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I’d not been home in over four years.

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As my folks had divorced while I was in my senior year of college, I’d gone straight to work at a hedge fund in Connecticut. I guess I chose the job to put as much distance between all the family pain and myself as I could. I of course sent the obligatory greeting cards on holidays and birthdays, both to my parents and my sister, but other than a few phone calls from my mother, I’d stayed as far away from home and my emotions as I could manage.

I could have stayed and worked for one of the Sand Hill Road VCs after college, however the bitter divorce of my parents and the attendant vitriol was too much for me and I beat it to the east coast. But, no matter how much money I earned and how I enjoyed the singles scene in Manhattan, my heart would always belong to San Francisco.

I’d recently been promoted to senior analyst for tech stocks and was assigned a two month stint in the Bay Area. My task was to ferret out undervalued stocks. Because my degree was in computer science and my minor was in finance, my firm thought I would be perfectly suited to be their “eyes on the ground”, an approach they employed to ensure finding those undiscovered gems that made clients money.

HR had told me I’d be put up at long term corporate lodging on the Peninsula, but I argued for staying in the city. I won the argument when I agreed to pay the difference in lodging expenses from my own pocket. When they acquiesced, I chose the Mark Hopkins on Nob Hill, as it has the single best view of the bay from their bar; The Top of the Mark. I intended to use the view to my advantage when wining and dining the principals of companies I was there to evaluate. The ambiance tended to disarm people once they settled in and had a glass of wine or two.

I’d been in town for a couple of weeks getting re-acquainted with the new “tech vibe” running from one end of the Bay to the other. A few companies I’d visited looked promising and I’d singled out a couple of company founders to chat up to see if I could shake loose any inside information that would give us a leg up when considering where to put our client’s monies. I’d also been invited to a couple of VC meet and greets where I was the one whose brain was being picked. What a world, this world, where finance and technology seems so interlocked that at times I wondered if one could any longer function without the other.

But today was Valentine’s Day, and most of my business was done by mid-afternoon. I decided to go for a walk in Golden Gate Park, get a massage, and then hit the bar at the Top of the Mark to see if I might find some unattached, sweet young thing to chat up, and maybe, if I was lucky, spend the night with her in Eros’ embrace.

After my massage, I cleaned up, put on my best evening suit, and headed upstairs to the bar.

As it was still early, the room was not yet crowded. I found a spot at the bar where I could scope out the crowd without being obvious. I put a hundred dollar bill on the counter and told the bartender I was “camping out”. He smiled.

I ordered a Noilly Prat, extra dry, over ice with a twist, a drink I could nurse until the place filled up and the serious drinking started. The next day was Saturday and I had no scheduled meetings during the weekend. I figured I could let loose.

Over the next two hours, many couples came in filling the place with both bodies and noise, but so far, no unattached ladies.

I was beginning to think I’d head to my room and call an escort service, when a cacophony of laughter came from the elevator area. I tried to see who it was, but a couple stepped right in front of me as the group came into the main room. I couldn’t see anyone, but from the laughter, I guessed it was a group of single girls out for the evening. From the sound of things, this wasn’t their first bar of the night.

By the time the couple who’d been obstructing my view got their drinks and moved away, the girls were seated as far from my seat at the bar as they could possibly be seated. I considered sending over a bottle of wine, but decided I wait a minute to see if any guys came after them as the elevators are too small to hold a really large group of people.

After a couple of minutes another group of girls came in to the room, looked around, saw the first group, and made a bee line to join them. There were a dozen or so in all. This was going to be easy.

I waited until they’d ordered their second round to walk over to their table. To find the right one, meant I’d have to spend some time with a few of them until I was certain which one was ready to be cut from the herd.

As I approached, two of them, both with their backs to me, stood up. I noticed one of them, the one wearing a dress, deep red in color, had the most beautiful calves I’d seen in a long time. I thought to myself, I had to do everything exactly right so if the face matched the calves, this was going to be the one. Then she turned around.

“BILLY! Oh my god, Billy, what are you doing here?”

It was my sister, Rose.

She leaped the three feet that separated us and wrapped her legs around my waist and started kissing me all over my face.

“Billy, Billy, Billy, I’m so glad to see you,: When did you get in town?”

The rest of the girls were silent, all heads turned in my direction, with various looks indicating there was a huge question that needed an immediate answer.

“Rose, I think you better introduce me to your friends.”

“Oh my god, Billy, I’m so glad you showed up tonight. I really need a man right now.”

She was drunk.

“Hi everyone,” I said, easing Rose back on to her feet. “I’m Rose’s brother, Bill.”

“Billy,” Rose corrected. “This is my big brother Billy. Hey,” she said turning to face me with a stern look on her face, “Why didn’t you call me to tell me you were home? Are you still mad at me?”

“No silly. I’ve never been mad…”

“Hold that thought, I’ve really got to pee,” Rose said, turning around and heading straight for the bathrooms. The rest of the group was completely silent.

“Uh, I’m sorry to barge in like this, but, well, I really don’t know what to say.”

“How ’bout you find another chair and join us,” the other girl standing offered. “I’ll go check on Rose.”

