it, setting mixed jolts of pain and ecstacy through Jessica's body.

Jessica was starting to lose control. She literally shoved Scott back onto the living room couch, and she jumped on him and straddled him. She pinned his arms down onto the couch, and came really close to his face. She stuck her tongue out and slowly licked Scott's lips. She lifted Scott's shirt over his head, removing it and tossing it aside. She went to work on Scott's own nipple, sucking it and giving it a few bites every now and then. Scott grunted with pain, but was enjoying every moment of this.

Jessica moved down, kissing his well-shaped abdomen, and she reached the hem of his shorts. She bit the hem of his shorts, and paused to look up at Scott, giving him a seductive look, almost as if she was saying "Watch this..."
In one quick motion, Jessica moved her body down and at the same time yanked the shorts back with her teeth, revealing Scott's boxers. Scott helped Jessica by pushing his lower body up and allowed her to yank his shorts free with her teeth. She came up, his shorts still in her teeth, and she violently tossed them aside like an enranged animal. She looked at Scott's boxers, which had formed a tent that
was 8 inches high. She immediately grabbed a hold of Scott's newly formed tent and squeezed it hard, as if punishing Scott for making her wait so long. She undid the sole button of Scott's boxers, and she slowly put her hand inside the hole, fishing around for Scott's cock. She grabbed it and pulled it through the hole. She paused and just looked at the cock in her hand.
"Oh god..." he heard her whisper as she just stared at Scott's member. He could tell she wanted it bad; right now Jessica was in ecstacy, and Scott was about to give her the pounding of her life.

Jessica lowered her face to Scott's cock, and with no hesitation whatsoever, she took it into her mouth. Scott sucked in a deep breath, loving the feeling of Jessica's lips wrapped tight around his cock.
"MMhhmm.. mmmmm... mmmhhmm..." moaned Jessica, as she let her tongue slide all over Scott's shaft. Scott was ready to explode just hearing Jessica moan.

Focusing on the moment and trying to enjoy it as much as possible, Scott raised his head to see what Jessica looked like while she sucked his cock. What Scott saw made his heart skip a beat.

He saw Trisha, her sweet lips wrapped around his cock, and she was sucking it with urgency, as if she needed her daily dose of cum. Her head bobbed up and down, and she took every last inch of Scott's cock into her mouth, deep-throating him with every insertion. Scott was still trying to understand what the hell had just happened, but seeing his sister like this, he didn't give a shit. He thought it was better to just let it be and worry about it later, he wasn't planning on ruining the first imaginary blow-job from his sister!!!

Trisha continued to suck Scott's cock, taking the cock out of her mouth every now and then so that she can suck his balls as she stroked his shaft vigorously. Scott closed his eyes and tilted his head back, not caring if this was a dream or if it was real. All he knew was that Trisha sucking his cock was the most amazing feeling he had ever felt.

"You enjoying this baby?"
Scott snapped back to reality. He opened his eyes and looked up to see Jessica holding on to his cock.
"You bet your fucking ass I'm-"
Jessica and Scott froze as they heard someone fumbling with keys outside the door.
"Shit! It's my parents," whispered Scott. But it was too late. The door swung open, and a figure appeared in the doorway. It wasn't Scott's parents; it was Trisha.

Trisha walked into the pitch-black living room, no clue that her brother and Jessica were butt-naked on the couch. She flicked on the lights, and closed the door. Then she turned, and she saw Scott and some blond girl on the couch.
All three of them just stared at each other, no one saying a word. The image was actually sort of funny: Trisha just standing there, Scott and Jessica on the couch, with Scott sitting up and Jessica still holding on to Scott's cock. Trisha looked at Scott. Then she looked at Jessica. Her look of shocked turned into a look of anger. She folded her arms, and just waited for Jessica to get the picture.

