The Bruckner Memorial Library was an imposing edifice. It stood proudly at the peak of the largest hill in Everdale, flanked by the beautiful Lake Winoski. For generations, the library was owned and operated by the May family, who lived on the second and third floors of the 22 room structure.
There were Ma and Pa May of course, better known by their given names of Peg and Leroy. Peg was a youthful 48, with long flowing brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. Her slightly younger husband, a fit man of 46, sported salt and pepper hair and a feisty disposition. Besides running the library, the Mays collected rare birds, predominantly parrots. In a specially lighted and ventilated room attached to the library proper the spectacularly colored creatures were lovingly attended to by the entire May family. Most of them could talk quite well, and Molly, a particularly bright amazon, had an active vocabulary of some 100 words.
The Mays had four children ranging in age from 21 to 28. Trish, the oldest had frosty blond hair and movie star looks. Doug, at 24 was as handsome as Trish was beautiful, looking a bit like Brad Pitt. His younger sister Brittany had just turned 22 and was a blond bombshell. Finally, Ken rounded out the group at 6' 2". He was a year younger than Brittany and had dark brown hair, a moustache, and a great sense of humor.
Peg had a younger sister, Jane Farrell who unfortunately was always getting into trouble of some sort. She had been in and out of drug rehabilitation for years, staying clean for a short time before the vicious cycle began again. A few years back, she divorced her husband of 20 years and moved in with the Mays, along with her 4 children. Chloe was the first born at 23. She had short blond hair and was very tall and willowy. Matt and Bill were 21 year old identical twins. They enjoyed trying to fool people by pretending they were each other, to riotous effect. Lastly, there was the 18 year old Ian. Unlike the rough and tumble twins, he was the epitome of the geeky nerdy type, wearing wire framed glasses and playing piano.
As the warm summer days waned into the cool crisp nights of autumn, the Bruckner Memorial Library was abuzz with activity. A collection of rare masks from Mexico had just arrived, and were going to be on display through Thanksgiving in a special lighted glass case. It was the night before Halloween, and Chloe and Ian had decided they would unpack the masks before anyone else had a chance to see what they looked like.
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"Oh, my GOD! Look at this one!!" Chloe tossed Ian a black mask with a brilliant red smile. The eyes had been poked out and there were chalky white marks on the cheeks and forehead. It looked like something a 4th grader would make as part of a makeshift Halloween costume.
"How did that get in there?" Ian grinned. "Looks like Chuckles The Clown wore it!"
"I have to try this one on." Chloe took the simple rubber band attached to the mask and stretched it over her head. In the fading light of dusk, she looked commanding in a strange kind of way.
Chloe walked over slowly to Ian then suddenly jumped unexpectedly toward him. "BOOOOO!!!" she shreiked so loudly that her youngest brother practically hit the ceiling. Chloe was laughing so hard, Ian took the opportunity to pry the mask off her head and quickly put it on his own. He looked rather comical with his wire framed glasses pressing against the eye slits. Chloe continued to giggle as Ian pretended he was Chuckles the Clown. Suddenly she felt very hot. Her nipples were on fire and there was a growing wetness in her loins. She looked over at Ian, who had discarded the mask suddenly, and was hiding his crotch with his hands.
"Ian, what's the matter?" Chloe tried to get a glimpse of her brother's cock through his tan khakis.
"N-n-othing," I just feel a little hot, that's all."
"You mean....horny hot?" Chloe flashed Ian a wicked smile.
"N-n-n-ooooo!" Ian turned beet red. "Just hot."
"I'm hot too," Chloe grinned. "Think that mask got me all worked up."
"W-w-orked up?" Ian looked at her quizzically.
"Yeah, I'm taking my blouse off, it's way too hot in here."
"YOU'RE WHAT??" Ian's cock hardened in his pants at the image of Chloe in a bra.
"Oh, come on Ian, I'm sure you've seen a girl in a bra before."
Actually Ian was a virgin, but he didn't want Chloe to know that. "Of course I have...many times!"
"Good, then it is no big deal!" Chloe quickly unbuttoned her blouse, tossing the flimsy garment to the floor. She wore a powder blue bra that barely contained her more than ample breasts.
"JJJEESSSUSSS!" Ian's tongue practically stuck out he was panting so hard with lust!
"Why don't you take off your shirt and get more comfortable?" Chloe smiled sweetly at Ian while she fiddled with her belt buckle.
"Suppose someone comes in?" Ian looked like a deer caught in headlights.
"Ian, are you chicken??" Chloe chortled at her nerdy younger brother.
"I'M NOT CHICKEN!!" Ian hoisted his jersey over his head, revealing a snow white wife beater. He had a moderately hairy chest, and the black curly hair contrasted nicely with his white undershirt.
"Not bad," Chloe couldn't take her eyes off of her handsome brother. "I'm still hot though, guess these pants are going to have to come off too." With that, Chloe stepped out of her jeans, revealing matching powder blue crotchless panties. Ian thought he was going to faint.
"Oh my friggin God!" Ian's cock was so hard he could feel it spreading the fly slit of his boxer shorts under his pants.
"What's the matter, Ian, haven't you ever seen a girl in panties before?"
"Of COURSE I have...it's just that..."
"I'm your sister?" Chloe looked at him lovingly.
"Well, yeah..." Ian looked at the ground, wanting to die.
"Ian, brothers and sisters need to share EVERYTHING about each other....now take off your pants so I can see your hairy legs."
"My PANTS?" Ian turned white. "I couldn't....I never....."
Chloe tried to look sympathetic. "Ian do you have a boner under your pants?"
Ian just nodded, wanting to die.
"I've seen Matt and Bill with erections before, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. What kind of underwear do you have on, briefs or boxers?"
"B-b-b-oxers." Ian managed to stutter. He was so nervous he could barely get any words out.
"Is your boner poking out of your boxers"?
"I t-t-hink so." Ian wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground, never to be seen again.
"That sounds like it would turn me on, now take off your pants!"
With infinite slowness, Ian stepped out of his dress shoes and undid his belt. He turned away from Chloe as he slowly lowered his khakis. When his pants were completely off, he turned around once more to face his sister, who let out a loud gasp. Ian was wearing white full cut boxer shorts and his nine inch fat cock and hefty balls stuck out of the fly slit obscenely.
"OH MY! Ian, you're hung like a stallion!"
Chloe couldn't take her eyes off his bobbing prick.
"T-thanks." Ian was still stammering but was starting to relax a little.