Literotic asexstories – My Sister, My Saviour by UltimateSin,UltimateSin A/N – Hello all! While I’m not finding a lot of time to write too much lately, I still have plenty of ideas knocking around in this old noggin of mine. If you look at my list of stories, I generally write in four categories at most with the occasional branching out elsewhere.
Not the usual caveats! Yep, spelling is still usually spot on as Word is kind enough to underline anything spelled incorrectly, and I still use Australian / British standard English, otherwise known as proper English. However, I now have an editor / proofreader, fellow member OhDave1. He offered his services being a fan of my work and I gratefully accepted. All mistakes are owned up to by the author. Please remember this is just fantasy and I’m still an amateur.
Comments and feedback are appreciated as always.
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My sister left home as soon as she hit the age of eighteen. I didn’t understand why at the time, being I was only thirteen myself and far too self-involved with my impending puberty to worry about too much else. I don’t remember hearing many raised voices or arguments though I do remember lingering silences and the fact my sister was quiet around our parents.
With me, she was always the same bubbly personality. She loved her little brother. In fact, I’d say she doted on me. I knew rather early on that my father barely gave two shits about anyone in the family. He would go to work, stop at the pub on the way home, manage to get home three sheets to the wind, demand dinner, then sit in his armchair and complain about the world until he’d finally just pass out.
As for our mother, she’d done her best for both of us, but by the time I’d hit ten, she was having an affair. I didn’t learn about that until much later, I just knew she was distracted all the time, barely tolerated my father, and was no doubt looking for an escape from the monotony of her life.
The day my sister departed, that was the first time I really heard my father unload on her. The things he said to her were so vile, even to my young ears, I knew it was wrong to be saying such things to your own flesh and blood. As for our mother, I think she was in the bedroom at the time, staying out of the way. I’d never seen my father hit my mother, but he had no problem raising his voice and he could be an intimidating man. I’d long learned to stay out of his way when he’s on one of his tirades.
Sitting on her knees in front of me as I was perched on the edge of the bed, I leaned forward and I felt her arms wrap around me. “I have to go, Peter,” she whispered, “I wish I could take you with me…”
“Where are you going?”
“Somewhere safe. Our father… He’s not a good man, Peter, and Mum… She just doesn’t seem to care anymore.” She cuddled me a little tighter. “They don’t know where I’m moving. I don’t want them to know. I’m not keeping in contact with either of them. But you have my number. Please keep in touch and, if anything happens, you let me know and I’ll help however I can.”
“I love you,” I whispered.
“I love you too.” She leaned back before kissing my forehead. “Remember to call if anything happens. But I need to go.”
I stayed in my room as I heard my father yelling at her again. I shuddered at the things he was saying. Thankfully, my sister didn’t say a word in return, hearing her car start outside as our father slammed the door and swore some more. Then I heard him start yelling at my mother. No surprise she followed my sister out the door within a couple of minutes.
Thankfully, she returned later that night, after my father had passed out in his armchair like usual.
Though we kept in touch by phone, I rarely saw my sister after that for the next three years. She didn’t come home for Christmas or anyone’s birthday. On my birthday, she had Mum drive to a meeting spot, so she could take me out for lunch and give me a present. She looked far happier, smiling more than I could remember, her bubbly personality shining once again.
“Is everything okay at home, Peter?” she asked as we feasted on some juicy burgers and a mountain of cheese and bacon-topped fries.
“No. Of course not,” I muttered, “Dad’s worse than ever. And I think Mum’s having an affair.”
“I know.”
“You do? About Mum, I mean?”
“How do you know?”
“I’ve heard her more than once talking to her lover on the phone. She hasn’t been shy about heading out in the evening, all dressed up, and someone is picking her up and then dropping her off. And she pretty much disappears during a weekend.”
“And Dad doesn’t notice?”
“Probably why he’s drinking even more nowadays. He’s moved on from a case of beer to a bottle of liquor. Thankfully, that just makes him even sleepier.”
“So what are you doing?”
Shrugging, I finally slumped and hung my head. “Existing at most. Mum’s in love and probably thinks I’m old enough to look after myself. I’ll be surprised if Dad even knows I’m still in the house.”
“You’re sixteen now, Peter, and you’re allowed to choose…”
“You. Can I live with you, Jennifer? Please?”
I knew I was begging. She took my hand, watching her eyes start to glisten as she heard her little brother begging for her help. Giving it a squeeze, she managed a thin smile. “I won’t bother talking to Dad, but I will be having a word with our mother when we meet later.”
Feeling a smile form on my face, she kept hold of my hand for a few more seconds before we resumed eating. “How about you, Jenny?”
“The past three years haven’t been easy, Peter. But leaving was the best thing I could have done.”
“Anyone special in your life?”
“Not right now, but my little brother will be with me again sometime soon. I’ve missed him so much.”
“I’ve missed you too. It’s not the same at home. It hasn’t been for a long time.”
After finishing our meals, we walked through the nearby shopping mall, my sister offering to buy me something else for my birthday in addition to the new phone she’d already bought for me. Asking what our parents had got me, I knew our father wouldn’t have been involved, while our mother had bought me some essentials. My sister scoffed at that and insisted I treat myself to something else. After exiting the shop, I stopped and hugged her tightly.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“As soon as you’re living with me, I’m going to look after my little brother like I should.” Then she leaned back and realised she needed to look up into my eyes. “Well, maybe I should start saying younger brother. Puberty hit big time?”
“I’m shaving and everything now!”
Meeting our mother at the usual place a little later, my sister got out and rather angrily strode towards her. I’d never heard my sister raise her voice in our mother’s direction before. Seeing her glancing in my direction as my sister unloaded on her, I was surprised when Mum finally hung her head and nodded.
“Just fucking leave him, Mum. Go be happy with the bloke you’re now seeing.”
“I still feel responsible for your father, Jennifer. If I leave him, he’ll no doubt kill himself through drink and God knows what else.”
“That’s on him, Mum, He’s a grown-arse man and can sort himself out if that’s what he wants. If he wants to drink himself to death, then that’s his choice too. But you stood by while he fucking abused me…”
“What?” I asked, my voice going up an octave.
Jennifer glanced at me. “Not like that, Peter. He never touched me. He just made me feel completely and utterly worthless. Little wonder I suffered weight problems and dabbled in self-harm at times. It was a wonder I managed to complete high school at all considering he spent nearly the entire time bullying me.” She turned back towards Mum. “And you stood by and just watched.”
“I didn’t just stand by and do nothing, Jennifer.”
“It certainly fucking felt like it at times, Mum. You were too busy going out and getting dick rather than looking after your children.” Mum stiffened at the bluntness of my sister’s remark. “This is what I’m going to go be doing, Mum. Peter is now sixteen years old. There is no law nor minimum age about when a child can move out of home. The law only states that it is a parent’s responsibility to look after their child until they are eighteen.” Jennifer actually stepped closer to Mum. “You and Dad are completely fucking failing in your responsibility.”
“He’s old enough to look after himself,” Mum retorted.
“Not according to the law, he isn’t.”
“So what’s your idea? You clearly have something on your mind, Jennifer.”
“I made a promise to myself that I would never return to that house unless completely necessary. Well, that time has now come. I’ll be driving to the house, Peter will be packing up what he needs, and he will be coming home with me. But don’t think you’re free of your responsibility. You and Dad will be pooling your resources and sending me five hundred bucks a fortnight to cover all his costs while he’s living with me until he’s eighteen.”
“I could take you to court?”
My sister glanced at me and smiled before looking back at Mum. “You won’t do that, Erin,” Jennifer stated, Mum flinching at the use of her name, “Would you really want everyone to know that you would be considered a bad mother? That your only son would rather live with his sister than his parents? Do the right thing, at least support him financially for the next two years, then you can wash your hands of both of us.”
“I don’t want to wash my hands of you. You’re my children.”
“You haven’t acted like a real mother in years,” I stated, “I’ve been left to fend for myself most of the time since I turned fourteen. At least now you can just go be with your new man. He’s clearly more important to you than anyone else.”
Mum looked at me. “Is this what you want, Peter?” Remaining silent, I nodded and stepped next to my sister. That’s when Mum released a few tears, nodding herself. “Can I have a hug, at least?” I had no problem hugging my mother, feeling her arms wrap me tightly. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“It’s okay, Mum. But just let this happen. I won’t keep in contact with Dad, but we can keep in contact.”
It didn’t take long for my sister and I to pack up everything in my room, even Mum pitching into help as she wanted us to get it done before our father returned home from wherever he was. Being a Saturday, he’d likely gone to play a round of golf before spending a few hours at the bar, staggering inside once he was full to the brim, ranting and raving about how life sucked as always.
With a suitcase, a couple of bags, and my electronics safely in the boot of my sister’s car, Mum hugged me again, and this time she sobbed on my shoulder. Even my sister softened to join the hug. “Just give it a little time, Mum. But please take my advice about leaving him. Find your own happiness.”
“I’ll give it some thought. I feel guilty enough about the affair… But your father hasn’t shown me any sort of love in years. I can’t remember the last romantic gesture he made.”
Hugging my mother tighter, I kissed her cheek and whispered that, despite the fact I was leaving, I did love her. That just made her sob a little louder, whispering that she loved both her children, but she finally sighed and understood my decision. She didn’t want to let go of my hand even when I got into the passenger seat of my sister’s car, leaning through the open window to kiss my cheek and hug me again.
“I promise I’ll call, Peter.”
“I’ll call too, Mum. Don’t worry about it.”
My sister resided in a townhouse in one of the many new suburbs that had popped up around Sydney while I’d been growing up. There were two large bedrooms upstairs, my sisters at the front of the house, with a large bathroom separating hers from the second bedroom, which would now be mine.
“I’ve been preparing for you to come live with me since I moved in,” she admitted as I took in the fact all the furniture was new, particularly the comfortable-looking bed, the mattress alone in much better condition than the one I’d been sleeping on, “I have all new bedding in the closet. There’s central air that’ll keep your room delightfully cool in the summer, and reasonably warm in the winter,” she added.
“Thank you, Jenny.”
“You’re my little brother and it’s now my role to look after you.” Taking my hand, she led me downstairs towards the living room, sitting side by side on the couch. “There are a couple of things I need you to agree to, Peter.”
“Of course.”
“First is that I really want you to focus on your schooling. I know you haven’t got a job yet. You can get one if you want, but only if it doesn’t affect your studies. Are you thinking of university?”
“I’ve been thinking about a career, and most options require further study.”
“All the more reason to focus on your studies. Second is that I don’t want all your friends here constantly. This is our space, yours and mine, but I like a clean, quiet place.”
“Jenny, you should… I mean, you know…”
“I’m just getting it out now so there’s no surprises late, Peter.”
“Third, I don’t know if you have a girlfriend, but if you do have one, let me know first before inviting her over.”
“I’m single, Jenny. What about you?”
“I’ve spent the last three years struggling to get into this place. I’m now comfortable which is why I wanted you here with me.”
Hugging her tightly, she hugged me back, her head resting against my shoulder. She smelled delightful, a new perfume or deodorant she wore, or perhaps it was a mix of the two. Leaning back, she searched my face before smiling. “I love you, Jennifer. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Peter. I’m doing the right thing for both of us.”
