A bright summer sun shone into Amy's room shortly after dawn, and its warm rays tickled the sleeping young woman's eyelids, setting off bright colors and enticing images of the strong, handsome man who had visited her in the night.
Amy awoke, smiling and satisfied, and stretched. Her mind buzzed with the possibilities of who her secret lover might have been. She knew she knew him; she'd smelled that aftershave before, even in his grunting there were hints of familiarity.
But as she ran down the list of the men she knew to still be in the cabin, each seemed less likely than the others. There were three. Of them, Sam had been married for years, but he had never so once as glanced slyly in her direction, and besides, his wife was with him. Chad was a friend of Larry's, but he was too chubby to be the muscular hunk who'd so delightfully ravished her in the night.
That left … no, of course not.
The fact that the whole memory depended on touch and sound, on imagination, left Amy in a state of happy wonderment. She didn't want to spoil the mystery by talking about it. After she donned jeans and a tight black sleeveless T-shirt, she made herself a cup of coffee and went to sip it out on the screened-in sun porch.
So lost in her reverie was Amy that she didn't notice the double doors open, or notice who had come in until she heard the doors locking closed.
"Oh, hi, Larry," Amy said dreamily.
"Good morning, Amy," her brother replied sweetly. "Sleep well?"
Amy blushed to the marrow. She felt as if she had been doused with icy water as the mystery evaporated in a flash. She recognized the breathing pattern now, and that low, guttural laugh as her own brother's. She leapt to her feet, furious.
"You-- you-- rapist!" she snapped.
"I don't think you can call it 'rape' after the fifth orgasm," Larry replied, grinning.
"You bastard! What were you thinking!"
"The same as you, I think," he said. "That maybe Chuck isn't good enough for you."
"Oh, and you are?"
Larry said, approached her. "You had the time of your life last night, Sis. Admit it."
"You son of a bitch," she snarled, and turned her back to him. "Stay away from me."
Silence. Amy almost thought he'd left, but then Larry's brawny arms encircled her waist from behind. A warm, insistent length nestled in the cheeks of her denim-cloaked ass, and Larry's breath was hot in her ear.
"I hate you," she said, stiffening her back.
Larry's lips found the nape of her neck, and his fingers popped the snap in her jeans. He opened the zipper slowly, exposing her dark panties. His hand slid easily, with familiarity, under the elastic, digging happily through her thick, black thatch of pubic hair.
Against her will, Amy sighed. Larry pushed his throbbing cock against her, and Amy pushed back.
"Maybe you hate me," he breathed, "but you love this."
"Larry--"
But he nibbled her neck and massaged her clit at the same time. Amy felt her outrage and resistance melting; somehow, Larry got his other hand under her T-shirt and was rubbing her tiny, willing breast to full arousal.
"Turn around, honey," he whispered.
Amy obeyed her older brother, closing her eyes and tilting her head back, knowing what would be next. This was complete betrayal of her fiancee, but, she rationalized, maybe Larry would be satisfied with just one more ...
Larry's lips were hot and moist, his tongue dove down long and deep. Amy kissed him back, hating herself for her weakness, hating herself for knowing Larry's motives, but … last night …
"I've locked the doors," Larry said as he lifted her T-shirt off.
"Brothers and sisters aren't supposed to do this," Amy said, unbuckling his belt.
"Inbreeding is how we get thoroughbreds," Larry replied.
Amy was now lost in lust. Brother or not, she had to have just one more fuck from him. Tactile memories, memories built on scent, while evocative, leave out the more powerful memories you can only retain through sight. Yes, they had made love like crazed wild animals; yes, each had had the most powerful erotic experiences of their lives.
But Larry had never seen his sister's nipples, never saw her breasts rapidly rising and falling with desire, desire for him, never saw her hair splash across the pillow in the night as he rammed his powerful cock forcefully into her.
Amy, for her part, had been left thoroughly satisfied by her brother's cock, but even though she'd been roundly rogered with it, she didn't know what color it was, or, really, how long it was. For that matter, she had yet to taste it. After the oral adventure she had had the night before, she felt she owed Larry at least a lick.
The siblings peeled each other's clothing away. Amy's breasts filled Larry's palms like large oranges; her nipples covered the round curves like sand dollars, and poked out sharply like pebbles on the beach.
