Lorelei 3

My name is Lorelei Young. I'm twenty years old and graduated from high school when I was nineteen. I was the oldest student in my class. My mother held me back in kindergarten because she didn't think I was mature enough at five years old to attend school.

Being older than the other girls in school had some benefits. For example, in my senior year I was invited to a dance at a well-known military academy where I learned that twenty-year-old men in uniform weren't always well-behaved or concerned with maintaining proper etiquette. That was my first sexual experience and I learned two very important things because of it. First, I needed to be careful about the men I dated and, second, I loved every second of it.

Keeping both lessons in front of mind hasn't always worked out well. The most carefully scrutinized men haven't always turned out the be the best sexual partners and some of my most memorable sexual encounters have been with men I shouldn't have been with.

Either way, sex has become one of my driving forces. I'm always on the lookout for my next sexual experience with several repeat partners ensuring continued sexual experiences while I pursue new talent. My latest preoccupation is a man named John. His surname is Polish and I can't spell or pronounce it. Everybody calls him JC, probably because they can't spell or pronounce his last name either.

JC and my brother James play guitar together most weekends usually in our garage. Their guitars and voices harmonize very well, and occasionally they perform in the local pub for tips. James is two years older than me. He is a part-time commuting student at the local campus of State university and is good looking enough to have an active social life, including some of the girls I graduated from high school with. The girls frequently make suggestive comments about James to me, comments I try to ignore since James is my brother and that's enough for me to keep my distance from him. They do make an excellent argument to bed him though.

JC, on the other hand, is fair game. JC is a larger version of a classic Hollywood leading man. Everything, from how he combs his hair to the shoes he wears is a larger version of John Krasinski. I get wet just imagining the size of other parts of his anatomy that I can't see.

However, JC is generally unavailable to me. When he and James practice in our garage, they wall themselves off from the rest of the house. I might briefly see JC when he arrives and again when he leaves, but he certainly doesn't notice me. Aside from knowing I'm James' sister, I don't think he's ever given me a second thought. I've gone to the pub when JC and James are playing but, in the darkened tavern, I'm just another shadowy body in the room.

I need some way to get him to notice me. I've thought about just pushing my way in front of him at the pub and introducing myself. I shudder with the thought of how many ways that could go wrong as I try to encourage him to see me as a sexual partner. I need someone who knows both me and JC to introduce us and make him aware of my desire to share a bed with him. The only person I know that fits that description is my brother James.

James knows both of us well and is in the best position to bring us together. It seems only natural that I could use James as a bridge to JC. That seemed reasonable until I realized that I needed to ingratiate myself with James in order to ingratiate myself with JC. It seems my simple procedure only doubles the size of my problem. I certainly can't ask James to tell JC that I want to fuck him. I don't see that working very well. So, I have to encourage JC to fuck me myself. I just need James to make the introductions.

If my goal is to charm JC to the point of having sex with me maybe I could use sex as a means of charming James to help me get closer to JC. Actually, that has a real appeal to me. I love sex and I know that James is sexually active and he comes with an excellent set of recommendations. I could enjoy a sexual relationship with James. He's present every day in my life and I could use a daily orgasm. There's only one hurdle to clear. James is my brother. I don't think that will bother me but I suspect it might be a problem for him. Having sex with your sister is something frowned upon by just about everybody and James is concerned with his reputation.

James is also a man and that works in my favor. I've been told by a number of my friends and partners that I'm attractive. Not beautiful but pretty enough to attract attention. It might be my breasts. They're larger than most of the women in my social circle and they're usually the focus of the men I bed. I'm not as protective of my reputation as James is. Having a reputation is a benefit when trolling for intimate partners.

I started to treat James differently. I touched him more frequently and performed small tasks for him that I never used to do. For example, when James showed up for breakfast in the morning, I would have a place set for him and I would pour coffee and orange juice for him without his request. When I did my laundry, I asked him if he had anything that needed washing and offered to add it to my laundry. Imagining his Jockey shorts mingling with my panties in the washer and drier provided a perverse satisfaction for me.

Of course, James noticed. It took about ten days before he asked what was going on with me and how I was interacting with him.

