The house phone rang in the background and from my mom's tone when she answered, I knew it was my sister Rebecca. I was watching television in the family room. Nothing in particular, just flicking but when I stumbled upon a decades old repeat of 'I Dream of Jeannie' I settled. I knew of the show but had never watched an episode. I wondered then why I hadn't! Barbara Eden was gorgeous, she was playing a ditsy blonde to perfection and seemed to just want to be the idiot in the military uniforms sex slave. I was drawn to her costume and even moved closer to the screen to make sure it actually wasn't see through. It didn't seem to be but it certainly didn't make it any less inviting.

With my father at work and Mom on the phone to my sister, it meant I'd have at least the next twenty minutes free from intrusion, so I unzipped my rapidly hardening cock and succumbed to the lure of that pink genie costume.

"Chris, your sister wants to talk to you!" Mom stated from the doorway behind, her voice startling me and catching me mid stroke. I just managed to hide my erection under my t-shirt as she entered the room and looked at what I was watching. "I Dream of Jeannie!" She gushed. "I used to love this show! I always wanted a costume like that when I was younger."

Mom, standing beside the couch, turned from the screen to me in time to catch me clumsily stuffing my erection into my jeans. "Oh!" Her eyes fixed on my cock, there was a long pause and she began to redden but it was nothing to how crimson my face must have become. "Ah, Rebecca wants to talk to you!" She added as I zipped, her eyes turned back to the television, her mind surely making the connection between what I was watching and what I was doing.

"Um, did she say what she wants?" I asked after having made myself as presentable as possible after being caught wanking by my mother.

"Oh, no she didn't say," Mom was staring intently at the TV. "Now what was it I was doing?" She spoke to herself. "Oh that's right, cleaning the bathroom." And without even glancing at me again she left the room and quickly made off down the hall.

Fuck, I thought to myself. The next few days would be uncomfortable. I also hoped she wouldn't tell Dad. My father had hung up his testicles long ago it seemed and anything sexual in the house was taboo. He'd read me the riot act when he discovered my search history on the computer and his seeming total lack of interest in the opposite sex made me amazed he'd actually fucked my mother at least twice. With most of my lustful thoughts diminishing I turned off the TV and went into the kitchen to grab the phone.

"Hey Bec, what's happening?" I asked.

"Fuck what took you so long, what were you doing?" She asked.

"Nothing!" I shot back maybe too forcefully.

"Ohhkay! Just asking little brother, no need to take my head off!"

"Sorry it's just...oh nothing. What can I help you with?

"Actually we can help each other out," she stated. "Could you do with some extra money, you're still not working right?"

"Ah yeah, I mean no. I'm not working. What do you have in mind?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Well we've decided to repaint some of the rooms in the house and we thought you might like to do it. We'll pay you appropriately. What do you say?"

The "we" my sister was referring to was my brother-in-law Dean. We were polar opposites. Tall, muscular, sporty and masculine and I'm not talking about myself. She had been married for just over a year and had moved up the north of the state, living on a property in the mountains. This time of year would be freezing and I had noticed on a weather report they'd recently had snow. Getting there would be a journey and I figured I'd have to spend at least a few nights with them. I immediately thought of how awkward it would be around the house after my encounter with Mom and it swayed my decision.

"So I'd have to stay with you guys I guess, can't believe the Douche would be happy about that?" I sniped. Dean and I had never gotten along. Right from the start he'd performed the role as jock and I'd taken up the position of his geeky victim. It was never overt, just comments and jokes. You can take the boys out of high-school but you cant take the high-school out of the boys I guess.

"Actually the Douch..ah Dean won't be here, he's working interstate. Also it was his idea you know! He thought you could use the money and you'd be also keeping me company while he's away." Rebecca countered.

It almost made me change my opinion of him but I quickly thought of some of the names he called me and my disdain returned.

"Well that factor does sweeten the deal I suppose." I said.

"What, keeping me company?" she asked.

"No, Dean not being there." I replied.

"What, so you don't want to spend time with your big sister? I'm hurt."

"No of course I do, you know what I mean." I offered and I heard her laughing down the line. Rebecca was five years older than me and I'd idolized her gaziantep suriyeli escort bayan my entire life. As kids I'd followed her around like a puppy, as teenagers I'd taken her angst and typical annoyance of her little brother like a dutiful servant. Even when she'd been cruel to me I'd somehow just enjoyed the attention she was giving me.

