To Hell and Back

Literotic asexstories – To Hell and Back by MSTarot,MSTarot (Wrote for fun. All characters are over 18)

To Hell and Back

There was trash in piles in the hallway. The stairwell smelled of piss. The only paint that wasn’t pealing had come from a spray can.

Looking down I watched the huge rat waddle past. It paid me no mind at all, completely unafraid. Mind you, I’ve had smaller dogs so maybe it was right to not be afraid.

There were angry voices from the apartment next to the one I was looking for.

Gunshots in the distance. Sound of an ambulance or maybe a firetruck even more distant.

Standing for a moment, I looked at the tarnished brass numbers on the door. Looking to my left, I saw that someone had taken a can of red spray paint and written “whore” on the wall with an arrow pointing to this door.

The door handle turned without resistance. When I pushed the door I felt a weight against it. I had to really lean into it to get it to move at first. Stepping through the opening, I saw my sister leaning against her front door, passed out.

“Becca?”

Only silence answered me.

Squeezing past, letting the door close back, I instinctively locked it. Kneeling down, I looked my sister over. She was dressed in torn nylons and scuffed red shoes. Her skirt was mostly see-through lace and the rest was red vinyl. A gold belt and a gold tube top completed the outfit. I wrinkled my nose at the smell of her. Old sweat, stale perfume, old sex musk. Piss.

“Becca?”

I gave her shoulder a shake, she swatted at me, and grumbled a barely audible “Go Away…”

Standing up, I gave my sister’s apartment a look. If anything it was worse than the hallway outside had led me to believe it would be. An old trash smell made the small kitchen unbearable. The living room, if it could be called that, was filled with a million variety of clutter. A pathway led to a bedroom and a small bathroom.

Leaning down, I moved my arms under her knees and behind her back and with a small grunt lifted my sister from the floor. She leaned lifeless into my chest with a bare murmur of protest.

Carrying her across the room, dodging past trash and detritus, I placed her on the end of her bed. She flopped like an empty sack, boneless. With a sigh, I began to get Becca out of her filthy clothing. Tossing it into the piles around the bed, not caring what went where.

If not for my time spent time in the military – surrounded by far worse human smells – the reek of her unwashed body would have been beyond nauseating.

Leaving her in the tube top and panties I went to the bathroom and found a washcloth that – while it wasn’t clean – wasn’t beyond redemption. The two thin towels in the room were a lost cause but I found a clean-ish cotton shirt by the bedroom door that would work for a towel.

Holding my breath long enough to find an unused and extremely dusty pan in the kitchen, I filled it in the bathroom sink and, with a bit of soap, began to give my sister’s thin body a slow going over.

“God, Becca … what have you done to yourself?”

I was debating removing the last of her clothes and cleaning the rest of her when there came a pounding on the apartment door.

“Open up, bitch, rent is due!”

An eye on the alarm clock by the bed told me it was close to midnight.

Again the heavy fist on the door.

“Bitch, don’t make me knock on this damn door again!”

Crossing through the cluttered living room, my right hand went to the small of my back. When I unlocked the door with my left hand I turned the knob a large man pushed it open as I expected him to. He stopped when my 1911 Colt 45 barrel about broke his front teeth out.

“Whoever you are. Whatever you want. Walk away or die,” there was ice in my voice.

His hands eased away from his body slowly. His eyes were wide as dinner plates. For a half second, he tried to look past me, then he refocused on me as my thumb clicked back the hammer.

Backing up a step, he made to speak but I shook my head and gestured with the gun for him to go.

He went.

Locking the door back, I moved back into the room where my sister was passed out on the bed. She had not moved since I left her, dead to the world. Clicking the safety on my pistol, I holstered it and went back to taking care of her.

The vomit-covered halter top and the piss-smelling panties I tossed into the bathroom.

It was an hour of washing her with the rag later before I accepted that she was as clean as I could make her without putting her in the shower. I now knew far more about my sister’s anatomy than any brother should know, but I was not even in the least aroused by her nudity. The bruised skin of her ass, the dark purple-green marks of fingers around her wrists, ankles and throat. Sores from what were clearly cigarette burns.

There was nothing about her that was erotic. Pathetic, pitiable, and heart-rending, yes. Absolutely yes.

Covering Becca with a sheet that was not by any means cleaner than anything else in the place, I got to my feet, looked around at the mess, and – with a sigh – went to work.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

Stepping back inside my sister’s apartment from taking the trash bags to the overflowing dumpster in the parking lot, I was not surprised to see that she hadn’t moved while I was going. I was betting it would be noon before she slept off the drunk she was under.

People had watched me the whole way out and back. The morning pale reddish glow giving faces a demonic look. None made any moves toward me, they simply watched. Not even the big guy from earlier who I saw standing at the other end of the parking lot with a few other guys his size and general thuggish demeanor. For a moment one looked like he was going to but the big guy stopped him with a hand on his arm.

I looked back at their antagonistic gazes with a calm acceptance that I would have to kill a few of them before the day was over. That cold uncaring look seemed to make them reconsider.

For now at least.

The apartment wasn’t clean, nothing short of a four-alarm fire would achieve that, but it was clean to the point I would consider sitting down on something.

A murmur from the bedroom drew my attention.

Sitting on the back of the couch, I watched my sister crawl out of bed naked and stumble into her bathroom. A rill of sound soon followed. Leaving the toilet un-flushed, Becca staggered back out, looked over at me with no recognition, then more or less fell in the direction of her bed. Getting up, I walked over and helped her to not be hanging half off the bed. I covered her back up, ignoring her attempts at lewd drunken seduction.

“Sleep, little sister. Sleep.”

With a mumble of disappointment, she passed back out.

Walking to the bathroom, I flushed the toilet.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

The rhythmic knock on the door woke me. I was sitting up on my sister’s couch with my gun in my hand facing the doorway. The half dose I was in was old hat to me.

Again the knock. “Shave and a haircut?”

With a smile, I got to my feet, went to the door, and tapped “Two Bits.”

Opening the door, I grinned at my Army buddy John.

He looked left and right and gave me an amused grin. “Nice place. Here, I’m leaving before I catch something Ivory soap won’t wash off.”

I took the two bags he handed me with a thank you.

“Need me to hang?” he asked.

I shook my head. “I’m good. The local color is a bit skittish. But they only seem to be restless after dark.”

He grinned a mouth full of teeth. “SSDD, huh?”

“Always.”

John took another look around checking his six. “Well, call me if there looks to be a dust-up. I’ll let a few others know and we can all come play.”

I gave him a fist bump. “Hooah!”

I watched him till he reached his battered old Jeep. Not that I needed to. Nothing this side of the Taliban was crazy enough to even look side-wise at John’s crazy ass.

Mind you he would have said the same thing about me.

Locking the door back, I walked to the kitchen. Six hours of work had it at least clean enough to eat in, if not off of. One bag, still warm, was filled with sausage and or bacon biscuits. The other was a variety of pharmaceuticals and the first-aid type crap that I had asked for.

Leaving the food for now, I went to my sister’s bedroom with the other bag in hand.

Amazingly and predictably, touching an alcohol wipe to a raw cigarette burn will wake up even my dead drunk half-stoned sister.

“OW! You fuck, knock that shit off!” She swatted at my hand. “Fucking creep….” My sister flopped over in the bed presenting me with her bare ass. “Do that shit again … fucker… I’ll straight razor your fucking ass.”

Reaching into the bag, I pulled out the purple and yellow box of Hirudoid cream, opened it, and squirted a handful into my palm. Warming it between my hands, I began to massage it into her bruised ass.

Becca gave a low moan. “Okay, that’s nice. Hey! No backdoor stuff, you fucker. Still sore.”

“Not a problem, I was always a tits and blowjob kind of guy.” My spread wide hand road across both of her butt cheeks as I massaged in the bruise cream. “Not that this isn’t one of the finest examples of the female derriere I’ve ever come across, sis.”

For a moment Becca lay silent, then she moved a bit and looked back over her shoulder. I watched my sister’s eyes trying to focus on my face. “Jordan?”

I gave a smile as I kept rubbing lotion into her bruised butt. “All day and twice on Tuesday, sis.”

“Jordan!”

With a spin, Becca spun over and sat up till she was inches from my face looking at me in wonder. Her eyes blinked like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

“Still me. Ya, hungry? I got breakfast delivered.” I jerked my thumb towards the kitchen. “Just biscuits, but it’s pretty much as many as you want. I think John got like twenty.”

“What.. what … what are you doing here? How did you find me?” She paused and looked under the sheet wrapping her. “Why am I naked?”

I put the cap back on the cream and stuck it back in the bag. “Which one you want me to answer first?”

She began to look around frantically, then seeing the clock became even more frantic. “My phone? Where is my phone?”

“Didn’t see it. I cleaned up a little bit, but it never turned up. You might have lost it or left it somewhere.” I rolled up onto my feet. “You still want those questions answered or do you want some food first?”

She staggered off the bed clutching the sheet to her. “I’ve got to find my phone. “Kenny will kill me! What are you doing here?”

I paused a moment, then decided to make it as quick as I could. “Mom is dead. She had a stroke.”

My sister paused looking at me for all of four seconds then began to look frantically for her phone again. “My phone, where is my phone? What happened to all of my shit?” She looked at me demanding answers.

“The trash is in the dumpster outside. Your clothes are in the closet, washed – except for what I couldn’t figure out how to wash. I left those in your laundry room in a trash bag by the washer. Becca, did you hear me? Mom died.”

“Yeah, yeah. I got to call Kenny!” My sister spun in a circle and then focused on me. “Your phone! Give me your phone! I.. I think I remember the number.” She lunged at me trying to grab at my belt for the phone there. “I’ve got to call him. Oh, fuck he is going to kill me!”

Handing her my phone I watched her for a moment trying to remember the number, Then she began to try random numbers till, frustrated, she threw it at the wall beside me. I caught it out of the air before it went past me. My sister then began to snatch up clothes and – uncaring about being nude – dropped the sheet and began to get dressed.

“I’ve got to find him. I’ve got to find him!”

“Tall guy, tattoo of a scorpion on his neck?” I touched by my nose. “Teardrop here?”

