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 �>�Maeson's Assistant A Maeson and Kimber Story by TailWeaver Copyright�(C)
2017 by TailWeaver

   Chapter 1: Homecoming

   Sitting on the curb Maeson checked his watch again.  It wasn -(TM)t so
much that his sister was late, but that he was eager to be out of the bus
station and headed home.  Four years of college, as well as working through
the summer, had left him eager to get on with the next stage of his life.
Granted, he didn -(TM)t know what that would be, but he did know that he
was taking the summer off to contemplate it.  Thanks to their mother, he
now had a summer off to think about his choices, which most likely was to
look for a professional job, or even go to law school.  His grades were
certainly good enough.  He had worked his ass off.  Hell, he hadn -(TM)t
even had enough time for a relationship, but then again, he wasn -(TM)t
much of a relationship sort of guy.

   That -(TM)s the tragedy of being a domineering personality, he thought
to himself as he looked up the road for a familiar car.  Maeson was a good
looking guy.  He was about five foot ten, and one hundred and sixty five
pounds, so he was very trim.  This mostly was due to working out, martial
arts and being lucky enough not to have a sweet tooth.  He had brown hair,
that he kept artfully shaggy, and a set of piercing blue eyes.  What didn
-(TM)t work in most relationships was his domineering personality and his
need for total control, as well as his perverse need to express that in the
bedroom.  All of that needed time to cultivate, as well as a fair amount of
attention, and school just didn -(TM)t allow for that.  Most girls, (he was
mostly interested in women), just didn -(TM)t want that.

   Needing to stretch Maeson stood up and stretched.  He didn -(TM)t have
much with him.  A duffle bag and most everything else had been shipped back
a week ago and now resided in his mother -(TM)s garage, still in boxes. 
When he got home he was planning on moving into the spare room in the
basement.  This would allow him to come and go as he pleased without
bothering his mother and sister too much since there was a basement door
and plenty of insulation between the upstairs and the downstairs.

    -�Finally, -� he said to himself and waved at the oncoming car pulling
up to the curb.  It was time to start his summer.

   Kimber sat in the driver -(TM)s seat, watching the road, listening a bit
to her music.  Her tight crop top was pulled across her back, but her
shorts were quite a bit less constricting, flowing around her hips, their
soft fabric hiding yet still accentuating her curves.

   She glanced over at her phone, checking for messages, but still just saw
the last purple heart she had sent.  It -(TM)s her calling card to so to
speak, along with her final complaint to Cyn that her day, so far, had been
a total snooze fest.  Hurrying to pick up her brother, she was curious as
to what he -(TM)d been up to, as well as how he might have changed.  It had
been awhile since they -(TM)d spent any significant time together.  It
would be nice to have him around the house for the summer.

   Kimber -(TM)s long dark hair hung straight and loose, flowing a bit over
her shoulder as she pulled up, peering over at him standing on the curb.  
-�Hey Mae ...  wanna lift? -�

   Maeson opened the door, bent over at the waist and leaned into the car
when Kimber pulled up.  Returning her greeting with a smile,  -�Look at
you, -� he told his little sister,  -�Mom -(TM)s letting you drive by
yourself huh?  Good for you. -�

   Wasting no more time, he climbed into the passenger seat placing his
duffle bag between his legs which spread his legs out wide to either side.
Situated he turned to look at his little sister whom he had not seen much
over the last four years,  -�you -(TM)ve grown, -� he said stating the
obvious, but with genuine sibling affection,  -�you look good little sis,
hardly the twig anymore huh?  How have you been? -�

    -�Good, you know, time passes for us all silly... -� she said, checking
her mirrors, and turning back into traffic, headed back to their home.

   She was glad to see him, and as they chatted about the minutia of life,
she could feel him watching her, making her a bit self conscious.   -�Wha?
Did I do something wrong? -� she said, looking down at herself.  Her usual
casual attire did not cause her any concern, though she was patently
unaware of how much skin she was showing her brother for the first time in
her life ...  She had gotten used to dressing a bit more mature, a bit more
like the girls at school, and her long expanse of bare leg, and wide strip
of belly showing above her shorts were quite normal to her.

   Maeson hadn -(TM)t been aware at how much he had been checking out his
sister until she actually noticed him checking her out.  His eyes had been
in the process of gliding over her perfect flat belly, something he
personally found hot on a girl, to her long legs, and his mind perhaps had
wondered if her ass matched,  -�I just can -(TM)t believe you -(TM)re the
same kid sister from four years ago, -� he told her shifting in his seat so
he could check Kimber out from a better vantage.   -�Your boyfriend is a
lucky guy, I hope he knows it, -� he teased her; only it wasn -(TM)t
completely a tease.  It was the same tactic he had used in the past to feel
a girl out, flirtingly to see if she did have a boyfriend.  So, it was
innocent, but why not?  He asked himself by glossing it over with the fact
that he wasn -(TM)t actually hitting on his sister, right?

    -�Oh ...  mmm ...  yeah ...  well, not right now at least ...  you know
how they are ...  Mom just now let me start dating ...  and... -� she
paused, her mind obviously thinking about her last few  -~dates -(TM).  As
she turned into their neighborhood, she shrugged her shoulders,
unconsciously accenting her slim frame.   -�Well, lets just say, boys are
mostly immature brats... -�.

    -�Enough about me though, ...  I -(TM)m sure you have had plenty of
adventures way more exciting than what I -(TM)ve been doing stuck here at
home ...  anyone special?  Hmmm? -� she said, turning a teasing grin his
way as she pulled into the driveway, careful to keep far to the side,
allowing room for others to get by her and into the garage.

   Maeson couldn -(TM)t help it, and automatically ran through what he
would have done with his sister if they had gone on a date, and it
certainly wouldn -(TM)t have been immature,  -�No one, -� he confessed with
a sigh, and shrug,  -�I don -(TM)t or didn -(TM)t have a lot of time for
dating, much less a relationship.  I had a few one night stands here or
there but... -� Maeson shrugged again.  Than got out of the car as it
rolled to a stop.  After spending hours on busses, he wasn -(TM)t eager to
spend any more time riding around.  Out of the car, he stretched and
reached for his duffle bag, slung it over his shoulder and moved around to
the same side of the car as Kimber since it was closest to the door of the
house,  -�most women, at least the ones that met, don -(TM)t want a guy
like me, -� he explained,  -�I -(TM)m too demanding, -� he told her leaving
it deliberately open for her to ask the question.

   Locking the car door behind her, Kimber turned to look at Maeson,
surprised at his admission, assuming he would have had lots of girls.  
-�Oh?  Like how could you be too demanding ...  It -(TM)s not like you told
them when to speak or something ...  did you? -� She realized she really
did NOT know much about her brother ...  Maybe he had turned a bit woman
hating or something ...  college did change people.

   Leading him into the house, she headed towards the basement, flicking on
the lights so that he could toss his stuff.

   Maeson followed Kimber into the house, and had that chance to see how
her ass matched up with her legs and midriff, enjoying the walk into the
house.   -�No, -� he answered reflexively but then with a smirk he added, 
-�not usually, at least unless it was for the purpose of doing something
else, -� again letting it hang out there.  As he put his bag down he
glanced over at his little sister giving her a purposefully devious looking
smirk.   -�Why how much do you want to know, I mean how much do you know
about this stuff already? -� he asked her.

   Confused a bit, she asked him,  -�For something else?  Um ...  okay...
-� she said, drawing that out, not very clear.  Deciding to leave that
topic for some other time, if ever, she changed gears.

    -�Folks won -(TM)t be home for a couple hours ...  so, not sure if you
need to unpack ...  or whatever ...  I got a bit of housework to do ... 
Mom still has her Chore list ...  fun fun -�.

   Putting his bag down, he looked around the house and stretched again, it
had been a long trip, and it was nice to be home.  Also as a bonus he was
enjoying the conversation.  His little sister was proving to be intriguing.
Pulling off his light sweat shirt he hung it up leaving him in a
tight-fitting tee shirt that clung to his upper body nicely, at least in
his opinion.  Coming over, he looked at the list over Kimber -(TM)s
shoulder deliberately.  Perhaps closer than he needed to be, he was almost
leaning against her, but perhaps not since it was his little sister and it
wasn -(TM)t like they weren -(TM)t close, right?  It did put his cheek next
to her ear though,  -�You want help?  With the chores? -� he asked.

   As she checked the list, noting the usual laundry along with a request
to water the rose bushes out back, she felt him come close, very close
actually, whispering almost if she wanted some help.   -�Oh ...  um ...  It
-(TM)s not too bad ...  you can just, you know ...  keep me company maybe
...  laundry is not hard ...  Usually just my stuff and some of mom -(TM)s.
Almost all dad -(TM)s is done via a service - keeps it sharper for work and
stuff... -�.  She turned, noticing he had discarded his sweatshirt, his
toned body more on display ...  She shook her head, still unbelieving he
was single...

   Maeson put his hands on Kimber -(TM)s waist, giving her a squeeze, 
-�Sure, I -(TM)d love to, onward then, -� he ordered giving her a small
push forward,  -�you collect, I -(TM)ll follow. -� Then he followed her
along, trailing chatting casually  -�Yeah, I like to be in charge, in the
relationship.  When I -(TM)m lucky I -(TM)ll find a woman who likes it when
I take charge, like paying for dinner, or it can, of course, include
something intimate.  Makes sense? -� He asked, though he was little more
than casually interested at this point.  It started him wondering though.
Did his little sister like it when a guy was in charge?  Perhaps that was
where some of her prospective dates had failed.  Maybe the guy had been too
meek?  Perhaps they had just needed to take charge of his little sister. -�
Waiting, he decided to test his hypothesis,  -�Grab a laundry basket for
me. You fill it, I -(TM)ll carry. -�

   Listening to her brother explain, sort of, Kimber still felt where his
hands and squeezed and pushed her onward.  It was at once familiar and odd
...  She -(TM)d not been around him in so long.  As she walked to her room,
she nodded, hearing him talk about ordering food for his date, she had
always thought that was a bit misogynistic, but the way he explained it
made it sound, different.  Turning, going to the bathroom and picking up
the laundry basket, she handed it to him.  It only had a few items in it, a
couple shirts and some panties, thankfully covered by the shirts.  She
barely registered that she was doing as he said as she led him into her
room, picking up her basket and dumping the small amount of dirty clothes
onto the top of his basket.  Blushing, she moved things around as she saw a
pair of her thongs end up on top.   -�Best get whatever Mom has too... -�
she said, trying to distract him from what she -(TM)d just done.

