What to Do with Darla

"You think so?" Darla asked. She wasn't sure where Jay was going with this. "How come you don't want to do anything?"

"Well, uh, I just don't want to use you like that. I'm not going to lie, I've been thinking about it. I mean, you just caught me thinking about it a minute ago and I feel guilty enough about that. If we slept together, I'm not sure I could even look you in the eyes again. That's not even mentioning Mom. Have you thought about that?" he asked.

Darla sighed. She had thought about that. "Mom doesn't care much about me either way. She'll just scream at me like she always does, no matter what I do. I wish you wouldn't feel guilty. Don't you know how you make me feel? I just want to share everything with you, sex is just kinda part of that, I guess. Why do you think that's using me?"

"Because you're my little sister. I'm supposed to look out for you, take care of you. I don't think it would be right to have sex with you. Wouldn't it mess with your head?"

"You think I'm just silly and horny, and just want to fuck because that's what I do, right? I'm not just a stupid little nympho, I've thought about it. You were just jerking off thinking about me, wouldn't it feel better to actually have me? You can, I want you to," Darla said.

Laying back and closing his eyes, Jay found his resistance failing, though not totally gone. "Can we at least sleep on it, Darla? If we do this, we can't undo it, you know? I don't want you to regret anything."

Darla found it hard to believe that her brother had the willpower to resist her advances. She, herself, felt like she was just about on fire with lust. Groaning, she lay back as well. "Fine, but you're thinking about it too much. I don't know why you want to torture me like this."

Looking out of the corner of his eye, Jay couldn't help but see Darla's chest rise and fall with her breathing as she pouted. The nightgown was thin, it wasn't hard to imagine what was underneath, especially considering he had just seen it a moment ago. Who was torturing who here?

The truth was that Jay did think that his sister was probably a silly little nympho. She acted on her impulses and worried about the consequences later. Sure, she'd been acting quite a bit different lately but he didn't want this to turn out to be something that she woke up crying about. The more he thought about it, Jay figured that he would probably be the one to end up crying. Fantasizing about his sister was one thing, but if they actually acted that fantasy out, wouldn't that drastically change their lives? He tried his best to explain his reservations to Darla while she lay beside him and tried to understand where he was coming from.

It was frustrating not getting what she wanted exactly when she wanted it, but Darla ceased her pouting and listened to Jay. It was kind of nice, laying there and being able to talk about the most intimate of things. No where near as nice as actually doing them, but if it made Jay feel better, then waiting was what she was willing to do. She doubted that she'd end up wanting him any less, though. If they waited too long, she was afraid that Jay might have a stroke or something. Darla had never heard anyone whine so much at the prospect of sex.

*****

"What the heck is going on in here?" Phylis asked. She had just come home after working sixteen hours to a bewildering sight. Her daughter was in the kitchen standing over something that was obviously burning up on the stove.

Darla dropped a lid on the flame-filled pan. "I'm making breakfast."

"Making breakfast or burning the house down?" Phylis asked, walking over to the stove.

"Relax. I was flash roasting some onions and peppers for an omelet. They do it at the restaurant all the time. See, look," she said lifting the lid, "now just add a few eggs and the onions kind of melt into it and the peppers are nice and soft."

Phylis watched Darla pour some whisked eggs from a bowl into the pan before turning her attention to the table. It was set for two. "Did you have someone stay over or something?" she asked.

"No. I just thought I'd make something nice for Jay since he'd rather starve than actually cook anything. I didn't know when you'd be home, but there's enough for all of us," Darla said.

Phylis was skeptical. Darla wasn't ever awake when she came home from work nor had the girl ever cared much about feeding her brother. "What did you do?"

"What do you mean?" Darla asked, flipping her omelet.

"I mean something smells fishy. You must feel guilty about something or you wouldn't be cooking for your brother. Or me, for that matter. Did you sneak out last night and see Mark?" Phylis asked.

Here she was trying to do something nice, and her mother assumed the worst. Darla turned with spatula in hand, ready for battle. At the last second, she was somehow able to hold back what would normally be a vicious assault, verbally speaking. "You know what? I'm not seeing Mark anymore. I'm making this for Jay because he listens to me and takes me seriously and just doesn't think I'm stupid and wrong all the time."

