Thanks to Gunter99 for his editing. He was a huge help with grammar, spelling and plot suggestions.

This is a slow story about a brother and a sister drifting into a sexual relationship. Everyone is over 18 years of age.

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"Time to get ready, Julie." The bike rally was due to start in ten minutes, so my sister and I needed to get into position. My friends Ben, Patrick, Connor and Evan also got on their bikes. There were twelve loud pops as we snapped our cycling shoes into our pedals.

We rolled over to the pack for the forty-mile ride and I placed us at the back. It was a lovely day for a bike ride: a pretty blue sky with a few clouds, a mild breeze, a little on the cool side, but it wouldn't be too hot later.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked. "You've never ridden anything close to this far."

When we had signed up for the rally, there was to be a twenty-four mile ride. I had thought that would be a challenging but doable ride for my sister. Yesterday morning, I got an email from the rally organizers that emergency roadwork had forced the cancellation of that distance. The choices were ten, forty or sixty-six miles.

Julie looked at the pack behind us. The people lined up for the ten-mile ride were mostly families.

"Josh, I'm not doing the kiddie ride again."

A year ago, I had convinced Julie to go to her first bike rally and she had hated it. She had weighed 165, which was a lot of weight for her 5'1" frame. Her bike had been an entry-level bike. Her clothing and gear had marked her as a newbie, more likely to quit than to ride another bike rally. My friends had each given her a once-over and then ignored her. She had felt pathetic when she hadn't been able to keep up with twelve-year-olds. Now, Julie weighed 110 with toned, firm legs. She had a much nicer bike. Her clothing was similar to everyone else's in the pack. She looked like she belonged.

She didn't blend in in one way - she was a woman. I looked ahead of us and could make out three other woman in the large group; biking was very much a man's sport. With light blue eyes and blond hair that came down to a little beyond her collar, Julie looked like what I would imagine Tinker Bell would look if she were human and let her hair down. Julie again looked like she had looked when she had been a cheerleader in high school, a thin little thing with big tits, a short beanpole with two cantaloupes.

"It's okay. I'll stick with you the whole time and we'll take lots of breaks. Don't push yourself too hard. On a scale of one to ten where one is no exertion and ten is an all-out sprint, I want you to ride at four or five."

A trumpeter played the national anthem and then a guy with a bullhorn sent out the riders for the sixty-six mile ride. Our pack moved up to the start line. After giving the first pack a five-minute head start, the guy with the bullhorn sent us out.

* * * *

Patrick and Evan stayed with us until they were warmed up, then they took off. Ben and Connor rode with us to the first rest stop, which was at twelve miles. Julie and I averaged 13.9 miles per hour, which I thought was a good pace for her. If Julie wasn't with us, Ben, Connor and I would have averaged over twenty miles per hour.

"How are you doing, Julie?"

"Okay. A little sore, but no big deal. I like the new bike. I'm going to make all forty miles."

Her attitude had changed so much since she started training with me. Over a year ago, she had come depressed to my apartment, feeling fat and ugly. Her weight had undermined her self-confidence. Without self-confidence, she hadn't been assertive at work and instead had been shy and passive. Co-workers had regularly dumped grunt work on her. She had been hating work and life in general. Now, she was confident again; she was once again outgoing and finding the joy in life.

As I tended to our bikes and refilled the bottles on them, Julie and my friends hit the snack table. After I was done, I walked over. The snack table had bananas cut in two with their peels on. There were also lots of different types of homemade cookies. I grabbed a banana and a yummy-looking lemon bar. Julie and my friends had gotten similar refreshments and were chatting a little ways from the snack table. I joined them.

Ben and Connor towered over Julie and me. I was short and thin like Julie, standing 5'6" with light brown hair and brown eyes. Ben and Connor were both at least 6'3". They could kick my ass on flat sections, but I was faster if there were big climbs.

"Your bike is a lot nicer than one you had a year ago," said Ben to Julie. "How much did it set you back?"

Not a topic I wanted brought up.

"I didn't buy it. Josh bought it for me a few days ago."

"How much did it set you back, Josh? Twelve hundred? Fifteen hundred?" asked Ben.

"It wasn't too bad. You guys ready to get going?"

"Joshua, could I speak to you for a moment?" asked Julie. She grabbed my elbow and steered me away from my friends.

"You spent how much on my bike?" she asked in an angry tone.

"Thirteen hundred."

"You shouldn't have spent so much money on me. My old bike was fine. How much did you spend on it?" I had bought her a used, entry-level bike a year ago when I convinced her to start training with me.

"Two fifty."

"Son of a bitch. I had no idea. Why didn't you tell me bikes were so expensive?"

I shrugged.

"I'm serious. Can we take this new bike back?"

"I'm thinking of taking it back, but so I can trade it up for an $1800 bike. I hadn't anticipated you'd be willing to ride so far so soon."

Julie crossed her arms. "That's bullshit, Josh. No way can I pay you back for an $1800 bike." Julie's job at a mortgage processor didn't pay well and she hadn't made much of a dent into her student loans the two years she had been working.

I crossed my arms too. "I have plenty of money, Julie." I was an engineer at an engineering firm. I had gotten good raises all four years there and made good money. In the next year or two, I would probably be made a manager. I spent a lot on biking, but not much on anything else. My student loans were all paid off. "There's nothing I could spend my money on which would bring me more pleasure."

We stared at each other. Eventually, she looked away.

She looked back at me and asked, "How much did your bike cost?"

"Five grand."

"That's crazy."

"Connor's crankshaft - the part the pedals screw into - his crankshaft alone cost three grand."

Julie shook her head. "That's nuts. How can so many people afford bikes that cost so much? They look like bikes you can buy at Walmart for a hundred." She paused for a bit. "My new bike is a lot better than my old bike. Thanks for buying it for me. Would an $1800 bike be that much better than this one?"

"Over one mile, it'd be a little better. Over forty miles, it'd be tremendously better."

"Okay." She went back to my friends and resumed talking to them.

