BETHEL ISLAND

Andrew Elsmore sat in the rear seat his father's green Dodge minivan looking out of the tinted side window. On the seat to his right was a small, glossy brochure. He picked up the brochure and looked at it. Andrew was just months shy of his nineteenth birthday, and already regretting having agreed to his parents' request to join them and his sister in this vacation.

Bethel Island: The Adventure of a Lifetime! the brochure promised in bright yellow letters. Andrew rolled his blue eyes skeptically. Adventure, my ass, he thought to himself. The Donner Party probably thought they were on an adventure too. The brochure featured small glossy photos of right whales breaking from the Atlantic Ocean as seagulls flew overhead. There were two other photos, both of fat seals lying on mossy rocks.

Andrew flipped the brochure open and looked at the photos of the picturesque, yet somewhat barren, island. He turned his head back to the right and looked out at the roiling water. They were on a small ferry off the coast of Massachusetts which was bringing them and six other vehicles to Bethel Island. It was a five mile long windswept island in St. George's Bay that was home to a few dozen families who eked out an existence either fishing or catering to tourists in the summer and early fall.

Sitting beside him was his older sister, Wendy. She was twenty-two, nearly four years older than Andrew. Andrew observed his sister for a moment. She was resting her head beside the window, eyes closed as she dozed. He envied her. On the seat between them was another brochure for the so-called adventure they were on -- at least that's how their father had described it. It was July seventh, the last day of their vacation. Tomorrow they would be starting their drive back home to Beechview. Andrew could not be happier that their vacation was almost over.

"We're almost there," Raymond Elsmore said excitedly, looking back at his son and daughter.

Andrew gave his father a half-hearted smile. The ferry rolled and dipped with the movement of the turbulent water. He felt his stomach lurch and feared he might vomit.

"How much further do we have to go, Dad?" Wendy asked, stretching her back. "I think I'm going to puke." Her face wore a contorted look of discomfort.

"Not much more," her father promised.

Andrew and his sister heard the sound of the ferry being thrust into reverse. It shimmied and slowed with a groan. They felt a sense of relief and their stomachs settled as the ferry began slowly coasting towards the landing dock, a short cement incline which vehicles used to drive on or off of the ferry. A loud whine was heard as the vehicle ramp began to lower as the ferry berthed.

The siblings smiled once their father's minivan finally drove off of the ferry and onto the only road on Bethel Island. Ray Elsmore began navigating the narrow paved trail around the perimeter of the island. For the next two hours he consulted his brochure with it's minuscule map, pointing out to his family where harp seals and right whales basked and bred. He stopped several times to take pictures and watch seals with his binoculars. He was obviously much more excited than his children or his wife, Claudia. They paid little or no attention to his animated ramblings, all of which were gleaned from what he had read in the brochures that he had picked up at the tourist centre before they boarded the ferry.

By the time Raymond had circumnavigated Bethel Island and arrived back at the ferry landing the sun was low in the west. The sky and ocean had taken on a golden hue that everyone found very pretty, yet somehow disconcerting. Claudia Elsmore consulted her watch and read the sign at the wharf displaying the ferry schedule. She sighed.

"The last ferry to the mainland left over fifteen minutes ago," she said, sounding worried. She turned to her husband, waiting for him to say something, hopefully comforting.

"Way to go, Dad," Wendy spat out. "Now you've gotten us stuck here on Gilligan's Island." She folded her arms and slumped down in the seat with a petulant sigh. "I can't believe we drove all the way from Illinois for this."

Her father reached in the glove compartment and began quickly shuffling through the stack of brochures he had picked up on the mainland. "There's an inn on the island," he said. "I saw an ad for it back in Dartmouth." After a little while his eyes widened and he smiled. "Yes, here it is," he said, sounding relieved. "Bayview Bed and Breakfast."

Andrew and his sister exchanged dubious glances as their father put the minivan into gear and drove on. About a mile from the ferry landing they arrived at The Bayview Bed and Breakfast. The inn was actually a large three story pale yellow house that had been converted into a place for hapless tourists who found themselves stranded on Bethel Island for the night. Andrew and Wendy followed their parents inside, carrying their suitcases. The downstairs was surprisingly neat and cozy. It had a hardwood floor, jade green wallpaper and a pressed tin ceiling. There was a large antique sofa covered with gold velor and a table with dried flowers displaying tourist brochures to the left. It boded well for the rest of the building, they thought.

"Hi, we'd like three rooms for the night," Mr. Elsmore said as they approached the woman behind the check-in counter.

The clerk at the desk was a matronly lady with thick red hair who introduced herself as Mrs. Goodwin. She explained that this was their busy season and all they had available were two bedrooms, both with single beds. Down the hall from these was a bathroom with a shower, Mrs. Goodwin told them.

Andrew frowned as he handed his credit card to the woman behind the counter. "We'll take them," he said.

Andrew and Wendy trudged behind their parents, up the narrow stairs covered with brown carpet to the second story of the old house. The upstairs hallway was narrow and the plaster walls were painted a bright white. It looked rustic, but at least it was clean, Wendy thought to herself. Andrew gripped the green plastic key fob in his hand, looking at the numbers on the doors. When he found the door with a number eight fashioned out of wrought iron he stopped and pushed the key in the lock. The door opened with a click and a slight creak.

"Okay, we'll be across the hall if you need anything," Raymond said, unlocking the door to his and Claudia's room.

"We'll be fine," his son assured him. "Thanks, Dad." He gave him a forced smile.

Andrew walked in to the small bedroom, followed by his sister. It too was clean and tidy, like the rest of the inn, and had beige carpet. To his left Andrew saw two small beds covered with blue bedspreads. Between them was a pine night stand that was stained a dark oak colour. The night stand had a clock radio and a small lamp on it and a single drawer. To his right was a bureau with four drawers that looked like it was purchased at the same store as the night stand. It had a large mirror affixed to the back. On top of it were neatly folded white terrycloth towels and face cloths. Facing him was a window with white lace curtains that looked out on the bay. The golden rays of the setting sun beamed through the window. Andrew sighed and tossed his suitcase on the bed closest to the window.

"Well, this sucks royally," Wendy hissed. She laid her suitcase on the bed and sat down at the foot, looking glum.

"At least it's only for one night," her brother said, trying to sound optimistic.

"Yeah. I suppose it could be a lot worse," she conceded as she pulled a corner of her mouth up in a distorted smile.

Andrew surveyed the bedroom. It had no telephone and no television. Not even a small one with rabbit ears. He looked out of the window, frowning, watching waves roll in and break on the rocks at the water's edge.

"So I guess this is what Mennonites do for fun," Wendy remarked with a thin smile.

Andrew turned around to his sister and laughed. She was lying back on the bed, staring at the ceiling with her hands folded over her flat stomach, feet dangling towards the floor. Her sandy blond hair was spread out beneath her on the blue bedspread. The hem of her light pink mini skirt lay against her tanned upper thighs, sagging slightly between them so Andrew could see their shape and size.

Between his sister's slightly parted thighs Andrew could see the vague shape of her mound, covered by the thin cotton of her skirt. Further up, he noticed how her firm breasts rose upward and pushed out at her navy blue tank top. His sister's breasts weren't especially large, but definitely more than decent handfuls. This Andrew had concluded long ago, having scanned his sister's bust the many times he had stolen glances at it, or caught sight of her cleavage as she bent over. Her chest rose and fell with her breathing.

Andrew felt his cock harden as he looked at her, fighting off mental images of kneeling between her legs and running his hands up her soft thighs as his mouth inched closer to her delicate petals.

"What time is it?" she asked.

Andrew checked his watch. "Almost eight," he told her.

Wendy raised up on her elbows and shifted her hazel eyes over her brother. She smiled, sensing his nervousness. It sent a rush of excitement through her. Spending the night here might be fun after all, she thought to herself as her clit jumped.

"Want to go out for a walk and look around?" she suggested. She sat up and pushed her thick hair back over her shoulders, but neglected to tug the hem of her skirt down.

"Like there's anything to see," he scoffed. "Just rocks and seagulls."

"It beats staying in here and staring at the walls," his sister said.

Andrew nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you're right."

Wendy got up from the bed and her brother followed her. He locked the door and they went down to the lobby. After being informed by Mrs. Goodwin that the front door would be unlocked until eleven, and after that they could use the doorbell to be let in, the siblings followed the cement walkway down to the road. A strong breeze was coming in from St. George's Bay. They could smell the salty air as it blew their hair about.

