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Part 2
Chapter 9
The alarm buzzed incessantly in my ear, scolding me as though I should be awake already. I silenced it with a solid slap to the snooze bar and groggily rolled over.
The sun was shining in through the slats of my not-quite-closed blinds. It took a few minutes before my eyes stopped watering from the effect of the light and started to focus on my room. I stirred again, stretching with a yawn, and realized I had a comfortable erection - the kind that doesn't need much attention but just reminding you why it's nice to be a guy. I gently stretched again, enjoying a slow thrust under the warm covers just to wake up my body.
My mind clambered up from whatever chamber of dreams it hid in that night and I reflected on how good I was feeling right now - how at ease I felt. It was barely two weeks ago that I had ceased being so sexually frustrated. I had always been a bit too obsessed with sex. Going through lingerie ads as a kid, finding my first softcore magazine, then discovering that hardcore porn was on the web...it had all helped me nurture an addiction to constant stimulation. I thought about that first magazine - remembering the sweet revelation I felt as I saw my first fully naked girl. It had been years and years ago! I couldn't even remember what I was learning in school but I remembered the image of her strawberry blonde hair, her raspberry colored lips, the beautiful softness of her breasts and the glorious gentle splash of her pubic hair that was too short to really hide the gentle folds between her legs.
I felt my mind growing more awake and reflected more about how frustrated I used to be. All the pictures and stuff I had been pouring into myself had, in a way, conditioned my body and mind. I had taught myself to thrive on a diet of porn and masturbation until my body reminded me when it had been too long. The thing was, at some point I had lost myself in it all. I was tantalizing and pleasing myself, but...it wasn't how I wanted to be. I felt alone. I felt ashamed because I was alone. I knew I was hiding part of myself from everyone. I dealt with it, learned to live with it, but constantly regretted it.
Until two weeks ago, that is. I smiled to myself in embarrassment as I remembered my sister's face when she walked in on me looking at porn online. What a terrible moment! It was humiliating to suddenly have my private issue discovered by my little sister who had always thought of me as an example. It was so uncomfortable but in retrospect it was the start of healing me, like setting a broken bone. Sara, my beautiful sister, had forgiven me and stepped into my hidden world, grasped my hand and pulled me into her world of admiration and love for me.
Granted, the way she was willing to wean me off of porn was as shocking to me as she had felt when she discovered my secret. Encouraging me to masturbate by turning me on herself was not normal by anyone's book - far from it. It was a huge change in our relationship as brother and sister. We were still adjusting to the feeling of intimacy this whole thing was creating; intimacy that felt strange as siblings.
I looked over at a picture I had on the wall of Sara and I, taken during a family vacation to the beach. The memory of that fun day interrupted my thoughts for a moment. I chuckled quietly as I recalled her face when I had splashed her with water when she was trying to get into the waves slowly.
I yawned, and then got out of bed. I started to think through what I had to do today...then stopped as a doubt crossed my mind. I looked at my cell phone and sighed in mild frustration. It was Saturday and I had set my alarm by mistake. There was no reason I needed to be up yet. I groaned and lay down on my bed again.
A few minutes later there was a gentle, quiet knock on my door which I answered with a "Yeah?" The door cracked open and Sara peeked her head in, grinning.
"Good morning!" She cheerily whispered. "I heard your alarm - forget to turn it off?" She smiled and I grumbled affirmatively. She came into the room a little way and I saw she was still wearing her pajamas from last night - a small t-shirt and small cotton shorts. "Aw, what's the matter? Don't you want to get up?" She teased.
The next thing I knew, she ran into the room, giggling, and jumped on me and started tickling me under the covers. I yelped and struggled to get away, panicked because of my erection. "Sara! Hey! Get off!" I complained, but it was too late - from the frozen grin on her face I knew she'd noticed.
She laughed and covered her face, raising herself a bit from where she had straddled my waist. "I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?"
"No! I'm just...I didn't...you..." I stopped. My mouth apparently hadn't decided to wake up with the rest of me.
"Oh, okay, as long as I didn't hurt you." She teased, and sat back down on me.
Panicking as she sat again on my erection I said, "Sara!"
"Yes?" was all she said. I looked up at her and she was smiling down at me. Something in her smile made me relax.
"Where are Mom and Dad?"
She shrugged. "They left this morning to go shopping. Dad saw that mower he's been looking at was on sale."
My erection had firmed completely. Though she was sitting on the covers over me she could obviously feel it. However she made no move to get up, so I stayed put and let her stay right where she was.
"It's a nice morning outside." she said. "The sky's all blue and everything's beautiful." She leaned over a little and turned the rod to rotate the blinds so we could see out.
"Hey! We...!" I stammered, concerned about people seeing us.
She just looked back down at me and smiled. "Cat got your tongue?"
I sighed and laughed. "Yeah. I wasn't quite up yet."
I could have sworn I felt her press a little more against me. "Are you more awake now?" She asked.
"Um, yeah."
"I can tell." She said with an impish grin. "Are you enjoying this?"
Raising an eyebrow, I said, "Like you don't know. You seem to be enjoying yourself."
She bit her lip. "Want me to wake you up some more?" she said and I felt her press more firmly against me.
I stammered but was able to get out, "I don't think I could turn you down."
She smiled. Still looking me in the eye with a little half-smile, she slowly started to move herself around on my groin. The feelings she aroused were immediate and strong. The warmth of the bed, the smell of her fresh from bed, the sun beaming in...
"Oh gosh." I said.
She just grinned and kept pressing herself against me, lightly thrusting over the lump under the covers. Then she paused and I saw hesitation on her face.
"I'm sorry, are you okay with this?" She asked. "I really should make sure to ask."
I gasped aloud and looked at the ceiling. "Jeez...I don't know. Probably. But I'm about three seconds away."
