It’s Back

Maybe it was a phase. Maybe, if she gave it time, it would pass.

That's what Tabby kept telling herself. And for a while it seemed like it might have been true. For a while, her infatuation with her brother had faded almost to nothing. Not all the way, of course. Tabby was pretty sure that there wasn’t a woman on the planet who could look at Tim and still resist having at least one lustful thought, at least one fleeting fantasy.

And Tabby could empathize. Just days before she had been lost in her longing for him, a hopeless need that she couldn’t shake. It didn’t help that all of her friends constantly talked about Tim.

“Did you see what he was wearing this morning?” Wendy had asked over coffee.

“Oh my god!” Rachel gushed, “I could see all the way to his belly button!”

“Does he even own anything that doesn’t show off those tits?” Darika said, eyes wide, “Honestly, all I want to do is bury my face in that cleavage!”

All four of them had erupted in laughter, blushing, pretending that they were joking, but knowing full well that any of them would have done anything for a chance to get into his panties.

Any of them.

Even his sister.

But then it went away. Mostly. All of a sudden over breakfast one morning, she could look at Tim and not imagine crawling to him, slipping her face under his dress, and sucking him off. Yes, he was hot. More than hot, really. But Tabby could handle it.

The parade of girlfriends went all week on his return from wherever it was that he had disappeared to. Their mother was particularly demonstrative, and vocal, on his return, but so were the others. The lesbian couple spent one night, the mother/daughter duo took turns. Tim slept over at his professor’s place, and those two new ones, the ones who arrived at the end of the week, well they were all over him. Even if they had to sit in the living room while he spent time with another girlfriend, they just couldn’t get enough of him.

Tim being focussed as he was on his romances, and as usual, school, and Tabby being free from the clutches of her obsession, had been great for her fundraising project. Their dad had really gotten into the new direction of the channel, working out diligently on camera, coming up with sexy poses and camera angles, learning every line, every moan, every move Tabby had given him. Their viewership was way up, and money had finally begun to arrive in earnest. Tabby’s mother had even allowed “EasyTerry” to have full access to her workout clothes, not just the old ratty ones, for the higher cardio videos, which was great, although Tabby usually had him exercising in a bra and panties, just for added spice. Another week or two would have Tim’s car in the garage, and then Tabby could decide what to do with the rest of the money. Yes, she had decided they the channel would stay open, even after the car was fixed. Their viewers were becoming quite loyal. She couldn’t just abandon them!

But all good things must come to an end. That morning, Tabby woke up and knew she was in trouble. All night her dreams had been far more sexual than she was used to, and each one had had one thing in common.

Tim.

Tim as her husband on their wedding night.

Tim as a John as she prostituted herself.

Tim as her boss as she knelt under his desk.

Tim as her high school crush at Lookout Point.

Tim. Tim. Tim.

Her panties, her sheets, were soaked with arousal when morning came. Slamming her fist into her mattress, Tabby swore under her breath. She had thought she was free of this craziness! A girl can’t have sex with her brother, so why was she allowing her fantasies to grow like they were?!

And so she tried to ignore it. She got ready for the day. She checked her social media. She reviewed her notes for an upcoming test. But still it was there, like a buzz in the back of her mind, the desire to have him.

“Hey darling,” Tim winked at her at the breakfast table with heavily painted eyelids, “Don’t you look good enough to eat?”

He was like that, a bit of a tease. A typical guy, her brother was, wearing a tight pink baby-tee with the words, “Yes Daddy” written in glitter tracing below the deep neckline. Boys rarely thought about the effect they were having on girls. Like when he bent over to pick up the spoon he dropped, wagging his amazing ass in her face, those hot white shorts drawing her eyes like a cat to a laser pointer. She was sure it was an accident. He was far too respectable to show himself off to his sister!

If only there was someone to talk to about her feelings. She could approach her doctor, maybe it was a medical condition and she could just take some new **** to take the edge off, but she was far too ashamed of how she felt. Tabby was some kind of pervert! Once that got out, she would be labelled for the rest of her life. And worse, Tim wouldn’t want anything to do with her!

“I was thinking,” Tim’s manly high pitched voice pulled her from her anxiety, “you and I don’t spend a lot of time together these days.” He paused and took a sip of tea, leaving a stain of lipstick on the rim of the cup, “What would you think about going out with me tonight? Just you and me, a brother-sister thing?”

“G-g-go out?” Tabby stammered.

“Yeah, out, with me. Maybe mom can lend me the car, and you and I can go out somewhere and have some fun? What do you think?”

Tabby’s eyes went wide. It was her dream and her nightmare rolled into one. Tim was staring at her, needing an answer. She knew what she would say, since she knew she would regret saying it if she didn’t.

“Yes,” she said, instantly feeling better, yet resenting the relief at the same time, “I’d love to.”