Birthday Babysitting - A Present For Sis
Bob Richards was a normal, or at least typical, teenager in many ways. At seventeen he loved playing X Box, and was pretty good at it. He could play three sports with relative skill. He did so-so in school, and could have done much better if he'd really tried. He had over thirty sexual fantasies per day. He dreamed about owning a car, but couldn't afford one. He worked to make a little spending money, but not enough to put on a resume. And, he had a sister, though I suppose that's not something that you could call being average. Still, it's important, because he was average in another way. He paid no attention whatsoever to when her birthday was.
It was made easier for him (to forget, that is) because she had married her high school sweetheart two months after graduation and moved out, at which time he got her room, which, of course, was bigger than his had been. He had settled into it happily and, to tell the truth, didn't miss her all that much.
That sounds cruel, but it wasn't really. It was more of a survival kind of instinct, which the average guy has inside him, whether he knows it or not.
That had been eleven months ago, and he was also average in-so-far as his attitude about things had changed since then. Life seemed complicated to him, which was also normal. Especially when you have a sister.
For those of you men out there who have a sister, you are quite aware that there are several phases that brothers go through as they grow up.
First, you compete with her for resources in the family. Maybe that's not a phase, exactly, since it lasts the whole time you both live in the same house.
Actually, come to think of it, that happens later too, once in a while, but that's a different phase. Anyway, then there's the phase where she's a pain in the ass, whether she's younger, or older. Doesn't matter. She either wants to tag along (younger) or lord it over you (older). In either case, she's a pain in the ass. Then there comes a time when you notice her as a female, as opposed to just a sister. She grows breasts and all the other things you become acutely aware of that make a woman a woman, and, more than likely, she's the one you're most likely to be able to get a peek at when she's naked.
It's not exactly that you think of her as your sexy sister. No, rather it's that she's sexy ... and happens to be your sister. So there is some male interest there, though you'd never admit it to anyone. After all ... she is your sister, and brothers just aren't supposed to think that way about their sisters.
Then she starts to show interest in boys, and eventually she goes out with them. You, of course, get to see her get ready for these dates. That secret knowledge can be invigorating ... and excruciating, not to mention dangerous.
Say, for instance, that she's getting ready for a date and everything is going well. Her hair is working, and she has the right outfit, and her makeup is going on just the way she wants it to. You, as her brother, may be ignored to the point that you can actually stand in the room with her, as she sits in her bra and panties or, if you're extremely lucky, just her panties, and have a conversation with her while you stare at her good parts. Exhilarating! She's looking her best, which you'll remember for later, just in case you need to ease the pressure in the old tube snake.
On the other hand, if things aren't going well as she gets ready, you'd probably be better off being thrown in the lion cage at the zoo at feeding time ... when they're out of food. You don't even have to be in the room to feel her rage at times like that, and she looks for any excuse to vent her anger. And, since she can't vent at the parental units ... guess who's left?
Anyway, whatever happens, you're there when she comes back home. Again, it can be euphoria, or disaster, depending on what happened on her date. If you're like most brothers, the single thing you want to do most is be in a secret place where you can see her undress. This is because you want to see if her bra is still on. You can always hope for the pinnacle of peeping pleasure ... where she drops her skirt, or jeans or whatever, and is no longer wearing panties.
That's good for the next hundred jerk off sessions. Not to mention how good it is for blackmail evidence, should you need that in the future. And, if you have a sister, you'll always need blackmail evidence, sooner or later.
It gets complicated, though, depending on who she went out with. If it was a guy you like, or respect, then her coming home sans panties is just fine. On the other hand, if the guy's a jerk, a bare bush brings the blood to a boil.
Not that there's anything you can do about it. She won't listen to her brother's advice on who not to date. That would be common sense, and we all know how much common sense women have when it comes to picking a guy.
Which brings us back to Bob Richards. He had done all the normal things guys do as his older sister, Lori, grew up, and dated and all that. It was complicated by the fact that she was a cheerleader, and therefore sought after by many a horny guy. Bob's life was made a little easier by virtue of the fact that she seemed to have reasonably good common sense most of the time. He based that on the three times he actually got into position to see her undress after a date. Two of those times she was wearing her bra when her top came off. All three times she had on her panties and she didn't treat them like they were evidence of something she didn't want their mother to find in the hamper.
Then Randy Metzger set his sights on her, and everything went to shit. Randy was one of those guys who tries to get in every girl's panties, whether he likes her or not. He had actually been heard to say "Put a flag over the ugly bitch's face and fuck her for patriotism's sake." Bob knew the guy was lower than whale shit, and he even mentioned that, casually, while Lori primped for their first date.
"You know Metzger is a turd," he'd said helpfully.
"Takes one to know one," Lori had responded.
"Come on Lor," he'd said seriously. "I mean it. That guy is a snake and I'll be worried about you all night."
Lori had turned to him, her gaze level.
"First of all, it's none of your business." She had turned back to the mirror, but kept talking. "Second, he's the captain of the football team, and has been offered a scholarship to State to play football." She stopped talking long enough to expertly apply lipstick. She kissed her image in the mirror. "And thirdly, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself." She looked at him in the mirror. "Now get out of here you pervert. As you can plainly see all I have on is my bra and panties."
It had gone downhill from there. For who knows what reason, Lori had decided that Randy was going to get out of the fuck 'em and leave 'em business. She wasn't stupid. She knew his rep. But the way she dealt with it was to keep her legs closed. She let him play just a little, but wouldn't let him do anything that involved semen coming out of his prick. Bob knew this because he overheard her talking to Karen Singleton during a sleepover when Karen came over.
Randy, of course, claimed he fucked her brains out every time they went out, which everybody pretty well knew was horse shit, but wanted to believe anyway just because Lori was a stone fox.
And, oddly enough, it seemed to work. When he couldn't get in her pants, he tried harder and harder until she extracted a ring from him. Even then she didn't let him fuck her. She started blowing him then, but he didn't crawl between her silky white thighs until their wedding night. I, your humble author, know this, because Bob told me. He knew this because ... well ... that's the rest of the story.
So about now you're saying "Well get on with it!"
Don't be impatient. It takes time to tell a story well.
