Date: Wed, 11 May 2011 20:32:09 -0700
From: Taboo <anewtaboo@gmail.com>
Subject: Head of the Household Chapter 3

DISCLAIMER: The following is a work of fiction revolving around incest
as well as consensual teen sexual explorations. All appropriate
warnings apply.

Feedback always appreciated: anewtaboo at gmail dot com.

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Our story so far:

Holt is a responsible, mature 18-year old that is the head of his
household. After their irresponsible druggie dad ran off and mom died
in drunken single car accident, Holt gained guardianship of his
brother Kyle (15) and his twin sisters Blain and Becca (16).

But things are getting complicated. After a strange sexual dream
involving Kyle's girlfriend Cassie (14) as well as his little brother,
Holt starts to realize the sexual tension and stress he is under. Kyle
meets his girlfriend Cassie at school and she reminds him about a
party she's hosting on Friday. After swim practice, Kyle has an
interesting talk with his friend and crush Andy (16) in the locker
room at school. He invites Andy to Cassie's party and also makes plans
to meet up with him on Sunday at Andy's house. Kyle goes to Cassie's
house where they pleasure one another orally while her parents are
out. Oh, and did we mention Blaine and Becca are shown to have a
tendency to use each other for sexual release?

Yes, things will be interesting.

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Chapter 3

Holt climbed the stairs to the two-bedroom apartment he shared with
his younger brother Kyle and his twin sisters Becca and Blaine. It was
Thursday night and he was exhausted. It had been an unusually hot day
for early May and all he could think about was getting in the shower
and washing off the grime.

"Hello?" he called out as he opened the door.

"Hey bro," Kyle called from the living room.

"Hey bud," Holt kicked off his boots and put them in the closet along
with his tool belt. "Where are the girls?"

"Blaine teaches yoga tonight, remember. She already came and went. And
Becca..." Kyle just shrugged.

Holt understood completely. Becca tended to be flighty and marched to
the beat of her own drum. He really liked her independent nature and
free spirit. It helped offset his innate sense of responsibility and
habit of being a bit too uptight. Even though the energetic 16-year
old could be a pain, he also knew she was responsible enough to avoid
trouble, or at least call if she found it.

"I'm off to the shower," Holt said. "Will you start dinner?"

"Sure, I was planning to heat up the leftovers if that's okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine," Holt called down the hall. He stopped in the
kitchen and grabbed the last soda out of the fridge. Kyle must have
left it for him. He was a good kid at 15, in spite of the raging
hormones. "Do you need to use the bathroom before I shower?

"Nah, I'm good," said Kyle.

Holt went into the bathroom and finished the soda. He stripped down
and tossed his dirty work clothes in the hamper. One of the few
pleasures Holt allowed himself was the occasional long, hot shower. He
planned to set the shower head on massage and let it blast away some
of the tension. He even pulled a fresh towel out of the hall cabinet
to use.

Climbing in the shower, Holt closed the curtain and started it up. It
felt great. Grabbing the soap he started to lather up his muscular
chest and arms. Holt was tall, about 6'2 and a ripped 210 lbs. He'd
always been a bigger guy and had played football and wrestled in high
school. Even though he'd be only 19 in a couple of weeks on his
birthday, he looked considerably older than his age. Most people who
didn't know him pegged him at 24 or 25.

His looks actually ended up helping him win guardianship of his
siblings after their mother died. The judge initially thought he was
too young, but when she saw Holt, his demeanor and stoic attitude, she
had changed her mind. It also helped convince the foreman of the
construction crew Holt was working on at the time as a summer job to
bump him up from part-time to full-time over the summer "for a trial."
And Holt had worked his ass off. The bosses liked him because he was
safe and efficient. The other guys on the crew respected not only his
work but even more what he was doing for his siblings.

The time in the shower was great, letting the grit and stress of the
day wash off. He soaped up his legs and back, and washed between his
tight ass cheeks. His soapy hands found his cock, and started stroking
it casually. After the wet dream episode involving Cassie and Kyle
from last night, he thought a nice jerk off might be just what he
needed. His meaty, thick seven and a half inch cock started to get
firm. He loved the feeling of the foreskin sliding back and forth over
the head. He ran his hand over the head and rotated. Damn that felt
nice. Slowly he pumped from the thick base as it tapered to the head.
A former girlfriend had fondly called it "The Wedge" for good reason.

He closed his eyes and fantasized. One of the things he'd always liked
was orgy and gang-bang porn. Now, he was visualizing his brother's
girlfriend Cassie on her knees with three guys around her. She has
sucking Holt's cock as best she could while stroking the other cocks
on either side of her. Occasionally the men would rotate, and she'd
suck one of the other cocks while stroking Holt.

He was fully erect under the stream of hot water now, and his cock
drooping at its familiar downward slope. God, why hadn't he been doing
this for the last few months? Now he was visualizing Cassie on all
fours. She was on top of him with his cock in her pussy while another
cock was pounding her tight 14-year old asshole. When the third cock
was presented to her, she hungrily gobbled it into her mouth. The
strangers hands held her by her long, curly red hair as the dude
started fucking her face.

The angle Holt preferred in porn was from below, and this is how he
imaged his point of view. Cassie's mouth and throat bulged grotesquely
as the anonymous thick cock pistoned into her face. She was slobbering
all over the shaft, large strands broke off and landed on Holt's
chest.

God, he was close to cumming. He imaged the cock coming closer to his
face. Cassie pulled her mouth off the thick glistening tool, and
smiled that devilish grin at Holt.  Grabbing the strange cock, she
angled it down toward his lips. "Your turn. Suck this cock for me,"
she whispered sexily.

In his mind, Holt willingly opened his mouth to suck the cock. He
imagined the taste of precum and young girl spit mingling in his mouth
as the smooth head rubbed over his tongue. He'd never thought about
being into sucking dick, but after last night's dream about sucking
off Kyle, he wasn't so sure.

He fantasized that Cassie and he would take turns, sucking back and
forth. He pounded her pussy as another cock fucked her ass. He could
feel the other cock rub along his shaft. There it is, he
thought...that's going to get my nut. He stroked faster until he was
almost over the edge.

It was then he heard the bathroom door open. All fantasies instantly
evaporated and he grew red faced.

"Heh...HEY!" He called over the shower curtain. "Kyle! I thought you
said you didn't need to use the can."

