big plans of sleeping in

can i just say how much the revival has made me grateful for season 7. like, asp was going to have rory get pregnant at 22, which would have honestly been the most heartbreaking ending i could think of for rory- a major part of her characterization is that she didn’t want to end up like lorelai, yes she loves lorelai, yes she respects lorelai and appreciated all the sacrifices lorelai made for her, but she didn’t want the life lorelai had. lorelai is exactly where she’s supposed to be- in stars hollow, with the inn, with luke- but rory wanted more. rory wanted to be christiane amanpour, she wanted to travel, see the world, do things, which was a major part of her turning down logan’s proposal because she wanted a ‘wide open future’. how the hell would she have gotten that with a baby? that’s the  worst thing- like, you will become your parents whether you like it or not. and logan, too- he becomes mitchum, lives out his huntzberger preordained life, the life he desperately didn’t want, without even being told he has a child. at least in the revival rory is 32, she’s done stuff, she’s lived, but geez, that’s still a crappy ending for the girl who wanted to be christiane amanpour.

Road Trip with Julie

It all started when Grandma decided to give me her car.

I’d overheard Mom talking with Grandma on the phone. After the call, Mom came into the living room and gave Dad and I the good news: Now that Grandma was moving into a retirement community, she was giving up driving and she had decided to give her car to me.

I was ecstatic. I had been secretly hoping for this and I really needed the car. I was driving a 10-year-old Ford with about 150K miles on it. That was ok for getting back and forth to high school, which was only about four or five miles away. But next fall, I’d being going to college and the round-trip commute was nearly 50 miles a day. The Ford did ok in good weather, but in the ice and snow it sometimes stalled and didn’t handle so well. It was a just matter of time until the Ford would need a big expensive repair and I’d have to get rid of it.

Grandma had a Honda that was less than three years old. I doubted it had 20K miles on it, maybe less. This would solve my problem completely.

Mom filled in the details of the deal. I was to go to Florida and help Grandma pack and move into her new apartment, then I could have the car and drive it home. Grandma was planning to move in July and I’d be out of school by then. This was easy.

Dad looked up from his sandwich and didn’t say anything. He doesn’t talk much and you have to watch his face to know what he’s thinking. He was clearly not pleased and was giving Mom his you-should-have-talked-me-to-about-this expression. I knew that he wasn’t happy, but I didn’t know what the problem was. There was no point in asking, so I’d just have to wait for him to talk to Mom, then they’d tell me.

That night was Sunday, so it was a family dinner night and my sister Julie was there. Julie lives at home and commutes to the community college where I’ll be going in the fall. When my parents agreed to pay for her to go to college, they had a number of conditions, one of which was that she would be home for family dinner twice every week. Each semester, Mom and Julie looked at Julie’s class schedule and decided what days would be family dinners. This semester, it was Sundays and Tuesdays.

Before dinner, I gave Julie the good news about the car but warned her about Dad’s expression. Her face scrunched up as she thought about the problem, but she offered no explanation of what Dad might be thinking.

At dinner, Dad brought up the topic of the car. He said that he and Mom had discussed it and had decided that it was too long of a trip for me to drive alone. It was about 1200 miles each way, give or take, and that it was much too far. We’d have to find another way to get me a better car. His face said “I’ve made my decision.” When he gets that expression on his face, there is no point arguing and getting him angry, so I just looked down at my soup, hoping for a miracle.

But Julie came to the rescue. “I’ll go with him,” she said. It was a great idea and I didn’t know why I hadn’t thought of it myself. Dad trusts Julie’s driving much more than mine. I made some mistakes when I was first learning, and Dad took away my keys for more than a year. Julie, on the other hand, has been driving years longer than me and has never had an accident or a ticket.

Julie continued brightly, “It will give us some brother-sister bonding time!” This was sure to get Mom on our side. Julie and I had once been very close, but since she’d started going to college two years ago, we’ve seen a lot less of each other. She still lives at home but is often at school in the evenings and during weekends, so we don’t have much time together. This worries Mom because she is very close to her brother and is disappointed that Julie and I are growing apart.

When we were kids, Julie and I were the best of friends and continual playmates. She was never a girly-girl playing with dolls and frilly clothes, and I was never a macho boy interested only in sports, so our interests often overlapped. We built Lego’s, and played cards, Monopoly, and basketball, and, when we were younger, played house, with me as the daddy and Julie as the mommy. When Mom or Dad were unreasonable, which was pretty often, we gave each other a sympathetic ear. We had a quiet alliance against our strict parents and would help each other out whenever we could. If it weren’t for each other, we’d have had a pretty rough childhood.

I’ve always admired Julie. She was the bravest kid I’d ever known. I don’t mean that she would jump off cliffs or do other dangerous stuff. I mean that she never worried about what other kids thought of her and never did anything just to make them like her. If other girls called her a tomboy, or if boys made fun of the way she threw a ball like a girl, she laughed them off. She wore clothes that she liked and never worried about what other girls were wearing. She danced when she felt like it, sang when she felt like it, and played ball when she felt like, and if other kids thought she wasn’t doing it right or well enough, she never let it bother her. She wasn’t pretending she didn’t care, like many kids sometimes do. She really didn’t care.

People always notice Julie’s smile. She’s famous for having a different smile for every occasion. When we were kids, there was her naughty smile after she stole a cookie, her conspiratorial smile when we were hatching a plan against our parents, her goofy smile when she was acting silly, her victory smile when we’d won a game, and her sweet smile when she was giving me a birthday present. When somebody is naturally happy the way she is, you can’t help but love her.

A road trip with brother-sister bonding time with Julie would be wonderful. I wanted so much for Dad to let us do it. At that Sunday dinner, Julie gave an off-the-cuff presentation and won Mom over for sure. Mom looked at Dad. Dad’s face switched from I’ve-made-my-decision to I’m-considering-what-you’re-saying. This was great!

After dinner, Julie and I went upstairs to think through the details so we could provide a plan that Mom and Dad would be happy with. We sat on Julie’s bed and debated. We decided that flying to Florida would be too expensive– $600 or more for two people. Instead, we would drive the Ford down, sell it, and then drive the Honda back.

We could drive that distance in three or maybe two very long days, but that would be no fun. Better to make a summer vacation road trip out of it. Julie was graduating in May with an Associate’s degree and had lined up a job as a pre-school teacher, but that job wouldn’t be starting until late August. In the meantime, she’d have to support herself bagging groceries or working at McDonald’s, if they’d take her. She wasn’t looking forward to this at all. She definitely didn’t want to spend her first months as a college graduate in a job where she’d be asking “You want fries with that?”

I was also not looking forward to working over the summer. I needed to work to get money for a new car, but if I was getting a car for free, maybe I could skip working. It wouldn’t be easy to find a job anyway, and it was unlikely I’d be able to get many hours per week if I did. Even if I worked, I wouldn’t make any serious money.

The Ford was worth something, and if we sold it in Florida, it would fund the trip. If Mom and Dad would loan us some money until we sold the car, we could pay for the whole trip this way. If we were careful with money, we could probably take a whole month or maybe more, and see the country on the way. We could make a stop to visit our aunt and uncle in Virginia, and spend some time with our cousins. Julie gave me a great, big let’s-do-this smile.

In order to convince Mom and Dad, we had to fill in the details. We spent hours sitting on the bed in Julie’s room using her laptop computer. On the Internet, we looked up used car prices and figured out how much we’d be able to get for the Ford in Florida. We researched motel prices and found that, if we stayed away from big cities, we could sleep economically. We planned potential routes and made lists of “worthy” historical and educational sights to visit along the way, such as Gettysburg, the Smithsonian, Cape Canaveral, and various national parks. Dad would be pleased that we’d go to worthy sights.

We made a complete budget and decided that, with free nights at Grandma’s and at our uncle’s house, we could probably make the money from the Ford last five or six weeks. Plus, we figured Grandma would probably slip us some cash while we were there, and that would give us an extra cushion.

At Tuesday dinner, we made our proposal to Mom and Dad. They listened carefully to the budget and the list of worthy sites, and Mom was very pleased that we’d visit her brother. Surprisingly, Dad did not come up with a list of problems. Normally, he’s very good at coming up with problems, and we had expected to have to deal with a few. But there were none, and after we’d completed our pitch, he was quiet. Mom looked at him, and he announced his decision: He and I would take the Ford to a mechanic, and together we’d decide if the Ford was safe to take on a trip of this distance. This was great news, because, by not objecting, he had agreed that Julie and I would drive a long distance, be gone from home for most of the summer, and not have summer jobs. He was going to let us do it! After dinner, Julie gave me her great big goofy smile and we gave each other high-fives.

On Saturday, Dad and I took the Ford to the mechanic. We put the car up on the lift and inspected the tires, the brakes, the belts. The mechanic drove the car and listened to the engine. Dad was never going to just say “OK,” so it was important what he didn’t say. He made a short list of things that would need repair, all of them inexpensive and easy. I promised to do them all, and that was that. He didn’t say “no,” so that meant “yes.”

Julie and I were thrilled. She wouldn’t have to serve French fries, I wasn’t going to have to drive a clunker car to college, and we both were going to have five or six full weeks away from home together, the first time in our life that we’d been away from our parents for more than a day. We called Grandma and our uncle with the great news and started to get ready.

There were conditions, of course. Mom and Dad gave us a long written list of conditions, all of which were, of course, non-negotiable. They had photocopied the list so that Julie and I would each have our own copy. The conditions we really pretty reasonable, I have to admit– We had to call at least every other day. No overnight driving or sleeping in the car. Things like that.

We spent a lot of time on Julie’s bed, researching and copying maps and tour guides onto Julie’s laptop computer. We loaded songs onto our MP3 players, picked out CD’s for the car, and decided what to pack. The weeks passed. Julie graduated from college, I graduated from high school, and the day finally came when we were ready to go.

On the morning of our departure, Mom and Dad gathered around the car with us. They each gave us gifts. Dad gave us a road atlas, a AAA membership, and a credit card “to be used only for emergencies— you understand?”. Mom gave us a coupon book of five $20 coupons from a chain of popular inexpensive restaurants, a phone card in case we were in an area where the cell phones didn’t work, and a lunch and snacks for the first day. They loaned us $2000 to be repaid when we sold the Ford. Mom and Julie cried, and even Dad and I had a tear or two, and we were off.

We drove east, toward the Atlantic. Julie is always fun to be with, but especially in the car. She really gets into the CD’s, singing along with them at the top of her lungs. When she doesn’t know the words, she makes them up and comes up with stupid lyrics and corny rhymes that are really ridiculous. She plays air guitar and air drums and this time had a banana for a microphone. She provides a commentary on nearly every song, perhaps gossip about the performer, or something that happened to her once when she was listening to it, or some person she knew who absolutely hated it. When she’s not singing, she’s telling funny stories about people from college or children that she worked with in her student teaching.

We drove a lot that first day. We didn’t want to do many days with a lot of driving, but that first day we wanted to put as much distance between ourselves and home as possible. We stopped once mid-morning, once to eat the lunch Mom gave us, and then drove till mid afternoon. When we got tired of driving, we were in the middle of nowhere, which is a great place to find a cheap motel. We were lucky to find one with a pool, so we went swimming, called Mom, then had dinner at a sub shop. There was a miniature golf course nearby, and we passed a quiet summer evening, away from home for the first time. We were in ecstasy.

After playing miniature golf, we came back to the motel and I turned on the laptop. We had decided that every evening we’d use the Internet to plan the next day, so that first evening we sat around the computer looking at the options and deciding what we’d do tomorrow.