"So do you want the job or not?" she asked.

"Yeah of course I do, when should I come up?

"Why don't you get the train tomorrow, I'll meet you at the station and we'll drive up from there." Bec replied.

"Sounds cool, I'll text you what train I'm on so you know what time I'll get there."

"Oh yeah, "cool" is the word! It's been snowing up here so bring some warm clothes OK. Does Mom want to talk to me again?" she asked.

After what had just taken place between us, the thought of talking to my Mom didn't appeal to me so I didn't call out to ask. "Ah I don't think so, she's cleaning."

"O.K, well see you tomorrow Chrissy," she stated and hung up. "Chrissy?" I thought. She never called me that. It was what Dean called me. "Chrissy the sissy." Maybe it was just a slip of the tongue. I put it to the back of my mind as I went to my bedroom to pack.

After managing to avoid my mother for most of the day I confronted her as she was doing her daily yoga in the spare bedroom. My timing couldn't have been more perfect (or uncomfortable, at that moment I couldn't decide which.) I knocked on the door-frame as I entered, she was laying on her back in 'corpse pose' and it looked like she was about to finish. "Hey, Mom, about this morning. I know you saw..." I hadn't really figured out what I was going to say but Mom saved me from going any further by interrupting me.

"Honey, it's alright," she stated, smiling up at me. "You don't have to apologize. We just won't mention it to your father OK?" I was greatly relieved and it must have showed as she let out a little giggle. Looking down on her I ran my eyes across her body. Mom was a couple years off turning 50 and was keeping herself in shape. At the moment, wearing her tight light blue yoga pants and white tank top she could've passed for ten years younger.

I had assumed she'd finished her routine but as I told her about going up to Rebecca's house she moved into another position. I don't know much about yoga but I know what I like and when Mom lifted and separated her legs to attain 'happy baby pose' I had to admit to myself that my mother looked hot. That she could be so unaware of how sexual the pose was astounded me. Her pants stretched and tightened around her crotch, highlighting her large pubic mound. Her ass lifted off the floor and pointed directly towards me. I imagined the place her anus must have been behind the thin material. Was it tightly puckered or open, awaiting my intrusion? I was shocked at myself for even thinking it but in those few seconds I'd have given anything just to press my face between her legs and inhale.

She was delighted by the news of me helping out my sister. The thought crossed my mind that maybe she was just happy to have the dirty little masturbator out of her sight for a few days. Whatever the reason, when later in the day I informed Dad, he was happy too. I think he was glad that I was actually doing something and not just hanging around the house all day.

That night as I readied for bed I stripped down to my boxers and looked at myself in the mirror. I'd always removed what little body hair I had, my justification was I just didn't like it. I shaved my legs, my underarms. I never had facial stubble. I slowly pulled down my shorts to reveal my small flaccid hairless cock. I was a grower, not a shower. When hard I was a good six inches but soft, merely two. I let my shorts fall to my feet and I stepped out of them. The socks I was wearing allowed me to pull them up to just below my knees, giving me I thought a schoolgirl appearance and again a I looked at my reflection. My shoulder length brown hair, my thin arms. Turning, I looked at my ass, rounded. Fuck I was 22 year old man, yet I could easily pass for a girl! Maybe I was Chrissy the sissy.

I lay on my bed and closed my eyes. Strangely, the vision that came to me first was Barbara Eden. Dressed in her genie costume, bending over for me. She turned and it was now my mother in the outfit. I grasped my cock and in my fantasy it was my mother masturbating me. She begged me to cum on her tits, that beautiful cleavage between the red and pink costume. My mind shifted to my sister. Standing above me wearing a short skirt. I could see her pussy and she ordered me to lick her. "Kiss it Chrissy. Lick your sister's cunt, you little sissy." I imagined burying my face between her folds, tasting her juices and sucking on her clit. I came across my stomach and chest with the sound of "Chrissy the sissy" ringing in my ears. As I wiped my warm cum from my body and licked it off my fingers I wondered what the fuck gaziantep türbanlı escort bayan was going on in my mind?