"He doesn't, but I do!" It was Becca. Holt really couldn't see much
more than silhouettes beyond the semi-opaque shower curtain. He
certainly hoped the same was true from that side.

Being a family of four in a small apartment was difficult. It was even
more trying with two teenage twin girls. And when one of them was
Becca, forget about it. The bathroom wasn't really a refuge; it was a
thorough fare. As a rule, the door was generally left unlocked unless
someone was on the toilet since showering didn't really interfere with
other activities. The only unspoken rule was no number two's while
someone else was in the shower. Long ago they had lost their
discomfort of peeing while a sibling was bathing, or brushing their
teeth or doing her makeup.

Or, Holt was discovering, trying to jack off discretely in the shower.

Holt heard the lid of the toilet rise as Becca pissed. She wiped and
stood up, closing the lid.

"Don't..." Holt called, but it was too late. Becca flushed.

"Eeeeey!" He jumped back as the temperature in the shower increased
exponentially. One of the drawbacks to living in a decent place with
affordable rent was that if the toilet flushed when someone was in the
shower, they'd get a bit of a scald.

"Ohhh! Sorry Holt! I forgot!" Becca sucked in air between her teeth.
She was legitimately apologetic. "Are you okay?'

"Yes, I'm fine," he barked. "But would you just finish up and get out
of here?" It came across gruffer than he had intended.

"Yeesh. I said I was sorry. Don't be such a grump about it," she
replied "And I'm not leaving. I need to do my make up."

"What?!? Can't you do that in your room?" Holt asked.

"I could, but the light is better in here," Becca responded. "Why, are
you yearning for private time?" she teased. Yes, he thought to
himself. Some private time is exactly what I need.

"God Holt," Becca scolded. "I can't see a thing in here. Why don't you
turn on the vent fan when you shower?" He heard her flip on the fan
and the squeak of a towel being rubbed over the mirror over the sink.

Obviously his hopes of resuming his masturbatory fantasies were
dashed. He stood in the now tolerably temperate water and watched his
nasty mental images and boner seemingly go down the drain with the
water.

"I'm cracking the door too. It's like a sauna in here," she said peevishly.

"Well, I LIKE it like a sauna in here. Not that it matters to you."

"Whatever." She sounded already over it. "What's with the mood, big
bro?" Holt knew she was busy putting on eyeliner or something.

"Nothing, just...never mind. Forget it. Exhausted from work is all," he
grumbled. He shut off the water and poked his arm out around the
shower curtain to grab his towel off the rack. It was gone. She must
have grabbed it to wipe the condensation off the mirror.

"Bec, can you give me my towel please?"

"Just a sec."

Holt leaned against the shower wall, as several secs went by.

"Sometime tonight would be nice, please!" he called.

"Ugh!" she grunted with annoyance. He was waiting for the towel to
come over the top of the curtain, but suddenly Becca poked her head
around the curtain into the tub and gave him the stink eye, towel in
hand.

"Good god, Becca!" Holt exclaimed, jumping back.

She ignored his protests. "You know how you always tell me patience is
a virtue?" She tilted her head and frowned. "Practice what you
preach."

"Just give me the towel...please." Holt stood with his hands over his
mostly, but not completely flaccid penis.

"What? Like I haven't seen you naked before? Brother, please." She
rolled her eyes.

"Bec!"

"Fine, whatever. Here!" She held the towel out and Holt snatched it.
Becca closed the shower curtain and mumbled half to herself, but loud
enough for Holt to hear, "There's not much to see anyway."

Holt glowered at her from behind the curtain.

. . . . .

After Becca had finished touching up and left the bathroom, Holt
stepped out of the shower and finished drying off. He still had a bit
of a chubby working and thought about finishing the job he'd started
in the shower. But he knew that the kids might be suspicious and
decided against it.

Suddenly Holt realized that he hadn't gotten a change of clothes
before showering. While it wasn't unusually for any of them to walk
around the apartment in a towel after bathing, with his semi hard-on
he felt a bit awkward. Plus the towel he'd snagged wasn't all that
large. When he wrapped it around him it barely came all the way around
and left a lot of leg and butt cheek exposed after tucked together at
the side. Wonderful, he thought. Maybe I can get to the room without
anyone noticing. He opened the door and stepped out.

Unfortunately he could hear Kyle, Blaine and Becca all in the kitchen.
He knew he'd have to walk past them to get to his room for a change of
clothes. There was nothing else to do but traipse through the house,
try to move quickly and maybe no one would notice.

No such luck. As soon as he came into sight of the kitchen Kyle called out.

"Hey Holt, can I ask you something?"

Cripes. Holt sighed and stood in the entryway of the kitchen. Becca
was sitting on the counter eating a salad out of a bowl while Kyle and
Blaine - Becca's twin sister - were finishing heating up leftovers.

"Yeah, what is it Kyle?"

"Tomorrow night Cassie is having some people over and wanted to know
if I could come."

Holt furrowed his brow. "A party?

"No, not really," explained Kyle. "Just a low-key thing. A few people.
Her parents will be there and everything. She even invited Becca and
Blaine."

"Oh, well, then I guess that would be okay," said Holt.

"Awesome! Thanks Holt," Kyle enthused. "It should be fun since my
friend Andy is coming over too."

Blaine perked up at this. She was definitely curious about this new
guy Andy had told her about and wanted to meet him.

"I'm down," said Blaine. "How about you Becca?"

"Eh...we'll see." Becca didn't sound remotely interested, Kyle observed,
and was actually a little relieved.

"Just one more thing, Holt. Would it be okay if we have the car
tomorrow? Since Blaine just got her license, she can drive."

Holt thought about it. Blaine was very responsible, and Kyle wasn't
remotely a hellion either. Since he couldn't think of a reason to deny
it, Holt nodded. "Sure, that's fine. Now can I go change?"

"You'd better," said Becca not looking up from her salad. "That tea
towel you're sporting isn't hiding much." Both Kyle and Blaine had to
stifle a giggle.

"Ha, ha," said Holt dryly as he rounded the corner and ducked into the
room he shared with Kyle.

He dropped the towel and pulled on a pair of workout pants and a
t-shirt. Before he left the bedroom he picked up the underwear he had
managed to splooge during last night's wet dream and rolled them in
the towel. He then went back down the hall past the kitchen to the
hamper by the bathroom. He put the underwear in, and then dropped the
towel in too. He'd need to remember to check the size towel he grabbed
next time.

"Ugh," he heard Becca say from the kitchen.

