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The Sibling Diaries P01THE ROSE (MY SISTER GRETTA)I should have known I was biting off more than I could chew when I signed the lease to this apartment. Actually, the word apartment is really not adequate to describe my place, penthouse is more like it. Although technically I’m not on the top floor, I might as well be.Glass walls with a sunken living room overlooking the bay and the Golden Gate Bridge plus 1500 feet of living space, it’s more like a house sitting on top of the city.After I saw the steam room, the gourmet kitchen and wine pantry, I was putty in the leasing agent’s hands. It was the height of the dot-com boom and I foresaw no difficulty in meeting the rather steep leasing payments. After all, I was on top of the world, a rising writer in one of the nations’ leading e magazines. I signed a five-year lease to mitigate the payments a little and settled in to a style of life to which I was rapidly becoming accustomed.Now, three years later with the benefit of hindsight, I count myself lucky to be working at all. ‘Still employed, but not quite making ends meet. I’m not standing on the street with a sign or anything, but the apartment is eating me alive. I had to do something. My situation was getting desperate, and the view… Oh God, I can’t believe that I’m asking my sister to share the space with me.I should be happy and grateful that she wound up landing a job in the same city I live and work in. I thought after she finished school in Texas she’d be moving back to Chicago where our parents live. Turns out her new employer made her an offer she couldn’t refuse. Good for me, I guess…THE THORN (WHY I WORRY ABOUT THIS ARRANGEMENT)There are two very good reasons I find myself nervous about this arrangement.First, my lifestyle is, well, somewhat libertine. That is to say, one of the primary reasons I took out the lease on this mansion in the sky was to get laid as often as possible. I’m happy to report that for the past couple of years have seen a steady stream of young women fall prey to the atmosphere and ambience I have so painstakingly cultivated. But unfortunately, I’m sorry to say my sister Gretta, with one or two notable exceptions is a bit of a prude. We came from a rather conservative family back in Chicago and I’m afraid she may not approve of my rather randy lifestyle.The second and utterly secret reason is that… Well, I have always been attracted to her. Maybe not always, but for a while now. I’m going to explain the circumstances that caused this situation and you will understand that there are reasons why I’m more than a little nervous about this arrangement.Now, don’t misunderstand me, I’m no pervert and I would never actually consider initiating any kind of sexual thing with Gretta, but the attraction is definitely there and has been every since an incident occurred about four years ago. Not only is it there, but I’m pretty sure the attraction is still mutual.Gretta knows what I’m talking about and hopefully she has thought long and hard about the ramifications of our decision and is approaching living in the same apartment with the iron resolve necessary for such an arrangement.. We made a promise to each other four years ago that so far we’ve been able to live up to.Let me explain…Four years ago when we both lived at home Gretta and I were flying back from visiting an aunt and uncle in Las Vegas, Nevada. We had been in the air about forty five minutes when the pilot announced the plane was being diverted to Denver, Colorado because Midway was snowed in.When we arrived at Denver International, we called home and our parents booked a room for us at an airport hotel in Aurora. When we went to pick up our bags, we discovered they had been placed on another plane bound for Chicago Midway and that flight had been diverted to New Mexico. Long story short, the only clothing we had was in a bag I was carrying with me. The only clothing Gretta had she was wearing.I should mention that this was one of those days I would define as a “horny day.” For those of you who are long past adolescence, this means that I was very aware of every female in my visual range and I’m ashamed to say this included Gretta.My sister’s a couple of inches shorter than I am, but despite her slender athletic figure, she is utterly feminine. While nature has not given her large breasts, her long legs more than make up for any perceived shortcoming of cleavage. She accentuates her legs by wearing skirts that show them off to their best advantage and was doing so on the afternoon in question. Add to these assets, long blonde hair, green eyes and a killer smile, and you have a girl who would stand out in any crowd.As we made our way to the hotel van, her lips were turned down in an uncharacteristic pout as she considered the next sixteen hours without a change of clothes.”Don’t worry Gretta,” We threaded our way through the milling crowds to the terminal exit. “I’ve got an extra nightshirt in my carry along that you can borrow. After all, maybe it’s for the best, I’ve seen some of the outfits you sleep in at home…”Gretta laughed, her frown disappearing like a rain shower in a beam of sunlight. “I guess I can survive one night without my wardrobe.”Sitting next to her in the van, I couldn’t help but notice the way her skirt rode up on her firm smooth legs as she crossed them and leaned back, waiting for the van to get to the hotel. I should say that I noticed this in the dispassionate and very proper manner that any brother would notice such a thing. Besides there were two other women who boarded the van with us and I spent the remainder of the trip watching them, especially one who was wearing a V neck top that showed just the hint of the tops of her breasts. As I said, it was indeed a horny day for me and I was alive to the sexual possibilities… Even the most remote and unlikely chances seemed… Well, possible.We got the hotel, checked in, ate dinner at the restaurant and retired to our room for the night. I went into the bathroom and changed into my nightshirt, a flannel plaid eyesore that was warm and fuzzy. When I emerged I handed Gretta my extra which was more of an oversized T-shirt, but more than enough to provide her with modest nightwear. At least, I thought that was the case.When she emerged wearing my nightshirt, I realized that it was much shorter then I remembered and exposed all but the top three or four inches of her remarkable legs.I put my eyes back in my head. “Oh my… Gretta, I’m… I’m sorry. Look, my shirt is bigger… Uhm, we can switch.”But she only laughed. “I guess I’ll stick with what I’m wearing, if I have to choose between a little skimpy and butt ugly, I’ll stick with what I’ve got.”I could see the sense in what she was saying, after all, the shirt wasn’t a whole lot shorter than the skirt she had been wearing all day.We both curled up on opposite ends of the couch, switching through the cable offerings on the TV. We watched the local news and a family movie on HBO.It was still pretty early in the evening when Gretta started channel surfing looking for another movie when she stumbled across the hotels’ erotic channel. As luck would have it, the title of the movie just beginning was “Sister’s Helping Hand”.”Oh gross!” Gretta squealed. “Is this what I think it is?””It looks like it. Why don’t you go back to HBO and see what’s on.””In a minute. I want to see if the movie is as disgusting as the title.”Unlike many pornographic films, the movie was not disgusting. It consisted of a series of interviews with a supposed brother and sister who looked remarkably alike interspersed with short snippets of the same brother and sister masturbating with each other.Unlike many videos of this type, the interviews seemed genuine and the snippets showed what seemed to be two very aroused young people teasing each other. They acted with innocent sincerity and increasing excitement as they gradually moved from flirtatious conversation to gradual undressing and finally to mutual masturbation. This grew bolder as the movie progressed. At first, the girl was doing it sitting across from her “brother” while he sat and watched. Then they were sitting next to one another doing it together. Finally, they were touching each other, whispering together as they grew more aroused.I was glad to be sitting down. As the video unfolded I found myself becoming quite aroused. I chalked it up to being in close quarters with my sister for so long. It had been several days since I had the opportunity to relieve myself and I figured the sexual pressure was building up. I promised myself a good climax in the shower when I got up in the morning and in the meantime I could just suffer a little.Gretta was utterly silent as we both watched. Her face was flushed and her short shirt had ridden up exposing her panties but she didn’t seem to notice. Her gaze was riveted on the screen as the girl rubbed her brother’s erect cock against her pussy. The girl was whispering “You know we can’t fuck, don’t you?” as she continued rubbing. Her brother nodded and shuddered.In the interviews, they each explained that they had begun doing it during a dry spell during dating and they gradually become sexually involved with each other. In each snippet, they were closer to each other, wearing less clothing and using more and more explicit language. You could tell that it was only a matter of time before their self-discipline broke down entirely.I thought we had been watching for about twenty minutes when Gretta turned to me. “This really is as disgusting as the title, you don’t suppose that they’re actually related do you?”I looked at her. “No, no, they’re just a couple of actors reading a script… Uhm, in this case, a really sick, perverted script.””You said it.” She switched back to HBO. I noticed that she seemed to be breathing a little heavily and chalked it up to outrage. I also saw that while it seemed we had only been watching for a short time, an hour had gone by; not twenty minutes.We watched for a while and Gretta was really quiet.”That’s i*****l isn’t it?””What?” I was already absorbed in the movie, an action flick with plenty of explosions and a half- dressed romantic interest clinging to the leading man adoringly.”The brother and sister thing. silly. Isn’t it against the law?”I thought for a minute. “I think it is in most cultures, but in some places, people do it.””What places?””Well, in ancient Egypt, the royal family always married brother and sister.””That’s ancient history. Do people still do it today?””What? Allow marriage between siblings? I don’t think so, but apparently some people still want to… Or at least want to fool around.””That’s sick.” She looked pale, like she was going to throw up.”I know. I guess you’d have to be pretty hard up to try that.”