SNOWED IN

"Stop looking at her tits!" part of Will's mind was screaming, while quite another part kept playfully stealing glances at the remarkable cleavage. The cleavage in question was right next to him, in the passenger seat as he was driving. He had seen it very many times in his life. Heck, he'd even seen it bloom through its owner's puberty! Right now though, nestled as it was inside a barely visible red lace bra and framed by a shirt that was loosely opened, it was making him crazy with lust. "Why did she have to slip the safety belt under her arm?"

Will was well aware of the strap effect. This effect came about when the strap of a heavy purse passing between a woman's breasts only made them seem bigger. But when the breasts were already big to begin with, having them loose was even better. Every bump in the road made them dance, inviting and teasing his eyes. The girl beside him seemed oblivious to his glances, or if she knew, she didn't mind. What was the problem then? The oft-obsessed-over cleavage belonged to his twin sister.

Once again Will tore his eyes away and focused on the road, especially since it was covered in snow. They still had about an hour before arriving at their destination, the family cabin. Four days away from everything, with only the close family: their parents, the twins and their respective partners. Will had been in a steady relationship for three years now, and his sister Brittany just shy of two years. The six of them usually enjoyed these four traditional days a lot. This year was shaping up to be even more fun for Will though.

Then again, this was part of the problem. He hadn't seen his girlfriend for over a month now because she was far away in college. Yet in their phone calls and letters she had been just a bit more open than usual. Sexually open. Will loved Danae very much and could see himself building his life with her. She was very pretty and sexy despite smallish breasts. She filled her B cup bras well enough, but no matter how beautiful B-cup breasts could be, there are thing they just couldn't do. But that was not Will's main problem. Danae was somewhat of a prude. For her, having sex with the lights on was naughty. It goes without saying that Will's imagination could go a lot naughtier. A lot.

So during the last few weeks, when he began hearing and reading about how excited she was to finally get back to him, he had decided that this year's cabin time would be the best so far! This time she had even made it clear that she was sexually excited. He had made a mistake in the past, mistaking general excitement for sexual excitement. Bad call, wouldn't happen again... This time they were on the same page, and they would be fucking quite a lot during those days and nights. So for the past two weeks, despite his usual average of about once a day, Will hadn't masturbated at all.

That brings us back to the car, where the eyes of our poor over-excited Will had easy access to his sister's remarkable breasts. It wasn't even completely accidental. Claiming to feel cold, he had turned the heat way up. He had smiled when Brittany removed two buttons of her shirt, then a third. Now, though, his pleasure was bitter sweet. He was enjoying each and every glance, yet his hard cock was beginning to be painful and he really did have to concentrate on the road.

When the storm began, he was very happy to be only fifteen minutes away from the cabin. He helped his sister carry all her stuff and hurried to start a roaring fire inside. With the heat beginning to radiate in the living room, he smiled, then grinned as he looked at the big logs in the rack. Maybe if he accidentally built the fire too much, his sister would take off more of her clothing. Will shook his head and took a deep breath when he got up. He really had to clear his head and try not to think about his sister's breasts.

In her room, Brittany removed her winter coat as she unpacked her two suitcases even though it was still chilly. She was still feeling impish and mischievous about the car ride. Her brother hadn't really felt cold, and she hadn't actually needed to undo that third button. Ever since her breasts began to grow, she had learnt to accept and tolerate her brother's glances and sometimes even his obvious gawking. Of course it had felt really awkward and even shameful at first. A growing teenage girl was a delicate thing. But over the years, as he kept stealing glances in more respectful ways, she had begun to see it as a unique form of compliment. He had never tried anything weird, so she didn't try to stop him or dress more conservatively.

Now 23 years old, the twins didn't see each other all that often despite living in the same town. It had taken Brittany a few minutes before she understood why he brother kept turning the heat higher and higher. It was clear that he wasn't cold; his cheeks even turned red at one point. When she did click, she smiled and sighed, and began unbuttoning her shirt. Danae was pretty and fun to be with but she did have small breasts. Poor Will, having truly fallen in love with his very first girlfriend with small breasts. Brittany hoped that Danae hadn't seen pictures of Will's previous five or six girlfriends!

Now in her room, with the double bed she was going to share with her boyfriend, she forgot about her brother and grinned as she saw her little metal box, locked with a key she kept tied to her panties. Before meeting her current boyfriend, Matt, Brittany would never have described herself as wild. But slowly, he had made her discover new and unexpected sides to sexual pleasure. Making sure that the door was firmly closed and locked, Brittany stripped down to her bra and panties despite the cold. Delicately she undid the knot tying the key to her panties, and bent over the box to unlock it.

She made sure all her toys were there, especially Matt's latest gift of a very small buttplug, but it was her butterfly that she pulled out. The first butterfly she had agreed to wear with Matt had been a simple one, which vibrated when turned on. This one was something else. It must have cost Matt quite a lot of money, but it turned out to be a very good investment. This butterfly vibrated when turned on, but it had a dimmer function so she could give herself a very soft buzz if she wanted it.

While wonderful, this wasn't why the thing was so good. It was also remote controlled. On his phone, Matt had a little app that could remotely control the butterfly. Oh the fun they'd had with it, in all sorts of private and public places. Looking at her own phone, also loaded with the app, Brittany decided to put it on right now. Matt was supposed to arrive late in the afternoon, so about three hours from now. It would be weird to wear this with Will around, but Brittany was very, very keyed up and knew Matt would have the time of his life tonight.

So Brittany pulled her panties down, a very sexy red lace matching her bra. She hadn't even brought regular cotton panties, nor did she bring sport bras. Matt had only been here twice, but both times had been filled with great sex. After adjusting the butterfly exactly where she wanted it, she pulled her panties back up and selected. She chose a long red skirt and a nice warm woollen sweater over her bra.

She was about to get out when she paused, and smiled a wicked smile. "Is the fire going yet, Will?" she shouted through the wall. When he replied that it was, she pulled the sweater off and selected a white tank top. Red skirt, white top, over a red lace bra. She looked like a candy cane. A sexy candy cane! Brittany pulled her long black hair into a bun and opened the door. As she did, she thought that Danae was going to have to deal with Will and his monstrously swollen lust.

When Will saw his sister coming out of her cool room, dressed as she was with both her nipples poking through the red lace and white top, he momentarily closed his eyes. He had just managed to resist putting the huge logs on the fire. As he'd been kneeling in front of the fire, with images of his sister's cleavage running through his mind, he had taken a deep breath and tried to cool off. Now, looking at Brittany from the side as she emptied the cooler full of supplies, he slowly shook his head.

He couldn't wait for Danae to arrive, and he was going to eat her alive, with or without the lights on! Grabbing his own pack he went to his room to unpack. Brittany wasn't the only one who had brought toys, although Will's toy was very different. It was a wi-fi camera, or, if he wanted to be honest, a spy camera. Despite his growing excitement about the coming days and nights with Danae, he had been frustrated in the past, had had his hopes dashed and torn down. And now, as a little reparation for those, he had bought himself some sort of insurance. He'd been resisting it for a long time now, and decided to go for it. He wanted to see her naked and be free to look at her as much as he damned pleased! If a camera was the only way to do it, then so be it.

Putting the very small camera back into his socks, he finished unpacking. On his dresser there was an old picture of himself with Brittany on their 12th birthday. She looked like an angel, a little child untouched by any adult thought. But he remembered just how crazy her changing body had made him. A deep breath later, with his sister's current nipples and breasts filling his mind again, he placed the picture back in the dresser and unpacked, trying his best to think of something else.

Brittany and Will spent the next couple of hours arranging the cabin. Will finally adapted himself to the conspicuous presence of his sister's breasts, and they were both feeling good. Yet in the space of five minutes, the whole vacation changed. Their parents called, quickly followed by Matt. The only road that led to the cabin was closed because of the storm. Looking outside, the twins couldn't quite believe it. Yes there was a storm, but it wasn't all that bad.

