Familial Bonds
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				Title: <strong>Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>07-02-2008, 00:25:56</strong>
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				<em>I love summer,</em> the girl laying on the beach thinks to herself. She's flopped out on the private stretch of sand in front of her father's summer home, a sprawling white building designed to look like it didn't cost as much money as it actually did. Marisa will never understand the mentality of trying to look like you have less money than you have, but apparently that's what her father is into. <em>Whatever.</em> She's on her stomach, lazily watching over her Dior sunglasses as a pair of nicely built guys jog down the beach, just within reach of the blue-green surf. She is, herself, wearing a practically nonexistent two-piece, the white fabric stretched tightly across her already-tanned skin. She's only been home from her university a week, but she's spent just about every second of it on the beach. She used to be a bit more modest, and would never have dreamed of wearing a bikini - especially not in front of her father - but she'd been so worried about the 'freshman five' when she went off to school that she'd started hitting the gym religiously, and joined the volleyball, soccer and swim teams at school. She still ended up gaining some poundage scalewise, but the extra weight is mostly muscle, toning and filling out her formerly somewhat bony and gawky frame. She actually has some curves now, and the way the bikini ties on the sides of her hips shows her body off nicely, as does the single string that goes around the back of her neck, holding the top in place. <br><br>Rolling over, she settles her back against the fluffy white towel, warmed by the sun and her body heat. Her long, dark brown hair is held back only by a single clip, and she frowns as she accidentally lays on the knot. Ouch. Lifting her head, she reaches back and unsnaps the clip, letting the hair loose and then laying back down. No classes, no scheduling, no studying, no tests, no homework. It's nice. Marisa shuffles her feet, burrying her toes in the hot sand and wiggling them contentedly. Even her little brother seems to have matured in the couple semesters she's been away. At least, he seems to have gotten over his obsession with pestering her... With a faint smile on her face, Marisa dozes in the sun, enjoying her time off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>07-02-2008, 00:48:19</strong>
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				Leaning on the rail of the porch looking out over the beach, Tony takes another look at his older sister laying on the beach, looking better then she ever did.&nbsp; He tries to think of something else, watching other people moving across the beach, the boats, the birds, but his eyes keep coming back to her laying there.<br><br>Tony is 3 years the younger, still in high school but looking forward to senior year coming, time to be the boss for a change.&nbsp; Where anyone to see them together it would be easily apparent that they were brother and sister, the hair skin and eyes could have been mirrors of each other, save of course of his hair still sporting the side part and yuppie from hell sweep that his dad demanded. He too was starting to fill out nicely, his body in good shape from swimming and boating as much as possible, a little lifting in the houses weight room when the weather was uncooperative.<br><br>A few times he had overheard his sister talking on the phone to friends and knows she is doing more at school the studying, talking about what she had done or not done with this boy or that.&nbsp; Not that she sounded like she was being a slut but Tony was pretty convienced that she wasn't wearing white at the wedding.<br><br>That thought causes him to frown a little as at the rate his love life has been going, the best he got was with a girl early this year and that was a little hand job adn his finger sticky as he got her off the same way.&nbsp; Hopes that the summer would change that, looking out at his sister again, and with someone that looked close to that good, were what filled his mind now.<br><br>He leans over the rail and yells, "Hey sis, get your clothes on and come up for some lemonaid", smiling as even from here he can see her color slightly at the comment.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>07-02-2008, 01:00:13</strong>
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				Marisa raises her head as she hears the shout, then groans and blushes. He doesn't hassle her <em>too much</em>, that is. She sits up, though, and hunts around for her flip-flops as she stands. It was weird; when she first flew back in from school, she caught sight of him at the airport. She'd been expecting Dad, since he usually was the one picking her up. So she hadn't been looking for her brother. Coming down the skyway from the gate, she'd clapped eyes on this really cute guy, and had slowed down a little, checking him out while his back was turned. Thankfully, she recognised Tony before he turned around, or that could have been really, really embarrassing. <br><br>Not bothering with anything to cover the white swimsuit, Marisa tosses her towel over her arm and heads up to the deck, and as soon as she's within earshot, she shoots back, "What, did you forget your glasses? I <em>am</em> wearing clothes, Tony." She deposits the towel and her tanning lotion on one of the deck chairs, then heads for the kitchen. "Where'd Dad get off to?"
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				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>07-02-2008, 17:00:13</strong>
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				Boldly looking her up and and down as she come in Tony grins, "Couldn't see the dental floss from more then about twenty feet sis, and dad said something about the bank and having lunch, usually means we'll see him for dinner."<br><br>He points the the pitcher and glass of ice on the table between the chairs and reluctantly turns away from her to look out over the beach again, leaning over the rail again, "This place sucks", he says, "It's a damn private beach, I want to see people, mostly I want to see girls."<br><br>He finishes his lemonaid and then heads over and settles into the chair across from her, pouring himself another and laying back in the sun as well.&nbsp; He had not left the house today so he hadn't even got a towel ready, his choice of clothing for the day his swim trunks.<br><br>Still complaining, not to her really just talking out loud, "On top of that the pool is closed for a week so we can't get in for practice.&nbsp; This place sucks."
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				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>07-02-2008, 17:58:54</strong>
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				She leans down, pouring herself a glass carefully. She glances up at him as ice clacks into her glass, pausing and watching the lines of his back and watching the way every small hunch of his shoulders seems to ripple its way down to the waistband. She ducks her head as he turns back around, going back to pouring her lemonade. Before he takes the pitcher, she tips it against her glass, plopping a couple slices of lemon into her drink, then handing it over. She takes a step backwards and has a set on the chair across from him, folding one leg underneath her. "Get up and take a run down the beach, then. It solves both your problems and gets you out of my hair." She chases a lemon around her glass until she catches it, then pulls out the slice of fruit, sucking the lemonade off before it drips, then turning it and nibbling on the tart pulp, an old habit that used to be a whole lot noisier when she'd do it as a kid.<br><br>"I'll go with you, if you want. I'm just going back out on the beach after lunch anyway." She eyes him. "If you think you can come with me without getting all fashion police on me." She grins as she teases him, tossing the rind of her lemon aside on the drink tray and sipping the drink itself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>07-02-2008, 19:31:21</strong>
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				Sipping his lemonaid he considers, then grins a little, "We can head down the beach after you eat", he says, thinking to himself that it may be fun watching her bounce a little.&nbsp; Sister or not she is still hot and he is only looking after all.<br><br>He lays back and looks across at her and chuckles, "As far as the fashion police getting on you, I think I'll be more worried about keeping guys off you."&nbsp; <br><br>He grins at his joke, thinking that with her bouncing alongside him his chances to meet a girl are likely going to be slim but there was still the rest of the summer for that.&nbsp; "If we are running those sandels aren't going to work sis, but if you want to walk you can buy me a beer at the beach bar." <br><br>He smiles and waits for her answer, to decide what he is going to wear as well.&nbsp; His eyes slipping over her again while he waits, thinking to himself though that if other girls see her with him they may wonder what he has going on, after all <strong>they</strong> don't know she is his sister.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>07-02-2008, 20:56:25</strong>
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				Marisa digs another wedge of lemon out of her drink as she shakes her head. "That's part of the point. I'm sure Dad'll explain it when you're older." She flashes him a sly grin, then sets her lemonade down. He probably doesn't want to know the details of how she's aiming to get laid this summer; her boyfriend dropped her just before finals, 'to study'. The boy's never studied a day in his life, so Marisa's pretty sure it had more to do with the end of the semester than finals. <br><br>"Speaking of lunch," she kicks her sandy flip-flops off at the door, then pads into the kitchen. "What'd you have?" She prowls through the kitchen, trying to decide what to munch on. "I can't find anything for a sandwich in here." Without waiting for his answer, she pulls a yogurt cup from the fridge and wanders back out. "Never mind, found something." She picks up a towel and drapes it around her hips, tucking it so it stays. "Ready now." She stops by his chair, looking down at him sprawled out in front of her.
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				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>07-02-2008, 21:14:42</strong>
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				Giving her a half laugh and rolling his eyes, Tony shakes his head, "Shit, the only thing dad wants to explain to me is how much trouble I am going to be in if I do whatever the complaint of the moment is."&nbsp; He shrugs and watches her go into the house.<br><br>"I had some of the left over chicken, a piece or two left I think", he says, not that she is really listening.&nbsp; He smiles when she comes back out and notes that she not changed to sneakers so it looks like they are walking.&nbsp; <br><br>Standing up and slipping on his sandels he watches her eating the yogurt, her licking the spoon and the creamy stuff on her lips and tounge taking his thoughts a totally different direction.&nbsp; He grabs a towel and drapes it ofer his shoulder in case the go for a swim or something and, with a mock bow and exagerated extending of his hand he smiles up and says, "After you."
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				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>08-02-2008, 00:24:47</strong>
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				She grins at him and shakes her head, sliding her arm around his waist and pulling him along beside her as she heads for the desk stairs. "So, you should start hearing back from schools soon." She glances at him sidelong. "You going to dad's school, or what? I know he's really been leaning on you to carry on tradition or whatever." Her eyes wander downward for a second, sweeping over his torso, and then she looks back up, shaking her head out of her face as she looks him in the eye again. "What're you planning on doing?"
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				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>08-02-2008, 00:36:42</strong>
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				Looking over at her when she places her arm around him, a look of surprise crossing his face, but not fighting the nearness of his lovely sister.&nbsp; He gets a good look at her profile and smiles, slipping his arm around her waist in turn.<br><br>At the mention of school he grimaces and says, "Dads after me about it for sure, but they are business, not tech and there are a few others that could get me a good chunk off the cost with schlorships for grades and swimming."<br><br>He looks back over at her, at her face this time, and says, "Dad is a little rough to handle lately, he needs to just realize that I am his son, not him, but I don't want to have to club him to get through to him."
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				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>08-02-2008, 00:48:50</strong>
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				"You want me to talk to him?" She tightens her arm around his waist briefly, sympathetic to his problem; she'd had to go through the same thing, albeit with their mother and over the phone. Actually, with how loudly the two of them yelled, Marisa isn't sure she wouldn't have been able to hear their mom all the way from the west coast without a phone at all. "He might listen to me, since I'm already universified and all that." She grins at him, then adds, "You could always come off to school with me. I'm sure you'd fit in a suitcase, and Dad wouldn't notice an extra one."
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				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>08-02-2008, 16:33:52</strong>
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				Still looking at her he smiles, "It'd be great if you tried sis, but you and I both know where you get your hardheadedness from", he answers, finishing with a tease that only a brother could get away with.<br><br>Chuckling at her idea of taking him to her school he pretends to think deeply for a moment, "So let me see, you take me to your dorm in your suitcase and I get turned loose in a building full of half naked college girls, not a bad plan, but I think my GPA would slip a bit."&nbsp; He looks at her again and adds, "Not that I would actually get any, but watching would certainly be distracting."<br><br>He tightens his grip on her for a second, giving her a little sideways hug, both as a thank you for the offer, and because she dosen't feel all that bad agaisnt him.
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				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>08-02-2008, 16:43:49</strong>
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				She wrinkles her nose. "That's not fair. He's hardheaded. <em>I'm</em> just stubborn." She pokes him in the side, then slips out from under his arm to wander over to the beach stand, folding her arms on the counter and leaning forward on them. She gets a goofy smile, but no request for ID, strangely enough. Returning with two bottles already dripping with condensation, she offers one to him and sips from the other one. "The slip in GPA might be worth it," she continues. "As long as you keep it to like 3.3, nobody cares anyway. 'Cept maybe Dad." She grins at him. "What happened to that girl you were with, uh, what's-her-face. The flake." She holds out her hand roughly chest height for him. "About that tall, fake black hair, had a really annoying laugh." She smirks, pressing the side of her chilled bottle against his stomach to see if it gets a reaction. "Probably thought she was goth or emo or something," she teases.
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				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>08-02-2008, 17:43:46</strong>
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				He walks with her to the stand, and grins as she damn near flashes the guy taking the orders, thinking that had to be a wonderful view. He gives a shrug of his shoulder to the comment about the GPA.<br><br>"Becca?" he asks when she mentions the girlfriend, "Damn, she was a nut case, and yeah, she was into the whole 'I'm a vampire' thing, she headed off with some guy that wore darker makeup then she did."&nbsp; Tony grins as his sister and adds, "But she did have great tits."<br><br>He jumps back when the cold bottle presses on his belly and says, "Listen you, just cause your older dosen't mean you could ues a good spanking", taking the bottle and moving toward her threatening, his hand raised as if he were really going to follow through.