"Man, it gets chilly around here at night," Wendy lamented. She wrapped her arms around herself as they walked along. Her nipples had stiffened almost as soon as they had stepped outside, but she was glad. Her brother was sure to notice them eventually, if he hadn't already. She smiled at the thought of it. Her clit jumped and she began getting wet.

"Winters here must be brutal," Andrew added. He turned his head towards his sister, noticing how stiff her nipples had become. His eyes lingered on them. He pushed his hands in the pockets of his jeans, feeling his cock harden and kept walking.

About a half mile down the road they came to a wooden bench facing the bay. "Let's sit down for a while," Wendy suggested. She strode over to the bench and sat down, staring out at the setting sun. She leaned back and crossed her legs.

Andrew joined his sister. He kept his eyes focused out on the horizon, although he really wanted to steal another glance at her thick nipples, poking out at her tank top. When he felt her hip press against his right thigh he turned to look at her.

"Keep me warm, so I don't freeze to death." Her voice was soft and frail sounding. She took hold of his right hand and drew his arm around her, snuggling closer to him. "I should have brought a sweater," she said.

Andrew looked down at the top of his sister's head, resting on his shoulder. He could feel her shiver against him. His eyes ran down her bare arm and saw that chill bumps had appeared on her soft skin.

"We can go back if you want," he said. He had mixed feelings about this. He was enjoying holding Wendy, but it made him uneasy. They seldom embraced, and only for brief moments. And as much as he enjoyed it when they did, he always feared she would realize how much it turned him on. He often wondered if she did know, but said nothing to spare his feelings.

"I'm okay for a while, as long as you hold me," she said, then paused. "It's really pretty out here, isn't it?" She lifted her head and looked up at him.

"I guess," he grunted, looking down at the front of her tank top.

Wendy laughed. "I meant the sunset," she said. "But you seem more interested in my tits."

I wasn't looking there," he spat out defensively, making sure his eyes met hers now.

"Uh-huh... sure, little brother," Wendy scoffed. Her eyes were still on his but she was smiling, rather than seeming shocked or disgusted. She tilted her head down to take a look at her chest. "That wind really woke my nipples up, huh?" She chuckled and her eyes met his once more. They had turned impish, like her expression. The wind blew her hair about and her cheeks had grown pink.

"I... uh... I guess," Andrew said with a non-committal shrug. He gave her a tentative look from the corner of his eye.

"Oh, cut the crap, Andrew," she said, sounding annoyed now. "Quit acting innocent."

Her brother let out a nervous laugh.

"I know my boobs are small, but they're not invisible," she spat out.

Andrew couldn't help but smile at his sister's comment. He relaxed somewhat and turned to look at her, making sure his eyes remained above her shoulders. When he saw her amused expression his mood brightened. His arm was still around her, his hand resting on her right shoulder. Her body felt warmer now, and soft. Very soft. He slid his hand down until it was touching her bare arm so he could feel her skin on his. It felt wonderful and he wanted to feel more of her.

The sky was beginning to turn sapphire. It had grown colder too and Andrew wanted to get back to their room. When his sister spoke again, he was glad. "Let's go back," she said. "I'm freezing." She stood up, waiting for her brother.

The siblings walked back to Bayview Bed and Breakfast, more briskly than they had when they set out. They were mostly silent, each mulling over the new status quo between them. Mrs. Goodwin looked up from a Dean Koontz novel in her hands as they entered. She greeted them with a smile, then returned to her reading.

"I'm going to have a shower. Maybe that will warm me up," Wendy said as they entered their room. She began riffling through her suitcase and brought out an oversized maroon t-shirt. This was what she slept in most nights. She took one of the towels from the bureau and left the room.

Wendy walked down the hall to the bathroom, carrying her towel and t-shirt. She locked the bathroom door behind her and got undressed. Her hard nipples tingled and she ran her fingertips over them. She shuddered slightly, feeling her clit swell and pulse. She thought about her brother and wondered if he was as horny as she was, then concluded he probably was. At least she hoped so. Their conversation had made her want to get back so she would have the privacy of the shower to masturbate. Her panties had been damp for some time and she was glad to have them off. She ran her fingers through the thin strip of hair above her lips and pressed down on her clit. She clenched her jaw, fighting a loud moan as she spread her wetness over her lips.

The hot water cascading down Wendy's back as she shampooed her hair felt good. It warmed her and relaxed her tense muscles. She slid her soapy hand down her flat stomach and found her hard clit. She pressed her fingers between her folds and began to rub her pink button up and down. She closed her eyes and imagined Andrew watching her as she played with herself. When the first small orgasm coursed through her she clutched her left breast, tugging at the hard nipple roughly. She slipped two fingers in her tight, wet pussy, then spread her musky juice over her pulsing clit. She rubbed it faster, up and down. The image of her brother was still vivid in her mind and she wished he was there with her. Not just watching anymore, but helping her to cum. As the water splashed over her trembling body, Wendy brought herself to two more orgasms as she whispered her brother's name.

When Wendy returned to their room Andrew was lying on his stomach on the bed, listening to his iPod and flipping through a tourist magazine. He looked up at her and pulled the earbuds out, following her with his blue eyes.

Wendy noticed her brother's subtle stare and fought back a smile. If he kept that up, she would be wet again before long. She dropped her clothes beside the bed and sat down on it, facing Andrew. She began rubbing her wet hair with the towel. She could feel her breasts shake and her hard nipples rub over the inside of her maroon t-shirt. With the towel covering her head she couldn't see Andrew, but was certain that he was watching her.

Once she was finished drying her hair, Wendy tossed the damp towel over on the bureau. She looked at her brother. "Whatcha reading?" she asked.

Andrew held the cover of the magazine up for her to see. "Tourist crap," he said, looking over at her.

"Looks boring," she said, studying the photo of lobsters on the cover and wondering what he was thinking.

"It is. But it's either that, or the Bible that's in the nightstand." He placed the magazine back on the bed and flipped a page, then took another look over at his sister.

Wendy laughed. "I can't imagine being that bored," she said. She could practically feel his eyes on her nipples and wished it was his hands, or better yet, his lips instead. But with their parents right across the hall, nothing like that could happen tonight.

Wendy tugged the bedspread and covers down a ways. She propped the two pillows vertically against the headboard and leaned back on them. She crossed her legs at her ankles and ran her eyes up her thighs. She smiled to herself. Wendy had always considered her legs quite nice. They made up for her breasts not being as large as she'd like, or so she convinced herself. From the corner of her eye she could see her brother. His head was still buried in the magazine. She pinched a bit of her t-shirt between her fingers and slowly tugged at it, inching the hem higher over her soft thighs. She had not put panties back on after showering and could already feel herself getting a little wet again. She pressed her thighs together. The pressure on her clit felt good and she suppressed a shudder. Soon she would be wet enough for him to easily slide inside her. The thought of it made her want to slip her hand up under her t-shirt.

When Wendy heard someone knock on the door she jumped nervously. She got up and walked to the door, tugging the hem of her t-shirt down. "Who is it?" she asked nervously.

"It's me," her mother replied.

Andrew looked up from his magazine, moving his eyes over his sister's body. His erection pushed into the mattress. He couldn't hear what Wendy and their mother were talking about, but he thought that their mother looked slightly annoyed. Her mouth was tight and her blue eyes narrow.

"What did she want?" Andrew asked his sister after she'd closed and locked the door.

"She wanted to let us know that Dad wants to catch the ferry tomorrow morning at nine, so we better be up early and ready to go," his sister told him. She sat on the edge of her bed facing him and smirked. "Then she told me that I should be wearing something besides this t-shirt around you." She giggled and rolled her pretty eyes.

Andrew grew worried about what his mother might think or suspect. But this was mostly brought on by guilt over how horny he was from being around his sister. "What did you tell her?" he asked.

"I told her that I wear this to bed almost every night, and if they could have found a room for me, then you wouldn't be seeing me in it." Once she finished, Wendy gave him a smug grin.

Andrew laughed at his sister's defiance.

"She'd have a fit if she knew I wasn't wearing panties," Wendy added, pointedly. "As it was, she suggested I put a bra on. I think that was her real point."Andrew felt his heart begin to race when he sister mentioned not wearing panties. But he knew she had said it intentionally to provoke him. His cock throbbed and he rolled over on his stomach again. But the intrigued expression on his face was unmistakable. "So what if you don't have a bra on?" he said. "You don't wear one around the house a lot of the time."