Okay, okay, calm down ... I'll get on with it.
Anyway, suffice it to say that Bob didn't like his brother-in-law, before or after they were related. You could say it was one of those "He's not good enough for my sister," things. You'd be right. Randy Metzger wasn't anywhere near good enough for Lori.
But she married him anyway.
Which is why, after Bob moved into her room and took it over for his own, it was easier to put her out of his mind as a jerk-off fantasy, which made it easier to forget her in general, which made it easier to forget her birthday.
Now, after a year of college, during which Randy got drunk way too often, and missed practices, and destroyed somebody's property and got kicked off the team and lost his scholarship ... and knocked up Lori ... they had moved back to Hendersonville and were living in a rental house that his parents owned. Lori got a job, while Randy "looked for one" and stayed home with the baby. Even so, Bob got to see a lot more of him than he had ever wanted to.
Which was why Bob thought life was so complicated. He had to be nice to the guy, because he was family. He was an idiot, but he was family. Now, Bob was trying to kill monsters, and his brother-in-law was sitting on the bed behind him drinking one of his father's imported beers. Bob was pretty sure he'd be blamed for that, at least in the beginning.
"Hey, so what are you going to get Lori for her birthday?" asked Randy.
"Birthday?" asked half of Bob's mind as he instructed his sorcerer to throw a fireball at a group of skeletons in the next room of the castle.
"Don't tell me you forgot your own sister's birthday!" crowed Randy. He liked to make fun of Bob. Bob couldn't figure out why a guy with a year of college would want to hang around with a seventeen year old kid. Unless, of course, it was to be able to make fun of him.
"Of course I didn't forget it," said Bob, his face turning red. "I'll get her something."
"Yeah, sure," sneered Randy. "Hey, I know what you could do. You could donate a night of babysitting for us so I could take her out on the town. You know, I'd wine her and dine her at someplace special ... someplace expensive, and we could do some dancing and we wouldn't have to worry about the kid because you'd be there with him."
Bob wasn't stupid. With Lori as the only breadwinner in the family, the asshole was spending her hard earned money "showing her a good time" on her birthday. Still, Bob knew his sister well enough to know she loved dancing, and getting away from the baby someplace other than work might be nice for her too.
Of course Bob, being seventeen and having that scatter-brain sort of existence, didn't think to tell Lori about the idea. Her turd husband suggested it to his wife, and, three days before the birthday in question, she called her little brother.
"Hi squirt," she said when he answered the phone.
"Hi Lor," he gave his standard greeting. "What's up?"
"Well, Randy wants to take me out on the town for my birthday and when I told him I didn't have a sitter he thought you might be willing to stay with your nephew that night?"
Lori also believed that she could change her brother from the, "I think you're husband is a prick," kind of guy he was, to someone "less judgmental." What that means to us men is "blind to the truth." Why women think they can change men is beyond those of us who are men ... but they always think they can.
Bob's first impulse was to be angry that the turd had stolen his birthday present idea before he could suggest it. Then he admitted to himself that it had been Randy's idea, and that made it harder to be pissed off about it.
"Uh ... sure, Lor. I'm kind of strapped for funds for a present anyway. I could make it your birthday present." He said that in a voice that would have suggested he was asking a question, rather than advancing a good idea.
"I know about being strapped for funds, squirt. That would be wonderful," said Lori.
And the thing was that she sounded like she thought it would be wonderful ... like it was something that did qualify as a present ... something that would mean something to her. And that made Bob feel pretty good about the whole thing.
Lori went on. "If you do that for me I can afford to get a new dress and get all fixed up and that would just be wonderful." It was quiet as she waited for a response, which of course, Bob didn't make. What guy would respond with excitement to the idea that his sister was going to go out and buy a dress?
So she went on. "Um ... I hate to ask, but Randy's going to be looking for work, and I have Wednesday afternoon off, so I could go shopping then ... if I had a sitter then too..."
Bob thought about it. The babysitting part wasn't any big deal, but he had plans.
"I think I'm supposed to mow Mrs. Ethridge's lawn Wednesday afternoon," he said. "I'll call her and see if I can do it in the morning."
"Are you sure?" his sister asked.
"Yeah, I'm sure it will be OK," he said. "Besides, now that you're getting all old and decrepit, you might need more time to get from the parking lot to the store and stuff. As your brother I need to be sensitive to your needs."
It was a good dig, and Bob, being seventeen, was proud of it.
"Well, let's see, little boy," she came back strongly. "I'm going to be nineteen, and that makes you a whole two years younger than me, which means I need to get your babysitting services out of the way before you have to start using a walker yourself. OK, it's a deal! Be there at noon. That's when the sun is right up there overhead in the middle of the sky. You think you can remember that squirt?"
Why, oh why were women able to turn a good dig around on a guy without hardly trying?
"I'll set my sun dial," said Bob. But he wasn't upset, really. She sounded pretty happy, and that brought out the old impulses he had felt when she was sitting in front of the mirror, getting ready to go out on a date, and everything was going well.
Bob, like many brothers, enjoyed it when his sister was happy.
It was almost exactly noon when Bob hopped off his bike and bounded up the old wooden steps that led to the big porch that went around two sides of the house. Even though it was his sister's house, he knocked. He looked at it more like it was Randy's house, and his sister was just staying there.
Her smile, when she opened the door, was both wide and genuine. Like many sisters, she loved her little brother - and had for some time - even though she was only now getting to the point in her life when she could admit that to others.
That smile, and her appearance, made Bob's nuts tighten.
She was dressed in shorts and a tank top. The shorts he remembered, though they were much tighter now than when he had last seen her wearing them. He didn't think about it, but having a baby does that to a woman. Had he been a sister, instead of a brother, he would have been impressed that she could still get into those shorts. He stopped paying attention to the shorts almost immediately, though, because she wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples telegraphed themselves through the tank top making it impossible not to notice them. They were perched on top of breasts that were larger than they had been before the baby, which Bob had noticed in the past, and which made a man just want to reach out and grab onto, like they were a life preserver in a man overboard situation. Bob didn't realize it, but his fingers actually flexed as he stared.