“Okay. Sure. Thanks,” I said spotting an empty chair at a table with only three people.

I walked over and asked them if they were expecting anyone else. When they said no, I grabbed the chair and moved it back to the perimeter of the group Rose had come in with.

“So Billy…” one of the girls started to say.

“Bill please. Billy sounds so, I don’t know…”

“Okay, Bill. Well then Bill,” she continued. “How come your little sister Rose, didn’t know you were home. And just where is it you’ve come from?”

“Well I don’t live here. I live in Connecticut. I’m only here on business.”

“That only answers part of the question,” another girl spoke up. “Why didn’t Rose know you were here?”

“I…”

“Leave him alone, you meanie,” Rose said, stumbling back into the circle and choosing my lap instead of her own chair.

“He’s here now, and I’m sure he has his reasons for not telling me he was in town.” And then, in a complete about face, “Yeah, why didn’t I know you were in town. Where you stayin’ anyway?”

And before I could answer…

Rose put her arms around my neck and fell asleep.

“How much has she had to drink,” I asked.

“A lot,” the girl, who’d gone to the bathroom after Rose, said. “I’m Marie, Rose’s friend from work.”

“Hi, Marie,” I said. “What’s the occasion?”

“We all just got unemployed,” Marie answered.

“You were all fired at the same time?”

“No. Our company got bought out and we all elected to take severance rather than go to Seattle.”

“Oh. Okay. But how come none of you have dates for tonight? It’s Valentine’s Day for goodness sake.”

“We’re gay.”

“My sister’s not gay.”

“I see it’s been awhile since you talked to her,” another girl spoke up. “Hi. I’m Valerie.”

“Hi. Is she really gay?”

“No, you dufus, we’re just fuckin’ with ya.”

“Oh,” I said as the group burst out laughing. “Well, I have to admit, you had me going for a minute. So if she’s not, I mean, if ya’ll aren’t gay, then how come you don’t have dates for tonight? Are there no straight men left in the city?”

For a few minutes, a few of the girls explained they were meeting their dates later. But, because the company they’d work for was no longer in existence, they’d decided to have one last “ladies night out”, as they called it.

Rose stirred, rubbed her hand on the side of my face and made a purring sound.

“Looks like Rose found her date for tonight.” Everyone laughed.

“What, Rose doesn’t have a date?”

“No, not for awhile now,” Marie answered. “She broke up with her boyfriend about three months ago, and hasn’t been out with anyone yet.”

“I wanna sleep,” Rose whispered, while shifting in my lap, purring again, and then falling right back to sleep.

“I told you to not let her drink so much,” Valerie said to Marie. “She can’t hold her liquor.”

“I know. But, it is the last time we’ll all be together. I’ll get her home.”

“No need,” I said. “I’ve a room downstairs. She can stay here tonight.”

“Okay,” Marie said, “but be gentle with her. She’s really had a lot to drink.”

“Why?”

“Well, let’s see,” Marie went on. “First her parents divorce, then you move away, and from what she’s told us, you’re pretty much her hero, or I should say, were her hero. Then, she breaks up with her boyfriend and the company she worked for moves a few hundred miles north. In short, she’s alone and she’s scared.”

“Damn. I had no idea.”

“That’s right,” Valerie added. “You’ve been too busy with your own life.”

“That’s not fair. I’ve been building my career for the past four years.”

“Rose said you ran away.”

“What? Just how good a friend are you guys?”

“Valerie and I were roommates at school. Rose was our next-door neighbor. We know everything about each other.”

“For your edification, I didn’t run away.”

Just then, Rose shifted and opened her eyes slightly.

“Let’s go home Robert,” she said.

“Robert. I’m not…”

But she was out before I could even finish speaking.

“Who’s Robert?”

“That’s her ex-boyfriend’s name,” Marie offered.

“I think it’s time to get her downstairs,” I said.

“I agree,” Valerie added. “You want help?”

“No thanks. She’ll be okay once I get her walking. And besides, she’s not that heavy if I have to help her along.”

“Okay then,” Marie said. “I’m really glad I got to meet you. You’re way better looking than what Rose said, and she said you were good looking.”

“She did? That’s funny. She used to call me ugly when we were kids.”

“That’s Rose’s sense of humor. She always says the opposite of what’s obvious.”

“She’s a great kid,” Valerie interjected. “Take care of her. Spend some time with her. I think you’ll find she’s not your enemy.”

“I never said…”

“Spend some time with her,” Valerie repeated, cutting me off.

I helped Rose to her feet while Marie and Valerie stood to help if needed. I looked out across the faces of the other girls and said my good byes.

I felt strange as I walked away. I felt taking Rose away from the group would be the catalyst that would end their association forever. Well maybe not for Marie and Valerie, but I didn’t see the group ever getting together again in the future. In some ways, it made me sad, as they all seemed to be decent people.

In the elevator ride to the floor my room was on, I got to thinking about how sad Rose must be to have to anesthetize herself with alcohol because she didn’t have a date on Valentine’s Day. What’s worse is the fact she felt she didn’t have a family or a job.

When I got us to the room, I sat rose down on the bed, and called the front desk. I asked them if they could find a dozen red roses and have them sent up so Rose would at least know someone thought enough of her to get her flowers. They said they’d try, but at this late hour, it might have to wait until morning.

