SIBLINGS ON SUMMERBREAK (closed for dannyboyuk and flurtayshus)

[Flurtayshus]

Quinn

Quinn kicked open the front door with one foot as she balanced two duffel bags on her shoulder and pulled a rolling suitcase behind her. It was the first day of her summer break from college and she couldn’t have been happier to be home.

“Anybody home?!” She called out to what seemed like an empty house.

Quinn hadn’t seen her parents’ cars in the driveway and although her brother’s car was parked on the street that didn’t mean he was home. The latest reports from her mom said that her younger brother was rarely at home these days. So when she didn’t hear an answer right away Quinn thought she was alone.

“Could I get some freakin’ help here!” She shouted and then dropped all her bags in the foyer. Screw it, she thought. I’ll just get it later.

It was then that she heard the hurried trample of feet upstairs headed toward the staircase. Her brother turned the corner at the top of the stairs, paused for just a moment and then whooped with joy.

Quinn laughed at this unusual display of affection for her. There were only a few years between her and Christopher but they hadn’t always been as close as they were now. It took her going away for her sophomore year and coming back at Christmas time for their relationship to take a turn for the better. In fact she wasn’t sure what had brought it on but Chris had definitely taken more of an interest in her and had allowed her into his life as well.

Chris bounded down the steps two at a time and ran into her arms for a bear hug. He’d grown since Christmas break and was now big enough that when they hugged he was able to pick her up off the ground and swing her around. Quinn giggled at his enthusiasm.

“Hey little man,” Quinn murmured as she kissed his forehead. “Did you miss me?”

“Hell yes.” Chris replied setting her back down.

Quinn ran her hands over his face and ruffled his hair. She then looked him over and here eyebrows shot up in surprise. He was casually clad in a t-shirt and jogging pants and a pair of socks. What surprised her was the obvious rise in the crotch of his pants.

“Were you, uh, ….asleep just now?”

Chris looked down to see what she was implying. He saw and felt simultaneously what she was getting at and blushed furiously. His hands flew immediately in front of him where they gingerly cupped the area from her sight.

Quinn’s hand came up and cupped his chin. “It’s okay kiddo. It’s natural. Mind helpin’ me with my bags?”

Chris nodded eagerly, grateful to have something to do to end the awkward moment. He picked up the two heaviest bags and left her with the lightest of the duffle bags. He followed his older sister obediently as she went to her old room. The sight of her nicely shaped ass clad in a tight pair of jeans made him smile.
It’s going to be a beautiful summer, Chris thought to himself. Just beautiful.

 

[DannyBoyUK]

The beautiful summer that Chris was envisaging was the result of a few discoveries he had made about his sister and his feelings for her since her last visit.

Aside from anything else - even before THE BIG DISCOVERY he had started realising what a delicious piece of stuff he happened to be related to. Over the years perhaps he had been taking it for granted, but a few weeks after he had waved goodbye to her at the train station, he had started thinking to himself that she was a doll.

He'd rubbed himself to sleep over thoughts of her dancing naked a few times. It made a change from "using" the Playboy women...

He was usually a month late with the issues of Playboy because he got them second hand from a college mate called Davey. Second hand occasionally meant slightly stained but that was a small blot on the landscape. Davey passed on the previous month's copy to Chris as soon as the latest one hit the news-stand - usually with a commendation or two about the contents.
April's commendation had been "this centrefold is the best for a long time"....

....and she was - "Quinn from New Orleans" - the venue of origin was a lie but the name was true - it was his own sister Quinn - and the reality of her nakedness was even better than the pictures he had created in his mind. At some point he would bring the subject up with her - if only to ask her how she felt about the thought of dozens - hundreds - maybe millions of men having jacked off over her nudity.

Maybe - and now he was into wishful thinking - she might have a few "out-takes" to show him.

An even greater outside possibity was that she might give him a private show.

He pinched himself and came back to reality and helped carry her cases upstairs.

 

[Flurtayshus]

Quinn

Quinn tossed her duffle on the queen sized bed she'd begged her parents for in her junior year of high school and told Chris to set the other bags next to the desk.

