Note: This takes place immediately after the previous story (The Start of a Beautiful Friendship), and does not contain much exposition. You really should read the previous story, because it is pretty well written, and a good story. But for those of you who are too lazy, the condensed classics version is that 16yo Anna, seeing the bulge in her 19yo brother Joe’s boxers, is overcome with curiosity. One thing leads to another, and they end up having sex, and both loving it. I feel dirty taking a good story and butchering it down to this bite-sized little cliche that sounds like every other crap story out there, so please go and read the first part before you continue from here.

We lay together for nearly ten minutes. Both of us were naked, and I could feel the smooth curves of her body against mine. I was on my back on her bed, and she was resting on top of me, her face nuzzled into my chest. My arms were wrapped around her, and when I occasionally caressed her hair and neck she would purr softly, like a sleepy cat. My mind was running in circles at a thousand miles an hour; I had finally gotten what I’d wanted for so long. Was it as good as I’d hoped? Better. But could it continue? For how long? Would Anna eventually decide to change her mind? Would I get in trouble? I had broken the law, in several ways. What was going to happen next? But as my mind ran round and round, my body, my soul, and my emotions were completely content.

The silence was interrupted by Anna’s soft giggle. I looked at her. "What is it?" She lifted her head off of my chest and looked at me.

"We’re all sweaty and gross, aren’t we?" she said, giggling again. I looked us over. It was true, we were very sweaty. Though I couldn’t see it from my vantage point, I’m sure we were covered with a different sort of wetness lower down.

"I don’t know," I replied. "It’s all a matter of how you look at it. I think you’re all sweaty and beautiful... and yeah, maybe a little gross. Nothing that a shower couldn’t fix." She sniffed at the air.

"I think maybe you need one too," she said, grinning.

"No kidding." I was finally realizing how sweaty we had gotten. We would probably have to wash the sheets too. But definitely a shower, for starters. "Who goes first?"

She looked at me quizzically, with a lascivious twinkle in her eye. "You’re coming in with me, silly." She kissed the tip of my nose and got up off of the bed. I moved to a sitting position and watched her naked form walking across the room. She was truly gorgeous, and looked very satisfied; she had the classic "just been fucked" look. Her hair was tousled into disarray, but it still looked cute as hell. She arched her back out, stretching.

"I guess it’s true, sex is good exercise," she said, rolling her neck. "I’m all sore. That shower is going to feel sooo good..." She turned and looked at me, grinning from ear to ear. "Not as good as you made me feel, though." She lifted her palm to right below her chin and blew me a kiss, and my heart melted.

"You are just about the cutest thing in the world." She blushed at my remark, then realized that I was still sitting on the bed.

"Aren’t you coming with me, Joe?"

"Sorry. I was just enjoying watching you. You’re very watchable." She smiled, and I got up and followed her into the bathroom. I stopped at the linen closet for a second, grabbed a set of bedsheets, and put them by her doorway. I met her back at the bathroom.

"Did you get lost?" she asked, closing the door behind me.

"I was just setting out some clean sheets for your bed," I explained. She smiled at me, and motioned for me to get into the shower. I noticed that her soaking wet (and cum stained) shirt was still in the sink. "One second, Anna. Get the water running so that it can warm up." As she did so, I grabbed the drenched shirt and wrung out as much water as I could, before hanging it up on the towel rack. She held her hand out into the shower to test the water, then nodded at me. She stepped in and I followed.

The streams of warm water felt wonderful on my skin. For a moment, I just stood there, watching the drops of water cascading down Anna’s body. She looked so beautiful, so young and clean. There was something else as well. Seeing her naked with the water running over her evoked feelings of something deep and primal. The juxtaposition of that with her innocent face and loving eyes brought out a sexuality that was so strong it was almost tangible. I watched, spellbound, my eyes following a small rivulet of water snake its way down her neck, around her breast, and down her belly. I was completely overcome with love for this beautiful young creature that stood before me, completely vulnerable and yet so powerful in her innate sensuality. Reaching forward, I placed my arms around her waist and drew her toward me. I kissed her.

Kissed her? That barely even begins to describe it. Never in my dreams could I have imagined such a kiss! She put her hands behind my neck and pressed her firm beautiful body against mine. I could feel millions of volts of passion passing through our lips. The water rushed over us, massaging our bodies. Heaven.