   He ignored the statement about needing to get mom -(TM)s things,  -�I
honestly don -(TM)t understand how any of your dates let you get away from
them, -� Maeson said as he noticed the thong.  When Kimber started to cover
it up, he took her hand gently by the wrist and pulled it out into the
open.  -�I wouldn -(TM)t have let you get away from me.  I would have swept
you off your feet, treated you properly, -� which was a statement of god
-(TM)s honest truth.  If he had met someone like his little sister, he
would have.  This was his sister and he was already far more interested in
her than he had been any of the girls he had dated at school.   -�I like a
girl in a thong, and I like your taste, -� he told her looking at his
sister in her eyes as he held her wrist.   -�What type of guy asked you
out? -� he asked.

   Her hand held firm by his grasp, her underwear, her thong, held out for
him to see more easily.  Kimber stood there, blushing, unsure of herself
now, unsure of his behavior to be honest.   -�Oh ...  you would? -� she
asked, stalling a bit, not sure how to take a compliment like that from a
brother, albeit an obviously kind one.  She dropped the thong, leaving it
on top, as she made to exit her room to go get the rest of the laundry,
unsure how to react to his comment on her taste.   -�Thanks?  Um, no one
ever complimented me on my choice of undergarments before!  At least not to
me! -�

    -�That -(TM)s right, -� Maeson gave Kimber -(TM)s arm a light squeeze
and a cocky grin.   -�How many guys have actually got to see your thongs?
-� he asked standing in the way between her and the exit.   -�Or how many
even thought to ask? -� Maeson continued.  Then he shrugged as if the
conversation was as casual as anything.   -�How a woman dresses is
important.  It helps you feel sexy, sexy is confident, confident is
desirable, and so on, -� Maeson let go of Kimber -(TM)s arm, and leaned
against the doorway thinking, looking her over then as if an idea had
occurred to him.   -�I know!.  For today, the rest of the day, wear a
thong, in fact... -� he told her straightening up making to leave himself,
-�It -(TM)s either a thong, or nothing, -� he ordered his little sister, 
-�and, -� he told her deciding it was time to leave and unpack himself, 
-�don -(TM)t cheat,  -~cause I will check. -�

   Her brother -(TM)s demeanor, and overly familiar conversation, was
making Kimber -(TM)s head spin a bit.  It was both nice and disconcerting
at the same time.  He was so ...  different, as if he just assumed that it
was okay to discuss things like her undergarments.

   Shaking her head, she commented,  -~No one at all, not that that is any
of your business, Buster... -� she said teasingly, discussing her underwear
causing her to feel a bit jittery, as if she could not stand still.  His
words about confidence, and being sexy, seemed to strike a deep chord
within her, though she said nothing out loud.  She so wished she was more
confident, it was as if there was a set of rules that people lived by, and
she just sorta guessed ...  often feeling awkward, and unsure.

    -�What do you mean you -(TM)ll ...  check -� she meant to ask him as he
left, but he was gone before she could complete her sentence.   -~He can
-(TM)t be serious, like I would just do what he said -(TM) she muttered to
herself as she moved into their parent -(TM)s room, grabbing the bit of
laundry from her mother -(TM)s basket, and heading to the small laundry
room just off of the garage.  All the while she worked, filling the washer,
adding soap, she kept thinking about what he said.  More about feeling
confident that the assumption that she would do as he asked.  Her mind was
running it over in her mind, wondering if he had a point, wondering if she
dared let him know she thought he had a point.

   Standing in front of her dresser, Kimber realized that she had decided,
even if she did not quite acknowledge it.  Opening her drawer, she got out
one of her favorite pair of panties, dark red, with a thong back.  She
loved the way the fabric felt against her skin.  Quickly sliding off her
shorts and pale blue bikini panties, she slid the sexy fabric up over her
hips, adjusting the waist band briefly, before pulling her shorts back on.
Going to stand in front of her mirror, she wondered if she looked more
confident, or if it was all in his imagination.  Wondering if he was done
unpacking yet, she headed to the kitchen, intending to get a small snack,
grapes or something, before seeking out her brother.

   Maeson wondered if his sister would actually follow through with the
order he had given her.  Hell, he had to wonder if he had pushed too far
telling her wear a thong, and only a thong.  He did know that the idea of
his little sister, wearing a thong, on his command turned him on and it did
make Kimber very desirable.  Maeson wondered what color it was, and
wondered how good her ass would look in it.  These thoughts occupied his
mind as he finished unpacking and putting away his belongings in his
basement bedroom.  A little more than an hour later he was finished and he
was also way too curious to see if Kimber had actually put the thong on. 
When he heard her in the kitchen, he wandered upstairs into the kitchen
himself.  As she leaned over a counter, her ass looked incredible, but he
couldn -(TM)t see if she was actually wearing a thong, just a peak of red.
Without peeling her shorts down it -(TM)s not like he could see.

   Coming up behind Kimber he put his hands on her waist and leaned in
asking,  -�So? -� his voice was friendly, perhaps even teasing, but he
couldn -(TM)t help keep all the excitement from his voice.   -�How do you
feel? -� he asked her.  Maeson really hoped that she was indeed wearing a
thong, otherwise he probably looked like an idiot, but if he was right he
thought the effect might come off suave, and mysterious,  -�Cause I know
what I think, -� he told her adding a bit of a suave slyness to voice as he
gave her waist a quick squeeze holding her there.

   Grabbing a bowl from the cabinet, Kimber was stretched out a bit,
hearing her brother come up behind her, not quite startling her, but
surprising her with how quickly he was  -~there -(TM).  As he asked her how
she felt, insinuating that she had complied, and that the underwear choice
would make a difference in how she felt, she blushed, the intimate comment
still a bit unusual ...  It was her brother for chrissakes...

    -�Fine, um, why, of course I feel fine... -� she said, purposely
missing his point, not wanting to tell him that she was in fact enjoying
the feel of her silky thong.  She felt his hands, holding her, and she
slowly fell back down on to her heels, a bowl in hand.   -�I was going to
have some grapes... -� she said, distractedly, trying to hide the fact that
she had followed his instructions, er, suggestion.

    -�So you -(TM)re going to try and tell me, that wearing your thong
doesn -(TM)t help?   -� Maeson asked not allowing her to turn around. 
Maeson held Kimber still and let his thumbs slide back and forth along the
seam of her shorts and her skin lightly.  He could feel the top edge of
panties as well, and couldn -(TM)t tell one wit if they were indeed her
thong or not, but he had already taken the plunge and sure as hell wasn
-(TM)t going to back out now.   -�That would be like me saying that going
commando doesn -(TM)t make me feel sexy, yeah? -� Maeson then gave Kimber a
quick kiss on the earlobe,  -�admit it, -� into her ear,  -�or are you so
uptight as to be uncomfortable about talking about something having to do
with your underwear with your older brother? -� Than with a quick squeeze
and a soft chuckle,  -�you -(TM)re uptight, are you a prude? -� he asked
teasing her.

   Letting Kimber go Maeson went for where mom would usually store the
grapes, got them out, as well as a colander to rinse them, and put both in
the sink.  Rinsing the grapes off for her, with the intent of stealing some
of them, he let a small knowing smirk play on his face.

    -�Who said I was wearing it ...  maybe I am, maybe not ...  it -(TM)s
really not your concern... -� she said, trying to get back a bit of her own
control, though still shivering a bit at his nearness, his confidence, the
easy way his fingers seemed to toy with the exposed waistband of her thong.
Turning to look at him, blushing a bit as he said  -~commando -(TM), she
darted a glance down, unable to see anything the way they were standing,
and not sure if she could have  -~told -(TM) anyhow, she turned back,
pressing back against the counter as he breathed into her ear, encouraging
her to be honest.

    -�I -(TM)m not uptight...  !  Nor a prude!  I -(TM)m just ...  you know
...  proper! -� she said, her face flushed as he moved to get and wash the
grapes.  Her breath was catching in her chest, and she could feel little
tendrils of nervousness run up and down her spine.

    -�Prude, a person who is easily shocked by matters of sex or nudity, -�
Maeson said over his shoulder as he separated the grapes and washed them.
Finishing up he shook the colander to get the extra water off the grapes.
God, she was perfect, he thought.  He loved the way she was blushing and
the glance down at his crotch when he said he went commando.  To him this
was only confirmation that she had indeed followed his instructions, and if
Megan followed his instructions he had to wonder what else he could get his
naive little sister to do.

   Mockingly glaring at him as he recited the definition of prude, she
shook her head, denying the implication, watching as he washed the grapes
and brought them over.  He continued to torment her, though, and she was
not sure where to look, or what to do, as he came closer, talking about his
dick, and making fun of the way she was blushing.

    -�If you -(TM)re not shocked by the subject, why are you blushing?  Was
it the wondering if I actually did go commando? -� he asked raising a
comically skeptical eyebrow.   -�Kimber? -� He asked bringing the grapes
over again closing the distance,  -�where you wondering about your brother
-(TM)s dick? -� He accused her, once again teasing her.  Picking up one
grape from the colander he popped it in his mouth letting his lips slowly
close around the fruit as he watched her.

    -�Maybe I just, you know, get red in the face when, um, I -(TM)m glad
to see someone! -� she tried explaining, her eyes glancing down, then back
up at the grapes, seizing on them as a safe target.  As she picked up some
and put them into her bowl, she popped one in quick like, feeling his eyes
on her, almost burning as he looked her over, examining her blush, noting
her glances.  She felt all flustered, as if she was off kilter somehow.

    -�Besides, I told you, I -(TM)m no prude, if you want to go ...  you
know, commando, that -(TM)s fine ...  for all you know I do too! -� she
smarted off, trying to sound cool, before realizing that her low shorts
were likely making it obvious, at least earlier when she was reaching over
the counter, that she was not in no way going commando.

   Maeson laughed good naturedly, chewed on a few more grapes,  -�Well then
you must really, really be glad to see me. -� Maeson told his little
sister, after watching her back herself into a corner.   -�Cause I think
you must be pink all the way to your... -� and winked at her, leaving the
sentence unfinished

   Taking his time eating each grape thoughtfully before he announced, 
-�prove it, -� he told her,  -�I want to see you put this prude reputation
you have to rest.  Prove that you -(TM)re going commando as well, and of
course by association, not a prude. -�

   She knew that he probably thought she was full of shit, but she could
not just admit something like that, it was, well, too personal.  His
ultimatum though, firmly caught her in her own lie.

