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Heather Powers
Age 21
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Heather groaned as she picked up her black suitcase from the belt. Lifting up the handle to let it just roll behind her made lugging this heavy thing significantly easier. She headed towards the exit of the terminal looking for her mother. She looked around, staring at each woman that looked to be in her 50's. Though none matched the memory of her mother.

It had been more than three years since she left for Italy on a foreign exchange program. It had definitely been an excellent adventure, met some great people and of course the men there were entirely different from American men. However she knew she couldn't stay forever seeing as how her visa was soon to expire. She had called her mother and asked if she could pick her up from the airport when she got back.

Soon five minutes passed, then twenty and finally she had enough, she called her mother to only find out that she couldn't pick her up. Heather would have to get a taxi. The problem was that she didn't have enough US currency to make it home and from the background noise, Heather knew she was still at work. Groaning from frustration, she mumbled something about her room still being there but then her mom chimed in and said they had put everything into storage when she had left and her room was now the office.

Now she was royally pissed, not only had her mother failed to mention that her room was in boxes but she had nowhere to stay. Her mother suggested calling her brother to see if maybe he had a spare room. It wasn't something she would have considered. Heather hadn't seen her brother in nearly 8 years since he had gone off to college and moved on with his life. Although he was her step-brother (different father), she always considered him as her annoying older brother but she secretly looked up to him because of how nice he always had been.

She quickly gave her a mom a goodbye and hit the End button on her phone. What an airhead... still can't remember a date let alone anything else, she thought to herself. Dialing her brothers cell phone, she tapped her foot as her leg rested over the other. She voiced that picked up on the end didn't sound like her brother but then again, it had been a long time since she had talked to him. "Hey bro... it's Heather... I got a favor to ask... Would you be able to pick me up from the airport? Mom, being the airhead she is forgot my plane landed today and can't pick me up and I don't have enough money for a taxi. So would you be able to come get me?" Heather never let her brother say anything after he responded with hey. That's just what she was used to in Italy, to make things brief and quick without any interruption. She was desperate and she had yet to even ask about crashing with him...
 
Wayne Jackson
Age: 30

5.30pm. That's the time that Wayne was supposed to finish work everyday. However the clock only read 2pm and he was done for the day. As he walked out of the office he endured the taunts of his colleagues. Someone shouted out "Part Timer!" - just before he reached the door he looked back and gave them a smile.

In truth Wayne was just about hanging on. Work had been absolutely crazy for the past couple of weeks - the company had taken on a massive project to completely overhaul the database for a big record label in just a month. Wayne had begged to lead the project, not just for the work but also because he was the lead guitarist in an indie rock band called Glory Box, and he had hoped to learn a bit about the music industry. The new system had rolled out in the past two weeks and Wayne and his team had finally managed to get on top of all the bugs and tweaks that were required.

Since he'd been working so hard, the director had given Wayne the rest of the week off, starting from 2pm on a Wednesday. He had no idea what he was going to do with his time, but from his point of view, he was learning towards going home and getting some much needed rest. So when his phone rang, he groaned inwardly, especially when he didn't recognise the number. It was a big surprise when he heard, "Hey bro... it's Heather... I got a favor to ask... Would you be able to pick me up from the airport? Mom, being the airhead she is forgot my plane landed today and can't pick me up and I don't have enough money for a taxi. So would you be able to come get me?"

"Hey"

Click

Then the line was gone.

Starting the car, Wayne sighed and made the right turn out of the car park to head to the airport, instead of the left turn to his apartment. Heather was his half sister, but he hadn't seen her for around 8 years. Had it really been that long? In truth they weren't very close - Wayne was already 11 when she was born, and he hadn't spent much time at home while she was growing up. Wayne's father had died when he was just 6, and when his mum remarried he didn't take well to the new family situation, and took it out on his mother and his stepfather.

Wayne had never held any grudges against his step sister though, despite the unreasonable nature of his teenage years, he knew that he could never take it out on a kid. When he went to college he managed to stay away from home for 5 years - mostly by taking on work during the breaks, and by doing a Masters course after he finished his first degree. Upon returning, Heather had already gone to Italy, and he was still in a somewhat frosty relationship with his parents, so he got his own apartment to make things easier.