My sister looked after me immediately. I tried more than once insisting that I’d long been capable of looking after myself, but she wouldn’t hear of it. The only chores I was expected to do were look after the bins and mow the small front and back lawns, in addition to keeping my room neat and tidy. Other than that, she did the bulk of the cooking though I enjoyed helping her out, and while I would be studying on a weekend, she’d happily bounce around on her toes while cleaning and dusting the apartment.
I wasn’t blind to the fact my sister was an attractive young woman. She had shoulder-length brunette hair, and a pair of dazzling blue eyes that were behind thin, black-framed glasses she’d worn since childhood. She had a fit little body on her for someone standing only around five-five. When it was warm, she’d always wear crop tops and a small pair of shorts, showing off her toned and tanned arms and legs. I knew she’d had a couple of boyfriends in the past so was surprised when she told me that she was single.
Getting out of my old home and into my new did me a world of good. My teachers were quick to praise my new attitude. Once they learned of my new living arrangements, they understood, with more than one teacher offering to give me a little tutoring as they sensed I was a capable student, I’d just lacked the environment at home that would help me achieve everything I was capable of.
My sister would help me with my studies whenever I was stuck on something. She was far smarter than ever given credit for and had spent the past three years working during the day and studying at night, burning the candle at both ends, but it had allowed her to move into her current role, making very good money for someone so young. She had to work long hours, and would often be on call during the weekends, but she said it would be worth it in the future.
Mum kept her distance, physically at least, but she called me once a week to check in, and I knew Jennifer was receiving money from her. She gave me pocket money as she preferred me not to work while studying, wanting all my focus on that, hoping I would achieve the highest test scores possible, so I’d make it into the university of my choosing. I would only select those in the city so I could remain living with her.
Sixteen turned into seventeen during my fifth year in high school as I’d always been one of the oldest in my year group. After six months of living with my sister, she had invited our mother over for dinner. On the day of my seventeenth birthday, we invited her around for dinner with a few of my friends. As for my father, we’d long known that she’d left him and moved in with her partner. We hadn’t met him yet. It was a little awkward. I hadn’t seen or heard from my father since the day I moved out. According to my mother, he’d simply fallen further and further into the bottle, and she just reached a point where all she could do was wash her hands of the situation entirely.
“Are you happy living together?” she asked once it was only the three of us remaining later that night.
“I love having him here, Mum,” Jennifer replied, “He’s very helpful but also considerate of my needs, as much as I am of his.
“I dread to think what the old house looks like,” I added, “Where are you living now, Mum?”
“I’m living with Steven closer to the city. He has a lovely apartment that provides a distant view of the harbour.”
“Are you happy, Mum?” Jennifer asked.
“Happier than I have been in a long time.” She then looked away, adding softly, “But I miss my children.”
Mum found herself hugged tightly by both of us. I’d long forgiven my mother as the situation had been untenable for all of us. I’m not sure Jennifer had forgiven her yet, but I was pleased that they were working on rebuilding their relationship. At least she was calling her ‘Mum’ again, and they were meeting for lunch once a month to talk.
Part of my seventeenth year was also during my last at high school so perhaps one of the most important years of my life. My sister was my greatest supporter and cheerleader. When I was struggling to cope, it would be something as simple as a mug of hot chocolate to help me feel better. She was putting in long hours at work in addition to looking after me, so despite studying and putting in extra hours at school with tutoring, I would help out around the house where I could.
Sitting back on the couch one evening, my sister curled up her legs and snuggled into my side. I’d grown even more so was approaching six-foot, and the only ‘vice’, if you could even call it that, was I made full use of the gym at school. Many of my fellow students were already experimenting with smoking and drinking. I had no interest in the former, prepared to wait for the latter, and I didn’t want to disappoint my sister regarding other things.
“You have a girlfriend at school, Peter?”
“Nah. I have many friends who are girls, but no-one I’m interested in romantically.”
“Are you sure there isn’t one pretty young girl that’s taking your fancy?”
“There is more than one pretty young girl in my year group, Jenny.” Wrapping my arm around her, feeling her snuggle into me, I asked, “What about you? I’ve been here well over a year now and you haven’t gone out on a single date yet.”
“I’m far too busy with work, and if I feel lonely, I’ll spend time with my adorable younger brother.” She lifted her head and stroked my cheek. “You’re nearly eighteen years old and you have such a masculine face already.”
“Um… Thanks…”
“It’s a compliment, Peter. In many ways, you’re already a man, and within a couple of months, you’ll legally be seen as one anyway.”
“I’m looking forward to finishing my exams and getting into university. I’ll pick up another part-time job during the summer break though, like last summer.”
“You don’t have to, but any money you make is yours. Okay?”
“Okay.”
I was woken on the day of my eighteenth birthday by my sister jumping in on my bed and cuddling into me, kissing my cheeks before sitting up slightly, and smiling down at me. Telling me to get up, showered and dressed, she was going to make a big breakfast for the birthday boy. Considering it was a Tuesday, I guess she was making a big deal because of my birthday.
“Are you sure you want to wait until Friday to do something?” she wondered.
“A simple dinner with you and Mum will be fine tonight. She’s already said she’s going to pay for it.” Taking her hand, I squeezed it. “Besides, I’m going out with my beautiful sister on Friday night. My friends will have their girlfriends, but I’m going to have the best girl there.”
I think my sister nearly started to cry before I sat up and hugged her tightly. “I love you, Peter,” she whispered, “Having you here for the past two years has been the best thing ever.”
“I’ve loved being here too, Jenny.”
Meeting her downstairs once I was dressed in my uniform, she’d quickly whipped up a full English breakfast for us both, sitting together at the small table. We had enough time that we didn’t have to scarf the food down before leaving for the day, Jennifer driving me to school like she did every day. I had my licence. I just couldn’t afford to buy and run a car of my own.
Dropping me off near the front gate as always, she leaned over to kiss my cheek, leaving her lips on my skin for a little longer than normal. Turning to look at her, blue eyes wide and bright behind her glasses, she smiled at me, simply accentuating how gorgeous she was. “Have a nice day, Peter,” she said softly.
“Everything okay, Jenny?”
She took my hand, interlacing our fingers, and her smile widened. “I’m just so proud of you, Peter,” she replied softly, “You’ve worked so hard to get to where you are. You’ve grown into a handsome young man. And I just love having you with me at home. I love you.”
“I love you, Jenny.”
Leaning forward, I kissed her cheek and felt her sigh, her hand releasing my hand to rest on the back of my neck. “I love it when you hug me, Peter,” she whispered.
So I hugged her. It was a little awkward with the centre console, but I pulled her closer to me, her head resting against my shoulder as I caressed her back. “I love hugging my big sister,” I replied, “She’s done so much for me that I’ll never be able to repay.”
“I’m your sister. You don’t have to pay me back for the simple fact I love you and want to help you.” When I let her go, we looked at each other in silence for a few seconds before she finally cleared her throat, her hand moving to stroke my cheek. “You’ve better go. I’ll see you tonight, okay?”
“Okay.”
Sliding out of the car, I stood still as I watched her turn around and drive away. I needed to stay there because, to be honest, I was harder than I could remember. I have no idea what just happened, but it felt intimate and emotionally charged. And there was a look in her eyes that I couldn’t place. Shame I couldn’t read body language nor understand it that much. She’d always been affectionate, though, and our love for each other and bond had only grown deeper as we lived together.
Thankfully, I wasn’t distracted during the day, my friends making the most of my birthday, surprised to receive a couple of thoughtful gifts from them. Asked what I was doing, I confirmed the plans to meet up on Friday, but that night would just be spent with my mother and sister. They understood why. A mid-week birthday is always awkward, particularly when still at school.
I was studying in my room when I felt two arms around my body and soft lips against my cheek. “Hey, Peter,” my sister whispered.
“Hey, Jenny. Sorry, I lost track of time.”
“It’s okay. We’ve still got time to meet Mum. Did you send her a message about where you want to go?”
“I did. I told her I just wanted a steak, so she selected somewhere convenient for the three of us. She said she’ll pick us up so you can have a drink with me.”
Locking my laptop, I turned around and stood up, my sister gazing up at me with a smile on her face, Hugging her tightly, she hugged me back, resting her head against my chest. She let me go and disappeared, returning with a present for me. Raising my eyebrows, I opened it up and couldn’t stop the smile from forming. It was a photo of us that we’d taken during her last birthday. We’d gone out for dinner with Mum and a couple of Jennifer’s friends. She looked beautiful in her dress while I’d made sure I’d worn a good pair of trousers and a proper shirt.
“We looked good that night,” I said, “I remember it well. You were the most beautiful woman there, Jenny.”
Placing it on the chest of drawers, pride of place in the middle, I wrapped my arm around her waist as she leaned into me. “I thought you’d like it,” she said, “I have two more things for you.”
She disappeared and returned, passing me the first present. I unwrapped it to find a picture of my older sister doing a little modelling. She wore what looked like red lingerie. Bra, panties, garter, suspenders, thigh highs and heels. She was blowing the camera a kiss, like it was aimed at me.
I was hard immediately, and I know I looked at her in surprise. “You like?” she asked.
“I love it, Jenny, but… Is it just for me?”
“The photo shoot was a present for me. I was in therapy, and it was suggested I do something to make myself feel sexy.” She stepped closer, resting a hand on my chest. “But you’ve made me feel so beautiful with all your compliments. Nearly every day, you remind me that I’m a beautiful young woman, Peter.”
“I’m just speaking the truth.” I looked at the photo again. “You’re not just beautiful, Jenny. You’re totally fucking hot in this. Pardon my French.”
“I love hearing that you find me hot, Peter. Thank you.”
I placed that photo next to the other photo, and I also knew, with some of the thoughts already in my mind, that the photo would be the lynchpin of some very unbrotherly thoughts while satisfying myself later that night.
“Want your other present?”
“I am wondering what else you’ve got me.”
She smiled as she handed me the small box. After unwrapping it, I placed the box down and opened it. I stared at my sister as I grabbed what seemed to be the very same things she’d been wearing in the photo. “I’ll wear it all tonight for you, Peter,” she whispered, “Underneath my dress.”
Running my fingers over the lingerie before picking up one of the thigh-highs, I glanced at her again. “You will? For me?”
“Do you want your older sister to look beautiful for you?” I felt myself blush, but I nodded. I loved seeing Jennifer all dressed up. “Then I’m going to dress up for my handsome brother.”
“Guess I’d better start getting ready.”
“Dark pair of trousers and a nice dress shirt, Peter.”
“Of course.”
“I’ll go shower first.” Kissing my cheek, she left the lingerie in my room, though she stopped and looked back, smiling at me, before disappearing. I heard the bathroom door shut and the shower turn on a minute or so later. Picking up the lingerie again, I found her panties and I just had to know, holding them to my nose. I detected a faint whiff of something. Having not smelled pussy before, I couldn’t be sure if it was my sister.
Waiting for my sister to finish showering, I heard the shower turn off and she appeared a couple of minutes later, wrapped in a towel. Picking up the box, she smiled at me again, walking over and kissing my cheek. “Go have a shower, handsome,” she said softly, “I’ve got to get ready to look all hot and beautiful for my brother.”
