I noticed the look our grandparents shared, and I was left thinking they probably agreed with that assessment.
That first kiss was wonderful. And once we figured out how to kiss properly, it released the pressure valve on our relationship. We loved each other, but I had no doubt the first shoots of romantic feelings were building. And as our parents pretty much ignored our existence, it gave us the privacy so that, in a way, we almost started dating.
The next two years until I graduated high school as an eighteen-year-old passed quickly enough. My sister was my biggest cheerleader, while I was certainly the only shoulder she leaned on whenever she was feeling the pressure of everything. We kept our relationship simple. We would make out all the time, and it never felt weird or wrong that it was my sister. She felt the same way about me.
As soon as we both had our licence, our paternal grandparents bought a cheap car for Beth, and our maternal grandparents bought me a car once I had my provisional licence in my hand. We were expected to chip in half for insurance and pay for anything else.
Beth talked about moving out as soon as she’d finished high school, but stayed because she didn’t want to leave me feeling isolated. When she turned eighteen, our parents barely seemed to realise. They gave her a present, not much of one, and there was no talk of any sort of celebration. Our grandparents didn’t say a word to our parents when they came to pick us up, ensuring their granddaughter was given a celebration to remember on the night of her birthday, before her friends took her out on the first Saturday night after she was legal to drink.
Being the caring younger brother, I stayed up until she stumbled in the door early on Sunday morning. Noticing I’d stayed up for her, she hugged me tightly and tried to kiss me, alcohol heavy on her breath. “I love you, Mark,” she murmured, “You’re so good to your big sister.”
Not going to the same school for a year sucked. I felt lonely during that last year without my best friend and sister with me, though I had plenty of other friends that made each day tolerable. Beth missed me just as much, and we’d message each other constantly each day. She was having a great time at university but had her fingers crossed I’d be attending the same campus once I’d graduated high school.
The day and night I turned eighteen, I received nothing from our parents except a ‘Happy birthday, Mark’ from my mother when I sat down for a quick breakfast. I almost wanted to ask how she remembered and if she knew how old I was, but I wasn’t in the mood for an argument. I politely thanked her, finished my breakfast in silence next to my sister, and left for school.
After my few hours at the supermarket after school, I was told to drive straight over to our grandparents as I would be taken out for dinner. Walked in the front door, my sister was already there, looking absolutely stunning in a red sundress. She kissed my cheek and led me to one of the guest bedrooms, where clothes were already waiting for me.
“Wait until we get home tonight, little brother,” she whispered. Meeting her eyes, I had a million and one thoughts no doubt reflected in my eyes. “We’re not having sex, Mark. Not yet.” She took both my hands in hers and gently squeezed them. “But I am still a virgin. The only man I’m going to be with is you, Mark. I made that promise to myself a while ago.”
“It’s obvious I’m one too, Beth.”
“No fooling around while I was away?” I knew she was joking so feigned looking hurt. She chuckled, giving me a hug. “I think you enjoy coming home to make out with your sister before bed every night.”
“Helps my sister is an absolute goddess.”
She was silent a few seconds before asking softly, “You really think that?”
“Honestly, Beth, you’re the girl of my dreams. The fact you’re also my sister just makes it even better.”
Our grandparents made sure I felt as special on my birthday as Beth had felt when she’d turned eighteen. They offered thoughtful gifts, my grandfather’s both took me to the pub to buy drinks, but when a few friends of mine also showed up, I knew Beth had organised that. After hugging our grandparent’s goodnight, we joined our friends and had a fantastic night, that ended up with us all catching a cab into the city where I would visit a nightclub for the first time.
No-one seemed to have issue with the fact I spent most of the time dancing with my sister. Everyone knew how close we were. It wasn’t provocative dancing, but I doubt many other siblings would have danced in such a manner. But if anyone thought something untoward was going on, they didn’t vocalise it. We had a great time, mixing dancing, drinking and a lot of laughing.
Being a Friday, there was no rush to get home as neither of us would work until late the next afternoon, and being later in the year, it was post-season for the sports we played. Stumbling into the house early morning, we’d both enjoyed a few drinks, but we were tipsier than rolling drunk. Having read that drinking water helps, I made sure we both had a glass as I headed to my room, Beth not halting for a second from following me in.
