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A  Sister's Love

By: mintabal3239



"Did your brother force you?" asked the doctor. 

"No" she said, "I seduced him."

It was at a marriage reception that Dr. Gopika, gynaecologist in a local medical college hospital, who knew of my interest in human sexual behaviour, told me about a diary of a former young patient of hers that she thought may be of value to me. The next day itself I collected the roll of loose sheets tied up with string. 

It was not a diary really; the girl had jotted down certain happenings in her life on paper cut out from her old school notebooks. The girl wrote in Tamil in her print like hand. I present my translation hoping that I have managed to preserve the tone of her writing. Apart from excluding matter of no relevance to the story I have not tampered with the text. 

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12 Sep. 2002

I once considered as unrealistic stories and movies in which lovers crazed by unfulfilled love hold hands and jump off cliffs. Not any more. I now know there is no limit to what lovers can do when in the frenzy of their passion. I am afflicted. No, I am not thinking of jumping off cliffs. I want to do something even more frightening than that. Movie story writers will not dare deal with the theme of my affliction. The person to whom I have lost my heart is my blood brother. Incest they say is against nature. Religions prohibit it, and it is against law of this land. All very good reasons to steer clear of it, but I have no control over my feelings. 

My brother loves me too, which is natural enough; but I do not know if is it just the deep love a brother has for his only sister, or I am in his sexual fantasies. Most of the time when he looks at me it does not affect me, but at times there is something in the look that sends a thrill through my body. If he were to call me at those times he pronounces my name Mahesh with an intonation that quite blows me over. Deep down I am sure he has sexual thoughts about me at those times. My greatest worry is that he might develop interest in another girl. The very thought of his being with another girl gets me tensed up. I will not allow that to happen, I won't.

I do not know how it started. I always loved my only brother as any sister would. In my eighteenth year he became the object of my sexual fantasies. Maybe all sisters hold their older brothers as their fantasy objects at some phase in their lives. In my case however it became more intense till it is now all absorbing. His image is in my mind's eye all the time. When I see a man's face in a poster the face changes to that of my brother. At times young men who come to my counter in the department store where I am a sales person look so like my brother that I smile at them in an intimate way. Some of these men get excited; I have put on a stern face to shake them off. I think of him and him alone while masturbating which I seem to be doing very often these days.

My brother, who at 23 is two years older then me, is quite ordinary looking: medium height and medium build with a somewhat flat face. His eyes are not particularly large but they sparkle. May be only I see the sparkle for he has not been doing too well in job interviews. He is a clerk in a shop selling bicycles. Nothing much, but better than driving an auto that my father did almost till a few days before his death. My job is better too than my mother's; she has been a top servant woman for as long as I can remember. 

My brother is a gentle person. He always wants to help others. Everyone in our street likes him. We live in a crowded by-lane in Purasawalkam. Even by Chennai standards it is dense with people. The children call him Mano anna (elder brother) and the grown ups call him Mano thambi (younger brother). There are two girls in the houses opposite ours who have an eye on my brother. One of them is quite pretty. They are very friendly with me because I am his sister. Little do they know that I consider them my rivals and hate them from the bottom of my heart.

7 October 2002

I love Mondays. It is my off day. His office time is ten. My mother leaves at seven after preparing rice cakes for our breakfast. My mother and I are up early. We take our bath before the brother who is a late riser. He needs hot water. When I ask my mother why I do not get hot water for my bath (except on very cold days in January) she says that women must do with cold water. Ours is a society in which men get everything. When we have chicken for dinner my brother gets the drum sticks, one for lunch and one for supper. My mother and I have to do with the wings.

On Mondays I can watch my brother take his bath by peeping from an opening I have enlarged in the kitchen window. He takes his bath in the open. He wears a thin towel round his waist. When it gets wet it sticks to his genitals, and I watch with fascination. His scrotum is funny. Just before he pours water on himself I can see it hanging loose. As soon as he wets himself it becomes tight. The penis is a funny thing too. At times it is small and shrivelled, and at times it becomes thicker and longer. I believe the penis becomes thick and hard during sexual intercourse. I have not seen an erect one in man. I have seen it many times in the donkey of a dhobi who lives nearby. His donkey often strays into our area. Its cock becomes really long and thick. Once it was standing behind a female donkey and was nibbling its tail. Its cock was monstrous. I wanted to see how the cock goes into the female donkey's vagina. Then inexplicably the female donkey ran away. I was disappointed. It is funny isn't that the only two organs in the body that change visibly in shape are the parts of male's genitals. Does it mean that the male is more powerful than the female and is entitled to both the drum sticks?

12 Oct 2002

I can feel by the way a man looks at me whether he is just appreciating me as a woman or is eating me up with lust. I suppose all women get the feeling. With my brother I am not sure. At times I feel it is not quite brotherly appreciation of a sister. I wish he would look at me with lust that so many who come to my store do. I must be pretty for them to do so. My mother thinks I am the prettiest girl in the neighbourhood. I do not think so; the girl in the opposite house I have spoken about before is much prettier. I like to think that I resemble actress Snega. Her face I fancy is like mine, or rather the other way about. She is much taller though. All the girls I know think they resemble one actress or the other. 

My brother likes actress Meera Jasmine. He has a picture of her stuck to the inside of his cupboard door. I approve of his choice. She is about my height and build. The actor I like is Vijay. My brother does not understand what I see in someone who looks like any young man in the street. I like him because he has a distant resemblance to my brother: size, body structure and shape of the head. The face is different. Like my brother Vijay is also slow to show emotion. I am able to relate to him. I cannot relate to a he-man like Vikram who is my brother's favourite actor.

Movies and movie songs are the only entertainment for most people in this country. We rarely visit theatres. It is too expensive for us. There are so many movies on TV each day in the many channels that one need not go to theatres to see them unless you want to see them fresh. I do not like TV serials. In an effort to end each episode on a high note the producers distort the stories. Moreover in serials most of the characters seem to be bad people. That is not so in movies, and certainly not so in real life.

I like love scenes. I used to think that only men want fight scenes. It is not so. Many women like it too. I close my eyes during the fight scenes, especially when Vijay is involved. I am disappointed with the way lover do their part in our movies. With all that paint on the face, and the lights and the heat, and the dozen technicians watching it is not easy to do love scenes realistically. I am not bothered if the actors are not doing it well. I imagine it is my brother and I who are making love and I do a very good job of it. At times I do it so well that I become very moist in my pussy and I have to wash myself. 

25 Nov 2002

Today is to me a day that I have been dreading, but which most girls would be eagerly waiting for—a young man is visiting my home to 'view' me, an essential first step in arranging matches. It turned out to be the most memorable day in my life. The reason why it is memorable day has nothing to do with the man who visited. A week before I could sense that the day of 'bride viewing' was not far off. Mother was extra kind to me, and when our eyes met she smiled an oily smile. On Saturday we had chicken for lunch and surprise of surprises I got to eat one whole drum stick. Shortly after that she told me that the next day the boy with his parents and an uncle are visiting. I protested, but mother promised that nothing will happen without my consent. During the course of the day she told me about them apparently to get me into a receptive frame of mind. It seems the father and son are owners of a busy shop in nearby Tana Street, and that they own double storey brick house and not single storey partly thatched one like what we own, and so on and so forth.

"What harm is there in just allowing them a visit," said my brother. I had no choice but to agree.

They came an hour late. That was the custom. Later when we serve snacks and coffee the father or the uncle would say that they had coffee in a friend's house just before they came here. This was to give the impression that they had viewed another girl, and that we had competition.

I had to remain inside till called for. Of course I could see them from my hide. In this case there was only one young man in the party, but on occasions the girl will have the problem of decided which of the men was the hero of the day. My man was of medium height and lean. The mother did not seem formidable, and his only sister, a married woman, was not traditional sister material. Of the two older men I decided, for some unexplainable reason, that the fatter one was the uncle. It turned out to be so. 

For some time the talk was about friends and relatives in the hope of finding a common friend. Mother then offered snacks which after the usual protest they accepted. She served jangiri, a sweet, and muruku, a savoury. They will of course eat with their fingers. The important point in tradition is that the items served should be so dry that there would be no need to wash hands. Washing hands is bad omen.

It was my duty to serve coffee. I dressed in my best sari, replaced my trinket ear rings for real gold ones, and my gilded neck ornament for real gold chain. Like all girls, whether willing or not for the arrangement, I came out in my very best. Therein lay an important point in female psychology—no girl likes rejection. At a signal from my mother I stepped in rather like a circus animal entering the ring. I carried a tray with coffee in stainless steel tumblers. I offered coffee to the father and the uncle and then to the young man. To serve women before the senior men was unthinkable. I did not meet the eye of the young man when I offered him coffee. The mother smiled and so did the sister. I rather liked the sister. They seemed pleased.

I did not have to face pressure from my mother to say yes to the offer. It was true that the father owned a shop and that his business flourished, but it was a shop selling Indian made foreign liquor, namely brandy and whisky. Selling liquor is not respectable, especially with my mother who had enough problems with a husband was never missed his daily dose of arrack, an Indian made Indian liquor. 

We gave the usual excuse that I wished to do 'further studies'.

"Please leave me alone," I told mother. Later when I was alone in the room with my brother I told him not to bother me with more offers unless it is someone so like him that there was no difference.

"I that case I must offer myself," he said.

"That is what I dream of," I said. I met his eye and smiled coquettishly. He smiled a very loving and tender smile. 

"Mischievous imp," he said and catching me by the head he kissed me on the

cheek. Brothers and fathers kissing grown up sisters or daughters is not the practice in our culture. This first kiss sent a thrill down my spine.

"What about the other one," I said. My voice quavered for I was trembling. He kissed my other cheek.

"What about this," I said pointing to my pouting lips. We then hugged and kissed on the lips as if we were lovers. As far as I was concerned we were indeed lovers from that moment on. 