"James," I told him. "You're my brother and I realized that you'll always be my brother and I want to establish a better relationship now rather than later."

"Lori," he replied. "As unexpected as it is, I like your thinking. I'd like a closer relationship with you. What do you want me to do?"

It's not a surprise that his question was an opening I could exploit, but I resisted. Too much, too soon, would scare him off. "Whatever you think would strengthen our relationship," I told him.

The next morning, I hugged him as he left for school. He wasn't ready for it but, after a brief hesitation, he hugged me in return. Hugging when we met or parted became a regular feature of our relationship. The first time I kissed him when he left for school, he seemed shocked. His lips remained unresponsive and his eyes opened wide. When he came home that afternoon, he kissed me first. No comment, no preliminary move, just a hug and a "hello" kiss and he went to his room.

I was overjoyed by James' reaction to our first kisses. I decided to take my plan to the next level. I let the polite kisses continue for a few days until they were an expected constant in our relationship. Then, I took a shower in our shared bathroom and left the door to his room unlocked. It took three afternoon showers before he "accidentally" entered the bathroom when I was partially uncovered. I knew he was in his room when I took the shower and I prolonged my time in the bathroom for almost twenty minutes while I waited for him to use the bathroom.

I was standing in front of the mirror with only a towel wrapped around my waist, brushing my hair for the fourth time when James finally walked through the unlocked door from his bedroom.

"Shit, Lori," he exclaimed. "I didn't know you were in here."

I turned to face him. I made no attempt to hide my bare breasts. "You could have knocked," I suggested.

"You never leave the door unlocked," James defended his entry but his eyes kept drifting down to my breasts.

"I must have forgotten," I replied. "Anyway, no harm done."

"No harm done?" he asked. "You're naked from the waist up."

"I frequently am," I agreed. "I'm surprised that you've never seen my breasts before." I shook my body slightly. "Do you like them?" I asked.

"Lori," James deflected. "I'm not supposed to like them. I'm not even supposed to see them. You're my sister."

"James, get real. We hug, we kiss. Our relationship is better than it's ever been. Sooner or later you were bound to see me naked. I guess this is sooner."

"That sounds reasonable somehow," James conceded. "I just wasn't expecting it."

"Would you like to see more?" I asked teasingly.

"Not now," James smiled. "Let me get used to this for a while."

"I'll be glad to lend a hand," I laughed. "Or a breast."

"This is surreal," James muttered.

"No," I said as I lifted one breast in my hand. "This is very real."

James laughed. "It certainly is."

I could see he was physically responding to seeing my breasts. "Would you like to give me a peek at your anatomy?" I asked.

James' laughter turned nervous. "I think I'll have to postpone that until sometime later," he said. "Let me know when you're done," he said and left the bathroom, closing the door to his room behind him.

I silently pumped my arm into the air. "Well done," I thought.

I waited two minutes. I hung the towel on a nearby hook, ran the brush through my pubic hair, and opened the door to his room. "All yours," I told him and waited until he looked up before I closed the door and headed back to my bedroom through the door on the opposite wall.

At dinner that night, James was deliberately trying not to look at me. Whenever I caught him looking, I shook my breasts slightly, winked at him or blew him a kiss. I had neglected to put on a bra just for the opportunity if it presented itself. He excused himself early from the table and went to his room. I assumed he was dealing with a problem he had when he remembered our interaction in the bathroom that afternoon.

After dinner, dad excused himself and headed for the television in the living room while I helped mom put away the leftovers and clean up the plates and glasses. When we were done, mom asked if I had a moment to talk with her.

"Certainly," I said. I sat back at the kitchen table and asked, "What's up?"

"Lori," mom began. "You and James seem to be getting along better than ever."

"We have," I admitted. "We're not children anymore. We realized that we'll be brother and sister for a long time so we put away childish things and we're focusing on the things that bond us together."

"I've noticed you and James are more personal with each other, hugging and kissing more often," explained mom.

"Incredible isn't it?" I commented. "It goes with how much more polite we've been to each other. It's amazing how much 'please,' 'thank you,' and 'you're welcome,' improves all the other aspects of our relationship. We even tease each other without the usual childish reprisals."

