The Black Box

A sudden pulse of energy rippled across his skin, startling Scottie enough to close his eyes. Then, a second later, it was all gone, with just a slowly diminishing tingle of static electricity. Risking the worst, Scottie slowly opened one eye.

He stood in his living room surrounded by the pile of boxes, opened, and papers were strewn out everywhere, just as it all had been mere moments before.

“I don’t get it,” Scottie said to himself as he turned, looking all around the room. He was still in his house, nothing had changed. The same infomercial was playing, now listing the dozens upon dozens of side effects one may experience. Yup. Normal.

Cautiously, he raised the black box remote and clicked the ENTER button. Nothing happened. Nothing changed at all. When he looked at the remote in his hands, all appeared normal there too.

“Shit,” he said. “Did I break it?” he asked looking around the room. No one responded.

Yet, as his vision passed the mantel, he noted his reflection in a mirror. The hairs on his head were all standing on end.

Scottie slowly approached the reflection, mouth agape as he brushed his hand through the short locks. It was as if an invisible balloon was just above him causing all his follicles to stand upward. Yet, as the seconds ticked by, they fell and the tingle was no more.

For the first time, he saw his red cheek. A very light outline of Hannah’s hand still was visible from her slap. His lip was slightly cut and a small dollop of blood was on his lip. He set the remote on the mantel and touched his lip, wincing at the stinging pain.

“Oh shit, Scottie. I got you good, didn’t I?”

He looked over to the source of the sound and found Hannah at the bottom of the stairs, one hand on the banister and the other on her hip. She had changed back into her leggings and v-neck t-shirt. To Scottie, the pants seemed just a little tighter while the shirt was a little looser, or maybe it was his imagination sexualizing everything in the last twenty-four hours.

“Yeah,” he said trying not to look her all over. There was a slight redness to her cheeks, a slight fidget to her stance. “Are you… How are you feeling?” he asked.

She took a deep breath.

“Better,” she said. “I think. It’s been a weird couple of days, right?”

Scottie laughed, then flinched “Ouch,” he said reflexively bringing his hand to his lip.

“Oh jeez,” Hannah said, walking up to Scottie. Reaching out, she held his chin and turned his head slightly to get a better look.

“Gentle!” Scottie said.

“Quiet, you baby,” she said, smirking. “Mom would never let me hear the end of it if I bruised her favorite boy.”

“Shut up.” Scottie laughed as he pushed her away.

“You know it’s true,” she said. “Okay. Let’s put some ice on it before it starts to swell anymore.”

Minutes later, Scottie was leaning against the fridge holding a frozen bag of peas to his face. Hannah sat on the counter beside him, leaning forward. The collar of her shirt gaped, revealing the flesh of her soft globes. It was like they were calling to him, begging for Scottie to just sneak a peek, but he wouldn’t.

“You’re making it really hard to be brotherly here. You practicing getting out of a speeding ticket?” Scottie said.

“What?” Hannah replied raising an eyebrow.

Scottie gestured to her shirt.

“Oh! Thanks,” she said, pulling up the collar, then peering down beneath her own shirt. “It’s not like you can see anything.”

“I can see that you’re not wearing a bra.”

“Well, that’s true,” she said. “Had to change from earlier.”

“Yeah, about that…” Scottie said, setting the peas on the counter. “… How you doing? You looked real shook up.”

Hannah took a deep breath. “Better… I think.”

“That’s good,” Scottie said. “You feel like talking about it?”

She shrugged, then hopped off the counter. “Not sure what I can talk about. Still don’t really know what happened.”

“Hannah,” he said, “You disappeared.”

“… What?”

Scottie ran his hand through his hair. “Like, I don’t really know how to explain it… It’s like one moment you were here. And the next, you were gone. You just… fizzled out.”

He searched her face, his showing only concern.

“You don’t remember any of this?” Scottie asked.

She looked him in the eyes and shook her head.

“No,” she said, “I can’t remember anything.”

Scottie suddenly felt a vibration in his pocket. He pulled out his phone.

“It’s Mom,” he said to Hannah. “Just a sec.”

He answered the call. “Hey,” he said.

“Hi Baby,” replied the filtered voice of his mother. “We just got a call from the contractor at Westbrooke. They think there is an infestation of some kind…”

“Oh dang,” Scottie said. Hannah tilted her head. He mouthed to her, “Sorry!”

“… Your father’s heading over there now. But just in case, do you think you can move the boxes to the storage center on Chambers Boulevard?”

