Nothing is sacred between siblings. (Hat + Rawrg)

Jordan blushed hotly, closing her eyes. Ahh... it felt so good. His hands were so expert, so loving and tender and gentle and... and... haaahnn... She let out a soft moan from the back of her throat, wanting to show him how much she approved.

He smiled, no longer using the soap as an excuse to fondle her. He took his time to explore every centimerter of her chest, kissing her neck and shoulder as he gently pinched and rubbed her nipples. He loved making love to her, her voice was so wonderful when she was aroused, her body pressing against his.

She leaned her head backwards against his shoulder. "A-ah..." She managed, barely, squeezing her eyes shut. "A-Andrew... it feels good..." She murmured, softly, her hands gripping his arms gently. He was so good at this.

He smiled, kissing her lips as he continued to treat her. He didn't want to rush her orgasm, but he didn't want the water to get cold, either, so he began to kiss her with tongue and worked her breassts a little harder. He wanted her to be happy, and he wanted to hear her cries.

Jordan bucked her hips, letting out little moans. It felt so wonderful. She couldn't really stand it. "A-A-Andrewww... S-stooop..." She let out, softly, not loud enough for anyone to hear except him. She didn't want to orgasm like that, standing up in the shower. It would take all of two seconds for her knees to shake, collapse, and make her slip and get hurt.

He did so, just holding her for a moment, then realizing what would have happened. "Sorry..." he said. "I should have realized how dangerous that would be." he smiled, and pet her hair, happily cuddling up with her innocently. The water was growing lukewarm. "I love you." he said softly.

"I-I-It's alright." She said softly, happy he'd stopped. It felt great, but if she'd collapsed... It wouldn't have felt so great. She swallowed hard and, before the water went cold, turned the knob to the off position. "I-I'm gonna go sleep, okay? I'm tired..." She murmured, climbing out of the shower, wrapping herself up in a towel.

"All right." he said, taking a towel himself. He followed her into bed, sleeping beside her. He felt a little off-put in that he'd yet to give her a 'happy ending', so to speak, but he was happy that he'd made her feel so good in the first place.

Another uneventful week passed. Jordan and Andrew fell deeper in love, though they weren't having sex yet, still. Jordan hadn't even showed him her insidey parts. They made out, sometimes, usually at night before sleeping and/or after showering together. But they didn't try anything new--it was too much for the teenage girl to take in all at once.

The two only had a week left before they had to take themselves to school and start buying furniture for their dorm(s). Jordan would get her cast off in a couple of weeks, but she had a plastic bag so she could swim and shower and stuff. It was useful.

Andrew sighed as he rose from hammering the roof of a nearby building to their cabin. He was helping out with some of the jobs around, to get more money for furniture and meals at the dorm. He would be feeding two mouths, one of wich was like a black hole. He looked down at the big man below.
"Alright, the tiling is done, what's next?" he called.
"The tar!" the big man said, and Andrew groaned audibly.
The next few hours were backbreaking labour, leaving him very sweaty, his muscles all stiff from all the work.

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Jordan had been hanging out with friends all day while he worked. The way Jordan made money was very different than Andrew; she played poker. All the girls had brought money, including Jordan, from her babysitting days all year round. She was cleaning out all the other girls' metaphorical pockets.

By the end of the day, she'd gathered up quite a sum, and was sticky from eating chocolate. Anne-Marie's parents owned a candy company, thus there was always enough chocolate and taffy for Jordan to satisfy herself while they played, and more to take home to Andrew. She looked quite proud of herself as she stowed her earnings away in a save box in her suitcase--it was locked all the time.

With a happy and contented sigh, she set about making chicken Alfredo, using the last of their Linguine for dinner. They had to go to the store again for the last time that summer within the next few days.

Andrew stepped into the cottage, covered in shiny sweat and very tired.
"Hey, Jordan, you been clearing out the other poor girls, again?" he asked with a weary smile. "Or at least Anne out of her treats." he said, noting the chocolate that had melted anf dripped from her face and fingers to her chest and down her body. Damn, but that was sexy.

Jordan giggled softly, blushing a little. She had just finished serving up the pasta, which had broccoli and toasted pine nuts topping it. "It's one way to pay for food." She insisted. "I'll tell you how much I got later." She was quite proud of herself, obviously--Each girl brought about a hundred and fifty dollars (most people attending the camp had a lot of money, and got allowances, so money wasn't such a big deal to them), and Jordan had pretty much cleaned them all out. With eight girls playing, plus a couple of guys? That was a lot of money.

