Our Family Album

Melissa took delight in teasing her big brother, Trystan. They had always had a close relationship, probably closer than what a brother and sister should have as there were many nights that they would fall asleep in the same bed after spending hours of just talking and sharing their dreams. But once Trystan had gone off to college, Melissa had been afraid that all that might come to a screeching halt. But Thanksgiving break brought them back together along with a surprising turn in their close relationship.

Trystan had been working at the computer in their dad’s home office while everyone had been out shopping. Melissa had been out with a friend but had just come home and wandered into the office to see what her handsome, older brother was up to. Sneaking up behind him, she nibbled on his ear playfully as her arms wrapped around him from the back, whispering in his ear, “Hey you. Wanna watch a movie later?”

Trystan grinned, feeling his sister’s fingers rub teasingly along his belly and stopped typing for a moment to glance back at her over his shoulder. “Well I don’t know … I’m kinda busy,” he teased, noticing just how enticing Melissa’s lips looked hovering so close to him. What he wouldn’t give to taste them …

Melissa grinned as her fingers tickled along the muscled plane of his stomach. “Well, I wouldn’t want to put you out …” she teased.

Trystan grinned, one of his hands lifting up to cover hers, his strong fingers interlacing with hers as their eyes locked. They had always teased like this; right on the brink of doing things that both of them knew they shouldn’t but that they both longed to do. “Oh, don’t worry about that,” he replied off-handedly. “I’m sure I wouldn’t be the only one putting out.”

Melissa’s eyes darkened a bit as she looked at her brother. It was true that she wanted him and knew that there was that part of him that wanted her too. They had never really hid their attraction to each other. They had just never really done anything about it. “On the contraire,” she replied with a knowing smile, leaning close to nibble on his ear, “I’d be more than willing to put out.”

Trystan reached back between them, taking a piece of paper out of his back pocket, unfolding it to read out loud. “Rumors about Melissa … hmmm,” and then proceeded to act like he was checking off the first three as true with a grin.

Melissa couldn’t help but laugh. Her brother’s sense of humor was one of those things that she was completely attracted to. Peeking over his shoulder, she reached around him towards the paper like she was going to grab it, laughing, “You mean there are rumors about me?!?!”

Hiding the list quickly, Trystan responded in a low soothing voice, “No, there are no rumors about you.” He turned his head some towards her with a grin before adding, “I haven’t started spreading them yet.”

Lifting her right eyebrow slightly, Melissa looked at him for a long moment before sliding her hands further down over his stomach. Her voice was slightly husky as it slid over his ear like a warm caress, “Spreading what exactly?” She couldn’t help but tease him as her fingers slid down further towards the bulge in his jeans. She wanted to see how he would react to her taking their teasing for years a bit further …

Rubbing the side of his head against hers, Trystan could feel her lips brush lightly over his skin and accepted that there was nothing gentle about the way that his erection was suddenly straining its way towards her hand. As a whimper caught at the back of his throat, he could only respond softly with, “First your lips, then your legs, then your horizons …” and left the innuendo to trail off, wanting to see where she would take it.

Melissa purred softly into his ear as her lips caught his earlobe and suckled the fleshy part gently as her fingers finally slid over the hard bulge in his jeans. She wanted to feel him and now … now she finally had her chance. She could feel him lean closer back against her body and in response, pressed her palm against its hardness as her other hand slid up beneath the edge of his shirt to feel the warm skin of his belly. “That sounds very … promising,” she said, her Southern drawl caressing his ear.

As his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, Trystan leaned back against her, the t-shirt on his back pressing up against her chest, a sensation which only made him whimper again. His sister had the most gorgeous breasts he had ever fantasized about. Just as the whimper started to leave his throat, the feel of her fingers on his stomach kicked it out audibly before he allowed his spine to relax. Blinking slowly to help re-clear his mind, he dropped his left hand beside him into the bottom drawer of the desk and picked up the digital camera that was laying there. Turning slowly to face his sister, the movement pulling him out of her arms, he held the camera up in front of her as he said, “I’m game if you are.”