“Yeah, of course,” Scottie said, peering into the living room to see the daunting pile of labor ahead of them.

“Thank you, Sweetie,” she said. “I know it’s a lot of work, but I will make it up to you, I promise. Maybe you can ask your sister to help?”

“Maybe,” Scottie said making eye contact with Hannah. “Not sure if I can persuade her, but I will try.”

Hannah just rolled her eyes as she leaned against the countertop.

Angela laughed. “I wish you luck. If she gives you any lip, you call me.”

“You bet, Mom,” he replied. With an exchange of “Love you” and “Love you too’s”, Scottie ended the call.

“So,” Hannah said. “What does Mother Dearest require of us?”

Scottie grimaced. “So you remember how I asked about the pest thing and boxes yesterday?”

The daggers in her eyes returned.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Together, they started making quick work of the mess Scottie made. Hannah was on all fours, scooping up loose papers as her brother started carrying the boxes one-by-one outside. When Hannah had to bend low to snag an evasive sheet under the coffee table, her brother nearly tripped at the sight of her upturned ass facing him.

Next, they were outside on the driveway. Hannah handed Scottie a large box causing him to grimace and groan. She laughed and started tying a handkerchief in her hair, causing her shirt to rise. When Scottie set down the load, he found himself eye level with Hannah’s exposed naval. Her skin looked soft and smooth. His eyes traveled up, over the upturned hills of her breasts, to her face.

“Having fun?” she asked, lip curling up with the hint of a smile.

Scottie blushed, then suddenly looked confused. “Wait…” he said.

They began to load the boxes into a moving truck. It quickly filled.

“Okay, hold on a second,” Scottie said, but was ignored.

Hannah grabbed the handle to the roll down and closed the back of the truck, locked it, and tossed the keys to Scottie. He caught them in one hand. She climbed in the passenger side, pausing to look over her shoulder as her brother watched.

Scottie looked around. “Okay, what the fuck is going on?!”

They rocked out in the truck to Bon Jovi while Scottie drove.

The truck came to a screeching halt directly outside of their storage bin.

Everything was unloaded in half the time to load.

“Is… this a montage?!” Scottie cried out deliriously.

Hannah closed the storage unit.

Both siblings fell onto the couch, exhausted.

Scottie looked around with a look that can only be described as flabbergast.

“What… the fuck… was that?” he asked sitting up.

“What was what?” Hannah responded.

“All… that!” he said, arms gesturing wildly at the now tidy living space. “This! That took like five minutes!”

Hannah leaned forward, cocking her head to the side.

“What are you talking about? That took all afternoon,” she said as she watched her brother start pacing.

“No, we kept jumping forward. It was like we were going from moment to moment. Just like a montage… like what you would see in a…”

Scottie stopped pacing as his eyes went wide.

“No way,” he said to himself.

Leaping to the mantel, he grabbed the remote and held it with both hands. The LCD screen read ADULT.

“… It didn’t break,” he whispered. “I’m… in inside it?”

Scottie grabbed the mantel to keep balance feeling his knees suddenly going weak.

“Scottie? You alright?” Hannah asked, leaning forward again. Her neckline gaping once more giving her brother a view straight down between her supple hanging globes if he dared to look, and he did indeed.

His face grew red. “Oh fuck!” he said looking back at the remote’s screen, then back at Hannah.

“This is a, uh…” He was stammering. This wasn’t possible. “… I… I have to go…”

He darted past Hannah, making a b-line straight for the exit.

“Scottie! Wait-” was all she could say before he was out the door.

The late afternoon was already seeing a few commuters returning to their suburban homes after a long day at work. As Scottie walked down the sidewalk, his inner thoughts kept commenting on how there were a lot more vans and Bentleys than what felt normal.

He sat down on the curb, still unconsciously clutching the remote control. Across the street, he saw a woman standing on the corner typing away on her phone. Short brown hair in a pixie cut. Tight blouse and a jean skirt and laced sandals.

Feeling eyes on her, she looked up and smiled at Scottie.

She waved.

He waved.

As she was about to speak, a van pulled up. Someone in the back seat started talking to her. Must have been who she was waiting for as they soon drove away together.

Immediately after they left, a brown, busted Chevy pulled up where the van just departed. A flickering pizza sign barely clung to the roof. The door opened and out stepped a scrawny, red-headed kid who must be 18 or 19, but was surely missing his weekly board game group for the afternoon shift. Reaching into the back of the car, he retrieved an impressive stack of pizza boxes, then turned and walked up to a house.