Phylis decided that she was too tired to fight, especially since it wasn't clear at the moment what there was to fight about. "Alright, alright. I guess if you want him to take you seriously then cooking for him's a good start. Is he up?"

Jay happened to be awake, having been roused a few minutes previously by Darla. Though he was happy about breakfast, being woken up at seven in the morning when he didn't have work or school was less than exciting. He'd stayed up half the night talking with his sister, and he certainly didn't expect her to be up so early. After throwing on some clothes, he stumbled out into the kitchen.

Phylis had just dug into her omelet, nodding her approval as she swallowed. "This is good, Darla. Are you sure you're not trying to get on our good side? Trying to talk your brother into something?"

Darla hadn't prepared the meal just to listen to her mother stick her nose in to guess the reason why. "Don't worry, Mom. I know it's impossible to talk him into doing something he doesn't want to do. Look, I'm just trying to do something nice. If you don't want to eat it, then don't," she said, sliding Jay's food onto his plate from the pan.

"It's too early in the morning to listen to you two argue. Darla, thank you for the omelet. It looks great. Morning, Mom," Jay said.

"Good morning," Phylis said. She smiled. "Now I think you're both up to something, giving your sister a compliment."

"Maybe we are," Jay said. "How's your breakfast? Taste good? Go ahead, finish it."

"Yeah, I made it special," Darla added.

"What are you trying to tell me here? Am I gonna look out in the back yard and see a big hole or what? You're not gonna get rid of me that easy. Shoulda seen what I had for lunch last night," Phylis said. Undeterred, she continued eating.

Breakfast was finished without any deaths or arguments and Phylis went off to her bedroom for a well deserved sleep. Jay cleared the table while Darla prepared to wash the dishes. "I should have waited until Mom came home and went to sleep. She makes things weird," Darla said.

"Oh come on, she didn't do anything. I think she was happy that you made her breakfast. Things were pretty weird between just you and I anyway, I don't think Mom had anything to do with it," Jay said.

"I don't think it's that weird," Darla mumbled, watching hot water fill the sink. She didn't know what she was thinking, exactly. Jay had told her the night before that they should sleep on 'it'. In the back of her mind, Darla was hoping that her brother would wake up and be madly in love with her or something. Instead, he seemed to be acting about like he always did.

"What was that?" Jay asked, dropping silverware into the sink. He wished that his sister had some sort of a level emotional setting. Sometimes it seemed like she just picked a random feeling and dialed the power up to the max.

"Nothing," she said, vigorously scrubbing a plate that didn't need to be scrubbed.

"Are you mad about last night? I mean, I thought we had a pretty good talk about it," Jay said.

"No."

Jay wrinkled his brow as he studied Darla. He had come awfully close the night before to throwing all conventions out of the window and just fucking her brains out. They had parted on friendly terms, both deciding it might not be a bad idea to see if the feeling would pass. Now, as she stood there pouting, Jay was finding her incredibly attractive. Perhaps by trying to put off his sexually deviant cravings, it was making him want her even more. The feeling had not passed, in other words.

"Are you mad because I didn't mention that I noticed that you wore your hair down this morning, probably just for me? Or are you mad that I haven't told you how much I love you yet today? I just woke up a little while ago, you'll have to forgive me," he said.

Darla paused in mid-scrub, and a small grin appeared on her lips. She couldn't put her finger on why she was feeling as frustrated as she was, but what Jay just said gave her that little flutter in her chest again. "I'm not mad," she said, without turning.

"Good," Jay said. Then he did something that he never did before. He bent down and kissed Darla on her temple. "Thank you for breakfast."

Now, Darla felt her knees buckle. Her damn brother had just taken about twenty seconds and turned her into a pile of jelly. She was going to end up being horny all day and it wasn't even her fault. The only thing that kept her from jumping him right there was that he had caught her off guard and her hands were in dishwater.

"Jay," she whined quietly, cocking her head to the side. "You kissed me."