"You're early!" she said, ignoring the fact that he was looking at her chest. Most men did.
Bob's eyes slid to her face and he knew that she knew where he'd been looking. Discomfited by being caught, he stammered.
"Uh ... no I'm not. I'm right on time."
Lori, in that maddening way that women have of ignoring an uncomfortable man just smiled.
"Thanks so much for doing this, Bob. I really appreciate this. Having some time to shop is really precious. Okay. Todd's asleep in his room so he should be ok. Just go check on him a couple of times, but other than that, make yourself at home."
"Sure. Have a nice time," he said, feeling silly.
She turned and actually ran toward the back of the house, returning with her purse. She had put on a bra. Bob wondered if she'd met him braless on purpose, but shook his head. That made him feel even sillier.
"Thanks again, Bobby. You're a big help!" his sister said and gave him a quick hug and kissed his cheek.
That, of course, brought her breasts up against his chest. Her hips bumped his too, pressing directly against the half hard prick in his pants. He realized with a jolt that it was half hard and blushed. Lori didn't seem to notice, and waved as she went out the door, leaving it open behind her.
Bob smiled weakly at his sister, and stared at her as she walked to her car, wondering if she could tell he'd gotten turned on by her. He couldn't believe how good she looked in such a simple outfit. Suddenly he missed seeing her every day around the house.
After getting something to eat and checking on his nephew, who was sleeping soundly, Bob sat on the couch and turned on a "daytime drama" as he liked to call them. One of his favorite authors wrote stories about a little Korean man who could do almost anything in the action adventure arena, and his young white protégé, who was even better at fighting the forces of evil. The old Korean man loved his "daytime dramas" and got testy if he had to miss them.
Bob, however, wasn't much interested in what he saw on the tube, other than the fact that there was a multitude of gorgeous young women acting like sluts all the time. He was fantasizing about being on top of one of those sluts when the door banged open and Lori came in grinning from ear to ear.
"That didn't take you too long," he said.
"I can't believe my luck!" Lori said setting the bag down on the kitchen table and taking her jacket off. "They were having a sale, and I found this amazing dress at 30% off. And all because you let me go find it. You want to see it?"
This, of course, was not high on Bob's list of things to do on a Wednesday afternoon, but he knew better than to say so.
"Uh ... sure ... why not?"
"Oh, I'm so excited!" she gushed.
She dropped her purse on the table and, taking a bag, ran to the back of the house, where he knew her bedroom was. He tried to catch up on his soap opera fantasy, but she was gone now, replaced by an older woman he couldn't get excited about.
"OK!" came his sister's call from the back of the house. "Come see it."
"You're not coming out here?" asked Bob.
There was no answer, so Bob got up and trudged down the hall to the bedroom across from where little Todd was sleeping.
When he turned the corner and saw his sister he almost fell down.
She had waited until she saw him and then twirled, one arm above her head, holding her long dark blond hair up, in an old cheerleader dance move. That much was familiar to him, as was the smile on her face.
But nothing else was familiar at all. He had never seen his sister like this before.
The dress had a skirt that was made of wispy see-through cloth that was dark purple. It looked like the stuff figure skaters wear that blows in the wind as they speed around the rink and was arranged to look as if it were tattered and torn. As she twirled, it clung to her hips and fluttered, all at the same time. Her front was covered, if you could call it that, with a thin strip that went up over her belly button, but had a hole exposing that little indentation. Then it swept to the sides and was molded to her breasts as if it were paint. It somehow held up those big beauties and pushed them together, making what looked like an acre of cleavage before two thin cords went on up and around the back of her neck. It was completely backless, and went so low around her lush buttocks that it promised a peek of cleavage back there if she wasn't careful. She had put on some shiny dangling earrings and a touch of lipstick that was a similar shade as the dress, but lighter. It somehow made her lips look lush and full. She was barefoot, which made her look shorter than usual somehow. All in all she looked like a fairy princess.
She came to a stop facing him, still holding up her hair, and posed, hipshot.
"So what do you think?" she asked grinning.
"Wow." Bob's voice broke, even trying to say that one little word.
"Just wow?" she asked in a mock pout.
"I think I need to sit down," said Bob, aware that his prick was reaching it's maximum potential in his pants, and no doubt would be showing horribly. He bent forward slightly and turned, looking for somewhere to sit. When he didn't see anyplace except the bed that only made things worse and he actually thought about leaving the room.
"Oh ... I see," said Lori with a little giggle. "Well, I guess it passes the boner test."
"Loreeeeeee!" moaned Bob. "It's not funny!" He felt his face flushing and knew he must be bright red.
Lori took pity on him and turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her hands smoothed over her breasts, trying to erase non-existent wrinkles. She noticed that her nipples were both hard and prominently visible.
"Uh oh," she said.
Her turning had allowed Bob to "shift his perspective", so to speak, and his prick was now lying up and across his pubes. It still made a crosswise bulge in the front of his jeans, but his sister's attitude about it had put him a little more at ease.
"What?" he asked.
She turned and pointed on long manicured fingernail on each forefinger at the fat little bulges on the tips of her breasts.
"Todd has made them bigger, the greedy little thing. The dress has a foundation bra in it, but it doesn't cover them. They stick out like a sore thumb!"
Bob stared. The image of a sore thumb in his mind led to an image of that sore thumb in his mouth, which led to the image of those fat nipples in his mouth. He groaned and turned away again.
Lori had felt a little thrill of taboo pleasure streak through her when he first looked at her in the dress. If her own little brother was turned on, then other men would be helpless. Now his reaction to her prominent nipples sent another set of shocking tingles through her. She looked critically at her little brother and realized that she hadn't really paid any attention to him since she'd gotten married. A year had made a big difference in her life - she'd learned some very difficult lessons concerning her husband - and she was shocked to find that that year had made a big difference in her baby brother as well.
She let her eyes roam over his chest, which was much wider than it had been a year ago, to his slim hips. He was turned sideways to her and his butt was tight, but rounded just the way she liked a man's butt to be. He was taller too ... much taller. She shook her head. Her little brother had turned into a hunk of a young man while she wasn't looking!