So somehow it had worked out that he hadn't see Heather in 8 years, and now he was off to the airport to pick her up. Walking through the arrivals area, he realised that he didn't even know what she looked like anymore, so he pulled out his phone and called her.

"Where are you?"

"I'm waving my hand, can you see me?"

Looking around, he finally saw a hand poking out amongst the crowd. What looked back at him took his completely by surprise. Instead of the little girl he remembered, he saw a raven haired brunette with a figure that could launch a thousand ships. What the hell?

"Heather?"
 
Normally, especially in this kind of heat she'd be dressed a little more provocatively. However due to the long 9+ hour flight, she dressed in sweats. Tight around the butt but loose around the ankles, were her black sweat pants and then on top, she wore a form fitting bra cami underneath her comfy Italy soccer sweatshirt. She definitely wasn't dressed to impress but she made it look good.

She spotted the stunned face of her brother. He seemed different from her memories but then again, 8 years does a lot to a person. Wayne had a rugged look to him but damn he looked good! She trudged over to him, "Wayne, my god it's so good to see you!" She wrapped her right around him pressing her body to his in a tight embrace. Wow, he feels good against me, she thought but then broke the embrace to not make it feel awkward.

"I can't believe it's been so long. You look good! I'm sorry about this mess, I hope it wasn't a problem coming to get me... I know it's the middle of the day and all."
 
Wayne had to pause a moment to take her in. Even though she was dressed casually, the Italian soccer jersey she was wearing clung to her body in a way that made him think very bad thoughts. He was still processing the image when she wrapped her arms around him - instinctively he hugged her back, and then felt incredibly guilty as he felt a stirring in his loins. Luckily she disengaged before she could notice anything, and before his body could respond in the only way it knew how to.

"I can't believe it's been so long. You look good! I'm sorry about this mess, I hope it wasn't a problem coming to get me... I know it's the middle of the day and all." Even when she was apologetic she looked damn sexy. Wayne fought to control himself, after all she was his half sister and thought like that could get him arrested in pretty much every civilised country in the world.

"No problem", he replied. "I had the afternoon off work anyway. Let's get you out of here. Where should I take you?"
 
"That's another thing." She sighed following him out of the airport, her bag rolling behind her. "Mom failed to tell me that she took apart my room and made it into a office or gym or whatever. I was hoping that maybe I could stay with you for a little bit. At least until I find my own apartment of course!"

She felt bad asking, especially since it was last minute. The sliding doors opened and the warm summer air hit her like a bag of bricks after being in the A/C for along time. Taking a deep breath, she let out a big sigh and smiled. It was good to be back. Heather heard the beep of the car off to the side and she truly was surprised at the car he had. "Wow Wayne, nice car!"
 
Wayne was shocked when Heather asked to stay at his place - the big brother in him immediately came to the surface and he though to himself about what an inconvenience it would be to house his little sister for a while. Especially when he was thinking about calling the hot blonde that he met at the band's last gig. Looking back at Heather he finally saw her as the little sister and pain in the ass that most siblings are.

Especially when she was impressed with his car. Wayne remembered that most college age kids have never seen a nice car before, let along sat in one. He was proud of his Audi A8 - he'd got a massive bonus last year and decided to treat himself as a reward. The car was his pride and joy and he treasured it almost as much as his guitar. As he put her bag in the trunk, he snapped back to reality.

"I'd forgotten that mom had converted your room," he said. "You can't sleep on the street, so I guess you'll have to stay at mine for now. You wanna head back to the apartment or get something to eat first?"
 
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She rubbed her temples as she got in the car. Heather let out a yawn before answer, "this jet-lag kinda hit me harder than I had expected it would. Would it be ok if we just headed to your apartment?"

As soon as they were on the road, she put her seat back to stretch her body out. The sweatshirt she was wearing rose up revealing a good amount of her flat, tan stomach. "SO...! What's my big brother been up to? Any girls I should know about before heading in with you?"
 
It was getting hard to concentrate. Heather had stretched out in the car, pushing the back seat down so she could rest flat on the chair. In doing so, her shirt had lifted up, revealing a beautiful flat stomach. Wayne forced his eyes on the road and away from her; any wandering eyes now could cause disaster.

"SO...! What's my big brother been up to? Any girls I should know about before heading in with you?" She asked, her voice slightly muffled since it was travelling from the back of the car.

