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Author's infos Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A |
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| Introduction: Ok, first things first- this story deals with incest. Don?t like it? Then don?t read it. It really is that simple. It?s more of a romantic one than a sordid one, this, so if want to skip to the sex it starts just before about halfway through, but I urge you to read from the beginning as it really counts towards the story! | ||
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This story is all about how my romantic relationship started with the most beautiful, sexy, adorable, sweet, kind, and just generally amazing girl I have ever known- a girl who happened to be my sister. Of course, like everyone, I grew up knowing just how taboo such a relationship is considered, but at the same time, I have never felt anything more right in my life. Me (my name is Alex btw) & my sister, Emily, have always been close. Obviously we had our share of fights, but never anything too big and certainly nothing so bad that we weren’t the best of friends an hour later and watching a movie together in my or her room with a huge bag of homemade popcorn and a healthy dose of laughter that would frequently keep our parents awake (we would come dangerously close to waking them up a few years later with very different activities, but I will get to that soon). As I said, I had always been hugely fond of Emily, but past the age of me being about fourteen (her being twelve at this point), I couldn’t help having new feelings about her. I didn’t even know what they were to begin with, and misinterpreted them as simply increased brotherly feelings. I was actively choosing to spend more time with her, watching TV, playing games, etc. And the thing was, she didn’t mind. She seemed to be mirroring my affections quite similarly, which I also misinterpreted as simply sisterly affection. Of course, puberty soon started to set in for her, and whilst the worst of the typical characteristics of a pubescent teenage girl were mercifully absent in her- massive insecurity, awkwardness, stubbornness and sullenness- the *ahem* positive characteristics- i.e. blossoming of the female form- were very much beginning. Now, I’ve decided against the usual description of what my sister looked like for this story, as I have always preferred personally to imagine whomever I want in a story like this rather than have a set image created for me- such is the great thing about stories, your imagination can run riot. If you want to imagine her to look like your own sister, petit, busty, tall, short, blonde, dark-haired, whatever- go ahead. Suffice it say though that she was, and indeed is, absolutely beautiful. Enough to get her fair share of attention from the boys in her class, anyway. Yet the only boy she ever really had time for was me, and I was thoroughly happy with that. The years passed, and I gradually realised that my feelings towards Emily were not simply brotherly adoration. I had a crush on her- a substantial one. However, I quickly reconciled with myself that since no-one would ever know about it, and that I was (I thought at the time, anyway) never going to try to act on my desires, and thus probably make a fool of myself to Emily, it was a harmless obsession that I could keep under wraps (quite literally) by masturbating in my bed late at night, the thought of my sister vivid in my imagination. Actually, from the age of fifteen onwards, I thought about seldom else while I pleasured myself. I gradually took to being a bit more adventurous whenever I had the house to myself, never missing the chance to go into her room and use a pair of her knickers or a lacy bra to aid my masturbatory habits. It was one such day, a Saturday when both our parents were at a friend’s wedding and Emily was out in town with some friends, that I was in her room & noticed she had left her computer on and unlocked. On the one hand I believed in affording my beloved sister her privacy, but on the other hand my curiosity got the better of me. I wasn’t actually looking for anything to show mutual feelings on her part for me, more just to see what she was interested in. I was seventeen by this point and she was fifteen, and it was surely only a matter of time before she allowed herself to get involved seriously with guys. That ate me up with jealousy, but thought that there was nothing I could do about it. In real life, beautiful girls just didn’t fall in love with their brothers, no matter how much they liked them. I began with a quick look at saved files & documents, finding nothing of great interest, just school projects & coursework. However, I then took a look at her internet browsing history. What I saw immediately caught my interest and brought a lump to my throat the size of an apple. Like most girls, she didn’t seem to visit porn websites, but seemed to be a great user of erotic fiction sites. And virtually all of the stories she’d read had one thing in common- incest. And more to the point, brother-sister incest. I couldn’t count the number she’d looked at. My heart racing, I next looked for the search-engine history, only to find even more interesting information. ‘Why do I fancy my brother?’ ‘Do brothers ever fancy their sisters?’ ‘I think I am in love with my brother’ ‘Can brothers and sisters have sex?’ ‘How can I make my brother love me?’ ‘How can I seduce my brother?’ ‘I dream about making love with my brother- is this normal?’ were just some of the things she had typed and searched for. I couldn’t believe what I was reading. When I had read through everything she had asked the internet about her forbidden desires, I looked through her saved documents again more thoroughly. After a while, saved in a folder entitled ‘English coursework 1’, I found a Word file that was most definitely not English coursework. It was a story, or more of a fantasy really, wherein she outlined in detail all her feelings about me, her elder brother. I actually pinched myself while reading it. This couldn’t be true. It had to be a dream, it just had to. Nothing this amazing could be real. She went on to describe her ultimate fantasy of us declaring our mutual feelings for each other and our first time having sex, with her losing her virginity to me. She described it as being around Christmas time, and went into long detail about exactly how she imagined it would happen- that we’d both have the house to ourselves for a few days, and that as she’s standing in the bathroom in nothing but a towel after having a long hot bath, I ask if I can come in, and upon entering I nervously but determinedly admit to her my feelings and then, slowly, walk up to her and kiss her. The rest, I almost couldn’t allow myself to read- I was actually in quite considerable discomfort from my raging hard-on in my boxers. I became suddenly aware that I had been in her room on her computer for over two hours by now, and was in serious danger of Emily coming back any minute. I logged off, left her room, and went back to my room and had what can only be described as an emergency wank. I spent the rest of the day in deep, deep thought. First of all, the main question was- do I do it? Do I actually make my fantasy- both our fantasies- come true? I weighed up everything. How socially wrong it’s considered, how it would have to be kept completely secret, etc etc. But in the end I always knew what decision I was going to make. Who was I kidding? I was in love with my sister, the most beautiful and amazing girl I would ever meet. The next question was how was I going to go about making this fantasy a reality. Almost as soon as I had started thinking about the possibilities, I thought of the obvious perfect way. I would do it EXACTLY how Emily had written about. It was after all only a week before school ended for Christmas. And even better, our parents were planning on going on a little mini-break by themselves, coming back the day before Christmas Eve! Perfect! I began planning tenaciously, and by the end of the weekend I had my plan all set up. I had never been more excited. Nervous, anxious, but excited. About halfway through the week, Emily got me to come for one of our evening film sessions in her room, saying how term was basically almost over and she was happy & so felt like watching something Christmassy to get in the festive holiday mood. I would’ve rathered not to be honest, seeing how ever since Saturday I had found it impossible to be around her without imagining her naked & me doing unspeakable things to her, and of course needing to disappear to satisfy myself. But I reluctantly agreed. My mind was naturally wandering to somewhat more illicit things than what was on the screen, but I generally managed to keep myself in check apart from the odd quick glance at her pert ass shown wonderfully in her black leggings she often wore around the house. We chatted as usual throughout the film, and continued once it was over. We gradually, and I still don’t know how we got onto the subject, started discussing boys &, for me, girls. You see, I myself was not a virgin. I had dated a girl last year for just over six months, and we had gradually moved through the bases before taking the last major step for us both. Looking back, I really think I only went out with her because she reminded me of my sister, but after six months the fact that she just wasn’t Emily hard worn away my enthusiasm for being with her, and she had sensed it, so we split up. Emily had badly hidden her contempt for her while we were together, and likewise failed to conceal her elation when we split up. As we lay sprawled out on her soft carpet that night, pillows everywhere, she waxed lyrical about her opinion of my love life. “Kerry was out of your league, Alex- she was below your league! Way below! I always said so.” “Haha, thanks Em. I wish I could believe that.” “It’s true!” “Well what’s going on with you these days, anyhow?” I asked. “You not singled out the guys in your year who’ll be the Pro-footballers and Investment bankers and allowed them to take you out, yet?” “Hilarious, Al. I don’t get anywhere near the number of guys ask me out as you think, you know.” “Even if that was true, it’d still be in the hundreds, wouldn’t