She nodded, obviously a little unsure of herself, but then her indecision went away like a random rain shower in spring. "Well, if it's only three seconds, I may as well help you out." she teased again and began thrusting harder until I was grunting and groaning. Seconds later I grabbed the top of her thighs and pulled her down tighter and my orgasm gushed out between our bodies, soaking my boxers and sheets, dribbling between my legs.
She sighed happily and reached down and tenderly ran her fingers through my hair.
A minute later we both gave a start as we heard the garage door opener start to hum. Our parents were home! Sara and I looked at each other and without a word she flew out of the room and I jumped out of bed to clean myself up. No one would be coming in while I had my door closed, but it would be stupid to sit around in my wet shorts.
After a quick shower, I made my way downstairs. Sara was already there, dressed and talking to our mom and greeted me as though it were the first time we had seen each other that day.
Thus began yet another interesting day in my life!
Chapter 10
As weird as the whole thing with my sister was, it did start to improve the rest of our relationship overall. We were ending up spending a lot more time together just hanging out, taking walks together, and just talking like close friends. We had been close before all this had started and it was a surprise to find out just how much more we could learn about each other and enjoy. In fact, she pointed out to me, later the next week, that it felt like we must have been taking each other for granted for a long time. I agreed with her. When you are close to someone for a long time, you can end up assuming things about them that may or may not be true. We had shaken up our misperceptions of each other.
In fact, Sara further shook up my perception of her toward the end of the following week. As per our agreement when I felt my urge to masturbate grow strong enough to the point where I was considering porn again, I went to her instead. It was late on a Thursday night and she grinned when I asked if she wanted to stop by my room later and happily agreed. I returned to my room and got dressed down to my boxers and read through a magazine for a while. The air conditioning in my room was weak so I had already been shirtless but it was still annoyingly warm.
A while later I heard a gentle knock on the door and in came my sister, smiling, and wearing one of her white robes with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. I put my magazine down and smiled at her, leaning back.
"I thought I'd surprise you tonight." She said, closing the door.
"Oh really?" I asked, very interested.
She nodded, giving me a mysterious grin. She reached down and untied her robe, then began to spread it apart at her shoulders and let it fall right off to show that she was wearing just a white pair of panties and bra. I gasped inside, then audibly. Her body was amazing - so well toned, so shapely, so flawless and smooth! My eyes were filled with her skin: her long legs, her thighs, her navel, her chest and shoulders and neck. All of her was incredible.
She struck a pose and said, "How's this?" grinning proudly.
I was speechless, just shaking my head in amazement. She lifted her hands and slid them from under her chest, across her shoulders and over her hips, then back the whole way up. Then she hooked her thumbs under her bra straps.
"And I'll tell you what, I'll take this off too if you put your hand under your boxers this time." Then quickly added, "But I'm not going to let you see everything, okay?"
I raised an eyebrow and said, "Uh, deal. Yeah." and immediately slid my hand into my boxers and began to stroke my dick. Sara giggled and reached around behind her back and I saw her bra relax as she unhooked it. She put one arm against her chest and used her other hand to slide the straps off her shoulders and slid it off and threw it at me. I chuckled, letting it stay where it landed on my leg and looked at her standing in front of me in nothing but her panties, holding her naked breasts with her arm so I couldn't see everything.
She was obviously really giddy, probably some of it nervousness but it really didn't show tonight as she started to dance around, swaying her hips and shoulders happily. I continued rubbing myself under my boxers, watching her nearly nude body in front of me. She looked so beautiful; her hair in a ponytail, her breasts bulging above her arm, her lovely curved hips and tanned legs. She even sauntered up closer to me and leaned forward, teasing me with her cleavage. She stepped back a bit for a moment but then moved forward again almost as close. She raised her other hand to her chest and slid her arm across to cup both breasts in her hands. Her smile was small and more concentrated now as she slowly rotated her hips and swayed in a very sexy dance.
She turned around so her back was facing me and let go of her breasts, running her hands through her hair and then looking back at me over her shoulder to smile. To my immense pleasure she even dared to turn slightly so I could see the side of one milky white, smooth breast.
"How's it going back there?" She asked, feigning innocence.
I looked at her happy face and just shook my head in disbelief. "You're amazing." I confessed.
She really seemed to like my response and giggled. She looked away again and made a show of pulling her hair back to fix it, "carelessly" turning her body a little to one side and then a little to the other to give me glimpses of the curves of her amazing chest.
I desperately wanted to see more, but was already so turned on that my dick felt like it could blow at any moment. I rubbed myself firmly and, since she was turned around, I used my free hand to pull the edge of my boxers away to give myself more room to work my erection. I drank in the sight of Sara's body and used my precum to swirl my fingers over the head of my throbbing cock.
When she reached around to cup her breasts again, the sight and thought of it was too much more to take and I grunted and ejaculated fiercely. Semen erupted from my dick, splashing me in the stomach and my heaving chest.
When she turned back around, smiling sweetly, I had already put my boxers back in place. She gawked and grinned, blushing when she saw cum splattered over my chest, letting out an "Oh my gosh!!!" but I was too relaxed and mellow to care much about it.
Pulling her eyes away from my mess and grinning, she reached out, asking for her bra. I reached down and grabbed it and she reached for it just as I gave her a mischievous smile and held it away from her. She pursed her lips and stepped forwards to try to grab it, but I tucked it under my covers.
In a careful whisper she said, "Alex! Give me my bra!"
I grinned back but didn't offer it. She tried to reach over me and got her hand under the covers but I held onto it. As we playfully struggled over it I gave a quick tug and caused her to fall against me so I could tickle her. She squealed and flailed.
She quickly righted herself and pushed me, laughing, and completely forgetting that she was topless. For just a second when her arm moved free of her breasts I saw the entire side of her breast before she realized her exposure and covered herself, quickly blushing.