Becca spun to look at me, her boobs swinging. “Yes! You saw him? He was here? Kenny was here? When? When was he here? Jordan, damn it, when was he fucking here?”

I set the bag with the OTC painkillers and bandages by the bathroom. “About midnight and I saw him still in the parking lot around dawn.” My eyes went to her bare breasts. “You might want to put a shirt on before going outside, it’s a bit chilly.”

With a sound of exasperation, she turned away from me looking for a shirt. I moved over and opened her closest showing here where I had put them.

“Oh, god he’s going to kill me.” She kept muttering the whole time she dressed. Then she looked at me puzzled. “Why are you here, Jordan?”

“Mom died.”

She waved that aside. “Yeah, yeah, but why are you here?”

Moving in a seemingly random way while picking up a few things, which although she didn’t notice allowed me to block her access to the door, I stopped and looked back at her. “You and I are the last of our family. I’ve made some calls, talked to some old family friends, and confirmed it.”

She shook her head. “We have cousins, Tim and Billy. Jennifer and Melody. Scott.”

I shook my head. “No. They have all passed away in the last four years. Accident, or illness for the most part, although Scott was killed. Melody took her own life.”

For a moment my sister looked stunned at that, she and Melody had been close childhood friends, then gave a small shrug. “It happens.” She tugged her shirt down and looked around for something. “Still why are you here?”

“You and your well-being are now my responsibility, sis.” I looked around at the still-dirty apartment. “And this is unacceptable. You’re coming with me.”

She stood there looking at me stunned.

“I’m going to make a call and some friends of mine are going to come and pack all this up.” I looked over the tattered furniture. “Although a good bit we can leave. You might want to pack an overnight bag. It will take a while for the truck to get to South Dakota.”

“South Dakota? What the fuck are you talking about? I’m not fucking going to fucking South Dakota!” She moved towards me. “Get out the way, I’ve got to go find Kenny and pay him. Oh, fuck he is going to kill me. Move!”

“No!”

She went to push me out of the way. “I said move!”

I caught both of her hands in one of mine.

“And I said no.” Spinning her around by her shoulders as easily as if she was a tiny child, I plopped her butt down on the couch and crouched down in front of her, looking into her eyes. “You are mine. My sister. My family. The last of us still above the flowers. You are going to go where I say, do what I say, and when I say it. At least till I’m sure that you can take care of yourself better than what I can see here. And from the way I found you last night that could be years from now.” I grimaced. “Get a shower while I call my friends to come pack up. You still stink despite me trying to clean you up.”

She looked down. “You stripped me naked? You!”

“You vomited and pissed yourself. I cleaned you up.” I looked over her filthy hair, disgust written on my face. “How much do you owe this Kenny?”

She looked at me puzzled. “Four hundred and fifty. I’m not fucking going to South Dakota!”

“You will go. If you have to go kicking and screaming in the sack you are tied in, you will go. Because I said you are going to go.” I stood up and looked down at her. “Now, Becca, go get a shower. Use soap. Use shampoo. I washed towels while you slept. Use one. There will be clean clothes on your bed when you get out.”

She went to surge up at me. I caught my sister, spun her, and with a hard hand placed three quick spanks on her already bruised ass. She came up onto her toes after the first one and was squealing by the third.

“Do as you are told.” I brought her back around to face me and casually caught the hand she swung at my face. “You wish to act like a child, therefor I shall treat you like a child. Willful and spoiled, and incapable of taking care of yourself.”

Taking her by a firm grip on the hair at the back of her head, I walked my sister – while she tried to kick and strike at me – to the bathroom. It took me only a moment to have the shirt back off of her and the thin shorts she was wearing at her ankles. I held her at arm’s length while I turned on the water, ignoring her attempts to claw at my arm and chest. The moment it ran warm I scooped her up under her arms and stood Becca in the water.

“Bathe.” I handed her the soap, then put it back in her hand when my sister went to throw it at me. “Or do I have to bathe you myself?”

She spit at me. “Get the fuck out of my apartment! You fuck!”

Leaving her to her bath, I made my way out the door, cracked it open, and looked around. I saw the group from earlier standing close to my truck. Kenny however did not seem to be there. Taking my 45 out, I switched off the safety and then put it back. Stepping outside I walked down the trash-covered steps. I was halfway down when I saw one of them dig out a phone. Good.

As I walked up I looked at him. “Did you call Kenny? Good, I don’t have all day.”

Hearing an apartment door open behind me I turned and, walking quickly, met him just a half dozen steps out of his door and a goodly distance from his friends. As I closed that distance, his eyes went wide. My pistol cleared its holster and – using its barrel to push him – I moved him back into his own apartment. I kicked the door shut behind me.

“Kenny, right?”

“Who the fuck do you think you are? I’ll fucking kill your dumb ass. I was a ‘shot caller’ in Chino you dumb fuck! ” He made to swipe at my gun but it wasn’t there anymore. His eyes dropped to the floor as I tossed five one hundred dollar bills at his feet.

My back against the door that was now being pounded on I leveled my gun at him. “There. Paid in full. In an hour a box truck will be pulling up out front. The seven men with it are all Special Forces, the same as me. All will be armed. Including the sniper you won’t see. A few hours from now we will pull out, and Becca will be going with us. This will be the last time you see her. This will be the last time you talk to her. If she calls you, you will hang up and block the number. If at any point I learn that you have not done this I will come back, shoot your knees out and leave you in this shit hole with the room on fire. Do we have an understanding Kenny?”

For a second I saw fear in his eyes, then his anger came back. “That’s my whore, fucker! She’s Mine. And her skank ass is worth a lot more than five damn bills.”

I thumbed back the hammer. “To me she is. To you…” I gave a small shrug. “She’s a death sentence. What is that worth, Kenny?”

He sneered. “You won’t kill me over some whore.”

I smiled. “She’s my sister. Think I won’t kill you over family, Kenny boy?” I gave him a lunatic grin.

Stepping to the side, I turned the handle just as I felt a shoulder hit the door. Two men piled in and fell sprawled on the floor at Kenny’s feet. The third stumbled in but kept his feet till he tripped over the other two and crashed into Kenny taking them both down in a pile by the sofa.

“Remember what I said Kenny boy. Know a bargain when you hear it.”

Closing the door behind me as I stepped out, I walked up the steps to my sister’s apartment making calls as I went. John, of course, gave me shit for making him turn around and come back. I would have to buy him a six-pack to make it up. Not that the cheap shit he drank would cost me much.

Becca threw a coffee pot at me when I stepped back inside her apartment.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

Kenny and his boys did make a reappearance about midway through loading up my sister’s things. For a second they even looked like they might want to cause trouble till I pointed to the middle of his chest. Like a bright red bug, the red dot of a laser scope was center mass over his heart and he went white as a ghost. He barked an order to his buddies and they hot-footed it to a car and then vanished out of the parking lot with a barked tire and a puff of tire smoke behind their shitty white 80’s Caprice.

When they were gone I gave my buddy Mike a wave that he -from the rooftop

across the street- returned.

Working with that long-praised military precision, my buddies and I managed to strip my sister’s apartment bare of everything worth taking, boxing it all up, and loading it all into the big truck within two hours. I handed them each a hundred for their time and waved them on their way as John and I headed back inside.

“You know she will knife you in your sleep, right?” John looked at my sister squirming on her dirty mattress. Zip ties bound her ankles and knees. Her wrists were together as well and then zipped down to the belt around her waist. The gag in her mouth had been necessary. Becca was currently looking daggers at me, chewing at the gag to try and scream profanity at me.

I gave John a grin. “Well it wouldn’t be the first time a woman tried to do that, right? Well, come on, now for the fun part.”

Moving around I caught her up under her armpits and John got her by first her feet then behind her knees. Carrying my sister like a rolled-up carpet -admittedly one that wiggled and tried to kick – we walked her out of the apartment, down the steps, and across to my truck. The back door opened enough for John to get her legs in, then he ran around to the other side and pulled her through as I pushed her wiggling struggling upper body.

Becca was trying to hit me with her head the whole time.

Holding her with a hand on both sides of her head, I leaned over and looked down into her face. “It’s a long ride to my place in South Dakota. Try and get some rest, sis.”

She squirmed and mumbled at me.

“Yeah, I love you too.” Leaning in, I placed a kiss on her forehead. “Rest.”

** ** ** ** ** ** **

The darkness beyond my headlights was absolute. Just the muddy road before me appearing like magic, and the tall prairie grass to either side.

As always when out here, I would have loved to pull over and just stand and stare at the sky overhead. The great river of stars in all its majestic glory.

A flash of gray concrete out the window to my left. My eyes tracked to the numbers on the empty ammo bunker. Next one and I was home. A measly three hundred yards.

The headlights showed my home to me and I slowed, turning into the board driveway of crushed stone before the door. The greenhouse to the left and solar panel field to the right were the only thing to distinguish this place, my home from the dozens of other empty ones that looked just like it that I had already passed. Shutting off the truck, I sat back and breathed a sigh of relief.

Taking the key, I hopped out and opened the back door. My sister lay where we had put her hours earlier, and if anything she looked even more pissed off now than then. I gave her a grin. Catching her under the shoulders, I yanked Becca out of the truck and into my arms. She gave a squirm and I nearly dropped her on her head.

“Stop that.”

She ignored me.

Carrying her wiggling struggling weight wasn’t easy but I managed. Getting the front door unlocked while holding her proved all but impossible, but I managed. I hit the light switch with my elbow and walked her across the main room, down the hallway, and into the spare bedroom. With a bit of sadistic pleasure, I tossed her up a bit before letting her drop onto the mattress.

Walking to the kitchen, I grabbed a set of wire snips from the junk drawer and returned. Catching my sister’s foot I snipped away first the ones around her ankles, then the two around her knees. She immediately tried to kick me. I had of course been expecting that, she was my sister after all.

I pointed the cutters at her. “That is not encouraging me to cut off the ones on your hands. Settle down.”

Clipping first her wrists free from the belt, I then freed her hands. She immediately grabbed at the gag in her mouth and yanked it free.

“You son of a bitch!”

I sat back out of convenient striking range. “That would be Mom, and she doesn’t deserve that. Nor should you speak ill of the dead.”

