Coaching My Sister_(1) by Wilderness Cry

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Coaching my sister to get fit aroused me. Her body turned me on. I knew it was wrong to act on my urges, but could I stop myself? Did my sister want me the way I wanted her?
Coaching My Sister[u]Chapter One

I just had my thirty-second birthday. I have one sibling; my younger sister Deborah – or Dee – who’s twenty-eight. Since early adulthood my work has taken me all over the country and we lost touch, meeting up for Christmas and birthdays, but apart from that contact was infrequent; just the odd phone call or flying visit now and then. Despite that, we have always been close, and I have finally returned to our home town on a permanent basis, so we see each other regularly now.

Dee has had a rough time. She had married and had kids young to a man who was controlling, and violent when drunk. She eventually got away from him, but the damage was done. She’s in a relationship with a guy called Tom now, who seems nice enough and treats her well, but I don’t see any fireworks there. No real hint of passion. I don’t know if Dee is holding back because she’s afraid of getting hurt again, but he’s very overweight, and I wonder how satisfying her sex life must be.

I had piled on a few extra pounds with all my travelling and living in hotels. Having settled again, I made a point of getting myself back into shape. I like the way I look and feel again.

Dee came to me about her own weight problems, and I shared my diet and exercise routines with her, coaching her along the way. We met at hers three times a week, and I took her through a series of bodyweight floor-exercise routines, gradually ramping up the intensity as her fitness improved.

She had no problem getting hot and sweaty in front of me. I confess that, even though she’s my sister, I enjoyed watching her big tits and well-rounded ass bouncing and jiggling in front of me. She commented a couple of times that she was in danger of giving herself a black-eye if her tits bounced any harder, even in her sports bra. I wondered if she noticed that an increasing number of exercises in the routines I created involved her bouncing up and down in front of me. I can’t deny that it was arousing, but I managed to avoid getting an erection by concentrating on the coaching as hard as I could.

She soon started to shape up and look fitter. I have always thought her pretty good-looking for a sister, but getting aroused as I watched her work-out caused conflicting feelings for me. I knew it was wrong to feel turned-on by her, but as she got fitter and worked-out harder, and bounced and jiggled more and more, the urge to get my hands on her body grew stronger and stronger.

One morning we were sat in the living room together. She had showered and changed after her workout and was showing off how much weight she had lost. She was looking good, and I complemented her. She had put a low-cut top on, so when she bent forward in front of me to pick up my cup from where I’d placed it near my feet, I got a close-up view straight down her top. Without thinking, the words just came out of my mouth. “Wow! Nice cleavage.”

She laughed and blushed a little as she stood up. “Sorry, bro. Bad choice of top.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining. I enjoyed the view,” I responded, feeling my own cheeks coloring a little.

“Well, tits are tits I suppose, even if they’re your sister’s,” she said laughing again as she headed for the kitchen.

“True. Only some are a lot nicer than others,” I called after her.

She brought me another coffee, and we carried on chatting, but nothing more was said about me admiring her cleavage.

A few days later, I was round at hers again. We were stood in the kitchen after another work-out, talking as she peeled some potatoes at the sink. She paused to study one. “That’s odd. Come and look at this one. Is it safe to eat?”

I turned and stood half behind her, looking over her shoulder at the funny-colored patches on the potato in her hand. My eyes were immediately drawn to her tits again, in another low-cut top.

“What do you reckon?” she asked.

I was still focused on her tits. “Still an awesome cleavage”.

She giggled. “You’re not supposed to be looking down there. Here, look at the color of this potato. Is it safe to eat?”

I forced my attention away from her. “Just chop off the bad bits. The rest is fine.” I stayed where I was for a moment.

“Do you really think my cleavage is awesome?”

“Of course I do, or I wouldn’t have said it. You must know that anyway. You see it every day.”

“Yeah, but it’s just me. I think they’re too soft and squidgy now.”

“I wouldn’t know,” I replied.

“Have a feel then. Tell me what you think”.

I was surprised by her invitation and hesitated for a moment. Then I stepped fully behind her, put my arms around her waist and raised my hands to cup her tits, squeezing them gently. They were two big heavy handfuls and felt as good as they looked. I guess it should have been just a quick feel, but I carried on kneading them for a few seconds, until she said “Well?”

“They feel amazing to me,” I said, and squeezed them again. “I bet they must get plenty of attention from Tom.”