"No one with me I'm afraid," he replied, "Had a couple of exes in the past few years but at the moment I'm flying solo. So you'll have the run of the apartment to yourself. Only thing you gotta watch out for is my guitar and my....."

With a shock Wayne realised he had left a couple of porn dvd's out last night. How the hell was he going to get rid of them before Heather noticed?
 
She looked at him curiously with an arched brow, "and your..." Heather just grinned and then laughed a little. Things were whizzing by them and eventually they arrived at his apartment.

Stretching again as she got out of the car, she headed to the trunk to get her bags but before she could even try to reach for them, he quickly pulled it out. "You know, I'm fully capable of handling my own luggage... unless there is no elevator then yes you will need to help me" She teased and smiled her bright smile she had always had.
 
"You know, I'm fully capable of handling my own luggage... unless there is no elevator then yes you will need to help me

Wayne's mind was racing as he was trying to think of ways to be able to hide the dvd's before Heather could see them. Running up the stairs wasn't one of them - he lived in a luxury apartment (again financed by bonuses).

"No there's an elevator. I thought you might be tired from the flight that's all", he improvised, only really keeping half an eye on the conversation.

As they walked through the lobby he nodded to Steve, the security guard. "Steve, this is my sister Heather," he said, "I thought you'd better meet her since she's going to be staying with me for a while." Steve meanwhile, stood there dumbstruck and mouth open when Heather smiled at him. Poor Steve, he'd probably never been so close to a beautiful young woman before.

In the elevator, Wayne formulated a plan. He would show her the guest bedroom first. Hopefully Heather would just jump straight into the shower or go to bed, and that would give him a chance to tidy up the lounge and remove any offending items. The doors opened, and he led her down the corridor to his apartment....
 
Before getting into the elevator she waved goodbye to Steve and then headed on up. Once they reached the 8th floor, Heather rolled her suitcase along the carpeted hallway till they reached his apartment.

Inside she smiled as she looked around, as a guy's apartment it was clean and simple but not overly simple. "Wow, I love the apartment Wayne! Thank you so much for letting me stay here!" She jumped into a hug with him and kissed his cheek before rolling her suitcase down the hall till she found a bedroom without much in it except a bed and dresser, figuring it was the guest bedroom.
 
Luckily for Wayne, Heather made her way down the corridor almost immediately, with only a cursory glance at the lounge as she walked past. She had also hugged him again when they entered the flat, once again plunging him in that confusing state between sexual arousal and brotherly love. To compound the guilt, she had kissed him on the cheek, an action which had once again started that stirring feeling in his groin.

While she wandered down the corridor he quickly popped into the lounge and shoved the dvds into one of the drawers in the TV cabinet, figuring he could go back and hide them properly later. Wayne then found Heather already in the guest bedroom.

"Sorry its so bare," he said, "It's been a while since the room has been used." He pulled some sheets and towels out of the dresser. "I guess I'd better put these on so you can use the bed properly."
 
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"That might help" She giggled as she began to unpack her rather stuffed suitcase. A lot of the tops and shorts were from Italy so they were of the best quality and lasted a long time. Some were daytime tops and others were night tops that she wore out to party, some which were quite risque. She hung most of them but there were a few others, her night time wear tops that she threw into the dresser.

Soon followed her shorts which were quite short compared to American shorts but they looked great on her. Finally, her very sexy swim-suits and bed-time clothes. She could feel the eyes of her brother staring at some of her clothes but she didn't mind, if anythign she liked it a lot. It had been a long time since she had been with a man and believe it or not, she even had fantasized about him from time to time.

Moving the suitcase against the wall, her backpack was next which had all of her electronics like her laptop and iPod, security hadn't let her through with some of her other bathroom items which had pissed her off but there was nothing she had been able to do about it. "Well I think that's it, how'd the bed go?"
 
Wayne started fitting up the bed, and Heather started unpacking her suitcase. He was a little surprised that she was willing to just unpack things in front of her older brother. While Wayne tried not to look, some of the outfits she was putting into the dresser were so skimpy they were almost illegal. Their mother would not be impressed.

As an almost natural instinct, Wayne started to think about how some of those clothes would look on Heather. Shorts that would show off her firm ass, tops that would definitely show of her sizeable bust. When she started unpacking swim suits and pyjamas, he was focusing very little on the bed sheets, doing them almost on unconscious memory, while envisioning Heather on a beach rocking some of those bikinis.