An hour later they understood. It was a hell of a storm. For a while Will hoped that Danae had been on the road before it closed, but soon enough she also called. Together, the twins heard that their parents and lovers would spend the night in a hotel, about three hours away. If that wasn't bad enough, the storm looked like it was a real monster and the forecast was that it would only get bigger on the morrow. After hanging up, both of them began swearing profusely and very creatively.

Fifteen very silent minutes later, Matt called again and Brittany picked up. She was in the kitchen while Will was tending to the fire. When he turned around, he saw that his sister was leaning forward, her elbows on the counter. As frustrated as he was about the storm, he felt a twinge of desire pulsing in his cock. "Gods, am I a slave to this thing!" he thought to himself. "I have to masturbate or else I'm going to do something really stupid! Then again, if Danae makes it tomorrow, I still want to..." Unable to decide, he elected to spend some time in the jacuzzi.

Quickly changing into his swimsuit he headed downstairs and jumped into the jacuzzi. There, trying to relax as much as he could, he was unsurprised to feel an erection growing and growing. His head resting on the plastic cushion, he grinned and squeezed his cock with his hand. "It wouldn't take much... wouldn't take much time either!" he thought. He wasn't about to do it in here, and spend the rest of the week imagining his cum floating around. But it was clear that he had to. On that thought, he saw his sister appear, wearing her bikini. Their eyes met for a second, but he closed his eyes nonetheless. He was trying his very best to forget the unbelievable curves of her breasts, waist, hips, thighs, pussy against the tight fabric... Brittany was probably going to ask why he had closed his eyes, but he didn't care. If he could at least wait until she was in the water...

When Brittany saw her brother's eyes closing, after a quick glance on her breasts, she realized that her bikini was very small. After spending a relaxed afternoon with Will, and the whole storm debacle, she had forgotten about her breasts. She knew exactly why he had closed his eyes, and stayed silent. They eventually began talking about the situation, but the discussion was awkward and soon she got out. Frustrated herself, she didn't spare a lot of thought on her brother's own frustration.

Half an hour later she called him up for dinner. She had prepared a light version of the feast they had planned, and was glad to see that Will was feeling better. She had decided to wear her big sweater, not wanting to mess with her brother tonight. She had also decided against putting her butterfly back after the jacuzzi, not wanting to mess with herself either. They spend the evening together, talking from time to time or reading together in front of the fire. A far cry from the planned evening, but enjoyable despite everything.

Finally alone in her room, Brittany decided that she had to take some of the sexual edge off. During dinner she had walked behind Will and offered him a quick shoulder massage. She had ended up staying there more than twenty minutes. While she had never been as obsessed with his body as he was with hers, she still thought that her brother was good looking. And with her hands on his shoulders and chest, she was taken completely by surprise by the feelings that were blooming inside her.

Completely naked under her blankets, she looked at the golden key attached to her discarded panties, lying there on the chair, but refrained herself. "Better to keep this for tomorrow." she thought. For tonight, her fingers would be more than enough. Erotic images of Matt popped up automatically as her hand slipped between her legs, but before she climaxed, more than once she saw Will appear in there as well. It was strange, but it was not the very first time. A few times when they both lived in their parents' house, she had found herself becoming wet and very excited for no reason. She would later realize that her brother had been having sex at that same time. Maybe it was because they were somehow linked as twins? Anyway, her mind wasn't able, ready or even willing to tackle that problem as the first wave of her climax hit her. The fact that it was her brother's face that she had imagined between her legs didn't matter at all. Maybe he was simply doing the same thing in his room.

Will wasn't. In fact, he was as frustrated as possible. Even more than earlier. Just after he went to his room for the night, he had called Danae. At first it was just to talk and commiserate. Yet after half an hour of hearing her voice on the phone, Will began imagining a different kind of phone call. He had never had phone sex with Danae, and this seemed like a good night to suggest it. He tried to be subtle about it, tried to take his time, but he was too frustrated and pent up to do it properly. When Danae understood what he was trying to suggest, she laughed in surprise, thinking that it was a joke. When he said that he was serious, there was a long pause, then a burst of anger from her.

Sitting on his bed in silence, after the call, Will could only barely understand what had happened. In the last few weeks, Danae had clearly and undeniably more opened to a variety of sexual ideas and notions than even before. She must have been just as excited as he was about the cabin. Yet when he seriously suggested that they have phone sex to compensate for the distance between them, Danae had exploded, accusing him of wanting nothing more than her body. Apparently she was ready for sex, but only because she envisioned the week at the cabin as a supremely romantic time together. He replied that he wanted that too, but since they couldn't be together tonight... "So what, Will? We can have sex on the phone but can't share tenderness? What are you, some kind of pervert? Can't think of anything else than sex?"

The call ended soon after that, leaving Will in a turmoil of anger and sadness. He put his boxers back on, feeling bad for even having thought that it would work, then a pair of pants and shirt. He was not in the mood for sleep right now, nor would he even consider masturbating. He grabbed his tablet and walked out of his room, into the cabin's darkness. Had the wind been quieter right then, he may have heard his sister's moans. But as it was, he simply walked past her room and headed for the nice big chair next to the fireplace.

Half an hour later, way too hot next to the fire, Will moved to the rocking chair in the kitchen, and kept reading. He was re-reading a novel from his favorite author, Guy Gavriel Kay, and as he dove into the book he felt his spirits rising again. He'd call Danae tomorrow morning and apologize, explaining why he had suggested it, and saying that he missed her in all possible ways, not only sexually. Danae was quick to anger, but also quick to cool off, so it should work alright. After a few deep breaths, feeling much better, he closed his tablet and enjoyed the near darkness. It was amazing how black the night could be in the mountains, far away from cities and electric lights. The storm was adding to the effect. Aside from the weakly reflected glow of the fire, he couldn't see anything outside the windows. In that dark silence, he heard Brittany's door opening.

Brittany's plan had been simple: masturbate, sleep and hopefully wake up to find an abated storm. Sadly, while her climax had been pleasant enough, sleep hadn't followed. Sometimes she wished that she could be like most guys, falling asleep easily after a climax. But it didn't work that way for her. So after turning and twisting in her bed for a while, unable to find sleep, Brittany lit a candle and sat up in her bed. Eventually her eyes fell on her suitcase, the suitcase that contained her little metal box. Reaching for her panties, she grabbed the key with a smile.

A few minutes later she was back under her blankets, exploring the new sensations. She could have gone for her familiar dildo or the butterfly or even playing with Matt's cock ring just for fun, but instead she decided to try the new buttplug. It was her very first, and she had never tried one before. Matt had chosen a very small model, and for the first time she had tried it on. The plan was for him to "help" her with it, but in the middle of this night, she had jumped the gun. Once more she was moving and twisting around in her bed, but this time it was a lot more fun.

Matt had told her that she could even wear it in public, under her clothes. At first the idea had seemed plain weird, but now that she was getting accustomed to the feel she began to understand the thrill. Getting up again, she slipped her panties back on and turned on the light. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was surprised to see that it was completely invisible. Under a pair of jeans, and of course a skirt, it would be a perfect little secret.

Standing up almost naked in her room, Brittany closed the light and was ready to jump back into bed. But, noticing the cold, she decided that she should put another log on the fire beforehand. Believing that Will was fast asleep, she got out with nothing but her panties and the little buttplug on. Outside her candle-lit room, the corridor seemed pitch black, especially since she had just turned the light on in her room. She blindly walked the corridor's length, using her hands to guide herself. Soon enough she could see the glow of the fireplace, and walked across the living room.

Will, sitting in the kitchen's rocking chair in complete darkness, froze when he saw his sister coming out of the corridor. Even if her eyes had been properly adjusted to the darkness, she wouldn't have seen him, back there next to the dining table. Despite his best attempts when he was younger, he had never managed to see his sister's breasts naked before. And here they were, gloriously naked, gloriously free, gloriously dancing with her every step. His heart pounded so hard that he felt himself moving on the chair. The light of the fire was both not nearly bright enough, and then again just the perfect setting for this unique opportunity.

n front of the fire she had her back to him, and he couldn't see much.

