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Brother teaches little sister the ways of love...
Note: This story was posted here once before when I was known as Blizzard, so it's not stolen. It is 100% mine. Any similarities to my other stories is probably because I wrote this story before my other stories, like two years ago. So if you see any repetition of previous plots or themes, just ignore it. Thanks!

Lessons
By: Sister Seducto
Summary: Brother teaches little sister the ways of love



When my older brother, Adam, and I were teenagers we were separated for three years. Our parents shipped him off to boarding school overseas. I was never specifically told why, but I had my suspicions at the time. As I got older, I began to figure things out. I became more and more certain that the reason they sent Adam away was because they knew what we were doing, and they knew it was wrong. We knew it was wrong, too, but it felt so right. And we never intended for things to go as far as they did. Maybe when I tell you more about us and how this all began, you'll understand?

Adam and I look pretty similar. He has dirty blond hair and gray eyes, and I have golden blonde hair and blue eyes. He's pretty tall. We both are. We come from a long line of tall slender people. He is three and a half years older than me, but we were very close as kids. Whereas most siblings seem to have a hard time getting along when there is a considerable age difference, we never did.

I looked up to Adam because he was older than me, and he knew so much more about everything. The best thing was that he was always willing to clue me in. He helped me figure out how to get out of trouble with our parents when I got caught having done something wrong, he taught me how to skateboard, and taught me to have good taste in music. We were both very artistic and liked to draw a lot, so he helped me with that as well. But there was one thing Adam taught me about that my parents did not approve of. And that was why they sent him away...

I was eleven years old at the time that I first heard about masturbating. Sharon, one of my friends at school, told me that she rubbed herself “down there” and it felt good. I had heard about this before, but I knew it was naughty. My mother was always open with me about sex, even at my early age, but she always told me to wait until I was married to do anything sexual. After I heard how much fun my friend Sharon was having – she was doing all sorts of things like rubbing her pussy on the edge of her bed, or rubbing herself off in the bath, and she even tried to stick a tube of mascara inside her to see what it would feel like (she said it didn't go in very much, but that trying felt good) – I started to get curious. She would tell me these things during lunch and I'd just sit there thinking she was crazy. But as time went on I got more and more curious. Finally, one day I made up my mind: I was going to try it.

When I got home that day, intent on touching myself, our parents were gone, as usual. They worked from 8-5 and with traffic did not get home until 7. But Adam got out of school a little earlier than me, and was always there when I got home. Most of the time we would hang out and play video games, but that day I was not interested in talking to Adam. I was interested in the spot between my legs and finding out where all the good feelings were.

I went into my room and took off my jeans, then I hopped into bed and slipped my hand into my panties. I started feeling around. I could feel my puffy pussy lips and the sensitive soft area between them. I ran my finger around my hole and over it, back and forth. All of this felt pleasant but it didn't feel good. I wanted to know how to feel good. I kept feeling around until I started to feel frustrated. Was there something wrong with my pussy? Why didn't it do the things other girls' did? Why didn't it do the things that Sharon's did?

As I was pondering this, my door was opened and in walked Adam, asking if I was hungry and wanted him to make me something to eat. He was 14 at the time, and I wasn't sure how he would react to the sight before him. There I was, his 11 year old little sister, laid on my bed, legs spread wide, rubbing my pussy beneath my white panties with pink polka dots on them.

As soon as he entered I'd snatched my hand out of my panties and closed my legs, but I knew he'd already seen what I was doing. I panicked, I was terrified. I thought he would scold me, say I was dirty, threaten to tell mom and dad. But he didn't do any of those things. He looked shocked, but he came over to the bed and sat.

“Julia, what were you doing?” he asked, calmly.

“Don't tell mom and dad, please?” I begged, tears coming to my eyes.

He laid a hand on my leg, just above the knee.

“Relax. Everyone does it. I won't tell.”

I started to feel better, and rubbed my eyes. “You won't?”

“No. Why should I? I do it, too,” he told me. “All the time.”

“Really?” I asked. “And does it...you know...feel good? When you do it?”

“Of course, or I wouldn't keep doing it,” he laughed. “Doesn't it feel good when you do it?”

“Not really. I only just now tried it, and I didn't feel much of anything. I'm kind of disappointed,” I whispered, even though no one was around to overhear. “I think there's something wrong with it.”

When I said 'it' I looked down at my cotton-covered pussy.

“I'm sure there's nothing wrong with it,” Adam said, and I noticed that he was staring at my crotch. “But...”

“What?” I asked.

“Maybe I should check it out for you,” he suggested.

“You would do that?”

“Yeah, I'll just look and see if it's okay,” he said, casually.

“You've seen one before?”

“Yes,” he said.

“In real life?” I asked, half kidding around with him and half shocked. I did not know my brother ever had a girl. But then again, I was always hearing that he was cute from everyone we knew. Even our aunts and cousins liked to fawn over him.

“Yes,” he laughed. “In real life.”

“Oh. Okay. Then, yeah, could you look? I don't think it's normal,” I admitted, fearfully.

Adam just rolled his eyes and shook his head like I was worrying for nothing, or being silly.

“Sure, I'll look. Pull down your panties,” he told me, and I couldn't help but notice that he didn't look so casual anymore. He looked...eager.

My mom had always taught me not to show my privates to anyone but this was just Adam, so I figured it would be okay.

I slowly pulled them down, suddenly starting to feel awkward since he was watching intently and now I was starting to get nervous. Adam was my brother, but he was a boy, so...

“Maybe we shouldn't,” I said, but I already had them down enough for him to see my slit and the little tuft of hairs growing above it.

“Don't worry,” he said. “It's just me, I won't tell anyone. But I can't see with your legs together like that.”

“Oh,” I said. I took the underwear off and timidly spread my legs.

He looked at my pussy for a long time, and I started to really think something was wrong with it.

“How does it look?” I asked.

“It looks...” he began, and he looked kind of excited, so I thought he was going to say something good, but then he said, “you know, I can't really tell if it's okay. I would have to touch it. But you probably wouldn't want me to.”

I really wanted to know what was wrong with my pussy and how it compared to the other girls he'd seen, so I said I didn't mind.

“You don't? Are you sure?”

“Yeah, you can touch it,” I said. After all, it wasn't like it was going to feel like anything. I'd just spent 10 minutes touching it and hadn't felt really anything.

Adam moved closer and reached out to touch me. His fingers gently explored me, touching some of the same places my own fingers had just been, but somehow this felt different. I think it was because deep down I knew we probably shouldn't be doing it, but it was exciting. Also, it was the anticipation of the unknown. When someone else was touching you, you had no idea what they would do next. His finger moved around, running around my opening and it felt nice. Then his finger traveled higher. Suddenly, I started to feel something interesting. It felt good, like a warm throbbing feeling. Wherever he was touching was very sensitive, and it loved to be touched.

“Feel good?” he asked.