Becca wiped the spit from her lips onto her sleeves. “Bastard!”

I nodded. “Yeah, Dad probably does deserve that. Long dead or not.”

She spun her legs around and jumped up to stagger because her legs had been tied up for so long. I watched her flee the room and after a second to give her a head start followed. I smiled when I saw her bolt out the front door only to stop about ten feet out. I patted my pocket to double-check where my keys were as I followed after her.

My sister stood looking around in shock.

I stopped and leaned against the door frame. “We left the paved road about forty miles ago. It’s twenty miles from that point to the closest thing you could call a town. Mind you, nothing is open or going to be open there till about eight in the morning. The nearest thing you could call a city is two hours past that point. If you head north you can get to Sturgis and Deadwood … eventually. Mind you, everything that you own in this world is in a box truck headed here.”

Becca spun around looking at me with eyes filled with hate.

“Want to come in for something to eat before you go?” I jerked my thumb back towards my kitchen.

“This is kidnapping, you fucker!” She stomped over to me and began to swing at me. I dodged those blows or blocked them. “I’ll … I’ll get the police to arrest you!”

“Excellent idea. That would be the Rapid City police department. They are bout sixty miles in … that general direction.” I pointed off towards the dark horizon. “Follow the North Star and you should get there in a few days. Want some soup? Maybe a sandwich?” I shrugged. “How about a beer? I’m going to have a beer.”

Turning, I walked back inside and left her there, sure she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

Her only shoes were in the box van.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

It took two beers and the offer of a plate of spaghetti to get Becca to come inside and sit down in my kitchen. She ate like she hadn’t seen food in weeks. Which, to be honest from the look of her and – what my memories of her naked earlier told me – she probably hadn’t.

Her belly full and a hint of a buzz trying to build my sister popped the top on a third beer and looked around at my house.

“What the hell is this place?”

I took a good sip of my own beer. “It my home, but it used to be an Army ammo bunker. The government built about a thousand of them out here on the prairie to store ordnance in. A guy bought the land about a decade ago and is fixing them out as houses.”

“It’s a hole in the ground.” She gave me a snarky look. “You’re too tall to be a hobbit.”

I shrugged. “I took a long look at the way the world is turning and decided that I wanted to be as far away from any big city as I could get. My buddies are either working to fix theirs up like I’ve got mine, or are trying to talk their wives into buying one.”

“It’s a hole. A concrete hole.” She gave her head a shake. “Stupid waste of money.”

I pointed to the front door. “I can close that door and live in here without opening it for six months.” I began to tick things off on my fingers. “I have water, power, and gas. Both solar and a multi-fuel generator, with a battery bank that will last three days between charges. That is a three-ton blast door. It would take military-grade explosives to dig me out. Or some pretty major construction equipment. It is as safe as it is humanly possible to live.”

“It’s a hole.”

Knowing I couldn’t impress her, I just nodded. “With hardwood floors, comfortable beds, and an endless hot water shower. Speaking of which, you still smell like two-day-old road kill. Did you forget the soap? I said to use soap.”

“I took a shower, asshole.” My sister flung one of her empty beer bottles at me. I caught it and sat it down. And the second one as well. She – for a moment – thought about throwing the third, but took a drink instead. “Fucking kidnapping prick!”

Leaning back, I took slow sips of my beer. “As Mom was dying she made me promise to find you and take care of you. That’s what I’m going to do. I made her a promise.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you told that dead bitch. As soon as I get access to my phone and give Kenny a call, I’m out of here.”

“Yeah, good luck with that one.” I smiled a smirky grin. “Oh, I’m sure it’s in one of the boxes headed this way in the truck, but Kenny isn’t going to talk to you anytime soon.”

Becca looks at me, her brows knitting together. “Why not?”

“Cause I told him if he talked to you I would kill him … in a very painful way. He believed me, which is smart.” Picking up one of her empty bottles, I absently hooked a thumbnail behind the foil label and began to peel the bottle. “What was he to you anyway? Boyfriend? Landlord? Seemed more like a pimp from the way he talked.”

She was looking at me too angry for words. With a snarl, she flung the half-empty third bottle at me.

Catching it I placed it next to the other one and my own. “If you don’t stop throwing things, I’m going to -”

“What? What ya gonna do, huh? Gonna spank me again? I love that shit, brother! I love my ass getting spanked.” She stood up trying to loom over me. “Huh, what ya gonna do, big man. Big bad army man? Gonna call Mom and tell him I threw something at you? Oh, too late … too late … the damn.. the damn bitch … died.”

Standing up, I caught Becca’s arm as she went to run and pulled her into a hug. For a moment she pounded her fists against my side and chest, then her hands grabbed hold of my shirt and she clung to me. I felt the shudders begin to shake her as tears started to flow down her face to soak my shirt.

“She fucking … died. She went and fucking died!” Becca began to rock herself against my chest.

I held her all the tighter.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

I’m not sure how long I stood there holding her. I’m sure it wasn’t the hours it felt like. Finally, when the tears ended and the shaking stopped, I looked down into her dark eyes to find an empty shell looking back at me. As if all emotional pain and loss had drained

out of her with those tears. She didn’t speak, didn’t react to any questions I asked, just stood there.

Numb.

I have seen that same look on guys who just had roadside bombs kill all of the people in the Hummer they were driving.

Taking her by the shoulders I moved her out of the kitchen, down the hall, and into the main bathroom. With no protest or reaction from her, I removed her clothes and then my own. Turning on the shower, it took only moments for it to warm.

With my sister as malleable as clay and as controllable as a marionette, I guided her into the shower and used a washcloth to cover her in soapy bubbles. Gently lifting and cleaning under her breasts. I wiped her face clean of tear tracks and then washed her hair. She gave a little response when I did that, but nothing more than a pleasant moan. Turning her, I let the warm jets of the massager hit her back and shoulders while I soaped myself up.

Her eyes were on the middle of my chest the whole time.

Uncaring.

Lost.

I rinsed, and then let her stand there leaning against me just hoping Becca was getting some enjoyment from the warm spray of water. After a good long while, much longer than I normally shower at least. I turned off the water and stepped out into the bathroom. She stood there, unmoving while I dried myself. I wrapped a towel around my hips and then returned to her. She moved when I moved her, stood when I turned her loose. I took a soft towel and with gentle and hesitant care dried my sister’s bruised and thin body. I hid as best I could the instinctive wincing of sympathetic pain whenever I found another half-healed bruise or cigarette burn. There were dozens of small round scars on her inner thighs, old marks telling of years of this abuse.

From the hook on the back of the door, I took down my white terrycloth robe and draped it about her. I wasn’t wise enough in the way of women to turban her hair in a a towel, in the way I have seen so many do. I moved her across the hall to the slightly small of the three bedrooms. Sitting Becca on the bed I returned with a hairbrush and with more care than I would handle a live landmine brushed the tangles out of her brown locks.

She sat on the edge of the bed and just looked off into the distance, uncaring of what I did.

When the last of the snarls was vanquished, and the last tangle had retreated, I placed the brush beside the bed and got to my feet. Her gaze somewhere around my knees Becca didn’t seem to care. Leaning down, I placed a kiss on the crown of her head, lips on damp hair.

“Get some sleep,” I told her softly.

As I went to move away, her hand caught mine. I looked down at her but her eyes were still lowered, still vacant. My sister gently tugged me back into place then slowly, ever so slowly she looked up. Her eyes crossed my belly button, chest, and throat and finally came to rest around my dimpled chin, not meeting my gaze. She turned loose of my fingers.

For a half second, she glanced up, met my eyes … then looked down. With practiced speed, her hand moved to my towel, yanked it free, and leaned forward into me. I was into her mouth and she was tonguing and sucking on me before I was even fully aware of what she was doing.

Shocked beyond belief, I caught at her head, trying to stop her. A rippled of pleasure like nothing I had ever felt before ran the length of me and I all but screamed. Gasping for breath I stepped back. Her nails left four scratches on my hips my sister was trying to hold onto me so tightly. She moved off the bed and knelt on the floor in front of me trying to get me back in her mouth.

“Stop!”

Sitting back on her heels, Becca looked up at me, meeting my eyes now. Her expression was hot and lusty but at the same time as uncaring as it had been.

“Why not?” she asked looking at my face. “I’m good at it. It’s the only thing I’m good for, I might as well do it, right?” My sister gave me a sultry smile, while her eyes were dead. “All the guys say I’m the best they ever had. A true-born cocksucker. Come here, let me give you a good time, brother, and maybe you will let me go back home where I belong and stop fucking with my fucked up life.”

As I took another step back she stopped and rose to her feet with fluid grace.

“Or maybe you are in the mood to stuff a hole?” Becca gave me a hooker’s smirk. “Need a bit of your sister’s dirty snatch to get you through the night? Well, go ahead. Bend me over the bed and pound away. Pick which hole gets you off best, I don’t care. All the same to me.”

Reaching down I grabbed her arm. I was going to tell her off but before I could speak her mouth was on mine in a scorching hot kiss. Her lips were warm, wet, and smelling of my flesh. Her tongue drove its way into my mouth before I could move her away and Becca clung to my head with all of her strength when I tried.

With a surge of strength, I tossed her from me and onto the bed. She landed with a raunchy laugh.

“That’s it, just like that. I love it rough. Come here, my big strong brother.” Becca opened her legs incredibly wide and her hand went between her legs to open up her wet sex. It was red-lipped with desire and open ready to receive me or any man. ” Come get your little sister’s tight little hole.”

I fled the room with her laughter chasing me.

Standing in my room, my forehead to my closed door I heard her laughter soon stop. And then there was a softer sound. A deep throaty moan. It took little imagination to place Becca where I had left her, but with my sister now fingering herself. Her moans became louder and louder till they were true screams of pleasure.

And with myself naked and harder than I had ever been in my life, it took all of my will not to go back and join her in making such sounds.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

Awakening at my normal too-damn-early-to-be-awake time, I sat on the edge of my bed my head in my hands trying to make sense of the mess that had suddenly become my life.

It is amazing how quickly things could go from “same old same old” to “what in the ever-living fuck is going on?”

A month?