After Jessica got the hint, she quickly put on her top, got up, and starting walking to the door. She made eye contact with Trisha, and she could've sworn that Trisha was giving her the most evil look in the world. She didn't bother saying anything, she just opened the door and left. And now it was still Scott and Trisha in the room, with Scott's cock still poking out of his boxers and looking up at the ceiling; for some reason the shock hadn't affected his horniness. Trisha looked at Scott, and then her eyes dropped down to his cock. Realizing that she was staring too long, she quickly looked up, back at Scott.

She finally spoke: "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Scott looked back at her with disbelief, and said: "Excuse me?"
"You heard me, what the hell was SHE doing here?"
Scott was now getting pissed; not only did Trisha ruin his fuck-session with Jessica, she was now also giving him attitude!
"What the hell are you talking about? What, all of a sudden I'm not allowed to get laid?"
"Not by a tramp like her! Do you even KNOW how many guys she's been with?" Apparently, not just Scott's school knew about Jessica! But Scott didn't care how or why she knew about her.
"What the fuck do YOU care? Since when have you been so picky about who I fuck?"
"Scott you're my brother! Do you want everyone thinking that you're nothing but another one of Jessica's boy-toys? No decent girl will EVER look your way!"

Scott got up off the couch, somehow forgetting that his cock was still dangling out of his boxers! At that point though, he was too busy being pissed off at Trisha. He started raising his voice.
"What the hell is you're problem? I'll fuck whoever I want!"
Trisha started raising her voice too: "Put some fucking clothes on! I don't want your cock in my face!" Scott looked down and realized that his cock, which was now starting to soften since the moment was clearly gone, was slowly crawling back into his boxers. He pushed what remained back into his boxers, picked up the rest of his clothes, and ran up the stairs towards his room. He got to his room and slammed the door.

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Scott woke up next morning, still in his boxers from the night before. He made his way to his bathroom, washed his face, all the time thinking about what had happened the night before. He had no clue how he was supposed to deal with Trisha. As he made his way downstairs towards the kitchen, he knew that Trisha might not even be up yet, and even if she was, his parents would be downstairs, so he wouldn't have to face her. He walked into the kitchen, and he saw Trisha next to the stove. She heard him come in, and turned around.

"Hey! How'd you sleep?" Scott was confused, why was she being herself? Didn't she feel even REMOTELY weird after last night?
"Umm... fine I guess... Where are mom and dad?"
"Oh, they left early, they went to grandma's, it's sunday remember?" Sundays were the official family get-together days.
"Oh, yeah... So, umm... why didn't you go?"
"I told them that I wasn't feeling too well, they told me to wait for you to wake up and for both of us to meet them there later. SO! You hungry? I'm making pancakes!"
"Yeah sure, I'll have some." Scott sat down at the kitchen table. He leaned back on the chair, looked up at the cieling and ran his hands through his messy hair, trying to make any sense of what the hell was happening. He looked at Trisha, and he realised that she was wearing nothing but a shirt that just covered her underwear. Scott just stared; Trisha NEVER wore stuff like that around the house!

Trisha turned the stove off, put the last pancake on a plate, and walked over to the kitchen table. She put the plate in front of Scott, and then she said: "Oh wait, let me get you a fork and some syrup." She walked over to one of the drawers, and she grabbed a fork. As she made her way to the pantry to get the syrup, she dropped the fork.
"Damnit... let me get you another one." She bent down to pick up the fork, her back to Scott. And then Scott saw that he was wrong earlier. The shirt didn't come down just enough to cover her underwear. It came down to cover ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! Scott quickly looked away. He was sure that Trisha forgot that she was naked, and he didn't want her to see him looking. But then again, why was she acting all weird, and wearing clothes she never wore before? And why did she have her back to him, making SURE he got a good view of her snatch?

Trisha got another fork, threw the dirty one in the sink, walked over to the pantry, got the syrup, and came back and sat down next to Scott.
"Here, let me," she said with the sweetest smile. She opened the bottle, and she put some syrup on Scott's pancakes. As she pulled the bottle back to close it, she dropped some syrup on her thigh.