“Uh huh,” I whimpered, as the feeling intensified. In fact, it was really strong now, and it seemed like something wet was starting to come out of me. That must be what Sharon was talking about when she said she "got wet.”

“There's nothing wrong with your pussy, Julia,” he said, still stroking that spot that made me feel really nice. “It's really pretty. And it feels so warm and soft.”

What he was saying to me made me feel really good, and what he was doing to me felt increasingly good by the moment.

“Wh-what are you doing to me?” I asked.

“I'm touching your clit.”

“My clit?”

“It's a little nub where a lot of good feelings come from. Of course the other places that feel good are inside you.”

“Ohhh,” I said, now sort of bucking my hips into his hand. Something wet was definitely coming out of me.

“Should I stop?” he asked, but he didn't sound like he wanted to stop.

“No. I think...I think I wasn't touching myself right before. It felt nothing like this.”

“Let me show you,” he said, taking my hand and guiding my finger to my sensitive little button. I rubbed it and the good feelings continued. I couldn't stop myself from making little noises of pleasure. I didn't even know I could make sounds like that!

It felt great, but I liked it even better when he touched me. So I told him so.

“Really?” he asked, as though flattered. “Well, I liked touching you. But I really like to watch you do it, too.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. Keep doing it for me?”

I watched his face as I touched myself. He really was enjoying it. There was a part of me that felt even more pleasure from knowing I was pleasing him by letting him see me like that.

The feelings started to grow and grow, until I was panting and rubbing fast. And then something happened. I felt really really good, and then my body shook and my pussy squeezed out some warm juices on my hand.

“Wow! What was that?” I gasped.

“You just had your first orgasm,” he said, with a smile. “How was it?”

“It felt so good,” I confessed.

“Good. Now you know what to do,” he said.

“Yeah! But...I still like the way you touch me better,” I said. “Will you do it for me again sometime?”

“Well, how about this: think about it for a few days. And if you still want me to do it, I will.”

“Okay.”



Three days later I still wanted him to do it. I wanted him to do it more than ever. So he did. And that time I didn't touch myself at all, he touched me and rubbed me until I came. I came harder than I had the first time. Then I was hooked. From then on I became shameless. I would go into his room at night and get him to touch me. Or ask him to come to my room at night. If we were sitting on the sofa watching TV, I would put his hand under my skirt so he could play with my pussy until I came while we watched some mindless TV show. I loved it when he would tap my clit lightly with his finger, or really rub it hard when I was wet and it made the friction slick.

I began to see him as not just my brother, whom I talked to and played with, but also a great and convenient source of immense sexual pleasure. He was always there, and always interested in seeing or touching my pussy, whenever I wanted him to. I loved the way his touch made me feel, and I could only hope that we would continue to “play,” as we called it, forever.

One night he came into my room and told me that he wanted to try something new.

“What is it?” I asked, as he slipped under the covers with me in the dark.

“This is something that will make us both feel good,” he said.

“Oh, okay,” I said. I had no clue what he had in mind, I was still really young and clueless, I just knew I wanted to have an orgasm that night, and if he was going to have one, too, that was even better.

He moved on top of me, and it was at that moment I got scared. I knew what sex was, Sharon was always talking about who was probably 'Doing It' at our school. Plus my mom was always trying to keep me from seeing sex on the TV, but sometimes I saw the way girls and boys would kiss and roll around in bed with each other naked, and the boy would be on top of the girl just like Adam was on top of me. I wasn't ready for sex, I hadn't thought about it and didn't plan on doing it until I was super old, like in college or something. Plus our parents would kill us!

“Adam, no,” I began to protest.

“What?”

“We can't...you know...Do It.”

“We're not. We're not even going to take our clothes off,” he explained. “I'm just going to rub against you. If that's okay?”

I thought about this.

“Okay,” I said.

He lowered his hips to mine and this was the first contact I'd ever had with his cock. Of course, at the time I thought of it as a 'thing.' Some strange dubious thing that boys used to pee with. I was not grossed out by it, but I was not overly interested in it, either. That is, however, until he started to rub it against me. I had on satin panties, and he had on boxers, so there wasn't much fabric between us. He felt warm and hard, and the friction against my pussy felt good.

I looked up at him and he had this look of pleasure on his face, and that was when I decided that this was really good. I wanted him to feel good, too, and I liked that he was so close to me physically. Even though he often pleased me, I'd never thought of Adam as anything more than a big brother; a friend, playmate, and protector. But at the moment he was kind of like....an actual boy, too. A boy that I suddenly wanted to get even closer to.

He was rocking his hips, making his hard cock slide up and down against my wet swollen pussy, and I spread my legs wider, rubbing myself back against him. The feeling really intensified, and I started to whimper. He had to remind me to be quiet, so our parents didn't hear. It was hard to be quiet, but I managed. He had me so worked up, I wanted to cum badly. I grabbed him by the ass and started grinding against him. He started to really hump me, and it was like we were having sex, but not. We were holding onto each other, humping and panting, trying not to moan.

He came, I could tell because the front of his boxers got all warm and wet, I could feel it through my panties, and it made me cum, too. I just lay there beneath him, cumming and twitching and grinding my pussy on his cock. It felt amazing.

Afterward we hugged for a few minutes, then he rolled off of me and lay beside me. We were silent for a moment. I was thinking that this was way better than just the touching, but in a whole new way.

“Did you like it?” he asked me.

“Yeah, it was awesome.”

“Do you want to do it again sometime?”

“Yes. Can we do it tomorrow morning?” I asked.

“Sure. Come to my room when you wake up.”

So we started a new routine. Every morning before school I would go to his room and we would, as we called it, “cuddle,” until we both got off. Then we'd get ready for school. All day at school I would think about what we'd done in the morning and enjoy the way my pussy would tingle and twinge and my juices would dampen my panty seat. I was having all this fun, but I did not tell Sharon. If there was one thing I knew about her, it was that she would do anything to get a thrill, and if she knew how much fun my brother was, she would be after him. I didn't want to share.

Even though we had our morning fun, at night I would still get Adam to play with my pussy, either after dinner when our parents weren't around, or later in my room. There was just something about him touching me with his fingers. I was addicted to them. I could no longer look at them without my pussy tingling. Life was suddenly so much more exciting.

Ever since I was a kid I would sneak up on Adam, take something of his or do something annoying to him, then I'd run away, so he would chase me. When he eventually caught me, he would tickle me until I laughed so hard I was crying, then he'd make me beg him to stop. Well, after we figured out how much fun we could have with each other that game changed. He would still tickle me, but it began to go a lot further.

One time he was chasing me and I ran into our parents room. I tried to run across the massive bed to escape him, but he pounced on me and caught me, holding me face down on the bed. I giggled and tried to squirm out from under him as he started to tickle me, ruthlessly.

“Oh! Oh God! Please stop!” I gasped between giggles.