* * * * * *

The train pulled into the station in the late afternoon. There were few people on the platform and fewer in the station itself. When I stepped out into the mountain air, I knew why. It was freezing and I was thankful Rebecca had forewarned me. I lifted the collar of my black pea-coat up around my neck and looked around for any sign of my sister's car. Shortly a grey, older model Mercedes pulled up in front of the station and tooted it's horn and peering through the misted windows I saw Rebecca beaming a broad smile back at me.

The trunk opened as I approached the car and I threw my bag in and hurriedly entered the passenger side, grateful to be out of the icy air. The cars interior was warm and I was given an equally as warm greeting from Rebecca. She looked beautiful as usual, her brown hair in a pony tail, little make-up. Dressed lightly considering the conditions in a woolen high collar, grey dress that clung to her body tightly, ending mid thigh. She wore black opaque tights, her legs slightly spread to stay on the pedals.

"Cold enough for you little brother?" She laughed as we pulled out of the parking lot.

"It's fucking freezing, I'm glad you warned me." I answered and placed my hands over the heating vent.

"I bought some Wild Turkey," she replied, nodding to the bottle of bourbon in the back seat. "That'll help warm us up when we get home. You still drink that don't you?"

"You bet. So is Dean gone?" I asked, with a little apprehension in my voice.

"Geez, it didn't take you long? Yes, he flew out last night. What is it with you two?"

"It's a long story," I replied.

"Well I've got the time if you want to tell me. Anyway you should give him a chance, he's changed a lot. You've changed as well!" Rebecca looked at me and smiled as she drove.

"How do you mean?" I asked.

"Well look at you, I hardly recognized you back there. Your long hair, that beanie, the nice jacket. Very stylish, you look a bit like a model, how can I be sure you're actually my little brother? Oh I know!" She took a hand off the wheel and placed her index finger in her mouth. I knew exactly what she was planning on doing. When she'd determined enough saliva coated her digit she pulled it out, reached over and pushed it into my ear. I didn't protest or fight her off, just allowed her to degrade me in her special way.

"Well that proves it I suppose, I don't think anyone else would let me give them a wet willy whenever I want, would they?"

I shook my head. We'd slipped back instantly into our old ways. Her dominance over me was going to continue it seemed.

"And I CAN do it whenever I want, can't I?" Her eyes pierced into mine waiting for my response.

I gave her what she demanded and submissively nodded my head.

She laughed again but it was without malice and it delighted me that I'd pleased her.

A police car with it's lights flashing and a number of traffic cones blocked the road ahead of us. "Well this doesn't look good." Rebecca observed as she pulled up alongside the cruiser. A policeman dressed in a warm looking coat and hat exited the vehicle and approached the drivers side of our car. Rebecca lowered her window and greeted the officer. "What's going on Hank?" She asked.

"Oh hey there Bec," he looked across to me in the passenger seat with some curiosity and Rebecca was quick to answer his thought.

"This is my brother, Christopher. He's helping us out with some painting up at the house," she offered and he seemed to lighten and nodded his hat to me in a welcome.

"Roads blocked over the pass Bec. You'll be able to make it to your place but there'll be no one getting through over the mountain. Snow's really coming down up there. I'll send Jerry up with the plow tomorrow mornin'. 'Til then I'd keep off the roads. I'll move the cones for you but you drive safe now you hear!" He nodded his hat again at us both and moved off to clear our way.

"Fuck you really do live in the middle of nowhere," I stated.

"Yep, and we breed 'em tough up here little brother," she replied, waving to the policeman in thanks as we drove on.

Rebecca's house was about 10 miles out of town and we'd driven roughly half way. We were happily singing along to 'Islands in the Stream,' each of us doing the Dolly and Kenny parts. Just as the second chorus began, a deer leaped out onto the road and ran in front of the car. Rebecca swore and turned the steering wheel trying to brake. The wheels skidded on the surface and must have hit ice or the grass on the verge. The next thing we knew the car was sideways, the rear left the road first, a back quarter panel slamming against a tree. The impact spun the car again and the next impact was the more severe. The drivers side smashed against another tree, this caused the gaziantep ücreti elden alan escort bayan air bag to deploy and Bec's window to shatter in on her. The car came to rest in a snow filled ditch, the engine died.