Gradually, we moved eastward, every evening Googling and browsing to figure out what to do the next day. Some days we drove for a couple of hours, and some days we stayed in the same motel a second night. We found good day hikes, which we both enjoyed. We went to one of the worthy sights that we had promised Mom and Dad we’d go to, and much to our surprise, we enjoyed it– with the extra bonus that it was free. We browsed through a vintage clothing store and ate a world-famous hotdog at a world-famous hotdog stand. We went to a water park after debating whether we could afford to splurge on the admission fee. We swam in the motel pool when it had one, and did other ordinary boring things. We loved it.

It was a little awkward sharing a motel room with my sister. We had to have two beds, of course, and that added to the cost sometimes. We had to change clothes in the bathroom, which meant that we had to take clothes in with us when we took a shower, and had to find someplace to lay them down where they wouldn’t get wet or gross. That wasn’t easy in cheap motels with gross bathrooms. I didn’t much like Julie’s taste in TV and she didn’t much care for mine. So we had some adjusting to do, but we never fought or argued and were enjoying our freedom.

Wednesday evening, I was sitting on the bed using the laptop to plan the next day. Julie was at the foot of my bed painting her toenails, and I tossed out ideas as I came across them. I found a funny one. “Want to go to a nude beach?” I asked.

Julie didn’t look up from her toes. “Ok,” she said.

That was disappointing. I thought sure she’d give me a dirty look and call me a disgusting pervert, or do something fun like that. So I went on to other ideas. I found a wildlife refuge with hiking trails, and an ice-cream stand with fifty flavors of homemade ice cream.

Julie finished her toes and moved over on the bed to look at the computer screen with me. “Where’s that nude beach?” she asked.

Ok, so I was going to get a rise out of her after all. I browsed back to the page with the beach. There were photos that showed the sand and the water and the snack bar, but, of course, no people. It looked like a nice beach.

Julie said “Let’s go there.”

I looked at her face, expecting to see her silly smile or maybe her mischievous grin, but it wasn’t there. Was she serious? “You want to go to a nude beach?” I asked.


“With me?”


“Are you going to take off your clothes?”

Now she smiled. She shrugged, raised her eyebrows and said “I will if you will.”

I didn’t know what to say. Was she pulling my leg? I looked at her face for clues.

Julie explained earnestly, with no more smile on her face. “Look Alex, we’ve been a good boy and a good girl all these years, doing exactly what Mom and Dad wanted us to do. We’re grown ups now, away from home for the first time. Let’s do something really wild. Let’s get naked on a beach.”

She had a point. Mom and Dad had always set very firm rules on what we were and were not permitted to do, and they were often much stricter than other parents. We always had to do exactly what they said and there were never any appeals or negotiations. We now finally had a chance to do whatever we wanted. Then she smiled again, mischievously this time. “You’ve always wanted to see me naked. Now’s your chance.”

We both laughed. She reminded me about all the times I’d tried to spy on her in the bathroom or her bedroom when I was about 11 or 12. Once, she had told Dad and he had really wailed on me. She felt guilty about how badly Dad punished me and didn’t tattle on me ever again. I never succeeded in seeing her naked, and only rarely got even brief glimpses of her underwear. But I kept trying.

So we thought about it some more. We could wear bathing suits under our clothes so we could chicken out if we needed to. I was worried about getting an erection, of course, but I couldn’t tell my sister that. The bathing suits would give me an opportunity to back out if I couldn’t keep it under control. Julie was all for going and didn’t need any convincing, so we decided to go ahead with it. This was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up.

Our plan was to go early so there wouldn’t be many other people around and we could find a secluded spot. When we got there, we’d decide whether to strip all the way or just be in our bathing suits. It was, after all, a “clothing optional” beach, not a “you must be naked” beach.

Julie removed her toe separators, showed me her toes, wiggled them, and said, “Good thing I painted my toenails. A girl wants to have pretty feet at the beach!” She was smiling happily.

The next morning, Julie got up before me. She went into the bathroom and got dressed and came back out while I was still in bed. She picked up the car keys and announced that she was going to go out and bring back some breakfast and pick up some food to take to the beach. She’d be gone for at least 45 minutes, and was leaving the room key with me, so I’d need to let her in when she knocked. She reminded me to put a bathing suit on under my clothes, but I really didn’t need to be reminded of that.

As she was emphasizing that she was leaving the room key with me, I realized what she was really doing. She was giving me time to masturbate so that I might not get an erection at the beach. Neither one of us could say that of course, and I wasn’t pleased to think of my sister’s attention to my masturbation, but I was glad for the time alone and made good use of it.

By the time she came back, I was dressed and ready to go. We drove to the beach.

When we got there, it was mid-morning and there were only a few other people. All were nude, mostly lying face down on their blankets. We had no trouble find a spot near the water and away from other people, so we put down our blanket and towels and took off our clothes, leaving our bathing suits on.

We went into the water and it was cold, but the waves were mild and the bottom sandy and smooth. It took us a while to adjust to the water, but pretty soon we were wet all over and standing in water about up to our stomachs. Julie looked at me, and gave her famous grin. She squatted down in the water and a few seconds later came back up, holding her bathing suit bottom in her hand. I couldn’t see anything in the murky water, of course, but there was no doubt she was bottomless. “Your turn,” she said.

I didn’t hesitate. The cold water removed any concern about an erection, and I couldn’t leave Julie like that by herself. I squatted down and came back up with my bathing suit in my hand. Julie held out her hand and I gave it to her. Julie took my suit and hers and wadded them together into a wet heavy ball. Then she wound up and pitched them out of the water onto the sand. It was a good pitch, not at all like a girl would throw, and the suits landed just past our blanket. There was no going back now.

Julie still had her bathing suit top on. Our bottoms were hidden in the water but her top wasn’t. Julie looked at me, gave me her conspiratorial smile, and, with one quick action, took her top off. I instinctively looked away.

“It’s ok to look Alex.” Julie was sincere. “I want you to look.” I turned back and looked at my sister’s breasts. Julie made no effort to hide herself. No hands in front of her or anything like that. In fact, she put her hands under her breasts and held them up, as if to show them to me. They were white compared to the tan of her shoulders. I’m not an expert, but I thought they probably were a large B-cup, or maybe a C – I wasn’t sure. One was a little bigger than the other, and there were a couple of little zits on them. Her nipples were big and brown and were all scrunched up and pointy because of the cold water.

“You finally get to see them!” she said. Her lack of embarrassment was contagious, and I relaxed a little. I thought I was supposed to say something about how nice they were, but I didn’t know if it was ok for a brother to say that. But Julie wasn’t fishing for compliments. She wadded up her bathing suit top and threw it onto the beach and said, “Let’s go swimming.” Julie jumped into a wave.

Then we began to play in the water, just like we had when we were little kids. We let waves splash over us, and tried to ride them. We pushed each other, dunked each other’s heads under water, and grabbed each other’s feet. We had splashing battles. As the waves came and went, I caught glimpses of my sister’s butt and crotch, and I’m sure she caught glimpses of mine. But pretty soon, it didn’t matter and we were just playing in the water like we hadn’t done for years.

We’d played for a long time, but eventually we were tired and it was time to get out of the water. There were more people on the beach now, and some were close enough that they’d be able to see us as we walked out. I looked at Julie and said “Are you ready?” She nodded and took my hand and we walked together onto the sand. Thankfully, nobody on the beach paid any attention to us.

We went a few steps to the blanket, found our towels, and dried off. Then we stood looking at each other, brother and sister, naked together. I had thought this would be embarrassing, but it really wasn’t. It seemed completely normal and natural and I wasn’t tense at all. Julie pointed to my penis and we laughed at how shriveled up it was in the cold. Then I pointed to her shriveled nipples and we laughed at them too.

We put on our hats and sunglasses and put suntan lotion on our faces. Then I put lotion on Julie’s neck and shoulders and back, and she did mine. When she finished, she gave me a friendly pat on my bare butt. Julie gathered the wadded-up bathing suits from the sand and walked down to the water to rinse them out, and I took the opportunity to get a good look at her body. I knew she wouldn’t have minded.

We sat together on the sand, watching the water. I guess I was averting my eyes and avoiding looking at her, because, out of the blue, Julie said, “You don’t have to look the other way you know. It’s no fun if you don’t look.” So I made a show of looking at every inch of her, from the top of her head to the bottoms of her toes, and we laughed together. I even brushed some sand out of her pubic hair, and she giggled.

There were people walking about now, and we decided to be catty and rate their bodies on a scale of zero to 10. There were a lot of zeroes and not too many tens. We looked around and noticed that we were probably the youngest people on the beach, except for a couple of little kids who were there with their mother. Most people were in their 30’s or 40’s and many older too. It was a clothing-optional beach, but everybody was completely nude, except for a couple of guys who had shirts on to protect from the sun.

When nobody was walking by, we imagined what our old high school teachers would look like if they were naked on the beach. There were lots of zeroes there.

We were feeling brave so we decided to go for a walk and see if we could find some seashells. As we walked, I said that I hoped nobody was rating us like we’d been rating them, but Julie was unfazed. “I’m not worried. I’m a ten!” she said, and gave a little dance and a few modeling poses to emphasize the point. “And so are you!” Julie was unembarrassed to be dancing naked on the beach in front of all those people. She never worries about what other people think.

It was a happy, lazy day. We went back in the water to cool off every so often. We listened to music, read magazines, ate lunch, and just looked at the water. In the afternoon, we decided to go to the snack bar for an ice cream. Since the snack bar was out of the clothing-optional area of the beach, we had to put on our bathing suits. By then, it was getting hot and we didn’t want to get sunburned, so we put on our clothes over our bathing suits and headed for home. In the car, we sang happily the whole way back to the motel.

We got back to the room and kicked off our flip flops. Julie had claimed the first shower, so she sorted through her suitcase to find clean clothes, and carried them to the bathroom. I called after her. “Julie!” She turned. “I don’t think we have to change clothes in the bathroom any more,” I dead-panned, and we both laughed. She put the clean clothes back in the suitcase, took off her shorts and t-shirt and her bathing suit, and walked naked to the shower.

We hung around the room for the rest of the afternoon, and Julie watched her awful TV shows. Over dinner, we decided that we wanted to go back to the beach the next day, so there was no need to browse the Internet. We sat by the motel pool for a while and watched the sunset, then went back to the room, put on our pajamas, watched some more TV, and went to bed.

As soon as the lights were out, I knew I had a problem. The events of the day had gotten me completely worked up and I had an erection that wouldn’t go away. I wasn’t going to be able to get to sleep without masturbating, which I certainly couldn’t do with my sister five feet away in the next bed. I tossed and turned for a while, then decided that my only choice was to wait until I knew she was asleep, then relieve myself. So I lay completely still for a long time, probably nearly an hour. Then I slowly stroked myself, being careful to be absolutely quiet, with no heavy breathing or moaning or even sounds of sheets moving. I didn’t want to ejaculate on the sheets but there was nothing else I could do. Hopefully, the wet spot would be dry by morning.

After I finished, I was ready to sleep. But I heard soft noises coming from my sister’s bed. There were tiny squish-squish sounds and rustling sheets, and her breathing was heavier than normal. By the light coming in through the window, I could see her wrist moving up and down under the sheets, between her legs. I dawned on me that she was doing the exact same thing I had done. I’d never before thought about my sister masturbating, but, there she was, doing it. I guess I didn’t know my sister as well as I thought I did.

She must have been awake while I was relieving myself, too. I wondered if she’d heard me, but I knew that I’d been absolutely quiet, much quieter than she was. I was certain that she thought I was asleep now or she wouldn’t be doing what she was obviously doing.

