Temptation

“You still look at me the same way, Mark,” she said softly, “You’ve never stopped. Even after what I did.”

“You hurt me, Beth. The one person on this world I never thought would do that, but that didn’t mean it ever stopped my love for you.”

We finished breakfast in silence before I returned to my bedroom as I needed to dress for work. She followed me, sitting on the edge of my bed as I dressed in my usual work gear. Sitting next to her as I put on shoes and socks, I finally asked as I stood up, “What will you do?”

“Call in sick for the rest of the week, then figure out what to do next?”

“Don’t suppose you’ve let the folks know?”

“Nah. I think they’re happy we still talk to them, but I wouldn’t rely on them for anything.”

“Will you be alright here by yourself?”

She was silent before standing up to hug me. “Can you stay home with me today?”

I remained silent before I finally replied, “I don’t know, Beth. I know you’re hurting right now, but… We’ve barely been alone in the same room together since… that afternoon. And you’ve just spent the night with me, and although we didn’t do anything, I’ve got a million and one thoughts and feelings surging through me right now. And I need time to think.”

“Why did Holly leave?”

“Because I told her I didn’t want to marry her. Or have children with her. She was aware there might have been a future, but that she wasn’t ‘the one’.”

“Did you ever…”

“No, I’ve never told anyone about our relationship, Beth.” I lifted her chin so she could see my eyes, hers glistening with unshed tears. “I’ve never stopped my feelings for you, Beth. Not since that day. Yes, I absolutely hated you for a while, but that was only because of the depth of my love. That’s why I’ve kept my distance as much as you have. And now you’re here, and you’re hurting, and I love you so much, but I just can’t…”

Before I said anything else, I let her go, grabbed my bag and, after a quick goodbye, I walked out the door of my apartment, thinking work would at least provide some solitude so I could get my thoughts in order.

*****

After that first night together, Beth and I made love whenever we had the chance. We were careful about her birth control, but when I mentioned anything that I could do, she insisted I wouldn’t wear a condom, and that she was smart with her birth control. If she was sick or took anything that might affect it, she’d consult our doctor and we’d just be careful.

We didn’t move into either room, but I definitely spent more nights in her bed than she spent in mine. Some nights were torrid, sweaty fuck sessions, ending the night with each of us covered in sweat and other fluids, breathing deeply and not even bothering to go and shower. Other nights were full of love, tender and sensual lovemaking, deepening our connection to each other.

She loved surprising me with blowjobs, simply sucking me off until I came and she swallowed, before she’d head off to do whatever she’d been doing. I loved returning the favour, going down on her and helping her to more than one orgasm, before I’d wipe my chin, kiss her cheek, hearing her laugh as I always had a spring in my step.

My sister didn’t lie about trying anything and everything that came to mind. She loved it when I tied her up and just used her body for my own amusement. She returned the favour, tying up my arms, getting me hard, and denying me an orgasm as she enjoyed plenty of her own while riding me. She absolutely loved being blindfolded and having to rely on her other senses. The orgasms I’d give her while going down on her were epic.

We loved to experiment and did eventually try anal sex. It took a couple of attempts to get it right, making sure we were prepared, but once I was buried in her arse, she looked back with that smile I knew well. She loved it, at least with her brother. After that first time, it wasn’t something we did often, but occasionally she’d walk into my bedroom with lube and a towel, the signal to me that I was going to get the chance to fuck my sister in the butt.

“Hmmm. That was good,” she whispered, snuggling into me after one such session, “I thought it would hurt a lot more considering you were not exactly gentle this time.”

“I distinctly remember you ordering me to, and I quote, ‘Fuck your older sister in the arse nice and hard, little brother’. I merely followed your instructions, Beth.”

“That’s because you’re a good brother, doing what your big sister wants.”

“It’s because I love her so much.”

She gently squeezed me. “I love you just as much, Mark.”

I’m not sure if our parents ever picked up on our sexual relationship or not. They knew we were close, but considering what they were dealing with, they were pretty much oblivious to anything else around them. Now that I was eighteen, they’re entire focus was the triplets. We were now just two young adults who happened to live in the same house. We bought our own food. Ate our meals at different times. And we had the agreement with them that we would move out eventually.

In addition to the fantastic sex life, I dated my sister at the same time. Every weekend, we’d do something together. It could be a simple stroll around a park, or lunch or dinner at a nearby club. Sometimes, we’d dress up and hit the town, and the more often we went out to dance, the better I got. My sister would often be hit on by men right in front of me. I loved the rection as she’d give them short shrift. Occasionally, she’d take my hand and place it on her thigh then tell them they were not her brother. They always left, not sure if she was joking or not. Given that we didn’t look alike, they probably just thought she was taking the piss out of them.

Looking back, I’m not sure if I was fooling myself or not. Beth never gave any indication that she ever doubted our relationship. Whenever I looked into her eyes, if we were on the verge of making love, there was a mixture of love, lust and desire. Lying together, whether after making love or not, the love was always unconditional. It was a storybook romance at times, always buying her little presents, occasionally some flowers, jewellery or chocolates. I bought her a ring she wore on her right hand to signify how serious I was.

We couldn’t get enough of other. Some days I’d return home from campus, and she’d practically drag me into the bedroom, lower my shorts or jeans to take my cock in her mouth, or we’d strip naked so we could make love and fuck. She loved it when we headed out and she was on my arm. I kept myself fit and healthy as I loved it when she ran her hands all over my body.

But it seems things are not meant to last as you hope.

I’d graduated university and had found a job in the city with a fantastic firm that was going to pay me some big bucks. The whole family headed out, even our parents and the triplets, as it was a sign that both my sister and I would be preparing to leave the family home. Beth was already working but chose to remain at home until I decided to leave, as I was still of the belief that we’d move into together and get on with our lives.

It was a fantastic night. The first time I could remember where we spent time with our parents. I was even more surprised when they spoke of how proud they were of both me and my sister. They even admitted to getting things wrong. Not quite an apology but acceptance that they knew our relationship with them was strained, and they could only hope we kept in contact after we moved out.

Returning home that night, my father shook my hand, stating again that he was proud. Mum hugged me tightly and I almost burst into tears, trying to remember the last time she’d hugged me so tightly. “You’re still my little boy,” she whispered, “I’m sorry, Mark. Please keep in touch once you move out.”

“I will, Mum. But…”

She shushed me. “I know, sweetie. I know. Your father and I… We’ve made a lot of mistakes and fixing most of them will be impossible. I hope that, in the future, we’ll see you as the fantastic, mature adults you quite clearly are.”

She hugged my sister next, and I think my sister almost fell apart when they both hugged her at the same time. She was probably trying to remember the last time either parent had done the same thing for her too.

Returning to our part of the house, my sister took my hand and led me to her room, where we slowly undressed before sliding into bed, making love for what felt like hours, enjoying more than one orgasm each, before she fell asleep in my arms, whispering as always how much she loved me.

Waking the next morning, I was alone in bed, wandering through the house to find my sister. I found her in the main living room, surprised at how quiet it was. “They took the kids out for the day. Had an early start,” my sister explained, “Mark, we need to talk.”