We had had a similar confrontation a year ago. When she had come to me depressed, I had suggested she start training with me. Dieting and going to the gym hadn't worked out for her and she hadn't been able to keep up either. I had been tired of her complaining about her weight. Her first excuse for not training with me had been that she wouldn't be able to keep with me. I was an avid biker and regularly did hundred mile rides. I had told her I would push her to ride as fast as she could, but would go no faster. She had countered with she didn't have money for a bike. I had said I would buy her a cheap one. We had gone back and forth until she finally realized that I wasn't going to take no for an answer.

* * * *

Three miles beyond the first rest stop, we came to a steep incline. I knew Julie couldn't do such a hard climb without exhausting herself.

"Pull over, Julie. We're going to walk the bikes up the hill."

I turned to my two friends. "You guys go on. We'll meet you at the finish line."

"No, it's-" said Ben.

"Get out of here, guys," I said firmly.

They shrugged and took off. When I had been in high school, I could never have told guys like my friends to do anything. They would have laughed at me. In high school, everyone had called me "Little Joshie". I had hated it. HATED IT. High school had been hell for me. With my shirt off and long pants on, I looked like a 98-pound weakling. Everything below my waist though was solid muscle.

I took Julie's bike and we walked up the hill.

"Thanks for sending them off. They're nice guys, but I don't want them wasting their time with a poor rider like me."

"You're not a poor rider. You just aren't as good as my friends. I can tell they'd like to go out with you. I expect to get texts from them soon asking for your phone number."

"I don't want to go out with anyone right now."

I wrinkled my brow. How could she have worked so hard on getting into shape and not want to take advantage of it? I asked myself.

"Why?"

"I met them last year, right?"

"Right."

"And they ignored me. I want a guy who likes me and sees my body as bonus, not some guy who wants to date my body and sees me as a bonus."

I was disappointed. One of the reasons I had convinced her to come to this rally was to set her up with one of my friends.

* * * *

"What should I eat?" asked Julie.

We were at the second rest stop, twenty-five miles into the ride.

"You did fine picking out foods at the first rest stop. Pick out something similar here."

When we had started training, Julie's weight hadn't changed much. It hadn't been until I had convinced her to let me make her dinner and a sack lunch every night that she lost weight. Until then, she had eaten fast food for almost every meal and fast food portions were terrible for someone of her size. When she wasn't exercising, Julie should have eaten 1500 calories a day. She had been frequently eating a Bacon Ultimate Cheeseburger, fries and a Diet Coke for lunch or dinner. That had been 1360 calories for one meal. Once I had gotten her eating homemade meals that were the right size for her body, the pounds had melted away. Now, she often asked me what she should eat whenever we were away from home.

It was a lot more pleasant cooking for her and me; cooking for only me sucked. After work, we rode bikes either outside or on trainers in our apartment and then I made us dinner while we chatted about our days. When she had graduated from college, she had gotten a studio apartment in the same complex where I had a studio, about ten miles from where we had grown up. Once I had taken over cooking for her, she had said it was pointless for her to have a kitchen. She had suggested that we get a two-bedroom apartment together to reduce the amount of rent we paid. When I had agreed, she had gone to the management and arranged everything. We lived mostly happily together with much less fights than when we were kids. Julie liked to joke she was training me to be a good husband.

"How are you feeling now?"

"I'm feeling it now, but I can finish the ride."

"I think you hit peak benefit of the ride around twenty miles. Every additional mile is less and less of a benefit, and it will make you sorer when we're done. Why don't we call a SAG wagon and get a ride to the finish?"

"I'm still getting a benefit for each mile?"

"Yes."

"Then we'll keep going."

* * * *

I was so proud of Julie when we crossed the finish line. She had rode steadily the whole way without complaining, though she had to be hurting now. We rode over to the lunch area and my four friends were waiting for us at a table.

"Get a protein bar and some chocolate milk. I'll join you shortly." I put our bikes on the roof rack on my Subaru, locked them down and walked over to my friends.

Julie looked bad. She was definitely in pain. She was walking around awkwardly with little winces. My friends and I looked sweaty but not tired. For us, it had been the first ride of the season and we hadn't pushed ourselves.

"How are you doing, Julie?"

"My legs are on my fire. My feet hurt. Everything else is sore. You warned me I would hurt, but I hadn't thought it would be this bad."

"Walk around and see if you feel better." I knew she wouldn't. Her body had produced an excessive amount of lactate and she would be in pain until it was processed.

My friends tried to engage Julie in conversation, but she didn't respond. Pain has a way of making you not talkative. I finished my protein bar and chocolate milk. I didn't see any point in sticking around with Julie in such pain.

"Guys, we have a motel room and I'm going to take Julie there for a nap. Could you stick around and join us for dinner at five?"

They all agreed to stick around. I gave them the name of the Italian restaurant that I had planned to eat at. With that, I took Julie's arm and gently walked her over to the Subaru.

To convince her to do another bike rally, I had found a rally at a tourist trap town three hours from our place. I knew Julie had wanted to visit it, so I had suggested we drive out Friday night, get a motel room for two nights, do the ride and spend the rest of Saturday exploring the town. I had offered to pay for the motel room, as it didn't cost anymore for two than one. It had taken quite a bit of wheedling, but I had gotten her to agree. Now I was glad that I had gotten the motel room, as Julie needed a place to crash.

As soon as we got in the room, Julie collapsed on the bed closest to the door. I went into the bathroom and got some ibuprofen out of my toiletries bag. I filled a glass with water and went back to Julie.

"Here. Take this."

She leaned up a little bit to take the ibuprofen then sprawled back on the bed. I went out, got the bikes off the Subaru and brought them into the room. Julie hadn't moved.

"I'm going to take a shower. Are you going to be okay?"

She grunted something that I took to be a yes. I took a shower and came out in my shorts. While I was in the bathroom, Julie had stripped off her biking jersey and shorts, pulled back the bed covers and was now lying on top of the sheets in a dark gray sports bra and gray panties. Her panties were soaked with sweat and hugged her cute little ass. She wasn't moving.

I want back into the bathroom and found the baby oil I kept in my toiletries bag to masturbate with when I traveled on business. I came back out and approached Julie.

"I'm going to give you a massage, okay?"

