Stinky and Fudd 02

Stephen climbed over his sister, and Summer’s anticipation made is impossible for her to be still under him. He pushed his lips to her ear and said, “I think you’re right. You’re perfect to me. It’s like we were made for each other.” 

Stephen’s hard-on rested for that moment in the crack of his sister’s perfect ass. He rose to his knees between her legs with his aching cock in one hand. He rubbed its head down over Summer’s asshole, and he pushed it into her slit.

His entry forced excited gasps from both of them. He paused to regain some control, and then watched in the dim light as his thick shaft disappeared into his sister. She clutched at the sheets and pushed back against him. Her pussy stretched tight around him, and he joined their bodies together.

Stephen held Summer with his arms around her shoulders and his lips against her ear. He wrapped her in his body, and he fucked her. Summer was where she wanted to be—engulfed in her brother’s strength and heat. He kissed her ears and her neck, he covered her mouth with a hand to stifle her noises, and he fucked her. They were each the other’s perfect lover, and their bodies moved together without word or even thought.

Summer’s tension built, and her body went rigid in Stephen’s arms. She groaned through clenched teeth. Her orgasm filled her center, and he felt it erupt through her. Her body pulsed around his cock, and Stephen groaned with his mouth tight against her neck. He pumped his essence into Summer’s lithe body until he had nothing left.

Stephen rolled away when he was empty. He spread his arms and legs to cool off, and Summer struggled to catch her breath. When she could breathe again, she wrapped herself around him. She kissed his face, and she kissed his chest.

It had been a long day for Stephen, and he didn’t have the energy for a long night. He put his arms around his sister. He stroked her hair and inhaled her scent, and he fell fast asleep.

* * * *

Summer groaned when her alarm went off. She pulled one arm out of the bedsheets and reached over Stephen to turn it off. He rolled to face her. “It’s Saturday,” he said. “Why did you have your alarm set?”

“Morning breath,” Summer said, and put her hand over her brother’s nose and mouth. “And stubble,” she added.

“Frances didn’t complain,” Stephen said, “well, not much.” He had a slightly offended tone in his voice.

“I’m your sister, not your girlfriend,” Summer said. “I can complain.

“The alarm was set because I was going to get up early and go see you at Mom and Dad’s. This is your last day here, remember?”

Stephen squirmed back away from Summer and lifted the bedsheets to look at her body. He didn’t have long to enjoy the view before she pulled the sheets back around her and complained, “The air conditioner’s on. It’s cold out there.”

Stephen rolled on his back. “I need coffee,” he said, and he looked at Summer as if he expected service.

“Rock—paper—scissors,” Summer said and sat up with the sheets wrapped around her. “Winner gets the shower. Loser makes the coffee.”

Summer went paper. Stephen went rock. “Two out of three?” he asked, but Summer just laughed at him. The shower came on while he was still searching the cabinets for coffee filters, and he sat alone at the dining table to eat a breakfast of coffee and cold cereal.

Humid, scented air flooded the apartment when Summer opened the bathroom door. She went to the kitchen in a short bathrobe with a towel around her hair and pretended to be annoyed at the way her brother looked at her. She put toast in the toaster and dropped into the chair beside him.

Stephen stole a peek inside Summer’s robe then asked, “Did you like it last night? I did.”

Summer closed her robe and said, “I loved it, but we need to see Mom and Dad before we do it again. And you need to shave.” She searched through a stack of folders at one end of the table and, when her toast popped up, she left a folder sitting on the table in front of Stephen. She spread peanut butter and poured coffee while he leafed through the folder, and when she sat down again, she asked, “What do you think?”

“That’s a nice collection of acceptance letters, and to some great graduate schools,” Stephen said. “I’m impressed. And two of the schools are in Chicago.” He watched Summer and waited for an explanation.

“I thought Mom and Dad would like visiting us in one place,” Summer said, “but where I go depends on financial help.”

Stephen held his tongue for a moment. That was all he could stand. “God, Stinky!” he said. “I want you in Chicago. We could live together. It would cut your costs.” 

“Aren’t you forgetting Frances?” Summer asked. She closed the folder and put it back on her stack.

Stephen bit his lip then said, “I am, I guess. I still want to give her a chance, but now I’m not sure I really want her.”

“Fudd, you’re still a fool,” Summer said. “Are you going to shower here, or at Mom and Dad’s?”

Stephen left Summer in her apartment and showered at Karen and Alan’s. When he was done, he found Summer at the kitchen table in shorts and a polo shirt, trying to plan the day with Karen.