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				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>08-02-2008, 23:45:48</strong>
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				"Yeah, but did you actually get to see them or did she end up showing them to the other guy?" She grins and half-turns, her back mostly toward him as she looks over her shoulder. "By who? You? That'll be the day." She grins wider and wiggles her hips a little, then starts to wander back toward the beach, assuming he won't follow through. "I told you she was worthless, Tony. Hopefully you at least got laid for however long she was around." She takes a sip from her beer.
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				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>09-02-2008, 00:20:46</strong>
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				He lowers his hand and walks up beside her, enjoying the extra twitch as he catches up. Instead of delivering the swat as she expected, he moves to put his arm back around her waist as it had been on the walk here.<br><br>He says, "Actually I did get to see them myself, even got a little handful, but the best I got from her was a hand job."&nbsp; he looks at her as he says this then springs the surprise on her, the cold bottle is pressed against her back, the bottom of it resting between her barely covered ass cheeks, and the top on her bard skin at the small of her back.<br><br>Laughing he says to her, "Paybacks a bitch sis...even now?"&nbsp; He puts the bottle in the other hand and moves to put his arm back around her, showing her it is safe this time, then leans in close and whispers, "To tell the truth sis...that is the most I have ever had."
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				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>09-02-2008, 01:34:50</strong>
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				Feeling his arm slide back around her, she moves to lean into him again, then lets out a small shriek and jumps as he presses the cold bottle against her lower back. She swings a playful smack at his arm, backhanding him in the bicep. "I don't think it's payback that's the bitch, here." She pauses as she ponders his words, then grins slyly, looking down at her drink. "Only a hand for you, hm?" She traces the tip of her tongue around the rim of the long-necked bottle, chasing little drops of condensation. "That's a shame, isn't it?" She tries to keep a straight face as she wraps her lips around the end of the bottle and tips it back for an actual sip. She slides her arm around his waist again, resting her hand low on his hip. "We should totally get you laid this summer," she says in a slightly quieter voice, after she swallows. "What about ... her?" She nods almost imperceptibly toward a curvy blonde sunbathing on the sand several feet away. "Want me to find out if she has a boyfriend?" She smiles up at him, trying not to laugh as she watches the look on his face.
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				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>11-02-2008, 16:47:52</strong>
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				He watches her lips and tounge on the bottle, "I bet your boyfriends have loved that", he says laughing.&nbsp; Frowning a bit he admits, "Yeah, nothing more then that, but not for lack of trying, I'm just not the right kind of jock to let that carry any weight, the swimteam is not the cheerleader sport."<br><br>When she mentions about getting him laid he laughs, "Yeah, a few hundred bucks and a trip to Reno may keep me from getting turned down", he says, half joking.&nbsp; He looks at the blonde that she had pointed out and grins, "That would be hot, but truth be told I'd not be all that pickey at the moment."&nbsp; <br><br>His eyes do linger on the girl for a moment then they go back to his sister, "You would be surprised really on what my idea of the 'perfect' girl would be though I think, it may not be what you think."
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				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>11-02-2008, 23:59:11</strong>
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				She glances sidelong at him, noting the change in his tone. Sore subject, apparently, even with her. "Maybe I would. Maybe I wouldn't." She takes another small sip of her drink, thinking, her arm still draped around him. Finally she indicates a spot on the beach. "Want to sack out there, or did we actually just come here for the drinks?" She smiles at him for a second, then goes back to looking over the beach. "You can tell me about your perfect woman, who is apparently not blonde and not named Becca."
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				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>12-02-2008, 00:10:57</strong>
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				Looking at the area she points to he says, "Looks pretty quiet there, lets go", walking over to the spot and starting to spread his towel, then having a seat on it and having a sip of his beer while she gets settled.<br><br>His eyes go over the beach and he starts to reconsider the topic, hell she is his sister after all, likely she would just give him a hastle about this as it is.<br><br>He looks at her as she places her towel next to him, then back to the beach, checking out the few girls that are around, most are pretty, some are more then that.&nbsp; Turning back to his sister he says, "Actually sis, I think that maybe we need to come up with a different topic."
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				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>12-02-2008, 00:20:36</strong>
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				"Sure," she says amicably, taking it as confirmation that girls in general are a sore subject for him. They <em>shouldn't</em> be; her brother is smart, sweet and cuter than a brother should be allowed to be. But there you have it. She stretches out on her towel next to him, rolling onto her back so she can look up at him, smiling. "How'd the swim team do this year? Mine made regionals in our division, but we just completely screwed that one up. I think half of the team was drinking chlorine before that meet. It was <em>awful</em>."
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				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>12-02-2008, 00:40:49</strong>
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				Thankful for the change of subject he smiles, answering her, "We got Division title and went to state, I won two of the long freestyles and got a second in the shorter one, we would have won state but our relay guys blew it."<br><br>He shrugs the looks over at her smiling, "Thats ok though, the medals are what got me noticed for the scholarships, one of the schools even mentioned my GPA being high as well!&nbsp; Imagine, a jock with a brain", he laughs as he relaxes, sipping at the beer again.<br><br>As much as he tries to not look at her body, each time he looks her way he cannot help but let his eyes slip over her figure, thinking that there is either something wrong with him or that maybe she right and he should let her have the project of getting him laid this summer.
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				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>12-02-2008, 00:59:45</strong>
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				"You better watch how loud you say that, Tony, or they might expect you to play well <em>and</em> get decent grades." She smiles up at him, folding one arm under her head. "Should have brought lotion, or I'm so gonna peel." She wrinkles her nose at the side comment, then adds, "What else are you on instead of the swim team? You still running track, or is that so totally last year?" Her head shifts briefly as she follows a pair of guys running down the beach, obviously watching them even behind her sunglasses. As she glances back at him, she blushes a little and gives him a slightly sheepish grin.
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				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>12-02-2008, 16:44:04</strong>
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				Taking advantage of her distraction by the runners he lets his eyes once again move over her form. When she looks at him and blushes he thinks that she caught his look and he blushes as well.<br><br>He answers her question though, "No track this year for me, the seasons overlapped a little too much so I had to chose, but I still take my runs to keep in shape for that."<br><br>He looks up the beach and sees a stand not far away that caters to the tourists is open and he says, "You bought the beers, I can spring for a bottle of lotion if you want, even though they charge about five times what the regular stores do.&nbsp; Any favorites for you or just something?" he askes as he starts to stand.
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				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>12-02-2008, 21:13:51</strong>
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				Shrugging, she glances over at the stand. "Whatever they have." She folds her arms under her head as she watches him go to the stand, then rolls onto her stomach as he comes back. "Can you get my back?" She reaches for the tie that holds her top in place, laughing as her fingers brush it butu can't quite grip the string. "You'll have to untie it for me." She folds her arms under her head again and rests her cheek on her forearms. "How long do you want to stay out here, anyway? I figure about another half hour before we should start heading back and getting ready for dinner."
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				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>12-02-2008, 21:32:22</strong>
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				Walking over to the stand he grabs the more expensive bottle, at least it's a brand he has heard of.&nbsp; Settling down beside her as she asks him to take care of her back he sets the bottle to the side and unties the strings.&nbsp; Making sure she is not facing his way he makes an adjustment of his shorts before he starts.<br><br>Placing some of the lotion on his hands and rubbing them together he places them on her shoulders and starts a slow massage of her shoulders and back, his fingers moving over her sides to the point of <strong>almost</strong> brushing against her breasts which bulge pleasantly from under her body.<br><br>Working down lower his palms work the bottom of her suit down a little, just baring the top of her ass before he finishes and wipes his hands on her towel.<br><br>"There you go sis", he says as he moves to his planket and lays on his belly as well, his reason is not to tan his back but rather to hide the hardness the contact with her has caused.&nbsp; "Half an hour sounds about right, that way we won't have to listen to dad about where we were."<br><br>He turns his head and tires to relax, thinking that he must be sick to get this excited by his sister.&nbsp; Trying to think of most anything other then her and how her tight body felt beneath his fingers he finds himself drifting back to that though much too often.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>12-02-2008, 21:48:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marisa relaxes on top of the towel, her eyes drifting half-closed under her sunglasses as she lets him work the tanning lotion into her back. She catches the inside of her lip between her teeth as his hands brush her sides, so close to sliding them under her and ... She shifts her weight just a little as his hands move away, under the guise of adjusting her top underneath her, then chews her lip again as his fingers massage lower and lower on her back. Related or no, the gentle touches and warmth of his hands are mildly erotic, and she keeps her face turned away from him, daydreaming while he smooths the lotion onto her back. When he stops, she sighs a little, slightly disappointed, then turns her face toward him again. <br><br>She raises a little off the towel as she reaches behind her to tie the top again, pouring some more of the lotion into her hands and spreading it over her arms, then her shoulders. "I don't think he'll care as long as we're home for dinner, but it's just easier that way..." She slides her lotioned hands underneath her top, making sure the sensitive skin of her breasts won't get burned under the white material of the bathing suit. "That and it means I have time to take an actual shower before he gets home, without him coming in and complaining about the hot water or something like that." She sighs melodramatically, spreading lotion down her stomach and over her sides where he didn't quite get. "Want me to do you?" She looks at him curiously.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>12-02-2008, 21:58:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He winces as she asks that question, especially with that wording.&nbsp; Turning to face her he smiles, "Sure, I wouldn't like to be peeling either, better to smell like an oily mixed fruit cup."<br><br>He stretches his arms over his head so she can get his back.&nbsp; &nbsp;Looking over to her side again he watches her as she moves up to 'do him', smiling slightly as he waits, the view of her not quite so good now she is alongside him.<br><br>"I think dad needs to get laid actually, maybe he'd be off both of our asses a little", he says, "He needs a life worse then I do, and thats just scary."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>12-02-2008, 23:46:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, come on, it's good stuff," she laughs. "It smells good." She pours some more into her hand, her knees brushing up against his side as she leans to slide her hands over his back. "Yeah, I don't know about you but last summer I could hear everything from his room." She lets her palms glide over his back, kneading the skin a little as she works the lotion in. "This summer I probably could, too, if there was anything going on." She slides her fingers under the band of his suit, slowly working them to either side. "It's like he went from normal to crazy workaholic in one school year." She moves closer, then finally shifts, resting one knee between his thighs and the other knee on the ouside of his hip, so that she's straddlng one leg, making it easier to reach his back. "Haven't heard anyone but him around all week."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>13-02-2008, 00:07:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Enjoying her hands moving over him he agrees, "He really needs to go out again, maybe we could send him out and change the locks?"<br><br>Again, as she moves her hands over him, the slickness of the lotion not helping at all, he feels himself hardening and hoping that she is not in a postion to see it.<br><br>When she straddles his leg, her knee inches from his balls, the warmth of her body against the back of his leg is almost more then he can take, but how the hell do you tell your sister that she really need to stop or you are going to cream yourself.<br><br>As she finishes he is at once grateful and let down as she moves off of him and he hopes that she dosent want to leave too soon or he will have to find a way to get the towel around himself quick before she can see the state shehas left him in.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>13-02-2008, 00:20:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Wiping her hands off on her towel as well, she stretches back out on her back, sighing as she basks in the sun. "Maybe. It'd kind of suck if that was the one day he went and picked someone up, though. I mean, think about if you brought someone home and found out that your kids had locked you out." She pauses, then giggles. "Actually, I'd probably think it was cute, and drag the guy to my place. Except there's no way in hell I'd want to hook up with someone who had kids." She wrinkles her nose, then laughs. "Oh, my god, the look on his face would be so worth it." She tips her head back to watch other people wandering by, still snickering.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>13-02-2008, 00:34:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With the topic back on thier dad, though still involving sex he manages to relax enough to not have to worry quite so much when they stand.<br><br>"Yeah", he says, "But when he did get in it would be both our asses hung out for beatings."<br><br>Looking back over at her he gives her a funny look, "You're telling me that if Mr Perfect wanted to take you out and you found out his flaw was kids you would not go?&nbsp; Not what I though of you sis, shallow maybe, but not that bad", he laughs.