it?!” I teased. She stuck her tongue out at me. I knew perfectly well that plenty of her peer group had tried it on with her, or at very least openly fancied her. I both loved that and hated it. “I just don’t want to bother with a guy until he’s one that I want to actually... you know...” “No, I’m afraid I don’t...” I said in mock confusion. “Yes you do... alright... ‘go all the way with’. There- is that good enough?!” That was Emily- she never said anything like this in clear language, let alone use vulgarisms. It was just another thing I loved about her. It was wonderful though to know for a fact that she hadn’t had sex with anyone yet. I was fairly sure she hadn’t beforehand mind you, but hearing it like this I will admit took a small but significant load off my mind. Mum and dad were going Friday evening, as soon as they both got back from work, already packed. I had decided to make Friday the night, as I knew Emily had no plans. Friday came, and as we both made our way back from school through the fresh wintery air, both happy and without a care in the world (well, not me exactly) I felt the soft cold tickle of the first snowflake of the year land on my face. It was snowing, and by the looks of it quite heavily. Not wanting to sound all wishy-washy & emotional, but it was all just a perfect setting. Without thinking, I took Emily’s hand in mine as we walked, and when I looked at her (I couldn’t help it), she gave me one of the biggest most genuine smiles I’d ever seen. We got home and discussed our plans for the holidays until mum & dad got back, but once we’d waved goodbye as they pulled out the driveway, the snow had fallen wonderfully thick & was reflecting the moonlight. I couldn’t have planned it all any better. It was a thing with me & Emily that whenever there was slightest bit of snow around, we just had to have snowball fights, and there was enough outside for us to wage a full-on war. By the time we’d wrapped ourselves up, we weren’t the only people outside enjoying the weather- children in sledges, parents helping youngsters with the beginnings of huge snowmen, and indeed a fair few fellow snowball combatants. We played- or rather, fought- for hours. Snowball fights were serious business to me & Emily. Much fun & laughter was always had, obviously, but we both had a competitive streak and compacted balls of snow brought it out of both of us. We were both having so much fun that I almost forgot my grand plan for the evening. Eventually, tired, cold & wet, we traipsed back indoors. Here was where my plan began. “Tell you what, Em, seeing as I’m feeling nice tonight, why don’t I run you a hot bath to recover in after that campaign of ours?” “Owwww that’d be amaaaazing, Alex! But you don’t have to...” “Oh shutup” I said. She shot me a grateful, cute smile. I ran upstairs, a bit more enthusiastically than I meant to, and started the hot bath water running, making sure to put some bubble bath in for good measure. I then tidied the bathroom up a bit, got the fluffiest towels out ready for her, turned on the heater and chose the lights in order for the room to not be too bright- I wanted a romantic ambience. My heart was already racing. I came out, having taken a bit longer than I meant to, and nearly walked into Emily who was walking up to the bathroom with her bathrobe & pyjamas. We both just stood for moment looking at each other, our expressions both full of awkward affection, before I moved aside. “Your bath awaits you, m’lady” “Oww thankyou Alex, a hot bath is just what I want tonight. You’re the best” She opened the door to the sound of running water and the sight of steam, and went in. I now had to wait for the right moment. I had to time my move for when she’d got out the bath and was just in her towel... just like in her story... her fantasy. The wait was agony. I quickly showered downstairs and then made my way back upstairs before her bath was even ready as I still heard the water running. My nerves were jangling, my breathing was fast. I couldn’t be still. I stayed out in the hallway quietly listening for the sounds that would indicate her getting out the bath. Eventually, after an hour (she liked very long baths, my sister), I heard her pull the plug and the water run away. This was it. It was now or never. Could I do it? Was it a good idea? I dismissed the negative little thoughts, and braced myself for the most memorable moment of my life, and I raised my hand to knock on the door. “I’m nearly finished, Al, don’t worry” “Errm... can... can I come in, Em?” Silence. For a whole ten seconds she didn’t reply. I knew exactly what was going through her mind- was her fantasy that she’d written about on her computer coming true? “Errr... I guess” she said. I tentatively, with an annoyingly shaking hand, turned the door handle. I was greeted with the most fantastic sight- there my sister stood, covered by nothing but a soft white towel, her wet hair hanging down just past her shoulders, a picture of beauty. The room was still steamy and very warm. “You’re letting the heat out...” “Sorry” I said, and I stepped inside and closed the door. All the practice, all the things