"What is it," asked Blaine.

"The jerk that was supposed to be taking me out tonight just texted
and wants to change it to Friday. What a loser."

"So you're in for the night?" asked Holt coming around the corner.

Becca dropped her phone in her purse and hopped off the counter.
"Yeah, it looks that way." She flashed Holt a grin. "Guess I didn't
need to be in the bathroom that bad after all huh?"

"No. No I guess not," said Holt through gritted teeth. Then he shook
his head and chuckled. Even when she was insufferable, he had a hard
time staying mad at Becca very long.

. . . . .

The family's Audi station wagon wasn't much for style being over 15
years old, but in great shape, reliable and easy to maintain. Holt had
gotten it through his foreman at work whose elderly aunt was moving
into managed care. When she'd shown it to him and it looked like it
was only a year off the showroom floor. It was more than Holt could
afford though. However, after he let slip about what he was trying to
do for his family after their parental disasters, the sweet old thing
had let him have it for next to nothing, and had even filled up the
tank before he drove it off.

It was Friday night and, after getting a final warning from Holt to be
extra careful and be back by midnight, Blaine and Kyle were in the car
headed to Cassie's party. Becca had bowed out since her date had
rescheduled from Thursday.

Kyle was pretty relieved that Becca wasn't coming. He could totally
see her getting a whiff of his curious friendship with Andy and making
things awkward between him and Cassie. Since Blaine already knew and
didn't seem to care all that much, he was at ease.

Upon turning off the main street to the residential roads, Blaine
noticed that Cassie lived in a very nice neighborhood. All the houses
were large and had lush lawns. Decades old trees lined the sidewalks.

Blaine parked on the street in front of the house. There were about
four cars in the driveway already.

"Looks like we aren't the first ones here at least." Blaine had been
askance about leaving to get there right at 8:00 since she tended to
arrive fashionably late. But Kyle has said Cassie wanted them there
early, so she capitulated.

The two of them walked up to the door and rang the bell.

"Hi!" Cassie cried excitedly when she opened the door and saw who it
was. She hugged Kyle and gave him a quick chaste kiss on the lips,
then did the girl hug thing with Blaine. "Come on in."

"God Cassie, that's a cute outfit," said Blaine. Cassie was in
sandals, short shorts and a cute glittery top.

"You too, Blaine. I've always thought you are so beautiful, so
everything looks great on you."

Blaine had gone out of the way tonight. She had worn her hair down
tonight and had on a really pretty yellow sundress that showed off her
tan nicely.

"Where's Becca?" asked Cassie.

"She couldn't make it," said Kyle.

"Oh, that's too bad. Next time hopefully."

The house was surprisingly quiet. "We aren't the first ones?" asked Blaine.

"Oh, yeah. Maybe the last ones too, I don't know," said Cassie. "I
wanted to keep it small anyway since Mom and Dad are here hosting a
poker night."

"So those are all the cars in the driveway? That's fine, we don't
care," said Kyle.

"Yeah, totally," added Blaine.

Cassie walked them into the dinning room where there were snacks and
drinks on the table.

"This is great house," complimented Blaine as they each picked up a soda.

"Yeah, I guess," said Cassie with a shrug. "I think it's too big, but
this is what Mom and Dad want. With just the three of us and I think
it tends to feel empty."

"Really?" said Kyle. He'd always been a bit envious. If his family
lived there they would each have their own room probably. He knew it
had at least two full baths, and another half bath downstairs. "I
don't know, seems nice to me."

"Yeah, it's nice. Nice and huge" said Cassie leading them into the
family room. "Actually, I really like your guys' place. The times I've
been over it always seems so cozy with lots of people around. Most of
the time I'm the only one here with Mom and Dad working so much. There
are some good points for the private time of course," she said winking
at Kyle. "But sometimes it just feels a bit lonely.

Blaine smiled and nodded her head. She realized that even people who
seem to have so much can also feel isolated.

"Hey, do you want to play tennis?"

"You have a tennis court?" asked Kyle.

"No," Cassie said rolling her eyes. "Video tennis you dork."

"Oh, I've never played," said Blaine.

"It's simple. Here, I'll show you." Cassie turned on the system and
proceeded to teach Blaine the basics of the control stick. Soon the
two of them were involved in a game.

"Hey Kyle, is Andy still coming over?" called Cassie while playing.

"He said he was when I texted him the information last night. Let me check."

Kyle sat back on the sofa and pulled out his phone. He punched in a
text message: eta? A few moments later his phone buzzed.

"He'll be here in 20."

"Awesome. We can play doubles when he gets here."

Kyle enjoyed watching the girls play. They really were going at it,
laughing and having a good time. He loved watching Cassie's butt in
her super short shorts. He really wanted to reach out and grab it, but
knew that probably wasn't a good idea. And he even found himself
admiring Blaine too. She had great calves and he liked how the short
skirt on her sundress flipped up slightly when she hopped and swung
the controller to return the ball. As expected, Cassie ended up
beating Blaine, but it was close. Blaine was pretty competitive and
acquired new skills quickly.

They were going to start a new game when the bell rang. Cassie loped
out of the family room to get the door.

"Hi, you must be Andy!"

"Yep. Hi Cassie." Andy had ridden his motorcycle over and had on a
leather jacket. He was perspiring a little too. He reached out and
took her hand, kissing it. "Very nice to meet you."

"Well are you gallant! Come on in. Kyle and Blaine are in the other room."

She walked him toward the family room as he doffed his jacket.

"Any trouble finding the place?" Cassie asked.

"No problem. I live pretty close."

"Cool. Nice bike, by the way."

"Thanks. Birthday present from my dad. He used to race
professionally." They rounded the corner to the family. "S'up Kyle?"

"Hey Andy." Kyle got up and slapped his hand. "Andy, meet my sister
Blaine. Blaine, Andy."

"The pleasure is all mine," said Andy, also taking Blaine's and kissing it.

Blaine looked at him a little crookedly and said with a laugh, "Very suave."

Andy bowed slightly. "I do what I can."

"Do you want something to drink or eat?" Cassie offered.

"Yeah, that would be cool."

"I'll show you where things are in the dinning room, and I'll hang up
the jacket if you want." The two of them walked out.

Blaine looked at Kyle. "Well, I can see why you like him," she said in
a lowered voice. "He'd really cute and has a bit of an edge to him."

Kyle just shrugged. "He's my friend. I don't know about that other stuff."