“We have to go close on that new car,” Karen said, “and that could take all afternoon.” She shrugged, “Or not. But we want to take both of you out to dinner tonight.”

“I’m supposed to show up at a party tonight,” Summer said, “I promised a friend, and I wanted Fudd to come with me.”

“My flight is pretty early tomorrow,” Stephen said. It was the first he heard of a party. He changed the subject and asked, “Where’s Dad?”

Karen pointed to the garage, and since Stephen knew Summer wanted what he wanted, he went to the garage and let her work out the plans. He had to duck under bicycles hanging from the ceiling to reach Alan. “What are your plans, today?” he asked.

“Finishing this,” Alan said and looked up from where he was draining oil from the compressor. “Then after lunch we’re going to the dealership to close on that car.”

Stephen squeezed the tire on one of the bikes and had an idea. “Can Summer and I borrow your bikes?” he asked. “Maybe we can get a ride in before it gets too hot, and we’ll be here when you get back.”

Summer liked that idea better than she liked sitting around the house all morning, so they planned a ride east to Foothills Park. It was an uphill climb all the way there. They’d eat lunch and coast back in the heat of the afternoon.

Karen and Alan were always in earshot until Summer and Stephen were adjusting their helmets in front of the house. Then Stephen asked, “There’s a party?”

“Ginny—one of the girls at work—invited me, but then she found a date. Now she wants me to find a date. I don’t really have to be there,” Summer said, “but I bet it’ll be fun.” She stepped on the pedal to get her mom’s bike moving, swung her leg over, and coasted while Stephen caught up.

Stephen led Summer through city streets until they reached the bike trail and pedaled east up the gradual slope to the foot of the mountains. The road into the park was steep. It climbed among granite knobs and giant boulders. Cul-de-sacs led off to picnic areas nestled into the rocks, piñons, and junipers.

Stephen’s legs ached when they reached the top of the road, and his shirt was soaked with sweat. He stopped at a shaded picnic table where the asphalt ended, and Summer coasted up beside him. She pointed up a dirt trail that climbed to a rocky hilltop. “I’ll beat you there,” she said.

Summer got a head start. Stephen caught up with her, but he couldn’t get past her on the narrow trail until they were close to the top. Her tire slipped on loose scree, and he hopped a boulder beside the trail. He reached the hilltop just half a bike length ahead of her.

Both of them dropped their bikes among the boulders at the top of the hill. Their backpacks and their helmets followed, and they doubled over with their hands on their knees and gasped for air. “Walk,” Summer said. She straightened her back and started pacing around the gravelly clearing. “Walk it off or your legs are going to tighten up.”

Stephen walked and stretched, and then he did a little victory dance that made Summer laugh. He found his pack, collapsed on a smooth boulder in the shade of a twisted piñon, and dug a water bottle out of his pack. He gestured to Summer with the bottle and asked, “What do I get for winning?”

Summer found her backpack and settled beside her brother. “You earned to right to brag to all your buddies that you beat your little sister at something,” she said.

“That would only work if they knew you,” Stephen said.

Summer drank half of one water bottle before she said, “Brace yourself,” and squeezed the rest of the water onto the back of Stephen’s neck and down his back. 

“Oh God, that feels good!” Stephen said. “Lift your hair.” When she did, he emptied the rest of his bottle on his sister’s neck, then down the front of her shirt.

They lounged on the boulder to dry off in the shade and ate the lunch they brought with them. “It’s a nice view from here,” Stephen said.

Summer scanned the scene and agreed. “You can see the whole city, almost.” She looked at Stephen and realized that he wasn’t looking at the panorama.

“I was talking about you,” he said.

An engine revved at the foot of the trail, and Summer climbed off the boulder to watch. Two women and their children climbed out of a car and carried bags and coolers to the picnic table. “We’re not alone anymore,” She said.

Summer went back to the shaded boulder, and climbed over her brother. “Those kids are probably going to come up the trail as soon as their mothers let them go, but you know, I bet I can get you off before then. That’ll be your prize for beating me up the hill.”

Summer pressed her body against Stephen, and pushed her tongue into his mouth. That stopped any protest. She shoved her hand down between their bodies to unsnap and unzip his shorts, and she loosened them enough to wrap both hands around his hardening cock.

Stephen felt overwhelmed. He inhaled his sister’s sweaty scent, and he tasted the salt on her skin. He held her with one arm around her waist and the other under her polo shirt. Stephen squeezed her tit, and his breath blew hot and damp on her neck. 