As I hung up the phone, Rose stood up and started to remove her dress. As she was lifting it over her head, she threw up.

I quickly scooped her up and ran her to the bathroom. When we got inside, I helped her kneel before the toilet so if she needed to keep heaving, she’d at least be able to use it if she kept throwing up.

I pulled her dress completely off her. It was a mess. I set it aside as I needed to tend to Rose as she stank to high heaven.

She retched a couple more times and a bit more liquid went into the toilet bowl but some went down her front as she was half kneeling, half sitting, at an awkward angle. She started laughing, and then she started crying.

I used toilet paper to wipe her face, but her chest and tummy were messy too. I took a huge handful of toilet paper and wiped most of her front, but she definitely had to go into the shower.

I quickly stripped down to my boxers, turned on the shower, and tried to get Rose to stand up.

When I was finally able to, I needed to remove her bra and panties as they were in as bad a shape as her dress.

When I started to unfasten her bra she giggled and said: “You want to play with my boobies?”

It hit me like a ton of bricks. Up to that point I’d been acting on instinct. I hadn’t thought one thing about Rose being undressed. But as soon as she said “my boobies” I had to fight not to leer at her. You see, Rose has a magnificent body and even if she is my sister, I’m still a man.

I got her stripped and wrestled her into the shower without hurting her and started to wash her from head to toe.

“Oh, goodie,” Rose said, “warm water.”

“Don’t breathe in my direction please. I need to give you some mouthwash after the shower.”

“Ah, you’re no fun,” she said, faking a pout.

As I knelt to wash her butt, I saw her spread her legs a bit and let loose with a stream of pee.

“God damn it Rose. You can’t pee in the shower.”

“Oh, sorry. Did I get some on you?”

“That’s not the point. I’m trying to get you clean. You can at least wait a minute until I’m finished.”

“Okay,” she said, stopping the flow. But as I started to finish washing her backside, she let loose with another stream and started giggling.

“Rose,” I yelled, smacking her on the ass. “Stop it.”

“Ooh, Robert. I’m a bad girl, aren’t I?”

“I’m not Robert. It’s me Bill. I’m your brother.”

“I know who you are. My brother’s in Connecticut. You’re Robert and this is Halloween.”

Rose was still seriously drunk.

When I finished soaping her up, I got some shampoo and washed her hair. After I’d scrubbed her thoroughly clean, I got her out of the tub and dried her off as best I could. I took her into the room, pulled down the covers and got her into bed.

I started to go back to the bathroom when she reached out and grabbed my boxers.

“You’re such a good boyfriend Robert. Do you want me to suck your dick?”

“Rose, go to sleep,” I said.

“Did you pee your pants?”

“What?”

“Your boxers are soaked. Did you pee in your pants?”

“No Rose. They got wet in the shower.”

“Oh,” she said accepting my explanation, and then bam, she was out like a light.

Thank goodness.

I spent the next hour cleaning her dress and underwear as best I could. But no matter what I did, I still felt like they were dirty. Just as I finished hanging them over the shower curtain rod, the room’s telephone rang.

It was room service telling me they would not be able to get me flowers until the morning.

I told them it was okay, but I also needed housekeeping to collect some dirty clothes for laundry and dry cleaning. I also ordered breakfast for two to be delivered at 9:00 AM, and asked if there was a women’s clothing boutique nearby that made deliveries on a Saturday.

They told me they’d have the concierge find one and they’d let me know when they delivered breakfast and picked up the clothing for cleaning.

I was exhausted. I crawled into bed, gave Rose a kiss on her shoulder and was asleep within two minutes. And then…

It had to be a dream.

I was standing on a hilltop in Connecticut and I could see clear across the United States to California. I felt a tickling in my crotch and looked down to see my dick twitching in the wind.

I felt it start to grow and watched as it arched up and started expanding clear across the states all the way to the west coast. When it got to San Francisco, I unleashed a torrent of cum all over the city. It felt so real. It had to be real.

I came slowly out of the dream.

As my eyes adjusted to being awake I felt a weight on my lower abdomen. I reached down and felt a woman’s hair, then her head, then her shoulders. I sat up with a start once I realized where I was and who had their head in my lap.

I gently picked my sister up off of me and laid her on her pillow. There was cum on the side of her mouth. Oh my god. My sister blew me while I slept. Did she even know it was me?

I spent the next two hours mulling over what I should do or say. How on earth did I let that happen? Was it my fault? I was asleep, wasn’t I? And worse, did I enjoy it?

I must have enjoyed it. That’s why I was dreaming the dream I finally succumbed to exhaustion and fell back to sleep.

Room service woke me at nine when they delivered the flowers, breakfast, and picked up my sister’s clothes to be cleaned. They also gave me phone numbers for two boutiques that were nearby, both of which would be happy to make a delivery.

I put on some sweats and got my robe for my sister to wear. I went to the bathroom and wet a washcloth.

When I came back out I could tell my sister was still dead to the world. I wiped the dried cum from her mouth and then wiped her face with the damp cloth.

