A few moments later, Jack roared into the parking lot, parked Don's cycle and ambled over. He sat down.

"Same place…" Jack told him, "and remember, only in ounces from now on!"

"I'll remember!" Don said, getting up. "See you around!"

He mounted his motorcycle, started it and headed for home. As he roared along the avenue, his long hair blowing in the wind, he spotted her walking along the sidewalk. He would know her anywhere, her auburn hair, the way she walked.

Pulling alongside her, he stopped and grinned. "Want a ride… Sis?"

Charity returned her brother's smile. "Sure, if you promise to go slow, I don't want my hair to blow all over!"

She climbed behind him, straddling the cycle saddle, exposing her firm young thighs as her skirt hiked up. The vision of those lovely columns was not lost on Don Scott. He thought his sister had the most beautiful figure he had ever seen. Many times, lately, he had spied on her in various stages of undress… and last week, he had caught her completely nude when he had walked into her room without knocking. She had been flustered, covered herself in embarrassment and shooed him out of the room, but not before he had gotten his eyes full.

Don rode slow, enjoying the feel of her arms around his middle and the twin mounds of her luscious breasts seemed to be boring holes into his back.

Shit! Chicks like Marcy are like nothing… compared to. Sis! She's really got it… and all in the right places, too…! But damn it! She's still my sister! Christ! If she wasn't I'd really want to swing with her! Man! She's something else!

He allowed his hand to drift down to her knee and run up her thigh a few inches while he steered the cycle with one hand. Charity slapped his hand away, and she cringed, inwardly, at the salacious suggestiveness of his caress. She put her mouth next to his ear and shouted over the roar of the wind, "That's not nice, Donnie! Stop it!"