Summer stroked the length of her brother’s cock. Her thumbs toyed with its smooth head—already slippery with his pre-cum—and she tumbled his balls in her fingers. “You’re sweaty and gross,” she told him, but it didn’t stop her or slow her down.

“Yeah, well you stink,” Stephen said. He inhaled his sister’s scent again, and groaned in her ear. “You turn me on, and now you’re getting me off,” he said.

It wasn’t much warning. Stephen instinctively thrust his cock into Summer’s hands. She squealed and laughed when her brother’s cream shot onto her belly and her hands. She kissed his face and pumped him until he was empty and his cock was going soft again.

“That was even quicker than I thought it would be,” Summer said. She wiped Stephen off her belly and sucked him off her fingers, and she climbed off the rock to straighten her shirt. Summer looked down the trail and added, “It’s wasn’t too soon, either. The kids are on their way.” 

Stephen scrambled to pull his shorts on, and by the time the kids dragged themselves up the last few yards of the trail, he was sitting innocently in the shade with his sister.

Summer and Stephen stayed on top of the hill long enough to answer the kid’s questions. When the questions slowed down they fit their helmets and walked—and sometimes skidded—down the steep trail with the bikes on their shoulders.

Summer checked her phone when they got to the asphalt and said, “You know how Mom is always late? I bet they’re just leaving the house now.”

“Then we’ll have a lot of time when we get home,” Stephen said. He pushed off, swung his leg over the bike and slowed it down until Summer caught up. They used more brake than pedal on the downhill ride home, and the air rushing around them made it easy to forget the heat.

“The pool is calling,” Summer said when the bikes were once again hanging in the garage. Stephen stopped in the kitchen to pour a glass of ice water, and he found his sister on a shaded lounge by the pool, peeling off her shoes and socks.

“I didn’t bring a swimsuit this time,” she said. “I’m going in au naturel.”

Just the thought made Stephen’s cock stir. He sat down beside the lounge, and Summer fell back with a squawk when he lifted her foot. He kissed her toes and rubbed his thumbs into the sole of her foot. “I heard somewhere this was supposed to be a big turn-on,” he said.

Summer mumbled something to answer, and spread her toes so that Stephen could slip his tongue between them. He switched from one foot to the other, and when he was done, Summer was sprawled on the lounge with one hand in her shorts.

“I guess whoever told me that wasn’t lying,” Stephen said. He kicked his shoes off and climbed onto the lounge beside Summer.

“Worked for me,” Summer said. She pulled her hand out of her shorts and held her fingers up for Stephen to sniff and taste her fingers.

Stephen peeled his socks off then he tugged up on his sister’s shirt. She lifted her arms and let him pull it over her head. Stephen unhooked her bra, and Summer let if fall beside the lounge. Stephen squeazed her breasts in his hands and his mouth watered for a taste.

“Hold your horses,” Summer said. She pushed her brother’s hands away and tugged his shirt off. She kissed his neck and tasted the drying sweat on his chest while she opened his shorts and pushed them down.

Stephen’s cock jumped up to greet Summer, and she laughed. He tugged her shorts off, peeled her panties down more slowly, and bared her naked pussy. She glistened with sweat and excitement. He pinned Summer to the lounge with his lips over hers. He tasted her mouth and caressed her tongue with his, and she pushed her thighs apart to invite his touch.

It was Summer who broke their kiss. “This is going fast,” she said and squirmed out from under her brother. “I’m only complaining because I’m still hot and sticky, and I want to get in the water.”

Stephen sat down on the lounge and watched Summer dive into the pool. He followed more slowly and caught her in four feet of water. Stephen had to touch her. He couldn’t stop, and she didn’t want him to.

Summer swept her wet hair back from her face and laid her arms around her brother’s shoulders while he ducked down to get his hands under her butt. He stood up with her in his arms, and she lifted her legs around his waist.

“You want to suck me, don’t you, Fudd.” Summer said. “I could see that hungry look on your face when you took my bra off.” Stephen nodded his answer, and she wrapped her arms around his head. “Then suck me. Let me feed you.”

Stephen looked around to get his bearings, then he stepped to the near side of the pool and pressed Summer against it. He hoisted her up to get her tit in his mouth, and he sucked her. She tasted a bit like chlorine at first, until he’d sucked the pool water off her skin. He filled his mouth with his sister. He squeezed his face between her tits, and he kissed her soft flesh.

Thrills flowed through Summer’s body from her brother’s lips, and she laughed in his ear. “I could just relax and slip down a little,” she said, “and I bet your cock would go right up in me.” She kissed his face when he looked up at her, “I’m that ready, but it’s bad to do it in the water.”