Scottie watched as a group of coeds wearing what barely qualified as pajamas answered the door. They cast him puppy dog eyes and duck lips, then yanked the poor guy inside.

As the door slammed shut, a scuffling of feet drew Scottie’s attention to his right. He looked over to see an older man in his 50’s shuffling along, wearing a trench coat and approaching a mail carrier, just walking her route and doing her job.

He mumbled something to her about a package, then opened his coat revealing his saggy nakedness. Apparently, it was her kink as she nodded as if impressed, grabbed his flailing penis and dragged him to the bushes.

Suddenly, everywhere Scottie looked, people where either jacking off, jilling on, kissing, frigging, fucking, sucking, or if not participating, passing on by as if everything was normal. Hell, there was even a coed with a finger up her own ass watching a guy pounding his meat while he watched Old Widow Anderson watering her roses, all in broad daylight!

“Fuck me sideways,” Scottie said to himself. “… everything’s a porno…”

Slowly, a smile formed on his face.

“… and I’m inside it….” his smile grew wider. “… I’m in fucking Porno Land!”

Few can relate to the pure joy, excitement, and even a little fear that one feels when they win the lottery. Scottie felt in that moment as if this was leaps and bounds beyond even that.

He laughed out loud just imagining all the possibilities. His mind was going a mile-a-minute, which would explain why he didn’t hear the police motorcycle pull up.

The all too familiar chirp of a police siren woke Scottie from his horny daydream as he looked over, shielding his eyes with his hands from the setting sun as a figure emerged from the vehicle. Scottie was only able to make out the silhouette of the officer, but judging by the gentle sway in their hips and the curves on their form, he felt a stirring in his nether region.

“What going on here?” a feminine voice asked as she towered over him, casting Scottie in her shadow.

Scottie lowered his hands to see a beautiful woman in a police uniform that appeared to be almost painted onto her buxom curves. She had dark skin and full lips, but a stern expression. Her eyes were hidden behind her aviator glasses and hair beneath her helmet.

Scottie tried to say something but kept tripping over his tongue.

“On your feet, now!” she barked having no room for patience.

Scottie scrambled to his feet. Though he was physically taller than the Officer, her poise and stature seemed to cause him to appear feeble and weak.

“We have been receiving reports of a Peeping Tom around here,” she said looking him up and down. “Adult Male, late teens, maybe early twenties. About 6 feet…” she started to circle him as she spoke. “You know anyone who fits?”

Scottie tried to turn his head to address her.

“That seems-“

“Eyes in front!” She ordered. Scottie quickly turned to look straight ahead.

“Now, answer the question,” she repeated.

Scottie gulped. “… that could apply to a lot of people…”

“That wasn’t my question.” She stood closer behind him. Scottie couldn’t help but feel smaller.

“I asked…” Scottie could feel her stretch up behind him, pressing her chest into his back. “… if you know anyone who might fit?” her warm breath was on his ear.

Scottie gulped. “… Fit?”

He felt her hands on his waist holding him firmly in place, then she thrust her own groin against his backside.

“Could that be you?” she breathed. “Do you think you could… fit?” She nipped at his nape, her lips brushing against the tiny hairs on his neck.

“Or…” she growled, running her hands down his sides, “… do I need to see if you’re packing?”

“Oh god, yes please,” Scottie thought out loud.

“Wait! Candice!” a voice called out.

Scottie, still fearful of turning his head, looked as far to his side as his vision would allow. Just barely, he could make out Hannah running down the sidewalk in his direction.

“Wait!” his sister called again “That’s my brother!”

The officer stepped back. “Don’t move,” she told her perp. Scottie just nodded vigorously.

She walked up to her bike and took off her helmet as Hannah caught up, taking a moment to catch her breath.

“Hannah,” she said through her teeth. “… I’m in uniform.”

“Oh shit,” Hannah panted. “Sorry, Officer Goodbody.”

Candice waved it off. “It’s a little late for that,” she said. “What’s going on?”

“Him,” Hannah said pointing to her brother. “That’s not your guy. That’s my brother, Scottie.”

Scottie piped up. “It’s really okay, Hannah-“

“Shut it!” both women said in unison.

Hannah rolled her eyes at her brother. “He’s not what you’re looking for.”

