As he drove, Chris Wilson tried working out which felt worse: missing Valentine's Day because Mom was getting remarried or spending the days leading up to Valentine's Day with his sister. After last night, being cooped up in a car with his sister was the worst part.

"Whoever invented these roads should be ass raped by a team of road workers," Ashley Wilson said, staring at the long line of empty asphalt in front of them. Turning to her brother she patted him on the knee. "Oh crap, that didn't turn you on, did it?"

Chris rolled his eyes. The only time Ashley's taunting stopped was when she was sleeping. "We'll be lucky to make Albuquerque tonight," he complained, glancing at the dashboard clock. A jack-knifed semi had added hours to a drive already behind schedule. 

Former high school track stars, Ashley was first to accept the Californian scholarship. When Chris graduated, Ashley was horrified when the same school made him the best offer, too. In track, he was faster and higher ranked; in life, he was still chasing his big sister. 

Driving between California and Florida was brutal any time of year and either direction. For winter break, they flew home. But for their mom's Valentine's day wedding, they shared the drive in Ashley's car. Their travel plan had them spending their first night in Albuquerque, their second in Shreveport, Louisiana, in hotel rooms pre-paid by their mother and soon-to-be stepdad. But Ashley had turned twenty-one and insisted they leave a day early for a night in Vegas. Chris agreed under one condition: he would get to drive all the way home. No way did he want to ride. 

Ashley bought their room in Vegas, a crappy motel near the downtown strip. Too young to drink or gamble, Chris went back to the room. Bored, he found porn on the TV, a bottle of lotion on the vanity, and did his best to become un-bored. Lost in fantasy, he never heard the whisper of the keycard sliding into the lock or the snicker-click of the door opening. Naked, both hands covered in lotion, he froze when he saw his sister standing in the doorway. Her grin turned into laughter as he darted into the bathroom, embarrassed and ashamed.

"I wonder what kind of gay community Albuquerque has?" Ashley mused aloud, back to taunting Chris.

"I'm not gay," Chris said, repeating his denial.

"I'm pretty sure jerking off to gay porn makes you gay," Ashley corrected.

"Tell that to Jessica Riley, Marie Frith, or Kayla Johnson," Chris said, listing off girls back home she knew and ones he had slept with. 

"You're right. Someone probably should tell them you're gay."

"Dammit," he said, wondering why he even tried. Only Ashley could press his buttons this well and she had been doing it his entire life. After hours of her teasing, he tried a different route. "I'm not gay; just curious. Is that better?"

"Better." Ashley looked pleased with her victory. Several miles passed in silence before she asked, "Curious about what?" 

"I am not having this conversation with my sister!"

"Aw, come on, Chris. It's just a question," she said, her voice softer and her victorious smirk gone. "Lots of people go both ways. Does that help?"

"I like pussy," he insisted, but the words felt like a lie. He knew how often he looked at other guys and gay porn, wondering what it might be like.

"Did you finish? You know, last night, did you get off?"

"Shut up." Instead of finishing, he took a shower, refusing to coming out of the bathroom until she had left the room.

"I'm just saying, you looked really close."

"Shut up."

"It looked good, too. You're hung, bro."

Chris gave his sister a long stare. "I cannot believe you just said that."

"I'm just saying, I can't wait for a repeat performance." 

"How is that going to happen?" he asked, wondering how stupid she thought he was to get caught two nights in a row.

Smiling happily, Ashley said, "Oh, you'll do it." Then her smile fell away as she added, "Or I out you to everyone we know." They grew up in a small town in rural north Florida. A rumor like that would spread quickly whether it was true or not.

"You're a bitch," he said, knowing she wasn't bluffing. Ashley never bluffed.

The Albuquerque hotel paid for by their mom was much nicer. Using her Vegas winnings, Ashley treated her brother to dinner at the hotel's restaurant. When she ordered apple martini's for both of them, the waiter asked to see IDs. Two years younger than her, Chris couldn't show his, but Ashley bluffed the waiter into believing they were twins. They shared the same blue eyes, blonde hair, narrow nose, and the thin, slightly wispy build of track stars. Chris was an inch taller, but most missed it. Believing Ashley's fiction, he served both of them.