And he was responding to her as a man too. That might not have been so important to her, save the fact that Randy had been ignoring her, mostly, ever since she had gotten big with his son. She'd stayed just as horny as ever, maybe even more so as her belly swelled, but Randy lost all interest in her after about the fourth month. She'd worked hard to get back in shape after giving birth too, but that hadn't made much difference. She knew how hot blooded her husband was - she'd played off of that sexual desire for over a year just to bag him. Since then she'd had more than second thoughts about what she'd "bagged". More than once she'd remembered her little brother warning her that Randy was no good. Now that very same little brother was looking at her the way she'd wanted Randy to look at her.
These thoughts flitting through her brain happened at light speed, and she didn't really have time to reflect on them. But they affected her face and when Bob finally turned back to her, ashamed that he'd been so out of control in front of his sister, he saw the strange look on her face and mistook it for disgust.
"I'm sorry Lor," he pleaded. "I just wasn't ready for you to ... I mean I didn't realize that ... Oh shit, I'll just leave. I'm sorry."
Lori felt something like shame shoot through her body now. She'd teased him, and he had reacted ... well, like any man might have reacted to such teasing. She felt a rush of affection for him.
"No! Wait. It's my fault," she said. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"Yes it is my fault," he moaned. "I'm your brother, for pity's sake."
"OK, yes, you're my brother. That's OK. But, you're a man too. You can't help that I teased you and you reacted to that. I don't know, but I think maybe I would have been hurt if you hadn't."
"Really?" asked her brother, hope making his voice crack a little. "You're not mad at me?"
For an answer Lori took her hand down, letting her long hair fall to her shoulders. She stood with equal weight on both feet now, hands at her side.
"Bobby..." she said softly, "tell me something, and be honest."
"What?" he said, feeling like this could be a dangerous situation.
"Forget that I'm your sister for a minute. Tell me -- do I look sexy in this dress?" she asked.
Bob stared at her. She'd just looked in the mirror. She had to know she looked sexy as all get out.
"Uh ... yes ... definitely," he hazarded.
His body language shouted that she looked sexy, and that sent that taboo thrill back through her body. She felt her nipples tightening and was afraid her milk might let down. That would make a mess of her brand new dress. For the first time she thought about that little problem, but for some strange reason didn't think it would pop up on her date with her husband. If other men leered at her she could deal with that, and she didn't expect Randy to leer at all, now that she thought about it. But having Bobby think she looked sexy was different somehow. It made her feel special ... beautiful ... desirable in a way that no other man made her feel ... at least not lately.
"Thank you," she said softly. Her hands came up to her hips because she didn't know what else to do with them. She felt a compulsion to tell her brother how she felt.
"Bobby, if I tell you something, do you promise to never tell anyone? Not your friends, not mom or dad ... no one -- ever... ?" she said with a serious tone to her voice.
"Um ... OK ... sure. What?" his voice sounded worried.
"It makes me feel good when you look at me like that," she admitted. "It makes me feel pretty ... and sexy. It makes me feel like a woman."
Bob stared at her. It was like his fairy godmother had appeared suddenly and waved her wand and this beautiful princess was giving him permission to have that boner in his pants.
"Really?" he asked, astonished. "Even though I'm your brother?"
"Really," she said firmly. "I haven't felt like this for a long time."
"But what about Randy?" asked her brother.
"He doesn't look at me like that much any more," she admitted, still feeling the compulsion to admit to her brother that he had been right and she had been wrong. "I think maybe I made a mistake marrying him."
It was deathly silent after her statement. She worried, wondering if her brother would suddenly grin and yell "I told you so, you stupid bitch!"
But he didn't. Instead he said "I'm sorry Lor. That must really suck."
"It's not so bad," she lied, suddenly feeling very lonely. For the first time she had admitted to herself that she had chosen badly when she "bagged the quarterback". She was amazed that she had admitted it to her little brother at the same moment. "It helps, though, knowing that you still think I can look sexy."
Bob groaned. "Damn, Lori, I've thought you were the sexiest woman alive for years now. You had to know that."
She grinned. "Oh, I knew you kept coming into my room to talk whenever I was half dressed. I just never knew how good that made me feel back then. I've learned a lot in the last year Bobby." Her grin faded a little. "I made my bed, and now I have to lie in it."
Bob, who was sitting her bed, looked up. "Let's not talk about you lying in bed, OK? That dress is hard enough on me."
Lori laughed and tousled his hair. "You're so sweet," she giggled. "Why couldn't I have fallen in love with a sweet man like you?"
"Cause I'm one of a kind," said her brother grinning. Things had been defused and he was able to tease her now. He liked the feeling. Most men don't know a woman they can flirt with harmlessly, and it was a lot of fun to do it. "So ... what are you going to do about ... those?" He pointed one finger at her chest.
"Oh, I'll just put in some nursing pads. Just the way you looked at me almost made me squirt. Wouldn't want that to happen on my date, now would I?"
Visions of streams of warm white milk staining her dress flitted through Bob's brain and his prick gave a lurch. "Um ... you could just feed Todd before you left. Then there wouldn't be anything left to leak," he suggested.
"And show off my fat ugly nipples to a bunch of strangers out on the dance floor?" Lori arched an eyebrow.
"I don't know about fat, but no way are they ugly," sighed Bob. His eyes grew concerned at his outburst.
Lori smiled, though, feeling more pleasure at being complimented. She had the sudden urge to be naughty.
"I guess that's not a terrible plan, all things considered. Maybe I should try it and see if it works."
"Yeah," sighed Bob, feeling like he had dodged a bullet. "Good idea."
"So, go get Todd up and bring him here," said Lori.
"Now? ... Me? ... Here?" Bob croaked.
"Of course now, silly. He'll be hungry when he wakes up anyway. What's the matter. You've seen me nurse him before, haven't you?"
"Um ... no ... I think I'd remember that," said her brother, his voice low.
"You are the sweetest thing," her voice tinkled. "Well, we're family, so don't be embarrassed. You've been trying to get a look at my boobs for years. Now's your chance."
Bob turned around and adjusted himself again on his way to the nursery. He got there to find his nephew awake and making little sounds as he stared up at the carousel of baby toys suspended above the crib. The baby's eyes went to his uncle and his face moved as he started to cry.