"And not wearing a bra has nothing to do with it?" she asked.

"Not in my experience," I replied. "I took a shower this afternoon and just didn't put one on afterward."

"Well, don't let it go too far," cautioned mom.

"How do you define 'too far?" I asked.

"Be careful," repeated mom. "James is still a young man and I'd be concerned that he doesn't get the wrong idea from your teasing him."

"Oh, I don't think that's a possibility," I responded. "I don't think he'll get the wrong message from me at all."

"I'll trust your judgement," concluded mom.

The next morning, James knocked on the bathroom door before opening it. I was in the shower. "Come in," I called out.

Tentatively, James came into the bathroom. "Are you sure I can come in?" he asked.

I looked around the shower curtain. "Of course," I told him. "I have nothing to hide."

James laughed. "I just realized how true that is," he said.

I turned off the shower and slid aside the shower curtain. "Toss me a towel," I requested.

James looked away from me and attempted to hand me a towel with his eyes averted. "James," I said. "You can look."

He turned around, took two steps toward me, and handed me the towel. "Well," I said. "What do you think?"

"Who can think," James declared.

I laughed. "I was hoping for a more comparative assessment," I said. I turned around once. "Do I meet with your approval?" I asked.

James smiled and adjusted himself in his shorts. "I'll take that as a yes," I told him.

I stepped out of the shower and began to dry off with the towel. "Your turn," I said.

James hesitated. "You were planning to take a shower, right?" I asked.

"I was," he admitted. "I thought I'd wait until you were finished."

"I'm finished with the shower," I told him. "There's no reason you can't shower while I brush my teeth and take care of other necessities. I'll hand you a towel when you're finished."

He hesitated. "James!" I exclaimed.

"Yes."

"I thought we put away childish things," I reminded him. "Just get in the shower."

I watched as James painfully removed his clothing. Keeping his back to me he stepped into the shower and pulled the shower curtain closed. I picked up a dry towel, leaned back against the counter and waited. I toyed with the idea of getting back in the shower with him and saved the idea for a later time.

James finished showering. I heard him turn off the water. Nothing else happened. Frustrated, I pulled the shower curtain aside. The suddenness of my action surprised James. He natural reaction was to cover his genitals with his hands. I handed him the towel, holding it just far enough away that he had to reach for it. "You look ridiculous," I said. "We're both adults and I've seen a penis before," and I left the bathroom.

I lay on my bed, lightly touching my clitoris and thinking about what had happened in the bathroom. Minutes later, James knocked on my door. "Come in," I called out for the second time. James opened my door. He was standing naked in the doorway facing me. "Lori," he said. "You're right. It is childish to be so uncomfortable when we're together. The truth is, I was concerned I might have an erection because of you and I didn't want to give you the wrong idea."

"James," I said. "It's okay if you get an erection when you see me naked. It's a natural response that you can't avoid. Honestly, I'm having a physical reaction to your nakedness. I can't help that either."

"Oh. Then we're okay?" he asked.

"We're better than ever," I agreed.

Our shared bathroom experience increased after that. Neither of us locked the bathroom doors again. I dried James' back after a shower and, a day later, he dried my back. Not a big deal but movement in the right direction. He seemed unsettled the first time I peed with him in the shower but, that evening, he peed while I was brushing my teeth before bed.

The holiday season was approaching and our parents were invited to a company sponsored party at a downtown hotel on Saturday night. The party involved adult beverages and mom and dad chose to stay at the hotel overnight and drive home Sunday morning. They had done the same thing a year ago for the same party.

James and I settled on the sofa to watch a movie after our parents left for the party. I deliberately wore a pair of loose-fitting shorts, bikini panties and an oversized t-shirt, no bra. James was dressed in his usual at home outfit, shorts, t-shirt, and no shoes. I chose a tense psychological mystery with a couple of sensuous bedroom scenes. During the first tension filled scene, I moved closer to James hoping he would interpret my move as seeking comfort from him.