“Jennifer, is this…”
Caressing my cheek, her smile was so loving, it made my heart beat a little faster. “Don’t think about it, Peter. The only question you need to ask yourself is how much do you love me?”
“More than anything or anyone, Jenny.”
“And I feel the same way about you. You’ve been the only man in my life for so long. The only one who puts a smile on my face every single day. Everything I do, I do it for you, me, and for us.” Standing up, I placed the box on my desk before pulling her tight into my body. She would have felt the erection under my shorts pressing into her. Smiling widely, she leaned up to kiss my cheek. “And I’m definitely feeling that, Peter,” she whispered.
“Is it wrong to feel this way?”
“Not if it’s what we both want in the end. But as I said, don’t think too much. All we’re doing tonight is going out for dinner with our mother, then we’ll come home and go to bed as you have school and I have work tomorrow.” I let her go as she picked up the box and turned back to the door. She stopped again, glancing back with that same smile. “Want to hear something naughty, though?”
“Sure.”
“I’m going to masturbate tonight while wearing all this, knowing my handsome brother thought I was all hot and sexy for him.”
“Fuck,” I muttered.
Undressing for the shower a couple of minutes later, I glanced down to see my cock was as hard as I’d ever seen or felt it. Stepping under the hot water, I closed my eyes, and my mind was flooded with a myriad of images. I’d had those same images for a long time now. There was no denying how I felt about my sister, but I had no idea she returned any sort of similar feelings. I thought about rubbing one out and eventually gave into temptation, picturing my sister in that red lingerie and extras, lying back on my bed, her fingers working her pussy underneath her panties, her other hand beckoning me to join her.
“Come and make love to me,” she’d whispered, “Join your sister and be with her forever.”
I moaned my sister’s name as I climaxed, and I think I did so rather loudly as she knocked on the door within a minute. “Did you need me for something, Peter?”
“No, it’s okay, Jenny.”
“Are you sure? Need me to scrub your back?”
I laughed, hearing her giggle from the other side of the door. “No, I’m okay, Jenny. But thank you.”
“Okay, handsome. I’m still getting ready.”
Drying off later, I exited the bathroom and had a peek into her bathroom, my sister rolling on one of her thigh highs. Not wanting to hang round, I returned to my bedroom to find my sister had already laid out what she wanted me to wear. What lay on top surprised me though. A pair of pink panties, and when I picked them up, I was surprised they were damp.
Holding them to my nose, I knew I was smelling my sister’s pussy for the first time. “Oh my god,” I moaned, my cock rapidly thickening again as I held them to my nose.
“Like your last present?” she asked softly, opening my eyes to see her standing in the doorway, looking rather similar to how she looked in her picture.
“Wow!” I exclaimed, making her smile again. “And… Honestly, yes, Jenny. I love your last present.”
She stepped towards me, leaning up to kiss my cheek. “They’re obviously fresh from earlier,” she whispered, “I was turned on knowing my little brother was all hard and horny.”
I finally asked, “How long have you known?”
“Long enough. Hold them to your nose again.” I did what she wanted and inhaled her scent, groaning again. “Do you like my scent?”
“It’s wonderful, Jenny.”
“Whenever you want to smell me, Peter, just grab a pair of my panties. I get horny throughout the day, thinking about someone special. I even need to jill off at work occasionally. I did in the shower earlier.”
“I jerked off.”
“I know you did, handsome. Jerking off, thinking about your hot and sexy older sister.”
Meeting her eyes, she reflected nothing but love and adoration in return. “Are we really okay with this? Maybe going to do this?”
“We’re not doing anything right now, Peter. I’ve just said you’re allowed to borrow my panties and enjoy the scent of my pussy, while I’m going to wear some sexy things for you tonight. I haven’t said anything about giving you your first blowjob, showing you how to eat pussy for hours on end, and then being your first and I hope only lover…” Resting a hand on my chest, she ran the other down my chest before reaching the towel around my waist, smiling as she felt the tent, carefully running her fingers over it. “Are you hard for me, Peter?”
“Fuck yes, Jenny…”
“Have you kissed a girl before?” Blushing, I shook my head. “You’ll get your first kiss at the end of tonight. And maybe you’d like your hot and sexy older sister to sleep with you? She’d love to feel the strong arms of the man she loves around her.” Resting her other hand on my chest, she added, “One thing, Peter. You’re still young. If anything gets too much…”
“No!”
She smiled but gently shushed me. “Peter, I’m twenty-three and this sort of relationship… I’ve had time to confront how I feel about you and accept this is what I want.”
“I want this too,” I confessed, “Jennifer, you’ve always been my girl.”
The smile was so sweet, I couldn’t help smiling in return. “I love hearing that I’m your girl, Peter. Okay, I’m going to finish getting ready. You should get ready too. Mum will be here soon.” She paused a moment. “She has no idea, of course. We can’t let her know. Not yet.”
“Okay.”
Watching her turn around, I got my first look at the smooth skin of her arse. I groaned again as it was simply another fantastic feature of my sister’s body. Thankfully, she only looked back a moment before returning to her bedroom. I placed her panties on my bed as I quickly doused my body in deodorant, got dressed and slipped on my leather shoes, added a little cologne, combed my hair, before heading downstairs to wait for my sister.
She appeared fifteen minutes later, wearing a gorgeous red dress that made her look like an absolute knock-out. Fairly sure my jaw dropped at the sight of her. Standing up, she walked towards me, hugging her tightly as I felt her arms wrap around me. We were still hugging when the doorbell rang, answering it to find our mother waiting for us.
“Well, don’t you look handsome!” she stated, stepping in to kiss my cheek, “Happy birthday, Peter.”
“Thanks, Mum. Come on in.”
Then she noticed my sister. “Jennifer! My god, you look absolutely gorgeous! Come here, let me take you in!”
My mother gushed about my sister for the next five minutes, but my sister rarely stopped looking at me. I’d never heard my mother compliment my sister as much in my life up until that moment. She finally looked at me and asked, “What do you think, Peter? Isn’t she beautiful?”
“I’ve always thought Jennifer the most beautiful girl in the world, Mum.”
Mum was silent for a few moments before she smiled, glancing between us. “You’ve always put your sister on a pedestal, and I understand why. But yes, I’ll certainly agree, she will be that tonight for sure. Are you ready to go?”
“I am.”
Mum drove, I took shotgun, my sister sitting behind me. Knowing I wanted a steak, Mum selected one of the best places in the area, the three of us no doubt overdressed though we didn’t care. Seated at a four-seater table, Jennifer sat next to me, Mum opposite, unable to stop smiling as we chose our drinks and meals. Ordering my first alcoholic beverage was a rite of passage for any young man, having to hand over my identification as I still looked young enough to be carded.
We made small talk while waiting for our appetisers to arrive, Jennifer taking my hand and placing it on her thigh. Feeling the sheer fabric of her thigh-high, she ensured my hand moved further up her thigh towards the hem of her dress, Mum smiling when Jennifer leaned her head against my shoulder, her hand resting on my inner thigh.
I was rock hard, and I know my sister knew it.
“I love seeing how close you two are,” Mum admitted, “I know I made mistakes, but I’m glad you two always had each other.”
“He’s my little brother, Mum. I know it wasn’t easy but thank you for letting him come live with me. He’s not only my brother, he’s also my best friend.”
“I feel the same way,” I whispered, my sister, moving her head to smile at me for a moment, my hand slowly moving underneath her dress. I only stopped when our appetisers arrived, and I needed both hands.
My sister didn’t but she moved her hands. If our mother noticed anything, her eyes gave nothing away and conversation continued to flow, most of it about my school and exams that were still a couple of months away at best. Our mains arrived and conversation minimised as I focused on the fantastic steak. It was worth every cent my mother was prepared to pay for it.
“Want to split a dessert?” Jennifer asked once we’d finished.
“Sure.”
Feeding my sister in front of my mother didn’t provoke any sort of reaction but I saw in my sister’s eyes how she was looking at me. Mum enjoyed her own dessert, again commenting on how close we were and pleased that we’d managed to keep our relationship close despite living together as we were. After Mum paid the bill, she asked if we wanted to join her at a nearby bar for perhaps a drink or two.
It was a great idea, finding myself between them as we walked a few minutes down the road. It was rather quiet for a Tuesday night, taking a seat at the bar. Music played lightly in the background, and after enjoying one drink, she asked if I wanted to dance with her. Admittedly, I’d gone to one or two school dances, but I had a feeling my sister wanted a different sort of dance.
Moulding her body against mine, I wrapped an arm around her body, keeping my other hand on the small of her back. Resting her head against my chest, I felt her sigh. “Okay?” I whispered.
“I’m happy, Peter. I can’t remember being happier.” Pressing a little firmer, she added, “And you’re hard again.”
“Do you blame me?”
“I’d be disappointed if you weren’t hard considering I’m hot and sexy for you tonight.” Taking a chance, my hand facing away from our mother, I moved it down to her arse. That made her head move back to gaze up at me with a smile. “Little brother, are you feeling up your sister?” she asked in humour.
“I am.”
“Good. Give both of them a gentle squeeze.” Doing as she asked earned a larger smile. “My brother has strong hands.” Pressing into me again, she added, “And I think my brother isn’t so little in a certain department.”
“I wouldn’t know…”
“Well, I can have a look and let you know.”
“You want to see my dick?”
“I want to do more than just see your dick, Peter…”
We danced through a couple of songs before she took my hand, leading me back towards where our mother was waiting for us with new drinks. After finishing those, she suggested that we should go home as it was a school night plus she and my sister had work in the morning. Mum drove us home, walking us to the front door. Mum hugged my sister first before she hugged me for longer.
“My little boy is now a man,” she whispered, before she started to cry, “I feel I’ve missed so much the past two years. I lost nearly everything because…”
Shushing her gently, I gave her a gentle squeeze. “Water under the bridge, Mum. I don’t give a shit about him, and I’m not worried about the past. All I’m worried about now is the future, and you’re going to be a big part of it, Mum.”
“Promise?”
“I promise. I love you, Mum. Never stopped or wavered. We just had some difficult times, but we got through them.”
“Thank you, Peter. I love you too. And I’m one proud mother too.”
“Good!”
Kissing her cheek, I waited until she’d pulled away before I headed inside. The light for the stairs was switched on, assuming Jennifer had already headed upstairs, so I headed up myself, walking into my bedroom to find Jennifer waiting for me in the middle of the room. She smiled at me as I walked towards her.
“Want to help me out of my dress?”
She turned around and I helped lower the zip from the top to just above her arse. She let it go so it slowly slid down her body, pooling around her ankles. She bent over, pressing her arse into my crotch, picking it up and carefully laying it over the back of the chair at my desk. Moving backwards, she took my hands, so my fingers rested on her stomach.
“You’re hard again,” she whispered. I didn’t reply, lifting my hands slowly up her body until they were cupping her breasts. I released a breath as she turned her head and smiled at me. “You’re feeling up your sister,” she teased.