A single month ago I had been happy. Working here at my own pace to get this place finished. I had my buddies over for barbecues, and we drank and listened to music, having a great time telling bull shit stories.

A single month?

Then came the phone call that sent me driving like a lunatic across three state lines to sit at the side of my dying mother. To hold her hand as she made me promise to save my sister. To watch after her. Protect her, especially from herself. And I had promised. I would have promised to cut off my hand at that point just to make her last moments happy. To let my mom leave this world with no worries. I had promised the impossible. Knowing it was impossible.

I just hadn’t know how impossible.

My mind wandered back to last night. The way Becca had all but sexually attacked me. Old memories of her as a little girl, such a sweet child … well, as sweet as any pain-in-the-ass younger sister could be. To see her now … as she is now. I know from talking to our Mom over the years when and how my sister had gone off the rails and drifted into a bad crowd.

The lying, the drinking, and the drugs had finally gotten her tossed out of our parent’s house for attacking our mother with a knife while drunk and stoned.

Dad told me that one. Not long before he passed from a heart attack.

Our Mom lost track of Becca after that.

Thank God she died not knowing where her daughter was, and what Becca had become.

I had promised!

“Who the hell did you think you were that you could make promises like that Jordan?” I shook my head. “You damn dumb ass grunt. You aren’t a fucking miracle worker.”

Getting to my feet I went to my bathroom and washed my face. I couldn’t look into the mirror, too ashamed of those fleeting moments of surprise when I had enjoyed what she was doing before I could stop her. I felt sick to my soul in shame for the raging hardon that hadn’t gone away. The memories flashed back… over and over for half the night. A thousand questions for every second that played back inside my brain.

Why didn’t you stop her? Why didn’t you stop her sooner once she … once she … Fuck! How could you have gotten hard? How could you have been turned on by her, she’s your sister you sick fuck?

Stepping out of my room, I looked across the hall dreading what I would see. Becca was curled up in a tight ball around a pillow, covered by a single sheet. The Indian patterned blankets on the bed had been tossed aside. Her foot looking tiny was stuck out from under the sheet. For a second I was about to step inside there and cover it up, but then paused. I could not enter that room.

A single step within that door and I would again feel her lips upon me. The memory of such powerful pleasure would overwhelm me. I knew it. Just knew it would happen.

Leaving her to sleep with her foot cold, I moved past that door to the main bathroom and picked up all of the discarded clothes on the floor. Hers, mine, the towels. I had to walk past her open door once more to get to the laundry room at the back of the house. I set things going there then made my way once more down the hall. Unable to help myself I glanced inside.

She had moved.

Becca had turned over and was now sleeping on her back, her breasts bare to any passing eyes. I gently pulled the door closed and took a moment to curse my brain for trying to keep that image as I made my way to the kitchen. Last nights dinner needed to be cleaned up from before I could fix anything for breakfast. I had that task done and was fixing bacon and eggs to go with the biscuits I was baking when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.

Looking over, I saw my sister standing naked at the door watching me.

After a second I looked away. “Your clothes are in the washer. Give me a moment and I’ll grab you one of my shirts you can wear till they get dry.”

“Why?”

I glanced back at her for a half second. “My buddies should be arriving here today with your things. A few might show up sooner than the box truck.”

“I still don’t see why that means I need clothes?” She gave an evil chuckle. “Unless they are gay and are disgusted by the sight of a naked woman, they will not mind me being undressed.”

“I mind you being undressed.”

Becca giggled. “Oh, … so you’re the gay one. You should have told me last night. Well, once my things get here I’ve got a nice strapon that I can give you a good pegging with.”

“Breakfast will be ready soon.” Ignoring her seemed like the safest response. “Let me get you that shirt.”

Turning off the stove, I went to move past her but Becca stopped me in mid-stride, her hand on my chest. I had to use a great deal of self-restraint to keep my eyes on hers. Her eyes looked me over then she smirked and her hand began to move lower and lower down my chest. I caught her hand as she went past my belly button.

“Well, I know at least one part of you that isn’t gay. You got hard so very quickly.” My sister took a step closer to me. “Maybe I could screw you straight.”

“Why are you acting this way?” I asked.

“Well, you came and took me away from Kenny, threatened him, you must want me for yourself.” Becca took a second step closer, her off-hand cupping her breast. ” Did you enjoy giving me a shower? Want a taste? I’ve been told my nipples are sweet. If you bite them … I squeal.”

“Mom and Dad would be ashamed to see you acting like this.”

She gave a peel of laughter. “I didn’t care what they thought of me when they were alive, you think I give a fuck now?”

“No.” I looked from the top of her head down to her bare feet and then back up to her eyes. “And ‘that’ is why I’m ashamed of you now.”

Her laughing eyes went stony then went down to my crotch. “Oh, look who is happy to see me again.”. “Anyone ever told you not to judge others till you have judged yourself first, brother dearest?”

“A great many people,” I answered.

She smirked “Bet none of them have a whore for a sister.”

“I wouldn’t know. I’ll get you a shirt. Enjoy your breakfast.”

I left her standing naked in my kitchen laughing at me.

** ** ** ** ** **

Standing outside by my truck drinking a bottled soda… avoiding continuing a long uncomfortable argument, I looked up when I heard the distant sound of a vehicle coming down the road. As flat as this area is I saw it when it was probably a good mile away. A small dusty cloud announcing it.

Sticking my head inside, I called out to Becca. “Your things have arrived.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll put on clothes. Ya prick!”

A promise from me not to smash her phone – when she found it – had at last convinced my sister that she had to have clothes on when my buddies got here. Becca had spent most of the morning wearing a button-up shirt of mine, with nothing under it and it not buttoned just to piss me off.

Walking back over to my truck, I opened the back and hopped up to sit on the tailgate to wait. Seeing movement I looked over and watched a jackrabbit poke up his long-eared head and look towards the approaching truck. With a twitch of his whiskers, he bolted across the road and vanished off into the high grass.

“Run, Bugs, run!” I yelled after him.

“Who are you yelling at?”

Looking behind me, I saw that my sister had back on her pants, and had tied the shirt under her breasts. She had at least done that much.

“A rabbit,” I said.

She went to hop up and join me on the tailgate, but it took her two attempts to get up there. “Old girlfriend?”

“Yeah. She left me for a bigger carrot.”

My sister snorted. “Idiot. Big or small it’s all the same. Two wanks and a spank and it’s slinging yogurt.”

Given that I had been taking a sip of my soda when Becca said that it was a miracle I didn’t spray it out my nose. I gave her a look and she smirked.

“Did I about make you spew?” My sister licked her lips. “If you had given me a few more minutes to work last night I bet I would have then too.”

As the big box truck pulled up I mumbled “Shut up.”

Hopping down I waited a second for my buddies Jack, Will, and David to climb out. Looking past the side of the truck, I saw a small van had been riding in the larger vehicle’s shadow. John pulled up and Rob Zombie thundered out of his speakers.

My sister chuckled. “I like that one. He’s fun.”

“No, he’s bat shit.” I set my drink down next to her and Becca immediately stole it and took a sip. “John is bat shit and has been bat shit for years.”

“Like I said fun.” She hopped down, her breasts about to bounce out of the tied shirt. “And I remember him helping to tie me up, so bonus points for bondage.”

Leaving her to her lewd insanity, I moved over and shook hands with my friends.

John looked past me at my sister. “Damn it, she didn’t kill you yet?”

I paused and shook my head “Nope still above the grass.”

John reached behind him and pulled out his wallet. He handed a dollar bill to David. At my look, David grinned and stuck it in his pocket. “Easy money?”

David nodded, then looked past me at Becca as she walked up. He grinned at her and asked, “Any chance you will be killing him today?”

“Always a possibility,” she said with a nod.

David and Will exchanged a look then both grinned at Jack.

I gave my head a shake. “Put me down for ten that I make it till Sunday night.”

All four of them gave me a thumbs up at that bet.

“Let’s get this unloaded.” John rubbed his hands together, then looked at me. “Steaks and beer tonight, right?”

I nodded. “Already in the marinade. And the beer is on ice.”

A cheer went up from all of them. “Hooah!”

With a grin at these fools, I followed them around to the back of the truck and accepted the first box as it was handed out.

My sister watched us go hustling by with a strange look on her face.

** ** ** ** ** **

Will gave an almighty belch, took another sip, and continued his story. “So there we are … in Port-au-Prince, or what’s left of it, and we’re clearing earthquake debris- ”

Walking up with a plate of steak and fries for Becca, I just shook my head. “Oh, god not this story. Guys!? Seriously?”

“Hush!” Becca took her food. “Go on, Will, I know I’m going to love this already just from that reaction.”

Will gave me a grin and I threw up my hands.

“Anyway …” Will began cutting up his steak. “Your brother and the rest of us had spent two weeks there by this point. Moving broken building materials, pulling out dead bodies, searching for those still trapped. The newly arrived guys had gotten a camp set up and we finally rotated back to it to get some rest while they moved up and took over from us. Next to where we were … oh, maybe two hundred feet away, was the UN camp for Haitian survivors. It’s getting on towards dark and we noticed that we could find Jordan anywhere.” The others laughed but Will shut them up with a wave. “So we grab our gear and go try and find him. He was always the last to leave any recovery area. So we checked there first. Anyway, there we are … worried this lunker is hurt or worse so we fan out trying to find him.”

John started chuckling and couldn’t stop.

Will grinned at me. “Suddenly we hear a woman’s voice in nonstop French. Now, my knowledge of French is limited to fries and toast, but to me, she sounded upset.”

John’s folding chair fell over on its side and he continued to laugh. I kicked a rock at him.

David cupped his hands over his mouth and pitched his voice high. “Non sodomie, non sodomie,”

Him I threw a french fry at.

“So…” Will was now wearing a shit-eating grin. “Hearing this, we walk up to this half-destroyed building and, lo and behold, what do we see? Your brother, his BDU pants around his ankles, behind this drop-dead gorgeous French UN observer, with her bent over a kitchen table.”

“Non sodomie, non sodomie,” All of them were now chanting it while I sucked steak off my tooth.

Becca looked at me and grinned. “Non sodomie?”

I chewed a mouthful of beer before answering. “No sodomy. No anal.”