We finally broke the kiss after a minute or two, and looked into each other’s eyes. We did not make love while in the shower, at least not that time, but the experience was still overwhelmingly sexual. She picked up the bar of soap, and rubbed her hands around it until it began to lather. The soap we used was Dove brand, which has lotion in it, so it quickly formed a layer of cool white foam. Reaching up, she began to rub the bar against my chest, sliding her hands against me. Her palms ran across my chest and belly, spreading the soapy foam and then rinsing it off. I looked into her deep brown eyes; I could see so much love there.

Her hands moved all over my body, caressing my arms and shoulders, my upper and lower back, my ass, exploring the landscape of my body in a way that had been impossible earlier, during the heat of passion. Then, silently, she handed me the soap, looking at me with big, hopeful eyes. I could get lost forever in those eyes.

I took the soap into my hands and rubbed it between them. Once I had built up a little foam, I brought my hands to her shoulders, rubbing my hand across them, and sliding up to her slender neck. I worked my way down her front, gently massaging her breasts and belly, paying special attention to her nipples. She sighed loudly, happily. I bent down and my hands explored further, sliding down the warm curves of her hips and waist, and then her thighs and legs. Her skin was so smooth and beautiful. Standing up, I moved behind her, and massaged her upper back, and then slid my fingertips down her backbone. Slowly, I rubbed the soap into her lower back, and then the firm curves of her perfect behind. I gently kneaded her cute little rear for a moment, then traced a line down the back of one of her legs with my forefinger. She shivered at the touch. I felt a little self-conscious. She was a much hotter girl than I was an attractive guy. I was pretty good-looking, but she was a perfect specimen. Still, she didn’t seem to have any complaint, so I thanked god for small favors and decided to just let it be.

I got up and kissed her lightly on the lips, and then just held her for a minute, her head resting against me. The shower washed off any of the soap that was still on us, and it was time to get out. Soon the hot water would run out and that would ruin the entire experience. I realized that we’d forgotten to wash our hair with shampoo, but didn’t bother mentioning it. Reaching over to the knob, I caught her eye to let her know what I was doing, and turned off the water. During the entire shower, neither of us had said a single word. We hadn’t needed to.

When I slid the shower door to the side to grab towels, we saw to our dismay that there was only one. We looked at each other and laughed.

"Here," I said, grabbing the towel and handing it to her. "You take it first. I’ll just be drippy for a minute." She started to say no, but I could see her beginning to shiver. I draped the towel around her back and started to dry her. I dried her back, neck, and shoulders, her arms and chest, and then her ass and legs. Although I was getting cold, I couldn’t resist the temptation. Her cute little pussy was staring me in the face. I rubbed it with the towel, and she cooed softly. I increased the speed of my rubbing, creating more friction, and she moaned a little. Her hand reached down to stop me and I looked up, worried, but she was smiling.

"You keep that up and I’ll need another shower." I smiled back. She handed me the towel and took the hair dryer off of the wall. I did my best to dry myself off with the damp cloth and then went to my room to get dressed. Halfway through throwing on jeans and a plain white tee I heard an urgent message from my stomach, demanding to be fed. I looked at the clock. Well, no wonder I was hungry; it was almost noon. I figured Anna was probably hungry too, so when I finished dressing I went to the kitchen to make us breakfast. I decided a real breakfast was in order, and not just some microwave burritos or frozen waffles. I got out a pan and started getting the ingredients for some pancakes.

Ten minutes later, the pancakes were almost done, and more importantly, Anna was done dressing and doing her hair. I heard her calling my name, so I yelled out that I was in the kitchen. She walked in and saw what I was doing.

"Oh, you made breakfast!" She ran up to me and kissed me on the cheek.

"Watch out!" I shouted. I had been flipping the last of the pancakes when she kissed me, and in my distraction on of them landed on its side. Now it was more of a pan-lump. "Whatever, I’ll eat that one, I guess," said to her.

"I love you, Joe," she said, beaming at me. I looked at her for a moment. She was wearing a little pink tank-top with the little "spaghetti straps" that show off the neck and shoulders, and a pair of the smallest, tightest little grey shorts you could ever imagine. I considered leaving the pancakes to burn and just having her for breakfast instead, but my body needed real food too.

"I love you too, Anna," I replied, "and you look great. But right now I’m busy cooking. Or aren’t you hungry?"

"Starving." She kissed my cheek again, and then set out plates and utensils while I finished making the pancakes. Once they were done, I served out several to each of us, with maple syrup. We were both ravenous, and we wolfed them down in no time flat. One thing I can say about really energetic sex on an empty stomach: it sure makes you hungry. We finished off our breakfast with twin glasses of grapefruit juice, and as I was about to clear the table, we were both shocked at what we suddenly saw through the kitchen window: our mom’s car pulling into the driveway.