In those few seconds, he realized that he should tell her that he was here. Then again, the idea that she would get up and turn around to face him, with her breasts... He just couldn't speak up. Maybe, he thought, she won't see him there? Maybe she won't notice him?

She did. As soon as she turned around, Will saw her breasts once more and felt a deep, long awaited pleasure. At the same time, he saw his sister's startled jump, and the anger in her face. "What the fuck are you doing there?" she asked in a loud voice, hiding her breasts with her arms as much as she could. "What are you, a pervert? Looking down my cleavage is one thing, but this, this! Damn it Will! Couldn't you at the very least let me know you were there, or is it that seeing my breasts is more important than respecting me?" she paused then, realizing that she was nearly naked. "Stay right there!"

Will stayed in his chair, completely defeated. Brittany had no idea that her angry words had echoed Danae's. All the optimism he had managed to gather earlier was now gone. Danae thought he was a pervert, now his sister too. Maybe because he was very tired, but in any case he felt two tears welling up and pouring down his cheeks. He did his best to wipe them off, but they were quickly followed by more, a lot more. Shameful of his actions and of his tears, he nonetheless stayed in his chair, waiting Brittany's return.

Very angry, Brittany threw on her very long sweater and walked right back out. She had quite a few choice words for her brother, who had just then crossed a line. She knew she wasn't completely innocent and had teased him a few times with her body.

But this was way too far. He really should have spoken up. Despite her anger, Brittany froze in her tracks when she saw Will with his head in his hands. Her brother was not one to shy away from conflict, and she expected him to stand up and try his best to defend himself. When she realized that what she had interpreted as shame was in fact more, that Will was crying in front of her, she had no idea what to do or say.

He was the one that broke the silence, "I'm sorry sis... I know I should have said something..." When he simply stopped there, unmoving and apparently destroyed on the chair, Brittany waited a bit.

After a few moments, she said, "Look Will, er, I don't know what to say... I never thought that you'd react this way... I'm not sure, er..." Brittany was really lost. In the following silence, much longer and awkward, she realized that there had to be something else going on. She had no idea what. Since Will wasn't talking, she whispered, "Look, don't worry about it too much. You just—"

"Brittany, it's not your fault. It's just that what you said, well, Danae had just said to me earlier..."

Relieved to hear that, Brittany knelt beside the rocking chair. "Oh. I didn't know. Wanna talk about it?" In the following silence, Brittany felt something she had forgotten and silently cursed herself. She still had the buttplug inside her.

"Well, not really. And then again, what do I have to lose?" Will took a deep breath and began. "Let's say that I was expecting a lot from this week with Danae. For the first time she had opened up about our, er... about our sex life." Will paused, then laughed nervously. "Well, if I made you feel awkward just then, it's my turn now! Anyways, I thought that Danae would... would want... would agree to..."

"Would stop being such a prude in bed?" said Brittany.

Will laughed and nodded. "Ya, that's pretty much it. So I refrained from, er, relieving myself for the past two weeks in anticipation..."

"Oh..." Brittany was surprised to hear this. "I'm not sure it was such a good idea..."

"Yeah, I know that now. But earlier, on the phone with Danae, when I suggested that we could maybe talk each other into, well, you know... She freaked out, and accused me of being a pervert, of only thinking about her in a sexual way, of not respecting her..."

Brittany closed her eyes, pissed at herself for the words she had used earlier. She couldn't have known, but still it was extremely bad timing. "Exactly the words I used... Oh I'm sorry Will, I didn't know."

"I know you didn't." he said, more in control of himself, After a deep breath, he sat straighter and continued, "I'm really sorry sis, I should have spoken up when you came in. I wasn't waiting for you or anything. But, " another deep breath, but Brittany was about to realize that it wasn't the same type of breath, "you really have mind-blowing breasts and I just couldn't resist. Even now, ashamed as I am..."

He paused and threw a quick glance down her shirt. Brittany realized that kneeling down like that, she had given him a pretty good view of the top of her breasts again. At the same time she could see that his pants were distinctly bulging. Laughing with him but staying in the same position, she shook her head, "Oh wow... here you are drowning in unrequited lust and here I am teasing you. I'm sorry brother."

"Bah, it's alright. It's probably the most I'm gonna get in a long time!" Will said, laughing with her.

Brittany, laughing, was still surprised. "What? You want me to keep teasing you?"

Will was not ready for that question at all. Earlier with Danae, it had taken her a long time to understand what he was trying to suggest. Now, with Brittany, he never even considered asking her to tease him yet that's what she offered. Extremely fast, Will made a judgment call. Brittany was obviously relaxed now, in a very good mood, but she had offered something very surprising. Will hadn't a clue about the buttplug, and about Brittany's own very high arousal. A single breath later, he replied, "Would you mind?"

Brittany laughed, obviously surprised, then agreed. "Ok... Its pretty weird, but

I'll help you brother. But no touching, alright?" Will could only nod. "Now let's go to bed and pray for this storm to stop!" After that she rose up and gave him a kiss on the forehead. It was way too dark to properly see, but from his vantage point Will could see the silhouette of Brittany's two breasts. And as she walked away, she pulled her long shirt up, allowing him to look at the small of her back, her hips, and the red panties that cling to the curves of her ass.

Alone in the kitchen once more, Will sat there with his mouth open, and his cock painfully hard. Seconds later, naked under his own blankets, he began to finally relieve himself. Then he stopped. He had saved himself for Danae... Maybe he should save himself for tomorrow's show? Then again, Brittany would change her mind once this stormy night's strange mood wears off. So tired was he that he fell asleep without having decided.

On the following morning, with the storm still going on strong, Brittany was thinking hard. She couldn't have known it, but Will's intuition was right. What had felt all fun and light last night, with Will's deeply hurt feelings and her buttplug messing with her mind, now seemed very strange. Had she really agreed to sexually tease her own brother? Well, she had actually done it a number of times in the past, but now it was out in the open. Very different. Very.

Since she hadn't brought anything else, she chose one of her sexy panties and bra, but decided to wear another skirt, long and quite conservative, and her long sweater. It went without saying that her toy box was properly locked and wasn't missing anything. She bound her hair tightly, knowing that Will liked it loose and wild. Looking at the floor as she walked to the table, more nervous than she thought she would be, Brittany then sat down in front of her brother. "Listen Will, about yesterday night—"

"I know Brittany. It was a mistake and you've changed your mind. I understand sis, don't worry about it."

One part of her felt intense relief. It had obviously been a mistake. Yet as she saw Will's face as he said all this, with a pitiful excuse of a smile, something broke inside her. Before she could even think about what she was going to say, she heard herself speaking, "What are you talking about? No no no... it's just that yesterday night you saw my red panties and I was wondering if you preferred the blue ones." With that, almost on instinct, she got up and untied her skirt, letting it pool around her feet. When she pulled her sweater up, revealing her panties, she looked up at Will.

In any other circumstance she would have laughed. His face transformed, in a matter of seconds, from a mask of pain and misery to a brilliant smile. He was staring at her panties without hesitation or uncertainty, shamelessly ogling her most private area. She knew that these panties were pretty transparent. Not because of thinness of the material, but because of the large patterns in the lace. Will was most likely able to see her skin through it, and the strip of freshly shaven black hair. At that moment, Brittany felt a scintilla of self-consciousness, quickly fading. It would turn out to be the last one of the day, despite everything that was going to happen.

Looking at Will, who was still staring at her panties long seconds of silence later, his huge grin on his face, Brittany began laughing. Looking up, Will laughed with her, then sat down. As she was doing the same, leaving her skirt where it had fallen, Will was now looking right into her eyes, his smile still lingering. "Thank you Brittany. Thank you sis. You have no idea how long I've been dreaming of this moment, and the fact that it happened today, after last night's, er, issues with Danae... Oh, and I do prefer the red ones!" Brittany laughed again then began fixing her breakfast.

A few minutes later Will almost got up to get some orange juice, but stopped himself just in time. Brittany, looking at him and wondering what had happened, saw her brother's face turning red. "What's up?"

"Hmm, nothing much. Would you mind getting the juice please?" was Will's mumbled reply.

"Why don't you go?" she asked innocently.