Candice took off her sunglasses and looked back to Scottie. They locked eyes, Scottie wanted nothing more than to be handcuffed and searched by her, and she knew it.

“You sure?” Candice said, biting her lip. “He just might be-“

“Totally sure,” Hannah cut her off. “But, you might like to know, I did hear of some hooligans loitering at the Five & Dime. I’m sure they could use someone to straighten them out.”

Officer Goodbody looked back to Scottie and sighed.

“Pity,” she said, putting on her shades. She strutted up to Scottie, who still hadn’t moved an inch. Candice stood firm, directly in front of him in that space just inside of one’s personal bubble. She took her baton out of its holster and placed the tip against his inner thigh. Ever so slowly, she dragged it upward.

“Looks like you’re free to go,” she said, yet Scottie didn’t move.

She wet her lips with her tongue.

“Do stay out of trouble for me, will you?” She whispered as she moved inches closer. “Or I might have to come back and put you in cuffs.”

She then tapped her baton directly on his hard-on with more force than was comfortable. “See you, Scottie,” then walked back to her bike.

The poor, horny Scottie Miller watched as she swung her leg up, mounted her motorbike and then nestled herself into her seat. She put on the helmet and arched her back to push out her perfect ass. With a smirk, she revved the engine, then rode off.

Hannah and Scottie watched her go then turned back to each other. Scottie only now remembered to breathe.

“Hey,” Hannah said, waving a hand in front of his face. “… You okay?”

He took a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m fine. Hey, I was totally handling that, by the way.”

Hannah laughed. “Oh, I’m sure you were,” she said. “You probably won’t ever believe me but I just saved your ass. Literally.”

“What?” Scottie said, perplexed as ever.

Hannah was still chuckling. “Candice. Officer Goodbody.” Hannah nodded in the direction their cop drove off. “You ever hear the phrase ‘Who put a stick up their ass?’ Well, it was likely her. But, hey, if that’s what you were into, I’ll get you her number.”

Scottie looked around.

“You know what,” he said. “I think I just wanna head back. This has all been… a lot.”

Hannah nodded. “No sweat, ‘lil Bro. I’ll make dinner.”

* * *

Chapter 4: And They’re Always Glad You Came.

When they entered the house, Scottie found himself naturally heading to the living room and laying on the couch, staring up. Hannah, true to her word, went to the kitchen. Not a thing was spoken between the two. She didn’t ask if he wanted spaghetti but knew he would. She handed him a bowl as he lay on the couch while she ate hers at the counter. When she saw he was done, she did the dishes.

She returned to the living room finding him sitting up and staring at the remote in his hands. She took a seat on the loveseat beside the couch.

“So,” she said. “You going to tell me what’s going on up there?” she asked, pulling her feet up under her on the cushions.

Scottie frowned. “I’m not really sure,” he said. “I feel like I should feel like a kid in a candy store right now, but… I don’t know…” he trailed off, not knowing what words would fit.

“This has to do with the black box?”

Scottie nodded. Looking at his sister, he found himself comforted. She was always there for him whenever he needed her. If this really was a reality where it was effortless to get laid as the world of porn implied, someone like her should have people lining up around the block.

He couldn’t put his finger on any singular factor, nor had he really noticed before, but she was beautiful, and sexy, and had that subtle hint of a wild side. As his eyes traveled across her form, he found himself getting lost. Her pose thrust her chest out just slightly where he could see the soft shape of her breasts with small bumps where her nipples kissed her shirt. He was never good with sizes but wagered they were each more than, what? A Handful? Just large enough where they would swing when she bent over or would allow a perfect bed to nestle his cock between-

Scottie’s face suddenly went red as he looked up, locking eyes with Hannah who held a knowing smile. She raised an eyebrow, he looked away.

“Third time today I caught you. Something I should know?” she asked swiveling her feet from beneath her to the floor, legs together. She scooted herself to the edge of her seat.

He couldn’t help but look down, right at her feet. Tiny, delicate toes with red nail polish. When did she paint her toenails? Her ankles were crossed together. Then his eyes traveled up her smooth, long legs. She used to be on the volleyball team. Pretty good player. He was always excited to see her in her uniform. In those way-too-short shorts that were strangely similar to the ones she wore now. As his eyes crept to her thighs, for a moment, Scottie was certain they parted.

Hannah leaned forward, resting an elbow on her knee and her chin in her hand. She locked onto his eyes, unblinking.

“Sco-tttie,” she sang. “Hey. You in there?”