I had planned on saying, all suddenly left me now I was here. “I... look, Emily...” “Alex... I...” “What?” I said. “No, you first!” she said. “Why me?!” “Because you started talking before me, silly!” We both chuckled a little. It removed all the tension, and somehow allowed me to think clearly and brought back my confidence. I didn’t care anymore- didn’t care if I had somehow (I was sure I hadn’t) got this all totally wrong and she didn’t feel the same way I did & I was about to make a massive idiot of myself. I was going to tell her. “Emily, this isn’t easy, but I have to do this, ok?” “Ok...” “The truth is... the truth is I really like you”. Another period of tortuous silence. “I really like you, too” she said in a voice barely above a whisper, looking directly into my eyes. “Actually... I... I love you” I said. “I love you, too” she replied, again in an emotional, throaty voice. “I...”- I had to make sure there was no misunderstanding- “I don’t mean like a brother” “And I don’t mean like a sister” she said, more determinedly this time. What happened next wasn’t part of the plan, but was most welcome anyway. I had planned on kissing her for the first time at around this point, but I didn’t get the chance because before I could do anything she walked over to me, stood up on her toes, and brought my head to hers in the first passionate kiss of brother and sister. I wrapped my arms around her as we kissed slowly but deeply. I explored her mouth with my tongue and soon felt her do the same to me. I couldn’t think. Nothing outside of this kiss mattered. I was finally kissing my sister, my beautiful, sexy, adorable perfect sister. And best of all, she’d started it. I truly was in heaven. We didn’t say anything. We just kissed, for minutes on end. By this point my mind had started working again, and I remembered how the next part of the story went. I slowly broke my lips away from her, and we exchanged a look of utter lust and passion. I began slowly moving my hands up her sides along the soft material of her towel until they got to the top, just above her breasts. Her mouth slightly open, she moved her eyes to my hands, and slowly moved her shoulders back, slightly pushing her chest towards me. “I’ve never done anything like this before” she said. “I know. And I can’t tell you how happy that makes me” She smiled and looked back down at my hands as I began to unwrap her towel. I could hardly believe what I was doing. I knew I was seconds away from seeing the girl I had lusted over for years naked. As the towel unfolded and dropped to the floor with a soft thud, she gasped and closed her eyes. I however wished I had even more eyes to open as before me was the most amazing sight I could’ve dreamed of. I was no expert on foreplay or any other aspect of sex for that matter, but I had read plenty about it and what to do on the internet, and I was determined to make this first time for my sister as perfect as a possible. I brought my fingertips to rest on her chest just below her collarbones. This first contact of my hands on her naked body drew another small gasp. I very slowly began to slide my hands downwards and then, just above her deliciously pink nipples, outwards and around her whole breasts. I cupped her boobs from underneath with my thumbs & forefingers. Emily’s breathing was getting faster every second. I wanted to be as gentle as possible, making her anticipate me touching her nipples. I gently squeezed her breasts just a little before delicately dragging my fingertips inwards towards her aerolas. I circled them with my middle finger, careful not to touch the by-now protruding little pink nubs in their centre. Her mouth opened slightly at this point in a silent moan of pleasure and her body was slowly & involuntarily moving and writhing from the stimulation my hands were administering. I stopped circling her nipples and decided to end her torment. As delicately as I could, I brushed the tips of my middle fingers outwards over the very tips of her nipples. “Oh my god!” she half whispered, half cried out. I couldn’t possibly describe how much I was enjoying myself. My erection was hurting it was throbbing so much as I spent the next ten whole minutes playing with her nipples. I suddenly felt her hands pulling my shirt up, and I stopped to quickly remove it. No sooner had it dropped to the floor did I feel her hands running down my chest & stomach as I resumed my fondling her boobs. Her eyes closed once again in pleasure, but her hands continued down to my jeans. She undid the buttons and zips and began pulling my trousers and boxers down together. As my erection sprang out she opened her eyes to see her it. I knew it was her first time seeing one and so enjoyed letting her gaze at it. “Wow... I can’t believe we’re doing this” she said. I stepped out of my jeans & boxers and savoured standing totally naked with my sister. Nothing could prepare me for the first feeling of her soft hands on my cock. She was so delicate! It was exquisite. We stood for what seemed like an eternity locked in the mutual pleasure of me fondling her breasts and her softly caressing my erection. I eventually relinquished her tits from my hands and pulled her body to mine & kissed her hungrily. She immediately wrapped her arms up & around my neck as I let my hands explore her back and, as they moved down south, her bum. I was a little less gentle with her ass than her breasts, and I squeezed her cheeks at the same time as pulling her body into mine & penetrating her mouth with my tongue. “Let’s go to another room” I said. “Definitely” she replied. “Can it be my room? I always dreamed of it happening there... and... and I always hoped it would be with you”. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to her room. I had made sure that the central-heating for the house was on high for the night and her room was as warm as the bathroom had been. I lay her down on her bed, her skin contrasting wonderfully even in the dark with the scarlet duvet and pillows. I switched on her lava lamp to give us a little more light, the same light we always had on whenever we chilled out in her room. The significance wasn’t wasted on her, and she grinned from the lamp to me, recognising the symbolisation of the close bond that we’d always had and yet the total change of relationship we’d embarked on only an hour ago. I lay down next to her and our bodies entwined like jungle vines, sucking noises coming from our renewed kissing. I allowed one of my hands to move down to her legs, stroking first the outsides then up her inner thighs, drawing appreciative quickened breathing from Emily. “Lie on your back, Em” I said. I lay beside her leaning on my side, and as I stroked my hand down her stomach and across her belly button, she automatically opened her legs for me like a flower, revealing to me her virtually hairless untouched pussy. Oh how I had dreamed of this moment for years. As my hand got to just above her vagina, I veered off to stroke her inner thighs. Once again, her mouth was slightly open and her eyes shut in silent expectation of feeling my hand touch her most intimate place for the first time. I could see, even in this light, that she was absolutely dripping wet, her moist outer lips glistening with her juices in the lamp light. As my quivering fingers made contact with her labia, I felt her back arch and her legs open even wider, along with her moaning of “Oh my god!” which I had by now come to expect and adore. I allowed my fingers to explore. I pushed just slightly between her lips separating them and ran the tip of my middle finger from her hole up to the little nub of nerve endings I had learnt women have. Emily was in ecstasy by now. But when I brushed my finger over her clitoris she thrust her head back and let out a small whelp of pleasure. I was actually fingering my sister! I looked up and saw her boobs jiggling just a little from her writhing, and did what felt the most natural thing in the world at the point- I bent my head down and took her nearest nipple in my mouth and sucked. This drew yet more moans of ecstasy from my darling Emily, and I felt her hand on the back of my head pull me into her breast like a hungry baby. I wanted to feel inside her so badly, and so gradually brought my finger to her vaginal opening and began to push into her, but she immediately brought her hand down to stop me. “Oh, careful Al! I don’t want you to break my... you know... not with your hands. I want to wait until you... you know...” “Haha, don’t worry sis. I’ll be gentle. Haven’t you ever done this by yourself, anyway?” “Almost every night. But I never go very deep just in case”. “I won’t go very deep. Don’t worry”. I slid inside her up to the second bend in my finger, licking & sucking once again on her nipples. I made sure that as my finger slid in & out her, my thumb gently tickled her clitoris. Her breathing got faster and faster, along with her moans & squeals of pleasure. I knew she was close, and suddenly wondered whether she’d ever had an orgasm before. “Alex!!! Oh, Alex!!!” she started crying as her legs clamped together around my hand and her hand on the back of my head pressed my mouth into her breast hard. I continued sucking and finger-fucking her until I felt the tension start to leave her body, her thighs released my hand and she loosened the pressure on my head. I slid my finger out of her soaking wet pussy and lay down beside her, pulling her over onto her side with me. “That...” she started saying, her eyes still closed. “That was... it was...”. But what it was I never learned exactly, because once more our mouths found each other. Breaking away, I asked her if that was her first orgasm. “You’ve got to be kidding! I’ve been able to come since I was like ten! I play with myself every night and I don’t think I’ve ever not come. But you doing it is, like, a million times better!”