Her breathing and the wrist motions became faster, and the squishy sounds, though still soft, were more noticeable. After a few minutes, she slowed and stopped, and eventually I went to sleep.

The next morning, we slept later because there was now no hurry to get the beach before other people were there. This time, we didn’t wear bathing suits. We each wore a t-shirt and shorts with nothing underneath, and a pair of flip flops.

We stopped at a small grocery store to pick up some lunches. I realized that it was very obvious that Julie was braless, and I’d never seen my sister braless before. Her breasts were bouncing and her nipples were protruding sharply through the fabric. She never would have worn such an outfit in our home town, certainly not with a member of the family around. I mentioned it to her, thinking she’d want to cover up, but she said there wasn’t much point in worrying about her nipples when she was intending to go naked in front of a hundred strangers at a beach.

At the beach, there were many more people than yesterday. We put down our blanket and towel, took off our clothes, and immediately went into the cold water. This day was much like the day before, but there were many more other naked bodies to critique, and there were more 8’s and 9’s today.

There were many more children today, mostly young but a few as old as eight or nine, all nude. We watched a girl walking with her father, looking for shells, and we tried to imagine walking with our own Dad that way. It was impossible to think of. We saw a brother and sister playing together, the sister about two years older than the brother, just like us, and we were jealous that we never had a chance to be so free when we were little. There was a boy, maybe seven years old, standing by the water, unconcerned that he had a full erection, and we wondered why grown-ups worry about things like that.

We played in the water, and we found a plastic shovel that a child had left behind, so we made a sand castle. Julie lay down in the sand and I buried her. After a while, we played in the water some more, went for walks, and gathered seashells. It was another wonderful day and we headed back to the motel, singing all the way.

After dinner, we went back to the room to plan the next day. Julie was happier that I’d seen her in a long time. We decided we’d had enough sun for a while and wouldn’t go back to the beach tomorrow. Instead, we chose the wildlife refuge, which was about a two hour drive away. We watched TV for a bit, and I put on my pajama bottoms and got into bed.

Julie took off her clothes and stood in front of the mirror, doing something with her hair and singing ridiculous songs. I idly watched her beautiful butt and her back as she moved her arms through her hair, hoping she’d stay naked forever. Sometimes, I saw a reflection in the mirror of her big brown nipples and bouncing breasts. When I looked up at the reflection of her face, I saw that she was watching me watch her. As our eyes met, I was briefly embarrassed as if I’d been caught peeping, but Julie smiled and wiggled her butt, and I remembered that she liked it when I looked. But then I started to get an erection, so I picked up a magazine to distract myself.

Eventually, Julie put on her panties and her short nightgown, but instead of going to her bed, she sat down on mine, next to me. She was in an excited mood, almost giggly. Then she announced a decision. “Let’s do it,” she said.

I looked up from my magazine. “Let’s do what?” I said.

“You know. It.”

“What’s It?”

Julie was animated, almost bouncing on the bed. “You know, sex.”

It took me a moment to register what she said, but when I did, it certainly got my attention. I dropped the magazine. “You want to do It?” I asked, incredulously.

She nodded.

“With me?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

She nodded again.

“But you’re my sister!” I exclaimed.

Julie put her finger to the corner of her mouth and pretended to be thinking seriously. “Hmmm… I hadn’t thought of that.” She squinted, like she was thinking hard, and stroked her chin. It was a poor time for sarcasm, and quickly she dropped the phony seriousness. “Let’s do it anyway!” she said. Julie was bouncing happily now.

Then she stopped bouncing. “You know, all the stuff people say about not doing it with your sister—that’s to keep children from getting abused, and to keep people from making deformed babies. We’re certainly not going to make a baby. And we’re not children anymore and nobody is going to abuse anybody. There’s no reason not to do it.”

I was speechless, and she went on. “Nobody will find out. Just you and me.”

That gave us pause. I’m sure we were both thinking about would happen if Mom and Dad found out.

Julie continued, “Spending two days naked with you and all those strangers has gotten me really heated up. It’s got you plenty hot too. There’s no reason we need to hide in our beds playing with ourselves in the dark again when we could have each other.”

That last part hit me like a smack in the face. The word “again” was unambiguous. It meant that Julie had been awake last night and had known exactly what I had been doing, even though I thought I’d been completely silent. I couldn’t help asking, “You were listening to me last night?”

“Mostly watching, not so much listening. You were really quiet. ” she answered. I was certainly turning bright red. “Oh don’t be embarrassed. I liked watching you, just like you liked watching me.”

“You knew I was watching you?”

Julie giggled, “Why do you think I made it so obvious?”

Amazing. She had wanted me to watch her masturbating. I really didn’t know my sister as well as I thought I did.

Julie was back to being serious now. “Listen Alex. I’ve been thinking about this sex thing ever since we started planning the vacation, but I wasn’t sure it was ok. You know, because of the brother-sister thing. But yesterday when we held hands getting out of the water and looked at each other for the first time, it felt so good. I couldn’t stop thinking about how right it felt. It wasn’t weird at all. Just good.

"When we went to bed, I couldn’t sleep. All I could do was think about being naked with you. And when you were, you know…” and she made a pumping motion with her hand, “I knew that you were thinking about me too.”

I didn’t tell her, but Julie had hit the nail on the head. When I was in bed last night masturbating, I was thinking about looking at her naked body and how much I’d like to touch it and kiss it. I never imagined it would actually happen. But she was right. Maybe it was the right thing to do.

Julie went on. “And I knew that I was thinking about you and you were thinking about me, and it seemed so stupid to not do it. I mean, this is our only chance in our whole lives to do it and it would be so stupid to pass it up. Just stupid.”

I’m sure Julie could see that I was losing my objections. “I know you really want to. I saw how you were looking at me in the mirror,” she said seductively. She gently laid her hand on the sheets over my crotch, and it was obvious that at least one part of me really wanted to. She left her hand there and stroked the sheets slowly. I didn’t move her hand away.

I was quiet for a bit while my mind twisted and turned and Julie stroked me lightly through the sheets. Then I had one more objection. “How can we? We don’t have a condom.” I thought for a moment and added, “Do we?” There was the possibility that she had one that I didn’t know about. The night was full of surprises.

Julie put on her mischievous grin, and looked around the room as if she was making sure nobody would over-hear. Then she said conspiratorially, “Don’t tell anybody…” She moved her lips very close to my ear and whispered softly, “I’m on the pill.”

I gave her a puzzled look. This was certainly something I didn’t know, and I was quite sure that Mom and Dad didn’t know either. So Julie explained that she’d gone out with this guy Jason a little more than a year ago. This I knew about, but I didn’t know the rest. She’d thought it was getting serious so she got some birth control pills from the campus health clinic. But soon after, they broke up. They’d only had sex a few times. She decided to stay on the pill after they broke up because “I kept hoping I’d get lucky and I wanted to be prepared.” But you don’t meet many guys living at home and taking courses in Early Childhood Education, so she hadn’t met anybody new.

I had no more objections. I guess I’m just like Dad because the closest I’d come to saying “yes” was to not say “no.” Julie knew that she had won me over. She pulled her nightgown over her head, kicked off her panties, and climbed under the covers next to me. She put her hands inside my pajamas and held my very erect penis for a while. She rubbed it, moving her hand just a little, and soon it began to get wet. I moved my hand to her thigh, and she lay back a little, opened her legs, and moved my hand to the right spot. I moved my fingers inside to feel her soft dampness, and my sister smiled sweetly.

After a little while, she lay back, opened her legs and whispered, “Can I have it now?”

I moved so that I was kneeling between her legs. As Julie guided my penis into herself, my mind was racing– Is this really happening? Am I really doing this? But as soon as I was inside her, all the thinking stopped. All I could feel was the fantastic pleasure of her wet softness, tight against my penis, a feeling I’d never felt before. Without thinking, I instinctively began pumping in and out and saw Julie smiled lovingly at me, her hands resting lightly on my back.

Very soon, I was struggling to keep from climaxing and Julie could tell. She said softly, “It’s ok Alex. Let it go. Just let it go.” I did, and shuddered with spasm after spasm as I ejaculated hard into my sister.

I must have zoned out for a few moments, because the next thing I remember is the beautiful sight of two big brown nipples looking up at me. That brought me back to reality as I caught my breath. It really had happened and I really was doing this! I looked at my sister and apologized for finishing so quickly. She gave me her sweet smile and said, “Don’t worry. I’m sure it will get hard again. We’ve got a whole month.” We laughed. I was still wearing my pajama bottoms around my ankles and we laughed about that too. I took them off.

We rested for a few moments, and as I rolled off of her, I felt like making a quiet joke. “Do you think we’ll go to hell for this?”

Julie thought for a moment and answered. “Probably. But we’re going to have an awesome vacation.”

I thought for a moment and said what we must have both been thinking. “If Dad finds out, we might go to hell a lot sooner than we’re expecting.” Julie moved over lay next to me, with her head on my shoulder.

That was too horrible to think about, so I changed the subject and I asked what sex had been like with Jason. She looked up at me and said it wasn’t very good. Jason was as inexperienced as she was and didn’t really know what to do. They only actually did it four times.

Then I asked her if Jason was the only guy she’d ever done it with.

She looked away from me and began playing with the hairs on my chest. “Not exactly,” she said. She said that in high school, she’d met a boy at a house party and they’d been making out in one of the bedrooms. He had a condom in his wallet and she was hot and curious, so she decided to do it with him. He put on the condom but climaxed almost as soon as he entered her. He barely got all the way in and the whole thing lasted just a few seconds, but she guessed it counted as sex anyway. They were both really embarrassed and never saw each other after that once.

She asked me if I’d ever had sex. I hadn’t. I’d made out with girls, and touched breasts, but had never even seen a fully naked female body until yesterday. Julie said that she was glad that she was my first and reminded me that I could look at her body as much as I wanted, whenever I wanted.

Julie kept playing with the hair on my chest, and we didn’t talk for a while. Gradually she moved her hand down from my chest to my crotch, and my penis started to get erect again. Julie held it, smiled and said, “See, I told you it would get hard again.” She rubbed it for a bit until it was completely hard then asked “Can I have it again?”

I climbed between her legs and entered her. This time, I tried to make sure that I would remember every detail—how it felt to be inside her, how her eyes would partially close when I turned my hips just so, and how, when I shoved in hard, she would make a little noise and grab my butt, forcing me into her farther. I enjoyed that she was more vocal. This time, I lasted a little longer. After I finished, I laid down on my back. Julie turned off the light, put her head on my shoulder and her hand on my chest, and said “Thank you.” Then we fell asleep.

In the morning, I woke up with Julie playing with the hairs on my chest again. I took me a moment to remember why she was there and what we had done, but when I saw the two brown nipples looking back at me, I was fully awake.

Julie said “Good morning,” and asked me if I wanted to take a shower with her. So we went to the bathroom and got under the warm water. Immediately, I took Julie into my arms and we hugged tightly. Julie asked me if it was ok if she peed. Of course it was, and we both peed, and we felt both our pee running down our legs into the shower. I washed her breasts and Julie told me how good it felt when I touched her nipples. She showed me how to pinch them and roll the nipple between my thumb and finger, and asked me to lick and suck them, which I did with the warm water pouring over my head. She washed my penis, which was now fully hard. Julie smiled, mischievously. “I thought that might happen,” she said.

After we toweled off, Julie took hold of my erect penis and lead me to the bed. This time, I didn’t enter her right away. We laid side by side, I touched her breasts, pinching and rolling the nipples, and she touched my face.