This bride viewing episode brought me to crisis point. If I let it drift my life would go waste. Life without my brother was not possible. I wept my eyes out. Early that morning came the realisation that self pity would not solve my problem. I had to take the lead; my brother cannot do that. I have to show the nature of my love for him in a way that left no room for doubt. The burden was solely on my shoulders. I steeled myself to the resolve that I would not shed any tears on this score from now on. I had to device some plan to declare my love for him. I mulled over it and came out with a plan. 

18 January 2003

Birthday celebrations are not part of Purasawalkam by-lane customs. My mother tells me that in the house where she does top work birthdays are important. Cake cutting, candle blowing, and singing the birthday song are routine, and when it is a child's birthday the parents organise games to which all the friends of the child are invited. In the corporation school I studied birthday babies did not come to school with a bag of sweets to distribute to her classmates. Neither was birthday considered at home. I wanted to break new ground. 

"Saturday is your birthday Mano," I said one morning. "I am inviting you to a movie." 

"Hey, thank you Mahesh, but why this new form of celebration."

"To brighten our dull lives," I said.

I rode side-saddle perched precariously on my brother's two wheeler's tiny back seat. I held him tight by the waist. It I not often that I get a chance to ride on the back of his two wheeler (I do not have a licence to drive). It was a thrilling ride embracing my brother by the waist. I got the tickets at Abirami complex of theatres. We got in and took our seats. 

I had chosen a movie that was only a few days to go before change. The few patrons were mostly young couples. This was what I had planned for. The couples have not come to watch the movie but cuddle and kiss and fondle. 

"What are you looking for," asked my brother.

"For better seats."

"Are these not good enough?"

"Not for a birthday boy," I said. I found what I wanted and we moved there. 

"I do not see anything special in these seats," said my brother. To our left two seats away there was a couple, and another couple directly in the row in front of us. This was what I was looking for. One or the other, or maybe both are sure to put on a show. That was what I was after. I of course did not explain that to my brother. I waited and hoped.

How long the couple two seats away in our row were waiting for this opportunity one knows not, but they commenced action even before the titles display was over. The girl leaned back and rested her head on his shoulders. His hand slid under her pallav. She must have undone the blouse buttons and was not using bra. From where we sat I could see his hand fondling her bare breasts, big ones. It was clearly a well practised routine. Mano was darting glances in their direction too, and I could see a bulge forming over the front of his pants. I was already wet. 

I folded the arm rest dividing my seat from Mano's and slid towards him till our thighs and bodies were in contact. I folded my hands round his arm and rested by head on his shoulders. He tenderly brought his other hand round and rubbed my cheek and then my forehead and then swiped his palms across my face down to my neck. I moaned and nestled closer to him.

"Can you see the couple next to us Mano?" I said in a whisper.

"I can Magesh."

"Do you think it is proper?"

"Why not? Do you think it is improper? If so we can move to another seat."

"I like to see them that way. It is lovely. Do you think it is lovely too?"

"Yes I do."

"Would you like to do the same?"

"What a funny question."

"Anyway answer."

"I would, of course. Which young man would not?"

"Then what prevents you."

"The girl is missing."

"What am I? A boy?"

"You are my sister."

"What if?"

"It's not done."

"Who said it?"

"It is generally known to be wrong."

"Suppose the sister wants it?"

"Do you?"

"Desperately; passionately, please Mano darling do." I did not wait for his response. I had already undone the blouse hooks when I was sliding towards him. I was not wearing bra that evening. I turned my body partly away from him just as the other girl was doing, and taking hold of his right hand which was nearest to me I took it round my back and placed it on my bare right breast. I prayed that he would not be shocked and withdraw his hands and chide me. He did not. His soft hand on my breast produced a sensation that can only be described as delicious. His first touch was hesitant, but then he gained confidence and he gently played with my breast. My breasts, though not quite up to the level of our neighbour's, were quite an impressive pair. I pushed myself closer to him, so close that there was no more to go.

My blouse was open but covered by my loosely drawn pallav which I had left long for the occasion. I turned a little more to my right and reached for and took hold of his other hand and placed it on the other breast. Now he was fondling both breasts. Then his hand on my left breast wandered to my abdomen and went on to explore the space below the sari pleats at the waist. I had tied the sari somewhat loosely and when I tucked in my abdomen he was able to insert his hand under my sari. A brought my hips closer to him and soon he was on my pussy mound. I could feel his hand playing over the closely trimmed hair. And then he went further till a finger was on the clitoris. A thrill passed through me. I lifted one foot and then the other and spread my thighs. He played with my clitoris and went further down the slit, and then he took out his hand. I could see that his fingers were wet. 

"It's heavenly." I said. 

His hand was back on the breast. He pinched the tits, and then he kneaded the breasts. I moaned gently. I placed one hand on his thigh and pinched a large bunch of flesh. This went on for some time.

"Darling brother, you are doing so much for me should I not reciprocate?"

"How?"

"See that girl." That girl was leaning back as if viewing the screen intensely but her hand as on her partner's crotch, and she was moving her hand up and down."

My brother must have been thinking on the same lines for he lent forwards and I threw my sari pallav over his thighs and unzipped him. With some assistance from him I got his cock out. I was monstrous. I held the shaft and then passed my hand over the expanded tip and then finally I grasped it close to the rose and started pumping. He meanwhile played with my breasts. In the excited state we were in it did not take much time for my brother to ejaculate.

"Magesh, take away your hand, I may spill."

"I want you to spill."

"Your hand will get all dirty."

"I do not consider it dirty. It is holy. Spill on me my darling brother, please, please." He did just that. It came in massive spurts and the warm fluid filled my fist and flowed on my hand. I soaked it all in my pallav. He did a bit of wiping with his handkerchief. He zipped and I lent back. I licked what was sticking to my hand. He turned to see me do that.


A Sister's Love



Growing up I always admired my older sister, Debra. When I was younger I admired the way she handled my parents, which made things a lot easier on me. I always admired how she treated me; I was never the annoying little brother to her. We have always been very close. I think it was a result of all the moving we did growing up. Between the ages of 5 and 15 I lived in seven different towns. Any time you move as a child it always takes time to make new friends, but wherever we went we always had each other.

Debra is 10 months older than me and is currently a very attractive 31 year-old woman. I think she looks better today than she did ten years ago and I thought she looked damn good back then. She's 5'8" tall with shoulder length red hair (not natural but it fits her perfectly), she has a very well proportioned body with curves in just the right places. Her breasts are nice and firm and she has a beautiful ass that I always admired. In fact it was that ass that made me cross the line.

When I was 17 I started to look at Debra less as a sister and more as an incredibly attractive teenage girl. As you know, 17 year-old boys can be rather horny. I use to take any opportunity I could get to spy on Debra. I would try to sneak looks at her in the shower, getting dress, basically anywhere there might be a chance I'd see some flesh. Not too long after I turned 17 I got the chance to see her in all her glory, purely by accident. She came out of the shower one day with just a towel wrapped around her and as she was leaving the bathroom the towel caught on the door and was pulled off. She recovered quickly but it was long enough for me to see her firm breast and neatly trimmed bush.

That image was enough to fuel my fantasies for a month, giving me some of my most intense orgasms while masturbating. The quick peek was enough to fuel my desires and I started to take more and more risks to see her nude again. I was often rewarded with quick looks at a breast or her pussy but it wasn't enough to satisfy my urges. I was finally rewarded with a show that has stayed with me to this very day as one of the most sexually exciting moments of my life.

I had just turned 18 at the time and I finally cooked up a plan that might let me see what I wanted to see. Debra had been dating a guy named Tom for several months and I was certain they were having sex (I came across some condoms in her room while stealing a pair of her underwear). I decided to set things up so I could watch them. My parents were going out to a party and I knew they wouldn't be home until very late. I got the okay from them to spend the night at a friend's house. Of course I had no intention of doing that. Shortly after my parents left for their party I told Debra I was going out. She was eager to get rid of me because she had invited her boyfriend over. I left through the front door and circled back around the house and snuck in through the basement.

I hid downstairs for an hour until I heard Tom show up. I knew they would head to the family room first so I snuck upstairs and hid in Debra's closet. I figured it wouldn't be long before they came to her bedroom to do it. I waited for an hour but I grew impatient and decided to see what was going on. I snuck back down to the main floor of the house and moved quietly to the family room. When I looked around the corner I was treated to an incredibly exciting scene.

It took me a second to take everything in. Tom was standing in the middle of the room with no clothes on; his cock was rock hard and quite big. Debra was standing just in front of him performing a sexy striptease. My own cock quickly hardened as she started to remove her clothes. She started with her shirt and slowly, painfully unbuttoned it from the bottom up. After the buttons were undone, she slowly uncovered first one breast and then the other before covering them again. She turned around and then dropped her shirt to the floor. From my side view I could still see her hard nipples standing out from her firm breasts. My throbbing cock was starting to hurt in my jeans so I undid my pants to set it free.

Debra then slowly turned around to face Tom. He reached for her breasts but she stopped him with a shake of her finger. She then proceeded to flick and pull her own nipples. It was at this time that I started to rub my own cock. I was wishing that I were Tom. Debra left her nipples alone and slowly started to unbutton her skirt. She carefully held it up until all the buttons were undone and then she let it drop. She wasn't wearing any underwear and, unlike the last time I caught a glimpse of her pussy, she was now completely bare. I almost gasped out loud but stopped before I gave myself away. She slowly traced her finger around her bare pussy before she shoved it into her already wet cunt. I was still stroking my hard cock.

Tom had started to rub his cock as well. Debra reached forward with her other hand and grabbed Tom's cock. He let out a small moan as she started to rub it for him. I was imagining the feel of her hand on my cock. Debra then lowered herself in front of Tom and engulfed his cock in her hot mouth. Her experienced sucking was having an obvious effect on Tom as he started to moan louder and louder. He suddenly screamed out that he was going to cum and Debra pulled him all the way in and held him there. I could see him shaking as he came down Debra's throat. Watching my own sister give head to her boyfriend was enough to set me off. I let loose a flood of cum, shooting it across the entrance to the family room.