“He was balls deep in her ass!” John, still lying on the ground pointed at me. “Middle of a disaster area, two hundred thousand dead Haitians, and this lucky bastard finds the hottest woman on the whole damn island! Horny as fuck, doesn’t speak a word of English, she had dragged him into that building, tore his uniform half off, and then bent over the table. And he, in his hurry to get inside her, missed the fucking hole!”

I held up a hand “In my defense she would not let me stop or change once I got into her. She kept begging me to not do it, while not letting me do anything else.”

Becca looked at me and shook her head. “So what was her name?”

The rest began to laugh even harder.

I shrugged. “I never learned it. These assholes made a noise, she freaked, torn out of there like her commanding officer was behind us and I never saw her again. Not in the whole three months we were there.”

John had gotten his chair back upright and sat down in a flop. “And believe me, he was looking. He must have talked to every UN unit on the whole island trying to find out who she was.”

Looking over at the grill, I glanced at my watch. The next round of steaks was ready to flip. I got to my feet. “Hey John, why don’t you tell Becca about that lovely lady you met on R&R in Thailand? What was his name again?”

Leaving them laughing, I moved back to take care of the food.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

At some point past midnight, my buddies finally began to play out. They piled into the truck and John’s van to head over to Will’s bunker. He had set his up for lots of people, way more so than mine anyway. It was only a little more than walking distance away but they were too drunk to walk… so they drove.

I had only a passing acquaintance with sobriety at that moment myself.

As I stepped back inside and closed the door, I turned to find my sister had once more decided to forgo clothes. Becca was standing naked in the kitchen. She watched me cross the living room, then gave me a smirk. She took four steps forward and leaned over the kitchen table, her ass displayed before me.

“Want to do me like your French girl, brother?” My sister looked at me over her shoulder and grinned. “I promise I won’t beg you to stop.”

It took everything I had to keep my eyes on her eyes and not let my gaze go to the shadowy valley between her ass cheeks. Then she widened her stance and I could see the puffy curve of her outer lips, and the opening into her wet sex part before my eyes. Her wicked chuckle made me realize that I had looked, and was staring at her, despite myself.

When I looked back up she smirked, reached behind her, and spread herself wider. “Come on, take me. You can be disappointed in me tomorrow.”

I hated that I had to adjust myself, but I couldn’t help it.

My sister began a slow side-to-side wiggle.

Taking a deep breath, I walked past her to the fridge and took out a cold bottle of beer. Popping the top with the opener above the trash, I leaned against the counter and looked at her. I had to take a sip to calm myself before I spoke.

“You done?” I asked as cold as I could manage. “Why don’t you start unpacking your shit?”

She blinked then stood up and placed both hands on her hips. “Really? Seriously? You can look at a naked woman offering you anything you want sexually and just give it a pass? Wow. You have got to be gay. I mean that is some serious ‘don’t ask don’t tell’ level shit.”

I took another sip and shook my head. “Not a woman. My sister. Any other woman who did that would be feeling me balls deep in her about now.”

Walking around the table, a slow slinky moment that was pure sex, Becca stopped at less than a foot from me. Her hand went to my chest and she looked up into my eyes. “Well, I’m a woman. Forget that I’m your sister.” Her hand dropped to my crotch and grabbed the bulge there. “This has.”

“That doesn’t rule me.” I caught her hands and held them off of me. “Unpack your stuff. I’ll help. We’ll find a place for it all.”

She tugged at my hands. “Turn me loose.”

I let her go and picked back up my beer. My sister looked at me in disgust for a moment. With a shake of her head, she moved over to where the boxes were stacked. I’ll admit that my eyes were on her ass the whole time. I’m not made of stone and even as skinny as she had become Becca was still beautiful.

As I watched my sister pulled off the tape and threw open the largest box. I knew from packing that anything in a box that size was going to be either her clothes, bedding, or towels. For one second she stood there bent over the open box, then her hand went to her mouth and she ran past me down the hall and into the bathroom. The sounds of her vomiting drew me towards her, but I already knew the reason.

Just opening that one box was already flooding the living room with the rank smell of her apartment.

** ** ** ** ** **

Sitting on the side of my tub while my naked sister vomited was novel, to say the least. But, given my week so far, not all that much. After a few minutes of feeling helpless, I got her a wet washcloth just for something to do.

“What did your animal friends do, piss on all my stuff?” She snarled at me, her head in the bowl. “Bastards!”

“No.” I set the washcloth beside her and then sat back down. “Becca … that’s what your place smelled like.”

Turning on her knees, she sat down on the floor and leaned back against the sink base. “Piss? Piss and old sweat, and sex, and weed?”

I reluctantly nodded. “Among others, yes.”

She stared at me for a moment then began to cry.

Moving over, I sat down next to her and pulled her close to me while she cried. Just holding her against my chest.

“No wonder you won’t touch me. I’m filthy. I’m just a dirty filthy whore. Take me back home. Take me back home where I won’t know that I stink that bad. Just leave me there. To die.”

“Shush. It’s okay.” I pulled her tighter to me as my sister tried to pull away. “You’re past that. You’re home now, and never going back to that filthy place. I’ve got you.”

“Why? Just let me go. Let me go back and I’ll just vanish….”

I hugged her all the tighter. “Hush. You’re my sister. You’re family and I love you.”

Holding her there in the bathroom, I did my best to keep the fact she was naked in my arms out of my mind. After a bit, I noticed that she had fallen asleep against me. Easing my way to my feet, I picked her up and carried her to her bed. No matter what I was telling them, my eyes stayed locked on her dark nipples till I covered her with the sheet and walked out of the room.

Stepping into the living room, I wrinkled my nose at the stench.

With a sigh, I began moving the boxes with clothes or cloth to the laundry room. As tired as I was I knew that nothing but an endless round of loads of laundry would get the smell of that squalid dump of an apartment out of my house.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

The dawn found me in the kitchen. My sister’s pots and pans were in the dishwasher or soaking in the sink. Her dishes were drying on a towel, cleaned till they squeaked when touched.

I had checked on my sister a few times. She showed no signs of waking up anytime soon. And I knew, from many years, that my buddies were either passed out or too hungover to want to be around anyone. Here out on the prairie I often felt as isolated from the rest of humanity as humanly possible. A state that I had been chasing when I had found and bought this place. Today it felt even more so.

Least way till I heard a scream from the back of the house.

Rushing down the hall the scream repeated and then became a wailing cry of terror that tore at me. I turned the corner and went through the open door to find my sister flailing on the bed, clawing at herself. She was already covered in scratches from her nails.

“Becca!”

“Get them off of me! Get them off of me!” She screamed and tried to claw at her face. “They’re in my hair, they’re in my hair. Get them off of me!”

I grabbed my sister’s hands as she began to try and pull her hair out in chunks.

With my sister fighting me the whole time, I looked her over but could see nothing. For one second her hand slipped mine and she tore at her arm, brushing and clawing at the bare skin.

“Get them off of me!”

I gave her a shake. “Becca! Becca! There is nothing on you.”

“Spiders! They’re in my hair! Get them off of me! Oh, god get them off of me!” Becca began to sob and cry. “Please! Please Jordan, get them off of me!”

Pulling her to me, I pinned her hands to my chest. “There is nothing on you, Becca. Nothing! I swear. I swear.”

She rocked in my arms and cried, shivering and shaking like she was freezing. The whole time begging me to get the spiders off of her.

Maybe an hour or so later she cried herself back asleep in my arms.

Leaving Becca to try and sleep, I found myself feeling the many hours beginning to pull me down. I could smell the putrid odor from cleaning her things on my skin. Tossing my clothes into the laundry room, I stood for far too long under my shower letting the scalding hot water soothe tired muscles and bake away the strains of the last few days.

Visions of Becca’s naked body came and went behind my eyes as I stood there. My cock half hardened and I sighed in exhausted exasperation at my body not doing what I wanted it to do. Turning off the shower, I grabbed a towel and chased off most of the water. Normally I would have just walked naked to my room, but given the actions of my sister, I took the time to wrap my hips.

The house felt almost cold after the humid sauna heat of the bathroom.

I paused to look in on Becca. She had once again tossed off the sheet and was lying naked before my eyes. I had to make myself stop thinking evil thoughts even as I hardened to make them possible. But I think it was the fact she wouldn’t have even cared if I had given in to those thoughts that chased me from her door.

Sleep pulled me under even as I lay down. My last thought was a memory of her bent over the kitchen table last night.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

I woke slowly, turning into the warmth next to me pulling the soft woman at my side deeper into my arms. She moaned an appreciative sound and hugged me tighter as well.

My eyes opened to the vision of soft brown hair and then my sister’s face. I went to move but she made a negative sound and clutched tighter to me.

“Becca?”

She murmured. “No. Hush. I’m sleeping.”

“Becca?”

My sister grumbled and tossed a leg over mine pinning me even more in place. “I’m cold as hell in this stupid hole. You’re warm. I’m sleepy. Shut up.”

With a sigh, I let her lay there hugged to my side.

While she was out like a light, sleep was now impossible for me. Not simply the fact that I had my naked sister curled around me like moss on tree bark, but that there was a woman there at all. A few dates in high school that went nowhere, then joining the military and all that ruck. It had been only after my second year that I got stationed anywhere that I could even try and make some sort of physical arrangement with a woman that didn’t involve a cash payment.

And most of those ladies had been more of a “friends with benefits” type thing. After the fun and a quick shower, they would be off back home and I would end up sleeping in sex-smelling sheets. Or the reverse and it would be me

leaving in the middle of the night to get back on base.

And the years since leaving the military had been mostly spent finding this place and converting it. I had to stretch my brain to think of the last time a woman “slept” next to me. And to be honest that pretty lady had mostly passed out from exhaustion and, after a few hours, vanished without even a goodbye kiss.

A warm breast with a hard nipple pressed into my side, a soft hip under my hand, and the smell of her skin so close to my nose began to have the normal effect that wonderful collections of arousal inducers should have on me. After a couple of tries, I gave up trying to get myself turned away from her so I wasn’t pressed into her side.

Becca began to make a low chuckle.

“Having problems down there, huh?” She gave a warm wiggle against me, rubbing herself along my thigh. “Big bad prudish brother getting a little turned on by his slut of a sister?”