    -�You can -(TM)t expect me to, just, you know, show you!  That -(TM)s
not proper! -� she tried, delaying, as if forgetting the whole debate was
centered around whether or not she was hung up about things like underwear
and nudity.  Realizing her mistake she tried to correct her words,  -�But,
ya, whatever you weirdo, it -(TM)s not like no one has ever seen me or me
them, I -(TM)m not a kid or anything, just ...  caught me by surprise is
all, I, um,  -� her words failed her as she tried to come up with a way
out.

   Her hands going to her waist, she wondered, if she was careful, if she
could grab both her shorts and thong for a quick flash, proving that she
was not a prude.

    -�Wait, Wait Wait! -� Maeson said holding up his hands for Kimber to
stop,  -�I think we need to establish a ground rule or two here.  A quick
yank and flash just isn -(TM)t going to cut it. -� He had to admit, he
really had expected his little sister to have retreated.  Now he had her in
the kitchen, ready to flash her underside for him.  That was more than he
could have hoped for.  Not that he knew what he was hoping for, but he was
enjoying this immensely.  Pushing Kimber was way sexier than he had ever
had in a relationship with any of his relationships, and in his opinion,
she was far more attractive.  So, what did he want from her?

    -�I -(TM)m thinking a rule to live by, -� he started,  -�Something that
will establish credentials, and, -� Maeson paused, giving a small hand
flourish to refer to himself,  -�and I will take the same plunge as you or
at least you can make up a rule for me.  I -(TM)ll even let you go first.
-�

   Kimber was confused.  It was like he almost could read her mind ...  Did
he learn psychology or something at school?  She could not remember.   -�I
was, well, hmmm, fine ...  it -(TM)s like no big deal ...  people can wear,
or not wear whatever they want, and it -(TM)s totally cool ...  I have
friends that go to the beaches with their family even ...  not that mom
would EVER -� she blushed, just imagining her shy mother going to any
beach, much less one of ...  those...

    -�A rule, hmm, well, I think that anytime I have to do a chore, you
should have to help me... -� She said, after thinking a moment.  Catching a
look in her brother -(TM)s eye, she thought maybe she -(TM)d missed the
point.   -�Um ...  not that kind of rule?  Dang it, I HATE doing chores ...
Fine ...  how about ...  If I show you what I wear or don -(TM)t wear, you
can -(TM)t tell anyone, especially mom, she would freak if she saw some of,
well, she would just freak... -�

   Maeson just couldn -(TM)t help the Cheshire cat grin that crept over his
mouth, it was just too perfect.  His sister had virtually set it up for
him,  -�Done! -� he said with a punctuated nod,  -�I will not tell Mom,
what you are wearing, and you will show me what you are, or not wearing as
the case may be. -� Then he winked at her, and added his own rules on top,
-�In return for not telling Mom, I get a say in what you are to wear or not
wear, which does include the risqu�(C), and I am making this a permanent
arrangement, as in from now on. -� Proud of himself he rocked back on his
heals a bit, and hooked his thumb in the front of his pants.   -�Sis, you
are going to look so hot, and this is going to be fun. -�

   Kimber felt, or heard, a shoe drop, metaphorically, and she wondered if
she had done something wrong.  Thinking back over what she -(TM)d said, she
did not think she -(TM)d been dumb or anything.  She did like having
private little rules and things, or not so private ...  there was something
about, well, not having to  -~decide -(TM) something ...  it was a rule ...
you had to do it ...  it made her ...  content.  If she sometimes had wild
ideas in her head about some funky rules, well, Maeson does not need to
know that.

    -�Oooh ...  yes, you know I like, ya know, having rules ...  especially
if it helps keep things FAIR -� she again mock glared at her older brother,
sure he was up to something, but also SURE that she was now protecting
herself.

    -�So ...  You promise now, no telling about any of the cute stuff I
have that she doesn -(TM)t know about ...  I swear, I -(TM)d never hear the
end of it. -� She thought about it a bit, and added,  -�And, it might be
fun ...  you making the wardrobe rules ...  at least for a while ...  we
can always change it if you dress me ugly I hope!! -�

   Smiling at his little sister, with only a slight smoldering in his eye,
he then added,  -�And you -(TM)re right, -� he granted with a nod,  -�I
-(TM)m living here for the summer, so I can help with the chores, any
chores you don -(TM)t want to do let me know, and I -(TM)ll do that chore
for you.  In return you can do me a favor?  Deal? -�

   She moved towards the table, away from the counter, she needed some room
to, well, show him and everything.   -�Oh ...  I am glad you will help, and
of course, if you do me a favor with my chores and stuff, it -(TM)s only
fair ...  I mean, I -(TM)m not MEAN... -�

    -�As long as you don -(TM)t make too many rules too fast, I think this
will be fun ...  and you said I can make some too?  If I wanna?  Or were
you just teasing... -� she said, looking at him for a second, before
shaking her head.   -�I know, I know, I gotta ...  well, sorry, I kinda
lied... -�

   She stood a bit apart, near the table, turned her back and pulled the
waist of her shorts down over her backside, showing the bright red thong,
disappearing between her cheeks, as she stood there for a second, two max,
before pulling them back up.   -�I MIGHT have been commando ...  but ...  I
wasn -(TM)t ...  but I did put some on ...  like you said ...  before... -�
she added, her voice uncertain, hopeful, quiet.

   Maeson was blessed with the sight of his little sister -(TM)s, very fine
ass.  It was heavenly, and if he thought he could get away with it, he
would have grabbed, and smacked it until she squealed for him.  And best of
all, the thong was red, his favorite color,  -�Red, -� he informed her, 
-�Is my absolute favorite color, -� he informed her solemnly, hamming it up
slightly by bowing to his little sister, hand over heart.

   When he straightened up he wore again that sly little smile, and nodded
in agreement with her,  -�Sis I did indeed say you needed to wear a thong,
and I can -(TM)t fault you for that.  You look amazing in a thong, and as
your brother, your ass is incredible and your dates, I say, need to get
their heads examined letting you get away from them.  Believe me, -� he
told her, and every word was sincere,  -�If I had gotten you on a date, and
you were not my sister, I -(TM)d never had let you get away from me.  I
would have hitched up with you immediately. -�

   Turning just enough to get a grape, and not enough to let Kimber out his
sight, he continued chatting,  -�Don -(TM)t worry, -� he told her with a
small shake of the head,  -�this is between us, I -(TM)d never tell mom.  I
swear, now do you want to make up some rules? -� he asked.

   Looking back at her brother, still a bit shocked she -(TM)d mooned him,
even if only briefly, Kimber shook her head unsure.   -�Dunno ...  I guess,
I mean ...  what kind of rules were you thinking of, maybe that can help me
think of some ...  right now all I can think of is what we already have - 
-�.

   She was not sure what to think, to be honest, he was like, way more nice
to her about some things than her dates had been, and it was sort of fun to
have him notice her ...  even if it was a bit weird.

    -�Maybe, anytime you make me follow a rule, like, you know, you picking
my clothes, you have to say something, or do something, nice.  Um ...  is
that good? -� She was totally uncertain now, taking a couple grapes and
munching on them.

   Maeson waited, thinking and timed reaching into get some grapes,
deliberately so he could brush against his little sister -(TM)s wrist,
reaching around her wrist it gave him the chance to run his fingers along
her skin briefly.  It was flirting, and he probably shouldn -(TM)t, but he
was having a hard time keeping his hands to himself, which gave him an
idea,  -�You mean like giving you a back rub? -� he asked Kimber,  -�Sure I
can do that, I -(TM)m actually pretty good at giving massages.  As to
saying something nice, I think I can always come up with something to say
about my beautiful little sister. -�

   Popping the grape he had picked up from running his fingers along Kimber
-(TM)s wrist into his mouth, he had to think once for a while.  When he
stumbled onto the idea he beamed,  -�You know what I totally miss from
living at home?  Coming into you room to say goodnight, -� he explained, 
-�You know after Mom would send you to bed I -(TM)d come in, give you a hug
and a kiss goodnight, I used to love that. -� He told her,  -�As a rule I
-(TM)d love to bring that back.  So, three rules, -� he said ticking them
off on his fingers,  -�Thongs or Commando for you, I get to pick what you
wear, and I get to say goodnight at night to you, like before. -�

   Kimber could feel her skin tingling from where he brushed against her,
her mind bouncing distractedly from topic to topic as she adjusted to the
newness of having Maeson around.

    -�S-sure ...  that -(TM)s a nice one ...  not even a tough rule at all!
-� she said, liking it when things were easy ...  and good night hugs are
kinda sweet, as she thought about it.

   About that time, their parents got home, and after an evening of dinner,
and a long pleasant conversation over a simple game of cards, Kimber found
herself unable to stop yawning.

    -�Well, I -(TM)m beat, must have been all that talking -� she teased,
smiling at her family.   -�I -(TM)m going to head up... -�.  Heading to her
room, she debated about taking a shower so she did not have to in the
morning, but decided against it, not really wanting to dry her hair ... 
she was too beat.



   Chapter 2: Trying on her new presents

   Maeson had waited a bit after Kimber had departed for bed, then went to
his own room.  He changed into a bathrobe, and went upstairs for a shower
himself.  He stopped off in the bathroom to start the shower and let it
warm, as well as provide cover, then slipped into Kimber -(TM)s room, 
-�So? -� he said to her, mostly closing the door behind him, but leaving it
open just enough that he could hear if someone mounted the stairs to come
up,  -�What are you wearing to bed? -� he asked with a mischievous smile
painting his face.

   Turning from her laundry basket, Kimber held her arms out, displaying
herself for a second,  -�Just my old pooh sleep shirt ...  It -(TM)s nice
and soft, and long -� she said, running her hands down to the hem that fell
½ way down her thighs.  Looking towards the door, she moved towards her
bed, taking in the sight of her big brother dressed in just a robe.

    -�I thought, you were coming in later, after they went to bed.  Aren
-(TM)t you afraid they will come by? -� she said, pulling back the covers,
standing there, nervous like, before stepping towards him, as he waited
near the foot of her bed.

