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This is actually something from the archives of
unfinished ideas.  Since I have some time on my hands
of late, I figure now would be a good time to finish
out some stuff I had written before.  Once again, I
remind you that I hold all commercial and non-
electronic rights, and that any unauthorized
transmission of this story is prohibited.  If you are
not of legal age, or reading this work is otherwise
illegal where you are, stop reading this.  I would
also mention that Brett Lynn is a pen name, and is not
connected in any form to any individuals who has this
name.  Now, with the legalese out of the way, let's
get on with the show.

THE SWEETEST TABOO
By Brett Lynn

"Hey sis! Remember me?"

Tisha Roberts stood at the door in complete shock
looking at the person in front of her, the latest
KaySlay CD whispering its aural presence in the
background.  She scanned the person in front of her,
trying to figure out what was going on.  The woman in
front of her was wearing a black leather catsuit that
stopped just below her ass.  Combined with a pair of
thigh length black leather platform boots, the girl's
athletic, almost flat-out muscular legs seemed to
stretch forever.  The torso seemed almost unnatural,
with a toned, tight stomach evident even through the
leather and a bust that did just that through the
catsuit, leaving a valley of cleavage for a lock of
blonde hair to contrast against her dark chocolate
skin.  Her head was surrounded with a waist-length
main of platinum blonde hair, and her face was made up
with light metallic colors, her bright smile beaming
through her shiny rose-colored lips.

Tisha, meanwhile, stared back, leaning her 5'10" frame
against the door, her faded Janet Jackson t-shirt and
sweatpants draping down against her body as she shook
her head and said, "no way."

"Yes it is, sis," the woman said as she ran her hand
through Tisha's short-shorn curly locks.  "It's me,
Jimmy.  Remember?"

"Yeah, right.  Jimmy is over in Okinawa right now,
serving his military proudly...or so he keeps writing
me."

"And that's going to be the official story to ma, at
least until I figure out what to tell her," the woman
continued.  "Remember your first boyfriend?  You know,
the tall, skinny one with those freaking Dumbo ears?
The one you said wasn't, how do I put this, big enough
for you?  The one I hid out in my closet to bail you
out?"

Tisha stood up in shock when the woman at the door
rattled off such a personal detail.  "Well," Tisha
said half to herself.  "If you know that, then you
must know plenty about Jimmy..."

"'cause I am Jimmy!" the woman said.  "Look, I know
this stresses credulity, but could you let me in?  I
wanted to visit home, and I figured that I wouldn't
scare you to death if I didn't use the keys.  C'mon
now.

"Well, you do look kinda like Grandma," Tisha
continued as she studied the woman's face.
"Especially..."

"...around the eyes," the woman finished as she picked
up the small leather bag at her feet.

"Oh my God," Tisha said in a whisper, shocked as
realized that this might be her brother after all.

Tisha leaned out over the door and looked both ways on
the quiet tree-lined block, making sure a few people
as possible were witnessing this exchange.  Then, she
stepped back away from the door, motioning for the
woman to come in.  "Come in, um...what do you call
yourself these days?"

"Storm," the woman replied as she walked in the door,
ducking in under the door frame.  "You know, like
Halle Berry's character from the X-Men movies?"

"OK," Tisha said with a giggle   "Name like a
stripper?  This story has to be good," she said as she
closed the door.  "Where do you wanna tell it?"

"How about in your room, sis?" Storm replied.  "I hear
you got the latest KaySlay mixtape up there blasting.

"Yeah, I was listening to that before entering the
Twilight Zone," Tisha said, still in shock about the
events of the past few minutes.  "Come."

Tisha looked over her shoulder as she heard the thud
of those high heels tap onto the hardwood floor.  As
she walked up the stairs, she looked over her shoulder
and couldn't help but notice how slinky her brother, I
mean sister, looked in that catsuit.  "How the fuck
did he end up a sex object?" Tisha thought to herself.

Tisha turned up the hallway towards her bedroom, then
opened the door, hitting both her and Storm with a
wall of sound."

"Is that the new Papoose?  Sounds like he's at it
again!"

"Yeah, he is," Tisha said as she killed the volume on
the stereo. She climbed onto the bed, then took loose
her scrunchie, letting her brown hair flare out a bit
before tightening it up again.  "OK, Jimmy, let me
ask.  Are you really in Okinawa?"

"Well, I was for a while, then shit got real...really
real."

"So real that you have tits faker than Pamela Anderson
Lee?"

"Yeah, pretty much.  Let me explain this one, OK?"

"Alright, this should be a good one.  My brother has
turned into a tranny because he has to," Tisha said as
she folded her knees up on the bed and snuggled in
next to her teddy bears.  "What next?  Ellen DeGeneres
doing interracial gangbangs?"