Blaine grinned. "Well, whatever you say. I think he's kind of hot.
Maybe I'll jump his bones." She laughed as Kyle gave her a dirty look.
"Just kidding, bro."

Cassie and Andy came back moments later. "You playing tennis?" Andy
asked motioning to the screen.

"Yeah, Blaine and I were. We were thinking the four of us could play
doubles if you wanted to."

Andy agreed and for a couple of hours the kids played tennis and a few
rounds of bowling too. They all got along very well, and were having
fun together.

Cassie was intrigued by Andy. He had a bit of an attitude, but nothing
that put her off. He was very direct...much more so than Kyle. If he
didn't like something he said so, and rarely used more words than he
needed to use.

Blaine thought Andy was interesting too, and saw him trying to pull of
a Man-With-No-Name type of personality a'la Clint Eastwood. He did it
pretty well too.

Blaine was also really enjoying Cassie. She had an energy similar to
Becca's but without the cutting sense of humor. She was bubbly and
perky, and cuter than Blaine had remembered.

And Cassie was simply smitten with Blaine. She had been for a long
time. She kind of looked up to her and thought she was achingly
beautiful. In fact when she opened the door Cassie hadn't intended to
hug her really, but it just happened. She didn't mind one bit the
feeling of their boobs pressed together.

Though he didn't really let on Andy really liked the girls too. Cute
didn't begin to describe them in his opinion. Both were sexy and hot.
He thought Blaine was really smart but not uppity at all. And Cassie
was definitely his type. Not that he had plans to make a move on
either of them, he just appreciated being around hot girls.

As the night wore on, no one else came over. Cassie said she had
invited three other kids and two of them had begged off sick. She
thought the other one might have gotten grounded.

"Hey, do you guys want to go hang out in the hot tub?" asked Cassie excitedly.

"Um, we didn't bring swimsuits or anything," said Blaine. Looking at
Andy she added, "Did you?" He shook his head.

"We don't need them. I usually don't bother with a suit anyway. Come
on...it'll be fun!"

The three others looked at one another. Kyle was the first to speak
up. "What about your parents?"

"Oh, they won't bother us. Once they start playing Texas Hold `Em with
their friends in the rec room, they forget all about me," she waved
her hand dismissively. Blaine caught a hint of sadness in Cassie's
voice. "I'd be surprised if they come up at all. But even if they do
we'll be in the water. I promise it'll be okay. Please?"

"Well, I guess I'm up for it if everyone else is," said Blaine. It
seemed Cassie was really keen on the hot tub idea. Andy and Kyle
looked at each other. Andy just smiled and shrugged one shoulder.

"Sure," said Kyle. "We're in."

"Awesome, there are towels in the pool house. Let's go!"

. . . . .

After Blaine and Kyle had left for Cassie's Holt had started watching
the game in the living room. He was really looking forward to having
the place to himself once Becca left on her date. He would probably
take the opportunity to jerk off and get some desperately needed
sexual release.

About fifteen minutes later, Becca came into the living room. He
instantly notice that she was wearing very little in terms of
clothing...a satin camisole sleep top and matching shorts.

"Is that what you are wearing on your date?" joked Holt as she plopped
down on the opposite end of the sofa.

"Yeah, right. What date? He called and cancelled. Again! I think he's
probably getting back together with his girlfriend. Jerk."

Holt felt a bit bad. "Oh. Sorry."

Becca shrugged. "Whatever. His loss."

"What's with the outfit?" he asked.

"If you haven't noticed," she said in exasperation, "it's sweltering
in here, Holt. When you don't let us set the AC for any less than 76
degrees, this is what I wear around the house."

Holt could understand that. In fact, he was wearing baggy basketball
shorts with no underwear and a tank top. He would like to have the AC
blasting, but that got to be expensive. So most of the time they wore
shorts and t-shirts at home in the summer. It just made more sense
from an economic standpoint.

Becca's outfit was a bit risqué by normal standards, but not by Becca
standards. He could see that she didn't have on a bra as her pert 34B
breasts strained against the fabric of her top, her nipples standing
out. She was all dolled up and smelled great. He surmised she had
probably had been getting ready for the date when the guy had stood
her up.

Becca had pulled one leg up beside her on the sofa and idly looked
through a magazine while occasionally looking up blankly at the
baseball game on the TV. Holt thought she didn't look so much hurt as
impatient and edgy. Her foot bounced distractingly as she flipped the
pages in obvious disgust.

So much for Holt's private night at home.

. . . . .

"I think your brother is really incredible," said Cassie as she and
Blaine stripped down in the pool house. The four of them had agreed
that the girls would undress first, come out in towels and then the
boys could use the room to get undressed and come out to the hot tub.

"Thanks. He's my favorite younger brother," Blaine joked as she pulled
her sundress off over her head and hung it on a nearby hook. She was
wearing a matching yellow bra and panty set.

"Ca-yoot!" enthused Cassie. "Where did you find those?" She had pulled
off her top and shorts and was a little embarrassed that she didn't
have on underwear as fancy, just a black bra and black thong back
panties.

"Thanks! I just got them at this awesome little lingerie place about
halfway between our apartment and here," replied Blaine.

"They really look good on you...they match your hair perfectly!"

"Thanks sweetie," answered Blaine. A thrill ripped through Cassie to
be called sweetie. She was definitely in full crush mode.

Blaine watched as Cassie unclasped her bra and let it slide off her
shoulders. She could see why her brother was so drawn to her. She had
an incredibly cute and sexy little 14-year old body. Her breasts were
still developing, but looked to be a nice B cup. When Cassie turned
around to slip off her panties, Blaine got a lovely view of the red
head's tight little behind.

"Anyway," Blaine continued, "the shop owner is great. She has really
nice things, and the prices are incredible. Plus she gives me an extra
discount since I've been tutoring her son. You know, we should totally
go there together sometime."

"That would be awesome, thanks! I need some new things." Cassie was
also ogling Blaine. She thought Blaine, and Becca for that matter,
were the prettiest girls at school and really felt lucky to be dating
their brother.

"You bet. It'll be fun!" Blaine said pulling off her bra and panties.
Cassie saw that the 16-year old was completely shaven and loved how it
looked.

The two of them wrapped the large pool towels around them and giggled
as they walked out. Kyle and Andy were leaning against the fence.

"Okay boys, your turn. We'll see you in the water," Cassie said as she
and Blaine hustled over to the hot tub.