“Would you please stop? Just stop.” I tried to get away from her and get up but she clung to me.

“Stay.” She caught her fingers in the hair behind my head and tried to pull me down to her lips. “Please?”

I was getting mad as hell. “Stop. I mean it, Becca just fucking stop. No more trash-talking, no more trying to tease me, just fucking stop.”

Before I could stop her her hand was around my cock in a death grip.

“I don’t tease men. Not in bed.” She tossed back the sheet and was astride me before I could even move. Mind you I was pretty much too shocked to move anyway. “I fuck them. I fuck them till we both can’t walk. Then I suck them hard and do it all over again.”

“I said stop.” My hand went between us to grab her wrist as she tried to move me into her.

My sister leaned down to look into my face. “I want to fuck. I’m horny and bored. When I’m bored I drink, I do some good shit to get high, or I fuck. Do you have any good shit, brother? How about whiskey? Gin? Your beer is just for taking the edge off.”

“You. Are. My. Sister!”

She grinned at me as she leaned back and began to roll her hips side to side across my naked hips. I had my hand atop my cock to keep it from going into her. Against the back of my hand, I felt Becca’s wet labia part and the hard nub of her clip rub against my knuckles. She gave a small moan. “Yes, and you could be pubes deep in me, and not a soul on this Earth would care.”

Moving my hands quickly, I caught her hips and lifted her off of me. “Becca, I want you to stop this shit. Now!”

Held there just inches from above me, she cupped one of her breasts and pinched. Her other hand was between my pecks massaging her fingers through the hairs on my chest. Becca leaned forward. “I’m bored. Make me cum and I’ll stop. Want to hear me when I cum, brother? I sound like a real cum slut when I get my big ‘O’ on.”

Sick, tired, frustrated, too horny for my own sanity, and about fed the hell up with this crap, I turned my hips and rolled us over slamming her down into the mattress.

“YES!”

Her scream of joy echoes off the cement wall of the bunker. Her legs wrapped up around my hips and tried to pull me down to her.

She tried to pull herself up to kiss me. “Do me! Make me cum! Come on, make me scream, Jordan. Stuff me full like the whore I am. You can do me as rough as you like. I love it!”

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up!” With each word, I slammed her back onto the bed. “Shut up! Enough is enough!”

She giggled and then clawed at me. “Then make me cum, you limp dick bastard. Do me and get it over with already. You know you want to. You’ve been wanting to since you dragged me out here to the middle of nowhere. Why else would you have taken me from my pimp?”

“Because you are my sister! You dumb shit!”

With a thrust of my arms, I was off of the top of her and backwards sliding down her body towards the foot of the bed, When my nose passed her belly button I felt her shift. That was the only warning I got before the weight of her calf muscle hit the back of my head and drove my face into her crotch.

“Here, Jordan, get you a good mouthful. Fair is fair, I’ve had your junk in my mouth.” She cackled a laugh and tried to hold my head in place with both her legs and her hands in my hair.

Warm skin smothered my mouth and nose.

The hot scent of her flooded my senses. A smear of wetness brushed my mouth and then I felt the nub of her clit on my nose, She gave a moan as she tried to grind my nose against that pinkie-size cone of nerves. I tried to wrestle my way out of this headlock -doing my best not to hurt her, she was my sister after all — about all I managed was to find myself positioned so that my mouth was driven into her wet opening. That left me with a waterboarding feeling of being unable to get a breath. Turning my head I gasped for air, but she wrenched my head back around by my hair.

Becca moved her leg till her ankle was at the back of my neck, then her other leg locked that hold in. “No running away. It’s breakfast time at the snatch bar and grill and I know everybody is very fucking hungry. Come on, brother! I’m … all … you can eat!”

For a second my sister Becca came terribly close to begin hurt. Training instilled into my muscles and bones in how to do bad things to bad people began to try and surge to the forefront and command my brain as I felt more and more smothered. Then her clit hit my nose and rode down it and between my lips, and the idea of giving her a hard bite on that nerve bundle popped into my head. I even opened my mouth to do just that.

The taste of her flooded my mouth and without a second’s hesitation I sucked in her clit, the hood behind it, and a good bit of labia.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” My sister’s scream was muffled by her thighs but it must have been incredibly loud for me to have even heard that much.

I’ll be the first to admit that, yes, I’m a big fan of a nice ass, but I’m also a true

connoisseur of the varying taste of women. Some are sweet, some are dark and smokey. I’ve discovered a huge variety from acidic and unpleasantly tart – but at the same time sweet like sour candy — to a woman who I swear tasted buttery shrimp Scampi. Each is a pleasant discovery and one I relish. I also love the power to make a woman moan in so many different ways.

My sister?

Becca had a dark smokey taste. Like an Islay single malt scotch sipped in a cigar bar … with too many vanilla candles burning to hide the smokey scent. When my sister moved a little, and I got a good lungful of air, I lowered my head and drove my tongue up inside of her. Trying to see just how deep I could reach. Within her was a thicker taste. Vanilla malt mixed with burning sandalwood incense and a warm bitter hint like peppery dark chocolate that road my tongue and overpowered my ability to taste other flavors for a bit.

Her legs opened and I moved back to sucking on her clit. It was, to be honest, the largest I had ever encountered on a woman. Standing true and proud from within the top of her labia. Her fingers were there as well spreading herself wide to give me better access. I brushed them a lick now and then as well.

“Oh, god yes, Jordan. Oh, please don’t you stop.” Becca begged me as I moved from that prominent clit back to the wet entrance to her sex. She would hump her hips towards my tongue when I pushed it inside her, making me wish that I had more inches of it to give to her.

I could have pulled away now. My sister was no longer holding my head in place. However, after all of her teasing – and my lack of female company in the last few months – there was nothing that could have made me move from this delightful spot. Yet even as I was licking her like Winnie-the-pooh licking the inside of a honey jar, the fact that this was Becca…

Oh, holy shit I’m eating out my sister!

And dear fucking god she is delicious.

Listening to her moaning, I had to smile. Clearly, the fact that the nearest neighbor was better than a mile distant had occurred to her, and Becca was allowing herself to give full voice to what I was doing to her. Moans of pleasure, sensual cries, screams when I took in her clit and sucked on it. All of it at near full volume.

And a level of perverse vulgarity spilled from her mouth between moans which I — an Army Ranger for God’s sake – had never even encountered before. In a woman or otherwise.

“Oh, oh god. Right there. Tongue me right there.” She gave my head a squeeze between her wet thighs, clawing at my head. “Curl it up in me! Oh, Jordan….” She let loose with a throat scream. “Make your sister cum all over your fucking face you nasty sister cunt licker. I’ll floss your teeth with my cum curtains, you sick fuck! Do it. Oh, yes!”

Becca trembled, and then her leg warm and sweaty draped across my back, a not-too-subtle hint to lick lower. I left her clit as she twitched and drove my tongue back inside, gathered moisture, and began a slow circular lick of the opening itself.

My sister squirmed her butt on the bed and rolled her legs back out of the way opening herself fully. Her fingers caught at my head and pulled me up by my head looking into my face. “Will you lick me lower?” She ran a tongue across her lips. “Are you that sick, you sick fuck? Huh? Show me. Show me how much of a pervert you are. Lick a whore’s asshole. I dare ya.”

That caught me for a loop. While true enough I have placed a lot of kisses and bite marks on the ass cheeks of various women, I’ve never kissed my way down into that forbidden valley before. Admittedly my tongue was less than an inch from there, if the military had taught me nothing it was the fact that an inch can be a mile.

Panting, I met her gaze.

She gave me a naughty grin. “Do it. Do it and I’ll make your sickest fantasy your every night thing. Lick my ass, lick that nasty hole, and let me cum all over your face and I’ll do anything you could ever think of.”

I grinned back at her. “You talk too much. Shut up and orgasm already.”

Lowering my head, I licked my way back across Becca’s hard clit, wet labia, into her, cupping her thick juices with my tongue, and lifting them out with me. I kibbled at her inner thigh as I cupped her ass and lifted her an inch high off the bed. Without time to give it a thought I bathed the inch between her vagina and butt hole, then circled that wrinkled rose. She gave a delightful squeal then a moan that shook the bed. With abandonment, I returned to licking her ass over and over. Pushing against the warm curl making it wet and feeling it open. She was soaking wet down her from her pussy gushing, and I licked and lapped at her trying to taste everywhere at once.

This bunker has three-foot-thick concrete walls and nine feet of compacted dirt beyond that. No windows and a three-ton door. That my sister’s cry of orgasmic bliss wasn’t heard a mile away is a damn miracle. That I can still hear is only due to her thighs clamping down on my head the second I returned to suck her clit.

I snaked my arm up between my face and her thigh and managed to pry her legs back open before my sister managed to snap my neck. Honestly, I was beginning to worry about that happening as she thrashed out what must have been one incredible orgasm. After a moment of twitchy spasms, she then laid back on the pillows and went limp.

Panting for breath, I moved up the bed and laid down beside her.

After a few minutes, she let her head flop over to look at me and grinned a shit-eating grin. “Waiter, check please.”

Reaching behind me I grabbed up a pillow, whacked her in the face with it, swung my legs off the bed, and went to make breakfast. In the hall, I stopped. The smell of her was all over me.

Okay, I went to get a shower then I was going to go make breakfast.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

Standing in the shower steamy water pounding on my neck I let round after round of recrimination flow past my thoughts.

“Stupid fucker. You stupid stupid fucker.” I muttered to myself.

Cursing the dark inner desires that had left me feeling broken and hollow now, I wasn’t aware of Becca entering the bathroom till the shower door slipped open and she stepped inside with me. She yelped at the heat of the water.

Unable to look at her, I leaned my head against the tile wall and let the water wash the evidence of tears away. I flinched when her hands brushed me to get the soap. Even more so when she went to work on my back.

“So, my brother loves to eat pussy huh? Me too, nothing better am I right?” Her soapy hand came around me and gripped my cock. “Except maybe this. I love me some warm salty man meat in the morning.”

Turning in the scalding spray, I looked down at her smirking face. “I’m sorry.”

