It had been a full year since Luc and Collette, brother and sister, had consummated their love for each other. Just before graduating from High School, Collette had allowed her wildest fantasy come true by seducing Luc. That evening would last forever in her dreams, and when she closed her eyes she could feel the soft kisses on her breasts, the slight tickling of his fingers as he stroked the insides of her thighs, creating feelings of longing deep within her soul.
Now at the end of her Freshman Year at an out-of-state University, she was looking forward to going home. This past year had been hellish on so many levels: She was seriously beginning to wonder if her decision to pursue a double major was worth all the work, study, lecture, research, and sleepless nights. All work and not much play was her mantra for both semesters, and she was disheartened to realize that she really didn't' have too many friends at school. She had, though, thoroughly experimented with her sexuality. She'd bedded a few men and a couple of women as well. Each time was special in its own way. She'd learned much from her several lovers, and she couldn't believe that just a year ago she was a fresh-faced virgin. She cherished the fact that her loving brother brought her into this world of pleasure and excitement, and was determined to pay him back this summer...
Luc had finished his Junior year at college, a different school in another state, but closer to home. Nearing the final stretch, he couldn't wait to be out of there! School, to him, was always a necessary evil: it was only a vehicle to land a job that paid well. He hated school; he always had. Now he had finished his last semester with the best grades of his life, a 2.5. Not a stellar scholar.. And what's more, he had a summer "vacation" looking at him with its sixty-hour work weeks and primary research for his thesis, to be passed in at the end of first semester Senior year.
Collette arrived home first that day, followed by Luc soon after. He couldn't wait to see how her sister had changed after her first year at higher education, and he wasn't disappointed. She hadn't grown, she hadn't changed her clothing or hair or make up. She was still the 5'3" 110 pound beauty with brown hair that reached her shoulders. The change was more subtle. She seemed to be more worldly and mature, not just a High Schooler with hope, but a woman who'd experienced a bit in her life.
Collette, too, was happy to see her brother. He'd lost a bit of weight, owing to the fact that he worked on campus too much and didn't eat enough. Other than that he was the same good-looking young man whom she loved dearly.
Soon Luc was working his ass off, per usual, and Collette wasn't doing much of anything besides hanging around with friends from High-School, per usual. Luc wasn't looking to try to make love with his sister again; he had experienced something wildly erotic and forbiden, and every once in a while he would drift back in time to that evening. But, owing to the fact that he really never had been terribly active sexually, he doubted anything like that would happen again.
Collette, however, had other intentions. Every chance she had she'd smile, or smirk, or wink, or anything at her older brother just to get his attention. That was hard to do: he was hardly ever home, but at work or the library or on the computer doing research. He had, however, noticed the slight flirtations and "double entendres" of his cute little sister--he just didn't know what to do about it.
Dad worked, but mom didn't, so she was always around. That sorta limits the amount of opportunities to be alone with one who was, he thought, one of the most alluring women he'd ever had the pleasure of meeting.
Days passed into weeks, and Collette couldn't wait any longer. The nights staying up, her fingers pleasing herself as she imagined her brother would do were about to end. She was going to take matters into her own hands.
***
Luc awoke one morning before anyone else, as he had all summer. He walked to the bathroom, shut the door and turned on the light. He went to look at himself in the mirror only to find a white envelope taped to it, simply marked, "Luc." He took it off the mirror, broke open the seal, and took its contents out. The first thing he noticed was the Polaroid picture. It was a picture Collette. But it wasn't the Collette he had grown up with or even had made love to the previous summer. This was something quite different. The picture was of her facing the camera at an angle, wearing nothing but her lightweight bathrobe. The bathrobe was open just enough to show the natural curves of her bosom, her slender waist that flowed out toward her soft hips, and her thong covered nether-region. She was no longer a girl, but a woman at the peak of her beauty, and her attitude in the picture resembled the subtle change that Luc had noticed.
What struck Luc the most, however, was the look on her face. Her hands behind her back, she looked up at him through the picture with her head nodded down just a little but with her eyes looking up to him. She wasn't smiling, but her lips were slightly open, as if she were somewhat panting from exertion. It didn't look slutty, which Luc despised; rather it looked enticing. Staring into his sister's eyes through the picture, his heart filled with love and longing. It was only then he noticed the rush of blood flooding his manhood, forcing it to rise underneath his boxers. Long minutes passed while he studied every contour, every detail of this erotic sight before him. He placed the picture down reluctantly and opened the folded note that accompanied the picture.
"Luc, Please call in sick today from work. I'd love to spend some time with you.
Love Always, Collette."
He hardly needed any more persuasion than that. He walked back to his room, picked up the phone and dialed work, telling them that he wasn't feeling like himself, as if something was the matter with his stomach (not quite a lie, he rationalized, but it was in anticipation, rather than illness!). He went back to bed and an hour later was awoken by his mother.
"Aren't you late?" she inquired.. "I don't feel so well, as if I'm going to be sick to my stomach." Again true, he thought...