Bob picked him up and held him awkwardly, afraid he'd drop the little thing or something. He carried the baby in his two hands, arms outstretched, as if carrying something he didn't want to get against his clothes because it might get him dirty.
Lori laughed when he came into the room.
"You need lessons in holding a baby," she said in mock anger. "Go get his diaper bag. I can't believe I left him here with you alone. I thought you knew more about babies."
"Give me a break here," said Bob. "I guess I never paid much attention before."
"That's because you quit coming to see me," she said.
"That's because you moved away," he retorted.
"I've been back for months now," she came back.
"OK, OK, I'm sorry." He left for the baby's room again and snatched up the diaper bag. When he got back he said "OK, now what do I do?"
Lori laid Todd on the bed and expertly changed his diaper, which was wet, but not soiled. She gave a running commentary on why she was doing everything she did. The baby fussed the whole time.
"Why's he crying like that?" asked Bob.
"He's hungry. Men are always hungry," she said. "Especially when a woman's breast is involved."
She finished up, dropping the old diaper in a wastebasket nearby.
"Now he's all ready to eat," she said. "Hold him while I get ready."
She picked up the baby and thrust him in Bob's direction, showing him how to cradle the baby up against his chest and pat his little back. Then she stood back, reached behind her neck, and brought the two little strings to the sides. The cloth covering her breasts fell, revealing the tops of both breasts. The foundation bra clung to and held the bottoms of her breasts until she pushed at the material, which then fell to her waist.
His fairy princess stood in front of him, topless.
Bob gulped as he stared at two large, round, soft looking breasts. Her areolas were huge, covering a third of the tip of each breast. Those areolas were dark, but the nipples protruding from each were even darker. There was a strange look on her face as he stared at them.
"See, I told you they look awful," she said.
Bob's mouth was dry and he had to swallow before he could speak.
"I don't think awful is the word I'd use," he sighed.
"They look deformed or something," complained Lori.
"They look beautiful to me," he said.
"You're just being nice," said Lori, loving the feeling of her brother's eyes glued to her naked breasts. She really did think they looked bad, with their oversized areolas and heavy swollen appearance.
Bob's mind couldn't keep up with control over his mouth. "If Todd's not hungry, I sure am," he gasped.
Lori didn't bat an eye. "Well, let's just see then."
She reached for Todd, who came happily and latched onto a fat nipple before she even sat down on the bed. She cradled him in her arms and looked up at the ceiling, a look of pain on her face as the tingling of her milk letting down shot through her nipples.
"What's wrong?" asked her brother anxiously.
"Nothing," she said, looking at him again. "It's normal. There's this kind of exquisite pain when he sucks." She looked at her brother's wide eyes, which were darting back and forth between the breast Todd was slurping at, and the other one, which was exposed. "Get me a pad out of the diaper bag. My other one is going to start leaking any second now."
Bob fumbled with the bag, not knowing what he was looking for exactly, but trying to find something that looked like a pad to him. He found package of round cottony looking things that reminded him of coffee filters, except smaller. He pulled one out and held it up with a questioning look on his face.
Lori looked at him, her eyes half closed as the baby sucked strongly.
"Press it to my other nipple," she ordered.
"Me?" gasped Bob.
"Yes, you," she said.
He actually tip-toed to the edge of the bed. Then he couldn't decide whether to lean over or sit down beside her. He chose to lean forward and tentatively approached the naked nipple that was now within reach.
"Hurry, I feel it starting," she said.
Just as he got the pad within a couple of inches of the nipple he saw dots of white well up from different places all over the dark nubbin and form fat drops that threatened to fall off the nipple. He licked his lips unconsciously as he dipped the pad under the nipple to catch a drop and then pressed gently against the nipple. It felt very strange to be so close to her naked breast.
"Thank you," she said.
"This is weird," he said, barely above a whisper.
"I though you wanted to see them all these years," she said, her voice serious.
"I did," he said simply. "I just never thought I'd get to ... that's all."
"Do you really like them?" she asked.
"You have no idea," he said.
Her hand came forward and the back of it brushed up against his hardness.
"I think I do have some idea," she said smiling.
The only noise for a few seconds was Todd, slurping noisily and making little grunting sounds as he sucked.
"You really don't mind that you turn me on?" asked Bobby finally.
"I love you, little brother. Nothing can ever change that. You and I have a special bond, and we always will, no matter what. I could divorce Randy, but I can't divorce my baby brother," she said, looking up at him with large eyes.
Bob stared back at her. "You're really thinking about divorce?" he asked, concern in his voice.
"Not really," she said, looking down at the baby. "This date we're going on will tell me a lot about whether trying to save things is worth it or not. I keep hoping he'll grow up and become a man. In a lot of ways you're more of a man than he is Bobby."
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Time to change over," Lori said, changing the subject as well.
She manipulated the baby to the other breast and Bobby stepped back, staring at the one that had been emptied. He could tell a difference in it. It was still large and round, but less swollen looking somehow. The areola on that one had gotten smaller too, and was now only a couple of inches in diameter. The nipple looked crinkled, but was wet. Without being told to he swabbed at the thick rubbery protrusion with the pad.
"That feels good," said Lori, smiling at her brother.
Bob's cock was about to break through his pants by the feel of things. He didn't know what to say, so he said nothing and kept swabbing the nipple, even though it was dry now. Todd spit out the new nipple and Lori sighed.
"He's done. He eats better at night than he does in the daytime. I'll have to express the rest." She looked up at her brother and her eyes slid down to his crotch. "You'd better go on home now Bobby, and take care of that little problem you have before it does lasting damage or something." She grinned at him.
He blushed, knowing that she knew exactly how he would "take care of" his boner. But she wasn't disgusted by it, and that made him feel somehow free in a way he'd never felt before.
"Yeah. I'd better go," he said, backing up.
Lori laid Todd on the bed and stood up. She made no effort to cover her naked breasts.
"Don't I get a goodbye hug?" she asked.
"You've got to be kidding me," he croaked.
She came to him, her hips swaying somehow and put her arms around his neck, pressing her naked breasts against his chest.