“I know…”
Turning around in my arms, she leaned up and kissed me on the lips for the first time. Every other kiss had always been a cheek or my forehead. Leaning back for a moment, she smiled before leaning in to kiss me again. I was ready this time, ready for my first proper kiss. I had no real idea what I was doing, but figured it out rather quickly, thanks to my sister. She didn’t need to say anything, I just followed her lead.
When her tongue slid into my mouth, I groaned and she needed to laugh for a moment, pulling her tight and earning a moan from her as she would have felt my erection pressing into her.
Kissing her again, I moved us across the room so I was sitting on the edge of the bed, Jennifer positioning a leg to either side of me, pushing me back so I was lying flat so she could keep kissing me. My hands ended up resting on her arse, using one to stroke her back, and I’m fairly sure she was ever so faintly rubbing her pussy against the tent in my trousers.
“Holy shit,” I finally exclaimed, needing to take a deep breath.
“And that’s just the start, Peter,” she replied, kissing the tip of my nose, “Stand up as you need to get as close to naked as possible.”
Sliding off my lap, she helped me to a standing position, her fingers immediately moving to the buttons of my shirt. Helping that off, she placed it over her dress before her fingers were running up and down my arms before she caressed my chest and back. Smiling up at me, she slowly fell to her knees, helping me with my shoes and socks before running her fingers up my legs towards my belt. After undoing that, she unfastened the button, lowered the fly, and lowered my trousers.
“Oooh, it looks like my little brother has a big surprise for his sister,” she stated, running the tips of her fingers over the tent. I groaned as no-one else had ever touched me.
“Fuck… Jenny…”
“I did say I wanted to see it, but not just yet.” Standing up, she took my hand and led me towards her bedroom. “My bed is larger and more comfortable.”
Sitting me down on the end of the bed, she placed one of her feet between my legs, having me slide off the high-heeled shoe before doing the same with the other. Placing her left foot between my crotch again, her foot ever so gently caressed my cock as she undid everything before rolling the thigh-high down her leg, before doing the same with the other. After taking off everything else except her bra and panties, she walked around the bed and pulled back the covers.
“Are you going to join me in bed, Peter?”
“Absolutely.”
Sliding under the covers with her, we moved towards each other, hugging before we kissed with all the love we had for each other, pressing our bodies against each other, almost moaning in unison. Her fingers caressed my chest before they moved south and slid underneath the band of my underwear, feeling her soft hand caressing my shaft.
“Oh fuck… Jenny…” I moaned softly.
“If you cum quickly, that’s okay, Peter.” Blushing just earned another soft kiss. “We’re going to take this nice and slow. But… How would you love not only your first kiss but a birthday blowjob from your older sister?”
“Really?”
Her face lit up at the sound of my excitement. “Really.”
Rolling me over onto my back, Jennifer straddled my lap, feeling her pressing down on my cock again, smiling for a moment before she leaned down and kissed me again. Leaving a trail of kisses down my chest, she ran her mouth and teeth over the tent in my underwear, grabbing the band and helping free my cock for the first time.
“Oh my… You are definitely not my little brother, Peter,” she whispered, smiling up at me, “You’ve got a lovely big cock.”
“Thanks,” I whispered in reply.
She helped me take off my underwear before sitting on her knees before my legs, taking my cock in her right hand and slowly stroking it a few times. I gasped and groaned at the feeling of another hand touching me so intimately for the first time. “I can barely wrap my fingers around it,” she stated, “Fuck, this will feel so good in my pussy soon.” I nearly climaxed at the idea of being inside my sister. She felt my cock throb and laughed. “Love that idea, handsome? Your sister underneath you as you slide your big cock inside her tight little pussy?”
“You’re a tease,” I murmured.
“I know, but I’m going to love teasing you, get you all turned on until you can’t handle it anymore and just explode, hopefully all over me, or inside me.” She ran her tongue up the shaft of my cock, earning another groan. “Don’t tell me when you’re going to cum, Peter. I promise that I’ll usually swallow, but I would love to be on my knees and take your load on my face.”
“I love you, Jenny.”
“I know you do, handsome. I love you too.”
She licked my cock sort of like an ice cream, coating it in spit and drool, before she wrapped a hand around the base and slid her lips around the rest. The tip of my cock eventually hit the back of her throat, her blue eyes gazing up at me as her head slowly started to bob up and down. Not really knowing what to do, she took my right hand and placed it on the back of her head. Running my fingers through her hair earned a smile that appeared in her eyes.
She was still wearing her glasses too. I loved my sister in her glasses, and when bouncing around the house in her tight clothes, ponytail flailing about, my god, it was the stuff dreams are made of.
Groaning again, I firmed my fingers in her hair as she seemed to suck down even more of my cock. “Oh fuck,” I exclaimed.
Removing her mouth, she whispered, “I’m playing with my pussy, little brother, but you’re not going to see it tonight. But you will soon. Do you like bald, trimmed or hairy?”
“Trimmed,” I replied.
“Good answer.”
Wrapping her lips around my cock again, she used her mouth, tongue and hand in unison. Bobbing faster and faster, her tongue working the underside of my shaft, her lips growing tighter and tighter as she knew I was on the brink. Lifting her eyes to mine, she winked as she could feel my cock throbbing as my urge to orgasm would soon overwhelm me.
“Oh god!” I groaned as felt that first eruption from my cock. My sister was ready for it, her eyes lighting up as my cocked throbbed over and over again with each spurt of cum that escaped me. Gripping her hair tightly didn’t seem to bother her either. Only once she realised my balls were empty and I had no more cum to give did she finally release my cock.
“Yummy,” she said, licking her lips rather seductively, “I’ll do that for you again whenever you want, Peter. Though you will have to learn to eat pussy in return.”
“I’d love to go down on you, Jenny.”
“Good answer.”
Crawling up to lie next to me, she snuggled into my side as I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her tighter. Her fingers caressed my chest, and I ran my fingers up and down her side. “I’d love to see you naked, Jenny,” I whispered.
“I know, handsome. You will soon. I promise. But as I said, we’re taking this slow. The only reason I sucked your cock so quickly is that it’s your birthday and I just had to give you something to remember it by.”
Rolling onto my side, she turned around and spooned back against me. Rubbing her arse against me had us both chuckling before she leaned across to turn off the lamp. Lying in the darkness, I placed my hand over her breast again, earning another giggle, before I felt her lift her leg, resting it on top of my legs, and when she gasped, I whispered, “Are you masturbating?”
“I am, handsome,” she whispered, “Want to just listen and feel your sister getting herself off next to you?”
“Definitely,” I whispered back.
I felt her get herself off next to me, listening to her breathing and how it changed, the small moans and groans as she slowly played with herself. What I didn’t expect was for her to stop for a few seconds, and to my surprise, I had her panties in my hand. Holding them to my nose, I groaned as she moaned.
“I’ve got a finger in my hot pussy, Peter,” she whispered, “Finger in my pussy, while also rubbing my clit, will always get me off.” Pulling her tight to my chest had her rub her now bare arse against my cock. “I’m so wet, Peter,” she whimpered, “Soaking wet for my little brother. Sucking his big cock turned me on so much.”
Feeling her gyrating against me, her breathing grew rapid, her moans even louder, she told me as she was crying out in orgasm, her body pressing into mine as she cried out my name more than once. Pulling her tight, she kept jilling herself through her orgasm until I felt her relax and giggle to herself. “Still got my panties?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
I felt her press a pair of wet fingers against my lips. Opening my mouth, she slid them inside as I immediately sucked on them and fell in love with my sister’s taste there and then. “That’s the taste of your sister’s hot little pussy in your mouth,” she whispered, “I love to taste my pussy too.”
“You’re so naughty, Jenny.”
“I will be for you. Within the walls of this house, I am your naughty girl, Peter. We’re going to explore together. I’ll teach you everything I can, and I do like to lead, but I also love a man who likes to be in control.”
“I love the taste of your pussy.”
“Good boy. This weekend, you’re going to be licking it all the time.”
“I can’t wait.”
“I know you can’t. I can feel how hard you are again. But you need to sleep, handsome. You have school in the morning.”
Waking up in my sister’s bed left me momentarily confused when her alarm went off. Not wanting me to see her completely naked, she put on some underwear before sliding out of bed and disappeared to the shower. I was a little disappointed there was no invite to join her, though she had me smiling again when she returned and told me that I’d be joining her quite often after the weekend.
Driving me to school, I had my hand on her thigh the entire time as she lifted her skirt high enough that I could feel the soft skin of her thigh nearly all the way to her panties. Pulling up outside school, we kissed each other on the lips though it had to be chaste. “Have a good day, handsome,” she said.
“I will, beautiful. I love you.”
“I love you.”
For the first time in a while, I was rather distracted at school, at least to start with. My friends were wondering what was making me smile, stating that I’d had a lovely dinner with my mother and sister, and then we’d just enjoyed a couple of drinks at a bar before we returned home. By the middle of the day, I was back in the groove, though my sister messaged me at lunchtime, letting me know that she was thinking about me too.
Jennifer made sure things cooled down that night and into Thursday. I went to sleep in my own bedroom that night. It lasted all of half an hour before Jennifer was pulling me into bed with her, wanting nothing more than to snuggle with me. I already found that I loved sleeping with her and waking up with her in my arms was something I knew I’d want to do for the rest of my life. Thursday, I just went straight to her bed, but there was only fooling around in the sense of we made out like horny teenagers. Well, one of us was still a teenager…
Arriving home from school on Friday, I actually relaxed as I knew we’d be heading out that evening, waiting for my sister to arrive home. She always arrived earlier on a Friday, working longer hours from Monday to Thursday. Bouncing in the doorway not long after 5pm, she noticed me on the couch and immediately straddled my lap, kissing me how she greeted me nowadays.
“Ready for tonight, handsome?”
“Definitely. It should be a lot of fun.”
“Want to go take a shower and see your sister naked for the first time?”
“God yes.”
“Good. Let’s go.”
To my amusement, she undressed on the way upstairs, so we were both down to our underwear by the time we entered the bathroom. Closing the door, she told me to wait as she took off her plain white bra first, freeing her breasts in front of me for the first time. She chuckled at the reaction of my eyes as I took in their absolutely perfect form, her nipples incredibly pink and I could see her excitement in how hard they were. She placed her hands behind her back and thrust her chest out.
“You like them?”
“I want to touch them right now, Jenny.”
“You’ll be touching them plenty when you start washing me down.” Glancing down, she smiled back at me. “I think my little brother likes that thought. Want to see my pussy?”
“More than anything,” I whispered.
Stepping towards me, she asked me to get onto my knees. Turning around, she slowly pulled down her panties, bending forward and giving me a terrific look at her arse, keeping her legs spread just enough that I could see her pussy. Once they were off, she turned around and I could see the trimmed triangle of hair above her slit.
“Here you go,” she said softly, offering me her panties, “Inhale your sister’s scent. She gets wet all day thinking about all the things her little brother will do to her in the future.”
Taking the offered panties, I held them to my nose again and groaned before I glanced up at her and smiled. “I’d love to taste you,” I whispered.
“I know, Peter. You’ll taste me tonight, I promise.”