Then we did something we’d never done before. We kissed. Julie and I had never kissed, not even a peck on the cheek. I wanted to kiss her now, but the brother-sister taboo was between us, even though we’d already had sex and we’re going to do it again soon. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Julie took the lead and gave me a light simple kiss on the lips, like many brothers and sisters would consider completely normal, and I kissed her back the same way. It took us a while, but eventually we progressed to full hot sexual kissing like lovers. Our tongues were together.

We kissed for a long time, with my hands on her breasts and her nipples and hers on my back. Then I put my hands between her legs and felt her wetness, and she touched my penis.

Julie lay on her back and I got on top and entered her. This time, Julie wrapped her legs around me and used her feet on my back to rhythmically and slowly push me in and out of her. I was a wonderful feeling, much more intense than last night. We kissed for a while, and I heard Julie’s breathing get deep and heavy and her eyes closed. We lasted for a longer time this way, moving more slowly and deliberately, and finally I finished with a shudder and a very intense orgasm. We kissed lightly now, and, after we caught our breath, I rolled off. Julie gave me her victory smile, and we kissed lightly, like brother and sister.

We rested only briefly because we had to check out of the motel at 11:00 and needed to pack and get ready. I went to the bathroom, and Julie dried herself off and got dressed.

I was just finishing shaving when Julie came into the bathroom, dropped her shorts and underwear, and sat down on the toilet. I went over to her and hugged her, standing in front of her, with her head resting on my stomach, and stroked her hair. I heard the tinkling noise as she peed, and then the plop-plop noise as she took her morning bowel movement. With that plopping noise, I realized that the last of the inhibitions, taboos, and modesties that had separated us as brother and sister all these years was gone, and we were now completely free and open together with nothing between us. I held her very tight.

We dressed, packed, and drove away, headed toward the wildlife refuge that I had found on the Internet two nights ago. As we drove, we talked about what we were going to do now. We both realized that this sexual relationship could never continue after we got home. Even if we tried very hard not to get caught, there was always a chance, and there would be terrible consequences if we did. So these few weeks together were our once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and we wanted to make the best use of it.

We decided that, instead of watching TV, going to movies, or eating ice cream in the evenings, we would spend the time learning about sex. We both had much to learn. We drove for two hours, but then decided that instead of walking a nature trail, we’d go to a bookstore. We picked out a book on sexual technique. There were pictures of a handsome naked couple demonstrating sexual positions of all types, and advice on various sexual techniques.

We found a motel that advertised wireless Internet service and got a room, this time with only one bed. Then we powered up the laptop and began searching for articles on sexual technique. There were many, most with illustrations or photos. We took off our clothes, opened the book, and began reading and practicing what we read.

So that became our pattern. During the day, we did normal touristy things that Mom and Dad would want us to do. During the evenings, we spent hours learning about our bodies and enjoying sex.

We tried a variety of sexual positions, and found some to be good and some too athletic and hard to do. One of our favorites was the “female superior”, which is when I lie on my back and Julie straddles me, kneeling on top of my penis. She moves and up and down while I touch her breasts and nipples. With practice, Julie learned how to move in ways that gave her a lot of pleasure, and it was an easy position for me to hold back my ejaculation so that I lasted longer. It was in this position that, one day, I saw Julie’s breathing become exceptionally deep and heavy. Her eyes closed, her face contorted and she let out little gasps and a tiny shriek. After a minute or so, it was over and we knew she had experienced her very first orgasm. Julie said she had never imagined that anything could feel so good.

From then on, she was nearly always able to have an orgasm when we used the female superior position, and sometimes in other positions too. We read about the G-spot and she learned how to position herself that my penis massaged it to her liking. I learned the best ways to kiss and knead her nipples while she rode me. Her orgasms became stronger and she was sometimes able to have a second one. Her tiny shrieks became bigger and louder, and sometimes I worried that people in the neighboring room could hear. The female superior position gave me a chance to watch her, and I loved the scrunched-up expression on her face and her high-pitched noises.

We tried oral sex, both with me on her and her on me. It was pleasant but we didn’t enjoy it as much as intercourse, and we decided we needed more practice to get good at it. We read about anal sex, but neither one of us were interested. It sounded gross and like it would hurt.

We learned to use the language of lovers instead of the formal anatomical language Mom had always insisted we use. We now talked about “pussy”, “cock”, and “tits” instead of “vulva,” “penis,” and “breasts.” We became comfortable using words like “cum” and “horny.” It felt so much more natural to “cum” in my sister’s “pussy” than to “ejaculate” into her “vagina.” I was thrilled when she first announced she was going to “fuck me,” and again later when she offered me a “blow job.” But even better was when she asked me to “make love” to her.

Best of all was when my sister told me she loved me. We had, of course, loved each other since we were little children. But it felt so good to finally hear it and say it. We said it a lot.

One of the Internet articles suggested that a couple should learn to masturbate together and should do it often. Sometimes, they should watch each other and learn how to get the best sexual response from their partner. This was a good idea, and we learned a lot. I showed Julie how I liked to move my hand over my cock and the best way to touch the head. I watched how Julie massaged her pussy and kneaded her nipples. I put my face between her legs and watched as she used two fingers to stroke the area next to, but not directly on, each side of the clitoris. I watched as the pussy lips became wet and I saw how the squish-squish sound was made. I watched her face and body language so I could tell what felt the very best for her. Sometimes we would watch each other, and sometimes we just enjoyed lying next to each other while we masturbated ourselves.

Julie found on the Internet pictures of women flashing their breasts and doing other things to expose themselves in public. She thought it looked like fun and was exactly the wonderfully wild thing that she could never do at home. She told me that it had been an incredible rush to know that she was naked in front of all those people at the beach, and she wanted to do it some more. It would be exciting to be an exhibitionist.

Ever since that second day at the beach, Julie had gone braless all the time. She said she liked knowing that people were looking at her breasts and it felt good when her nipples rubbed against the fabric and got hard. It made her horny and she liked being horny.

Most brothers would be upset if their sister were an exhibitionist, but I wasn’t. We were temporarily free from our parents and, just like her, I wanted to do wild things they’d never approve of. I knew that Julie loved showing off her body, and I loved watching her enjoy herself. I decided I’d help her have all the fun she wanted, with the extra bonus that I’d get a good show out of it too.

So we went shopping for some revealing clothes. At Wal-Mart, we found some shirts with fabric that was thin and gauzy, and a beach cover-up that could be worn as a shirt with nothing underneath. Julie went into the dressing room and tried them on, coming out to show me each one. Some were not as thin as we wanted and you couldn’t see much. The beach cover-up was nearly transparent and would certainly get her arrested, so we didn’t buy that, but it was fun trying it on. We bought two shirts that were thin enough that you could clearly see the brown color of her nipples through the fabric. When her nipples were hard, they were very prominent.

At another store, we bought a pair of low-riding shorts that were so low and skimpy that the top of her pubic hair could be exposed if she wanted it to be, and the bottom of her butt-cheeks were hanging out. I think it was a children’s size. She liked to wear these with no underpants.

Julie wore these new clothes sometimes when we went out to dinner or shopping, and it made her very horny when people noticed her which they always did. After we got back to the motel, we’d nearly always go straight to bed.

We found another clothing-optional beach and spent a day there. This beach had a very different crowd than the first one, with more people in their 20’s and no children at all. There were some couples, but mostly groups of young men and groups of young women with a lot of flirting going on. The couples were mostly nude but the 20-somethings were mostly not. The girls were nearly all topless but wore string bottoms or thongs, which they took off only when they were lying face-down on their blankets. The young flirting men wore bathing suits. Julie and I hadn’t brought bathing suits at all, and Julie enjoyed the attention that came from being one of the few completely naked girls. Sometimes, when a man was giving her a subtle notice through his mirrored sunglasses, she’d casually spread her legs a little and open herself up with her fingers as if she were scratching an itch, making sure he got a memorable view.

One of the other couples at the beach came over to us and introduced themselves. They wanted to know if we’d like to come to their house with them and join them in their Jacuzzi. Julie said no thanks, and after they went away, said snidely with great drama “What do they think we are, perverts?” That was pretty funny.

We still enjoyed going on hikes during the day, and had no trouble finding day trails through hills and low mountains. One particularly hot day, Julie decided to take off her shirt and walk topless, like I was doing. I was concerned that she’d get into trouble if we encountered other hikers, but she was undeterred. There was, after all, no way they could call the police to come to a mountainside. The worst that would happen is that they’d say something rude to her. We did, in fact, encounter other hikers, but fortunately only smiling men. I didn’t think women would be as polite, but fortunately we didn’t encounter any woman hikers. We ended up having sex in the woods, far enough away from the trail that the other hikers wouldn’t be able to see us, I hoped.

We sometimes stayed at motels with swimming pools, and Julie really wanted to go skinny dipping or at least topless. But I thought it was much too dangerous and there was a very real possibility we’d get into serious trouble, especially if there were children around. So we compromised. Instead of a bathing suit, Julie wore a short white sleeveless shirt and white underpants. We picked a time when there were no children around and went swimming. When the clothes were wet, both the clothes were so transparent that you could practically count her pubic hairs. The men at the pool pretended like they didn’t notice and the women gave her dirty looks. One woman told her that maybe next time she should bring a bathing suit when she went on vacation. Julie apologized and said she would, and we laughed together when we got back to the room.

The day before we were scheduled to arrive at Grandma’s house, we woke up to discover dreadful weather. It was raining very hard and was windy, and neither one of us had any desire to go outdoors. It was a great day to stay indoors and enjoy each other’s bodies, so we made a pact. We swore a pinky-swear that neither one of us would wear any clothing all day, “even if the motel is burning down.”

We spent part of the morning in the “kneeling lotus position,” which was another one of our favorites. In this position, I’m sitting on the bed and Julie sits on my lap with her arms around me, facing me, with my cock inside her. We rock back and forth a little, just enough so that I don’t lose the erection. The position isn’t good for getting orgasms, but is great for kissing, talking, hugging, and relaxing, which we enjoy. It’s easy to make it last a long time.

As the morning wore on, we realized that we hadn’t thought this nakedness thing through very well. We had nothing to eat and we were getting hungry. Julie got an idea from something she’d seen online and decided to do the “pizza dare.” It was really quite simple—order a pizza to be delivered and answer the door naked. The setup was really perfect for it. Our room was on the third floor of the motel and opened out onto a catwalk. It was high enough up and faced the parking lot, not the other rooms, so it would be easy to open the door without anybody seeing except the delivery man.

Julie phoned in the order and we waited the standard thirty minutes. When we heard the knock at the door, I went into the bathroom to listen and be out of sight. I expected Julie to half-hide behind the open door, hand the guy the money and give him a little flash, take the pizza and be done. But that’s not what she did.

I heard her open the door and invite the delivery man in “to get out of the rain.” She closed the door and opened the pizza box to make sure it was the right one. She asked him how the weather was, how the roads were, and whether he thought the rain would stop soon. She told him that she hoped that he didn’t mind that she was naked, but she wasn’t planning on going out today so there wasn’t a reason to get dressed. She rummaged around for money, looked for coins to get the right amount, then decided that she hadn’t given him enough tip so went looking for more. She made the event last at least five minutes, completely naked the whole time. I wished I could have watched what was going on, but if I came out of the bathroom it would have spoiled the whole thing, so I just had to listen and laugh to myself.