A twisted smile slowly crept over Wendy's face. She crossed her legs, feeling her t-shirt slide up her left thigh. "I knew you noticed," she said, sounding pleased about his remark. Her eyes brightened as she smiled. "Thanks," she said in a soft voice.

"Huh?" he grunted.

A curious look formed on Wendy's face and she grew excited. She felt a bead of juice run down her moist lips towards her ass. "Thanks for noticing," she said, still smiling at her brother.

"I probably shouldn't though," he mumbled. Andrew was more than a little puzzled by his sister's reaction and the look on her face. But he also felt nervous and a little ashamed knowing she realized he leered at her.

Wendy looked into her brother's eyes, hoping to soothe him. She could tell he was very nervous. "To tell you the truth, it doesn't bother me at all," she said. "I'm glad you notice them; at least someone does." She frowned a bit and hunched her shoulders.

Andrew gave his sister an incredulous stare, feeling his jaw relax. "You really mean it -- you don't mind?" he asked.

Wendy gave her head a brusk shake. "I never did," she said. "I suppose I should, since you're my little brother. But it was kind of like a game to me -- trying to see if I could get you to look at me, and wondering how bold you'd get."

"You tease," her brother blurted out, then laughed.

Wendy shrugged, acting coy. "I never heard you complain," she countered.

Andrew winced slightly, knowing she had him figured out.

Wendy put her palms on the bed, just behind her hips. She leaned back, forcing her breasts upward. Her hair hung down her back. She knew how wanton she must look and the enthralled look on her brother's face told her that she had his attention.

"We should probably be getting to bed," she said. "If we're not up when Dad's ready to go, he's liable to leave without us." She tilted her head to one side, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah. You're probably right," her brother agreed hesitantly.

Wendy swung her legs around and slid from the bed. She could feel her t-shirt slide up towards her ass as she drug herself over the bedspread. She stood up and tugged at the hem, looking over her shoulder at her brother with a brassy grin. He was staring at her firm cheeks peeking out beneath her t-shirt. She turned on the lamp on the nightstand between their beds, then switched off the ceiling light. She stopped at her bed and pulled the covers down and rumbled the bottom sheet.

Andrew watched his sister from his bed. Her lithe movements captivated him and his eyes never left her for an instant. Her t-shirt clung to her and he could make out the curves of her breasts and the valley between them. They turned up gracefully, leading to her thick nipples and seemed to point slightly towards the insides of her arms. Their size and shape were ideal to him and he wished he could see them, even just once.

"I'm going to use the bathroom," she said.

Andrew watched his sister leave, then rubbed his cock through his jeans once she had left the room. Once she returned he too made a quick trip down the hall to the bathroom. She was in bed when he returned, watching him as he walked towards his bed. As quickly as possible, Andrew stripped off his jeans and pulled the covers over him as he got into bed.

"G'night," Wendy said as she switched off the light on the nightstand.

"Night," he replied as he rolled over.

As the siblings lay in their beds in the darkened room each was trying to surmise what the other was thinking and feeling. Both were very horny and frustrated at not being able to satisfy themselves. They also wondered if their frank discussion heralded a turning point in their relationship. They each secretly hoped so, and wished that it would lead to them becoming intimate in a way they knew was forbidden.

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When Andrew and Wendy arrived in the lobby the next morning a little past eight their parents were sitting on the sofa, waiting for them. Their father looked impatient. He stood up, taking the van keys from his jeans pocket.

"Let's get going," Raymond said, obviously eager to leave. His feelings were shared by his wife and children.

Andrew and Wendy followed their parents out to the van, carrying their suitcases. They were glad to be leaving Bethel Island. They also felt apprehensive about being around their parents after what they had done the night before. Wendy climbed into the back of the van, followed by their brother. They sat like stoic bookends, staring out opposite windows in silence as their father drove.

When they arrived at the dock to wait for the ferry Wendy was surprised that there were no other vehicles there. But it was still early. "Looks like we're the first ones here," she said, looking out the window.

As the minutes passed the family grew restless. They all peered out across the choppy water, looking for the ferry. By the time it was ten past nine Raymond saw a young man approaching who was walking a dog. He rolled down his window.

"Excuse me," he called out to the man. "The ferry's late. It's supposed to be here at nine, isn't it?"

"Yup. Supposed to be," the man said. "But she won't be today. Blew a piston this morning on the first run when they set out from Evansport on the way over here."

"Sonofabitch," Raymond spat out. He slammed his palm down on the steering wheel. "When will it be running again?" he asked.

The man pushed his Red Sox ball cap back on his head, scratching his forehead as he thought. "Well, the company that made it is in Michigan," he began. "So they'll have to ship a part here. I figure it could be a few days till they get 'er fixed."

"Christ, don't they keep spare parts on hand?" Raymond asked, unable to hide his frustration.

"That was the spare part." The man gave Raymond a wide, nicotine-stained grin.

"Okay, well... thanks," Raymond said. He sighed and hung his head for a few moments before turning the van around.

Raymond drove back to Bayview Bed and Breakfast, grinding his teeth as he drove. He explained the situation to Mrs. Goodwin and said they would need their rooms for another night, probably more. Then he asked her if there was a restaurant on the island.

"There's Cindy's Cafe down the road," Mrs. Goodwin said, pointing to her left. "The food's not fancy, but it's good. And the fish is always fresh. Cindy bakes the pies herself every morning, too -- they're delicious."

Mrs. Goodwin was right; the food at Cindy's was good. After looking over the breakfast items the family decided to have fish and chips instead, although Claudia opted for mashed potatoes rather than fries. Once they had all finished eating they were full to the point of being stuffed, but their waitress, Darlene, enticed them each into having a piece of coconut cream pie.

The Elsmore family left the cafe feeling sated. Wendy was the first to notice the small store selling trinkets and souvenirs. She pointed excitedly across the road. "Hey, let's check that place out," she said, gesturing with her finger. Before anyone could reply, she was hurrying towards Beth's Souvenir Shop.

The tiny store was filled with t-shirts, postcards and clam shells with BETHEL ISLAND crudely scrawled on them in blue paint. Everyone looked around, picking up the kitschy items, then placing them back on the shelves after seeing the price. When Wendy found a Bethel Island t-shirt, emblazoned with a lighthouse, a whale and circling gulls she decided to get it.

"Hey, Andrew, check this out!" She held the t-shirt up to show it to her brother.

Andrew and Wendy both decided to buy a t-shirt. Although neither voiced it openly, both wanted a memento from the place where their relationship changed and began to grow. They held the t-shirts in their hands as they wandered the aisles, strolling towards the back of the store. It was there where Wendy spied something she thought might be a cure for their monotony until they could leave the island.

"Hey, Andrew," she called out, scanning the store for him.

Andrew followed the sound of his sister's voice and found her crouched in front of a shelf displaying board games. He gave her a slightly confused look. "What is it?" he asked.

"This!" she exclaimed, holding up a Scrabble game.

"Scrabble?" he asked, furrowing his brow.

"Yeah. I thought we could play it at night to kill time," she said, sounding enthusiastic.

"Why -- have you already finished reading The Bible?"

Wendy smiled. "No," she said and stood up. She turned her head left and right, looking about cautiously. "We can play Dirty Word Scrabble," she whispered.

Andrew laughed. "That sounds like more fun than regular Scrabble," he concluded.

His sister nodded. "If you're good, for every naughty word you can come up with for 'breasts', I'll flash you," she said in a hush.

"Tease," her brother spat out.

His sister chortled, but she was cut off by the sound of their father calling to them. "Hurry up, you guys," he said. "I want to get back to the inn."

Wendy rolled her eyes. "What's he planning on doing -- reading The Bible?" she whispered to her brother. He laughed, then Wendy said "Go on ahead, Dad. Andrew and I will walk back later. Just bring our suitcases up to your room."

"Okay, suit yourselves," Raymond said. "We'll see you later."

Andrew was surprised by his sister's request, but it was a beautiful day and maybe she really did want to walk along the shore for a while. Then it occurred to him that perhaps she wanted more time alone with him. He said nothing. Either way, it was fine with him.

Wendy and Andrew paid for their purchases and left the store. The sky was a cloudless blue and only a slight breeze was blowing. They looked out on the bay and saw that the water was as a calm as a bathtub.