“I don't think you've learned your lesson, bad girl,” he teased. His hands traveled down my hips, and pushed my skirt up exposing my panties.

“Oh no, not in here,” I protested.

“Why not? They're not home,” he said, with a naughty grin, and pulled my panties down. I expected him to touch me, but then I heard his zipper go. I wondered if he was going to try to put it in me, and for a second I wondered if I would even stop him if he did. Then I felt him lay on top of me and start grinding himself against my ass through his underwear. It felt so much better with my panties down, and as he was humping me my pussy started to get wet and tingly. I could only hope my juices wouldn't leak onto mom and dad's bed.

He was making me so horny I'd started moaning and mewling, shamelessly grinding myself back on him. Suddenly he stopped and I almost thought he was going to let me go, which would have disappointed me greatly, but instead he pulled down his underwear. I felt something warm brush my ass.

“Adam!” I gasped, as I felt his cock slide between my thighs, up against my pussy.

“You're so wet,” he breathed in my ear, and started to slide his cock back and forth between my pussy lips.

That felt great to both of us, and this was the first time I'd really felt his naked cock before. It was so hard, but the skin was so warm and soft. My heart was pounding as he fucked the tiny space between my pussy and my thighs, my juices making the friction easy and slick. Each pass of his cock against my clit made me hotter and my pussy was drooling all over his cock.

A few quick thrusts sent me over the edge and I started to cum. My pussy and thighs started to clench, squeezing his cock and making him moan. He pulled out of the space between my legs and pushed my skirt up higher, spurting his cum on the small of my back. I felt it gushing and dripping onto my skin, hot and creamy. I loved it.

He moved off of me and we both lay there with our pants down, panting and grinning at each other. When we caught our breath we went to clean ourselves up, then we made sure our parents' bed was free from any evidence of our play time. But we were excited to have found something else fun to do with each other. And over the next few weeks we played that game a lot, in several different positions.

All of this time I'd only experienced having my clit stimulated, he'd never so much as put a finger inside me. He'd once said there were good spots in there, and I wanted to find them. I had hoped we would find them together one day. I didn't know, though, that our fun times were about to come to an end.

Our parents had noticed some of the times when we would sneak into each other's rooms. I was pretty naive back then, so when mom pulled me aside and asked me if I was interested in sex and if I ever touched myself, or let anyone touch me, I didn't realize that all of this had to do with the orgasmic adventures Adam and I were having.

Then one day mom and dad sat me down and told me Adam was going away to school for four years in England.

I protested, whined, and flat out bawled. I could not imagine being so far away from my brother. My parents tried to console me, but they insisted that this was going to happen. I asked if he would still come home for holidays, and they said that he would be spending the holidays with our Aunt Donna who lived in Birmingham, because technically he'd be living with her.

“But why?” I asked. “Why does he have to stay in England on holidays, too?”

“Because it just makes sense. And it's too expensive to fly back and forth all the time, Julia,” my dad explained. “And Adam will have Aunt Donna to be with for the holidays. She never got married or had kids, so she is lonely. She will love to have him there with her.”

“But when will we see him again?” I sobbed.

“After his schooling, dear,” mom said. “The time will go by so fast, you'll hardly have time to miss him.”

They were right about the time passing fast, but they were wrong about one thing. I did miss him. Every day. And not just the “playing” and “cuddling.” I missed the talks we used to have, the video game wars, the tickle fights, the hugs, the feeling that someone was around to look out for me. I'd always loved Adam, but I was starting to love him in a whole new way, and then they sent him far away. Over time I began to resent them for it.

I felt lonely without him. Always. But they pretended like nothing was missing. When I would have troubles at school, they would tell me the same bullshit parents always say, but I knew that if Adam were around he would give me real advice. He'd actually help me. But they'd sent him away. They wouldn't even let me call him. They didn't call him, either, though. So for awhile I thought it was nothing personal.

It wasn't until I was around 13 that I found out they had started calling Adam. They would call to check in on him once a week. It made me realize that they wouldn't let me talk to him and were hiding the fact that they called him from me, as well. I knew they must be doing it for a reason. I began to wonder if they knew about what we used to do.

As I'd gotten older I'd begun to realize the gravity of the things we used to do, and I knew other people (especially our parents) would be disgusted if they found out. I began to feel ashamed. What I couldn't figure out, though, was why we did those things. But at the same time, I could hardly deny that back then it felt really good. And truthfully, I missed it. I still masturbated all the time, and even though I knew I shouldn't, I always pretended it was Adam's hand between my legs instead of my own.

I wanted to know what my parents knew about me and Adam, so I started to sneak and eavesdrop on the conversations so I could hear what they were saying to him. Mostly it was just chit chat about school and England, and Aunt Donna. But one day shortly after I had turned 14, I heard my dad ask him about me.

“You can come home for Christmas, Adam, but only if you can promise me you will behave properly around your sister?...I'm not saying you did anything wrong, but you two were too close. It wasn't normal. We can't know the type of damage it may have done.....She doesn't show any interest in the boys at her school, and that's just not normal for a girl her age..... Promise you will behave?”

I hadn't known that my parents had taken notice of my lack of interest in boys. It wasn't that I didn't like the boys at school, they just didn't give me that...throb. They didn't excite me.

Well, Adam must have promised to keep his interaction with me appropriate, because on Christmas Eve, he came home.

I was more excited than I'd ever been in my life, but I was now old enough to know I had to hide it from my parents. But I was sure that Adam was going to be as overjoyed to see me as I was excited to see him.

I had gotten taller, and was now 5'7. My breasts had filled out to a C cup. My hair was longer, silkier. My bottom had rounded and now filled out my jeans nicely. My waist was trim and mom was letting me wear a little makeup. At school I was considered to be very attractive. It didn't go to my head, but I was aware that I had some charms.

What I was not aware of was that Adam had some charms, too. At 17 years old now, he arrived home 6'1, 170 lbs, and incredibly fit from several years of sports. His face had lost some of its baby fat and had gotten that manly look. His blond hair was cut shorter and spiky. And when I laid eyes on him......THROB. That is the only way I could describe it. Everything in me throbbed in need of him. I wanted to grab him by the hand and drag him up to my room with me and keep him all to myself, talking, touching, kissing, and so much more. I wanted to do with him all the things I was supposed to want to do with the boys at school, but didn't.

Mom and dad hugged and kissed him and I stood there awkwardly, unsure what to do. My brother had gone off to school in England, and come back a total hottie.

His gray eyes roamed over me briefly and he appeared unaffected, even though I'd changed so much.

“Hello, Julia,” he said, evenly, and hugged me very quickly, before grabbing his luggage and taking it upstairs. I watched as his fit ass traveled up the stairs and I realized two things:

1. He no longer loved me the same.
2. The reason why I had never been interested in the boys at school was because all this time, I'd been in love with Adam. My own brother.