When she saw Will's fake smile, she understood. "Oh. Really?"

"Hmm, hmm."

"Well, that's interesting. Did you, er, fix your problem last night before going to bed?"

"Nope!" Will replied, smiling broadly.

"Maybe you should have... In any case, if I'm going to be such a good sister to you today, the least you could do is show me just how much you appreciate it..."

"Really? I'm just wearing my gym slacks. It's going to be..." Will stopped, took a deep breath and got up.

Will could see that his sister's eye got bigger as she looked at his conspicuous erection. It was snaking down against his left leg, and it was just impossible to hide with such pants. As she was looking at him, he took a good look at her uncovered legs, and felt his cock twitching. With the orange juice carton in his hand, he decided to turn around to face her before taking a long drink. The twins were smiling at each other as he walked back, but before he could sit, Brittany asked, "Would you mind building up the fire? It's a bit chilly, no?"

It wasn't. But if she wanted more heat, he was going to give her. Fifteen minutes later it was really getting hot in the little cabin, as both siblings were still sitting at the table. Will, waiting for his sister to make a move, saw her looking around clearly a bit nervous. Then, with a wink, she pulled her sweater over her head and threw it on the couch behind her.

Now Will had seen her sister's breasts for the first time yesterday, fully nude. But it had been a quick peek, in a dimly lit room. Now her bra, sexy as it was, was pretty much covering her breasts. Nevertheless it was a lot more thrilling. "Can I just stare for a while?" With a little smile, Brittany simply nodded.

Ever since he could remember, Will had been fascinated with bras. First it had been his mother's, then his sister's, some of her friends' and soon enough his own girlfriends'. At first he'd been mesmerized by the numbers and what they meant. At first he had believed that the number meant the actual breast size, and had dreamed about 44C bras and breasts. Eventually, as he saw the evolution in his sister's bra size, he realized his mistake. The string of numbers from her first real bra all the way to her adult size was seared into his mind. 28B and C, 30B to D, 32C followed by the glorious explosion all the way to 32Es and Fs.

Yet now, staring shamelessly at her bra and breasts, was keenly aware how deficient that numbering system actually was. The cup size measured the lower circumference of the breast itself, but didn't give an account of the shape of the chest underneath. The wires of new bras were pretty much flat, then began to curve with time, following the natural shape of the woman's body. It was what differentiated breasts that jutted straight ahead from a relatively flat chest, or those that bloomed slightly to each side.

Then, regardless of that angle, there was the question of how far the nipple was from the chest itself. Cup size tried to handle the width of a breast, but sometimes failed to fulfill the task of validating that forward thrust. Looking at how ridiculously far her sister's breasts were projecting, he learned that the fact that we didn't actually measure the bonnet itself was profoundly unfair. Bras just couldn't give justice to this most important but missing measurement. He knew that the shape of the bonnet would enhance this natural forward prominence, but the breast actually had to fill that space. Some bonnets created rounder breasts by giving it less room to push forward, while others pushed the flesh towards the centre and others yet created more pointy breasts like in the 40's.

One of the final failings of current bras measurements was the oh, so elusive fullness above the cup. To be fair, it's more a matter of breast rather than bra size, but as Will's eyes were being seared with the twin bulge of her sister's breasts above their cups, he felt this lacking as a deep injustice. Does the breast only fill the cup that's lovingly holding it, or does it begins to overflow? Not just because the woman chose a bra too small, just because there is more to bras than width and thrust.

He had always felt and believed that you could know if a woman was wearing an appropriately sized bra by the way the breasts danced as she walked. Regardless if the woman had smaller or bigger breasts, bras should never paralyze or worse, they should never flatten the breasts. Especially larger breasts. There was nothing worse than seeing a large pair of breasts flattened and pushed down by an inadequate bra.

Perhaps bored of simply sitting there, Brittany got up and walked to the kitchen. The bounce was perfect. Will felt his entire body becoming hotter as he stared at the glorious show before him. Out from the corner of his eyes he saw that her panties were actually thongs, but he kept his eyes glued to her breasts, even if he could only see them sideways. As she turned around and came back, walking slowly but with an exaggerated bounce in her step, Will actually trembled.

Standing right next to him, her breasts mere inches from his face, Brittany was trying her best to contain her laughter. When she had changed her mind in a fraction of a second earlier, she thought she might regret it. Now, to her surprise, she was enjoying herself and glad of the strange impulse that had made her change her mind. Matt still enjoyed seeing her in various state of undress, but since they'd been having sex just about every day for the last three years, it wasn't the same. Will, on the other hand, had been dreaming about this for years and years. Brittany was honest enough to admit that the flattery was responsible of her pleasure in a big way.

"Wanna join me in the jacuzzi, brother?" she asked, her smile unable to hide the unexpected joy she was feeling this morning.

"Uh, sure." Will smiled as well.

A few minutes later as Brittany arrived in the little solarium with her bikini on, she saw that Will was already in the jacuzzi, exactly like yesterday. Only now, she knew he was not going to close his eyes. She took her very sweet time getting in the jacuzzi, bending forward, turning around, allowing him all the time in the world. As she finally sat in front of him, he silently mouthed another "Thank you", and she winked back at him. "What are sisters for, anyway?" she replied playfully.

Despite the fact that Will's mind was overwhelmed every time she pulled her breasts out of the water to grab her glass of water, they enjoyed a very pleasant conversation. Even touched on the subject of Danae and her inexplicable prudishness. Sometimes it looked to Brittany as if Danae was straight out of a Amish settlement. She tried to help her brother with that problem, but didn't think she really found what the problem was. Nor had Will, for that matter. He knew what she liked in bed, but pretty much all of it was very tame. And even if he did everything right and she climaxed, there was a part of her that stayed frozen.

Once they moved away from that subject, as to not confuse things more than they were, Brittany stretched one of her legs and placed her foot on Will's thigh. The look he gave her, and the low grunt she heard above the noise of the water jets made her pussy tingle. Suddenly an idea flashed in her mind. After a deep breath, with her foot still there and despite her earlier resolution, she asked Will, "Do you ever look at her like that?"

Surprised, Will opened his eyes wide, "What? Er, probably? Why?"

"Well, let me tell you that most women's hearts will miss a beat when a man looks at them that way."

"Hmmm... You know, I can't say that I do look at her like that. I mean, I feel that for her... But it's possible that I try to hide or control it." Will said, pensively.

"You shouldn't. It works." Brittany said, still dealing with the shock that she felt when, for the first time, her own brother had made her feel like this.

"It does?" Will's face changed, a new smile growing on his face. "It works for you?"

Before she could stop herself, Brittany replied, "Very much. Want proof?"

With that she raised herself slightly above the water, letting him see that her very warm nipples were nevertheless distended and poking through the bikini. Will smiled, then grabbed her foot, pulling it higher on his thigh until she felt his very hard cock under her foot. "That's working as well, by the way..."

Brittany felt herself flushing, then she realized that she wasn't touching Will's cock through his swimsuit. "You're naked?" she asked in genuine surprise.

"I sure am, twin sister!" he replied, grinning. They both began laughing then, the storm and the frustration about their foiled plans completely forgotten. As they stopped, Brittany removed her bikini bottom and threw it to Will. "What about the top?" Will asked boldly.

"Well, that's going to have to wait... Worth it though, from what I've heard... They're worth it." she said, teasing him.

"Oh yes, believe it sister. They're legen..."

"dary!" she replied after a pause, laughing again. "So, hmm, how are we going to get out of here?"

"I don't know about you," said Will, "but I'm going to get out of here with utter pleasure."

Brittany laughed with him, and to her surprise, she didn't feel any sort of remorse or shame about what was coming. She knew that Will would wait for her to get up first, allowing him to see her pussy and ass completely naked. Instead of shame, she was feeling very happy. She was also well aware that she was getting very intoxicated with lust and that her little teasing game was affecting her as well.

"Well, why wait?" she said, just before getting up. Standing up in the middle of the jacuzzi, between Will's opened legs, the water only made it halfway up her thighs. Once again she moved out of the water and grabbed a towel. "There you go brother... Or maybe I should call you big brother, now that I've touched, your..." Laughing, she ran out and went upstairs, leaving a shocked Will behind.