   Maeson shook his head no,  -�No and no, -� he told her, with a small
smile,  -�Why?  were you going to do something wrong? -� Which was a bit of
tease and maybe, just maybe he had corrupted her a bit more than he
thought. It was a fun insinuation.  Maybe she was enjoying the game just as
much as he was.   -�You know it is possible to look good and be comfortable
in a nightie, what else do you have, and -� he added with a sly smile, 
-�are you going to bed with a thong or commando? -�

   Kimber blushed, unsure how to answer, she just felt, somehow, that the
game he, they, were playing was not quite the same as 4 years ago.  Feeling
her body react a bit to her thoughts, she tried to play it down.   -�I
guess ...  I still have a nightie Mom got me for Christmas a couple years
ago... -� she said, going to her dresser and bending slightly as she opened
a drawer.  Pulling out a white cotton nightie, she shook her head  -�It got
a bit wrinkled I think... -�.  Holding it up, shaking it down, it was clear
that it was rather plain, with some white thread embroidery.  Its thin
cotton was comfortable for sleeping.  She had used to wear it a lot, before
switching over to her long Pooh shirt.

    -�Um, I usually go ...  you know ...  Commando, except a few days a
month... -� she added, leaving him to figure it out.

   If there was one thing his sister did well, it was blush.  He loved that
she did blush so often, since it kind of confirmed what he suspected
--Which was that his little sister had a few impure thoughts when it came
to her brother.   -�I like it, -� Maeson said coming close enough that he
could see it, but also just to get a little closer to Kimber,  -�And
commando?  Well ...  if that doesn -(TM)t make you feel sexy, I don -(TM)t
know what would. -� Reaching up he ran his fingers along the nightie, his
fingers brushing his little sister -(TM)s fingers long enough not to be a
mistake.  The nightie was perfect, a bit of innocence that barely covered
what was quickly becoming his sister -(TM)s not so innocent body.   -�Put
that on for me, -� he ordered, deliberately adding the  -~for me -(TM) just
to give the rule a little extra spin, which he wondered if his sister might
appreciate.

   Maeson went to the door,  -�I need my shower, so I will step out, but...
-� Just as he was about to head to the shower, with the door open he looked
back at his sister and told her in a hushed stage whisper,  -�I -(TM)ll
come back later, once mom and dad have gone to bed to give you your good
night kiss.  See you in a bit Kiki, he told her using her childhood name,
-� and then he slipped out the door eager to slip into his hot shower.

   Kimber stood there feeling the odd sensations that coursed through her
as Maeson had almost loomed close to her, asking her to put the nightie on
for him.  She could still feel her nerves tingling a bit, his touch had
unnerved her a bit.

    -�Oh ...  ok... -� she said, moving towards the bed, putting the
nightie down, and turning, waiting for him to leave.  When he mentioned
that he would be back ...  later ...  she flushed for some reason.  In
fact, she was embarrassed almost immediately as she felt an odd surge of
... arousal? ...  run through her body as he left.   -~What was that about?
-(TM) she wondered,  -~Not from him just saying he was coming back later
... was it? -�.  She paused, still a bit shocked at her reaction, and
hearing the door click shut.  She quickly doffed her Pooh shirt, gasping as
it rubbed across her suddenly hard nipples.  Shaking her head, telling
herself to calm down, she put on the white cotton nightie, loving its
softness, but a bit disconcerted that it was a tad shorter than her usual
long sleepwear.

   Crawling into bed, she picked up her Kindle and began to read her
current novel, getting lost in the travails of Talia once again, one of her
all time favorites.

   It was probably about an hour later, his folks having gone to bed, that
Maeson opened his little sister -(TM)s room and slipped inside.  Thankfully
growing up in this house he knew how to move quietly through it.  He was
still in his bath robe and wore a tight fitting pair of red boxer briefs,
only this time his robe wasn -(TM)t tied, it was just draped over his
shoulders.  It showed off his muscular torso, and for what easily could be
called a gymnast or swimmer -(TM)s body.  He wasn -(TM)t sure if Kimber
would even be awake still, but he was sure she would be in the nightie as
instructed.  He was also toying with the idea of taking her out shopping,
on him, and at his instruction as well,  -�Hi Sis, -� he said in a low
voice being careful not to project, otherwise their light sleeping mother
might hear them,  -�are you still awake? -�

   Kimber had only ½ dozed, her Kindle still in her hand, as she lay
there, lost in her make believe world.  Hearing her brother -(TM)s soft
voice calling out, she shook herself awake, smiling up at him as she saw
him walking towards her, his robe casually thrown over his body.  His
athletic body was on full display.  She glanced at his red shorts, er,
briefs, blushing a bit at the open honesty of his wardrobe choice.

   Sitting up, she adjusted herself on the pillow slightly, curious as to
his exact intentions, though secretly thrilled that he had indeed come
back...

   Maeson came closer and sat on the side of his sister -(TM)s bed next to
her, his thigh pressed up against Kimber -(TM)s even if they were seated in
opposite directions.  His sister looked incredible in her light cotton top.
It followed the swell of her breasts and added a bit of an innocent quality
that for the moment he was finding alluring and leaving him a bit more than
excited.  Her black hair framing her large beautiful eyes made him want
her.

   He knew he was venturing into uncharted territory with his sister, who
also happened to be a woman he was starting to desire in a much more
unsibling way.  He was fairly sure Kimber wanted him here as well.  She
wasn -(TM)t pulling away, and she had also been interested in their parents
being asleep before he gave her a goodnight kiss,  -�Glad you -(TM)re still
up.  I wasn -(TM)t completely sure, -� he told her.  Maeson then leaned in
and went to kiss her, but not chastely.  Not a brother -(TM)s kiss, but a
kiss on the lips, though he didn -(TM)t quite complete it.  Maeson paused
just before his lips pressed into hers, letting them hover barely touching,
just brushing his lips against hers.  Then he kissed Kimber.

   Putting her book down as he moved over to sit on the bed he pushed the
covers to the side as his thigh pressed against her leg that was partially
covered by her nightie.  She could feel him looking at her, and she felt
almost girlish as she strangely wanted him to like how she looked.  It was
the oddest sensation, but she found herself wanting to please him, at least
in this harmless way.

    -�Sure, um, I knew you were coming ...  besides, I wanted my bedtime
hug and kiss! -� She watched, silent, as he leaned in closer, and closer,
almost as if he was teasing her, before he did kiss her, but not a quick
peck like she thought he might, he held himself there for a long second,
then another, before pulling back slightly.

   Firmly, he pressed his lips to hers, working his mouth slowly, not
slipping her the tongue, but it undoubtedly spoke of something more than
just brotherly love.  A heartbeat, two, then three before he broke the kiss
pulling back like he might dive back in, possibly promising more but not
moving,  -�Did you enjoy our conversation, Kiki? -� he asked invoking her
childhood name again as he let his breath, clean and fresh dance on his
little sister -(TM)s lips.

   As he breathed his words, his into face so close that it was scary, she
again felt something rushing through her as her lips parted, and her breath
escaped in a long low sigh.   -�Mmmmm -� she said, moving to kiss him back,
open mouthed, her body raging with a sudden intensity that had nothing to
do with a sister -(TM)s love for her brother.  She ached, she could feel it
all the way down inside of her, and she did the only thing she could think
of, kissing him, holding her mouth against his, feeling his lips as her
body raged with a sudden intense arousal that surprised, and almost scared
her.

   The kiss had enticed his sister out of her shell even more than he had
hoped it could have.  It was the pressing of Kimber -(TM)s kiss for him,
and the open mouth that greeted him, that took it a bit further beyond. 
Maeson snaked his arm around his little sister pulling her into him.  His
larger arm pressed her smaller body into his almost naked chest.  He could
feel her breasts crushed between his chiseled chest, and his own little
sister felt so slim and female against him.

   He didn -(TM)t just shove his tongue down her throat, but ticked the end
of her own tongue with his as his hands flexed on the narrow of Kimber
-(TM)s waist as the deep kiss lingered on, and on.

   As the kiss reached an affectionate height, he broke it off deliberately
and kissed his way down Kimber -(TM)s jawline as his other hand laced into
her hair, holding his head firmly into her ear,  -�So is it safe to say,
you liked a kiss good night? -� he breathed into her ear as his fingers
traced her spine,  -�would you like another rule? -� He asked as his
fingers than followed the top of the gentle curve of her ass.

   Lost in the kiss, still unsure of what had caused her sudden, intense
rush of arousal, Kimber nevertheless enjoyed the heady sensation of their
lips touching, their tongues lightly dancing against each other.  Pausing,
catching her breath, her face flushed with the intensity of it all,
combined with her shock at her actions, she nodded, silently answering him.

   Turning her head into his hand, she finally said  -�yes, um ...  wow? -�
she added, feeling a little self conscious at how she had so eagerly kissed
him back after his somewhat chaste first kiss.  As she felt tiny little
shivers dance along her bare body, barely hid under her cotton nightie, she
wondered what he might have in mind, only for a minute, before eagerly
agreeing.   -�Yes ...  mmm ...  you have the best rules... -�

   Maeson -(TM)s fingers continued traveling along Kimber -(TM)s curves,
along the top of her ass, then gently trailing those fingers up her skin
lightly.  He also wasn -(TM)t ready to let go of her ear, and sucked his
little sister -(TM)s earlobe into his mouth sucking on it and flicking it
with his tongue before letting it go with a small sly mischievous smile, 
-�I would like to take you shopping, -� he told her,  -�I would like to buy
you a few new nighties which I am going to require you to wear. -�  -�So
tomorrow, you are being taken shopping with me, -� he stated as his fingers
found their way along her pelvis line in Kimber -(TM)s front.  His thumbs
now were very close to the top of her sex, but not any closer.

   Shivering as he continued his exploration of her surprisingly responsive
body, Kimber could not believe he kissed and captured her ear sending long
lines of tingling excitement down her body.  It was all a bit ... 
overpowering.  Nice, but ...  wow...

    -�Sh-sh-opping? -� she asked excitedly, even when he said it was for
nighties.   -�I would love to ...  um ...  you have money?  I am, well, I
have not had a lot of babysitting jobs lately ...  oh, ya, I guess if you
are taking me you -(TM)d have money -� She jabbered on a bit, talking in a
rush, trying to distract herself from the shivers along her body as his
hand seemed to get quite familiar with her body.  Moving her hips, sitting
up a bit more, she felt her nighty pull across her nipples a bit, sending
another wave of shivers down to her tummy.

   Maeson nodded,  -�Yes -�, the entire time that he looked his little
sister in the eye, and his hands drifted upward, thumb and fingers dragging
slowly along her torso, now under her nightie, towards her breasts before
diverting downward at the last moment,  -�That -(TM)s right, I worked
through school, and I worked waiting tables, earning lots in tips as well
as my side business.  I have money and I am going to spend it on you.  You
-(TM)re going to be appreciative and wear whatever I buy you, starting with
nighties.  That is your new rule. -� By the time he finished the sentence
he was grinning at her and his fingers were on her back and starting to
move back down Kimber -(TM)s back to trace the edge of her bottom.