Scottie blinked, shaking his spell as he turned to look at his sister. She seemed to hold his attention, sitting with patience, love, and radiating sexuality. Her hair wasn’t perfectly styled, just messy enough. Her makeup was light, accentuating her lips and eyes, though Scottie admitted it was unnecessary. Her shorts were just tight enough to define the curves of her hips, thighs, and ass, while her shirt hung so loose, it lured one’s eyes to her flesh hidden beneath.

“I… I need a moment,” he stammered and bolted to the bathroom praying to all the gods she couldn’t see the bulge in his pants.

At the sink, Scottie reached in and splashed cold water across his face, shocking his senses. He braced his hand on the counter, leaning forward and looking into the mirror. His skin glistened from the water as it still dribbled across his face. The redness of his cheek had gone, the cut on his lip almost unnoticeable. Looking himself in the eye, he shook his head.

“Get it together, Scottie,” he said.

His mind was in turmoil. This was Hannah. His sister. His partner in crime when they would sneak extra cookies from the kitchen pantry. His bunkmate when their family was less well off and lived in a meager two-bedroom. And even though their father takes credit for teaching him how to roller skate, it was Hannah who corrected all the bad habits he had learned from Dad. He shouldn’t lust for her of all people. He’s got to get this under control.

Scottie’s just overstimulated right now, that’s all. His sister isn’t oozing 100% pure, uncut sexuality; that’s Scottie projecting his bursting state of horniness on her. That had to be it. He’s never felt these feelings for her before. Technically speaking, those times he would sneak peeks of her in her bikinis shouldn’t count. He was a horny teenager and the sight of exposed female skin was something that would draw the attention of anyone. That’s no different than the time she left the changing room door slightly ajar at the mall. Or the time they were out of bath towels and she ran to her room covering herself with only washcloths. Or when… Turns out there were quite a few instances of near-nakedness, side boobs, booty shorts, yoga pants, and observations of her body stretching, bending, and flexing in various ways that got his blood pumping.

But, that was just because she was a woman, right? A beautiful, curvy, funny, intelligent, sexy woman. And he was her brother, ready to help her in any way she would need as any little brother would. Whether that was laboring over multiple days, or nibbling on her perfect nip-NO! Not that! He’s her brother, and she’s his sister. That wouldn’t be right anywhere in this world…

… But then again… he wasn’t in his world. Technically, that would mean that that isn’t his Hannah. It is Hannah, of course, but not his. So, if something were to happen here, it was, in fact, the world of porn, so wouldn’t it be somewhat acceptable? Just like drinking ages differ in different countries. Maybe morality is different in different realities? It might even be rude to reject an offering. He didn’t want to be rude, not in the least.

Once more, his reflection’s gaze met his own.

Who was he kidding? He knew what was right, and what was wrong, and this was as far into the morally perverse that one could get. And so, with a heavy sigh, Scottie’s mind was set. He would go back to the living room, grab the remote, and head back to his reality.

With a nod to his own reflection, Scottie left the bathroom. He opened his mouth to say something, but the moment he saw Hannah, he stopped.

She had moved from the loveseat to the couch, lying on her back on the opposite end from where her brother walked in. Her head turned to the TV as she clicked on the television’s remote, mindlessly surfing the channels. Her legs were parted, both bent at the knees. One was propped up leaning against the back of the couch, while the other rested on the cushions. Scottie’s view naturally was able to creep up the short leg of her shorts, along the smooth skin of her inner thigh, to then catch the edge of her pink panties molded against her mound.

Change of plans. Scottie was going to fuck his sister.

“Welcome back,” she said as he entered the room. Her eyes remained on the television. Her knees swayed, teasing her brother with tantalizing views. He couldn’t tell whether or not it was deliberate.

Scottie sat at the opposite end of the couch, her feet now inches away. His gaze ran up her legs, then running the inside track of her inner thigh, then sliding back down to the soft juncture of her thigh and pelvis that dipped beneath the hemline of her panties.

“So, I see you moved,” he said.

“Mm-hmm,” she said without looking at him. “Better view from here.”

“That’s for sure,” he said before thinking. Hannah turned her head back to him and raised an eyebrow. Mustering his courage, Scottie spoke.

“Not sure Dad would be too happy with you sitting so unladylike,” he said. “I can almost read the brand of your underwear.”

Hannah set the remote down. Raising up on her elbows, she kept her legs open, exposed.

“You could look away,” she said. Her expression appeared to be more of a challenge.