She gave a weak grunt. I rubbed my hands together, poured some baby oil on them and began kneading her calves. I had never given Julie a massage before and hadn't planned to give her one after the rally. With her in so much pain, I felt like I had to do something. My ministrations provoked some groans. Her calves were very stiff and I worked quite some time on them to get them relaxed. Julie was getting bikers' legs - narrow at the ankle and knee with large, muscular calves. She had some muscle definition, but nothing close to mine.

My dick had gotten a little stiff when I had seen Julie lying on the bed mostly naked. Now that I was fondling her body, I was rock hard. I loved massaging a firm body. I hadn't massaged a body this nice since I had broken up with Kim and that had been four years ago. God, I missed Kim. Since we broke up, I hadn't dated a girl that could hold a candle to her.

I got Julie's feet relaxed and then worked up her body. She laid there unmoving and occasionally moaned. When I got to her lower back, I was hugely tempted to slide a hand into her panties. Her ass looked fantastic and was only inches away. Would she have had the energy to protest? Sick thoughts for a brother to think about his sister.

After an hour, I had finished her backside. "Turn over, Julie." She weakly moved and eventually flipped herself over. "Julie, you're going to be very relaxed when I'm done. Go to sleep and have a nice nap. When you wake up, text me and I'll come back."

I spent thirty more minutes massaging her front, starting with her feet and working up. As I kneaded her muscles, Julie got more and more relaxed. When I got to her upper chest, I was tempted to slip my hand into her bra. Her tits looked so big on her and again I wondered if she would have the energy to protest. I pushed the sick thoughts out of mind and continued.

When I finished, she was well on her way to dreamland. I finished dressing; got my wallet, cell phone and keys; and slipped out of the room. Across the street from the motel was an upscale burger place. I didn't want to go far, so I hiked over there. I had a double cheeseburger with bacon and barbecue sauce. It was ridiculously far off my diet. However, I knew I wouldn't be riding hard again for over 48 hours so it was okay. There was something about eating something forbidden that made it extra delicious. I couldn't remember enjoying a meal more.

I checked my cell phone while I was eating and sure enough, I had texts from all four guys asking about Julie's availability. I texted them back that Julie had said she wasn't interested in dating right now.

I played a game on my phone until I got a text from Julie - "Up. Taking shower". I headed back to the room and Julie was still in the bathroom when I walked in. She came out wrapped in a towel.

"I'll get some clothes and change in the bathroom," she said.

"No, change out here. I'll turn away." I wanted to get out as soon as possible to explore the town. The massage and nap had taken up a lot of the time that I had planned to spend exploring.

I turned around and faced the other side of the room. I could hear Julie rummaging around in her suitcase. I could hear her doing something, but I couldn't tell what. What was taking her so long?

There was a mirror on the wall in our room and I couldn't resist looking in it to see what was taking her so long. She was bent over the bed topless, holding up different shorts to the T-shirt she had gotten at the rally to see which matched better. I tried hard to not suck in my breath. Her tits were beautiful. They were pear-shaped and pert with no sagging. Her nipples were relatively large and light brown. In college, some of my Engineering friends had joked about a "Standard British Handful" for measuring tit size and she seemed like a 2 or 2.5.

I had never seen tits that nice. Oh, I had at strip clubs, but they didn't count as I could never touch those and they were probably fake too. These were all natural. Not that I would ever be able to touch Julie's.

Julie had gotten a few bras out and she was testing to see if they would show through the T-shirt. The T-shirt was white with a red and blue design on it. She decided a light blue bra that matched her panties would show through, but a light peach one wouldn't.

She looked up and caught me looking at her in the mirror.

"Sorry," I said, feeling very embarrassed. I looked away from the mirror and stared at the far wall.

"It's okay. I shouldn't have taken so long."

In few moments, she said, "Ready." I turned around. She looked great.

"How do you feel?"

"Sore, but much better. Where did you learn to massage like that?"

"Kim. She loved massages. We took three massage classes together."

"Damn, she was a lucky girl. I've had boyfriends give me massages, but nothing close to that good."

"She loved a massage after a hard workout. She would moan and groan the whole time I worked her body. When I was done, she would be like 'Do whatever you want with me'." I smiled at the happy memories. "Oh, that was TMI."

We had been getting our stuff as we had talked and now we headed out of the room. I drove us down to the main shopping area and we spent the time until five wandering around shops. Julie ended up buying a T-shirt with the town's name on it. I had so many T-shirts from bike rallies that I didn't need anymore. We mainly joked about how kitschy most of the trash was. I had a good time.
At five, we went to the Italian restaurant. We got a table for six and everyone showed up before the water arrived. We all ordered pasta to replenish our glycogen stores. After we ordered, my friends and I got into a heated discussion on the relative merits of various bike tire widths. Julie let us discuss it for ten minutes or so, and then she said, "This is so boring. Could we discuss something at least modestly interesting to me?"

We all gave chagrined smiles at getting caught descending so deep into bikegeekdom.

"How about some biking stories?" Connor suggested.

"Okay," said Julie.

"Last summer, I was on a hundred K ride" - a hundred kilometers or sixty-two miles - "and I was in the lead pack. We climbed this hill in two lines on a little, two-lane country road. When the leader got to the crest, I heard him yell, 'Cow!'"

"Cow?" asked Julie.

"Yeah. I came over the crest and there was this cow fifty feet in front of us in the middle of our side of the road."

"What did you do?" asked Julie.

"What could we do? The left line hauled ass past the left side of the cow while the right line zipped by on the right. Bossy gave us a good-bye moo and we kept on going."

Julie gave a little laugh while the rest of us shook our heads. We swapped stories until they brought us our pasta. As we ate, Julie worked the table, asking each guy what they did and where they grew up. Everyone had a good time. She reminded me of how she had been in high school - full of smiles, cute and popular.

At seven, I said it was time for us to go. I knew my all friends were driving back home and I didn't want them getting back too late. Julie and I headed back to the room. When we got there, we found an on-demand movie that we were both interested in seeing.

"Do you mind if I watch the movie on your bed with you?" asked Julie. "My bed is a mess." She had sweated all over her sheets and I had spilled some oil. We had queens and there was plenty of room on my bed for both of us.

"Sure."