Seeing me chuckling, and with a determined grin she launched herself at me and tickled me back with her free hand and I flailed, then grabbed her by the waist and tackled her, rolling onto her to pin her. We were one big, sweaty, fleshy, writing mess for a moment as we playfully struggled with and fought each other until I finally had her pinned, holding her arms out on either side. We both stopped struggling and smiled and laughed, panting, but the game quickly faded as we realized how near to naked she was under me, with my bare chest on hers and my boxers against her panties.
We looked into each other's eyes, smiling for a few moments and I gently released her arms and started to get up. She stopped me quickly, saying, "Oh no you don't, not yet." and wrapped her arms around my back to hug me against her. I happily complied, pushing my arms beneath her and hugging her against me, thrilled at the feeling of having her so close to me.
We finally let each other go and I moved off of her and looked away so she could get her bra back on. As she was doing this, I heard her stifle a laugh.
"Hmm?" I asked.
"You got your stuff all over me. I'm all wet." She said, letting me look now that she was covered. She was right, her chest and stomach glistened where my cum had smeared on her. Her panties also had a damp spot on the elastic. She was smiling, amused. "Remind me to return the favor sometime!" She quipped, and then threw her robe on. We exchanged happy glances and she left to go get cleaned up. I flopped back into my bed and replayed the night over in my head.
Chapter 11
The following morning I woke up feeling entirely the opposite as I had felt on Saturday. All I could think about was how wrong it was that Sara and I were getting physical. I guess I was panicking, and having spent most of my sexual drive the prior night I was having a hard time justifying what we were doing.
I resolved in my mind that I wasn't going to let Sara keep doing this with me. Unfortunately I didn't have the nerve to tell her, so I wrote a quick and awkward note telling her I was sorry about last night, that we should probably stop and we could talk about it later.
I made it a few days through the week barely seeing Sara and when I did I wouldn't say much. She was obviously confused and wanted to talk but I kept going out, just so I didn't have to deal with it.
By that Thursday though, I was starting to remember how strong my urge for sexuality was. It didn't hurt that one of the hottest girls in the technical school I was attending was in one of my main courses and we'd been working really closely lately.
Her name was Tanya. She was the same age as me and really into mechanic work. She wasn't sure she'd ever actually work in a garage but she was determined to try. She had long, brown hair and green eyes, a very shapely figure and a really pretty smile. The tough thing about working closely with her was that she was a flirt, and when the guys were making dirty jokes she'd jump in and end up showing the guys up with her wit and knack for vivid descriptions.
She'd begun to show some interest in me the last two weeks and the glances and smiles she'd give me, the jokes she'd tell, how close she would stand or how she'd touch my shoulder when she laughed, it was all driving me a bit wild. It was frustrating though because every time I found myself thinking about Tanya, I'd start thinking about Sara. Here I was with a really hot girl beside me and all I really wanted was to be with my own sister.
By the time Friday rolled around, I was exhausted. When I got home that evening after spending time out with my friends our parents were still up and I was bored by the show they had on, so I went back to my room. I read for a while, and then checked my email. As more time went on, I could feel myself wanting to type in one of the porn site addresses I used to visit so often. I didn't really want to, but sitting right there, alone, in front of my computer, I couldn't think of many strong arguments against it.
I reflected on the previous Saturday's bliss which had seemed so good and right. But if I was going to treat Sara right I had to control my urges...so wouldn't going back to porn be the easy way to do it? I started to type in the address...then stopped. I realized how hard my heart was beating and that my hands were shaking.
I could just try to find something to get me excited - lingerie or swimwear. I looked up a few sites and scanned over some beautiful models. Then I started feeling nauseous.
It didn't feel right. The girls were wearing more clothing, but I was doing what I had always done. Not that it ever felt right, but until now it had never bothered me this much. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. I looked at the screen again and could almost imagine myself looking at one of my favorite porn sites. I felt my heart racing again. I shook my head to clear it and before I knew it I had yanked the plug of the power strip from the outlet. My computer, monitor, printer and everything else shut off.
I breathed deeply, trying to calm down. This was such a weird feeling. I just couldn't do it. I couldn't disappoint my sister like this. Not with all she had done for me. I couldn't let her down.
Dejected, frustrated and confused, I put my head down on my desk.
Fifteen minutes later I was still in the same spot when I heard a knock on the door. I knew it was Sara. And I knew I couldn't stay like this without her. I asked her to come in and she did so, quietly, but with a look of determination.
"Hey." she quietly whispered and she looked at the computer, then at me.
"I kind of felt like you might be having trouble tonight." She whispered.
I raised my eyebrows. "Yeah, you could say that."
"Is everything okay?"
I nodded, slowly. Gesturing at the power strip, I said, "It was close tonight..."
She stepped in and put her hand on my shoulder. I looked up into her eyes. They were proud and thankful. "But you didn't do it. Thank you." She said. Sara leaned down and gently placed her lips on my forehead in a kiss. "Thank you." She said again, and stood back up.
There was a moment of stillness. I could feel the hairs on my arms and neck standing from the effects of her kiss.
It was as good a moment as any to bring up my concerns.
"Sara, I am really, really sorry for not talking to you."
She shrugged, looking a bit sad. "I was mad at first, but I think I understand."
"Should we be doing all this?" I asked.
She looked like she was about to say something, and then bit her lip, then sighed.
"I was thinking we'd need to talk about it. Are you afraid that it's..." she trailed off.
I knew the word she was thinking. A word for a taboo subject. One that neither of us really wanted to say in front of the other.
"Well, yeah. I mean, is it?" I asked.
She shrugged. Her eyes looked into mine.
"Well it's not like we're 'doing it'!" she whispered. "As far as I'm concerned, we're just fooling around. I mean, is there some kind of line if we're both okay with it?"
I shrugged.
Suddenly the whole thing started to feel ridiculous. "Can you even believe we're talking about this?"