“Don’t want to miss the show,” Scottie said, doubling down. He marveled at his own bravado.

The faintest hint of a smile crept at the corners of her lips, but she held it back.

“I’m bored,” she said, closing her legs and sitting up, closing the show to the public. “Wanna play a game?”

“Like Parcheesi or…?”

“Hell no,” Hannah said. “How about Truth or Dare?”

The movie buff in Scottie rolled his eyes at the absurdity of the easy game, but his inner horny college boy was winning out. Everything’s gotta have a gimmick. All Scottie had to do was play the role.

“Aren’t we a little old…”

Hannah smirked at him. “Sounds like someone is chickening out.”

Scottie smiled.

“Alright, Sis. Go ahead, ask away.”

She shook her head.

“Uh-uh,” she said. “If you have your way, it will be truth all night long. Gotta make this more of a challenge.” Hannah turned around in the seat and dug deep into the cushions of the couch. Scottie tried to pry his eyes off her ass as it raised in the air, begging to be squeezed.

“Got it!” she said, spinning back around and holding up a quarter.

“Heads, truth.” She flipped the coin showing the back. “Tails, dare. Sound good?”

Scottie furrowed his brow. “So do I call it?”

Hannah smiled and shook her head. “Nope. We just let fate decide.” With that, she flipped the coin to Scottie. “You’re up first.”

Scottie caught the coin and as if by reflex, slapped it against the back of his hand, holding it there. He pulled his hand back.

“Heads,” he said.

Hannah looked at him and cocked her head in thought.

“Why aren’t you dating anyone?”

Of all the questions she would ask, this was not one he expected.

“Dang, Hannah,” he said. “Going deep out of the gate.” He flipped the coin as if in thought. “I want to, I do, but when Shelley and I broke up after winter break, it kinda messed with me a little. She said it was because I couldn’t manage a relationship and try to keep my grades up, which was partially true. That kinda got me to a place where now I’m hesitant to start anything as it took me a good two months to get over her.”

“Really?” Hannah said. “So, no flings then?”

Scottie shook his head. “Not really. I… hold on, that’s another question. You’re gonna have to earn it.” He flipped the coin to his sister. “You’re up.”

She caught it and looked. “Heads.”

“When was the last time you ‘got some’?” he emphasized the last words by raising his eyebrows.

“By got some, you talking ’bout what? Fingering? Oral? Full on hanky-panky?”

Scottie laughed. “Jeez, I’ll let you decide.”

“Well, if fingering counts, this morning, but that was a solo gig.”

Though it was his question, he was in no way prepared for the answer. His face flushed as an image of Hannah tweaking her own nipples with a hand down her panties planted itself in his mind.

Hannah laughed and tossed him the coin. He missed catching it and it landed face-down on the couch.

“That’s a dare, little bro,” she said, kneeling on the couch facing her brother. Her nipples hardened beneath her top.

“… and I dare you to ask me what I was thinking about when I did it.”

Scottie’s mouth opened and the words slowly fell out. “… what.. what were you thinking about?”

She leaned forward resembling more of a predator about to devour its prey.

“I was wondering what your cock looked like,” she said, biting her lower lip. “I was just curious, and it got me pretty hot and worked up as you can see.” She looked down and ran a hand over her clothed breasts, her fingers catching the buds sending a shudder through her body.

Her poor brother sat there, mesmerized by her. So much so that he almost missed her picking up the coin, then dropping it back on the couch. “Looks like a dare for me,” she said.

Scottie gulped.

“I dare you to take your top off.”

Hannah smiled, then pouted as her hands held the bottom of her shirt. “But I’m not wearing a bra. That would mean you would see my titties,” she said.

He grinned, leaning into her game. “Then I dare you to show me your titties.”

Slowly, she lifted the shirt up, keeping her hands close to her body.

“A dare’s a dare,” she said, and lifted up, letting her breasts drop, then quickly tossing the garment to the side.

Scottie was desperate to hold back his drool as he drank in his topless sister. Her breasts were perky, full, and each capped with a hard nipple begging to be fondled.

“Ta-da!” she said, holding her arms as if performing magic. “After all these years, you finally get to see them!” Then, while watching her brother, she cupped each one and jiggled them together.

“Not as big as Mom’s, but I like ’em,” she said then pinched her own nipples which somehow managed to harden even more. “So what do you think?”

Dumbfounded. Scottie was dumbfounded.