Wayne suddenly realised his erection was straining against his jeans - he instinctively knelt down behind the bed and made a show of tucking in the bedsheets. How would Heather react if she turned around and saw his bulging pants?

"Well I think that's it, how'd the bed go?" she said, her eyes almost teasing him as he looked up.

"All done here," Wayne replied, struggling to contain the embarrassment in his voice. "Do you wanna freshen up before you take a nap or something?"
 
She stared at him for a bit, confused that if he was done why was he kneeling behind the bed? Then let it go, "right... okay... I'm actually not wearing any make-up or anything so I'm good." She took off her sweatshirt revealing her ample chest underneath her bra-cami.

"Wake me up around five okay? I'd like to have dinner with my brother to catch up a bit more. Ok? Thank you so much!" She jumped on the bed, everything bouncing with her.
 
Wayne was struggling to rationalise his thoughts. As he knelt behind the bed, Heather gave him a confused look, and he wondered for a moment whether she had noticed his bulge.

"Wake me up around five okay? I'd like to have dinner with my brother to catch up a bit more. Ok? Thank you so much!

Then she suddenly pulled off her top and dived on the bed! Wayne's eyes almost popped out as he got an eyeful of Heather bouncing up and down on his bed wearing just her sweat pants and a bra. His senses heightened in the moment, and he seemed to see her breasts move in slow motion, threatening to bust out of her top.

"I'll uh.....let you rest then!" he stammered, and then left the room, almost running. Rushing to the living room, he flopped on the couch, realising that he was getting sweaty. His cock was raging now, and he lay there out of breath, trying to collect his thoughts.

First thought was to take care of his erection. He opened the belt on his pants, giving his cock a bit of room, and sighed in relief as the tightness subsided. While Heather had made him incredibly horny, Wayne wanted to distract himself from thoughts of her, so he went to the drawer and pulled out one of the dvd's he put away earlier. Closing the door to the lounge, he stuck in the disk in the player, turned on the tv, and got comfortable on his sofa.
 
When he had left the room, she had gotten up and closed the door, although leaving it open a crack. She stripped down to nothing, she had always preferred sleeping in the nude because it was significantly more comfortable. Whens he was under the comforter she rubbed her hands all over her body feeling up her generous breasts, hardened nipples and damp pussy.

Quickly though, she was out and into a very clear and sexy dream. Though very descriptive, she couldn't see who the guy was but his shaft had been huge. Heather had always loved cock, and she did everything to it in the dream that should could do in real life.

While in the bed, she had kicked her right leg out from the comforter and arms splayed out over her head. Heather had always slept like a rock and slept through any storm, which is why she had asked her brother to wake her up since the alarm clock wouldn't wake her up.
 
Even though Wayne was watching one of his favourite movies, he couldn't stop thinking about Heather. His arousal was far over weighing the guilt he felt over oogling his half sister. Even though his cock was rock hard, he just couldn't get into the movie. Sighing to himself, he decided to cut his losses and head back to his bedroom to try and get some sleep as well, hoping that it would clear his head. Turning off the TV, he got up and went to his bedroom.

However, when he walked past the guest bedroom he noticed the door ajar. As he went to close it, he heard a noise coming from the room. Just out of curiosity, Wayne went to the door and peered through - what he saw almost knocked him off his feet. Heather was lying on the bed, arms and legs spread, with the duvet covering just her upper body and one of her legs. He couldn't help but notice the lack of straps on her shoulders, and a completely bare leg. Was she naked?

Wayne couldn't help but ease the door open to get a better look. Heather's skin looked soft and smooth, and as he played his eyes over her naked form, he realised that he could see just a little bit of her crotch that was slightly exposed. His breathing became heavier, and suddenly he realised that he was caressing his dick outside of his pants.
 
In her dream she was getting fucked sensless by this man without face. The man rolled her over and spooned with her, fucking her hard and grabbing her tits. Yet in real life, she had rolled over with the duvet now between her legs, the bare leg on top and she was pushing her ass out.

In this pose, Wayne would be able to see the crack of her ass but also her moist pussy lips, even with the shaded window. Also due to her rolling onto her side, one boob had come out from under the blanket was not entirely visible, not yet...