    -~Oh god I ought to take her now, in her room as their parents slept in
the other room, but it was way too soon, too soon! -(TM) Already, he was
enjoying this game way so much.  He loved his sister, but he also really
loved doing this to her.  He loved exciting Kimber, and he was fairly sure
she was excited by the attention.  The way her small body felt in his hands
was amazing.  Reaching her rear end, he gave it squeeze and drew her into
himself again, wondering what she would think if she saw how stiff he was
at that moment.

   She was flushed with excitement as her brother -(TM)s hands danced
around her body, never quite straying into trouble, but definitely touching
areas that no boy had touched before ...  Well, except that one last summer
...  Shivering, she knew her nipples were hard, and when his hands almost
touched her breasts, she gasped, unbelieving, but thankful he did not push
it.

   When he drew her up and into him, her lithe body crushing against his,
she knew her hard little nipples would be felt, and she hoped he would not
say anything.  It would just be too embarrassing.  As embarrassing as her
commenting on that thickness she felt against her lower leg when he oh so
casually held her bare bottom beneath her nightie, ostensibly giving her a
goodnight hug.

    -�I think that will be just ok ...  if you buy them ...  I ...  I ...
should wear them... -� she said, pulling back, catching her breath, her
eyes unable to stop from darting down to take an embarrassed quick peek.

    -�You -(TM)re my little sister, -� he told Kimber emphasizing the  -~my
-(TM) part so it almost felt like a  -~mine -(TM).   -�Damn right I get to
buy you things, and to spoil you.  Besides, -� he said letting her pull
back, watching her sneak a quick peek at his crotch.  Watching her
carefully so that when she did look up again, he was looking at her with a
mischievous, knowing smile.  When she pulled back it did leave him able to
let his hand slide to her thigh, and he just let it rest there, moving
nothing but his thumb as rubbed it back and forth.

    -�Are you going to be able to go to sleep? -� Maeson asked, wondering
to himself if he would be able to,  -�I hope I haven -(TM)t made you too
excited. -�

   Kimber lay back watching him, her body aroused, but very happy.  She
nodded,  -�I will try, though you sure make it tough! -� she said nodding
down at his hand still on her bare thigh, just below the hem of her
slightly askew nightie.

    -�Maybe you will have to help me with all the new nighties ... 
tomorrow -� she said, running her hand across her stomach, holding herself
in a little hug as she reached for the covers.

   Maeson and Kimber got back at about 1pm after shopping and lunch. 
Maeson being the guy in this not yet taboo couple was carrying the bags. 
In his hands, he carried a pink bag, a blue bag, as well as a white bag. 
During the five hours they had been out together they had hit five stores,
all in the mall, Victoria -(TM)s Secret being one, a box store, as well as
a little risqu�(C) chain store that had caught his eye.  Mom and Dad were
not home, both were still at work then were headed out for their own date
night, leaving the house to Maeson and Kimber until 8 pm at least.

   The entire trip Maeson had been nothing but a gentleman, even holding
Kimber -(TM)s hand.  Though at one point he had smacked his little sister
on her rear end, sending her off to go try on a few nighties that he had
picked out.

   Right before they had gone into the store, while still in the car Maeson
had explained the rules.   -�I -(TM)m going to pick out what you -(TM)re
going to wear, -� he had explained as he had held Kimber -(TM)s hand, 
-�You -(TM)re going to try on everything I give you.  You don -(TM)t get a
say, -� he told her emphasizing it with a shake of his head,  -�My job is
to buy it for you, your job is to looking stunning wearing it, clear? -� He
asked in a tone that would tolerate no protest on the subject.  His
cologne, a light scent, danced around him as he leaned in to make his
point.

   From there they had spent three hours shopping, with a short break for
lunch, making purchases at three of the four stores they visited.  One had
been a total bust, having nothing suitable that matched either one of their
desires.  Maeson paid for everything, and aside from holding Kimber -(TM)s
hand and swatting her on the butt once he didn -(TM)t do anything untoward.
He was dressed a bit more reserved, wearing some hugging jeans that showed
off his long muscular legs, form fitting tee shirt, and comfortable shoes.

   He had once referred to Kimber, as his  -�girlfriend, -� to a sales
clerk who helped them, but didn -(TM)t offer an explanation to Kimber about
it later.

   Kimber was still getting used to the idea of having her brother around,
and every  -~normal -(TM) thought she seemed to have about him, seemed to
be challenged, or changed, or at least questioned the longer they hung out
together.  From the way he had been so intense, so close, so, frankly sweet
last night, giving her a very private hug and kiss, to the way he had oh so
casually held her hand as they were shopping she was struggling to rectify
her traditional ideas of sibling relations with this strange, compelling,
older brother and his intense way of looking at her.

   Finally, back at home, Maeson went to put the bags on the table and gave
Kimber a small sly smile.  He had an obvious eager glint in his eye,  -�So?
-� he asked,  -�You ready? -� he asked,  -�we can go downstairs to my room,
you could use the sewing room to change.  Time for you to start showing off
my purchases! -�

   As they walked into the house, after their fun spree, she still found
herself blushing as she recalled how, mmmm, happy, he had been when he
-(TM)d left last night.  She knew about boys, of course, what girl couldn
-(TM)t, she just had never imagined her brother being so, well, obvious
about it.  She knew it had something to do with her, and their kiss, and
she refused to worry about it for the moment, it was all so ...  thrilling
...  and daringly  -~naughty -(TM).

   As Maeson brought in the packages, she hoped for the twentieth time that
she did not break his bank, she had had quite a bit of fun, trying on
everything he seemed to enjoy, only having to change out a couple when they
just did not hang right on her slim frame.  Still, that last store had been
more than a little naughtier than she had expected, but, he insisted, and
he was buying, so ...  she went along.  Now though, the idea of modeling
ALL of them was a bit much, but she figured at least the first few would be
ok ...  if a bit odd to do in the middle of the day!

    -�Sure ...  um ...  downstairs is probably better anyhow ...  less
chance of interruption or, something... -�

   She was a bit nervous still, daylight was still strong, but, at the same
time, he was so intense, and obviously interested, part of her wanted him
to see, and to approve.  And he did pay for it all.

   Grabbing the bags, she trotted down the stairs.  Her short jean shorts
giving her long legs plenty of exposure as she went downward.  Popping into
the sewing room, she tossed the bags on a chair, and began to open and go
through them all, picking out which item -(TM)s she wanted to model...  
-~He did not really think I would show them all, right now, did he? -(TM)
she wondered as she looked them over.

   She fingered her favorite, a lacy white thing that seemed to flow all
around her, it -(TM)s fabric thin enough to be comfortable, but not so thin
as to be too obscene in public.  The complex patterns seemed to swirl all
over the fabric, showing, and hiding, what lay underneath.  Considering it,
she held up the light blue, satin brief cami Maeson had seemed to really
like.  She loved how it felt, it was just rather ...  brief.  It did look
comfortable to sleep in.  Leaving the pale pink baby doll, and then even
briefer outfits from that last store for  -~later -(TM), she decided to
start with the camisole - somehow pleasing him seemed to help her make the
decision.

   Turning, checking the doorway, she popped her head out, spying him
sitting on his bed.   -�Now stay put, you know Mom has so much crap in here
you can -(TM)t close the door completely... -�.  With that, she moved back
away from the door, and slipped off her shorts, her brief light green
bikini panties threatening to follow her shorts down to the ground. 
Adjusting her underwear, she swiftly lifted her tight top up and over her
breasts, exposing her favorite bra, the one with the light lavender flowers
on the cups.  As she lowered the straps and spun it around to unhook, she
shook her head -- she must have taken this off a dozen times today ... 
sometimes being a girl was a total pain.  Boys just whip off their shirt
and they are done!.

   Finally, sliding the super soft satiny cami over her head, adjusting it
over her hips, blushing as she remembered just how short it was, she
coughed nervously and went out to the other room to show Maeson.

    -�Well, here -(TM)s the first one, I remembered you really liked this
one... -�

   Maeson had watched subtly as his little sister had descended the stairs,
her long legs framed in her shorts, and he was eager to see his sister
model the nighties he had bought for her.  As he sat on the bed waiting for
her, he couldn -(TM)t believe that his sister was going along with this;
that her resistance to her own brother slowly seducing her had been mostly
token.  Hell, she had even kissed him back, right after he had used her
childhood name, going so far as to open her mouth and invite her brother
-(TM)s tongue.  After which they had shared a long, very passionate kiss.
That would bear some thinking about.  Coincidence?  Perhaps, perhaps not.

   The thought made him pause, and think, Maeson was seducing his own
sixteen year old little sister, and naively or willingly she was allowing
it to happen.  When he had thought about moving home, seducing, even
sexually manipulating Kimber to have sex with him had not entered his mind,
but now ...  now she was about to be nearly naked, willingly in front of
him.  It was possible that she might even end up naked in front of him, and
man did he want that.  The entire back and forth had been a flirtatious
game but ultimately, he had to admit he wanted his little sister, and he
wanted her his way.  He wanted to dominate her.

   The very thought of it aroused him no end.  Last night after kissing
Kimber good night, he had masturbated to the thought of controlling her, to
collaring her and turning his little sister into his Pet.  That fantasy had
ended in an explosive orgasm that left him thinking about Kimber in the
most carnal ways.  He meant to have Kimber as his.

   Then Kimber poked her head in and announced herself and entered the
room. Maeson was amazed, with Kimber -(TM)s long legs, perfect ass,
tremendous tits, and then wrapped into her very natural beauty it was work
to keep his jaw from hitting the floor.   -�Kimber, -� he said standing up,
 -�You look incredible, -� he told her.  Astonishment quickly turned to
arousal though.  Which had to be obvious, at least some.

   Maeson walked closer to Kimber, wetting his lips as he thought about how
delicious she looked.   -�Turn around for me, -� he ordered making a
spinning gesture with his hands,  -�I want to drink you in. -�

   Kimber slowly stepped out, a bit bashful to be barely dressed like this
in the full light of the afternoon, but strangely excited, hoping he liked
it, hoping he liked her.  When he stood up, complimenting her profusely,
she beamed, flushing with happiness, such that when he ordered her to turn,
she did so willingly, feeling her soft covering flowing lightly across her
nearly bare body.  She hoped her panties were not showing.  At least not
too much.