. We settled into entwining our bodies once again, and found ourselves talking mushy. We both admitted fancying each other for ages, that we had fallen in love a while back, and that we had fantasised about having sex with each other a lot. We also admitted that far from it being bad that we were brother & sister, we were both actually hugely turned on by it. “It’s forbidden, I think that’s why” Emily said. “It just makes it SO much more exciting than if you were some boy in my class”. I also took this moment to confess to the source of my confidence in planning this night. “Emily, I have one thing I kinda have to confess before we go any further, tonight”. “That you’re not a virgin like I am? I kind of knew that, Al. You were with Kerry for about six months. I figured you would have. I can’t have everything”. “No, not that. I’m really really sorry, but when you left your computer on last weekend, I had a look round, and found all the stuff you’d looked at and your story about us. I couldn’t help it, but I’d never have had the balls to do this if I hadn’t seen the way you felt first” “Aha! So THAT’S why tonight is seeming so similar to my story! Well, I guess I can’t really be angry, as this would never have happened otherwise. Just think- we could’ve gone the rest of our lives being madly in love and never doing anything about it. I’m glad you looked. Although...” I felt her thump me in the head with her pillow. “There! Now we’re even! Now kiss me again, brother dearest”. We were both beyond heaven. So THIS was what being in love felt like. A few random song lyrics and film quotes started to make a little more sense now I thought about them. True, none of them had addressed that person you fall in love with being your sister, but hey. I had long ago made up my mind that society was wrong about incest. I wasn’t abusing my sister, and we weren’t planning on having babies, so there was absolutely no harm being done. My erection was however hurting more than ever. But fortunately, Emily had remembered the next part of her fantasy story. “Now brother darling, do you remember how my story went next? Because I seem to remember it involving me doing something to you- something I actually imagine doing most nights when I’m playing with myself under my covers”. She leant down to whisper in my ear. “I want to take your penis in my mouth, and suck it for as long as you want me to” she whispered. This time it was MY turn to utter the words “Oh my god”. Grinning she placed her hand on my chest and gently pushed me onto my back, and then began kissing from my neck slowly down my chest to my stomach (which I enjoyed even more than I expected to) stopping at my hips. “As you know, I’ve never done anything like this before, so I hope I do ok” she said. “Please, don’t worry, sis” I said. She took hold of my erection near the base and lifted it up away from my stomach where it had steadily been dripping pre-cum all evening. And then, after steeling herself for the most intimate thing she had done so far this evening, she closed her eyes and bent down her head for her first tentative lick on the sensitive underside of my penis. Gasping, I said “Oh sis, that feels amazing!” Smiling at me, she continued licking down to the base and back up again. She continued her exquisite work with her tongue for minutes, before smiling at me, signalling that was going to take me in her mouth. Honestly, I had never felt such pleasure. I was close to coming even now. “Oh Emily, yes!! That’s incredible!”. She made an “mmmm!!” sound, the vibrations of which just added to the heavenly feeling of my little sister’s warm, wet, willing mouth around my throbbing dick. She eventually started moving slowly down, taking more of my cock into her mouth. I could feel it all- her lips circled around it, her tongue up against the underside, and the sides of her mouth just lightly touching the sides of my shaft. She moved back up, before moving back down, getting into a gentle bobbing rhythm. I could feel her still-wet hair against my stomach as she gave me the most amazing oral sex I could imagine. “Stop, Emily, stop!” “Oh dear, sorry! Am I not doing it right?!” she said after removing her blissful pretty lips from my twitching cock. “No no, totally the opposite, you’re doing it so well I’m about to come like crazy!” “Well, please do! I really don’t mind. In fact I want you to come in my mouth!” “Don’t get me wrong, that’d be fucking fantastic. But you’ve never seen a guy come before have you? Are you sure you don’t want to see me come this first time, you know, just to see what it’s like?” “Hmmm, I suppose, when you put it like that. In fact I’d really like to see it! But promise me- you’ll come inside my mouth next time!” “Haha, you have no idea how much every guy wishes he could find a girl who says that, sis”. With that, she knelt next to me and started stroking my cock, gradually working to properly wanking me with a little instruction from myself. “Fucking hell... I’m coming, Em, I’m coming... I’m COMING!!!” The last I saw before I closed my eyes was Emily, wide-eyed with wonder, waiting for the eruption of white-hot semen that I felt burst out as if from a gun. I heard her gasp in astonishment as ropes of white fluid flew across my chest and stomach, the last few spurts covering her hands as she slowly stopped pumping my penis. “Wow... I’m glad you told me to watch you this time, Al. That was awesome!” “You don’t know how incredible that felt, sis”. “Oh yes I do. You did the same to me not long ago, didn’t you?”