“I wish!” she said quietly, surprising me again. Even if their sex life wasn’t all ‘swinging from the chandeliers’, surely he took every opportunity to make the most of my sister’s appetising tits? Apparently not.

I became aware that I was still groping and squeezing them, and I felt my cock twitch. I was standing so close to her I felt it nudge her ass. She must have felt it too, surely, but she didn’t react. I quickly stepped away and leaned against the worktop, where I had been stood earlier, willing my cock to settle down.

Later that afternoon as I was leaving, shortly before Tom was due home from work, we hugged and kissed on the cheek as always. Then Dee followed up with a quick little kiss on my lips. “I’m glad you’re back home,” she said.

“Me too,” I replied, and returned the peck on the lips.

As I drove home, my mind was in a whirl. I had groped my sister’s tits at her invitation. I had started to get a hard-on which she must have felt. And now we had just given each other a kiss directly on the lips for the first time ever. What was going on here?

I had to admit that I found myself sexually attracted to my sister, especially since I had played with her tits. Did she feel the same way? She had initiated the contact and hadn’t stopped me feeling her up for way longer than was necessary to answer her question. She must also have felt my cock react and didn’t seem to be the slightest bit shocked or upset. Maybe she was just feeling horny because she wasn’t getting any from Tom, so I shouldn’t take it personally that she enjoyed being groped. It wasn’t about me. Or was it? I was confused. I didn’t know whether to push it to see what happened, or to leave it to Dee to decide what she wanted to do.

By the time I visited her again a few days later, I had decided that I would take my lead from her. I didn’t want to risk damaging our relationship by offending her.

I noticed she was wearing make-up, which she doesn’t normally bother with unless she’s going out somewhere special. She doesn’t even bother when she’s going shopping.

“Are you going out, or just come back?”

“Oh, neither. I just fancied a change,” she said, smiling at me.

“You look good.”

“Thank you,” she said, and her smile broadened.

A while later our conversation turned to our relationships. Dee brought it up. “You know I mentioned the other day that I don’t get much attention from Tom?”

I nodded, waiting to see where this was going.

“Well, I’ve been wondering. How are things between you and Lynne? Are you two still as active as you would like to be?”

I thought about it. The honest answer was probably ‘yes, just about’, but instead I heard myself saying “No, not really. Why?”

“It’s frustrating, isn’t it?”

I nodded again.

“Do you ever, you know, when you get a bit too frustrated?” she asked, gesturing towards my groin.

I could feel myself blushing a little. My sister was asking me about my masturbation habits! “Err… well yeah, of course. Sometimes.” I hesitated. “What about you?”

Dee was blushing too. She nodded. “Yeah, sometimes. But it’s never as good as when someone else does it for you, is it?”

We both laughed a little. This was embarrassing but exhilarating at the same time. Where was this going?

“No, it would be good to have a stand-in to turn to for some relief sometimes, wouldn’t it?” I suggested.

We both laughed again.

“Yeah, good idea” she said. “Who would be your stand-in?”

Part of me wanted to say it would be her to see how she reacted, but I was still wary of pushing this too far. This had to be just meaningless chatter for her, didn’t it? “I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it. As strange as it may seem, I’ve never had this conversation with anyone before.”

“Well, think now.” She was pushing me, but still laughing.

“I guess it would have to be someone I fancied, obviously.”

She nodded in agreement.

I continued. “Someone I could trust not to want or expect anything more than just sex…”

“…Oh, it’s full blown sex now is it? Not just a fumble?”

“Well things inevitably lead from one thing to another, don’t they?”

She was nodding again.

“I would have to be able to trust her to keep it a secret, of course…” I trailed off, not able to think of anything else.

“Do you have anyone particular in mind?”

Shit. This was getting intense. Fortunately, my pausing to think prompted her to speak again.

“What would she look like, ideally?”

That gave me an idea. I decided to describe Dee, in general terms. “Well, she would be a little bit younger than me, and still very good-looking. Blonde. Quite short. Curvy, with nice big soft tits, and a nice round ass.”

She laughed. “You could be describing me!”

I laughed with her. “Yeah, I could be, couldn’t I! What about you? Anyone in mind to sort you out?”

She shrugged. “Dunno.”

“What would he look like?” I was not disappointed with her equally vague deion. “You could be describing me,” I said, grinning at her.