Summer made a show out of getting out of the pool. She pushed herself up to sit on the side and lifted her leg to show the water running down over her slick pussy. She turned into a squat and stood slowly with her legs apart while her brother watched her wet slit and asshole.

“Show-off,” Stephen said, and splashed her with water.

“Tell me how much you hate it.” Summer said. “I bet your cock is hard as a rock.”

Stephen pulled himself out of the pool and stood. He proved his sister right. Summer backed up laughing while the pool water ran down her brother’s chest and belly, around his straining hard-on, and over his balls.

Summer would have run if she wanted to get away. Instead, she squealed when Stephen grabbed her arm, and she gasped when he scooped her up in his arms.

Stephen carried his sister to the lounge and laid her down. She squirmed to the side when he tried to climb between her legs, and she pulled him down beside her.

“You were on top last night,” Summer said. “Now it’s my turn.”

Stephen rolled on his back, and Summer mounted his hips. He squeezed her tits while she rubbed herself along his shaft, then she rose and lifted his cock to take him. She worked him into her, slowly at first, then lowered herself onto him. His cock slid deep into her in one smooth movement. Stephen arched his back at the sensation, and both of them caught their breath.

Summer paused after she had her brother inside her. “This feels really good,” she said, and started a slow, undulating rise and fall. His shaft slipped into her and out again with each movement. Stephen could hardly breath. Even the cold water dripping onto his chest from Summer’s hair didn’t distract him.

They moved together faster as their excitement mounted. Just like the night before, each was the other’s perfect lover. Stephen rested his hands on Summer’s hips and watched. Her expression was empty until she realized he was watching, then she gave him a distracted smile and started grinding herself against him.

Summer’s juice trickled down Stephen’s shaft and around his balls. She uttered little grunts and gasps and worked herself hard against the firm spot above his cock. Stephen felt the tension building in her body. She gripped his sides and tossed her head back.

Summer’s climax came suddenly, and it wracked her body. The spasms clinched around her brother’s cock and broke over her like a wave. She collapsed on his chest when the spasms passed and tried to catch her breath.

Stephen stroked his sister’s wet hair and her back. His hands stroked down her sides to her hips, and he pushed her down onto his cock again. “Do it again, Stinky,” he said, and rocked her on his cock.

Summer pushed herself up to focus on Stephen’s face, and she returned to her undulating grind. Stephen watched her nostrils flare. She closed her eyes to concentrate on the quickly-growing sensation between her legs, and Stephen pushed himself back against her.

The second time didn’t take long at all. Summer’s grind made her writhe on Stephen’s body. He held her and pushed his cock up and into her tight cunt. He felt that tension building in her again, just as it was building in him. She groaned into his chest. He slammed himself up into her and let the sensations in his cock take over. He ground his teeth, and they gasped as they came. The spasms gripped both of them and, when they were gone, Stephen was empty, and Summer was full.

Their bodies slipped together in simple harmony and their movements gradually slowed. Stephen let his cock slip out of Summer, and his hands slip off her hips, and she slept with her head on his shoulder.

The heat got to Stephen first. He was, after all, on the bottom and blanketed by his sister’s body. She woke when he pushed her up. “You feel good,” he said, “but you’re hot.” He fumbled for his cell phone to check the time. “We need to pull things together before Mom and Dad get back.”

“With their new Caddy,” Summer said and sat up on the side of the lounge. “I’ll use Mom’s stuff, wash my hair here, and go home. I need something to wear to dinner and to the party. I still have to talk Mom into letting me take you away tonight, but that shouldn’t be hard.”

Summer reached down and slipped her fingers along her brother’s cock. “You should pack your bag this afternoon and put it in your car. That way we can stay out all night, or you can come to my place.”

* * * *

They had reservations for dinner on a roof-top patio. The desert air cooled quickly after the sun went down. Flying bugs were drawn to the lights by the stage, and bats were drawn to the bugs. To Stephen, it seemed like every man on the patio was drawn to Summer like the bugs were drawn to the light. Their wives and girlfriends played the role of bats.

“You’re taped into that, right?” Karen asked. Summer wore the dress that Karen bought for Frances. It looked sexy on Frances. It looked sinful on Summer. She found it where Frances left it hanging on Stephen’s bathroom door. It didn’t fit into Frances’ bag, but Stephen thought he could bring it, or Karen could have it shipped. Summer took it.

