A Sibling Love Story

Incest adults stories: A Sibling Love Story (cont)

“I am not sure you can handle me,” I retorted, moving in as if going for another kiss.

He stared at me like a deer in the headlights.

I leaned in whispering into his ear, making sure my hot breath lingered on his ear, “Do you think you can handle me big brother?”

He stammered, clearly surprised by how aggressive his sweet sister could be, “I-I-I can handle whatever you thrust at me.”

Moving away, I retorted, making sure I had the final word, “I was hoping you would be doing the thrusting.” I grabbed his hand, and led him back to our seats, assuming any last doubts of my intentions were hopefully gone.

Once seated, I could tell Andy was uncomfortable. I could also tell that he had a pretty obvious tent in his pants.

I considered just reaching over and squeezing my brother’s cock, but resisted as the occupants of the seats beside us were both back now…but the temptation was becoming hard to resist, pun intended.

He handed me the pink bag and said, “One last gift for my adorable sister.”

“You shouldn’t have, you have already got me so much,” I replied, taking the bag, giddy with getting another present. I opened the bag and pulled out the first of two boxes, a Grease musical doll of Sandy dressed in her Rydel cheerleader’s outfit looking so sweet and innocent. I pulled out the second box which was of Sandy after her transformation, dressed in a black leather pants she wore at the end of the film. I looked up at him, giddy with the thoughtfulness of my brother and warmed by the thought that he remembered something from so many years ago.

He smiled, “In many ways you remind me of Sandy.”

“I do?” I asked, curious where he was going with this.

“Of course,” he explained. “You are sweet, innocent and beautiful like cheerleader Sandy and…”

He stopped and I pushed him on frustrated by his not finishing his thought, “And?”

“And,” he continued, “yet, it seems, you are also naughty, sexy and drop dead hot like leather pants Sandy.”

“Oh my,” I gasped, my whole body melting by my brother’s very accurate understanding of me. I was innocent like Cheerleader Sandy and yet I had a naughty side, a wild side, desperate to break out like Leather Pants Sandy.

“You are perfection, Jayda no matter what version of Sandy you want to be,” he said, taking my hand and giving it a soft squeeze.

I wanted to fuck him right then and there, to give myself to him unconditionally and would have if I wasn’t in the Majestic Theatre just about to watch Act 2 of my favorite musical ever.

As if on cue, to protect me from a growing hunger I was beginning not to be able to sedate, the lights dimmed and I was again pulled into the romantic world of over a hundred years ago. I again envisioned I was Christine and trying to balance the expectations of society with her own desires, my own desires.

As Christine loved the Phantom, I loved my brother; as Christine couldn’t resist the temptation of the Phantom, I could no longer resist the temptation of my brother. As my favorite song of the play was performed, I crossed the last invisible boundary, my own Point of No Return, as I slyly moved my hand to his leg and slowly slithered up until my hand rested firmly on his, I was happy to find, fully erect cock. A slight gasp left his lips on contact, but he didn’t move my hand away, instead, moving his right hand to my leg.

His hand on my leg had my pussy burning up and I wanted his hand to move further north, to touch my tingling pussy. Yet, as if he knew that was what I wanted and knew the power he had over me, he just allowed his strong hand to linger there…a tease…a temptation…a major fucking distraction.

Trying to imply my need, my permission, I slowly rubbed his cock through his dress pants, but his hand remained glued to my leg, his face remained stoic and unreadable.

Time could not move fast enough as I returned my attention to the play, trying to focus on the climatic ending, to the show I had wanted to see since I can’t remember when…yet now I had a new climatic ending I wanted to see and, in this case, perform.

Once the play finale came to an end, we both stood up to give a standing ovation as the cast came out for their final bows. I took quick glances at my sexy brother and he seemed to be glancing at me as well, both of us assumedly thinking the same thing…what now?

Once the applause faded, I wandered if my Cinderella story would have a happy ending, but instead of my foot perfectly fitting into a glass slipper, I wanted my brother’s cock to perfectly fit my pussy.

He reached for my hand and slowly, silently, we exited the theatre. Once out in the late winter New York evening, Christmas lights everywhere, Andy asked, “Would you like to go to Rockefeller Centre and see the Christmas tree?”

“Sure,” I agreed, although my tone couldn’t hide my disappointment. Before the past few hours, I would have been super excited to see such a popular tourist attraction, but now all I wanted was to finish what I had desperately tried to start.

He smiled, as if reading my mind, “We have all night, Jayda.”

“Ok,” I replied, shivering as the evening had cooled off dramatically while we were inside watching the show.

Andy took off his jacket like a gentleman and put it over my shoulders and took my hand and we began walking in the most beautiful city in the world, not as brother and sister, but as something undefined…something unexplainable.

As if on cue, the clouds began to drop the smallest snowflakes I had ever seen, a reminder that it was winter, it was Christmas.

TV does not do reality justice. Once I was standing in front of the massive Christmas tree, I was in complete awe with just how big and beautiful it was. Looking at Andy, he was staring at me and not the tree.

“Isn’t she beautiful,” I asked.