"With some of the shit I've seen, I wouldn't be
surprised to see her doing it, with Portia de Rossi
the fluffer.  Let me explain this as quickly as
possible.  Now, up until about a year ago, everything
I've been telling you and mom has been pretty
accurate.  Yadda, yadda, yadda, basic training, blah
blah blah computer training, wah, wah, wah Okinawa.  I
was just thanking my lucky stars that good grades on
the Basic Skills test combined with some classic luck
of the draw had me in Japan as opposed to the Middle
East.  Then, one day in the shower, I see some officer
walk up to me, tell him to come at once and toss me a
towel to keep decent."

"What for?"

"Well, we're getting closer to my current appearance.
You know the family genes for thin, wiry builds,
especially among the men?"

"Yeah.  I know how our uncles are.  But what does that
have to do with anything?  Is the army making a he-she
army?"

"Get comfy, because this is going to be rich.  After
being yanked from the shower, I end up in this place
way out behind God's back to a meeting with a bunch of
guys who I thought were civilians, along with my
military escort and some other officer dude.  Anyway,
turns out the civilians work for what's commonly
called The Company."

"What Company?"

"THE company.  The CIA."

"Oh, that's some shit," Tisha said as she sat up.  "So
the CIA made you into a transsexual Halle Berry?  By
the way, stand up...I want to see what they did to ya."

"Yeah, that's pretty much the size of it," Storm said
as she climbed off the bed and stood in front of her
sister.  In the narrow bedroom, it became much more
obvious to Tisha how her brother had changed.  Her
breasts looked impossibly pneumatic as they almost
floated over her head.  While the tight, wiry frame
she was used to growing up, she didn't expect her
brother to be turned into a real-life comic book
heroine.  Even her, I mean, his, I mean, fuck it, her
brother's ass looked much more voluptuous than any she
could ever have, no matter how much weight she put on
or how well she worked out.

"Is all of that a part of you?"

"Courtesy of the American taxpayer, and I got the
thankfully small scars to prove it."

"OK, I gotcha.  But why all this?" Tisha said,
gesturing to Storm's body.

"Alright, here's the drill: a good chunk of American
spies are either closet cases or fans of transsexuals
like me.  It turns out that if you're good at being in
the closet about your sexuality, you'll be good at
other forms of living a double life.  Of course, then
the CIA can't use the same methods of spying on the
spies, and that's where I came in.  Apparently,
between the build and some, ahem, 'male attributes',
the CIA thought I would be a good person to check out
on these people, ya know, flirt with them, get into
relationships with them, and make sure they're playing
for the home team."

"They obviously aren't, especially if they're with
you.  I mean, don't they notice your hands?"

"He, he, funny," Storm said with a toss of her hair.
"My job was to make sure they weren't trying to sell
nuclear secrets to Al-Qaeda and stuff like that, not
that kind of home team.  Anyway, the first month was a
bitch.  Implants, silicone injections in the ass and
thigh, rib removal, facial feminization surgery, the
works.  Can I say Codeine IVs are better the Jesus?"

"Yeah, I bet.  I got some Tylenol with Codeine when I
broke my leg last year, remember?" Tisha said while
the two siblings broke into a laugh and ended up
slapping 5.

"Then after all that, there were the femininity
classes.  I had to act, dress, talk and generally
carry myself to be enough of a woman that I wouldn't
get beat on the street while making it obvious to the
open-minded set who I was.  And then there was anal
training..." Storm said before shivering in recoil,
looking up and putting her long-taloned hands over her
prodigious chest.  "Mine eyes have seen the glory of
the coming of the Lord..."

"Damn, that's some deep shit.  So how did you make it
here?"

"Alright," Storm said after taking a breath.
"Eventually, they informed me of my first target.  I
can't tell you what he was doing, but no one would
mistake this dude for James Bond, that's for true.
Anyway, I was planted in this club out in London to
meet up with him.  Being nervous about that whole sex
thing, I played hard-to-get for a bit, getting useful
info to my superiors and such, which was thankfully
good news.  Of course, at some point he was looking to
consummate the relationship, and, well, I ran.  I got
the hell out of Dodge, got in touch with my superior
and couldn't do it.  I mean..."

Storm took a deep breath, then wiped her eyes and ran
a hand through her platinum tresses.  "It's one thing
to be told this is what's going on, but when he
touched my leg and kissed my cheek, I mean...fuck
country at that point.  Everyone has their limit, ya
know?"

"Damn, I know that's some ill shit," Tisha said as she
gave Storm a hug, rubbing her arm and brushing her
hair out of her face.  "I can't believe all that
happened to you.  What did they do after that?  And
why did they choose you in the first place?"

"Well, because of the obvious physical stuff.  Heck,
before this, I had this regular local piece and a
female solider who performed some maintenance, if you
get my drift.  But after all this, it was kind of hard
to just go back to the base.  Officially, I was off
doing some special ops in Afghanistan, so I had to go
back as Storm to Okinawa to run some entertainment
agency for the troops, like setting up parties and
shows and stuff.  Meanwhile, it's kind of hard to
circulate on the base with all...this," Storm said as
she gestured to herself.  "I mean, if you're female in
the military, you aren't going to be seen too tough
with a female, especially one who looks like me.   I
was able to convince the brass to let me back home for
a visit, and here I am."