Anna and I exchanged worried glances. I knew exactly what she was thinking, because I was thinking it too. It might as well have been written on our faces in big neon letters: "What if she’d come home an hour earlier?" The good thing was, she hadn’t, and the only evidence of anything was Anna’s wet shirt hanging up in the bathroom. That and, of course, the feelings we now had between us.

Our mom came into the house with a shout of "Hey guys! I’m home early!" before she realized that we were right there in the kitchen next to the door. She proceeded to explain to us that our aunt hadn’t been feeling well, so she had only stayed over for breakfast and a brief conversation (which for her meant an hour or more) before coming home.

"I hope you aren’t too disappointed," she said. "I know you guys were looking forward to a day without me here to bother you." She had no idea how right she was. I winked at Anna and she grinned.

"Well, you guys certainly are cheerful this morning," she continued. "I’ll try to stay out of your hair. I’ll be in my room doing some reading, maybe a little paperwork." She headed off to her room. Anna and I both cocked our heads up, listening for the sound of her bedroom door closing. The moment it did, we both breathed a huge sigh of relief. I don’t know what we were expecting, but I think at some level we both thought she would somehow be able to tell what had happened. Anna looked very disappointed by the latest turn of events, and I’m sure I did too. She made a cute little pouting face, sticking out her lower lip.

"No fair... I wanted to spend the day with my new secret boyfriend."

"Is that what I am?" I smiled at her.

"Of course. And I’m your secret girlfriend." She nuzzled her head against my shoulder. "And we’re so happy, and in loooove," she said, sounding for all the world like a lovestruck little schoolgirl, which I suppose is what she was. She tilted her head up to look up at my face and batted her eyes. I leaned down and kissed her lips, noting that she had put on some lip gloss. It tasted like raspberries. She suddenly broke off the kiss.

"We can’t be doing this right now," she said. She quickly kissed me on the lips, completely ignoring her own advice, then she leaned her head back on my shoulder. "Even though I really want to." I put my arm around her and we sat there for a while. She might have been relaxing, but I was thinking hard.

"I have an idea." She looked up at me. "Go downstairs and pick out a movie you’d like to watch. Well, sort of. Not something that you’d really pay a lot of attention to, just something that you wouldn’t mind seeing. I’ll meet you downstairs in a minute; I need to get something."

"What?" she asked, confused.

"Trust me on this one," I said, grinning. She went downstairs, and I walked over to the linen closet and found a lightweight but opaque blanket. As I came downstairs, she was just putting the video into the VCR (yes, we still have one). I closed the door behind me and told her to sit down on the couch. Picking up the remote, I went and sat next to her.

"What’s the blanket for?" she asked.

"You’ll see." I pressed the play button on the remote and the movie started. It was something by Disney, but I didn’t catch exactly which one it was, and frankly, I didn’t care. I pulled the blanked over us. We were completely covered from the shoulders down. We wouldn’t get too hot under it (well, not from the temperature, at least), because it was a very thin blanket, more of a sheet really. Also, the basement was always five to ten degrees cooler than the rest of the house.

"No one can see anything under the blanket," I explained.

"Yeah, I’d figured that out," she replied. "Cool idea, though. You think of everything." She kissed me lightly on the ear, but I stopped her from going any further.

"Nope. No kissing. We’ve got to stay under the blanket." I was only partly teasing. In the back of my mind I was worried sick about what might happen if our mom came in, but I just blocked that out, and promised myself to be careful.

"Fine," she said, playing at being grumpy. She stuck out her tongue out at me. "You do something."

"You’d better believe I will." I smiled at her. Under the blanket, my hand slid over to her thigh, and I rubbed it lightly. I ran my fingertips over her inner thigh and heard her breathe in sharply. Moving my hand up her leg and onto her tight little shorts, I cupped her sweet little pussy through the fabric and squeezed ever so lightly. This time she gasped more loudly. She leaned her head back against the couch pillow and just enjoyed herself. I think she might have been rubbing her nipples, but I couldn’t really tell, because the blanket was in the way. Which, of course, was the whole point. I slowly but surely snuck my hand beneath the elastic waistbands of her shorts and panties. Once again, my fingers touched the soft and tender flesh of her sweet sex. I ran a finger down the length of the slit.

"Ooooh!" she moaned, squirming against the seat. "I bet the guys at school don’t know how to do this." I was intrigued. What had she tried with the guys at school?