I leaned back against the wall, my knees weak from the intensity of the orgasm. Tom recovered quicker that I did as he joined Debra on the floor and gave her a deep kiss before pushing her onto her back. He worked his way down her body, stopping to pay homage to her beautiful breasts. He licked and sucked her nipples for several minutes before continuing his journey down to her sweet cunt. I was starting to recover my senses and realized what was going on. My cock hardened again as I watched Tom slowly start to lick around Debra's pussy. Debra was starting to moan from Tom's licking when he suddenly sucked her clit into his mouth. Debra growled and spread her legs even farther apart as he sucked on her clit. I had a perfect view of her cunt from my hiding place. My hand had already found it's way back to my cock. Tom continued to assault my sister's cunt until Debra screamed out in orgasm. Tom kept licking until she calmed down.

When he moved from between her legs to give her a kiss I noticed the damp spot on the floor from where she came. They kissed and fondled each other for several minutes until Debra rolled Tom over, quickly rolled on a condom and straddled him. She slowly inserted his throbbing cock into her dripping wet pussy. When she had taken him all the way in she began to ride up and down on his hard shaft. I was finding the entire thing incredibly exciting but also very frustrating. The way they were now situated I couldn't really see much. I would catch glimpses of Tom's cock disappearing into Debra's hot cunt but it wasn't enough. Unfortunately I couldn't move from where I was without them seeing me.

Luckily, Debra said something the let me see more than I thought I ever would. Debra asked Tom to take her up the ass. I was shocked (and even more aroused) by the dirty language coming from my sister. She was asking Tom to take her up the butt and to fuck her tight hot ass, her verbal tirade continued until she was on her knees (her ass pointed right at me) and Tom had positioned himself behind her. Tom was standing with his legs apart, slightly bent at the knees; his cock was resting against Debra's tight ass. I had a perfect view of her still soaked cunt and of Tom's cock getting buried in her ass. Tom popped the head of his cock into her ass and Debra let out a small scream. 

Debra let out a loud scream when Tom pushed his full length into her tight ass but her groans of pain quickly turned to moans of pleasure. They kept talking dirty to each other as Tom pounded my sister's beautiful ass. The pounding lasted for several minutes before both Tom and Debra cried out in orgasm, I added my own silent orgasm to the mix and squirted another load of cum onto the family room floor. My second orgasm was even more intense than the first. I fell back slightly and bumped against the flower stand behind me.

At first I thought everything was okay but then I heard my sister ask Tom if he heard something. I panicked and darted out of the house as quickly and quietly as I could. I was in the backyard before I remembered to put my cock away. I looked at my watch and realized it was almost midnight. I told my buddy I would tap on his window around 12 so I headed over to his house. Halfway there I realized that I never cleaned up my cum. Considering where I shot my load, I had no doubt that Debra or Tom would notice it when they left the house. I cursed myself but realized there was nothing I could do.

I made it to my buddy's house and told him all about what I had seen. We stayed up most of the night talking about sex and women and my sister. He pulled out a few dirty magazines he kept hidden and I pointed out a few pictures that depicted the scene I witnessed earlier in the evening. Around 2 am we were both so worked up we did something I never thought we'd do; we helped each other get some relief.

I have no doubt that I am a straight male, I've never been attracted to men, never had any homosexual fantasies but for some reason that night we knew masturbation wasn't going to be relief enough. I think my buddy suggested it first but I honestly can't remember. What I do remember is wrapping my hand around his dick, as he returned the favor, and slowly pumping his throbbing cock. I've seen my friend's cock before but that night both of our cock's looked bigger that they ever have.

We stroked each other for several minutes and I must admit, it felt much better having someone else stroke your dick. James suggested we do a 69, and after a minute, I agreed. We both decided that we didn't want to swallow so we agreed to warn each other when we got close. We moved into position and tentatively began to suck on each other's cocks. It was awkward at first but we soon got into a rhythm. After several minutes I told James I was close, he said he was almost there as well. We resumed our original positions and stroked each other to very intense orgasms. It was the first time someone else had brought me to orgasm, and it was great.

We cleaned up our mess and went to bed. My night was filled with dreams of fucking my sister, several years later I learned James' night was filled with dreams of fucking me. James came out of the closet 3 years later and told me the night we got each other off was the night he first realized that he was gay. It took him the 3 years after that to truly accept it. We're still friends today but we have never repeated what we did that night. But that's getting away from the main story.

I got home the next day around noon. My sister was still in bed (as usual on a Saturday) but my parents were up. They asked about my night and I told them it was fun. I stifled a laugh when they asked what James and I did. I said we just played video games. They said they had a fun night but something in their expressions told me there was something else going on.

I went upstairs to my room to get rid of my clothes from yesterday and to have a shower. In the shower my thoughts were filled with the images from the night before. I masturbated in the shower and watched as my cum slowly went down the tub drain. I wasn't paying attention to what was going on and did not hear the bathroom door open.

"Thinking about me little brother?" Debra asked as she stood in the bathroom, with the door closed again, in only the oversized t-shirt she wears to bed. I jumped when she spoke and nearly fell over in the tub. I cursed and shut-off the shower. I hopped out of the shower, ready to give her a piece of my mind when I realized I was still naked, and my cock was still hard. "Perhaps I shouldn't call you little brother after all." She said as she stared at my hard cock.

"I know you were watching last night. That was quite the present you left in the family room entryway. Don't worry, I cleaned it up for you. So, did you enjoy the show?" Debra moved closer to me, her nipples hard and visible under her nightshirt. I was very tempted to reach out and touch them. I was also very self-conscious.

"I'm sorry." I said as I wrapped my towel around my waist. "I've been so damn horny that when I figured you and Tom were doing it, I had to find a way to watch. And I did enjoy the show." I blushed and pushed past Debra and ran into my room. My heart was pounding, my cock was still hard, and I was torn between embarrassed and aroused. I locked my bedroom door and dropped my towel. My hand was a blur as I quickly brought myself to orgasm. A thick stream of cum shot across the room and landed on my bed, some four feet away. I fired off a few smaller shots but was amazed at the intensity of that first shot.

I dried myself off and then used my towel to clean up my mess. I quickly got dressed and headed down stairs for lunch. As I was leaving my room I could hear the shower running and noticed the bathroom door was open. I hesitated for a second before moving to the bathroom door. I looked in and could clearly see my sister soaping herself up in the shower. Twice she used her face cloth to wipe the steam off the shower doors, she wanted me to see her, it was the only explanation. I watched intensely as she paid close attention to her pussy. The glass of the shower door distorted things a bit but I could still see things well enough to cause my cock to stiffen again. I moved my hand to my crotch and rubbed my erection through my jeans.

"Michael, are you finished yet? Come down for lunch already." My mother brought me back to reality and I reluctantly left me prime viewing location and headed down stairs. "Finally, I thought I heard the shower stop but when I heard it again I thought you were still in the shower."

"No, Debra's up now. She's in the shower at the moment." A look passed between my parents when I mentioned that Debra was up already. Something was going on but I didn't know what it was. The shower stopped and the house was suddenly very quiet. About five minutes later, my father nodded to my mother who went upstairs. A few minutes after Mom went upstairs I heard my sister scream and before I knew it she was running down the stairs and was out the door. My mother came down the stairs right behind her and told my Father to catch her.

"Mom, what's going on? Why did Debra take off like that?" Mom stared at me for a moment, I could tell she was debating whether or not to tell me and then she finally decided to fill me in. I guess Tom left shortly after I did last night. On his way home he stopped at his family's convenience store. When he went inside, his brother was there. It seems his brother had gotten into a fight at a local bar and then went to the store to get a gun Tom's family kept for protection. Tom tried to stop his brother from leaving with the gun, and in the struggle Tom was shot. He died from his injuries that morning.

I was in shock. I watch Tom fuck my sister last night and now he was dead. My first thought was at least he died happy (I know I would die happy if I just fucked my sister.) My second thought disgusted me; I thought at least there's no one to compete with for Debra now. I left the kitchen and went back to my room. I stayed there most of the day, thinking about everything that happened in the last 24 hours.

It was after six before my father and sister returned. I wanted to condole my sister but was so revolted by my earlier thoughts I felt I didn't have any right. The next few days were like a blur. Between the visits and the funeral, nobody was in a very good mood. Over the rest of the summer my sister slowly withdrew. My desire to fuck my sister never lessened but anytime I thought of trying to sneak a glance at her I couldn't go through with it. Before I knew it summer was over and Debra decided to go away to university.

Over the next ten months I saw my sister infrequently, she seldom came home (mainly holidays) and I usually only talked to her once or twice a month on the phone. Having my sister move out did wonders for my sex life. Once I stopped obsessing about my sister I focused my hormones on other girls. It started slowly at first (first real kiss, first touch of a breast, first feel of a pussy, first hand job, etc.) but each step brought me more confidence and shortly before I turned 19 I had sex for the first time.

Her name was Mika; she was a year older than me but was in my grade 12 homeroom class. She had moved from Germany and was put into school one year behind. We've been in the same school since grade 6 and I always had a crush on her. Until my sister left home though I was always too preoccupied with her to think about Mika. With Debra gone, Mika became the new object of my desires. There had been a few other girls as the timing never seemed right with Mika.

Shortly before graduation, Mika and I found ourselves single at the same time. We've been friends for years I knew she was attracted to me as well, so I asked her to go to the prom with me. She agreed and I was delighted. We dated for a month before graduation and we were slowly progressing from kissing to heavy petting. We both knew that graduation would be the night we would lose our virginity.

Prom night was fun, the sexual tension was building all night and Mika and I headed straight to the hotel after the dance. Mika was stunning, she had long red hair (natural), beautiful long legs, nice firm breast that were just the right size, very sensitive nipples (which I love), and a gorgeous ass. She was wearing a full-length evening dress that hugged her curves just right to accentuate her best features. 