Without even realizing it, she softly said in her sleep "please.... please fuck me.... oh ya..." Yet in her dream, the man giving her the best fuck of her life had been faceless though there was something about the way he stood and moved that she recognized but couldn't make it out.
 
Wayne was mesmerised by Heather's sleeping form - he didn't dare to go any closer even though he was dying to see more of her body. The blinds still let in enough light for him to see Heather's body. He noticed her skin was starting to sweat, her body moving around gently, and a few soft noises coming from her mouth. Was she always like this when she slept? Wayne remembered that Heather as a child was the heaviest sleeper in her family - given the chance she would sleep just about anywhere as long as she was comfortable.

Suddenly she rolled over onto her side and away from the window, trapping the duvet between her legs, and sticking her round ass out slightly. Now Wayne had a perfect view of the bottom half of Heather's body. He admired her toned legs, until his eyes became drawn to her pussy lips, glistening in the weak sunlight, and he realised that she must be aroused. His imagination ran riot as the penny dropped - Heather was dreaming about sex.

"please.... please fuck me.... oh ya..."

His suspicions confirmed, Wayne crept in for a closer look. Heather's new position has also exposed the side of her breast - he couldn't quite see her nipples, but she was still a glorious sight. He stood just a couple of steps away from the bed and pulled his cock out of his boxers so that he could stroke it gently while admiring her body. He was so horny he didn't care about the guilt anymore.
 
Heather groaned in her sleep but suddenly rolled back over onto her back. Her head rolled toward where Wayne stood, she licked her lips but then left them slightly open. Her tits were now fully uncovered by duvet and her pussy was visible with the duvet only covering one leg.

"Mmm, that feels...mmmm" Heather moaned in her sleep, totally unaware of what her brother was doing beside her.
 
Wayne was trying to stroke his cock as gently as possible, he didn't want to cum too fast while he was enjoying the sight of Heather virtually simulating sex, albeit while she was asleep. Seeing her naked in front of him, with her skin flushed and her breathing getting harder - it was the closest he would get to seeing her fully aroused.

Heather rolled over onto her back and he finally got to see her bare breasts in all their glory. They were huge, even bigger than he thought, with her nipples showing the obvious signs of arousal, and he thought of his cock sliding inbetween them while she looked up at him with those bright blue eyes, begging for him to cum. Her lips parted and he was sure that she licked them before saying, "Mmm, that feels...mmmm."

With her mouth now slightly open, he started to envision Heather sucking his cock...
 
As the man in her dream start cum, she came as well. Her body shaking, without even any contact. She didn't recall ever having a dream this intense, that actually made her cum like that. To both of their surprises, her eyes fluttered open.

Seeing him pumping his cock above her, she now knew why she had that dream. Heather wanted her brother and by the look of things, he wanted her. So when they noticed both of them staring at each other in silence she took the initiative and moved a hand to his cock, enveloping it in her hand. "Was... this for me?"
 
Wayne was entranced by the sight of Heather lying naked on the bed in front of him. He couldn't take his eyes of her; he knew that she was one of the most beautiful and sexy women he had ever seen. Every part of his body was screaming at him to fuck her, but she was still lying there asleep while he was standing next to her jerking his cock.

Her breathing quickened - was she about to cum? Suddenly she started to shake, and she gasped a few times and he knew that was her orgasm. God she looked amazing like that, writhing on the sheets only made him grab his cock harder. Only her hand moved quicker, and she grabbed his dick. He froze and looked at her face, and realised in horror that she had woken up.

"Was... this for me?"

Her hand was slowly carressing his rod. She must have been able to feel how hard it was, his cock involuntarily jumping every time Heather's fingers brushed along the shaft. Wayne found himself unable to speak, barely able to even release a strangled sound when he tried to say something.
 
Heather sat up, looking at his cock as if inspecting it. She got close to the side of it, inhaling the musky smell of it. She looked back up at him, lust in her eyes and smiling. "I did this? Only seems right for me to take care of it." She gently kissed the side of his dick, and then kissed every part of it until she reached the head again.

Adjusting her seating position, she planted her feet on the floor and wrapping her hand around his big dick, unable to wrap her fingers entirely around it. She held it at the base, winked at her brother and slid the tip just past her lips licking the head before quickly taking it down to her hand using her throat and tongue to massage it.
 
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