Tisha sat there in gap-jawed shock, amazed at the
story she heard.  Then she looked down at her new
sister, exchanged a look and knew that it was real.
She held her sister close, caressing her hair, feeling
a bit warm from the touch.  She shook her herself to
herself, then lifted her sister up against the bed on
the wall.

"So, what are your plans for being in the city?"

"Other than visit you, nothing much," Storm said.  "To
keep up appearances, I need to meet up with some
people during the day, but that's about it.  How's mom
doing?"

"She's OK.  Work at the hospital is the same ol' same
ol'."

"And how's the Applebee's?"

"Managing it is a bit of a pain, as usual," Tisha said
with a laugh.  "Though the wait staff is a bit
nervous, with the economy is biting into their tips."

"And classes?"

"Just one more year of the foolishness, ya know..."Tisha
replied.  "Hey, can I ask ya something?"

"Sure."

"Can I see your tits?"

"OK, let me get to my feet," Storm said.  She got her
balance on her platform heels, then reached behind her
neck to start the zipper down.  After managing it to
get it so far down, she reached behind her and pulled
it down the rest of the way.  Struggling a bit with
the tight leather, she pulled one arm, then the other
out of her suit, letting it drop to reveal a huge,
perfectly round and firm set of tits that didn't look
as fake as much as they did supernatural.  The massive
mammaries were almost the size of her head each, yet
seemed to defy gravity as they stood out in front of
her, with huge, almost black areolas the size of the
palm of her hand and smallish nipples.

"Hmmm..." Tisha said to herself as she reached out and
traced the areolas.  "Looks like you managed to get
boobs shaped like mine, except, well, perfect.  Even
the nipples look just like mine."

"I know," Storm said, unsteady on her high perch as
her sisters toyed with her breasts.  "They told me the
same thing after all the surgeries, that I must have
picked that up from you," she finished with a nervous
giggle.

"Really," Tisha said as she tried to heft a gravity-
defying breast in her hand out of curiosity.  Getting
up on her knees and looking at a nipple, she swirled
her tongue around it and gave it a suck, making Storm
sigh a bit.  She swirled her tongue around, then,
rocked back on her knees with a loud pop.

"Hey, I, I got a bit carried away.  You do look kind
of tasty there though.  Such nice skin."

"Thanks sis," Storm replied, blushing through her dark
skin.  "You know, it's kind of been a while, ya know.
Hey, can I see yours?"

"Why?"

"'Cause you seen mine, ya nut.  Besides, I haven't
seen yours since you were 7, and I still don't buy the
family resemblance thing."

"Alright, alright," Tisha said as she reached for the
bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head.
"Happy now?"

Storm brushed a few stray locks of hair out of her
face and looked down at her sister.  For such a thin
frame, she had more than a handful on her chest.  In
anything, the areolas she had were larger than her,
standing out in caramel on her two-toned skin.

"Yes, I am, my two-toned sis.  In fact, I might just
return the favor," Storm replied as she reached down
to pinch those nipples hard before pulling them.

"Hey, that hurt!" Tisha screamed in mock horror.

Storm stuck her tongue out at her in response.
"Chicken!"

"Speaking of chicken, did you really have that
surgery, um, what's your name now?"

"Storm," she replied.  "And yes, I did.  They just
went though the belly button, see?" she continued,
showing the small scar along the bottom of her navel
as she stretched out the skin of her ripped abs.

"How did they get those boobs up there then?"

"They told me they used a catheter to snake them up
into place, then inflated them.  It took me two go-
rounds to get me up to that size.  All the scars I
have is that and a couple on the bottom of my ass,
that's it."

"Really?  Lemme see."

Storm turned around to face her sister, the shelf of
her huge, rounded ass stretching her catsuit to the
max.  She reached down to unzip the suit over the rest
of her bac and ass, then stuck her thumbs into the
catsuit and the boyshorts underneath to pull the suit
down until it pooled around her feet.  She leaned on
the dresser next to her to step out of the catsuit,
kicked it to the side and stood there.

"Wow, they gave you a fatty there," Tisha said before
giving Storm's ass a smack and hearing it crack a bit
more than expected.  "Ain't it on the hard side
though?"

"Eh, you get used to it," Storm said.  "At least it
got the job done from my perspective, or maybe a bit
too well.  You'd be surprised how many dudes didn't
notice how hard it was during my brief spy adventures.
But look," she said as she gripped her cheeks and
raised them.  "I got a couple of lines down and the
base of these things.  See them?"

"Yeah," Tisha said as she leaned forward and traced
them out.  "Did it hurt when they did all that?"