"Come and eat, Bob the Builder. You must be exhausted."

He himself had earned a round grand doing various handfyman chores for Susan. Aside from roofing her house, he'd fixed light fixtures in several cabins, fixed some minor plumbing issues, laid some concrete for a better entrance, (trhere wewre two, so he wasn't going to trap them) helped box up sundry items that were taking up space in the attic, and even gave some relationship advice to Anne. All told, he was very, very, tired, and wanted to eat.
So eat he did. He was ravenous as his sister, singing praises for her cooking between massive mouthfuls. But the chocolate that had caked on her skin was so very, very distracting. He wanted so much just to lick it all off.

Jordan was happy that he liked her cooking. She ate slower than usual, being full of candy, but did eat quite a bit. Andrew took seconds, and then Jordan boxed up the leftovers for later, if they wanted a nighttime snack. Of course, there was candy too. Having forgotten how chocolaty she was, she flopped over onto the bed, closing her eyes, arms and legs spread out. He would be able to see a bit of pink between her legs if he looked. She let out a heavy sigh. "Poker is tiring." She informed him, with a grin.

"So is being the handyman." Andrew said, slipping up beside her, kissing her forehead and nose. He licked her cheek, smiling. "Milk chocolate." he said with a smiled, licking her face free of chocolate as he held her close. So tasty... He couldn't help himself, he nlicked her neck and kissed her ears, showering her in gentle affection as usual.

Jordan blushed, confused at first. But then she remembered how much chocolate she'd eaten that day and how much of it had probably gotten all over her. She wondered if he would continue to kiss lower and lower, or if he would stop at her neck. It had been decided, within her mind, that the next time he tried to... to see inside, she would let him. It had been a while since they'd tried anything--he hadn't made her orgasm yet. But they were progressing with their makeout sessions, and he had gotten very good at giving her breasts just the right amount of squeeze. Shyly, she put her fingers through his hair, leaning her head back to give him more room at her neck.

He took his time, making sure he got it all as he licked and kissed her, making his way ever so slowly down. His hands slid down her back as he licked the chocolate off her bosom, and around her nipples, sucking lightly on one before moving to the other. His hand began to fondle the finished breast gently, fondling it in little circles as he licked and kissed and sucked the other.

Jordan let out a little whimper--the good kind of whimper, which was really just a high-pitched, breathy "h-haahn..." noise. Her face flushed almost immediately when he kissed her nipple, and said nipple grew hard rather fast. "A-Andrew..." She murmured, softly, keeping one hand gently on the back of his head. It felt so good....

He smiled, gently nibbling her nipple and pinching the other. He liocked around the nipple and got more chocolate, loving every moment. Then he noticed a trail of the stuff that ran down past her belly, and he slid off her breast to take up that, both hands fondling her breasts in gentle circular motions as he licked over her bellybutton.

Jordan's blush grew to a deep crimson as he licked and kissed his way down her abdomen. Her legs were still parted, her nipples were still excited... as well as other places. She swallowed hard and looked at the ceiling, fingers of one hand gently playing with his hair. Her entire body was trembling just slightly in anticipation of what may or may not have been coming.

He began to pinch harder, licking it up through her well-trimmed hair, stopping at the lips of her sex breifly. He kissed them,, once, then again, gently spreading her legs a little wider before he licked the slit from top to bottom, enjoying her taste. he wanted he hear her cries, hear her call his name as her whole body shuddered.

Jordan gasped and bucked her hips. For heaven's sake, where did he learn all this? He seemed to always know what he was doing when they... experimented. She was always just following his lead, or grasping at straws. "Ah-haahn..." She managed, softly, leaning her head back, her free hand joining the other on the back of his neck. "Andrew..."

He smiled, his tongue sliding into her, slowly and carefully. This is where it all came together, where he was his best. He took his time after the first plunge to tease the whole area, then went right back inside again, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the taste.

Jordan was breathing hard, her eyes squeezed shut. It felt better than any masturbating she'd ever done, though she hadn't done very much of that anyways. Spent far too much time taking care of her older brother. "H-haah... A-andrew..." She murmured, and then let out a soft moan from her throat, one hand clutching the bedsheets.