Hannah reached out and picked up the coin, dropping it perfectly flat so the tails stayed up.

“Take your clothes off,” she said.

“Aren’t I supposed to flip the-“

“Take. Them. Off.”

Scottie took a beat, then tore his shirt off as Hannah laughed in delight, followed by his shoes and socks with the same level of eagerness.

When his hands went to his belt, she stopped him. His sister slid one hand behind his shoulders and the other to his lap, shooing his hands away.

“Uh-uh” she purred leaning down, her face next to his. “I’ll be the one to unwrap the package; if you dare me to that is…”

“… I do-” he said before Hannah leaned in and placed her lips on his.

Brother and sister kissed, inhaling deeply. Scottie’s left hand naturally found the small of her bare back as the other cupped her dangling tits. Her nipples dug like bullets into his palm as he squeezed. They moaned into each other.

“Oh god,” she breathed. “Do that again!”

And he did, causing her to groan again and snake her tongue into his mouth. His own cry of pleasure met hers as she released his belt, button, and fly. Her hand reached into his boxers and retrieved his engorged penis.

“Holy shit, Scottie!” she said looking down, wickedly surprised. “I’m impressed.”

“Thanks?” her brother managed as her fingers traced his length, caressing the crown.

“Oh my god, that feels good Hannah,” he said, letting go of her breast to grab the arm of the couch.

Dropping his cock, she slowly peeled off him. “You think that’s good?” she said as she stood before him, thumbs slipping into the side of her shorts. “Just wait until you feel my tight, little pussy.”

With her hands still at her hips, she turned around, presenting her ass to her brother and looked at him coyly over her shoulder. Then, ever so slowly, she slipped her shorts and underwear down, leaning over as she went.

Scottie watched as his sister’s treat was revealed. Between these two round globes peeked the wet and parted lips of her sex; dewy, and hungry.

Once at her ankles, she stepped out of them gracefully, imitating a ballerina, then turned, showing off all of her naked splendor.

Scottie’s eyes took her all in. Her taut skin was aching to be touched. Her slender hips were begging to be held. Her breasts and the valley between were calling to him, begging to be explored. And then southward, shrouded in a thin patch of hair, expertly manicured, his sister’s vagina, longing to be loved.

“Hannah,” he said, “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

Now it was her turn to blush.

“Thanks, dweeb,” she said, kneeling between his legs. “Compliments like that deserve a reward.”

“Yeah?” Scottie watched as her hands slid up both his legs.

She nodded, biting her lip once more. “Oh yeah,” she said as she tugged his pants and underwear off. Nestling closer to his body, she raised up between his legs, watching as the head of his throbbing member painted a line of precum from her neck to her collar, until the shaft was wedged between the cleft of her cleavage.

“What kind of reward are you thinking?” he asked as she trailed her fingernails against his thighs.

Hannah shrugged, then wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock.

“Not sure yet,” she said, sliding his dick back and forth across her breasts. “But I think this will do.” Hannah lowered her head, maintaining eye contact with her brother as she took his erect cock into her mouth.

“Oh fuck!” Scottie moaned pushing himself deeper into the cushions and his hips up into his sister’s lips as they devoured his member.

Slowly, almost agonizingly so, she engulfed him, slipping as much of his member into her mouth as possible. He could feel her wet, warm tongue massaging the underside of his shaft, then tickling the crown as she retracted.

Hannah pulled back, then measured the length with licks from her tongue, all while watching Scottie’s face as he writhed in bliss.

Pressing him against her cheek, she let his scent wash over her.

“You have a nice dick, Scottie,” she said, slowly jacking him. “I should have been doing this years ago.”

“Holy shit, Hannah,” he said, panting. “I can’t believe you are sucking my dick.”

“I can’t believe you taste so fucking good,” she replied, then gleefully sucked him into her mouth again.

Hannah giggled, her mouth full of her brother. Scottie chuckled as well as it was a surreal experience, to say the least. His expression changed from laughter to blinding pleasure as she suddenly took him deep, digging her nails into both of his thighs.

“OH FUCK!” he groaned deeply. She was toying with him in ways he had never felt with anyone else.

She pulled off and gasped, pride beaming from her face. “You gonna cum for me soon, little brother?” she asked before inhaling his crown once more, sucking hard as she gently cradled his balls, her other hand slipping lower, rubbing her pussy. “I can’t believe how wet you are making me.”

“God yes, Hannah, I’m getting close.”