“Ummmmm,” she moaned and stretched enough that the bed covers fell away from her and I saw her naked breasts again. I quickly pulled the covers back up over her and went to pour some coffee.

While I had my first cup of the day, I called both boutiques and ordered two complete changes of clothes for Rose. I’d given the sales girls her measurements, her hair and eye color, and from what I remembered, her favorite colors.

After I finished ordering clothes, I poured a second cup and went to wake Rose. I sat on the bed and held the coffee near her nose in hopes she would wake up slowly. She didn’t.

She stretched, pursed her lips, ran her tongue around the outside of her mouth, then sat up slowly, holding her head. Then she opened her eyes.

“Billy,” she whispered? “What are you doing here?”

“I…

“OH MY GOD, I’m naked,” she yelled pulling the covers up over her chest. “What the fuck Billy. Where am I and why am I naked?”

“Settle down Rose. Here,” I said, handing her the robe. “Put this on and come sit at the table. We’ve breakfast. I’ll explain as best I can.”

She looked confused, but pulled the covers off of her and started to drape the robe over her shoulders.

“JESUS H., where are my panties? What’s going on? Why is my pussy naked, and why are you grinning?

“Rose I promise you, there’s an innocent explanation if you’ll just settle down and come have some coffee.”

“Where are we?” she asked, slipping her arms through the robe and scooting to the edge of the bed.

“At the Mark Hopkins. Now come have some coffee so I can explain everything.”

Rose shuffled over to the table and flopped down into one of the chairs.

“God, my head is killing me. Do you have any aspirin?”

“I do. Now sip your coffee. That will help.”

I got the aspirin from the bathroom. As I was walking back to the table I saw Rose start to sip her coffee.

“What the fuck?”

“What?” I said as I sat down and opened the aspirin bottle.

“My mouth tastes like a swamp.”

“You threw up twice last night.”

“Oh. Yeah, but it’s more than that. I can’t quite describe it. It’s like…”

Rose had shut her eyes, rubbing her tongue on the outside of her mouth again in attempt to identify the taste. I knew what it probably was, but I wasn’t about to tell her I knew for certain until she’d recovered somewhat.

“It tastes…” Rose paused for a minute.

“No it can’t be.”

I said nothing.

We sat for a few minutes, each sipping our coffees while I buttered some toast for Rose.

“So what happened? Why am I here with you at the Mark?”

“I can only tell you part of the story. You’ll have to ask Marie and Valerie about earlier in the evening.”

“Oh! That’s right. A bunch of us girls went out for Halloween, I mean Valentine’s Day. I know we were bar hopping and Marie kept telling me to eat something or slow down on the drinking. That’s about all I remember. Hey. You know Marie and Valerie?”

“I met them for the first time last night up at the Top.”

“Oh my goodness. I don’t even remember coming here. Did I act stupid.”

“No. You’d just had too much to drink. That’s all.”

“HEY!”

“What?”

“I’m mad at you.”

“Huh?”

“You abandoned me.”

“No I didn’t. I have a career at a company that happens to be three thousand miles away.”

“I think you took that job so you could put distance between me, and mom and dad.”

“We’ll talk about it later. In the meantime,” I said, standing and reaching for the bouquet of roses, “these came for you.”

“What? Who sent those?”

“A secret admirer,” I answered watching as Rose inhaled the fragrance of the bouquet.

“You got me these, didn’t you?”

“Guilty.”

“Why, because I threw up and basically made a fool of myself?”

“Nope. I ordered them before you threw up.”

“Why? Cause you got to see my boobs.”

“Rose, stop it. I got them for you because the first thing you said to me last night made me feel bad for you.”

“What’d I say?”

“You said you really needed a man right now.”

“Maybe that was true last night but right now I need to go back to bed. I don’t feel very good. Do we have to check out?”

“No. We’re okay. But first, brush your teeth. There’s an extra toothbrush at the vanity and there’s mouthwash too.”

“When did you get into town?”

“Take a nap Rose. We’ll catch up when you feel better.”

Rose went into the bathroom, but left the door open. I heard her pee, clear her throat, and then start brushing her teeth. When she was finished rinsing her mouth out, I heard her gargle with mouthwash.

“Hey, Billy,” Rose hollered.

“What?”

“Where’re my clothes?”

“Take a nap Rose, they should be back from the cleaners by the time you wake up.”

She came out of the bathroom, slipped off the robe, looked at me with a slightly defiant look and started to get into bed.

“What?” she asked. “You’ve already seen the goods. Can’t make much difference now.”

“Go to sleep Rose. I’ll wake you in the afternoon.”

“Thanks Billy. Oh, do you think I could have a kiss, at least now that I’ve brushed my teeth.”

I stood up and walked over to the bed. As I leaned down to kiss her forehead, she put her arms around my neck and yanked hard, causing me to fall on top of her.

“You better tell me everything later.”

“Okay.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Okay, now get off me you perv.”

I chuckled as I stood up and walked back to the table. When I turned, I saw Rose was already well on her way to dreamland.

While Rose slept, I did some catch-up work on a report I was sending to my office. I finished breakfast, called room service to clean the place of dirty dishes and to replace the towels, and waited for the boutiques to bring the clothes.