Placing the glasses down, I turned as she stepped towards me, kissing me with as much passion as she could muster. We’d never seen each other naked, but I think we both had the same thought in mind, as our hands were soon clumsily trying to undo buttons and zips as there was an air of desperation. “No sex,” she whispered, breaking our kiss for a moment, “But I need you naked with me tonight. For the first time, we’re sleeping together in the same bed, and tomorrow, I want to feel your erection against me.”
“Ah, you know about that…”
“I want to wake up feeling it every morning from now on, Mark.”
Seeing my sister naked for the first time had my cock harder than it had ever been. Her breasts were a C-cup. I knew that from having seen her bras in the laundry pile and I’d been curious. Years of netball and running had given her a lithe, athletic body. Glancing down to between her legs, I wasn’t really surprised that, like many young women, she was shaved smooth.
“You prefer it?” I wondered.
“I wanted no hair anywhere for when my brother licks my pussy for the first time.” Her fingers gently grasped my cock, causing me to shudder and release a snatched breath. “I just want to lie naked with you tonight, Mark. We have the rest of our lives to be intimate.”
Making sure I had my door locked, something my sister and I had done ourselves to ensure we had privacy from our parents and siblings the past few years. She slid into my bed first before I joined her, turning onto our sides and feeling her shuffle towards me, moulding her body against mine. The soft skin of her back excited me as I hugged her, our lips meeting against as our kissing rather quickly turned hot and heavy.
She kept her hand away from my cock, no doubt aware getting me too excited would lead to an accident during the night. I admitted to her that I was desperate to touch her everywhere but respected what she wanted that night.
“Trust me, Mark,” she whispered, “You’ll be touching me plenty very quickly. I just wanted to give you something sweet and loving on your birthday.”
“Beth?” In the darkness, I watched her eyes search mine. “I love you.”
She knew I meant I now loved her as much more than only my sister. We were now both adults and somewhat free to do what we wanted. Sure, the law would always consider our relationship illegal, but as long as no-one found out, we’d be fine. I was confident enough that we could fuck on the lounge and our parents would barely notice us.
Waking up the next morning with my sister in my arms, she moaned softly as my cock was poking her back, hearing her laughing lightly as she rubbed her butt against me. “You’re a tease,” I whispered.
“I know, but I’m already enjoying the feeling of my brother’s big cock against me.”
“It’s not…”
She rubbed back against me again, turning her head. “I’m going to call you big brother from now on. I can’t wait until we make love the first time and I feel this inside me.” Turning around to snuggle into me, she laughed again as I poked her again and again. “Reckon it’ll go down soon?”
“I’m eighteen, Beth. I’m a walking erection most of the time.”
After showering, not together, we made ourselves breakfast. I’m sure you might be wondering how it all worked with our parents. Sure, we still talked to them, and we loved our siblings. But we rarely did anything together as a family. I had a feeling that, now that we were both over eighteen, it was going to be suggested by our parents that we should look at moving out. I think the only thing stopping them was the fact they were aware we were both studying.
That night, my sister came straight to my bedroom when it was time for bed. Closing then locking the door, we were all over each other very quickly, still a little awkward and fumbling as we tried to undress each other. Figuring out the clasp of a bra was frustrating. “I’ll buy some bras that have it at the front,” she told me, “Or I might just stop wearing them at certain times.”
Moving over towards my bed, I ended up sitting on the edge as she straddled my lap, feeling the heat of her pussy against my cock, moaning together as I knew it wouldn’t take much movement for me to slide inside her. Her eyes widened as she pressed down against my shaft. “Fuck,” she whispered, “I’m not sure how long I can wait, Mark.”
“I’m ready whenever you are, Beth.”
“Want your sister to suck your big cock first?”
“Really?”
Smiling, she kissed my cheek. “As long as you return the favour,” she whispered.
“Beth, you have no idea how much I want to go down on you.”
Kissing me again, she carefully lifted herself up before lowering herself to the floor between my legs. Grasping the base of my cock, she spent a couple of minutes simply looking at it, occasionally running her fingers up and down my shaft and also caressing my balls, I guess figuring things out. Mentioning that she had watched a little porn, while also taking advice from friends, she just wanted to ensure I enjoyed it.
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