Chapter 2: A Birthday Gift for Amy

Literotic asexstories – Chapter 2: A Birthday Gift for Amy by NateKhyrivon,NateKhyrivon [Standard Disclaimer: All of my stories, including this one, are purely works of fiction, and any similarities to real world persons or events are purely coincidental. All characters involved in any sexual content are 18 years of age or older at the time such content occurs.]

October and Early November make up what my family has come to call “Birthday Season”. My younger sister, Amy’s birthday is on October 18th, my birthday is on October 26th, and my older sister, Jenny’s is on November 6th.

Until recently, the three of us, along with our dad and two moms, Mama Janie and Mama Helen, all lived under the same roof. When Jenny went off to Grad School earlier this year, Amy and I started getting closer than we ever had before.

When October arrived, Amy and I, along with the rest of our D&D group (my best friend, Tommy, his sister, Ashley, and her boyfriend, Jaden) all planned a trip to the local Renaissance Festival, which had been overhauled into a full fantasy-based kingdom. We all decided to dress as our favorite character from our D&D games, so Amy and I dressed as Grogun, the Half-Orc Barbarian, and his elven wife, Elyveria Flamewind, Elven Sorceress.

During the festival, we had all decided to stay in-character, pretending we were the characters from our games, which led to some intimate, but not-quite-inappropriate interactions between my sister and me. We had a lot of fun together, as a group, and everything seemed fine until that night after Amy and I had gone to bed.

I woke up in the middle of the night to pee, as I often do, but while I was in the bathroom that connects to both Amy and my bedrooms, I heard her crying and muttering to herself:

“He’s my brother. How could I expect him to share the feelings I have? I know it’s wrong, being in love with my brother. But I can’t help it. I just whish he loved me back.”

Hearing that my sister was in love with me made me realize something I had been denying for years: I was in love with her, too.

*

When I next awoke the sun was already up, and I could smell the aroma of bacon. I got up, relieved my bladder, got dressed, and ventured down stairs and into the kitchen. Amy was already at the table, her mouth half-stuffed with a pancake. Mamma Helen was cooking breakfast: bacon, eggs, grits, and pancakes.

I sat across the table from Amy.

“Good Morning, Gabe,” she said with a smile. She seemed to be back to her usual chipper self.

“Good morning.” I replied, trying to return her smile.

As our eyes met. For just a moment, I could see the sadness in my sister’s entrancing gaze, despite her seemingly genuine smile. As we looked into each others eyes, seconds felt like minutes. I flashed a warm, knowing smile. As I did, I could see Amy take a short breath, and hold it for just a second before blinking and looking away.

“Gabe, are you listening?” Mom asked.

I shook myself out of my own thoughts.

“Sorry, Mom, I zoned out for a moment.”

“I asked how you wanted your eggs cooked,” she said.

“Oh, scrambled’s fine,” I replied.

Like usual, it was just the three of us at home on Sunday mornings. While Mamma Helen, Amy, and I are not very religious (I have nothing against people believing in something, I just prefer science over faith.) Dad was raised Catholic, and despite “living in sin” with two women he’s not married to, he still apparently gets something out of going to mass. Mamma Janie started going with him when she was pregnant with me, and so they continue to go together. Mamma Janie even officially converted to Catholicism. Of course, the Church they go to thinks they’re married, since we all share a last name, and they don’t know about Mamma Helen.

Sorry, that was a bit of a tangent.

In any case, as we ate, Mamma Helen told us that she was going to go shopping after breakfast, in order to get party supplies for Amy’s birthday party next weekend.

Despite how close all our birthdays were, our parents all decided to celebrate our birthdays individually, rather than with one big party, as other parents do. They said that “Each child deserves a day to feel special.” Since our birthdays were always during the school year, we always had our parties on the closest weekend to our birthdays. Since Amy’s birthday was on a Thursday this year, we would be having it on the following Saturday.

After we finishd eating, I decided to see if there was anything worth watching on one of the many streaming services we had on our family television. Normally I prefer to watch shows on my own in my room, on my computer or phone, but we occasionally watched TV as a family, especially when the new Star Trek shows come on.

I was browsing through the shows on our family watch list when Mamma Helen left the house. Almost immediately, Amy came over and stood next to the couch.

“Gabe,” Amy’s voice shook me from my daze, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I put on a smile to try to ease the tension.

“Um…,” she began, “Can… can we talk?”

“Of course,” I patted the seat on the couch next to me, signalling her to sit with me, “what’s on your mind?”

She looked relieved, as she sat next to me, “Um.. about what happened at the Renaissance Festival…”

“What do you mean?” I asked, pretending to be oblivious.

“When we…” She took a deep breath, but looked at the floor before continuing, “When you agreed to go to the Lover’s Grove… with me.” She began to blush as the words stammered out, as she stared at the floor.

“what about it?” I again feigned ignorance.

“I mean…”Amy continued, stuttering, “I know I s…s…s…said it was j…j…just being i…i…in char…r…racter.”

Her face was bright red now. I should have stopped her, or even helped her out, but she was too cute being this embarrassed.

“B…but the t…truth is…” she paused, finally looking up at my face to see the playful grin that had made it’s way onto my face, “What?”

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. I gently stroked the back of her head and whispered softly in her ear, “I was disappointed we didn’t get to go, too.”

Amy’s body went limp in my arms. All the tension she had been holding in suddenly released, almost visibly floating away. I held her for just a few moments before she pushed us apart. Tears were streaming down her face, her eyebrows were lowered, as if she were angry, and she was obviously desperately trying to hide a smile,

“You knew what I was trying to say the whole time and you let me babble on like an idiot?” Amy scolded as she punched me gently in the shoulder over and over.

“I’m sorry, Amy,” I replied sincerely, “you’re just too cute when you get embarrassed like that.”

She punched me once more, harder this time, “You’re such a meanie sometimes.”

I gently placed my hands on her bicepts, “And you’re my adorable little sister. You will always be my adorable little sister.”

Her face dropped, truly sad this time.

I hugged her again. This time she returned my embrace, “But that’s the problem,” she whispered, “I don’t want to be your sister… I… I…”

“You want to be more,” I finished her sentence for her, unwilling to let her struggle anymore.

She didn’t say anything, but I could feel her nodding, her head on my shoulder, whimpering as tears began to soak through my shirt.

I rubbed her back, and shoulders as we hugged. We held each other for a few minutes in silence before I got up the courage to reply, “I want that, too.”

Amy hugged me harder. I could feel her breasts pushing against my chest even through our clothes. She let out a little moan as I began kissing her neck. She tilted her head away from me, offering more of her neck to my lips. I began kissing all around her neck, from just above her shoulder, to behind her ear to just below her chin. My kisses were intentionally drawing closer to her mouth. If she was going to stop me, it would be now.

And stop me she did. “Gabe,” she gasped, obviously still enthralled, but she put her hand on my cheek and pulled away, keeping my face nestled in her palm, “we should stop. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

I looked her in the eyes. Even more tears were flowing out of them. I could tell it was tearing her up inside to put an end to things.

“Do you WANT to stop?” I asked.

“It’s wrong,” she stated, sliding back from me along the cushion, a tears streaming down her face as she slowly slid her hand down my neck, across my shoulder, and down my arm, “We both know it’s wrong… to feel this way…”

I took her hand in mine as it ran down my forearm.

“That’s not what I asked,” I said, gently pulling her closer. She didn’t resist. I wrapped my other arm around her waist, “Do you WANT to stop?”

Amy paused, looking into my eyes. She closed her eyes and shook her head.

“No,” she nearly whispered, “I don’t want to stop.” She looked me in the eyes again, and smiled, “but I don’t want to rush into this.”

“Amy,” I replied softly, “We’ve known each other our whole lives. We’re hardly rushing.”

“I mean…” she paused, “I just think we should… take time… to make sure we are careful…”

“You mean to make sure we don’t get caught?” I suggested.

“Yes… that,” she replied, “and also… I think… would it be okay… if we wait… just a bit… before we… go… all the way?”

She was adorably stammering again.

“What do you mean?” I asked, yet again feigning ignorance.

Amy’s face was now bright red.

“Well… I… I mean… It’s just… That is… You’re so mean!” She punched my arm.

The playful grin on my face had returned.

“I just want us to get used to our new dynamic!” she practically yelled, then quieter, “I don’t want to rush things, and ruin what we already have.”

Her stutter was gone.

“I agree,” I replied, gently placing my hand on her cheek, “I love you, Amy. I never want you to feel pressured into doing anything you don’t want to.”

Tears began to form in her eyes again, but she was smiling so big, I knew they were happy tears. Her face turned redder than ever, “I-I love you, too, Gabe.”

She wrapped her arms around me and I returned her embrace. I went to kiss her on the cheek, but to my surprise, she turned her head, and my kiss landed right on her lips. She didn’t pull back. Didn’t resist. Instead, she placed her hand on the back of my head, and kissed me back.

*

We spent the next couple hours on the couch, holding hands and cuddling while we re-watched our favorite Marvel movie. Mama Helen returned with the groceries just after the movie ended, and we helped her unload her SUV.

We spent most of the rest of the day in our own rooms, trying to keep things as seemingly normal as possible for our parents. I played some video games and did some homework. Jaden called, and we talked for an hour or so about the D&D campaign he was planning. He wanted to continue our last campaign from about two in-game months from where we left off, and told me about some of his initial plans, but wanted me to okay the idea. I though it was an interesting idea and gave my go ahead.

After Mama Janie and Dad came home, we watched a movie together while we ate dinner, and got ready for bed.

At about eleven that night, I was lying in bed, in nothing but a pair of boxers and a T-shirt, with only the light from the streetlamp outside my window illuminating the room, browsing social media on my phone when I heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Gabe,” Amy whispered through the door, “Are you awake?”

I got out of bed and went over and opened the door. My baby sister stood in the doorway, dressed in her usual October-themed orange flannel pajamas with jack-o-lanterns and bats on them. Her hair was loose, hanging down her back with a few strands draped over her shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” I asked,

Amy looked up at me with an adorable glimmer in her eyes, “Nothing’s wrong, Gabe. For once in my life, I have everything I’ve ever truly wanted. Even if we didn’t go any further… physically… than we have so far, I would be happy to just kiss and cuddle with you every night.”

I smiled, gently taking one of her hands in mine, “I would like that, too.”

Amy nearly jumped into my arms, giving me a giant hug, “I love you so much, Gabe,” I could hear her voice beginning to break.

“I love you, too Amy,” I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly.

“I never thought I’d be able to tell you, to show you how I felt,” Amy squeezed tighter as she began to cry.

“Amy,” I loosened my hug, but she kept hers tight, “Let’s lie down and cuddle, love.”

Amy held me tighter for a moment, then released all but my arm. Obviously she wasn’t going to let me go, as she followed me to the bed, clinging to my arm as if she was afraid to be separated from me. I helped her onto my bed, and lay down beside her. She re-established her bear hug, in the form of a cuddle, nuzzling her face into my chest.

“I’m not going anywhere, you know,” I tried to reassure her, rubbing her back.

“Are you sure?” she asked, her face still buried in my chest.

I laughed, “Of course. Why would I ever leave the woman I’ve wanted to be with for my whole life?”

Amy looked up at me from my chest, “Because you’d rather be with someone else?”

“Amy,” I kissed her forehead, “There isn’t another person in the world I would rather be laying in bed, cuddling with.”

“Not even… Ashley?” Amy’s face was red.

“Dear sister, are you jealous?” I teased, rubbing her arm gently.

She buried her face in my chest, “No,” then looked back up at me, “maybe?” She loosened her grip a little, still looking at me, “I saw the way you looked at her at the fair. And you do still like her. And I know that she… I mean, how she was with you… And you kept looking at her… and…”

“Amy,” I interrupted, “I only kept looking at her to force myself not to keep staring at you.”

“Really?” she perked up.

“Amy, your dress, your entire outfit was so hot, I could barely keep my eyes off you. I had to look at Ashley, to try to make things less awkward for you,” I rubbed her arms sweetly, “I do still have feelings for her, obviously, but my feelings for you are stronger by far. They always have been.”

“Really?” she smiled, looking me in the eyes, her own starting to tear up.

“Really, besides, she’s with Jaden. I could never…” I was cut off when amy quickly pressed her lips to mine and started kissing me, her tongue nearly diving into my partially open mouth.

Our tongues began to caress each other intimately. Amy’s hands slid up and down my back, and my hands followed suit. As we kissed, she began to rub her legs against mine, the flannel almost tickling my bare legs. I was surprised when she pushed me over onto my back, keeping our lips locked, and rolled on top of me. Her chest pressed into mine, then her stomach pushed against mine, then her hips pressed tightly into mine, my now-intense hard on pushing tight onto her soft mound with only our clothes between them. She ground her hips hard against mine as we kissed, her breathing getting faster.

Then suddenly, she broke our kiss and rolled off of me, laying on her back. Her hand went down between her legs, over top of her pajama bottoms.