Glancing at the digital camera and then to his face, Melissa could feel a new flock of nervous butterflies take flight in her stomach at his words but at the same time, something within her wanted to experience this with him. Lord only knew how many times she had thought about this moment with him. Darting her tongue out over her slightly parted lips, all she could do was nod in agreement.

Double checking that the camera had batteries in it, Trystan flicked his eyes over towards the couch that sat in their parents’ home office, catching the run of his sister’s tongue out of the periphery vision. “We have a couch,” she said, letting his gaze lock with that of his sister’s. “I have a camera and you … you have entirely too many clothes on.”

Melissa couldn’t help but laugh nervously as she pulled back from him. Wiping the now sweaty palms on the tops of her thighs as if that would help reassure her that she hadn’t completely lost her mind, she glanced towards the couch where she had imagined having the most intense sexual experiences she could ever fathom with him as her teeth toyed with her lower lip. Standing upright, she moved towards it as her fingers began to slowly undo the buttons on the front of her shirt. She couldn’t help but wonder what exactly it was that possessed either one of them to do something like this finally with one another. Whatever it was that had finally pushed their limits, she wasn’t going to question it … she was just going to enjoy it.

Trystan pushed back to his feet to move around her slowly, keeping every motion of his body relaxed and at east until he came to rest on the far end of the couch. He held the camera loosely in his hands as if it wasn’t important as his gaze fixed on the expressions of his sister’s face. Moving the camera into his lap, he smiled reassuringly at her and glanced down at the couch once more as if to convey the instructions as a prelude to him leaning back against the couch to watch her.

Melissa’s eyes met his, her own gaze somewhat wide-eyed even though he had seen her nude before … harmless stumblings coming out of the bathroom and showers and even that one time they had showed each other their bodies before falling asleep in each other’s arms. But this time … this was different and it was apparent in the way in which she finally shrugged off her blouse. The silky material floated to the floor below to reveal soft, full breasts tipped with tightly coiled buds that strained beneath the material of her bra. It was apparent in the way that her fingers snaked down her belly to toy with the metal fasteners on her khaki shorts, her hips shifting and moving before they, too, fell to floor. Tossing back her long mane of hair, her lashes lowered beneath her gaze as she deftly unhooked her bra, the straps falling down her arms as her hands came up to weight their fullness in her hands before her fingers clenched in the material to pull it away. The only thing left was the satin boy shorts that covered her sex which she left on for the time being as she melted downwards onto the couch with a shy smile.

Trystan’s thumb flicked the auto flash off on the camera as he lost himself in the shy striptease being performed by his sister before him. This time, without the passion or the heat burning overtly, the best word to describe her was … shy. By the time Melissa was stripped of her clothes though, she was also stripped of her shields. There was no pretending this time … no fantasizing. What he had dreamed about with her was finally about to come true and neither one of them could stop it or even dared think about it. Instead, he sat quietly as he watched her strip down to her shorts, changing position slightly several times to account for the tightness his erection was causing in his jeans.

Moving his eyes to hers, Trystan peered at them with an intensity that saw straight through her into her soul. His gaze held a moment longer than he knew Melissa would have found comfortable before it wandered down her body, taking in the hottest sister any guy could have, roaming at leisure until his vision was fixed on the front of her silk covered crotch, his voice unwavering as he said, “Modesty is history … lose the shorts.”

Melissa felt her whole body tense and tremble just beneath the layer of skin that seemed to burst into gooseflesh from both the chill in the air and the way in which her brother leisurely assessed her. The blush in her cheeks grew until she felt her whole fact and neck aflame, spreading out across the expanse of her chest as she leaned back against the arm of the couch. Swallowing the lump that seemed to have taken permanent lodging in her throat, she dropped shaky hands to the waistband of her shorts where she slowly began to peel them downwards. Her hips curled and her knees bent to aide in its travel downwards until tanned legs unfolded to stretch outwards and her right knee bent inwards as if she were trying to shield the opening to her soul that was suddenly exposed to him. Only the smooth planes of her freshly shaven mound were apparent to him, nestled between her thighs.