Horny, nervous, and half-naked, Kelly Layton peeked through the open bedroom door. Inside, her kid brother lay stretched out on his unmade bed, reading a paperback.
But he’s no kid, thought Kelly. Not anymore. Though still just eighteen, with his athletic build, dark hair, eyes the same steel-gray as their father’s, and a smile that could get him laid in a convent, he looked all man. In the past, having such a hunk for a brother made her feel proud. Now, looking at Jason sprawled on his back with nothing on but boxers, the only thing she felt was incredibly turned-on. Thanks to the crappy weather, things had been slow at the family’s store. She’d waited on the handful of customers, tried to read, even did some stocking, but it seemed like she always wound up staring out at the weather, thinking about sex. That’s one reason she was horny, but not the only one. She’d dropped out of college after the fall quarter to help run the family’s small country store. That let her mother move in with Aunt Connie to take care of her and the kids. The car wreck that almost killed Connie had left her needing months of rehab. Coming back to quiet, rustic, boring Moss Point meant giving up the wild parties and wilder sex life she loved so much. But Connie had always been more like a fun-loving big sister than her aunt, so Kelly didn’t mind, much. The problem was her hometown might be a great place to grow up or grow old, but could be hell on earth if you were out of high school and unmarried. The few single guys her age were all losers or creeps. Most were both. Besides, local guys always became so damn possessive. All that, plus a sexual dry spell during finals meant she hadn’t gotten laid in weeks. To make matters worse, she’d broken her last vibrator and now her fingers were about to wear out. If she didn’t get some action real soon, she might become the first person on record to die of horniness. That’s why she now eyed her hunky brother with more than sisterly interest. She wanted sex, not a lifetime commitment. Who could be better as a no-strings-attached lover than the person she’d grown up with? Tonight had seemed like the perfect opportunity. As a senior in high school and a jock, Jason stayed busy. But thanks to the unseasonably early winter storm, all school events were cancelled and their mother had decided to spend the weekend at Aunt Connie’s. With their father, a long-distance truck driver, somewhere out on the west coast, she and Jason had the place to themselves this evening, and probably for the rest of the weekend. Next week, after the storm passed, all the Christmas crap would get in the way. So if she wanted to seduce her kid brother, and she sure as hell did, it was now or never. She thought it’d be easy, Wrong. After supper, she tried to get Jason’s attention by looking into his room wearing her short, terrycloth bathrobe to let him know she was about to take a shower. He looked over, said okay, and went back to his book. Next time she wore bikini panties and one of Jason’s long t-shirts. She leaned against the door, crossed her newly-shaved legs, and asked if he wanted anything from the kitchen. Her reward had been a quick glance and a no thanks. Back in her room, Kelly plopped down on the bed to re-think the situation. Since moving home, she’d noticed a change in Jason’s manner. It came and went. Still, she recognized the signs. No doubt about it, her baby bro had the hots for her. But if so, why’d he keep acting like he wasn’t interested in fooling around? Maybe the idea of it being incest turned him off, or maybe she’d been wrong about Jason wanting her. After all, she probably wasn’t his type. He and Shirley Matson dated for ages before they broke up. Though a total, stuck-on-herself bitch, with her thick mane of blonde hair, pouty lips, long legs and body to die for, Shirley had the looks to back up her attitude. Kelly, on the other hand, had no illusions about her own looks. With her so-so boobs, big butt and freckles, she was no beauty. Still, she managed to nail most guys she really wanted. So, if she was right about Jason being interested in her, then tonight’s failures had little, if anything, to do with looks. The problem had to either be shyness, or the incest taboo. Whether the thought of some family fun with his sister bothered him or not, Jason was a healthy guy and had been checking her out. Odds were his teenage hormones would overcome any shyness or in-the-family hang-up if she could ever get his undivided attention in a sexual situation. With that accomplished, making him see her not just as his sister