Later, I put my feet on the coffee table in front of the sofa, leaned back for comfort and put a hand on his thigh. James patted my hand and put his hand on my thigh. "So far, so good," I thought. During the next tense scene, I moved against James as if to seek his support about what I was seeing on the screen. As a consequence of my movement, my hand slid to the inside of his thigh and his hand to the inside of my thigh. Almost simultaneously, we pulled each other's thighs against each other.

When the protagonists became involved in a steamy bedroom scene involving bare breasts, I slid my hand up to cover James' genitals through his shorts. I stared at the television screen but I caught his quick look at me peripherally. I'm sure my move surprised him and he was wondering about my intentions, but, a short time later, his hand moved to cover my pussy through my shorts. Absentmindedly, as the on-screen tryst progressed, I stroked his cock slowly causing a predictable reaction.

James maintained his focus on the screen as I rubbed him and the fingers on his hand slid over my mons and rubbed my clitoris. I spread my legs slightly to encourage him. Over the next thirty minutes, I increased my attention to James' reaction, sliding my hand under the waist of his shorts and rubbing his bare erection with my bare hand. James' left hand continued exploring my pubic area with his hand under my panties.

As the screen darkened with a scene of the movie's hero in bed with another female lead character, I turned to look at James. He was already looking at me. "James," I asked. "Are we moving in the direction I think we are?"

"If you're thinking that I want to make love to you, you're on the right track," James confirmed.

"I'd like that," I whispered.

James leaned in to kiss me. His hand slipped from between my legs and cupped my breast. As the kiss ended, I said, "Help me get this off," and I began to lift my shirt over my head. James finished with my shirt in his hand. He tossed it somewhere and returned his hand to my breast. We kissed again and I began to push his shorts down. He helped me with his free hand and his shorts moved to below his knees where he was able to kick them off.

His erection felt wonderful in my hand. I'd seen his penis a dozen times over the last week but never erect and begging for more attention. Without conscious thought, I held his erection up, leaned over, and wrapped my mouth around it. James moaned. I sucked, squeezed, and stroked. Almost immediately, James moaned, "Lori, can we take this someplace more appropriate?"

I relented. James stood up and stripped off his shirt. I stood up and removed my shorts and panties. I tossed them somewhere over the back of the sofa. Hand in hand we moved to my bedroom. We kissed again. For the first time, I felt the hardness of his erection against the skin of my body and imbedded in my pubic hair. I pulled James toward my bed and fell on the bed on my back and spread my legs. James moved between my legs and bent over to kiss my breasts. His erection poked various places between my thighs without finding the right one.

I used a hand to direct him and I moaned as he slipped inside me. In all my scheming using James to get to JC, I'd forgotten, or never experienced, how incredible sex as an act of love was compared to meaningless recreational sex. In seconds, I realized how much I loved James. I had a brief thought that I might be rationalizing to justify having sex with my brother but it didn't feel like it.

I received the message about how James felt about me through the care and respect he showed me during sex. I'd never experienced sex focused on my experience rather than my partner's drive to have his orgasm. Previously, my orgasm was an afterthought or forgotten completely. With James, it was clear that my orgasm was first and his orgasm an afterthought or forgotten. In that moment, I was determined that we would both have our orgasms, simultaneously if possible. I did some quick math. James was moving inside me without a condom. Something I never allowed. Based on my internal calendar, I was safe for a few more days. We'd have to have a conversation if we were to continue having spontaneous sex.

Meanwhile, I closed my eyes and focused on James' movement inside me. I had underestimated his experience. He was hitting all the right places and my always sensitive nervous system was responding. I rotated my hips up slightly and his erection slid more firmly against the front of my vagina with the corresponding effect. Suddenly, I was on the verge of a massive orgasm.

Before I could warn James, my body convulsed. I grabbed James with both arms, wrapped my legs around his body and shook both of us and the bed in a violent orgasm unlike anything I'd ever experienced. James hung on and, after my shaking slowed, began to stroke rapidly within me again. My orgasm began to recycle. This time James was ready. He grabbed my hips, pulled my body down on his erection hard and ejaculated inside me just as my orgasm took over my body again.