These realizations were enough to nearly undo me. I mean, yes, I had messed around with my brother, I had accepted that a long time ago. But to actually love him, to actually want to have sex with him, to be going crazy from the thought of all the pretty English girls he must have screwed into oblivion....it made me feel like a total freak and a sick, sick person.

So, I hid in my room for the entire day, claiming to be ill. When my mother came in my room to ask what was wrong, I lied and told her I had my period. That always worked. I knew she would tell everyone to leave me alone, but she wouldn't tell them why. As I had expected, everyone left me alone for the whole day. I basically hid in my room and cried myself to sleep.

I slept a long time, and when I woke up it was 2:00 AM. The house was quiet. My parents were asleep. I went down to the kitchen and ate some dinner, since I hadn't eaten all day. Then I went downstairs to watch TV in the basement. It was where I went when I didn't want to see my parents. And at the moment I hated them. If they hadn't taken Adam away from me, maybe he wouldn't have forgotten about me. But that was what they'd wanted, and now I knew, they'd won.

As I descended the stairs, I heard the TV was already on. When I walked in I saw Adam on the sofa. He was the last person I wanted to see, especially dressed in a white t-shirt that clung to his impressive torso and some navy blue boxers that exposed his muscular thighs. My dad wore boxers around the house all the time, and let me tell you, it never looked like this.

“Hey,” he said, and grinned at me. “Mom said you weren't well. Feeling better?”

“Yeah, I'm fine,” I said, but was seriously debating leaving and going back into hiding.

“I just can't sleep, jet lag. I don't think I'll get used to the new time zone for awhile, so I'm just up watching telly,” he explained.

“Telly!” I exclaimed and doubled over laughing. “Next you'll be calling umbrellas 'brollies' and the trash can the 'rubbish bin!' You're so British now!”

“I am not. Bugger off,” he muttered, with a sulky eye roll.

I laughed even harder. Bugger off?! He had no clue how British he sounded! And he looked so hot when he rolled his eyes at me! God, it was hopeless! I had to get away from him before I revealed myself for the horny idiot I was! I was just about to turn around and head back upstairs when he spoke again.

“Well, are you gonna watch with me or not?” he asked.

I stared at him blankly, and he patted the seat next to himself. I couldn't resist such an appealing sight. So, against my better judgment, I went and sat there.

“So,” he said, turning his head to look at me while I nervously stared at the TV screen. “Did you miss me?”

Well, there was a question. Should I be honest? Could I be? Had he missed me? At all?

“Yes,” I said, deciding to keep it truthful, yet simple.

“I missed you, too,” he said, and lightly laid his hand on my thigh.

I was wearing a nightgown that came to my knees but even through the material, his touch felt nice. Familiar. Addictive. I wanted more.

He looked at me, as though trying to gauge my reaction, read my thoughts.

“I'm sure you had lots of girlfriends to keep you company,” I said, trying to hide the bitterness I was feeling at that knowledge.

“No one I could love like I love you, little sis,” he said.

Tingles ran down my spine. How could it turn me on that he called me 'little sis?' Didn't that mean I was a seriously fucked up person? I guess I just couldn't forget how he used to call me that those times in the middle of the night in my dark bedroom when he was between my legs and I could feel his hot breath on my neck and his hard cock rubbing against my pussy...

I placed my hand on top of his, wishing I could just move his hand further up my thigh.

“I'm sorry, you know,” he said.

“For what?” I asked, shaking off my naughty thoughts. For the moment.

“For letting them separate us.”

“What actually happened back then?”

“They started noticing that we would sneak into each others' rooms at night. And nothing I said could make it sound innocent. They grilled me about what we did and I swore that we just played games, we never had sex, never touched, never kissed, nothing. But they still felt we were up to bad things. Since I was the oldest, they suspected I was influencing you to do things, things they couldn't prove, but didn't approve of. So they solved the problem by sending me away. I should have come up with a story, a convincing lie. I should have -”

“It wasn't your fault.”

“It was. I was the oldest. I was supposed to make sure they didn't find out. I was supposed to not touch you to begin with,” he said, taking his hand back from my leg.

“But I wanted you to,” I blurted out. Then I added, with a shy glance, “I still do.”

He looked at me like he there were a million things he wanted to say, but couldn't.

“What? Tell me,” I prompted.

“I...love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Not like that. Well, as my sister, yes. But...in a different way, too.”

“Y-you...you do?” I gasped. I no longer felt guilty about my feelings. If he felt the same way it couldn't be that strange, could it?

“I do. I always did,” he said. “I tried to fight it, but there wasn't a day that's gone by that I didn't think about you and miss you.”

At this point I couldn't hold back anymore. I threw my arms around him and we hugged. He felt so good in my arms, so big and strong. Old habits guided us back onto the couch, and we lay there together holding each other, him on top of me, nestled between my legs.

“Oh sis, you feel so good,” he said, caressing me. “So soft and warm. You smell so sweet. You've gotten so beautiful. I knew you'd be beautiful, but when I saw you, God! I never dreamed you would be like this.”

Somehow we started kissing. We'd never kissed before, but it just happened. My mouth was near his and then all of a sudden his mouth was on mine. And I welcomed it. He sucked and nipped on my bottom lip as I ran my fingers through his hair. Then his tongue slipped into my mouth, exploring. It felt like the most natural thing in the world. I had missed him so much, I was overwhelmed by need, and I kissed back greedily, our tongues caressing each other.

When I felt his hand slip up my inner thigh, I grabbed it, stopping him.

“Adam -”

“I thought you liked it when I touch you there,” he said, seductively, sending ripples of desire through my body.

“I do, but we can't. If they catch us -”

“What? They can't throw me out, they already did that,” he said, half jokingly, half bitterly.

That logic sounded good, so I moved his hand further up my thigh. He smiled and went back to kissing me as his hand trailed up my thigh to my hot and waiting cunt. It throbbed and creamed in anticipation of his touch. He pulled my panty seat aside and then there it was – the feeling I had missed so much. His fingers stroking me, rubbing me, pleasing me.

I groaned and grabbed a handful of his t-shirt.

“Did you miss this?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Oh, yes.”

“Good. No one can take care of this little pussy like big brother,” he said, and I had the feeling he was right. He had touched me so much, he knew just the right pressure, speed, technique to make me turn into a quivering mass in his arms, and that was exactly what I was at the moment.

I started begging.

“Please, Adam, please make me cum?” I whimpered.

“I don't know...” he said, enjoying his power over me. But I gave him my pouty face, and he could not resist. He rubbed me just like I liked it until my body overloaded and I came, seeing stars. It'd been so long since anybody had gotten me off but me, and it was intense.

“Oh God,” I panted. “That was awesome.”

“I'm glad,” he said. “But you know, I've made you cum more times than I can count and now I think it's time you return the favor.”

I could not agree more. When I was younger I was a bit too scared to attempt to please him. I think he knew that back then. But now I wanted to.