“Gabe, I’m sorry,” she looked into my eyes as I turned on my side to face her.

“For what?” I placed a hand gently on her arm.

She rolled onto her side, still looking at me, “I don’t think I’m ready to go further. Not yet.”

“Okay,” I rubbed her arm sweetly.

“I mean, I want to… My body really wants to… I just… I need some more time…”

“It’s okay,” I kissed her cheek, “Take whatever time you need.”

Amy smiled, “You really are so wonderful.”

She leaned over and gently kissed my lips, quickly rubbing my lips with her tongue before breaking the kiss and standing up.

“Goodnight, Gabe,” she winked at me.

“Goodnight, Amy,” I grinned at her.

She returned to her bedroom through the bathroom. Once I heard the door to her room close, I tried to lay back down and go to sleep, but my cock was throbbing at all the images that were now in my head. Amy in her pajamas, the thought of her taking them off, the thought of her dressed as Elvyria, the thoughts of doing things with her…

Unintentionally, I began fondling myself to the incestuous thoughts swimming in my head. After I finally got myself off, I fell fast asleep.

*

The next day, I got up early like normal for a Monday. I took a shower and went downstairs. To my surprise, Amy was already downstairs with Mama Janie, helping her cook breakfast.

“Good morning, Gabe,” Amy beamed. The smile on her face was so bright it could have lit the room all by itself.

“Good morning,” I replied, my gaze affixed to my beautiful baby sister. She wasn’t dressed in her usual T-shirt and Jeans combo that she’d normally worn to school. Instead, she had on a cute white crop top sweater that showed off more cleavage than usual (but much less than the dress she’d worn to the fair) and a blue denim jean-skirt that came to just above her knees. Her midriff was bare from about an inch above her belly button to her waist, showing off her smooth tummy and cute belly button. She had on her usual pair of white tennis shoes to complete the outfit.

“Amy got up early and helped me make breakfast,” Mom said.

“I made the pancakes,” Amy added cheerfully. She must have seen me staring at her outfit because she subtly pointed to the table an mouthed, “sit down,” while Mama Janie wasn’t looking.

I sat at my usual spot at the table. Amy brought a plate of pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon to the table and sat it in front of me. As she did, she bent over just enough so I got a good view down her shirt. I could see she had on a white lacey bra that was nearly see-through. I could make out just the hint of her reddish-brown nipples through the fabric.

“I hope you like them,” Amy said, then kissed me on the cheek and whispered, “the pancakes, of course.”

She went back over to the kitchen to continue helping cook, leaving me blushing at the table. Also, I now had a major hard-on growing in my pants. Amy started back to the table with her own food, and grinned seeing my mild unease. She sat down next to me at her usual spot to my left, but intentionally slid just a little closer to me than normal.

From where we were sitting, our backs were against the wall, with the kitchen in front of us, so the table was between us and Mom. Because of this, Mom didn’t notice when Amy slid her leg over to mine, so that our knees were touching.

Amy smiled when I gave her a cautious glance.

“Aren’t you going to try the pancakes?” she asked.

“Oh,” I snapped out of my daze, “sure.”

I cut the pancakes into squares and used my fork to place a piece in my mouth.

“WOW,” I exclaimed, taken aback by the overwhelming combination of sweet and savory flavors.

Amy laughed, “I guess you like them.”

“These are awesome!” I replied, mulling over the flavors in my mouth. The sweetness obviously came from the pancakes and syrup, but there was also a savory flavor… something familiar…

“Is there chicken in here?” I asked.

Amy smiled, “I remembered when we ate at that chicken place a few years ago that you really liked the Chicken and Waffles so I decided to make my own take on it with Chicken Pancakes!”

“They’re wonderful!” I replied, “But why do something special?”

“Well,” Amy blushed, “I had so much fun at the Renaissance Festival, and I wanted to thank you for going with me.”

“She’s been telling me all about the fair all morning,” Mom noted, “I’m glad you two had so much fun together.”

Amy grinned at me, rubbing her leg against mine, “I wish we could go back this year.”

“Well,” Mom suggested, “The Fair does open three weekends in November. I know Jenny’s birthday party will be on the third, but maybe you could go the tenth or seventeenth. I know it’s probably really busy the last couple weekends that it’s open, but you could still go.”

Amy and I stared at Mom.

“What?” she asked, “You don’t think your dad, Mama Helen, and I considered going? Don’t forget we were the ones who introduced you to fantasy gaming in the first place.”

With everything that had gone on, it had slipped my mind that our parents were just as big into D&D as we were.

“Maybe we could all go,” Amy suggested, “perhaps on the tenth?”

“I suppose I could ask off work then,” Mom agreed, “We could even invite Jenny, although she’s already driving down here three weekends in a row, asking her to drive a forth weekend might be a bit much.”

“We should invite her anyway,” I pointed out, “She’d probably feel left out if we didn’t.”

“Good point,” Amy agreed, “I’d hate for her to miss it this year. She always loved going in the past, and it’s soooo much better now, she’d love it.”

I thought Amy was wanting to go back to the Lover’s Grove, but apparently now we were having a family outing. Not that I minded, our family was awesome to hang out with.

“We’ll ask her this weekend at Amy’s birthday party,” Mom decided.

“Great!,” Amy bounced excitedly in her chair, causing her boobs to jiggle slightly, catching my eye. It dawned on me that she’d never really worn anything to school, or in public, that showed any cleavage. I didn’t even know she had any shirts that did…

“Is that a new shirt?” I asked when I saw Mom and Amy both looking at me ogling.

“It’s one of the outfits Mama Helen helped me pick out when we went shopping before school started,” Amy examined her own outfit approvingly, “It’s been too warm for a sweater, but now I think it’s perfect.”

“Honestly,” Mom noted, “I think it’s a little more revealing than I’d prefer you wear, but I wore way worse when I was your age, so I can’t really complain. Plus, Mama Helen does have good taste in outfits. It looks really cute on you.”

Amy grinned, “That means she’s jealous.”

“I did not say that,” Mom retorted, half-grinning.

“Oh,” Amy quickly stood up, “Gabe, we need to go, we’re going to be late.”

I finished stuffing the last of my breakfast in my mouth. We hugged Mom goodbye, grabbed our backpacks and jackets, then hurried to the car. It was only after I’d pulled out of the driveway and was on the road that I looked at the time. It was a quarter to nine. We normally didn’t leave until nine o’clock.

“Amy, you know we’re not going to be late, why did you rush us out of the house?”

She blushed, “Maybe I wanted to spend some time with someone special before I have to go to my first class.”

“Really,” I grinned, “Is it anyone I know?”

Amy punched me in the arm, “It’s you, dummy.”

We both laughed as she took my hand in hers. Unlike our usual trips to school, I kept my music on a lower volume while Amy and I discussed things that were on our mind.

“You know I love holding your hand,” I started the conversation, squeezing Amy’s hand gently, “But people might think something’s up if they saw it.”

“I held your hand at the Renaissance Festival, and nobody said anything,” she noted.

“That was as Grogun and Elvyria, fantasy world lovers and spouses. They expected us to hold hands while we played in character. But as Amy and Gabe Thompson, brother and sister, we might raise some eyebrows.”

“Let’s see!” Amy exclaimed excitedly, “I mean, we’ll keep any obviously inappropriate behavior to the minimum, but I want to see if they say anything about us holding hands. Only our friends know we’re related, so we’ll see just how observant they are. No one else will care.”

“Amy, I don’t…” I started to protest, but the look in Amy’s eyes was so cute, doing her best sad puppy look, I had to agree, “Alright.”

“Yay!” Amy beamed excitedly, “and if nobody notices, then there’s no harm?”

“Even if they do notice, I’ll just tell them that my little sister’s become clingy because she can’t imagine being away from her big brother,” I teased, resulting in a quick punch in the arm.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Amy laughed.

We continued joking about it the whole way to school.

Once we’d parked and started walking from the parking deck to the school courtyard, Amy wrapped her arm around mine and held my hand in both of hers, clinging cutely as we walked. We both had on our light jackets that we usually wore in the fall, since it was chillier than normal this morning.

“Where do you want to go?” I asked.

I’d really just like to sit and cuddle somewhere, if that’s okay,” she replied.

“Okay, but where?” I reiterated.

“I’d like to sit in the courtyard, but if that’s too exposed for you, we could try to find a more secluded spot, where we wouldn’t have to be so… appropriate,” she winked at me, causing me to stumble a bit.

“The courtyard’s fine,” I replied, curious, but a little worried, about what she had meant by that last part of her statement.

Amy laughed, “Relax, Gabe. You’re just enjoying a nice fall morning with your sister. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I suppose,” I took a deep breath and tried to enjoy the morning.

Amy was right, it was a nice morning. When we arrived in the courtyard five minutes later, we sat down on one of the benches in the courtyard, which was nearly empty, due to the time of day. While most early classes start at nine, most students don’t wake up until nine-thirty, and commuters like us don’t often arrive until around nine-forty-five or ten when their first classes start. It was currently just past nine-thirty, and Amy’s first class at ten was a short five minute walk from where we were.

Amy held my hand and snuggled close, leaning against my arm, “Thank you for doing this with me.”

I kissed the top of her head, “You know I’d do anything for you, Amy. No thanks are necessary.”

She cooed cutely, making me smile.

“Awww, isn’t that cute?” I nearly jumped out of my skin at Ashley’s voice. Amy and I both looked off to the side to see Ashley walking up to us, “You two aren’t normally out here this early.”

“We, um, we just..” dammit, I couldn’t find the words to try and explain.

“I wanted to enjoy the nice autumn weather, and Gabe, gentleman that he is, offered to keep me company so guys don’t keep hitting on me.”

And Amy saves the day.

“That’s sweet of you, Gabe,” Ashley smiled at me, “Neither Tommy nor Jaden ever offered to walk me to class to stop guys from hitting on me.”

“You like guys hitting on you,” Amy retorted, “I don’t.”

Ashley laughed, “True. Well, I have to get to class. I’ll talk to you later.”

She waved bye as she continued the way she was walking. When she was out of sight, Amy burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“You,” she said, still laughing, “The look on your face when you saw Ash was priceless!”

I started laughing too, “Did you just think of what you told her just now?”

She kept laughing, shaking her head, “No, I had it planned since before we left the house. The fact that you couldn’t even speak to even try to explain it was hilarious!”

I sighed, “I’m sorry I’m so on edge. I just don’t want anything to happen that could make things… difficult.”

Amy kissed my cheek, “Gabe, I know that if most people found out, it would be big trouble for us. I’m not naïve. I just think, with a little careful planning and some caution, we don’t have to be so secretive, at least not around school. Besides, Ash, Jaden, and Tommy are our closest friends. I know they wouldn’t tell anyone, even if they found out.”

I relaxed a bit, “I suppose you’re right. I’m still a little worried how they would react if they knew how we felt about each other.”

“I know. I trust them, but I respect your caution. Just know if you ever do decide to tell them, you have my full support,” Amy nuzzled my arm, and I laid my head on hers. After a few minutes of enjoying the silence, we got up and Amy went to class. She held my hand the whole way.

I went to my class, and when I got out, Amy was just walking up. Her class got out five minutes before mine, so she would have had to hustle to get to my class so fast.

“Hey, why aren’t we meeting in the courtyard like normal?” I asked.

“I thought it would be nice to walk there together,” she replied, grabbing my hand as she fell in step next to me.

I smiled, and laughed slightly, “Okay. You really want to see what they say when they see us holding hands?”

“I really just want to hold your hand, but that seems like a good enough excuse to me,” she laughed, “come on.”

So we walked hand-in-hand to the courtyard where Tommy and Jaden were waiting as usual. Tommy eyed us suspiciously, but only said, his usual, “Hey

Jaden didn’t seem to notice, or didn’t care, that Amy and I were holding hands, “Hey, Gabe. Amy. How’s it going?”

We talked like normal for a few minutes, then went our separate ways to classes.

When I got out of class, I headed to the lunch hall where we usually ate. When I arrived, Amy was already there, as usual. When she saw me as I approached the table with my food, she stood up, waited for me to set my food down, then gave me a huge hug.

“I’ve missed you,” she said, sitting back down in the seat across the table from me.

I laughed, “It’s only been a little more than an hour, how could you miss me that quickly?”

She blushed, “There was another couple here earlier. They were holding hands and occasionally kissing just being a normal couple. It made me miss you, wishing I could kiss you.”

I looked around cautiously, to see if there was anyone we knew around. But there wasn’t.

“Okay,” I leaned across the table, and took her hand in mine, careful to not knock any food over.

Amy’s face turned redder as she leaned over and pressed her lips to mine. Her tongue brushed against my lips and I parted them just enough so our tongues could meet for just one moment before ending the kiss. Amy looked a way for a moment after she sat back down, trying to hide her very red face.

“That was nice,” she said softly.

I smiled, “It was.”

She held my hand for a moment before letting it go so we could eat.

“I keep feeling the need to thank you,” she admitted, sheepishly.

“There’s no need,” I reassured her, “I love you, Amy. You know I’d do anything for you.”

