Pleasure_s A Must

Dee Westee
Chapter 1

Her breathing was beginning to return to normal. The orgasm from masturbation was sort of swimming away from her, leaving her with an empty kind of satisfaction, at best.

Stacey bit her lip and held her eyes tightly shut. Well,. she needed that, she consoled herself. Her stomach muscles relaxed, her upper thighs relaxed. So good to relax, she thought. But why this way? Why always this lonely way? She was feeling a melancholy she wasn't supposed to be feeling on the eve of her vacation. After all, she had long been anticipating the two weeks she and her brother Kurt were going to spend in the Catskills along with the Wilson's at an isolated house they had reserved months ago. The place was beautiful, she knew, far up in the mountains. They would be able to really relax, swim in the stream that ran through the partially wooded lot, bask in the sunshine, and be happy together. She had been so involved with making the arrangements, checking on whether this or that had been done, and now she didn't want to let it be known that she was no longer sure whether she wanted to go on the trip or not. It would be cruel to back out now, she decided, so she would put on a false front and go along for the benefit of the others.

Practically all of the final arrangements had been made. She had worked feverishly at the bank for the last few days to get things in shape so that she could take the two weeks off. Her brother Kurt and his buddy Bill had put in a request for vacation time a few months back in anticipation of this trip, had bought fishing tackle, and had saved up the money out of their weekly paychecks to enable them to make the trip. Both had invested in good hiking boots so that they could roam the mountainsides and enjoy the natural surroundings.

Everything was in readiness except herself. She had the feeling of being crushed by a huge juggernaut, which she had helped to set in motion, when she had agreed to go along on this trip. Now it was too late to back out, and she wished she didn't feel so much like a prisoner on death row, condemned to die and knowing the exact date and time of her execution. How was she going to withstand the pressure of this intimate vacation with her brother and the married couple who were their best friends?

Morosely, she wandered into her bedroom, opened her closet, and began removing some things she would have to pack for the trip. Well at least it would be a big relief to get out of the city and into the county. Maybe she could just spend most of the time up in the woods, away from the rest. She didn't know what she was going to do now that her feelings had changed so much about her older brother.

It had all started this evening. It wasn't that she didn't love Kurt any more… after what he did. It's just… well, maybe I love him too much, she thought… so much that I almost… let him… It bothered her that he had tried. Yes! It really bothered her.

And then again she had to admit that what he was trying to tell her had made sense. Since their parents had died two years ago, they had only each other as family. She remembered how important Kurt had become to her after the terrible auto accident, the funeral arrangements, the empty, lonely feelings that he had soothed by being with her. Then it had seemed just natural for them to move into an apartment together in the city, sharing expenses and housework, and trying to build 'a life for themselves. She had worked hard at the bank, becoming a supervisor in only two years, and Kurt had completed his apprenticeship training and was now a full-fledged welder, working on some of the city's biggest construction projects. It was at his work that Kurt- had met Bill and Birdie, introduced them to Stacey. Over the last year or so, the foursome had spent many happy hours together.

Of course, occasionally Stacey had gone out on dates with some of the young men she met at work. But none of them had really tried to love her for herself. It seemed that all they were interested in was having a few drinks or smoking a few joints and then hitting the sack as quickly as possible, and Stacey had concluded each of these relationships in a hurry. Perhaps that was how life in the modern day was supposed to be, but she didn't want any part of it. Kurt, too, had taken girls out on dates, but he never brought any of them home to meet Stacey. Sometimes he spent a night out, but Stacey never asked him about what he was doing, and it seemed that none had really taken up his steady attention.

But they had been happy together! Oh, how happy they had been. Their two bedroom apartment was in a new, comfortable building, and they had fixed it up just the way they wanted, with sunny yellow curtains in all the windows and plenty of green plants everywhere. It was as though they had created an island of family love within the ocean of isolation'-that was the big city.

And now all that had been destroyed. She began slowly to go over what had happened. She really found it hard to remember every detail, since she could still hardly believe that it had occurred. She and Kurt had gone up to the roof swimming pool after work, enjoying the evening sunset over the city skyline. They had been alone at the pool, and for some reason it seemed that Kurt couldn't keep his eyes off Stacey. She had felt naked under his gaze, as though the scanty bikini she was wearing only accented her excitingly shaped figure, mature, womanly, but still petite and almost fragile with a nipped-in waist swelling curvaceously downward to voluptuously rounded hips and buttocks, gently tapering thighs and long, curving line of calves, tiny ankles and equally small, narrow feet… and upward to full-mounded breasts that were barely contained in the mere suggestion of a bra-top, all crowned by long, honey blonde hair over a beautiful face with wide, jade-green eyes, a short pretty nose and somewhat full, sensuous lips.