“Tell me what you want?” I asked. I was completely inexperienced but eager.

“Touch it,” he said, putting my hand on his cock. It was a thick lump in his boxers and it felt good. Hard. I slipped my hand into the boxers and wrapped my hand around it. It felt so good in my hand as I stroked it.

“Show me?” I whispered.

He guided my hand, showing me how to touch him just the way he liked it. His cock got longer and harder in my hand. It was amazing. It was so erotic to watch. I had nothing to compare it to, but it was so much bigger than it used to be.

“You've gotten so big,” I moaned with delight.

“Yeah?”

“Mmm hmm. It's huge,” I said, making him smile.

He started trying to get my gown off so I stopped and helped him. Then we took off his boxers. The sight of his naked body and his hard cock sticking up made my pussy throb and juices leak down my thighs.

Before he could move I was on my knees before him, taking him in my mouth. I didn't know what I was doing but I wanted to do this for him. I would feel guilty for it later, I knew, but for now, I wanted him inside me in some way. He looked shocked and then incredibly turned on that his little sister was now blowing him, and he put his hand on my head guiding me as I sucked his cock into my mouth, sliding my mouth up and down on it.

“Use your tongue,” he told me. I started swirling my tongue around. “Oh yes, like that.”

He cupped my breasts in his hands and fondled them, rubbing and pinching my nipples. My nipples hardened and throbbed, tingles seeming to shoot straight from them into my pussy. It felt so good. He'd never played with my tits before, but that was probably because I didn't used to have any. It made me so horny I was rocking my hips as I fucked his cock with my mouth.

He started to pant and groan as my hot mouth worked over his cock, my tongue massaging and swirling. I took him as deep as I could and he guided my hand around his cock and moved it up and down to stroke what was left. I got the hang of it quickly, sucking and stroking at the same time.

Adam started to moan “I'm gonna cum,” and I kept up my rhythm. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste him. After so long without him, I wanted everything he had. It wasn't long before I felt him gushing down my throat, while groaning in bliss. I took it all and when he was finally spent I licked my lips. I'd heard girls complained about the taste, but I liked his taste.

He pulled me up for a kiss and we kissed long and hard for a moment. And then we heard a noise that made us freeze. Footsteps above. One, or both, of our parents was up. The last thing we needed was for them to catch us together like this. They would never let us see each other again.

“Oh God,” I said, nervously. “I have to get back into my room.”

“No. You stay down here. I'll sneak back into my room,” he said. “It's closer to the stairs so it'll be easier.”

“Be careful,” I warned.

“I will,” he said, and gave me a little kiss on the lips, before pulling on his shorts and t-shirt and heading upstairs.

I dressed and sat there on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV, thinking about the fact that I had just sucked my brother's cock.

I wasn't sorry.

And once I was sure my parents had gone back to bed, I put my hand in my panties and rubbed myself off to the memory of Adam cumming in my mouth. Then I went upstairs, changed my panties and went to bed.



*


The next day was Christmas, and it was really busy. We opened presents, had our Christmas dinner, and all that. Tons of extended family members came over. The house was bustling with relatives and children. There was no time for me and Adam to be alone, and nowhere safe in the house from nosy relatives.

I guess that's why that night around 9:00 Adam suggested renting some new movies, and asked me if I wanted to come with him. Our relatives gave us the names of the movies they wanted, and we went to the store to pick up them up. On the way back, however, Adam parked at the park near our house. It was deserted, being winter and Christmas. Just us.

“What's up?” I asked.

“Just wanted to talk.”

“Oh,” I said.

“So, how've you really been all this time? How's school?” he asked.

I filled him in on my life since he'd left. There wasn't much to report. Besides missing him, things were good. I had friends, good grades, hobbies and such. He seemed to enjoy hearing about them.

“And what about you? What have you been up to?” I asked.

He told me all about England, how fun it was and how he was sure I would love it there. He told me about all the places there he wished I could see and that he'd like to take me to visit. He told me many comical stories about school and his “mates,”as he called his friends (so British), but he was careful never to mention any girls. I knew there had to be some, though, so I asked.

“What about girlfriends?” I asked.

He looked like I'd just asked him something he really REALLY did not want to talk about. I didn't get the big deal. I just wanted to know. Unless there was some reason he didn't want to talk about it....Did he have a girlfriend now? I knew I was just his sister, but considering what we did the night before, I would feel bad if he had a girlfriend in Birmingham.

“Do you have one now?” I asked.

“No,” he said, to my relief.

“Did you?”

“Well, yes, I have had a few,” he said.

“How many?”

“Like four,” he said.

“Hm,” I said, starting to get jealous. “What were they like?”

“Um, well, you know, uhh...British girls are really different from American girls -”

“Prettier?”

“Not prettier than you.”

“But pretty.”

“Well, yeah, of course some of them are.”

“So how many of them did you sleep with?” I asked.

“Julia -”

“Oh come on! You know all about what I've done, or rather not done. It's only fair I know about you.”

“I guess so,” he said, but still looked like he'd rather shovel all the snow in the park than tell me a specific number. “I uh....well, I guess... six.”

“SIX?!” I cried. Somehow my brain populated six mental slots with imaginary gorgeous, sophisticated, big-breasted, lascivious European teenage chicks who were older and sexier than me and had probably rocked my brother's world.

I'd wanted to know, but now that I knew, it hurt.

“Well, there were the girlfriends, and then a couple of wild nights out,” he explained.

“Wild nights out! Wow!” I ranted. “I always wondered what you were up to when I was missing you at night. Now I know. Wild nights out! Just awesome!”

“See, this is why I didn't want to tell you!”

“Oh, just take me home,” I said, half joking and half serious, crossing my arms over my chest.

“C'mon? Don't be like this -” he began.

“How should I be?” I asked. “What should I think? How should I feel? Because I don't know anymore.”

“I don't know, either. But you should know that none of them meant as much to me as you. I never loved them. But I love you. I didn't see you once in three whole years, but you were always on my mind.”

My heart melted and suddenly all was right with the world again.

Adam moved closer to me, caressing my face and hair, telling me how much he'd missed me and how glad he was to be back.

“And you give better head than any of those girls back at school,” he whispered in my ear.

“Aww!” I cried. “Really?”

“Yes, the things you did to me last night...” he said, eying my lips hungrily.

We started kissing and it felt so right. He went to pull me closer and his hand brushed my breast on its way around me. I felt tingles roll through me, and I remembered how much it turned me on when he'd touched my tits before. I took his hand and put it on my breast. He needed no encouragement, he just started to fondle me. Even through a shirt and bra it felt amazing.

I wanted him to feel good, too, so as we were kissing I started rubbing his cock through his jeans. He was already hard, and I rubbed and squeezed it until it grew even more. Then I unzipped his pants.

“Let's climb in the back?” he suggested.