.”We continued watching the action movie. I went to the bathroom to answer a call of nature. When I returned in a few minutes, Gretta had been channel surfing and apparently returned to the same movie we’d been watching earlier. She was flushed and leaning forward in her seat as if to get a better view and she jumped when I walked in the room.She fumbled with the control, hitting several buttons before she clicked the “off” switch. “I guess we’d better turn in, there’s nothing good on.”I agreed, peeled off my nightshirt and clad only in underwear walked into our shared room. Ignoring a playful wolf whistle from Gretta, I pulled my covers back. We each climbed into our bed and shut off the lights.As we were drifting off to sleep, Gretta asked sleepily, “Do you think I’m attractive?””Of course, why do you ask?””I was just wondering, sometimes I think I’m a little too skinny.””You’re just fine. If you weren’t my sister, I’d date you.””Really?” She sounded very awake.”In a New York minute, sis. Now, can we get some shuteye?” My eyes grew heavier by the moment.”Thank you, David.” Softly, the words drifted to me from across the room.”You’re welcome.” I drifted off into sleep.I woke in the middle of the night from an improbably erotic dream with a throbbing, rigid erection. In my dream, Gretta and I were at a drive-in movie, kissing and making out like any normal adolescent couple. My hands were down her pants playing with a very slippery pussy and she was slowly stroking my hard cock, protruding from my entirely unzipped and unbuttoned pants. Her shirt was unbuttoned revealing the slight swell of her breasts. Her tongue was soft and warm in my mouth as she tried to spread her legs wider; trapping my hand inadvertently in her partially unzipped jeans.”Just my luck.” I opened my eyes in the darkened room. “An unfinished wet dream in a hotel room with my sister sleeping four feet away.”But Gretta wasn’t sleeping at all. She wasn’t even in the room. A blue light from the sitting room glowed through a crack in the door. She was watching TV. “Watching TV?”Before I had time to think about this, the blue light shining through the cracked door went out and the room was plunged into darkness. A moment later I heard the door open and the sound of Gretta moving across the room to her bed. I heard the blanket and sheet pulled down and the bed creak slightly as she climbed in. The covers rustled as she pulled them up.In the silence of the darkened room, I heard Gretta turn over in bed and waited for the sound of her breathing to become regular. I figured once she was asleep I could slip into the bathroom and take care of my extremely hard dick without her being the wiser.Her breathing however didn’t become regular. She kept moving around in her bed repositioning herself. She seemed to be holding her breath and letting it out in small gasps. “Was she crying?”That seemed unlikely. I’d been with her the entire trip and she seemed very happy all the time we were together, yet I could swear she was crying. It sounded like she was trying to stifle her sobs by holding her breath. There would be silence for maybe a minute and then she would release her breath in a slow controlled gasp. Then I heard another sound that I was unable to identify. It was a rhythmic sound coming from her side of the room. It seemed muffled and then I realized it was coming from under her covers.”What on earth is she doing?”I slowly turned in my bed and strained me ears and eyes to try to figure out what she was doing there in the dark. I was able to just make out her shape on the bed. Her knees were raised under the blanket and I was able to hear that muffled sound again. She gasped under her breath and the sound became a little louder and faster.”Is she doing what I think she’s doing?”As if in reply she whimpered and took a deep ragged breath as the sound of her hand under the cover slowed and then sped up again.”I don’t believe it; She’s masturbating!”It took me a moment to understand. She thought I was asleep. She was getting herself off because she thought I wasn’t awake. The realization of what she was doing hit me like a stroke of lightening. My erect cock, which had softened slightly as I waited for her to drift off to sleep, became instantly as rigid as tempered steel. A flame of raw excitement burned in my stomach and my entire body began to tingle.Suddenly she stopped and I thought my state of wakefulness had been detected, A moment later, however the snap of elastic and the faint sound of fabric slipping over skin told me she was slipping her panties off. I heard her sit up in bed and then could just detect her shadow folding her heavy comforter style blanket to her feet. That just made sense; the room was pretty warm.As she lay back down, I reached slowly down and touched the outline of my cock, which was standing as rigid as a flagpole despite the jockey shorts I was still wearing. They felt like they were about to tear, yet I didn’t dare to ease myself out of the leg opening; I was far to hard to do that without making more noise than a sleeping person would.She resumed where she had left off. Now, with the heavy outer cover off I could hear what she was doing all too clearly. In addition to the sound of her hand hitting the sheet, I could hear a wet, slippery sound that couldn’t be anything but a very wet pussy. As her excitement increased, her caution declined. She was no longer holding her breath. It came in sharp gasps and occasionally a whimper would escape as she continued rubbing her cunt rapidly and totally oblivious to my presence.All this time I had been squeezing my relentlessly throbbing cock through my underwear in the futile hope that I could somehow squeeze it to a quiet orgasm. All this was doing was making me more and more excited.”All I can do is wait for her to finish” I thought to myself as I continued to alternately caress and squeeze my aching dick. I was on fire with arousal and if she kept on doing that I felt I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from openly masturbating along with her.”Would she even notice?”Slowly I began to peel back the taunt material that imprisoned my aching dick. Part of it was soaking wet and stuck to the cotton material as I tried to free myself. Finally I got the material over the head of my straining cock. It sprung free and the elastic snapped back into place.On the other side of the room, Gretta stopped rubbing herself and for a moment I thought she had heard me. I froze and waited for her to say something. Under the covers, my newly liberated cock tingled and dripped a steady stream of pre come on the sheet.I heard her sheet rustle as she repositioned herself and then the sound of her fingers as they resumed rubbing, they sounded louder somehow. Straining my eyes, I saw that she had slid her sheet down to her feet and was masturbating without any covering. The darkness of the room was so complete that I really couldn’t see too much, but I was able to make out the shape of her pale white legs raised on her bed. Of course I could clearly hear her as she rubbed her pussy and then stopped. She rubbed and then stopped. Again and again she repeated this, all the time her breathing becoming more and more ragged.Beneath the covers, my trembling hand grasped my inflamed and slippery cock and began to slowly move it up and down the shaft. Any illusions I may have had about quietly and modestly getting myself off disappeared instantly. The sound was clearly discernible even under a sheet and blanket. It was the unmistakable sound of someone jacking off. A hand moving up and down a very slippery cock with increasing urgency.The thing is I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to and I didn’t want to; it felt that good.On the other side of the room I heard Gretta slap her pussy, whimper and resume masturbating. I responded by jacking off more forcefully, the slippery sound of my hand sliding up and down my shaft becoming more unmistakable.Inside my mind a voice screamed, “You’d better stop, she’s going to hear you!” only to be drowned out by another, So what! Listen to what she’s doing, I’ll bet she can hear you, as a matter of fact I hope she does.”We carried on in this fashion for several minutes, Gretta openly masturbating just a few feet away and me doing the same thing furtively under the covers. Every time she slapped her pussy I responded by becoming more overt in my masturbation flaunting my excitement in response to her obvious carnality. We took turns, each of us teasing the other, responding to the other and becoming more aroused because we knew the other was also aroused and this excited us even more.Finally I couldn’t stand it any more. Telling myself the steaminess and warmth under my covers was unbearable I gently slipped the cover and sheet up exposing my cock to the cool air and continued jacking off, the sound mixing with the slippery sound of Gretta as she did the same not four feet away. The feeling of liberation and sheer lust was indescribable, as we both became bolder and even more sexually excited by the sheer shameless unnatural sensuality of this situation.She slapped her pussy and then rubbed it feverishly. I slapped my cock, sending drops of sperm flying. I could hear them spatter as I resumed jacking my slick and rigid cock and listened to Gretta doing the same thing to her wet and slippery cunt. After nearly an hour my eyes had adjusted well enough to be able to see Gretta’s hand moving between her legs. I could smell her excitement and I suppose she could smell mine as well.I was just at the point where I was going to have to either slip the covers back on and spray come all over myself or else squirt it onto the floor. I could tell Gretta was pretty much at the same place when the phone rang cutting across my consciousness like an explosion.Without thinking, I flipped the covers back over myself and listened as Gretta slipped out of bed and softly padded to the table next to the door where the phone sat.It wasn’t hard to feign sleep when she switched on the desk lamp by the phone and picked up the receiver.”Hello?”I sat up in bed blinking my eyes.”Yes, this is she.””Who is it?” I asked in my best just woke up out of a sound slumber voice.”Are you sure?”As my eyes began to focus in the blinding 40-watt light I could see that Gretta was still wearing the oversized T-shirt I had lent her for bed. She was turned away from me as she spoke into the phone so I couldn’t see her face. Glancing down I was glad she was turned away because my erection was clearly visible towering under the covers. I discreetly readjusted my position, slipping my hard on back into my underwear so it appeared to be a rather large fold in the cover.”OK, thanks for letting us know.”Gretta replaced the receiver on the cradle, turned to me and said, “We may be stuck here for a while, that was our airline calling to say the earliest flight we can get on won’t leave until late in the afternoon and that’s not a for sure thing.””I guess I can live with that, did you have anywhere you needed to be?”Gretta smiled and said, “Not really, I guess this means we get to sleep late.””I guess we do.”She sat down at the end of my bed. Her cheeks were flushed, but otherwise she was