Kyle and Andy went into the pool house and stripped down. Since they
were on the swim team together, they didn't mind being naked together,
but this was different. There was a strong element of excitement to
the idea of skinny dipping with the girls.

"Got some wood work going there, huh?" joked Andy, nodding at Kyle's
prick as it bounced up as he pulled off his underwear.

"Yeah, and you're in about the same condition." It was true. Both of
them noticed how their pricks had perked up and become thick and
rubbery.

"True," said Andy. "Wanna jerk off in here so we're not a half mast
when we go out?

Kyle didn't know how to respond and was about to say something when
Andy started laughing, letting him off the hook.

"Just kidding. Here," Andy tossed a towel to Kyle and headed to the
door wrapping his own towel around him. Kyle did the same and both
noticed that their chubs were making their towels tent a little. But,
it was fairly dark by the hot tub so they hoped the girls wouldn't
notice.

As they approached they heard the girls talking and laughing over the
noise of the bubbles in the hot tub. Both hand pulled their hair up in
bands that Cassie had in the pool house.

Being as modest as possible the guys turned around and took of their
towels, then covered their privates as they slipped into the water.
Kyle slid in beside Cassie and Andy was next to him. The bubbles
denied any hope of getting a peek at anyone below the shoulders.

"So where are you from originally Andy?" asked Blaine.

"All over really. We moved around a lot. I was born in Florida. Before
we moved here we were in Tucson."

"How do you like it here?" asked Cassie.

"Better than Tucson. More to do," Andy ducked his head under the water
and popped back up, slicking his hair back.

"We've always lived here," said Kyle.

"Right, me too," added Cassie. "So you said your dad was a
professional moto-cross racer?"

"Yeah, well actually Superbike...grand prix type racing."

"I've seen that on TV before," said Blaine. "Looks dangerous."

Andy shrugged. "Yeah, I guess."

"Do you race too?" asked Kyle.

"Nah, not my thing. Do you ride?" he asked Kyle.

"I haven't, no. I think Holt would kill me if I did." Blaine nodded
her head in agreement.

Kyle felt Cassie's hand on his upper thigh and put his hand on her leg also.

"So Andy, do you have a girlfriend?" asked Cassie.

"No, not really looking either."

"Why not?" asked Blaine. She wanted to see if she could get at Andy's
sexual preferences. "You're a cute guy. You could probably get lots of
girls."

Andy just shrugged. "I've only been here a month. Why, you want to go out?"

Blaine just laughed, "I'm probably too busy to go out." She glanced at
Kyle letting him know she wasn't about to interfere in his curiosity.

"Is that why you don't have a boyfriend, Blaine?" asked Cassie. "And I
don't mean that bad. It's just you are so pretty I can't believe you
don't have boys chasing you down the hall."

"Most of the time in school I'm in my academic disguise. I don't think
boys really notice me. Only certain people see me like I am tonight."

Cassie shook her head. "Not true. Boys talk about you all the time.
But they feel you are, what's the word...unattainable."

Blaine laughed. "Really? Hmm. I guess some guys like nerdy girls after all."

"You're not nerdy, you're amazing." Cassie gasped. It had just slipped out.

Blaine leaned over and put her hand on Cassie's shoulder causing the
14-year old to shiver inside with excitement. "Thank you for thinking
so. You're lovely too."

"Do you two want some privacy?" asked Kyle jokingly.

He felt Cassie wrap her hand around his cock.

"Nope. I want you to stay RIGHT where you are Mister." She smiled impishly.

. . . . .

The game on TV had just ended and Holt was flipping through the channels on TV.

"Want to watch anything in particular?" he asked Becca.

She shrugged. "We could put in a movie if you like."

"Fine with me. You pick."

Becca strolled over to the shelf and started looking at the movie
titles. Their mom had been a film buff and they had a respectable
collection. Becca scanned the titles, bending at the waist to look at
the lower shelves. Holt tried not to look at her satin panties riding
up her ass.

"How about this one?" she held up an action film. "I haven't seen it before."

"Really? Okay, it's really good."

The DVD player was on the bottom shelf under the TV. When Becca got
down on her hands and knees to load the disc, Holt got a full on view
of her ass. The shorts were pulled most of the way up her crack, and
he could see the puffiness of her vulva. His cock stirred
involuntarily.

Becca slowly got back up, strolled to the couch and curled up into a
little ball on the far corner. She picked up the remote and started
the movie.

"Hey," she said a few minutes into the film. "Toss me a pillow?"

Holt grabbed a throw pillow from the chair next to the sofa and handed
it to her. Becca slid down on the sofa and propped the pillow under
her head with her feet pressed against Holt's leg. A few minutes later
she rolled over on her back and put her feet in Holt's lap.

"Are we quite comfortable, princess?" he asked sarcastically.

"Yep," Becca said, not taking her eyes of the TV. Holt glanced down at
her pretty feet, and hot pink toe nail polish. Using his peripheral
vision he scanned her legs. Wow, how had he not noticed how nice her
legs were? He quickly shoved the thought out of his head and
concentrated on the movie.

Several more minutes passed and Becca called out in a sing-song voice,
"Hey big bro-ther..."

"Yeah, what?"

"You know what would be reeeeeeeally awesome right now?"

"If you stopped talking so we could watch the movie?"

"Nooooo," she shook her head. "It would be really awesome if you
rubbed my feet."

Holt looked over at her with one raised eyebrow.

"Pleeeeeeez? Just for a minute?" she whined.

"Whatever," said Holt as he took her ankle in his left hand and
wrapped his other hand around her foot at the arch. She had much
softer feet than he expected. He pressed and rubbed the bottom of her
foot with the heel of his hand.

Becca sighed in contentment. "Oh, that's nice."

Holt snorted but didn't stop rubbing her foot. He used his thumbs to
rub up the base of the foot to the toes and massaged the arch. He even
took her toes in between his fingers and pulled them, making Becca
hiss in pleasure.

"Wow! Where did you learn that?"

Holt shrugged and just kept massaging her foot. He didn't mind, and
was actually kind of enjoying it. In a way it was helping him gain
some sexual gratification. He felt his cock start to stiffen.

After several minutes Becca slinked her other foot up. Without a word
Holt took it and rubbed it as well...between the toes, at the arch, all
over. By now he had a raging boner and really didn't know what to do.
Fortunately the shorts he was wearing were loose and he felt covered
his erection adequately.