"You know, I could get to like it here," Wendy said, looking out at the water.

"You say that now," her brother said. "Wait till it's January and you're freezing your ass off."

Wendy laughed. "No, I wouldn't want that," she said. "I want to keep my ass."

"Yeah, you've got a nice ass," her brother intoned, as if lost in thought.

Wendy stopped and whipped her head around towards her brother. "You think my ass is nice?" she asked in surprise.

"Uh... well, yeah," he grunted, afraid he had overstepped his bounds.

"You never told me that before," she said.

"I've never told you lots of things before," he retorted.

Wendy thought about his comment, then smiled. "It's just that I've never noticed you looking at it," she said.

"That's because you don't have eyes in the back of your head," he shot back.

His sister laughed and walked on, then looked back over her shoulder. She grinned, knowing he was staring at her backside.

About five minutes later they came to a small convenience store. It was barn red with white trim. It's garish colour was the first thing that Andrew and Wendy noticed. A metal pole stuck out below the peak of the roof from which hung a sign that said QUIK FOODS.

"Let's go in there." Wendy suggested. "We could probably get some sandwiches or something to eat later tonight."

Thinking his sister's suggestion was a good one, Andrew followed her inside. A brass bell tinkled as they pushed the door open. They stepped inside and looked around. Behind the counter was a woman sitting on a stool who appeared to be in her early thirties, but could have been twenty-five. She was wearing a blue plaid shirt and jeans. Her oak-coloured hair was in a braid trailing down the nape of her neck. She looked up from a newspaper, eying the siblings with suspicion.

"Hi," Andrew said, trying to sound friendly.

"Hi," the woman replied curtly. She sat up and put her newspaper aside.

Wendy had gone over to a tall cooler with a Pepsi logo on top and a sliding door. Inside were shelves of sandwiches, pepperoni, juice and bottles of pop. She had taken a submarine sandwich and a large bottle of Pepsi from the shelves. Andrew reached past her and got two sandwiches for himself. He turned to look at a rack of potato chips behind them and picked up a large bag of roast chicken.

"I guess you won't stave to death," his sister teased when she saw how much food he was getting.

"Hey, I'm a growing boy," he said.

Wendy snickered and walked to the counter with her sandwich and pop.

Andy followed his sister and pulled out his wallet.

"You guys from away?" the woman behind the counter asked him as she rung in his items.

"Yeah... Illinois," Andrew told her. He noticed a wedding ring on her finger, then his eyes moved up to the swell of her breasts pushing out at her shirt. Her eyes were on his when he looked at her face. She blushed and smiled.

"Looks like you might be here a while," she said. "Till the ferry's fixed anyway."

"How long should that take?" he asked.

The woman thought for a few seconds. "Could be a while. It broke down last fall and it was almost a week before they got it running again," she said. "You and your girlfriend better get used to it around here." She smiled at Andrew and faint lines appeared at the corners of her eyes and mouth.

Andrew glanced back over his shoulder at Wendy. She was standing close to the door, holding a small white plastic bag containing her pop and sandwich, and another from the souvenir shop. "Ah... she's my sister," Andrew said nervously, looking back over the counter towards the woman.

The brown-eyed clerk gave him a wily smile and leaned closer. She began speaking in a hushed voice. "Then you're going to find it pretty boring, unless you're as wicked as me and my brothers were when we were around your age." She winked and handed him his change. "Have fun, sweetie," she whispered.

Andrew stuffed his change in his pocket and left the store with his sister. They continued walking north in the direction of the inn. After a few minutes she turned her head towards her brother.

"What was all that about?" she asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "What was she saying to you?"

"I was just asking her how long it would be before the ferry is fixed," he said.

"What did she say?" his sister asked, turning her head towards him.

"That we probably should get our mail forwarded here," he said with a rueful laugh. "It could take a week."

Wendy laughed, then said "She was pretty, wasn't she?" Her shimmering eyes focused on his for a few seconds.

"Yeah, I guess," her brother said.

His sister smiled and took hold of his hand. She interlocked her fingers in his and pressed herself closer, so the lengths of their arms were touching. Her hip brushed over his. "You know, I'm not going to be jealous if you find other women pretty," she said, giving him a brief sideways glance. "Even if they do have bigger tits than me." She laughed and gave him a shove with her hip.

"I know," Andrew replied curtly. The truth was that he had found the convenience store clerk pretty, but for some reason admitting that to his sister made him uncomfortable in a way it wouldn't have before. He thought about how the woman had thought that Wendy was his girlfriend, not his sister. Could she ever be both? He began to hope so.

When they arrived back at the inn Andrew and Wendy found their parents sitting on a bench on the front lawn, looking out at the bay. Their father's arm was around their mother. "I left your suitcases in the van. Here's the keys," Raymond said. He dug in his jeans pocket and handed the keys to his son. "We're going back to that restaurant around six," he said. "So meet us in the lobby, or out by the van around then."

"Okay. Thanks, Dad," Andrew said. He turned towards the van, but when he heard his father speak his name he stopped and turned around.

"Andrew... Wendy, I know this isn't what you had in mind for a vacation," Raymond said regretfully. "I'm sorry." He frowned and lowered his eyes.

"It's not your fault that the ferry broke down, Dad," Andrew said.

"No, but it's my fault we missed that ferry yesterday," he said.

Andrew shrugged. "It's not that bad. I'm getting used to it around here," he told his father.

"I actually kind of like this place," Wendy chimed-in with a smile.

"Thanks for making the best of all this," their father said. "I'll try to make it up to you when we get back home."

"There's no need for that, Dad," Wendy said. "Yeah, I was pissed at first, but this place is actually pretty cool. And a year from now we'll have good memories of this vacation." She smiled to herself, knowing she spoke the truth.

Raymond beamed a relieved smile at his children and let out a deep breath. He had been afraid that they were angry and blamed him for their unexpected stay on Bethel Island. "Thanks," was all he could say to express himself.

The siblings got their suitcases from the van and returned the keys to their father. They silently ascended the stairs to their room. Andrew locked the door and dropped his suitcase on his bed.

"So here we are -- back again," Wendy said with a sigh. She wasn't entirely disappointed about having to stay longer at Bethel Island because it meant more time alone with her brother. Hopefully that would lead to them growing even closer, like she hoped for.

Andrew was looking out the window. He turned towards his sister, noticing the glint in her eye. He found it exciting and wondered what was on her mind. "Yeah," he replied

Wendy reached in the bag and pulled out the t-shirt she had bought. She gave it a shake and held it up to herself, looking down. "Turn around while I put this on," she told her brother.

Andrew pulled his t-shirt from the bag and turned around on his bed. He hauled the t-shirt he was wearing off and put his new one on. He tugged it down and waited for Wendy to tell him to turn around again. The thought of her topless just a few feet behind him excited Andrew and he could feel his stiff cock throb.

"So, how's it look?" she asked.

Andrew turned around, noticing how his sister's new t-shirt clung to her breasts. "Better than mine does on me," he said with a laugh.

"That's 'cause I've got girl parts." Wendy stuck her chest out, causing her firm nipples to poke out even more at the material.

"I like your girl parts," he said, focusing on Wendy's firm breasts pushing out at her tight t-shirt.

Wendy giggled, looking down at herself. "Thanks, but I wish they were bigger."

Andrew paused for a moment as he thought. The conversation he and his sister had the night before, coupled with his unrelenting libido, gave him courage that he previously had not had. "Can I tell you something, Wendy?" he said tentatively.

"Of course," his sister answered with a reassuring smile. "Well, as long as it's not something mean that's going to hurt my feelings."

"No, it's nothing like that," he assured her with a shake of his head. "It's kind of a compliment, I guess." His eyes fell to the bed for a few seconds.

Now Wendy was intrigued. "Then I really want to hear it," she said as her smile widened.

"Remember back on the bench, when you caught me looking at you, and you said they're small, but not invisible," her brother said hesitantly.

"Yeah," she simpered.

"Well, what I wanted to say to you then, but didn't dare to, is that they're not small," he said. Once Andrew finished he cast his sister a fretful look, concerned that she might find his comment was beyond what she had intended by them being honest.