After the clothes were delivered and the hotel brought back the clothes that had been dry cleaned, I laid everything out for Rose to choose from and went to take a shower.

As I was rinsing off, I started to get hard thinking about my sister’s body. She was in every sense, perfection. As I remembered her getting out of bed earlier, I remembered how her mons looked as she put first one foot and then the other on the floor. I knew she caught me looking, but I couldn’t help it. She had the most perfect pussy I’d ever seen.

I thought about stroking one off, but changed my mind when I thought what kind of a perv I’d be, jacking off over thoughts of my sister’s body. But then I remembered she was sleeping with a belly full of my cum and that was enough to bring me up to full attention.

Just as I started in earnest, Rose came into the bathroom, put the lid down on the toilet and proceeded to let loose with a massive flow of pee. I laughed quietly at the thought of my sister peeing next to me, but it was bizarre enough to cause my cock to start deflating.

“Whatcha doin’?

“Huh?”

“I see you in there. Looks like your morning wood decided to stick around all day.”

“Very funny. Now hurry up and get out so I can dry off.”

“Dry off. Don’t you mean whack off?”

“Rose. For Christ’s sake, hurry up and get out.”

“When can I shower?”

“As soon as I’m done.”

“Did you buy those clothes for me?”

“Yes. Yours were a mess from last night and I wasn’t sure the cleaners could get them back to normal.”

“They look fine now. But thanks. I can’t believe I’m in a bathroom with you, especially after four, very long years. I thought I’d never see you again.”

“Rose, I’m going to get out of the shower now. So, unless you want full frontal, you better high tail it out to the other room.”

“Okay. Okay. Don’t get your feathers all ruffled.”

When I finished, I brushed my teeth, and looked on the towel rack for my boxers. They weren’t there.

“Rose, damn it. Bring me my boxers.”

“I’m naked.”

“Hah, hah. Bring them to me now, please.”

“Okay, since you said please,” Rose said walking into the bathroom completely naked.

“Told you.”

“You must be desperate for a man to parade the goods in front of your own brother. Now get cleaned up so we can go out for a proper dinner.”

As she handed me my boxers, she looked down at my cock, still dangling at half-mast.

“Nice one, Billy Bro.”

“Now who’s the perv,” I said walking out of the bathroom.

While Rose got cleaned up, I called and asked the bartender at the Tadich, if they were busy. When he said there was a light crowd, I settled on that as our early dinner destination.

When Rose walked out of the bathroom, she was still naked. She walked straight to where I’d laid out her clothes and started dressing.

She put her panties on first, then sat on the bed and put on the new shoes I’d purchased for her. When she stood up and turned around to get her bra, I noticed the shape of her calf and just like the night before when I’d seen her legs before I knew it was her, I shook my had at how perfectly turned they were.

“You’re staring.”

“Yes, I am. I can’t believe how beautiful you are. What happened to the gangly little girl who used to be my younger sister?”

“Oh she served her purpose. But when I didn’t need her any more, I put her out to retirement.”

“Too bad. I liked her a lot.”

“If you’d hung around these past few years, you’d have grown to like me as well.”

“I’m sure I would. In fact, I can even go so far as to say, I’m sure I do.”

“That’s because you’re perving on me once again.”

“If you only knew.”

“Come again.”

“Nothing.”

“Where we going?”

“Tadich.”

“That was Dad’s favorite. Kind of stuffy don’t you think.”

“Yeah, probably. But they make the best and most authentic martini on planet earth, and I intend to have a couple.”

“No wine? I thought you were into wine.”

“Wine’s great. But I’m ravenous, I want a big meal, and I want to get a decent buzz from a couple martinis.”

“Me too.”

“Aren’t you a bit under the weather after last night?”

“Hell no. I’m young and I heal fast.”

“Okay. But don’t drink so much you puke all over yourself again.”

“No chance. But if we’ve time, I’ll tell you all about your little sister and what you’ve been missing out on these past few years.”

“Deal.”

“You got to tell me ’bout yourself as well.”

“Deal.”

“No lying.”

“Deal.”

“Shut up you broken record you…hey, where’s my purse and coat?”

“What purse and coat?”

“Dufus, it’s San Francisco in February. I’m not going out without a coat.”

“Let me call the restaurant. Maybe you left them up there.”

“Maybe. But let me use your phone so I can call Marie. She may have them in her car.”

While I called the restaurant, Rose called Marie. As it turned out, Marie, not knowing my room number, had left them at the front desk. We both hung up and headed downstairs.

We got to the Tadich early enough to get one of the curtained booths. If you know the restaurant, you know it can get quite noisy when the dinner crowd fills up the room.

After we ordered and our first martinis were served, I watched Rose play with the olives and then take a sip. She closed her eyes and swallowed the gin and made that face people make when they are close to feeling total bliss.

When she opened her eyes she saw me looking at her with a slight smile on my face.

“What?”

“You’re beautiful.”

“You just say that cause you’ve seen my boobies.”

“Rose. Damn it. Keep it down. People might hear.”

“And what. No one knows who we are. They just think you’re some lucky guy out with a hot babe,” she finished giggling a bit, before taking another sip of her drink.

“I guess you’re right.”