"Why would you say that?" I asked, never stopping my smooth caresses.

"Well, Julie’s boyfriend is pretty hot, and everything, but Julie–" she gasped as my fingers slid over her clit. "Julie says that he can’t make her feel good. She says that when they have sex it hurts, and he doesn’t last very long. He never gave her an orgasm."

She looked at "That’s not surprising," I said, rubbing her a little harder. "Younger guys don’t really know what they’re doing. Sex is about being tender, even when the act itself is very rough and energetic. That’s something that most girls seem to know, but that most guys have to learn." She nodded, understanding perfectly. "Young guys with no experience only care about themselves. The trick to good lovemaking is for each person to focus on giving the other one pleasure." At the word ‘pleasure’ I slipped a finger into her up to the first knuckle, and she squealed. She gazed at me with those big beautiful eyes.

"More, please," she murmured. I grinned, and slipped the finger in deeper. I started slowly fucking her with it, sliding it in and out, feeling the walls of her pussy gripping at it. At the same time, I used my thumb to manipulate her hard little clit. By now she was panting heavily with each thrust of my fingers, rocking her little body against my hand. I leaned over and whispered into her ear.

"Anna, I want you to know something. I’ve been in love with you for a very long time. Since I was your age, I think. I wanted you so badly that it hurt."

"Really?" she managed to say between gasps.

"Really and truly," I whispered back. "It was never about sex. It was about love. I wanted you so much, but I never told you, and I never tried anything. I didn’t want to hurt you."

"I know, you’d never hurt me," she said, moaning a little now.

"But now that we’re together," I continued, "I can show you how I feel. There’s so much I want to show you. I love you so much." I’d like to say that she came right then, but no one has timing that good. But she was moaning louder now, and I began to worry that our mom might hear, if she happened to walk past the stairs. I decided the best way to keep her quiet was to kiss her, and so I did. She kissed me back, moaning into my mouth, her tongue teasing mine.

She tensed up and cried out as her orgasm began. Her cry was mostly muffled by our kiss, but it was still louder than was probably safe. I didn’t care. I was here with my beautiful little sister. I loved her and she loved me, and I was going to make her feel good. That was all that mattered.

When it was over, I stopped kissing her and she lay back against the couch. I removed my hand from her pants and placed it on my lap. If anyone had come downstairs while I’d been kissing her, everything would have been over. All the same, I was in bliss, and she was somewhere far beyond that. She cuddled up against me and sighed happily.

"You’re the best big brother and the best secret boyfriend." I put an arm around her shoulder. It was a beautiful moment, one that I’ll never forget. But I needed to get a few things straight with her. I shut off the movie and turned to face her.

"You know that we can never tell anyone about this," I said to her.

"Of course not," she said to me. "You would go to jail, and I’d never see you again. No one would believe me if I said that I wanted you to do it..." She was silent for a moment. "But I did. And I still do. It’s not fair. I love you, Joe. I never want this to end." I was moved nearly to tears.

"I don’t either. I want to love you and love you and never stop. But sometimes we have to stop."

"Why?" She looked very sad, as if I’d said I didn’t like her anymore.

"Because it’s not safe. We could have easily been caught just now. We need a rule that we can’t do anything except when no one else is in the house." She nodded. "Of course, I’ll still love you all the time, I just won’t be able to show you how much I love you when other people are around."

"I know. It’s probably a good idea. But it doesn’t seem like we’d get much time together. By the time you get home from work, either Mom or Dad is usually home." She was right. My summer job ended at six, and the rush hour commute meant I got home at about seven. Our only chance to be together would be brief periods on the weekend, and the occasional night when both parents were out of the house. It didn’t sound like enough to me either. Of course, 24 hours a day for thirty years also didn’t sound like enough, but realism and love are not great bedfellows. Still, it seemed like a compromise was in order.

"Well, I suppose a kiss behind closed doors would still be safe." She smiled. "And sometimes I could take you out, someplace where no one would recognize us, or where we could be alone together."

She practically squealed with happiness. "You’d do that? Take me out somewhere? Like a date?"

"Of course," I said kissing her on the cheek. "You’re my secret girlfriend." We sat there on the couch together, quiet but happy, until she noticed what time it was. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, and told me that she had to go over to a classmate’s house to work on a school project. She went upstairs to remind our mother that it was time to leave, and I was left sitting there, stunned by the events of the day.

I spent the rest of the day eagerly awaiting her return. Unfortunately, she had to stay late, and didn’t end up getting home until after dinner. There was really no chance for us to do anything that night, but I was aching to be with her again. I knocked on her bedroom door.