“Yeah?” she purred. “I want you to come on my tits, okay?”

All Scottie could do was nod as she pulled off him and sandwiched his pulsing member between her breasts, wet with her saliva.

“Fuck my tits, baby. Cum for me,” she said thrusting her chest up and down on him, feeling his cock nudge her chin with each push.

“Oh god. Oh, Hannah!” Scottie said, feeling his groin tightening up. “I’m gonna’ cum!”

“Do it, Scottie! Cum on your sister’s titties,” she begged, squeezing her tits tighter and watching the glistening head of his cock popping in and out of the cleft.

“Hannah! I’m cumming!” he cried as his body tensed. He felt the eruption fire out of his cock, straight up, catching Hannah in her chin. She squealed in surprise before tilting her head down and opening her mouth just in time to catch the next pulse. Round after round shot out from her brother as she milked each one, holding both tits with her hands and watching his cock slowly ease in and out of the pool of semen, before she let go, watching Scottie and “Little Scottie” go limp.

“Holy. Fuck. Hannah,” he murmured. “My sister made me cum.”

“She did,” Hannah purred, running her fingers through his semen and then smearing it around her chest. “And she’s still a bit horny.” Hannah arched an eyebrow. “Got another round in there?”

Oh this lustful vixen, rubbing her own glistening nipples with her brother’s seed while wearing a come hither stare. His cock flinched. Scottie may have been deflated, but far from defeated.

“I might,” he said.

Slowly she stood. “You know, you made quite a mess on me.”

Scottie sat up a little straighter.

“You kinda’ asked me to,” he said as he watched her rub it into her skin.

She leaned down, placing a hand on his shoulder then kissed him as a lover.

Scottie let his hands hold her hips, feeling her size. He slid one up her back and the other down, dipping from the small of her back over the hump of her ass where he squeezed. She purred into his mouth and bit his lip.

Hannah pulled away, grabbing a pillow from the couch and standing up. She slowly sat down on the coffee table, back straight, chest out. Hooking a finger at her brother, she beckoned him closer as she spread her legs revealing her hungry pussy; lips parted, pink, and swollen.

As if on autopilot, Scottie found himself moving to her, watching her lie back down with the pillow stuffed beneath her ass, lifting her pelvis up in the air to him.

“Scottie,” she said with lust. “Get your dick in me now,” she said.

This time, it was her brother on his knees between her legs, cock now as hard as marble and lining up her womanhood. His tip was seeking her heat as he inched closer until he felt himself slipping into the lips of her vagina.

Hannah groaned, rotating her hips in circles trying to coax his phallus deeper. “Just fuck me, Scottie,” she pleaded. “Push it in. Push it in!… Yesssssssss!”

In one move, he pushed his hips forward, sliding his cock into her warm, naked pussy.

“Oh shit,” he breathed. “Fuck, Hannah. We’re fucking. My dick’s inside you,” he said. His brain trying to rationalize the intensely forbidden yet stimulating imagery he saw below him.

“You’re damn right it is,” she said through gritted teeth as his pelvis pressed against her clit. He was all the way in, bottomed out. “Oh fuck you feel good, little bro. Gimme a second.”

She could have all the time in the world as far as Scottie was concerned. This was in no way his first time being inside a woman, but nothing compared to this experience. They were locked together, entwined, brother sheathed in sister like a taboo sword and scabbard. His hands gripped her hips, holding her firmly against him and himself firmly inside her.

Though his sexual experience was limited, this was far from his first time. However, nothing else compared to the way she made him feel, inside and out. How she writhed in pleasure making sexy little sounds with her sexy little movements. He loved how she wiggled her hips when he slowed his pace, and how she gasped and smiled as his pumping increased in tempo. She stretched her body across the table, arching her back and holding her hips up high so he could bottom out with each thrust. It was so carnal, so primal, so overwhelmingly pleasurable. They were so lost in the moment that they nearly missed the sound of the front door closing.

“Hey, kids! We’re home!” called Dale from the entry way.

Oh, fuck!

In a panic, Scottie attempted to dislodge himself from Hannah. Her legs quickly wrapped around him, trapping him inside her. Fuck she was strong.

“Hannah, let go!” he whispered. “It’s Mom and Dad!”

She only groaned in response as Scottie heard their footsteps approaching.

“Hey!” he heard his father say behind him. In a state of shock, Scottie slowly turned his head seeing his parents staring at him. Their dad, of course, was holding a couple of pizza boxes.