“Totally,” Summer said. “I’m not flashing anyone.” She plucked at the neckline plunging between her boobs to show her mother that the fabric was stuck where it needed to be.

“Aren’t you going to be cold?” Alan asked. “Your back is bare.” He didn’t mention it, but the skirt was short, too.

“Fudd promised me his blazer if I get cold,” Summer said, but Stephen suspected she’d rather show off than be warm. “I love talking about me, but can we talk about this now?” She pulled a folded paper out of her purse and pushed it across the table to Alan. Summer pretended she didn’t care while her father read. Instead of watching, she adjusted one of the hair pins that held her hair into a tidy twist at the back of her head.

Alan had to put his glasses on to read by the patio light. “Financial Assistance at Northwestern?” he asked.

“It came today,” Summer explained. “It’s just a teaching assistantship, but it’s a job.”

Karen plucked the paper out of Alan’s hand and skimmed it. “This is wonderful!” she said. “It would save us so much money if we could visit you both in the same place. If you want help, then we can help.”

Their server leaned over Karen’s shoulder to place a salad in front of her. After that, the talk of Summer’s future was mixed with talk of bread, and wine, and well-cooked steaks. 

They were waiting on their coffee and dessert, and the crowd was starting to migrate toward the dance floor when Stephen’s phone chimed in his jacket pocket. He had a text, and then he had two.

Summer caught the look of disbelief on her brother’s face when he checked the message. “What?” she asked, and leaned over his arm to see the screen. It was from Frances.

“It sucks to break up like this,” Frances wrote, “but fuck you and your family too.”

“Wow,” Summer said, “that’s rough.”

“There’s more,” Stephen said, scrolled to the next message, and let his sister read it.

“I met a guy on the plane yesterday. He took me to a movie last night, and I slept with him. It was great. I took your shit back to your place this afternoon. Even the ring. I got my stuff, left the key and locked the door. Don’t call me. I won’t answer.”

Summer handed the phone to Karen while Stephen relaxed back into his chair. “What a bitch!” Karen said, and Summer and Stephen both laughed. Karen rarely used the word. She handed the phone to Alan and looked at her son. “Are you going to be alright?” 

Their server placed Stephen’s double espresso in front of him. He sat up and took the phone back from Alan before he answered. “I’m alright. I’m surprised, but mostly because, after the last few days, I thought I’d be the one breaking up with her.”

“It wasn’t working, was it?” Alan asked, but it was more of a statement than a question.

Karen added, “She was hard for us to understand. Maybe we were hard for her to understand, too.”

Summer stayed quiet and gave Karen a look that made her mother tug on Alan’s arm. “I want to dance,” she said, “and let the kids talk.”

It was a slow song, and Stephen watched Karen and Alan step close to dance. He wasn’t at all ready when Summer screeched in his ear. “I win!” She tugged on his arm and pulled his ear to her lips. “You got your little win this morning. I get my big win now.”

“I’d love to see you do your victory dance in that thing,” Stephen said, but Summer’s expression made it plain that she wasn’t getting on any dance floor in that dress or those shoes. “Why did you wear that?” he asked. “It makes me want to take it off from you, but it isn’t your style.”

“I meant to co-opt Frances’ dress,” Summer said, “so if you thought of the dress, you wouldn’t be thinking of her. If I knew earlier how this was going to work out, then I wouldn’t be wearing this slutty thing now.”

Stephen changed the subject. “Frances is going to stay out of the picture. If you want a place, then my offer is still good. You can stay with me.”

“I love that idea,” Summer said, “but I’ll have to think about it.” The music shifted to a quicker rhythm. “Can I borrow this now?” Summer asked, and plucked at Stephen’s blazer. “My back is getting cold.”

When Alan and Karen came back to the table they found the staff clearing the table and Summer with her brother’s jacket draped over her shoulders. Summer leaned to Karen’s ear to say something that Stephen couldn’t hear. He understood when Karen reached over the table during a lull in the music and said, “Your sister thinks you should stay busy tonight so you don’t stew over Frances. Go to that party with her. It’ll be better for you.”

The music picked up again, and Karen tugged on Alan’s arm. Stephen didn’t have trouble hearing her say, “It’s getting cool out. Let’s go now.”

Stephen and Summer walked their parents to the new Caddy, and Karen talked with Stephen while Alan showed the car to Summer. “I saw you pack your bag this afternoon,” she said. “Summer expects to keep you out all night, so we need to say goodbye now.” She glanced at Summer talking with her dad and when she looked back she said, “Keep your mood up, keep your sister safe, and have a good trip home.”