"Don’t come in!" she shouted. That had been her standard knee-jerk response to a knock on the door since she had turned 14. All teenagers like their privacy, I guess.

"It’s me, Anna," I said softly. Before I’d even finished speaking, the door opened. Had she been waiting for me to come by? The eager grin on her face told me that, yes, she had. I stepped in quickly, and she shut the door behind me, twisting the latch.

"I’ve been thinking about you all day," she said, taking the words out of my mouth. She giggled. "That’s why I had to spend so long working at Charlotte’s house. I was a little distracted."

"I know what you mean. I haven’t gotten anything done today... Except for you." She giggled again, and then we just stood and stared at each other, grinning like idiots. I suddenly noticed that she was only wearing her bra and panties. They were a matching set in pale blue, and oh-so-tight against her body. I remembered having seen them in the laundry basket on my laundry days, wondering what they would look like on her. Or off her.

"I have a confession to make," I said to her, taking her hands into mine. "Earlier, when I said that it was only about love, and not about sex... That wasn’t completely true." She looked at me, concerned, but I smiled at her. "It was maybe a little bit about sex." I pulled her body against mine and kissed her with a ferocious force of passion that I didn’t know I possessed. "You are just soooo fucking hot." She breathed a sigh of relief.

"You had me scared there for a minute. I thought you were going to say that you didn’t want to be with me after all."

"Don’t you ever think that, baby. I want to be with you all the time. Forever and ever." We kissed again. We both knew that there was no way for us to take it any further that night, so we parted ways and went to our rooms to go to sleep.

Although I usually masturbated before going to sleep (often thinking of her as I came), I did not touch myself that evening. It would have ruined the experience, made it seem just like another jack-off fantasy. But I had trouble getting to sleep. I was afraid that I would wake up and it would all have been a fantastic dream. Or that she would wake up the next morning with second thoughts, and call it off. Or worse, call the police. Eventually, though, my exhaustion caught up with me, and I drifted off into a deep sleep.

I awoke the next morning to find a wriggling naked goddess under my covers with me. She was caressing my chest with one delicate little hand, and with the other she was slowly jerking my already hard cock. I noticed that she had pulled my boxers off, and wondered how long she’d been in the bed. I can be a pretty heavy sleeper – I need three alarm clocks to wake me up. Or one sexy sister.

"Anna, what are you doing?" I hissed at her. I knew exactly what she was doing, and I was enjoying it immensely, but not so much the prospect of being caught and sent to prison. "Mom could walk in any time." She shushed me with a finger to my lips.

"Don’t worry. She went out for an errand. We have at least half an hour. There won’t be any time for this during the week, so I need this now, while we still have the chance." I thanked god for this extra little favor that had been bestowed on me, and ran a hand down Anna’s side, feeling the soft curves of her body.

"Does this mean that you’re still cool with all this?" I asked breathlessly.

"Cool with this, but hot for you," she whispered, and then smirked self-consciously at her cliche pun. "Please, make love to me again. I need you. I need to feel you inside of me." Our lips met in a soft embrace, and my hand found its way down to the soft opening of her little pussy. I ran my finger against the tender folds of flesh and she moaned into my mouth. She was already soaking. "Please," she whimpered again. I needed no further persuasion.

Laying on my back, I positioned her body over mine, and she guided my jutting cock to the entrance of her wet opening. She gasped as the head slipped in; she was just as tight as she had been the day before. Looking directly into my eyes, she suddenly sat down on my cock, taking the whole length into her pussy all at once. She winced, still not used to the feeling, but enjoying it. I put my arms around her and drew her to me, kissing her gently as I began to pump myself in and out of her. She rocked her hips back against me, twisting and grinding with tender force, and I suddenly didn’t mind all those times that I’d had to drive her to dance lessons.

Neither of us lasted long that morning. Her pussy was grabbing at my cock relentlessly, and I soon lost it, shooting my cum deep into her. This drove her over the edge, and suddenly she was cumming too. She cried out my name at the final moment, and then collapsed against me. We would have liked to stay in bed together, but our mom would be home soon, and we needed to get cleaned up. She got up off of me and stood up next to the bed. Her pussy was leaking from our fluids. Kissing me on the cheek, she said

"Thanks. That should last me until next time." She left the room, humming happily to herself, her cute little butt swaying in time with the tune. I stared, incredulously. What a fox. She had me: heart, soul, and body. Next time. Until next time. My god, I thought. I hope it’s soon.