Once in the hotel room we held each other close and kissed deeply. The kiss was filled with everything we were feeling, passion, lust, nervousness, etc. Mika broke our embrace first and said she wanted to go get changed into something more comfortable (I almost laughed at the old cliché). She told me to take off my tuxedo jacket but nothing else and to sit on the bed to wait for her.

Several minutes later she came out of the bathroom wearing a black see-through bra and matching panties, a garter belt and stockings. Her nipples were already firm and clearly visible through the fabric. Seeing her caused a tent to form in my pants.

"Poor Michael, let me see if I can help relieve the pressure." She motioned me to come to her, which I did very quickly. I tried to kiss her but she stopped me, "if you want this to happen then remember that I'm in control." I was so horny that I would have done anything she asked if I got to fuck her.

She kissed me lightly on the lips, the feeling was electric. She caressed my cock through my pants and then moved her hands to undo my bowtie. I desperately wanted to touch her but she wouldn't let me, and I was going to do anything to risk my chance at losing my virginity. Mika undid my shirt slowly, kissing her way down my chest, stopping to flick my nipples with her tongue. The sensation was driving me crazy. I reached out and caressed her breast; she slapped my hand away, giving me a final warning. Mika continued her work, slowly removing each piece of my clothing until only my boxers remained.

She slid my shorts down just enough to reveal the head of my cock, she kissed it lightly, causing it to jump against its restraints. She continued to slide the boxer down, kissing each newly revealed portion of my cock. She finally pulled my boxer all the way down and kissed each of my balls lightly. My cock was throbbing, I was so worked up I thought I would explode.




A Sister's Love



She grabbed my cock and pulled back the foreskin. The head was covered with pre-cum. Mika licked her around the head, tasting my pre-cum for the first time. "I want to make sure our first time lasts so I'm going to give you a treat. Just remember, I expect you to return the favor." With that she sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. The sensation was very intense and after all of her teasing it was enough to make me explode. I shot what seemed to be a gallon of cum into Mika's mouth. She surprised me by swallowing it all. After seven or eight spurts my knees gave out and I fell back onto the bed, causing Mika to release my cock from her mouth.

She smiled and slid up the bed next to me, giving me a deep kiss. I could taste my cum as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I started to run my hands over her body, this time she did not stop me so I continued to caress her. I turned her on to her back and kissed her lightly on the lips, I then flicked the corners of her mouth lightly with my tongue, causing her to shiver. I wanted to ensure she enjoyed this night as well so I restrained my self from tearing her bra and panties off and fucking her hard.

I slowly worked my way down her body, kissing and sucking on her neck (being careful not to leave any marks) and I skipped over her breasts with only a very light touch of her nipples through her bra. I slowly kissed my way down her flat stomach and traced the outline of her panties with my tongue. I kept moving down her legs. I started with her left leg, I release the clasp on her stocking and slowly rolled it down her leg, kissing and licking my way to her toes. I then did the same thing to her right leg.

While I was doing this I noticed a change in Mika's breathing, I saw her reach a hand down to her pussy. I could see a wet spot on her panties and I could smell her scent quite strongly. She caressed her pussy through her panties; I watched for a moment and then pushed her hand away. "It's my turn now." She sighed and withdrew her hand. I kissed my way back up to her panties and then I licked her pussy through her panties. Mika shuddered at the contact and grabbed my hair to push me into her cunt.

I pulled back and continued up her body to her breasts. I opened the front clasp on the bra and revealed her left breast. I kissed all around it, careful to avoid her nipple, and then I sucked her nipple hard into my mouth. I learnt earlier that Mika liked rough play with her nipples. I repeated this on her right breast. Mika was breathing heavy as I moved back down to her panties. I hooked my fingers in her waistband and slowly pulled her panties down.

I kissed the newly exposed flesh as I worked her panties down, avoiding her pussy but enjoying the sweet aroma coming from her treasure. After I removed her panties I gently spread her legs, allowing me full view of her sweet prize. I kissed her outer lips lightly causing her to gasp and grab my hair. I continued to kiss around her pussy and then I pushed my tongue between her moist lips. I licked upwards until I made contact with her clit.

Mika bucked at my faced when my tongue first made contact with her clit. I circled it lightly with my tongue, resisting the urge to dive in. Finally when I thought she couldn't take anymore I sucked her clit hard into my mouth, pushing her over the edge into a very intense orgasm. I held her clit in my mouth until she came down from her sexual high. I finally released her button and moved up onto the bed with her. We held each other for several minutes, content in the afterglow of our oral efforts.

Mika started to fondle my rigid cock again and said, "I think it's time for the main event." Mika pushed me onto my back and straddled me. We kissed deeply for several minutes, exploring each other mouths with a sense of urgency. Mika reach between us and grabbed my hard cock. She lifted herself up and positioned it at her entrance. "I want to control this so don't you dare try and hurry this along." I barely heard her as I watched the head of my cock disappear into the soft fold of her hot pussy.

I moaned as she slowly slid down my pole. I felt my head come in contact with her hymen and she stopped. I was tempted to pull her down on me but I knew it would ruin the night. Mika slowly moved up and down on my shaft, only taking a few inches into her. After a couple of minutes of this she lowered herself so I was pressed firmly against her hymen. She smiled at me and then let herself drop all the way down. My cock tore through her virginity and she let out a scream. Mika fell against my chest and I held her close, my cock buried deep inside her hot pussy.

I kissed her on the lips and cheeks, whispering what I hoped were words of encouragement. After a minute or so she kissed me back and started to grind her pussy against me. The sensation was incredible. She kept this up for a minute or so and then sat up straight. Placing her hands on my chest she began to ride up and down on my cock. As she was riding my cock I reached down and began to rub her clit. After a few more minutes Mika threw her head back and let out a deep, primal scream as her second orgasm of the night tore through her body.

Mika fell back against my chest, breathing deeply. She snuggled into my neck and said, "thank-you for letting me set the pace. I knew I could trust you to make this night special." I kissed her deeply and told her I had dreamed of this moment for years. I rolled her onto her back, managing to stay inside her as I did. "Now it's my turn to set the pace." Mika smiled, "well, what are you waiting for, fuck me already." I kissed her and told her to get ready.

I lifted her legs up and positioned myself to get the best penetration. I pulled back slowly and made short thrusts into her pussy, teasing her. Then without warning I plunged all the way into her hot cunt. The sudden penetration triggered a small orgasm for Mika and I continued to thrust hard into her. I kept this up for ten minutes until I started to feel the cum rise in my balls. Mika sensed that I was close and said, "It's okay, you can cum in me." That was all the encouragement I needed. I pounded into her several more times before I released my second load of the night. My orgasm set Mika off for a fourth time that night.

Mika's cunt gripped my cock as she came; milking what cum I had left from my balls. It was at this point that I made my mistake. The feeling of her milking my cock was incredible, when I looked down at her a vision from a year earlier flashed before my eyes. Without thinking I said, "Oh Debra, you don't know how long I've wanted to fuck you." My brain unfroze a second too late and I realized what I had said.

Mika had a look on her face somewhere between shock and disgust. She pushed me off her and got out of bed. She yelled and screamed various profanities at me for the several minutes it took her to get dressed and then she left the hotel. I lay on the bed, shocked at what I had said. I stayed in the hotel that night but I never slept. My mind raced with thoughts about what my verbal slip meant. I realized that I had not gotten over my obsession with Debra; instead I turned my attention to girls who looked like her. Mika looked very similar to my sister, I realized the entire time I was fucking Mika I was pretending it was Debra.

The next morning I returned home. I tried to put on a happy face for my parents but they suspected things didn't go as well as I let on. It wasn't like I could tell them that while fucking Mika last night I was wishing it was my sister and called out Debra's name. I went to my room and stayed there most of the day, coming out only for meals. It was during supper that I received the good news; Debra was coming home in two weeks and was going to stay for the summer.

When I returned to my room after supper I was ecstatic, and suddenly very hard. I closed my eyes and visions of Debra flooded my head as I started to stroke my cock. It didn't take very long for the fantasy playing out in my head to trigger my orgasm. I grunted Debra's name as I shot a load of sperm across my room. I fell back on my bed, idly playing with my still firm cock. I started thinking about the disaster last night with Mika and I realized that unless I could make my fantasy come through I would continue to obsess about my sister and I would never be able to have a normal relationship with anyone else.

Debra arrived home 2 weeks later, around the middle of May, it was the first time I'd seen her since Christmas and she didn't look good. She looked tired and run down, not just from one bad night's sleep but from a years worth. Debra settled into her old room and stayed there for the night, saying she was tired and needed to sleep, which no one doubted. My desire to fuck my sister was replace with concern for her well-being.

Later that night I heard the distinct sounds of crying coming from Debra's room. I snuck out of my room and quietly tapped on her door. "Debra, it's Michael. Are you okay?" Debra didn't say anything; she just opened the door for me to come in. We sat together on her bed and talked most of the night. Debra still wasn't over Tom's death. She said she had trouble sleeping and couldn't bring herself to go out and have fun at university. She said she had tried dating a couple of times but the guys were really immature and only wanted to fuck her. When she wouldn't have sex with them, they dumped her, which just made her feel worse. She said being home, the last place she had been with Tom, just brought all of the emotions flooding back. I comforted the best I could while trying to hide my erection.

When Debra opened the door she was only wearing a skimpy pair of panties and a very short t-shirt. As out conversation went on I was getting very horny being so close to the object of my desires, at the same time I was very ashamed of those feelings thinking I was no better than the guys Debra dated at university. I made it through the night without doing anything inappropriate. Eventually, Debra fell asleep and I went back to my own room.

Over the next few weeks things seemed to return to normal. Debra started to sleep better and was starting to look and act like the Debra I loved and desired. Both Debra and myself were working and our work schedules didn't allow us to see much of each other. I still tried to sneak a look at Debra when I could get a chance and was rewarded with a few quick glimpses of her breasts. 