The accident had happened so quickly but I'd seen every detail as if in slow motion. I think we were both in a state of shock as we sat there still for a few moments but the cold air entering through Rebecca's window brought us to our senses. Rebecca was quick to ask if I was OK and from what I could tell we both were extremely fortunate to have survived unscathed. The air bag hadn't been necessary to stop Bec colliding with the wheel and it was more annoying than anything as it had coated both her and the front of the car with a fine rubbery dust.

Rebecca wasn't dressed adequately enough to survey the damage outside of the car so I told her to stay put while I exited the vehicle. From what I could see that wasn't covered in snow, the car was a right-off. I thought of my extra clothes in the trunk but after getting Rebecca to release the lock and trying to open the buckled rear I realized it was futile. The metal had bent over and effectively sealed the trunk closed. Trying to call 911 I found I could get no coverage either at the car or up on the road, the same with Rebecca's phone and she wasn't surprised when I informed her. After some debate we came to the decision that trying to walk to either the house or back to town in this weather was suicidal and our best bet was to stay in the car until the morning.

I was quite proud of how I was handling the situation. The broken window was an issue but I solved it by using a floor mat to plug the gap and piling up the snow behind, to secure it in place. By the time I'd completed the task the car was now airtight and my hands were nearly frozen. I jumped into the backseat with Rebecca and she immediately noticed my blue hands. "Oh fuck Chris, your hands! Here, give them to me." She took hold of my wrists and pulled them towards her. My initial thought was she was going to place them on her breasts but she lifted her arms and wedged them under each of her armpits. The warmth and softness was pleasing and my wrists were essentially pressing against her breasts. I couldn't believe it but even in the situation we were in, my cock began to harden.

After a while, the blood began to flow freely back into my hands and I reluctantly released them from my sister's body. We assessed the situation we were in and although uncomfortable, it could've been worse. I used the remaining floor mats to insulate the side windows and pulled back the front seats to provide us with a cocoon like area on the back seat. As Rebecca was only wearing one layer, I insisted she have my jacket and beanie and she agreed but only if we cuddled together to stay warm. I was in no state to decline the offer. It was actually quite cozy, of course it was cold but when we discovered the bourbon had survived the accident as well, our spirits improved.

As the afternoon turned to night we used our phones intermittently for illumination and passed the bottle freely between us. Rebecca had decided the best way for us to keep warm was for me to sit with my back to the door and she with her back to me, between my legs. She'd removed the jacket and had it over her legs which were up on the seat before her. In this position, my cock was pressed against her lower back, my left arm wrapped around her stomach under her breasts. With the smell of her perfume and her hair in my face, I was in heaven.

The night stretched on. We'd both become suitably drunk and with bourbon still in the bottle we decided to try and get some sleep. Initially we spooned with the jacket over both our bodies. I cradled her head with my arm and I rested mine on hers. My other arm clutching her stomach above her pelvis. I tried my best to stave off the erection that I knew was coming. My cock was pressed hard against her soft ass and with every subtle movement on her and my behalf it had a masturbatory effect. After some time and with Rebecca not mentioning anything I allowed my hardness to fully press between the cheeks of her bottom. Each time a surge of blood entered my cock, causing it to throb I thought she'd put an end to it but she remained mute. She must have felt it, I thought. Maybe she was enjoying it?

Try as we might, neither of us could sleep. In our drunken state, just as we would drift off, one of us would bring up and old memory or say something funny and it would wake us up all over again. To be honest I think Rebecca was enjoying spending the time together as much as I was, regardless of the predicament. "Oh god," Rebecca exclaimed after an extended quiet moment. "I have to pee!"

"And?" I retorted.

"Well it's just I only got warm and somewhat comfortable and now I'm gonna have to go out into the cold!" She complained.

"Well you can't do it in here, can you!" I declared. The comment must have sparked something in her playful nature. She rolled over to face me and placed a leg up over mine.

"I could though couldn't I?" She whispered, her lips inches from mine. Her pantyhosed leg straddled my hip, her crotch against my erection. She must have known I was hard, I again thought. "I could just pee right here," she continued. "It'd be so warm, wouldn't it? You wouldn't mind would you? And you don't want to send your poor sister out into the cold, do you?"