<br><br>He sits up and looks at the beach, then turns back to look at her, "Speaking of getting our asses handed to us, we might want to start packing up, it'll be dinner time when we get home."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>13-02-2008, 00:49:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Picking herself up off her towel, Marisa shakes her head. "Look, if a guy my age has kids old enough to lock him out of the house, he's probably not Mister Perfect." She reaches down to pick up her towel, shaking the sand out of it. She tips her head back and finishes off her beer, then tosses the bottle in a can nearby. "Or, at the very least he's not Mister Careful." She tucks her towel around her and picks up the lotion, snapping it closed. "The beating would be worth it in so many ways, it's not even funny." She grins, then heads on the path back toward the beach house.<br><br>Once back, she goes around the deck and goes instead to the shower built into the side of the house. Tossing her towel over the top of the enclosure, she flips the water on and lets the slatted door bang closed behind her. "I'm going to head to-EEK!" She squeals as she flips the water on and it comes out cold. "Did not need a cold shower!" The two pieces of her bikini thud wetly across the top of the shower walls as she rinses them, then tosses them over the top of the shower. "Ahm..." She pauses a second as she tries to recover her train of thought. "Oh, I was going to catch a movie downtown tomorrow, wanted to know if you're interested."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>13-02-2008, 01:04:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shaking out his towel and tossing the bottle at nearly the same time as she does he turns and walks with her toward home, "Ok, maybe not Mister Careful", he says smiling, "Maybe it's just my particular lack of anything, but at this point married with children would do."<br><br>His hand goes naturally to her waist again as they walk and he says, "Personally, I would just like to see dad out of the house sometimes, a little quiet time for me that didn't have to be in my room would be nice."<br><br>When they reach the deck he is still walking with her until he notes where she is headed, he stops and takes a seat nearby as she steps in and laughs when she squeals, "Maybe I should have warned you about that?" he says still laughing, until her bathing suit flops over the top edge of the shower.<br><br>He shifts in the chair and is able to see a sliver of her naked body between teh door and the shower stall proper, but not knowing if thier dad was home yet he would not go closer to get a better look.&nbsp; Instead he relpies to her offer of a movie, "Sure I'll go, as long as your not on a date, and that it's at least not so much a chick flick that I will get laughed at for going."<br><br>Standing he goes to the cabinet on the porch and grabs her a fresh towel, when he hears the water go off he flips it over the top, giving himself just a little better view of her through the gap, "There you go sis, dry and no sand, don't say I never gave you anything."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>13-02-2008, 23:07:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Wrapping the towel around herself, she steps out of the stall, shaking water out of her hair. "Nope, no date. The guy canceled on me, so I figured I'd take you instead." She glances at the look on his face, then grins widely. "Kidding," she adds quickly, before he can give her the kicked puppy look. Glancing at her shoulder, she rubs at a tan line across her skin, grumbling, "We totally need a more private deck..." She pads into the house, trying not to drip on the carpet, leaving her suit to dry in the sun.<br><br>"Dad?" She pokes around the downstairs, then thuds up the stairs, calling out again on the way to her room. "Dad!" Getting no answer, she calls back down the stairs, "Must not be home yet." <br><br>She goes into her room, nudging her door half-closed as she goes to her dresser, dropping her towel. She half-figures Tony is going to grab a shower, too, though she keeps watch on the door out of the corner of her eye, just in case. She's around the side of the door so he won't see her if he just meanders down the hall to his room, although if he comes to the door... She ponders as she rummages around for underwear, thinking about her brother, how he's filled out the past year or so, and how she's been seeing him every day for the past week in mostly bathing suits or light summer clothes. Straightening and tossing her wet hair out of her face as she pulls on panties, she turns it over in her mind. She'd be all over him if they weren't related... actually, since she's on the pill, there isn't much reason not to anyway. She smiles a little as she pulls on a bra, teasing one finger across one of her nipples, hard from more than just the cold shower. <em>Hm.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>13-02-2008, 23:24:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He'd not been in the water but grabs a towel and gives himself a quick rinse to get the sand and lotion off.&nbsp; Looking up at her swim suit his thoughts go to how she looked it that little and the brief glimpse of skin he had see.<br><br>Turning off the water he tosses his wet suit across the top as well and, wrapping the towel around his waist heads into the house.&nbsp; Not seeing anyone downstairs he sees the message waiting light on the answering machine.&nbsp; Grabbing a bottle of water out of the firdge he hits the button and listens ti the message, it was dad saying that he was trapped into a business dinner and would likely not be back till near midnight.<br><br>Tony sighs, thinking about having to order delivery something or another and heads toward his room.&nbsp; Seeing his sisters door open he knocks and steps into the room in a single motion, "Hey sis, dad called and is going to be late, want to order some..."<br><br>He stands in the door and for a moment cannot decide what to do, she is standing there, panties on, arms over her head giving him quite the view of her very impressive breasts, "...Oh damn", he says, stepping back into the hall, "your door was open and I thought", he pauses again trying to think of what to do.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>13-02-2008, 23:31:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marisa glances over her shoulder at the knock, jumping a little. She shakes her head, speaking up as he pauses. "S'okay, don't worry about it. Grab a seat." She finishes pulling on her bra, then glances over at him, her eyes wandering down the front of the towel as she surreptitiously checks out his reaction. She pulls a fitted t-shirt on over the bra, then reaches over, tugging his hand if he's not already moving and angling to get him sitting on the bed. "What do you want to order?" She pulls on a pair of denim cut-offs, watching him out of the corner of her eye.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>13-02-2008, 23:52:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Trying to hide the fact that the towel is tenting somewhat as she invites him in.&nbsp; He cannot take his eyes off her as she dresses and when she moves him to the bed he says, "I'm <strong>really</strong> sorry sis, I didn't mean to walk in on you like that."<br><br>He sits on the edge of the bed, barely, looking like he could bolt at any second, though he thinks better of it as the towel is already not hiding his condition at all, getting up would only make matters worse.<br><br>Licking his lips and taking a deep breath he calms himself a little before he answer, "There's chinese and pizza close, but I am about done with the pizza place, they are not the best."<br><br>He tries to look calm, though his eyes follow every curve her outfit defines so well, her long legs, nicely tanned, the soft curve of her hips and ass, narrow waist and, oh gods thoses tits.&nbsp; When his eyes finally get to her face he blushes as she is looking straight at him and without a doubt has seen him checking her out so throughly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>14-02-2008, 00:06:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"So I guess that means you're in the mood for chinese." She grins at him, then comes around to sit on the bed behind him, dangling a leg off the side of the bed to either side of him and sliding her arms around his waist. She rests her chin on his shoulder, letting her breath tickle his neck as she talks to him. "We could find an awesomely terrible movie. You know, sack out on the couch with a carton of lo mein and MST3K the hell out of it." She catches a droplet of water running down from his damp hair as it slides down his chest, letting it land on her fingertip, then slowly tracing little damp figure 8s down the middle of his chest. She traces the tiny designs about halfway down his stomach, slowly, then starts to work her way back up to his chest. "Unless you're sick of me already..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>14-02-2008, 00:19:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Chinese would be great", he starts, sudddenly unable to find his voice again as she sits behind him, one of her shapely legs slipping to either side of him.&nbsp; He breath on his ear is close and her softly speaking has him thinking of anything but the TV.<br><br>When her finger traces over his chest he jumps, "Yeah, ummm, that could work, sure", he stammers, wondering just what to do now.&nbsp; "I don't think I could be sick of you sis, you and me have stuck together for too long, but I have to tell you that you are making me a mess right now."<br><br>He looks over his shoulder to get a look at her, not fighting to get away, but the look on his face is one of discomfort and confusion, "Tell you what, you go call it in, I'll have pepper steak and onion with an eggroll, I'll just go and get dressed."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>14-02-2008, 00:39:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Making you a mess? What?" She grins at him as he glances at her, dropping her hands and draping her arms around his waist. "Sorry," she murmurs, leaning in to kiss his cheek before she releases his waist, though she smiles at him again as she leans away, feeling vaguely guilty. Could be that she misread him, in which case she does feel kind of bad. Her eyes wander down to his lap again as she wonders this and re re-evaluates what she knows of his body language. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>14-02-2008, 00:50:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He stands and turns to look at her again, then realizes just what she is about eye level with.&nbsp; Turning toward the door he says, "I'll be down in a few minutes, you order, I'll pay, if you're nice I'll let you pick the movie."<br><br>He heads out the door, not quite fleeing, to his bedroom.&nbsp; He grabs a pair of shorts and heads to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.&nbsp; He leans on the sink and looks at himself in the mirror, speaking out loud, "What the hell, she is so freaking hot, but she's my sister...was that a come on by her in her room?"<br><br>He tosses the towel and slips the shorts on, a loose wearing set of cutoffs, which he still has to work past his erection, "If she wasn't my sister", he says as he closes the zipper carefully and then head out and down the stairs to find her and see whats on.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>14-02-2008, 18:01:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, I don't mind." She leans back on the bed, watching him go, frowning a little. <em>... if you're nice...</em> Is he teasing her? She sits bolt upright in the bed, staring after Tony. <em>Is he?</em> She climbs off of the bed and finishes drying her hair, running a brush through it as she picks up her cell. She gets the number to the Chinese place and places their order, then wanders down the hall, watching for a second from the topp of the stairs before she heads on down. <br><br>"It's on its way," she informs him from the doorway of the living room. "Like half an hour or so." She pads over ot the couch and sits on it. "Is that what you meant by being nice, or did you have something else in mind?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>14-02-2008, 18:35:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He settles on the couch next to her, reaching over to snatch the remote and start flipping through the guide, looking for the perfect b grade flick, "Hmmm...rated R, violence, nudity, sexual overtones, in space, and not a name actor in it.&nbsp; That sounds like the winner, what do you think", he says.<br><br>He looks over at her and smiles, "Half an hour, must be a busy night for them", he says. Considering her statement he gives her a curious look, "What 'or something else'?" he asks, "Just talking about the movie and the food sis", he says innocently, still glad though that the shorts he decided on were loose, already her being this close and the view of her that he has are having an effect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>14-02-2008, 21:59:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Eyeing him, she raises an eyebrow and grins, then looks at the screen. "'The Incredible Journey of Miss America', a tale of the first beauty pageant in space with an alien twist," she reads off the screen. "Christ, Tony, are you sure you didn't go for the porn channel?" She snorts in amusement, then stretches. "We should wait for food to start it, though. That way we don't have to get up half an hour into it." She grins at him. "Unless you can't think of anything to do for half an hour ..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>14-02-2008, 22:08:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looks at her again and says, "If you were any other girl sis, I could think of lots of things I would do with someone as pretty as you, but you are my sister so I will have to think of something else to pass the time."<br><br>Despite what he says he still sits there looking at her, he head telling him to go get a deck of cards, get a drink, do <strong>something</strong> to move away from her.<br><br>His body though refuses, keeping him there sitting in the corner of the couch, looking something like a cross between the horny teenage guy in the movie they are going to watch and a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 00:19:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She raises her eyebrows at him, then slowly starts to smile as he doesn't move to do anything else but look at her. She finally drops her eyes, blushing a little and toying with a piece of her damp hair. "I was thinking about that earlier, actually." She glances sidelong at him, admiringly. "How if I ran into any other guy who looked as good as you do in your suit..." She shifts in the couch, turning to face him a little more. "It got me wondering, kind of, what the big deal is." Her tone is a little shy as she says it, but determined. "Like, you know, if it would really bother me that much. I... don't think ..." She meets his eyes for a second, then slides off the couch. "I'm going to go grab some drinks while we're waiting," she says a little breathlessly, then leaves him to think about that, on the couch, while she scoots off to the next room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 00:30:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Toy's jaw falls open as she speaks, and while he tries to say something before she gets out of the room he is stunned silent.<br><br>She was thinking about it? She thinks I am good looking? If I wasn't her brother?&nbsp; All this goes through his mind as he watches her walk from the room, his mind not quite getting through to his mouth that is still opened in disbelief.<br><br>It is not until she comes back in the room that he is able to get his head around what she had said and, taking his drink from her he looks at her standing there, "Sis, I have to say I am a little freaked at what you said", he quickly adds, "Not that I would say no to someone a pretty as you, ever, but, beyond the fact that you're my sister", he pauses trying to think of the right way to say the next part without being insulting, "Hell, I've read your diary, I never did get that far, I would not know what to do." he blurts out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 00:53:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She stays in the kitchen for a minute or two, having seen the look on his face as she said that. Setting a soda down in front of him as she comes back in, she pauses as he mentions being freaked out, blushing a little. Her blush gets darker as he mentions reading her diary, and for a second the only sound in the room is the hiss as she opens her soda. "I know you haven't," she says with a shrug, not sounding very bothered by that one, though she does sound slightly bothered by the next topic. "But ... I didn't mean to freak you out, Ton'. I was just saying it doesn't freak me out so much, now that I've thought about it." She slides back into her seat beside him on the couch, watching him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 01:00:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looks at her again, his eyes travel the length of her body, his mind running in overdrive.