“I know. It just feels like ever since we admitted our feelings you’ve been doing things for me that make you uncomfortable. Going out of your way to make me happy.”

“I have. Not that what we’ve been doing is uncomfortable, I really enjoy being with you. But doing so in public does make me worry a little. But how can I show you how much I love you if I can’t ease out of my comfort zone?”

Amy thought about it for a moment before replying, “You know, Gabe, sometimes you surprise me with how incredibly sweet you are.”

I gently brushed my leg against hers, “And you’re incredibly incredible.”

She laughed, “Thanks, I think.”

We began eating our meals, continuing our dialogue as we did.

“You know, I think you were right,” I admitted, “Tommy and Jaden didn’t seem bothered by us holding hands.”

“And Ashley thought we were cute together,” she added.

“I doubt that’s what she meant,” I countered, “she probably just thought you looked cute snuggled up to your big brother. Which you do.”

“I don’t know, she did call us cute at the Renaissance Festival.”

“She was just playing in-character as Adora. But you have to admit, we were cute as Elvyria and Grogun.”

“But we weren’treally just playing in-character, were we. I know you were taking the opportunity to show me a small part of how you felt, just as I was to you. We just had to play it off as in-character to try to not make it awkward.”

It was my turn to blush again. After a moment of consideration, I responded, “I suppose you’re right. I didn’t want to admit it to myself at the time, but yeah. Do you really think Ashley noticed that and thought it was cute?”

“Well, I don’t know if she noticed about us, but she did seem to be getting jealous, hugging you all sensually like that when you complimented her archery skills.”

“I don’t think so, she wouldn’t get jealous about me. She’s already attached to Jaden. She was just… emotional because of the tournament.”

“Ashely? Emotional? Over a tournament? Please, she has only ever truly gotten emotional over guys. Jaden, of course, but also…”

“You’re looking too much into it,” I interrupted.

“And she called you ‘sweet’,” she continued, rubbing her legs against mine, “which you are.”

“Okay,” I conceded, “maybe she does have some small feelings for me. I’m with you. Sure, I like her, but I don’t have nearly the feelings for her that I do you,” I took her hands in mine, “Amy, I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone. I don’t want to be with her. I want to be with you!”

I suddenly realized that my voice had risen in volume to an inappropriately loud level, as the entire lunch hall grew dead silent. Amy’s face was bright red, as she stared at me, her mouth tightly shut in awkward embarrassment. Slowly the room began to fill with a mix of applause, cheers, and some laughter. I noticed tears begin sliding down Amy’s face as she continued to stare at me. She was still holding my hand, but she grabbed my bookbag with her other hand, handed it to me, then grabbed hers and threw it over her shoulder, then half-dragged me out of the lunch hall. I followed her to a place just outside, next to the wall of the lunch hall that bordered the woods. When we were far away from prying eyes, she tossed her bag to the ground and turned to face me. Her face was still red with tears now flowing uncontrollably.

“Amy, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

Amy punched me in the arm. Hard.

“You big dummy,” she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled my lips to hers, nearly forced her tongue into my mouth, and kissed me harder than she had before. Our tongues lapped at each other, rubbed and caressed each other, ran up and down each other’s teeth, all resulting in not only my intense confusion, but also an intense erection.

After about a minute, Amy finally broke our kiss, hugging me tightly.

“Amy… I…” I couldn’t find any words to say.

“I didn’t mean to get you riled up like that,” she explained, “but that was the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me. And the most embarrassing.”

We both started to laugh for a minute, still in each others embrace. After we’d caught our breath, she checked her phone for the time, “Oh, we’d better get going. No time to walk me to my class or you’ll be late to yours. I’ll meet you at your class when you get out.”

I hurried to my class, making it just in time. I couldn’t pay much attention, though, because my mind kept wandering to thoughts of Amy. When class finally let out at 3:45, I was overjoyed to see her sitting nearby, patiently waiting for me. When she saw me, she came over, gave me a big hug, and took my hand in hers, “Let’s put our books in the car, then I want to show you something.”

“Okay,” I replied both excited and a little worried. So far, she’d been pushing our public displays of affection a little further than I’d have liked, but just barely within acceptable. So far. But I wasn’t sure how far she wanted to push it.

We walked silently to the car, hand-in-hand, then put our backpacks in the trunk and she started to lead me. We went to a part of the campus I’d never been before, and honestly didn’t know existed. She led me to the other side of campus from where all my classes were, down an obviously barely traveled path into a large wooded area. A small sign called it a “Foot Trail”, but it appeared to be little more than a poorly marked area where trees happened not to be, with occasional small wooden bridges over empty ditches that would probably be streams in the rainy months.

About a quarter mile down the path, Amy pulled me off of the path toward a barely noticeable wooden structure. It was an old Gazeebo that had originally been painted white, but the paint had long been worn by the weather. She led me inside, where wooden benches were built into the railing so those sitting on them faced the inside of the structure. Looking out, it appeared to be secluded in the middle of the forest.

“I had no idea this was here!”

“Almost nobody does,” Amy grinned, “that’s what makes it perfect.”

She guided me to one of the benches and we sat down together. When she sat down, she put one leg on the bench and slid so her back was against my chest, “It’s a perfect place to cuddle.”

I wrapped my arms around her, along her bare stomach, and she leaned back against me, her head leaned against my shoulder. She took my hands in hers and sighed comfortably.

We sat there for a minute, just enjoying being close. Then, Amy slid one of her hands onto my thigh and began rubbing my leg. Following her cue, I did the same, keeping one hand holding hers against her midriff, the other gently caressing her thigh.

She looked at me, smiling, “I love you, Gabe.”

“I love you, too, Amy.”

I wanted to kiss her right then, but the angles were all wrong, so I kissed the side of her face, next to her ear, instead. Amy cooed, then slid her hand along my thigh toward my crotch. Her other hand guided mine up her belly to her chest. Just as she began caressing the bulge in my pants, she placed my hand on her chest so that my palm was on her left breast.

She moaned as I gently squeezed her boob. I moaned as she gently squeezed my cock. We both moaned as we caressed each other.

She let go of my hand, now that I knew what she wanted, then she placed hers on my hand on her thigh. As we rubbed each other, she guided my hand up her inner thigh, under her skirt, and onto her silk panties, right on her vulva.

I looked at her, about to ask a question, but she knew what I would ask and answered, “It’s okay. I’ve wanted this all day. But just on top of our clothes… for now.”

I smiled, “Okay, my love.”

Amy blushed as I began rubbing her pussy through her panties. I could feel her slit partially opening as I rubbed a finger up and down it. I could feel the heat radiating from her loins as I caressed them. My other hand began fondling her breasts in sync, and Amy moaned loudly. She resumed caressing my cock, grabbing and rubbing along with my movements.

“Oh, Oh, Gabe.”

“Mmmmmm. Yes.”

We spent more than a few minutes enraptured in our shared caresses. I began to rub her pussy harder, and she did the same to my cock. We both began to speed up our rhythm, squeezing and rubbing, our hips pressing into each others hands.

Suddenly, Amy’s breaths quickened and her rubbing slowed as mine increased. I felt her hips begin to writhe, then buck. Her hand fell from my cock as she spasmed in my arms.

“OHHHHHMMMMMMMMMAAAAAHHHHHHHWWWWOOOW!”

After a moment she settled down, sweaty in my arms, “That was…. Gabe… I’ve never felt like that before…. Even when I…. To myself….”

I kissed her cheek gently. She sat up, turned to me, then kissed me intensely. Her tongue dove into my mouth, her movements so hard our teeth clacked together causing us to laugh in mutual momentary pain as we refused to separate our lips. Loud wet smacking sounds came from our mouths as we nearly devoured each others faces.

When we finally did come up for air, we both burst out in laughter, holding each other tightly.

“I love you, Amy,” I said once again.

“I love you, too, Gabe,” Amy replied.

We held each other for a while in a loving embrace, occasionally kissing each others face or neck or lips. Suddenly, Amy’s phone rang. It was Mama Janie. Amy answered, but in “audio only” mode.

“Amy, is everything alright? You guys aren’t home yet and Gabe’s not answering his phone,” her voice sounded worried.

I checked my pocket for my phone, then remembered I’d left it in my backpack. I started to say something, but Amy put a finger to my lips.

Amy laughed slightly, “We’re fine, Gabe took me out to see a movie I’ve been wanting to see and his phone is off in the theater.”

“Oh, okay. Why are you answering if you’re in a theater?”

“I’m in the bathroom, Mom! Geeze. That’s why I’m on audio only.”

“Oh, sorry,” Mom sounded embarrassed, but relieved, “Well, you two have fun. Don’t be out too late, I’m making chili for dinner, and I know you and Gabe love my chili.”

“Okay, I gotta go. Love you, Mom.”

“Love you, too Amy.”

Amy pushed the button to disconnect the call. We looked at each other for a moment then burst out laughing again.

“Okay, you can’t tell me you had that lie planned.”

“No,” Amy laughed, “That one was off the top of my head.”

Amy saves the day once again.

“What if she asks about the movie?” I pointed out, “what are you going to say?”

Amy thought for a moment then replied, “I guess you have to actually take me to a movie now.”

We both smiled.

“Okay,” I pressed our lips together again.

*

Amy and I went to see a RomCom that Amy picked out. She said she’d wanted to see it with me since the first trailer came out, but she thought she never would. It was about, of all things, forbidden love.

A brother and sister have hidden feelings for each other, but it turns out, the two weren’t actually related. The dad was only the brother’s biological parent and the mom was only the daughter’s. Their parents weren’t even married so they weren’t technically step-siblings either. The two engage in a romantic relationship upon finding out they’re not related. However, in the end, the twist is that the parents were actually full siblings, making the lovers cousins.

We laugh about the absurdity of the situation, even though our situation wasn’t much better. In fact, in most states it’s legal for cousins to engage in romance and even marry. As siblings, we would have a much tougher time of it. However, at the time we were so hyped up on romance hormones that none of this occurred to us.

We got home at around nine thirty, after all our parents were home. They were all sitting in the living room, talking. Mama Janie looked at us suspiciously, but only for a moment before asking, “How was the movie?”

“It was good,” Amy replied, “Not as good as I’d hoped, but there were some really good parts.”

Our parents looked at me for my opinion.

“It was okay,” I tried to downplay how much I actually enjoyed it, “A bit awkward at times, really, but I can’t complain.”

The three of them laughed.

“Chili’s on the stove,” Mama Janie informed us, “Put the pot away when you’re done.”

We ate dinner, which was really good, then put everything away and went up to our rooms.

At around ten thirty, after I had gone to bed, dressed only in my boxers and T-shirt, as usual, I heard the bathroom door open, then close. I looked up to see Amy creeping toward me in the dark. Was she trying to scare me?

As she got close to my bed and started to move the covers, I jumped up, grabbed her in a bear hug, and pulled her back to the bed, growling like a monster.

Amy screamed loudly, but it was quickly muffled as I pressed our lips together. She pried herself free and punched me in the arm repeatedly.

“You. Are. Such. A. Meanie!”

“Shhhhhhhh,” I shushed her, wrapping my arms around her holding her arms against her side. She stared into my eyes as hers watered slightly. I slowly let her arms free, then stroked her hair.

We sat there for a moment, wondering if our parents had heard her scream. We listened carefully, but didn’t hear anything. They rarely ever come upstairs, since it’s just Amy, Jenny, and My rooms and bathrooms ul here, and we take care of all the cleaning and our own laundry and such, so if they had heard anything, they’d probably just yell up from the bottom of the stairs like they normally did.

After a minute, Amy whispered, “I think we’re okay.”

Just then, Mama Helen called up the stairs, “Amy, is everything alright?”

Amy replied, “Yes, Mom. Gabe just scared the daylights out of me.”

“Gabe, Leave your sister alone, and try to keep it down. I know you two don’t have to get up until later tomorrow, but all of us have work in the morning.”

“Sorry, Mom,” I yelled.

“Goodnight, you two, don’t stay up too late.”

“Night Mom!” we chimed together.

We waited a moment before saying anything else. When we were sure she’d gone back to bed, Amy punched me once more, then laughed, “I guess you have to leave me alone now. Mom said so.”

She stuck her tongue out at me, cutely.

“You know you’d be disappointed if I did,” I retorted.

She nodded, then pressed our lips together. We both lay down while we kissed, our bodies pressing against each other. We began rubbing and caressing each other. We began pressing our hips together, my erection rubbing against her vulva, our bodies separated only by our bed clothes.

“Mmmmm,” Amy moaned as I pushed my cock hard against her pussy.

Our kiss broke as I began kissing my sister’s neck. My hands rubbed all over her body. When I grabbed her butt for the first time, and pulled our nether regions tight together, Amy let out a loud gasp, then a moan, then a whimper as she trembled, her hips spasming against mine.

We writhed in our illicit embrace for what seemed like hours, our moans and gasps were only broken by the occasional whimper as Amy trembled and shook in obvious pleasure.