. What my sister did next almost made me faint. She lifted her hand that’d got the gooiest from her handjob to her mouth, and stopping only to give me a cheeky little grin, licked some of it off. I watched in amazement as she savoured it and then licked her hand totally clean of all my come that had coated it. “Mmmm, it’s not too bad really. I don’t know what girls complain about. It’s not like a raspberry smoothie or anything, but personally I think the naughtiness of drinking it makes up for it”. “You couldn’t be more perfect, sis, you really couldn’t”. She giggled girlily. “I’ll do anything for you, Alex. Anything. Oh dear, there’s still a lot of your delicious stuff on you isn’t there? And we can’t let it go to waste”. And so she started licking up all the considerable amount of still warm semen I’d ejaculated all over myself from my sister’s sensual hands. At the same time as I was feeling her silky smooth tongue running over my body, I could see the milky fluid disappearing into her mouth like melted ice cream. She paused regularly to savour what she’d lapped up, before swallowing it down with a soft “mmmmm” sound. It was the single sexiest thing I had ever seen, and I would be treated to it MANY more times over the years. “I think I’ll be doing that quite a bit in the future. That is, if you don’t mind, Alex?” she said jokingly. “Hmmm” I said. “I’ll think about it. Maybe on special occasions, like your birthday”. “I was thinking more like every day, myself” she said as climbed up to lie on top of me, her legs straddling my waist. “Would you mind if I kissed you... you know, since I just...?” In truth, the idea of tasting my own come had never appealed to me. I think it doesn’t to most guys. But on the other hand, it did seem a little hypocritical to expect her to drink up all of it and not taste it myself. Plus, at that moment, it just seemed like a strangely romantic thing to do- like it made us closer to share a kiss after she’d done such a wonderful thing for me. “No” I said. The last thing I saw before all the light was blocked out by her hair was Emily’s adorable smiling face before our lips met again for what must’ve been the hundred time that night. I couldn’t believe it- my dick was rock hard again already. And the base of it was getting moistened from being pressed against Emily’s wet pussy. I actually had my penis inches away from my sister’s vagina. The thought just made me throb even more. Emily hadn’t failed to notice, and she slowly broke away from our kiss. “Shall we... shall we do it now?” she said in her throaty whispery voice. I thought. God, I wanted to, but there was just one more thing I really wanted to do with her before we consummated our love totally. “Not just yet, sis. You’ve used you mouth on me... I really want to do the same to you first... at least a little”. “Ohhh Alex, yes please! That would be amazing, I’ve always wanted to know what that feels like!” I grasped her bum cheeks and started pulling her up me. She was a little confused as to what I was trying to do. “I want you straddle my face, Em, I want you to put your legs either side of my head” “Oh right! Wow... ok!” My head supported by a large pillow behind me, I felt Emily move up and put her knees either side of my ears, revealing her beautiful wet pussy to me, much closer to me face than I had yet seen it. I moved my arms up behind her legs and grasped hold of her hips as she leant forward slightly to grab hold of her bed rails for support. I had planned this part out, and I was going to tease her until she was screaming my name. I placed a kiss on the inside of her left thigh. Her leg muscles contracted a little and she gasped. I generously kissed all the insides of her thighs and just above her pubic mound for more than two minutes. “Oh Alex... LICK me... pleeeeaase!!” she moaned. I placed my tongue at the bottom of her pussy slit, and took a big, long, slow lick right the way up between her soaking wet pussy lips. “Oh my GOD!!” she screamed. When my tongue tip met her clitoris she pressed down a little more with her weight, forcing her pussy onto my face. I tickled her clit a little before moving back to lapping up her considerable juices from between her lips. I also moved my hands up past her stomach to her jiggling boobs, and began gently twiddling her nipples as I ate her out, resulting in yet more moans & writhing. “I could do this forever...” I thought as my chin began to develop a droplet of my sister’s pussy juice combined with my saliva. “Stop, Al... I don’t want to come yet” she said suddenly. “I want to save it. I’m ready. I’m ready right now. I want to lose my virginity and I want to lose it to my beloved brother. Please, Alex... make love to me”. Hearing her say those words were almost as good as what followed for the next hour. I lifted her off my face and lay her down on her bed. “Wait just one second while I get the condom... I left it in my trouser pocket” I said. “No, it’s ok, we don’t need it!” Emily said grabbing my arm as I made to leave the room. “I’m on the pill. Mum put me on when I was thirteen, and I’m perfect at remembering when to take it. We can do it properly, Alex, no horrible rubber