"You know, I sure am lucky to have such a sexy little sister!" he had complimented, unable to hide the salacious look in his eyes.

Stacey couldn't help seeing the hungry leer he gave her, but she tried to ignore it, telling herself that he was only seeing what any man' would have seen, for she was aware that her stunning figure always seemed to have some effect on males. But this was her own brother, and he had never really looked at her like that before. Of course, when they were smaller, they had played house the way all kids do, and when they were in their preteens, Kurt had tried some of the funny business like touching her pussy that big brothers are known for. But nothing serious had ever happened, thank God, and since they had grown up Kurt had never given the slightest hint of sexual desire for his twenty-year-old younger sister. In their apartment, they had always observed an unspoken decorum that neither had broken, so that there was never an outward sign of the inner loneliness they both sometimes felt, not having any steady lovers of their own.

In a way she was happy that Kurt found her so attractive-she supposed it was just her natural female pride in her physical appearance. And she couldn't deny that he was just as attractive as she was.

"Well, brother dear," she had returned, "You're mighty handsome yourself, you know!"

It was true. Kurt was a strapping six feet tall, lithe, strong, and athletic. He was twenty-five, five years older than she. He had the same jade-green eyes looking out under wavy blond hair over a boyish grin. If they weren't brother and sister, they certainly would have made a striking couple, and Stacey had often enjoyed the admiring stares of strangers when the two of them went out together to a restaurant or theater, arm in arm. But Stacey had always assumed that some day she would meet a man who could be everything Kurt was to her and more – someone she could make love to, and have babies with-someone she could marry!

She had tried to imagine what it would be like to be married… and a man making love to her for the first time. The images were blurred, and the question was academic. Of course, she had read some books, and she knew the mechanics of sex, but never having experienced anything bordering on a true sexual coupling she couldn't really fill in the details.

But her brother, Kurt, she thought, was sexually knowledgeable and highly experienced. Sometimes the way he talked about sex let her know that there was almost nothing he didn't know about it.

After the sun had set in all its magnificence over the city skyline, they had taken the elevator back down to their apartment, still wearing their wet swimming suits under their matching terry cloth robes. Stacey had gone into her own bedroom, with its adjoining bath. Quickly, she had stripped off her clammy bikini and stepped into the shower. Afterward, she toweled herself dry with a luxuriously soft, terry bath towel, draped it around her nudity and walked into her bedroom; then, intent upon searching out the whereabouts of a pair of her nylon panties in her dresser drawer, she was not conscious of the door having been opened and closed softly. It was not until she straightened up, the wispy panties in her hand, that she saw him standing there behind her, the mirror reflecting his naked body.

Stacey had often seen her brother naked, so she felt no alarm at first. Laughing, she said to him, looking at his reflection in the mirror still, "What's the matter, big brother, can't you find-your drawers?"

Then, she saw it! His penis was hard, elongated, and pulsing warmly, as it speared out dangerously from his loins! She had never seen him like this, and her eyes were now drawn to it like bits of iron to a magnet. My God… it's absolutely beautifully monstrous! Wide-eyed, she gaped down at his loins, unable for the moment to speak… or even move. She felt hot all of a sudden and yet as though she had just been dealt a stunning blow in the belly; shock raced through her unchecked, for somehow, she knew that her darling Kurt, her trusted older brother, had come into her bedroom with something incestuous on his mind. He wants to… it was unthinkable. My own brother! With an effort of will, her eyes swept up his trimly lithe body to his face, seeking some kind of answer or reassurance, at least, she might be wrong.

Her brother walked toward her, his face a mask of hopeless lust, his lips spilling out words… words she couldn't believe.

"I can't stand it any longer, Stacey… you're the only girl I really love!"

Frantically, she clutched the towel close to her, while her heart hammered against her ribs, the meaning of what he was saying skidding around inside her skull, telling her that it was true. He wanted to… to fuck her… right then, and he was serious! God! She had imagined the day she would open her legs for the first time for her husband, beautiful, mysterious, and romantic, coming in to her marriage bed, pure and virginal… and suddenly, she was confronted with the reality of her own brother wanting to take her virginity from her!

"My God, Kurt!" she choked. "You… can't mean it?" Her troubled green eyes were drawn hypnotically to the massively throbbing shaft of his penis below.