Wendy placed her hands palms down on the bed on either side of her hips. Her eyes brightened. She smiled at her brother. Her simmering libido was fueled by his remark. She felt her pulse quicken and her clit jump. She straightened her back, feeling her t-shirt grow taut over her chest. It teased her nipples, distracting her for a moment. Andrew's comment had stoked her arousal, but more importantly, it pleased her very much knowing he found her attractive, despite what she perceived as shortcomings.

"Really?" she asked, almost gushing as her smile grew.

"Yeah," he said. "I hope it's okay for me to say that though." He frowned, adding "I know I shouldn't, since you're my sister. But since you said last night that it didn't bother you that I noticed them I just thought, well... that I could be completely honest." Andrew clenched his jaw and gave Wendy a nervous look, waiting for her reaction. His heart was pounding, but now it was mostly from nervousness.

Wendy got up and stepped over to her brother's bed. She knelt beside him on the bed, sitting back on her heels. Her hands were on her bare thighs, knees parted slightly. She looked into his eyes. "It's more than okay," she said softly, trying to sound comforting and sexy. "Actually, I'm flattered." She hesitated for a few moments, then asked "Does that mean you like them?" She gave him a hopeful look as she arched her back slightly.

Andrew nodded hesitantly. His eyes drifted down to her smooth thighs. He admired them for a few seconds, then looked back up at her shimmering eyes. "Yeah," he murmured with a weak smile.

Wendy slowly inhaled, calming herself. "Would you like to feel them?" she asked. Now she was as nervous as her brother, but she was sure that he wanted to feel her. She had sensed this for a very long time but never dared act on it. She noticed that her voice was heavy with arousal and wondered if he had heard it too as she spoke. Her eyes never left his as she waited for his reply.

"Geez, Wendy, I wasn't thinking about us doing anything when I said I liked them. I just wanted to reassure you," he said. His voice was full of hesitation though, as he considered her offer. It was something he had longed to do for years. "I mean, me looking at them is one thing, but we probably shouldn't."

Wendy gave her brother a foxy grin. "I didn't ask if you thought we should," she countered. "I asked if you wanted to."

Andrew swallowed hard. "Ah... yeah. I mean, what guy wouldn't want to?" he stammered and forced a smile.

That was the answer that Wendy was waiting for. She took her brother's hands in hers and brought them up to her chest. She arched her back as she pressed his palms to her breasts, pushing them down hard on her firm mounds. She smiled into his eyes as she ran her fingers along his, prompting him to squeeze her breasts. His touch was tentative and gentle at first, and she was excited by his shyness. Soon he began rubbing and kneading. His thumbs rubbed over her nipples, making them harden and swell even more. A soft moan left her mouth as he fondled her.

"How do they feel?" she asked, sounding breathless.

"Great," her brother said, staring wide-eyed as he pushed her breasts up into firm peaks. He gripped them harder, watching how her thick nipples stood out from the material covering them.

Wendy's hand had come to rest on her brother's right thigh. She slowly caressed it, wishing she could cup his package in her hand. It looked as though he had a sizable cock hiding in his jeans, she thought. But she knew that was going too far. Besides, he might cum right there if she did that.

She ran her hands up to his waist, holding on to him as he continued to fondle her and rub her tingling nipples. A shiver ran through her body and it felt as though an electric current had gone directly to her clit. It throbbed harder. She was breathing faster now and looking down at her chest. Seeing her brother's hands on her breasts was almost surreal to her, but it was the most thrilling thing she had ever done in her life. She felt wicked and trashy, and she loved it. She was also somewhat surprised and pleased to see that he was unable to fully hold her breasts in his hands.

"Mmmm... Andrew, that feels so good," Wendy said with a moan.

Andrew raised his eyes from his sister's chest, still gripping her breasts firmly in his hands. He could feel them push into his palms as she breathed and he squeezed them harder. His sister's face had taken on the flush of arousal and he was happy to see that he had been able to turn her on -- maybe even as much as he was. He pinched her left nipple and smiled when she responded with another throaty moan. He squeezed harder, pushing his sister's breasts upwards and together, imagining his hard cock sliding between them until he gave her a pearl necklace. When she leaned away about fifteen seconds later with an apologetic glance into his eyes he knew that their forbidden playtime had come to an end. He slid his hands down to her waist, resting them just above her hips.

"We better stop," she said. But she looked as regretful as he felt. "I'm sorry. I'm just scared that Mom might show up."

"Yeah... okay," he agreed.

Wendy's cheeks felt warm and her mouth was dry. She looked down and was surprised and even a little embarrassed by how her thick nipples were poking out from her t-shirt. She gave it a tug, pulling it away from her chest as she smiled at her brother.

"If Mom saw me now, she'd know for sure just how horny I am," she said with a brazen laugh.

Andrew's eyes widened a bit at his sister's comment. "You... you are?" he said.

His sister laughed. "Well, what do you expect, after what you just did to my tits?" she joked. Her eyes moved down to her brother's lap and she surveyed the bulge in his jeans, unconsciously licking her lips as she imagined tugging at his zipper. "And it looks like I'm not the only one who is either," she added, her eyes not leaving his erection.

Andrew gave his sister a shy smile. "Yeah," he said in a hoarse voice. "I mean, you're not the only one."

Wendy's eyes locked on her brother's and she leaned closer. In a thick, sultry voice she said "You know what I really want to do with you now, Andrew?"

Andrew felt his heart lurch and his cock throb. "No... what?" he asked, filled with nervousness and excitement.

"Play Scrabble!"

Wendy let out a sharp laugh as she turned and pulled the game box closer. Then she gave her brother a sympathetic smile when she saw the look of disappointment on his face. "Well, it's not like we can really do what we both want to..." Her voice faded out and her eyes were filled with longing.

"No... yeah... you're right," he mumbled.

"Yeah, Mom or Dad might catch us." Wendy looked up as she brought the game board from the box and flashed her brother a teasing grin.

The siblings sat together on the bed, separated by the Scrabble board, and united by their yearning for one another. When their mother knocked on the door just before six o'clock to tell them they would be going back to Cindy's Cafe for supper they both jumped and turned in the direction of the knocking.

"That must be The Spanish Inquisition," Wendy joked as she made her way to the door.

"I didn't expect the Spanish Inquisition," her brother shot back and began laughing.

Wendy and Andrew felt nervous and apprehensive around their parents now that they had a dirty secret to conceal. But that also excited them. As their father drove to Cindy's Cafe they took sideways glances at each other in the back seat of the van, each smirking. They made an effort to make conversation with their parents throughout supper, fearing that either of them might notice something different in their behavior, but it was forced. They just wanted to be back at the inn and be alone with each other again.

By the time the siblings returned to Bayview Bed and Breakfast after supper they were relieved. Not only were they glad to be alone in their room again, but they were just as glad to be away from their parents' watchful eyes. It was getting close to eight and each wondered how they were going to pass the time till they went to bed.

Wendy sat down on the bed beside her brother. Her eyes met his and she smiled. "Another game of Scrabble?" she asked.

"Maybe later," he said.

"Oh... is there something you'd rather do?" Wendy gave her brother a teasing grin as she turned towards him, sliding closer on the bed.

Andrew frowned and mentally conceded to himself that playing Scrabble was perhaps their only option to pass the time, despite the thoughts that his libido was filling his mind with. "Okay... Scrabble it is," he sighed, sounding weary.

Despite Andrew's initial reluctance over playing Scrabble with his sister he soon began to enjoy himself and lost track of time. It was just over two hours later when he noticed Wendy glance over at the clock that he realized that so much time had passed.

"Getting sleepy?" she asked.

"Not really." Andrew frowned.

"Well, I'm going to have a shower so I'll be ready for bed," his sister announced.

Andrew grunted, watching as Wendy gathered up a towel and other toiletries, then left the room. His horniness had not waned, and he soon grew impatient for her to return from the shower. He wanted to shower before bed too, but more importantly, he felt a desperate urge to masturbate. When his sister returned a half hour later he smiled.

"My turn," he said as he got up from the bed.

Wendy was wearing a long red t-shirt and her damp hair hung down over her shoulders. Andrew took a quick glance at her, struck by how pretty she was, and how her thick nipples stood out from her t-shirt. That image stayed with him as he stood under the hot spray of the shower, stroking his hard cock.

When Andrew returned to their room almost a half hour later he halted abruptly, surprised to see his sister lying in his bed. He closed the door behind him and approached her, puzzled and nervous. He had put his clothes back on after his shower and now began to wonder how he was going to get changed for bed. The room was dark, save for a light on the nightstand nearest to him.