Understandably, the pizza man thought she was coming on to him, and he asked if she’d like him to stay a little so that she could have some company on such a rainy day. I was wondering if I was going to have to come out of the bathroom to make him leave, but Julie handled it herself, in a sultry voice. “No thanks. My brother is in the bathroom and he gives me all the company a girl can handle.” I choked on that line. The door opened, the pizza man left, and I came out of the bathroom ready to tell Julie that she shouldn’t be talking about what she does with her brother. Instead I found Julie giggling so hard she was shaking.

When she calmed down a little, she said that when she’d told the guy about her brother, his face was priceless. He’d turned red as a beet, and his jaw had dropped wide open. She imitated the expression and began laughing uncontrollably again.

When she finally calmed down, she told me the whole story about how he couldn’t take his eyes off of her tits and crotch, so she gave him a good show, making sure to bend over a lot to give him the best possible view. She gave me all the details about what she had done, what he had seen and said, and what his faced looked like.

We started to eat our now-cold pizza, but remembered that we didn’t have anything to drink. We should have ordered something to be delivered with the pizza but we hadn’t thought of it. Julie got up and went to her purse and got some money. She gave me a big grin, handed me the money and said “There’s a Coke machine down the hall. Your turn.”

No way was I going to do that. A naked girl is one thing but a naked guy is quite another. People might smile at a naked girl, or they might get mad and tell her to put on some clothes, but with a naked man they would call the cops. A naked man is a pervert and I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life registering as a sex offender.

Julie saw my point but wouldn’t admit it. She called me a wuss and said she’d get the Cokes herself. I asked her what she’d do if she met anybody and she said that she’d just tell them she didn’t want to get her clothes wet in the rain.

She went to the door, opened it a little to see if the coast was clear, and went trotting down the catwalk in the rain with her tits bouncing and her bare feet splashing in the puddles. I watched from the window. She was gone a minute or two and came back carrying two cokes and a bag of M&M’s. She was walking normally now, not trotting, not in a hurry. When she got to the door, she didn’t come in right away. Instead, she did a little dance, waved to hopefully nobody in the parking lot and struck a few modeling poses before she came in, with a big smile. “That was fun!” she said happily. She had encountered a maid who’d given her a dirty look and said something in Spanish that Julie hadn’t understood, but she didn’t think anybody else saw her.

After our morning of kneeling lotus sex, her pizza dare, and her nude run down the catwalk, my sister was hornier than I’d ever seen her. She wanted me to come to bed with her right then, but I decided that it would be fun to make her suffer for a while. So I acted like I wasn’t interested and sat down to eat some pizza and drink a Coke.

Julie really wanted me in bed. A simple invitation hadn’t worked, so she tried seduction. She opened her legs and started masturbating, complete with fake moans and “Oh God I’m cumming” theatrics. But I just ate my pizza and pretended not to notice.

After a little while, she switched to begging. “Come on Alex, I really, really need it. Please? Come on.” I drank my Coke, pulled out a magazine, and told her that maybe I’d be interested later, but I wanted to eat lunch now.

Her next tactic was a guilt trip. “I’d do it for you if you needed it this bad. You know I would.”

I took a second slice of pizza, picked up the TV remote control and started channel-surfing. “Is it too early for Oprah?” I asked.

Julie started to lose her cool and got mad at me. “Alex, you get over here and fuck me right now. I’m not kidding. Turn off that TV and get over here!” She was pounding her fists on the bed and her feet were flailing in the air.

I waved her off and started a new article in the magazine. “That doesn’t sound very polite,” I told her.

Julie fumed for a while, then changed tactics. In a little girl voice that sounded just like she had when she was seven, she said, “If you don’t come fuck me, I’m gonna tell Mommy on you.”

That cracked us both up and I relented. I went over to the bed and Julie immediately threw me on my back, straddled me and started sucking my cock. She had her butt in my face so I took the opportunity to put my finger inside her pussy to touch the silky soft skin inside. It’s so nice, especially when it’s wet like that.

I didn’t have much time to enjoy the pussy though, because as soon as I was hard, Julie got up, turned around and mounted me. She rode hard and fast. She put her head down towards mine and we kissed intensely, our tongues playing together.

In a few minutes, she pulled her head up. Her scrunched-up face told me she was trying to have an orgasm now, so I put my hands on her tits and massaged her nipples with my thumbs, matching her rhythm with my own. It worked and she got her orgasm, shrieking and gasping, and her head fell against my shoulder.

She only rested a moment though before she lifted her head up and said to me, “Don’t cum yet. Ok?”

Normally after Julie finishes her orgasm, it’s my turn. She moves her body slightly to give me the best friction, tightens her pussy, and gives me a good explosion. But this time, she wasn’t ready for that, so I’d have to wait. She sounded desperate, and I agreed to wait.

With the worst of her horniness over now, Julie relaxed and started riding me more slowly and deliberately. She closed her eyes and gave me her pleasure smile. She rode me this way for quite a while and eventually opened her eyes and said “Will you do my nipples now?”

My thumbs worked her nipples and she scrunched up her face and rode me harder now. This orgasm was even bigger than the first one, lasting a good long time. Again, her head fell against my shoulder, and this time she was very tired and had had all she could take.

We switched positions. I got on top and began to fuck my sister, soon shuddering and cumming forcefully inside her. I rolled off and we faced each other, side by side. We were quiet for a few minutes and Julie played with the hair on my chest. Then Julie spoke for both of us when she sighed and said, “What will we do when we can’t have each other any more?” Neither of us had an answer.

My sister put her head on my shoulder and went to sleep. I held her and listened to her breathe for about an hour. I didn’t sleep, and she never ate any pizza.

When Julie woke up, it had stopped raining and the sun was coming out. She was hungry and we’d had enough exhibitionist adventures for one day, so we swore a pinky-un-swear, put on a few clothes and went out for dinner. We used one of the restaurant coupons Mom had given us and had real food for a change.

After dinner, we took a walk through a neighborhood of modest houses. The sunset was beautiful with pinks and lavender colors, left over from the storm. We walked until it was completely dark and went back to our motel, flipped through some TV channels and got into bed.

As we got settled under the covers, Julie turned to me, gave me her sweet smile and asked, “Will you make love to me again before we go to sleep?”

“Do you need another orgasm?” I asked. She’d never had three in one day before, but with all the events of the day, it was possible she needed a third.

Now she gave me her mischievous smile. “No. I just wanted to go to sleep with my brother’s cum inside me.”

So we got into the spoon position. This was the perfect position to end the day. Lying side by side, with Julie’s back toward me, I entered her from the rear, between her legs. I like this position because I can put my arms around her and hold her breast, and I get good friction when she presses her legs together. She likes it because I kiss the back of her neck while we’re making love. We made love this way, and I gave her what she’d asked for, another load of cum to help her go to sleep.

Julie kissed me on the cheek and said sweetly, “I sleep better with a wet pussy.” Then we rearranged and fell asleep, my hand on her newly-wet pussy and hers on my wet cock.

The next day, we went to Grandma’s. We spent three days helping her pack, move, and unpack. We had a free place to stay and ate good food that wasn’t fast food, all at Grandma’s expense. We sold the Ford, getting a few hundred less than we thought we would, but the expected cash from Grandma made up the difference.

Of course, we couldn’t have sex at Grandma’s place. We had to be very careful to be normal brother and sister. No hugs, no pats on the butt, no nothing. It wasn’t easy. In Grandma’s apartment, we slept on separate couches in the living room, and we decided to listen to each other masturbate quietly, just like we had after that first night at the beach. It was actually quite romantic. After Grandma had moved into her new apartment, we stayed in her empty old one for two nights sleeping on the floor, and we were free to enjoy ourselves again.

The trip home was a much like the first half of the trip. We practiced oral sex some more and started to enjoy it more. Twice we found another nude beach and went swimming, but no wife-swappers propositioned us. Julie went swimming in a motel pool in her transparent clothes and received more rude comments from women. She tried the pizza dare again, but this time the delivery man turned out to be a middle-aged black woman who gave her hell, and it was my turn to laugh uncontrollably. We went to another water park and Julie “accidentally” lost her top on the water slide and managed to spend a number of minutes topless before she got it back on. We even did normal tourist things and brother-sister things and visited some worthy sights that would make Dad proud.

We liked to go day-hiking in the woods. A few times Julie hiked topless, which worked out ok except for the one time that we heard a group of boy scouts coming down the trail. Julie got her shirt back on just in time, which was very lucky. Usually, after lunch, we’d find a secluded place away from the trail to have some kind of sex. We only got caught once, by a group of middle-aged men. We didn’t know they were watching us, and when Julie finished her orgasm they gave her a standing ovation. I was very embarrassed, but Julie curtsied, waved, and blew kisses, all the naked except for her hiking boots.

We stopped to visit our uncle Phil and his family. We got three days of free room and real food, and it would have been a great visit except that Julie and I desperately wanted to have sex. We didn’t dare.

Eventually, we were nearly out of money and it was time to go home. The last morning before our final drive home, we threw away the transparent shirts, the short shorts, the book of sexual positions, and a few sex toys that we had purchased along the way. I cleaned the porn off the laptop computer. We made love one last time and took a shower together one last time. And one last time, I held my sister’s head against my stomach as she sat on the toilet. When we got dressed, Julie sighed as she put on a bra. After we loaded the car, we kissed one last time in the parking lot, and we told how much we loved each other. We held each other and kissed for a long time, and got into the car.

On the last day of our drive, we talked seriously about how our life would be changing. We’d have to be very, very careful to forget about our new relationship and go back to being normal brother and sister. We must make absolutely certain that Mom and Dad never found out. They would pick up on even the slightest hint of impropriety, and, if they did, the consequences would be terrible and permanent. We knew we’d both be getting very horny very soon, and horny people often don’t think clearly and take risks that they shouldn’t. We each would have to watch out for the other and make sure that nobody said or did anything that might give us away.

We were somber for a long time, but then Julie started singing ridiculous lyrics accompanied by her air guitar and we perked up.

My sister and I arrived home nearly six weeks after we’d left, with a grand total of $37 and Dad’s unused credit card in our pocket. We were tanned, happy, and much to Mom’s delight, closer than we’d ever been. Mom cried, Julie cried, and even Dad and I had a tear, while Julie and I silently worried if we’d be able to keep our secret.

the first time ari stays the night at dantes is like… a complete accident like he would go see Dante after a tiring day of whatever boys did back then and they’d make out and stuff and he’d just fall asleep. like the boy’s knocked out. and soon it’s 9pm and he hasn’t woken up and dantes like “mom he’s actually snoring I dont wanna wake him up”

Then the Mendozas call the Quintanas asking for ari and they say he’s asleep

or Soledad calls the Mendozas to let them know ari is there and still sleeping and that he’s safe and stuff and convinces them to let ari stay the night since its safer than him driving while he’s tired

and ari doesn’t know any of this so he just wakes up the next morning next to Dante completely freaked bc he was out the whole night and he didn’t call his parents and he’s thinking they’re worried outta their minds

90 Days of Autumn (Part 10)

Title: I Love You (Almost)

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 3,726

Warnings: Swearing, angst, non-descriptive mentions of child death, mentions of hospital equipment, non-descriptive mentions of surgery(cesarean section), fluff, 

Prompt: Sam and Y/N plan to go to a bonfire night together and decide to invite Dean and Josie, who immediately hit it off. Y/N has a rough day at work and Sam is there for her, even though it’s in the wee hours of the morning. Y/N makes a discovery right after their date to the bonfire.

A/N: This switches between the reader’s POV to Sam’s POV, but it should be clearly marked with a separation. 

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Originally posted by out-in-the-open

You had to work the very next day and once Sam was back to working the two of you were back to seeing each other at night for a quick dinner and hangout or on the weekends when your schedules matched up. Lucky for you, you were off this Saturday afternoon and you and Sam made plans to attend a bonfire that night.