&nbsp; When his eyes meet hers again he asks, "So, let's say I wasn't freaked out a little, and you know that I am a little, ummm...slow in that area, what next?"<br><br>He takes a sip of his soda and tries to shift a little so she cannot see just how excited he really is, but she is going to have to answer the door at this point, standing would make things much to apparent.<br><br>In a very quiet voice he says, "Sis, you are hot as hell, something I would have wet dreams about", he looks as if he would say more but his voice fails him.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 09:20:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She raises both eyebrows at his question, a little surprised. She doesn't answer right away, looking thoughtful, then gives him a slow smile as he adds the part about his dreams, clearly flattered. She sets her soda on the coffee table, looking down at her lap for a second. "Well..." She slides slightly closer to him on the couch, then reaches to touch his cheek. She moves slowly, watching him, anxious to notice as soon as he gets too freaked out so she can stop, though she <em>really</em> doesn't want to. "I'd, um..." She leans in closer, glancing bck and forth between his lips and his eyes, her lips coming so close to kissing him, before she turns her head to the side and brushes her cheek against his instead. The smile is audible in her voice as she whispers, "I'd tell you that I think you're hot as hell, too... and your hands on me today felt really nice." She bites her lip for a second, still nuzzling her cheek against his, waiting to see if he pulls away.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 15:50:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Watching her in silence at first as she moves closer, as she touches him and moves in close to kiss him he tenses, managing to not draw away though, cursing silently in his mind as she turns at the last moment.<br><br>Her shispered words give him a quiet smile and he somehow finds the ability to move his hand, placing it on her shoulder and letting it slide slowly up her neck to rest on her cheek.<br><br>He whispers to her, "You've no idea what was happening to me when you touched me, why do you think I came home with the towel wrappped around me?"<br><br>Pulling back from her to look into her eyes, his hand still on her cheek, thier faces inches apart and he says quietly, "Sis, I", he hesitates, his eyes showing there is a question, and he finally starts again, "I don't want this to sound bad or anything, really, but I can't think of a good way to ask so don't get made ok?"<br><br>He dosen't wait for an answer, his mind made up to ask if she agrees or not, "You're not playing with me are you?&nbsp; I mean if you are teasing me you win but I am not going to be able to take much more, you're getting to a point you need to either stop or not."<br><br>He hopes she understands, though the point he refers to was several minutes ago and if she stops he is going to head up stairs and have to take care of things himself, and soon.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 17:44:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leaning her cheek into his hand, she hesitates, then grins a little sheepishly. "I had an idea," she admits, watching him as he pulls away. "Or, I guess maybe I figured it out later, in my room..." She shakes her head, chewing her lip a little. "I'm not messing around, no way. I... christ." She lets her eyes drop to his lips, then licks her own lips, tempted to kiss him, but it probably wouldn't help him be any less nervous. Well, maybe.<br><br>The doorbell startles her, and she jumps at the chime, then blushes. "Uh, I'll get it," she says automatically, sliding back off the couch and away from him. She smooths a hand down the front of her shirt as she heads toward the door, hoping that the delivery person isn't about to think she's ordering out for more than Chinese. She glances behind her at her brother and smiles at him, still blushing, before she disappears into the front entryway, where he can hear the door open and her voice conversing with a stranger.<br><br>She goes into the kitchen with the food, setting it out on the counter and taking a few deep breaths, her stomach fluttering with excitement. It's always exciting when you find out a cute guy is just as into you as you are into him, but this is a little more, almost like the time her ex convinced her to go down on him in the back of the bleachers. The extra little thrill that someone might peek around the corner and catch what's going on ...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 18:11:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Breathing a sigh of relief, both that she did not take it wrong and that she wasn't just planning on teasing him to death, he jups also as the doorbell rings.<br><br>She is up and headed for the door before he could think of a response but he smiles as she smooths down the shirt, pulling it tight over her tits and giving him another view, and he sits on the couch as she turns to smile at him, debating with himself if he was just saved by the bell or if he should kill the driver.<br><br>When he hears the door close, he stands and heads to the kitchen to help her, grabbing plates and untensils before moving to stand close beside her as she puts the food on the plates.<br><br>He speaks quietly as she shares out the rice and the toppings, "I <strong>think</strong> that I would be ok with this, the fact that your my sister is part of it but, I am more worried that I am not going to know what to do for&nbsp; you", he pauses and looks at her face, "I really want to, gods who wouldn't, but I don't want to leave you not enjoying yourself.&nbsp; Damn I'm babbling, do you know what I am trying to say at least?"<br><br>He looks down at the plate, his cheeks red, embarrassed at his lack of smoothness, his inability to really get across what he is thinking to her, not to mention that he is talking about such things with his sister, and not just like asking advice on his nonexistant love life, but somehow talking to her about her becoming a part of of it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 23:09:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pausing with her spoon, she glances at him, then smiles. Her smile gets gradually wider until it's a full out grin, as she sets aside the spoon, then reaches over, putting a hand on either side of his waist and pulling him closer to her. She leans back against the counter, sliding her arms around his aist as she asks, "Do you really think I'd let you get off that easy, without any work on your part?" She slides her hands up his back, enjoying the feel of muscle and skin under her palms. Pulling him closer up against her, she stops only when his lips are a breath away from her mouth. "Who is it you used to call pushy all the time?" She leans forward to kiss him, lightly brushing his lips with hers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 23:30:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His arms move around her, more of a reflex then a planned action, he looks into her eyes as she speaks and responds, "I don't expect you will, it's that I am not sure I know how."<br><br>Thier bodies pressed together like this there is now doubt in his mind when she kisses him that she feels his cock jump to attention, pressing against her belly.&nbsp; He opens his lips slightly with the kiss, his tounge cautiously moves between them and gently licks her lips, tasting the, until now, forbidden fruit of her lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>16-02-2008, 00:01:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her arms tighten around him as she runs her tongue along his lips, not quite brushing it against his tongue. A small shiver goes down her back, and she moves a hand up to stroke the back of his neck. After several moments of teasing with her tongue, she pulls away gently, licking her lips. "So..." She smiles at him. "Movie?" She leans to brush her lips against his shoulder as she waits for his answer, shaking a little. Though it's tempting to just sort of toss him on the kitchen floor, she's enjoying the slow sort of teasing, and isn't about to give it up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>16-02-2008, 00:16:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand move slowly down her back as they kiss, reaching the bottom of her shirt he lifts it slightly so he can feel her skin as well.<br><br>When she pulls back from him and smiles he nods and keeping one hand against the soft skin at the small of her back he lifts one of the plates with his free hand, "That sounds like a good idea", he says, giving her a minute to lick up her plate and he walks with her back to the living room.<br><br>His hand slips from her as they reach the couch and he sets his plate down on the coffee table next to the soda, then takes a seat in the corner of the couch, leaning on the arm and watching her even as he picks up the remote and hits the play button, starting the opening credits.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>16-02-2008, 00:21:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grabbing her plate and a pair of wooden chopsticks, Marisa heads into the living room with him, sitting down on the couch with him, though she sits up against the opposite arm, grinning at him. She turns sideways, stretching out on the couch, teasing his thigh with the side of her foot while he isn't looking, then appearing entirely engrossed in her plate if he glances her way. She's the very picture of innocence, in fact, tucking a piece of pork in her mouth with her chopsticks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>16-02-2008, 00:34:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He never did get the hang of chopsticks, so he uses a fork, glancing at her when she runs her foot over his thigh.&nbsp; It's not like she is all that slick, besides, who else is here that could be doing it.&nbsp; He looks over at her and puts his plate back on the table the grins and says, "Tease."<br><br>He sits back and puts his fet on the table, his arm onthe back of the couch and starts to watch the movie, and just as he had expected it was a group of well endowed women, scantally clad bouncing around from planet to planet.<br><br>Turning to look at her he says, "Who needs plot with you have bouncing tits?"&nbsp; He laughs and turns back to the TV, if she moves her foot over to tease him again though he is going to grab her ankle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>16-02-2008, 00:50:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grins at him as he looks over at her and calls her a tease. "You betcha." She focuses on her plate and the movie for a bit, rolling her eyes at his comment. "Fake... fake... fake... Oh, hey, those look real..." She begins to pass judgement on the women on-screen between bites, easing her foot back over toward his leg after a while. She brushes the tips of her toes up along his thigh, then squeals a little as he grabs her ankle. "Hey!" She giggles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>19-02-2008, 16:06:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Holding her foot tightly by the ankle he lifts her leg and moves his finger toward teh sole of her foot, "So tell me sis, are you still ticklish?&nbsp; I may be forced to find out if you keep playing."<br><br>Laughing as he moves his fingers slowly toward her foot, his grip on her ankle surprisingly strong, he may be the younger but he was athletic and she is discovering that she won't break loose easily.<br><br>He looks over at her and grins, thinking of her statements and wondering if he'll soon have the chance to find more places on her sweet body that are sensitive.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>19-02-2008, 16:19:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"God, yes, I am." She tugs at her leg a bit more then sets her food aside so she can squirm in earnest. Grinning, she shakes her head. "You're not that mean, are-ack!" She jumps and squeaks as his finger brushes the sole of her foot, then grins widely and shifts her leg, trying to put him at too awkward an angle to hold her. "You <em>are</em> mean!"<br><br>She grins and angles toward him, trying to slide closer so that eventually she can reach his fingers and loosen them, possibly, or tickle back, if she can't squirm out of his grip.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>19-02-2008, 16:29:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling as she squirms and works for position he loosens his grip on her ankle and lets his hand run up her calf, behind her knee and to her thigh as she attempts to straighten her leg to get it free.<br><br>Thumb running over her the soft flesh of her inner thigh he smiles and says, "I'm not mean, I just make sure that I win most of the time",&nbsp; he looks at her from thier new position, the foot he had tickled pushed past his head and resting on his shoulder, his hand on her upper thigh, absently stroking the soft smooth skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>19-02-2008, 22:02:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marisa pauses as she finds his shoulder under her knee, her other leg still over the side of the couch. She blushes a little, sliding her hand up her thigh to cover his fingers, moving past them to stroke the back of his wrist. "You don't seem as nervous as you made yourself out to be, Tony," she teases quietly. "I think you just want me to underestimate you." <br><br>She traces her fingernails up his arm, stroking it, propping herself up with her other arm so she can watch him, the movie completely forgotten. Shifting her leg to the side, she leans forward, slidng her hand up his arm and over his shoulder. Pushing herself more into a sitting position, she guides his hand toward her chest, leaning in to brush her lips against his lightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>19-02-2008, 22:22:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand moves where she guides it, fingers gently touching her breast through her clothing, "Oh I am still scared sis, but you are too damn beautiful to ignore."<br><br>His fingers gently trace the curve of her breasts, slowly, back and forth, "I really don't know, I don't want to do the wrong thing and have you change your mind, I would die."<br><br>He looks into her eyes, wanting to know what she wants, needing more but unsure how far she is willing to go, unsure what to do when she tells him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>19-02-2008, 23:06:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Biting her lip, she says quietly, "That, what you're doing, is teasing..." She shifts away from him just long enough to tuck her legs under her and lean into him. "C'mere," she murmurs, sliding her hands down his sides and teasing her fingers around the waistband of his cutoffs. She doesn't unhook them or go very far under them, just tracing her fingers between his skin and his shorts for the moment. She meets his eyes for a second, then looks down again, her fingers playing over his skin as her nipples tighten under the shirt. After a moment she slides her hands over his, guiding him to cup her breasts, trying not to squirm too much. His body so close to hers, the flirting, even the possibility of someone walking in and catching them, the whole situation combined with how much she wants him, even the fact that she gets to show him what to do ... all of it is turning her on, so much that it's an effort not to just pin him down and ride him...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 00:02:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cupping her breasts, giving them a little lift, as if weighing them in his hands, his thumbs runing over the nipples that are poking through the fabric, "Damn these are sweet, and I think you know what your hands are doing to me", he says as his eyes leave her breasts to look down at the obvious tenting of his shorts.<br><br>He squeezes her breasts gently, getting the feel of them, tits' he has handled before though none so sweetly shaped nor quite so large.