She smiled, blushing. "No."
We were both silent for a minute. I said, "Well, I mean, if you're comfortable and I am, and as long as we don't do more than just fool around together...I think it's a good deal."
"I'm a good deal?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, I...what? I just...shoot." I mumbled.
She looked down at me with a quiet smile, and then knelt down in front of me. "Could you use help tonight?"
I looked at her beautiful shining eyes. "I could use your company tonight." I told her.
She smiled. I thought twice about it but then allowed myself to reach out and softly caress her cheek. She seemed to melt against my hand.
"Do I have to be dressed to give you company?"
I grinned. "Nope!"
She bit her bottom lip and reached down and pulled her t-shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside to show me her cream-colored bra. She smoothed out her long hair and smiled up at me.
"So, are you going to take off your jeans or what?" She teased.
I groaned, smiling broadly, and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pulled them off to sit back down in my chair in a loose pair of boxers. She smiled at me and got up close, kneeling just in front of me. I reached down, nervously, and ran my hand down my thigh, then back up towards my groin. She watched, smiling, as I finally let my hand slide onto my penis and begin to massage and stroke it. I looked at her beautiful body, mesmerized by the beauty of her chest.
She saw me staring at her bra and grinned, sweetly. I smiled back. She reached her hands up and slipped the straps off her shoulders and lowered her arms, letting her bra cups slide down just a little. I shook my head and just gazed at the smooth, pink curves of her breasts. I continued stroking my dick through my boxers, savoring the feeling. She looked back at my crotch and watched me move my hand up and down over my erection. She smiled up at me, a little more nervously, and moved a little closer between my legs. Her arms were right by my knees now, so her chest was right at my arm's reach.
I smiled back at her and continued rubbing my dick over the boxers, then thought better of it and slid my hand under the fabric to stroke my penis directly. I was careful to keep my boxers covering myself, though the way my little sister was staring it was obvious she wouldn't have minded a little slip. I roamed my eyes over her breasts, wishing so hard that she weren't wearing that bra, but enjoying everything I could see nonetheless.
"Do you like seeing me in my bra?"
I grinned. "Do you like seeing me jerk off while looking at you?"
"I'll bet you're wishing you could see more of your little sis."
"Um, god yes!" I laughed.
She shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant. She said, "Oh, well. How's this?" and then reached back and unhooked her bra and covered her breasts with an arm as she slipped it off. She placed her hands on her breasts and arched her back, just a little, to show off.
I couldn't say a thing. My sister had just taken her bra off in front of me and was kneeling between my legs, holding her breasts in her hands. I couldn't have made words if I tried. I just stared at her flawless figure and drank in her flesh as she smiled.
"And don't you dare even think about tickling me!" she said, in jest.
I laughed. "Hmm..." I said, pulling my hand from my boxers. From the way her eyes widened, I saw that she had just been joking and was now afraid I might act on it.
"Oh, don't you dare! Not after last time!" She said, her voice sounding worried.
I just grinned at her.
She was smiling, but trying to give me a warning look.
Being her big brother, of course I tickled her. It was awkward with an erection, but I caught her between my knees and got my hands under her armpits. She flailed, of course, and I caught glimpses of the darker flesh of her nipples as she twisted and moved, trying to keep herself covered but trying to get away. She squealed quietly and I shushed her, laughing. Finally she threw herself against me, pinning my groin against her chest and she reached her hands up under my arms and began tickling me. I flailed, and not just because of her hands.
We struggled and writhed, laughing hard, until I had one of her hands held away and she had mine firmly so we couldn't tickle each other any longer. We gasped and laughed together and looked at each other happily. Panting as we smiled, we quickly realized the state we were in, with her naked chest pressed against my erection. We continued smiling at each other, but for a different reason now.
She worked up the courage to say, "If you want, you can go ahead..."
I was hesitant, but my dick was throbbing. "Are you sure?"
She raised her eyebrows and nodded excitedly.
"Are you really sure?" I asked again.
Looking me straight in the eye and biting her lip, she said, "Please?"
Gently, I released her arm and placed my hand on her shoulder. She let go of my other hand and wrapped her arms around me. I raised my groin to press my penis against her. Her arms wrapped tighter and she rested her head on my chest. I pushed my dick up again, sliding it between her breasts. It was hard to register that I could feel her breasts against me. They were so soft!
I drew back and slid up again. Our bodies were perspiring. Her hands held to me tightly. I pushed again. With each stroke, I began to feel the edge of my boxers coming down. I didn't care at that point and continued my gentle thrusts. I could feel the tip of my penis emerge from the fabric. It was now against her skin. My precum and her sweat made the flesh so slippery. I pushed against her again. Sara was breathing hard. Really hard. She was so hot, so wet with sweat. Her hair was clinging to both our bodies as we embraced. Her hot breath spilled over my chest. I felt her lips tighten and kiss me once, and then again. As I pushed my erection between her breasts she gave in and hungrily began kissing my chest, gasping and quietly moaning into me.
I cradled her head and ran my fingers through her hair. I heard her whimper. It was too much.
...I felt it building, throbbing...felt the throbbing pressure grow stronger and stronger...I held it...I held on...she whimpered again...it kept building...I held her tight...clutched her head to my chest...she kissed me again and whimpered, "Cum on me...".
I burst! My cum boiled out and shot between us in strong gushes, drenching our skin with semen. She moaned and rubbed her chest up and down against me as my penis pulsed and shot my seed onto her. I groaned with each shot, holding her tightly. Cum had splashed up onto my chest and on her neck, slid down between my legs and dribbled down her belly. Streaks of my semen covered us both as we panted and writhed together.
Sara was gasping, trembling. Without warning, she turned her head in and started kissing my chest again hungrily. I felt her grab her breasts again and felt her kneading them in her hands as her lips crawled over my wet skin, working down. When her chin bumped the wet tip of my still-engorged penis, she quickly jerked her head back up, exhaled, and kissed my chest once more.