"Mmmhmm, but at least it's good and healed up for
now," Storm said as she let go of her ass.  She then
turned around and said, "is there anything else you
want to...ooh, I'm sorry.  You OK?"

Storm looked down at her sis, and realized she
accidentally smacked the side of Tisha's face with her
dick.  She saw Tisha rub her cheek, dazed in response,
then her eyes bulge open as she realized what hit her.
She hefted up the thick, limp dick in one hand and the
balls in the other.  She looked down at Tisha weighing
her privates in her hands, her eyes glazing over, then
feeling those lips and tongue on her shaft, springing
them to life.  Soon, she felt Tisha's lips stretch
around her swollen head, the suction tugging at her
head and the feeling tugging at her brain.

She reached down with one hand to caress Tisha's hair
and the other to brace herself on the dresser.
Meanwhile, Tisha grabbed onto the the thick shaft and
dove onto that huge dick, sucking and coating the half
of it she was able to cram into her mouth.  She sucked
like a woman possessed, the thought of what a huge
dick could do making her pants wet as it hardened in
her mouth, making her gag and back off of each inch as
it grew in her mouth.  She stopped sucking for a bit
and pumped the huge hard shaft in her mouth as she
groaned in desire before swirling her tongue around
the plum-like head, making her sister shiver, before
sucking hard on the head and pulling off of it with a
loud pop.  Reaching up on her knees, she reached for
and grabbed a can of air freshener off the dresser.
She scrambled back down with thin breath, then placed
it side by side wityh the length organ she was just
fellating.

"Damn, you're big," Tisha gasped.  "Your headd
stretched past this can, and you're almost as thick.
What the fuck?  How did I miss this growing up?"

"A lot of modesty," Storm said in her lust-hazed mind.
Snapping back to reality, she recoiled a bit.  "Wait a
sec.  You just sucked my dick, right?"

"Yeah, I mean..."

"I know it's been a while and all, but still, I don't
wanna marry you on some West Virginia shit.  I mean..."

"Yeah, I feel ya," Tisha said as she lay back on the
bed.  "But it was just so big and tempting and so
close and...well, you see what happened, right?"

"True.  That did feel good.  But wait a sec, since I
got you here..."

"You buggin', right?"

"I mean...you got any condoms?  That'll cut down on the
freak show kid movement."

"Hold on," Tisha said as she nudged Storm out of the
way, dug through her panties and pulled out a box of
Magnum XXLs.  "If you're for real, use these."

Storm stood there for a moment rocking on her platform
heels, as her big head and little head battled it out
in her mind.  She looked down at her sister for a bit,
then almost snatched the box out of her hand, fishing
out a condom opening the wrapper and unfurling it on
her dick.

"Get. On.  All.  Fours."

She saw her sister get onto the bed on all fours, then
reached down to pull down her pants.  She got on one
knee behind her sister, holding onto her dick and
aiming it for that pussy.  After a bit of an assist,
she could feel the warmth envelop her tip.  Little by
little, she eased her way into the warm, wet walls,
feeling them squeeze with each stroke in and out.
Finally, she managed to hit bottom, and began to
slowly pump.  She got her rhythm going with long
strokes, steadying herself with one hand on her
sister's arched back.  Feeling herself a bit, she
wrapped her hands around her sister's hips, her talons
digging into her sister's flesh, her platinum tresses
beginning to stick to her as she started pumping in
abandon.  That wonderful, tight pussy was rubbing
against her so right, tugging at her, milking her in
response.  She could hear her sister moaning off in
the distance, each stroke making her want to go
harder, make her to come hard as the loud slap of
flesh hypnotized her.

"Jimmy!"

"Wh-what sis?" Storm said as she was broken out of her
trance.

"Phew!  I knew calling you that would get our
attention," Tisha said, almost out of breath.  "Hey,
can we change angles?  I'm hitting the wall with my
head here."

"Oh, OK.  Lay down lengthwise on the bed," Storm said
as she pulled out of Tisha, then got off the bed for
Tisha to straighten out.   She then climbed in between
Tisha's legs and pifted them up on her shoulders
before gently guiding herself into the opened, slick
gash between her sister's legs.  She pushed in all the
way to the bottom, then rocked back a bit on her knees
before starting to stroke out, htting the G-spot with
her huge member.  Storm looked down and just rocked
her hips back and forth, making her sister gasp in
pleasure.  She kept up the motion, loving the way that
cunt squeezed on her more and more until it went a-
flutter, coating her balls in a thick layer of juice.
She blindly groped out her sister's tits, rolling and
pinching the nipples and getting a yelp out of her as
she kept up that motion before stopping and bending
down to suck a nipple.