&nbsp; The effect her hands are having as they slip around his waist is intense and Tony begins to get a little concerned that this may be all she plans.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 07:09:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leaning into his hands, Marisa closes her eyes for a second, chewing her lip as his thumbs brush over her nipples. She runs her fingertips up his chest, teasing her thumb acorss one of his nipples curiously. Some guys like it, others don't... Her hands trail back down again to the waist of his shorts, and she unbuttons them, sliding her hand down the front to stroke his cock for a moment before she slides it gently free of the material. Running her finger around the tip, she looks at his face again, her expression a little hungry. Maybe he'll recognise it, maybe he won't, but the look in her eyes is one of strong lust, and she smiles at him for a second before she ducks her head toward his lap. "Just relax a second," she says, leaning over his lap and running her tongue alogn the underside of the shaft, tasting him for a moment before she closes her warm mouth around him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 16:24:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Continuing to caress her breasts, cupping and gently squeezing them, thumbs still running back and forth over her nipples he takes in a sharp breath as her fingers move up and brush his nipples.&nbsp; Though not overly sensitive, he does enjoy the feeling of her warm touch.<br><br>Watching as she opens his shorts, as her hand moves in and strokes him, he shifts so his legs can open wider to give her the room she needs.<br><br>Shifting his hands to let him continue to have them on her sweet tits he watches her lean forward and gasps when her tougne runs the&nbsp; length of his hardness, and a low sigh as her lips then surround the tip, "Damn, that feels so good", he says, knowing from movies, magizines and guys talking what comes next, but nothing compares to the actual feeling of it, the warm wetness sliding over him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>22-02-2008, 07:31:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing his gasping and sighing, she pulls him deeper into her mouth, her tongue sliding against the taut skin. She sucks lightly, briefly, not giving him everything at once, but working him up from little teasing touches with her tongue and lips. Gradually, she gives him longer strokes with her lips, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she sucks harder, her movements getting more deliberate. If he really hasn't had this before, she expects it'll be easy to get him off ... and then she can take her time and let him take his. She leans into his hands a bit, enjoying the gentle, light touches. He seems like he's a bit of a natural at that, and she squirms a little on the couch; she can't wait to see how those fingers do elsewhere.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>22-02-2008, 17:14:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sounds he makes as she gives him his first blow job increase in loudness slightly as she covers him and begins to move on him in ernest, his hands moving from her breasts and sliding down her sides pulling at her shirt up so her skin is bared so he can feel the softness.<br><br>Tugging gently he works her shirt up further and he finds his voice and says, "Give it a second sis, I want to be able to reallly touch them."&nbsp; He had seen them earlier, but now, considering the new events, he wanted to do more then look.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>22-02-2008, 18:09:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh, god, the fact that he's not the quiet type thrills her. She shivers as his hands slide under her shirt, and she backs off a little as he finally manages to tell her to. Running her tongue up and down the shaft, she helps him, working her arms free of the shirt, then waiting patiently as he unhooks her bra. "Here, how about this," she asks quietly as she pulls her mouth from him, her voice a little breathless. She pulls the shirt and bra the rest of the way off, then reaches for his clothes, hooking her fingers in the waist. "Slide your hips up a sec. I want all of you." She flashes him a quick grin, stroking him with one hand lightly as she uses the other to tug suggestively on his shorts. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>22-02-2008, 19:03:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she slips off her shirt and bra his hand go in an instant back to her breasts, now able to toy with her nipples since the fabric is no longer in the way.&nbsp; Lifting his hips when she tugs at his shorts, he lets her pull them down, finding no underwear to bar her way. <br><br>His fingers move on her nipples, gently teasing them, circling them, pinching them, tugging them lightly, at other times moving gently over her breasts. stroking and caressing the soft flesh.&nbsp; "You have beautiful tits' sis", he says as he continues to explore them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>22-02-2008, 19:13:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Discarding his shorts, she slides a hand along his side, her eyes roaming over his naked body for a second before she leans in once more. Instead of going directly for his erection again, she brushes her lips against his thigh, her hand sliding slowly down between his legs. She brushes her fingertips up against the soft skin of his scrotum, caressing it momentarily before she slides her lips down on him once more. A small, muffled groan slips out of her as he pinches and toys with her nipples, and she leans back into his hands. "God, that feels nice." She pulls him deeper into her mouth after pausing to whisper, her attention entirely on him now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>22-02-2008, 19:48:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands continue to toy with and tease her breasts and nipples, the speed and roughness of his touch growing with his nearing orgasm, "Not going to be long", he says, more of a warning to her, half expecting her to pull off before he cums.<br><br>His warning is followed very soon by the expanding of his shaft and the tightening of his body then suddenly he lets out a gasped "Oh hell", as he relasses suddenly and violently, his body never having felt such pleasure as she was giving him.<br><br>Inadvertantly as he realeases he pinches her nipples hard, not with the intention to actually cause her pain, rather as a reflex action of his orgasm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>22-02-2008, 19:58:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The warning only spurs her on, and she pulls him deep into her throat as she feels him tensing. She slides her tongue around the base, then squirms more on the couch as he swells in her mouth. Tasting him as he explodes in her mouth, she slides a hand up, milking his cock a little, sucking in her breath as he pinches her nipples hard. She's so turned on by now that the pain only makes her more eager, and she licks at him as he starts to calm down, sucking on the tip gently before she finally pulls away. "Mmh." She kisses his thigh, then rolls onto her back, resting her head on his leg as she looks up at him, watching his face, her hand still toying idly with the sensitive shaft. Trying not to overwhelm him (too much), she only watches him for the moment, giving him a satisfied smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>22-02-2008, 20:39:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands slip from her breasts as she turns and he looks at her laying on his thigh, "Holy shit", he says smiling at her, "I never thought anything could feel that good."&nbsp; His hands move to her face and caresses her cheek gently, his shaft, though so recently spent, already is starting to harden in her hand.<br><br>Looking to her face he considers his next statement carefully, "I feel bad that you didn't get anything out of that though", he says, his look telling her that he really dosen't realize that she enjoyed it too, "What can I do to try to get you to have that much fun?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>22-02-2008, 20:47:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marisa leans her cheek into his hand. "What, you think I'm going to let you off that easy?" She grins up at him. "I liked it. I liked the sounds you made, and the way you squirmed..." She catches one of his fingertips between her lips, then takes his hand, guiding it down her tanned stomach to the waist of her shorts. "Feel what it did to me," she murmurs, dipping his fingertips below the waist of her cutoffs and then leaving his hand to do its own exploring, moving her arm back up to toy with him some more. She does wonder for a moment how he'll react to the fact that she shaves; it's just easier with how often she wears a swimsuit. Either he'll flip or he won't, though, so she doesn't worry about it too much. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>22-02-2008, 21:11:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand moves where she leads it, gently slipping under the waist band, his eyes meeting hers when he discovers the clean shaven slit a surprised look crossing his face, though it does not stop him from exploring.<br><br>He has had a hand on a girl before, though not so beautiful as his sister was.&nbsp; Still he knows roughly what to do and his fingers spread her outer lips before slipping in and rubbing over her clit and searching for the opening to her core, surprised again by the wetness and heat he finds there, never realizing that she may have been as hot as he had been.<br><br>His fingers gently stroke her sex, watching her face as he does, looking to her for give him a little guidance as the last time he had done this the girl did not seem to be into it much and he wasn't sure if it was because of him or her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 01:02:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shivering as his fingers slide down her front, Marisa moves one leg so it's dangling over the side of the couch, spreading her thighs wider to give him better access. She arches her hips as his fingers move tentatively lower, whispering, "Feels good." She lets his hand wander for a moment, then unfastens her shorts, sliding her hand down them on top of his. She gently lays her fingers over his, guiding him a little, brushing fingers over and around her clit, then nudging his middle finger inside her. Still looking down at his arm instead of at his face, she's breathing a bit harder now; it's clearly a bit of an effort to be this patient with him, though she isn't exactly complaining.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>25-02-2008, 19:11:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He takes her lead and moves his hands to match her direction, still handling her gently, his movements unsure but none the less willing to please her as best he can.<br><br>His free hand wraps back up around her and moves back to toying with her breasts, caressing one moment, squeezing the next, teasing a nipple now, pinching it gently and tugging it a moment later.<br><br>His concentration is on her sex though and he worls on following what hse likes, quickly learning what those things are by her movements, her sound and her guiding hand, gently showing hem her most sensitive of spots.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>26-02-2008, 06:02:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shivers as his hand moves to her nipple again, her eyes drifting half-closed as she guides him between her legs. Her other hand strokes and teases at him, feeling him starting to harden again under her fingers, and she smiles. Letting out the occasional gasp or quiet moan, she starts to squirm around a bit more as he - knowingly or not - teases her like crazy. She opens her eyes and looks up at him, her hand leaving his long enough to slide the button open on her shorts and ease the zipper down. "Help me with these?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>26-02-2008, 18:24:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slipping his hand from her breast and from her sex, he pushes the waist down her legs, pealing the shorts and her underware from her at one time, leaning forward to get them down past her knees, "You'll have to take it from there", he says smiling at her, "I don't want to have you get up."<br><br>Moving his hand back to her sex he caresses and strokes some more, though slowly his confidance builds and he moves his hand and fingers a little more agressively, working a little harder to get her off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>26-02-2008, 19:53:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Squirming out of her clothes the rest of the way, she leans back down, stretched naked across his lap. She shivers as he seems to get more sure of himself, then moans and arches as he brushes just right. "God, yes. Keep doing that..." She looks up at him and smiles, adding, "Unless you want me to ride you..." She watches his face as she says it, grinning. It's not an entirely fair question, and not an easy choice, but she couldn't resist putting it out there...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>26-02-2008, 21:34:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His fingers pause for a moment when she says that, "Ride me?" His voice is a little shaky at that question, thinking about what she means.&nbsp; Again, he has seen plenty of porn and knows what she means, but he still has a moment about how wrong that would be.<br><br>Moving his fingers again, making sure to hit the spots that get the best reaction from her he says quietly, "Maybe we can work up to that?"&nbsp; He looks at her spread out naked, laying back on him as his hands work her sex and caress and fondle her breasts.<br><br>A smile crosses his face again and he says, equally as quietly, "Then again Sis, maybe I could do for you what you did for me, I may not be as good at it but I bet you'd like to teach me how to use my tounge."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>29-02-2008, 06:27:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding, she smiles up at him for a second, then catches her lower lip between her teeth as his fingers shift in a very pleasant way. She tilts her head back enough to look at the clock, and her voice has a slight burr to it as she asks, "When did you say Dad'll be home?" She looks up at him, her breathing a little more rapid than normal, as she waits for an answer, her hips pressing into his hand. "'Cause ... I'd be happy to show you that..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>29-02-2008, 16:45:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Any time he calls he usually isn't going to be home until after midnight", Tony answers looking at the clock as well, "Gives us a good two hours, maybe a little more."<br><br>Looking at her sweet body laid out on the couch he says, "We could clean up our mess down here and go upstairs, if he gets home he won't come in to our rooms and check on us, he is good about privacy at least."<br><br>His hand has not stopped moving during thier talking, though he has slowed it slightly, his fingers probing gently still, watching her face to see just what spots have the best effect.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>01-03-2008, 03:42:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eyeing him, she nods, slowly. "... we could..." She arches into his hand, letting out a small half-whimper as his fingers slow, chewing her lip at the teasing. Seeing his eyes so intently on her, she smiles a little, thinking he's teasing her on purpose... or at least doing something he's enjoying, if he's not meaning to tease. She reaches for his other hand, pulling his fingers to her ips and gently nibbling on the ends of them, whispering, "Want to?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>01-03-2008, 19:14:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling at his sister he says, "Your place or mine?" A slight chuckle at his own little joke before he adds, "Your room is further down the hall so if he gets home before we are in our own beds he's less likely to go there, he walks right past my room."<br><br>Reluctantly he works on unwrapping himself from her and getting some of the mess cleared up, neglicting to put his clothes back on for the moment, figuring that they are just going to come off again in a few minutes.