Walking back to the room, Chris wondered why Ashley didn't look as drunk as he felt before remembering the times she had poured half of her drink into his glass. Even her last drink, she had pushed across the table to him. "Finish this for me, okay?" Back in the room, they took turns using the bathroom. Ashley, of course, went first. When Chris finished, he found his sister sitting on the edge of her bed, staring at the TV. She had bought porn from the movie box on top of the TV. "Mm, he's got a nice one, doesn't he?" she asked as a brunette with big, fake tits knelt in front of a well hung man.

"What are you doing?" Chris asked, uncomfortable. 

Ashley smiled. Chris knew that smile; it was her "Santa Claus isn't real" smile. Her "Best you can't jump your bike over that ditch" smile. Her "Dare you to shoplift this DVD" grin. The smile that ended with him in tears from a harsh truth, a broken arm, or being caught by store security. Nothing good ever came from that smile. "Trust me," she said. "You're going to like this movie." 

When the camera pulled back, Chris saw why. The cute brunette with fake tits wasn't a chick after all. A longer shot showed the brunette with a hard-on as big as the one he-she sucked. Chris fought against his cock reacting to the unexpected thrill. He knew the man on his knees was a transsexual, but in his mind, it didn't matter. In his mind, it was a dude in drag, sucking another dude. He fought the need to adjust himself. 

"Is that what Chrissie wants to do?" Ashley teased, calling him by a name she knew he hated. "Does Chrissie want to suck cock like that?"

"You're a bitch."

"No, you're my bitch," Ashley laughed, tossing him the bottle of hotel hand lotion she had removed from the bathroom. "And if you don't want me to tell everyone how much of a bitch you are, you'll give me a show."

"What's wrong with you, Ash? I'm your brother."

"I know, that's what makes it hotter," she said, followed by something she seldom did around him. She giggled. "Besides, I've already seen it. Just do it, Chrissie. You know you want to." While using the bathroom, Ashley had changed for bed. Wearing a cropped top t-shirt, no bra, and boy short panties, Chris could see her nipples poking through the tight fabric of her top. In nothing more than his boxers and a t-shirt, Chris crossed his legs, hiding the tent inside his boxers. Ashley slipped a hand beneath her cropped top t-shirt. "You show me and I'll show you," she promised.

Not trusting his voice, Chris shook his head. He tried to find someplace to look. It was wrong to look at his sister while he had a hard-on. But looking at the TV didn't help, either. 

"Just do it," Ashley whispered. "Pretend I'm not here. Pretend it's like last night, only this time you don't have to stop." Her words were seductive. "Come on, Chris. Do it or I'll tell. You know I will. I'll tell everyone. Is that what you want?"

"No," he croaked, feeling his willpower fading.

"Then do it. Uncross your legs so I can see how hard you are," she said. That much, he could do. He put both feet the floor, letting her see the way his hard cock tented the front of his boxers. Trying to keep his eyes on the TV, he felt his hard cock throbbing. Glancing down, he saw the way his boxers pulsed hiding nothing. He felt his head swim. Was it from the apple martinis? "Now take off your t-shirt and I'll take off mine."

Chris saw nothing to lose from the suggestion. Taking off their shirts would expose more of her than him. He pulled off his t-shirt, grinning at her. She wasn't going to do it, no way. 

"They're just tits," she said, pulling off her t-shirt. 

"Damn Ash," he said, staring at his sister's chest. Her tits were small, but she had long, oversized nipples. 

"Yeah, I don't have much tit, but I got great nipples, don't I?" she said, arching her back and showing them off. "Wanna touch? They're hard as hell." Chris did, but he shook his head. This was already too much, wasn't it? " Let me see how hard you are," Ashley said, her eyes on the throbbing lump inside his boxers.

Chris stared at his sister's tits, glanced at the hot she-male on the TV, and realized he was too excited to care anymore. Ashley always got her way, why fight it? He pulled off his boxer shorts and leaned back on the bed so she could see it straining and throbbing. He couldn't remember feeling harder than he did at that moment. Still feeling last night's need, his cock felt ready to burst. 

Ashley made him sit on the side of the bed so she could see him better. Telling him to lean back again, he held himself up on his arms, watching as she pulled off her boy shorts without being told it was her turn to strip. He stared at her shaved pussy. "Does that look good to you?" she asked, slipping a finger inside the slit of her pussy. He nodded, again unable to speak. "Can you see how wet I am?" When she pulled out her finger, he saw it glistening. "I've been like this all day."

"Why?" he asked, his voice weak.