"Oops," she said, as Scott just stared at his sister's sexy thigh with a dollop of syrup on it that was starting to slide down her leg. Then, Trisha bent down and using her finger, she slowly moved it up the line of syrup that made its way down her leg, all the way to her thigh, wiping it all clean. She was left with syrup all over her finger. She stuck her finger out in front of Scott's face and laughed, saying: "Want some?"

Scott just stared at her, not knowing what the hell was going on. Well, he sort of KNEW what was going on, but he wasn't 100% sure, and even if he WAS right, he had no clue what he was supposed to do.
"No? Ok, more for me!" and she stuck her tongue out and slowly licked the syrup off her finger. She then put her finger in her mouth and sucked it, savoring the taste in her mouth.

Scott, still in his boxers, was starting to get a hard on, the type that gets so big and hard that it literally HURTS! He moved closer to the table, trying to hide it.
"Well? Are you gonna eat?"
"Oh, uh.. yeah..." Scott took the fork, and his hand was trembling at all that he had just seen his sister do. Trisha put her hand on his, and she looked at him, a look of concern on her face.
"Scott, honey, what's wrong?"

Scott had had enough. He threw the fork away, got up and pushed everything off the table. He then picked Trisha up and sat her down on the table. He got a good look down her shirt at her beautiful tits. He looked up at her and he asked:
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"SCOTT? WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU? STOP!"
Scott pushed her down on the table and pinned her arms down. He was face to face with her.
"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU TEASING ME LIKE THAT?" he yelled.
"S... Scott! What're you talking about? You're scaring me!"

Scott looked down, and he saw that one of Trisha's tits had popped out of her shirt. Her nipple was even more gorgeous than he could've imagine. Not too big, and not too small, with not a single hair in sight, absolutely flawless. He looked up at her, and then he moved down, his eyes still locked onto hers. He reached her nipple, and he stuck his tongue out and barely touched it.

"SCOTT! OH GOD... STOP IT I'M YOUR SISTER!!!" Scott sensed the slightest hint of desire in her voice. He took her nipple into his mouth and started sucking it. Trisha put her head back, still begging.
"Scott... please... don't do this..." Scott didn't care anymore. He wanted to get it over with. His id had completely taken over his consciousness; he had succumbed to his inner desires.

Scott reached down and took his cock out of his boxers. He lifted up Trisha's shirt, revealing her shaved pussy. He positioned himself in front of her hole. Trisha knew what was about to happen...
"Scott... no..." And with one quick motion, Scott dove into her pussy with all his might, not caring if he ripped her apart.
"SCOOOTTT!!!! STOOOOOPPP IIIT!!! PLEEASSE JUST STOOOOO-"

"Honey, what's wrong?"
Scott snapped out of his dream. "God damnit..." he said.
"What? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm not hungry anymore." He tried to get up, but Trisha stopped him.
"Wait, this is about last night, right?"
"Not really. Listen, I don't wanna talk about it..." this time he got up and walked out of the kitchen. Trisha watched Scott leave, and then she smiled, just like the time in her room...


(end of part 2)

okay... bear with me, part 3 cumming soon if ppl still like this!

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Part 3

Scott enjoyed the feeling of hot water washing all over his body. He desperately needed to release his load after his little episode with Trisha. He had a routine that he enjoyed when he wanted to masturbate in the shower. He turned the hot water knob until the water was really hot, but still at a temperature that Scott could withstand and still enjoy the feeling of the heat. He then increased the flow of hot water coming out of the shower head until it was gushing out at a higher speed and was roughly pounding his chest. He then turned around, and tilted his head back, so that the water was hitting the top part of the back of his head. Using some of his extra lathery soap which he specially asks his mom to buy because he "likes the scent," Scott took his now fully erect cock in his hands and started to slowly stroke it. He closed his eyes, loving the feeling of the near boiling water hitting the back of the top of his head and dripping down all over his shoulder blades, his lower back, down his muscular cheeks, and then finally down his well shaped calves.