After another several minutes he dropped her foot on his leg and
patted her shin lightly.

"Mmm. That was nice. Thank you." Becca shifted to her side and curled
her legs slightly, which put her feet against the top of his cock.
Since Holt had a downward droop to his tool, his boner was almost at
leg level when he was seated. Her left foot was right on it. Holt had
to concentrate to keep it from flexing in excitement.

If Becca noticed, she didn't say a word. Trying to appear casual, Holt
rested his left hand on her leg just under her knee and left it there.

Some time went by and Holt noticed that his hand that rested on her
leg had started rubbing her calf. It wasn't a conscious decision, or
at least he thought it wasn't. It was just a comfortable gesture that
felt like a natural way to show you cared. But now, he was in a
dilemma. He thought if he stopped abruptly it might draw attention to
what he had been doing. So he continued to squeeze and rub her calf,
trying to make it seem as casual as possible.

The bad news is that for some reason his prick didn't get the message
that this was casual and non-erotic. His prick was totally stimulated
and bouncing and Becca's foot was right on it. There was no way she
didn't notice. Facing no other choice, he took his hand from her leg
and went to move her feet off his lap and onto the couch.

Except, he couldn't move them. Becca held the position.

Holt, confused, looked down at her.

She had her head turned and was looking straight at him, and appeared
to have been doing so for some time. It wasn't a look of disgust. It
was a calm, perhaps calculating look. A look he didn't know if he'd
seen on her face ever before.

They didn't say anything. Just looked at each other. He had his hands
on her feet and didn't know what to do. He knew now that she could
feel his erection against her left foot and it was becoming
unbearable. He needed to apologize and excuse himself.

"Bec, I..." he started. "I'm sorry."

She didn't say anything but continued to look at him. After several
seconds, she pulled her feet out of his lap, and Holt breathed a sigh
of relief.

However, the next thing he knew Becca had sat up, and crawled into his
lap facing him. She put her hands on either side of his face, leaned
forward and kissed him on the lips.

"Becca! What the..."

She pulled back, not letting go of his face and looked into his eyes.
"Holt, shut up before I change my mind."

"Wha..." he started, before she cut him off softly but firmly.

"Stop. I want this. And you NEED this. So please...just shut up and kiss
me. Okay?"

She put her mouth to his again. Holt didn't protest.

. . . . .

"Seriously, Blaine...never?"

"No! Why don't you believe me?"

Cassie couldn't imagine that Blaine hadn't fooled around with a boy before.

"You're too pretty. You must have done something," she pressed.

"Maybe. I suppose that depends on your definition of fooling around,"
admitted Blaine.

"So have you ever kissed a boy?"

"Well, of course."

"Who?" Cassie was quite the interrogator.

"You wouldn't know him. He's not from around here."

"Oh. Okay. But was he a good kisser?"

Blaine laughed. "I don't know. I'd never kissed a boy before." Then
Blaine thought about kissing Becca and smiled. "Come to think of it,
no he wasn't much of a kisser," she admitted with a laugh. "Actually
he was horrible." Cassie howled at this, which caused the guys to
start laughing too.

"So, you HAVE fooled around a little. How about touching and stuff?"

"No, I haven't touched a boy like that ever." This was the god's
honest truth. The only person she'd ever touched intimately was Becca.

Cassie spun to look at Andy. "How about you, Romeo? Are you a virgin?"

Andy just shrugged dismissively.

"Tell me," Cassie insisted.

Kyle jumped in. "Yeah, what about that girl you were telling me about
before?" He actually wanted to know more about the girl that had
gotten Andy to shave.

Andy said simply, "I've had some experiences, yes."

The combination of the conversation and Cassie's hand wrapped around
his cock had Kyle sporting a major boner. She wasn't stroking it or
anything overt, but he was sure as hell stimulated. He had no idea
what would happen when it came time for him to get out of the hot tub.

Just then the bubbles stopped. The timer had run out and the covering
of foam that had kept them discrete was starting to burst and fail.

"Uh oh," said Kyle. "Who's going to turn it back on?"

Everyone shook their head no.

"Come on. Someone has to do it."

"Let's rock paper scissors. That's fair," said Cassie.

They all agreed that would be okay.

"Oh, one condition though. Whoever gets out has to be naked on the
walk over and back!" Cassie grinned impishly. "Do you dare?"

Andy was the first to reply. "Sure, whatever."

Blaine dismissively waved her hand. "Okay. I think the odds are in my favor."

"What about you, Mister?" she gave Kyle's cock a little squeeze.

"Um, I don't know," Kyle hesitated.

"Come on!" Cassie urged. "Everyone else is in."

Andy looked at him. "She's right."

Kyle looked at Blaine for support. She just smiled and shrugged. "I
don't see any reason why not." She was kind of looking forward to
getting an eyeful of whomever happened to be chosen.

Kyle cave in. "Fine, whatever."

"Okay," Cassie said. "Girls, then boys, then the girl loser and the boy loser."

Everyone agreed and the girls faced off.

"One...two...three!" Cassie throw rock, but Blaine had gone paper. Cassie lost.

It was the boy's turn.

"One...two...three!"

Kyle breathed a sigh of relief. He'd thrown rock and Andy had opted
for scissors.

"Cassie and Andy for all the marbles," said Blaine.

"He's got all the marbles," joked Cassie. They all started laughing.

"One...two...three.

Andy – Rock. Cassie – Rock.

"Do over! Ready? One...two...three!"

Andy – Rock...

Cassie – Paper!

She threw her arms up in a celebration that caused her little boobs to
break the surface. She noticed quickly and covered up again laughing.
"Oops!"

Kyle teased Andy, "No backing out dude."

Andy just shrugged. "No problem." Without another word he stood up in the tub.

The other three were pretty surprised to see his dick was fairly, but
not totally hard. Andy didn't really show any concern about it as he
climbed out of the tub and strolled toward the timer. All of them were
looking at his hot body and tight ass.

Andy turned back to them his 6-inch pecker with the huge doomed head
in silhouette. "How long?" he asked.

"Uhhhhh, I don't know," replied Cassie. She was still looking at his dick.

Andy looked back and cranked the timer before strolling slowing back
toward them, his dick bouncing in advance. He stepped back into the
tub and slithered down into the water as the foamy bubbles formed on
the surface again.

"It's up all the way," he said brushing his hair back out of his face.

They were all silent for a minute.

Kyle grinned. "I don't think it was all the way up, bro."