"I really do love you little brother," she murmured. She kissed him on the lips, gently, but quickly. "Thank you for this wonderful treat today. It was fun being naughty."
Bob gulped, but couldn't say anything. His hands had automatically come to her sides and her naked flesh felt hot and soft under them.
Lori, with a gleam in her eye, bumped her mons against his erection and then pushed him away.
"Now, go on. I'll see you Friday night ... about five?"
"Yes ma'am," said Bob by reflex.
Lori's laugh filled his ears as he turned and fled.
Neither of them was laughing that night, however. Lori waited up, eager to show Randy her new dress, but he called, drunk and said that he was staying out late with his friends. It ruined her mood and just before he hung up she heard a male yell "It's your turn to buy a round, Randy." Before she went to bed she pulled up their bank account online and saw where he had pulled another fifty dollars out of the ATM. She went to bed knowing that fifty was gone. She was going to have to take measures soon. She worked too hard for Randy to piss it all away on booze.
For Bob, it was entirely different. He went to bed early, with the unconcern of youth, thinking about what had happened that day. Contrary to his sister's assumption, he hadn't masturbated when he got home. Instead he cherished the sexual high he was on and nurtured it until bedtime, thinking back to what her breasts had looked like, and how close he had come to touching one of them skin-to-skin. But the primary thing he thought about was that she had shown him those breasts on her own ... offered them to him in a sense. He tried to make that feeling last as he finally wrapped his hand around his rock hard penis.
He lasted about forty-five seconds.
Friday night came and Bob looked forward to seeing his sister in her new dress again. When he got there Randy was already dressed and ready to go, and was sitting in an easy chair, drinking a beer and watching a basketball game on TV while Lori finished getting ready upstairs. Bob called out when he came in the door. Randy waved his way and he heard Lori call back to him "Come on up for a minute Bobby." He bounded up the stairs and went to her room. When he walked in she was sitting at her vanity, hands up in the air, putting the last touches on her hairdo.
She was dressed in panties.
That was all.
She glanced at him in the mirror and laughed when she saw his open mouth. "You've seen me almost like this. Hand me my dress, would you please, Bobby?"
He reluctantly pulled his eyes from her dark tipped breasts, so round and beautiful and saw the dress lying on the bed. He picked it up and by the time he turned with it to her she was standing, facing him. She took the dress, lowered it to the floor and stepped into it gently, bending over. Bob found himself bending to one side to see her hanging breasts, like ripe fruit on a tree. Lori looked up and saw that he was staring at them as she pulled the dress up over her hips and toward what he gazed at.
She stopped as the dress got just below her breasts.
"You want to touch them don't you little brother? That's a no-no, you know. Looking is one thing, but touching is another."
Bob looked. In fact he stared. While he was staring he licked his lips.
Lori arched an eyebrow. "Oh, so you want to taste them? That would definitely be a no-no."
His eyes pled. He thought she was going to cover them up, but then she whispered, "OK, OK, but just one little taste."
Then she grinned and shoved her left breast toward him. Bob couldn't believe it as his mouth descended over the stiff dark nipple and he gave it an exploratory suck. His sister rasped in a breath and her hands came to the back of his head, holding his lips on her nipple.
"Ohhh that feels so nice and naughty. You know, if I hadn't already fed Todd you'd be getting a mouthful."
Then it was over and she was kissing him on the lips. Not a sisterly peck, but not a long spit swapping kiss either. Her eyes were hot as they looked into his.
"I like being this naughty," she said.
Then she pulled the dress into place, tucked a couple of nursing pads in position and pushed Bob toward the door.
When they got to the living room, Lori had to go stand in front of the TV to get her husband's attention. When he finally saw how she was dressed he whooped, jumped up and said he was ready to go. He put an arm around her, his hand landing on her round ass and pulled her toward the door. "We'll be back around one," he said. And they were gone.
It was quiet in the house. Bob realized his dick was stone hard. And that it had been stone hard all the time since his sister had let him suck her nipple. With a sigh he sat down on the couch and started watching the rest of the game Randy had been watching.
He was asleep when they got home. Lori woke him up when she came in the door. He looked at her questioningly as she was alone.
"Randy's drunk on his ass again. This was just another excuse for him to go out and get wasted. Can you come help me get him inside?" Lori said.
Together they got him in the house and down the hallway to their bedroom. Lori asked him to help get Randy undressed and while they were doing that Bob saw he could see down her dress to her beautiful breasts. Lori looked up once and grinned as she saw where he was looking.
"Have you been thinking about me tonight?" she said softly.
"Yeah. I couldn't help it," he murmured.
He pulled Randy's pants off, his underwear getting tangled in them in the process. Bob stopped, staring at Randy's penis. It was tiny! Well, maybe not tiny, but Bob realized his own penis had to be at least twice as long and much thicker too. Lori reached out and flipped her husband's with her finger. "I guess this thing won't do me much good tonight. Help me with my dress?"
Lori turned her back to her brother and he untied the knot that held it up behind her neck. She was facing the mirror and she let the dress slip down off her breasts. Bob noticed that the nursing pads were gone. Her nipples were hard and standing out. Bob gulped at her image, dressed again only in black panties. She saw him looking over her shoulder at her image in the mirror and reached back for his hands. When she found them, she brought them under her arms and to her breasts. Her meaning couldn't be mistaken. Automatically his hands cupped and covered her breasts, squeezing. She sighed, let him fondle the heavy globes for a few minutes and then turned around to face him, reaching her face up for a kiss.
That kiss made him stone hard again.
"Help me with my panties?" Lori said, her voice low.
It almost made Bob laugh ... the incongruity of her asking for help with something like that.
"You really need help with them?" he couldn't help but ask.
"I want help with them," she said, just as softly and very seriously.
Again Bob gulped as he kneeled, his face even with her mons. Very slowly he reached up and began to slide them down. Inch by inch her sparse blond pubic hairs came into view. Then he saw two drooping vulva peeking out between her legs. She leaned into him, brushing those blond hairs against his nose. He couldn't help himself. It was something he'd wanted to try his whole life, and he had dreamed of doing it with this very woman.