Taking off the legs off of her shoulders, she reached
down with one hand and rolled Tisha's swollen clit
between her fingers.  Feeling her coochie twitch
around her dick, she braced herself on her hand,
pulled out and slid down between Tisha's legs,
brushing aside sweat-matted clumps for her hair from
her face.  She swirled a tongue deep inside of that
warm, distressed cunt, swiping that juice into her
mouth before she started tickling the lips with the
tip of her tongue.  Swiping it back and forth, she had
to hold on to those hips to keep Tisha from popping
her in the mouth.  Hitting the clit, she flicks, then
circled, then sucked it into her mouth.  She gently
inserted her nails inside, swirling them around inside
of her before a couple of twitches of her fingers made
that twat explode, making her sister yelp a bit as she
dug into her nails and felt the juices collect into
the palm of her hand.  She rode out the orgasm, then
slowly eased her fingers out, taking one long last
lick of that swollen clit.

By instinct, she pulled her condom off of her slick
cock, then straddled her sister face and slipped it
into her mouth.  By instinct, Tisha sucked on it, then
turned to slide in more into her mouth once she
realized it was that huge dick that got her off.
Storm leaned over her sister, wrapped one lean arm
around her head and pumped her cock wit her other hand
until she exploded, flooding Tisha's mouth with cum.
She finally felt the sexual tension start to release
as she flooded her sister's mouth with cum as she
swallowed, then started to back off as she felt
herself slowing to a drip.  She release her sister,
step off of the bed, then sliding down to the floor
sitting, her legs bent almost in half at the knees.

"I can't...I mean, um, damn..."

"What, Storm?"

"I can't believe I fucked my sister," she said in a
daze.  "That's some shit, huh?"

"Well, I can't believe my brother now looks like my
sister super hero sister, tells me the Feds turned him
into this, accidentally slaps me with the biggest dick
I'm seen in person, which I then proceed to fuck out
of a lust haze," Tisha said as she sat up on the bed.
"I think I have you beat."

"OK," Storm said as she wiped the hair out of her
face, then tried to straighten out her frizzy, sweaty
blonde tresses.  "Tell ya what.  Where's your
cellphone?"

"Hold on," Tisha said as she pulled her shirt down
over her ass, then walked out the room.  "Here you
go," Tisha said when she returned with the phone,
reaching down to her sister.

"Alright," Storm said as she took the phone and keyed
in her cell phone number.  "I saved my number on here.
Got any plans for tonight?"

"No, why?"

"Call me in a couple of hours at the number I keyed
in.  I'll have a car sent out for you.  We'll go
someplace nice.  It's the least I can do for violating
you, and we can actually talk."

"Yeah.  Can I say this shit is still weird?"

"That you may.  Got any spare clean sheets or towels
or something?  I need to take a shower."

"One moment shemale Barbie," Tisha said as she walked
out to find some sheets.  Meanwhile, Storm crawled
over to her bag she casually tossed on the floor and
fished out her phone.

"Hello?  Yes.  It's Storm Weathers.  Could you send
over a car to the last place you dropped me at?  How
long?  OK, I'll be ready by then.  Thanks, bye."

Tisha looked down at her naked sister talking on the
phone.  "Storm Weathers, eh?  Real original.  How
original is that?"

"As original as me tacklin' yo' ass!" Storm said as
she playfully tackled her sister onto the bed, then
smothered her a bit with a pillow.  She looked around
for the sheets, then picked up the towels Tisha
brought into the room.  "That's for the sheets."

"You're welcome...for me not to kick you in the balls!"

Storm stuck her tongue out at Tisha, then gathered the
sheets tight to her and walked towards the bathroom
from her youth.

"Do you remember where the bathroom is LITTLE BOY!"

"Fuck you Tisha!"

"Ya just did, remember?" Tisha said with a boisterous
laugh.

***

Tisha sat at the table in the restaurant waiting for
her sister.  Since Storm took her cab back to the
hotel, she did have the presence of mind of fix her
hair, styling her honey brown tresses into a nice bob.
She kept her makeup fairly simply, a muted burgundy
shade painted on her lips.  As she sat there sipping
on her glass of water, she was thankful for the basic
black later dress she had on, but wonderful if her
choice of undergarments was fair.  She then looked up
to see what had to have been her sister in the
distance.  Herr hair looked so light, it almost glowed
in the soft restaurant light.  The ice blue PVC
catsuit she wore clung and revealed as much as it
covered, with the zipper not even making to her navel
and her huge tits framed by the synthetic material.
She wore suede boots the same color with 6 inch
stiletto heels and accessorized nicely with a small
bronze lame purse and large hoops earrings.

"Hey sis!" Storm said as she reached out her hand."

"Hey, uh, Storm," Tisha said as she reached out her
hand.  "I gotta get used to that name."

"Highly understandable.  Did you get a chance to look
at the menu?"

"Nah, I figure I'd let you guide.  Besides, I'm ticked
they don't have those all-you-can-eat mozzarella
sticks."

Storm said, "hey, Applebee's isn't pumping weight on
the block, right?  Besides, as a part of this whole
thing, I have to maintain a certain image."  Storm
then pulled out a chair and had a seat at the table.

"So...what are you doing out in NYC these days?"