And they all howled in laughter again.

. . . . .

Holt and Becca were on the couch in the living room making out
passionately. She was sitting astride his lap, holding her face in her
hands and kissing him deeply. Their tongues intertwined, exploring one
another's. Holt had hands on her waist and as she rocked back and
forth against him, his cock becoming increasingly turgid.

He couldn't really believe this, nor could he stop. It felt so
amazing. And wrong. But it had been too long since he had kissed or
even touched a girl. The fact that this amazing nymph on his lap was
his sister was beside the point. Or was it? He should stop. But he
realized he really needed to fuck.

Becca pulled back from kissing him and yanked her camisole off over
her head, letting her perky tits bounce free. Holt eyed them hungrily.

"Suck them," Becca whispered.

Holt's gaze went to her eyes.

"It's okay. Suck my tits."

Holt looked back at her globes, and then leaned forward. He hungrily
gobbled an erect nibble into his mouth as his hand found the other
breast, squeezing firmly. Becca gasped and tossed her head back in
pleasure. She felt her brother wrap his powerful arm around her waist
and pull her tight to him. His mouth alternated between her two
nipples with abandon. She looked down at him suckling her breast, long
blonde hair falling down over her face and into his spiked black hair.
She gasped and cooed, encouraging Holt to continue.

Holt rolled her nipple around in his mouth, flicking his tongue over
it. Becca groaned and gasped. Her brother certainly knew how to
stimulate her nubs. Holt's hands found his sister's ass and squeezed
her cheeks. So firm, so smooth, so perfect he thought.

With reluctance Becca took his face in her hands and pushed him back
away from her breasts. She slowly slipped off his lap and positioned
herself between his knees, kneeling on the floor. Her hands rubbed his
legs and thighs.

Holt's head fell back and her growled deep in his throat. The
intensity that he felt was almost overwhelming. His cock was straining
against his shorts, begging to be released. He knew this was his
sister, but his cock didn't care. His prick sensed pleasure to be had
and it had taken full control over this otherwise upstanding 18-year
old young man. His hips flexed involuntarily, trying to drive his
stiff prick up and out of his restrictive shorts.

Becca saw his need. She reached up to brother's member and began to
stroke it through his shorts. A broad wet spot had formed on the front
where his cock head was pressed indicating the level of excitement she
was causing. Moving her hands up to his waistband, she tugged down.
Holt obligingly lifted his hips as she pulled his bottoms all the way
down and off. His prick popped out of the elastic. It slung a thick
noodle of precum up to his abdomen then flexed obscenely in the light
of the TV, clear cock-slime oozing off the tip.

Without a word Becca grasped her brother's manhood in her hand and
stroked it. She was impressed by the girth at the base and how
incredibly hard it was. The downward arc of his cock meant his cum
slit was aimed right at her. It gaped wide in excitement, drooling in
anticipation. She licked her lips seeing the pre on the head. Her
other hand found his big, low hanging balls and fondled them.

With a low, throaty purr, she moved forward and popped her brother's
glans between her lips, tasting his excitement. Holt's hips pressed
upward, forcing more of his shaft into her mouth. Becca began stroking
his cock as she sucked him, squeezing the base and savoring his musky
flavor. He tugged off his tank top and looked down at this deliciously
sexy young blonde, his sister, sucking his cock.

Her hand twisted expertly up and down the shaft. Becca let herself
drool over this impressive tool, using the spit to lubricate her hand.
The other hand constantly worked his balls. They were hanging out the
bottom of her fist and she tugged them with the same tempo her fist
worked up and down his veined shaft.

It was all a little too much. Holt took and handful of hair and lifted
her mouth off his cock. A strand of saliva hung from his cock head to
her lips. Becca pursed her lips and sucked in, drawing the bubbly spit
up and into her mouth, licking her lips.

"You need to fuck, don't you?" she asked.

Holt nodded silently.

Becca stood and slowly lowered her shorts over her hips. She could
feel how wet and excited her pussy was. She stepped out of them and
straddled her brother's lap.

Holt grabbed her hips to stop her from settling on his prick. "What
about protection?" he asked.

She smiled and put a finger on his lips. "You know I'm on the pill,
silly" she said. "So unless you have something else I need to worry
about...?"

Holt shook his head no.

"Good. Now stop thinking and fuck me."

Becca rolled her hips back until she felt Holt's cock head at the
entrance of her sex, then rolled them forward as he slipped in easily.
Holt grunted as his tool was engulfed in her wet heat.

"Oh my god, Becca."

"Oh yeah Holt. Baby, you are so hard and thick!"

"Please, go slow. I need to make it last. I haven't been inside a girl
in a long time," he pleaded.

"Okay, just relax and I'll do the work," she coached.

Holt put his head back and closed his eyes. Becca leaned forward
against him and began to slowly work his massive prick into her pussy.
It wasn't easy. Her pussy was very tight, and the further she tried to
work it in, the more effort it took. Fortunately the amount of precum
Holt's slit was pouring out helped, and her pussy was getting juicier
by the second. She put her head down on his shoulder and bit her lower
lip, gasping as she rode him. One of Holt's hands came up and clasped
the back of her neck, the other rested on her hip. After much patience
and persistence, and more than a few loud, frustrated sounds from
Becca, she was able to get him as deeply inside as she could manage,
his cock head firmly wedged against her cervix. A good inch and a half
of his thick meat was exposed below.

"Holy shit, Holt...you're huge." Becca gasped, before remembering the
moratorium on profanity in the house. "Sorry," she whispered.

"It's okay," Holt whispered back. "Hearing you say that was pretty hot."

"Yeah?" she smiled. "You like it when your little sister is fucking
you and talking dirty to you? Tell me."

Holt responded by starting to hump her, causing her to cry out and
whine, "Oh jeezus Holt. Fuck me! Fuck my tight little cunt with that
thick fucking cock."

He obliged, working her pussy with deep, steady strokes. It took a few
minutes, but Holt was able to find a rhythm with her, and managed to
draw back from the urge to cum. Part of it was sheer bewilderment
about what was happening. Every time he got overly excited, he
realized the girl on his lap was his 16-year old sister and the
surrealness of it pushed the orgasm aside.