"Honey, Stacey, yes! I can't stand it any longer, I tell you! Nobody else means as much to me as you do… I want to fuck you, Stacey!" Stacey stepped back away from him, as though she had trod on a burning hot coat, while that harsh four-letter word drilled deep into her brain, jolting her with its uncouth sound.

"Kurt, what are you saying?" she snapped, as determination not to let it happen now flooded through her. "We can't do that! You're my brother! You know I love you too, but… we can never do that!"

"Yeah, I know about all that," Kurt said as he reached her, planting himself solidly in front of her, his big hand going out to grasp the towel and strip it from her luscious, cringing body. "But I need you… you're the one I love!"

Then, dropping the towel, he enfolded her in,his arms, pressing her shameful nakedness against his own tightly, as he leaned his head down to kiss her, capturing her lips with his own, flattening and spreading them with furious ardor, until her mouth was forced open and his tongue darted sinuously into the moistly warm sweetness of his little sister's mouth to taste and savor it probingly.

Futilely, she struggled writhing in the circle of his hard-muscled arms in an attempt to escape him, but he was too strong. Her big brother held her tight and close, her struggles only inciting him further as her naked abdomen ground against the massive hardness of his cock, standing up jack staff- between them. She felt it throbbing warmly, seeming to bore hotly into the soft flesh of her naked belly almost like a red-hot poker and reminding her with its imposing presence of what he intended to do. A hollow, helpless fear she had never felt before came alive churningly in the pit of her stomach. My God! He's really going to… try… to fuck me!

Helpless to do anything about it, Stacey felt herself being propelled toward her bed, the fear in her seeming to flee in the face of something stronger. It was an igniting spark of responding desire that had lain dormant, banked there in her loins, suppressed and ignored, that was now being blown to smoldering life, leaving her confused, as her resistance ebbed from her, weakening her… and she found herself moving with her older brother and allowing him to push her down to the soft mattress. She seemed to float in sort of slow-motion, suspended animation. Then, she was stretched out on the bed with Kurt there beside her. Suddenly, a lewd wantonness surged through her, making her want to feel her brother's body next to hers… to feel the joys of adult love… to experience it all… all the way.

Avidly, his greedily eager hands began to explore her body, caressing and kneading the full, swelling mounds of her sensitive breasts, feeling their pliant, satin like.smoothness and glorying in his sudden possession of them. Damn! He'd been waiting for so long to try to get the happiness he knew he would have with her! He had tried to suppress it as long as he could, but today, when she'd been splashing so happily around-in that little bikini, he couldn't help himself any longer. He loved her so much, every inch of her. Christ! He was only a man! He wanted to fuck her… right now!

Her nipples began to distend, the areolas to draw up at their bases, and she felt the glowing sensations he generated in her breasts that seemed to flow downward to her quaking belly, almost like a fiery stream of molten lava seeking the lowest elevation and filling her with a raw desire she had never known could exist. His mouth left hers then, and he was kissing and sucking on one of her fully elongated and sensitive nipples. Suddenly, his sharp teeth bit into it, causing her to whine in feeble complaint.

"Please… honey, don't! Please… don't do it!" she pleaded, sensing that she couldn't allow him to do what he intended. It was wrong, it was no good! If she could just get him to stop, right then… before she was too far gone, it would be all right… but it was going to take every ounce of will power she possessed.

She might as well not have spoken, begging him to stop. His hands prowled her body boldly with a mind of their own, and he wouldn't listen, turning a deaf ear to her whining pleas. He smoothed-his palms over her ribs and down across the smooth, flat plane of her belly until he was teasing lewdly in the soft golden curls of her pubic hair, causing her to prickle with a strange, new anticipation, down between her tightly clamped thighs. Desperately, she tried to squirm away from his warmly dangerous hand. She knew that if he were to possess her there… get his hand in between her legs, down there, it would be the beginning of the end… of her resistance, of her virginity. Oh ooohh! I can't… let him… do it!