"Well, right now, it looks like I'm a high-falutin'
USO rep, but unfortunately Bob Hope is dead," Storm
said as she ran a hand through her hair.  "I spend the
productive part of my day dealing with agents to get
the big acts out on the various bases out in Okinawa
and South Korea.  Tomorrow, I got this long ass
meeting with Chris Lighty and the good people at
Violator Management.  Other times, I fly out to
various spots in East Asia to talk concerts and stuff.
It's not what I signed up for, but when I consider the
alternative, I'm proud to be an industry..."

"Chill out!  You know you ain't got no sense saying
that in mixed company," Tisha said.

"Hush up, bland food pusher, and look at the menu to
see if there's anything you like."

"Alright, alright," Tisha said as she picked up the
menu and scanned for what we wanted to order.

"Nice dress by the way," Storm said.  "You do clean up
nice."

"Aww, thanks sweetheart.  And what's with your look?"

"For one, the American taxpayer won't pay for anything
calmer.  Besides, remember what I was supposed to end
up as.  Does that sound like something I'd end up in
staid clothes for?"

"Good point," Tisha said as the waiter arrived.
"Hmm...what do I want to order?"

***

The two siblings had themselves a nice meal out,
sitting around, flashing back to old times.  The meal
was worth every penny, and the top-notch wine was
loosening up some minds.

"This is some great wine," Tisha said as she let the
nectar linger on her tongue before swallowing.  "How
did you manage to swing this again?"

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you," Storm
deadpanned, to much laughter.  "Besides, in order to
run in the circles I hang in now, I had to learn a few
things."

"I see your point.  It's just hard to just not, ya
know, drink it/"

"Been there, done that, and unfortunately don't have
the requisite substitute hoochie-wear to sub for the
t-shirt."

Tisha nervously giggled for a bit, then looked down at
the table.  "Storm, um, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what's up sis?"

Tisha audibly sighed, then said "I've been thinking
about this afternoon.  I mean, it's kind of bugged,
ain't it?  I didn't mean for things to happen like
that."

"Neither did I.  I mean, think of all the times we've
been naked and half-naked around each other over the
years..."

"...when you looked a lot different than now!" Tisha
said with a laugh.

"True, true.  All I did was show off my small surgery
scars, accidentally hit you with my stuff, then you
lost it, then I lost since times have been hard in the
yard, if you get my drift, and there we are.  For lack
of a better word, shit happened.  I mean, I like my
non-Appalachian dating practices, and heck, failing
that, you can't divorce relatives, so why go that
deep, ya know?"

"True.

"But I would like to divorce cousin Rob, that fucking
idiot.  How is he doing?"

Tisha bent over, trying to suppress a laugh.  "Chill
out!  You're gonna make me squirt wine out my nose."

"But you see my point?  It happened; we won't forget
it, big deal.  The worst that'll happen is that I've
turned ya into a size queen."

"Who you tellin'?" Tisha said as she rolled her eyes
and giggled.  "B-but I do want to ask you a favor
though.  I mean, if you don't want to do it, it's OK,
but..."

"What is it?"

"Well, I don't want to make this sound like a bigger
deal than this is, but this afternoon was fun.  I
mean, I don't want, uh, what you said earlier, but,
um, I mean..."

"What?"

"I want you to fuck me up the ass," Tisha said in a
rushed whisper.  "There, I said it.  I know you're my
brother and all, but I've never had something as big
as you, and I've never did it, um, back there.  I
figure if I wanted to try it, so I mind as well try it
with someone I trust right?"

Storm sat there for a moment, then took a sip of her
wine.  "I guess.  I mean, it's been a while, and it
wouldn't hurt..."

Tisha kicked Storm under the table, then unzipped her
purse and opened it up.  Looking inside, she saw a
tube of K-Y Jelly lying on top.  She flashed storm a
look, then flashed a wide smile.  Storm replied with a
shrug of the shoulders and a tilt of her head.

"Check please."

Luckily, a waiter was close by to take her hastily
fished-out card.  The wait for the receipt to come
back seemed forever, so she just gave a large tip to
get out of Dodge and out to get a cab.  The siblings
were lucky enough to get a cab as soon as they got out
of the restaurant, and sat together wordlessly on the
short ride back to Storm's hotel, afraid to break the
mood.  They both exited out of the cab gingerly, then
walked slowly across the lobby to the bank of
elevators.  As Storm pressed the up button for the
elevator, Tisha pulled up behind her, then silently
followed Storm into the elevator, where she pressed
the button for the floor.

"That was weird," Storm said with a smile, and Tisha
replied with a nod of the head.  "I never thought I'd
be trying to walk across around a hotel lobby with my
sister."

"And I'd never thought my brother would have tits like
these," Tisha said as she reached into the cleavage
and felt the huge tits defy gravity in her cleavage.
Little by little, she slid her hands into Storm's
dress, toying with her nipples and making her gasp.
She only stopped when the bell went off for their
floor.