(Author's note: I encourage guys, and maybe even girls, to try the process I described just once at least. You literally feel the blood in your head start to boil, and it's an extremely relaxing not to mention arousing feeling. The first time I masturbated this way, it was by far the best self-delivered orgasm I had ever felt! I'm actually considering doing it now........ ok... be right back................................... ok i'm back... whew!!! You all should try it!! Anyway, where was I... Oh yes, Scott's calves...)

Scott was careful with the tempo at which he stroked his stiffness, he wanted the feeling to last. Images of him and Trisha flew into his mind. Scott was sucking on her nipples, his arms around her back, holding her tight, while Trisha arched her back and moaned endlessly. Scott dropped one of his hands down to Trisha's sacred hotbox, feeling every inch of her abdomen along the way. The second he touched her dripping cunt, Trisha almost yelled in ecstacy.

"Oh God Scott, you're fucking driving me crazy..." she said in between moans and gasps.Scott continued invading his sister's pussy, teasing her by inserting one finger barely an inch into her. She started thrusting her hips forward, attempting to suck in as much as she could of Scott's finger, but Scott would pull his finger out, always leaving nothing but that one inch inside her.

"Scott.... please... just DO it already..." Scott didn't care about what she wanted, he wanted to pay her back for all the teasing. He continued to keep just that one inch inside, slowly moving it around her pussy, feeling every part of her inner walls.

"SCOTT... you bastard just FUCK ME!!!" That was what Scott wanted, he wanted Trisha to beg for it. He took his finger out and moved in closer to her, positioning his cock just outside her pussy walls. He moved his hands down to her butt cheeks, and dove into her with such force that if he had missed her pussy he would have done serious damage to his cock. Trisha screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure at the sudden invasion. Scott started to fuck his sister's dripping pussy, taking all 8 inches of it out, and then slowly sticking all of it in. He could swear he could feel his cock touching the back of Trisha's pussy. He started to build up his rhythm, and Trisha was meeting Scott's every thrust with one of her own, matching his speed. A rhythmic tapping of Scott's nut sack began to get louder and louder as both of them were starting to fuck like lustful animals.

"Oh God... oh shit... Scott... fuck me... harder.. faster!!! Come on, fuck the shit out of your sister!! Ohhhh... God... I'm gonna cum..." Scott started to drill her with all his might, entering deep into her pussy, ravaging her entire body as he did so.

"Scott... SCOTT... SCOTT... I'm cummmmiiiiiiiiiinnnnngggg!!!!!" At those words, and at the feeling of Trisha cumming all over his dick, Scott was sent over the edge, and he finally released the load that has been begging for freedom...

As Scott came down from his climax, he was breathing heavily, his cock still hard, oozing out the remaining cum that didn't make it out in the four full bursts he let loose. The hot water was still hitting his head. He finally opened his eyes, and savored the feeling of the blood in his head moving about at full speed because of the constant heat being applied to it. After his breathing returned to normal, he cleaned himself and finished up his shower.

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Scott put on some boxers and lay down on his bed to relax. He knew he should be getting dressed to go to his grandma's, but at the moment he just wanted to kick back and relax. His hormones have been off the charts ever since Trisha came, and he was having a hard time dealing with it. Even though he had just delivered himself sexually, he still craved Trisha more than ever, and was even thinking of watching Jason and his sister on his computer again. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Scott? Can I come in?" It was Trisha.

"Yeah, sure." Trisha opened the door and stood in the doorway. She was still wearing the same thing, nothing but a shirt that barely covered the temple that Scott would do anything to visit. He sat up cross-legged and leaned against the back of his bed.