After a while, I began to feel as if something were off in my loins. Not a bad feeling, but different. Suddenly I realized that my dick was sliding out of the fly of my boxers. The tip of it was spreading precum all over the crotch of Amy’s pajamas.

“Gabe, What’s…?”

Amy noticed something was amiss, too, but before I could say or do anything, her hand shot to between us and grabbed ahold of my dick, pulling it completely out of the fly.

For just a second, she didn’t understand what was going on. Then, in a moment of realization, her eyes went wide, “Oh my god, Nate, I’m sorry. I didn’t…”

Despite her worried demeanor, she was still holding my dick.

“Amy, it’s okay,” I rubbed her arms.

“It’s… I mean… I’ve never… touched… one… before…”

“Well, you’re touching one now,” I whispered, “And it feels so good.”

I moaned as she gave it a little squeeze…

“Gabe,” she finally let go, “please don’t hate me…”

“I could never hate you, Amy,” I hugged her tightly, “why would you think that?”

“I… I’m not…” she began to tear up, “I’m still not ready to… you know…”

I kissed her cheek sweetly, “That’s okay, love. I don’t want you to feel any pressure to do anything.”

I pushed my cock back into the fly of my boxers and tried to secure it best I could.

“Really? You don’t want to… I mean…”

“Amy, of course I want to be with you… in every way. But not if you’re uncomfortable doing so.”

“Gabe,” Amy cried, hugging me so tightly, “How did I get so lucky to have such a wonderful brother?”

I held her tightly, “You think you’re the lucky one? Amy, I feel blessed every day just to know you.”

She laughed, “That’s sweet,” she kissed my lips gently, just a peck, “sappy, but sweet.”

She nuzzled into my chest, “Is it okay if I sleep in here tonight?”

I kissed the top of her head, “Any time you want, darling.”

“Thank you, Gabe,” she was still softly crying, “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Amy.”

We lay there together for a while until I heard the soft sounds of her breathing become deep and regular. She was asleep. Soon, as my thoughts dwelled on how precious Amy was to me, I, too, drifted off.

*

“Mmmmmm….” I woke up slowly, a pleasurable sensation rousing me from my sleep. Even with my eyes closed, I could tell the covers had been pulled back, off of me. My cock was wrapped in a hand… but not mine…

I opened my eyes and looked down to see Amy, still in her pajamas, gently stroking my exposed erection. She had it fully out of my fly, and appeared to be examining it as she moved her hand up and down it.

Now, I don’t have a monster cock like in those pornos. In fact, I’m pretty average in size, or so I’d assume. I mean, my hand fits around it just fine, and it’s not like I’m stroking a baseball bat when I rub it, but with Amy’s petite digits, that’s almost what it looked like. Her hand wouldn’t even close around it when I was fully erect, which at that time, I was.

“Amy,” I moaned, “What are you doing?”

She smiled at me warmly, “Good morning, Gabe. I’m sorry to wake you so early.”

I looked over where my phone was on the desk. I’d have had to move out of Amy’s supple grasp to check the time.

“It’s only seven thirty,” She answered my unasked question.

On Tuesdays and Thursdays, Amy’s first class was at eleven, and mine was at noon, so we didn’t have to leave the house until ten. All our parents work (Dad and Mamma Helen work Monday through Friday, and Mama Janie works Wednesday through Saturday), and leave the house between five and seven on the morning to do so. That meant Amy and I were home alone.

“I’m sorry I freaked out last night,” she continued stroking me, “I was afraid you would expect more since I touched you…” she looked at my cock again, “but now I realize that you wouldn’t expect anything I didn’t want, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt for me to get a better look this morning. I’ve never seen one before… not in real life anyway.

I moaned softly, as Amy was still holding, squeezing, and rubbing my cock, “It’s okay, Amy. I would have let you do this last night if you had wanted.”

“I know,” she laughed, “I just didn’t want to push it. Things had already gotten… hot. I thought it would be best to wait.”

“I understand,” I moaned again, “That feels good.”

Amy blushed, then grinned, “but, now that I’ve seen your… um… thing… I think you deserve a look at something, too.”

I sat up as she began unbuttoning her pajama shirt, slowly, one button at a time, not revealing anything until all the buttons were unfastened. Then, she slowly pulled it back and off, revealing her bare chest to the room.

I took a moment to appreciate what I was seeing. For the first time, I was seeing my little sister’s breasts completely bare. They were magnificent. Just big enough to cup in my hands, but not so big they’d overflow, topped with tiny pink nipples that were poking straight to me, beckoning me to fondle them.

“They’re not too small are they?” Amy asked, blushing bright red.

“Of course not!” I replied, “They’re perfect.”

Amy blushed even brighter red, “Do you… Do you want to… touch them?”

“Only if you’re comfortable with it,” I tentatively reached toward my sister’s gorgeous grapefruits.

She nodded, taking my hands in hers and placing them on her chest, “I enjoyed you touching them in the gazeebo. I want to feel your touch without barriers.

My hands gently squeezed and massaged her glorious bosom. Amy moaned as I gently caressed her nipples with my thumbs.

“Oh, Gabe…”

I scooted closer, then began kissing her neck, just under her ear, as I massaged her chest. She lay back on the bed, letting me lay with her, kissing along her clavicle until I reached her chest. As I started kissing the tops of her breasts, slowly slid one hand down her chest, then her stomach. When I reached the waist of her pants, I stopped, teasing at her waistband. I continued kissing her breasts until one landed right on her nipple.

“Gabe…” Amy gasped, gently grabbing my hand in hers. For a moment, she held it there, as if pondering what she wanted. Then, she placed my hand on top of her pants, on her pussy. For a moment, I felt her mound, soft and plump, beneath my palm. But that was quickly replaced by her own hand that she had slid under her pants. She began rubbing and caressing her own slit as I held her hand, feeling every motion.

I continued kissing and sucking on her nipples, first one, then the other, then the first again. She began to moan louder and louder. Suddenly, she began to squeel and then screamed as her pussy began spasming on her hand, which she was now sliding at least two fingers deep in and out. As I held her hand, I began to slowly take control of it, pushing and pulling on it, in and out.

“Oh! God!” she screamed as her eyes closed, and she arched her back, pushing her pussy hard onto her hand, which I was holding firm as it slid deep into her. Her hips bucked over and over.

“OhOhOhOh Oooohhhhhhhhmmmmmm!”

Her breathing got heavy, and her motions quickened until…

“OOOOOHHHHHFFFFUCK!”

I felt her hand go still, with her hips pushing hard, trembling. I slid my hand that was on her breasts, around to her back as she arched back, trying to help support her. A moment later, she curled up, trembling and moaning as she squeezed her legs tightly on our hands.

“MmmmmmmmWOW!”

She slowly calmed down, then settled, laying back onto the bed, nearly limp with her hand still on her pussy, with mine atop it.

“Oh, Gabe….” She stared into my eyes, “That was…. Wow…”

We stared into each others eyes for a moment, then slowly, gently, I kissed her. This time, her tongue didn’t jump into my mouth like normal. She just pushed her lips hard against mine, and began to cry.

I gently broke our kiss, “What’s wrong?”

Amy smiled, still crying, “Nothing. I don’t even know why I’m crying. I’m just so…. Happy!”

I laughed slightly, and kissed her again, then let go of her hand on her crotch and wrapped it around her, pulling her into a big hug. She started to do the same, but then pulled away slightly and looked at her hand, now drenched in her sex juices.

“Ugh,” she laughed, “I… um…”

She started to wipe her hand on the bed sheets, but I stopped her. I wasn’t worried about messing up the sheets, they were already drenched in sweat and other fluids. Instead, I had a use for her pussy juices.

She looked at me, curiously, “What are you doing?”

“Here,” I gently guided her hand toward my dick, “I want to get off, too.”

Cautiously, she reached for my dick, hesitating only a moment until I said, “I love you. Whatever you do.”

She smiled, “I love you, too,” then took hold of my shaft. The feeling of her cum along my cock was heavenly. As soon as she grabbed it, it nearly slipped out, her juices being literally made as cock lubricant. She giggled, then began stroking me slowly. I leaned back and let the pleasure flow from my groin to my whole body. I gently took her slippery hand in mine and guided it up and down, showing her how I like it. I guided her hand faster, then slower, then faster again. Once she had the rhythm down, I let go and she began to stroke me off faster and then slower again, faster then slower. After a bit, her juices had started to rub off. She took her hand off my erection for a moment. I opened my eyes just in time to see her push her hand under her pants, finger herself for a bit, then pull it out and rub it all over my cock.

“Oh, God, Amy. This feels sooo good.”

She stuck her other hand in her pussy and began fingering herself as she jerked me off. God, it was so hot. Then she took both hands and began to stroke me with them both. My hips began to buck as she created what could have been a simulated pussy canal, squeezing with one hand, then the other as she stroked me.

My breathing increased, “Amy… I’m getting close…”

She began stroking faster, “I want to see you cum, Gabe. Cum for me, cum for your little sister who loves you.”

Amy’s vocal encouragement made me laugh, but also pushed me to my climax faster.

“Oh, Gabe, please cum for me. Please cum on meeeeeee ah, yeah!”

Just as she requested, my seed shot straight onto her perfect boobs, coating them with stream after stream with hot cum. She kept stroking, but slower, making me shiver with ecstatic sensitivity as my cock continued to pump wave after wave of cum onto my sister.

“Oh, Gabe, Oh wow, that’s a lot.”

“Uuummmuhhhmmnnnn,” was all I was able to reply.

After a few seconds, which felt like minutes, my cock slowed its bursts until the last spurt trickled down my cock over Amy’s hands.

As my senses returned, I looked up at my sister as she played with her sperm covered breasts.

“GOD, Gabe, is this hot or what?”

“You are very hot.”

She laughed, then straddled my hips, pushing her pussy down hard onto my softening cock which almost instantly began to reverse course back to an erection. She leaned down, pressing our chests together, then kissed me, her tongue diving instantly into my mouth and assaulting mine. As I began to kiss her back, she began to grind on my cock as she smeared my cum from her chest to mine.

She broke our kiss, “Gabe, I really want to fuck you… but I don’t think I’m ready yet. I mean, I want you inside me badly, but I’m still not emotionally ready to take that step. Does that make sense?”

I smiled reassuringly at her, “I understand, Amy. I wouldn’t want to just fuck because we’re horny. I want to make love to you. And for that, the timing needs to be right for us both.”

Amy blushed, “That’s… actually exactly how I feel. I just couldn’t put it in such beautiful words.”

She kissed me once more, then rolled off of me, “We should probably wash your bed sheets before tonight.”

I laughed, “You’re probably right.”

After taking much needed showers, getting dressed and putting the bed clothes into the washing machine on “heavy wash”, we got our stuff for the day and headed to school.

We managed to maintain some semblance of appropriateness during most of the day at school. Amy still insisted on holding my hand, which I’ll admit, I enjoyed. After lunch, we had some time before my last class at 4:00, and Amy didn’t have anymore classes that day, so normally we would just hang out in one of the social centers. However, today Amy wanted to do something else.

“Gabe, let’s go for a walk,” she nuzzled up to my arm. She was dressed in her usual jeans and long-sleeve T-shirt, because she only had one skirt and it was needing to be washed. I also had on my standard jeans and a T-shirt. We both also had on our jackets, so all in all we looked like we usually did.

“Do you want to visit… where we did yesterday?”

“Actually, I had something more romantic in mind.”

“Really, what?”

She laughed, “Don’t get too excited, it’s also more appropriate than what we did yesterday…or last night…or this morning.”

We both smiled at the memories of our recent fun activities.

“Okay,” I agreed, “Lead the way.”

She took me by the hand and led me across campus, in a similar direction as the gazeebo, but not directly there. After about a ten minute walk, we found ourselves at the entrance to the on-campus botanical gardens we showed the attendant at the front our student IDs and they let us right in.

We strolled through the gardens, arm-in-arm

“See, isn’t this wonderful?” Amy nearly purred as she held my arm close.

“It is nice,” I replied, “Some day you’re going to have to tell me how you keep finding all these romantic places

She blushed, but laughed, “It’s a secret and I shall never tell.”

I laughed, “I have ways of making you talk.”

“Oh no,” she feigned fearfulness, “My brother’s going to try to torture me for information. Please don’t hurt me big brother.”

She made a “sad puppy dog” face and blinked her eyes trying to be cute.

“There’s only one kind of torture that will get what I want… TICKLE TORTURE!” I started tickling her sides, causing her to laugh uncontrollably while trying to defend herself. In doing so, she tripped and fell back into a flower bed. I tried to catch her, but she pulled me down and rolled on top of me, our backpacks making our positions awkward. She was on top of me, looking into my eyes.

“No. Tickling,” she commanded. Then gave me a quick peck on the lips, “In public anyway.”

We both laughed as we helped each other up. Miraculously none of the flowers in the bed were smashed, but we figured we’d better move along before anyone saw us.

We continued walking, hand-in-hand until we reached a small path that led into a greenhouse.