under control.”Here it is not even midnight and I’m konya escort totally awake.” She said with a rueful grin.”Me too”Smoothing her shirt carefully over her legs she glanced sideways at me. I could see that she was blushing furiously. I realized that for the last hour or so despite our tempestuous and totally intimate performance, neither of us had spoken to the other or acknowledged what was taking place. We were in a difficult position. Did we admit what we had been doing or did we pretend like nothing happened? I could see that Gretta was struggling with the same questions. Even if we wanted to talk about it, how could we bring the subject up decently?”You know…” she began and then fell silent.”What”?”This is…””Awkward?””I guess you could say that…I was having a hard time sleeping so I went in to watch TV…and um, I was flipping through the channels…but there wasn’t anything on really…so I wound up watching that thing we were watching earlier…””What thing?””You know” she was actually stammering and her blush deepened from a dark shade of rose to almost beet red, “That, that, um that thing …uh with the brother and sister….” Her voice trailed off, “They must show it more than once” she finished, somewhat inconclusively.The silence hung like a heavy weight between us.”It’s so sick!” she blurted suddenly.”Really? I thought it was kind of hot, in a perverted way.””Did you?” she whispered, glancing at me momentarily and then dropping her eyes again, “I guess I did too” she replied in an almost inaudible voice.”Anyway”, she said, looking back up at me, “When I came back in our room, you were asleep and I kind of let the show get to me.””In what way?””I don’t really know…” she trailed off and then continued, “I just had a really disturbing dream and I don’t feel like going back to sleep right now.””A dream?””Yeah, a really vivid dream and we were um, well we were like uh acting out…sexually.””Together?””Yeah” she said, licking her lips and swallowing hard.”What were we doing?””Well, you know how dreams are, I can’t really remember, but I thought if maybe we both were to watch the program again we could sort of laugh at it and um, get out of our system…so to speak.””You mean go back in and watch the entire thing together?”She nodded her head sending her hair flying.”I don’t know” I said doubtfully, “To be honest with you, I had a pretty disturbing dream myself along the same lines, I’m afraid I might embarrass myself if I sat and watched it with you.””Embarrass yourself?”, she asked, looking at me sharply. This time it was my turn to blush, “You know, get a hard on or something.” I muttered.Standing up she held her hand out to me. “I promise I won’t make a big deal out of it if you get a little excited” she said, “I might as well admit, it got to me too, that’s why I want to watch it together, so we can sort of face it, you know, put it behind us.”I took her soft hand and she gently pulled me to my feet. My erection had faded quite a bit, but my member was still somewhat enlarged and I know she couldn’t help but notice the swollen bulge. I was right. Glancing at my crotch, she smiled a little and said, “It looks like it still may be getting to you.””That’s not fair.””OK, OK, I promise, no more cracks about certain enlarged parts.” And taking my hand she led the way into the next room.We walked into the other room and sat down on the couch. Gretta fiddled with the TV controller and after looking at the electronic menu said, “It’ll be on in ten minutes. I wonder if we can get anything from room service? I’m kind of hungry.I picked up the phone and punched the proper number in. “What do you feel like?” I asked.”Maybe a salad” she said and then furrowing her brow she asked, “I wonder if we can get some wine?””I don’t know what the law is in Colorado, but I think you’ve got to be 21″She looked at me quizzically; “Do you really think they’re going to ask for ID?”This was a side of my sister I had never seen. Usually she’s so correct in her behavior that being with her is almost as bad as being with our parents/ “Maybe not” I said and gave our order to the voice on the other end of the phone.As we sat waiting I looked over at her, She appeared lovelier than ever with her blonde hair cascading over the slight swell her breasts made in my old T-shirt. Her long smooth legs were almost entirely exposed by the short shirt she was wearing as bedclothes. I couldn’t help but think about what the shirt covered and I felt a responsive tingle warm me.She must have seen me looking at her, because she tugged futilely at the hem of the shirt trying to smooth it down over her perfect thighs. This worked for about two seconds until she moved or even turned her head and then it rode up again.”I hope I’m not making you uncomfortable.” I said.She looked quickly over at me and replied “Not at all, as a matter of fact I like being looked at.””You do?””All girls do” she said smiling, “Maybe not from their brothers, but I guess this is a special circumstance.”I know she saw my puzzled expression and before I had a chance to ask her what she meant by that statement she continued.”I mean, we’re a thousand miles away from home stuck in a hotel with nothing to do but keep each other entertained and I don’t think this situation is ever going to repeat itself….so”I could see she was blushing again and I stepped in to help.”So maybe we can go a little crazy?””Yeah” she said smiling, “Maybe we can go a little crazy.”I looked at her and she looked back smiling.”You know what I mean David. We drink a little wine, watch some TV that we’d never watch together back home. We can open up a little, talk, you know, relate to each other not just as a brother and sister, but as a guy and a girl, get to know each a little better.””Maybe tell a couple of secrets?””Now you’re getting the idea.”There was a knock at the door and a waiter arrived with a couple of large salads and a bottle of wine. Without being asked, he opened the bottle and poured two glasses. Reaching for my pants that were folded at the end of the couch I extracted a five-dollar bill and handed it to him. He thanked me and left.The show that had caused such turmoil in our hitherto conventional lives was coming on. We paid it no attention and Gretta lowered the sound. We both knew the first fifteen minutes or so consisted mainly of rather pedestrian interviews in which they described their lives and social situations. We continued the conversation we’d been having before room service arrived except now we were picking at our salads and sipping wine.Most people aren’t really aware of it, but they routinely negotiate situations that are rife with sexuality in advance, before anyone really does anything. No one comes to any specific agreement, but a sort of general understanding is reached. I mean no one wants to be the one standing there with his dick sticking out so to speak when the other person shout’s “Hey, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”That’s really what Gretta and I was doing. Talking around the indisputable facts that had just taken place. Pretending it hadn’t happened, that we’d been “dreaming”. Our transparent justifications and denials helped us to ignore the obvious direction our conversation and decisions were taking us. Basically we were saying “All this is very innocent and we’re really not going to do anything too terribly over the line but in case we do…just in case, let’s make sure no one gets hurt.The wine helped. As we continued to talk the words flowed a little easier and our comfort level with the situation rose.”So” Gretta was saying “We’ve kind of agreed in principle that even if I get up on the coffee table and do a naked toe dance, we’re going to keep it under our hats?””I think you’ve put your finger on the very heart of our understanding.” I said, taking another long sip of the white burgundy so recently imprisoned in an unfeeling glass bottle. Now it bathed my consciousness in a warm feeling of good will that extended even to the airline that had stranded us here and certainly to my beautiful and sweet little sister.Now I don’t want you to get the idea I was drunk; that was definitely not the case. A small bottle of very good wine split between two people won’t do that even if they finish the bottle. Gretta and I were nowhere near finishing yet, We’d had, maybe a glass and a half each. Of course we sipped them rather quickly. Still we were nowhere near being even slightly intoxicated.”Well” Gretta said, looking at me rather sharply, “I believe we’ve got a deal, there’s just one more thing.””What’s that?””After we leave here tomorrow, while a wild and crazy night of drinking and watching dirty TV might make us a little closer, I don’t think we should talk about it with each other or bring it up in the future. What I’m trying to say is I don’t think we should consider tonight some kind of precedent that changes our basic relationship, understand?””I think I do. In order for us to really relax with each other, we’ve got to be confident that it won’t come back to haunt us during an argument about who gets the bathroom first.””Exactly.””Well, you have my word that what we say here and what we do here stays here.”Excellent”, she said, glancing at the TV where things were certainly heating up, “You’ve got my word as well, now why don’t you get on the phone and order up a couple more bottles of this excellent French wine, what did you say it was?””White Burgundy, should I ask them to bring up an ounce of reefer or a couple of hypodermics of heroin as well?” I asked sarcastically picking up the phone.”We don’t do d**gs” Gretta said distractedly, “Oh my goodness look what they’re doing now.”As I gave my order to the disembodied voice at the other end of the line my eyes followed hers to the TV where the first really hot scene was unfolding. Gretta turned the volume up. The “brother and sister” were sitting in their parent’s den dressed in much the same attire as Gretta and I presently sported talking about a disastrous double date they had just returned from.Speaking to her brother, the sister compared kissing her date with doing mouth to mouth necessitation on a dead fish. “I don’t think he even brushed his teeth” she was saying “plus he was a lousy kisser.” The brother mused to himself, “Gee, I wonder what Carla thought of me?””Kissing, you mean?””Yeah, I wonder if Carla thought I was a lousy kisser too?””I’m sure she didn’t, but still…””What?””I’d have to give you a try to be sure.””Us kissing?””Why not, I could give you a girl’s opinion and…you could give me a boy’s.””I don’t know…but I guess…””It’s not like we’re talking about fucking here” his sister said scooting over on the couch so she was sitting next to him, “Let’s give it a try and if you’re a shitty kisser, I’ll be the first to tell you.””Mom and Dad…..””Won’t be home for at least another four hours, come on don’t be a chickenshit.”The camera slowly moved into a close up of their faces. The sister tilted her head slightly and closed her eyes and her brother slowly moved his