“Are you getting married?”

“Why would you ask that?”

“‘Cause I don’t know anything about you. Nothing. Nada. Zip.”

“Oh yeah. I guess we should catch up.”

And that’s what we did over dinner and a long walk after, across California and down Montgomery to the Pied Piper inside the Palace hotel.

“Good gracious, I forgot how beautiful this place is,” Rose said, looking up at the ceiling as we entered the lobby. “It’s so inviting.”

“Let’s get dessert and some Port.”

“Okay, big brother. You’re in charge. I’ll just consider this my Valentine’s weekend date.”

“That’s sad; having to spend Valentine’s weekend with your brother.”

“Au contraire. I can’t think of a more beautiful date with anyone, anywhere. But that’s probably ’cause I’m desperate.”

“Why do you talk like that? You’re the most beautiful girl in San Francisco.”

“That’s ’cause you saw my boobies.”

“Would you stop saying that. It makes me feel a bit creepy.”

“Why? Because I’m you sister? Get over it. You were my knight in shining armor. You cleaned me up. You tucked me in. You bought me clothes. And…”

“And what?”

“You saw my boobies and didn’t take advantage of me.”

“For goodness sake. Stop it.”

“You didn’t.”

“Well. That may not be exactly true.”

“What do you mean?” Rose asked as we entered the Pied Piper and chose a booth away from a noisy group at the bar.

“Wait ’til we order.”

“Oh boy. I can’t wait to hear this.”

After our drinks were served, Rose just looked at me waiting. She had a slight glint in her eye. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out whether or not she would be forgiving, or even if she’d believe me, but I felt I had to let her know at least as much as I thought I knew.

After a minute, Rose gestured with her hand for me to go ahead.

“How much do you remember about last night?”

“Nothing,” she replied.

“Nothing at all.”

She thought for a minute, and then shook her head.

“Not a thing. I don’t even remember going to the Mark.

“Wow. This is not going to be easy.”

“Out with it.”

“Okay. Here goes.”

I paused, took a sip of my drink and proceeded to tell Rose everything I knew about the dream, waking up with her head in my lap, the cum on the side of her mouth, everything, every detail I could remember. When I was finished, Rose just sat there for a minute her eyes darting about the room, looking everywhere but at me. Finally…

“You mean I gave you a blowjob?”

“I think so.”

“You think so. Either I did or I didn’t. If you’re not sure, why did you tell me?”

“Because I think it’s probable that you did, and I don’t feel I should hide it from you.”

“Why not?”

“What if I didn’t tell you and you suddenly remembered, remembered me waking up and moving you back off my stomach to a sleeping position. You’d think I knew and maybe even think I had something to do with it.”

“You did.”

“Huh? No I didn’t.”

“Well your cock did anyway.”

“Rose. Don’t you know what I’m telling you?”

“Yup. And I could as easily make a case for you actually taking advantage of me and starting to worry I knew and might wind up hating you or something.”

“Rose, I promise. I didn’t know.”

“I believe you.”

“You do?”

“You sound uncertain.”

“Well how do you think this would look to other people? An older brother just told his younger sister she blew him in a drunken stupor. They’d tar and feather me and run me out of town.”

“It’s okay.”

“No it’s not.”

“Yes it is. In a way I’m glad I got to give you head.”

“Huh?”

“Remember Marianne Hayes?”

“Sure. What about her?”

Rose leaned forward and whispered.

“I saw her suck your dick.”

“What? When?”

“One day my dance class was cancelled so I came home early. You were sitting on the sofa and she was kneeling between your legs.”

“How? I would have heard you come in to the house.”

“That’s just it. I didn’t come in. I watched from that little window just the other side of the fireplace mantel. I don’t know what made me go around to the back of the house, but I did, and as I was passing the window, I caught a glimpse of the two of you.”

“I’m sorry. I never would have let her do that if I thought…”

“Sorry. Don’t be sorry. It was the coolest thing I’d ever seen. Don’t forget, I’d just passed puberty, and boy did that make an impression.”

“That’s weird.”

“Maybe. But you know what’s even more weird?”

“What?”

“I was jealous.”

“What,” I exclaimed. “That’s crazy.”

“No it wasn’t. Stop and think about it from my perspective. My big brother, my hero at the time, was being pleasured, and I mean obviously pleasured, at least from the look on your face when you came, by someone I couldn’t be.”

“Did you even know what a blowjob was at the time?”

“Sort of. Well not really. But for weeks after that I searched every website I could find that specialized in every aspect of oral sex, from blowjobs, to bukkake, to out and out face fucking. I loved it and couldn’t wait to try it.”

“Really. So you became a blowjob queen before you even got to high school.”

“Sadly, no. That’s about the same time mom and dad started having their shouting matches and I curled up into a ball of pain.”

“Oh jeez, Rose. I’m so sorry. That whole time must have been harder on you than I ever imagined.”

“Yep. You were a true dickwad at that time, running off to college and all, then moving to Connecticut after you graduated. But don’t worry about it. I think having to sort things out on my own helped me be a better person. But now I’m really going to drop a bombshell, so sit back and buckle up, okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“Listen. I want to be real clear about what I’m about to say and not have you freak out.”