“I wonder what’s in here?” Amy mused unconvincingly, as if she already knew the answer, “Let’s find out!” and half-dragged me inside.

Inside the greenhouse, the temperature was a lot warmer than the chilly outside. In fact, we both took our jackets off almost immediately. Amy handed me hers and I held them both under my left arm as she had been holding my right hand. The environment inside was almost alien, with large leafy plants, various flowers I couldn’t readily identify, and a nearly rock path that wound throughout the jungle-esque terrain.

“Wow!” I exclaimed excitedly.

“I know, right?” Amy was smiling at me.

“It’s like we’ve traveled back in time!”

“Come on, I want to show you something,” Amy took my hand and led me around the path.

We ended up at an area where the path split off, one way going down and the other staying level. Amy led me down the lower path which ended at the base of a metal dinosaur statue with a bench in front of it.

Amy read the plaque aloud, “Deinonychus was a small meat-eating dinosaur. It lived in what is now North America during the Early Cretaceous Period. This dinosaur had a large, sickle-shaped talon on the second toe of each foot. When not in use the claw was held off the ground to keep it sharp.”

I smiled, “Let’s sit for a bit… darling.”

Amy blushed, “Gaaaabbe…”

“Yes?… Darling.”

She laughed, blushing more, “What if someone hears you?”

“Amy, yesterday I loudly confessed my love for you to the entire Lunch Hall. We’re in a greenhouse with nobody around.”

“Yes… but… I mean…. Um… Ashley and Jaden don’t eat there when we are there…”

“And they do come here? Enough that you’re worried they might hear me call you… Darling?”

“I… Yes?”

“So, Ashley is who told you about the gardens!”

“Okay. Yes. Fine. Happy?”

I grinned, “And the gazeebo?”

Amy looked away, blushing hard, but turned back to me, “You cannot infer that from the information you have. You can only infer that she told me about this place. A-a-after a-all, I wasn’t w-w-worried about her s-s-seeing us at the g-gazeebo. And we did a lot m-more.”

I smiled, “Okay, I suppose that’s a fair point.”

Despite my sister’s adorable stutter indicating she was embarrassed about it, her logic was impeccable.

“Come on, let’s sit, my love.”

“GABE!” Amy nearly yelled, but sat anyway, laughing. I sat next to her, placing our coats and backpacks beside the bench. Amy wrapped her arm around mine and snuggled close.

“You really are wonderful, Gabe. Thank you.”

“Amy, one of these days you’re going to realize you don’t need to thank me for just treating you how you deserve.”

Amy smiled, blushing, “I already know that. But I still want you to know I appreciate everything you do for me.”

I smiled, “You show me that every day, Amy. You don’t need to say it, although it is nice to hear.”

I looked around quickly, then placed a hand on Amy’s cheek and gently guided her lips to mine. I expected her to pull back quickly, just in case Ashley and Jaden were there, although the chances were slim. But instead, she gave into the kiss, her tongue finding its comfortable spot in my mouth with my tongue keeping it company.

As we kissed, I began hearing a familiar voice in the distance. Two voices. Ashley and Jaden! They were discussing the flowers in here, but their voices were coming closer.

Amy kept kissing me just a bit longer, then pulled away just as they came into view.

“…oh, there’s someone already here,” Jaden interrupted his own sentence.

“It’s Amy and Gabe!” Ashley sounded surprised, “What are you two doing here?”

Ashley and Jaden were holding hands, walking close together like any couple on a romantic walk would.

“You made the gardens sound so lovely, I wanted to see them myself,” Amy lied like a champion, “So I asked Gabe to keep me company.”

“Protect you from guys hitting on you?” Ashley recalled yesterday’s dialogue.

“Something like that,” I chimed in.

“See, Jaden, I told you Gabe was a sweet brother,” Ashley smiled at Jaden.

“I never doubted it,” he replied, “He’s always taken care of his little sister.”

“You know we’re right here, right?” I asked sarcastically.

He laughed, “It is kind of cute, you and Amy being so close. My sister and I were never really close when I lived with her and my parents in New York. But since I’ve been away, she and I actually talk more than we did before.”

“You came down here just for college, didn’t you?” Amy asked.

“Yeah, I went home for the summer after my first year here, but last summer, after Ashley and I started dating, I stayed with her at her and Tommy at their parents’ house.”

“Mom and Dad made him sleep in the guest room, for obvious reasons,” Ashley winked at us.

Amy looked at her phone, “Oh, Gabe, it’s almost four. You should get to class. I’ll stay here with Ash and Jaden. Thank you for keeping me company.”

We stood up and I put on my jacket and backpack. We hugged each other like proper siblings, and I headed to class. As I was leaving, I heard Ashley and Amy both start giggling, and wondered for a moment if they had set up the meeting we’d just had. Amy had proven to be more guileful than I’d known, but just what else could she have been hiding?

*

When I got out of class, Amy was waiting for me at my class, like usual. We walked together to the car, again holding hands. We talked the whole ride home, although mostly about a school project Amy had been assigned. When we got home, we ate dinner with our parents and discussed our days and potentially going to the Renaissance Festival as a family the weekend after Jenny’s party in November. After dinner, Amy and I went to our individual rooms and did our homework. Around ten thirty I took a shower and went to bed.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, Amy came into my room via the bathroom again.

“Gabe, are you awake?”

“Only just. What’s up?” I slowly sat up.

Amy sat beside me on the bed, “I had a lot of fun today.”

“So did I,” I gently wrapped my arm around her.

She leaned her head on my shoulder, “Gabe, I know we’ve been doing a lot of stuff… physically… getting closer. And I like it. Actually, I love it. But, um, do you think tonight we could just… cuddle. I mean, I just…”

“Of course,” I interrupted, “You don’t need to explain,” I kissed the top of her head, “I care about you, Amy. And your feelings are important.”

I gently guided her to the bed and lay next to her, pulling the covers over us. I turned on my side to face her. She gently kissed me on the lips, only slightly rubbing my lips with her tongue, then turned to face away from me, but snuggled back into a spooning position, her back tight against my chest, her butt against my groin.

I gently wrapped my arms around her midsection, respectfully, but she grabbed my left hand, which was under her, and placed it right below her boobs, and then took my right hand and placed it on her stomach, just below her belly button. She snuggled tight into me, obviously comfortable, and held my hands in hers.

“Goodnight, Gabe.”

“Goodnight, darling.”

Amy cooed, “I actually love it when you call me that.”

“I know,” I kissed the back of her head, “Sweet dreams, love.”

“You, too, my beloved.”

We both giggled at our use of pet names, then slowly settled into sleep.

*

I woke up the next morning to the pleasurable sensation of Amy’s butt grinding on my cock. We were still spooning, my hands laying where they had been.

“Ohmmm,” Amy gasped into a moan.

I gently pulled her to my chest, snuggling into her back.

“Oh, good morning,” Amy sighed happily.

“Good morning,” I replied kissing the back of her neck sensually. She responded by pushing her butt hard into my erection.

“Gabe,” she slowly turned around to face me, “Thank you for yesterday. It was so wonderful to be able to spend time with you without…” she let the words hang.

“Without what?”

“Without… expectations… I guess?”

“Amy,” I kissed her forehead, “The only expectation I have is to keep loving you. Anything else, anything we do, is just an expression of that love. Whether it’s enjoying each others bodies in a gazeebo, or sitting in a park under a dinosaur statue, both are equal expressions of my love for you.”

Amy’s eyes began to tear up, but she quickly blinked them away, “Ashley’s right, you are the sweetest brother… the sweetest guy… ever.”

She hugged me tightly, then kissed me on the lips. As usual, her tongue dove into my mouth, seeking out its mate, which promptly came up to greet it.

As we kissed, Amy pushed her chest against mine, and her hips against mine. She began grinding her hips against mine.

“Gabe,” she moaned, breaking our kiss, but not stopping her hips, “I wish we had more time this morning,” she whispered into my ear, “I want to show you how special you are to me.”

Suddenly both of our phone alarms went off simultaneously, indicating it was eight o’clock. If we didn’t get up and ready for school now, we’d be late.

“Awwwwww…” Amy groaned.

I kissed her lips softly, and despite her tongue’s attempt to lengthen the kiss, it was just a peck.

“Tell you what,” I suggested, “if you want, after school, we can go to the gazeebo,” Amy’s smile returned, “there you can show me anything you want.”

“Okay,” she agreed.

“However, apart from holding hands, let’s try to maintain sibling appropriate interactions. Just so we don’t accidentally do something to expose our… relationship.”

Amy giggled, “Like make out in front of Ash and Jaden in the gardens?”

I laughed, “exactly.”

“Wait, you said apart from holding hands, meaning you still want to hold my hand?”

“Of course. I actually really like holding your hand.”

She giggled again, taking my hand in hers, “well you can hold it any time you want.”

We hurriedly got up, took showers, and got ready for school. Amy asked if she should wear her skirt, but I suggested she save it for tomorrow. We each grabbed a pop tart from the pantry, which we ate in the car on the way to school.

When we arrived at school, we held hands on the way to Amy’s first class, and whenever we were together the rest of the day. When we met Tommy and Jaden between classes, Amy still clung to my arm, in defiance of social expectations. If either Tommy or Jaden thought it was weird, they didn’t say so. During lunch, Amy and I talked about the usual school stuff. She tried to get me to tell her what Jaden planned for our next D&D campaign, but since he wanted to present his idea on Friday, I kept tight lipped.

After our last classes, we put our backpacks in the car as before, (I made sure to keep my phone on me this time) and we headed into the woods via the same path as before.. As we reached the gazeebo, Amy stopped in the middle of it, pulled me close, and kissed me hard. We made out for a moment, just standing there. When we finally pulled apart, Amy stared into my eyes for a moment.

“Dance with me, my love,” she pulled out her phone and pulled up a playlist, “I made this in class, thinking about you.”

As Romantic music started playing, Amy sat her phone down, took my hand in hers, and began to slow dance. Having never been good at dancing myself, I started following her steps.

“You’re really bad at this, aren’t you?” she observed.

“I only went to one school dance in high school, and even then my date and I barely danced.”

“I remember,” Amy replied, “I was watching you from the sidelines. She wasn’t even that good of a dancer either, although she seemed more interested in rubbing your butt than anything else.”

“Yeah, but her hands were like gorilla hands. That’s one reason we didn’t last.”

Amy smiled, “How do my hands feel?”

She grabbed my butt, gently caressing it as we stumbled as if dancing. Her hands felt wonderful, nice and soft against my rear.

“Very nice,” I replied, laughing.

She moved her hands back to my shoulders, “I really do love spending time with you, Gabe, Beyond just sexual stuff.”

I smiled, “So do I.”

We danced for a few minutes until the song changed a couple times.

“Let’s sit down, darling,” Amy suggested, leading me to the bench. We sat, and she snuggled close.

“Gabe, would you be upset if we waited just a bit longer to do more sexy stuff? I’m just really enjoying this.”

I kissed her cheek, “Not at all.”

“Thanks, Gabe. You really are the best.”

She kissed me on the lips, again probing my mouth with her tongue. We sat there, making out some more, enjoying each others presence while Amy’s phone played another romantic jazz song.

Soon, we find ourselves rubbing each others shoulders, then arms.

“Mmmm,” Amy moaned softly, then she broke our kiss, “I love you, Gabe. I know I say it all the time, but it’s just how I feel. I can’t think of any other words to explain my feelings.”

I smiled, “Amy, you don’t need to explain them. I share your feelings. No matter what anyone else says, our love is pure and good.”

She smiled in return, “I just really… mmmm… Gabe… I’ve never felt like this before… about anyone…”

“Neither have I, Amy. I know things may be in a weird place, with our friends and family now, because of our relationship, but being with you is worth it.”

A tear began to roll down her eye, but suddenly my phone buzzed, interrupting the tender moment. It was a text message from Mama Janie: “R U 2 Gna B L8 Agn?”

Amy laughed when she saw the message, “Why can’t our parents send full messages like normal people?”

“I don’t know. Dad said it was how they texted before phones had full keyboards or something.”

“Tell her we’ll be there in an hour,” she sighed.

I replied to the text: “we’ll be home by six”.

“I guess it would be suspicious being too late twice in a week,” I noted.

“Yeah,” Amy sighed again, then smiled, “At least we can have more… fun… tonight.”

I laughed, “Of course, my love.”

We walked back to the car and headed home. Despite our relatively chaste last couple days, I really had enjoyed spending time with Amy. With any of my exes, we had never been able to go out and just have fun like that. Amy was something very special to me. Realizing that, I knew right away what I wanted to give Amy for her birthday.

When we finally got home, Amy made some excuse about having to stay over to ask one of her professors something. I tell you, that girl can make up a lie that a priest would believe.

That night, after eating dinner and saying goodnight to our parents, Amy and I went to our own rooms for a bit, getting dressed for bed. I dressed in my boxers but nothing else and climbed in bed. Almost immediately, Amy opened the bathroom door. My heart skipped a beat as I saw she was only wearing her pajama bottoms and nothing else. I stared for a moment at her perfect breasts, illuminated only by the light of the streetlight outside my window.