face closer to hers until their lips were nearly touching. I heard Gretta say under her breath, “Watch out David, here comes the mushy part,” but my eyes were glued to the screen as their lips touched and they kissed, gingerly at first but then more passionately. They kissed for thirty seconds or so and then broke apart. The brother said “Well?”With a flash of mischief in her eyes, the sister replied breathlessly, “I really don’t know, I think we’d better try again.” They did, this time without hesitation or indecision. Their real passion became more and more apparent as the kiss went on. While they were kissing, the camera panned out showing both of them on the couch. As we watched, the brothers growing erection was becoming more and more apparent as the kiss continued and their hands started to explore each other’s necks, shoulders and arms.Finally when his hand strayed down to her breast gently weighing it and cupping it, his sister, after letting him touch her there for nearly a minute, gently removed it. She twined her fingers in his for a second and then placed his hand back in his lap. I might add, this gave her a chance to come into contact with his erection without being too obvious about it. They broke apart and faced each other breathlessly. The sister was flushed and unlike Gretta her breasts were larger and tight against the silky pajama top she was wearing. Her nipples were clearly showing and her brother’s erection was making a absurdly gigantic tent in his pajama bottoms.”I think you’ll do but I hope you were more of a gentleman with Carla then you were with me.””I’m sorry” her brother stammered, I’m afraid I got a little carried away.””You’re darn right you did” his sister said with a sparkle in her eye “and if one of us gets to sample the merchandise, don’t you think it’s only fair the other gets to as well?””I guess so”, her brother replied, looking a bit puzzled.I glanced over at Gretta who was watching the scene with rapt attention, her legs primly together, leaning back. Her face was slightly flushed and her breathing was irregular. Her shirt had pulled taunt enough against her body that I could see the shape of her breasts as well as erect nipples against the material. I noticed that she was u*********sly pulling lightly back and forth on the hem of the shirt, which caused it to sc**** against her nipples, creating friction and apparently sensation. Seeing her obvious excitement titillated me. Even though she didn’t acknowledge me, keeping her eyes glued to the erotic images playing before us, she knew I was looking. A familiar heat began to burn in me and I felt my cock, which had already been semi erect stiffen as it began to seriously stretch the material of my underwear. It was like an old man trying to straighten up under a heavy load. The material kept it bent over, but the tent was impressive nevertheless as it strained against the fabric.This time I didn’t try to conceal my excitement. I leaned back on the couch, which made the tent in my underpants even more prominent. I turned my attention back to the story confident that Gretta would be stealing glances at me, just as I was with her.On the screen the sister had placed her hand on the tent jutting up from her brother’s lap and was gently stroking it through the material. “How does that feel?” she was asking.”It feels really nice” her brother whispered in a slightly choked voice. His sister leaned forward and whispered something in his ear and he shook his head. She continued to stroke him and then in an imploring voice, “Please, just for a minute?”When he gave no reply, she looked up at him and whispered, “I’ll let you do it too.””OK, but just for a minute”I suddenly felt Gretta’s eyes on me. I looked over and sure enough she had been staring at me instead of the TV. She blushed and looked away. Glancing down I could see why she had been looking. My erection was straining against the material and leaking fluid that stained the wet cotton. If it had been seriously stiff before, now it was monster sized standing straight up like a flagpole. Looking at it, I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement that Gretta was seeing this, that we were seeing it together. I raised my eyes from my throbbing dick and saw Gretta was looking again. This time, she didn’t look away at once. She kept her eyes locked to mine and then dropped them until they reached my stiff cock. I heard her intake of breath as she openly stared and then she returned her attention to the TV. A tiny shiver ran through me when I noticed that Gretta had started to rock back and forth in her seat a little. Her nipples were much more prominent and now she openly tugged at the material of her shirt dragging the cotton back and forth across her breasts. I leaned back again, thrusting my pelvis forward and shivered again.I looked back at the TV where the sister had slipped her hand inside her brother’s pajama bottoms. We both watched in silence (if you don’t count heavy breathing) as the shape of her hand moved up and down his cock. As she did this, her brother slipped his own hand inside of her panties. As soon as he did this, she spread her legs a little and slippery sounds began to issue as she shuddered and widened her legs even more.The brother had just started caressing both his sister’s breasts with his free hand, gently kneading and pilling her erect nipple when a knock at the door startled us both so badly we jumped.”Who is it?” Gretta shouted in a unnaturally high pitched, guilty and slightly panicked voice while she desperately searched for the TV controller.From the other side of the door came the muffled reply, “Room Service.””Oh yeah” she said as she found the remote and thumbed the program off, “Just a second, I’ll be right there.””I think I’ll let you get that,” I said frantically looking around for something, anything to d**** over my lap, “The money’s in the right hand pocket of my pants. Passing me on the way to the door, she tossed me the shirt I had worn earlier in the day about the exact moment I located a pillow. Feeling absurd, I sat back down on the couch, threw the shirt over my lap, sat the pillow on top of that and placed my glass of wine on top of the pillow. It looked like I had created a makeshift table for wine instead of a makeshift d**** for a hard dick.”Come in” Gretta was saying, “and set that on the table. Could you leave the corkscrew?”The guy bringing the wine was young. I like it when people in service jobs are young. Generally this means they’re working their way through school and not really doing that sort of for a living. I guessed that this was the case with this guy.He wasn’t quite as young as we were at the time, but still a young sport, no more than twenty-two. “Sure” he said, placing the corkscrew along with the two bottles of wine on the table and watching Gretta as she knelt down with one knee on the floor to get the money out of my pocket. I followed his gaze and could see what commanded his attention. Gretta wasn’t facing us. We could see her from the side. When she knelt down I could see that she had never gotten around to putting her panties back on. Her shirt rode up nearly to her waist exposing not only her thigh, but most of her side as well. She seemed to be having difficulty locating the money. “What pocket is it in?” she asked turning her face in our direction.”The right hand pocket” I repeated.”I’m really sorry” she said glancing back at the room service guy, “I’ll have your tip in just a second.”Don’t worry about it” he said, “Just take your time, I’m not in a big rush.”I’ll just bet he wasn’t. Clearly he was enjoying himself but I had to give him credit for the degree of savoir-faire he showed in dealing with the situation.”Going to school?” I asked conversationally.”How’d you know?””Lucky guess, mind if I ask where?””Not at all, DU School of Law.””How’s this job work with that?””Great, on this shift I get to study when I’m not taking orders to rooms. Late at night, that’s just about all of the time.””What’re you studying tonight?””Don’t ask”, he said stealing a quick glance at Gretta’s smooth thigh and beyond. Constitutional Law, I was glad to have a break from the grind.””I’ll bet.”Gretta continued to fumble for what seemed like an eternity while our guest was treated to views of Gretta I’m willing to bet even some boyfriends had missed out on. Then, at last, triumphantly, “Here it is!” followed by “Oh Hell!” and the sound of many coins hitting the floor.Forgetting Room Service entirely, she scrambled around on all fours chasing the coins as they rolled in every direction. One hand clutched the ten-dollar tip and the other moved rapidly picking up quarters pennies and dimes. My shirt was a V-neck and easily covered her nicely when she was in an upright position sitting or standing. At this point, she was doing neither and as a result the neck opening hung down giving me and I presume the other guy a clear view of her small breasts and stiffened, rigid nipples as she chased the change around the floor.She really wasn’t doing too well on the other end either, but had not turned herself that way yet. Despite my enjoyment of both her discomfiture and her inadvertent display of her most intimate areas, I decided to jump in before she showed him the Gates of Heaven.”Uh Gretta?” I said, clearing my throat.She stopped her mad scramble and looked up at me.”Why don’t you give the nice man his money and we can pick up the change later.”I think it was just dawning on her that she was showing a stranger sights no man should see until he had paid for a lot of nice dinners, because she was blushing furiously as she scrambled to her feet, holding his money in an outstretched hand.Our waiter slowly and deliberately put his hands behind his back, clasping them together.”Don’t you want it?” Gretta asked in a somewhat plaintive voice.There was a broad, friendly smile on his face and his eyes twinkled as he said, “Miss, I’ve enjoyed this call more than I can say. I believe a gratuity would be redundant at this point; I couldn’t think of taking money from you. Looking over at me, his smile widened and he said, “Both of you have a delightful evening and if you want anything else, be sure to ask for Doug, I’ll be on for the rest of the night if you need me.”He turned on his heel and left, plucking the “Do not disturb” signs out of the Welcome Basket and shut the door with a click. We could hear him slipping it into our card lock outside and then his footsteps faded into the carpeted hallway.Like I said; savoir-faire.Gretta collapsed onto the couch laughing and said, “That went well” I tossed the pillow to one side along with my shirt and carrying my wineglass I walked over and retrieved hers. I was half way to the table before I realized Gretta was staring at me again. Looking down I could see that my erection was still very healthy. While it had softened enough to be bent partly over, it was still very much alive and kicking. Looking over at the clock escort konya I realized that the room