It was nearing the end of June and it was time for my Parents anniversary. It was their 25th and Debra and I planned a special surprise party. We arranged for family to come in from out of town and had a big party planned. Our grandparents (on my father's side) were coming in as well and they were going to be staying with us. Much to my surprise (and delight) Debra agreed to give up her room and said she would stay in my room on the air mattress.

July 1st was the big party and everything went well. We all had a great time and we all got a little drunk from the wine. We returned to the house from the hall we rented around 1:00 am. Everyone was tired and we all decided to go to bed. Debra and I turned in around 2:00 since we were the last ones to get to use the washroom.

Around 3:00 in the morning I felt Debra climb into bed with me. I asked her what was wrong and she said the air mattress had a leak. I offered to sleep on the floor but she said it would be okay for one night if we shared the bed. We both drifted off to sleep again and maybe an hour later I woke up when Debra pressed her ass against my crotch. She was sound asleep and snoring lightly but she kept rubbing her ass against my quickly stiffening cock. After a couple of minutes I was rock hard and nestled between her ass cheeks. It was driving me crazy. It was at that point that I lost what little self-control I had managed to maintain.

I pulled back from Debra and slowly slid down the bed until my face was level with her ass. The light coming in from outside was enough to let me see her beautiful butt. I reached out and caressed her cheeks softly. She moaned at the touch but kept on snoring. Encouraged by the lack of reaction I slowly eased her thin panties down until her naked ass was in front of me. I leaned in slowly and kissed her ass cheeks, soft at first then firmer. There was the definite smell of sex coming from between her legs and a light touch of her pussy with my finger confirmed Debra was wet.

When I touched her pussy Debra moaned again and rolled onto her stomach. Her legs parted slightly which allowed me a close of view of my most sought after prize. Lost in my desire for my sister I gently spread her ass cheeks apart and licked around her tight hole. Debra wiggled a little but otherwise gave no sign of waking up. I moved slowly down from her anus and pushed my tongue into her wet pussy. The taste was everything I imagined it to be. I licked again and that's when Debra woke up.

I quickly scrambled up the bed and Debra looked into my eyes. I wasn't sure what she was thinking. I started to talk but didn't know what to say. Finally after several minutes of looking at each other Debra asked "Why?" I looked deep into her eyes and smiled. "Because I love you Debra," I replied. "I've loved you forever but that love changed a couple of years ago and I started to love you not just as a sister but as a woman. I've desired you for so long now it hurts. There is nothing more I want in my life than to make your life a happy one." My words trailed off as I thought they likely sounded rather hollow to Debra.

Debra smiled at me and then kissed me lightly on the lips. There was a jolt of electricity when our lips met. Debra kissed me again, this time firmer, it took me a second to react but then I kissed back. Our lips parted and out tongues touched for the first time. We kissed and caressed each other for several minutes before Debra finally broke away. She reached over and turned on the light on my nightstand. Without saying a word she removed her t-shirt and panties and threw then on the floor. She smiled and then threw the covers down past her feet. "You may as well get a good look in the light" she said as she laid back on the bed and spread her legs apart.

At first I was stunned, I gazed at the beauty lying next to me, uncertain as to how to react. I looked into to Debra's eyes and she smiled and nodded her head. Her encouragement was all I needed; I slid down the bed stopping to look closely at her breasts. I tentatively reached a hand towards her firm nipples and when Debra did nothing to stop me I lightly rolled the nipple between my fingers, eliciting a moan that further encouraged me.

I played with her nipples for several minutes before leaning in to taste them. I could have sucked and kissed her breasts forever but there were other areas that I needed to explore. I kissed my way from her breasts to her wet pussy. I gazed at the beautiful sight of her bare lips, afraid to touch and afraid not too at the same time. I trace a finger lightly around her puffy lips; I was rewarded with another moan of approval. I continued to caress her pussy slowly working my finger in towards her center. I slid my finger between her lips, causing Debra to buck against my hand. I added a second finger to my rubbing and slowly worked the fingers into Debra's tight, hot cunt.

Debra's breathing had changed and she was now slowly rotating her hips as I finger fucked her hot pussy. I knew I had to ensure this was enjoyable for her or I would never get the opportunity again. I leaned in closer and tasted her pussy for the second time that night. A louder moan escaped Debra's lips as my tongue made contact with her clit. I used my other hand to spread her lips apart to get a clear view of her button. I pressed my thumb against it as I continued to finger her cunt.

Debra's breathing indicated she was nearing orgasm so I leaned in again and sucked her clit into my mouth. While sucking her clit I flicked it with my tongue and continued to finger her very wet pussy. I kept this up for a couple of minutes until I felt her vaginal muscles clench tightly around my fingers. Debra was moaning loudly into her pillow as I continued to suck her clit. After a minute or so she came down and I released her clit, slid back up the bed and gave her as passionate a kiss as I knew how.

"Thank-you Michael. You don't know how badly I needed that. Not so much the orgasm, which I loved, but the fact I could feel your love for me. The tender way you treated me, the way you paid attention to my reactions, I haven't felt that since Tom." Debra hugged me and gave me another kiss. We held each other for several minutes before I felt Debra's hand rubbing my very hard cock through my shorts. "I think it's time I showed you how I feel."

With that Debra started to kiss my neck and ears and slowly worked her way down my chest, giving the same treatment to my nipples that I gave her. She then worked her way down my stomach and pushed her tongue into my belly button, which I found very arousing. She then pulled my shorts down past my throbbing member and kissed her way down my cock until she reached my balls.

Debra licked around my balls lightly and then sucked each one into her mouth. I moaned from the sensation, knowing I wasn't going to last very long. Debra pulled back my foreskin and licked around the head of my cock, spreading the pre-cum all over the head. Then she sucked the head into her mouth and slowly worked her way down my shaft. As she was sucking on my cock her fingers were lightly caressing my balls. The overall sensation was enough to trigger my orgasm. Debra sensed my orgasm coming and pulled back until only head of my cock was in her mouth. She pumped my cock with her hand until I had shot all of my cum into her waiting mouth.

Debra swallowed my load and slid back up the bed to give me a passionate kiss. I could taste the salty tang of my cum on her lips and tongue as we kissed. We lay together for several minutes in total contentment. Finally Debra broke the embrace, "I want you to make love to me Michael. I need to feel you inside of me." I smiled and kissed her lightly on the lips and cheeks before moving between her legs.

"I do love you Debra." I said as I slowly entered her tight pussy. The feeling exceeded anything I had felt before. When I was buried as deep as I could get we kissed, our tongues dancing passionately between our mouths. I slowly pulled back and again pushed in as deep as I could go. I kept up the slow pace for 10 minutes or so. I was dying to pound Debra with everything I had but at the same time I was enjoying the unique closeness you get during a nice slow fuck.

"I love the feeling of closeness, but I really need you to fuck me hard. It's been so long since I've been fucked, please, give me everything." Debra whispered hoarsely in my ear. I kissed her deeply and lifted myself up onto my fists. I pulled her legs upward and pinned them back with my arms. I looked down to see my cock buried in the object of my obsession and smiled. I watched as I slowly pulled out of Debra hot cunt and pushed back into her. I kept watching as I slowly built up speed. I turned my attention upwards and kissed Debra again as I started to pound hard into her tight treasure.

I continued to ram myself into her with every ounce of strength I had. After several minutes Debra moved her legs and wrapped them around my waist, pulling me even further into her wet center. Both of us were starting to breath heavier as we continued to fuck. The love and closeness of earlier had been replaced with a primal need to reach climax. Debra was using her legs to pull me in harder with each thrust I gave. Soon she was screaming into her pillow, which was not doing a very good job of muffling the sound.




A Sister's Love



I felt Debra's muscles grip my cock and pull me into her, her legs clenched me tight and held me deep inside her. Her vaginal muscles started to milk my cock as she came, the feeling pushed me over the edge into the most intense orgasm of my life (I still have not experienced anything like it). Finally I collapsed on top of Debra, my energy was completely spent. We kissed lightly and held each other close. Eventually we rolled over onto out sides, somehow I managed to stay inside Debra even though my cock had softened.

"I love you Debra, I will always love you." I whispered softly as I stroked her sweat soaked hair. Debra smiled and nuzzled into my neck. We held each other close and drifted to sleep, still joined together in our love.

Epilogue

Debra and I enjoyed many special moments over the next two months before she returned to University. Nothing matched the intensity of out first night together but the love between us never changed. One encounter came close as Debra let me take her in the ass. It was the first time I had anal sex and it made me realize why guys seem to like it so much.

It was late in august, only two weeks until Debra was to return to University. Our parents were gone out for the evening and Debra said she wanted to give me a special night before she had to leave. Around 9:00 she led me to the family room and said she wanted to recreate the night I watched her and Tom. I wasn't sure at first, thinking it would be too hard emotionally for her but she assured me she wanted to do it.

Debra slowly removed my clothes and left me standing naked and rock hard in the middle of the family room. She then performed the same strip tease for me, I was thinking back to that night over a year ago when I was wishing I was Tom, and here I was living that fantasy. Debra finished her strip tease and knelt down to take me in her mouth.

I loved the feeling of Debra's tongue on my cock, combined with the strip tease quickly brought me to orgasm. Debra swallowed everything I had to offer, as usual. I joined Debra on the floor and soon worked my way down to her sweet pussy. It was my experience with Debra that gave me my love of eating pussy. I worked on her beautiful cunt until she let out an animalistic growl. I was rewarded with a larger than usual amount of her sweet nectar.

We lay on the floor for several minutes, kissing and fondling. Soon my cock was ready again and Debra rolled me onto my back and straddled me. Debra was on the pill so we never bothered with a condom. She lowered herself onto my hard cock and ground her hips to stimulate her clit. After several minutes Debra's cunt was clenching my cock tight as another orgasm ripped through her body.