We got all of the pillows on my bed, got under the sheets and watched the movie. We both liked romantic comedies and we enjoyed this one. When it was over, we got up and brushed our teeth. I came out of the bathroom while Julie stayed a little longer to change into a nightshirt. I was in my bed when she came out.

"Would you mind if I slept with you?"

"No."

I moved over to give her half of the bed. She slipped under the sheets and grabbed my hand. That felt awkward and wrong, but nice at the same time. We soon drifted off.

* * * *

I awoke the next morning to the sound of groans.

"God, I'm so sore," moaned Julie.

I checked the clock; it was 6:08. I got out of bed and took my morning piss. I checked the color of my piss to see if I was properly hydrated. I was glad to see it was a nice light yellow. I put some ibuprofen on the counter for Julie to take.

Julie used the bathroom after I came out. I gathered our breakfast - yogurt and a banana for each of us.

When she came out, Julie asked, "Would you mind giving me another massage? Yesterday's helped so much and I don't want to be sore and stiff on the drive home."

"After breakfast, sure."

Once we finished eating, Julie got a light peach bra and peach panties out of her bag, went into the bathroom and changed into them. She came out and laid down on the bed we had slept in. I poured some baby oil on my hands and started on her calves as I had last night.

Her body felt wonderful and once again, I was rock hard. I had slept in underwear and shorts and now I had a tent. I was glad Julie couldn't see that I was hard.

Julie was more vocal this time, moaning and groaning as I worked her muscles.

"Did Kim give you a massage after you had a hard workout?"

"Kim never gave me a massage. I always massaged her."

"That doesn't seem fair. Did she ever do anything for you when you gave her a massage?"

"She let me have my way with her."

"But she wanted you to do that, right? It doesn't seem a fair exchange."

Maybe it wasn't. It didn't matter. I had loved Kim and had been glad to do anything to make her happy.

"Josh, thanks so much for doing this. This week, I'll do all of the laundry and cleaning. Sound good?"

"Sounds great."

I continued working her backside and had her flip over to her front. As she was more alert this time, I wasn't tempted to slide my hands where they shouldn't go.

"Why three classes in massage?" Julie asked. "Why wasn't one enough?

"The first had been a basic massage class, the second an advanced class which was about refining my techniques and the third had been a sensual massage class."

Julie was quiet for the rest of the massage. Once I was done, I had us change into biking gear. We did a forty-five minute easy ride around the town. The ride would help break down the lactate in Julie's body. We made several loops where we went down the main street and then rode back on a parallel side street. The morning was pretty and there was hardly anyone else out. It was a very enjoyable ride.

When we finished, we went back to the room and I let Julie take first shower. When she was done, I took my turn. I jerked off while I was there. Touching Julie's body for so long had my very horny. I thought about her body as I pumped my cock and I came extra hard when I did.

When I came out, Julie had everything packed. "Extra-long shower, eh?" she said as she smiled at me. Did she know I had jerked off? Oh well, there was nothing I could do about it.

We loaded everything into the Subaru and started the long drive home.

* * * *

On the drive, Julie said, "I'm thinking about doing something new. A new job, maybe going back to school, I don't know what."

"If you go back to school, study something that requires higher math. Jobs that require higher math pay well, unlike your current job."

Julie was thoughtful for a minute. "If I were to go someplace for a job or schooling, would you move with me?"

I thought that over. "It would depend on where you went. If you went someplace where there was a good biking culture and a long biking season, sure. Some small town up North? I will pass."

"Okay. I don't have thing in mind yet, but I wanted to get some sense of the limits to my options. I can't imagine living without you right now."

* * * *

When we got home, I washed and cleaned both bikes. Julie's bike looked as good as new, which I needed it to be if I was going to take it back. Julie and I went to the bike shop where I had bought it. I hadn't had her test ride that bike as I hadn't wanted her to know how much I going to spend on it. As she knew this time, I had her test ride a number of bikes in the eighteen hundred dollar range and one bike felt much better than the rest.

While I paid for it, Julie went over to the clothing section. She tried on a few new jerseys. She found one with only thin straps on top. It would let her shoulders get a lot of sun and the increased skin exposure would help to keep her cool her. She modeled it for me and she looked great in it. She bought it and we headed home.

I checked my email when we got home. I belonged to a mailing list of eighteen bikers of comparable skill levels in the area that included Ben, Patrick, Connor and Evan. There were many mails talking about the hotness of my sister. When was she going to go on another ride?

* * * *

Monday evening, we resumed our training. Julie did great. She loved her new bike and the long ride seemed to have strengthened her quite a bit. She was also more focused and very attentive to my coaching. We rode almost twenty miles, which was a lot longer than we usually did on a weeknight.

After dinner, we both read on the couch for a bit. Julie interrupted my reading with, "You know, I wasn't truthful when I said I didn't want to go out with your friends because they had ignored me."

I perked up. Maybe there was hope for my friends sooner than I had thought.

"My personality has changed so much from a year ago. If one of your friends had liked me a year ago, he wouldn't like me now. I am having the problem, especially at work, that people can't handle that they are dealing with a new Julie and not the old one. They keep wanting me to be quiet and passive, willing to take the grunt work they try to drop on me. That's why I'm thinking of doing something new. I want to go someplace where everyone treats me like I'm the person I'm now, not the person I was."

"I liked you a year ago and I like you now."

"No, you loved me a year ago and you love me now." She kissed me on the cheek. "I don't think you liked me very much a year ago. I was so whiny. You loved me so much that you weren't willing to accept me as I was and pushed me to be something better. That is why I don't want to date anyone right now. With you being the man in my life, I like how my personality is changing. If I started dating someone else, my personality might change in way I wouldn't like."

I tried to think of some way to help my friends' case. "Um, is your personality changing back to what it was in high school?"

"God no!" she said as she burst into tears. She put her head on my chest and cried. I felt awkward; not knowing what provoked this outburst. "I was so mean in high school. I loved to make fun of fat girls. I used to call you 'Little Joshie' like everyone else. I'm so sorry, Josh. I'm so sorry."

I put my arms around her and let her cry. I didn't know what else I could do to comfort her.