Standing up, she gestured for me to take off my underwear, quickly pushing them down and freeing my cock. It was my turn to chuckle as her eyes simply lit up as she didn’t hesitate in taking my cock in her hand, earning a groan from her brother as I loved feeling her soft hands anywhere on my body. Wrapping an arm around her body, she moved her head so I could lean down to kiss her properly, her hand gently stroking my cock at the same time.
“Come on, little brother,” she whispered, “You need to wash your dirty older sister. She keeps giving her little brother her soaking wet panties to enjoy.”
After switching on the water and waiting for the water to warm up, she stepped under the water first before I joined her, both of us taking a moment to get nice and wet. Handing me the bottle of scented body wash, I poured a liberal amount on her body before I started to run my hands over her body. I actually focused on soaping her up first before she turned around and that was the sign to start playing with her breasts.
“Squeeze them gently but pinch my nipples,” she moaned, rubbing her arse against my hard cock at the same time. Doing as she asked earned more than one moan, and she turned her head so I could lean down to kiss her. “Want to touch my pussy?”
“God yes.”
Taking my wrist, I felt her spread her legs slightly before she guided my hand down to between her legs. When she gasped and moaned softly, she turned to kiss me again. “Now you’re fondling your sister’s pussy, Peter,” she whispered.
“Fuck… Jenny…”
“I know, baby. I’m really horny too. Want to make me cum?”
“Jenny, I’ve wanted…” She smiled which shut me up for a moment. “Jenny, I’d love to make you cum.”
She gave me a few instructions as I blindly felt up her pussy for the first time, running my fingers gently over her labia before I finally slid my finger inside her pussy for the first time. She whimpered and leaned back against me, needing to kiss me again, before she whispered for me to position my hand enough so I could also give her clit some attention.
“Like that, Peter,” she whimpered, “Just like that…”
“Oh fuck… Jenny…”
“I’ll suck you afterwards, I promise, but I really need my little brother to make me cum and feel soooo good right now.”
She eventually moved to rest back against the wall, turning to face me, taking my hand and showing me the best way to finger her while also ensuring I pleasured her clit at the same time. I had to suck on my fingers every few seconds, just so I could taste her, making out otherwise as I fingered her faster and faster. Her hands ended up on my back, and I felt her fingers digging into me.
“Oh fuck!” she cried out and I smiled to myself as I knew she was enjoying an orgasm, the walls of her pussy squeezing my fingers tightly. She ordered me to stop, her body shaking as the orgasm tore through her body, only asking me to stop though leaving my fingers deep in her pussy so she could catch her breath.
“That was so hot,” I stated.
“Tonight, you’re making me cum with your tongue.”
“I can’t wait.”
Taking my fingers from her pussy, she grabbed my wrist and rather seductively sucked on my fingers. Smiling at me, she proceeded to soap me up before ending up on her knees. Without hesitation, her lips ended up around my cock as her head bobbed up and down. I knew I wasn’t going to last long, my sister staring up at me, looking as happy as I’d ever seen her. Running my fingers through her hair, the same eyes softened as she removed her mouth for a moment.
“I love sucking my brother’s cock,” she stated, “And I hope he loves licking his sister’s pussy just as much.”
Resuming her blowjob, I warned her within a couple of minutes that I was close to orgasm. Her tongue drove me wild, and she just sucked me even faster before I needed to lean against the tiled wall, groaning loudly as I erupted in her mouth. “Holy fuck,” I grunted, “Jesus, Jenny…”
I heard her gulp my cum down before I moved back slightly so she could stand up. Without a word, she resumed washing me up and down before hugging each other tightly. “Now that was fun,” she stated, “But we should probably start… Oh fuck it, we’re going to lie naked on the bed for a while.”
After drying each other off, she checked her phone to see that we had time to snuggle together. Having not had the chance to have her completely naked when in bed, I loved having her naked body next to me, unable to stop looking her up and down. “You’re so beautiful,” I said softly.
Pushing me so I was resting on my back, she straddled my lap and kissed me, rubbing her pussy along the length of my cock, causing us to groan together. “I really want to feel you inside me,” she said, resting her forehead against mine, “To feel you slide inside me for the first time.”
“I feel the same way, Jenny,” I told her, “But I’m willing to wait as long as you want.”
“You don’t feel rushed?”
“Jenny, I can’t tell you how long I’ve had a crush on you.”
“I know you’ve had a crush on me for a long time. I was aware from the day you moved in with me.”
“How could I not crush on my beautiful older sister? The best thing is that we’re now naked together after fooling around in the shower.”
“And we need to start getting ready to go out with our friends.”
“We could stay in…”
“And while that does sound lovely, we have made plans, Peter.” Sliding off my lap, she leaned up to kiss my cheek. “We can fool around all weekend,” she whispered, “Let’s just have some fun with our friends tonight.”
Returning to my bedroom to get dressed, I made my sister smile by choosing the right shirt and trouser combination, while she looked as sexy as ever, this time going with an all-black ensemble of dress, thigh-highs and shoes, whispering into my ear that her lingerie was also black… “And I’m going to turn myself on all night by thinking of you licking my pussy tonight, so they’ll be lovely and wet for you when you take them off tonight,” she added softly.
Meeting her eyes, I kissed her, pulling her into my body. Moaning softly, it took all the self-control I had to finally pull away, smiling as her cheeks were rather bright. Before we could kiss again, she cleared her throat and suggested we head downstairs, and enjoy a quick drink, before our taxi arrived to take us out.
Jennifer enjoyed wine. I wasn’t particularly interested in that. Didn’t really like beer either. Like many young people, I liked my pre-mixed drinks. It’s a booming business in our homeland. We enjoyed a drink together, standing on either side of the kitchen counter. My sister looked absolutely beautiful, and she caught me simply staring at her in silence more than once.
“I love you, Jenny,” I finally whispered.
“I know, Peter.”
“No, I mean…”
She reached forward and gently grasped my hand. “Peter, I know exactly what you mean. And it’s okay because I feel the same way about you.”
I gave that some thought before I had to ask, “So what do we do?”
Walking around the counter, it was amazing how a simple hug from my older sister could make me feel better about life. Returning her hug, she finally replied, “You leave everything to me. All that matters is that we love each other and want to be together. Keeping our love a secret will be difficult for both of us. There are options, some of them more difficult than others.”
“I just want to be together, Jenny. No matter what.”
She leaned back and searched my eyes before another dazzling smile formed. “That’s how I feel too, Peter, but we also have to be careful for now. Most people won’t understand.”
“I know…”
The taxi arrived a few minutes later, and we sat in the backseat as we were driven to the pub where we’d be enjoying drinks and a meal at first before we’d head off to the club. Some of our friends were already there, and after Jennifer bought some drinks, we spent time chatting, the fact we were so close was no surprise to any of our friends. By the time we moved to the table we reserved, no-one paid any attention to the fact Jenny sat next to me, nor the fact she would listen intently to whatever I had to say. I’d always do the same with her, and we were always complimented on how close and affectionate we were with each other.
“Are you giving dating any thought?” one of her friends asked when we were enjoying dessert.
Jennifer almost choked on the ice cream she was eating. “Um, no, not really.”
“Why not?” another friend asked, “Peter is eighteen now and I’m sure is looking…”
“Actually, I’m not going anywhere just yet,” I stated quickly, “I intend on going to university and Jenny has already told me I’m welcome to stay.”
“And I’m far too busy with my career to worry about dating,” Jenny added.
“But don’t you want to get laid?” her first friend asked.
“I don’t want to get crude, Melissa, but I can take care of myself.” Jennifer bumped me gently. “I know that’s a little too much information, Peter…”
“He probably hears you,” a third friend joked, “You probably don’t hear him. Men are known for being rather silent when stroking off.”
“What about you, Peter?” a friend of mine asked, “The last girl you dated was Lucy when you were fifteen. Surely you’re ready to dip your toe back in the water?”
“Not particularly,” I replied, “I want to focus on my exams, and then I’m going to spend most of this summer working before I then re-focus on my studies.”
The conversation carried on like that for a few more questions for both my sister and me until they eventually grew bored and changed subjects. Jennifer gave me a look and smiled, moving her chair a little closer as I wrapped an arm around her. As we’d always had no problem showing affection in front of our friends, no-one paid any attention.
Heading off to the club later that evening, my sister wanted to dance and made sure she spent most of the time dancing with me. We also danced with others, and my friends tried more than once to get me dancing with someone I didn’t know. Slowly but surely, all our friends were getting rather drunk. I’d only enjoyed a couple before switching to soda, while Jennifer had been drinking water since we enjoyed dessert.
We were in the middle of the dancefloor, her arms around the back of my neck, my hands on her lower back, when she leaned up and placed her cheek against mine. “Want to go home, Peter?”
“Whatever for?” I teased.
“Because I need something and only my brother can do it for me.” She leaned back and smiled. “I’ll fake being drunk and you’re just my caring brother.”
I’ll tell you one thing. My sister is a terrific actress when she needs to be. Within seconds, she was acting like she’d enjoyed an entire bottle of vodka, so when I told everyone that I really needed to take her home, I won brownie points from her friends, for being such a caring brother, while my friends also smiled and suggested my sister would owe me something big when she got over her hangover the next day.
She was acting sober by the time the taxi pulled up to escort us home. Snuggling into my side, I noticed the driver glance into the rearview mirror more than once, wondering if he was making assumptions about our relationship or was simply checking out my sister.
Heading inside after paying the driver, Jennifer continued to hold my hand as she led me upstairs towards her bedroom. “We should shower first,” she suggested, “I’m a little bit sweaty and I want to make sure my pussy is nice and fresh for my little brother.”
“You know I’d probably…”
She met my eyes and laughed. “I’m more than aware you won’t care, Peter. For this first time, let’s just do it this way. Most of the time, you’re right, I won’t give a shit. I’ll be more worried about you eating my pussy.”
Stripping off, she led us both naked towards the bathroom. Somehow, we managed to behave ourselves though she did have a good chuckle at the fact I remained rock hard the entire time. She told me that she simply took it as a compliment. Even though I was eighteen and a gust of wind could make me hard, seeing my hot sister naked, and somewhat teasing me when cleaning herself, certainly made me even harder.
Returning to her bedroom, there was no hesitation as we started to make out. She loved it as my hands explored her body, gently caressing her breasts, eventually leaning down to take a nipple in my mouth, loving the soft moans she released. As for my hands, one made its way down her body before I felt her legs open slightly as I felt her wet pussy for the first time.
“Gentle,” she whispered, “Just explore for now, Peter.”
Focusing on her breasts, mixing sucking and licking her breasts and nipples with leaning up to kiss her, as I slowly figured out how she liked me just to play with her pussy. Once my fingers were rather wet, I lifted them to taste her, watching her smile at me as I sucked my fingers clean. Sliding my hand back down, she spread her legs wider as I slid a finger inside her, meeting her eyes as she released a gasp.
“Easy,” she whispered, “Nice and easy, Peter.”
“Just tell me what you like, Jenny,” I replied, “I just want it to feel good for you.”
“It’ll feel even better when you kiss down my body then lick my pussy.”
“I can take a hint, Jenny.”
Kissing down her body, I arrived at her pussy and inhaled her scent, groaning at how delicious it was. I took a few seconds to just look at her, glancing up to see her smiling at me. There was that triangle of hair but otherwise, she kept herself nice and smooth. Running my tongue slowly up her slit earned another gasp of surprise before I just let nature take its course and got to licking my sister.