Then, his mouth had sought hers again, and he was kissing her, his demanding tongue probing between her lips and trying to snake its way up between them. Suddenly, unable to stop herself from doing it, her mouth opened and her own tongue slid quickly up into his mouth to be nibbled and sucked, while below, his hands followed her hotly writhing loins. Deftly, he slipped his middle finger down the soft, moist slit of her pussy lips, splaying them open slightly… enough to allow his finger to find the pulsingly erect bud of her clitoris, which he massaged with gentle yet firm authority. It was vibrantly hard, signaling him instantly that she was getting as hot as he was… that it would be only a matter of moments before he could finally cradle himself between her trembling white thighs and drive his aching cock deep, deep into her tight little unfucked cunt. Christ! How badly he wanted to fuck it to her! When he touched the hardened shaft of her clitoris for the first time, he felt the recoiling shock of it in her body, heard her quickly indrawn, rasping breath, followed by her moan of mixed defeat and pleasure. Abjectly, she groaned up into his mouth, barely able -to contain herself as she writhed helplessly on his tantalizing finger.

Desperately, she wrenched her mouth aside and panted up into her older brother's face, "Oh, God… Kurt, dear… we can't do this… we mustn't! We're brother and sister!"

"I don't care about all that any more, Stacey…" he breathed into her ear. "You're my sister and you're beautiful and I want you naked and warm beneath me, that's all I know."

And then, she felt the hard, vibrant warmth of his penis against the smooth inner flesh of her thigh, as he pressed it firmly against her there. Strange! There was moisture smearing on her thigh, and she wondered: Is it his sperm? Then, she remembered. No, it was the other thing she had read about… the lubricant that comes out first. Meanwhile, his finger, searching expertly in the secret places of her virginal young pussy had not stopped for a moment. It was there now, assaulting her desire-tingling passage… and she realized suddenly that she was getting all moist and ready down between her legs. Dear God…! What was wrong with her? His finger had worked down her trembling pussy-slit until it was actually teasing just up inside her vaginal walls! "Oooooooh!" she mewled, mounting excitement causing her to involuntarily arch her neck, her head beginning a side-to-side roll, uncontrollably, and her naked buttocks ground down into the soft mattress, endeavoring to escape the rapaciously tantalizing finger in her cuntal passage. No! No! Noooo! The word caromed around inside her skull. I can't! I just won't… let this happen!

After a few more moments, his mouth pulled away from hers, and he dipped his head down to her breast, cupping the warmly pliant flesh in his hand, as he took a tiny, spiked-out, erectly sensitive nipple between his moist lips, sucking it deeply into his mouth.

She knew that she had to stop him before it was too late! But how? God… how do I stop him? Worse yet, she did not know how she was going to stop herself!

Kurt's voracious sucking mouth was alternating now between her breasts, and slowly his hand eased from between her legs, his finger trailing upward, once again, to caress massaging the short, hardened bud of her clitoris. Again also, she tried to protest with words, then with her hands, attempting weakly to push his hand away from her pubic triangle, but neither her voice nor her hands would respond; then she attempted to writhe her body away to deny him her breasts, but instead it seemed that everything, she did only tended to arouse her more. Belatedly, she realized that her actions only served to incite him more, also, making it a sort of cycle. For long, delicious moments, his mouth played on her throbbing breasts, his tongue finally trailing moistly through the narrow, fleshy valley between the mounded fullness of them… and on downward…

His body slithered hotly down over her trembling belly, as his body moved up over her, his hardened cock sliding into the valley formed by her clenching thighs.

Lightly, teasingly, his moist, hot tongue dipped into the shallow depression of her navel for a long moment, bringing mewls of pleasure to her lips… before moving lower yet.

An involuntary gasp of surprise and erotic joy escaped her then, as his mouth inched lower and lower… until it was there, sending maddening patterns of indecently lewd sensations charging through her inexperienced body. His tongue was replacing his finger! It was pressuring down from the top of her desire-heated cuntal slit to lap at the sensitive pleasure bud of her clitoris, and she couldn't stop him! She wasn't even sure she wanted to stop him anymore, the pleasure of it was beginning to be so great!

Then, she felt her thighs being pressed apart; she guessed what he was going to do next, but she was powerless to resist him as he hunched up between her obscenely splayed legs, his head going down between smoothly tapered thighs, until he was nuzzling her traitorously acquiescing pussy. Her breath was sucked in a startled gasp as she felt his thumbs pressing outward, spreading the soft, golden, hair-covered lips of her cunt. The cool air of the room washed over the warm, moist pussy-flesh, and she realized how obscene the situation was… how utterly impossible! Again, she tried to stop him, but she seemed to be paralyzed, immobile… almost as though she wanted this to happen, without having to take the responsibility of it upon herself.

