A better middle.

The altercation with your father largely forgotten, both you and Shelly settle into the lengthy ride to the restaurant. In order to avoid the potential of running into people you know, the reservation you made is in the next town over, which means a ride of about thirty minutes or so, and you quickly fall into an easy conversation with your sister. You'd feared that the unreal nature of the situation--a honest to goodness date between a brother and sister--might create an uncomfortable block, but before you've driven more than half a mile the two of you are laughing like fools at each other's comments. You've been on quite a few dates before, had a fair share of girlfriends, but you quickly realize that none of them have felt as natural, as this one; it just feels...right.

About halfway through the drive, Shelly sneaks her hand onto your lap and presses her palm against your dick, continuing her side of the conversation without pause. With gentle, subtle circles, her hand makes your cock stir in your pants and you shift in your seat, now uncomfortable. As it grows bigger and bigger, you see a sneaky, pleased grin from your sister but that's the only change that occurs. The conversation continues at pace and, despite the overt rubbing of your dick, it doesn't turn sexual at all.

Fucking tease, you think as she squeezes your hardness. She really is going to drive me crazy tonight, isn't she? Two can play this game.

Following suit, you leave on hand on the wheel and place the other on the soft skin of her upper thigh. Without hesitation, Shelly opens her legs to give you access and you slide higher, finder her moist hole already dripping. You play with her pussy lips, rubbing them beneath your probing fingers and parting them to slip just inside her folds. You can't focus as much as you'd like on pleasuring your sister, as you don't want to crash your car, but you're able to keep her juices flowing with your playful touches, all while she does the same with your crotch. It's a surprisingly erotic situation, carrying on a normal conversation while you mutually masturbate each other.

By the time you arrive at the restaurant, the urge to throw Shelly in the backseat and fuck her in the parking lot is strong. But you have other plans for your first fuck, and a heated fumbling in a cramped car is not it. So you both break apart reluctantly and climb out of the car, adjusting your clothes--you sliding your erection to the side to try and hide it (you're largely unsuccessful to its giant size, but it's better than nothing) and Shelly pulling her skirt down to (barely) cover her dripping female parts. As she takes your arm and you walk into the restaurant, you also notice that your drive has created two other prominent additions, which are clearly poking through the top of her dress, ridiculously close to where her gaping cleavage is on display beneath crisscrossing black strings.

"Good evening," the maitre'd says, head tucked down to examine the reservation book at his station. "Name?"

You give your name and the man runs down his list, stopping halfway down and making a mark. "Excellent. If you would please follow...." The man's voice trails off when he looks up, seeing Shelly and her outfit for the first time. He doesn't seem quite sure where to look, as no matter which part of her body he gazes, there's plenty of succulent, sexy skin to find. With a shake, his professionalism kicks in and he clears his throat. "Please follow me to your table."

Your table is set in a back corner of the large room and you've never experienced a walk quite like it. The normal susurrus of noise constant in a restaurant--the clink of silverware on plates, muted discussions, the movement of waiters--falls off as you and your sister make your way past the waiting away. Heads turn as you walk past. Mouths freeze halfway open. Delicious, mouth-watering food lies forgotten. Every eye tracks your movements--almost all staring lustfully at your curvaceous date and her outrageous dress, and the remaining green with jealousy, either at your luck of dating such a babe or from the unfairness of how beautiful Shelly looks. You even catch the maitre'd sneak a glance as you pass a giant mirror attached to a nearby wall, slowing his stride to lengthen his view.

You decide to play it to the hilt. You lower your hand, currently attached to your sisters waist, until it rests on the plentiful curves of her ass. A woman at a nearby gasps lightly as you give Shelly's tush a light but noticeable squeeze. Your sister tries to contain a giggle, obviously enjoying all the attention.

You manage to make it to your table without the room exploding from the tension, but it's a close thing. As you take your seats, the rest of the diners begin to return to their normal routines, but every once in a while you notice furtive glances in your direction. Your waiter takes your orders--spending an admirable time distinctly not look at your sister's deep cleavage--and you and Shelly return to the quiet, easy, simple conversation you'd started in the car, picking it up like you hadn't had any interruptions. You're again struck by how easy and comfortable this date feels and you settle in for a nice meal.

But Shelly has other plans. After your drinks are delivered to your table, she leans forward, deliberately smashing her plump tits against the table top, and murmurs in a low voice, "I can't wait to have your cock in my mouth again. You tasted so delicious last time!" She then settles back, a sexy curve on her lips and takes a sip of her water like nothing happened.

She does it again a few minutes later. "Have you thought about what the rest of these people would do if you threw me down onto the table and fucked me right in front of them. Your big dick pounding my tight little hole; it's be real easy since I'm not wearing panties. Mmmm...it makes my pussy tingle just picturing it."

Your cock is suffering from it's own throbbing sensations and you realize that your sister truly meant what she said earlier. She's going to tease you all night long. Time for some payback, you think silently and wait for her next lewd comment.

After the hors d'oeuvres are placed in front of you, Shelly says, "I'm going to give you the fuck of your life tonight. When I'm done with you, you won't be able to get hard for a week."

Grinning wickedly back, you reply, "Before the end of tonight, your face is going to be covered in my cum and you're going to love it like the horny slut you are." Shelly moans and closes her eyes at your words, her whole body shuddering lightly. When she opens them back up, a devil has taken over and you can feel her foot slide up your calf in not-so-subtle movements.

"Scarlett begged me to give her details about how big your cock is and she practically drooled when I told her just how long, thick and juicy it really is. How does it feel to have two sexy, teenage bitches lusting after your prick?" Shelly asks when the meal arrives, using a breadroll to show exactly how she described your crotch--quite accurately as it turns out.

"Pretty damn good," you admit, crossing your arms. No need to tell her just how much you've interacted with Jean or your mother in the dream world just yet. "I think the first time I screw Scarlett, I'm going to tie you up real tight and sit you down in a chair so you can watch me fuck your best friend over and over again. It'll only be once she passes out from exhaustion that I'll untie you and let you clean her up. With your tongue." A growl rushes past her lips as she bares her teeth. You detect both jealousy and lust but, if you had to guess, you'd say the lust was more dominant.

By the time the check arrives, your pole is pressing painfully against the zipper of your pants. Shelly pierces you with a look and before the waiter even leaves with your payment, she says loudly, "If I don't have an orgasm soon, I'm going to fucking explode." Other patrons' heads snap around, searching out the speaker and staring harder than they had earlier. The waiter's eyes widen and, in a moment that would make any hero proud, whisks the bill quickly away and wishes you and your sister a good evening, stepping aside to let you pass.

You stand up and sense more than see all the eyes in the room pivot to you and the massive boner you're sporting. Forcing yourself not to blush, you guide Shelly from her chair and place her directly in front of you, guiding her through the room as you make your exit from the restaurant. As you walk, the tip of your cock repeatedly brushes against your sister's exquisite ass, lightly grinding against her cheeks as they sway with every step. A sly smirk as she looks over her shoulder tells you all you need to know about how she feels about it, and as the two of you walk out into the beautiful night, your blood is racing and your hormones are barely being kept in check.

And the night is only going to get better from here.