As I figured out what to do, she gave me some instructions, where to lick her, how hard to press my tongue, whether to be softer or firmer, and when to use my fingers. She even suggested I tickle her rosebud, meeting her eyes as she smiled at me, telling me that she would be teaching her little brother everything over the coming months.
Hand on heart, I loved licking her pussy. I can’t quite describe the taste, but I loved it immediately. I knew I’d happily eat her pussy every day and night for the rest of my life. But I also loved the communication from my sister. Not only did she tell me what she wanted, but I figured out from how her body reacted what to do as well. It was a real learning experience, one I thoroughly enjoyed.
“That’s it, Peter,” she whispered, “Two fingers, curl them, find my special spot.”
“Okay…”
“And see the little nub that’s appeared. That’s my clit. I know you know what it is, but how I like it is just gently run your tongue around and over it. And when I say ‘Don’t stop’, just keep doing whatever you’re doing.”
“I just want to make you cum, Jenny.”
“Peter, I’m going to cum so hard because my little brother is loving me.”
Sliding a pair of fingers inside her and finding that special spot, she begged me to start licking her clit, watching how her back started to arch, her legs shaking, and I could feel her pussy starting to squeeze my fingers. Her breathing grew rapid, she started moaning louder and louder, and I was now beyond turned on myself, thinking of just sliding my cock inside my sister after I’d made her cum.
“Oh god…” she cried out, “Little firmer on my clit, baby…” Remembering what my sister said, I did exactly what she wanted, and it worked like a charm. “Keep doing that, Peter… Oh god, my little brother is going to make me cum!”
She sounded as excited as I felt, her fingers finding their way into my hair, keeping my head in place. And then it happened. I made my sister orgasm. She cried out loudly, her thighs tried to squash my head, her pussy squeezed my fingers even tighter, and I didn’t relent for a second.
“Yes!” she cried, “Don’t stop, baby! Eat my pussy!”
I’ll admit that I nearly came without touching myself at how excited she was. And I learned over the next couple of minutes that my sister could orgasm multiple times in a short space of time. I was relentless once I’d figured out what she liked. She eventually had to cry enough, whispering for me to stop. Removing my fingers, I gave her a few last licks before I sat back on my knees, sucking my fingers clean, as I gazed down at my sister.
She slowly sat up, wrapping a hand around the back of my head, and dragging me down to kiss her. “No-one has ever pleasured me like that before,” she whispered, “But it also meant so much more because it was my brother.” Her other hand wrapped around my cock, slowly stroking me. “And you definitely deserve something in return. I’m going to get on my knees for you, Peter, and I’m going to suck them and swallow every drop of your cum.”
Considering how turned on I was, I wasn’t embarrassed that I barely lasted a couple of minutes before I enjoyed one hell of an orgasm of my own. And she kept her word, not spilling a drop, even opening up her mouth to show me the cum before she closed her mouth and gulped it down. Getting to her feet, I had no problem kissing her considering she would take my load in her mouth then swallow it.
Heading downstairs, we grabbed a drink, mixing sipping at our glasses with kissing and fooling around on the couch. I loved making her laugh, the sound echoing around the otherwise empty house. Finishing our drinks, it had been a long night and I was feeling it, returning to her bedroom and her bed, Jennifer spooned back against me, hearing her giggle as my cock was immediately hard again.
“Not sure about me, but I might wake up and just want to pleasure my sister again,” I whispered into her ear.
“Peter, you have permission to eat your sister out whenever you want from now until we go to bed together on Sunday night.”
“Really?”
“If you eat me out like you did earlier, I’m definitely not going to complain.” She turned around to meet my eyes in the near darkness. “Peter, I’ve never cum that hard with anyone before. Sure, I’ve not had many lovers either, but I know how special it was, and it always will be, because of who I’ll be with going forward.”
My sister learned that I backed up my words. I woke up when it was still dark and had her giggling when I spread her legs and started to lick her out. She was wide awake rather quickly, and I loved making my sister orgasm more than once again. Asking if I wanted the favour returned, I kissed up her body before leaving a soft kiss on her lips, whispering that I was simply following what she’d said earlier. That I would be eating her pussy all weekend.
We didn’t leave the house on Saturday, and after cornering her twice and going down on her, she didn’t bother wearing panties, just wearing a skirt for some modesty. I lost track of how many times I went down on her, happy to just sit her back on the couch, spread her legs, and simply savour her taste. I complimented her all the time on how much I already loved it.
She did return the favour occasionally, and I learned that my sister did enjoy swallowing my cum. She asked if I wanted to give her a facial. Though the idea was erotic, I said I loved knowing that she was so happy swallowing my cum. “Always, little brother,” she said, cuddling into me during one of those moments we were not fooling around.
Heading to bed that night, she only had one orgasm when she cried enough. “My pussy isn’t sore, Peter, but there are only so many orgasms a girl can enjoy before she’s had enough,” she stated, cuddling me tightly, “But thank you for today.”
“My pleasure. And I definitely mean that.”
I didn’t exactly leave my sister alone the next day, and she did come looking for me a couple of times, wanting her little brother to use his rapidly developing expert tongue, but we spent more of the day just spending time with each other, cuddling on the couch as we watched television or movies. She cooked us a roast dinner, which I helped prepare, eating side by side at the table before we showered and enjoyed an early night in bed.
“I don’t want to rush into making love,” she whispered as she cuddled into my side, “I really want to, and I know you want to. And we’ve already crossed so many lines already. Can you wait a little longer?”
“As long as you want, Jenny.”
“Thank you, Peter. I know it won’t be easy because I’m going to be your first, and you’re feeling a lot of nervous excitement but also tremendous love for me. But… I’m also scared.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m your older sister, and there is still that small part of my brain telling me not to do this with you. But I’m choosing to listen to my heart, which is telling me that I’m in love with you and that we’re going to spend our lives together.”
Pulling her close, I replied softly, “I’m in love with you too, Jenny.”
“Good. Now cuddle your older sister like your life depended on it. It’s going to be another long week.”
It was a long week though we still managed to make time for each other every night. What my sister learned, following on from the events of the weekend, is that I lived to give. Even though she was tired, my sister loved it when I happily went down on her, helping her to more than one orgasm nearly every evening.
Receiving a call from our mother on Thursday night wasn’t a surprise. I spoke to her first before Jennifer took my phone and had a word. When she informed me that our mother would be visiting for lunch on Sunday, I had to admit to her a slight onrush of nerves as I had a bad feeling I’d act differently and our mother would notice.
Jennifer hugged me which helped me feel better. “We’ve always been affectionate and loving, Peter,” she assured me, “She won’t notice anything different about our relationship. Unless you get underneath the table and start licking my pussy while she’s here…”
“That’s one way to announce our new relationship to her!”
Arriving home from work on Friday night, I sat my sister down and said I wanted to take her out on a proper date for the first time. Her face absolutely lit up before she practically leapt on me, her lips on mine before I had my face absolutely covered in kisses. When asked why she reacted in such a manner, she told me it had been too long since she’d been out on a date.
Spending most of Saturday studying, as my exams were approaching fast, we started to get ready in the late afternoon. My sister had me laughing when she dropped a pair of obviously wet panties onto my workbook. Kissing my cheek, she whispered, “I’ve been excited about our date all day. I might have snuck into my bedroom to masturbate earlier.”
“You’re a tease,” I whispered back.
“Only for my handsome little brother, who is taking his sister on a date tonight. I’m the luckiest woman in the world right now.”
“Do it because I love you.”
Hugging me tightly, she murmured how much she loved me before adding she was going for a shower, and that I wasn’t invited, otherwise we’d never leave the house. As soon as she left, I picked up her panties and inhaled her scent. She’d already told me more than once that I was allowed to use her panties to jerk off. She loved the idea of me being turned on and then using her panties to get myself off. She’d already shown me new undergarments she’d bought as she wanted to look sexy for me.
To my delight, she was wearing an all-red ensemble once again… except for the panties, lifting her dress to show that she wasn’t wearing any. Noticing my reaction, she smiled and walked towards me, resting her hands on my chest. “My brother should have constant access to my pussy,” she said, leaning up to kiss my cheek.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Jenny.”
Laughing to herself, she hugged me tightly. “I do it only because I love you.”
It was a fantastic night out. I’d reserved a table at one of her favourite places to eat. The food was fantastic, the service excellent but not overwhelming, and Jennifer barely stopped smiling the entire time. Despite living together, conversation flowed easily, and the one topic I loved talking about was the future. We knew we wanted to be together forever, but there were other matters to discuss. Marriage wouldn’t be possible, at least officially, but then there was the fact we wanted a family.
“We’ll need to look into it,” she suggested, “But I have already done my own research.”
“And?”
“There’s a good to firm chance that it will just be like a normal pregnancy. The main problem we’d face is that fact I’d be single and pregnant, and we’d both want nothing more than to announce we were having a child together.” She paused before asking, “You want to be a father, Peter?”
“Not right now but I do want children.”
“Good. I want children too. But I’ll remain on birth control for the time being.”
“You won’t want me to…”
She leaned forward, a smirk on her face. “Oh no,” she said softly, “My little brother is always going to fill his big sister’s pussy with his cum. I’m waiting for that first time I feel you cum in me.”
“Tonight?” I wondered.
“Maybe… I might just want more of that talented tongue of yours before I swallow your cum instead.”
Clearing my throat, I looked around for our waitress so I could pay the bill before we headed off to a nearby bar. Jennifer wrapped her arms around my left as we strolled along, leaning into me as I released her arms and wrapped my arm around her instead. Finding a table at the bar I’d chosen, it was busy, but the service was still quick enough that the wait wasn’t intolerable. A few people did get up to dance, so I was not surprised when Jennifer eventually offered her hand and dragged me up.
She was laughing within a minute as she felt something poking her. After dancing to a couple of songs, we returned to our table, my sister taking my hand and ensuring it slid under her dress. She was almost dripped wet, her inner thighs feeling wet at the same time.
“Take me home, Peter,” she whimpered as soon as my fingers grazed her pussy, “I’m really fucking horny.”
We didn’t make it to the bedroom, stripping the dress off my sister as soon as we were in the house, placing her on the couch, spreading her legs, and I just devoured her pussy. She was so horny, her first orgasm arrived within barely a couple of minutes, and as she didn’t tell me to stop or slow down, I was relentless. Fingers caressing her special spot, my tongue working her clit, I helped my sister get off over and over again until she practically passed out.
Easily able to carry her upstairs, I made sure we had a quick wash before I helped her to bed. “Blowjob morning,” she murmured, snuggling into me.
I was fast asleep when I was woken by my sister ever so slowly giving pleasure to my morning wood. Lifting the blankets, she gazed up at me and smiled before resuming her task. Asking if she wanted to spin around, she shook her head, stopping for long enough to tell me that this was my treat, and I was to simply enjoy it.
I loved my sister.
Still returned the favour after I’d made her cum though. Enjoying a shower together, we spent the morning making sure the house was neat and tidy before our mother arrived. She wouldn’t actually care if the place was a mess, having never been one to need a pristine house, but there was still that part of us that wanted to impress her.
