“I’m not gonna say that my sisters tits turn me on.” He said, going back to his hiding ways.
“You mean admit?” I asked, hoping for the right answer.
“I didn’t say that.” He defended even though it was clear to both of us that they were indeed a turn on.
I moved closer towards him, my chest still naked.
“Come on I bet your virgin ass is hard right now.” I tried to push.
His hands reached out for me. At first I thought he was going to dive into the sexual tension between us, that he would start to squeeze my tits before sucking them into his mouth. Then I realized that he lunged for my shirt, dragging it back down to cover my body.
“How are you so ok with this?” He asked, feeling guilty himself.
I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t tell the truth, or at least not yet. I needed to think of something to say that wouldn’t ruin my chances of finally being with him.
“I guess I’m just more comfortable with the human body than you are. I mean, I could see why you’d be like this. You’ve never been with a girl. I’m sure you would have acted this way if I was your girlfriend.” I attempted.
He looked up at me. There was such a disgust feeling to his look. I wish he was ok with this already. I wish his mouth would form that charming smile upon seeing my body. I wish he was aware of how submissive I’d be for him. He seemed to believe me and my words.
“How would you know?” He asked, wondering how I had so much insight on the matter at hand.
“Because I was the same way. Then I went off to college and my roommate told me that we need to be comfortable with our bodies. We actually got along way better after we had seen each other naked. I was freaked out at first, just like how you are now. But then seeing her be so calm and ok with being naked showed me that I have nothing to hide. I have a body, just like you do. And we have a bond Jace. A bond that we can’t find anywhere else. Before friends we only had each other. Now that we’re older, shouldn’t you feel comfortable the same way I do? We were the first person we had ever trusted. And I still feel that, which is why I could show you my body.” I explained.
I have no idea where that had came from. I don’t know if it was the liquor or the desperateness but I somehow managed to convince him that that was the truth. It seemed like a very well thought out lie after thinking about it. I could see the shame slowly fade away from his face, his eyes traveling up and down my body. He was starting to feel more comfortable with me. If I could just explain to him that while what I want from us is wrong, it would feel so right. That while it’s ok to be comfortable with each other’s bodies, we weren’t allowed to do these special things.
“I have never heard or read about that anywhere in my life. Even if I was comfortable with our bodies, my mind goes to this place and suddenly I’m doing these things to you that we shouldn’t be doing.” He explained.
It started to look like he was having a panic attack. The thought of sex coupled with his naked sister might have been too much for him. I had to somehow finesse myself through this situation, I already had my goal in mind.
“Well yeah Jace, that part is wrong. But that’s because you see my body as something sexual. Once you’re comfortable with my body then there won’t be any sexual tension, it would be normal. And once things are normal the idea of sex won’t even come to mind. I wouldn’t be a sexy bodied girl, I’d be your sister, same as always, same as how you see me clothed.”
I was impressing myself with my own lies. The idea of seeing each other naked was almost as taboo as wanting to feel my brother’s cock in me. Yet everything I’ve said sounds honestly legit. It sounds like something I can get away with. I grew more confident as the lies continued.
“You know that actually sounds like it makes sense. I just have to get used to your body?” He asked, wanting to be ok and feel ok.
I nodded my head. Trying to be as soothing and comforting as I could be. He started to look at me again. His eyes seemed to take their time as his glance came over my chest. I don’t blame him. If I had a sister who looked like me I’d want to look. I started to feel love in my heart. Despite everything being an elaborate lie, I did feel the same as I made myself seem.
I did trust my brother, and I did want him to be comfortable with my body. Maybe not to the point where he could see me clothed or naked and it wouldn’t make a difference. I wanted him comfortable with those thoughts he said he would have of my naked body. I wanted to ease him into the world of sex. I wanted to explain to him that whatever he wanted, I would give to him. I wanted him to feel safe, like any big sister would. But I also craved for him to be inside of me, and the didn’t feel so big sisterly. I wanted to be his first, to show him what it’s like to love the person you’re with. I never felt that. In a way this would be my first too. Kind of. I also did want to get absolutely wrecked by his cock.
“Let’s start off slow.” I suggested.
My hands reached for his hips and found the edge of his shirt. I started to pull it over his head when he started to help me. Now he the one shirtless. He seemed to be more calm. My words must’ve reached him. Hopefully he keeps this a secret. Falling for this kind of lie says a lot about his mind, how easy and gullible it was. The jig would be up if he told someone about this moment and they told him that it was complete and utter bullshit. I smiled at him, trying to comfort him.