You had never been to a bonfire before so when Sam suggested you go, you were more than happy. He mentioned that a few of his old college buddies would be attending, along with his brother and some of Dean’s old college friends. Sam even gave you the okay to invite some friends of your own, as it was meant to be a big party.

You were working all day Friday so you planned to sleep Saturday morning as much as possible and then meet Sam at his house to carpool with him and Dean to the bonfire. You decided you would drive, as there was going to be alcohol there and since neither Sam nor Dean had to work the next day, you figured they might like to engage in some drinking.

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“Feels like this could be forever tonight, break these clocks, forget about time
There could be a World War 3 going on outside
You and me were raised in the same part of town, got these scars on the same ground
Remember how we used to kick around just wasting time?”

It was really weird, looking through all those pictures. I was already 21 years old and looking at my 10-year-old self, holding hands and smiling big, right next to my best friend, brought a weird feeling to my chest. It always did. We had long since stopped being those two rowdy children, who could bring hell to a birthday party if left alone for two seconds and now we were both grown adults, going on with their lives. Him, a big popstar that left our hometown to conquer the world and me, a personal stylist that was lucky enough to get a good client right of the bat, which helped my career grow in a big way.

Harry and I never left each other’s side, even with all the crazy stuff that happened to us in the past five years. While he went off around the world, winning the hearts of millions of girls, I was back in the U.K., building up a career that allowed me to leave home and even then, when all the odds seemed against us, we managed to stay close, stay together, stay the best of friends.

I could certainly say we had had some help. The fact that our families were so close had always been a huge factor in our lives, but if I had to pinpoint a reason, it was simply because we just couldn’t stay away. Even when we were drowning in all the stuff we had to do and life was getting in the way, we found our way to each other. Either with a call at the wee hours of the morning or a plane ticket in my e-mail with just a word written in the message box “please”, we kept coming back to each other. We were both anchors in each other’s lives. He was home, we were home, or at least I hoped so.

I sometimes wondered where would I be if we weren’t so close. Would I for instance, be moving to a new house, just blocks away from his place in Primrose Hill? Probably not, if we considered all the pestering and convincing he had to do to even get me to go see the house. There was something I can’t deny. When Harry wants something, he usually gets it, and he had his heart set on having me living close to him. The reasons ranged from safety to comfort, and I tried to counter him with reasons of my own to continue living with my roommates: “you’re on tour most of the year”; “every time you get a chance, you take your arse to LA”; “It’s way too expensive for me”; “Jesus, Harry. Stop it, it is not that great!!” But still, he insisted and at the end on the day, we came down to the usual: I couldn’t say no to him, even if my life depended on it. I was weak.

“What you doing there, Doll? You need to help me with these boxes!” Harry said, bringing me back to reality.

“Sorry, was just looking through some of my pictures.” I said, blinking quickly to get rid of the colorful spots that appeared in my eyes as soon as I remembered the sun over me. “Remember this?” I showed him the picture that had me reminiscing, the one we were holding hands and smiling big.

“That was Alice’s birthday party. She was so mad I wouldn’t let go of you to go take a picture with her.” He laughed, putting down the big box of clothes he had in his arms and coming towards me to take a good look at the frame.

“Yeah, that still happens. You won’t let go of me enough so I can run away from you!” I said, a smirk on my face as he rolled his eyes.

“You can’t live without me, don’t play innocent. You’re the one that can’t stay away. You even moved to be closer to me!” He accused, the dimples appearing on his cheeks with how hard he was trying not to smile.

“You’re such a dickhead. I moved here cause you didn’t leave me a choice!” I exclaimed and he laughed out, that loud cackle that made him squint his eyes and look like the little kid I met all those years ago. “Shut up and go get the rest of the boxes, Harry.”

“Yes ma’am!”


“You’re gonna spill it.” I warned Harry as I watched him fumble with the bottle of wine. He was a bit drunk, his eyes turning glassy as he giggled at nothing.

“You like it?” He asked me, leaning on the couch and turning his face to look at me. His breath was a bit bitter, maybe from the alcohol we had had, but that wasn’t enough to cover his scent, the same one that made me dizzy whenever I tucked my face onto the crook of his neck, or pressed my forehead to his shoulder, whining about nothing just so I could be pouty and feel him close to me.

“The wine?”

“The house.”

“S’nice. A bit big, though.”

“It only has 2 bedrooms.”

“Do I have to remind you I come from sleeping in a closet?? That’s how big my room was in my old flat? Give me somewhere I can stand without bumping my head, I’m gonna think it’s big.”

“Want me to sleep here tonight?”

“Were you planning not to?”

“Not really. Even brought new pillows cause your old ones make my neck sore. Don’t want you getting scared.”

“Oh please, you just love getting in my bed.”

“Keep dreaming.”

“You just love me, I know it.”


“Won’t you stay ‘til the A.M.? All my favourite conversations
Always made in the A.M cause we don’t know what we’re saying
We’re just swimming ‘round in our glasses and talking out of our asses
Like we’re all gonna make it, yeah, yeah”

“Doll, c’mon! We need to leave!” I could hear Harry yelling from downstairs, just as I finished the flick of my eyeliner.

“Can you calm down a second? It’s not like the pub is going to go away if we don’t make it there in the next five minutes, Harold!” I yelled, huffing and hastily putting on my boots and my coat on. He was back from tour for a week, choosing to spend his time off in Holmes Chapel, where we could hang out without being photographed every step we took. He had been touring for a long time now, spending months on end in the States, so I hadn’t seen in for almost six months when he appeared on my doorstep, disheveled and with more tattoo’s than I could count, a big smile plastered on his face.

“Am I gonna have to go up and carry you downstairs?!” He yelled again and I grunted, getting my purse.

“For fuck sake, I’m coming!” I said, stomping on my way down and pushing him towards the door. “You’re so annoying!”

“You love me.” Harry stated, dimples deep into his cheek as he closed my door and led me to his car.

“I do not!” I told him, having to lean into him to be able to go up on his Range Rover and huffing when I sat down. Being smaller than him and having to get his help to get up into his car without making a fool of myself always got him making fun of me for being too short.

“Ok shorty, did you forget all the tears you spilled when you saw me on your door last night?” Harry smirked and I rolled my eyes.

“That was disgust.” I told him with a mocking smile.

“Keep telling yourself that…”


It had been hours since we got to the pub and luckily, it was one of those that stayed open until very late. It was already 1 am and it felt as if we had been drinking for days now. I was slowly sinking into that numb state of mind, where everything is funny and nothing is better than being right there, on that dark pub, the bitter stench of beer taking over my senses and Harry’s heavy arm around my shoulders as we laughed loudly at this one guy that was trying to call for the waitress but she kept ignoring him.

“You know what? This is best night ever.” Harry slurred, his voice getting deeper because of the amount of shouting we had done earlier, when there was this little band playing all the classic 80’s rock you can think of. “Sometimes it’s nice to not be recognized.” He said and started to shake his head drunkenly as everyone in the table gave him an amused look, some of us snorting at him. “I’m not complaining! I’m not. I love what I do. But sometimes it’s nice to be able to chill out a bit, y’know?” He asked, his doe eyes staring intently at me. That was Harry, always grateful for things, even when the craziness took a toll on him. Even when he was on his worst day, he never wanted to look like he didn’t appreciate all the things he was privileged to have.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me H, I know.” I told him, my hand going up and finding his fingers laying heavily on my shoulder, intertwining our hands.

“I’m glad to have you, love. Dunno what I’d do without you…” He whispered, like it was a secret no one but us could know.

I looked at him, taking in all of his features. The pouted lips, red and swollen, the faint smell of beer coming out as he spoke. His face was so close to mine I could see the emerald green of his eyes, so clear when up close like this. His hair was a little longer, being a while since he last had a haircut but I liked it like that, the chocolate curls smelling like apple and honey, the smell of my shampoo. It wasn’t until that moment I realized how much he’d changed over the years. He had lost most of the softness of his features, the cut of his jaw more prominent than ever, the tiny bit of stubble growing on top of his lips making me remember that he was now a man, not just the little boy I knew since I was a baby. His voice had grown deeper and his shoulders were wider, the muscles more defined and taut under his skin. He smelled like expensive cologne and….well, him, that familiar smell only he had. I inhaled deeply, taking it all in and closing my eyes. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol but I knew I was starting to lose it. The warmth of his embrace was making me a bit dizzy and when I opened my eyes again and saw him staring intently at me, I let out a shaky breath.

“I- I need to go to the loo. Be right back.” I said, untangling myself from him

I could feel my heart beating quick against my chest, my breathing a little hard. I didn’t know what was happening; I just knew I needed to stay away from him for a little while or otherwise, well, I might say things I had to regret in the morning. I leaned on the sink and looked at myself in the mirror, the little redness in my eyes that thankfully, would pass as drunkenness so I didn’t have to give myself away.  

“Don’t be dense, he’s just Harry. Just Harry.” I whispered, taking a deep breath and turning to go back to our booth.

As I reached the bar, I could see Harry standing up against the wall, right next to our booth, a beautiful girl laughing at something he’d just said. Stopping in my tracks, I turned towards the bar quick so he wouldn’t see me. I didn’t want to get in his way if he wanted to bring a girl home, even though he was staying with me. Or maybe I was not that selfless, and I had gotten out of the way just I wouldn’t have to look at him and let the revolting feeling in my tummy grow. It felt weird seeing him with someone else when he was supposed to be spending time with me. Actually, it felt weird all the time, seeing him with other girls. Harry was always such a constant presence in my life, that it was difficult for me seeing him paying attention to someone else. It might sound crazy and selfish and extremely jealous of me, but I was used to having his attention and it was not a nice feeling having to share it. Hence the fact that I was always glued to him when we were younger and even more when we grew older. If I walked away, someone might take my spot.

Drinking whatever it was I had ordered, I turned around in my stool to look at everyone else going ‘round in the pub. The drink in my hand was strong and it made my head swirl a little bit, the nice buzz of the alcohol in my veins easing my mind and making me not care so much that Harry wasn’t around. I could see a guy making his way towards me, making me smile and look away, my eyes going right back to the corner where Harry was standing. Our eyes met and he sent me a desperate look, like he was trying to tell me something but the amount of booze we had in our system was making it difficult. He looked down at the girl, who had one hand on his bicep and the other on the first button of his shirt and looked up again, widening his eyes at me like he was calling for help. Putting down the glass and taking a deep breath, I made my way towards them, ignoring the cute guy that was just steps away from me. I didn’t know what I was going to do or what he wanted from me, I just knew I needed to do it.

“What’s happening here?” I asked, before I could stop myself. The pretty girl, with the big brown eyes and dark hair, her lips painted in a bright red lipstick, turned to look at me with an innocent look in her eyes.

“We’re just talking… aren’t we, Harry?” She smiled up at him, her fingers going under the collar of his button up and caressing his skin. I could feel the frown take over my features as I looked at that and my hand went towards hers without me thinking twice.

“I think you need to back off sweetheart. He’s with me. I was just at the toilet, that didn’t mean he was available.” I smiled, taking her hand away and dropping it. She looked angry, like she was about to scream at me, but I kept smiling as I leaned into Harry. “You ready to go baby? I think we’ve had enough trouble for a day, don’t you?”

“Absolutely. Let’s go home, love.” Harry smiled cheekily, one of his hands going around my waist and the other waving goodbye to the brunette.