As soon as she got upstairs, Brittany grabbed her white tank top and entered the bathroom. She hadn't taken a shower after the jacuzzi yesterday and this time she wanted to get rid of the smell. Her plan had been simple: a quick shower then walking out with nothing but her tank top and the towel around her waist. But as soon as she soaped up her breasts, then slipped her hand down to her pussy, she began caressing herself. A minute later her legs were shaking and she had to restrain a moan. "Stop that, you naughty minx!" she thought. She did have to cum, though.

But right at that precise moment Will knocked on the door. "Hey, don't take all the hot water! I wanna take a shower too!"

The first thought that popped up, hearing his question, was to invite him in. She hadn't locked the door. She almost said it out loud. Instead, she said, "Just a sec, I'm nearly done!" Then, whispering to herself, "Damn it, if I don't cum soon I'm going to go mad!" In the end, she finished, dried herself and put on her white tank top without a bra. After wrapping the towel carefully, she opened the door and walked out.

She smiled when she saw Will staring at her breasts, yet did a double take herself when she looked at his swimsuit. He had put it back on, but his hard cock, strained sideways just under the elastic band, seemed gigantic! After he closed the door behind him, she turned back and asked him, "Oh, by the way, did you end up reliving yourself since yesterday?"

"No!" he replied through the door, with vigor. "But if I had, I would have been imagining you, little devil!"

"Really?" she asked, smiling and flattered. 'And what exactly would I be doing in your fantasy?"

"What? Are you really asking me that, through the bathroom door?" Will asked, before he could enter the shower. "I'm not sure I want to share that with you, sis..."

"You think it'd be easier face to face?" she asked, still in this naughty mood.

"Well, no, but..."

"No buts!" Brittany said, on the edge of laughing out of sheer excitement. She heard him touching the door, she leaned against it herself. They were inches away from each other.

"Come on Brittany..." Will said, clearly uncomfortable.

"Will, I'm doing a striptease for you all morning long... The least you could do is talk!"

After a brief pause, Will said, "Point taken. And I do enjoy your, er, show... I really do. Oh man! That's not easy! Gods I'm in dire need of more blood in my brain!"

They both laughed at his joke, but Brittany was really excited now, more than she thought she'd ever be with her brother, even today. She was breathing harder, pressing her ear against the door. "Well," he finally began, "the first thing I'd make you do is a striptease in the classic sense of the word, right there in front of the fire. I really love seeing you dance, even though I teased you with it when we were younger..."

"Yes you did, idiot!" replied Brittany, with feeling.

As she was about to continue, Will cut her off, "Let me talk sis, it's not easy. So, after the dance, oh man, this is going to sound lame... After the dance I'd imagine you coming over to me as I sat on the couch, then you'd kneel in front of me, wrapping your breasts around my cock..."

It really was an obvious fantasy. And in a sense it was very boring. But Brittany surprised herself once again when a throb of pleasure bloomed between her legs and matured into a shot of heat all through her body as she imagined the scene herself. "Ok, that's enough for now! I'm going to take a shower!" When Will said that, Brittany barely reacted. She didn't know if he had chosen a tame fantasy to avoid saying a wilder one, but it had reached her nonetheless.

Walking to the kitchen, she took a few deep breaths to steady herself. Right then, her mother called. After making sure everybody was alright and that they had electricity and food at the cabin, her mother told her just how bad the roads were in the village. Looking out the window, the first time she'd really done it this morning, Brittany realized that the driveway was all but invisible. It was clear, then, that the rest of the family wouldn't be joining them today. Even if they could get out of the village before nightfall, they'd never get to the cabin.

Will got out of the shower, wearing only a pair of jeans, his hair still wet. Brittany watched him and his nice back, and saw that he was intently listening to her side of the conversation as he put two more logs on the fire. She missed a few words her mother said as he got up and turned around, looking at his chest. Strange how she had seen him so many times over so many summers, and yet... She swallowed a little moan and tried to focus on her conversation. There didn't seem to be any boxers underneath those jeans as well, as she could see the very top of his bush...

She'd been leaning against the kitchen counter and hadn't realized just how loose her towel had become. With her glass of water in her hand and phone in the other she pushed back from the counter and walked towards the living room. Three steps. Three steps was all it took to make the towel fall.

Will, not expecting anything of this sort as Brittany was talking with their mother, was very surprised. He saw Brittany's eyes opening wide and understood that it hadn't even been planned. Brittany twisted the phone upwards and whispered, "Damn! It really was an accident!" Will began laughing at her predicament, but still picked up the towel. But instead of handing it back to Brittany he threw it in the bathroom.

Brittany gave him a naughty look, but couldn't do much about it. Instead she sat down on the couch bare assed and crossed her legs. Will, infuriatingly, simply kneeled down in front of her silently, staring at her legs. She pulled out her tongue at him, half angry, half playful. Soon, when he heard that the conversation was coming to an end, Will saw his sister pulling a Sharon Stone on him. His mouth fell open as she took her time, letting him see her pussy much deeper, and much more clearly than before.

As she hung up the phone, she glared at him, "You bastard!" then laughed. "It really was an accident!" Will joined in, laughing. But he stayed right where he was. "So, brother, are you gonna move?"

"Nope."

"You want me to get up and press my pussy against your face?"

She had asked it jokingly, but he simply grinned and shrugged. So on impulse, Brittany did just that. Bending forward so that her breasts nearly touched his face as she got up, she kept going up and her pussy did end up mere inches away from his face. Moving sideways, Brittany laughed and went to her room. She got out of there with a new pair of black panties that were pretty much transparent. Looking at her brother as he was looking at her, she noticed his cock again, very obvious despite the jeans. Before this weekend she had never seen it hard. Only a few times had she seen it soft, under his swimsuits, when the clinging fabric had revealed its shape. Her brother was definitely a shower, because the cock tenting the jeans was definitely very big.

They ate together and both were thinking about the afternoon. When Brittany's phone rang and they heard Matt on the line, Brittany got up to go to her room. But a second later she heard Danae's voice as well. Brittany placed her phone on the table and activated the speaker.

It turned out to be a very strange conversation. Will was clearly nervous and had no idea what to say at first, but the twins were both surprised to hear that Danae seemed happy. Chipper even. After a few minutes she was even making some jokes with Matt. Through the conversation they learned that Matt and Danae had had to share a room in the motel, but that otherwise they were alright. The four of them had a few activities planned in the village, and they confirmed that it was impossible for them to reach the cabin today. There was a slight pause when Matt asked them what they were doing to spend the time, locked in a cabin. They mumbled something and none of their lovers noticed anything awry.

In the silence that followed the call, Will and Brittany really were a bit surprised that they seemed this happy. Then they began to wonder. Will said, "They couldn't really share a bed?"

After a pause, Brittany replied, "Well, no. Then again, Matt always had had a thing for Danae."

Will said, resigned, "Ya, I noticed that as well... Glad that you already knew, sis... At least, I know that Danae doesn't share the feeling. Thinks he's alright as a brother in law, but no more than that. In fact she really doesn't like him a lot, so I don't think we need to worry..."

"I don't know Will, " Brittany said, "That could be a rationalization. Some of the wildest nights I've ever had were with guys that initially turned me off, or even disliked. I know that Danae isn't like me, but still..."

"Nah, don't worry." Will replied. "Even if they slept in the same bed, which they didn't, they wouldn't have done that."

"You're right. It would be very stupid."

And right then, at the same time, both twins realized the situation they themselves were in. Braless tank top and transparent panties; nothing but a pair of jeans without any boxers...

It put a damper on the afternoon. A big damper. Will watched as Brittany walked to her room to take a nap, while he was left alone in the living room. He could feel a nagging worry about Danae and Matt, but couldn't believe they'd actually do something. Then again, he could also feel some extra blood in his cock. The image of Brittany's nearly translucent top flashed in his mind, and he knew how easily he could have slipped his jeans off and masturbate right there, despite is worry. He resisted again. Instead, he turned and lay down on the couch, stretching his entire body in front of the fire, feeling his cock stretching as well inside his pants. He ended up drifting to sleep with an erection one more time.