His tongue licked right between those dewy vulva. She gasped and pushed her pussy harder into his face.
"I was thinking about you tonight too," she breathed. "I was thinking about you being hard for me."
She pushed him away and, as he stood up, she sank to her knees.
"My turn," she said in a low voice.
Her hands went to his belt, then the button of his pants and he heard his zipper slide. He felt her hands on the waistband and felt it scrape gently over his hips. She pulled his shorts down with the pants. He sucked in a breath as he felt his stiff penis catch in the cloth, trying to bend, but not being able to. She jerked and his pants cleared his dick suddenly. It bounced upward and bobbed, pointing right at her wide eyes.
"Oh my!" she said, her voice slurred. "I had no idea."
"What?" his voice was trembling. "What's wrong?" He looked at her face, trying to see if she was disappointed or something.
"Oh Bobby," she said, her voice still low and passion filled. "Nothing is wrong. No, baby, nothing is wrong at all. I just had no idea you were so ... big." Her voice trailed off and she licked her lips. Her head tilted sideways as she stared at his cock. "And I didn't know you weren't circumcised."
He started to ask if that was OK as her hand came up and grasped his penis. His question turned into a groan as she skinned the foreskin back off the glans. Her other hand was busy between her legs, moving quickly. Bob began to feel an orgasm coming on quickly and tried to fight it down. Her hand felt so wonderful, but it would all be spoiled if he splattered all over her.
"Lori?..." he began. "I feel funny ... I mean ... something's happening..." He tried to pull away.
Lori let go of his cock, but her hands went to his butt and she held him. She looked up and smiled at the look on his face. "I'm sorry, baby, I should have remembered you're not used to this." She stared at his cock again and licked her lips. "I'd really like to taste you, but I don't want what's about to happen to go to waste."
She stood up quickly and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the bed. Randy was already snoring on the edge of the king sized mattress. Lori sat down on the other side and pulled Bob between her legs. She pulled his head down toward her as she leaned back and he had to put his hands on each side of her to keep from falling on top of her. He looked down and saw his enlarged cock just an inch away from her luscious pussy.
He had to ask.
"What about Randy?"
"Randy hit on one of the waitresses all night long. He got drunk so fast that he only danced one time with me. I danced with strangers all night long Bobby, just so I could dance. They all wanted to touch me ... to kiss me ... to ... fuck me Bobby. But I couldn't do that. They didn't love me ... they were just horny. Randy's worthless as a husband, but he's the only man I ever let between my legs."
Her hand stroked him gently.
"And I thought about you. I love you Bobby, and you love me ... you care about me. I want to do this with somebody who really loves me. Randy had his chance to have me tonight and he threw it away. I want to be loved tonight ... I need to be loved tonight. But I won't make you do anything you don't want to do. Do you want to make love with me?"
Bob's throat was tight. All he could do was nod.
"Then let's just release a little of the pressure," she said and her hand pulled his cock. He gazed speechless as his prick was pulled and she nestled the head between those pouting labia.
"Push Bobby," she commanded.
He pushed, and like a knife into butter his rampant prick slid into his sister's pussy. He felt the heat just before his cock exploded, sending long ribbons of silvery cum into her pussy. He groaned as he felt like his whole body was going to collapse and flow through the stiff tube plugging his sister's sex.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, licking his ear. "Good boy ... shoot me full of your man stuff Bob ... Oh Yeahhhhhhhhh ... what a beautiful spurting prick you have. Ooooo, I'm starting to leak. Suck my nipples baby, but leave a some for Todd, OK?"
Bob sagged as his arms went weak and he fell onto his sister's soft lush body. Her arms went around him as she held him close. Something made him push as hard into her as he could. He was surprised to feel that he was still hard. He felt the wetness on his chest that she had been warning him of and pushed up enough to capture one fat nipple in his mouth. An explosion of warm sweetness filled his mouth as he suckled at her breast. He moved back and forth, licking and lapping as each breast produced beads and streams of milk.
"Mmmmmmm," she murmured again. "I knew your pretty prick would make me happy as soon as I saw it. And your mouth feels soooo good on my breasts."
Strength flooded back into his arms as Bob realized he was going to get to keep fucking his sister. He raised up and pulled almost out of her before sliding back in deep.
"Ooof," she gasped "Oh baby, you are so long. I feel you in places nobody has ever touched before."
He pulled out again and powered back into her, feeling the tip of his prick mush into something soft/hard at the back of her tunnel. She moaned again and as he continued his long deep strokes she began to pant and then whine until she was making long loud keening sounds. Bob looked worried as he glanced over at his brother-in-law, not three feet away.
Then Bob looked down and saw a nipple bobbing in front of his face. He dropped his head to suck and was rewarded with the sweet warm taste of something completely new in his mouth. She went crazy under him as he got both nipples squirting and making a slippery mess between their bodies.
"Oh yes ... oh wow ... oh Bobby ... Oh shit ... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Lori wailed as her pussy clamped down on her brother's stiff cock and she slammed into an orgasm bigger than she could remember - ever! "Oh yes Bobby ... oh, baby ... you gotta cum again, baby ... you gotta squirt in me sweety ... Oh, Mamma, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!"
Surprised, Bob realized he could cum again and began banging Lori's defenseless pussy as hard as he could. His dick swelled even more as his nectar flowed. His balls tightened and his cock belched thick sticky ropes of sperm into Lori's wide open pussy. Had he known she and Randy were trying to have another baby, and that she wasn't on the pill, he might have been able to ejaculate one more drop of potent sperm into her hot box.
But he didn't know that.
She didn't tell him.
She didn't tell him until four months later as she bared her now swelling belly and told him to run his hands over the bulge there.
"Wow," he said in awe. "Your skin feels so silky. There's really a baby in there?"
"Not just "a" baby, squirt", she smiled. "Randy and I were trying to have another baby, but it didn't seem to be working. He kept going out and getting drunk off his ass all the time, and then he couldn't ... perform. I finally got him to go with me to have some tests done, but after I got pregnant I forgot all about them." She looked at her brother expectantly.
"What?" Bob said, still letting his fingers play across the swell of her belly.
"I got the results today," she said. Again, she stared at her brother.
