Barry & Lana – Soul Mates by idealogue2077

Barry & Lana – Soul Mates by idealogue2077

Explore the passionate tale of Barry & Lana - Soul Mates, an enticing adult sex story by idealogue2077. Dive into their intimate journey filled with desire, connection, and unforgettable moments. Perfect for those seeking steamy romance and deep emotional bonds. Read now!<br/>

Authors Note:

This story can be read as stand-alone, but is technically a continuation of “Barry & Janet – Just A Fantasy”

Barry lived with his sister Lana in a large house on a private lot. When Barry’s mother Janet gave birth to Lana nobody could ever know that Barry and Janet were bonded by a shared secret.

Although Lana grew up in a loving household with a mostly normal life — other than being unusually wealthy — she had no idea that her missing father was actually her brother Barry.

Her mother and brother maintained a healthy and loving relationship as lovers for most of her life.

Barry and his mother Janet added a bedroom to their house when Lana was just a few years old. This new bedroom became Barry’s, and it just happened to connect to their mother Janet’s bedroom via a shared bathroom.

Barry entered Janet’s room at night secretly, and was always seen leaving from his own room in the morning. So for all Lana, or anyone, knew, Barry and Janet had a normal relationship.

Their lives seemed perfect until one fall day the year Lana turned twelve.

In a twist of fate, Janet was hit by a truck and killed instantly in a car accident that nobody could see coming or have predicted.

Barry and Lana were devastated.

Lana had lost her mother, but Barry had also lost the love of his life.

At the funeral, Barry asked Lana if she could wait by the car as he went back to Janet’s grave for one final private moment alone.

Tears ran down his cheeks as he said his final goodbyes to his late mom.

“Janet, I promise I will take care of our daughter. I will make sure she has all the best things in life. I swear to you, I will always protect her and show her the love you wanted her to have.”

He turned to walk away, paused, and added, “I know what we had between us was not a normal Mother/Son relationship. It will remain our secret, and I’ll keep our daughter from ever having to deal with the implications of learning that truth. I’ll make sure she has a clean slate and is never subject to any harm or corruption related to our union.”

Shortly after the funeral, Barry — who was 18 years older — took custody of his younger sister, Lana.

Thankfully, his mother had come into a great deal of wealth, so Barry only worked because he liked to. Lana was set financially for life due to a trust that was put in her name that she would be able to access when she turned 18.

A year after Janet’s death, Barry moved into her old room as it was the master bedroom, and Lana — always the opportunist — took over Barry’s old room, as it was quite nice.

They shared the joint bathroom that Barry had installed a decade earlier, mostly because it was convenient. There were other bathrooms, but neither of them liked going far out of their way very often, so they sometimes fought over its use.

Barry and Lana were close. Barry took care of and protected her, and loved her as both his sister and his child.

Lana loved Barry more than anyone else in the world, and was often looking for his approval. She didn’t have a father that she knew of, but she felt lucky that her older brother was more than able and willing to carry that torch.

Lana thought that if she ever found out who her dad was, it was unlikely that he would be able to measure up to Barry. Barry was many things: handsome, funny, warm, reliable, charming, and most of all, protective.

Losing her mother was traumatic, but if there was a silver lining, Lana knew it was that she got her lovely brother all to herself.

Lana seemed older than her age and this was partly because of her unusual intellect.

Lana wasn’t like the other girls. She was not just a pretty face. She was into science, psychology, physics, technology, you name it. She could play the piano at a virtuoso level and cook like a chef.

Barry on the other hand was more average. He wasn’t dumb, but he recognized his little sister was not normal. This meant that she didn’t fit in with other kids. And so she would rather spend her time hanging out with her older brother Barry.

Even though Barry was considerably older, they spent a lot of time together, playing video games, going to movies, and just having fun doing things together.

Barry always found Lana mesmerizing to chat with, and Lana kept Barry on his toes, as she could be refined and mature, but also playful and even a bit devious.

Over the years since their mother’s passing, Lana matured, and it wasn’t just her intellect that stood out, but her unusually beautiful body as well.

She developed at a younger age than most, feeling a little awkward as her slender body was graced with admirable breasts along with a curvaceous rump.

Her cute face, adorned with a dusting of freckles and framed by auburn hair, transformed into delicate features, pouty lips, and striking blue eyes.