   Coming back around, facing him, she felt a bit on edge, but happy, he
seemed happy, impressed even.  The cool basement air was playing havoc with
her nipples though, and she crossed her arms, hiding her embarrassing
obvious reaction.

    -�Another one, or...  ? -� she asked finally

   Maeson drank Kimber in, his eyes roaming over her body.  His sister
really was womanly perfection, and he shivered with desire.  As a guy, he
so wanted to dominate that female perfection and worship her in his own way
by taking her.  But not this afternoon.  He did have another idea in mind
though,  -�Do you know how incredibly hot you are sis? -� he asked her
walking counterclockwise around Kimber until he was in back of her.

   Then he stepped into her, first by putting his hands on Kimber -(TM)s
hips, than moving forward and drawing her backwards into him,  -�You are
one of the most attractive women I think I have ever met, -� he said into
Kimber -(TM)s hair, acutely aware that his lips touched her hair, that her
back was against his chest, and her rear was now pressed against his
hard-on through his jeans.   -�I love the nightie it -(TM)s a keeper,
though at some point I think we need to get you some heels so it shows your
legs off even better.

   Maeson held her there for a minute breathing in Kimber -(TM)s scent,
then leaned in to catch Kimber -(TM)s earlobe again sucking it between his
teeth before letting it go.  Whispering in Kimber -(TM)s ear,  -�Go back
into the sewing room, change, I want to see another one, and more of you. I
want to see you in the sheer pink one. -� Than with a gentle push Maeson
sent Kimber in the direction of the sewing room door.

   Watching her go, Maeson thought she was perfect.  If it hadn -(TM)t made
his intentions clear before, it would be now.  Kimber had a chance to
retreat if she wanted to through the other exit.  If she came back in, he
was going to up the game and start putting a real claim on her.

   As she stood there, a bit nervous, she felt so pleased as he kept
complimenting her, telling her she was not just pretty, but, well, hot. 
Unsure for a moment, as he circled her, she held still as his hands went to
her hips, holding her, the soft cami slick against her hips.  As he pulled
her back, pulling her against him, she could feel his long body pressed
against her.  She could  -~really -(TM) feel him, she thought, blushing
again.  As he leaned in, nibbling her ear, which continued to just drive
her nuts even if it was her brother, she nodded, somewhat eager to model
another one, though when he mentioned the sheer one, she was momentarily
worried.  It was not dark ...  It was rather bright ...  and sunny...  
-~He would really see! -(TM) Still, she moved, somewhat unsteadily to be
sure, back to the sewing room, with nothing more than a simple  -�Ok Mae!
-�



   Chapter 3: Things get a bit carried away

   Catching her breath, calming down a second, Kimber shivered a little as
she pulled the cami down over her hips, easily slipping the straps over her
arms first.  Standing there in just her panties as she picked up the pale
lace trimmed babydoll, she shook her head.  It was really ...  kinda daring
...  though, looking at the other nightwear they had bought, except for the
white one she had really liked, it might actually be the tamest.

   Shrugging, she pulled it on over her head, settling it around her small,
but not insignificant bosom, and looked at herself critically.  When she
moved, the darker circles of her nipples could be easily seen, though, for
the most part, they were at least partially covered.  Her panties did NOT
match at all, and as she slid them off, seeing how sheer the outfit was,
she was glad it came with a matching pair of brief, but mostly opaque thong
underwear.

   The change complete, she looked at herself for another moment,
considering, wondering if she was crazy to do this, but still driven by
this secret need for approval, and the slight bit of naughty daring that
came with showing herself to her brother.  She took a deep breath and
walked slowly back out into the other room, crossing the floor to stand
near, but not too near, pausing, waiting for him to ask her to turn around
again.   -�Is this ok?? -� she asked, suddenly uncertain and shy, hoping it
was, but really needing to hear that it was ok.  That she looked ok.  That
maybe she looked better than ok.

   Maeson hadn -(TM)t sat back down ...  He continued to stand awaiting
Kimber, eager to see her in one of the most risqu�(C) nighties he had
picked out for her.  As she came into the room, it was if she was nearly
naked; he could easily see the outline of her breasts, Kimber -(TM)s flat
stomach, and the dark curls beneath the sheer thong she was now wearing, 
-�It -(TM)s not just ok, -� he told her meaning it intensely,  -�you look
incredible. -� In fact, it made him hungry for her, his eyes reflecting his
own excitement.

   This time though, Maeson didn -(TM)t ask Kimber to turn around, nor did
he circle her himself.  He wanted his sister in some capacity, he was just
not sure  -~how -(TM) yet.  Ordering her to him was a a start and he was
going to take some time to enjoy his sister,  -�Kiki, come here, -� he
ordered her, pointing directly in front of him and invoking her childhood
name, again, hoping for similar results.  He kept his finger pointing to
the floor in front of him so she would know exactly where to go.

   She watched him standing there, almost devouring her with his eyes, and
telling her she looked incredible.  It was the most satisfying response she
could have hoped for.  Nervous, exposed, definitely uncertain, she had
never dared be so open, so revealing, but there just seemed to be something
about Maeson, or herself perhaps, that made her do things that many would
deem improper, or something a  -~good girl -(TM) should not do.  At that
moment, she could have cared less what good girls did., He said she was
incredible!

   When he didn -(TM)t move, or order her to turn around, she wasn -(TM)t
sure, maybe he was just saying that she looked nice.  But then he ordered
her over to him.  She thought it was a bit, well, abrupt, but something in
his tone seemed to waken something inside of her, and she felt herself
beginning to soak her thin panties.  This was turning her on so much, she
had no idea being looked at could be so powerful!  Her nipples felt like
little rock hard diamonds, and she was sure they were poking through the
lacy cups.  She moved forward, almost without realizing that she was
obeying him, curious, even eager, to find out what he wanted.

   She moved close to him, very close as he kept pointing to a spot right
in front of him, giving her a little look when she had stopped a foot or so
away.  As she took the last half step forward, she could almost feel the
heat coming from him, she felt so close.

   He reached out for her, pulling his little sister against him firmly. 
His hands slid around Kimber, down her back, but instead of just tracing
the edge of her bottom, he grabbed her ass and pulled her pelvis into his
erection.  Maeson had one hand brazenly on each cheek of her ass and he
squeezed them using them to bring her even closer to him, almost grinding
her to him.   -�This is how incredible you look, -� he told her his voice
dropping to a husky sex charged tone as he stared down at her, into her
eyes,  -�this is what you do to me sis. -�

   Then he let go with one hand, but still using the other to hold onto her
ass.  Her skin felt cool to him, a reminder that they were still in the
basement in his bedroom with the bed directly behind them, but the cool
temperature still made him that much more turned on.  With his free hand,
he reached for Kimber -(TM)s chin, tipping her head up to his face, leaned
down and kissed her hungrily.  This time, unlike last night, Maeson poured
his lust into the kiss, saying with his lips and tongue how much taboo
desire he had for his little sister.

   She had stood there only a moment, before Maeson -(TM)s hands were
running down her back, holding her, then pulling her hard against him. 
Hard against his ...  hardness.  She knew she was wet, so wet that it
scared her a bit, and when he pulled her tight, she was sure he would be
able to tell, and she was a bit mortified.

   But, as he tilted her head, and claimed her mouth with his, she was
lost. This was unlike anything she had ever hoped to feel before.  Whether
it was because it was Maeson and taboo, or because he was just so good, the
intensity with which he was claiming her mouth sent her body into another
rushing swoon.  If she thought she was quivering with ripeness before, she
was sure that she was doubly so now.

   He said she was incredible, and his ...  hardness ...  was due to that,
and she was heady with the discovery of such a powerful ability, though
completely lost, and captured in his large arms.  His hard was firmly on
her practically bare behind.  Keeping her close.  Keeping his thickness
pressed incessantly against her.

   Pausing between kisses, she mumbled,  -�Oh, god ...  oh ...  shuuugggg
-� as she kissed him again, her mind almost going blank as she swirled
under the intense pleasure.  As they finally broke for another moment, she
almost giggled as she commented, looking down shyly,  -�I guess you do like
it ...  good thing ...  you BOUGHT it! -�

   Still unsure, this was such new territory for her.  Kimber did little
but stay close, running her arms slowly around his back, holding onto the
back of his shoulders as he held her, pulling her close, their faces still
near.

    -�Well, if I didn -(TM)t like the nightie, I still would have it bad
for you, -� Maeson growled before he pulled Kimber into another short
hungry kiss.  Stepping backwards, he sat on the bed pulling Kimber with
him, into his lap, back in contact with his erection so it was now squarely
beneath her.  For the moment, Kimber -(TM)s was his and he intended to sip
from her like he would a fine wine.

   With her now sitting on his lap, one arm was around her waist holding
her to his chest as his newly freed hand gripped her thigh.  She felt so
small and hot in his hands,  -�You realize, I don -(TM)t think you -(TM)ve
thanked your brother properly for taking you shopping Kiki, -� he informed
her.  He was teasing her sort of, but it was also his way of also putting
his mark down on what Maeson was quickly coming to think of as his
territory.  Running his fingers lightly up and down Kimber -(TM)s naked
thigh, he crept further inward, further towards the sheer panties covering
her sex.   -�You do like them, don -(TM)t you? -� he asked having no doubt
that she did, but it was a game of teasing.   -�In fact, I think this
deserves a new rule, a rule of gratitude.  When your brother does something
nice for you, you should do something to thank him. -�

   Flowing back onto the bed with him, now astride him, Kimber was caught
up in the powerful feelings of the moment.   -~Ohmygod, that -(TM)s his...
penis pressing into me! -(TM)

   As he spoke, teasing her, praising her, keeping her off center a bit,
she nodded, realizing that she had probably not said thank you.   -�Thank
you... -� she began to say, stopping when he kept on talking, his hands now
moving in very, very, interesting ways along her sensitive thighs.

    -�Oh ...  yes, I should ...  it -(TM)s only right ...  a good rule...
-� she said slowly, pushing back against his hardness.  Thinking hard, she
was pretty sure he did not want words, and with her body on fire, and his
thankfully still covered, she was tempted, very tempted.

    -�How can I thank you ...  oh Maeson dear... -� she said overly
sweetly, before lowering her tone, and saying a bit huskier,  -�Maybe, like
this...  ? -� she asked, pressing her hips more firmly back against his,
and obviously rocking her hips against his shaft, running her butt up and
down it just a few inches.