“Gabe? Everything okay?”

I shook my head out of my daze, “Yeah. It’s just, for a moment, you looked like a goddess.”

She looked a way, blushing, “Shuddup. I’m not that pretty.”

“Come here, love,” I replied, “And let me tell you how pretty you truly are.”

She slowly crept over, then sat on the bed. I pulled the covers back, inviting her into my bed. When she climbed in, I wrapped my arms around her.

“Amy, you are not only the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the privilege to know, not just because of your cute face or adorable personality, but you have the most genuinely beautiful soul I’ve ever known. You are more than pretty, Amy. You’re magnificent.”

Amy stared into my eyes, tears beginning to glisten. I’d never seen her cry so much as she had the last few weeks. I began to wonder if something was wrong that she may not be aware of.

However, as she kissed me, pulling our chests together, the feeling of her soft breasts against my chest drove all those thoughts away. After a moment, she broke our kiss, and began tugging at my boxers.

“You might as well take these off. I’ve already seen you down here. I want to show you how happy I am.”

I obliged, pulling my boxers down and kicking them somewhere under the covers. Amy gently grabbed my cock with her hand, and started stroking it. I gently cupped her breasts in my hands, feeling their soft flesh slide under my palms. Amy’s nipples were perky, pressing against my hands.

As she stroked my cock with one hand, she slid the other under her pants and began fingering herself. I moaned as she rubbed them both at the same time. Then, she switched hands, placing her pussy-soaked hand on my shaft, slathering her juices all over it as she had two nights before. Then she pulled her other hand out of her pussy and rubbed more of her juices onto my cock.

My sister then crawled on top of me, her hand gently stroking my erection. As she positioned herself atop me, she pressed my erection into her soft mound, nestling my cock into her slit, only her pants preventing me from going inside.

“Oh, Amy,” I moaned as she pushed hard against me.

She began moving her hips, sliding my cock along her slit. She moaned, “Gabe, this is only a portion of what I truly want to do with you.”

She pushed hard, my cock feeling like it might bust through her pants, “I wish I could have told you sooner how I felt about you, Gabe. I just never knew that you felt the same.”

She began kissing my shoulders, neck, and face, “I want to be with you, Gabe, forever. I never want to stop being yours, loving you… and making love to you…”

She moved her hips faster and harder. It had been nearly two days since we had done anything like this, and I hadn’t pleasured myself in all that time. I was nearly ready to explode when she crawled on top of me. Now, I could feel my climax building. And it was sure to be a big one.

My hips began to move with hers as she began pushing fast, then slow, then fast again, as I had shown her with her hand. The ecstatic pleasure raced through me as she rubbed fast, only to relax as she went slow, drawing out my climax, holding it off for just a bit longer. But I couldn’t hold it for much longer… especially when she said…

“Cum for me, Gabe. Cum for your little sister.”

“Aaahhhmmmmmmmm,” My moan was stifled as Amy pressed her lips to mine as streams of white fluid burst forth from my erection, covering her pants crotch, myself, the covers, and the bed.

Amy’s tongue found its way into my mouth as my orgasm continued. Her tongue against mine drew out the pleasure, causing me to hold her tighter than I already was. I moaned as our tongues twirled together and my cock blasted wave after wave of semen coating us. Amy kept rocking, rubbing her soaking pussy along my slippery cum-covered cock as if trying to pump every last drop from my body.

By the time my orgasm finally slowed, I had lost all sense of reality. When my senses returned, all I could see was Amy’s smiling face over me, looking deep into my eyes.

“You really enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

“Mmhmmm,” was all I could vocalize.

She whispered into my ear, “Just wait until you’re actually inside me.”

The thought of actually fucking my little sister was titillating, but my recent climax stifled the impact.

Amy slid off me and snuggled against my side. We lay there for a while, and I dozed off for a moment. When I woke up, Amy was looking at me, just watching me.

“Hey,” she kissed my lips softly, “we should probably change your sheets before we go to sleep.”

I laughed, “you’re probably right.”

We got out of bed and put the bed sheets into the laundry basket in my room. I found my boxers in the mess and slid them on.

“Oh, why are you putting those back on? Don’t you want to play some more?”

I sat on the bed and beckoned my sister to sit beside me. She did so with a worried look on her face.

I took her hands into mine, “Amy, tomorrow’s your birthday, and I want to give you something very special. But to do so, I’d like you to sleep in your own room tonight.”

“But, Gabe, I…”

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’ll come to you in the morning once our parents have left for work,” I held her hands tightly, “I love you sooo much.”

I could tell she was holding back tears, despite the smile on her face. I gently cupped her face in my hand, “Are you going to be okay sleeping by yourself?”

She laughed, “Of course, Gabe. I don’t need to sleep in your bed with you, I just really like doing so. I just don’t see why you don’t want me to…”

“It’s not that I don’t want you to. In fact, I prefer sleeping with you in my arms. But to give you what I want to, I need to get up early and get ready, to make it special. Understand?”

Amy nodded, “I think so, if you’re suggesting what I think you are, then…”

“Shhhh,” I placed a finger on her lips, “I don’t want you to feel pressured into it, even though you’ve expressed your desires quite well. So just take tonight to sleep on it and I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”

She nodded sheepishly, “Gabe,” she gave me a big hug, “I love you.”

I hugged her back, “I love you, too, Amy.”

We held each other tightly for a moment, then kissed each other goodnight. As Amy left my room, I went over my plan for the morning in my mind. I wanted to be prepared, to try and make the morning as perfect as I could.

*

On the morning of Amy’s birthday, things were a bit different. Normally on Thursdays, because of our later classes, Amy and I would sleep until eight thirty or nine, but today was going to be special.

I woke up at six thirty and waited for our parents to all leave. When I was sure we were alone in the house, I got out of bed and went into the bathroom that adjoins Amy’s and my bedrooms. I brushed my teeth to make sure I didn’t have morning breath, took a shower, and put on deodorant. I dressed in a pair of boxers and a plain white T-Shirt. Finally, I was ready. I knocked on the door to Amy’s room.

“It’s open,” Amy called from in her room.

I opened the door to see Amy sitting on her bed, dressed in nothing but a pink T-shirt and black panties. Her hands were in her lap, her knees closed, and she was looking down at her feet. She looked adorable, but nervous.

“Good morning, Amy,” I said with a smile, “Happy Birthday.”

“G-good morning, G-Gabe,” she stuttered, “C-can we T-talk?”

“Of course,” I walked over to her bed and sat down next to her, “You can always talk to me, Amy. About anything.”

I placed a gentle hand on her arm. Her breathing calmed, she placed her hand gently on mine and looked into my eyes, “If I wasn’t your sister, would we still be friends?”

“Honestly,” I replied, “If we weren’t siblings, I would have asked you out years ago.”

“Really?” Amy’s eyes opened wide.

“Really,” I assured her, “you’re an amazing young lady, Amy, and I’m glad I’ve had the chance to be your brother. But even if we were just two people who met on the street, I would still have fallen in love with you.”

“Y…you’re in love with me?” she looked like her eyes were about to tear up again.

“Of course I am, silly,” I took both her hands in mine, looking into her eyes, “Amy, my darling little sister, you have always been the best part of my entire life. Is it so surprising that I’m in love with you?”

“I… I am?” she looked genuinely surprised, “Gabe… you’re the best part of my life, too.”

Amy wrapped her arms around me, and pressed her lips to mine, her tongue instantly finding its way into my mouth. We slowly fell back onto her bed, cuddling as we kissed, our tongues dancing against each other. After a minute, I broke our kiss, looking into my little sister’s eyes, “Amy, today’s your birthday, and I want to give you something very special. I know you may not be ready to go all the way yet, and I respect that. But I want to give you the best gift I can, so I want to give you me. Whenever you’re ready, no matter how long it takes, I’m yours, completely”

Amy smiled, then kissed my cheek sensually, just next to my ear, and whispered, “I’m ready, now.”

“Really?” I asked, “Are you sure? I mean, I don’t want you to feel pressured in any way.”

“I’m sure,” she gently rubbed my sides, “I’ve been thinking about it since we admitted our feelings to each other on Sunday. I want to be with you, Gabe, in every way.”

“Okay,” I kissed her cheek gently.

Amy laughed, and then pressed our lips together in a short but passionate kiss. After a second, she broke the kiss and said, “Gabe, I know it’s my birthday, and you’re giving me a wonderful gift. But I want to give you something, too. You may have noticed that I haven’t really had any boyfriends in my life.”

I started to speak, but she shushed me.

“The reason for that is that every boy who ever asked me out, I would compare to you. Your kindness, protectiveness, sense of humor, everything. And after a while, I realized that only one person would do as my boyfriend. You. So I’ve been saving myself for you, even though I thought you would never know. Gabe, I want to give you… my virginity.”

Her eyes were filling with tears as she smiled bigger than I’d ever seen her smile.

“Amy,” my lips were trembling, from excitement, fear, nervousness, even happiness, “I…”

Amy cut me off, “I know, you’ve probably been with at least a few of the girlfriends you’ve had. It’s okay.”

“Amy,” I repeated, “I have had some sexual experiences with a couple of my exes, but we never went all the way. Every time we would get close to it, something would just feel… off. None of my relationships ever progressed past oral.”

“You mean…?” Amy started.

“I’m still a virgin, too,” I finished her sentence, then continued, “and when I said I want to give myself to you, completely, I meant my virginity, as well.”

The smile on Amy’s face somehow got even bigger. She pulled me tight to her in the tightest hug I’ve ever had. She began kissing my neck, rubbing her legs against mine, and rubbing my back with her hands. My cock began to stand up as I rubbed my hands all over my little sister’s body.

I kissed her cheek and neck, then broke our embrace, gently placing her on her back. I took my shirt off, discarding it on the floor, then slowly helped her do the same. As I did, she looked into my eyes, smiling. Her face flushed red as the fabric brushed past her perfect breasts and came off.

Amy moaned loudly as I cupped her breasts in each of my hands, gently massaging and caressing the nipples. I leaned over and gently kissed one of her nipples, then licked, then sucked.

“Oh,” Amy sighed, “Gabe…”

I could see her begin to close her eyes as I kissed her bosom, first one, then the other. Her arms relaxed beside her, while her hands began to slowly grasp at her bedsheets. I kissed her chest for a few minutes, then slowly began to kiss down her taught tummy. I could hear Amy’s breathing speed up as I neared her nether regions.

“Gabe,” she said softly, higher pitch than normal, as I grasped the rim of her pink panties.

“Yes, my love?” I replied, looking up into her eyes which gazed adorably down her nearly naked body.

She hesitated a moment, smiling, upon hearing me call her “my love.”

“I love you, Gabe,” she announced, “with all of my heart.”

“I love you, too, Amy,” I replied, “with every fiber of my being.”

Amy placed her hand on mine, both of us grasping the waist of her panties, and slid them down and off.

My first glimpse of my sister’s mound left my heart pounding. I had never seen a more perfect pussy, whether in real life or on the internet. Her mound was plump, her slit barely open with a tiny, yet visible clit poking out the top. She had shaved, obviously recently, because it was perfectly smooth and hairless. Amy’s pussy was so perfect, in every way, that, for a moment, my brain refused to accept that this was actually reality, not some fantasy or dream.

I tenderly touched the soft flesh of my sister’s labia with my fingers, enthralled in the beauty of her mound. She sighed, with a soft moan, as I probed her slit. Her hands began to grasp at the bed again as I slid first one, then another finger into her opening. I gently brushed my fingers across her clit, and as I did, a loud moan escaped her lips.

Gently, I kissed her inner thighs as my fingers caressed her sensitive spot. I could hear Amy’s breathing grow more rapid as my kisses grew nearer and nearer to her mound. When I finally landed a kiss on her slit, gently rubbing my tongue along it, Amy’s legs trembled with anticipation. I moved one hand aside, caressing her legs gently as my other hand gently guided her pussy lips open so my tongue could explore inside. As I began to lick the interior of my sister’s sex, I could taste her sweet nectar, which lined her insides.

“Oh… Gabe… That… Feels so good…”

My sister’s encouragement got my cock harder than I’d ever felt it. As hard as I was, and as much as I craved to be inside her tender loins, I wanted her to enjoy our first time as much as I surely would. I was most experienced at oral, giving and receiving, but I hadn’t done much more than that, apart from manual stimulation. So I continued to kiss and lick at my sister’s honey pot until her hips were writhing.

“Gabe,” she placed her hand on my cheek, “I want you… inside me… please.”

Smiling, I removed my boxers, then returned to my place between my sister’s legs. I slowly kissed up Amy’s body, first on her mound, then her clit, then just below her navel, then just above, each kiss drawing a moan from her lips. As I reached her magnificent breasts, I kissed each one gently on the nipple, causing her hips to writhe as I gently sucked. When my kisses reached her neck, Amy began clawing at my back. I kissed her chin, then finally her lips. As I did, I gently rubbed my cock against her mound, the mixture of her juices and my saliva coating my shaft. I looked into my sister’s eyes.