“See, there’s nothing wrong with you being shirtless right?” He nodded his head. “So then there would be nothing wrong if I was shirtless.” I mentioned.
I took off my shirt, throwing it to the side, hoping it would be the last time I take it off for the night. His eyes immediately shot downwards towards my tits. I tried not to get too excited at the attention. My face struggled with keeping its calm facade. Deep down inside I wanted to bury his face between my chest and feel his tongue run all over my nipples.
“So this is ok?” He asked, slurring his words.
I gave a nod of my head. Then another idea formed in my head. I dropped my smile, becoming serious. My body was right next to his. My tits were out and I could feel my pussy getting wetter with every glance towards my body. He smiled, realizing that his big sister’s body is nothing to be ashamed of. I still had to instill the idea of being so comfortable that he could happily picture himself having sex with me.
“You know how I said having sexual thoughts is wrong?” I brought up again, attempting to end the wait once and for all.
He nodded his head, his eyes sleepy and drunk.
“Well ask me truth or dare.” I insisted.
Even though he was confused, he asked, “Truth or dare?”
“Truth, now ask me about how I feel about the sexual thoughts.” I demanded softly.
“What do you think about these sexual thoughts?” He asked.
I looked deep into his eyes, trying to find any hint of desire through his glazed matching blue eyes. He had to feel the same. Drunk or not. I knew he loved his sister, but would he be willing to go so far?
“I know that they are wrong,” I started. I took his hands in mine, holding those soft hands of his. I took a deep breath and plunged for the goal line. “But I still want them Jace.” I said.
He didn’t know what to think, his mind running wild with drunk thoughts. I didn’t give him time to react. I lean forward and kissed his incredibly soft lips. I could feel his surprise, but what was even more shocking was him kissing me back. I felt his mouth angrily attack mine. That was until he stopped us.
“We’re drunk, and this is wrong.” He said, his drunken mind doing more harm than good to my cause.
“I know I told you that you should be comfortable with my body. But honestly, I’m not comfortable with yours, I crave your body. I want you little brother. I loved the way you looked at me in the split second in the bathroom yesterday. I loved how soft you were when taking off my bra. I know you want my body. But I want you to want me too.” I went on.
Our heads were pressed against each other. Our eyes a couple inches from one another, our lips in such a close proximity.
“I tried to convince myself that I didn’t want you,” He went on to explain. “I tried to push away those thoughts. They were wrong, sick even. I couldn’t help but notice you when you came back. When I walked in on you I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to enjoy your body.” He confessed.
His breath reeked of alcohol but I still wanted his mouth against mine. It aroused me on every level to hear that he wanted me too. We were the same, disgusted at the fact that we both craved each other. But we both succumbed to our desire.
“This is wrong,” I repeated.
A sad look came over his eyes, like he had lost a part of him. But his face began to glow as I finished my sentence.
“But there’s nothing I want more than this.” I finally said.
His lips shot towards mine. We were both locked in our incestious lust. We were locked at the lips. I had so much experience over him. I had hoped that I could be gentle enough, slow enough, to make my baby brother feel the most at ease. As our kisses grew in intensity, I took ahold of his hands. At first I gripped them in my own, wanting him to be in my grip. But I soon placed them on my hips. Just the feeling of his hands, the warmth they gave out, it sent shivers down my back. We continued to ravish one another’s lips.
“Do you want to touch me?” I asked.
What was most important was consent. I didn’t want to make him do anything he didn’t want to do. But after spending so much time teasing him with my chest, his desire to have them grew. He nodded his head mid kiss. I felt his hands slowly move up my body. It gave me such a rush to feel his soft tender skin against my body. Both of his hands took ahold one of my breasts. Very gently he began to squeeze them. He moaned into my mouth. I took the opportunity to slide my tongue into his mouth. He responded by wrapping his lips around my intruding tongue.
His thumbs rubbed over my hard nipples. Dirty thoughts clouded his mind. Everything he’s ever wanted to do to a woman, to a woman who looked like me. He didn’t need to be nervous. I wanted to take that away. His lips found my neck. My own hands held his head as he began to devour my skin. I felt his teeth lightly clamp down onto my skin. His soft nibbles made me moan. I could feel him wanting to take my tits into his mouth. I subtly stuck my chest outward, trying to press myself against his lower jaw.
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