“Okay. Shoot.”

“You promise.”

“I promise. Rose I’ll do anything for you. I’m really sorry about last night.”

“Me too. But not for the same reason you think I am.”

“What do you mean?”

“Since I woke up this morning, my throat’s been a bit sore, like somebody rammed a fat cock down it repeatedly. I had a taste in my mouth I might have recognized if I hadn’t barfed the night before. I couldn’t quite put it all together, but in a way, it made me a bit horny.”

“How could anyone who looked like you did this morning have been horny.”

“I said a bit. Then, when I saw your cock in the bathroom, I thought back instantly to that time I saw you get a blowjob. Now you tell me I rolled over in the night, found a nice fat cock, and sucked a load out. And what’s more, it was my brother’s cock.”

“Though you’ve put it a bit crudely, that seems reasonable.”

“Reasonable? Maybe. But you know the worst thing for me about the whole thing.”

“What? You have to live with the knowledge.”

“No silly. The worst thing is I wish I would have been stone cold sober when I did it. It’s been one of my biggest fantasies for the past dozen years.”

“You’re kidding?”

“Nope. In fact, if you’re up for it, I’d like to pay the bill and go straight back to the Mark and spend the night with your cock wedged in my throat.”

“Rose. You’re my sister. We can’t do things like that.”

“But we already have done it. You said so yourself. I just want to be sober the next time I do it. Come on now. You said I was a beautiful girl. You’ve seen my girly parts, and I’m sure you had a thought or two. And it’s probably the greatest Valentine’s Day present I could ever imagine getting.”

“I’m your brother.”

“So what? It’s not like we’re gonna get married or anything. I just want to realize a fantasy, create a memory that I can have for the rest of my life.”

“You’re serious.”

“Listen,” Rose said, lowering her voice. “I want to get on my knees and offer my mouth for your pleasure. I know you like blowjobs. I saw the look on your face when Marianne did it.”

“What guy doesn’t like it?”

“See. And what’s probably more unbelievable to you is that I’ll get off like I’ve never gotten off the minute you start to cum. And buster, you better warn me, ’cause I want your cock as far down my throat as I can manage when you start spewing.”

It didn’t take me long to respond.

“Let’s get out of here.”

What else could we do? Her logic, if that’s what you want to call it, was acceptable, especially once she started talking. As crude as she was, she never looked wanton. She just stared into my eyes, daring me to look away. I couldn’t. She was the siren and I was the sailor.

On the way back to the hotel, she told me all about her one and only lover who she met in college. She stayed a virgin, in every respect, all through those tumultuous years as our parents were separating.

Bobby, her boy friend throughout college, was a year ahead of her and had experience. He taught her to love sex, not so much because he was a Lothario, but more because he let her learn as she went along. They tried everything and as she described their various entwinings, I became more and more agitated. My cock turned to granite.

When we got back to the hotel, I poured us a couple brandies from the bar, turned out all but one small desk lamp, and watched as Rose walked to the window and began taking off her clothes.

“Rose. Do you really want to do this?”

She came toward me wearing only her panties, put her finger to my lips, and pushed two inside my mouth.

“You feel that brother?”

I nodded.

“That’s what I’m going to experience when I put your cock in my mouth.”

She stuck her fingers farther in my mouth, across my tongue.

“Lick the fingers. See. That’s what I’ll do to the head of your cock, until I can’t take it anymore and then I’m going to open my throat and let you face fuck me.”

I stared at her, my mouth filled with her fingers, in this empathetic lesson in fellatio.

“So please. Do I really want to do this? The answer is, more than anything I’ve ever wanted to do in my life. This is like a dream come true. I’m so excited, I may piss myself.”

“Can I eat your pussy?”

“Tomorrow. Tonight is all about my hunger.”

And hungry she was.

“I’m going to get on my knees so I can service that beautiful cock of yours. I’m going to set the pace. I’m going to spend a good long time lubricating it with my saliva, and when I know the time is ripe, I’m going to slowly force it into my throat.”

I groaned a low, guttural response to her verbal assault on my libido.

“Once you’re in my throat, I’m going to show you a trick I can do that will drive you crazy.”

“What’s that?”

“You’ll see. And after that, I want to surrender control and ask you, no plead with you to fuck my face. I want you to start off with a slow, purposeful pistoning, in and out, in and out. Then, I want you to pick up the pace, fucking my mouth like you’re angry. I want you to abandon any and all civility or concern you may have for my well being and have your way with me.”

“Rose. If you keep talking, I’m going to cum.”

“I want you to ravage my face like the great Mongol hordes raping and pillaging everything in their path. I want to gag and be so short of breath, you’ll think I’m dying from asphyxiation. And, as your cock grows harder, I want your will to match that intensity.”

“Please, Rose. Now.”

“And then I want you to cum.”

I nearly passed out from weakness, a weakness caused by being this close to true hunger. I can’t imagine a man dying of thirst could want water more than Rose wanted to have her way with me.

“Let me have it now,” Rose said, as she unzipped my trousers, unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants and my boxers down in one swift motion.

