Sorry this took a while to write. Grad school keeps you busy. Same format as last chapter: two characters, two perspectives. Thank you for reading and hope you enjoy.
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Becky tried to catch her breath as she leaned against the house. She slowly pulled her hands away from her pussy and breasts and let them fall to her side. Becky was in a haze; she clenched her eyes and shook her head urging her brain to start working again. "I just fantasized about Steve," she thought, "I just came to Steve..."
She was less perturbed than she expected. She wasn't disgusted with herself; if anything this was a confirmation. Tonight was a turning point. The image of Steve going down on her flashed through her mind and she smiled slightly. She even felt tempted to touch herself again. But she decided against it, it was late and she needed to be up early tomorrow. She quietly slid the door open and walked through the house to her room. It wasn't until she got under her covers that she realized she had walked through the house naked. "Oh fuck." She imagined what would've happened if her parents had seen her like that. Or Steve. She could feel herself getting wet again. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, her left hand found it's way to her pussy again. In her mind a new fantasy was playing out:
She was walking in from outside to the kitchen only to find Steve in his boxers perusing the contents of the fridge. Steve turns his head to Becky.
"Becky, you're not wearing any clothes!"
"I'm not."
"What if someone catches you?"
"Well, you've caught me. What are you going to do?"
She wished she could speak with that much confidence to Steve. Becky slipped a finger inside her pussy and let the fantasy continue.
She could see from the light of the fridge that Steve was getting erect just from looking at her.
"It looks like your dick has some ideas about what it would like to do. What does it want to do Steve?"
"It wants to fuck you."
"Then you better let it, Steve."
Steve walked quickly away from the fridge over to Becky and began kissing her passionately, placing both his hands on her face, holding him to her. Her hands found the small of his lower back and slowly dragged her fingernails over his smooth skin.
Becky was really worked up at this point; she had slipped another finger inside her and was grinding herself against her hand. Her covers had fallen away from her body as it became more involved with fulfilling the fantasy.
Becky's finger's continue to claw at Steve and moved down to his waistband, quickly moving inside his boxers, searching for his hard cock until she found it. She wrapped her fingers around it and began desperately pumping it. Steve picked her up, wrapping his one arm around her waist; the other was behind her neck demanding she keep kissing him. He walked them over to the breakfast bar of the kitchen and set her on it. He quickly shed his boxers. Becky spread her legs inviting him in. He lined his cock up with her wet pussy and pushed it inside.
By this point Becky was coming again. She had to stifle the sounds of her pleasure now that she was inside, and the secret nature of her pleasure only made it that much more intense for her. "Oh, Steve," she moaned quietly as she came down. "Oh my god," she thought, "I've never come that hard in my life..." She lay still for a moment, collecting herself. After a minute or so, she grabbed her covers and brought them up and over her, determined to fall asleep. But also determined that she was going to fuck her brother before their vacation was over.
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Steve flushed the toilet and walked slowly to his bed. He sat down. Then he threw himself backward. "Fuck, what the fuck was that!" he thought. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself. "It's just because I haven't been with anyone in a while..." he thought, "That's all." He wasn't convincing himself of anything. He felt ashamed of himself.
He lay still for a moment. He could hear the sliding door to outside open and close. "Why did Becky stay out there that long?" he thought. He thought about how amazing she looked in her bikini. "Fucking knock it off!" he told himself.
He heard Becky pad past his door and into her room. The more he thought about what he had just done the more disgusted he was with himself. This was his younger sister; he was supposed to look after her. He'd always been protective of her and now he needed to protect her from him. He realized he couldn't go hiking with her tomorrow. He'd feign illness and try to figure out a way to coexist with her for the remainder of the trip. He just couldn't be antisocial to her for the entire hike after the progress they'd made tonight. He resolved he'd tell her tonight; he could just tell her through her door and be done with it. He found his underwear and walked into the hall. He was just about to knock on her door when he heard it.
"Oh, Steve."
It was so faint he could hardly hear it. At first he wondered if he'd imagined it, but it was definitely his sister's voice he'd heard. He quickly returned to his room. Had his sister just moaned his name? It was a moan, he was sure of that. What he couldn't be sure of was whether or not she'd said it in her sleep. He crawled into bed, and tried to fall asleep.
When he awoke the next morning he immediately recalled the previous evenings events. He could hear his family moving around in the kitchen, he looked at the clock next to his bed and saw it was 9:30. "Shit, I've overslept. Why didn't Becky wake me?" But he realized it would help with his illness excuse. He walked out into the hall and towards the kitchen. He had just entered the kitchen when Becky ran up and gave him a hug.
"Finally you're up! Hurry up and eat your breakfast so we can get going!" Becky seemed so happy. Steve immediately realized he couldn't tell her no.
"Will do. Sorry I overslept."
"Oh, don't worry. So did I. I was pretty worn out by the end of the night." A devious smile quickly flashed across her face as she said this.
Steve sat down at the table with his Father and spooned some eggs, bacon, and hash browns onto the plate in front of him.
"Morning, Steve."
"Morning, Dad."
"What are your plans for today?"
"As soon as I'm done with breakfast Becky and I are walking up to the overlook."
"Should be fun, be sure you guys are wearing sunscreen."
"Will do, Dad."
"Steve, do you want some OJ?" interjected Becky.
"Yeah, sure, thanks!"
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Becky walked over to the fridge and pulled out the juice, and her Mom walked up to her.
"Becky, do you remember what I told you and your brother yesterday about the hot tub?"
"Uhhhhh"
"Didn't I tell you two to cover the hot tub when you were done?"
"Oh my gosh I'm sorry, I totally forgot."
"Just be sure you do the next time you use it."
"Will do, Mom"
Her mom began to walk away, but stopped and turned back to Becky. She spoke in a much quieter tone and with reluctance, "Also, Becky, why did I find your bikini on the deck?"
"Oh, uh, that—"
"You and your brother weren't skinny dipping were you?"
"What! No, Mom!" Up to that point they'd both been speaking in hushed tones but Becky had suddenly grown louder. She could see out of the corner of her eye that Steve was more listening to their conversation than the one he was having with their father.
"What's your explanation then?"
"When Steve and I went in I went to my room and I put on a towel and then I went out again. I put my bikini on the edge of the hot tub to let it dry, it must've been blown off by some wind..."
"How'd it get next to the house then?"
"I don't know! All I know is what happened while I was there!" Becky stormed off.
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