service guy had only been in our room for a couple of minutes; it had just seemed longer.I was about to make a self-depreciating remark but I realized that her gaze was riveted back on the screen so I continued with my task, refilling both our glasses and opening another bottle because we had nearly finished the first. When I turned back, she was staring at me again.Gretta had turned the volume back up and the video was at a slow part. The brother and sister sitting completely dressed in a room being interviewed.I handed Gretta her glass and sat down next to her. We both sipped wine and listened to the interview. They were talking about how they started to masturbate together after their first experience which Gretta and I had been watching a reenactment of.The sister was saying, “I realized that if we didn’t set some ground rules we’d be fucking before we knew it. Her brother was nodding emphatically as she spoke.”What kind of rules did you put into place?” the interviewer asked.”Well at first, we tried having only one person undressed jacking off at a time.” Her brother said. His sister broke in, “That didn’t work.””Someone was always left out and wound up in the bathroom doing it alone.”The scene suddenly changed and the sister was standing, entirely dressed in a short skirt and blouse watching her brother jack off. It was clear that he was excited, but also that he felt strange doing it with her just watching. She asked him, “Do you know what I’m going to do when you finish?””I think so” he gasped, his hand moving up and down his shaft briskly.”I’m going to go in the bathroom and watch myself in the mirror.””Are you going to play with your pussy?””Oh yes, I’m going to imagine you watching me, the way I’m watching you.””That’s what I did last time.” He gasped, his cock making a slippery sound as he rubbed it.”You thought about me watching you?””Oh yes.”Next to me Gretta stirred and said, “David””Yes?”I looked over at her and once again she was openly staring at my erection as she leaned back, hips undulating slightly back and forth.”When we finish watching this I think I’m going to do the same thing she’s going to do.””OK” I gulped.”I’m going to imagine that you’re watching me play with myself.””You are?””I hope you don’t mind.””How could I mind when I’m going to be doing the same thing.””Imagining that I’m watching you?””Yeah””Watching you jack off?””Yes Gretta””Oh David, I hoped you were going to say that.”We both sat for a moment, nursing our individual lust. On the screen the story had intensified and the brother and sister in the story were clearly losing control. The sister was standing astride of her brother, her skirt stretched tight by her legs.She leaned down to him so their faces were almost touching.”If I let you watch me while I do it, will you promise no touching?””Oh yes, no touching.””We can’t start touching one another, you know what that leads to, don’t you?””Yes.” He had stopped rubbing and sat with his rigid cock standing upright shining with the oil he had been using for lubrication.”Tell me” she said in a husky voice with just the hint of unsteadiness, which betrayed her excitement, “What will happen if we start touching.”He began to stroke his cock, slowly this time and spoke with relish, well aware of the effect his words were having on her. “If we start touching, then we’ll start kissing and I’ll be sliding this hard cock between your legs against your wet cunt and pretty soon you’ll be begging me to put it in just a little bit.””His sister swallowed hard and said, “Go on.””I’ll want to real bad.””Want to what?””I’ll want to slide my cock into your wet cunt and fuck you until we both come together. I’ll want to play with your breasts while you slide up and down on my hard cock.”His sister took a shaky breath and said, “I love to hear you say that, give me a couple of minutes and remember no touching.”She turned on her heel and walked briskly into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.The camera work on this was really good. It showed her unbuttoning her blouse with shaky fingers and letting it slip off her shoulders while she worked with the buttons on the side of her skirt. As the skirt dropped down her legs, she reached behind to undo the clasp on her bra and then roughly shoved her pantyhose and underwear off, kicking them to one side.At once she turned to face a full-length mirror on the wall and started to hurriedly stimulate her clitoris with one hand while alternately slapping her flaming red pussy with the other.My own cock had returned to rigid attention, standing totally erect straining the fabric of my underwear. I glanced over at Gretta who was sitting right next to me. She was squeezing her legs together and had resumed pulling on the hem of her shirt. Her nipples were clearly visible and her breathing was quite ragged. I leaned back, bringing my cock to even more noticeable prominence. I saw Gretta glance at it but we were both pretty engrossed in what was happening on the screen.On the screen, the sister was furiously masturbating in front of a mirror, alternately slapping then stroking a bright red pussy that shone with lubrication. Behind her, the door to the bathroom opened and her brother entered. He stood motionless, his rigid member standing our like a tree branch as he watched his sister. Beside me I heard Gretta stifle a gasp and then she moved. I looked over and saw that Gretta had also leaned back on the couch, pulling her arms back and resting them behind her head. This had the effect of pulling her shirt up to the point where her cunt was nearly exposed. She had maybe an inch of shirt covering her. Her eyes were fixed on the screen, but I know she was aware that I was looking at her. I know she wanted me to be looking at her. As I kept one eye on Gretta and one eye on the screen, Gretta, her eyes fixed firmly on mine reached down and slipped one hand between her legs, trapping it there and squeezing it with her thighs. Our eyes still locked together, I gently grasped the towering bulge of my erection at the tip and gave it a gentle squeeze, shuddering as I did so. We returned our attention to the TV as we continued caressing ourselves.On the screen, the brother had moved around and was sitting on the toilet watching his sister as she continued to tease her clit and slap her swollen labia. His hand moved up and down his slippery shaft with lazy assurance.”Like what you see?” she gasped, looking over at him.”Very much.”She rubbed herself intently for a minute or so and then she asked, “What’s the nastiest thing you’ve ever done?””You’ll think it’s stupid”, he said.”Please” she gasped, “It’ll make me hotter, maybe I can tall you something too.””Promise you won’t laugh.”She abruptly stopped rubbing and turned to face him. Reaching down, she parted her swollen lips and said, “Can you see hot excited I am?””Yes.””Can you see my clitoris now?””Yes.””See how it’s sticking up, just like your cock is?””Yes.””I promise I won’t laugh.””OK, last summer when we went camping, you know you brought your girlfriend Leigh along?””Yeah, I remember.””Well there was this bathroom we all used with a big tank under it and I could see and hear women on the other side. I mean I couldn’t really see them, but I could hear them talking and when they went I could see their pee hit the water underneath.””OK, I remember that bathroom.””Once, when you and Leigh were on the other side, I listened to you both talking and I saw you both pee, or I should say I saw your streams hit the water. I don’t know why but it made me so horny I spent most of the rest of the trip jacking off every chance I got.”Beside me Gretta rocked back and forth on her imprisoned hand and I was openly stroking my cock through underwear that had been made literally transparent by my oozing lust. I could hear small liquid sounds issuing from between Gretta’s legs and as I stroked, the lubrication soaking through the material of my underwear made small sucking sounds as my hand moved up and down. As we watched, the conversation on the TV got hotter and hotter.His sister had resumed masturbating slowly and she asked, “Did you go back to that bathroom?””Every chance I got, every time you or Leigh went, I went too.””Did you jack off there?””No, there wasn’t any privacy, but I went on a lot of long walks, I’ll bet I came five or six times a day.””Oh” his sister murmured, rubbing faster, “that’s pretty hot.””You don’t think it’s stupid?””No, it’s really nasty when you stop to think about it. What did you think about when you were off alone jacking off?””I thought about you and Leigh pissing mostly.”Were we dressed or naked?”Sometimes you were dressed and I imagined you both pissing your pants, other times you were naked and I was watching and pissing too.””Did you imagine us pissing on you?”Her brother was silent for a moment and then he said, “Yes, and on each other, but mostly on me or else I was holding my hand so you or Leigh could pee on it.”He had stopped stroking himself and sat with his cock sticking up, bobbing slightly. I guess that’s pretty sick, huh?”His sister didn’t say anything for a moment as she considered this and then she stopped rubbing her pussy and again pulled her swollen labia apart. She stepped so she was straddling him and said, “Did I do this?”As Gretta and I both watched his sister began to urinate standing in front of her brother. At first a trickle that spattered between his legs and into the toilet and then growing into a forceful stream that began to bathe his inflamed cock forcefully, battering it this way and that. As if from a great distance I heard Gretta whimper and out of the corner of my vision saw that she had spread her legs a little and was masturbating openly, her hand moving rapidly as she teased her clit. She saw that I was looking and flushing bright red, closed her legs again trapping the hand between them where it continued to squirm against her like a trapped a****l.All this took place in a matter of seconds because when I looked back at the TV, the sister was still pissing.”Is this what I did?” She stood directly in front of him, a stream of hot urine arching out of her and hitting his cock, which sprayed in a fine mist. She was pulling on her nipples as she asked again, “Is this what you thought about me doing?””Oh yes, it’s so hot, feels so…” You could see her body tighten as she worked to increase the force of the stream against his cock which had become even more rigid as he moaned, “Please, you don’t know what this is doing to me.” Her stream diminished and faltered for a moment and the camera zoomed in on his cock, which had started to visibly throb. A white spurt of cream emerged from the tip and ran down the shaft and then another. His sister said, “Do you like me doing this while you come?” and her stream returned with a vengeance. The camera zoomed out again framing them both, his sister standing over him, her urine battering his throbbing cock. He cried out and then gasped “Oh sis, you’re going to make me….” And before he