"I thought that was my bed," he said, trying to sound jovial.

"It is," his sister replied, shooting him an enticing smile. She turned on her right side, facing him, and looked up. "I thought that now that we're... closer, we only needed one bed."

Andrew looked at his sister lying on the bed. "What if Mom comes over again?" he asked.

"Then I'll get out of your bed," she said. "I already pulled the blankets down so it looks like I slept in my bed." She reached out and tugged at his fingers. "Come on, Andrew," she implored. "It will be okay. We don't have to do anything... just cuddle."

His sister's lilting voice was too much for Andrew to resist. Still, the bed was quite small and he grew apprehensive at the thought of her feeling his erection if she pressed against him throughout the night.

"I... uh, don't know. The bed looks kind of small," he stammered.

His sister chuckled. "That's what makes it all-the-more fun," she asserted.

Andrew nodded in agreement, still concerned.

"Oh, quit being so uptight and get in," she ordered. She pulled the covers aside for him to join her.

"I have to get undressed first," he said. "Turn around."

His sister let out a frustrated sigh and rolled over to face the wall. "There - you happy now?" she spat out.

Andrew never answered. He hurriedly slipped his sneakers off and hauled his jeans down. Once he kicked his jeans aside he quickly slid under the covers beside his sister. He lay there, looking up at the ceiling. His hands were folded on his chest and his heart felt like a jackhammer under them. When Wendy turned over to face him he felt beads of sweat forming on his upper lip.

"You look as frightened as a little bunny," his sister teased, then giggled.

Andrew shot her an irritated look from the corners of his eyes. She was leaning on her right elbow. Her hair dangled down over her left shoulder and her breasts strained her t-shirt. He forced his eyes from her nipples, but said nothing. Then she leaned closer and softly pressed her lips to his cheek and kissed him.

"Sweet dreams," she whispered, then turned over.

Once he had turned off the lamp on the night stand, and his eyes adjusted to the darked room, Andrew was soon able to see his sister lying beside him, aided by the moonlight streaming through the window. Forcing thoughts of her from his mind, he rolled over with his back to her. It wasn't long before he fell asleep.

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Andrew had no idea what the time was when he woke up that night. All he knew was that he had turned over in his sleep, and now his hard cock was pressing against his sister's back. He lay beside her, frozen in terror, wondering what to do. He feared that if he moved too quickly she would wake up and feel his shaft against her. Seconds passed, although they seemed like minutes to Andrew as he tried to remain calm. Then she spoke.

"Andrew... are you awake?"

"Yeah... he groaned.

"And hard," she whispered, then let out a soft chuckle.

He moved away from her, as though she was a hot stove.

"It's okay if you are," she added, her voice still muted. "I could tell that you were earlier, when you were feeling me. I mean, it's only natural, right? It's just that I was thinking it must be uncomfortable for you, and if you want to, you know... take care of it... it's alright."

Andrew winced as he stared at the ceiling. "I'm fine, Wendy," he snapped.

Wendy sighed and rolled over to face her brother, propping herself up on an elbow. Her hand glided feather-light over his chest as she leaned over him, her right breast rubbed over his arm. "I was bad earlier, in the shower," she said, breathing on his neck. "And I just thought that it might help you to sleep if you... did it too."

Andrew looked at his sister lying beside him, her warm body radiating on his. Her veiled remark about the shower had caused his resistance to fade. Now it was replaced by lusty hunger. "What do you mean... bad?" he asked, turning his head towards her, eager to hear more.

Wendy smiled, knowing she had piqued his interest. "I was feeling a naughty, so I played a little."

"Played?" he prodded, although he knew what she was insinuating.

Wendy tittered, knowing her brother wanted to hear salacious details and the thought of describing to him what she had done excited her even more. "Well, first I rubbed my pussy," she said, breathing on his ear. "I was still so wet from you holding me earlier on the bench. My clit was hard, throbbing, and I rubbed it hard while I played with my nipples. You should have seen me. I must have looked like such a horny slut." Another nervous giggle left her mouth.

"I bet you looked hot," he said, feeling his heart pound.

"You think so?" she asked softly. Her eyes widened as she looked down at her brother. "Would you have liked to have watched?"

"I... ah... sure," he muttered.

Wendy traced her fingertips over her brother's stomach through his t-shirt, inching them lower with each stroke. "Would you like to watch me do it now?" she purred. Her question was answered with a wide-eyed stare, so she added "You could do it too -- it would be fun."

Andrew felt his heart hammering and he noticed that his breathing had grown rapid. His cock was beginning to make a tent in the covers and he was almost certain that his sister would notice it, if she hadn't already. "I don't know," he stuttered. "Wouldn't that be kind of... weird?" His narrowed eyes met his sister's

"Think of it as a little kinky... or naughty," she grinned.

His sister's proposal was enticing, but considering how horny Andrew was, anything she suggested would have been enticing. He gave her a dubious look. The look on her face was wanton and and he could tell that she was as horny as he was.

"I'll make a deal with you," she offered, interrupting his thoughts.

"What?"

"We're on vacation, and we're stuck on this godforsaken island. Let's agree that whatever happens while we're here doesn't count. Once we get back home, things will go back to normal, and we'll have some great memories." Once she finished, Wendy gave her brother a hopeful look.

Andrew considered his sister's suggestion, wondering how things could ever go back to normal if they were that intimate while on Bethel Island. But he could feel his apprehension wane as his libido over-ruled his judgment. "I just don't know how things could ever be normal again," he said. "I mean, I could never look at you the same again."

His sister let out a giggle. "You've already been looking at me for years, and I don't mean in an innocent way," she said. "It will just be... different. Besides, we don't share a room back home, and Mom and Dad are always around; think of them as chaperones. Nothing will happen 'cause nothing can happen."

Wendy's logic made sense to Andrew. He nodded. "So... what did you have in mind?" he asked hesitantly. The truth was that whatever his sister had in mind was alright with Andrew at this point. He just wanted it to be her idea though, so he didn't suggest they do something beyond what she was comfortable with.

"That we play... you know?" she said. "No touching -- just lie here and watch each other do it."

Andrew's smile grew wide, and Wendy knew he liked her suggestion. Without waiting for him to say or do anything, she tugged at the covers, pulling them down to her hips. Next, she pulled her t-shirt up towards her shoulders, exposing her breasts. The room air on her hard, pink nipples felt good and they tingled. She watched her brother from the corner of her eye as her hand glided down her flat stomach towards her wet pussy. Her finger slid over the thin strip of hair to her wet lips. She pressed down on her swollen clit and began moving her finger up and down over it. A moan escaped her parted lips and she lifted her ass from the bed slightly.

"God, I'm so horny, Andrew," she moaned. "Stroke your cock while you watch me cum."

Upon hearing that, and seeing the look of pleasure on his sister's face, Andrew yanked his underwear down to his knees. His cock rose, rubbing against the sheet covering them and he wrapped his fist around it. He gave his shaft a hard squeeze and began stroking it slowly, watching his sister. Even lying on her back, he was taken by how her firm breasts stood up like two cones. She was rubbing and tugging at her left nipple, making it thicker and longer.

"You look so sexy," Andrew moaned, watching Wendy play with herself.

Wendy turned her head towards him, smiling through half-closed eyes. "Thanks. I feel really nasty though," she said. She slid two fingers in her tight pussy. They made a lewd wet sound as she buried them deep inside her walls, then began working them in and out.

A soft moan left Wendy's mouth, then she turned her head back towards her brother and shot him a devilish grin. Slowly she slipped her wet fingers from inside her sopping pussy and pressed them to her brother's lips. Raising up on her elbow again she smeared her musky juice over his lower lip. When his lips parted and he began sucking on her fingers she slid them deeper into his mouth, running her fingertips over his tongue. Moments later she pulled them out, making a smacking sound as she broke the suction.

"God, you taste so good," Andrew moaned.

"Really? Do I?" she asked nervously.

Andrew gave his sister an eager nod as his eyes roamed down her body to where her fingers had just been. He stared at her damp hair and lips, glistening in the moonlight. Then, moving like a cat, he crouched between her slightly parted thighs, pushing on the insides of her knees to spread her legs wider. His eyes widened and his tongue flicked out as he stared at what he craved.

