"Oh, but I do understand," she blurted. "Really I do."

Bob drained his glass and took her hands in his. "I believe you do, Sis. Maybe it's because we share the same blood, but I feel closer to you than I do to Judy or the kids sometimes."

Suddenly he pulled her against him. Her arms hung limply at her sides as his lips moved close to hers. Her breathing quickened. Then they were kissing and Bob was plunging his tongue into her mouth.

She automatically began pushing him away. "Mmmmmmmmm," she sputtered, but he kept his lips plastered to hers.

She stopped struggling and returned his kisses. It was crazy and wrong. She had come to her brother for advice and now he was kissing her. Would he go further? She had fantasized about this moment for years. Was it really happening or was she dreaming?

It was really happening. She was certain of that when Bob moved a hand between her legs.

"What are you doing?" she murmured, his lips still pressed against hers.

"We both need it, Sis," he said.

Pleasure such as she'd never felt radiated all over her body, but centered in her pussy. He was right. They did need it. And why not enjoy each other? They were kin, weren't they?

Yet when he began opening her blouse she knew she ought to stop him. She made no protest when his fingers moved under her bra and touched bare tit-flesh. When he found her nipples, she sighed and leaned against him heavily. Waves of desire surged through her as he fondled her quickly stiffening nipples.

"Oh, Bob," she sighed. "I just can't help myself."

"Me either, Sis."

She giggled even while he frenched her. "What would Mom say?"