Brittany, in her room, found herself living through a very similar moment. After a long nap, she woke up still a bit worried, but she knew her pussy was drenched nonetheless. Despite everything else she looked at her metal box and opened it, planning on grabbing her dildo. When she saw her butterfly, she decided that she had really liked the long morning with her brother, and that she wanted to thank him. She slipped her panties down, installed her butterfly firmly, and pulled her panties back up.

Through the wall she asked, "Will? I need your phone!" She heard him grumble, seemed to have been asleep still, but he finally brought it to her door. She opened the door, grabbed the phone, winked at him and closed the door. This time he groaned, clearly frustrated. "Wait a bit, you big horse in rut!" She replied, laughing.

"Wait? That's all I've been doing for the past month!" he replied in a low voice.

"Go sit on the armchair next to the fire and give me 2 minutes."

Will went, sat, and waited. His sister's voice had seemed light, and she had laughed. Somehow, even on the basis of a few hours, he had associated his sister's laughter with sexual arousal. Sitting in the large chair, he felt his cock hardening again. When Brittany finally came back out, she was dressed exactly as before, with her nearly transparent panties and top. She handed him his phone and sat on the couch. "Ever heard of butterflies, Will?" she asked, an innocent expression on her face.

Will paused, then his memory provided an image he hadn't seen in a long while. He didn't need to answer, as it was written all over his face and smile. "I installed a new app on your phone. Try it." A minute later he was looking at her butterfly app, with a few controls. When he pressed on the button labeled "Low Buzz" he saw his sister's startled response. Then her moan.

In a trance, Will spent the next twenty minutes giving inordinate amounts of pleasure to his sister, while never even touching her. Soon enough she was lying down on the couch, with her legs either clamped hard on the toy, or wide opened as one of her hand was pushing it against her flesh. And Will really was toying with her, not letting her climax too soon. Near the end, he was kneeling right next to her, flabbergasted by the sight of his nearly naked sister writhing in utter sexual pleasure. He felt like a puppeteer, a mind-controlling puppeteer that was holding this crazily sexy woman in thrall.

He kept remembering that the only thing she had asked him not to do was touch her. So he didn't. Instead, he looked as she arched her breasts and even grabbed them with both her hands, mashing and massaging them, squeezing her nipples and moaning out his very name! He could even hear the wet sounds of her fingers and she pushed them in from time to time. When she began to moan "harder, harder, faster..." one last time, he decided to let her have it all. It was either that or he would rip her clothes and fuck her right there.

When Brittany did climax, he held the device 100% activated until she pushed it away form her pussy, clearly overstimulated. She cried his name again, then screamed as the last wave of pleasure hit her. She was covered in sweat, which was making her top even more translucent, and was still breathing hard. "Goddamn it! That was awesome!" she said, exhaling heavily. They both shared a long look, as she was stretching like a cat with a belly full of cream. "Would you mind getting some food?"

Will nodded, still in an altered state of mind himself, and came back with the food. He saw the butterfly on the table, and both twins grinned. They then realized that they had slept longer than they had thought. It was already dark outside. As they began eating yesterday's leftovers, Brittany asked, "Will, I have one strange question for you. Want me to ask it?"

"Of course! I don't think I could refuse you anything today."

Brittany smiled, delighted to have made him so happy. "Well, it's really a strange question. How in hell did you resist?"

"Resist? Oh, you mean right now?" After Brittany nodded, he explained, "It's simple really. You've been giving me one of the most amazing gifts that I've ever gotten in my life. You are ridiculously beautiful, staggeringly desirable, and yet you're the last person on earth that I should have the right to enjoy all of this." he said, letting his eyes roam all over her nearly naked body. "The fact that you agreed to my immoral request yesterday is amazing enough, but the fact that you made this day so fun and playful is even more incredible."

"Isn't that what you had in mind yesterday night? When I agreed?" Brittany asked.

"Well, I had thought that you'd wear some sexy pants and let me ogle your cleavage with low cut tops." Will laughed. "Then first thing I see this morning are your see-through panties! I was floored, and I've barely been able to handle the rest of the morning with all you've given me."

"Ok then... So, I ask again, how did you manage to resist? Even just touching me? Look, even now, you must have a raging erection, you could easily reach out and touch my breasts..." Brittany was really intrigued, and again very flattered by all that he had said.

"Argh! Of course I want to, and of course I could. But, dear sister, you asked me not to touch you yesterday night. The very least I could do in the face of your gift was to respect your single request."

After a long pause, during which they both looked into each other's eyes, Brittany said, "I don't think any other man could have had this level of self-control, Will."

"Hey, what are brothers for?" he replied, echoing her words from earlier.

They both laughed and finished eating their food. After that, Brittany got up and said, "I think I'm gonna get dressed." Seeing the obvious distress in her brother's face, Brittany laughed and added, "How can I make a striptease without any clothes on?" Before turning around and going to her room, she saw him smiling. And now, in her room, she could hear him laughing out loud.

Completely naked in her room, she pulled all of her lingerie from her suitcase, feeling very glad that she had brought more than was necessary. She decided to go with a classic black bra of very fine lace, a bra made by Marie Jo, the balcony Lauren. It was one of her favorites. She had had to buy the biggest cup they made, and it was just barely big enough for her. After putting this masterpiece on, she completed the first layer of clothing with a garter belt and long black hose. The matching panties were rather frilly, but still comfortable. Standing half naked in her room, she looked at her other options one last time. In front of her she had close to a thousand dollars of lingerie from Empreinte, Aubade, Prima Donna, Conturelle and Simone Perele. Many colors, all sexy, yet she thought the black one would be best for tonight.

Over her lace, she put her long red skirt back on, with what she thought was her sexiest top. It was made of black, stretching cotton, but what made it sexy was the cut. It was a hassle to put on, as it was fully opened in the front with two long pieces that were meant to be tied around her waist. The effect was pretty obvious; it framed and hugged her breasts like no other shirt she had ever owned. Finally, she re-did the tight bun in her hair with a single long pin that would be easy to remove during the dance.

Looking at herself in the mirror, as sexy as she could be tonight, she took a deep breath. She was going to do a striptease for her brother. How weird was that? Then again, she still felt some of the aftermath of the climax he had induced with the butterfly. The fact that she was going again all common decency and all her previous conceptions and beliefs about incest didn't bother her at all right now.

Just before walking out, Brittany heard music from the living room, one of her favorite dancing pieces. It was a set she had put together last year from some of her most cherished traditional Irish tunes. It started slowly, setting a mood that was eventually transformed into an explosion of rhythm. As she entered the living room, already in step with the music, Brittany noticed that Will had turned all the lights off, leaving only the glow of the fire to light her. He probably did it to make her feel better... It was enough light to see her, but not much. As she began waltzing, not yet in the striptease, she moved around the living room and turned all the lights back up. "Enjoy this brother..." she whispered.

Without revealing any skin, Brittany nonetheless changed her ordinary waltz into something more intimate. She let her hands slide all over her thighs and belly, something she would never have done on stage when she danced more regularly. Looking at her brother, she could see that he was already entranced. Soon she stopped looking at him, leaving him free to look wherever he wanted. One faster twirl made her skirt rise up, revealing the black hose. She repeated the effect on the other side, before stopping to bend down and touch her foot. As she straightened back up, she pulled her skirt with her hands until the top of the hose was visible.

Smiling as she heard Will groan, she was reminded again how strange an effect a striptease could have. Will had seen her naked legs all day long. Yet this time it was very different. When she raised her skirt on her other leg, she undid the two little snaps that held her hose. It was tight enough to hold on for a while, but Brittany waltzed directly in front of Will. Placing her foot directly on his thigh, she raised her skirt again, revealing the hose and her thigh. Brittany, this time looking directly into his eyes, kept rotating her hips slowly as she waited. Understanding that the no touching rule was not in effect anymore, Will reached up and grabbed the thin lace at the top of the hose. While he didn't do everything he could have not to touch her, he didn't slip his opened hands all over her thigh either. That would have to change.