could get the words out he was squirting sperm in the air, which rained down on his sister’s breasts and stomach.As soon as he began to climax, his sister resumed masturbating. As her stream diminished she rubbed madly causing her piss to splatter between her legs onto the floor as she did so. The sound of her rubbing was intensified by the amount of moisture involved and in less then five seconds she cried, “And when I finished, did I do this, did I cream my pussy right in front of you?”Her brother, obviously in a haze of lust watched distractedly as she shuddered and came while he continued to squirt diminishing jets of come into the air.For the last few minutes I had been utterly captivated by the story unfolding on the TV but the program switched focus back to the interview and for the first time I took notice of Gretta sitting next to me as well as my own excitement.The first thing I noticed was the scent of arousal, which hung in the air like a fine mist. Gretta had leaned further back. The shirt had ridden up far enough so her cunt was totally exposed. She was undulating her hips back and forth slightly and I could see that her labia was every bit as red and swollen as the girl in the video. She didn’t have a lot of hair on her mound and the skin around her glistening lips was slick and shone with lubrication that had leaked out as I watched. I could see her clit standing as rigidly as my own inflamed member. She clutched the hem of the shirt in one hand and had rolled it up so that she was able to pull directly on the material that covered her breasts. Her face was flushed and looking over at me with half-lidded eyes she licked her lips and said, “I’ve shown you mine, are you gonna show me yours?”I hooked my thumbs in the elastic waistband and lifting up slightly off the couch I pulled my shorts down allowing my cock to spring free. I sat back down and kicked my shorts off my feet. Beside me I heard Gretta’s sharp intake of breath and then she said, “Oh David, that’s lovely.”On the screen, the video brother and sister had progressed past mutual masturbation and the sister was on her knees in front of her brother grasping his erect cock and kissing it while her other hand remained busy between her legs.As Gretta and I sat there basking in our mutual excitement, a small note of doubt intruded at the back of my mind. I could see in Gretta’s faltering expression that she too was confused about what we had gotten into. She slowly closed her legs and let the shirt fall back into place as she said uncertainly, “I don’t think either of us are laughing.””Excuse me?””We were going to watch this and laugh at it and we aren’t laughing, it just made us horny.”I knew that she spoke the truth and as badly as I wanted to continue, I knew I’d regret my actions if I did.Reaching down and groping for my underwear I replied “I guess we’re more sensitive to stuff like this then we thought.””Yeah, I guess we are.” She said in a small voice smoothing the shirt over her thighs, “I thought I’d be able to laugh at the whole thing….but I feel…..well really excited and I never intended to get….that way…I never intended to get….you that way…I feel like such a.” She thumbed the remote and the picture faded from the screen.”Don’t be stupid” I said pulling my shorts over my still raging hard on, “We tried an experiment, it didn’t work out, no harm done.””No harm?” she said standing up and pulling the shirt back up. Her cunt was still swollen and shiny with excitement, “I just spent the last hour showing you this! No, don’t bother turning your face away now, go ahead and look, I don’t imagine you’ll soon forget what a slut I am.” She let the shirt fall back down and stood looking at me, eyes bright with tears.Standing up, I put a hand on her shoulder and said, “Look, did you think I expect you to be as pure as the driven snow? We both have fantasies and sexual feelings about all kinds of things. Does that make us perverts?. I don’t think so! That just makes us normal k**s, after all, what have we really done that’s wrong?”She took a step closer and said, “David, I just don’t want you to think I’m a slut.””I would never think that about you.””I’m glad, what you think about me is important to me.””I know.”Glancing at the clock, Gretta said, “It’s pretty late, I guess we should try to go to sleep.”I agreed and we shut off the light and walked back into our bedroom. Gretta switched off the desk lamp, plunging the room into pitch-blackness and we both fumbled our way to our beds. I climbed into mine and lay down listening to Gretta as she got comfortable.I lay in the darkness, my cock throbbing with the urgent need that had been building all night. My entire body was still aflame as I remembered the vivid scenes that we had sat watching together. I was resolved to ignore it and go to sleep.”David?””Yeah?””I feel really bad about tonight.””It wasn’t your fault.””I know, but I feel like I tortured you asking you to watch that with me, you must be really frustrated.””Well, now that you mention it…I…guess I can deal with it.””I keep asking myself, if it got to me so bad, how must it have affected you?””You saw how it affected me.””I know, I guess you saw what it did to me, what it’s still doing to me.””Still?””I keep picturing you…just looking at me…instead of the movie…I think I liked that best of all.””Me looking at you?””Oh yes, I know it sounds really sick but I was this close to asking you to…touch me.””You were?””Or else touching myself, we were practically both doing it anyway during that last scene.””I know” I said reaching down and giving my still rigid cock a squeeze, I’m practically still doing it right now.””You are?””Yeah””David?””Um?””If you need to…touch yourself…you can…I won’t mind.”This was too much, I slipped my shorts off and began to openly masturbate.”David?””Yeah?””Are you…?””Just a little” I said, masturbating faster “just to take the edge off. I hope that’s OK”I heard a sharp intake of breath, “I don’t mind…really, I know you need…to um take care of…that….dick, that hard…cock.”There was a minute’s quiet punctuated by our ragged breathing.”David?””Yes Gretta?””What are you thinking about…while you….do that?””I…can’t….say.””Are you thinking about me?””Yes…I am.””I’m thinking about you too…right now.””You don’t mind me thinking about while I’m…doing…this?” My slippery cock was quite audible in the dark room; I didn’t care.”That’s OK, I’m doing it too.”In the darkness I could hear the small wet sounds she was making.”Oh Gretta, that’s so hot…I’m almost there…””Wait” she gasped, “I’ll do it with you just give me a minute and we can…both…do this…together””I’m waiting” I said removing my hand from my cock, “But I don’t know how long I can…hold on.” Even as I spoke hot cream began to spill from my cock and run down the sides of my rigid shaft. I took a shuddering breath and said, “Gretta, you’d better hurry…”The pace of her rubbing increased, ” I liked you looking at…my pussy…I like you knowing that I’m rubbing my clit right now so…Oh David, now! I’m gonna do it now!””Gretta, I can’t wait any longer, I’m…I can’t help it…here I go!”Before I could even touch my cock it began spewing jets of come into the air that pattered on the sheet around me splashing my chest and face. I heard Gretta cry out incoherently and then he sound of her rubbing became much wetter as her orgasm washed over her, sobbing under her breath as it did. I continued to squirt my cream high into the air in utter relief, no longer caring if it was right or wrong, only that it felt so nice. We lay there, four feet apart in utter pitch darkness, shuddering and climaxing shamelessly relieving our shared passion.We didn’t say anything after that. The late hour and the intensity of our respective orgasms swept us off to sleep moments after we finished.Have you ever waked up in the morning after a life-changing event? Maybe the death of a loved one, a major auto accident…something like that? If you have, you can identify the way I felt when I woke up the next morning.I came out of a sound sleep and for a moment or two, it seemed like the night before had never happened and then I opened my eyes.I had fallen asleep on the top of my bedclothes and I was naked. I also had an erection. Where this came from, I have no idea. It certainly wasn’t connected to any feeling of arousal I was presently experiencing. Ashamed of my apparently endless perversion, I rolled over to search for my clothes and I could see that like me, Gretta had fallen asleep on top of her blanket. She was also naked.Even as the guilt and self-estrangement was filling my very soul, I looked at her. My angst didn’t prevent me from sitting there for a couple of minutes enjoying the sight of my sister as she slept nude.She was indeed beautiful, her long blonde hair s**ttered over flawless skin, she slept on her side in a semi fetal position, hands trapped between legs, breasts thrown into shadow. As I watched, she rocked slightly as her long legs flexed and her breathing deepened. A few moments later, she rocked again and murmured something in her sleep. As I watched fascinated, she began to rock rhythmically against her trapped hands. I realized that she must be having some kind of sexual dream. What really shocked me was the realization that I had started to masturbate right along with her not even thinking about what I was doing.Common decency made me leave the room and take my very hard dick elsewhere for relief. I don’t know what the outcome of her dream was, but I took a nice long shower and when I emerged, any remaining sexual issues had been dealt with for the time being at least.When I emerged from the shower, the phone was ringing. I heard Gretta pick it up in the other room.A little while later she padded in wrapped in a sheet and sat down on the couch next to me.”That was the front desk with good news and bad news, which do you want first?””The good news, I guess””They’ve got my luggage downstairs and they’re bringing it up.””And the bad news…?””Our flight out leaves at noon tomorrow.”This left us with another day to kill. Gretta called our parents and brought them up to date and they arranged for another night’s stay at the hotel.For the first hour we could barely look at each other. We spent most of the morning avoiding each other I read a book and Gretta watched TV in silence. Around noon, Gretta came in and sat on my bed. She had been crying.”David” she began, “I am so sorry…”I cut her off, “I’m the one who should be apologizing.””You?””Yes, me, I could have stopped us any time, but I just let things get more and more out of hand, I’m supposed to be the older brother and I didn’t do a very good job at all.””But I was the one acting like a slut….just because I watched a dirty movie.””I was right there with you.”We were quiet for a moment and then Gretta said, “I guess there’s enough guilt to go around, the konya escort bayan question of the hour is what do we do now?”We decided that the night before had been an aberration, an abnormal situation that wouldn’t repeat