"Mom's made you uptight," Bob said now. "You're a very good-looking woman, Sis. You really ought to get out more."
"I'm going to take your advice," she said. "I'm going to look for a place of my own. I'll look next week."
He stroked her hair and sipped his drink. "That's the girl. Maggie's a tough lady, but you can handle her if you try."
"Can I be perfectly honest with you?" she said.
Bob cocked an eyebrow. "How can you even ask?"
"Chuck bores me to tears sometimes."
Bob reached for his drink. "Does he want to marry you?"
"Yes. He asks me all the time."
"I think you need a whole new start with a new man. Get rid of Chuck and find yourself a guy you can really dig."
She shrugged. "I don't know how to do that. Mother keeps me so intimidated."
Bob took her hand. "Listen, Sis, you're a big girl. It's now or never."
He continued holding her hand. She felt warm all over. Sexually warm. "Oh, Bob, I feel better just talking to you."
"More scotch?"
"Sure, why not?"
He released her hand and they continued chatting. "Sometimes I get bored with Judy," he said.
For some reason that statement excited Pam. "You don't have to answer this if you don't want to," she said, "but do you ever… you know… oh, don't mind me."
"You mean do I ever cheat on Judy?"
She reddened and nodded. "I know it's none of my business."
He draped his arm around her shoulder and sipped his drink. "You're my sister. I'm glad I can talk to you about these things. Sure, I see other woman occasionally. A guy's got to have some diversion. I guess it's hard for you to understand because women are different, but guys need variety."
"Oh, but I do understand," she blurted. "Really I do."
Bob drained his glass and took her hands in his. "I believe you do, Sis. Maybe it's because we share the same blood, but I feel closer to you than I do to Judy or the kids sometimes."
Suddenly he pulled her against him. Her arms hung limply at her sides as his lips moved close to hers. Her breathing quickened. Then they were kissing and Bob was plunging his tongue into her mouth.
She automatically began pushing him away. "Mmmmmmmmm," she sputtered, but he kept his lips plastered to hers.
She stopped struggling and returned his kisses. It was crazy and wrong. She had come to her brother for advice and now he was kissing her. Would he go further? She had fantasized about this moment for years. Was it really happening or was she dreaming?
It was really happening. She was certain of that when Bob moved a hand between her legs.
"What are you doing?" she murmured, his lips still pressed against hers.
"We both need it, Sis," he said.
Pleasure such as she'd never felt radiated all over her body, but centered in her pussy. He was right. They did need it. And why not enjoy each other? They were kin, weren't they?
Yet when he began opening her blouse she knew she ought to stop him. She made no protest when his fingers moved under her bra and touched bare tit-flesh. When he found her nipples, she sighed and leaned against him heavily. Waves of desire surged through her as he fondled her quickly stiffening nipples.
"Oh, Bob," she sighed. "I just can't help myself."
"Me either, Sis."
She giggled even while he frenched her. "What would Mom say?"
"She'd probably be jealous and want to get in on the action."
She let her legs fall open as his hand explored her bush. He fondled her through her panties. Her wet panties.
"Mmmmmmm, that feels good," she said.
"Let me touch you here," he said and she opened her legs wider.
He slipped a finger inside the crotch of her panties and felt her moist fur. Suddenly she wanted to feel his cock in her hand and she groped around his lap.
"Take it out," he said.
"Should we get undressed?" she panted.
"Sure."
"Maybe we should go somewhere else."
"Why? We have the house to ourselves."
"But what if…"
"Ssshhh, don't spoil it."
She threw her head back, closed her eyes and waited. "Well?" she said after a moment.
"Well, what?"
She opened her eyes. "Aren't you going to undress me?"
He snickered. "Is that what Chuck does?"
She blushed, turning her head to avert her eyes. "You must think I'm such a baby."
She took a deep breath, thrusting her tits out. He took her chin in his hand and kissed her lips while he caressed her boobs.
"You'll learn," he said. "I'll help you."
"Will you teach me, Bob?" she said. "I want to learn all about sex so I won't be so uptight."
"Jesus, Sis, I'll teach you whatever I know." He finished unbuttoning her blouse and pushed it off her shoulders before reaching around and unhooking her bra.
When he peeled her bra away from her tits, he groaned. Her pink-tipped melons swung heavily. She blinked shyly and tried to cover them up with her blouse, but he took her hands in his.
"Don't do that," he said. "They're beautiful."
"Oh, Bob," she said as he lowered his head and kissed first one tit and then the other.
"They're sensitive, aren't they?" he said, munching her nipples and squeezing her resilient tit-flesh.
"Yes, very."
"How about here?" He briefly touched her cunt through her panties.
She giggled girlishly. "There too."
Her tits trembled with excitement and her pussy lubricated. As he kissed and licked her nipples he left them wet with his saliva.
She laced her fingers in his hair and drew him against her. His lips and tongue and teeth devoured her. Her modesty disappeared as her excitement mounted. My brother is making love to me, she thought. Dear Lord, I'm sinning, but I can't help it.
Suddenly he was pulling her panties down and moving his fingers over her pulsating pussy. She helped him by rising up and stepping out of the flimsy garment. Then she sat down again and now his fingers were wet with her juices.
"Oh, Bobby," she murmured.
"You haven't called me that in years."
"I never felt this way before."
"I'm going to make sure you get all the loving you need, Sis."
Maggie would die, she thought with glee.
His fingers crept inside her cuntlips and touched her petal-like folds. He kissed her, tonguing her deeply while he inserted a single finger into her cunthole.
She bucked her ass and moaned. "Oh, Bobby, I love when you do that."
Her strong reaction delighted Bob. He fingered her until she came, her pussy clasping his finger tightly. She clung to him, covering his face with kisses and keeping his finger inside her. She writhed around wildly until her orgasm subsided and then she leaned against him panting.
"You made me come," she said.
Her sexuality overwhelmed and excited him. "If you came that hard with just my finger, just wait until I fuck you."
She blushed and hid her face in his shoulder. "I'm so embarrassed," she whispered.
"No, don't say that," he said. The thought of her snug pussy wrapped around his prick made his knees weak. There was nothing he liked better than a tight cunt sucking on his dick.
They began tearing at their clothes. Pam was naked first and she tried throwing herself at her brother, but he held her back.
"Let me look at you, Sis," he said. "My God, you're lovely."
The young blonde trembled as his eyes swept over her. She felt no self-consciousness. She felt proud and happy that her brother, the one man in the world she adored, was drinking in her curves.
As for Bob, he was amazed at his luck. He'd had the hots for his kid sister for years, but their mother was overly protective of Pam and he never thought he had a chance to get in her pants. Now in a few minutes he was going to shove his aching prick into her almost-virginal cunt. Christ, when she comes around my dick I'll go through the ceiling, he thought.