Debra collapsed on my chest and whispered softly in my ear, "Now it's time for you to fuck me in the ass." I was thrilled with the prospect and we quickly moved into position. The feeling of enter Debra's tight ass was on surpassed by the sensation I felt when I entered her pussy for the first time. Soon I was pounding my sister up the ass as hard as I could. I was very excited and came after only several minutes. Debra was rubbing her clit as I fucked her ass and came with me. It was the perfect way to end the summer.

We had sex a few more times over the next two weeks. When Debra left for University the first week in September we knew the affair was over. We both got what we needed, I satisfied my obsession and Debra knew that she could love again. Parting was difficult but that summer brought us closer than I ever thought possible. We have not had sex with each other since that summer but are closer than ever. I'm now happily married and my sister is now engaged. I have no doubt that if we never shared our love that summer neither of us would have been able to enter the healthy relationships we are in today.

Author's note:

I hope you enjoy the story. I found this story a lot hard to write that the usual fiction I contribute. I would appreciate any comments you have. Thank-you.



A Sister's Love



The fire engine came hurtling around the corner, bells clanging, horn blaring heading straight for him. It didn't seem to matter where he moved, it couldn't miss him. Then it was too late....

Sitting bolt upright Mike reached out and switched off the alarm clock. Sweat beading on his brow, his breathing erratic, 'Christ' he thought, 'same bloody nightmare, different bloody hangover'

He rubbed his face and then got out of bed, dropping his clothes on the floor as he made his way to the bathroom. He switched on the shower and stepped in letting the cold water run over his head before it warmed up. He soaped himself, letting his mind wander over what he could remember of the previous night, even as he sobered up he couldn't remember any more. What had he done? Did he insult anyone? He wasn't sick, or he didn't think he was. 'God I just cant remember much after Bill Brannon bought me that pint.'

He dried himself and got dressed then headed for the kitchen. "Morning." Mel said smiling, "No you didn't throw up, yes you did wake me and no you didn't swear. Well not much anyway"

Mike looked through slitted eye's, she was dressed in her nighty and dressing gown as usual, looking more than her 25 years. "Oh, ok, I'm sorry Mel." Mike said.

"You cant keep doing this Mike." Mel said softly, "Your going to hurt yourself. Do you remember anything?"

"Do I ever?" he asked, "Did I make my own way to bed?" he looked at Mel, the answer was clear on her face, once again she had got him to bed.

He felt a bit guilty, Mel was his youngest sister, she had been on her own with the two kid's for the last three years, so the last thing she needed was him coming into her home drunk night after night. That's what her husband used to do to her. "I'm sorry Mel" he said, "I don't mean to...."

"Forget it Mike" she said, "I know your finding it hard right now, but you should try and drink a little less, ok?"

She knew he wouldn't, and probably couldn't right now. Since Cindy left him he couldn't get a grip on anything, even his job, which had been his life and the cause of his marriage break up, gave him no pleasure anymore.

He grabbed a piece of toast, "I'm off then" he said, "see you later."

"Bye!" she said. 

She watched him leave, wondering if he would ever return to the loving caring fun person he used to be. He had always been there for her. Even though he was eighteen years older than her he still looked after her like she was his baby sister. 'Well' she thought, 'he changed my nappies and even fed me, he was always more of a parent than our real parent's were.'

All through her life Mike had been her only real support, whenever she broke up with a boyfriend he would be there offering his shoulder. When Mike found out that John, her husband, had been beating her and the kid's up he beat hell out of him and threw him out of the house. She went wild after that, bedding any man that she met. Mike said that she had become a whore, except she did it for nothing. He cleaned her up and now she was repaying him. She would be the strong one for as long as he needed her.

'Mind you' she thought, as she walked into his room 'He's gonna have to stop throwing his washing everywhere.' It was one of the few thing's that annoyed her. She always done her washing over night so that it was ready for the drier in the morning, now she was washing twice a day. But over all she was glad of the company, even if he was drunk most of the time. After two month's she was used to having him around. 

It wasn't till he arrived that she realised just how lonely she had been these last few years. After Mike had sorted her out she had stayed away from men, she knew that being a single woman with kid's made her a prime target, especially for those men who just wanted to fuck her and leave her, she'd been through that once and now she didn't trust any of them. Not that she hadn't been tempted because she had, not that she didn't sometimes need sex because she did, but so far she had managed without any male interference and that's how she intended to keep it, they were just too much trouble. But it would have been nice now and again just to cuddle up in bed with someone.

Travelling on the bus had to be one of the most boring way's to travel, Mike thought, nobody ever spoke or even acknowledged you, he had used this same route for eight years, met the same people day after day and they never done more than nod there head. Mike's problem these day's was that it gave him too much time to think, too much time to hate and too much time to admit that Cindy would never come back, would never be his again. How could he suffer the pain day after day, why did he go on. He smiled to himself, the answer, he knew, was simple. 'Because that's what you do, you go on.'

Once Mel had taken the kid's to school and done her house work she had the day to herself, she made some coffee and sat on the patio taking in the spring sunshine while it lasted. 

"Cooeee." It was Linda from next door. Linda was in her fifties, she was a nice lady but seemed to want to smother Mel with motherly affection, probably because she only had a son, Lee, and she only saw once a week if she was lucky. That was her only company since her husband died last year. "Thought I could smell coffee." she said.

Mel gave her a smile, "Would you like some?" she asked

"Oh please. I haven't stopped this morning."

"Why, what have you been up to then, not that Eric is it?" Eric was a local widower who had taken a fancy to Linda, he kept ringing her up or sending her flower's.

"No, silly girl." she said, with a flush, "It's Lee's birthday next week and his wife has arranged to take the kid's to Portugal for a few week's, she fly's out tomorrow and wont be back till after Lee's birthday, for a rest she say's but I think they may be having problem's. You've met Lee haven't you, cause you have, well his wife is one of those women who goes off on long trips to sulk, thank god really co's I couldn't put up with her. How are Ben and Becky"

The sudden halt in the torrent of word's caught Mel by surprise, "Uh...uh I'm fine, they're fine....yes were all fine. So your having a party then?"

"Oh yes, well I thought I should let you know, and I rather thought you would like to come as well, cheeky really because I was hoping you might give me a hand to get it all ready, if you could that is I know your busy, what with the children and your brother and everything."

"Of course I will, and yes I would love to come it's been ages since I've been to a party."

"Oh good, well Lee will be here tomorrow, maybe we should get together and see what he would like, I mean I'm a bit old for arranging parties really but you are about the same age aren't you so you should know what he would like. That's sorted then see you tomorrow evening about eight." and with that she flew out almost as fast as she flew in, coffee untouched.

Mel smiled, she sometimes wondered how the woman ever got anything done, she just never stopped talking, or even stopped come to that, she was always going here or there, and usually at the speed of sound.

As usual Mike rushed home after work, gulped down his meal, changed and went round the corner to the pub. Mel often thought that if the pub was further away he would get lost on his way home, or maybe he just wouldn't go so often. But really deep down she doubted it would make any difference.

Mel settled the kids to bed and then changed into her night clothes and sat in front of the TV as usual, this had been her routine before Mike arrived and there wasn't really any reason to change it, the only difference was he would come home steaming drunk and collapse on his bed, or the settee if he couldn't make the bedroom. Invariably she would be asleep in front of the TV when he arrived home, she found it difficult to go to bed until she knew he was safe, silly really.

The rattling of key's on the door woke her, she knew it was Mike fumbling for the right key, he hadn't got it right yet so why did he bother. She opened the door and Mike collapsed into her arm's. He was soaked. It was pouring with rain outside and the wind was making it seem even worse. She led Mike to the settee and lay him down, going back to close the door, by which time she too was wet.

'Well you cant go to bed in those clothes you'll catch your death' she said to herself. She shook him and tried to wake him up but nothing stirred, she didn't think it would, once he was asleep nothing would wake him, she had tried many time's before when he first moved in. There was nothing else to do but undress him herself, she undid the button's on his shirt and with a tug managed to got one arm out, she decided that the best way would be one side at a time so she undid his belt and zipper and moving to the end of the settee pulled at the legs until they slipped off. Suddenly she got a little embarrassed, undressing her brother seemed to be wrong somehow. 'Don't be stupid' she said to herself, 'he cant go to bed like that.' She dropped the trousers on the floor and managed to turn him onto his face so that she could remove his other arm from the shirt. Now dressed only in his boxer's she managed to pull him to his feet, staring straight ahead she led him to his room and dropped him on his bed, pulling his feet up and throwing the cover over him she close the door.

She sat on the settee for a moment to catch her breath, she couldn't help but think about the last time she had seen a man naked. And then she remembered that he wasn't there when she woke up the following morning, and neither was her money. She grabbed up the clothes and put them in the washer with the other bit's. 'well at least I only have one wash to do now' she thought, 'that makes life a bit easier.'

She went to bed and put Mike's nakedness out of her mind. She had a troubled sleep, which was unusual for Mel but she put it down to the humid weather rather than the pulsing feeling between her legs.

Mike woke up the following morning, hit by the same old fire engine as usual. He was surprised to find himself undressed. 'Oh shit' he thought, 'I must have puked up, I hope it was outside, Mel will kill me otherwise.' He showered as usual and slowly made his way to the kitchen.

"Morning Mike." Mel said, "Sleep well?"

"Err....yes....but" he stammered, "My clothes....did I...."

"No Mike, you didn't puke, you didn't swear but you were soaking wet from the rain so I had to undress you, don't worry I didn't look." she said, and wondered why the hell she added the last bit. "The clothes are washed and in the drier so don't worry it's made life a little easier for me. Coffee?"

"Yes please." Mike said quietly, "Sorry Mel."

"Mike please stop saying sorry ok. I know you have problems right now and like I said it did make life a little easier for me co's I only have the one wash today not two."

Mike gulped his coffee, grabbed his toast and made a quick exit. Mel believed he did that everyday so he didn't have to face her, too embarrassed Mel supposed.