<br><br>When the quick cleanup is done he turns off the TV and gets his shorts, standing at the bottom of the stairs to wait for her to come up with him, hopefully having decided which room they would be in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>03-03-2008, 04:02:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks up, eyeing him, smiling. Moving location means he has more time to think about what he's doing, and probably more time to regret it. His hesitations so far... She's not sure he's not looking for more time. She sits up. She'll come to that if he does give a hard time. She slides off of the couch and helps him clean up the stuff. "Yeah, we'll go to my room, it makes the most sense." <br><br>Naked, she pads toward the stairs, smiling at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>03-03-2008, 17:44:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Letting her take the lead up the stairs he turns and smiles as she watches her walk up the stairs, throughly enjoying the hypnotic sway of her ass as she walks up.<br><br>As much as he has been enjoying the time with her, Tony think about the fact that this is still just not right.&nbsp; Yes, she is hot a hell, and she dosen't seem to be having a problem with it, there is something in the back of his mind that is worrying him.<br><br>"Marisa", he says as they get to the top of the stairs, "I think I am going to need you help with this", he pauses for a moment, "Tell me this isn't a bad thing we're doing."<br><br>Waiting for his answer he looks over his beautiful sister, his body already telling him how much he wants to do this, but his mind nagging him that this is wrong on many levels.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 02:56:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she reaches the top of the stairs, she glances over her shoulder to make sure he's still with her. As he says her name, she pauses, turning to face him. Raising her eyebrows at him, she looks over him. God, she wants him. She drifts closer to him at the top of the stairs, running her fingers down his stomach and curling her palm around the still-firm shaft of him. "Tony..." She moves closer to him, her body heat washing over his skin. "You think I'd do anything bad to you?" <br><br>Standing in front of him, both of them naked, she feels a small thrill go through her, and she moves forward a little, leaning in to brush his lips with hers, pressing his back toward the wall as she presses her skin to his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 17:37:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Standing there with her soft hand wrapped around his cock, Tony smiles and says, "Well, at the moment I am hardly in a position to argue am I?"&nbsp; He looks down at her hand and smiles and adds, "I guess there is some wisdom to the expression 'when you have them by the balls...'", he chuckles, at least until she bends forward to kiss him.<br><br>Moving slowly back, presses against the wall he puts his arms around her and hold her close, enjoying the feel of her naked body pressed against him, his hands moving over her smooth back and the luscious curve of her ass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 21:07:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You kind of aren't," she murmurs to him, her mouth still just barely touching his. "I don't ... really want to stop, and I don't think you do, either." She slides her hands up his sides, then down over his ass, caressing him for a moment before guiding him toward her bedroom. Catching his lower lip between her teeth, she nibbles a little, intending to keep his attention on her, and the way her body is brushing up against him.<br><br>As she guides him through the bedroom door, she angles for the bed, dropping her clothes by the door without taking her lips from his. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 21:19:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He follows her willingly, though he truely has little choice in the matter.&nbsp; His hands do not leave her body, caressing her gently as she guides him to the bed.<br><br>As his legs bump against the soft mattress he turns and places her against the bed, grinning down at her and he pushes her back, forcing her to the bed as he moves up between her legs, forcing them open with his knees.<br><br>His hands move to her inner thighs and slowly work thier way back to her sex, and in a few minutes he is touching her as he had been downstairs, working her clit and slipping his finger slightly into her.<br><br>Looking up to her face he smiles and says, "You said you didn't want me to stop, but now your going to have to tell me what is next."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 21:43:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grinning as he turns and pushes her down on the bed, Marisa hooks her legs loosely around his, pullnig him closer between her legs. "Well... first your mouth kinda has to be down there..." She arches a little as his fingers slip into her, then sucks in her breath as he brushes her clit. "Like... put your tongue, um, here..." She indicates the fingers brushing her clit, blushing just a little at having to be so vocal. Usually the guys she dates have some idea ... or they just don't go down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 22:16:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Moving with her so they are on the bed properly he bends over her and moves his mouth forst to hers, to kiss her gently, then moving down her body, his lips kissing circles around her breasts and ending with a litght suckle on each.<br><br>He looks up at her and says, "That my dear Sister is the furthest this direction I have ever been on a girl."&nbsp; Pressing on into new territory for him he slides further down her over her belly and in time he reaches her sex.<br><br>using his fingers he parts the outer lips and tenitively runs his tounge over her heated body, tasting her, hell any woman, for the first time.&nbsp; Little bu little his tounge explores her, his movements getting stronger and more sure as she reacts to each slip of his tounge through her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 23:47:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Really? That's the furthest?" Marisa watches him as he toys with her nipples, then shivers a little as he glides down her stomach. She doesn't rush him as he gets lower, trying not to squirm impatiently as his fingers part her. Her gaze goes toward the door they forgot to close, and then she forgets about it, sucking in her breath as his tongue slides up against her. Between body language and the occasional direction of "Lower... low-ah, there!", she guides him toward what she likes, her body flushing a little as he gets into the right track. God, yes. Wriggling a little, she arches against him and whimpers as he brings her close to getting off...<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>05-03-2008, 00:18:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands move up her body, slowly moving to her breasts as his tounge continues to slip over the soft foles of her sex.&nbsp; Between her words guiding him and the reaction he gets from her body he decides he is doing something right and continues doing so, speeding his movments and increasing the pressure as he becomes more sure of himself.<br><br>Fingers caressing her nipples, pinching lightly as he remembers she liked that downstairs, his hands gently kneeding her breasts, the taste of her, the scent of her deepening as she nears her own orgasm.&nbsp; He is hard again now as well, her body and its movements exciting him to a point he is ready for action again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>05-03-2008, 00:27:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Arching her back, she presses hard against his lips, a breathy cry slipping out of her throat. She shifts her legs, sliding one long limb over his shoulder, panting. Her hands curl around the back of his head, and she puts a little pressure on, pressing his face into her delightedly. "Oh," she breathes, wave after wave of pleasure washing through her. <br><br>She relaxes after a few moments, still panting, closing her eyes for a long moment, then sliding her leg slowly off of him and sitting up a little to look at him, grinning. "That was damn good for your first time," she praises him, her voice still a bit shaky.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>05-03-2008, 00:37:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Licking her as she releases, the shift of the flavor in his mouth as her juices seep from her, slowing only when she begins to relax back against the bed.<br><br>As she speaks he smiles and shifts off of her, sliding up alongside her, draping his arm over her and holding her to him.&nbsp; He leans in and kisses her, the shift causing his hardness to press against her hip.<br><br>He whispers softly, "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, after what you did for me I would not have wanted to not return the favor."&nbsp; His arm drapes over her and he caresses her breast tenderly, relaxing next to her well heated body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>07-03-2008, 14:40:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marisa shivers a little, turning and settling in against him as he comes up beside her. "Thanks," she whispers, running her fingers through his hair. She slides a hand down, caressing his hip, fingers teasing around bot not exactly touching the hardness against her hip. "And back for more, seems like..." She grins, pleased, and nuzzles his neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>07-03-2008, 17:14:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blushing slightly as she notices his hardened shaft he says, "Come on sis, how could any guy not be like this with a body like yours next to him?&nbsp; Let alone with what we have been doing.&nbsp; You're hot."<br><br>His hand runs over as he lies beside her on her bed, gently caressing each of her beautiful breasts and again moving down her body, learning from her teasing and running his fingers along her outer lips, stroking up and down without giving her the benefit of contact with her most sensitive spots.<br><br>Looking at her face he smiles and asks, more as a joke from the sounds, then as a real question, "So what do you do for an encore?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>09-03-2008, 07:41:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marisa clears her throat a little at his compliments, shifting self-consciously. She sucks in her breath as his fingers brush up against her, enjoying the way he's exploring, teasing... though if he keeps following her example, he'll have to be careful not to have his next girlfriend tie him up and have her way with him. Marisa does so love teasing. She leans over and kisses him, running her fingers through his hair. "I don't know..." She trails her lips down the corner of his mouth, down toward his neck. "Could just go to bed," she teases. "I'm kinda tired after all that work..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>10-03-2008, 17:05:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still holding her close, his hands caressing he looks up at her at her idea and chosing to slip back to the role of the shy, inexperianced brother and kisses her cheek gently, "If that's what you want.&nbsp; I mean you already gave me more then I have ever had.<br><br>He starts to sit up on the bed, wondering if she is actually wants to go to bed and will let him up or if she is teasing and will pull him back.&nbsp; That is what he is hoping for but he is not going to push.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>10-03-2008, 17:21:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Raising her eyebrows, she reaches to stroke his back as he sits up, sitting up and sliding up behind him. "... no... it's not." She slides her hands up his back and over his shoulders, pulling his back against her chest. "I'm going to save plenty for later... but I don't actually want to go to sleep just now." She slides her hands down his sides, stroking his warm skin, pressing her lips to the back of his neck. "Do you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>10-03-2008, 17:52:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not fighting as she pulls him back against her, feeling the hard heated nipples against his back as she does.&nbsp; Turning his head to look over his shoulder he answer, "I don't want to leave, I just don't want to be pushy or have you do more then you really want to."<br><br>He places his hands on hers as she gently runs them over his body and adds, "Then there is the fact that I really have no idea what to do, and if we are going to do more I want to&nbsp; know that I am not the olny one having a good time."<br><br>Despite his objections he continues to lean back on her, enjoyng the feel of her hands on him, the heat of them giving even more warmth to his already heated body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>10-03-2008, 17:55:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nibbles his ear, running her fingers around to his front, stroking him gently. "You need to relax," she murmurs. "You know I'm not the sort to just hang around if I'm bored... not that you could bore me. You seem like you're enjoying this. I'm enjoying it. There isn't a problem." She slides her hands down to his hips, stroking his lean thighs, her fingers drifting toward the inner thighs slowly, still caressing him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>10-03-2008, 18:47:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Letting go a deep sigh as she moves her hands over him he says, "It's little different though, thinking of you as a sister then thinking of you as a lover.&nbsp; Don't get me wrong, I like both a lot, it's just a little difficult for me to get my head around, shifting between one and the other is a little scary."<br><br>Rolling to his side so his head is laying low on her chest he smiles at her and lifts enough to kiss each of her nipples, "But I wll say that the lover part has some perks that brother would only dream of."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>10-03-2008, 22:38:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Guess it is a little different..." She leans back a bit and runs her fingers through his hair as he nuzzles up to her chest. "Is that still messing with your head?" She watches him curiously, one eyebrow raised. She can't help but let her eyes wander over him as she waits for his response.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>10-03-2008, 22:48:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking up at her between her breasts he smiles and says, "Not so much now as it was when I walked in on you, but I still feel like I am being a little slow on the uptake."<br><br>His face remain calm, though his face shows there is yet a little concern, "But now it's a different thing, kindda, it's like I want to make sure you're ok with it, that I am doing things good for you, then, I still feel like I need to take care of you too."<br><br>He moves up and kisses the tender flesh on the underside of her breast and smile back up at her, "I'm a basket case right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>11-03-2008, 08:55:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marisa smiles at him, then jumps a little as she hears the door slam downstairs. "Dad," she says under her breath, then is out from under him in a flash, going to the door and closing it quietly. She stands to one side and peers down the hall, listening as their father's footsteps go through the living room, then to his office, then back toward the living room and into the kitchen. Apparently content that they've got the upstairs to themselves for now, she grins at Tony and giggles a little as she slides back next to him on the bed. "Surprised me," she admits.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>11-03-2008, 20:02:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The door slaming has an effect on Tony as well, sitting up on the bed and looking at the door as she moves over to shut it, "Damn, he must not have got lucky."<br><br>When she moves back to his side he says, "Yeah, me too, I think we are going to have to give the rest of this a rain check.&nbsp; Hell all we need is dad to come in a catch us, he's kill us."<br><br>He looks to the pile of clothes on the floor and starts to reach for it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>11-03-2008, 21:01:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marisa stretches out on the bed on her stomach, nodding. "Sure." She smiles, watching the way his body moves and flexes while he puts his clothing back on. Damn, he looks good. "We're still on for that movie tomorrow, right?" A sly smile curves the corners of her mouth as she contemplates teasing him. He'll probably take well to it... maybe not. She's willing to see, though.