"When I moved back here, I meet up with some of my best friends from high school. They were so mean to me! They left me in tears. Then I realized that I was getting what I deserved because I had been so mean to fat girls. That made it so much worse. I didn't deserve for anyone to like me."

She cried some more. I had noticed that she had seemed more down after she moved back than she had been when she graduated from her out-of-town college. Now, I knew why.

"Josh, will you forgive me?"

"Of course. I love you, Julie. I don't care about ancient history."

"Thanks." I held her in my arms until she regained her composure. As she sat back up, she took my hand and turned around so my arm was over her shoulders. She put her head on my shoulder and said, "So no, I don't want to be like I was in high school. I want to be much nicer. Though when I was in high school, I felt like I knew how to make myself happy. I loved cheerleading. When I left high school, I didn't know what I wanted to do. Now, I feel like I'm figuring out how to make myself happy again. I want to be fit and successful."

We sat there for a while with my arm around her and her head on my shoulder. I knew it was wrong for us to be snuggling like this, but I enjoyed it nevertheless.

"Let's watch a movie, Josh."

"Okay."

She fired up Netflix and found an old romantic comedy we hadn't seen before. We watched it together with my arm around her shoulders. As we watched, my mind ran over the phrase "started dating someone else" she had used earlier. It seemed to imply that we were dating, which we weren't because we were brother and sister.

When the movie ended, I was afraid she would ask me for a massage. After snuggling with her all evening, I didn't know if I could have kept my hands from straying to her ass or tits while I massaged her. Fortunately, she didn't ask and instead went to bed.

* * * *

Tuesday at dinner, Julie told me, "I never thanked you for the great weekend. I had a marvelous time and enjoyed meeting your friends again. Can we do another rally this weekend?"

After dinner, we went to my computer and I pulled up a list of bike rides in the vicinity. A town about ninety minutes away was having a bike rally Saturday as part of a festival and they had a thirty-six mile ride. It sounded like a fun place to spend a day, so I registered us. After Julie went back to the living room, I sent out an email to the biking list about us attending the bike rally.

I went back out to the living room, sat on the far side of the couch from Julie and started reading. There was no repeat of the snuggling on the couch. I was glad, but at the same time disappointed. I was confused about how I felt about Julie and how she felt about me.

* * * *

Friday at work, I was shooting the breeze with Dan, a manager in his thirties, while we were waiting for a meeting to start.

"What are doing this weekend, Josh? Biking?"

"You know it. I'm going to a rally with my sister and we'll do a thirty-six mile ride. What are you going to do?"

"My wife and I are flying up to Minnesota. Her parents are having health problems that are hurting their business. So we are going to travel up there to see what we can do to help. My wife wants us to move up there. No way am I moving up to Minnesota. Way too damn cold. I want her to get her parents to move down here."

Dan kept talking, but I stopped paying attention. When Julie had asked me if I was willing to move for her, she had asked me how much I loved her. I had told her that I loved her so much that I was willing to leave all of my friends and a great job if it would help make her happy. I didn't love her so much that I would be willing to move to rural Minnesota, but then again Dan didn't love his wife that much either. What had she said in return? That she couldn't imagine living without me?

"Josh...Josh"

The meeting had started and I hadn't noticed. "Sorry, I was distracted for a moment. What did you ask me?"

* * * *

Fifteen of my friends showed up for the ride Saturday, a very high turnout. It was cloudier and more humid this time and I was worried we might be rained on at some point. I had rain jackets in the back of my jersey for Julie and me just in case. Patrick, Evan and four other guys lined up for the sixty-two mile ride and the rest of us lined up for the thirty-six. Of the friends that did the thirty-six, most of them took off once they were warmed up. Ben, Connor and Chuck stayed with us. I wasn't happy that Chuck stayed with us. Chuck's motto in life seemed to be, "If at first you don't succeed, be more obnoxious". Chuck was short and ugly (though taller than I was), but he swore that his perseverance had gotten him many dates with beautiful women. What my friends and I saw was Chuck embarrassing us by refusing to take no from waitresses, barmaids, female cyclists, meter maids, you name it.

The showing of the extra skin made Julie look extra sexy in her new jersey. She did a lot better than the prior ride and had a good idea of the pace she could maintain for the whole distance. When we got to a steep climb, I once again sent on my friends. She might have been able to handle it, but I thought she was ready to ride with only me. Chuck had been hard to convince to leave and it had taken cajoling from Ben and Connor to get him to go.

Julie raised her arms triumphantly when we crossed the finish line. She was sore and in some pain, but not in misery. We had our protein bar and chocolate milk in the lunch area. Some of my friends had left before we got there, but Julie held court with the rest. She asked Ben, Patrick, Connor and Evan what they had done over the last week. She introduced herself to my other friends. She was a ray of sunshine to everyone.

After an hour in the lunch area, Julie announced that she wanted to go back to the motel for a nap. My friends were all disappointed. I said that we would be having dinner at an Italian restaurant at five and we would see whomever there. We wished everyone goodbye and headed back to the motel.

Once we got to the room, Julie said, "Get a shower and then give me a massage."

I showered and came out in my shorts. Julie was lying on the bed in only pink panties. "Where is your bra?" I asked.

"That jersey has a bralet built in, so I wasn't wearing one."

I rubbed my hands together to get them warm. I had brought scented massage oil on this trip.

"You know at some point you are going to have to flip over."

"Yeah, but you saw my tits last week. I thought it would be easier for you to give me a massage if I didn't have a bra on."

If it was okay with her, it was okay with me. I started the massage and again I went rock hard. She chatted about the ride as I worked her muscles. I was strongly tempted to slip my hand inside her panties and feel her wonderful ass, even though she was alert and talking.

As I worked her lower back, she asked, "What happened between you and Kim that you broke up?"

"She moved away and found another guy."

"I knew that. Tell me the details."

Not a topic I wanted to discuss, but I didn't have anything better to talk about.

"Things were going great the fall semester of my senior year. We were going to graduate together, get engaged and move to some city where we both could find jobs."

"I didn't know you had been that serious."

"I thought she was the one."

"She's coaching triathletes, right?"

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you do that?"