"Thinking about you, about what I saw last night," she said, rubbing her pussy and staring at his hard cock. "I know, it's wrong, but that's what makes me so wet, bro. Tell me I'm pretty. Tell me you like how my pussy looks."

Chris swallowed hard. "I do."

"I want to see you jerk-off. Like last night, with the lotion, okay?"

Chris's head spun with lust. He felt the thrill of the moment. This was wrong, every bit of it, but his cock didn't care. His cock throbbed and begged for attention. He squirted a long line of up and down the length of his hard cock and started stroking himself. He couldn't keep his eyes off his sister, from her long, hard nipples down to the second finger she added to her pussy. He could smell her and it teased him. "I'm really hard," he told her, meaning he was really close.

"You should shave your balls," she said, leaning forward. She slipped from the bed, kneeling on the floor.

"Wha-what are you doing?"

"I just want to see better," she said. Later, Chris realized he should have recognized that smile before she did much more than just look. Picking up the bottle of lotion, she squirted a puddle in her palm and grabbed his balls. 

"Whoa!" he said, jerking away, but never leaving her reach.

"What?" she asked, still rubbing his balls. "I'm just trying to help."

"You can't do that," he said, trying to push away her hand, but it was a half hearted gesture.

"Do you really want me to stop?" she asked, sliding her hand from his balls to his shaft. Chris's willpower was gone. "Oh fuck, you are hard, aren't you?" She ran her hand up and down his shaft. "Come for me, Chris. Come on your sister's titties, please?" 

"Stop it," he begged, but it was too late. Her hand felt too good. His need was too great. Beneath his sister's caress, he came. Ashley pointed his cock at her chest, making him spray her tits. Chris came with a nineteen year old's pent-up need. He watched splash after splash of his creamy semen pasted his sister's chest.

Standing, Ashley grabbed a handful of his long hair, pressing her tits against his face. "Now lick me clean," she demanded. Startled, horrified, but turned-on by the heat of the moment, Chris lapping at her cum-coated chest. He felt her long, hard nipples raking against his tongue. He saw her hand between her legs and furiously rubbing fingers. He heard the smacking noise from rubbing herself so fast and hard. Licking his cum from her chest and sucking on her long, stiff nipples, he felt his sister shudder as she came. 

Panting as if they both finished a race, brother and sister, stared at each other. Ashley flopped down on the bed next to him, her hand making its way back to his prick. She stroked him, smiling. "First time you tasted cum?"

"Like that, yeah," he admitted, not bothering to explain how he sometimes licked his palm clean after jerking off.

"You missed a spot," she said, leaning closer. She licked his cheek. When he turned his head, their lips met and their lips met in a brief kiss. "Let me shave you," she said, tugging on a tangled tuft of his pubic hair. "It's really sexy. Chicks dig it."

"This is wrong, Ash."

"I know, that's what makes it so hot," she said, getting up from the floor. A few moments later, she was back with a razor, shaving cream, a towel, and the ice bucket full of hot water. "Lay on the bed," she told him, laying the towel in the middle of it. 

Laying in the middle of the hotel bed their mother had bought for them, Chris's sister crawled between his legs. Chris knew this was wrong. They shouldn't be naked together, but as her hands began smearing shaving cream around his cock and over his balls, he felt himself grow hard again. 

Chris kept his pubic hair trimmed short, making it easy for Ashley to rake the razor through what remained. To his surprise, she shaved all of his pubic hair, from below his flat stomach on down. She talked to him as she worked, revealing a side of herself Chris had never seen in his sister. She was playful, teasing, and sexy. "So what's it like for you to see all those cocks in the showers after a meet?" Ever get hard?" He said he didn't, but she kept playing. "But sometimes you want to, don't you?" Without a reason to hide his secrets, he admitted he did. "What are they going to think when they see you shaved like this?" He said he didn't know, but when his cock throbbed, she couldn't miss it. "Mm," she purred, stroking his hard on.

Chris couldn't deny the evidence in her hand. After years of a rocky, competitive relationship, it felt strange to trust his sister with a razor on his private parts. It felt wrong to be naked with her. It felt wrong for her to touch him. But it felt good to be touched and better to feel a connection to his sister.