but an available and very willing female should be a snap. After two failed tries, however, it seemed obvious more direct action would be needed to get his mind off that damn English assignment and onto her. For just a second, she considered pretending to see a Peeping Tom. She’d scream, run into his room buck naked, and jump into bed with him. But knowing Jason, he’d jump right out, grab his pistol and rush out into the storm after the guy. Besides, she wanted to try another plan first. But if it didn’t work—who knew? That’s why she now stood outside the open door to her brother’s bedroom showered, shaved, with just a bit of make-up around her eyes, and her strawberry-blonde hair brushed out. Except for a few strategically placed dabs of perfume, she had on nothing but Jason’s long t-shirt. With arms demurely at her sides, the t-shirt’s hem covered her patch of reddish pubes. But since nothing else had worked, that would soon change. After taking a deep breath to settle her nerves, she padded barefoot into the room, said, “Jason, I need your opinion on something,” and strode over to the side of his bed. He glanced away from, “Great Expectations,” then did a quick double take and turned his head for a better look. His eyes trailed up her thighs to the impossibly short hem of the t-shirt and then on up to her face. When their eyes met, he gave her that soul-destroying smile. “If you want my opinion on your outfit, I think it’s great. But the skirt may be a little short for the Moss Point social scene.” It was a nice line, maybe even a bit flirtatious. Encourage, Kelly gave him a big grin. “Why, I do thank you, kind sir. But what I really wanted to know was what you thought about my hair. I’ve been letting it grow. Do you think it looks better down, like I’ve got it now?” She shook her head, sending her shoulder-length hair swirling. “Or do you like it better up, like this?” With one fluid motion she raised her arms, gathered her hair in her hands, and then pushed it to the top of her head. As she’d known, the gesture lifted the bottom of the t-shirt several inches above her silky bush. The moment her muff came into view, Jason’s face turned red and his cock sprang from his boxers. Seeing it, Kelly’s stomach fluttered and she felt her own face flush with excitement. It looked long, thick, and inviting. What’s more, it seemed to be bobbing with anticipation and pointing right at her snatch. She and Jason looked at it, and then at each other. There was a confused, embarrassed little grin on his face, but he didn’t try to cover up. With her hands still raised, Kelly nodded at the new arrival. “You and your Christmas elf seem to like my hair better this way.” Jason’s eyes snapped into focus. “Well, to be honest, it wasn’t your hair up there that got my, got our, attention. It was the hair down here.” He quickly ditched Dickens and reached for her, but then hesitated and glanced up, as if asking for permission. She nodded. “I couldn’t think of anything else to get you for Christmas.” “It’s just what I wanted,” said Jason, as the back of his fingers stroked her pubes. “But what about you?” Kelly shivered at the touch and her knees almost buckled. This was going to be good. “Well, your Christmas elf would be nice.” To keep from falling and to give Jason better access, she spread her legs a bit and then leaned against the side of his mattress. She wanted to say something, but couldn’t talk. All she could do was stare down at her brother, who had eyes only for her pussy. They watched his fingers explore the converging line of her thighs, the sensitive skin beneath her pubes, and the damp, swollen lips that marked the entrance to her churning pussy. When a fingertip slipped inside and gently brushed against her clit, she shuddered. “Oh, damn it, Jason. Please, don’t make me beg.” He tore his gaze away from the curly bush just inches from his face and looked up. “Make you beg? This is like a dream. I mean you’re my sister. I can’t believe you really want to.” “Want to? I don’t just want to, I need to, and right now.” “Oh, God, so do I. It seems like forever since Shirley and I broke up. And having you so close, I thought I’d die.” This was too much. She and Jason had both been horny and wanting each other but afraid to make the first move. It might have been funny if she wasn’t about to explode. “Well, I may still die if we don’t get started.” Not waiting for any response, she crawled onto the bed and mounted Jason. He thrust his hips upward, but missed. She gave him an indulgent look. “You’re a lousy shot. Stay still and let me help.”