Knowing that the music was about to change, Brittany pulled away, leaving him with her hose. She reached behind her back, perfectly aware of what this motion did to her breasts, and untied the knot. Remembering the timing of the tune, she began turning and turning ever faster. At first Will's eyes were mesmerized by the rising skirt, and the flashing legs, one black and the other creamy. When the music switched gears and the flutes and uillean pipes kicked in, Brittany stopped, her momentum throwing one side of her top open.

Again, while Will had seen her breasts behind her bras, bikini and tank top all day long, this was different. This time in perfect sync with the music she turned the other way, making the other side of her shirt open up the same way. She could feel her breasts swinging, heaving, trembling, bouncing... something else that wouldn't have been right on stage. But here, it was perfect. Will seemed like he was having the time of his life, even though his pants seemed like they were painfully tight. "Why don't you remove those..."

When Will heard his sister asking him to remove his pants, his heart skipped a beat. It should have felt utterly strange to undress in front of his sister, especially with such a taut erection. Then again, given that she had been the cause of this erection, willfully so, Will felt like he was entering into a dream, a fantasy. If earlier Brittany had looked like a candy cane in red and white, she was now a devil in red, black and skin. Her revealed bra was unbelievable, and the way Brittany was teasing him with that strange shirt was making him go mad.

Barely at arm's reach from him, Brittany stayed right there as he removed his jeans, revealing both that he nothing underneath and that his erection was as hard as it could possibly be. His sister, moaning and laughing at the same time, pushed him back in his chair once he was naked, and resumed her striptease. He could see something in her eyes though; when she had seen his cock naked and hard, her eyes had opened wider. Will saw it, but didn't register it properly. His cock had that effect on most of his girlfriends, long as it was, but he had no idea that his sister was really turned on by large cocks.

Soon her shirt was completely off, and she started unzipping her skirt. When she closed her legs together the skirt would slip down, but it rose up as soon as she spread them again. She was playing with her hips, using the skirt to cover and uncover them, as well as the panties just underneath.

As the set of music changed again and the rhythm switched from a fast jig to an even faster reel, Will saw his sister jump and land with her legs closed. The skirt fell all the way down, revealing one long perfectly naked leg, and the other, teasingly covered with hose again. Will noticed that her sister's skin was starting to shine with a fine coat of sweat when she moved right in front of him again, this time raising her other foot onto his thigh. His naked thigh.

This time, he placed both his hands on her foot and slowly slipped them all the way up to her thigh, then even higher. As one of his hands was unsnapping the first snap, the other one was caressing its way around and under her thigh to undo the other one. Will could have chosen the obvious way around the outside of his sister's thigh, but he didn't. Instead, he slipped one hand inside, even letting his knuckles grazing her panties right against the flesh of her pussy. His sister laughed at his sudden boldness, but waited for him to unhook the hose before pulling away. Before she did, Will could feel the heat radiating from her pussy.

Soon the garter belt was flying away and his sister was toying with her panties. Despite the fast music, Brittany was slowing down, moving closer to him. She was focusing all of her movements on her hips, making them twist and rotate deliciously. Surprising him, she allowed him to see her pussy first, then turned around to bend forward, pushing the lace down all the way. As she jumped away quickly, Will realized that his mouth had been opened and that he had very nearly dived right between her cheeks with his entire face.

After a few more twists and moves, laughing loudly at this point as if she was herself intoxicated by her dance, Brittany slowed down and knelt right between Will's legs. Never before in his life had Will been so thrilled, so nervous and so afraid at the same time. His eyes darted between his sister's eyes and her breasts, the last piece of her striptease. This striptease had lasted for ten or twelve minutes, but Will realized that the entire day had been a long striptease as well. And this moment, this final unveiling, was the cherry on top.

"It's a front-locking bra, Will."

A simple sentence, very few words conveying information he already had discovered. Then again, there was something implied in it. Will sat up, his hard cock pressed against his belly, and slowly brought his hands towards his sister's breasts. Fingertips mere inches away from the clasp, he paused and caressed the black lace with the back of his fingers. Looking up, he saw Brittany smiling and nodding her head. As electrifying as that small contact had been, what came next floored him.

Opening his hands wide, he touched, covered and squeezed both her breasts at once. He felt as if he had just finished a marathon in first place, or been the first to find an ancient buried treasure or first to reach the top of Mount Everest. As he saw the flesh of her mounds pushed up, squeezing together upwards, he trembled. He didn't know how much freedom or time had, so he tried to make the most of it.

Boldly, he rotated his hands on her breasts, letting his fingers graze the skin just above the lace, feeling it give way under his pressure. Closing his other fingers again he felt her flesh reacting and pushing against his thumbs. Just ridiculously firm. With his hands outwards and his thumbs on the top her breasts, it meant that his pinkies were all the way at the bottom. Squeezing harder, he felt the bra move off of Brittany's skin just a bit. At the same time both of his smallest fingertips touched the warm underside of her breasts, sliding towards the middle of her chest.

"Take it off..." Brittany said, breathily. And so he did. A second later the clasp popped and they both made quick work of removing the fine lace, a work of art, truly, off of her body.

Now Will was somewhat of an expert on big breasts. Most of his girlfriends had had big breasts, and even Danae couldn't be described as having small breasts. He knew that most ten year old breasts, on twenty-three year old girls, don't fall much when they're released from their bras. Then again, gravity didn't care much for your age, especially when you're particularly massive. And Brittany's breasts fit that bill and then some. Yet when he released them, instead of falling per se, they rather settled.

Will was entranced. This. Was. It. Right in front of him, purely and triumphantly naked, as nature intended, were two of the most perfect breasts he had ever seen in the flesh or on screen. He was transfixed, admiring. Some breasts had more weight on the bottom, below the nipple. It was the case for most large breasts. Not Brittany's. They seemed full in all direction, again flouncing gravity. Her nipples didn't point down or up, they pushed forward. They seemed to push not because they were distended, but the flesh underneath seemed so firm and intact that they didn't drop at all. They looked more like blooming pink flowers lightly aloft of a firm stem than a water lily dropped on the water's surface.

Under those wonderful pink nipples was a maelstrom of unyielding and concentrated flesh, waves of heavy flesh seeming to push in all directions. Those waves seemed to be maintaining what must surely be impossible, a violation of the laws of nature and physics. A notch above perfectly proportioned, Brittany's breasts were a manifestation of his vision of perfect breasts.

He didn't know if he had the right to, but his hands simply lifted of their own accord, moving to and over those breasts. He moaned and closed his eyes, noticing that his mouth had been open, gaping like a deranged person. He wasn't deranged; he simply had his mind blown. He barely heard his sister's sharp intake of breath as the skin to flesh contact of his hands on her breasts brought him to what he believed was the day's ultimate pleasure.

This privileged contact confirmed everything he had hoped, dreamed and even wished for, as well as what he had felt earlier. As her breasts filled his hands, he felt that they were filling a hole in his life. Younger, he had often thought that, because he was her twin, he should have had a right to those breasts. To see them, touch them, lick them, suck them... It had filled many masturbation sessions during his youth. Now that he had them in his hands, he felt that a large part of his life was being resolved, completed.

Will had no idea that Brittany was burning with desire right now. She hadn't planned about this moment, hadn't thought that she'd ever go this far. Yet seeing him so excited, and his cock so damned hard and pulsating with lust for her, she had been caught in the moment. Her plan had been simply to strip completely naked and throw him her bra before retreating to her room. And now she was on her knees between her brother's naked legs, thoroughly intoxicated by the entire situation. Not only that, she realized in shock that she was gathering her saliva in her mouth... She was going crazy, just like her twin.

As Will felt her sister's hands push his away, he felt a rush of very powerful emotions. Fear, pain and sadness at first. He was sure that Brittany had changed her mind. Then he saw her finger curling in the universal invitation to come closer. She had pointed her finger at his cock though. When she did it a second time, he scooted his ass to the edge of the armchair, inches away from her breasts. Finally, when he saw her spiting a large gob of spit directly on his cock, he nearly blacked out.