With greedy avidity, Kurt's tongue flicked out, the tip of it teasing moistly against the short, hardened mound of her clitoral shaft, causing it to pulse with sensations she had never felt before this. Then, his fingers were spreading the tightly resilient opening of her cunt wider yet, and he felt the thin membrane of her hymen, intact, unbroken… completely virginal. God! My little sister's a real cherry! There's never been anything bigger than a finger in there! It's gorgeous! With a moan of uncontrollable lust, he dropped his tongue downward from her clitoris and shot it deeply into the coraline moistness of her smooth, throbbing cuntal opening.

Her body recoiled convulsively from the sudden, moist contact, and she knew then that this was actually something she wanted! It was beautiful… it was her own beloved brother after all! And it wasn't the same as it would be if he used his enormous, hard penis, shoving it into her vagina and breaking her maidenhood forever. It was a handy rationalization, as wantonly, she reached down, her fingers entangling in her brother's hair to pull his mouth hard in against her insanely demanding, loins.

"Oh, ooooohh, ooooohhh!" she moaned, as she felt his long, agile tongue flicking in maddening circles just inside the opening of her vagina, sending delightful spasms of pure sexual pleasure surging through her. Oh, God! That feels… so good!

But, in the next moment of her own amazement, she heard herself groaning, "We've got to stop… sweetheart! We've… got… to… stop!"

Surprisingly, he did stop. He was moving up over her, wedging his hips down between her cringing thighs, leaving her unsatisfied cunt and filling her with both disappointment and consternation. Now her vagina was burning alive with the fire of her own female need… but she didn't want this! Why did he have to change?

Below, his lust-inflated cock, aroused beyond all reason now, stabbed ineffectually at the constantly moving target of her cuntal opening as she writhed under him trying to keep him from shoving it into the untried tenderness of her young, virginal cunt. Finally, in desperation, Stacey reached down between her legs and gripped the thick length of his hardness in her tiny, desperate hand. God… it's so big! She felt it warm and throbbing in her hand, as she deflected yet another plunging attempt on his part to thrust it into her. The loose skin slipped along its length, the bulbous head reaching out yearningly toward its ultimate goal.

She had never touched a man's cock before, and she felt a tingling thrill of unwanted delight as she sensed its power, pulsing there in her hand so impatiently. Then she realized that her small fingers couldn't encircle it. Oh, God, it'd split any woman right open! It was impossible for this enormous thing to go into her tiny opening! Yet, perversely, her state of arousal, knowing no logic now, obeying no boundaries, caused her to toss aside all inhibitions. What would it be like… if she were to let him bury it deep inside her passion-inflamed cunt? She was tempted. God! This was the way it was supposed to be… with a man and woman who loved each other. But Kurt was her brother! Maybe I'm wrong, she thought. Maybe it would be all right if I let Kurt go ahead and do it to me… just once. Instinctively then and quite eagerly her hand began to stroke massagingly up and down the.throbbing alive shaft of his cock, rubbing up and down its massive hardness with maddeningly tantalizing strokes.

Kurt, lying on top of her, grunted with frustration as he flexed his hips, still trying to shove his aching cock into the moistly tight smoothness of her pussy. His teeth ground together and his breath was laborious as he gasped, "Stacey, honey… put it in for God's sake! Put it in your cunt! I want to fuck you… right now! I've got to fuck you… Stacey!"

Again, his lewd use of that obscene, four-letter word jolted her. Somehow she just couldn't let this go on. And yet, down below, her treacherously pulsating cunt was quivering with need for him, too!

"Darling…" she moaned, "I love you… but I can't do this! I… just can't… do it! You'd hate me afterward… if I… if I let you… let you fuck me. I'm your sister!"

"Christ… it doesn't make any difference! You're a woman now, and I'm a man! And I've got to fuck you… now!" he whined with passion. "Anyway… if you love me you won't let me hang here in mid-air, with my balls and cock aching… so God-damned hot and frustrated!"

All of her physical being, her lust-incited body, was telling her that she had to give in and let him do it to her; all the while, however, her moralistic mind had tried to maintain a modicum of control, attempting to keep her inflamed senses check-reined, but God… how she wanted it… wanted him… wanted his hardened shaft buried deep up inside her hungrily demanding cunt, fucking her to starry-eyed orgasm!

Heaving himself up above her on muscular arms, her older brother used all the strength of his back and legs to flex his pelvis, driving his lust-engorged cock straight toward the softly pulsing entrance to her cuntal passage. At the same time he pressed her legs back, upturning her naked loins and exposing her completely to his rapacious assault. For a flickering instant, Stacey relaxed her grasp on the throbbing shaft of his cock, allowing the bulbous cock-head to nestle into the tender, virginal flesh of her pussy.