She had a strange day. No matter how much she tried she couldn't get the thought or feel of naked male flesh out of her head. 'God it's been ages since I did it, maybe I better fuck the bloody milkman or something.'

Just as she was leaving to collect the kid's from school, "Cooeee, don't forget tonight, eight sharp on the patio so you can watch the kid's ok?"

Mel smiled, "Yes don't worry I haven't forgotten." she lied.

Mike got home at his usual time and as usual rushed straight off down the pub. Mel got Ben and Becky ready for bed and then let them play in the garden which was clearly visible from Linda's patio. When she got to Linda's Lee was already there. She had met him before, he was a couple of years older than Mel, well off and a bit of a smoothy, without being sycophantic about it. Mel always got the feeling that being faithful to his wife would be very difficult for him to do, but he had never made a pass at her so she didn't really know.

"There we are my dear, Vodka and lemon." Linda said putting the drink in front of Mel. Mel didn't drink vodka and lemon, in fact Mel didn't drink anything anymore, but she knew that Linda would insist so she accepted the drink with no intention of drinking it. "So what do you think then Mel, what should we do for his thirtieth birthday party?"

"Mum please!" Lee said, "Don't tell everyone."

"Don't worry Lee" Mel said, "Your secret is safe with me."

That seemed to break the ice and the next couple of hour's they discussed music and food and load's of other subject's, in fact Linda was quite left out of it. "Damn." Mel said, suddenly, "I have to put the kid's to bed, it's late."

"Ok" Linda said, "You put them to bed and I will get you another drink." and off she went.

It was only then that Mel realised that she had actually been drinking, her glass was empty, but she didn't know how many she had drunk, only that she felt a little heady. She put the kid's to bed and splashed water on her face, then she went back to Linda's, her drink was waiting for her, as was Lee. She took her seat and sipped at her drink. 

A while later Linda came out and said, "Well you two seem to know what your doing so I am off to bed, you can tell me all the details tomorrow Mel ok, g'night." and she disappeared before Mel could say anything.

"She really doe's annoy me when she doe's that" Lee said, "It's so embarrassing at time's don't you think?"

Mel smiled, "Well yes," she said, "she doe's seem to do it rather a lot, suddenly disappear I mean."

"She's always done it." Lee said, "I remember sometimes my dad would be having a conversation with her and all of sudden she wasn't there, poor dad wouldn't know she had gone and ended up talking to himself for ages."

They both laughed at the picture. Lee was a good conversationalist, and Mel felt comfortable with him, it had been so long since she had really talked to anybody on a subject other than children that time just flew by. Lee had brought the vodka bottle to the table and just kept filling Mel's glass. 

After a while she started to feel a little dizzy. "I think I better go home." she said, "It's been a long time since I had a drink, I think I might have overdone it slightly."

"Oh do you have to go so soon" Lee said, anxiously, "It's only half twelve."

"Yes I think I should, I have to be up for the kid's in the morning, I have really enjoyed myself though, really."

"Well if you must, but I insist on walking you to your door."

Mel laughed, "But it's only next door, silly."

"A gentleman , madam, never allows a lady to walk home on her own, I insist."

"In that case, I thank you kind sir." she said, and looped her arm through his, which was just as well because she wasn't that sure she could make even that short a distance without support.

They walked through the adjoining gate and stopped outside Mel's back door, she turned to thank him, but caught the look in his eye, she froze as his head lowered, his lips closing on hers, she pursed her lip's, she could feel him close, hear his breathing, her own breathing was coming in short gasp's, her mind was screaming, but screaming what? His lips brushed hers, he drew her to him, she responded, kissing him in return, her body urging her on, wanting more, needing more. "No!" she cried, pushing him gently back, "No, I cant."

"I'm sorry," he said, "I didn't mean that to happen. Forgive me."

"Don't be silly" Mel said, nervously, "There's nothing to forgive, I have to go, the kid's."

"Of course, you....you will be at the party wont you?"

"Of course I will, I'm not doing all that work and letting you have all the fun. I'll be there don't worry."

"Great, if I don't see you before I will see you then, ok, g'night"

"G'night Lee, sleep tight" 

" I doubt that." he said, as he walked away.

Mel stepped into her kitchen and leaned with her back to the door, 'Christ that was close.' she thought, 'what the fuck were you trying to do.'

She took a deep breath which only made her head spin even more, 'Jeez, I'm half fuckin pissed.' She staggered around the kitchen making coffee and took it into the lounge, giggling now and then at the thought of what could have happened. She hadn't felt that wet for ages, she was still tingling even now.

As she flopped onto the settee she heard the rattle of key's at the door. She opened it before Mike woke the kids and as usual he fell into her arms.

"Fu'in woman, she'sh a fuk'n slag, di' everthin i did, gave her enthin she evr want" he slurred.

She managed to get him to his room and lay him on the bed, she stood looking at him asleep, peaceful, dressed. Her heart started pounding, 'Don't be stupid, it makes sense to wash them tonight' she thought and rapidly started to undress him. Much rougher than the previous night, but still he didn't wake up, first his shirt and then his trousers. She stood starting at him, heart pounding, breathing heavy. "Fuck!." she cried, "What the fuck am I thinking, that's bloody Lee's fault." she grabbed his clothes and ran from the room.

She threw the clothes in the washer adding her own to the wash, she dived naked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting it run cold she stood under the spray, gasping for breath, slowly getting herself under control. She dried off and made herself another cup of coffee. 'He was nice though.' she thought, 'nice kisser, good looking.'

"And fucking married." she said aloud. She turned the TV on and tried to wash Lee from her mind, an hour later, convinced that she was tired she went to bed.

Sleep would not come, no matter how many times she tossed and turned she stayed wide awake, every time she closed her eye's Lee was kissing her, and she was wet. "Bastard." she said quietly, "bastard, fucking bastard." as her hand slid over her body, one hand brushing her nipple and the other running over her belly, down between her leg's, her tightly closed legs. She pulled up her nightdress so that she could feel her warmth, so she could feel her breast's. The nightdress dropped to the floor as her hand found her clit, pulling her breast to her lip's she licked her erect nipple, with a tear in her eye she slowly masturbated her swollen bud, legs spread wide now, her head screaming at her, 'you don't need this' and her body screaming 'oh it feels good, it feels so good.'

Slowly she gave way to her need, it had been so long, she couldn't remember the last time, her body ached. Her finger was doing it's job, the hand's never forgot did they, how to please, 'ohhh, yes so much pleasure,' she thought 'hmmm. ahhh oh yes I need it I want it, ohh it's so good'. She could feel the swell of her orgasm growing, like a marble in her stomach, growing and growing, a tennis ball and still it grew, she was begging for it now, deep in her mind she screamed for release, a soccer ball now and still it was growing, it was huge it was coming it's coming 'ohhh yes at last.' Mel stuffed the pillow into her mouth, she knew she would wake the kid's, the feeling was too much, after so long it was so powerful it overtook her, swelling up from the pit of her stomach and out between her legs, her hand going like a piston was still too slow, she used both hands to keep up with it biting on the pillow, tears running a river down her face, a blinding light crashing through her head, and then peacefully floating over the land, high in the clouds, peace, perfect beautiful peace.

She woke with a start, switching the alarm off she realised she was still naked, 'Oh fuck, it wasn't a dream' she thought. She quickly got dressed and went about her morning chores, forcing herself to keep it from her mind. When Mike came out of his room she was too embarrassed to say anything.

"You ok Sis!" Mike said, "Did....."

"Just drink your coffee Mike and can we please stop this same old sorry crap every morning" she said angrily. Mike looked at her, shocked, it was the first time she had raised her voice at him since he moved in. "I'm sorry Mike, don't take it personal, I just had a bad night ok."




A Sister's Love



Taking his toast he pecked her on the cheek, "Ok Sis but if you need to talk you know where I am ok, see you later" and off he went to work.

Why did he do that, he hadn't done that for years, 'don't be stupid it was just a peck.' She busied herself as long as she could but she knew she would have to face up to what had happened sooner or later. She made herself a cup of coffee and sat in the garden. So! What had happened? She finger fucked herself, so what? it wasn't the first time, she laughed at herself, and if last night was anything to go by it certainly wouldn't be the last. But why after all this time, 'Stupid cow' she thought, "You aint kissed a man in all this time either, makes sense doesn't it.'

"Cooeee." 

That's all I need Mel thought, "Hi Linda, how's you?" she asked, hiding her annoyance.

"Well you two were getting on famously last night, I know Lee was in a good mood this morning, he said he will be back tonight to finish the arrangements for the party, so drink's at 8 ok dear gotta dash thing's to do bye."

"God that woman annoys me" Mel said, under her breath, "suppose I don't want to 'drink at 8,' But Mel knew she did, in fact the thought was already getting her excited, 'Stupid woman.' she thought, 'Anyone would think it was a date, a first date even, silly bitch"

She busied her self for the rest of the day, her mind kept going back to the kiss, would he try it again what would she do. 

'Oh forget it he's married,'

'Yeah but he's not happy is he?'

'No but he is still married, I don't want to wreck that do I?'

'What, with a silly kiss, that wouldn't wreck a strong marriage would it, not a little kiss'

Her mind was like that for the rest of the day, a continual niggling argument with herself, while she sorted out her clothes, while she showered, right up until she went out of her gate to Linda's patio, right till the moment she saw Lee's huge smile.

"I wasn't sure you would come." he said quietly.

"Why not," she said sharply, "We have a party to sort out don't we?"

"Yes of course we do."

Linda came out with a tray of drink's, vodka again for Mel, "You look stunning my dear," Linda said, "don't you think Lee, really nice."

Mel flushed a little, not used to compliment's on her dress sense, but then she did dress rather mumsy most, well, all the time really, "Thank you," she said, "Just one of my old dresses, I wasn't sure it would still fit." She knew that it fitted perfectly, a short summer cotton dress, cool yet pretty.