The kids in her school noticed, as well as grown men.

Although Lana was 18 and technically an adult, Barry thought they had no right to look at her the way they did.

Lana’s beauty just made Barry more protective, and he wasn’t sure he liked all the attention she got for it.

She was like his best friend, but ever since she had become an adult during her senior year of high school, he had to look away sometimes and push thoughts out of his head when he saw her curves, or the way she made him feel when she looked at him a certain way.

When she dressed in skimpy clothes, bent over or showed some cleavage, those images would freeze in his brain, only later to come out when he was least expecting. He kicked those thoughts out and stayed on the straight and narrow.

Barry knew crossing the line between family members could happen, and he was determined to stick to his vow to never allow harm to come to Lana, including harm from him.

Lana had always found Barry incredibly attractive. There were times where she allowed her thoughts to cross the invisible line of accepted norms.

Once, when Barry forgot to lock her side of the shared bathroom, she peaked in and saw Barry’s naked body.

He was looking in the mirror getting ready, so she took her time eyeing up his sexy butt, chiseled abs, and well endowed member.

On another occasion, Lana peaked into his room from a crack in the bathroom door and saw Barry on his bed masturbating.

He was completely oblivious, so Lana took her time, noticing the intense arousal in her panties as she watched her brother pleasuring himself.

At school Lana had fallen in with a group that people referred to as “the hot girls.” Everywhere she went, boys and even men would ogle her and give her attention, so she figured, why not just own it?

She liked the power she wielded, but had little interest in men outside of Barry.

Sure, she had messed around with boys at parties, but she had never had full-on sex, opting instead to give blow jobs and occasionally allow boys to touch her.

In her mind, she pretended that the boys she was with were actually Barry — and it was him she was giving blow jobs to or allowing to touch her.

She knew it wasn’t right to think of Barry that way, and maybe something was wrong with her, but she had long since accepted that she had a certain brand of kink and it wasn’t going away.

Over time, she developed elaborate fantasies about Barry. Her fascination led her down the rabbit hole of internet porn, where she often watched step sibling porn, imagining what it would be like to cross the line with her brother.

The kink turned her on unlike anything else. It helped that she was so attracted to him, but she was always able to keep her fantasies separate from reality by compartmentalizing them.

After all, there was no way Barry would want to do the perverted things Lana fantasized about.

She thought about trying to do something to stop her attraction to Barry, but she couldn’t help herself. It was the way she was wired. No other man truly interested her in the slightest.

Lana’s secret world remained well guarded and far outside the realm of reality, that is until that fateful summer.

It would be a summer she would remember for the rest of her life.

* * * * * * * Summer Begins

Barry and Lana hung out often on the weekends and after school. They had fun playing sports and swimming in the pool at their house.

Lana would sometimes touch Barry playfully, and vice versa.

Lana liked to pretend that they were boyfriend and girlfriend. The way they spent time together, goofed around, and enjoyed each other’s company made it easy for her to imagine.

Barry on the other hand, was apprehensive about his feelings and thoughts towards Lana that sometimes creeped in. He was able to keep them at bay, but the temptation was only made worse by Lana’s raw sensual beauty.

That summer Barry suspected for the first time that Lana had a crush on him. He noticed that she found a way to get his hands to graze her butt or boobs when they were playing around.

When he hugged her, which was often, he would have to tamp down any arousal.

She was unbelievably sexy and he was finding it harder to resist thinking of her as she matured. He loved her so much and he didn’t want to mess her up.

He of all people knew that taboo lines could be crossed. In the case of his mother, things worked out. But he knew that he had just been lucky. Not only would society shun incestuous behavior, it was illegal as well.

Besides that, Lana wasn’t aware that she was technically his daughter. Barry had already crossed sacred lines before. He was not content with crossing those same lines with the person he adored and vowed to protect the most.

Unfortunately, the best guarded gates have a tendency to open a crack. One of Barry’s greatest weaknesses was exposed when he went into the bathroom during that crazy summer.

Lana’s panties were lying on the floor of the bathroom – she must have forgotten to pick them up after showering.

He and Lana had just been hanging out that day and he recalled seeing a glimpse of those very same yellow panties when she didn’t cross her legs on the couch.

He wondered if she did that on purpose. He had looked away, but the image had seared into his mind.