thingy between us. You can actually come inside me... it’ll be perfect”. I was continuing to be astounded at how tonight managed to keep getting better and better. “Are you sure you’re ready?” I asked her. “I’ve never been more ready for anything” she replied. She lay back and opened her legs. I climbed over and mounted her, giving her one final kiss before I took her virginity for good. I reached down to guide my penis to her willing opening as she lifted her knees a little higher to give me better access. Her eyes were closed. I felt the tip of my cock touch her lips and she closed her eyes still tighter. I could feel her hole just in front of my helmet- all I had to do was push. I very, very slowly moved my hips forward, feeling myself push against her opening. She was as tight as I knew she’d be. Eventually I felt it start to go in. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. It was actually happening... I was actually fucking my sister... Emily was holding her breath and was perfectly still, her eyes shut tight and her arms wrapped up around my back. I pushed just a little further into her until I felt her hymen. At this point I let go of my cock and placed my arms underneath her armpits and held her head lovingly, stroking her hair & cheeks. “I love you, Emily” “I love you too, Alex” I thrust forward. Emily gripped me tightly with both her arms and legs, and grimaced slightly as she let out just a small yelp of pain. It had broken- her hymen was now no more. I had taken my little sister’s virginity. “Are you ok?” I asked. “I think so... yeah” she said. I let her acclimatise to the feeling of having me inside her for a minute before slowly beginning thrusting further inside her. When I was completely inside her I asked her how it felt. “Like I always imagined it would feel, only a thousand times better...” she said. I began to slide out of her until I was only an inch inside, and then pushed back in. This time she gave another yelp, but one of definite enjoyment. I began a gentle rhythm of fucking her while I lavished her neck and face with kisses. She switched her grasp of me to putting her arms around my neck and started kissing me back. We both looked each other in the eyes, a look on our faces that we’d never given each other before. “I can’t believe we’re actually doing this” she said. “Neither can I” I said. And so we made love slowly for the first time for almost an hour. Both of us wanted to savour this perfect moment. But gradually, Emily started breathing faster and moaning louder. I reacted by thrusting harder and deeper than I been, thrusting with my whole body instead of just my hips. “Oh my God... oh my God... I’m definitely coming, Al, oh brother dearest you’re making me come. Oh fuck me, Alex...please fuck me!... I’m COMING!!!!” It was the first time I’d ever heard my sister use the F word in her life. I continued thrusting as hard as I could as her whole body convulsed and her mouth opened wide in a silent scream. It was hard to keep thrusting as she had me completely clamped in her arms and legs, but I managed nonetheless. She came for what seemed like eternity, her body seemingly relaxing slightly before tensing up again even stronger than before. Still I kept fucking her. She was having multiple orgasms. Eventually, I could hold off no longer and with a cry like a small roar I simply let myself burst inside her. I had been fighting my own orgasm for the last ten minutes and it was the sweetest most intense sensation I’d ever felt as I pumped what felt like gallons of my sperm-rich semen deep inside her body, the feeling of my fluid flowing into her just adding to her own orgasms. As her body started to come down from the plateau of ecstasy she’d been on for the last whole minute, I slowed down my thrusts as the last spurts of come were drained from my aching balls. We were both breathing as if we’d run a marathon. I began to slide my cock out of her pussy, but she pulled me back in. “Don’t pull out yet. Can’t we just stay like this forever?” she said. “I wish we could, darling sister”. “Well can we at least stay like this for a little while? It just feels too perfect to end”. We kissed and cuddled and lavished each other with mushy declarations of love & passion, and how amazing what we’d both just experienced was. The night went on and we fucked again before falling asleep in each other’s arms. We had four more days together which we proceeded to make the most of as if it was a honeymoon. We had so much sex I wondered whether our bodies could take it. We also discussed how we would keep our new relationship secret and ways in which we could continue our illicit liaisons once we didn’t have the house to ourselves anymore. Our lives had just become a lot more complicated, but a hell of a lot more exciting as well, and ten years later we are still together and as madly in love as we were when we started. We both live out of town in separate houses but meet as often as we can to maintain as normal a husband-&-wife relationship as possible, the difference being that sex will never get boring for us! |
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