"Andrew, what the..." Wendy gasped. But before she could finish her thought she felt her brother's tongue slide up her lips to her pulsing clit. She moaned and lifted her ass up from the bed to meet his licking and probing. Her hands went to his head and her fingers raked through his hair as her moans grew louder. "Jesus, that feels so good..." she groaned.

Andrew barely heard his sister. All of his attention was focused on how she tasted and felt on his tongue as he lapped and probed at her soft folds. Parting her wet lips wide with his thumb he pushed a finger inside her. He began to wiggle it, pressing up on her G-spot as he pinched her pulsing clit between his lips. He sucked hard on her pink pearl as he worked his finger faster in and out of her tight pussy. When she arched her back, grinding her wet petals against his mouth he grew more forceful -- fingering her harder and deeper as he pinched and sucked on her swollen clit with his lips.

When his sister came for the first time Andrew did not relent. This may be the only opportunity for him to have his sister and he wanted to make sure it was an experience that neither of them forgot. He drove his tongue deeper inside her, feeling his nose rub against her clit as her musky nectar ran down towards his chin. He lapped it up, coaxing more from within her tight pussy. When he felt her tighten around his tongue as she came for the second time he rose up on his knees.

Andrew wrapped his fist around his twitching cock and began pumping it as he reached down, still fingering his sister's dripping pussy. Through half-closed eyes he saw her reach out for him and push his hand away from his shaft. He leaned forward, resting his hands on her waist and moaned louder.

Wendy's soft hand curled around her brother's throbbing shaft and she began stroking it, slowly at first, then faster. "Cum for me, Andrew," she urged. "Shoot it all over me..."

Seconds later Andrew did just that -- shooting his hot, thick cum over his sister's quivering stomach. It sprayed over her in strips and a small pool just below her navel. As she released his spent cock he looked down, watching her paint her soft skin with his sticky jism. He rolled over on his side, staring at Wendy as she coated her left breast with his cum, then licked her sticky fingers clean.

"God... that was the hottest thing I've ever done," she said, sounding breathless.

Andrew gave his sister a wide grin and nodded. "Yeah... that was pretty amazing," he panted, still looking at her sexy body, shiny with his semen.

Wendy turned towards her brother and slid closer, resting her head on his shoulder. "Now get some sleep, Little Brother," she whispered. "You're going to need your energy for tomorrow." She kissed his flushed cheek and closed her eyes, still smiling.

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The knocking on their door woke Wendy the next morning. She glanced quickly at the clock on the night stand and noticed that it wasn't quite seven yet. "Andrew, wake up!" she hissed, then bolted from the bed.

When Wendy saw her father standing in the hallway she wasn't too surprised, yet still nervous. Then she noticed that he was still wearing his plaid flannel housecoat and was unshaven.

"I just wanted to let you guys know that I just went down to the lobby to ask about the ferry," Raymond told his daughter. "They said it's not fixed yet. Your mother and I are planning on going for breakfast around eight-thirty, so you and your bother meet us in the lobby then."

"Okay, Dad," Wendy said with a nod. She held the door ajar, hoping her father could not see inside the room, or smell the scent of sex that she knew must be hanging in the air. Then she gave him a wary glance as he returned to his and his wife's room.

"What did he want?" Andrew asked his sister as he sat up on the side of the bed.

"To tell us to meet them in the lobby at eight-thirty." Without waiting for a reply, Wendy hurriedly pulled her housecoat on, grabbed a towel, and went down the hall to have a shower.

Throughout breakfast Wendy's and her brother's libidos were tempered by paranoia and anxiety that their parents might grow suspicious, or perceive any change in the interaction between them. Each ate quickly, making little conversation with their parents or each other. When it was time to return to Bayview Bed and Breakfast they were relieved.

"We'll walk back," Wendy told her father. "It's a nice day and Andrew and I want to stop in the store and pick up some snacks."

"Okay, suit yourself," Raymond said. He got up from the table at Cindy's Cafe and fished his keys from his pocket. "Meet us back in the lobby around noon for lunch though."

"Ah... I think we'll skip lunch, Dad," Andrew said. "I don't think I'll be hungry after this big breakfast. I'll get a sandwich or something for later."

"Yeah, me too," his sister chimed-in, relieved by her brother's quick thinking.

The siblings followed their parents out to where the van was parked, then each sighed as they watched their parents drive away. Andrew gave his sister a worried look. "Do you think they suspected anything?" he asked.

"No, I doubt it," she said with a shake of her head. "I worried about it too, but I think it's just paranoia."

Andrew let out a nervous laugh as he began following his sister back towards where they had come from. After a few minutes of silence he smiled at Wendy. "Last night was so hot though," he said.

"Yeah... it was," she agreed with a sigh. "Maybe we should tell Mom and Dad to just leave us here once the ferry's fixed."

Andrew laughed. For the first time that morning he felt brave enough to take a lingering look at his sister. Her hair was in a ponytail and she was wearing white a short-sleeved blouse and a denim skirt that barely covered her knees. She looked so enticing, and although he wanted to pull her to him and run his hands over her didn't dare to. Not only was he worried that someone would see them, but he doubted she would let him.

Wendy gave her brother a knowing glance and a smile. Her hazel eyes seemed murky that morning as they moved over his body. "You're thinking something naughty, aren't you?" she surmised, now grinning.

"Well, can you blame me -- after last night?" he replied.

"No... I am too," his sister said with a sigh. She wrapped her arm around Andrew and gave his ass a hard squeeze. When he flinched and let out a surprised yelp she laughed and grabbed him harder. "What -- don't you like that?" she teased.

"It just surprised me, that's all." Despite his surprise and nervousness, Andrew could feel his cock begin to stiffen. He reached out and gave his sister's ass a hard squeeze through her skirt. Her rump felt firm, and when she didn't protest, he left his hand on her. "Your ass feels so good," he said.

Wendy smiled, pleased by his compliment. "Thanks, so does yours," she said. "But not as good as your cock did last night." She stopped abruptly and turned towards her brother, pulling him to her by his hips. When she felt his hard shaft pressing against her stomach she smiled. "Mmmm... ready to have some more fun?" she purred.

"Uh... yeah, but we can't -- not here," Andrew replied. His eyes darted about, looking up and down the road for anyone who might see them in their illicit embrace.

"No, but tonight -- after Mom and Dad go to bed, we can." Wendy ran her tongue over her lower lip as she tugged her brother closer, feeling the full length of his hard shaft pressing into her stomach. She glanced down at the bulge in his jeans, smiling.

Andrew looked over his sister's shoulder and noticed a car approaching. He quickly broke contact with her and began walking. "Someone's coming," he cautioned.

"Tonight, we're both going to be cumming," she retorted, quickening her pace to catch up with her brother.

By the time Andrew and Wendy arrived at Quik Foods for sandwiches and snack food they had regained their compose. They felt confident that no one would be suspicious of anything taboo between them, but were careful to not exchange any glances that might be considered odd or suspicious. Andrew noticed the same brunette woman behind the counter who was there during their previous visit. He smiled at her as he passed.

"Still here, I see," the woman behind the counter remarked.

"Yeah -- ferry's not running yet." Andrew opened a tall refrigerated case and brought out a sandwich and a bottle of Coke. He took a bag of roast chicken chips from a chrome shelf, then turned towards the counter.

"Well, I hear they got the part this morning," the woman replied. "She should be running first thing tomorrow morning."

Andrew paused when he heard this news. From the corner of his eye he noticed his sister glance at him as she reached for a bag of chips on the shelf to his left. She said nothing. Andrew had mixed emotions about the ferry being repaired because although he wanted to return home, he also wanted to be able to spend more time with his sister on Bethel Island. "That's good," he said, hoping to sound happy with the news.

"You guys have fun here?" the clerk asked. Her eyes narrowed and a faint grin washed over her face.

"Yeah, we did. I got to like it a lot." Andrew approached the counter to pay for his items and smiled.

As she rang in the items that Andrew had placed on the counter the woman with the oak-coloured hair peered over at Wendy. She smiled as she reached for a white plastic bag. Then after depositing Andrew's bottle of Coke, sandwich and bag of chips she leaned closer. "Make the most of your last night here," she whispered with a wink.

Andrew noticed his sister standing beside him from the corner of his eye. He gave the woman behind the counter a wan smile and said "Uh... okay.". He lowered his head and took the bag from the counter, then stood beside the door, waiting for his sister.

"Do you think she suspected something?"