itself in a million years and the best course of action was to pretend it never happened and not to discuss it further.I wish I could say that we pulled in our horns and acted like a normal brother and sister for the remainder of the time we were trapped in that hotel in Aurora Colorado, but I’d be lying.We had good intentions, but it was pretty hard for us to put Pandora back in her box especially because we were so far from home, there was nothing to do and our experience that first night had been so arousing.We did try, sitting and watching movies on cable, eating at the hotel restaurant and relaxing, but the more we tried to ignore what had happened, the more it seemed to loom over us like a great unspoken cloud. Still we got through the day pretty well. We ate dinner, went up to our room and packed our stuff for the flight in the morning.We went down to use the exercise room and go swimming and after an hour’s brisk workout and swim, we were sitting in the steam room sweating through our bathing suits drinking huge glasses of cool, clear water and talking when Gretta said. “Do you really think we’re going to be able to get through the rest of our lives without discussing last night?”I considered this for a moment and said, “I had hoped we could manage, but since we’re talking about it right now, I guess I was wrong.”You don’t have to be so mean about it.””I guess you’re right, I’m sorry.”She swallowed and took a drink, “I just think we should be honest about what happened.””What really happened?” I asked angrily. “Nothing, that’s what happened, a big fat nothing, we masturbated in the same room, so what!””That’s what I’m trying to get at, we don’t have anything to feel guilty about, we just did what we’d have done if we were alone,” Gretta said quietly.I was drawn up short. “So you’re not…bothered?””I’m not saying we should make a practice of it” Gretta replied, “I’m just saying that it’s not the big deal we’ve been making of it.””I can’t believe that I’m hearing this from my prissy little sister, but I’m in total agreement.” “I wasn’t so prissy last night” she said with a sparkle in her eye.”I guess you weren’t.”I reached over and took a swallow of water., finishing the glass, Standing up, I said “I’m out of ice, I’m going for a refresher, “Get me some too, lots of ice, the steam keeps melting it.” Gretta handed me her glass and I took it. Outside, I grabbed a plastic pitcher and filled it with ice. I carried it and the two plastic glasses back in and sat back down.Gretta hit the steam switch and swirls of white steam began to obscure our vision until all I could see was Gretta’s shape sitting on the stone bench next to me. The heat in the room inched up until we were both streaming with sweat. I watched a bead run down her neck, over her shoulder and disappear between her breasts.”David?””Yes?””What we did last night…have you…ever done that…with anyone before?”My face reddened, what a question! I stammered, “Uh, not really, not with a…””Not with a girl?””Uh yeah, not with a girl” my face was scarlet. I took a deep drink of water to mask my embarrassment.”Same here.”My humiliation was almost instantly replaced by intense interest about which of her friends she had masturbated with. Before I could get the question out she placed a finger on my lips.”Just a friend. I’m not going to name names and I don’t expect you to either, I just wanted to know…if you’d done that too.””Just once” I croaked, “I think I was a little drunk.””I wasn’t drunk or anything, it was just me and a couple of girlfriends, we got to talking and then one thing led to another…and before we knew it we were watching each other…and…””And what?””You know…just stuff.””What kind of stuff?””Just….a little kissing and…some touching.””You?””I didn’t touch anyone, but I sure watched…and touched myself.”I felt my cock coming to life in my swim trunks and despite my best intentions, I just had to ask the next question, taking a swallow of water to moisten my dry throat. I knew the conversation was heading out of control when I asked a question that I knew the answer to. “Did you like them watching you?””Just thinking about it gives me the shivers David, as a matter of fact it’s what I usually think about when I do…what we did last night.””Do you do…that often…what we did last night?””Do you?””Touché” “When you were with…your girlfriends…””Yes.””Were you all totally naked?””Not right away…but yes we were.””Gretta” I said uncertainly as my cock began to strain against the swimming trunks I was wearing, “I don’t know if this is something we should be talking about…right now.”At that moment, the door opened and another couple entered in a swirl of cool air. They were both young, with dark hair. The man was heavy set with wide shoulders and a weightlifters build. The woman was very short and where Gretta was slim and small breasted, the woman was voluptuous with an hourglass figure, wide hips and gymnasts legs. His hair was close cropped. Her straight jet-black hair fell to her shoulders. She was wearing the skimpiest bikini I had ever seen. I whispered to Gretta, “If she coughs, something’s going to pop out.” Stifling her laughter, Gretta nodded agreement. Ignoring us they walked to the far end of the room and sat down on the other stone bench. One of them hit the steam button and the hissing steam again began to fill the room. Soon they were almost totally obscured from our vision.If our vision of them was obscured, our hearing was not. They sat and whispered for a little while and then we could hear them kissing. Every once in a while one of them would hit the steam button, which insured their privacy, but also kept the heat rising until the room was unbearably hot. All the while we could hear as they became increasingly intimate.I looked over at Gretta and could see the sweat streaming off her face and dripping onto her body, also slick with sweat. Her top was nearly transparent and clung to her breasts like it had been painted on. Our eyes met as the sounds from the end of the room progressed from kissing and touching to the unmistakable sounds of a couple having intercourse.Despite the heat, my cock had been unable to ignore the conversation we had been having before the couple entered. I had been semi-erect when they walked in. I was now as rigid as a board but this was pretty well concealed in the swirling tendrils of steam.Looking over at Gretta, I could see a slight flush in her cheeks. Her eyes were half closed. I had to wonder just what kind of effect this was having on her. I didn’t have to wait for long. I felt her take my hand. Her own hand was shaking, She gave my hand a tight squeeze and I squeezed back. We sat there for a moment holding hands as we listened to the other couple fucking. She slowly moved my hand down to her leg and then with her hand over mine, she spread her legs and moved my hand up until I was touching between them. She pressed her hand against mine pushing it against her cunt. Even through her bottoms I could feel how wet she had become. She rocked her pussy against my hand, the fabric slipping between my fingers and her slick labia. I felt her other hand grasping my erection through my swim trunks and shuddered.For a little while we were content to masturbate each other through our swim suits, but as the other couple continued fucking at the other end of the room, they grew forgetful and the steam began to thin. Their shapes began to emerge from the mist, the girl on the bench, naked with her legs spread very wide. One hand teased her nipples and cupped her magnificent breasts, her eyes closed, tendrils of dark hair pasted to her cheek as she gasped encouragement to her boyfriend. The guy between her legs, on his knees, also naked, every muscle tensed and shining with sweat, fucking her, both of them oblivious to our presence. We could see his stiff and shiny cock as it moved in and out.I felt Gretta pull my hand from between her legs and guide it to the stretchable band at the top of her bikini bottoms. She trembled slightly as she helped me to slide my hand inside under the elastic and guided me to a very slippery and swollen cunt. I slid my finger in a little until I reached her clitoris, which was standing up like a little cock. As soon as I touched it, she shuddered and whispered, “Just make little circles around it.”At the same time, she was fighting with the string tie to my bottoms. In a moment it gave way, allowing her to plunge her hands inside and grasp my rigid cock which she began to slowly stroke.The other couple took no notice of us but continued fucking passionately, increasing their tempo, clearly, driving each other toward climax. Moments later they reached this goal clutching each other and gasping and sobbing as they shuddered in mutual delight.They slowed and then stopped entirely, holding each other in silence as their breathing returned to normal. Wordlessly they disengaged and got to their feet. They bent over and picked up their discarded swimwear and walked to the door. As they left, the girl paused and stood looking at us, each of our hands in the others bottoms, our faces flushed and excited. She slowly passed a hand down her extraordinary body, briefly cupping and lifting one of her heavy breasts. Then moving her delicate hand down to her mound, she parted her still swollen labia, nearly lost in a nest of dark pubic hair, displaying a hard little nub that shone with excitement. A slow smile lit her face as she stood motionless before us. She turned and left the room, a swirl of cool air eradicating the last of the remaining mist. We both sat in stunned silence listening to water drip from the ceiling wondering how our resolve had evaporated faster than the sweat that was vanishing from our bodies. Gretta’s hand remained grasping my still rigid erection and my finger was still firmly lodged in her oozing and swollen cunt.Shaking off our shock, she released my cock and grasping my wrist, pulled my hand from out of her bottoms. Looking at me with confused excitement, she said, “we’d better go up to our room”. She got to her feet and pulling me after her, exited the steam room. She grabbed towels from the table by the door and handing me one said, “I think you’d better wrap it loose.” We were silent on the elevator ride up, but halfway there, Gretta took my hand and gave it a squeeze.Once inside our room, Gretta promptly reached behind her and unclasped the top she was wearing. “I’ve got to get out of these wet things” she said, hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her bottoms and sliding them off “and I’ve got to pee so bad I can’t stand it.”I slipped my trunks off, freeing a still hard cock with the dawning awareness that in addition to a very hard cock, I also had a very full bladder.As she walked toward the bathroom door, I summoned all my courage and, clearing my throat, asked, “Mind if I watch?”She stopped, turned and walked back. We stood facing each other, completely naked. Her face was flushed and looking down I could see that her nipples