“Are you sure?” I asked one last time.

Amy nodded, “I love you, Gabe.”

“I love you, Amy,” I placed the tip of my manhood at the entrance to her canal, nestling the tip just inside her vulva.

Amy’s hips responded by bearing down, causing my shaft to slide about halfway in, then stop. She was breathing heavily as my cock was partially sheathed in her love pocket.

“Oh, Amy,” I could feel her canal clenching tightly, trying to take in more of my length.

“Pump,” she commanded, “slowly.”

She moaned as I pulled out a bit, then slowly pushed in hard. My cock stopped just short of being fully inside. Amy’s breathing increased as she whimpered, closing her eyes.

“Are you okay?” I was worried I might be hurting her.

“Oh, yeah,” she moaned, “It’s just… my dildo isn’t even this big.”

Her. What?

The thought of my baby sister masturbating with a dildo suddenly sent my cock into overdrive. It throbbed inside her as it revved up for maximum penetration.

“Oh, mmmmmmm,” Amy opened her eyes, “Oh, Gabe. Make love to me. Take my virginity, and make me yours, forever.”

She didn’t need to say any more. I began thrusting into her, slowly at first, one pump then another, then another and another. I sped up as her hip started pushing along with my thrusts.

Suddenly the reality hit me. I was fucking my little sister. We were truly lovers now. Truly incestuous lovers.

“OHHHMMMMMMMMM,” Amy cried as I felt her pussy begin tightening around my cock. Over and over it clamped down, squeezing my shaft harder than any hand could.

“OOHHHMMMMMM!” we moaned in unison as I kept thrusting, harder and faster. Amy grabbed at my sides, at the bed, at the sheets, her eyes shut tight, her face red, her mouth partially open with her moans flowing out.

Together we writhed in our shared bliss, screaming our obscenities of ecstasy.

“Oh! Yes!”

“So good!”

“Oh, Fuck!”

“God! So Fucking Good!”

I continued pistoning in and out of her uncontrollably until…

I felt my balls tighten, I knew the feeling, I was going to cum.

“Amy, I…I’m…” I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. I couldn’t…

“Oh, Gabe!” Amy screamed excitedly as my seed exploded into her. I started to try to pull out, but she held me tight, “It’s okay. I want this.”

Suddenly, her pussy began spasming and clamping harder than before.

“Oh God!” she exclaimed as her own orgasm exploded, “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oooohhhhh Yes!”

I never came so much before. Not while masturbating, not even during a blowjob. The pleasure I was feeling at that moment was beyond any I had felt before.

I held onto her as our orgasms flooded through us like water through a broken dam. Ecstasy flooded our souls as my semen filled my sister’s love canal.

Slowly, as my climax waned, I wrapped my arms around her holding her tightly as I pumped the last of my spend into her. Once our orgasms had settled, I rolled onto the bed next to her. We lay there for a moment, both looking up at the ceiling, trying to catch our breath.

Amy’s hand slid over mine, our fingers intertwining. I looked over at her, at my little sister, at my lover, and she looked back, smiling.

“That was… wonderful,” her eyes glistened as she spoke.

I turned on my side toward her, placing my other hand on her stomach which was now sticky with sweat and cum, “I love you, Amy. Happy Birthday.”

She turned onto her side, my hand sliding to her back as she leaned up and kissed me. We snuggled close, wrapping our arms around each other, our naked bodies entwined in post-coital warmth. Despite the early hour, laying there with my lovely sister in my arms, I quickly dozed off.

*

I woke up a little while later, still snuggled with Amy. As I roused, I felt her softly kissing my forehead and cheeks.

“Hey,” she smiled, “you’re finally awake.”

I sat up, suddenly worried I’d slept too late, “what time is it?”

Amy gently placed a hand on my chest, easing me back down, “Don’t worry, love. It’s only eight thirty.”

She snuggled up to me again, “You must have been exhausted after all that. I never imagined being filled like that would be so… warm.”

Suddenly it dawned on me: I had cum unprotected into my sister’s pussy.

“Amy,” I leaned back to look her in the face.

Obviously she could see my worry as she looked back at me, “Don’t worry, Gabe. Mama Helen helped me order birth control pills when I started college. She said she wanted me to be safe, ‘just in case I meet a boy’ and things ‘get out of hand’. I’ve been taking them since the end of September. We don’t have to worry about me getting pregnant.”

“So that’s why you’ve been more emotionally up and down lately,” I concluded.

“What do you mean?”

“Amy, ever since the beginning of Birthday Season this year, you’ve been more emotional than usual, getting upset when I zoned out in the car, crying at nearly everything I do or say to make you happy. Birth control pills have hormones in them that can mess with your emotions.”

“That’s right! Mama Helen warned me about that. I just didn’t realize that it was happening,” she laughed, “I’m sorry I made you worry.”

I hugged her tightly, “I’m just glad you’re on them. I’d hate for you to get pregnant and mess this all up.”

Amy leaned back, looking me in the face, “I know it would be a bad idea for me to get pregnant right now, but I do want to have kids some day… with you… I know we never discussed it before, but I…”

“You’ll make a wonderful mother someday, Amy. I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather have them with.”

“Not even Ashley?”

“Amy, even if Ashley weren’t in a relationship with Jaden, you would be the one I want to be with… to have a life with. Why do you keep comparing yourself to her? You know how I feel about you.”

“I’m sorry,” Amy hugged me tightly, “I just get insecure sometimes. Like, why would someone as amazing as you even bother with a clingy, over-sensitive girl like me?”

I laughed, “Amy, who was it that spent three whole days in the hospital with me when I broke my leg in the eighth grade?”

Amy blushed, “Me.”

“And who was it that gave up a month’s allowance so I could afford to fix my computer when my graphics card broke in the tenth grade?”

She looked away, “Me.”

“And who was it, that every time I got sick, from the time she was nine years old and learned how to make chicken noodle soup insisted on making it for me herself because she knew how I liked it?”

She buried her face in my chest, “Me.”

“So why would I ever want to be with anyone other than you?”

“I don’t know…”

“I wouldn’t.”

Amy hugged me tighter than before.

“Thank you, Gabe. I needed that.”

I kissed the top of her head, “Any time, darling.”

After a few minutes of relaxing in each others arms, exchanging kisses on each others face and torso, Amy suddenly sat up, looking for her phone.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” she found her phone on the bed nearby, “Ash wanted us to meet her in the courtyard before school. She said she had a birthday gift she wanted to give me.”

“Okay,” I replied, “Then I guess we should get up and get dressed.”

I started to sit up, but Amy lay back down, pulling me to the bed with her, “But I don’t want this to end. I just want to stay here in this moment..”

“For all the rest of time!” I finished her sentence by singing Aerosmith’s most famous love song.

“No, you jerk,” she punched me in the arm, “I mean, yes, but not what I was going to say,” she hugged me tightly, “I just know this morning is very important to me… to us… and I want it to last as long as possible.”

“I have an idea,” I smiled, grabbing Amy’s phone from her hand. I pulled up the camera app and kissed her on the cheek, taking a selfie picture of us in bed together.

“Hey! What?” She laughed, “Gabe, what are you doing?”

“Preserving the moment,” I said, showing her the picture which, despite the rushed job, actually came out pretty good. It only showed our faces and shoulders, but it was obvious we had no shirts on and were in bed.

Amy looked at it for a moment, then smiled, with a tear in her eye, “Gabe… I don’t know what to say…”

I kissed her cheek again, sweeter this time, “You don’t need to say anything.”

She kissed me on the lips, her tongue once again findings its place with mine. Then she pulled back, taking her phone back from me, “We should delete the picture. I don’t want anyone else to see it.”

“Then don’t show it to anyone,” I replied.

She blushed, “I guess I can put it in my secure folder.”

“It’s your choice, my dear,” I hugged her, “But we really should get ready for school if we’re going to meet Ashley before class.”

Amy sighed, “Yeah.”

We both slowly got out of bed and got dressed. I dressed in my usual jeans and graphics T-shirt, while Amy wore her jean skirt and a white long-sleeve T-shirt. It was just after nine, and we were in the living room, about to grab our backpacks when Amy grabbed my arm.

“Gabe,” she turned me to face her, and I didn’t resist, “This morning was so much fun. But more than that, I feel like we’ve actually become more than just brother and sister. I know what we’re doing is supposed to be wrong. But I don’t care. I love you, Gabe, and I want to be with you forever.”

Looking into each others eyes, I could tell she meant every word.

“I want that, too,” I replied, echoing my words from when we first admitted our feelings.

Suddenly, Amy wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me hard and sensual, her tongue slowly caressing every surface of my lips before snaking into my mouth to do the same there. As we kissed, she began rubbing her hands all over my arms, my back, and my butt… and I did the same to her. I broke our kiss only to begin kissing her neck and shoulders.

“Ash can wait,” Amy decided, “I want you to fuck me again before we leave.”

I laughed, smiling, “I love you.”

I started toward the stairs, but she pulled me back by the hand.

“No. Here. Now,” she bent over the arm rest of the couch and pulled her crimson, silk panties down to her ankles and spread her legs as much as she could.

The view of her beautiful, perfect, shaved pussy again threw my mind into disbelief until I reached out and touched it.

“No time for that,” Amy commanded, “I’m already soaking wet, as you can tell. I want you cumming in me… now.”

The cuteness of her voice coupled with her serious tone nearly made me laugh, but was also so arousing that when I pulled my pants and boxers down, my dick stood straight out at attention, and aimed immediately for my sister’s perfect love hole.

As my dick touched Amy’s slit, she whimpered then moaned as I slid into her, “Oh, yes!”

I pushed in until my length was fully inside her, her juices allowing for an easy slide. I held a moment, letting her get used to it before I began sliding in and out. Having already cum once just a couple hours ago, I could tell it would take a bit to bring me to the end. However, Amy didn’t seem to mind as I thrust in and out.

“Oh, God, Yes!” she cried, spurring me on as I increased my pace. My balls began bouncing off of her clit as my cock pistoned in and out of her. With every thrust I could feel her insides grabbing and contracting around me.

“Ooooohhh FUCK!” she screamed as her pussy grabbed hold of my dick as an orgasm rocked through her. I kept up my movements best I could with her body moving and writhing. I continued to pound my sister’s pussy, causing her to orgasm over and over. Two, three, four…

As her fifth orgasm started, I could feel my own climax finally arriving. Rather than slow down to extend the experience as I would have in bed, I sped up my thrusts until I was nearly trembling in and out. My climax built quickly from there, and just as Amy’s pussy clamped down, I felt my balls heat up, and my hot sticky love cream came bursting forth into her hungry pussy.

“Ohhhhh, Fuck Mmmmmmm!” she screamed again as her pussy devoured my cum, enduring blast after blast until it started leaking out of her. My legs trembled and nearly gave out as the last of my spend creamed into her.

Holding onto her hips, I nearly collapsed onto her, at which time Amy began laughing, “That was soooo awesome!”

I joined her, laughing in post-coital silliness. She turned around and kissed me hard, our tongues dancing together as always.

Her hand gently grabbed my balls and cock, massaging them gently as my erection flagged, “Okay, rest now. I’ll need you to be ready later today.”

I laughed, “Are you talking to my cock?”

She smiled, “Of course,” she took my hand and placed it on her pussy, “His friend misses him already, but we should get going.”

I gently rubbed my sister’s pussy and she squeezed my cock in return. But despite its best throbbing effort, it just couldn’t stand up this soon.

Amy laughed as she pulled her panties up, “Come on, Gabe. We should get going.”

The remnants of my cum leaked out of the sides of her panties, and she massaged it into her legs as if it were lotion, then pulling a bottle of perfume from her backpack spritzed it on her legs, crotch, chest, and face.

I pulled my boxers and pants up, and she spritzed me too, “Can’t have my brother and I both smelling like sex, now can I?”

I laughed, “So now we both smell like we used the same perfume to cover up the smell of sex. I think someone will notice.”

Amy shrugged, “Possibly, but I doubt it.”

I took my emergency bottle of Axe body spray from my backpack and sprayed it on me, “Now we can just say you spritzed me for being a jerk or something, and I had to try to cover it up.”

“Nice one,” Amy grinned, then smiled, “Let’s go.”

As we got in the car, Amy messaged Ashley letting her know we were on our way and would be there in 45 minutes. Ashley only responded with a thumbs up emoji followed by a smile emoji.

The drive to school was more like normal than you’d expect. This time, however, Amy asked to play some of her music, wgich I gladly allowed. Her musical tastes were similar to my own, with a bit less AC/DC and a bit more Metalica with some 90s and 2000s music thrown in. Amy and I had both gotten our musical tastes from our dad, who had grown up listening to Oldie Rock, what was then called “Classic” Rock, from the 60s through the 80s, but also some real Classic Rock from the 90s and 2000s. jenny’s taste in music had been more shaped by her friends at school, listening to some Classic Metal, but more Nu Metal than anything.