Stumbling all over each other and laughing loudly, we walked out of the bar. I was somewhat sober, the adrenaline rush of the little stunt I pulled back in the pub making me sober up quickly, but Harry was drunk out of his ass. His loud laugh, that cackle that made you think everything was ok in the world, was echoing on the empty streets and he was leaning on me, making me almost fall face first to the floor.

“I didn’t know you could play the part of the jealous girlfriend so well!” He exclaimed, the cheeky smile never leaving his face. I laughed, opening the door of his Range Rover and pushing him up on the passenger seat.

“I’m a great actress H, you have no idea. Been pretending to be your best friend for years now, I’m a pro.” I replied, leaning in to buckle the seatbelt on him and he huffed and rolled his eyes, leaning in to whisper in my ear.

“You’re in love with me and you just don’t want to admit it. That scene back there was you acting like you’ve always wanted to.” He whispered, suddenly not so drawled out and a lot more sober than what I thought he was. My breathing hitched in my throat and I leaned back, standing at the door of his car, looking up at him. His eyes looked glossed over and his lips a deep pink, wet from his tongue running over it and his hands were gripping one of mine.

“You’re too cocky for your own good, Styles.” I whispered, finding my voice shaky and my eyes not being able to look into his for more than a second. It was cold outside, but the warmth of his hands holding mine was like a fire, burning hot and taking over my skin. My stomach was overtook by butterflies, that were running around freely, making me feel anxious and out of control. I didn’t know why we were having this conversation at 3 in the morning, in a dark alley, after a drunk night. I didn’t know why he was talking to me like this or why this was making me feel so uneasy but it needed to stop, it needed to end right there.

Taking my hand away from his and closing his door, I made my way towards the front seat, struggling to enter the car and then closing the door, turning on the heater and adjusting the seat so I could drive us home. I was about to turn the ignition when Harry’s hand took mine over the gear, his thumb running over my knuckles and a deep sigh coming out of his strawberry pink lips.

“Don’t worry, love. I love you too.” I turned to look at him, the bright green of his eyes brighter than ever, the sincerity burning into the deep husky sound of his voice. “Gonna marry you someday, y’know…” Harry whispered and our eyes locked, my head nodding before I could stop myself. A happy smile took over his lips and I smiled back, turning on the engine and driving away.


“You know I’m always coming back to this place
You know and I’ll say…”

The house was disturbingly quiet when I got in. Funny thing, at first I absolutely hated that deafening silence that kept reminding me that I was alone and making me jump at the slightest creak of the wood. But as time went by and I got used to spend my time alone, it became comfortable, part of the place I lived in, unless, of course, Harry was there, making his presence known and taking over every bit of space as if he owned it. I actually think that was when that house really became a home.

I had to almost restrain myself to not look for a bat or something to defend myself with as I made my way into the foyer. The house was dark and all the curtains were closed, a decision I was now starting to regret. My fingers went to look for my phone, getting it out of my pocket so I could call for help if need be.

It was one of those moments where you’re in a real hurry and nothing goes right. My hand was glued to the wall, trying to find the light switch but failing miserably and I was about to cry, listening to a heavy breathing that was coming from somewhere in the living room. I was getting nervous and the need to sprint off was growing bigger and bigger.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck.” I said, closing my eyes with a scared yelp when I finally turned the lights on. I waited for a couple of seconds, maybe for a hard blow on the head or something but it never came. When I opened my eyes again, relief and anger slowly sipped up my body, swirling in a quick mix as I saw the grinning boy on my couch.

Harry was sitting comfortably on my sofa, his feet propped up on my coffee table as he offered me a wide, shit eating grin, which frankly made me want to punch him. I was so enraged with him, it took me a while to notice the white ball of fur sitting on his lap.

“What is that??” I asked him, looking at his hands as it played with the little puppy, scratching behind his ears to his comfort. His fur was white and black and his small eyes were almost gray. The only thing distracting from his white muzzle was his pink tongue that he had out in satisfaction.

“This is a dog.” Harry said matter of factly, making my eyes look at him him and away from the little puppy.

“Why is there a dog in the house? Are you giving me a dog?”


“Cause you can’t bring a dog home and then take it away, Harry. I’ve been through this.” I warned him. I actually had, when I was little and my mom had decided she wanted to have a puppy, bringing him home and then giving it away when he bit and destroyed her favorite pair of shoes.


“That would be far too cruel to me, and I won’t ever speak to you again.”

I watched Harry as he carefully sat the puppy on the sofa and walked to me, his large hands wrapping around my arms to make me look up at him. I was incredibly excited, but still, I had decided to wait until he told me if I was indeed going to keep the dog before I even let myself get near him. I hadn’t even let myself think about the fact that Harry was there, instead of tour as he should be. Was it already time for his break?

“Love, I know. He’s staying so he can keep you company and you stop calling me in the middle of the night because you got scared.”

“I do not get scared!!” I protested, already pushing Harry away to go pick the puppy in my arms. He was heavy and warm and his cold muzzle made me laugh when it bumped to my shoulder. “He’s so precious!!”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I love him.” I said, leaving him on the couch so I could go to Harry and hug him.

Even when my intention was to give him a hug and maybe a peck on the cheek, I guess my excitement got the best of me, cause we found ourselves stumbling onto the couch and falling clumsily on it. A giddy squeal came out of my lips and I giggled as I started to press kisses on Harry’s face, making him laugh under me and his laugh echo on my body as we both tried to not fall.

I discovered something when I pressed my lips to his: They tasted a lot better than I could ever imagine. They were sweet and soft and even when it took me a couple of seconds to react to the fact that I was actually kissing, they were already imprinted in my memory forever. My hands scrambled to the sofa and I tried to push myself up, but I found myself being pulled to his chest.

His hand on the back of my neck was burning my skin and I almost felt myself being set on fire as he tilted my head so he could deepen into the kiss. It was almost surreal, the heavy feeling of his tongue running across my bottom lip and his arm hooking around my waist to press me even more to his body. I kissed him back, Jesus, I kissed him back as hard as he was kissing me, giving him hard kisses that were going to leave our lips bruised and red, tasting his lips and exploring his mouth with eagerness. I could feel his tongue slipping past my lips and I grunted when he pulled on my bottom lip, my fingertips digging on the leather of the couch before I pushed myself up.

I looked at him for just a second, gasping for air as I saw his flushed face and I got up, walking to the dog and picking it in my arms, maybe to hide the heavy breaths that were making my chest heave. It wasn’t like it was supposed to happen. It wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Have you thought of a name?” I asked him before he had the chance to say anything and as casually as I could, I sat down next to him, flicking my eyes to his red lips before I looked into his eyes.

“I’ve thought of ‘Little Dog’” He said and the sudden raspiness that was present in the dark notes of his voice made me shiver, turning to the puppy to smile at him.

“We’re not calling him that.”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re not, Harry.”

The silence lasted a couple of seconds, the heavy pants coming from both of us the only noise breaking the air. I couldn’t stop my head from spinning or my lips from tingling and I had to make an effort to focus on my surroundings, on stopping my hands to trail through his hair and pull him to me to kiss him once more. My heart was beating so fast anyway that it was all I could hear.

“What about Jagger?” He suggested, looking at me in the eyes as he scratched the puppy’s ear. It was good, it suited him and even better it reminded me of Harry. Like it was meant to.

“I like Jagger.”

“We have a name then.” He smiled tentatively and I smiled back, feeling a heaviness sit on my tummy as I tried to not look at Harry. Literally any other place was better. Awkwardness was slowly sipping up in the air and I shifted on the couch, trying to not bother Jagger as he started to look at my hand in interest and to lick on my skin with tiny little flick.

“H,” I started, and just saying that letter drained me of all the courage I had in me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean t-“ There was a lot more I wanted to say, but Harry shook his head, raising his hand to stop me.

“You know I never do anything I don’t want to, right?” He asked, looking at me intently, the intensity of his gaze making me hold on to Jagger tighter, like he was an anchor. I could feel my legs turning to jelly, the fact he admitted to wanting the kiss was amazing and scary at the same time. He’s my best friend, for fucks sake. “Don’t you?”

“Yes.” I nodded and looked up from Jagger, his eyes locking into mine.


I don’t think I had run so much in my entire life. I am pretty sure you can sum up all the hours I had run in my life, all of them, and it wasn’t going to be as much as I had played with Jagger that day. It was nearing 2 am and we were ready to pass out, lying down as Jagger trotted around the house.

I was as sleepy as I could be, but the kiss we had shared was still haunting me, not allowing me to fully relax in Harry’s presence. I knew he noticed. I knew I wasn’t being very inconspicuous but I couldn’t let go of the fact that we have kissed. After all those years, after going through puberty and the high of our hormones together, we had managed to not kiss and do something stupid but now that were grown adults, we couldn’t help it. I had to admit, if it was anyone else, I wouldn’t be so freaked out. But the chance of losing him, even the slight percentage was making my head pound. I was scared.

“Earth is calling!” I heard his raspy voice calling for me and I looked up, finding him looking down at me from the sofa, his eyes heavy from sleep and his cheek squished against the couch cushions.

“Hm, sorry.” I said, patting Jagger’s head as he stood next to me for a second before he sprinted off again. It was rather unfortunate; I needed his help in avoiding Harry’s stare.

“You’re gonna have to talk to me normally again, you know?” He asked and I sighed, rubbing my hands over my face.

“I’m sorry…It’s just, I don’t want things to get weird!” I exclaimed, letting my frustration get the best of me. I whined, sitting up so I could rest my back to the sofa and look at my hands as they fiddle with the little tear in my jeans.

“Things will only get weird if you continue insisting that they will. Don’t get too into your head love. I promise I’m not mad or thinking badly of you.” Harry said, sitting up as well and taking my hand as I got up hastily and got ready to leave. Pulling me to him, one of my knees in between his spread legs, my hands found purchase on his shoulders so I wouldn’t fall. We were face to face and his eyes were boring into mine, like I was so scared of. “It was quite lovely. Wouldn’t mind doing it again…” He said and my breath hitched on my throat.

“Don’t- don’t be like that Harry.” I whined, looking down and pushing myself away from him so I could go to bed and forget this ever happened. I thought things were going to be simple but I forgot I had a stubborn as hell best friend. He pulled me back down, this time making me sit on his lap and he leaned in, his lips catching mine before I could stop him in a quick kiss.

“Let’s go to sleep.” He whispered and I nodded, almost automatically, too lost in his green eyes and his electric kiss to even begin to think.

We got up from the couch and his hand wrapped around mine, leading me to the stairs as if he owned the place and I was the guest. It was almost silly, to think things could really change, that I could lose him over a kiss. I could not, I would not. I needed him in my life.

“C’mon baby, let’s go.” I said in a baby voice, standing at the end of the stairs to wait for him. I had almost gone to bed without him. Some mother I was. Jagger didn’t seem to mind about my slip, though, running up to me, with his tail swinging from side to side and his tongue pocked out, and he jumped into my arms, allowing me to pick him up.

When we got to my room, I breathed deep and decided to let go of my fears, at least for the night. I had to trust Harry in this one, cause if I didn’t, I was going to go mad. With a big sigh, I stripped down to my underwear, picking a large T-shirt on, that I was sure had belonged to Harry at some point, and taking my bra off from under it. I lied down on my bed, the only part of the house that was actually set, and I looked at Jagger as he jumped behind me, snuggling his little head to my tummy as I played with him, caressing his soft fur. When I felt Harry’s warm and naked chest pressing against my back, I didn’t even flinch, letting him pull me to his chest and nuzzle his cold nose against my neck. All of it was normal, it didn’t mean anything.  

“Why are your feet always so cold?!” I groaned, trying to pull away as his cold feet tangled with mine under the covers.