were swollen and hard. My cock stuck out in front of me like a pump handle nearly brushing her naked hip.”You want to watch me right now?””Yes, if you don’t think it’s too weird””A week ago it would have been weird, now…I guess it…just is something…different.””So you don’t mind?”She was silent for a moment and then she said, “Oh David, I don’t mind at all, as a matter of fact I think I’d like it.” Turning to me she said, “I just hope I can do it with someone watching.” Then she walked into the bathroom.I followed her into the white tiled hotel bathroom. She wasn’t sitting on the toilet like I expected. She was standing in the shower stall with the door open. She stood waiting for me and as soon as I was standing in front of the door, she said “Remember that program we watched last night?””Yeah” I said, licking my lips, I’ve never thought about anything like before that but seeing it happen like that really got to me.”I noticed she seemed to be squirming a little as she asked me “Was that couple downstairs watching us too?”Without hesitation I said, “The girl was.”Gretta shivered slightly and said, “When she was leaving…I was tempted to pull my bottom down and…show her my…pussy.””I wish you had!””Yeah” she said, “then I was going to pee…just a little right there.””Watching them fucking really got to me.””Oh David” she breathed, “It really got to me too. There’s stuff I want to tell you, but there’s also stuff I want us to show each other. Last night, I wanted to get in bed with you so we could…come on each other.” Gretta was definitely squirming now. She stood, her legs pressed tightly together shivering slightly. Goose pimples stood out on her shoulders and breasts.”David?””Yeah?””If you want to jack off, you can, I won’t mind.”As she spoke she began to urinate, at first a few drops pattering on the shower floor and then a stronger stream that began to arch out in front of her spraying the floor at my feet and spattering droplets on my feet and legs. I stood watching her dumbfounded, too transfixed to do anything except watch speechlessly. My hand grasped my cock and began to move back and forth with a slippery sound that merged with the sound of her warm urine splattering on the floor.”I’m so glad you asked to watch…this…I wanted you to ask me…so bad….I was afraid to ask you.”We stood motionless in front of each other, each totally exposed in our own way as I masturbated while we listened to her urine spatter on the floor.Her stream started to diminish and she reached out and took my hand. I think she meant to pee on my hand, which I wouldn’t have minded, but when she took my hand I stepped toward her and my rigid cock slid up against her abdomen. I didn’t pull back but stood there and looked into her eyes as I rubbed up against her.”Do you have to go?” she asked in a small voice.”Yes” I said, stepping back and placing her small soft hand around my cock. but I can’t….right now…I have a little…problem.Looking into her eyes for the first and the last time in my life, I begged a girl to touch me. “Please Gretta” I gasped, just help me a little and…if you want…I’ll help you.”She said nothing, but she didn’t take her hand away either.”And…I’ll tell you a secret.”She squeezed my cock lightly, sending sensation cascading through me.””What kind of secret?” she asked squeezing again.”Last night.””Yes” she said, squeezing again.”When we were talking in bed.””Yes” she started to slowly stroke my cock, “When I was teasing you, telling you about doing it with those two girls.””When you said you didn’t mind if I had to jack off.””Yes.””I was doing it already”David”, she whispered gently stroking me, “So was I.””You were?””I guess I went kind of crazy. I knew we couldn’t just go in and fall asleep. All I could think of was how excited I was and wanting to share my feelings with you, but I didn’t know how to make it happen.” She whispered, leaning closer and brushing her breasts lightly across my chest as her hands continued to bring me closer and closer to the edge.”Gretta?””Yes, David””If you don’t stop touching me, we’re going to have a problem.”Taking me firmly, she began to jack me off rapidly as she whispered savagely, “No we won’t, just promise me one thing””What?””Let me know before you start to come.””I’m going to do it right now if you don’t stop!”She did stop, but just long enough get a better grip on my cock before she resumed masturbating me. I noticed she was only using one hand and glanced down to see her other was busy between her own legs.Before I had time to think she leaned forward and kissed me full on the mouth, her soft lips brushing mine and then opening so our tongues could touch and the kiss could deepen and become more and more passionate. As we kissed, she lightly rubbed her swollen nipples across my chest, shuddering as she did so.The river of sensation caught me in its currents and before I even knew what I was doing I felt my cock throb and spasm and an immense sense of relief as I began to experience the most intense orgasm of my life. Our kiss ended and I heard Gretta whispering in my ear, “That’s right, let it all out, do it all over…us..all over….me I want you to….do it on…my breasts…on my face…in my mouth….Oh David, you can do it in my pussy if you want.”She broke our embrace and stood before me, grasping my cock as It tensed, becoming so rigid it hurt. For a moment we were frozen in time, Gretta standing before me holding my cock in her hand, whispering encouragement, telling me to cream anywhere I wanted, her other hand still moving between her legs furiously and then my cock jumped in her hand. She grasped it firmly, squeezing it so she could feel the contractions of my orgasm.A jet of hot cream shot high into the air between us, fell back and spattered against her cheek and then it began to rain torrents of hot sperm all over both of us as I shuddered and cried out lost in the intensity of climax.Gretta stood and milked my cock as it discharged streams of white cream into the air in ever diminishing arcs until nothing remained and an afterglow as strong as a heroin injection began to flood every inch of my body.Gretta stepped back and as she did I realized two things, first, her frenzied hand still rubbed her cunt wantonly and second I had to pee really badly. As my erection diminished, the sense of urgency from my aching bladder grew and unable to stop myself I began to urinate where I stood before my erection had deflated much at all.Gretta didn’t say anything as I did this, but as my stream grew from a trickle into a gushing outpouring of hot relief, her interest became apparent. A stream of urine spewed out of my still flaming cock and arched several feet spattering onto the bathroom floor. She boldly stepped into the path of my arching torrent so it splashed against her breasts and belly. As the warm urine ran down her legs in shining streams, she grasped my cock again. Removing her own hand from her slippery pussy she directed the flow between her legs so it bathed her long suffering clitoris in a warm pulsing bath.”Oh, yes David, it’s my turn now” she gasped and the hot liquid sprayed between us and spattered on the floor at our feet.She began to climax almost immediately, shuddering and gasping coming flagrantly and without reservation.I have never pissed so long and hard as long as I’ve lived, but even after the stream slowed and stopped, Gretta continued masturbating defiantly climaxing in front of me over and over again. Finally she was finished. We stood before each other disheveled and sweaty, to tired to make sense of what had happened between us. We stumbled into the shower, rinsed the evidence of our disgraceful behavior down the drain and hand in hand walked out and sat on the couch where we faced each other, naked.After a few minutes silence, Gretta spoke.”David, we can either make this a traumatic experience that ruins our relationship, or we can take advantage of the intimacy we’ve experienced here, what do you think we should do?”Smiling I said, “I vote for the improved relationship option.””Me too, how do we handle this…thing between us?”I was silent for a minute and then I said, “Well, in a little while we’re going to go into our room and I’m going to bet we both wind up masturbating together.”Gretta tried to speak, but I cut her off, “That’s what we’re going to do tonight, we might as well not k** ourselves, but when we get out of bed tomorrow, I think you ought to get in the shower – alone. I should do the same. When we walk out of this room, we do so with the knowledge that we have a sexual attraction to each other.””And…?””And we take precautions. We agree to go on with our lives and be respectful of both the experiences we’ve had together here and our future relationship by not bringing them up again or repeating them with each other.””Do you think we can really do this?””Why not? There’s lots of people we’d like to fuck. That doesn’t mean we do it. If we acted on every impulse, I’d be in jail for **** and you’d be there for prostitution.”Smiling Gretta said, “It’s only prostitution if you charge money.””Good point” I said, continuing, “The thing is, I want to be able to sit down with the family at Thanksgiving and be able to look everyone in the eye. When you get married I want to be able to dance with you without getting a hard on and when I get married, I want you to be able to be friends with my wife without worrying about me pinching your ass when she isn’t looking.””OK, that makes sense to me…do you promise that after tonight…no more?””We wake up as brother and sister who share one thing in common – about 48 hours of total amnesia.”Gretta smiled and leaned back on the couch stretching her naked body like a tawny jungle cat. She saw me watching her and said, “David?””Yes?””Talking about masturbating together is making me horny again.”I gently slapped my growing erection in silent response to this comment.”David?””Yes?””How many times do you think we can come together before sunrise?”Pulling her to her feet, I put my arm around her waist and as we walked to the bedroom door, I said, Let’s find out.”EPIUGLOGE TO CHAPTER ONEWe’ve both been as good as our word. After we walked out of the hotel, we enjoyed an improved relationship. We’ve both taken great pains to respect each other’s privacy. We are closer than many siblings are…but….not in that way.Neither Gretta nor I has ever mentioned any incident that took place during our stay at the hotel although I daresay we’ve both looked back on those events in the privacy of our rooms many times as we….you know….got to sleep.That is why I approach her impending move into the apartment with some trepidation. I guess this is sort of the final test for us. I have no doubt that Gretta will pass. She’s never shown the slightest sign that anything out of the ordinary has ever taken place between us. I think she may have succeeded in blotting it out of her conscious mind. I wish I could say the same.I hear the doorbell that should be her.

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