My pussy clenched at this. He was definitely going to get me off right here in the car. In public. No one was around, but still. It was exciting. I nodded my agreement, and we separated so I could climb back there and he could follow.

Once back there, I went back to unfastening his pants while he worked to strip me of my shirt and bra. Once my breasts were free he took one in his hand and used his mouth on the other, sucking, licking, and nibbling. His tongue ran around my nipple then around my other nipple, wetting them and making them stand up, hard and sensitive. He started to suck on them one by one, by this time I had his cock out and my hand around it and I was stroking it and crying out loudly as he suckled me. My panties were soaking wet and I had the feeling that I needed something in me now.

Adam's hands went to work on my jeans, unfastening them and pulling them down, along with my pink cotton bikini panties. I felt totally exposed being bare-assed in the car like that, but when he put his hand between my legs I forgot all about that. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feeling of him rubbing me, but I wanted him in my mouth again. I told him this and we repositioned ourselves so that he was kneeling on the seat with his cock by my mouth and I had my legs spread so he could reach my pussy with his fingers.

I took him in my mouth and sucked on the head first, swirling my tongue around the head as his fingers caressed my pussy and clit. I could feel the hot moisture seeping from me and trickling down my ass crack. I moaned and ran my tongue up and down the length of his cock. I wished we could do this over and over and never stop. I wished he never had to go back to Birmingham, but I tried not to think about it. I just took more of him in my mouth and began to suck, bobbing my head back and forth on his cock.

I felt his finger playing around near my hole and it felt good, so I moaned louder to try and encourage him to put it in. He started to slowly work his finger into me as I sucked his cock, and he started to gently pump his hips, trying to fuck my mouth. I let him. I just worked with his rhythm. The farther his finger went into me the better it felt and the faster I sucked. Soon we were both groaning and he had his finger all the way up inside me. I started to rock my hips against his hand, unable to control myself.

His finger felt so good in my pussy, and I could feel it tightening on him, trying to keep it in there forever. He pumped it in and out, then added another finger, rubbing a spot inside me that felt maddeningly good. And then I started to cum and scream. It felt so intense I didn't know what to do with myself. I had to use my hand to stroke him because I was too distracted to keep sucking.

When I came down from my high I returned my mouth to his cock just in time to feel him cum in it. It was way more abundant than the night before and it ran down my chin and neck as I swallowed what I could. It was warm and sticky and erotic and I loved it. And I knew then that I would never care how wrong it was. I loved Adam and I wanted to be with him. Like this. Always.

“Wow. Look how wet you are,” he said, looking at my glistening pussy. “I have to taste you...”

He turned me around on the seat and dipped his head between my thighs. I was already so sensitive from the orgasm I just had, when his tongue swiped over me I shuddered. The sensation was so intense.

“Oh God, Adam!” I cried, as he licked me up and down, from top to bottom. His tongue massaged my clit and pleasure radiated through me, building somewhere deep inside me.

His tongue wriggled up inside me, probing, coaxing more juices from me. My hands slid into his hair and held on as he tongue-fucked me. I was crying out and rocking my pussy against his face. He licked and sucked at me relentlessly, then rolled his tongue back up to my clit. A few flicks of his tongue was all it took to bring me right to the edge. Then he stopped. I almost cried out in frustration, but then I realized that he was moving up, sliding his cock against my pussy. That felt good, too. I enjoyed the sensation of his cock made slick by my juices, sliding up and down against my swollen and sensitive clit. It wasn't until I felt the head press against my entrance that I realized he actually intended to put it in.

“Adam,” I said, surprised and a little scared.

“What? You want me don't you?” he asked.

“Yes, but...will it hurt?”

“A little, yes. But just at first. Don't worry. I'll take care of you,” he assured me.

I nodded my agreement. My heart was pounding. He was finally going to be mine. I had wanted this for a long time but had never let myself really accept it. I was ready to accept it then, ready to accept him. He was my brother, but it didn't feel wrong to me. It was the fact that he was my brother that made my desire for him so strong. We'd always been close, but now we would be as close as a boy and a girl could be.

He pushed in a little, his entry made easier by my earlier orgasm, which had left me very wet. Seeing that I was okay, he began to rock his hips, thrusting in and withdrawing just a little and letting me get used to that. It felt so nice having him even just a little ways inside me, and I wanted more. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him to me more, feeling him sink deeper.

“Ahh,” I sighed, in pleasure. He was pressing into spots that had never been touched before. Even though it was a little uncomfortable, it was exactly the sensation that I craved. It made the tingly need inside me grow. I needed more of him.

He pushed in more and I felt a pop as my cherry broke. I gasped.

“Are you okay?” he asked me.

“Yeah, I'm fine,” I said. It had shocked me more than anything. I hadn't expected to feel it pop like that. He slid all the way inside then, and that was when I felt the pain. It felt like I was being stretched past my limits. I didn't cry out, but my body tensed up.

“It'll get better soon, I promise,” he told me, and kissed me.

As he kissed me, sliding his tongue deep into my mouth, his hand fondled and kneaded my breast. His tongue flicked against mine and his thumb brushed over my nipple over and over again. I moaned and pushed my hips against him. Pleasure spread through me and my pussy tightened around his cock, still lodged deep inside me.

Seeing that I was ready, he started to move, slowly and gently pumping his hard cock in and out of me. At first it still hurt but the pain started to fade and my pussy started to get wetter and wetter. I began to anticipate each thrust, and my hips began to rock with his, trying to keep his cock inside me. Each thrust felt better and better, and soon began to send waves of pleasure coursing through me. I started to moan.

“Oh God, you feel amazing,” he whispered in my ear, and I placed my hands on his ass as he fucked me a little faster.

His cock was hitting a spot inside me that made my toes curl up and my eyes scrunch closed.

“Oh Adam!” I cried. “God, it's so good!”

The sensation of him sliding against my tender walls and sinking deeper than I imagined possible into my pussy was so amazing, I could scarcely believe it. It made all the pleasure we'd experienced before seem miniscule in comparison. I wished I could keep his cock in me forever, I was convinced it belonged there.

He kissed me hard and passionately, and I completely lost control, writhing and bucking my hips beneath him, crying out loudly enough for anyone within a 1 mile radius to hear. I didn't care if we were caught. In that moment, I wouldn't have cared if our parents showed up with flashlights, looking for us. Nothing could have gotten me off of his cock. It just felt too good.

Adam started to pant and drive into me with long firm strokes, and I could feel an orgasm building deep inside me. My pussy began to quiver and tighten on his cock.

“Are you gonna cum, little sis?” he asked.

“Yes, God yes,” I cried, getting closer with each thrust. The pleasure was building and building, and I trembled from the intensity.