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>11-03-2008, 21:45:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slipping on his pants he rolls the shirt and shorts up into a ball and moves toward the door, listening to see if thier dad was still in the kitchen.<br><br>Turning back to look at her he shakes his head, "Damn him, just like him to do this to me.&nbsp; Of course we are still on Sis, I don't think I'd want to miss that at all."<br><br>His hand on the door knob he looks at the lovely naked girl on the bed and he pads quickly back over to her and bends to kiss her deeply, a whispered, "Thanks sis", before he goes through the door. <br><br>Closing it behind him, he heads straight to his bedroom and slips under the sheet, tossing his pants out and rolling to his side, his shaft still hard and the thoughts of her still fresh in his mind as he lays there trying to go to sleep.&nbsp; A little while later he is still trying when he hears thier dad come up and head into his room, the door shutting loudly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>11-03-2008, 22:14:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marisa listens intently for the sounds of their dad going to bed. She waits for it, but is still trying to decide if she wants to push more tonight. There are so many things she could do ... but ultimately she decides to wait on them. There's really no rush. With that in mind, she rolls over to go to sleep, deciding not even to jill off... she kind of wants to be a bitt more revved up tomorrow.<br><br>The next day, she leaves him alone through a lot of the morning, sitting out on the beach and reading, though by the time lunch rolls around, she's gotten dressed and ready to head into the town nearby. She sits down at the kitchen table with a bowl of cubed watermelon and some water, enjoying the sweet fruit after spending all morning in the hot sun, waiting for Tony to come into view so she can snag him and find out what movie he wants ...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>11-03-2008, 22:28:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After finally getting to sleep he wakes up in the morning with the sun shining in his window and into his face.&nbsp; Standing up he gets on a pair of lounge pants and heads for the bathroom to get a shower.<br><br>When he gets back to the room he looks out the window as he gets dressed, he chose this room for the view of the beach and now he can see his sister out there, looking good even from this distance.<br><br>Heading downstairs he heads for the kitchen and starts making a sandwhich, getting a bottle of water and taking it to the back patio, watching her as she gets up and starts to head back to the house.<br><br>"What time are we heading out", he asks as she gets to the top of the stairs,&nbsp; wanting to say more, but for the moment letting things be as if the events of last night did not happen, like she is.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>12-03-2008, 04:21:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Whenever it's playing..." She shrugs and smiles at him, taking a bite of watermelon. "Unless you don't want to go with me anymore..." She crosses her legs as she turns to face him, taking a sip of water. "I'd hate to make you do something you don't want to do," she says with a sly smile, before she takes another bite of her melon. "Any idea what you wanna see?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>12-03-2008, 17:24:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Giving her a sly little smile he says, "As long as it's not a total chick flick I'm not all that picky, though I could go for something with at least a few good explosions."<br><br>Moving over closer to her he reaches out and puts his hand on her shoulder, "You're not making me do anything I don't want, and there is another answer to the question of what I would like to see", he says as his fingers run gently over her shoulder, "I feel like I should be thanking you for last night, but that sounds so bad, for both of us."<br><br>His hand slips from her shoulder and he turns to look back out over the beach, "You should know that I want more now though, but I don't want to make you feel you have to."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>12-03-2008, 19:20:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leaning into his hand as he puts it on her shoulder, she smiles up at him. "A few explosions, hm?" Her tone is intimate, suggestive. "I think that might be possible..." She catches his hand as he starts to pull it away, brushing her lips against his fingertips. "There's a new spy-type flick out... it starts in about half an hour if you want to head to that one." Pointing to the paper, she indicates the movie she means.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>12-03-2008, 19:47:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He leans over and reads the paper, his arms wrap over her shoulders and cross over her collar bones, just above her breasts. "Explosions are cool", he says, then bends and kisses her neck, "some better then others of course", he smiles.<br><br>Standing back up, letting his hands slip and run over the top curve of her breasts he says, "half an hour we better get going or well miss the opening."&nbsp; He looks over her shoulder and down her swim suit top, then grins, "You may want to put on something a little warmer."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>12-03-2008, 21:35:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What're you trying to say?" She grins at him as she gets up and grabs a zippie sweatshirt, pulling it on over her bathing suit. Pausing by the kitchen table to pick up her keys, she grins at him. "Ready?"<br><br>She's the picture of her normal self as they arrive at the theatre, getting tickets and pausing at the concession stand, grabbing a water and a box of gummi bears. Mmmm, gummi bears. Going with him to find a seat, though, she sidles a bit further back than she usually prefers, angling him toward the very back of the darkened auditorium.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>12-03-2008, 22:36:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ready", he says and heads out with her, locking the door behind them, a quick glance at her ass as she heads out ahead of him.<br><br>She gets the tickets and he buys the food, grabbing a water and a box of rasinettes for himself.&nbsp; He follows her lead to the back part of the theater, it not being very crowded as most people are on the beach at this hour.<br><br>moving to the center of the row he sits next to her, his hand going into hers as she sits next to him, turning to give her a quick kiss on the cheek before looking at the screen at the previews, commenting on each with either a, have to see, on cable or, not ever, depending on his thoughts of the show.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>13-03-2008, 08:15:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She listens to him commenting on the previews almost absently. He always does it, and she only sometimes agrees with him. Their taste in movies runs ... similar but not quite the same. As the movie starts, she sips her water, considering. The movie itself is only mldly interesting, but a few minutes into it, she flicks her flip-flop off her foot and runs her toe along his ankle, under the cuff of his pants.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>13-03-2008, 16:23:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As expected the movie had little plot and lots of explosions and of course the requiered amount of barely dressed, overly endowed women running and bouncing away from the action.<br><br>When he felt her foot playing across he ankle he moved his arm up and around her shoulders, pulling her in a little closer to him, turning to give her a soft kiss and noticing for the first time how good she smelled.<br><br>His fingers caresss her shoulder gently the soft fabric of her shirt shifting beneath thier movements as he idly considers if the movie may have been a bad idea, considering the recently discovered, much more interesting entertainment that she had offered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>13-03-2008, 23:07:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leaning her head on his shoulder, Marisa smiles at him, her toes brushing a little higher on his leg. She leans back in her seat after a moment and takes his arm from her shoulder, bringing his hand to her lips. Slowly, at places where the action gets more intense, she nips and nibbles at the ends of his fingers, teasing her tongue across them, looking utterly innocent if he glances her way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>14-03-2008, 16:03:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tony turns a little in his seat so he can reach her a little easier and moves his hand to the zipper of her sweatshirt and begins to pull it down a little.<br><br>His keeps his head on hers as his hand slips into the shirt and he begins to move his fingers over the soft skin of her breasts, teasing her as well by not moving his fingers beneath the top of her bikini.<br><br>Smiling he whispers, "Just how daring are you planing on being sis?&nbsp; Or are we going to tease each other to madness for the next hour and a half?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>16-03-2008, 13:44:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had expected ... blushing. Maybe stammering. Possibly being pushed away.<br><br>She did not expect retaliation. <br><br>So instead it's her that blushes and leans over to brush her lips against his ear lightly and slowly as she whispers back, "How daring are you up for, Tony?" She goes back to nibbling his fingertips again, tracing her tonue over his skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>17-03-2008, 17:50:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling he watches her her mouth moving on his fingers and the thoughs of what that felt like elsewhere the night before causes him to harden.<br><br>Looking at her eyes in the dark theater he says, "I told you last night sis, I am trying to go with you on this, as to daring", he shrugs and looks briefly at the movie again before he answers, "I guess the worst they could do is toss us out, and except that she has nice tits, I don't think I would be missing much."<br><br>He smiles and moves his hand slowly into the zipper of her sweatshirt and teases the tops of her breasts, "Then again your's are damn nice too."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>19-03-2008, 19:55:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nipping the end of one finger, she leans into his hand, glancing around the theater for a second, then grinning at him. "Yeah... guess you did..." Her grin widens as she traces a hand down his chest, her fingertips bumping along the slight ridges of his abdomen through his shirt. "So we'll just have to see..." She traces her fingers a bit lower, brushing the waist of his pants, then reverses direction and slowly slides her hand back up toward his neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>20-03-2008, 16:10:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shifts back in his seat and grins, his hand slipping out of the sweat shirt and slipping&nbsp; down between her legs, stroking her inner thigh with his fingers.<br><br>Looking over at her he says, "Open up sis, I can do this for you a lot more hidden and a lot less messy then you can do it for me."&nbsp; His fingers slips further up the soft skin of her thighs, working along the fabric of her suit that cover her sex, barely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>21-03-2008, 09:08:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shivering, she presses into his hand. Glancing over at him, she grins and shakes her head. Checknig around them to see if anyone's paying attention, she eases from her seat to his lap, sliding her zipper down and whispering, "It's more interesting if you get some, too." She turns her head to give him a fierce kiss; the venue clearly adds something for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>24-03-2008, 16:24:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking her hand as she unzips his pants, he leads it in so she can rub and caress his cock for a minute.&nbsp; Returning her kiss he smiles as thier lips seperate and he asks, "So tell me how you anticipate working this one out, we can't get too carried away or we will be more of a show then the movie."<br><br>He works at keeping his hand at her pussy as she shifts, interested in just how she plans on working this out so he does not leave with a mess in and on his pants when they go to leave.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>25-03-2008, 07:13:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not if we're quiet..." She grins widely at him, her hand sliding up and down the sensitive flesh of his shaft. "Do you think you can handle that?" She arches into his hand harder, her hand still massaging his erection, while the move flickers behind them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>25-03-2008, 16:03:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The fingers he has against her sex wiggle a bit against her clit and he smiles at her, "I can handle that", he gives her a sly look as she reacts to his touch.<br><br>His free hand moves to her sweatshirt again and says, "I can be as quiet as you can."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>28-03-2008, 01:24:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good." She settles more into his lap and spreads her legs wider, whispering to him, "If you get me off right here, I'll blow you after... right here." She watches him, gauging his reaction. The thought of being right here in the theatre with the people around them, the possibility of getting caught, all of it makes her tingle. Hopefully it does the same for him.<br><br>While she waits for him to answer, she presses more against his fingers, enjoying the little wiggling motions against her clit. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>28-03-2008, 15:02:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling at her deal he bends forward and kisses her briefly, then moves his head past her lips to place his lips near her ear and he whispers, "Deal."<br><br>Settling back into the seat and shits his arms so they wrap around her waist, one hand moving low and moving the fabric that covers her sex to the side he moves his fingers along her slowly, teasing a little at first by running his fingers over the outer lips.<br><br>His other hand moves up under the sweatshirt and moves the fabric there as well so his fingers can move over her nipples, pinching and pulling as he had discovered the night before she enjoyed that.<br><br>After a minute or two passes and he is settles in with her where he wants her his fingers move deeper between her legs, at first stroking the silky flesh lightly and then starting to concentrate on getting her the orgasm she wants.<br><br>Two fingers move into her sex, slowly pumping in and out, pressing the heel of his hand agsinst her clit so it is rubbed by the rougn skin at the same speed.&nbsp; Placing his lips at the back of her ear again he whispers, "How's that sis? Relax back against me and enjoy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>30-03-2008, 05:11:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marisa grins into the kiss and spreads her legs to either side of his lap, shivering as his fingers tease her. She arches in his lap against his fingers, then stifles a small moan as his fingers move to her nipples. "Mmh." She makes the sound under her breath, trying not to be too loud.<br><br>Leaning her head back on his shoulder as his fingers glide into her, she nudges her hips up against his hand, grinding her clit into it, enjoying the shocks of pleasure that thrum through her. Keeping her lips closed tightly, she nuzzles her ear against his lips, nodding as he asks how he's doing. She doesn't say anything, keeping her mouth closed, her breathing ragged as she squirms in his lap.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>31-03-2008, 17:50:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands continue to work her soft body, one hand moving back and forth between her breasts, teasing and toying with her nipples, pulling and pinching as well caressing and rubbing.<br><br>The hand at her sex also continues to move speeding gradually as her body reacts, his fingers moving in and out of her as the heel of his hand rubs her clit.