She turned toward the dresser and looked into the mirror above it. Seeing that her naturally curly hair was a little out of control, she grabbed the deep brown curls, gathered them into a twist and clipped them up on the back of her head.

"So kiddo, how's ol' Davey these days?" Quinn asked about Chris' best friend.

Chris laughed.

"What? Is he up to no good again?" Quinn inquired teasingly as she began to unpack.

Chris laughed again thinking she had no idea just how "no good" Davey had been. It still amazed him that Davey hadn't recognized Quinn spread out erotically over the pages of Playboy, "The College Edition" but he had and he'd kept that particular copy pristine. Well used, but pristine.

"Oh you know Davey. He's always..."

Chris was about to make some humorous remark when Quinn pulled her panties out of her suitcase and sat them on the bed along with her bras and nighties.

His mouth fell open and there was a tightening in his groin.

"He's always what?" Quinn asked as the silence went on.

Oddly, Chris' voice broke when he tried to speak again. To cover it up he tried to change the subject. "So did mom and dad catch you before you left school?"

"Catch me for what?"

"To tell you that they would be gone this weekend and that you were in charge of the house until they got back."

"Well no. I didn't know that." She slid her lingerie in a drawer and finished unpacking the rest of her clothes. "Well. I guess that leaves me and you. Got any plans?"

"No." Chris said adjusting his pants.

"Well you wanna hang out? Spend some 'quality time' together??"

 

[DannyBoyUK]

"Depends how quality you mean, sis" he laughed back at her "There's quality , pure quality - and total and utter heavenly quality - I thought they taught you to be precise with words on that college course of yours!"

Still, he had a fairly good idea of why it might be that Quinn was neglecting the academic side of things. If what she said in her PLAYBOY profile was correct - she had been putting it about with a load of the guys on campus - the lucky sods! Chris was consoled by the fact that her magazine blurb had said "I don't go for the hunky athletic types" - being a bit of a wimp, it made him hope that his chances might be good, given the correct circumstances.

Looking her up and down, he felt privileged to now know what lay beneath her clothes. There had been a couple of surprises when he had seen her full spread. Somehow he had imagined his sister would be shaven between her legs but was happy to now know that there was quite a full forest down there - certainly enough to cover her sex-lips.... oh! for the chance to get a look at those, he thought.

The two days or so that they had together - alone - were going to be his best chance during her stay and he reckoned he needed to up the pace quite soon.

"How have you been getting on then, Quinn? Money? Boyfriends? Erm anything else you wanna chat about?"

 

[Flurtayshus]

Quinn

“How’ve I been getting it on, you ask? Perfectly fabulous.”
Quinn pulled some hangers out of her closet and began hanging clothes. “Money is fine. I’ve managed to save up quite a bit of money doing some odd jobs. And as for boyfriends, there are none. Guess the boys just don’t like me.”

Quinn looked at her younger brother and wondered why he was asking all these questions. Putting the last of the clothes away she turned to him and gave him a quizzical look. “Is there something on your mind Chris? Something you need to talk about? Maybe you’ve got a girlfriend?”

“Oh no no no no.” Chris shook his head in the negative and blushed. “I don’t have any girlfriends. They don’t seem to like me.”

“Quite the pair we make, eh?” She smiled ruffling his hair again as she walked passed. “Both of us good looking and neither of us paired up. It’s a damn shame.”

Chris’s arm shot out in front of her stopping her in her tracks. His hand wrapped around her hip and seemed to freeze in position. Quinn looked down at her brother and saw a look cross his face.

For a fleeting moment it seemed as if he wasn’t quite sure why his arm had come out to hold her in place.

“Chris?”

“I, um…I just…” Chris seemed to be working to come up with a valid explanation. “I just missed you is all.”

“Awwwww.” Quinn moaned sentimentally at that and leaned down to hug her brother.

Chris wrapped his arms around her waist and she felt his hand slide up just a bit below the hem of her shirt. The pleasure she felt from the warmth of his hand against the bare skin of her back, stunned her.