I let out a scream as I reached the limit and my orgasm tore through me. My body shook and my pussy clenched on my big brother's cock, making the sensation so much more intense and powerful. He kept pumping me as I came, keeping the waves coursing through me. I kept cumming and bucking beneath him until I felt I couldn't take it anymore, and then the feeling started to wane leaving nothing but satisfaction in its wake. I started to calm down and catch my breath, he pulled out of me and stroked himself off into my panties, shooting thick creamy ropes of cum onto the seat. It was the most exciting thing I'd ever seen, and my pussy quivered a little again at the sight.

I'd never seem him shoot so much, and I guessed it was because he was older now. But I hoped one day he could cum inside me and flood my pussy with his hot creamy cum.

“Oh my God, that was so amazing,” he said, as we lay there, holding each other.

“I love you so much,” I said.

“I love you, too. I don't wanna go home tomorrow. I'm only gonna miss you even more now,” he said.

I hadn't thought about that until that very moment, and the prospect of not seeing him maybe for another whole year was enough to bring tears to my eyes.

“Shh, don't cry,” he told me, kissing my lips lightly. “We're old enough to handle them now. All we have to do is act the way they expect us to, and they will let me come home.”

“Do you think so?”

“Yes. It may take a little while, but it will work. Then when I come home, we will never be separated again. I promise.”

Knowing we had to be getting back soon, we dressed and went back home. We told our family we'd been held up by long lines at the video store. But all night long we were shooting each other secretive little glances. Both of us were thinking about our time in the back seat and wishing for more.

We did a good job that night, though, of not avoiding each other, but not seeming at all interested in each other, either. We treated each other distantly all night, even though it was the exact opposite of how we really felt.

That night after our extended relatives had left and we were all winding down for the night, my mom came into my room. I was reading a book one of my Aunts had gotten me for Christmas (it was pretty good). She sat on the foot of my bed.

“Honey, how have you felt about having Adam around again?” she asked, casually.

I knew this was a great chance for me to get her off of our trail.

“Well,” I said, pretending to think about it. “It's a little strange, to tell the truth. We haven't talked in so long....I hardly feel like I know him anymore.”

She seemed almost pleased with that response, and she just nodded.

“I can see how you'd feel that way. You two are in two completely different places in your lives, and Adam has been gone for so long. But given time I'm sure you would learn to get along with each other again, right?” she asked. “You two used to be so close.”

I sensed that this was a leading question, so I did as Adam had said, and gave the answer I thought she'd want to hear.

“We were kids. Well, at least I was a kid. Now that we're older, we've changed. I'm just not sure we have that much in common anymore. I mean, it's almost like he's a different person.”

“I see. Well, goodnight sweetheart,” she said, and kissed my forehead. Then she left the room.

Happy with how that went down, I grabbed my pajamas and went to go take a shower. I always took one before bed. I stayed in there a long time, letting the hot water soothe me.

I stepped out of the shower, feeling clean and refreshed. I was standing in front of the mirror, still naked, brushing my teeth, when the door opened and Adam walked in. He shut the door behind himself, and locked it.

“You shouldn't be in here,” I said, even though my heart started pounding.

“I know. But they're in bed. I checked. Guess what they're doing?” he asked, with a roguish grin.

“Oh ewwww,” I said, with a frown. I was just as much against the idea of them having sex as they were obviously against the idea of me and Adam having it.

I rinsed my mouth and put my toothbrush away.

Adam walked up behind me, close.

“Guess who came to my room a little while ago? Dad. He wanted to know how I felt about seeing you again.”

“Mom asked me the same thing about you. They planned it.”

“Yep,” he said, brushing my hair aside and running his nose up my neck.

“What did you say?” I asked.

“That it was nice to see you but a little awkward, because I feel like I have nothing to talk to you about anymore,” he said, with a sly grin.

“Oh, you're good,” I laughed, quietly. “I said almost the same thing.”

“Good. They'll believe it. And they won't suspect that we're doing this,” he said, and kissed my neck.

“Adam,” I protested. “We can't. What if they catch us?”

“They're not gonna check the bathroom. And they're busy now. If we're quiet...” he said, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me back onto his cock. It was hard. I wanted it in me.

“I need to be inside you one more time before I go,” he said, as his hand trailed down between my legs.

I knew it was dangerous to do it there, but he was leaving the next day and this was my last chance. I let my eyes drift shut and enjoyed the feeling of him rubbing my pussy and grinding his cock against the soft cheeks of my ass. I felt my wetness seep onto his fingers, felt the slickness as the tips of his fingers brushed my clit.

We kissed deeply, while one hand was stroking my pussy his other hand cradled my face as his tongue explored my mouth. I leaned back against him, drowning in the pleasurable sensations taking over my whole body now. His hands moved to my breasts and fondled them, squeezing, rubbing. His fingers pinched and pulled my nipples as his tongue traced my own. My hand slipped down to rub his cock, stroking and lightly gripping it in my hand, feeling it growing harder from my touch.

I turned around and sank to my knees, pulling down his pajama pants. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it, and I wasted no time taking him in my mouth. I looked up at him as I began to slowly suck his cock. The look of pleasure on his face just spurred me on and I licked and sucked him deeper and faster. He held onto the sink behind my head as I worked my mouth up and down his engorged cock, sliding it into the back of my throat. He started to pant and pump into my mouth, and my hand found my pussy, rubbing hard. I slid two fingers inside myself and started trying to get myself off while I sucked his cock.

I guess watching me fuck myself was too much, because he stopped me and pulled me up, turning me around to face the sink and propping one of my feet up on the edge of the tub. Then he knelt beneath me and ran his tongue up my pussy. I clutched the sink and stifled a groan as his tongue worked back and forth over my little nub, then ran from my pussy all the way to my asshole to lick and tease me there before sweeping back to my clit. I was practically riding his face I was so excited, and when his tongue slid up inside me I moaned loudly. He gave me a smack to the ass (that felt really good) and reminded me to be quiet, before going back to eating my pussy.

The pleasure his hot wet mouth was giving me kept intensifying to the point my legs started to shake and go weak. Adam walked me over to the tub, sat down on the edge and said, “fuck me,” like it was half invitation and half dare. I straddled him and pushed myself down onto his cock, relishing the way it filled me completely and sank so deep inside me. I began to honor his request and work my pussy up and down on his cock, bracing my hand on his shoulders. He took my nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking on it as I ground myself down onto his cock again and again.

I started to ride faster, and he cupped my ass in his hands, guiding me up and down as I pleasured myself on his hard thick cock. The intensity of the sensation was so incredible, so strong, I was overwhelmed with the need for more of it. I rode him wildly, nearly cumming each time his cock slammed into my g-spot, sending bolts of electricity through my body. We were both panting, thrusting, climbing closer and closer to a peak. I fleetingly wondered if down the hall dad was making mom feel half as good as Adam was making me feel. If she was going to cum as hard tonight as I was going to. Somehow, I just didn't think so.