   Gasping a bit at her own audacity, she looked down at his hands, on her
thighs, almost framing her privates, and continued.

    -�Or ...  um ...  maybe... -� she said, slowly lifting the hem of the
nightie, up, up, up above the line of her panties, their dampness now
easily visible to her, her bottom completely exposed except for the thin
fabric.

   Having Kimber grind on his cock, he couldn -(TM)t help but think it was
a good thing he had kept his proverbial pants on.  He could feel her firm
young bottom shifting on his cock, exciting him.  Her own excitement and
arousal was heady and made him growl.  If they didn -(TM)t have that bare
barrier, he was sure that Kimber would have ended up face down and ass up
on his bed for sure.

    -�A present, for me? -� he said asked his voice husky as her panties
were revealed.  Slowly, not rushing, he drew lines with his finger right up
to her sex, then he traced the edges of Kimber -(TM)s panties.  Up and down
just barely dancing along the edge,  -�Are you wet for me little sister? -�
He couldn -(TM)t help but add the little sister, it was the taboo that
pushed all of this beyond the beyond.   -�Are you giving me this wet little
pussy as a thank you? -�

   Maeson looked into Kimber -(TM)s eyes as he slid his finger over the
thin panties for the first time gently massaging her wet quim.  He only
teased her for a short while though before he cupped her sex his strong
fingers making a slow circle as the palm of his hand pressed against Kimber
-(TM)s sex both fingers and palm grinding slowly,  -�You realize I might
not give it back, -� he advised her and for the moment he meant it.

   God, it felt good, engorged with arousal, wet with her own excitement,
his fingers stroking the panties slick now just at the entrance, but still
observing the barrier.

   Breathing hard, Kimber held that sheer babydoll up, bravely, daringly,
lewdly letting herself be seen, only a thin, almost completely sheer bit of
fabric hiding her most secret place.  Why she felt so compelled to do this
with her brother was lost on her.  One thing had seemed to lead to another,
his words seeming so intense, or his actions, something, kept pulling her
onwards, her body aroused to a level she could not quite understand until
now.  She was quivering on the edge of something that threatened to
overwhelm her and all she could do was hold her nightie high, and wait.

   She was rewarded.

   As his hands slowly traced their way around and along her panties, his
fingertips tracing every inch, every edge, she felt herself getting even
wetter, if that was possible.  And when his words teased her, asking her if
she was wet ...  for him ...  she had to nod.   -�Gawd ...  yessssss ...  I
don -(TM)t know why ...  but yesssss... -�

   As his hand covered the fabric, and for the first time began to touch at
the secrets beneath it, she truly was giving it to him.  If he wanted to
see it, or to touch it, she was thanking him.   -�Yes, If you want ...  I
will... -� she answered his question, letting him know it was okay, even if
she was still quavering and uncertain.

   She felt his hand, now cupping her, holding her softest part in the full
of his hand, and she knew that she was making his hand wet with her juices,
soaked through the thin panties.  It was all so good, so intense, she could
not help but press against his hand, releasing a low moan of frustratingly
unsure desire.

   Moving her hips back and forth, ever so slightly, she moved against his
hand, feeling the pressure, feeling her lips open, and even more wetness
stain her panties.  Gasping, she cried out as she felt the heel of his hand
pressing against her swollen little nub.

   Maeson continued his ministrations.  His palm providing a surface for
Kimber to grind against.  His fingers tickled her swollen pussy through the
sheer fabric.  His middle finger made slow circles through her panties
teasing at her wet opening.  The one that was opening for him.  Throughout
the entire thing he watched her, his eyes intense and sexually supercharged
as he focused on Kimber writhing in pleasure on his hand alone.

   He had his little sister rutting against his hand like a bitch in heat,
and it felt awesome.

    -�What do you want? -� Maeson asked Kimber, taking a moment to push his
finger deliberately into her opening wet hole.  Long ago Maeson had learned
that he was addicted to control.  He craved it as much as he did a release.
Craved it as much as making his partner orgasm.  To take Kimber from cute
little sister to a gyrating ball of sexual pleasure was nirvana all to
itself.  To get her to offer herself to her own brother was ecstasy.  
-�Tell me what you want, -� he encouraged her, changing from his palm to
his thumb pressed against her swollen nub.  Stroking it up and down in time
with his fingers.

   Ultimately, he wanted to get Kimber to a place where he was making her
beg for his cock.  Till she was begging for a whole new type of brotherly
love.  To a whole new level of incestual taboo while teasing her mentally
as much as physically.  He wanted to send Kimber to bed tonight thinking of
him in the most carnal way possible.

    -�Want? -� she mumbled, pressing against his hand.  She was lost in
this strange sensation, she knew that.  Looking at him, biting her lip, she
somehow knew this was wrong, and still right.  At least, it felt right.  It
felt, oh so good.  As his hand continued to move, pressing her, beginning
to press harder, she could feel the fabric pressing in, his fingers
pushing, probing, finding.  She was so wet and hot, and he could feel her
...  she was so ...  wound...

    -�Want your ...  touch -� she said finally, not used to saying what she
wanted, it was hard.  She was just thanking him, showing herself, letting
him see, and the next thing she knew, his hand had her ...  had her tight,
and she wanted nothing more that to let him touch her, everywhere ...  if
she dared.

    -�Yes ...  mm ...  I -(TM)m just thanking -(TM) she gasped at his
deeper touch,  -�you ...  like you asked...  ? -�

   Maeson had to chuckle to himself though he never let it touch his face
lest Kimber might misconstrue it.  He was caught by the fact that his own
little sister was a bit naive to beg for his cock, at least so far.  At
least he could change his game somewhat and introduce her a little.  
-�Perhaps I can show you, -� he murmured as he slowed his stroking so he
could move her panties aside,  -�I want to be inside of you, -� with his
fingers and let his now very slick middle finger start to sink in.

    -�Do you need this?, -� he finished as he moved his finger slowly
inside of her.  Maeson took it easy though, unsure if Kimber was still a
virgin or not.  However, he figured a finger was safe.  Slowly he moved
around in a circle, and then as deep as her wet little hole would allow. 
Like an animal caught in bright headlights, Kimber was stunned into
immobility and held there.  His hand was on her ...  privates, and the
feelings running through her were so overpowering that she was heady with
desire.  Filled with an unknown want.

   As an  -~ohmygawd -(TM) escaped her mouth when he pulled her panties to
the side and slid a finger over her slippery wetness, the intensity of his
touch doubled.  This was so much better than when she was alone playing
with herself.  It was ...  awesome did not seem to do the feeling justice.

   Pressing against his hand with her bare sex now, she could feel every
little movement, every twisting angle of his cupped hand over her soft
places.  His finger began to dart in, daringly, and she moaned in answer.

    -�Oh ...  um ...  yes ...  I thought ...  oh god ...  yess... -� she
said, not making much sense.  She was a bit out of her depth.  Her intense
reactions to how he talked, moved, the way he looked when she was modeling
the outfits, they all had led her to this point.  A point she had not
consciously desired, but now that it was happening, she could not deny the
pleasure.  She put a small hand on his shoulder, holding herself up, as her
knees buckled a little from the pleasure.  She was so wet, she hoped he was
not grossed out...

   Without actually knowing what Kimber was thinking, and so sexually
charged by her, Maeson told Kimber,  -�I love how wet you are for me, and I
want more of you. -� Maeson claimed more as well, bit by bit he gently
delved deeper.  His finger alternated between circles that would open her
up and small incremental dives with his finger that slid further in.  He
was already farther in her than he intended this day, and he loved that she
loved it.

   Maeson held her close, with his arm now around her shoulder.  He pressed
Kimber dominantly to his chest as she was cradled in his lap.  He was
determined to not let go of her physically or sexually,  -�Cum for me, -�
he ordered her,  -�I want to feel you cum all over my finger. -� Listening
as closely as he could, Maeson tried to time the intensity and enthusiasm
of finger fucking his little sister with the moans or wriggling that she
gave him for signs.

   He ached to release his hard-on.  To roll her onto the bed and take her,
but he wasn -(TM)t going to.  This time it was for Kimber, for his love for
his sister, and the need to secure her further to him.  He wanted to
possess his little sister, to make her his, and he was going to tease her
there to get it.  Kimber was giving him something that none of the girls at
school had given him.  Herself.

   Riding the delicious wave of pleasure, Kimber was gasping now, stunned
at the intensity, but latching onto it, wanting it, wanting more of it. 
Holding herself up against him, her small hand dwarfed by his strong
shoulder, she felt him pull her close, even closer, cradling her as his
hand drove her to madness between her legs.

    -�Oh ...  shit ...  yes ...  Maeson ...  mmmm ...  so good ...  so ...
gooood -� she moaned, her eyes closed, her nightie clad body an
afterthought as she let him hold her, let him touch her, let him make her
...  cum.

   Hearing his words, almost an order to cum, she felt her pleasure
intensify as if she truly wanted to cum for him.   -�Oh, gawd, I am ... 
almost ...  don -(TM)t stop ...  just ...  don -(TM)t ...  stop -� she
gasped out between rocks of her hips.  Biting her lip to keep from
screaming out.  Faster she moved, faster, feeling it.  Clutching onto him
tight now as the wave finally crashed over her and she flooded his hand
with a final release of her juices.  Her overly sensitive skin now shooting
intense bolts of pleasure all through her.   -�Fu fu fu fu fuggg -� she
gasped, collapsing into his body.  Her whole body was shaking and
shivering.

   Maeson felt another overpowering urge to roll over and dump Kimber on
the bed, grab her by the hips and plant himself inside of her.

   He resisted, barely, telling himself that eventually he would indeed do
that.   -�God, you are so sexy, -� he growled into her hair as he squeezed
her using some of his greater male strength to press her into him, but not
enough to crush her.  He wanted her to feel safe, not overwhelmed.  Just so
she had an idea of his power, especially his power over her.  God, he
wanted her like no one else.

   Moving his fingers slowly, he fucked her gently a little bit more, then
withdrew, ever aware of his steel hard cock pressed against her, leaving a
wet mark of her excitement on his jeans.  With his other hand, he drew her
to him and held Kimber by her legs.  He wanted her.  He loved her.  He
wanted to make Kimber feel wanted.   -�So, was that worth a shopping trip?
-� he asked her huskily while gently moving her away from his body.  He did
so, not only to give her a moment to recover, but for himself as well, lest
he lose control and dump her roughly onto the bed.