Sara opened her eyes and looked up at me. I could only admire the sight she was: her hair was all wet, her forehead glistening, holding her cum-splashed breasts in her hands.
We smiled at each other. It was a smile that said we both knew we should stop, but wanted more. I slipped the band of my boxers back up to cover myself and she turned around and picked her bra up off the floor. I grabbed a few tissues from a box on my desk and gave them to her and she cleaned herself off, facing away, then got her bra and shirt back on.
I went and sat on my bed and she sat with me for a moment. We just sat in silence for a little bit, enjoying the intimacy. Eventually she stood, stretched and gave me a hug. Giving me a smile over her shoulder, she left my room and shut the door after herself.
Chapter 12
My sister's regular attention to my physical needs was really improving my overall mood - the depression I was in prior to that Thursday night had lifted now that we had talked about things a little more and I knew Sara didn't feel manipulated or taken advantage of. However my desire still ran pretty high. Tanya was still a huge turn-on at school and it was hard not to come home and immediately want to masturbate thinking about her full breasts and the way she smiled after a joke. It hadn't helped that she was wearing such awesome jeans on Tuesday, or the low-collar black top she wore the next day. I was just doing my best to try not to obsess over her and instead enjoy working closely with her on our projects and be happy with that, so that I wouldn't let my thoughts about her influence my thoughts about Sara. I really respected my sister and wanted to be as true to her as possible.
Which wasn't easy. But I was trying.
As a result the last week overall with Sara had been really nice. Despite everything else going on in our lives, we were making an effort to spend more time together, enjoying each other's company. We had even spontaneously gone to see a movie together, something we hadn't done in a couple of years. It was just nice to have someone at home who you knew cared for you. Not that we didn't before, but we were becoming more affectionate with one another. We were a lot closer now - and not just physically.
So when another Friday evening came, though I really wanted to ask her to be with me so I could masturbate, instead I opted to just enjoy watching one of her favorite movies with her. And when it had finished and she had fallen asleep I helped her to her room to put her to bed. She hadn't minded me being in the room while she slipped into her pajamas, though she made me look away for a moment. And I tucked her in, and kissed her on the forehead before leaving.
However when Saturday evening came, I was really ready for some help. As soon as our parents had gone to bed, I asked if she would mind. We were watching TV in the den again, but nothing interesting. We were mainly there to enjoy being on the couch together.
She happily agreed and we shut off the TV.
"So what are you in the mood for tonight?" She asked, grinning.
"You always ask me that and it feels weird to give you suggestions." I said.
"I'm never sure what to start with!" She giggled. "Give me some idea, would you?"
"Well, you could just take everything off...that'd be nice." I said and grinned.
She raised an eyebrow and laughed. "I'll bet you'd like that." She waited a beat and then added, "And you're not the only one."
I paused. That wasn't the response I was expecting. "Really? I was kidding." I told her.
"Well yeah! I figured!" She teased. "I'm just saying, the way you look at me...I'd love to see your face if I did that."
Wow. This was a cool conversation.
"Um...well, there you go. I gave you a great idea." I joked.
She smiled. Then she thought for a moment. "I'll tell you what. If you really want...I'll show you something tonight but you have to be in my room."
To say I was enthusiastic in agreeing would be a huge understatement.
She grinned and got up from the couch. I followed her into her room and waited for her to put a few things away to make room. She gestured for me to sit on her bed and stood there to watch me undress, grinning. Feeling really awkward (as seemed to be normal now) I took off my clothes and sat in front of her on her bed, in just my boxers.
Sara reached up and adjusted her long hair and gave me a really enticing look. She reached up and slipped one strap of her tank top off her shoulder. Then she slipped down the other. My dick started to stiffen and I squirmed, trying to give it room.
"So...are you interested?" She asked, demurely. She playfully batted her eyes at me.
In response I nodded my head and held my breath.
She smiled, quietly, and with all the grace a woman has, she began to slowly pull down the front of her tank top. She didn't have a bra on underneath, so more and more of her soft flesh was revealed to my eyes. Her shoulders were now bare, as was the top of her chest, down an inch of two below the start of the slow rise of her breasts. Her shirt drifted further down and the soft crevice between her breasts grew deeper and more distinct. Her flesh looked so smooth.
The edge of her tank top now got tighter as it was reaching the crest of her bust, and I could see her skin tug a little against the pressure from the fabric. She had uncovered more than the top half of her breasts and was probably only an inch or so from her nipples.
There, Sara paused, and looked up at me. I realized that I had started stroking my dick over my boxers, though I didn't even remember doing it. I looked up at her and sighed, smiling. "Wow." I said.
She raised an eyebrow, mischievously and with a little tug her shirt slipped down to her stomach.
I wasn't even breathing, I would later realize. And my heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my head.
There, right in front of me, not five feet away, my sister stood with her shirt dropped down. Her breasts hung there like large teardrops, swaying ever so gently. Her pert, little nipples were the color of new rosebuds and seemed to point to me. My sister was...flawless. Her breasts were just stunning and though I was looking at her I couldn't believe my eyes. Sara was just smiling at me, her full breasts naked before me. This was the most incredible thing my sister had ever done for me.
I was already pumping my dick pretty hard as she asked; "Well?" with a little pleased grin. She already knew what I thought. I just shook my head, unable to put anything intelligent into words.
I pumped my dick through my boxers as I stared at my sister's soft nipples. She smiled and put her hands together over her head, reaching up toward the ceiling and arching her back in a big, pretend stretch. She pushed her chest out and let out a satisfied sigh for my benefit. I was barely holding on now, every stroke I made on my dick felt like it would be the last. She finished her stretch and slid her hands up her stomach and wrapped them around her breasts to cup them loosely. I could feel my orgasm building and started thrusting my cock in my hand.