For her part Becca did all she could to keep him present. She lips
poured a litany of profanity into his ear, the heat of it scalding his
psyche. "Fuck that tight little cunt, big bro. I've wanted this for
months. My pussy has been wet and waiting for you. I'll give every
fucking hole I have to you and your cock. My mouth, pussy and asshole
are yours for the taking. You never have to ask. Just make me your
little cum slut." Sweat glistened on her bronze skin. Her blonde hair
was starting to cling in brown strands against her forehead.

All this talk made her as exited as he was, and she felt herself start
to cum. She felt it build. "Oh fuck Holt, that cock is going to make
this sister cunt cum! OH gawd. Oh GAWD!"

Becca sat upright, her fingers pressed against her chest and clawing
in deep. Holt growled in pain, but didn't stop. Rather, his hands
firmly grabbed his Becca's waist and started pounding her up and down
on his cock. The poor girl couldn't take any more. Tears started to
steam down her face as she threw back her head and keened.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

There was no doubt the whole apartment building heard it. After the
wail, came the moans and grunts and twitches, her breasts shuddering
in time with her little body. Holt stopped forcing her guts over his
member and held her still.

"Fucker!" she hissed without malice. "You didn't come!" She wiped the
tears from her eyes and smiled at him wickedly.

Holt shrugged. "Not yet."

"Then do it. Get that cock off however you want."

Becca yelped as Holt suddenly stood up, his strong hands holding her
close as his legs lifted them both off the couch. Becca giggled and
kissed him on the lips.

Holt reluctantly lifted his sister's pussy from his aching cock. And
it WAS aching. The multiple boners over the last few days that had
resulted in no release was killing him. With a sure, strong move, he
turned her around in the air and dumped her, ass up, on the couch.
Becca flashed a devlish look over her shoulder and licked her lips.
With one foot on the sofa and one on the floor, he rammed his needy
tool into her slippery pussy. Grasping her hips, he started to use her
pussy as his fuck toy.

Becca tried to talk back dirty and urge him on, but found it
impossible. She could only choke out fragments of depravity before her
own groans and wails cut them off. All she could do is press her chest
to the sofa and hang onto the cushion as her brother pounded her. And
she loved every second of it.

It wasn't long before Holt noticed her asshole. His hands were on her
cheeks and the little pucker was right there, flexing at him. His
thick cock dragged out her inner lips on each retreating stroke, and
her rosebud pulsed. Becca noticed his attention on her brown eye.

"It's...UH...your's Ha...Holt. Do yooooooo...OOOO! Do you want
to...AH...to... fuck it?"

Holt shook his head. "No. Not now. I want something else." With that
he opened his mouth and slobbered a huge stream of spit down over her
sphincter. Without another word, he took his right thumb and pressed
it against her asshole, allowing her to relax before plunging it in.

"Uhhhhh," she grunted. Becca had never felt so full. Her head fell to
the sofa and all she could do was spew a mantra of filth. "Ahhhhh.
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it," she whimpered into the pillow.
"Fuck it, I love it, fuck it, I love it!"

Hold felt his cock against his thumb, and it was all over. With a howl
he plunged deep into her pussy. His cock flexed in abandon and started
to coat her womb with his seed.

"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Feeling his member erupt spunk inside her pussy caused Becca to start
coming again. Shrieking, her pussy spasmed and clutched at her
brother's huge cock, milking months of sperm into her willing, young
hole.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

After several seconds they were spent. Holt eased his cock from her
ravaged pussy as his seed poured out of her to audibly splop onto the
couch. Becca's legs gave out and she collapsed flat onto the cushions,
and Holt flopped on top of her.

They lay there together panting. Becca's hand found Holt's and twined
fingers, bringing his fingers up to her lips to kiss.

"Thank you," she murmured.

Holt's brain was starting to spin, but all he could do was say in return...

"No, thank you."

"Always. And forever," Becca whispered.

. . . . .

Kyle, Cassie, Blaine and Andy had started to prune, and decided to get
out of the hot tub. After Andy's boldness, they didn't feel the need
to be as shy, but they still found towels quickly and covered up
without hesitation. Kyle however took the opportunity to steal a
glance at his sister's sexy body, and it would be a lie to say Blaine
didn't do the same.

They all traipsed into the pool house, dried off and dressed. By this
time it was almost 12:00.

"We should probably get home, Kyle." Blaine glanced at her watch.

"Noooo? Really?" Cassie protested as she pulled on her shirt.

"Yeah, Holt was nice enough to let us have the car, so we should
respect curfew," Kyle agreed.

"You're a party pooper, but I love you anyway." Cassie kissed Kyle on
the mouth. "What about you Andy?"

Andy stole a glance at Kyle and shook his head. "Nah. I gotta roll too."

"Well fine. Everyone leave me alone." Cassie affected a pout.

Blaine intervened. "Hey, rest up tonight and tomorrow we'll meet for a
big round of shopping. Sound okay?"

"That's a deal!" smiled Cassie, and the next thing she knew she'd
kissed Blaine on the cheek.

"Hey, those kisses are mine!" Kyle joked. They all laughed.

Cassie walked them all to the door and hugged them all as she saw them
off. Kyle and Andy did the handshake hug thing, and Andy kissed
Blaine's hand once again in goodbye before pulling on his helmet and
rolling down the street on his crotch-rocket.

Kyle and Blaine climbed in the car.

"Did you have fun?" Kyle asked his older sister.

"I did," she admitted, turning over the engine, but leaving it in
park. "Cassie is an absolute doll. I can see why you are so into her.
Was it weird with both her and Andy there?"

"No. Well, yes at first," Kyle corrected, "but they got along so after
a while it was like I was..." he trailed off.

"What?" Becca pressed.

"Well, it seemed kind of like I was seeing both of them...if that makes sense."

"Yeah," Blaine turned in the seat to face him. "Yeah in a way it does."

"God, though. What I'm I going to do? I adore Cassie, and Andy is cool
too. But I can't have them both!" Kyle shook his head sadly.

"Hey now," Blaine put her hand on his shoulder. "Don't fret. You'll
figure it out. Who knows how it will all play out?"

"Yeah," Kyle shrugged.

"Just promise me this," continued Blaine. "Follow your conscience. You
are pretty incredible. Remember that and give them the respect you
know they deserve. It may not be easy, but it will work out all
right."

"I guess you're right. Thanks Blaine."

Kyle moved in to hug his sister. She moved in at the same time.
Somehow their faces met, and they exchanged an awkward meeting of the
lips.

Both drew back, surprised. They looked at each other for a moment
silently, frozen.

When their lips met seconds later, it wasn't an accident.

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