As soon as my cock sprung free, she grabbed it and squeezed a huge drop of pre-seminal fluid from the tip. She swiped it with her tongue, looked up at me and swallowed. She closed her eyes but I could tell she was delighted.

“I’ve waited so long for this.”

“Don’t let me stop you,” I said at an attempt to diffuse the tension I felt.

Rose just smiled.

For about five minutes, she’d licked and squeezed my cock. Every time a dollop of pre-cum bubbled up from the piss slit, she’d use her tongue to coax it in to her mouth and make a big deal out of swallowing it.

She mostly kept her eyes closed, even as she started tugging at my ball sac and squeezing the orbs inside.

“Fuck. You’re killing me.”

Rose smiled and said: “I’m just getting started.” With that, she took the head of my cock between her lips and lightly sucked.

My guess is watching all those blowjob scenes after she’d seen me get a blowjob from Marianne, gave her a million ideas on what to do when she had a cock in her mouth. She even knew how to nip at the head with her teeth without hurting it. But it was when she finally forced the head in her throat that she really began to show her talents.

It was when she finally buried her nose in my stomach that she began to demonstrate that neat trick she’d told me about earlier in the evening.

She used the sphincter muscle at the juncture of her throat and mouth to caress the area just behind the head of my cock. And she kept it up without gagging.

After a few minutes, she pulled her mouth off my cock and looked up at me.

“Did you like that?”

“I never imagined…”

“Now it’s time for you to do the work. Face fuck me Billy. Ram that fucking cock down my throat over and over until you can’t stand it anymore and then give me the goods. Please. I’ve waited over ten years for this to happen. Give me my Valentine’s gift.”

“Rose,” I said, as she started licking the head of my cock again.

“What?”

“Get back to work.”

And she did just that.

One of my favorite things in the world is to find someone new who knows how to do something better than anyone else you’ve ever met before, especially if it entails doing something you like.

There’s a little café in Connecticut that makes the very best hamburger anywhere.

And there’s an Italian restaurant in Boston that makes a pizza that defies description.

Well, you get the picture. Rose was the consummate cocksucker.

But now it was my turn to go to work.

I put my hands on either side of her head and slowly forced the head of my cock back into her throat and held it there until I felt her starting to run out of breath.

I slowly eased out and then jammed it back in again, this time a little harder.

And as Rose became short of breath, I eased out until she was just about to start gasping for air and then I jammed it back into her throat.

Over and over I did as she’d requested, fucking her face for all I was worth. This was no longer a blow job; this was using a person’s mouth for one’s own pleasure.

I fucked her mouth until I couldn’t stand it any longer and then, with one last push, lodged the head of my cock at the back of her mouth and unloaded.

I came so hard it hurt. But the hurt took me to a place I’d never been before. Everything slowed down.

The first shot of cum was intense. The second was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I had to look.

Rose’s eyes flew open in panic. I was unloading more cum than anyone could be expected to handle.

Rose gagged and cum ran out her nose and down the side of mouth.

Still, I came.

Nothing in my wildest imagination could have ever conjured up a vision as beautiful and as frightening as was Rose’s face was with cum running out of her nose and mouth and tears running out of her eyes.

And there was more.

I fired off at least three or four more shots and then I began to settle down.

As I settled down, Rose began to suck again, using her finger to scoop the cum back into her mouth, moving my cock first to one side, and then to another, until she’d cleaned her face.

She sniffled, swallowed, and looked up into my eyes and said the one word I knew would be the death of me.

“More.”

I was spent. Or so I thought, but Rose kept right on sucking, jamming her face back on to my still hard cock, over and over, desperate for another load. And surprisingly, I didn’t go soft, not even just for a minute.

It took longer, but I came again. This time, I pulled the head of my cock out of her throat, and let the pulsing jets land on her tongue.

“Don’t swallow it yet,” I told her.

Rose smiled as best she could and kept sucking until there was nothing left to get out.

She slowly pulled off my rapidly deflating cock, opened her mouth to show me the load, and waited for my approval.

I nodded. She swallowed.

She nuzzled my cock and balls with her chin, then turned her face to the side and rested her head on my groin.

“Feel better?”

She nodded.

I stroked her hair for a couple of minutes and then lifted her gently to her feet and walked her to the bed. I fluffed a couple of pillows and sat her on the edge of the bed so I could finish undressing.

When I was naked, I eased Rose back on the pillows and lay down next to her. I lifted her head and put my arm underneath her neck so she could rest her head on my shoulder.

We didn’t talk for a few minutes. At that moment, we weren’t brother and sister, we weren’t even human. We were just two living organisms that had joined together through an experience that was a long time in the making.

Rose rubbed her hand across my chest for a minute and then she spoke.

“Can I sleep with your cock in my mouth?”

“Sure.”

The next day, she blew me again before we got out of bed. After breakfast, I ate her pussy with a different fervor than she’d exhibited when she had my cock in her mouth.

In the afternoon we made love and that night she sucked me off one last time.

The Valentine’s weekend was over, but it was not so with Rose and I. We had a lot to get out of our system.

She stayed with me for a week and then went back to her apartment to settle her affairs.

Six weeks later she moved in with me back in Connecticut. We know it won’t last, but while it does, it is as good as it gets.