I jerked my dick hard and as my orgasm came the tip of my penis poked out through the front flap of my boxers and my first shot of semen squirted out onto the floor in plain view. I heard Sara say, "Oh!" and realized what was happening. My mind foggy, I tried to get my dick back in but was less than successful and ended up releasing more cum that landed right on my boxers and hand until I got it back in and finished depositing my load in my boxers.
"Nice show!" she said.
I was gasping for air and would have blushed if I wasn't already. Sara didn't even bother to cover her breasts yet. She just stood there smiling at me happily. I tried not to stare but she seemed to be enjoying it.
"So how does it feel to be the first guy to get to see me topless?" She asked.
"Wow. Um, awesome." I replied.
"My tissues are over there." She said, pointing to her desk.
I stood to go get a few but Sara walked right up to me so I stopped. She looked down at the wet spots on her carpet. I felt nervous having her so close to me.
"Sorry about the mess." I said. She looked up and smiled, taking another step closer.
"It's fine, silly, but after all this you owe me something."
About a thousand ideas popped into my head but I simply said, "Hmm?"
Looking right in my eyes she asked, "Will you hug me?"
I easily agreed.
My sister, proudly topless, stepped up close and wrapped her arms around my neck. I felt her naked breasts touch my chest and press against me, felt the erotic intimacy as our nearly naked bodies embraced. My body felt flooded with warmth. She put her face against my neck and probably would have purred, the tender way she was holding me. I drifted my hands along her bare back, enjoying the feel of her skin.
Our embrace went past the normal time for a hug and we continued holding each other.
She sighed into my neck and I tilted my head closer against hers. Her hands were slowly feeling my back as I was sliding my hands over hers. She sighed again and I could feel her lips against my neck, and it felt a bit like a kiss. I nuzzled my head against hers to encourage her and felt her lips move again against my neck and felt her breath on my skin. I put my hands on the sides of her body, feeling her ribs, and slowly slid them up. When my thumbs met the sides of her breasts, I felt her nuzzle her face against my neck again and exhale, touching her parted lips to my neck again. I allowed my thumbs to slide inward, following the sides of her pert breasts toward my chest. She responded by relaxing her hold on me so her breasts weren't held so tightly against me. I pulled my thumbs in further along the bulge of her breasts up to where her chest touched mine.
Sara pulled her stomach away and nuzzled her face deeper into my neck, loosely trailing her lips across the skin. This had further relaxed the pressure of her chest against mine allowing my thumbs to slide forward along her breasts until I knew I was almost touching her nipples. There was a moment's pause and I'm not sure who moved first but she began to hungrily kiss my neck as my thumbs slid onto her nipples. After that, any measure of control we had gave way and I slid my hands right over her breasts and began to fondle them as she gasped and moaned, kissing my neck and feeling my head and neck with her hands.
This was pure joy for both of us as we held each other, touching, kissing and feeling. I started kissing her neck as I felt her pert breasts and gently tugged at her nipples. Sara kissed my neck and pushed her chest firmly against my hands. Our heads were soon cheek to cheek and the next thing either of us knew we began to touch our lips together, pretending not to kiss for a moment and just exhaling and lightly rubbing our lips together, but then it became an undeniable kiss and we took to it hungrily. She moved her hand from my head and put it on my waist, then started reaching in. I only kissed her harder and she moved her hand to the front of my wet boxers, reached down and grabbed my crotch. My dick had been flaccid through most of this and though a full erection wasn't yet possible, it started to fill out more and became thicker as she fondled me.
She was just about to reach for my balls when a loud, electronic sound went off and startled us both. We jumped and let go of each other, and it took an awkward second for us both to realize that it was her cell phone announcing an incoming text message. We both wiped our mouths off and kind of scattered for our clothes before we cooled off and calmed down. I looked at her as she put her shirt back on and we exchanged an awkward smile and then stopped for a second.
"That really scared me!" she said.
"I totally freaked." I agreed.
There was a pause, and then we exchanged looks and started laughing. She was blushing, and I'm sure I was too. We smiled at each other again, this time with less awkwardness.
"Um...so...I think I should go get cleaned up." I said.
"Yeah...that's a good idea." She said, grinning. "I think I'm going to go take a cold shower."
I thought of something, and then decided to go ahead and say it. "Need company?"
She laughed and playfully slapped my shoulder as I chuckled and left her room. I returned to mine and cleaned myself up, then lay on my bed for a while, thinking about everything that just happened. I didn't know it, but she was still in her room, doing the same.
Chapter 13
It was a quiet afternoon outside and the weather was fantastic. I suddenly felt the need to get out of the house and enjoy it, so I asked Sara if she wanted to go to a park for a little while. Surprised at my offer, she happily agreed and son we were in my car, heading out to a trail in one of the more rustic parks nearby.
We parked in the gravel lot and found a handful of other cars there as well, and set off on one of my favorite trails. The trail led us through a nice mixture of woods and would occasionally break out into clearings with gorgeous views down a hillside of a valley below. I thought she looked so beautiful against the landscape. Her blonde hair flowed freely, her face beamed and her walk was carefree.
We had been talking about a lot of things so far on our outing, and it was inevitable that our conversation turn to our new physical interests in each other. With such weather and such a setting, it was impossible to feel the concern or worry we both admitted we felt at home.
"We seem to get carried away pretty often" I admitted to her.
She agreed, and laughed a little. "Yeah. I dunno. I'm really enjoying this, enjoying you, and everything. Are you getting worried again?"
I shrugged. "I don't know what to think anymore! I'm enjoying it too...a lot." I grinned over at her. "You're awesome." She looked at me and smiled. We walked on in silence for a while.
'Did mom tell you that Tanya called?" Sara asked.
I was a little startled at the sudden mention of Tanya's name. "Um, I...no." I stammered.