They watched Karen and Alan pull out of the parking lot, and then Stephen took Summer’s hand and tugged her to his rental car. “Slow down, Fudd!” Summer said. “These aren’t running shoes, you know.”

Stephen slowed his pace, but then pushed his sister back against the passenger-side door and looked over her head toward the restaurant. “What’s this party all about?” he asked, and slipped his hand under the edge of Summer’s plunging neckline.

“This isn’t the place to grope me,” Summer said and pushed Stephen’s hand away. “Did you ever get that desperate feeling right before fall semester? The feeling that your vacation would be wasted if you didn’t do something to remember?” Stephen nodded his answer, and slipped his hand back into his sister’s dress.

Stephen’s cock was getting hard, so he was hard to deny. Summer started to push his hand away again, but she stopped. She held still while he peeled back the tape that held her boob in the dress. She watched her brother’s face, and said, “That’s what the party is about. It’s so that people can end summer vacation by doing something they’ll remember.”

“Could be wild,” Stephen said, “but I won’t need any help remembering this.” He put one arm around his sister, and she tried for a moment to push him back before she relaxed. He slipped his hand around her boob, and pinched her nipple.

“I won’t either,” Summer said. She tipped her lips up, and Stephen covered her mouth with his. He pushed his tongue into her, and she rose to meet his excited kiss.

Stephen let go of Summer’s boob and lifted the hem of her dress. “You’re supposed to keep me happy, and I’m supposed to keep you safe,” he said. He pushed his hand down into her pantyhose and cupped it between her legs

“Stop that, Fudd!” Summer said, but she caught her breath and stepped her feet apart.

“I’m getting happy,” Stephen said. “Do you feel safe yet?”

“Safe?” Summer asked and looked around. “No! We’re in the middle of a damned parking lot!”

Stephen ground the heel of his hand over Summer’s clit and, when he felt her exhale against his neck, he pushed one finger then two fingers into her. “You went commando,” he said. It was a simple observation. “There’s no-one coming. I want to watch you come, and I’m not going to edge you.”

Summer’s face was lit in pale light from a distant parking-lot light when she looked up, and dark shadows outlined her symmetric features. “You’re turning me on,” she said. Her weight sagged onto Stephen’s hand between her legs, and her eyes drifted shut. 

Stephen held his sister up against the car. He watched her excitement build, and he brushed her face with his lips until she stiffened in his arms. “What if someone sees us?” she asked.

“Maybe that would make it more exciting.” Stephen answered. Summer sagged into his hand and forgot about being seen. Her juice coated her brother’s fingers, and her trigger hardened under his hand. He ground against her, fast and hard, and Summer ducked her head against his shoulder.

Summer’s body grew tense, and her voice, muffled against him, came in gasps. He heard her groan through clenched teeth, and suddenly all of her weight was in his arms. Stephen held her up, felt her orgasm grip her body, and watched it in her face.

“Good night!” someone said and waved. Stephen looked up and took a moment to realize that they were talking and waving to someone else. Summer bore weight on her high heels, but still leaned against the car with her legs apart and struggled to catch her breath.

“Fuck, Stinky,” Stephen whispered in her ear. “That was really hot.” He slipped his hand out of Summer’s pantyhose, sniffed his fingers, and tasted her slippery juice.

Summer pulled Stephen’s hands to her mouth. She tasted herself on his fingers and said, “That felt good. I mean really good.”

Summer drew her feet together, pushed away from the car, and stood up. She adjusted her pantyhose and smoothed her dress. “You know we don’t have to go to the party,” she said, and she fastened the tape over her boob again. “It was mostly my way of getting you out of Mom’s clutches. I can just text Ginny that we won’t be there.”

“What do we do instead?” Stephen asked. He opened the door for his sister and watched her climb in before he answered his own question. “Cruise, park, and make out. Or we could go to your place.”

“I hadn’t thought that far,” Summer said. She sent a text to Ginny while Stephen got in and started the car. She put her phone away, leaned against her brother’s shoulder and unbuckled his belt. “There’s something I want to do before we go anywhere. She unzipped him and slipped her hands into his shorts.

“What are you doing, Stinky?” Stephen asked. “There’s people coming.”

“Stupid question, Fudd,” she answered. “Ignore them. It’s more exciting that way, right? She pulled his cock out of his shorts and toyed with it. He’d been hard before, and now he was hard again. Summer waited for Stephen to slide his seat back then curled up across the center console and laid her head on his lap.