Straightening themselves up, Storm led Tisha to her
hotel room and, after a bit of a hunt for the room
key, let them both in.  The first view was of the
lights of the city shining like stars through the
floor to ceiling windows.    Once the light went on,
the expansive layout was revealed.  From the huge
closets to the plush king-sized bed, to the living
area and a bathroom, all appointed with cool, modern
style with metallic finishes, it seemed to match Storm
while making her sister feeling out of place.

"Nice room you got there," Tisha said.

"Thanks.  I noticed it had a nice view when I checked
in."

"So...uh, want to have a seat?"

"Yeah...OK."

Storm walked over to place her purse on the nightstand
closest to her, while Tisha sat down straight up on
the bed, her knees and feet together and her bag on
her lap.  Storm walked over to her sister, towering
over her in her heels and stood there wordlessly,
trying to figure out a best way to get everything
started.

"So, um, Tisha."

"Yes?"

"What, I mean, how are we going to do this?"

Tisha looked out in front of her and saw that the
zipper on her sister's catsuit extended down through
her crotch.  She reached out, peeled down the zipper
and revealed a lacy pair of baby blue panties.
Stopping to think for a moment, she licked the front
of those panties, feeling that huge dick pulse and
smelling its scent.  She grabbed the gusset, then
pulled it to the side, watching that huge cock and
balls drop to view.  She licked her lips as the
panties now formed a baby blue band around such a
huge, thick chocolate bar.  Finally, she lifted it up,
titled her head to the side and took it in her mouth,
moving her head from one side to the other before
going back up.  She kept up with the momentum, trying
to get it hard in her mouth, stroking it with both
hands as she thought about how it would feel in her
ass.  Finally, she steeled herself and started milking
that huge dick with her mouth, holding on to the base
with both hands as the thickening shaft strained her
grip.  She closed her eyes and enjoyed the taste of
that dick in her mouth, feeling it pulse and harden
into a huge weapon that was destined to open up her
ass to a level she's always wanted.

She reached down into her purse and fished out the
metallic tube of lube.  Pulling her head off the dick
and surprising short of breath, she uncapped the tube,
dropped a dollop in the palm of her hands, then rubbed
her hands together to warm it up.   She rubbed the
huge dick from base to tip, hearing her sister gasp as
she twisted her hands over the sensitive head.  When
she was finished, it was all she could to eat the
slick chocolate flesh, but she crawled up on the bed,
got on all fours pointed towards the head and pulled
up the back of her dress to her ass.

"Hmm, missy...what were you planning on doing if I said
no?" Storm said as she got on her knees behind Tisha
on the bed.

"Use that Pledge can I measured you with earlier."

"Really, now?" Storm said as she pulled a round ass
cheek open, revealing her tight, tiny asshole.  "You
sure you're ready for this?"

"Mmmhmm," Tisha said as she bit her lip and braced
herself.

Storm aimed her hard dick for the tight asshole with
one hand and gently pushed, grateful that it managed
to yield open that much.  She took the time to ease it
up Tisha's ass, relishing how tight it managed to grab
onto her as she slid in.  When she finally bottom, she
kept her hips absolutely still, knowing that it was
going to take Tisha some time to adjust herself down
there.  She used one hand to tickle that clit with her
nails, loving the twitching on her hard dick that she
felt.  She gently scratched those lower lips with her
long talons before grabbing onto Tisha's hips and
slowly starting to move.  With those first few small
strokes, Tisha began to shake and moan uncontrollably,
her ass trying to grip the huge dick as much as she
could.  As she managed to finally get up to full
strokes, Storm felt her sister loose it beneath her,
cumming hard seemingly every few strokes.  Her
momentum driving her shoulders into the bed.

Tisha felt a hand on her shoulder pull her up onto her
elbows, as her body became a ball of pure energy.  She
felt herself getting impaled on her sister's huge dick
over and over, the massive stretching from the sheer
fullness and friction playing her nerves perfectly.
She felt herself trying to squeeze her ass muscle
against the invading member, but to no use as a pair
of hands attacked her nipples and clit simultaneously,
eliciting a primal wail from between her legs.  She
felt herself finally begin to leave her body, her
orgasms driving her to a more than little death, then...

The sound of the water running into the sink brought
her back to.  Storm had the door open as she poured
some of the hotel's body wash on a washcloth, then
lathered it up and cleaned her boy parts from the sex.
Her tip was still sensitive, so she moved gingerly to
avoid feeling the sting of the fabric.

"Uh...Storm," Tisha sleepily said.  "Where are you?"

"In the bathroom.  I'm cleaning up myself after you
passed out."

"Wh-what happened?" Tisha said as she managed to roll
onto her back and sit up slightly.

"Apparently, I did something right.  You passed out
cold, and I was kind of freaked out as to what to do.
I figure the smart thing to do is to pull out and
start cleaning myself up."