He picked me up and laid me on the rug, propping my legs over his shoulders and thrusting deep into me. It took everything I had to stay quiet as he started to pump me on the floor. The pleasure welled up inside me, bigger and bigger, as he pounded my wet open cunt with a passion that left me breathless and desperate for release.

“Yes! Yes, fuck me,” I whimpered, frantically. “Please? Please don't stop?”

I wanted it to go on and on forever, but the pleasure was too intense and the dirty things he was whispering to me about how my pussy was gripping his cock so tight and I had the best pussy he'd ever been inside of were driving me to the edge. I grabbed a hold of him as I reached the edge and one last thrust sent me over. My orgasm took me, my body tensed up and then began to shake as currents of pleasure radiated from my pussy through my body. I was reduced to a twitching whimpering mess beneath him, lost in the incredible sensations overtaking my body.

“I'm gonna cum, little sis,” he warned me, thrusting erratically. I locked my legs around him and squeezed my pussy tight, wanting him to cum with me, in me. He couldn't hold back, and he came, letting out a quiet moan as he spurted his cum in me again and again.

I felt a deep sense of satisfaction as we relaxed on the floor together, catching our breath and regaining ourselves after our intense orgasms. We were both sweaty and exhausted and so fucking happy. We kissed lightly, but said nothing. After a few moments, we separated and dressed, knowing we had to head for our rooms so as not to be discovered.




The next day Adam went back to Birmingham, but not before we traded email addresses and set up secret internet messenger accounts so we could chat without our parents knowing. I pretended not to care when we drove him to the airport and my goodbye to him was nothing but a brisk hug. But deep down I was brokenhearted. And I was worrying. What if that one time he'd cum in me had been enough to get me pregnant? Neither of us talked about it, but I knew we were both thinking about it.

What if our plan to get our parents to let him come home just didn't work? What if the time apart was even harder this time? What if he didn't miss me anymore now that we'd finally had sex? He was my brother but he was still a boy, and my mom told me that a lot of times once you slept with a boy, they got bored with you. What if he was bored with me now that he'd had me, and he spent his next year banging every hot British babe at his school?

I had worries, but I had to try my best not to show them, because it would only ruin our plans. I had to assume that he was going to work just as hard as I had to work in order to convince our parents there was nothing between us anymore and he could come home. After he'd been back in Birmingham for a couple weeks but was still talking to me every day over the computer, I began to feel better. And after my period came, I worried a lot less.

According to our plan, after Christmas break, I found myself somewhat of a boyfriend at school. His name was Justin. He was just for show, but I picked him because I needed someone my parents would like, and he was smart, cute, and very polite around my parents. I made sure to invite him around to the house a lot, and go places with him, even when I didn't really want to. Adam had already warned me that if I so much as kissed him, Justin was dead meat. So I steered clear of that. And at 14 it wasn't too hard to do. Justin had no idea that I'd done all the things I had, he didn't even know I'd ever been kissed before, so he was content to take our time.

One day after I had come back from studying with a couple of friends, and Justin of course, my mom sat me down on the living room couch for a talk.

“You really like this Justin kid, huh?” she asked, happily.

“Well, yeah. He's so nice, and totally cute,” I said, enthusiastically.

“I'm glad you found someone you could like, honey,” she said.

“Me too,” I smiled.

“Julia, I wanted to run something past you. Your father and I are thinking that maybe Adam should move home early. He wants to spend his Senior year here. You know, graduate with his friends here.”

This was the best news I could have heard. Adam had apparently been working the parents as well as I had, and had finally asked them straight out to come home. And they were going to say yes. This was everything Adam and I had worked for, everything we'd wanted. But I couldn't react. That would look fishy. So I just sat there and looked at her like “And?”

“Well?” she prompted.

“What?” I blinked.

“Do you have any input on this decision?”

“Me? Um, no. I mean, it makes sense that he would want to graduate here.”

“But how would you feel if Adam came home?”

“Fine,” I said. “What? Did you think I'd be upset?”

“Well, no....It's just...you're not having some huge reaction to this.”

“Should I be?” I asked, with a confused look.

“No,” she said. “I just thought you would be more...excited?”

“I'm excited,” I said, making sure I didn't sound very excited at all.

“Good. Well, I'm glad you're okay with it. I guess we will call him and tell him we are all in agreement here. Then we can start making the arrangements to get him transferred back to his old school here.”

“Okay,” I said, then I pointed upstairs. “I'm gonna go download some music.”

“Okay. Have fun dear,” she said, and watched me scamper up the stairs.

When I got upstairs I logged online and told Adam the good news. We celebrated our victory, then we started talking about all the things we were going to do to each other when he came home.



When summer came, Adam moved back home. He arrived looking even more handsome than when I'd seen him last somehow. He was once again living under the same roof, sleeping in the room right across from me. And I was happier than I'd been in a long time. Though we knew better than to sneak into each other's rooms at night now, he would still pick me up from school whenever he could and we would spend some time in the back seat of his car. Every time our parents left us alone we had sex somewhere new in the house. In the mornings before school if our parents left early enough for work we could sometimes fuck on the kitchen island before going to school. That was one of my favorite spots.

This went on for years and our parents never knew. All the while Adam and I grew closer and closer. Then when I turned 18, we acted on our final plan. We ran away together to London and enrolled in the same university there. It was his last year and my first year, but we were together at school for the first time and it was so much fun. Everyone bought that we were a young married couple from the States, and we didn't have to hide anymore. No one knew us there. Adam sometimes ran into people he knew, but none of them knew me or that I was related to him. We were finally free to be together in public like any other couple. Adam was right, I loved England.

Our parents knew, of course, after we left with no notice and without their permission that we were together, and had been all the time. When they realized the extent we went to in order to hide our relationship from them they were very angry. They said it showed them just how depraved we really were, but I know that in a way it also showed them how much in love we really were and how useless it was to try and stop us.

They didn't speak to us for three years. But when our daughter Kacey was born, they couldn't deny that they wanted to see her. So they flew to England to visit. They fell in love with her at first sight, and were unable to write her off. Thanks to her they began to accept us. They didn't approve of our relationship or how we were living, but we were adults and there was nothing they could do to stop us. We were happy, and they saw that. Plus, they wanted to see their only grandchild.

Over time they said they would come visit on holidays, as long as we kept the lovey-dovey stuff strictly under wraps when they were around. So we did. We acted like a normal brother and sister while our parents were around, but as soon as they left we went back to being what we had truly become - husband and wife.

Oh, and Adam kept his promise. We were never separated again.


The End

Well, there goes another tale from me! Hope you enjoyed it!

My mail.com email address was suspended because some genius sent porn to it the first day I posted it on here (lol), so now you can just find me on twitter @SisterSeducto. I'm pretty much sure porn is allowed there. I will post updates about my writing there and other various things, such as what porn I'm watching, etc. We'll have fun!

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2014-02-18 07:45:57
love it cummed like 3 times

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