Stephen couldn’t see what his sister was doing. He could only feel it, and that was maddening. His balls tingled, his cock was warm and wet. Her head bobbed over his lap, and when she slowed down he could feel her lips slide along his shaft and the head of his cock slip to the back of her mouth.

Summer’s back was smooth and bare, and it invited Stephen’s touch. He rubbed her neck while she sucked him, and then ran his hands over her skin. He stroked the curve of her hips and slipped his hand under the fabric.

Stephen pushed his hand into Summer’s pantyhose, down the crack of her ass, and touched his sister’s asshole. She laughed and drew back to pump his cock with her hand. “It’s sensitive back there,” she said. “Do you have a thing for my butthole?”

“Maybe I do,” he said. “You have a nice butt, and your butthole is its tight little centerpiece.” He touched her again and she squirmed. “And I like the way it makes you do that.”

Stephen looked up and found a woman about twenty feet away looking back at him, so he waved with the hand that wasn’t making his sister squirm. She turned away and slid into her car.

Stephen watched the car lights come on, and the car pull away. Maybe being seen was exciting. He gasped and said, “Oh God, Stinky! You’re going to make me come.”

Summer took the warning. She held just the head of Stephen’s cock in her mouth and pumped him hard. He laid his head back and groaned. Stephen fought the urge to force his cock down his sister’s throat, and then he unloaded into her mouth. He writhed and groaned, but Summer wrestled with his cock to keep him in her mouth. She caught every drop.

Stephen’s spasms waned, and he laid back in his seat to catch his breath. He started to soften before Summer pushed herself up, and then she made a little show out of swallowing him.

Summer pushed herself away from Stephen and looked around while he pulled his hand out of her pantyhose. He closed his pants and buckled his belt while she straightened her dress and arranged his blazer around her shoulders again.

“Where to?” Stephen asked. He shifted the car into gear and, as he pulled out of the parking lot, he said, “I think I need to get something to drink.”

“Maybe a sports drink to keep your strength up,” Summer said then asked, “Do you remember any good make-out spots from High School? I want to make out.” She turned around to look back between the seats. “Front seat of back?”

“Back, I think,” Stephen said, “but we could try both.” He stopped at a convenience store in a working-class neighborhood, and they shopped for drinks under the glaring lights. Customers stared at Summer’s clothes and talked behind their hands.

Summer turned on the radio, and Stephen watched his sister bop to the music while they cruised along busy streets through pools of yellow lamplight. Teenage drivers whooped from cars and partied away the last nights of vacation.

“Keep going west,” Summer said and directed Stephen to a back road past the edge of the city. The night was moonless, and they saw nothing beyond the headlights. She slowed him down, so she could read signs and said, “There’s a turn out on the left up here. Take it.”

Stephen followed a strip of asphalt through scrub brush, along a road that was covered in places by drifting sand. He pulled into a parking lot, and on Summer’s signal, he stopped the car and turned off the lights.

Stephen crossed the center console. He put his arm behind his sister’s neck, and he pulled their mouths together. They tried hard to both fit into that one seat. Stephen pushed his knee between Summer’s legs and she ground herself against his thigh. She opened his slacks and stroked his cock. Stephen’s instinct was to hump her hands. He squeezed her breasts, and he tasted her mouth. She tipped her head back, and he kissed her throat and her ear.

They writhed together and murmured nonsense in each other’s ears. Their breath came shallow and ragged, and the sheen of sweat on their skin gleamed by the dashboard light.

“I can’t breathe!” Summer said. She pushed Stephen back and opened the door. He had to brace himself to keep them both from falling out. Summer squirmed from under him and stood by the car while he fell back on the seat to catch his breath.

Stephen closed the door behind him when he climbed out, and the car lights went dark. They were immersed in blackness for a moment before their eyes adjusted, and then they watched the glittering night.

The milky way stretched above them, and meteors streaked across the sky while Perseus rose in the east. The ridge of a great sand dune, outlined by starlight, curved up from the edge of the parking lot. City lights glowed in the east and silhouetted the volcanic peaks that hid the city from view. 

“Awesome,” Stephen said. “I forget, sometimes.”

Summer was quiet until she leaned her shoulder against her brother and asked, “Your apartment, is it just one bedroom?”

“You’re thinking about staying with me?” Stephen asked, but he didn’t wait for Summer’s answer. “It’s one bedroom. I’ve been looking at condos. Maybe it’s time to buy something bigger. I could probably find one near the Red Line.”