"Can I talk to you?" Without waiting for an answer, she approached him and sat opposite him on the bed with her legs strategically placed in front of her, and bent and stuck together so that Scott wouldn't be able to see her snatch. Scott admired her amazing legs, and wished nothing more than to wrap his arms around them and kiss and lick every inch of them. Her legs were the sexiest he had ever seen. He looked at Trisha who was looked straight at him, and he could've sworn that she was about to smile. But she didn't, instead she spoke.

"Scott, what's wrong with you? You're not being yourself lately, like something's on your mind. You can tell me you know, we've always been there for each other remember?" Scott sighed, he really didn't want to have this conversation with her.

"Trish, it's kinda hard to explain, and anyway, we need to get going to grandma's place."

"Don't worry about that, I called dad and told him that I'm still feeling sick and that you're gonna stay with me to look after me."

"Why'd you do that?" Scott felt he knew the reason, but he wasn't entirely sure, and he didn't think he would get that lucky anyway."

"Cuz I know something's wrong with you, and I wanna be there for you, in any... way... possible..." Trisha looked Scott in the eyes, and Scott saw that look of lust again. This time, however, he didn't want his thoughts to wander again.

"Look," he said, "I've just been... well... I've been really horny for the past few days. I was hoping that I'd fuck Jessica and that I'd satisfy my horniness, but you obviously put a quick end to that, and now I'm even hornier."

Trisha smiled, and said: "Scott, I really didn't want you to fuck her. And you know why? It's cuz I don't think she can satisfy enough. I don't think she can give you as much pleasure as you need."

"Trish, I know you're my sister and you wanna watch out for me and everything, but I mean there's limits to how much you can interfere with my life. I needed a quicky, and Jessica was more than willing, you had no right acting the way you did that night."

"I know," she replied, looking down at her feet, "but I guess I was just a bit..." and she paused.

Scott was at full attention now, trying not to focus on her sexy legs. "A bit what?"

Trisha took her time, and finally she said: "A bit... jealous..." She continued to look down, apparently ashamed at what she had just said.

Scott was speechless. He simply blinked. He was at a loss for words, and was struggling to say something. The only thing he could think of was: "Um... what?"

Trisha still looked down, placing her chin on her knees with the innocent and most angelic look on her face. "You heard me, I was jealous."

"Why the hell were you jealous?" Scott replied quickly. With that, Trisha looked up at him, and making sure she had Scott's eyes focusing on hers, she slowly opened her legs, just enough for Scott to be able to see what she intended him to see. Scott sensed her legs moving, but kept his eyes locked on hers. After analyzing the movement in his head, he realized that she had opened her legs ever so slightely. Thinking that it was a mistake that she would adjust very soon, he continued to look into her eyes, not wanting to be caught looking down. For the next few seconds, Scott just looked into Trisha's eyes, and she looked back, and no one said anything. He waited for what seemed like an hour for her to close her legs, as silence continued to fill the room. After an eternity, Scott couldn't take it anymore. A good 15 seconds had passed with them just looking at each other, and Scott didn't care anymore. He allowed his eyes to drop down.

He first saw her feet, and caught himself thinking that Trisha had perfect toes, and a whole fantasy involving whipped cream, Trisha's toes, and Scott's tongue entered his head. His eyes started tracing her soft skinned legs, beautiful and perfect. As his gazed continued to move up her legs, he reached her thighs, incredibly sexy, absolutely flawless. And finally, he saw it, the great shrine. Trisha's pussy. It was perfectly shaved, and some of it slightly protruded from the inside, indicating to Scott that Trisha may have thoughts of her own going through her mind. He could literally feel the heat being given out by her pussy, and he could almost smell it from where he was. He wanted to taste her so bad. After looking at this beautiful sight for a while, Scott remembered that Trisha was in the room too along with her pussy. He looked up at her, and realized that she was looking down, right at his fully erect cock and the tent it had formed under his boxers. She had a far away look in her eyes, as if she was having her own fantasies. Scott looked at his sister's chest, where her beautiful tits seemed to be struggling to get out of that shirt. Her nipples were extremely hard and jutted out, creating one of the sexiest and most memorable scenes that Scott has ever seen. Scott's dick was harder than it had ever been.