The flashing, electrical contact, the sudden realization that a sexual moment of truth had been reached, causing something to snap in her brain, transported her in a twinkling back to the glaring daylight of raw reality. What am I doing? What am I thinking about?

"No!" she cried frantically. "Oh, noooooo!"

His mouth dropped down to capture her contorted lips, smothering her voice, but she talked up into the wetness of his mouth, even as he tried to squirm his cunt-seeking cock into her now fear-cringed vaginal opening. Just a little more, he thought, and I'll be inside of her! And when I am I'll fuck her so good.

"I can't stand it, Stacey! I want it up between your legs now!" he cried.

She kissed him back hard then, allowing him to slither his voracious tongue into her mouth as he continued to thrust his cock into her moist, hair-lined cunt-mouth. It went into her a fraction of an inch more, and she suddenly knew that if she didn't do something quickly, the breaking of her hymen would be an accomplished fact and she would no longer be a virgin! Insanely, she writhed her hips under him to keep him from penetrating into her smooth, pink passage, so moistly prepared already for his plundering entrance, his every stroke sending wild sensations surging through her uncontrollably. In final desperation Stacey reached down with her other hand, gripping his monstrously invading cock's shaft now with both hands, and wrenched it away from her wanting cum's mouth, twisting it and pulling upward. Dimly, she knew that he, too, was in desperate straits… that her denial would leave him frustrated beyond all reason. But she was willing to do anything at that moment to help him gain release… except the one thing she knew he really wanted. She just couldn't let him do that!

Holding firmly onto the warm vibrant rod of his desperately ramming cock with both hands, she cried out groaningly, "Kurt! Oh, please… Kurt, darling… let me do something else to make it all right for you?" she pleaded with him, meaning every word of it now. The idea was strange to her, but at that moment, she would have gladly let him use her mouth or her breasts… if only to avoid actually being fucked by her own brother!

And then suddenly he was pumping wildly, his hips driving the demanding shaft of his cock back and forth in the double-handed grip she had on it, his breath raspy in his throat, his breath coursing in short, gasping pants. She felt the shaft of his cock expand jerkingly in her hands, as helpless gasps of passion purred from his lips, ending in a deeply gasping sob.

"Oh, good God… I'm cumming!" he groaned.

Spurting from the slitted head of his cock, the hot fluids of his semen hosed from him thickly in seemingly never-ending ejaculative spasms, and she felt it hot and wet on her naked belly. It began to seep down between her thighs, some of it drenching the soft golden curls of her pubic hair. All she could think of then was a heartfelt murmur of thanksgiving. Thank God! I'm glad! I'm glad he came… like this!

She released his wildly spewing prick to hug him close to her as he collapsed on top of her shudderingly. Her own arousal was still unsatisfied. Her cuntal passage still tingled where he had tried to ram his blood-engorged cock into the vestibule, but she knew that she was right in not letting him do this terrible thing to her. Later he would be grateful that she had restrained him. Her own desire would cool, she decided.

In the next moment, her older brother was heaving himself off of her, his lips pressed together and his eyes averting hers.

"That's not what I wanted, Stacey!" he said in a dull, almost threatening voice. "I can jack-off any time I want to! I didn't just need to shoot off, you know! It was you I wanted to fuck and cum up inside of. You're the most beautiful woman in the world to me."

"I'm sorry, Kurt," said Stacey pleadingly. "I'm sure you'll come to your senses soon! After all, I'm your own sister!"

"My sister?! Christ! You're a woman, a beautiful woman! And I love you!" He crawled from the bed then and stamped away on his bare feet toward his own room, leaving his younger sister sexually frustrated, insulted, demeaned, and totally miserable… naked and shamed, on her own bed. She tried to hold back the tears brimming to her eyes as long as she could. But when she heard the door to their apartment close behind him as he left a few moments later, she let it all out then. Bitter and wet, the tears flowed from her eyes as her body was wracked with sob after sob of self-pity.

But then she had pulled herself together as much as she could, trying to analyze what had happened. She didn't know what had brought this storm of passion out of her brother, and she didn't know what she was going to do about it. Somehow she felt she had lost all respect for him, all trust.

And now, she forced herself to begin packing – packing for a vacation trip she no longer wanted to go on, that she no longer knew how she was going to get through. They were scheduled to leave early in the morning, and she didn't even know where her brother was! What if he didn't come back? How could she explain things to Bill and Birdie?