"Yeah, she called the house last evening to see if you were around. She said she had questions about one of your projects but mom thought she made that part up."
I nodded. "Okay. Well, we do have a project together. Maybe it was legit."
Sara burst out in a giggle. "Alex! You like her!" I was flustered by her laughter and didn't know what to say. Sara took notice after a second and immediately stopped. "Aw, I'm not teasing, I think it's cute! What's she like?"
I looked at her for a second, feigning mistrust, but then obliged and started telling her about Tanya. When I was done Sara pressed for me to admit that I liked her. I frowned but said, "Yeah. I do."
"Aw!" My sister was beaming over at me. "That's awesome." She grabbed my hand and held on as we walked together. A few yards further, she glanced over at me and said, "So I guess you'll need my company even more until you work up the nerve to ask her out." and flashed me a little grin.
I promptly chased her a quarter of a mile and she laughed the entire way.
The rest of our conversations went well and we both felt good about each other. As we stood looking out over a rolling valley she leaned against me happily and we held hands. I gave her a loving kiss on the cheek to which she sighed happily. We ended up holding hands all the way back to the car.
I waited an extra few days after the last night we were together. I used all the self control I had to make sure I wasn't just using her. I knew she didn't mind, but in my heart, I wanted to respect her and not think of her as my way to get off.
However, I inevitably reached the point where all I could think about was her, and porn, and girls and sex. It was a Tuesday - I had made it through the weekend - but really couldn't go any further.
After dinner, our parents retired to the den to watch TV while Sara and I did dishes.
"Hey, um, do you think you could help me out tonight?" I asked while drying a dish she had handed me.
She looked over and smiled. "Yeah! Of course." She handed me another plate. "What are you in the mood for tonight?" she asked sweetly.
I decided to give in to her silly question again. Shrugging, I said, "Well, um, those are nice jeans you're wearing...especially when you bend over."
She grinned as she scrubbed another plate then glanced over at me. "When I bend over, huh? So you'd like a better view maybe?"
"I wouldn't mind it at all." I admitted.
"Okay. I'll stop by and see what I can do." she said.
We finished the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. Our parents stopped in to thank us on their way up to bed. My sister stayed to talk to my mom for a few minutes and I went back to my room, grabbed a car magazine and waited.
About ten minutes later, Sara knocked on the door and came in. She was still wearing the same outfit.
"Hey." she said, closing the door.
'Hey." I replied.
"You going to get comfortable?" she asked.
"Mm-hmm." I said. I took my shirt off, then stood and dropped my jeans. I sat back on my bed in my boxers, already getting erect.
She looked at my boxers and said, "Well I guess you're ready!" She turned around, looking at me over her shoulder. "So you think these jeans look good on me huh?"
"Yeah. They look great on you." I said, quite truthfully. They highlighted her round buns perfectly.
"Better or worse than Tanya?" she asked. Sara laughed seeing the look on my face and quickly added, "I'm just kidding! You don't have to answer."
She was fiddling with the front of her jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them. "These were on sale." she said and started sliding them down her hips. She uncovered a pair of grey, cotton panties with pink stripes- nothing outstanding, but they looked great on her.
Watching her step out of her jeans, I said, "They would have been worth full price." She looked back and grinned. She stood back up and ran her hands back and ran them over the curves of her butt. Reaching to top of her panties, she slowly started to pull down the edge.
I watched as her butt crack appeared and followed the edge of her panties down until she uncovered her entire butt.
"These were on sale too. I got them on a three for one sale." She said, letting her panties drop to the floor.
I chuckled. "I like this discount better - fully off."
She looked back, raising her eyebrow in amusement. "That was pretty lame." she smiled.
"Yeah...well I'm distracted." I said, starting to rub my erection over my boxers. Her butt looked so great - she looked so great. Her hips were so curved, her cheeks so tight...flawless skin. She watched me masturbate while I stared at her naked butt. I tried to ignore the train of her gaze as I'm sure she was trying to ignore mine. It was such an awkward situation, that we were intentionally creating such a sexual situation yet trying not to get too involved.
She shifted her legs for a moment and for a split second I almost got to see a glimpse of her crotch. I groaned.
"What?" She asked.
"I, uh, don't suppose you could bend over a little more..." I suggested.
She looked puzzled and did as I asked. Her legs were spread just a little bit and I could almost see between them.
"Hey! Wait a second!" She said, realizing what I had done. She laughed, straightening. She pursed her lips and shook her head, pretending to be surprised. "You're such a boy." She glanced down at my hand rubbing over my cock. "Tell you what...if you're so interested to see me there; I'll admit I'd like to see you take that out too."
I looked up at her. "Um, I'm not going to disagree. Are you sure?" I asked.
She nodded, suddenly a little nervous as she realized I would take her up on it.
She was obviously trying to decide. "Crap. Should we?"
There was a moment's pause.
I said, "Would you regret it?"
She looked at me and I at her. We both started to smile, shyly.
"Can I sit on the bed with you?"
I turned to make room, turning to face the other end of the bed. She walked over to the bed, keeping her side facing me so I couldn't see anything yet. She sat on the other end of the bed and turned towards me, keeping her knees together. What had been awkward before was even more so, now that we were both on my bed, intending to show each other something very personal.
"Do you feel like we're kids again, playing house?" she asked.
I thought for a second. Suddenly all those memories of playing "house" together came back...along with the memories of pretending to be Mom & Dad.
"Oh my word, yes. Did you have to remember that now?" I said, chuckling.
She laughed, blushing. "I'm sorry! I...was, um...curious." She confessed. We both laughed, easing the tension.
After we had calmed down, I asked, "Want me to go first?" She sat there looking at me for a moment, hugging her knees and biting her thumbnail, then nodded. I started sliding my boxers down. I uncovered my large, obvious erection and had to lift my hips to slide my boxers down and off. Sara's eyes were glued to my finally naked penis.