Andrew and Wendy were within eyesight of the bed and breakfast when she posed her question. Andrew shrugged. "I don't know," he said. "It doesn't matter. We'll be leaving tomorrow and never see her again."

Wendy stopped and turned towards her brother, then shot him a grin. "Well, I'm pretty sure she suspects that something's going on between us," she said as she reached into the bag she was holding. "When you turned to go to the door she dropped this in my bag."

Andrew's eyes grew wide and his jaw slackened as he stared at the box on condoms in his sister's hand. "What the hell?!" he exclaimed.

"She probably figured better safe than sorry," Wendy replied as she closed the bag. "I guess there was just something about how I was looking at you back there that made her put two and two together. When she handed me the bag she said to have fun tonight."

Andrew gave his head a bemused shake as he and his sister continued walking towards Bayview Bed and Breakfast. When they arrived the found their parents sitting on a bench on the front lawn, basking in the sun.

"I've got some good news," their father announced, beaming a smile.

"What's that?" Andrew asked, trying to sound curious.

"Mrs. Goodwin said the ferry will be running again tomorrow morning," he announced. "So you guys make sure you're up early. I want to be on the eight o'clock run."

"Okay, sure thing, Dad," Andrew told his father. "That's great news. I've had enough of this place."

Andrew and his sister trudged up the stairs in silence, wearing dour expressions. Once they were inside their room Andrew turned towards his sister and let out a sigh.

"You're going to miss this place, aren't you?" she surmised.

"Yeah... in a way," he replied with a nod.

Wendy sidled over to her brother and draped her arms over his shoulders, returning his smile. "Well, at least we'll have some great memories of our best vacation ever," she said.

Andrew gave a nod as his eyes wandered down to the front of his sister's blouse. When he noticed her hard nipples jutting out from the material the smile returned to his face. "Yeah," he said with a nod, staring vacantly at her chest. "I can't wait till tonight."

Wendy laughed as her eyes moved down to the front of her blouse, then back to her brother's. She slipped her arms from his shoulders and quickly undid two buttons of her blouse. "How about a sneak peek then?" she teased.

Andrew nodded enthusiastically as he watched his sister pull her blouse open wide. He let out a faint gasp when he discovered that she wasn't wearing a bra. His eyes lingered on her hard nipples. They were almost the same hue as her lips and clit, and he felt a nearly overwhelming urge to suck on them.

"God, you're so sexy," he said as he exhaled.

"Thanks... you ain't so bad yourself."

Wendy tittered and took a step closer to her brother, and drew his hands up to her bare breasts. Once he began kneading at them and tugging at her nipples she placed her hands on his hips and pulled him closer so she could feel his hard cock pushing against her. She sighed and slowly moved her hips, rubbing herself against him.

"Tonight I want that in me," she whispered into his ear, then nipped at the lobe with her teeth.

"Uh... okay." Andrew looked into his sister's eyes, unable to hide his surprise and grinned. "Are you sure though?" he asked.

Wendy nodded, still swaying her hips. "No sense in letting those condoms go to waste," she giggled.

Minutes passed, although they seemed like seconds to Andrew, before his sister took a step back and buttoned her blouse again. "Sorry... we better be careful," she told him.

"Yeah, I suppose." Andrew sighed, unable to hide his disappointment.

"Oh, come on -- cheer up," she implored. "It'll be night before you know it. How about a game of Scrabble to pass the time?"

"Sure," her brother replied, sighing once more.

During supper that evening Wendy and Andrew were not hungry as they sat opposite their parents at Cindy's Cafe. They were craving each other rather than food, and wished that time would propel itself faster so they could be alone in their room. During the drive back from Cindy's Cafe they sat in silence in the back seat of their father's van, each staring out the window, sharing the same thoughts.

"Don't you guys stay up late. I'm going to be on that ferry at eight -- with or without you."

Andrew and Wendy were standing in the lobby of the Bayview Bed and Breakfast, listening to their father admonish them. They tried not to flash him impish grins as he spoke, although both were quite certain that the would be getting little sleep that night. They could sleep in the van.

Once they were back inside their room Andrew closed the door behind him and laughed. "Don't you guys stay up late," he intoned, mimicking their father, as he gave a Clintonesque jab at the air with his forefinger.

Wendy laughed at her brother's antics as she sat down on the bed. Beside her was an uncompleted game of Scrabble. "Want to finish this?" she asked. "We've got a couple of hours to kill."

That evening did pass more quickly than either Andrew or Wendy imagined it would. The air was thick with sexual tension, and although the siblings wanted to satisfy their craving for one another, they knew it would be foolish of them to do so before their parents were asleep. Once eleven o'clock approached Wendy stood up.

"I'll be right back," she announced before leaving the room.

Andrew waited for his sister to return from the bathroom. His cock had been throbbing for most of the evening and he was growing wild with lust. Once Wendy returned he made a quick visit to the bathroom, then hurried back to their room.

When Andrew opened the door to their room he was not entirely surprised to see that it was lit with only the lamp on the night stand, and to find his sister waiting for him in his bed. She raised up on her elbow, smiling at him. The sheet was covering her, but he could tell from her bare shoulders that she was naked beneath it.

"I've got a present for you," she said, raising her hand and grinning.

Andrew took the wrapped condom from his sister's hand and placed it on his pillow. Next, he quickly tugged his t-shirt off and dropped it to the floor. As he unzipped his jeans and pulled them down he smiled, feeling his cock rise and push out at his underwear. Feeling nervous and awkward with his sister staring intently, he unwrapped the condom and slipped it on.

The sheet felt cool on Andrew's naked body, but soon that sensation was replaced by Wendy's soft, warm hand sliding down his chest and stomach. When he felt her cup his full balls and give them a gentle squeeze he moaned.

"I've been waiting for this all day." Wendy's hand moved up to her brother's right hip and she tugged at him, guiding him towards her. Just one thing though: whatever you do -- don't be gentle."

A groan left Andrew's clenched teeth as he climbed between his sister's open thighs. As her fingernails ran down his back and she wrapped her legs around him he moaned again, only louder. These wonderful sensations did nothing to prepare him for what happened next. As his hard shaft entered his sister's tight, wet pussy he cried out in pleasure. She tugged at the back of his neck, drawing his mouth down to her left breast.

"Careful, or someone will hear," she breathed in his ear.

Andrew began pumping his hips and breathing harder as he worked his shaft in and out of the body he had craved for so long. His wildest fantasies of Wendy didn't even begin to compare to how wonderful it felt to finally be inside her. She gripped him tighter with her hands, legs, and finally within her tight walls as she began to meet his thrusts.

"Fuck me hard, Andrew," she moaned, then bit down on his left shoulder to stifle another moan.

As his hard meat thrust harder and deeper inside his sister, Andrew looked down at her beneath him, watching her breasts quiver. He captured her left nipple between his lips again and tugged, first with his lips, then his teeth. Wendy moaned louder into his neck and gave his shaft another hard squeeze deep within her.

"Faster... god, Andrew... fuck me, please," she said in a throaty voice. Her back was arched slightly and she was grinding her hips, meeting him as his cock sank deep in her with his increasing rhythm.

"Fuck... you feel so good," he moaned, looking down at his cock pistoning in and out of his sister.

Judging from her breathing and moans, Andrew could tell that his sister was probably as close to an orgasm as he was. She had snaked her right hand down between them and was rubbing her clit hard. He could feel the back of her hand on him each time he pushed into her, pressing her into the mattress and making wet sounds as his cock hammered at her dripping pussy.

When Wendy cried out with one last moan and squeezed his cock hard Andrew could not hold back any longer. Gripping her hips, he raised up to give her several more hard thrusts, before burying his shaft inside her one final time. He came with a loud groan, then buried his face in her neck, kissing her.

"I love you, Wendy," he whispered as he felt himself growing soft.

"I love you too, Little Brother."

Wendy's lips were soft and moist on his cheek, and Andrew smiled at her as he rolled over. He observed his sister through half-closed eyes. The look of pleasure and love on her face thrilled him, and he wanted to make her feel that way every day and night from then on.

"That was so wonderful," Wendy said as she wiggled closer to her brother. She laid an arm over his chest and kissed his cheek.

Andrew returned his sister's kiss as he stroked her back. "Yeah... that was the best experience of my life," he replied, still catching his breath.

Wendy raised her head and smiled into her brother's eyes. "Mine too. Well, so far anyway," she grinned. "But we've got all night and a box of condoms."