"OK," he said, wondering what was going on.
"And the results say Randy is infertile," she said, her voice dead calm. "After he got me pregnant with Todd, he got injured in practice, and that, combined with all that drinking made him sterile."
She began undoing the buttons on her blouse. She was naked under the fabric and her perfect, now larger breasts swayed as she bared them before his confused eyes.
"You mean... ? You mean that my... ? You mean..." Bob stuttered.
"I mean this is our baby. I'm through with Randy. He wasted a good thing with me, and I'm not going to put up with it any more. I filed for divorce today, right after I got the test results and found out that you were the father of this baby. He can go off and get hammered and chase waitresses all he wants now, except he'll be broke. I transferred all our money to a new account, and he's not on it. When he tries to buy his buddies drinks tonight his bank card won't work any more."
She was pulling at Bob's clothes now. "And I'm going to spend time with a man who loves me, and who I love. From now on, you're my man Bobby."
Now they were naked and she was pulling him into her. "And I want lots of children Bobby, so we need to practice a lot, because after this one is born, you need to make another one with me."
And then they practiced.
Bob wanted to stay with his sister when she told Randy about the divorce, but she insisted that it was between the two of them and she didn't want Randy taking out his anger on Bob.
So, against his better judgment, Bob left. But he couldn't go home. After all that had happened, he had to hang around the house. He hid in the bushes and waited. He didn't have to wait long. Randy's car screeched to a halt halfway on the driveway and halfway in the yard and he got out yelling. He didn't sound all that drunk to Bob.
When he charged through the door he was yelling, wanting to know why his ATM card didn't work and the machine simply insisted that the account was closed.
Bob crept up onto the porch and hovered by the door, which Randy had not closed. He heard Lori tell Randy about the divorce, and to find someplace else to sleep that night and from then on.
Randy didn't cotton to the idea of divorce at all. He was adamant about it not taking place, in fact. He made this known with his fists, screaming at the woman who had frustrated him as a teenager and now disrespected him to his face.
Bob heard the first two smacks as Randy set about "teaching the bitch a lesson" as he put it.
He only got in those two blows.
Randy, who had been in the prime of his life when he married Lori, had squandered not only her love, but his health and physique as well. Alcohol had robbed him of his muscle, his sense of balance, and his ability to think quickly on his feet. When he felt someone grab his shoulder and spin him around, he had just enough time to see Bob's face and then that was blocked out by Bob's knuckles, which were lined up in a row, part of Bob's fist.
That fist landed square on Randy's nose, crushing it. There are literally hundreds of thousands of nerves in the nose, and when they all go into overload at once it is almost catastrophic to the brain. Randy saw stars and his brain exploded with those stars into unbelievable pain.
But Randy had not lost his combative instincts. What had made him a great high school quarterback still served him well. He shook off the pain and rage blinded him.
"I'll kill you, motherfucker," he slurred through bloody lips. He reached down into his boot and pulled a sheath knife.
Then he attacked Bob.
It was too bad for Randy that his killer instinct was all he had left. A killer instinct still requires a body to do what the mind wants, and Randy's didn't. Bob had shot a glance at his sister, who sat on the floor where she had fallen after being hit. Her face was pale and her hands were covering her baby ... their baby, protectively. There was a perfectly clear print of a palm and four fingers on her left cheek, an ugly red color that promised to bruise badly.
Bob was motivated to punish Randy for a lot of things, but top on that list was that hand print.
Bob beat Randy almost to death. He ignored the knife, which was stupid, but continued to pound Randy's broken nose, which was brilliant. Randy was so out of it that he couldn't bring the knife to bear effectively. The one lucky swipe he made scored Bob's arm and drew blood, but that was about it.
Meanwhile Lori called 911 and calmly notified them that her husband was trying to kill her little brother with a knife.
By the time the police arrived, Randy was sitting on the floor, waving the knife more in an attempt to keep Bob away from him, than to try to kill him. He was a thoroughly beaten man.
Lori was interviewed, and explained that she had just told her husband about the divorce she had filed for. The cops had seen it before. Bob simply said that when he heard Randy start beating up a pregnant woman, he decided to stop him. He said that if that meant he had to go to jail, then fine, he would.
The sergeant laughed. "You worked him over pretty good, I'll say that. But you were stupid to take on a man armed with a knife. He could have easily killed you. On the other hand, it isn't against the law to defend yourself, or those weaker than you." He turned to Lori. "Sorry ma'am, no offense meant."
"No offense taken," she said sweetly.
"Only man going to jail tonight is that one," the sergeant said, pointing to Randy. He looked at Lori. "Assuming you're willing to press charges."
"You bet I am," said Lori, a dangerous look in her eye. Nobody had ever laid a hand on her in anger, and she was dead set to make sure nobody ever did again.
It took several months, but Randy got ninety days in the county jail for assault with special circumstances - those being that Lori was pregnant when he assaulted her. He had, unfortunately, regained his bravado by the time they locked him up. He had hired his own attorney, who was demanding a paternity test on the baby and making all sorts of noises about Lori being an unfit mother.
His bravado went with him into lockup, which did him no good whatsoever. He lasted a week, and was found dead in the exercise yard, a homemade knife still lodged in his kidney.
His lawyer tried to send Lori a bill for services rendered "to the family", and was told on the phone that, "Hell hasn't frozen over yet." It's possible that the words "Fuck off and die," were also said, or something quite similar. He was offended, but couldn't do anything about it. Lori's signature wasn't on anything in his files.
Bob graduated from high school and moved in with his sister to help with the children while she finished an associates degree at the local junior college. He had his own bedroom, but it was for show only. He never slept in it. Instead, he slept in the big queen bed with Lori. They almost always slept naked, because they almost always engaged in hot, torrid, taboo sex every night.
It was decided that, once she had an associates in accounting, she could support them both while he went to either a trade school or JuCo himself. After that they'd see what their options were.
A lot would depend on how many more children Lori had. It can take a lot of money to raise children, depending on what kind of lifestyle you want to live.
Then again, both siblings had the love in their lives that they'd dreamed of, and that love was the center of their lifestyle. It was likely things would remain that way.
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