So there they were, sitting there, no one saying a word, both of them staring, but not touching. Not moving. Barely even breathing. Scott was wondering if he should make a move, if he should simply break the silence, or if he should shut up and simply wait for Trisha to take matters in her own hands. Finally, Trisha was the one to act. She moved her right foot towards Scott, slowly making her way across the bed sheets. She lifted it slightly, and slowly continued moving forward, until her foot finally hit its mark: Scott's dick.

Scott did the only thing he could. He shuddered, uncontrollably. The feeling of his sister's foot on his crotch almost made him cum right then and there. He looked up at Trisha, his mouth still open in shock, and realized she was looking straight at him, the innocent, angelic look gone and replaced a look of lust and desire. Trisha started to gently massage her brother's dick, slowly moving it around to feel all 8 inches of it, and making fist with her toes when she reached the head, trying to grasp the head with her foot.

Suddenly, Scott and Trisha heard a car pull up in the driveway. Trisha jumped up and looked out the window, and saw the all too familiar 1999 red Volvo.

"Shit, it's mom and dad!" She started to make her way out of Scott's room. She stopped halfway, turned around, and looked at Scott, who was still in shock at what his sister had done. She quickly came over to his bed, bent down, and gently planted the softest kiss on the corner of Scott's mouth. She moved to his ear, and whispered: "Sorry..." And she hurried out of his room. Scott was left with a raging erection and a dumbfounded look on his face.

<<end of part 3>>

more soon! :)

styled in a messy way. Scott was 18 years old, and would soon graduate from school and
move to Montreal to stay with Trisha.
"Well? What do you think? Have I grown or have I grown?" he said with a smile.
"Wow! You've changed so much! Gotten all big and muscular. Who're you trying to impress, huh?"
"Haha, no one... I just decided to get in shape that's all."
She didn't look half bad either. She was wearing a short red dress that did a wonderful job of outlining her hot body and her sexy curves. He checked her out over and over before saying:
"You've been doing a great job keeping yourself in shape too Trish! Looking sexier than ever!"
"Hey now, don't get all perverted on me!" she said, starting to slightly blush. He loved his relationship with his sister, how they would talk about anything and everything, and how they've never been ashamed of each other.
"Come on, mom and dad are waiting." He picked up her bags and they walked out of the airport doors.

They got home, and after all the kissing, hugging and greeting was done and over with, Trisha went up to her room to unpack and shower. Scott stood in the doorway as she unpacked, talking to her about his ex-girlfriends, about how his senior year of highschool has been pretty dull till now, the football team, and other things going on in his life. As he talked and she unpacked, he couldn't stop looking at her ass.
"Stop it you pervert, she's your fucking sister," he thought to himself. But he couldn't help it. At 24, Trisha was probably what most guys' wet dreams were all about. 5'7", long black hair that she liked to tie back in a bun, which helped emphasize her gorgeous green eyes, and the most wonderful pair of 36-C's known to man, all mounted on a perfectly shaped, curvaceous body. His friends had always cracked jokes at the fact that if Trisha was their sister, they'd be fucking her day and night. And the only reason Scott always cussed them out and also laughed along instead of getting pissed was that deep down, he wished for the very thing they were joking about.

He couldn't take it anymore. He moved closer to his sister, a look of lust completely taking over his face. She looked at him, puzzled.
"Scott what's wrong? Are you okay?"
He said nothing. He just looked at her. He wanted her, and he wanted her NOW. He grabbed her and pushed her onto the bed.
"Scott what're you-" but she barely had time to utter those words before Scott was on top of her, pinning her down. Being 6'2" and simply a mass of muscle, there was no way she could get away from him.
She squirmed and squirmed, then she just stopped and looked at him with a look of fear in her eyes. Then, she figured out what he wanted.
"Scott... you're my brother... we can't-"
"Shhh. It's okay..." He moved closer and closer to her lips...