Quinn stood up abruptly and backed away to let the little shocks that had begun slicing through her body to calm down. “What do you say we get a bite to eat and then take a swim?

 

[DannyBoyUK]

Eating and swimming both seemed excellent ideas to Chris - but so also did the thought of how the two of them could work up an appetite and a sweat at the same time. He knew he was probably a pervert to be thinking this way about his older sister but he had resolved that wuould not stop him trying to make some of his dreams come true.

Her PLAYBOY appearance was the only lever he could think of which might coax or force Quinn into letting him have a play with her body. A secret for a secret.... Part of him wanted to maintain the pretence that he knew nothing about her brazen nudity in the college edition, he didn't entirely like the thought of blackmailing the sibling who had always been so good and caring towards him...

But if she wanted to prove herself to be the perfect older sister, then she also owed it to him to not keep her sexiness just for the fellas she fancied on campus and to give him a chance to learn the ropes in the most adorable playground he had ever seen.

He took a deep breath and decided to give the game away...

"Sounds good - you gonna cook up an authentic New Orleans meal for me, sis?"

 

[Flurtayshus]

Quinn

“New Orleans meal?” Quinn was surprised. Chris had never seemed to like to try new things; especially not spicy food but then the specific phrasing of the words stopped her cold.

The frown that had momentarily creased her forehead dropped away into a blank mask. She turned to him her face the very picture of intensity, her jaw clenching and unclenching.

“What are you talking about?” Her voice was flat and devoid of emotion.

Chris stammered uncertain now because of her extreme reaction. “I…well that’s what you said you liked, an authentic New Orleans meal.”

Quinn closed her eyes and took several deep breaths trying to figure out what to say or do next. Chris solved that for her.

“Why did you take the pictures if you didn’t want anyone to see them?”

“I certainly wasn’t expecting my little brother to see them!” She snapped. “God Chris. How long have you known?”

“Since Christmas.” He replied quietly.

“Who else knows?” She demanded to know as she blew passed him headed back down the hall.

She heard Chris shout when he realized that she was headed toward his room. She threw open his door and went straight for the nightstand drawer. Yanking it open she rifled through the items and slammed it shut when she didn’t find what she was looking for. Next was the bed. She lifted the mattress and there with three other editions, was her College Playboy Cover.

“Hey! That’s not fair. Put it back!” Chris lunged at her attempting to snatch the magazine away from her.

Quinn held it out of his reach with one hand and used the other to keep him an arm’s length away. “It’s not right Christopher. You shouldn’t have this. I don’t care about the others but you shouldn’t have this one.”

“It’s my favorite! Give it back to me!” Chris was frantic. He had made a terrible mistake. He shouldn’t have told her about it this way. This had only pissed her off and panicked her.

Quinn shoved her way passed him and back out into the hall. She threw open her bedroom door mumbling the whole way. “I knew this would come back to haunt me. God! Such a stupid damn thing to do, I need to take my ass right back to school. I shouldn’t have come home this summer.”

She slid open her closet and pulled out the duffle bag she’d only placed there moments before. She tossed the magazine in there and then went to a drawer and began reloading the items she’d just unpacked.

“No!” Chris stood frozen in her doorway and when she looked in his direction she could see in his face that he was terrified. She thought she knew what of.

“Chris. Don’t worry. I won’t tell, okay.” Quinn tossed the bag on the bed and was about to pull her other suitcase from beneath the bed when his next words filtered in.

Quietly, so quietly she almost hadn’t heard him, he’d said. “I will.”
It was her turn to freeze. “You will what?”

She looked up into his boyish face, with his sandy blonde hair falling down gently into his face and his big brown eyes and repeated her question. “You will what?”

“If you leave. I’ll tell.” His voice shook but the determination and resolve in his eyes made it clear he wasn’t kidding.

 

[DannyBoyUK]

"If you leave, I'll tell" he repeated firmly "On the other hand if you stay then I won't."