Once I was sitting back up, she looked down at herself hesitantly. Slowly, while keeping the tops of her knees together, she spread her feet half a yard apart in front of her. With her feet spread I could follow her smooth inner thighs as they led deeper between her legs and surrounded a set of lips hiding in shadows. My sister's femininity was now uncovered for me - those two lips were her most private treasure, hidden from every person except me. As she looked at my throbbing penis, I gazed with longing and wonder at her neatly trimmed pubic hair and the delicate entrance it guarded.
We were probably silent and motionless for a full two minutes, despite the feeling that my entire body was quaking with excitement and that I could hear nothing over the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears.
I put my hand back on my dick and started to stroke it slowly, staring at her cunt. She continued chewing on her nail nervously as she watched my balls shake with each tug I made.
After a few quiet moments of this, she cleared her throat and whispered, "Do you want me to come a little closer?"
I nodded, kind of surprised. My sister scooted closer on the bed until her feet were close to mine. I spread mine apart further, so she scooted even closer until her feet were under my calves.
"That okay?" she whispered, glancing up at me.
I tugged on my shaft, mesmerized, as I stared at her crotch. I could now easily see her labia, the thick, fleshy lips, surrounding her most inner folds. Her inner lips were protruding out from the thicker skin around them. There was a trail of hair that ran down between her legs and around her cunt - very well trimmed and very sexy.
I felt my penis starting to tingle with the building of an orgasm. "I'm going to cum soon..." I told her. For the hell of it I faked a laugh and said, "Want me to get it on you?" teasingly. I glanced up to find her staring at me, biting her lip.
"Maybe not 'on'." she muttered.
One of her feet brushed the underside of my calf. I let out a breath and looked back down between my sister's long legs. She picked her foot up and gently slid it along my inner thigh until her toes nearly brushed my hand. I looked back up at her and she glanced up at me but it was kind of obvious that neither of us really wanted to say anything at the moment.
Her little, painted toes touched the underside of my balls. I groaned as I felt her foot press in a little deeper into such a sensitive spot.
What followed was a surprise to us both. Everything came on so intensely that I couldn't stop and think about it, I just grabbed her foot by the ankle and lifted it up, pumped my dick once or twice and began squirting my semen all over my sister's foot. She didn't move away as I shook and trembled, my cum running down her foot and over my hand onto the bed.
When I had finished my climax and calmed down, I sat back and was able to pull some tissues from a nearby box (fancy that, a box of tissues by the bed of a single guy). Perhaps more tenderly than I meant to be, I cradled her foot in my hand and slowly wiped her foot dry. I carefully wiped out between each of her toes and she crinkled them and giggled when it tickled.
I put her foot down and sat back down. I was terribly self conscious of my nakedness but she made no move for her clothes yet. I looked up at her to find her looking at me intently with a little grin. I smiled back and her grin broke out into a happy smile.
She stretched and sighed happily. After a moment she said, nearly under her breath but not quite, "Too bad we're family."
"Sara!" I chuckled, surprised. She just shrugged and gave me a little look that made me shiver before standing and getting dressed. I watched her for a moment, enjoying the simple beauty of a girl getting dressed and then got up to get my clothes back on as well.
Once we were all "put back together" we awkwardly stood close to each other before she left. She bit her lip again, looking at me and I kissed her forehead and hugged her. It felt strange to be completely dressed and hugging my sister like this after what we'd just done moments before. So I kissed her on the forehead again. I leaned back and she was again just looking at me intently.
I walked her over to the door and she stood to the side of the door to allow me to open it. I didn't do so yet and just looked at her. Seeing that my hand was not turning the knob she looked up at me. I looked further into her eyes. She returned my stare unflinchingly. I stepped closer and she didn't move. I came right up to her and she didn't even bend back. I leaned my head in and pressed my lips to her and she hungrily returned my kiss.
My hands slid under her shirt to grip her waist and I pushed her back against the wall, kissing her. I kissed my little sister hard, pushing my body against her. I slid my hands to the front of her jeans and started to undo them. She started breathing more heavily, gasping as I opened the front of her jeans. She frantically helped me slide them down and kicked them off her feet and allowed my hand to slide over the front of her panties. She whimpered into my mouth as I touched my fingers lower down over her pubes. I could feel Sara's hair through her thin panties and she was nearly shaking against me now.
My fingertips went under her body, following the natural grove deeper between her legs. Her panties were very moist and her hands were digging into my back as I touched my sister in a place, and in a way, she'd never let anyone do before.
The next ten minutes were a passionate blur of touching her, feeling her trembling, tasting my sister's tongue against mine, her breasts heaving against my chest. My fingertips caressed her between her legs and by her whimpers she told me what she wanted. I took some of her for myself, sliding my fingertips back farther to feel the crack between her cheeks, feeling her shaking thighs.
Before she nearly fell she was grinding her pussy against my fingers, thrusting herself on my hand, her face buried in my neck and her arms around my head as I held her and touched her. She had eventually frozen, spasms passing through her cunt, and would have been grunting if she had been able to breathe. I felt her legs give way and was just quick enough to grab her and keep her from falling straight to the ground.
I picked her up, picked up my sister's quivering, gasping body and laid her on my bed. I stood over her, brushing her forehead with my fingers and whispering to her how beautiful she was and how incredible she was and how important she was to me.
It took some time but eventually she started breathing more easily and closed her eyes and smiled as I whispered to her. She opened her eyes to look at me and took my hand from her head and kissed it. She pulled me down and gave me the biggest, most earnest hug I'd ever had from her.
When she was ready I helped her up and again watched her straighten up her clothes and slide her jeans back on. I hugged her and we kissed just once more until she finally decided to walk out the door to her own room.
It's no surprise she woke up dreadfully late for classes the next day.
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