It was amusing in a way, Jay decided. Like turning the dial on the radio. He had just changed from the sad and mopey station to one that sounded sultry and inviting. He hadn't intended to kiss Darla, that just sort of happened. There were a bunch of things that were just sort of happening, for that matter. An amazing lack of discipline was one. He had managed to keep his hands off of his sister the night before when she was naked in his bedroom, but it wasn't certain for how much longer he'd be able to resist the urge.

"I know," he said, leaving the kitchen.

Jay retreated to his bedroom, feeling guilty and a little sick inside. Lust was a heck of a thing. He wasn't religious or a member of the morality police, but this was something that Jay was struggling with. Most probably, he thought, it would be a losing struggle if Darla showed any interest at all in consummating their developing (and unholy) relationship again.

Before Jay was able to come up with any more reasons as to why he was a bad person, Darla appeared. She stepped in from the hall and closed his door behind her. "You can't just say stuff like that and walk away," she said, slowly walking toward him. "Does that mean you thought about it?"

Jay found his sister's arms pulling her body tight against his and couldn't deny the temptation. He returned the embrace and kissed Darla hard on the lips. She began to moan softly into his mouth as his hands massaged the curves of her butt. After a moment, Jay broke the kiss and stared into his sister's eyes with their foreheads touching.

"Please don't tell me you wanna stop," Darla whispered.

"No. Mom's probably not even asleep yet."

"Then we'll be quiet," she told him, going back in for a long, slow kiss.

When it was time for them to come up for a breath of air, Jay went over and locked his door. He at least wanted to have a fighting chance to hide what he and his sister were up to just in case their mother came snooping around for some reason. When he turned back from the door, he saw that Darla was just kicking off her jeans, leaving her completely naked except for her socks. Darla may have had many shortcomings, but she was exceptionally quick at getting undressed.

The night before, Jay had seen his sister in the nude and it had taken his breath away. In the daylight, she was stunning. She lifted her head to catch her brother's stare and held out her arms to reach for him. There wasn't anything shy about Darla but her smile. She didn't tan well, and it being the middle of winter, her skin was pale and smooth save for a few scattered freckles about her shoulders. There was also the pink, of course. The soft pink of her nipples and aureoles pointing straight out from the luscious mounds of her breasts. The size of them might turn out to be a problem in forty years, but for now they were gorgeous.

Jay walked over to his sister and she pulled his shirt up and over his head. Darla had seen her brother naked the night before, as well, if you didn't count him wearing his boxers around his knees. His skin was a shade darker than hers, though he shared the same freckles around his shoulders. His shoulders were broad, as was his chest that had a bit more hair on it that what she preferred, but she wasn't all that picky, really. He wasn't ripped like a bodybuilder, but Jay's muscles were fairly well-defined. Even though he seemed to live on junk food, he was also reasonably trim.

Darla hadn't ever really noticed her brother's body until recently. She never had reason to give it any serious study until she began to wonder what it would be like to sleep with him. As Jay pulled off his pants, it was ever so satisfying to take the full sight of him in. He was fully erect and pretty large, in Darla's eyes. Not a monster like you'd see in one of those internet videos, nor a skinny, little pencil prick like that one guy back in high school. His pubic hair was trimmed short, and his scrotum was shaved. She reached around his body, cupping his ass cheeks and squeezing their bodies together.

"You look so perfect, Jay," she said.

Jay chuckled nervously. He hadn't been thinking much about how he looked and if he didn't know any better, he would have thought that Darla was joking. As it was, she seemed pretty serious.

"Not anything like you," he whispered.

Still locked in embrace, they took the few steps over to the bed in unison and flopped down. Jay was on his back while Darla straddled him, her fabulous tits too close to his face for him to resist taking a nipple into his mouth. They both hummed with satisfaction as she reached down to grasp his cock and raised her hips slightly. With the alignment right, she allowed gravity to slowly join them together. Darla was more than ready for her brother, her slick pussy sliding over his erection until he was fully inside of her.

"Oh my god, Darla," Jay hissed.

Masturbation was fine, it served its purpose. Sex always felt great, and with this first penetration he was reminded how wonderful the sensation was to make love to a woman. This, of course, wasn't just any woman, it was his little sister. And he couldn't believe how great it felt.