For a fraction of a second, Quinn thought that sounded so simple. And then the concerns started flooding through her mind. What sort of price was she going to have to pay? And price-wise did he realise that her modelling fee had not been in the same league as the professional posers? Did he realise that she didn't know any of the other women in the magazine and wouldn't be able to fix him up with a meeting? It was that which she assumed he was after - that cute cookie Carla from Connecticut was the same sort of blonde-bobbed babe that Chris always fancied!

"Look, bro -" she stammered "It was just one lengthy photo-session that's all - not the start of a new career." - then with a chuckle "I bet you liked that Carla though eh? And did Debbie get those teenage hormones raging huh?"

Chris shut the door so that they were enclosed together in her room.

"Yeah sis - they were both nice - but they were only the bronze and silver medal winners as far as I am concerned !!"

"Oh I bet I didn't make it out of the starting block, you sod" shot back Quinn , trying keenly to keep the humourous note going.

"What makes you say that?" asked Chris "What makes you think your kid brother didn't rate your pussy and tits with a perfect ten."

He'd never spoken to her that way before. Quinn was startled, even more so when he realised he was talking at her chest, not her face.

 

[Flurtayshus]

quinn

At the word pussy, Quinn felt a definite pulse between her legs but knew immediately that it was wrong. Was he serious? He couldn’t be. He was just a horny kid who was in obvious need of an outlet. That was it, she thought. Surely she could find him an outlet. Anything to get his focus off of her. Then she remembered Alexandra.

Alexandra had posed with her in a “Best Friends” Edition of Playboy and even though Chris didn’t know it she’d seen how he fancied her the last time Quinn had brought her along on holiday. Every time they’d all gotten in the hot tub together Chris would always be the last one to get out. Quinn had always secretly thought it was because he’d given himself a hard on fantasizing about all the eye candy in the hot tub with him. Especially Alexandra.

“Alright. I can see where you are coming from. You’ve got a little bit of a crush and that’s okay. But you k now that can’t happen. We’re related Chris and that’s wrong. But I do know of someone who fancies you a bit. And it’s someone you already know.”

“Who?” Chris asked momentarily distracted from his train of thought.

“Alexandra.” Quinn explained. “She thought you were quite the cutie last holiday. I’m certain I could hook you two up. You could have a real live centerfold.”

There Quinn thought. That was the perfect selling point. Surely he’d go for it.

“I could have a real live center fold right here.” Chris advanced on her slowly but with definite purpose.

Quinn backed up until she bumped into the door and felt the panic suddenly well up in her throat. Her little brother was serious and although she could’ve easily taken him back in the day, these days he’d physically grown to a height and body weight that would make it hard to protect herself from him if he should try anything.

“Chris, wait!” Her voice shaking from fear or excitement she wasn’t sure. “What are you doing?”

Chris pressed his body near to hers. Now he was only inches away. His eyes watched her lips intently as if he wanted to devour her. “I think that’s fairly obvious Quinn.

In her peripheral vision Quinn saw something jump and as she looked down she realized that her brother’s cock had come to life there in his jeans. It moved again before her very eyes and her eyes flew back up to his. In them there was a mischievous smile.

Quinn turned to the door and attempted to get out when she felt her panties dampening at the thought of his cock hardening.

Suddenly she was slammed face first into the back of the door. She found herself pinned between the hard wood and her brother’s surprisingly lean wiry body. His hands come up on either side of her head and rested against the door.

Quinn gasped as she felt the full length of his hardness press into the plumpness of her bottom. Without touching her in any other way for a few moments he just ground his hips into her.

Quinn opened her mouth to scream but was surprised when a low moan escaped her. Jesus God what was he doing? What was she doing for that matter?

Quinn felt the heat of his mouth as it found the nape of her neck and began kissing there in earnest. She was paralyzed but was unclear as to what emotion held her captive.

She was lost in all the emotions washing over her when she felt his hand slide underneath her skirt, firmly between her legs. His fingers fumbled with the crotch of her panties until he got them pushed to one side and then he pushed a penetrating finger inside her wet pussy.

Jerked swiftly to the present Quinn yelped. “Oh god wait. Wait. Be gentle. I’m a virgin!!”