We both sat in silence, enjoying the music as I drove, although I’d often look over and catch Amy staring at me. She’d quickly look away when I did, but smiled as she did.

When we were almost to the school, she turned the music down, “I’m glad we’re finally together, Gabe. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Amy,” I gently placed a hand on her thigh, “We’ve kind of been together our whole life. We just finally admitted it to ourselves, and each other.”

Amy stared at me as if what I had said was some sort of big revelation, “…Gabe… You’re right!…”

We both laughed as we pulled into the parking garage.

As we walked to the courtyard, hand-in-hand, Amy nuzzled against my arm. When we got close enough to the courtyard to see Ashley standing near our usual benches, she straightened up, but kept holding my hand until we were nearly there. Even then, she only let go to give Ashley a hug.

“Happy birthday, Amy.”

“Thanks, Ash,” Amy replied.

They let go and Amy returned to my side.

Ashley grinned, “It looks like somebody had a good birthday morning.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, worried.

Ashley laughed, “You must have brought her breakfast in bed or something, because she’s trying so hard to hide her ‘I’m so happy I could fly’ smile.”

“My, what?” Amy asked, her smile growing as she tried to hide it.

“That,” I poked her face, making her lose all control and start smiling like a maniac.

“GABE!” She punched me in the arm, still smiling, “Jerk!”

All three of us laughed.

Amy gave up on hiding her happiness, “Gabe brought me the most wonderful breakfast in bed,” she glanced over at me.

“Mmmm, I bet he did,” Amy replied slyly, glancing over at me, “Oh, before I forget, here…”

She pulled a small box out of her bag. Despite being wrapped in burthday wrapping paper, it was obviously a jewelry box of some kind. She handed it to Amy who somehow smiled even bigger.

As she tore off the wrapping paper and opened the box, her eyes seemed to glisten.

“Ash, It’s perfect!” Amy hugged her again, tightly, almost imtimately but only for a moment.

When their embrace ended, Amy showed me what was in the box, “Gabe, look, it’s a locket!”

It was a golden colored heart shaped locket. Amy used to have one when she was younger, saying she was going to put a picture of her true love in it. But she lost the locket at an amusement park during a family vacation a few years ago, soon afte r I started college.

“I knew how much the one you lost meant to you,” Ashley explained, “This one has two picture spots, so you can put your picture on one side, and a picture of your true love on the other, so the two of you will always be together.”

I could have been imagining it. But I could have swore Ashley glanced over at me when she said “true love”.

“I know just what picture I want to use!” Amy reported gleefully.

Amy did glance at me when she said this. She couldn’t intend to use the picture I’d taken that morning… could she?

“Great!” Ashley declared, “I knew you’d love it.”

“I do,” Amy smiled, “Thank you.”

“Well, I should be getting back to my dorm. I’ve got to get ready for my next class.”

Ashley hugged us both goodbye. Ash she hugged me, I got the feeling she wanted to say something, but didn’t. Once she had left, Amy snuggled close again. We had a little over half an hour before Amy would have to be at class, so we sat together on a bench in the courtyard.

Amy leaned against me, occasionally kissing my arm.

“Is something wrong, Gabe?” she asked after a bit. Apparently my unease at some things Ashley had said was obvious.

“I think Ashley knows about us,” I admitted.

Amy sat up to look at me, but kept holding my arm, “What makes you think that?”

“It’s just… the way she said some things… about me bringing you breakfast in bed… the way she looked at me when she gave you the locket… even when she hugged me, I felt like she wanted to say something, but held back.”

Amy smiled, rubbing my arm, “Would it be so bad if she did? Obviously, if she does, she’s happy for us, in wgich case she may just be waiting for us to be ready to tell her, to respect our privacy.”

“Maybe I’m just a little worried people won’t understand… especially our friends.”

Amy leaned up and kissed me gently, sweetly, “Don’t worry, love. I trust Ash… and the guys. Like I said before, if you ever want to tell them, I support it.”

Everything Amy had said was true. I did trust our friends. If anyone were able to accept our relationship, it would be them. Then why was I so adamant at them not finding out? What was stopping me from telling them right away?

“Thanks, Amy,” I kissed her cheek, “I think… maybe I just want it to be our thing for a while. Just you and me… I know people will find out eventually, but I don’t want their input to overshadow us.”

Amy smiled, “I understand. I think I’d like that, too.”

Just then, Amy’s phone began to ring. She took it out of her pocket to see who was calling. It was our older sister, Jenny. She answered it, and Jenny’s face appeared on the screen.

Jenny had brown hair and hazel eyes like both Amy and me, but her hair was darker than either of ours. Her face was more triangular than Amy’s, and she had a slightly wider forehead. Unlike Amy, Jenny was more “pretty” than “cute”.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE SISTER!” Jenny said almost immediately. Jenny was always enthusiastic about school and such, but she was equally enthusiastic when it came to spending time with us.

“Thanks, Jen,” Amy beamed.

“How has your birthday been so far?”

“AWESOME!” Amy matched our sister’s enthusiasm, “How’s Grad School?”

“Annoying,” Jenny laughed, “But worth it. My apartment is kind of small, just a one-bedroom deal with a small livingroom with a kitchen in it, but it serves its purpose. How are you liking college?”

“It’s great! Gabe and I’ve been hanging out a lot,” she turned the phone so Jenny could see me.

“Hi,” I waved.

“Gabe, you still hanging out with Baby Sis on campus? Don’t you want to spend time with your friends?” Jenny joked, knowing my only other friends were Amy’s friends, too. Jenny even played D&D with us sometimes before she left for Grad School.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I retorted, “Amy’s cooler than all my other friends.”

We all laughed, although Amy blushed.

“Gabe’s actually been really wonderful. We even eat lunch together every day. It’s nice having someone to help me acclimatize to college.”

“I’m sure it is,” Jenny agreed, “Gabe never asked for my help, but I’ll admit, I wish we’d spent more time together when I was there. The guild was nice, but that was more of you guys’ thing.”

“Maybe we can all hang out more, whenever you’re here,” Amy suggested, “I do miss my big sister.”

“Aww, that’s sweet. Thank you, I miss you guys, too. I’ll be coming down for your party this weekend, and the next two weekends for Gabe’s and My parties, so we’ll have plenty of chances to hang out.”

“Sounds good,” Amy smiled, then saw the time, “Sorry to cut this short, but I need to head to class.”

“Okay, have fun,” Jenny replied, “I’ll see you guys in a couple days.”

We said goodbye and Amy disconnected the call.

After I walked Amy to her class, I spent the next hour browsing social media on my phone, then went to my class. When I got out of class, Amy was waiting for me, smiling. She hugged me, kissing my cheek, then took my hand and led me to the lunch hall where we usually would have met up. We talked about normal things, like D&D, the current Marvel Movies, or other geeky interests we had in common. When we were done eating, Amy quickly took our trays to the trash, then hurried me outside.

“What’s the hurry?” I asked as she nearly dragged me.

“We’re going to the gazeebo, so we need to hurry so I’m not late for my class.”

I didn’t argue. In fact, I picked up my pace. From the time I got out of my previous class to when Amy started her next class (which was a three hour doozy), we only had an hour and fifteen minutes. We’d just spent about twenty minutes eating, and it would take us at least fifteen minutes to get to the gazeebo. We both nearly ran to the unkempt trail that led to our destination. As it entered our view, Amy nearly ran to it, with me in tow.

She tossed our backpacks to the ground, then wrapped her arms around me, “I want you inside me, Gabe. Right now.”

She kissed my neck, then pushed me onto the bench. She straddled my hips, unzipping my jeans. I had never seen her like this before. My sister had become a ravenous sex-craved maniac… and I liked it.

As she reached in and pulled my now rock-hard cock from it’s shelter, she slid the fabric of her panties aside and pushed my cock into her slit. Already primed to burst from the anticipation, I moaned loudly as she bore down until I was fully enveloped in her pussy.

Panting, she kissed me, tongue pushing into my mouth as she began rocking her hips back and forth, my cock sliding around inside her. I could already feel my climax getting close, the excitement of the moment driving me forward. This time there was no slowing, however, as Amy began bouncing hard on my cock, it sliding in and out with loud slaps and squishes.

My hips began thrusting, matching her movements until I could bear no more. At that moment, Amy reached her climax as well, her pussy gripping my cock as if holding on for dear life. My loins exploded with lust for my sister, filling her greedy love hole with my seed.

Amy held tightly to me, pushing her hips down hard onto mine as I filled her.

“Ooooommmmmmmyyeah!” she moaned into a scream as her body trembled until our climaxes ended.

“Amy, that was…”

She cut my words off by pressing her lips to mine, our tongues finding each other instinctively.

We made out as my dick slowly shriveled out of her, cum oozing out with it. She stood up slowly, only breaking our kiss at the last moment.

“I love you,” she whispered as she straightened up her clothes.

“I love you, too,” I muttered, still riding an oxytocin high.

I sealed myself back in my pants and stood up. Amy gave me a giant hug, “Thank you, Gabe. You’ve made my birthday so special.”

Suddenly, she let go as if remembering she had to do something. She pranced over to behind one of the wooden support beams holding up the gazeebo. She picked something off the ground and began carving something in the wood. I went over to where she was, and stopped, jaw half-opened, when I saw a list of names carved in the wood. From top to bottom, or of what I could make out, read:

Weston + Victoria

Johnathan + Tammy

Brian + Jason

Justin + Jacqueline

Maxwell + Michelle

Richard + Naomi

Weston + Piper

Jaden + Ashley

Gabriel + Amelia

Amy was just finishing her name when she saw the look on my face, “Oh. Yeah, so… Ashley did tell me about this place a few weeks ago, after she and Jaden made the list.”

“What is all this?” I muttered, still in mild shock.

“So, this is what is known as the ‘Get Some Gazeebo’, or at least that’s what Ashley said. It’s a secret tradition amongst the few who know it’s here. Apparently, couples use it to engage in fun activities away from the eyes of others, but the only rule is once you go all the way, like we just did, you can only come back here with someone else. In other words the same couple can’t come here together again. And you have to carve your names on the list here.”

“There aren’t a lot of names here, at least not recent names,” I mused aloud.

“It’s a well kept secret tradition, apparently. At least since the pandemic.”

“I suppose that’s true. So since Ashley and Jaden have their names here, that means they won’t come back and see our names?”

“Not unless they come with someone else,” Amy grinned, “Ashley could come back with you, if she wanted, just for an example.”

“Not likely,” I snarked, “I would never cheat on you, no matter how hot she is.”

Amy laughed, “She is hot, isn’t she?”

“Not as hot as you,” I wrapped her in my arms, “Having seen you as Elvyria, I’d definitely say you’re hotter.”

“Cuter, maybe, but hotter?” Amy fished for another compliment.

I kissed her lips gently, and suddenly her tongue was in my mouth. We made out for a moment before she pulled back.

“Definitely hotter,” I repeated.

We grabbed our bags and headed to Amy’s class.

*

The rest of the school day went as you’d expect: Amy and I held hands as we went to her class, then I went to mine. When we got out we drove home, did homework, ate dinner with our family, I played some games on my computer before taking a shower and going to bed around 11.

Almost immediately after I’d gone to bed, Amy came in through our bathroom and climbed into bed with me. I could feel she was already completely naked as she snuggled up to me.

“Thank you for making my birthday so wonderful, Gabe,” she whispered, kissing my cheek.

I turned onto my side and wrapped her in my arms and held her close, “You’re welcome, love.”

We pressed our lips together in a sensual kiss, waiting just a moment before our tongues sought each other out. Making out with my naked sister in bed, my cock once again started to salute. As I, too, wasn’t wearing anything, in anticipation of my sister’s nightly visit, it snaked its way to my sister’s vulva, which pushed close, embracing her companion.

“Mmmmm, Gabe,” Amy moaned as our privates made contact, “I love making love to you.”

I moaned as my cock rubbed along her labia, sliding just within her slit, “So do I.”

We returned to making out as our genitals played with each other, a slow, slippery dance that sent pleasure coursing through our bodies without pushing us to orgasm.

“Oh, Gabe!” Amy moaned as I broke our kiss and began kissing her cheek and neck.

She began clawing at my sides as I sucked on her neck, slowly down to the top of her chest, our hips separating slowly. When I began kissing on the tops of her boobs, she gently placed a hand on the back of my head as she moaned, laying onto her back.

I began kissing lower down her chest, gently sucking on first one nipple, then the other. As I kissed and sucked on her breasts, I gently slid one hand along her sides, onto her stomach, and down her body to her pussy.

“Ooooohhhhh, Mmmmmm,” she moaned as I massaged her labia. Gently I slid my middle finger up and down her slit, lightly brushing the tip of her clit as I did, eliciting a slight gasp from her each time.

“Gabe,” Amy sighed, moving her hand from the back of my head to my cheek, “Kiss me more. I want to feel your tongue in my mouth as you… touch… me…”