Jen and I woke to the glow of sunlight blaring through the open curtains in our hotel room; it's a residual consequence of making love at night with the curtains pulled back to bathe the room in moonlight, and then not closing them back again.
She rolled over and into my arms, entwining her legs with mine as we kissed.
"Good morning."
I pushed the fingers of one hand into her hair as I kissed her and grabbed her ass with the other hand, pulling her against me and thrusting against her with my morning erection.
Jen giggled and reached in between us to grab at me, fingernails raking gently against my belly as she found me and brought her thumb up over the swollen head.
"Mmmm..."
She kissed me back and slowly swept my lips with her tongue.
"It is a good morning," she said. "But if we're going to be on time this morning, we've gotta get moving and this is gonna hafta wait."
I hated to admit it, but she was right, so we crawled out of bed and hustled in and out of the shower. While Jen started getting ready, I threw on a t-shirt and shorts and ran downstairs to get breakfast for us.
I grabbed some muffins, fruit and a couple of bottles of milk, then headed back upstairs.
I walked back into the room, let the door close behind me and then noticed Jen was sitting on the dresser, naked with the towel draped between her legs, phone in hand and looking lost.
"What's wrong?" I asked. I sat the food down on the edge of the dresser and reached for her.
Jen let the phone slide from her fingers and onto the dresser as she kicked at me with her feet.
"Dad called. He said that he and mom are having a really hard time with this... with us... and... he... they think it would be best if we didn't come back to the house today. He said they'd tell everyone we had to go back early."
I pulled at the towel and pushed her legs apart as I stepped between them; Jen leaned forward and laid her head against me as she wrapped her arms around my waist.
"You okay?"
She nodded and sighed as her fingers curled in against me.
"I don't know what else to do or what else to say."
"I know, Sis."
Jen leaned back, shrugged and sighed again as her eyes danced across my face. "I mean, what is there to say that we didn't say yesterday?"
I shook my head and plowed my fingers through her hair before pulling her to me again.
"I don't know."
Jen dug at me with her fingers, sliding them up and under my t-shirt.
"They'll come around, won't they? It won't always be like this. Will it?"
"No." I hoped not, anyway. I had no idea how long my parents would hold us at a distance or what it would take to ease the tension. I dipped my head and kissed the top of hers as her fingernails raked against my skin, and I ran my hands down the bare, naked skin of her back.
"That feels good," she said, relaxing against me.
I swept my hands up and down her back again, fanning my fingers out. Jen's response was to hug me a little tighter and burrow her head in against me.
She pushed back and licked her lips as she looked up at me.
"I don't remember what it was, but before I got married, there was something that just... really got to me, and... I don't even remember where Dale was, but I'm sitting there, and mom's brushing my hair and she told me..."
Jen rubbed her legs against mine as she scooted closer to me and hooked her fingers into the waistband of my shorts.
"... she told me that one of the things I'd enjoy would be the times when I was sad."
That didn't make any sense. "The times when you'd be sad?"
Jen nodded slowly. "I remember her telling me that it was like a gift that Daddy has, that he can take her in his arms and comfort her."
I nodded. Now I understood. And it made sense, looking back, and thinking on some of the times we'd seen dad holding our mother; times we'd seen them holding each other, when it seemed like it softened the sadness or multiplied their joy.
"And mom told me that when I was sad, the one place I'd most want to be would be in my husband's arms. And that there'd be times when I'd find the most comfort in his arms when we were in bed together."
Jen's lips parted as I leaned down and kissed her, and as my tongue swirled in against hers, her thumbs were hooking into my shirt and pushing it up.
When she could push it up no farther, she leaned back as I grabbed at it and tugged it overhead. I still had the cloth bunched up in my hands as I felt her fingers descending into my shorts, pushing them down and exposing my swelling member.
She refused to let me step away from her to take my shorts off, and a moment later, with my shorts bunched up at my knees, I stood there next to her, my cock brushing against her belly as she slowly stroked at me and opened her mouth to kiss me again.
"I want to you to take me back to bed and comfort me," she said. "I want you to touch me and hold me and make love to me again and again."
"If you plan on us being in bed that long..."
I reached for the muffin and Jen smiled.
"Okay, we can eat first, and then you can comfort me."
I handed her the muffin and she began peeling the paper cup from around it, pausing long enough to pinch off a bite and push it into her mouth.
"Not all that sweet," she said, licking her lips. "It needs something."
"They had honey packets," I said.
She shook her head. "That might be a little too sweet." She pinched off another bite and a crumb fell down between her legs.
"That would sweeten it up a bit," I said. I watched her fingers brush against her pussy as she reached down to grab at the good-sized crumb.
Jen giggled as she picked it up and shoved it into her mouth.
"I can think of something else that might sweeten it up a bit," she said.
"What?"
Jen giggled as she reached for me and looked into my eyes.
"You know," she said, "if you think about it, your cum looks a lot like the icing on those cinnamon rolls we like so much."
I laughed. "It doesn't taste anything like it, though."
Jen shook her head as she sat the muffin down beside her. "No, but it might be just what my muffin needs."
I sighed as she swept her hand up and over the swollen head of my penis.
"In your muffin or on your muffin?"
Jen feigned glaring at me as she kicked at me with her heels.
"Both," she said. "But right now, I want it... on... my muffin."
She cupped my balls gently in the palm of one hand as her other slowly stroked me.
"Wanna put some frosting on my muffin?" she asked.
Her thumb swept up over the head of my cock, sending a surge of pleasure through my body.
I nodded and she smiled.
I closed my eyes and lost myself in the pleasure coming from my little sister playing with me, imagining what it would be like to watch her using my cock as a spatula to spread my cum over the top of her breakfast.
I reached in between us and cupped her breasts, gently brushing my thumbs across her nipples.
"Look at me," she said. "Look into my eyes."
I looked up from her chest and my eyes locked with hers.
Jen smiled and licked her lips as her eyes darted to her hand moving up and down on my cock.
"You know I'm gonna want to lick it clean when I get done frosting my muffin."
I laughed and nodded, then gasped as her hand swept up over the head of my cock again.
"Yeah."
Jen bit at her lip as she felt my balls tighten up.