Becca gave me a puzzled look. “For what? That was one hell of an orgasm. Hell, I wish I had let you eat me out a decade ago.” She stroked my cock but I ignored her touch. “Maybe then I would have tasted better. When I was … unused. A virgin.” My sister smiled at me and then licked her lips.

A single tear ran down my cheek. “I’m sorry. I failed you. I failed you and Mom both.” Shaking my head, I wiped the tear angrily away. “I promised her. I fucking promised and then I do this shit. I’m sorry, sis.” Pushing past her, I almost broke the glass door getting it to open. I grabbed a towel and fled the bathroom, calling back over my shoulder as I walked. “You tell me where you want to go, anywhere even back to where you were living — the same city at least – and I’ll take you back there. I have some money, I’ll help you get set back up … in a better way.”

I paused in the hall and my fist balled up in my inner rage I needed to hurt. I needed to hurt as badly physically as I was feeling inside. With a scream, I punched the wall beside me.

“Jordan?” Stepping out of the bathroom into the hallway wet and naked Becca saw me standing there with my hand covered in blood. I lifted it to punch the broken hole I had made a second time but she rushed forward. “Jordan, stop!”

Shaking at my selfish stupidity I tried to pull my hand away from her but she hung on to me with all of her strength.

She tried to yank me around to face her. “Damn it, stop! What the fuck?”

I turned my head away from her, unable to look at her. Even now – as disgusted in myself as I was – the sight of her naked was beginning to affect me. “I’m sorry for being the sick fucker I am Becca. I couldn’t help it. Forgive-”

My sister wrenched my arm to the side and then slapped me across the face.

“Forgive you? I fucking loved it, you asshole.” With a surge, she pushed me back into the wall behind me and then she kissed me. Her teeth latched onto my bottom lip and she pulled it out as she moved back till it slipped free. “I fucking loved it. I’ve not had a guy eat me like that in years. Most just want to find a hole and stuff it like a postman with junk mail.” I went to speak but my sister raised her hand like she was going to slap me again. “You. Will. Shut up!”

With her finger in my face, I could hardly do otherwise.

“I like sex. Okay? I like to fuck.” She ran her hand down my chest. “I like men. I like what men do to me. They make me feel naughty, and feeling like a slutty girl is awesome … when I want to feel like that.” She looked down at her wet breasts. “It’s when I don’t feel like it, but I’m too broke or too strung out on whatever to say no and they do it that I don’t like it anymore.”

My brow had lowered as I tried to understand what she was telling me. She looked up and saw this, then sighed.

“I’ve been thinking about this since I got here. You will never be the guy to make me do the slutty stuff unless I wanted to. Can you understand that? Yeah, you’re my brother. And yeah maybe I’m a bit sick and twisted for wanting you that way, so sure I can understand how you might be disgusted by me, but damn it Jordan. You’re safe!” Becca looked at my face pleading for me to understand her. “Do you know how long it’s been since I felt safe?”

I stood there doing my best to understand.

“I’m fucked up, Jordan.” She hung her head and looked at the floor. “I can hardly keep my thoughts together at the moment. Half the time I’m wanting to look over my shoulder and see who is watching me. I can feel eyes on me all the time, but no one is here!” She gave a nod. “I know, I know it’s the drugs. Withdrawals. I’ve had them before, but I’ve never gone this long without something for years. Hell, half the time I’m feeling like I’ve got bugs crawling on me.”

When she hugged herself I reached for her and pulled her into my arms. She snuggled into my chest. Becca looked up at me a pleading look in her eyes.

“I’ve got only a couple of choices. I can find me some drugs to do. I can go mad. Or I can do something to distract me.” She laid her head on my chest. “It’s so quiet here. So empty. Going mad seems easiest.”

I had to answer that. “I can play music. I can have the TV on all the time. I can invite the guys over more often. There are other people living out here. We can go visit. Admittedly, a lot of them are loners who aren’t looking for company. But this is a community. We do stick together and help each other out.” I hugged her tighter. “We can make this work, sis. I want you to be here with me. Safe.”

Becca wiggled and I turned her loose.

Her pretty dark eyes looked up into mine. “I want to be sexually taken care of too. And don’t suggest one of your friends to me. They are great guys I’m sure but I would not feel safe with them the way I would feel with you.” Her fingers came up to my lips and still, my words before they were spoken. “I want you. You. It was you that came and took me from Kenny. He’s dangerous and you made him cow down! That’s something I can latch myself to and hold on tight. I need that strength in a man. But I also need to not be used. Strong men will use a woman like me and then toss her aside. I know that you would never do that to me.”

I shook my head. “I already feel like I’ve used you!”

She laughed in my face, grinning like a cat chewing canary feathers. “Oh, I promise you, brother, you did not. Hell, I’ll let you do that to me every morning for the rest of my life if you want to.” Her hand moved back to my cock and wrapped it in her tight fingers. “And there are so many other things I want to do with this nice cock.”

“Becca!”

She gave me a hard squeeze, her other hand pointing at my chest. “Don’t Becca me! You started this shit show when you came and dragged me out of my apartment. I’m a crazy bitch of a woman who is always too fucking horny for her own fucking good.” Her hand around me was doing small pulses of grip and loosen. “Do not cross me. I want this cock. I want it in me. I want it in me making me moan, squeal, scream, and beg. I don’t care that you are my brother. Seriously. Don’t care.”

I went to speak but she shook her head.

“Nope. No arguing with the crazy lady. Get me some drugs, or give me this dick.” She grinned and looked down at my cock. “It’s a nice dick. I’m sure it will fill me up nicely.” Becca gave her teeth a lick with the tip of her pink tongue. “Once it gets nice and wet.”

Past the point of trying to make this madness not happen, I watched breathlessly as my sister lowered herself to her knees in front of me. That Becca was looking at my cock just inches in front of her face was surreal. But then everything that had happened today was surreal.

She looked up at my face. “Tell me to suck it.”

I gave my head a small shake.

Leaning forward, she placed a kiss on the head. “I want you to. You made me feel so wonderful earlier with your mouth. Now I want to do the same for you. But I want you to tell me to do it.” Her mouth opened and I watched with a wince as her teeth gave the head of me a caress. “Do it. I warn you, brother. I bite when I’m denied what I want. And I want this cock in my mouth.”

Becca’s hand curled around me like that felt so good. The warmth of her breath on

me. Damn it, but it felt so good when she placed another small kiss on the head. Looking into that pretty face, I saw that she meant it. She wanted to do that. How could I say no? Even knowing I would hate myself afterward, how could I say no?

I gave a reluctant nod.

“Say it,” she whispered.

I took a breath. “Suck me.”

With a gleeful sound of pleasure, my sister opened her mouth and swallowed the head of me like I was made of candy. Leaning back hard against the wall for support, I watched, unable to believe my eyes, my sister – my dear sweet bat shit crazy sister – giving me a blowjob. And oh dear fuck did she know what she was doing!

Feeling the warm wet heat of her mouth envelope me, I could do little more than moan. Becca nursed on the spongy head for a moment then took me deep and almost looked like she was chewing her way back up the shaft. The feeling of that was all but indescribable. Her eyes came up and met mine. I saw her smile around my cock, a mischievous grin. Popping me out, she gave the underside of the head a lick. Then a second.

“The precum is the best part. It’s like naughty whipped cream.” Pursing her lips, she looked down the hall. “Let’s take this to the living room so you can sit down and I can put a pillow under my knees. This floor is ridiculously hard.”

“It’s … polished … concrete,” I mumbled, then let her guide me to the living room and sit me down on my sofa. Becca tossed a pillow to the floor at my feet and dropped down with a bounce of her tits. Leaning forward, she smashed them together along either side of my cock and for a moment used her warm breasts to drive me crazy.

Rubbing her breasts up and down my cock she looked up at me her eyes full of lust. “I am going to do so many fun things with you, my beloved brother. But … and I mean this! … if there is anything you enjoy, or have ever thought about doing – but were too scared to ask a woman to do for you – you tell me. I promise I will do it. I will do it for as long and as many times as you like.”

Reaching down, I placed my hand on her head and directed her back down towards my cock. She grinned and released me from the embrace of her breasts. My left hand caught my dick just as her mouth was about to envelope it again and I pulled it out of the way. She gave me a puzzled look but then grinned a Cheshire cat grin as I moved her mouth closer to my balls.

“Oh, ab-so- fucking-lutely.” She nodded under my fingers. With an eagerness I had never before encountered in a woman she buried her face into my sack and sucked one of my balls into her mouth.

Her tongue was a delightful torture as she lashed it all over the wrinkled skin. She sucked me almost painfully, then her teeth nibbled and nipped. Becca moved her head and then licked the sides of my sack, kissing, pulling skin with her teeth, and lashing it with her tongue. Her hand moved to encircle the base of me and she pushed upwards till she held both of my balls in a tight bundle. With an evil grin, she opened wide and took them both into her mouth.

“Oh, dear god yes.”

Leaning back, unable to process anything beyond the pleasure I was receiving, I gasped when my sister turned me loose and I felt myself spread within her mouth. Her tongue went to work on me with what I knew had to be skills learned from eating pussy. She moved her tongue, doing to the skin of my sack some of the very things that I had done to her earlier. When I looked down at her she smirked, then I felt her teeth clamp down. I moaned and winced when my sister leaned backward pulling me out till my balls were both tight against the back of her teeth. Then her cheeks dipped in as a truly painful suction began. I gasped as first one testicle and then the second popped free of her lips.

She grinned at the look on my face. “Oh, you are going to be fun. But let’s get some cream flowing, shall we? I want some breakfast.”

Unable to speak I could only nod as she took my cock back into her mouth.

It honestly felt like my cock was within liquid fire. Her mouth took me all the way to the base, and then she buried her nose into my pubes trying to get it even deeper. I felt every inch of Becca’s throat grip me as it pulsed trying to expel me. A humming moan from the back of her mouth ran along me and then she sucked in hard and pulled back. An almost painful massage up the entire length of me till her teeth caught the flare of the head, and then she was back down.

Leaning back in the seat, just letting myself not think and enjoy this was incredibly difficult, but at the same time, I really didn’t have much choice. Exploring the morality of allowing my sister to suck my cock would have required my brain to have access to blood that was currently occupied elsewhere. In fact, at that moment, I was operating pretty much on a lizard brain level.