Mum arrived as Jennifer was putting the finishing touches to the lunch she’d prepared. Nothing spectacular, not that our mother would have expected too much, sitting together in the living room as we spent time catching up. What was clear to my sister and me was that our mother was genuinely happy. Once we’d finished eating, she took a deep breath and asked for us to listen.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly, “I should have done something about your father so much sooner, but I felt trapped, as much as you likely felt. I should have done better, but I stayed mostly through fear. I honestly thought he’d take matters into his own hands should I leave and take you with me. There was a time when your father loved you and would have fought heaven and earth to keep you.”
“Not so much anymore now,” I muttered.
“And that’s on him. You’re both adults and you’re not required to keep a relationship with family, particularly those who have treated you so poorly. I’m not an angel myself…”
Jennifer hugged our mother first, and I wasn’t surprised when she burst into tears, hugging Jennifer tightly in return. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life making up for my mistakes,” Mum whispered, “If you’ll let me…”
“It wasn’t your fault, Mum. I know that.” Jennifer took a deep breath before continuing. “In a way, we’re all victims. Dad bullied me. He terrified you. And I know Peter doesn’t exactly have warm feelings for him either.”
“The man’s a complete dick,” I stated with humour, earning chuckles from the two women in my life, “He’s got problems and refused to do anything about it. Easier to just blame the world.”
“Do either of you blame me for… you know, stepping out…”
“Many will likely judge you, Mum,” Jennifer replied, “Morally, it perhaps would have been better to leave before finding someone…”
“He was simply a friend to start with, someone to talk to and lean on as my marriage dissolved into what it turned into. I felt like a slave, barely even a wife. I’m now with a man who treats me as his equal, as his partner, and shows how much he loves me every single day.”
“That’s all we’d want for you, Mum,” I said, “Honestly, part of me doesn’t blame you for wanting to find someone who was going to treat you right. We’ve both seen how Dad talked to and treated you for years. It was nothing short of abuse. It doesn’t always have to be physical for it to be abuse.”
Mum stayed for dinner as the three of us talked about anything and everything from our lives and growing up. I think we both started to understand our mother more during those conversations. She admitted to her own faults, whether while raising us, and particularly for decisions made during her marriage, but it was obvious she hadn’t loved our father for a long time by the time she’d made the choice, feeling trapped as she was.
When she left later that night, the hug she shared with Jennifer led to both of them shedding more than one tear. “I love you, Mum,” Jennifer whispered. Our mother sobbed upon hearing those words. I think it was the first time Jennifer had said them to her in quite a while.
Hugging me next, Mum told me that, even though I was younger, to look after my sister, protect her from men like our father, and to give her all the love I could. Leaning back, I searched her eyes and face, wondering if she already had it figured out. But she gave nothing away, simply kissing my cheek, letting me know she was proud of her son and daughter, and delighted to see we were functioning adults, particularly after the trials and tribulations of our home life growing up.
“How are you feeling?” I asked my sister once she was cuddled up to me again on the couch.
“Cathartic. I think we’ve needed to have that conversation for a long time. Now that I’m a little older and a little more mature myself, I can understand what our mother went through.”
“She had it tougher than I thought. I saw enough to know our father was a prick, but we were only kids and never fully understood how much of a bully he was.”
“Oh, I knew he was a bully…”
“Ah… Shit…”
“It’s okay, Peter. You copped it too. We’re not going to sit here and compare. We all suffered to various degrees. It was the main reason why I wanted you here with me. Get you out of there and part of me thought it would be the kick up the arse Mum needed to leave him.”
We didn’t make love that night. It wasn’t the right time, and my sister was feeling a little fragile, cuddling me tightly in bed and needing her brother to make her feel better as she cried quietly on my shoulder. It was sorrow for our mother and the lost time together. Sorrow for herself and what she’d endured growing up. But there was also relief that she now understood and that things were starting to be better with our mother.
My sister was always happy but for the next week, it appeared a weight was lifted off her shoulders. She arrived home smiling every day, informing me of the messages she’d been swapping with our mother. There were suggestions they’d meet up more often for lunch and dinner. I would be invited, of course. Mum wanted to be close with both her children, and Jennifer suggested we head to each other’s place at least once a week for dinner.
Jennifer being happy was also good for me. She arrived home twice, immediately coming to my bedroom where I was studying, lowering my shorts and underwear to take my cock in her mouth, happily blowing me until I came, watching slack-jawed as she swallowed my cum.
“Yummy,” she’d state before kissing my cheek and returning downstairs to start dinner.
Being in such a good mood, I like to think I helped as my sister was treated to having her pussy eaten for at least an hour each night before we went to sleep. On Friday night, her hand wrapped around my cock as she lay next to me half asleep. “Tomorrow night,” she whispered, “I’m going to make love with my little brother.”
“Are you ready?”
“More than ready, Peter. I’m going to have to control myself tomorrow, otherwise, I’ll end up just riding you on the couch or something.”
“Nothing wrong with that…”
She laughed, snuggling tighter. “I want our first time to be in our bed,” she said, hot breath on my neck, “I’d move your things in here too but for appearance’s sake… But this is our bed, Peter. Our bedroom. Our home.”
We enjoyed a sixty-nine when we were both awake the next morning, burying my face in her pussy, savouring her taste as I always did. Feeling her lips wrapped tightly around my cock was a distraction as always, but I think we both enjoyed the fact we orgasmed at almost the same time.
To be honest, we were both absolutely gagging to be intimate with each other. Over breakfast, my sister was almost squirming in her chair, even after the orgasm she’d enjoyed. Whenever our eyes met, there was a hunger and desire I was now used to seeing, almost left chuckling at how she was repressing her urge to want sex with me. I’d been ready since the first time we’d fooled around though I appreciated her making me wait.
Jennifer gave in before lunchtime. I was lounging about in the living room. My sister walked downstairs, standing in front of me stark naked. Gazing up her gorgeous body, I finally met her eyes. She didn’t need to say a word as I stood up and we shared one hell of an intense kiss. Taking my hand, she led me upstairs to our bedroom, helping me strip off rather quickly, before we tumbled into bed together, both of us laughing for a moment as it was obvious how much we wanted this and how relieved it was finally happening.
Aware I was a virgin and would be relying on theory and what I’d seen in porn, she asked if I wanted to go down on her first, as she didn’t want me to worry about making her orgasm with my cock. “It’s never happened before,” she admitted, “And I don’t want you to be disappointed if I don’t cum when we make love.”
My sister didn’t have to ask if I wanted to eat her out. I smiled, spread her legs as I kissed down her body, and spent at least half an hour slowly bringing her to the boil until she practically exploded. “Holy shit!” she cried out as her entire body quivered, “I think they’re better because it’s my brother!”
Reaching down to guide my cock, she leaned up to kiss me as I felt her press the head of my cock against her. Meeting her eyes, she smiled and whispered, “Just push forward, Peter. You’re big but you won’t hurt me.” When I blushed, she knew why. “Yes, you have a lovely big cock, Peter. It’s going to feel really good inside me. And if you need to cum quickly, that’s okay.”
“I’ll try not to.”
“It won’t matter if you do because I’m your sister and I love you. Now give me that big cock of yours, little brother.”
Sliding inside my sister for the first time was life changing. She felt so tight around my cock, so warm, so wet. I was left thinking she squeezed my cock as I slid inside her. I had to stop more than once as I thought I was going to cum almost immediately. My sister ran her fingers up and down my back as I buried my entire length, glancing down to see I was now joined with my sister in the most intimate way possible.
“My brother is in my pussy,” she murmured, “And it’s perfect.”
Meeting her eyes, I took my time figuring out how to thrust properly, so it felt good for both of us. Jennifer would slow me down occasionally and ask me to adjust my position slightly. I knew I wasn’t going to last long, her arms ending up around my neck as she begged me to cum inside her.
“Just cum, Peter,” she moaned, “It’s okay, sweetie. You’re young and you’ll be hard again in no time. I just want to feel my brother cum in for the first time.”
I fucked her hard for a couple of minutes, earning a grateful grin, before I finally warned her that I was close. Wrapping her legs around me, I groaned loudly as I felt my cock erupt deep inside her. “That’s it, handsome,” she moaned, “Fill your sister’s pussy.”
“Fuck, I love you,” I groaned, pumping my hips with every spurt of cum that filled her.
Resting on my elbows, trying to catch my breath, I felt soft lips on my cheek as I lifted my head. My sister smiled at me again. “Now I’m your woman, Peter,” she told me, “And you’re my man.”
Pulling out of her, she smiled as my cock barely went soft. An advantage of still being a teenager. Lying next to her, feeling her hand wrap around my cock, she snuggled as she kept my cock hard until she felt ready to go again. Straddling my lap, I watched as my cock disappeared inside her, leaning forward to rest her hands on my chest.
“I knew I was going to love riding your big cock,” she moaned, feeling her body start to move, “The head is going to rub against my spot, and if I grind, I’ll stimulate my clit.”
“So you’ll orgasm?”
“I’m going to cum so hard this way, Peter. And after you fill me again, you need to fuck me from behind.”
“Like it that way?”
“Only with my brother. I’ll be his submissive little sister in that position.”
Watching my sister bounce up and down on my cock was nothing short of mesmerising. She loved every minute, changing how she was sat, and I felt ever so deep inside her at times. She enjoyed more than one orgasm as she really tested us both out before she leaned forward, resting her arms on either side of me after placing my hands on her arse.
“Time to fuck your sister again, Peter,” she told me, “Just grip hard and fuck me. Need to cum?”
“Yeah.”
“Then cum in your sister again.” Kissing my cheek, she added, “And just consider this practice for when you put a baby in me.”
“That’s so hot, Jenny,” I admitted, “The idea of putting a baby in you.”
“It’s just as hot for me, knowing that one day, you’re going to knock me up.”
I came inside her again within a couple of minutes, my sister happy to rest on my chest as I stroked her rather damp back as she had ridden me for quite a while. But sensing I was still hard and ready for more, she slid off me, lowering her head to the mattress before shaking her perfect little arse in my direction.
It took me a couple of minutes to figure it all out, but once I did, I fucked my sister hard. She loved it, begging me for more and more before I pretty much mounted her and really started to drive my cock deep. “That’s it, brother,” she cried out, “Fuck your sister hard. Holy shit, I can’t believe how great your cock is.”
“So is your pussy, Jenny,” I grunted into her ear, “So hot and tight.”
“Your pussy, Peter. Whenever we’re at home, I’m yours whenever you want.”
“And me for you, Jenny.”
I came inside her a third time and needed to call a break after that. Jenny collapsed onto the bed, laughing to herself as my cum didn’t stop leaking out of her, glancing at the clock to see it was only late afternoon. “Dinner then more sex?” she asked.
“I could do with an infusion of energy to satisfy my insatiable sister.”
Playfully slapping my shoulder, she straddled me again before giving me one hell of a kiss. “Only for my little brother,” she stated, “Who I love more than anyone.”
Caressing her cheek, her eyes closed as the smile broadened. “I feel the same way about you, Jenny. I’ve been in love with you most of my life. First, just because you were my older sister and I thought you were wonderful. But ever since I moved in here… I’ve fallen for you romantically as well.”