"It's a much different sport. I don't have much upper body strength, which is great for cycling as it means less weight I have to push over the miles. It would be awful for swimming. If I run for any distance, my hips get sore. I'm a great cyclist, but I would be a rotten triathlete for quite some time, maybe forever. It never made any sense to me to try to make the switch."

"OK, so what happened?"

I worked on the muscles around her shoulder blades. The top of her shoulders were darker than the rest of her back because of the sun she got with her new jersey. Her skin looked flawless to me.

"Our plans went up in smoke when she got a D in one of her Nutrition classes. She was a Nutrition major. She knew a lot about nutrition for athletes, but not about nutrition for passing classes. She couldn't take a couple of other Nutrition classes in the spring because of the D, so she'd have to go to college for another year."

"Ouch!"

"Yeah. I didn't want to get a job near the college. Lots of people don't want to move away from school, which makes it hard to get a good job near it. So we planned to have a long-distance relationship for a year."

"But you didn't do that?"

"No. We had planned to spend a lot of that Christmas break in Florida at a triathlon there. We had made reservations and she paid money to compete. Then Mom and Dad asked me to come home for Christmas break to help get the house ready to sell." With my graduating and getting a place of my own and Julie spending most of the year at college, my parents had decided to downsize. They had wanted me to help prepare the house to sell with an eye of putting it on the market that spring. "Kim decided to go without me. I canceled my flight and Kim found a roommate for her hotel room. She spent a lot of time hanging with the team that sponsored the triathlon and on the last day she was there, the coach of the team offered her an assistant coach position."

"Oh."

I realized I was being too rough on her shoulder blades and shoulders. I wasn't paying as much attention to the massage as I should have. Kim had never talked while I gave her a massage, so I wasn't used to talking and massaging at the same time. I hadn't told anyone in this detail about the break up with Kim and it felt good to get it out.

"So she dropped out of college, gathered her stuff and moved to Florida. She started coaching and loved it. I couldn't go see her as I had to go to classes. I looked for jobs near her in Florida. We talked on the phone almost every day, but all she wanted to talk about was how the people she was training were improving under her coaching. It didn't mean anything to me as I didn't know the people."

"So you were drifting apart?"

"Yeah. I went to Florida for Spring Break, but the passion was gone. We tried, but she was a different person that I didn't have much in common with. She broke up with me a few weeks later. She began dating someone she trained. They got married two years ago."
"You haven't been serious with anyone since, right?"

"Yeah."

"Why not?"

I sighed. "Things have gone pretty well with the girls I have dated until I get them naked. The girls I have dated haven't been fit and their flabby bodies turned me off. Kim spoiled me for women I can date."

I was working down her arms now. Since I had reset myself, I had been doing better at giving a good massage while talking. Julie and I had done some weight lifting during the winter. I had done mostly legs, but Julie had done exercises for her whole body. I squeezed and kneaded the firm arm muscles she had developed and enjoyed how they felt in my hands.

"Why don't you date someone who's fit?"

"Cause every guy wants to date a girl who's fit. A 5'6" guy doesn't have a chance. I keep hoping to find a cute aerobics instructor who wants to marry a good provider, but no luck so far."

"Am I fit? How does my body compare with Kim's?"

I took a deep breath. I felt uncomfortable where this discussion was going.

"Flip over."

Julie turned over, exposing her marvelous tits to my sight. They looked even better this close. I shook my head and moved to her feet to re-start the massage.

"Your body is better and worse than Kim's"

"Huh?"

"Kim had been a triathlete for a few years before I got her naked. Her whole body was firm muscle with almost no fat."

"So she had a lot better body than me?"

"In ways not. She had no tits and no hips. She kept her hair short in a pageboy cut and had a masculine-looking face. Most people assumed she was a guy when they met her. Nobody would think that of you."

I looked up and Julie gave me a smile. I finished her thighs and was ready to work on her upper body. Her beautiful tits were right in front of me. I told myself to stay away from them. I worked on the muscles of her upper chest.

"So you think I have a sexier body than she does?"

"Definitely. Nobody stared at Kim's body like how my friends stare at yours."

I had tried hard to resist touching her tits, but I couldn't do it. I dropped my hands down to them. I hoped she thought it was all a part of the massage. They felt wonderful, so soft and yet so firm. I was afraid she would scream or something, but instead she had a small smile on her face. My dick was like steel, the hardest it ever felt.

I did one more pass over her tits and moved on to her shoulders. My heart was hammering in my chest. I felt like I had dodged a bullet. I kept massaging her body. Julie didn't say anything more and kept the same contented smile on her face.

"Done!" I said as I finished. "Are you going to take a nap now?"

"Yes." She got under the sheets. "Josh would you nap with me?"

I normally didn't nap after a ride, but how could I refuse a beautiful, almost naked woman?

"Sure."

She slid over and I got under the sheets. She took my hand like she had when we slept together before. I laid there for a while, trying to understand what it all meant. I gave it up and drifted off to sleep.

* * * *

After we woke up, Julie took a shower. She came out of the bathroom in only tiger stripe panties. She once again pulled out a number of shorts and compared them to the rally shirt to see which one looked best with it. I stared at her wonderful body.

Once she was dressed, we got into the Subaru to go to festival. Once we were seated, Julie leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks so much for the massage, Josh. I never suspected my big brother had magic fingers."

I felt my cheeks get hot. "Um, it wasn't a big deal. I enjoyed doing it." I had particularly enjoyed palming her tits.

I put the Subaru into drive and headed us towards the parking for the festival.

"How is a sensual massage different than the massages you have given me?"

"With a Swedish massage, you are trying to get stiff muscles to relax, so it is all about manipulating muscles. With a sensual massage, you are trying to stimulate the senses for pleasure and to create erotic energy. It is a lot less formal and I do whatever I think will stimulate my partner."

"Would...would you give me a sensual massage tonight? I'm really curious as to what it would be like."

"You would have to take all your clothes off."

Julie was quiet for a bit. "I guess that would be fine. You have seen me mostly naked, so seeing me all the way naked this once will be okay."

I was surprised when Julie agreed to get naked for me. I was going to see all of her wonderful ass. And her pussy too. I was back to being rock hard. I knew I shouldn't be excited about seeing my sister nude, but I was.