<br><br>Enjoying the way she is moving on his lap he kisses her lightly and whispers, "Are you really going to be able to be quiet sis, you feel like you are about to bust open."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>01-04-2008, 00:04:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grinning, she shakes her head. "Nope," she murmurs, teasingly, pressing against his hand. "Can try, though..." She grinds into his palm, sliding her hands underneath her and rubbing both hands against the front of his jeans, giving back a little of what he's giving her. She's soaking his fingers, now, wrapped up in what his hands are doing to her. <br><br>Arching, she swallows a gasp, teetering on the edge against his fingers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>01-04-2008, 00:16:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling her wetness and the movement of her against him he can tell she is close, though he does not know her reactions well enough to know how close. <br><br>To try to take her over the edge he starts to work a third finger into her, stretching her further and pressing in harder, wanting to give her what she wanted.<br><br>He moves his face close to her ear and says, "Come on sis, I want to feel it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>01-04-2008, 00:22:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Turning her head, toward him, she presses her lips hard against his, using him to help muffle the sound as an orgasm slices through her, her whole body tensing up against him. She shivers, panting, and nibbles his lip for a second, enjoying the waves of aftershocks.<br><br>True to her word, she slides his hand free of her pants, pausing to suck gently on one finger, watching his face as she does this. She turns, sliding off of his lap and down between his legs, reaching for his pants.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>01-04-2008, 00:32:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enjoying the kiss more then any before, it feeling that she is giving him so much more as he contnues to move his fingers in her, letting her ride the orgasm to its' fullest.<br><br>He watches as she moves his fingers from her sex and to her mouth, smiling as she licks one, moving his hand to his mouth to taste her as well as she moves to the floor in front of him.<br><br>Even before she works her way into his pants she would see the tenting that playing with her has caused, his shaft pressing hard at the fabric, ready for her mouth as she had promised.<br><br>Smiling down he bends forward and whispers to her, "You're pretty tasty sis."&nbsp; He then leans back in the chair and waits for her to keep her end of the deal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>01-04-2008, 02:47:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leaning in, she frees his cock from his pants, stroking it slowly with a finger. She grins up at him a second, then slides her lips around the head, licking it slowly, teasing a little, before she slides her lips further down the shaft. Paying no attention to the movie flickering behind her, she reaches a hand up to stroke the base, her mouth working, looking to pay back the orgasm he just gave her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>01-04-2008, 15:56:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slipping his hips forward in the seat he moves his hands to her head, running his fingers through her hair as she starts to move her lips over him.<br><br>So many things go through his head that both excite and concern him, the fact that they were in public, the fact that it was his sister between his legs, the fact that she did this so damn well. All of this adds up and causes each sensation she gives him to be amplified.<br><br>He quietly moans, so softly that she could barely hear it as her mouth and hands find his sensitive spots once again, his already hardened shaft expanding even more as his excitement grows quickly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>02-04-2008, 03:14:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Moving her lips up and down, then up again, she works at his erection as quietly as she can, shivering as his fingers run through her hair. She strokes his thighs for a moment, then goes back to using her hands on his shaft, tongue sliding up and over his flesh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>02-04-2008, 16:48:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The various reasons for his excitement added to her expert movements along his shaft move his toward his orgasm quickly and he whispers to her, "Almost there sis, almost there."<br><br>The warning for her is not of advance notice as her head bobs only a few more times before he releases into her mouth.&nbsp; His hands move as a reflex and he pushes her down on him and holds her for a second before he realizes what he was doing and he releases her head and whispers again, "Damn, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>06-04-2008, 22:52:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still sucking vigorously, she slides her mouth all the way down on him as he whispers his warning. She slides her hands up his hips and holds them as he releases into her mouth, tongue lapping up the milky fluid. She runs her lips along his shaft a few more times, then stifles a snicker as he starts to apologise. "S'okay, Tony." She kisses the tip of his cock, then pulls her mouth away, tucking it back into his shorts. "That was awesome." She grins at him and slides back into his lap, nuzzling his neck a second before she murmurs, "You want to finish your movie?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>07-04-2008, 17:30:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He had been watching her more then the movie, and as she moves back into his lap he smiles and answers, "What movie."&nbsp; His hand moves under her sweatshirt again and he toys with her nipples and, kissing her cheek he says, "What I would like to see is you and I in a nice private place, I have been thinking about an idea you had asked about last night and I think I have changed my mind."<br><br>He smiles and kisses her again, not telling her which idea, nor does he move his hand from beneath her shirt, his fingers graspping her nipple and flicking it a few times, watching her face in the flickering light of the theater.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 08:05:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Which one?" she whispers, arching into his fingers as he toys with a nipple. "You're not enjoying the movie anymore?" She grins as she teases him, leaning her head back and turning her head aside to brush her lips against his neck. It's slightly strange, treating her brother like she would a boyfriend, but nice, too. "I thought we could at least wait until the end..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 15:57:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles at pretends to look at the movie again and whispers, even as his hand toys with her breasts, "Maybe your right, no sense in missing a few more big boobed chicks with guns."<br><br>Glancing at her out of the corner of his eye he watches her reaction at his comment.&nbsp; "Nothing wrong with yours' sis, but I think those girls were breed to bounce like that."<br><br>He pulls her close and turns to give her a quick kiss then asks, "Any idea of what dad has planned for the day?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>10-04-2008, 07:31:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marisa snickers at his observation, leaning back into him and relaxing. She knows he's eager to move elsewhere, but she's in the mood to make him wait a bit. It makes things more interesting anyway.<br><br>"I really don't... I think he's supposed to be home, but in the office." She glances sidelong at him, a small grin on her face, but she doesn't say anything more, turning back to the screen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>10-04-2008, 16:13:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tonys' hand continues to move over her breasts under the sweatshirt through the rest of the movie.&nbsp; There is of course the last gun battle, several more shots of bouncing tits, and the text book ending of the hero saving the dark haired girl with less tits.<br><br>Looking up to Marisa he smiles and says, "I think we had the ending figured before the opening credits had rolled."&nbsp; He moves his hand off her now and get ready to leave as the credits roll, helping her off his lap then standing, his hand on her back as they leave the theater.<br><br>At the little jam up at the end of the row he puts his arms around her and pulls her back against him, moves his lips close to her ear and whispers, "Thanks sis."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>18-04-2008, 05:03:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marisa grins and leans back against him as she waits for the line in front of her to clear, enjoying the closeness. She pauses, then grins as she spots a friend of hers not far ahead of them in the line. Sliding her arm around his waist, she calls, "Paige!" She shuffles a little, waving as the girl turns around. "Hey!"<br><br>Paige grins and waves back, then waits for them at the exit to the theatre. "Hey, how'd you like it? Who's this?" <br><br>As she makes introductions, Marisa considers. Paige is a friend from school, and Marisa didn't know she lived around here. Hmm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>18-04-2008, 16:45:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Marisa waves at her friend, Tony moves his hands on her, shifting from caressing like a lover, to his hand around her waist more like a brother.<br><br>He smiles and says hello to Paige, giving her a slow once over and smiles in appreciation.&nbsp; He stands and listens as the girls talk, not paying too much attention to the talk, but more then paying attention to how pretty they both are, ever though the builds are quite different.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>21-04-2008, 23:51:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marisa wanders over out of the way of the emptying theatre with Paige. She looks a bit different from Marisa, with light brown hair and lighter skin. She sends a few glances over Marisa's shoulder at Tony, smiling at him, but doesn't really say anything past hello... <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>22-04-2008, 00:57:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tony stands a little distance off, watching the girls and enjoying the view of the two of them his thoughts at first thinking of interesting prospects but as they continue to talk and look back at he he starts feeling a little awkward and then a little nervous, wondering just what they have to talk about so long.<br><br>After a few more minutes of that he decides to move toward them and with a smile, "If you ladies are going to be catching up for awhile I suppose we could go grab a bite", he pauses for a moment before he adds, "unless you are talking girl talk and would rather I made my way home."<br><br>He looks at his sister, then her friend and again he finds his thoughts wandering as he considers all the dreams a guy has about having two women, thinking about what a vacation <strong>this</strong> would turn out to be if that were to be added to the list of firsts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>24-04-2008, 21:22:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marisa grins as Tony comes over, a little amused at his unease. She slides her arm around his shoulders and hugs him a little, though Paige speaks up before she can answer.<br><br>"Yeah, I'm kind of hungry. Why don't we go to Kasey's? We can walk over there. It's not far." Paige gives Tony a shy smile, then looks at Marisa.<br><br>Marisa shrugs. She'd been about to suggest that they head home, but food doesn't sound like a bad idea. Kasey's is a seafood restaurant that pretty much caters to the summertime tourist crowd but it won't be too busy this time of day. "Yeah, sounds all right." She looks at Tony.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>24-04-2008, 21:43:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a smile Tony agrees, "Sounds good to me, hell, if I show up there with two beautiful ladies when I go back to school the rest of the girls will be wondering what I got that they are missing."<br><br>He looks over at his sister and gives her a wink then moving between them puts an arm around each of their waists and starts to the door, "I'll even pay for this privilege", he says with a half joking voice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>24-04-2008, 21:50:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marisa raises both eyebrows, then grins, but doesn't say much. She saw the way Paige was looking at her brother, and a wave of protectiveness washes over her. Not jealousy, or posessiveness... at least, she doesn't think so. More like concern. <br><br>Paige leans into Tony as he puts his arm around her, grinning at him. "Hey, if you really mean that, I'm all for it." She grins up at Tony, tossing her brown hair over her shoulder. "Wouldn't want you to feel taken advantage of, though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>24-04-2008, 22:06:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking at Paige he gives her a smile, though his fingers that wrapped around Marisa's were the ones that moved and pulled her closer.<br><br>With an amused over dramatic thought process, his head leaned over and looking up at the sky he says, "Hmmm...Let's see, can we think of a guy that would <strong>not</strong> dream of being taken advantage of by you two?"<br><br>The double meaning of his words would certainly not be lost on Marisa, she had known him all his life and knew that he loved saying things that held more then one meaning.&nbsp; If Paige caught it or not he didn't know.<br><br>He escorts the to ladies down the street to Kasey's.&nbsp; Getting a table is not a problem and he smiles as they get put in one of the U shaped booths, he sitting at the back, letting the ladies have the exits.&nbsp; Besides, the view of the two of them was pretty good from there.<br><br>He looks over the menu and says, "Whatever you want ladies, though it'd be nice if&nbsp; you stayed away from the lobster dinner, I am not <strong>that</strong> rich."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>28-04-2008, 03:02:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marisa shrugs. "I'll help you out if it gets too bad." She grins at her brother, then jumps a little as the smiling waitress seems to appear from nowhere. "HiwelcometoKaseysdidyouwantsomedrinks?" <br><br>Paige coughs, then orders an iced tea, as does Marisa. Cold tea on the wamr day does sound good.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>28-04-2008, 16:37:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tony opts for water and continues to look back and forth between the ladies, his own little fantasies making his shift a little in the seat. <br><br>Under the table he slips his foot from his sandal, and smiles at over to run against the smooth calf of his sister, turning to look at her with a smile.<br><br>Attempting to get a conversation started he asks, "So were you two roommates or just friends at school?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>02-05-2008, 16:41:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just friends." Paige smiles at him, taking a long sip from her glass before pushing the drink aside. "We were in the same dorm for a while, before Marisa got a room change into one of the better buildings. Lucky her." Paige gives him a wink, then grins at Marisa.<br><br>Marisa sits back in the booth, relaxing as she looks the menu over, grinning back at Paige for s econd before looking back down at the menu. "Hey, it wasn't like that. I just couldn't study with Lila as my room-mate. Fricken party central is not where I want to live, for christ's sake."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>02-05-2008, 22:00:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tony grins and says, "Party Central sounds like it could be fun, if not real good for the GPA."&nbsp; Looking over at his sister he says, "I thought you were a party kind of girl", then with a smile and a wink he ads, "Guess you got some brains too."<br><br>The waitress appears with the drinks and asks for their orders, letting the ladies go first he opts for the larger fish and chips.&nbsp; After the waitress is out of earshot he gives a little laugh, "OK, I admit, it's not that healthy when it's all soaked in oil, but sometimes you have to go for flavor instead."
			</dd>
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