Sliding off me, we turned onto our sides to face each other. “I fell in love with you the day Mum brought you home for the first time. I’ve often read about how big brothers feel a surge of love for their little sisters, to nurture, teach and protect them as they grow together. I think big sisters feel exactly the same way about little brothers.”
Enjoying a quick shower together, as we were in desperate need of one, we made dinner together, sitting together on the couch to eat. Watching a little television, we kept sharing glances and smiles, wondering who would give in to temptation first. To my surprise, Jennifer stripped off and straddled my lap long before I was ready to give in, helping lower my shorts enough to free my cock, moaning together as I slid inside her tight, warm pussy once again.
“Oh my god,” she moaned, “This is too addictive already. I’m taking a week off when you’ve finished your exams so we can just spend an entire week fucking each other senseless.”
“I’ll put it in my calendar. ‘One week of fucking my sister senseless’.”
“And I’ll get a double helping of birth control because I think my brother’s cum will be incredibly potent!”
She rode me until she’d enjoyed a couple of orgasms, sliding off me and resting on her elbows and knees on the floor, wiggling her arse, no need to tell me what she wanted. After I came inside her, we headed back upstairs and continued to fool around until we simply needed to sleep as we had work and school in the morning.
The next few weeks were nothing short of a dream. If we had a few spare minutes, we were making love. On the weekend, my sister would sometimes not bother putting on clothes so I could do as she wanted. Simply have her body whenever I chose. I didn’t just use my cock. I still loved going down on her, and she still loved blowing me. But we had a lot of sex. Most mornings and every night during the week, and during the weekend, we would sometimes barely leave the house.
Finishing my end of year, and end of school exams, my sister did exactly what she said she’d do, booked a week off work, and we spent a week wearing each other out. By the middle of the week, my sister was complaining that her pussy was sore though it wasn’t going to stop her being fucked by her brother. I felt the pace as well as my sister rode my cock red raw, not quite literally, but it certainly felt like it at times.
No one seemed to figure out the new relationship between my sister and me. Our friends never seemed to give any hints. We’d always been loving and affectionate, and we made sure to not change our behaviour publicly. The only person who seemed to sense a change in how close we were was our mother, but even she stated that it was lovely to see her two children were so comfortable with each other. Whenever she asked either of us about dating, we deflected, Jennifer explaining how busy she was, while I was focused on starting university the next year.
Christmas was interesting as Jennifer and I bought each other incredibly meaningful presents that did have our mother raising an eyebrow. Deeply personal but could still be fobbed off as gifts between siblings. We spent time with our mother and her partner. It wasn’t the first time we’d met him, but the more often we did meet him, the more we both liked him. He was a good man, quite clearly loved our mother, and our mother was besotted with him in return.
As for our father, we hadn’t heard a word in months. We did drive by the old house a couple of times. There was no sign of him, left wondering if he even still lived there or if the place had been abandoned. We didn’t hang around to find out. Neither of us wanted to see him.
Spending the new year together as a couple at our home was perfect. Though we could have spent time with friends, we rang in the new year in bed together, making love nearly all night and we laughed as we counted down together and I came inside her just after midnight. Though still on birth control, I did mention the idea of conceiving a baby for the new year. My sister remained silent as she cuddled me.
“As soon as you complete your studies, Peter… I don’t want you distracted while you’re at university.”
“Okay.”
“Disappointed?”
“No. I’m still quite young though I know you want to be a mother too.”
“I can wait, Peter. We have all the time in the world.”
Things came to a head around a month before I was due to begin my time at university. Mum was over for her regular weekend lunch, and the three of us discussed any topic that was on our minds. My sister and I shared the occasional brief smile as she wasn’t wearing panties and my cum would definitely be leaking out of her, considering I’d left three loads inside her between waking up, the last load only five minutes before our mother arrived.
It took a lull in the conversation for our mother to clear her throat, meeting our eyes and smiling at us. “Jenny, Peter… You’re my children and I love you. I have just one question I need an honest answer to.”
“Sure, Mum. What’s on your mind?” Jennifer wondered.
“How long have you two been intimate? And I don’t mean the usual affection. Jenny, I’m going to be blunt. You opened the door, and I immediately knew you’d just had sex. There’s a look on a woman’s face after she’d made love, and she’s enjoyed more than one orgasm, and felt a man orgasm inside her, that you simply cannot hide.”
“Mum…”
To my surprise, she took my hand immediately. “I’m not angry, Peter. At either of you. Part of me even understands. But I need your honesty right now.”
“We’ve been sharing a bed for around five months, Mum,” Jennifer replied, “We’re in love, Mum.”
“We are, Mum,” I added, taking Jennifer’s hand, squeezing it for comfort, “I’ve been in love with Jenny… Well, since I can remember.”
“Why aren’t you mad?” Jennifer had to ask.
“Because I can’t be mad that my children have found someone to love. And I already know the trials and tribulations you are going to face wanting to be together. I haven’t shared my thoughts with anyone. This is an intensely private matter.”
“You won’t try and split us up?” I asked, Mum, hearing the concern, squeezing my other hand.
“No, Peter. I’m not going to do anything except support my two children.”
“Guess I’m not as subtle as I thought,” Jennifer muttered.
“Oh, you’ve done very well up to this point, Jenny,” Mum retorted with a laugh, “I had no idea until this morning. As I said, I knew you’d had sex, Jenny, and as there isn’t another man in your life, and I know you don’t enjoy casual sex…” She paused before asking, “Have you discussed certain matters about being together?”
“We know marriage isn’t possible,” I replied.
“But we’ve already looked into having children. We’re both young, fit and healthy, with no indicators that any child conceived will suffer health concerns.”
Mum smiled at both of us again. “You’ve given this a lot of thought?”
Squeezing my sister’s hand, I replied, “Mum, I’m going to buy my sister a ring once I can afford it. We can never marry legally but I can still give her something as a symbol of my commitment to her.” I paused before asking, “Are you sure that you’re okay? You’re almost too calm about this.”
She stood up and wrapped an arm around both of us. “You’re my children and I love you both with all my heart. I’ll need a little time to really come to terms with it, but I’m not going to sit here, ranting and raving. I know I can’t stop this, and part of me doesn’t want to. I see how happy you make each other. That’s all any mother wants for their children. Your relationship just goes against the established norm.”
When she left a couple of hours later, Mum hugged each of us for a couple of minutes, whispering words of reassurance and love. When it was my turn, she eventually leaned back and met my eyes. “Look after your sister, Peter. I know you’re the younger sibling, but she had it rough for a long time. I know why you’re in love with each other, I understand, but please don’t hurt her or break my heart. You’re still both my babies, no matter how old you are.”
“I promise, Mum. We’re together forever.”
“Good boy.”
Only when she’d left did my sister give me one hell of a cuddle, admitting her disbelief that our mother was so accepting of our relationship. Then her fingers worked their way into my shorts as she gazed up into my eyes. “Can I admit something?”
“Of course.”
“Knowing your cum was dribbling out of my pussy while we were eating turned me on. Want to keep practising putting a baby in your big sister?”
“I had no idea my sister had such a way with words.”
“Your sister is going to show her talents regarding other matters in a moment. Follow me.”
I followed her upstairs, the obedient younger brother. We didn’t leave the bedroom until the next morning.
*****
Epilogue
We moved three years after I graduated from university, leaving most of our friends and family behind, as we wanted to be together in public without worry about people that we knew discovering our relationship. Along for the ride was our mother, who had married her partner, and he was aware of our relationship, surprising us by how accepting he was, suggesting he wasn’t one to judge.
Finding a house to buy, both of us ensuring we had jobs lined up, Mum and her new husband eventually moved only a couple of streets away, and for good reason. We announced Jennifer’s pregnancy a couple of weeks before departing. Her friends only knew she was pregnant, not who the father was. My mother was ever so excited, and I knew that was the moment she completely accepted our relationship.
A month after we moved, I got down on one knee and gave my sister two rings, an engagement and a wedding ring. Mum was present as I did it, my sister bursting into tears as I slid both onto her finger. She might never get the wedding she might have dreamed of, but she would have two symbols of how deeply her brother loved her.
Our first child was a daughter, and as soon as she was home from the hospital, she was adamant about trying for a second child very quickly. My mother and I both learned that motherhood came naturally to my sister. She never stopped smiling, and she would thank me at least once a day for giving her the gift of our daughter. I loved being a father at the same time, but the change in my sister was beautiful to see.
I won’t bore you with details of my father. All we know is that, somehow, he’s still alive, though the house we’d grown up in had been sold. Where he’s living, what he’s doing, who he’s with, we don’t really know and none of us really care. We’re making our lives elsewhere now. It’s a shame he’ll never meet his grandchildren, but I was left believing he wouldn’t have accepted our relationship anyway.
It’s now ten years later after our move. My sister and I have four kids. Three daughters and a son, who is our youngest. To say our daughters absolutely dote on their younger brother is incredibly cute to watch. We don’t believe it’ll ever end up like our relationship, but we also know that one day when they’re all old enough, we’ll need to tell them the truth.
Our mother loves to babysit, giving Jennifer and me a much-needed break. We’ve established a great group of friends, all of them with children, and we have that sense of community that is often missing nowadays.
We’re both in our thirties and my birthday is today. After going out for dinner, the kids were sent to their grandparents’ place for the evening as I’m sitting back on the bed, waiting for my sister to appear. Seeing her appear in the doorway had me almost drooling and my cock rock hard.
It was another red lingerie ensemble. Bra. Panties. Garter. Suspenders. Thigh-highs. Heels. Her glasses, a newer pair, are perched on her nose. Faint makeup on her face, the colour of her lipstick matching her lingerie. Her hair up in a ponytail.
“Holy shit, you’re fucking hot,” I exclaimed to her amusement, “My sister sure knows how to treat her brother.”
With a sultry smile on her face, remaining silent as she got up onto the bed, my hands ended up on her back as she leaned down to kiss me. “Your big sister needs to treat her little brother to nice things sometimes,” she breathed, “Particularly on his birthday.”
“Can I take pictures of you?”
“What are the rules of our house when we’re alone, Peter?”
“Your body is mine, as much as mine is yours.”
“If you want photos, take them.” Leaning down to kiss me again, she added, “I stopped taking birth control a couple of weeks ago. And I know, if you fill me with a lot of cum, we might conceive tonight.”
“We talked but…”
“Want to put another baby in your sister tonight?”
I grabbed and rolled her over, feeling her legs spread as my tented cock pressed against her covered pussy. “Baby or not, I want my sister tonight.”
Caressing my cheek, she returned a beautiful smile, the sort that I kept in my memory. “Get your underwear off and make love to your sister,” she whispered.
A couple of hours later, Jennifer was snuggled into my side, fast asleep, as I laid back and contemplated our future. Four kids and perhaps a fifth now on the way? I’d been terrified during those early weeks after she’d given birth to our first daughter. Now I loved our children and having another one would be wonderful. If we were lucky, it would have already happened.
Kissing my sister on the forehead, I whispered how much I loved her, hearing her murmur that she loved me in return before I closed my eyes and drifted off myself.
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