“Two bedrooms would be good,” Summer said. “At least for show.” She pushed away from the car and faced her brother. “You’re always going to be my brother, no matter what, but will we always be lovers?”

“We can be lovers for now,” Stephen said, “and whenever we want, but probably not forever.”

Stephen put an arm around Summer’s waist and pulled her close. “Think about it,” he said, “but now let’s try the back seat.” He opened the car door, slid the seat forward, and chased his sister in.

Summer fell laughing into the corner of the back seat, and Stephen climbed over her. He pulled the fabric from over her tits, and she held them up for him. Stephen kissed her throat and he kissed her nipples. He knelt on the floor and kissed her belly while he tugged her pantyhose down off her butt and down her thighs.

“What are you doing, Fudd?” Summer asked,

Stephen replied with a question of his own. “Is that always a stupid question?” he asked. He pulled Summer’s nylons down around her ankles, and he pushed her knees up and apart. Stephen buried his face between his sister’s thighs and immersed himself in her aroused scent and taste. Summer knotted her fingers in his hair. She pulled his mouth to her, and she arched her back as he sent thrills up her spine.

The soft folds between Summer’s legs were already wet when Stephen took them in his mouth. He sucked the musky juice out of her slit and off her pussy lips. He followed them with his tongue, up to find her trigger. Stephen slipped his tongue along each side of his sister’s hood, and over the top. She hardened under his tongue, and he sucked her between his lips.

Summer bucked and writhed as her excitement built, so Stephen wrapped her hips in his arms and held her. He was relentless; he was unmerciful. Summer caught her breath and her muscles tightened. For an instant, her clit seemed to disappear, but he followed it.

Summer released her breath with a scream, and she twisted from her brother’s grip. He caught her and lashed her with his tongue until she complained, “Stop Fudd! Stop!”

Stephen climbed up onto the back seat and sat between Summer’s legs. Her hips rocked and her tits heaved while she recovered, and she slipped into quiet relaxation. He shoved his pants and boxers down to free his aching cock, and surprised Summer by pulling her up to straddle his lap.

Summer was confused at first. She leaned on Stephen’s shoulders while he lifted his cock under her. He worked it along her wet slit and between her pussy lips. He pushed up into her when she settled her weight on him, and they both groaned from the excitement.

Stephen lifted Frances’ dress over Summer’s head, and Summer unbuttoned her brother’s shirt. They were both naked when Stephen pulled Summer to him again. She stroked her hands over his chest, kissed his mouth, and started a slow undulation.

Summer dragged the sensitive skin below Stephen’s ear between her teeth. She bit his throat and dug her fingers into his sides. Her excitement was in her touch, in her hot breath, and in the growing pace of her grind.

Stephen wrapped his arm around his sister’s neck. He dragged her mouth to his, and he pushed into her in perfect rhythm with her movements. He ached inside her. The sensations sent waves of pleasure through his body; they tightened his muscles and shortened his breath.

Neither of them could think. They could only move and feel the other’s body around them. Summer engulfed Stephen in her heat. He wrapped her in his strength.

Summer climaxed first. She gripped Stephen’s sides and ducked against his shoulder. Her cunt contracted around his cock, and Stephen bellowed at the head liner. He pushed up between his sister’s thighs, and he released himself inside her. They thrashed, and they gasped, and in the end they fell together, laughing at their shared release.

* * * *

It was hours later when the first gray light of dawn appeared behind the mountains and found Summer resting on her brother’s chest. Stephen held her long hair back from her face and off her neck. He brushed her forehead with his lips, and murmured in her ear. She moved ever so slowly with his cock inside her—just enough to remind them both that they were still joined.

Stephen found his phone and sighed at the time. “My flight is in three hours,” he said. “That’s enough time to take you home, return this car, and get through security. I pity whoever has to sit next to me.”

Summer lifted her head and said, “You’re going to smell like me.” She lifted herself to let her brother’s cock slip out of her, and she sniffed her own sweaty scent. “That’s not very good.”

She settled on the seat next to Stephen and started sorting their clothes. “You’re coming back for Christmas, aren’t you?” she asked. 

“I am,” Stephen said and wrapped his hand around his sister’s arm. “But, listen to me, Stinky. I’m really coming back at Christmas to get you. I want you to live with me.”

Summer brushed her hand over Stephen’s bare chest and watched his expression. “I’ll live with you, Fudd,” she said, “as long as it works, anyway.” She pinched a fold of skin above her brother’s hip and made him flinch. “Don’t think it’s going to be all sex and movies. Between classes and all, I’m going to get you back in shape.”