"Scott! Having another wet dream?" Scott snapped back to reality. She smiled at him. He didn't quite get what she meant until he looked down and saw what she was talking about.
"Oh! Shit... I'm sorry..." He was beyond embarassed; his 8 inch cock stood straight and hard through his jeans. Trisha started laughing, gave him and wink and said:
"Well don't just stand there you freak! Go do something about that! I don't want that in my face all day!"
He breathed a sigh of relief. He was glad she was taking this as a joke. He managed a smile and went to his room. He closed the door, shut his eyes and tried to erase that dream about him and Trisha from his mind.

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"Trisha will you PLEASE hurry up?" Scott was getting very impatient waiting for his sister to finish getting dressed so they could head down to the gym together.
Finally Trisha came downstairs, and Scott's eyes bulged out of their sockets.
"What're you looking at dork?" she asked as she playfully shoved him aside and went out the door. She was halfway across the lawn when she turned around.
"Well? Today?"
"Oh! Yeah... coming..." Scott could barely talk. His sister simply took his breath away. She was wearing the tightest shorts and top, and he could clearly see hard hard nipples sticking out through the plain red top she was wearing. He got into the car and fumbled with the keys trying to put them in the socket to start the engine. Suddenly Trisha put her hand on his hand and guided it to place the key properly. Their eyes locked for a second, and she asked:
"Scott sweety, are you ok?"
"I... yeah, I'm cool," he started the engine and drove to the gym.