"Oh," Tisha replied, as she finally felt what a gaping
hole her asshole had became.  She reached down with a
finger between her legs and tried to feel out her
asshole.  She tried to clench down on her finger with
her ass, but it wouldn't touch all around, though two
seemed to be sufficient enough for her purposes.
"Damn, I'm gaping.  Will I be OK?"

"Oh, you'll be fine, sis," Storm said as she wet the
wash cloth against to begin to rinse the soap off of
her.  "A night of sleep, and it'll be back to normal."

"Ok...um, mind if I sleep here tonight?" Tisha said as
she sat up on the edge of the bed.

"Sure, sis.  I don't have to be down to the office
until 11 or so.  Maybe we can go out for some
breakfast."

"Alright," Tisha said.  Finally getting her bearings,
she stood up and staggered the long distance to the
bathroom, regretting the decision to wear even 2 inch
heels.  She walked into the airy bathroom to see a
sweat-glazed Storm, her translucent hair now frizzy
and out of place, her hands making sure to get the
last of the soap off of her still hard dick.

"How's it going there, sis of mine?"

"OK, just finishing up with the clean up."

"Hey, did you cum in the midst of all that?"

"Not really.  I kind of freaked out after you passed
out.  I mean yeesh, you're still my sister, despite
the events of the past few hours, ya know?"

Tisha shook her head as if still in a daze, then
shuddered with the aftershock of an orgasm.  "Whew,
that was wild."

"I take it that you enjoy anal?"

Tisha nodded her head.  "I think I did.  All I know is
that, wow, that's some shit."

Storm took the time to laugh at her sister at her
fate, shimming a bit and waving her dick a bit.

"You're a trip, ya know?"

"Thank you, thank you," Storm replied before sticking
her tongue out at her sister.

"Hey, did you ever cum?"

"No...why do you keep asking?"

Tisha stood up straight as an idea popped into her
head.  "Just sit down on the toilet seat and close
your eyes.  I'll be back."

Storm did as she was told, figuring that whatever her
sister was going to do would cure the dull ache in her
balls.  She closed her eyes and leaned back a bit, her
dick feeling impossibly tall out of her crotch.  Soon,
she heard the click of heels on the tile, then the
warmth of her sister's body between her legs.  Then,
she felt warm, slick hands grip her dick, sliding
slowly up and down, twisting at the tip.  Little by
little, then tugged at her dick more forcefully,
pulling her dick more closely to horizontal to the
floor.  The strokes shortened up, concentrating on her
tip as she felt her cum being tugged up through her
dick.  Deciding to not firs the feeling, she lifted up
her hips and let go, her cum pouring through her
sister's fingers and onto the floor, with a few drops
going back onto the shaft.  As she felt herself
finally start to come down, she felt Tisha's tongue
lick off the last bits of cum from her shaft.

"That was good, sis.  I needed that," Storm said as
she sat up.  "Did you use the lube for jacking me
off?"

"Mmmhmm," Tisha said.  "Figure it was the least I
could do for you making me pass out."

"Thanks," Storm said as she reached down to undo the
buckles on her heels.  "I think you just made me wanna
sleep.  Can you toss a pillow off the bed for me?"

"What?  Is someone afraid of a little incest?" Tisha
said to a big chuckle.

"Hey, it's been fun, but I'm not planning on making
this a regular thing, alright?"

"OK,' Tisha said in a faux-lusty whisper.  "But you
know you could make me your sex slave...for life!"

"Hush," Storm said as she struggled to remove her
boots from one, then the other leg.  "Besides, I still
need to sleep.  But I still love you though.  Lemme
peck your cheek," she said as she gave a big wet smack
of Tisha's cheek before stepping over her.

"Eww...gross, ya weirdo!"

Storm chucked to herself as she wound her way out of
the skin-tight catsuit.  When she finally got it off
of her, she let it drop to the floor, then walked over
to her closet to fish out the spare blanket.  "C'mon,
Tisha.  I really need to sleep."

"Alright," Tisha said as she finally got to her feet.
She walked over to Storm and gave her a warm hug.  The
two siblings then went to get themselves ready for
bed, Tisha on the bed and Storm on the couch.

"You sure you're OK on the couch, sis?  I mean, I'm
still new to this sis biz, but still..."

"Chill out, Tish.  You're my guest," Storm said as she
pulled the blanket over her.

"Look, I know today's been weird, but you're still
flesh and blood alright?"

"Tisha, Tisha, you worry too much!" Storm said as she
walked over to her sister, then tucked her in and gave
her a peck on the cheek.  "I've done this enough
times, right?  Just think of tonight as something we
can use to blackmail each other with," Storm finished
with a laugh.

"Like that wonderful classy lady you snuck into the
house back in high school, right?"

"Goodnight Tisha," Storm said as she jumped back onto
the couch and pulled the blanket over her.  She let
out a little chuckle before settling back into a nice,
relaxing sleep.

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