“Yes, yes she is,” he replied, never breaking away from looking at me.

My face flushed and I felt a heat burn in my cheeks even as the cold breeze brought me chills.

Again, as if on cue, as if Cupid was singlehandedly making sure an act of incest was consummated on this glorious night, a man walked over to us and raised his hand over us, revealing a sprig of mistletoe.

Andy smiled at me; I smiled at him. We leaned towards each other in perfect unison, in perfect symmetry, the whole massive city going silent as the inevitable moment occurred. Our lips touch like a whisper as we gently allowed our lips to meet. At first the kiss was soft and tentative, both of us just allowing the kiss to elevate us to a higher plane. Once our mouths opened our tongues explored each other, the original tentativeness was replaced with a fiery passion I had never felt before. My body tingled, my mind went blank and my knees weakened, as I gave in completely to the simple sensation of a kiss.

The man chuckled, “Well, I guess I know what you two will be doing later.”

Andy looked at me; I looked at him, we each blushed at the man’s words, before without a word quickly heading back to the hotel.

As soon as the elevator door closed, like two magnets, we were pulled together as he pushed me against the wall with an intense urgency. His hands roamed my hips, my ass and my legs, purposely he avoided both my breasts and pussy it seemed.

The elevator slowed to a stop and as soon as it opened, he pulled me like a caveman to our room where he fumbled with the key before, we finally were alone. The door closed, both our breathing stilted, we froze in place taking a moment to take each other in.

Andy asked, “Are you sure about this, Jayda?”

Although cliché, I responded, “I have never been more certain about anything in my life.”

“But I’m your brother,” he said, as if trying to convince himself this was a bad idea.

“If I wasn’t your sister, what would you be doing to me right now?” I asked.

“I would be doing naughty, nasty things to you,” he admitted.

“Well, let’s pretend for one night I am not your sister and you are not my brother. For one evening we are just two lovers who just want to be with each other,” I suggested, as I slowly, moved my hand to my shoulder and teasingly allowed my dress to fall to the floor.

“Oh God, Jayda, you are so beautiful,” Andy complimented, literally drooling at my now near-naked body, as he stared at my tiny thong that was the last line of defense from Andy seeing my pussy, suddenly wishing I had gone commando like I had considered but chickened out.

I sauntered over to him, and as I stopped directly in front of him and I quoted Grease, “You’re the one that I want.”

“Sandy,” he whimpered, as my hand reached for his cock.

“Tell me about it, stud,” I quipped, as I lowered myself to my knees.

“Oh God,” he gasped, as I hungrily pulled his cock out of his pants.

His big stiff cock, eight inches at least, in my hand, I asked, “Is this hard because of me?”

“It is all for you,” he groaned, as I slowly moved my hand up and down my big brother’s cock as I had fantasied about so many times.

“You know I have never done this before,” I explained, looking up at him, before adding, “unless the banana I practised on counts.”

“Fuck, Jayda, I can’t believe you,” he grunted.

“Well, believe this, Andy. I want to suck your cock,” I admitted, opening my mouth and leaning forward.

“Aaaaaah,” Andy moaned, as my lips wrapped around his warm cock.

I focused on the mushroom head at first, just slowly moving back and forth, getting used to my brother’s girth in my mouth.

“That’s it sis,” Andy instructed, his hand gently going through my hair, “take your time.”

I used my tongue and swirled around his cockhead while creating extra saliva like I had read online somewhere. It seemed to work as he grunted approvingly. His approval had me wanting to make him moan more and I began to slowly take more and more of his cock in my mouth.

He Said:

“Oh God, Jayda,” I whispered, as I watched my cock slowly disappear between the perfect lips of my sister. She was a magician with her mouth and tongue and I knew I wasn’t going to last long after having been constantly teased all night.

I respected her determination as she slowly engulfed all my cock inside her mouth. Once the last inch disappeared, I complimented her, “You took it all, baby-sis.”

She moaned on my cock at my words and I felt subtle vibrations pulse through me. She began to pick up the pace and was soon bobbing back and forth on my cock, not like some cocksucking whore, but with a growing hunger to get me off.

I knew I wouldn’t last much longer and warned, “You are going to make me cum soon, sis.”

She took my cock out of her mouth, smiled naughtily and said, stroking my cock with her hand, “I want to taste you.”

Before I could respond, she returned to my cock and devoured my cock like a woman on a mission. Within only a few seconds I could feel the bubbling in my balls and I was soon coating my sister’s throat with an abundance of my cum. Impressively, she didn’t slow down swallowing it all. It seemed she really was amazing at everything.

Finally, she pulled my cock out and looked up at me. I smiled down and said, “Wow, and you have never done that before?”

“No,” she said, as I grabbed her hands and pulled her up.

Looking into her eyes, I said, “That was amazing, Jayda.”

“Agreed,” she smiled, adding naughtily, “it tastes way better than I imagined.”

I joked, “It is my rigorous diet.”

“Well, I think I could start my own new diet,” she smiled back, grabbing my still semi-erect cock.

“Take off your bra,” I instructed.

“Is that an order?” she asked playfully.