We arrived at the festival. We got out of the Subaru and walked around. Most of the festival was a line of booths with items for sale, mainly craft items.

I texted Ben and Connor where we were and they came over. They seemed the most interested in Julie of my friends and I thought they would treat Julie well if she dated them. I hoped some chemistry would develop between Julie and one of them, but I knew I couldn't push it.

The four of us wandered around the booths and had a good time checking out the wares. The glassblower was my favorite and I spent a lot of time watching her work. Some of my friends found us as we perused including (sadly) Chuck. Chuck stayed glued to Julie's side.

My favorite part of the festival was a track they had barricaded off with hay bales. Go-carts with Formula One-type bodies put on top were raced around the track in various heats by tween kids. It looked like a blast. I wished I could have done that when I was their age.

* * * *

Some of my friends had gone home after the ride, but the rest met at the Italian restaurant at five. There were nine of us, so we had to wait a bit for a table for six to be pulled next to a table for four.

Connor, Julie and I walked down one side of the combined table. Connor pulled out the next to last chair for Julie to sit in. Ben sat down opposite of her while Connor sat down to her left. I pulled out the last chair to sit to Julie's right and...Chuck sat down in it before I could.

"Chuck, Josh was going to sit there," said Julie.

"Well, he should have sat down quicker."

Chuck was such an asshole. I walked around the table and sat down diagonally from him so I wouldn't be tempted to punch his lights out. Though, it might have improved his looks.

Julie stared at Chuck for a while as he talked to her like nothing unusual had happened. Julie eventually stood up, walked around to the empty chair next to me and sat down. We had a pleasant dinner with Julie dominating the conversation at our end of the table. Whenever Chuck tried to talk to her, she pretended not to hear him.

Once we had finished eating, I got up to empty my bladder. When I came back, Chuck was sitting in my chair. Julie was standing, facing him and looked livid.

"Hell yes, I'm loyal to my brother!" said Julie loud enough for most of the restaurant to hear. "Where were you when I needed someone to push me to exercise? To eat right? Where were you when I needed a friend?" She faced the whole table. "Where were any of you?"

All of my friends suddenly developed an intense interest in the little sauce splotches left on their plates. I put my arm around Julie and asked, "Everything okay?"

"Yes. Chuck here is going to back to his seat now. Isn't that right, Chuck?"

Chuck sat there as if he had no intention of moving. Where was a bouncer when you needed one? Finally, Chuck sighed and slowly stood up as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders; as if moving out of someone else's seat where he wasn't wanted was the noblest sacrifice.

After the confrontation with Chuck, the mood was ruined. The conversations were flat. After ten minutes, I said it was time for Julie and I to go back to the motel and we wished everyone good-bye.

* * * *

It was a quiet drive to the motel. I guessed that Julie was upset from dealing with Chuck. I had other things on my mind. The feel of my sister's tits when I had massaged them and the little smile she had given me. Her awkward request for a sensual massage. Her agreeing to get naked.

What did she want from the sensual massage? What did I want from the sensual massage? I didn't know. I did know that whenever I had finished giving a woman a sensual massage, she had been hot, horny and ready to fuck.

* * * *

Some part of me hoped Julie would chicken out on getting naked. When we got into the room, I watched to see what she would do. She quickly stripped as if it was no big deal and laid down naked on the bed. I stripped down to my jockeys. I knew pre-cum would eventually leak out while I massaged Julie and I didn't want any to drip on her.

I went to the bathroom, got a plastic cup, filled it with hot water, and put the bottle of oil into it. I also grabbed a condom from my toiletry bag. Would I need it? Was I sick to hope that I might need it? It was my little sister out there, but she was also a hot, sexy woman.

I walked towards the bed. I hid the condom while I approached the bed, set it on the floor and put the plastic cup on top of it. I didn't want Julie to see it.

As I rubbed my hands together to warm them, my eyes were drawn to Julie's ass. Her cheeks were firm from the biking, but had some padding on them. They looked oh so squeezable. I would be squeezing them later; I had to prepare her first.

Once my hands were warm, I ran a finger along the top of each shoulder. I moved my hands down each shoulder blade, trying to touch Julie as lightly as possible.

"God, that feels good," said Julie.

I continued moving my hands slowly down her body. Sometimes I would make a long, slow stroke down her skin. Other times, I moved my hands in circles or other patterns. I tried to be unpredictable with how I moved my hands.

"You are making me feel all tingly."

I slowly worked my way down her back and on to her ass. I resisted the urge to cup and squeeze her cheeks. Instead, I spent a lot of time stroking all that soft, smooth skin.

"Josh, you really do have magic fingers. They are making me feel great."

I continued the strokes down her body and eventually reached her feet. I had her flip over and started again on her front. Her nipples were hard. This time, I openly ran my hands over her tits and she sucked in her breath when I did. I moved my hands around her tits in circles, and then resumed working my way down her body.

"I so wish one of my boyfriends had done something like this for me. I just love this."

I gradually reached her crotch. Her pussy hairs were a light brown and neatly trimmed. As I moved my head close to her pussy, I could smell the scent of arousal. I continued working down her body.

When I got to the end of her legs again, I had her turn back over on to her stomach. I moved up to the top of the bed and sat down above her head. I put oil on my hands and worked her arms. She seemed to respond best to light touches, so I rubbed her skin lightly.

I bent down and nibbled on her neck. Julie moaned. I kept working my way down the top half of her body as I continued to nibble her neck or her earlobes. She moaned the whole time. When her top half was done, I moved to between her legs. I ran my hands over her wonderful ass, cupping and squeezing. I moved down to her thighs, concentrating on her inner thigh. I could smell that she was very aroused.

"I am seeing now how Kim would be willing to let you do anything to her after a massage like this."

I had her flip over. Once she was lying on her back, I straddled her just below her crotch. As I ran my oily hands over her shoulders, arms and tits, I ground my crotch into hers. Her eyes were closed and she was concentrating on the pleasure I was giving her. Once I was done with her upper body, I knelt next to her as I ran my hands down to her crotch. I slipped a finger of my right hand between her pussy lips as I massaged a tit with my left hand.