Darla began to kiss her brother's neck and to grind on his cock slowly. He ran his hands up and down her back before coming to a rest on her hips, his touch soft and light. A tiny bit of beard stubble tickled her chin as she kissed her way up Jay's neckline to find his lips. She could feel herself already building toward climax as their bodies synced in a steady rhythm. It normally took her much longer before she felt like she was anywhere close to having an orgasm, but there was something about being with Jay that heightened her senses. She felt like there was some sort of special connection, so to speak, and it was amazing.

While they rocked together slowly, and steadily, Jay couldn't help but notice the passion on his sister's face. He was feeling it, too. As she moved above him, kissing him, with her hair falling about her face and her breasts brushing against his chest with the motion of her body, Jay's first thought was that Darla was most probably the most beautiful creature in the world. The most beautiful that he'd ever seen, anyway.

When Darla straightened and began to increase the speed in which she was riding Jay, he found it terribly exciting. Her face was contorted in pleasure, biting her bottom lip in the peculiar, shy way that she had before. They both were breathing heavy at that point, and Jay could last no longer. He increased his grip on his sister's hips, helping her move up and down on his cock while he began to cum.

Darla didn't so much feel the rush of cum from her brother at first, but she certainly could tell that he was cumming. His body language pretty much gave that away. It was then that she felt the added warmth and wetness coating them both and her own orgasm began to grip her. It was all that she could do to keep from screaming, but she managed to ride it out with only a series of high pitched whimpers.

When the jolting pleasure of Darla's orgasm subsided, she laid her head down beside Jay's on his pillow, leaving her body partially covering his. He cradled his arms around her and they kissed while their bodies cooled down a bit. Darla enjoyed being held like that, and kissed like that, it was a tenderness that really struck a nerve.

"You're so gentle, Jay. I love you," she whispered.

Jay knew that Darla was talking about a serious, real love. It was scary to think that his sister was in love with him. Perhaps made even more scary because he knew that he was in love with her, too. He tried not to think about how hot and twisted that was and what they had just done before he answered.

"I love you, too, Darla," Jay said with a long exhale. He brushed a lock of hair from her cheek and rested a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry I was so mean to you for so long. I should have been there for you, I'm ashamed of myself."

"Jay, you were always here for me. You said a lot of mean things, but I did, too. There's a lot of things I did that I wish I never did."

"Is this one of them?" Jay asked.

"No," Darla replied. "I've never felt like this. I don't really know what's happening. It's like I'm all squishy inside."

"Squishy?" Jay wondered. "You 'prolly are. I mean, if we cut you open, I imagine it would be pretty squishy in there."

Darla poked him softly in the chest. "You know what I mean...don't you?"

"Yeah." He knew exactly what she meant.

*****

After Darla's and Jay's inhibitions had broken down and they had made love that morning, they decided to get out of the house. They didn't really feel like doing much other than laying in bed together all day, but they thought it would be awfully hard to explain to their mother if the woman happened to wake up. It seemed like they had gotten away with what they had already done and didn't want to press their luck.

The day was still quite young and with the lack of a better plan, the two hit the ice skating rink. It was a spur of the moment idea of something to do, while driving by, they saw that it was open and decided to give it a shot. They hadn't been skating since they were much younger and they regarded it as a silly way to waste some time. Luckily, despite their obvious lack of skills, Darla and Jay kept from breaking any bones. After they hung their skates up, they decided to grab some lunch.

"You've been awfully quiet. Are you okay?" Jay asked.

Darla had been quiet, for her anyway. She seemed happy enough, smiling, giggling, just that her ceaseless chatter was absent.

"I'm fine," she replied, nibbling on a French fry. "What are we going to do?"

"I was thinking about going home. Maybe laying around on the couch for awhile," Jay said.

"I mean about us, Jay. Are we gonna be like together or what?" she asked.

Having thought about it some, Jay wanted to be careful in answering the question. "I wanna be. I don't think we can let anyone know, though. What do you think?"

Darla didn't think that announcing their incestuous affair to the world was something that either one of them wanted. Dealing with the fallout would be terrible. Their mother would die of embarrassment and people would think that there was something wrong with them. Maybe there was, she didn't know. What she did know was that her feelings for Jay amounted to something much deeper than a lustful itch that needed to be scratched. She let her brother know exactly what she thought.