   Kimber was floating, slowly coming back down to earth and starting to
realize where she was, and what she had done.  Sensing his substantial
presence all around, she felt both protected and scared.  Scared to imagine
what could have happened.  What could still happen.  It was all so new, and
scary.  Moving to get away, she could feel him holding her tight for a long
moment, squeezing in a bit of a hug as she came back to herself.

   Blushing, she felt his hand leaving her insides, his fingers pulling out
of her.  The sensation was still one of sensual delight, but now tinged
with nervousness.  Realizing an understanding of how out of control she had
let herself get.  Something about Maeson just seemed to command her, as
well as accentuate her arousal.  Like gasoline on a banked fire, he had lit
something within her.

    -�Yes, ummm, you could say that! -� she said, blushing to the roots of
her hair.  Looking down and seeing her brief panties pulled to the side,
leaving wisps of her hair exposed to the daylight, she began to feel
underdressed.  Her sensual outfit was at odds with her nervousness.  But
she did not want to alarm him.  It had been wonderful.  It was just ... 
overwhelming.

    -�I, uhm, gotta, you know ...  pee ...  I -(TM)ll be right back -� she
said, leaning off his lap, towards the sewing room, intent on grabbing her
-~real -(TM) clothes before heading upstairs to hide in the bathroom a
minute or two.  She could deal with the rest of her outfits after she got
ahold of herself ...  At least that was her thought as she moved away from
the powerful presence of Maeson.

   Maeson let Kimber untangle herself, after all peeing after doing
something like this was good.  It was healthy, but he really needed some
relief.  For his own pleasure.  Besides, he did not think she was going to
burst right there as she stood in his room.

   Shifting, he couldn -(TM)t help but become aware of his own predicament.
Perhaps he wasn -(TM)t going to screw his sister right now, but he did want
some release.  In fact, the more he thought of it, the more he wanted to
receive some attention from her.  Mom and Dad were still several hours away
from coming home, and he had a hard-on that could be used for a battering
ram.  So Maeson didn -(TM)t let her slip off his lap, though he did make
enough space for himself.

    -�Hold off, -� he told Kimber, his tone fun, but it was certainly an
order.  He didn -(TM)t want her out of the nightie just yet.   -�I need
something from you, -� reaching down between her legs and his he took ahold
of his zipper and pushed it down.  Than taking Kimber -(TM)s hand he guided
it between her thighs till her fingers were just inside of his jeans.  
-�Fair is fair, -� he explained,  -�you took from me, now I need you to
take care of me. -� Then he pegged her a look, just to drive the point
home,  -�You weren -(TM)t going to just leave me high and dry, were you? 
You aren -(TM)t just going to roll over and go to sleep on me? -� Maeson
accused, teasing her.  Unsure if she would understand the social stereotype
joke.

   Kimber shook her head, even though she was indeed going to leave him 
-~high and dry -(TM), it was all a bit ...  much.  Captured like a little
bird, she sat there, her hand on his obviously hard penis, and wondered if
she could, if she should, if she, wanted to.  This was so far beyond
anything she had imagined this day being like...

   Her hand cool and unmoving, she could feel his hardness, his intensity,
and she was stunned into immobility for a long minute.  Squeezing with her
hand, she held him, but was unable to actually stroke him, like she was
sure he wanted.  If she did that, well, then she would be a slut ...  or
something.   -~Only a slut would stroke her own brother -(TM)s cock! -(TM).
Sensing his impatience, and his intense gaze only scaring her, she started
to move her hand, slowly and inexpertly.

    -�S-sorry... -� she said sibilantly, starting to feel a bit
underdressed, but unable to escape.  It was her fault after all that he was
this way.

   Maeson shivered, Kimber -(TM)s hand felt cool and delicate on his
privates.  The perfect complement to his raging hot hard-on.   -�You
-(TM)re doing ok Sis, -� he said groaning softly.   -�Your hand feels
amazing, just take it out first, or ...  move over, -� It was tricky but he
started undoing his jeans the rest of the way, and shifted his little
sister onto the bed out of the way.  With Kimber off to the side, he was
able to remove his shorts and jeans the rest of the way.  His cock now
stood at attention, waving back and forth like an uneasy flag pole.

   Moving slowly, as if on auto pilot, Kimber let him set her bottom on the
bed, as he lowered his jeans, sliding them off of his hips, dragging his
briefs with them.  As his cock sprang into view, she had to look, though
she blushed with embarrassment immediately.  It was such a shocking sight.
She darted her gaze away after a second, disturbed, awkward with the sudden
intimacy, before returning to watching him.  As he lay back, and stroked
himself a couple times, she could feel the fabric of the bed under her bare
legs, her wispy panties protecting, and concealing, nothing.

   Jeans gone, Maeson laid back on his bed beside Kimber and spread his
legs a bit so he had room,  -�This will be easier.  Now you can see it, and
see what you are doing -�.  To help out, he reached down and started
stroking his own cock, guessing that she likely hadn -(TM)t played with too
many guys,  -�Take it something like this, and put your fingers here, -� as
he let her see where he liked his fingers to be.  Watching her, his fingers
traveled up and down his shaft, and he asked,  -�Have you stroked a guy off
before? -�

   Leaning over, letting her hand take over from his, she nodded her head,
-�A couple times, but ...  um ...  not like this ...  all ...  laid out -�
she said, blushing a bit.  His penis was so very hard and twitching.  She
loved how it felt, but she was just so unsure.  It was one thing to show
off a bit by letting him touch her, and now this.  She had to control
herself ...  but he was so commanding.  It seemed like she should just
relax and it would be ok.  He would not hurt her, and it -(TM)s not like
real sex or anything...

   Stroking more confidently, moving a bit closer, she watched her hand
rise up and down the shaft, marveling at how hard it was, how warm.  She
looked to his face to see if she was doing it right as she moved her other
hand to hold the base of his prick.

    -�Oooooh Kimber, -� Maeson leaned back and closed his eyes.  This was
just too much, in a good way though.  He was so keyed up it felt like his
prick was alive.  With each upward and downward stroke, it felt like she
was packing pleasure which flowed up the rest of his body into the end of
his dick,  -�You -(TM)re amazing, -� he groaned.   -�You looked amazing. 
You are turning me on so much.  You know, watching you have an orgasm was
one of the sexiest things I -(TM)ve ever seen. -�

   Picking his head up again he watched his sister in the sheer baby doll
jacking him off, his half closed eyes eating her up.   -�This is what you
do to me Kimber, -� he confessed,  -�ever since you picked me up, I can
-(TM)t help but think of you. -� Not wanting to scare her, Maeson did keep
the rest of his impure thoughts of fucking her to himself as he spread his
legs a little wider, pushing his naked leg against his sister and her
amazingly soft skin.   -�You feel amazing, -�

   He just wasn -(TM)t able to keep his hands to himself either.  Reaching
out, he stroked her bare skin, his fingers alive, his own skin rough in
comparison to that butter smooth sensation.

   Kimber -(TM)s eyes were big, as if surprised, as she watched her hands
touch her brother -(TM)s long hard shaft.  One hand continued to stroke it
slowly up and down, squeezing it as she moved, watching the head flare up,
getting bigger with every stroke upwards.  She felt him move against her,
his words telling of his appreciation, telling her she was pretty, and she
struggled to accept this odd behavior of hers.  Her passion having subsided
a bit after her orgasm, she was feeling more than a bit exposed.  She was
sure that he could see  -~everything -(TM) as she sat there playing with
his privates.  Still, she did not move, she did not try to escape.  She was
drawn to do as he asked, to touch him like he practically ordered her to.
And so she did, even though she was more than a little nervous and
self-conscious!  She just did not dress like this ...  especially in
daylight ...  and more especially in front of family!

   As she lifted and moved his balls a bit, feeling their odd shape,
marveling at how they seemed almost alive, she could feel him tensing, his
legs pressing against her knee and thigh.  Intently she watched his body,
watched his ...  cock ...  as she stroked faster and faster, lifting up his
balls, holding them against the base of his cock, lightly squeezing them in
her hand.   -�Are you ...  gonna ...  you know...  ? -�

    -�I -(TM)m getting close.  I -(TM)m getting real close,  -� Maeson
rotated his hips occasionally thrusting into Kimber -(TM)s hands, his free
hand stroking her bare leg.   -�Oh god sis, I -(TM)m going to cum for you,
-� he could feel it, the excitement so great now that it was translating
into physical sensation that went beyond that throbbing.  He felt so full
he could explode,  -�Fuck yeah, I cumming! -�

   Going rigid a moment later, his cum squirted from the end of his cock.
The excitement made him cum once, twice, then a third time that shot out in
as long jet before being followed by several more dribbling.  lesser
orgasms.  The euphoria washed over him, and he rode the wave of erotic
release that happened each time that he came.

   Kimber -(TM)s gaze was locked on Maeson -(TM)s hard cock as she stroked
him faster and faster.  A bit of slippery wetness slipped down from the
head, making her strokes that much more pleasing.  When he gasped out that
he was going to  -~cum -(TM), she watched, sensing his excitement in the
throbbing hardness she held.  As he began to shoot, his stuff spraying up
and out, she felt a twinge of something deep inside, making her love the
sensation.

   As he continued to spew, some of the wet gooey substance dropped onto
her hand.  Lifting up her hand suddenly, she looked at his cum covering a
bit of her hand.  She let his cock stand by itself, slowly dropping down
onto his chest as it seemed to lose some of its urgency.

    -�Oh.  Wow -� she said, unable to stop looking at it, the quivering
shaft so unlike her own body, all probing and pushing out from his body. 
Her pleasure was found deep inside of herself.  His seemed to be  -~out
there -(TM), right in front of god and everyone, quivering and quaking into
an orgasm.   -~Wow! -(TM) She couldn -(TM)t believe she just did that.  To
be honest, she can -(TM)t quite believe half of what she -(TM)d been doing
since Maeson got back ...  He just had a way of making her go along.

   Looking up at him lying there spent ...  she slowly stood up, and walked
slowly to the sewing room.  Not looking back, she quickly picked up her
clothes where she had laid them when changing, and headed upstairs, leaving
the shopping bags for later.

   Much Later, as she lay in bed, after Maeson had come in for an almost
perfunctory good night kiss, Kimber hugged her pillow hard against her
stomach and felt as if she had perhaps ruined everything.  Sisters were not
supposed to act like that with their brother.  She was sure that he was now
going to think she is either some sort of slut, or some deranged pervert
that was lusting after their own brother.  And it had been going so well,
too.