The fantasy he had invented on the spot, earlier today, about her titfucking him, seemed about to realize itself. Laughing in near-hysteria, he thought that he should have told her about the fantasy he had really had instead. Maybe next time. When her hand grabbed his cock, spreading her spit all over his length and girth, he moaned out loud. Looking at his sister, fascinated, Will saw her spitting again in her hand, before she spread that saliva between her breasts.

When she finally closed those massive mounds around his cock, Will thought he was going to faint. It had been years since he'd ever felt a pair of breasts around his cock, and it had been many more years since he'd begun dreaming about those specific breasts. When she pulled upwards slowly, the first sliding movement, Will shook. He was staring at the sight of his cock between his sister's breasts, feeling her spit slick between their skins. When she lowered her head and let another dollop of spit directly on the head of his cock, nestled as it was, something clicked in his mind.

Throwing his head back, he began laughing slowly, then harder until he was crying in pure pleasure with her every movement. This was the realization of countless years of dreams and fantasy. When he quieted and looked back at Brittany, she was looking right back into his eyes, grinning. He placed one of his hands on her cheek, gently caressing her.

He was not going to last long, though. He didn't know if he had made it two minutes so far, but he was already feeling the familiar tingling, the deep pressure between his legs. "Do you have any idea just how wonderful this gift is, Brittany? Do you have any idea?" Will said, closing his eyes. He didn't see how her eyes changed as he said it, or how bright her grin still was.

His entire world focused on his cock and the mind-boggling sensations of his sister's breasts around his cock. "I don't ever want to stop... I want to die right here between your breasts, sister..." and those were his last coherent words. He barely heard Brittany laughing at his comment.

It seemed to him that every single cell in his cock's skin was alive, enjoying the unbelievable feel of his sister's breasts. When she pushed down and his glans emerged above their flesh, the brief withdrawal was almost painful. Then she pulled back up and engulfed him again. He could feel and see her breasts molding themselves around him, hugging the length of his cock as well as hugging the curves of his glans. The long ride from the base of her breasts all the way back up was unbelievable. It didn't last for more than two seconds, but it made his entire body burn.

He had always liked titfucking, especially titfucking tits that were more than just big enough for the job. Not only were his sister's breasts large enough, they were firm and smooth, and she was guiding them expertly. In addition to sliding up and down, he felt her rotating her torso and even twisting left and right around him. Most men think that pussies will always be better than breasts for fucking like this. He knew better and Brittany was just proving it to him again. Pussies couldn't twist around you, couldn't slide upwards on one side and downwards on the other, couldn't let the woman lick your cock as it pushed all the way out...

When her long slow strokes suddenly transformed into faster movements, Will was afraid that he was going to go mad. Then all of a sudden the growing pressure overwhelmed him and a last spark of pleasure ignited his orgasm. His long delayed orgasm. Inexorably, at one point those emerging motion had sent him over the top. His first spurt of cum hit Brittany hard under the chin, and his sperm slid down along her neck.

Pulling up, Brittany felt the next one squeezed between her breasts, hotter than her skin. Pushing back down again she felt the next one against her neck again, until the following jet was engulfed by the flesh of her breasts. Looking up, Brittany saw that Will 's head was thrown back again, his mouth opened in a soundless cry. Pushing back down hard, she lowered her head and opened her mouth. Her eyes closed as she felt his brother's sperm hitting the back of her mouth, then groaned as she swirled it around inside her mouth.

Few people knew it, but Brittany had something of a sperm fetish and this long-delayed, explosively voluminous climax was a very sharp pleasure for her. And despite her natural aversion to his brother's sexuality earlier in her life, his sperm in his mouth was an eye-opening experience. Tonight, after a day of strangeness, she finally saw her brother exactly the same way he had been seeing her for years. As a sexual creature. A damned fine creature as well: nicely muscled body, good looks and a cock perfectly big enough for her tastes. And, to top it all off, he tasted good.

When she opened her eyes again, with her head still lowered, she realized that he had cum a few more times, directly onto her face. Her laughter was a mix of pleasure, sexual thrill and a touch of madness. Licking his cum as much as she could while still holding her breasts around his cock, Brittany suddenly found herself fighting the urge to jump on that wonderful, still-hard cock.

Will was in the throes of one of the most powerful climax he had ever felt in his life, yet sometimes you can get too much of a good thing. His cock was beginning to be oversensitive, and against his own will he had to pull himself out of that amazing mammary embrace. When he did, he fell back down against the chair, completely drained. He looked at his sister, still naked, still kneeling between his legs, her breasts still inches away from his cock. He opened his eyes wide as he saw his sperm on her face, and his mouth fell open when he saw her licking her fingers clean.

"I love you, brother" was all Brittany whispered before getting up, a glorious sight, and walking away to her room. Pretty much in shock and exhausted, Will barely heard her first few moans before drifting down into a sleep so deep it was almost a loss of consciousness.

He woke up later to a very dark cabin. A quick look at the fire told him he must not have slept all that long, but the clock told another story. The blanket on his body was also another clue. Brittany must have come back from her room and done this. Throwing the blanket off, expecting to see his belly and cock covered in cum, he found his skin to be perfectly clean. Grinning, he thought, "Hmm. Brittany." Getting up, feeling his erection returning, he stopped in front of her door. And paused.

Any other girl and he'd be in her room, his cock buried into her pussy seconds later. But this was his sister, and despite the magical experience, he didn't know just what she wanted or didn't want, nor what she was feeling. This morning, when she had revealed her panties at the table, Will had heard the tone in her voice, seen the look on her face. She had been ready to tell him that the teasing had been a bad idea. Clearly that had changed. But fucking? That was something else.

Will didn't know it, but Brittany only fled to her room to masturbate, unsure if she was ready to really fuck her brother. Then again, a minute later she was moaning his name out loud from his room, a very clear invitation. Sadly, Will had been knocked out, hadn't heard a thing.

And so, in the middle of the night, Will walked to his room, profoundly uncertain about what the morning would bring. The following morning Will woke to a very quiet cabin. It took him a while to realize that the quiet was due to the fact that the storm was over. Opening his blinds, he was treated to a perfect world of white and extremely bright light. The sun was having its revenge, it seemed. Will couldn't know that revenge would play an important part of his own personal day.

Looking down with a smile, he saw that his cock was also brightly awake. He'd been having very intense morning erections for the last two weeks, but had figured that it would stop this morning. He had thought that the barely believable titfucking his sister gave him would have quieted the lustful storm that had raged inside. Apparently not. Without thinking about it he put on the thick robe he always left in the cabin for such chilly morning. It was thick enough that it would hide his erection if Brittany was already up.

She wasn't. Fifteen minutes later the fire was back on and raging, already heating the room. To his surprise, his erection was also still raging. Enjoying this time alone, Will removed his robe and stood fully naked in front of the fire. If Brittany happened to wake up right now, regardless of how she felt about yesterday night, she was probably not going to cry "Pervert!" out loud.

As he sat back in the same deep chair, the chair that had seen him receive the most amazing titfucking of his life, he pondered about Brittany. What would she feel? He could still recall it clearly; last morning she was just about to say that she was not going to be teasing him, that it was a bad idea. Somehow, he discovered, morning could clarify a few of the eve's problems. But for him, right now, it was a morning problem. How was he going to react if she said that it was a one time thing? What if she wanted him to forget everything that had happened? Brittany had seemed quite at ease about the whole thing, had even said that she loved him right after he had sprayed his cum all over her face.

Yet... Will was worried. Heading to the bathroom he took a good and very hot shower, resisting the urge to masturbate. Grinning, he reminded himself that there could also be more pleasant possibilities. Back in his room he was deciding what to wear, a task that usually took him two seconds. But this morning was different. He knew that his sister liked how he looked. He'd known for a while, but the unguarded look in her eyes yesterday had been a nice reminder. Would he go shirtless? Would he push his audacity to the point of wearing nothing but his gym pants, letting her see his cock pushing against the fabric?