"Turn over," she told him. "Up on all fours." He moved doggie style in front of her. "Spread your ass cheeks. If you're going to be my bitch, you're not going to do it with a hairy ass." He felt her fingers spreading more shaving cream between his butt cheeks. Pressing his chest on the bed, he pulled his cheeks apart. With the same care she used on his cock and balls, Ashley raked the razor against his puckered opening a couple of times. A moment later, her finger was back, caressing his butthole, feeling how smooth she had made it. "Do you like this?" she asked and then pushed a finger inside his ass.

Chris's body betrayed him again. Moaning, he rocked backwards against the intrusion. Until that moment, his ass had remained a virgin for everyone except himself. He had played with his ass plenty of times. He had two fingers up his ass last night when she caught him. Had she noticed or was she guessing? Did it matter?

"You are a little bitch, aren't you?" she giggled. She added a second finger and then a third. "Wow, you really want to be someone's butt bitch, don't you?" She fingered his ass a few more times. "Okay, go rinse off in the shower and no jerking off, you hear me?"

"Yes ma'am," he said, wondering if the grin on his face looked as goofy as it felt. He wasn't used to being happy in front of his sister any more than he was used to being naked and hard in front of her. After rinsing off in the shower, he left the towel in the bathroom, staying naked and hard.

"Come closer, I want to feel how good I did," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed. She ran her hands across his freshly bared flesh, tickling his shaved balls with her fingernails. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

He nodded, another moan escaping his lips as he slipped back to the same ragged edge he had felt before. He was hard, in need, and felt weak in his knees. If she kept rubbing him like that, he couldn't be responsible for what happened. 

"Makes this feel even better," Ashley said, leaning forward and pressing her tongue against his shaved balls. 

Chris groaned, unwilling to believe what was happening. "Ashley, don't," he finally managed. "It's wrong."

"Fuck being right," she said before sucking the head of his cock between her lips. Chris's need was too strong to refuse. Standing in panic, he felt his cock throbbing as she worked her warm, wet mouth along his shaft. Her tongue danced along his shaft. She grabbed at his shaved balls, giving him another unique sensation. Resisting wasn't possible and she didn't stop until Chris came inside her mouth. She swallowed every bit of it before laying back on the bed. "Now eat me," she moaned. Chris wasn't sure how he looked at her, but it prompted her to snap, "Just do it, you pussy."

Sounding as she usually did when she was bossing him around startled Chris into action. He dropped to his knees, leaned his chest over the bed, and planted his mouth, lips, and tongue against his sister's waiting pussy. She was wet and tasted delicious. Eating pussy was something he enjoyed doing and knew what to do. 

After she came, she pushed him away. "You did good, bro," she said, heading to the bathroom. He heard the shower start and fall asleep on top of the covers.

Morning occurred slowly to Chris. Bits and pieces of his last two nights occurred to his sleep addled brain before he felt himself dozing off again to drift between dreams and consciousness. He saw himself naked; jerking off in front of a hotel TV. He saw his naked sister standing behind him, then in front of him, and finally kneeling in front of him. He was hard in his dream and as a moment of consciousness returned to him, he knew he was hard outside of his dream, too. In his dream, he felt his sister's hands on his naked body, he felt her caressing his excited prick and saw her mouth open to him. Outside his dream, he felt the side of her warm, naked body against his. Reaching out, his fingers found her bare chest and hard nipples as he felt her hand massaging his hard cock.

"Morning faggot," she said, with the simple harshness of a sibling rival. Her words jarred him awake as the memory of everything they did wrong last night crashed down around him. 

"Bitch," he told her, pinching her hard nipple hard.

"Careful," she cautioned, her hand sliding to his shaved balls. "I like it rough, but not too rough." Relaxing his hold on her nipple, Chris waited for her to make the next move. Not only was she holding his balls, but she held all the cards, too. After another squeeze, her hand moved back to his hard cock. "Are you excited or do you need to pee?"

"Too excited to pee," he admitted.

"Good," she said, executing a scissor kick with her legs and straddling him. "There's something we didn't do last night." With her hands on his chest, she held him down while positioning her pussy on top of his prick. Before Chris could stop her, he felt her pussy sliding down and around his cock. 

"Ashley, please," he whimpered, unable to resist.

"Fuck you," she said, rising and falling on his cock. "If you don't want this, why are you hard?"

"I can't control that," he said, staring up at her. Seeing his naked sister riding on top of him felt so strange. He stared at her bare breasts and hard nipples.