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"Hey kids! How'd the workout go?" Trisha and Scott's parents sat cuddling on the couch watching TV.
"It was cool, had a pretty decent work out, which doesn't really go for this little wimp here." She put her arm around Scott.
"Scott sweety what's the matter?" asked his mom.
"It's nothing, I'm just exhausted, I couldn't focus on working out today. I'm just gonna go shower and get some rest."
Trisha pushed her brother aside and ran upstairs yelling: "Not if I'm there before ya!"
"Great... just what I need," he thought. He went up to his room and switched his PC on. He hadn't masturbated in quite a while since he never really needed to; his past girlfriends were always "there for him at times of need." But now he needed to blow his load, because Trisha was driving him crazy. He opened his hidden file where he kept all his porn. After browsing for a few seconds, he played a movie of a sister riding her younger brother's cock.
"You lucky son of a bitch," he said to the brother on the screen, taking his cock out of his gym shorts. The brother now grabbed his sister, turned her around, and started fucking her ass.
"Oh Jason! You're so fucking big!!"
Jason continued to ram his sister, but Scott wasn't paying attention anymore. His thoughts drifted off to the sounds of the shower, where Trisha was probably soaping her body up while he sat there jerking off to a movie he had memorized by heart. Scott closed his eyes, and he was standing naked in the shower with Trisha. She had her back to him, and soap covered her entire body. Scott almost came just at the site of the mixture of soap and water running down her shoulders, down her lower back, and then down her beautiful curves and the sexiest butt cheeks ever. He couldn't move, he was paralyzed at how sexy and gorgeous she was. Her ass, her tits, her legs, her pussy, he wanted it all, and yet his desire couldn't even get him to budge. She turned towards him, giving him the sexiest "come-fuck-me" look. She handed him a loofa and said:
"Here, u can do my back." She gave him her back again, and he slowly started to scrub her back gently with the loofa. As he did that, she started letting out moaning sounds. Scott kept on scrubbing Trisha's back, and Trisha's moans of ecstacy continued. She suddenly turned around, and Scott had a full view of her body... She had beautiful tits, and her pussy was shaved, which was the one thing that turned him on more than anything. He spent a good 30 seconds admiring her body, and then he locked eyes with her. She was giving him a look with her gorgeous green eyes; a look that he had never seen before. It was a look controlled by an animal's instinct. It was a look of pure lust. They stood there for a while, just looking into each other's eyes. Trisha then finally spoke:
"Scott... I want you..."
Hearing that was more than enough for Scott. As if the words physically touched his cock, he instantly climaxed and shot his load...
Scott returned to reality and opened his eyes at the site of stream after stream of hot cum shooting up in the air. He was making a mess, but at that glorious moment, at the height of one's sexual fantasy, he simply didn't care (nor would any guy in that situation!). He rolled his eyes into the back of his head and simply enjoyed it, letting out a rough grunt between every stream that shot out of his cock. As he came down from his climax, he looked around.
"Fuck..." he said to himself, realizing that he had gotten cum all over his shorts, and over the computer table. Some of the cum that landed on the edge of the table was now slipping over the edge and was falling into the floor in sticky streams.
"Shit, what a mess..." he thought to himself. But he wasn't going to move yet, he was still resting from his explosive climax. Suddenly he heard Trisha. In his moment of pleasure he hadn't noticed that the sound of the shower was gone, signalling the end of Trisha's shower.
"Scott," she said as she opened the door and entered the room. "I just wanted to ask, do you want to go with me and a few friends to Hank's-" she froze in her tracks... "-pub..." She saw it all. Scott, with his cock still in his hands all covered in cum, with some streams of cum on the computer table and over his shorts. Scott was too stunned to even attempt to look for something to cover himself with.
Scott started talking to himself: "Shit... shit... shit... this is bad, this is REALLY fucking bad, okay... okay just calm down, make a joke out of it... wait no that's stupid..." But he didn't have to say anything, Trisha spoke first, finally breaking the awkward silence between them:
"Umm... wow, this is obviously a bad time. Sorry..." But for some reason, she just stood there, looking. Scott noticed that she had a towel wrapped tightly around her body, tight enough to make it seem that her breasts were about to explode out of the towel. Her wet hair fell over her shoulders and down to her upper back. She was absolutely stunning.
Then Scott thought to himself: "This is stupid, I just got caught with my pants down, literally, and here I am thinking about how hot my sister is..." He finally willed his clean hand to move and grab his gym towel, and he used it to cover himself up. Then he decided to break the awkward silence:
"Trisha, you know you can leave now, and fucking KNOCK before you come in next time!"
"I'm sorry," she replied, "I'm so, so sorry..." She quickly left and shut the door. Scott slumped in his chair: "Jesus..." He recovered from what had just happened, and he started cleaning himself up. One question kept repeating itself: "Why did she just stand there in the beginning? Normally a person would have left right away..."
As Scott cleaned up, he realised that Jason was still fucking his sister on his computer screen.
"Oh Jason!!! I'm gonna cum!!!"
He closed the media player, and then a thought hit him:
"This was still playing when Trisha came in, what if she saw it?" But he quickly dismissed that though thinking that even if she had seen it, she probably was too shocked to realise that this was an incest movie, she probably thought it was some regular porn movie. Considering the fact that she just caught him masturbating, it was no big deal. He finished cleaning up, grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Trisha was now in her room, still soaking wet from her shower. She stood with her back to the door, looking down at the floor, obviously involved in some deep thought. She knew what she had just seen. She was sure of it. There was absolutely no mistake: Scott had just finished masturbating, and she caught him in the act. But that wasn't what was on her mind; two other things were on her mind. The first was that Scott was definately checking her out. The second thing was that as Scott checked her out, she stole a glance and saw something else. And there was no mistake about what she had seen. She knew what she had seen on the computer screen, and she was also sure of the sounds that came out of the speakers, and what was being said: "Fuck me bro! Fuck me!" That one sentence was all she could hear during the entire awkward moment, but it was enough. The sentence played over and over in Trisha's head. Yes, she was sure. After a few seconds, a soft smile made its way accross her lips.


(end of part 1)

alrighty then!!! based on demand and based on suggestions, part 2 might be cumming soon ;)