“Shh, don’t complain. You’re always drooling on my chest and I never say anything ‘bout it.”

“You’re saying it now!” I exclaimed, turning to look at him to see him chuckle.

“Goodnight, love.” He ignored me completely, his full lips puckering to give me a quick peck on the shoulder, his version of a goodnight kiss.

“Won’t have one with your squash feet freezing me to death.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be warm where you’re going.”

“Hey!! Shut up or you won’t get anymore kisses!!”

“Oh, are we negotiating now?” He said, raising his head from the pillow and looking down at me as he propped himself up on his elbows. A mischievous smile appeared on my face and I let my eyes wander to his lips, biting into the corner of my lips as I willed myself to look into his eyes.

“No, we’re not.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m not, but if anything goes wrong, I wanna put it on you.”


So, to celebrate MITAM and it’s wonderfulness, @punkcupcakestyles​ (aka Scar) and I decided to write a series together. This is the first installment, in which we worked very hard on. We will be writing all of the MITAM songs, not in the same order they are in the album but there will be a timeline. You guys will find all of it in both mine and Scar’s blog. Hopefully you’ll like it, please please please with a cherry on top tell us what you think! Lots of love, B xx


So the things I plan on doing so far in terms of mothering;

-baby wearing
(not sure if I want a ring sling, a sling or a Tula but this is a big yes)

-co sleeping
(ok so I don’t plan on co sleeping, I’ve just accepted that if it happens I’m all good with that)

-delayed cord clamping
(woah boy have I copped a lot of shit for wanting to do this)

-no crying it out
(sorry to my followers who use this method, I’m just not comfortable doing it)



We’ve just had a quiet week avoid the rain and waiting for Christmas to come, its so soon! I’ve got big plans for the holiday season, they mostly involve carrots, my blanket and sleeping, what more could any frenchie want? Presents, thats what. My list is pretty full this year, and you know I’ve been a good frenchie!

Little Book, Big Plans

As it is every year with Inktober, sleeping is a luxury. So once the challenge is over i’ve made it a habit to take a few days to rest before starting something new. Full disclosure: each year I create my own list for Inktober and these Muppets weren’t on it. They came about while traveling to NY at the start of Inktober 2016. It just so happened at the time I had this little $5 sketchbook with me which I actually purchased on a trip a year prior to Montauk, NY. Realizing time was going to be an issue, the first Muppet post of The Count was created. From that point on, things got crazy. For a $5, generic, gift shop sketchbook, made of recycled, toned paper, this book was pretty resilient to all types of ink. These illustrations were a blast to create, each one pushing my imagination further and further. Because of this, and because a number of you have asked… i’ve decided to take this project a bit further. I will be adding a couple more characters (which i’ll start posting soon) and finding a way to bring them to print! An official announcement post will be made once things are up and ready so stay tuned. A BIG Thank You to all of for your comments, suggestions, encouragement, and support… you’ve helped make this Inktober a success!

Vacation in the Sun- Jack Gilinsky imagine pt 1

; requested: Do you think you could do a Gilinsky imagine when your close friends and go on vacation, and start getting flirty and leads somewhere

So this will be a 2 part imagine, because it was also requested that i do a protective gilinsky imagine, which will be in the second part!

This also goes out to my girl omahasquadislife. hope this helps quench some of your thirst ;) lmao ;

“You guys, I’m so excited!” I squealed from the back seat. Nate, Sammy, and Nash turned around and looked at me laughing at my excitement. Jack Gilinsky sat next to me, and turned to him, giving him a huge grin. He placed his hand on my thigh and squeezed lightly. We were on our way to the airport to head to Florida for a week’s vacation, and I was most excited to go to Disney the first full day we were there. I was a child at heart, so I was giddy to be able to meet and talk to all the Disney princesses.

We parked the car and hopped out while Sammy ran to go pay for the week’s parking. We waited for the rest of the guys to join us; all together it was Me, Nate, Sammy, Nash, Jack G, Johnson, Matt, Cameron, Dillon, Kenny, and John. It was going to be the first time in a while that we all were able to go on vacation together, and I could already tell things were going to be hectic with the way they were pushing each other around the parking lot.

“You ready, babe?” Jack was standing by my side, looking down at me through his dark eyelashes. I nodded my head furiously and he laughed.

“I’ll race you to security” He said before sprinting off. I laughed and ran to catch up, always a few steps behind him. He stopped in front of the checkpoint, and I ran up to him, throwing my arms around his waist and hugging from behind.

“Looks like I won” He said grinning at me. I lightly hit his chest, to out of breath to say anything. He laughed and kissed the top of my head. The boys came up to us one by one, and we made our way through security, boarding the plane not long after.

4 hours later

I stretched my legs as we walked off the plane. I groaned as my muscles stretched out, and I felt hands start rubbing my shoulders.

“Sleep well?” I heard Nate ask from behind me. He must’ve been the one rubbing my shoulders. I moaned in response and chuckled.

“C’mon lil mama, let’s walk” He said, pushing me forward lightly. We moved to the baggage claim, grabbing our luggage and making our way to the bus that would take us to our hotel. The boys were hyped to be in Florida, so I made my way to the back, sitting down in the window seat. Jack was the last one to walk on the bus, and he made his way back to me, and I smiled at him before resting my head on the window.

“Well that can’t be too comfy. Here” He said, moving his arm and motioning for me to lay on his shoulder. I put my head down, and his arm hung across my shoulders. I quickly drifted to sleep, only being slightly woken up by Jack carrying me off the bus.

“Jeez, I didn’t realize the plane ride would tire Y/N out that quickly” I heard John comment, but I was too tired to even open my eyes.

“Yeah, traveling wears her out, it always has” Jack replied. We had gone on many trips together, so he was used to my sleepiness. “I’m just gonna take her right to her room” He said before walking us to the elevator. I felt him place light kisses in my hair as he held me, and I snuggled into the crook of his neck.

A few minutes later, Jack was shuffling to open the door. I heard him softly kick the door open and walk in, flipping on the lights. The bright light shone behind my eyelids, and I closed my eyes tighter, trying to block out the light. Jack walked over to the first bed and lightly placed me down, pulling the covers out from underneath me and tucking me in. As he pulled away to leave, I instinctively pulled on his arm, not wanting him to leave.

“What’s up, Y/N?” He asked quietly, sitting on the edge of my bed.

“Don’t leave me” I whined out of tiredness. He let out of a soft chuckle before kicking his shoes off and lying in bed next to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to his chest. I sighed in content, and buried my face into his chest, inhaling his gorgeous smell. He kissed my temple and began to run his fingers up and down my sides, sending tingles throughout my body.

“Hey Jack?” I asked him, my words slightly mumbled from speaking into his chest.

“Yeah?” He replied, not stopping his fingers even though he knew I was awake now.

“How come you don’t have a girlfriend?” I asked him with all sincerity. The guys were never afraid to bring their girls around me, as they expected me to approve of them before they got truly serious with them. But Jack hadn’t brought a girl around any of us in quite a while, and I curious as to why.

“I don’t know. I guess I just haven’t found the right girl that I click with, ya know? I want a girl that’s just as passionate with life as I am, and that will support me no matter what. I need someone who understands how hectic my life is right now, and I won’t mind if I can’t see her all the time, or talk to her all the time, but will understand that I’m always thinking about her. I want someone to share all of my biggest accomplishments with, but I’m still trying to find that person who I know will appreciate them as much I as do. I don’t know Y/N, it’s complicated. I’m complicated” He explained, laughing towards the end.

“You’re not complicated Jack, you just know what you want and won’t settle” I said, scooting up in bed and looking at him.

“Exactly. Besides, why look for a girlfriend when I have all of that in you” He nipped the exposed skin on my neck, causing me to shriek and giggle. He pulled me closer to him and kissed the tip of my nose.

“I’m serious Y/N. You’re all I need right now” He flashed me a smile, and I blushed, my face slightly illuminated from the light that was still on. He reached up and brushed some hair out of my eyes, sending shivers down my spine.

“You’re beautiful” he whispered, causing me to turn an even brighter shade of red.

“Oh shush, Jack. I think you’re speaking out of jetlag right now. Let’s get some sleep, okay? We’ve got big plans tomorrow” I said, turning around in his arms and facing the other way. He wrapped his arms around my stomach and pulled me tight against him. I kept replaying the words that he said over and over in my head, wondering if he actually meant it. I blushed again at the thought before drifting off to sleep.


Smoky Mountains National Park - Chimney Tops Trail

The second day at the Great Smoky Mountains National Park started and I finally got my much needed sleep. The big plan for the day was to hike up Chimney Tops Trail which is one of the mountains in the park. It is 4,724 feet above sea level. The hike is just two miles long however it is very steep as it climbs 1,400 feet in that distance. On the way there I did the occasional stop to take pictures of the views along the Newfound Gap Road and of the rivers that ran parallel to the road at times. 

It was very windy and rainy when I got to the trailhead but it was better as the cold wind felt good when you are exhausted. I had to stop a couple of times as the flat Florida hikes don’t prepare you for steep inclines at all! It took me about an hour and twenty minutes to reach the last stretch to the summit. It was nervewracking to say the least as it was basically at least a 45 degree rockface that you crawl up sideways on with drop offs on either side. The rockface being wet and the constant battering of the wind was not very encouraging. There was a group of friends headed down when I got there and they said they went all the way to the top and that the view was worth it; one guy in the group also said “There’s no one there anymore so make sure you don’t slip and die!”. What lovely words of encouragement! I headed on up anyway up to a ledge that I could set up my tripod and gear on. Any further than that and it felt too dangerous to attempt already with the conditions and the tripod strapped to my backpack which didn’t help at all. I stayed there on my rock perch with drop offs on all sides for about an hour and a half just enjoying the moment and taking pictures. It was wonderful. I hiked / half jogged back down and that was much more easier with the help of gravity and it took less than an hour. 

Photographed by: Paolo Nacpil

September 21st (Part 2) - Kissed By The Baddest Bidder Birthday Fic

Read part 1 here

Game: Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

Pairing: MC + Mamoru Kishi

Genre: fluffy, silly, cute

Summary: MC and Mamo have the same birthday! 

A/N: This is a sequel to the original birthday fic I wrote for Mamoru a year ago (linked at the top) I might write another one next year. We’ll see ;)

Keep reading


Every day’s a hassle when you never sleep at night.
Tossing and turning and shaking uncomfortably.
But today’s the fucking weekend
So we’re sleeping until five.
Wake up and lock the door and burn off calories.

Never let go when you talk to me.
Your stories are boring, they put me to sleep.
But that’s just what I wanted
And I swear that’s what I needed,
My busy day of sleeping in.

Cut power to the cell phones, automate all replies
Pass out on couches, put wings in the microwave.
Open up a bottle, it’ll beep when they are done.
I heard it beep. Fuck it, man. Let’s have another one.

Do you have a prob if I drink some more?
You don’t have a problem. Let’s both drink some more.
‘Cause this is all I needed, yeah
Alcohol and coffee
My busy day of sleeping in.

They’re all mindless sheep.
Let’s kick everyone else’s ass and teeth
Right in
Nails right through their feet.
The world cannot move now, let’s go back to sleep.

When we rejoin the public, we’ll laugh at everyone.
Chumps who celebrate four-month anniversaries.
They’re all fucking suckers, I’m done with everyone.
'Cause I finally found someone who’s antisocial with me.

Never let go when you talk to me.
Your stories are boring, they put me to sleep.
Everyone can die now,
'cause I found you and you’re perfect.
My busy day of sleeping in.