I had been concerned she would protest me touching her sex, but all she did was groan. I continued running my finger along her pussy lips, bringing fluid up to her clit. As I rubbed her upper body with my left hand, I applied gentle pressure to her clit, sometimes using a circular motion and sometimes a figure eight. Julie was breathing hard now. She had a look of sensual pleasure on her face.

I moved further down her body so that I could slid a finger of my right hand inside her while I massaged her clit with my left. I massaged her G-spot. That quickly brought her to buck her body on the bed. She gave a small scream as an orgasm swept over her. I moved my hands away from her, the massage finished.

Julie laid there panting for a bit, and then said, "So, is this where I let you do whatever you want with me?"

I shook my head. "I only want to do what you want me to do."

"Josh, come here."

She grabbed my arm and pulled on it to guide me to move my mouth to hers. She kissed me softly on the lips.

"I told you earlier that I was figuring out how to make myself happy. Make my happiness complete, Josh. Make love to me."

I kissed her, gently at first, savoring the feeling of her lips on mine. She opened her mouth and I slipped my tongue inside. We kissed passionately for a while. I broke off the kiss, stood up, and took off my jockeys.

I took the condom out from under the cup and began to open it.

"Don't do that," said Julie. "I want to feel you in me, not something plastic." I tossed the condom aside.

"Come back here, sweetie," Julie said with a smile. I moved to between her legs. I guided my dick into her pussy and her legs hooked behind mine to pull me all the way in. I easily slid into her. She was so wet, so warm and so wonderfully tight.

"This is what I want, Josh. To feel you in me."

We kissed for a while. Being with Julie was like some wonderful, crazy dream and I was enjoying that it had come true. I broke the kiss off with a smile, pulled away from her and started pumping in and out of her. I was raised up on my arms, looking at her beautiful face and body.

I have only a five-inch dick, but the way Julie moaned and cooed, I felt like I had a full nine inches. I was so stimulated from the massage that I knew that I would last long at all. To slow things down, I arched my back to bring my mouth to her tit.

"Suck on them, Josh. They're yours to enjoy."

I slowed my pace to feast on her magnificent breasts, sucking on one and then the other. Her nipples felt wonderful in my mouth. Once I had sated that desire, I straightened out and resumed thrusting in and out of her.

"Julie, you feel so great. I am not going to last long."

"Just fuck me, Josh. Don't worry about it."

I picked up the pace, fucking her harder. She pushed herself at me in perfect rhythm, grunting with every thrust. I loved watching her tits bounce up and down as I slammed in and out of her. I felt so lucky to be fucking a girl this beautiful.

I felt my cum boiling out of my balls. I rammed one last time and unloaded into her. Surge after surge shot out as waves of pleasure swept over me.

When I finished cumming, I bent down and kissed Julie. I kissed her softly, to show her how wonderful I thought she was. She pushed me over so that we were side to side. I slid out of her. We kissed languidly, taking our time now that the first rush of passion was over. I ran one hand over her body, feeling her smooth, slightly oiled skin.

"Julie, that was wonderful. I hadn't intended the massage end this way, but I am glad it did."

"I hadn't intended the massage end this way either. You made me feel so great, so horny that there was no way I wanted to stop."

We kissed again. I stroked her side, palmed her tit, cupped her ass; exploring all of the wonders her body had to offer. Julie played with the hairs on my chest, tweaked my nipples, and rubbed my stomach.

After a while, she dropped her hand to my dick and leisurely stroked it. Her hand felt wonderful as it slide up and down. I was soon hard.

"Now it is time for me to do what I want to you," said Julie.

She rolled me on to my back. I slid back into the center of the bed as she straddled my waist. She positioned herself so her pussy lips were on top of my dick as it laid against my stomach, then leaned forward so she could lean on her hands. She slide her pussy lips up and down my shaft. I loved how her body felt against mine. She soon had me panting.

Julie brought up her right knee up so she was on one knee. She grabbed my dick and slowly slid the head up and down her slit.

"Do you know what I want to do to you?"

"No idea."

"I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you until you cum inside of me again. And do you know why I want to do that to you?"

I could tell she felt what she was saying was important, but I didn't know what she expected me to say.

"No clue."

"Cause I love you, Josh. I love you for all the wonderful things you have done for me. For pushing me to be the person I am now."

She guided my dick into her pussy and let herself down until I was fully impaled inside her.

"I have always loved you, Julie. I loved you in high school and I love you now."

She smiled. "You feel so right inside of me." With her hands on my chest, Julie slowly unfolded her legs to raise herself straight off of me and then folded them again to sink slowly back down. I groaned as my dick slid into and out of her tight pussy.

"Josh, you are the right size for me to do this."

She continued slowly raising herself up and down while I alternately massaged her tits and teased her nipples. I was in heaven.

"God, I love doing this," said Julie, "but my legs are too tired to keep doing it."

"Let me help you then," I said as I reached down and cupped her soft, firm ass. I lifted her up and then pushed her down on me while pushing up with my crotch to pound my dick inside of her.

"Yes, Josh, just like that."

Lift, down, lift, down - we soon established an easy rhythm. I watched as her large tits wobbled back and forth in front of me. I could see drips of sweat run down from her head to her chest. Her eyes closed, she was breathing hard. I hoped she was close because I wouldn't last much longer.

Julie threw her head back and cried, "Oh god! Oh god!" I took that as a sign she was having another orgasm. I pulled her ass down hard one last time and came inside of her. I closed my eyes and felt the waves of pleasure roll over my body.

We held that position for a while, and then Julie collapsed on top of me. I guided her to the side so she was lying along my side with her head on my chest and my arm down her back. We laid there for a while, silently enjoying the bliss. I ran my fingers through her beautiful blond hair as I thought. It was all out in the open now - I loved Julie and Julie loved me. I knew that our lives would be different from now on, but how we would have to work out.

Julie raised her head off my chest, looked at me and asked, "When we get back to the apartment, are you moving into my bedroom or am I moving into yours?"

I am trying to improve as a writer and would appreciate any detailed feedback left as a comment or sent as a PM. Thanks to ChasB and RecHiker for their feedback on my prior story.