Mouth good.

Tongue wet.

Teeth … owe, owe, owe!

“Jesus!”

Becca laughed around my cock then popped me out long enough to lick the head. “Just making sure you are paying attention. A girl likes to know she is being appreciated and you’re not making enough noise, brother.”

I had to shake my head. “Becca you are giving me the best blowjob I’ve ever had in my whole life and you want me to do more than sit here in silent awe at how good this feels?”

She giggled. “You need a better quality of cocksucker in your life then, brother. I’m hardly even doing anything.” Her fingers tightened around my cock and she squeezed, then leaned in to lick the bubble of precum from the tip. “You are leaking wonderfully for me though. Did you like my mouth on your balls? You seemed to like it.”

“I loved it.”

Becca rubbed her face alongside my cock. “Good. I’ll do that some more for you anytime you like.” My sister leaned her head, trapping my cock between her face and her shoulder. “I do love it when I can make a man happy.” She grinned at me then. “They then make me happy. Do you want to make me happy Jordan?”

“Yes….”

Becca smiled a sweet smile. “Good. Then fuck my slut face and cum down my throat for me.”

She all but attacked my cock. Back into her mouth I went and she then drove her mouth all the way down till her nose bumped. She wildly grabbed my hand and pulled it around to the top of her head. Her throat worked on me, I let it rest there lightly, but she shook her head and pushed my hand down on her head.

Unable to help it, I began to buck my hips towards that wet mouth. Becca moaned approval, even as she gagged on me. I tried to let her back up but she shook her head and grabbed my hand forcing it back down harder. I couldn’t believe what she wanted me to do, but I did it anyway. Holding my sister down as she choked on my dick, I lifted my hips from the couch and thrust hard into her mouth. The hum of pleasure from her sent chill bumps across my body.

Giving my hand a little caressing pat of approval, her fingers left mine and moved to cup my balls. I was now actively driving my dick into her mouth and down into her throat. I felt a shiver run threw me at the lewd sounds coming from her. The sucking, moaning, gagging, and choking sounds she was making. With a near convulsion, I felt myself about to cum. She felt it too and dove deep down my length.

I looked down to find Becca looking up past my stomach at my face. As I felt myself start to cum she smiled and I gasped when her hand pulled down hard on my balls.

Like a switch had been thrown I felt my orgasm stop. “Oh, god… What the fuck?”

She popped back off me. “Not yet. Stand up.”

Mental capacity at the level of two squirrels, I did as she said and stood up. Becca rose on her knees and licked at the bass of me, teasing my sack with her teeth. Panting, I watched her for a second kissing her way back to the tip of my cock. My sister looked up at my face.

“Now fuck my fucking throat like I told you to do.” The look in her eyes was mischievous and evil at the same time. “I want your cum down my throat. My whore’s throat. Now.”

When she put me back into her mouth, I could not help what I did next. It simply felt too good not to do it.

Holding my sister’s head between my hands, I thrust toward that wet demanding mouth. Becca opened wide for me and I could feel the head of my cock when it went into her throat. She pursed her lips and sucked as I pulled back out, but then opened up as I thrust in. The sound of her gagging as I touched her nose to my pubes was incredible. It was the warmest, wettest, sickest sounding thing I had ever heard and that she wanted it willingly done to her made me shiver with lust.

Then when she was at her deepest, Becca pushed up on my balls and I felt the slick wet feeling of her tongue moving past her lips to lick at the wrinkled skin of my sack in her hand.

“Oh, dear fucking god!” I screamed. With a throaty roar of pleasure, I threw back my head and exploded cum into my sister’s throat. I felt like my life was pouring out of the end of my cock, and that I would die. To be honest, at that moment I didn’t care if I did.

As the last spurt left me I felt my legs go weak. Becca tried to hold me in place, her fingernails clawing red scratches into my skin, but I stumbled backward and fell onto the couch. Panting and shaking, I looked at her in amazement.

Sitting there on her knees – her eyes wet and red, tears pouring unheeded from her eyes and with a look of pure lust on her face – my sister opened her mouth so I could see the white lake on her pink tongue. Smiling, a bit of cum trickled out to run down her chin and drip to her saliva-wet breasts. She scooped it up with her fingers and then moved them down to her pussy, wetting her clit with my cum. Tilting her head back, Becca swallowed the rest of what was in her mouth while rubbing my cum into her clit.

My cock twitched and amazingly another small ribbon of white cum leaked out at the sight of her.

Trying to catch my breath, my eyes never leaving Becca, I had to grin when I saw her orgasm. It tore through her like a full-body muscle spasm. She screamed to the heavens and shook like a leaf. I saw her eyes lock on me for a second before my sister collapsed panting to the carpeted floor.

Unable to stand, I slid from the couch and picked up the pillow. Tucking it under her head, I looked into her beautiful face. My sister opened her eyes and reached out to touch my chest.

“Damn. Two amazing orgasms in one morning and I haven’t even fucked you yet.” Her hand moved to my arm and I lay next to her as she pulled me closer. A small shiver passed through her. “I’m still cumming. Hold me. Hold me tight, brother.”

Pulling her to me I did as she asked happily. Any moral conflicts I had been having in my head had vanished at the look on her face as she had orgasmed. Anything that made my sister that happy could not be wrong. And certainly what she had done for me had been incredible.

“That felt amazing,” I told her softly.

Becca chuckled. “You wait till I can drag some of my toys out of my stuff. I’ll show you amazing.” Her hand moved down my belly to cup and hold my cock and balls, keeping them warm and safe in her hand. “I’ll make this wonderful guy pop off in ways you’ve never even thought of, brother. Just you wait.”

Unable to find an answer for that I simply held her close to me. My sister snuggled her head in under my chin and wrapped her arm around me pulling me to her.

It was a moment before I noticed that she was crying.

“Sis?”

She shook her head. “It’s nothing.”

Moving my hand down her side I caressed her hip. “Come on, Becca, you can tell me. I promise I can keep secrets.”

She gave a small chuckle. “I just wish we had done this years ago. If I had had you to let me feel naughty and sexy with I wouldn’t have … well, I wouldn’t have done a lot of the stupid things I’ve done. I wish I could take back so many things that I did. Now here I am, in the middle of nowhere, and happier than I have been in years.”

Moving my head, I glanced over at the clock by the TV. Seeing the time gave me an idea. “We all have things we wish we hadn’t done, but those are not important. Come on. I want to show you something.”

Getting up onto my unsteady legs, I pulled her up from the floor – grumbling and bitching the whole time. She pulled against my hand as I moved towards the door but I didn’t let her stop us. When I took hold of the door she spoke up.

“Um, I do feel the need to mention we are both naked.” Becca gave me a look.

I chuckled. “Middle of nowhere, remember. The nearest neighbor is about a mile away. And that’s John. He is not awake at this time of morning. Come on.”

Stepping out into the cool darkness, barefoot on the pea gravel before my doorway I walked about half the way to the truck then turned us looking East. Putting Becca’s back to my chest, I wrapped her into my arms holding her to keep her warm.

“Um, what are we looking at?”

“Hush and watch,” I told her kissing the top of her hair.

She gave a mild shiver and wiggled her butt against my bare cock. I pulled her closer.

Above us all but the brightest stars began to fade. The sky, as black as pitch, took on a hue of first deep blue and then dark purple. Like heat-colored metal colors of violet and burnt orange appeared. Then a golden yellow. A pure white back-lit the horizon. Almost too bright to look at.

“It’s beautiful,” she said in a whisper.

“Yes.” I nodded my chin on top of her head. “A new day being born. Becca, nothing you did before this day will ever matter as much as what you do from this point forward. It is dead and buried and nothing can change it, but that’s okay. It’s time is done. Leave it behind.”

“It’s not that easy,” she said after a second.

“No. It is exactly that easy.” I moved my hands down her sides and applied pressure to her hips to get her to turn to face me. “It is exactly that easy. And, honestly, it’s the only way that I can live with myself.”

My sister turned to look at me confused.

Unable to look her in the face I set my eyes into the distance. “I’ve done … things that I’m not proud to have done. They were important, they had to be done, but looking back on them is a good way to wake up screaming.”

She took me by the jaw and made me look down at her eyes. “Tell me.”

I shook my head. “Me and the guys went to places no one should ever go and did shit that no one should have to do. Leave it at that.”

Becca placed a hand on my heart. “I’ve sold myself for drugs. I promise, brother, you can’t shock me. You’re a good man.”

“And I promise you that I could and I’m not.” I shook my head and looked away again. “Not in my eyes at least.” Drawn back to her face, gazing into her dark eyes, I smiled. “But that is beside the point. We are talking about you, not me. I want you to be happy. And I made a promise to Mom to take care of you. I don’t see those two things to be in conflict. I will make you happy …” I grinned. “Yes, even if that means burying my face between your legs or letting you go down on me. And I will keep you safe. No matter what.”

She hugged her naked body tighter to me. “You already have made me feel safe.” Then Becca chuckled and grinned. “And happy. So? What are we going to do today, now that I’m safe and happy?”

I looked around. “Well, first I think some breakfast sounds like a good idea.”

“Uh, huh.” She licked her lips. “And then?”

“Well,” I let my hard cock press against her belly button. “Then I was thinking….”

“Yes?” She wiggled her belly letting the head of me dip into that little divot.

Letting my hands fall from her hips to her ass, I gripped her tight cheeks, spreading her ass to the cool morning air. “Then I thought I might bend you over the kitchen table and do you like my French girl.”

Becca grinned and stood on her toes to place a kiss on my lips. “Sounds wonderful. And then I can dig into my toy chest and show you why the bi-guys called me Penny a pop Peggy.”

Tucking her under my arm, I started towards the bunker, only to stop. “Wait, what?”

Slipping out from under my arm, she looked at me grinning. Her hand was on my cock. “Don’t, worry. I’ll be as gentle to you as you are to me.”

“Um … I don’t think….”

Laughing, she turned and pranced for the door, her ass doing a bump and grin that begged for my attention.

“Hey, wait up! I want to talk about this!”