Linda started going over the conversation from the previous night, taking note's this time. Mel and Lee added bit's here and there but mostly just looked at each other, or away from each other in embarrassment.

After an hour Mel said, "I better put the kid's to bed, wont be a minute." She got up and called the kid's, taking them up to there rooms and giving them the usual goodnight kiss.

She came down stairs and as she entered the kitchen Lee was waiting for her. She gasped, "You made me jump." she said

"Sorry, mum wanted to know if you have any lemon for the vodka," he said, "or something else to mix with it."

She moved towards the fridge, "Yes I keep some lemon for the kid's." she brushed passed him, his hand moved to her waist, she stopped and turned.

Suddenly there was an explosion of passion, passionate kisses, passionate hand's and passionate breathing.

"Cooeee, did you find any"

They sprang apart, stifling their laughter and quickly straightening themselves up they went back round Linda's. For the next hour they did there best to talk party,. But a little innuendo here and double entendre there said a whole lot more of what the underlying feeling was.

Mel couldn't believe what had happened in the kitchen, she just lost it at his touch, the feeling's that washed over her were just enormously strong, and even now she knew she was going to fuck him, her pussy was throbbing like a fucking piston pumping out her juices, her pant's were soaked, she even thought that she could smell her own musky odour she was so high.

Eventually Linda said, "Well I think that's it, I'm off to bed, don't keep Mel up too late Lee she has to get the kid's up in the morning, g'night" and off she went.

Mel sat opposite Lee, they just looked at each other for a few moment's. "Can I get you another drink?" Lee asked quietly.

"No." Mel said, "You can follow me home and fuck me." She stood up and almost ran home, Lee was close behind her, as she closed her back door his arms enveloped her, kissing passionately it took two seconds to drop his trousers and one second to drop her pants, he lifted her onto the kitchen table and rammed into her eager wet pussy, amongst cries of passion and some of pain, it took him five second's to fill her pussy with his juice.

She was devastated, not even close, she felt like she had been used, the same humiliation she used to feel with John, she felt her anger starting to rise, but she knew she had to stay calm, maybe next time, maybe he would make it next time. "I....I think that was Ben, quickly you better go in case he comes down." she lied. She joined in his laughter as he tripped over his trousers and kissed him at the door, closing it behind him. She walked slowly into the lounge, fell on the settee and cried like a baby.

Shortly after, she heard the rattle of key's on the front door, wiping her eye's she went to the door, took a deep breath and opened it. Mike was scrambling about on all four's trying to pick his key's up off the floor. She grabbed his arm and in her anger, half carried half dragged him to his room. She pulled him onto his bed and started to undress him, it wasn't until she saw the bulge in his boxers that she fully realised what she had done. She was mesmerised by the bulge, it was twitching, pulsing, erect, he lay there, still, asleep, totally unaware of her presence, she sat on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath, eye's fixed on his erection, hand creeping forward, just to see it, just to look at it.

'It would be so easy' she thought, 'so easy.'

"God!" she said, "How desperate can I get." She jumped up and ran from the room, grabbing his clothes as she went. She knew she was in for a bad night, she knew that she would need to relieve herself again, she felt ashamed, she had been without any form of sex for a long time, it had occasionally entered her head but she had been able to pass it off, now she just seemed so desperate.

She had a bad night, a seriously bad night, even her self ministration's didn't help, she felt like she had been awake all night but she knew she had at least dozed for a while. She got up when the alarm went and prepared breakfast, she made small talk with Mike who seemed totally unaffected by his constant dinking. She took the kid's to school and sat in her kitchen drinking coffee, still restless.

The doorbell rang making her jump, she opened the door to find the mail order delivery guy, bare chested and wearing short's, holding a package for her. He was a regular visitor as she bought the kid's clothes from the catalogue. "Morning misses, how's you then, lovely day innit." he said with a smile.

Putting on a false smile she said, "Morning Brian. Yes it's been quite nice, I see your dressed for the heat it must get quite hot in that van all day." Too late she realised that she was looking at his crotch. Embarrassed she took the parcel and dropped it behind her as he passed her the form to sign.

"Yes!" he said, in his usual tone, "They tried to stop us wearing short's but we had a go at them so they said it was ok. You can get really sweaty in this weather."

Mel had become flustered. A picture of his semi naked, sweating body in the back of a van kept flashing into her head. "Thanks Brian," she said, handing back the paper, "See yah." and she shut the door, leaning against it breathing deeply. 'I gotta do something about this' she thought. She went up to her bedroom and started looking through her drawers. Half way through the second set she found it, at first she wouldn't touch it, just looked, then slowly she reached her hand out and took hold of an old friend, she twisted the bottom, silence. "Fuck!" she shouted, "Shit fuck bastard."

"Cooeee."

'Oh fuckin wonderful.' she thought, 'just what I fucking needed.' She thrust the vibrator under her pillow, "Coming." she shouted, calmly.

Linda was standing at the back door. "I've put the kettle on love," she said "how are you today, Lee said he will be away for a couple of day's and to call him if we need any help with the party. You alright Mel. You look a little flushed?"

"No, I'm fine." she replied, "Spring cleaning, that's all." Mel made the coffee while Linda waffled on about the arrangements for the party.

' Couple of day's.' Mel thought, 'couple of fuckin days, what the fuck am I supposed to do now.' Her mind wandered off into the frustration's of a man less life.

"Mel....Mel...."

Mel blinked back to reality, Linda's coffee was almost gone.

"Sorry Linda I was mile's away."

"So can I leave that with you then?"

"Leave what?"

"The music and the cake's silly" Linda said with a laugh

"Oh....oh yes no problem, I should be able to manage that ok."

Linda finished her coffee and said, "Well I better be off, load's to do before the weekend. Bye" and off she went.

Mel ran upstairs pulling the vibe from under her pillow, she rattled it and banged it, but it was dead. She opened the bottom and tipped the batteries out, they were all rusted up. 'Down the shop's then' she thought and grabbing her key's she drove to her local shop, bought some batteries and dashed back home, locking all door's. She was back in her bedroom in less than ten minutes. She put the batteries in and switched it on, nothing, she banged it against her palm, it stirred, slowly at first then picking up till it reached top speed. She closed her eye's and held it against her cheek, slowly moving it over her breast's and down toward her wet pulsing pussy. Before she got there she switched it off. 'No,' she thought, 'I'm going to enjoy this.'

She went to the bathroom and turned the bath tap's on, putting the vibe on the sink she slowly stripped off her clothes, once the bath was full she slipped into it, steaming hot. The vibe was in front of her but out of immediate reach, she looked at it longingly as she soaped her body, letting her finger's point the way to her eager hole.

By the time she got out she was shaking with anticipation, using all her will power she dried herself slowly, then, naked and with the vibrator in her hand she lay on her bed, leg's spread wide, feeling the cool air brushing her quim.

She switched the vibe on, running it over her cheek's to her breast's, her other hand snaking down between her leg's. The vibe went from one side to the other, brushing each erect nipple in turn, Mel had a huge smile of anticipation on her face, she was eager, she needed it now. She moved the vibe down to her sodden pussy lip's, brushed them, twitching at the sensation's that ran through her, then she slowly pushed it in, "Arrrggghhh." she sighed as it went in, she pulled it out slightly and then back in, all the way, her free hand played with her nipples, her knee's came up and the vibe went in even deeper, brushing her erect throbbing bud. She could feel it rising, she laughed, "Come on babe, come and get me take me." she mumbled as she stroked her clit.  

The rising feeling of orgasm got stronger and she became even more eager, even impatient, using both hand's she started thrusting the vibe in harder and faster, a picture of Lee fucking her on the kitchen table, thrusting and banging into her, "Oh yes babe, do it give me it babe make me come oh yes oh yes." and her orgasm hit her like a steam train, still she thrust the vibe in deeper and deeper harder and harder, "Fuck me you bastard fuck me hard." Lee was fucking her, she could feel him ramming into her, he done it right this time, "yes oh yes babe oh yes...."

Suddenly at the very apex of her orgasm the picture blurred, "no don't go babe, come back oh yes come and do it babe." the point of no return was upon her, eye's tight shut, ramming the vibe in as far as it would go, a lecherous smile on her lip's, the picture started to clear, "Oh yes babe fuck me, fuck me hard." the face became clear "Oh yes you got me babe." the face became, Mike, "Oh fuck.... No....not...." but she couldn't stop, her momentum kept the vibe ramming into her eager wet throbbing pussy, the orgasm and the need were in control.

"Nooooooooooo." she cried, curling up into a ball, the vibe still working, "No no nooo" the orgasm still sending her body into spasm, "noooo" as she cried into the pillow, flood's of tears and racking cries replacing the racking orgasm. "no no no" she couldn't stop saying it, she couldn't stop crying. But worst of all she couldn't stop her aching body from wanting more.

She didn't know how long she lay there, but she knew she had to move, it would soon be time to pick the kid's up, it would soon be time to get on with her life, if that was possible. She went downstairs and was surprised to see that it was only two o'clock, an hour to go before school closes. She splashed water in her face and took a cup of coffee out into the garden, just walking around looking at the flower's, letting the warm breeze waft over her, trying to get some calm back into her life.

She couldn't pick her spirit's up all evening, the kid's came home, played, had dinner and went to bed, Mike came home had dinner and went to the pub. She was left alone with her thought's and her longing's, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on with her head. She showered and got ready for bed as usual and then she rummaged around in the kitchen and found a half drunk bottle of Bacardi, she mixed it with what was left of the kid's coke and poured herself a tall glass, lounging on the settee letting her mind roam free, trying to untangle the last few day's without the interference of a judgemental attitude.

It didn't work, no matter how much she drank she couldn't escape the fact that Mike was her brother, so why couldn't she get him out of her sexual thought's, why did his image sneak into her mind at that critical moment. Because he was the only man in her whole life who had ever treated her with respect and kindness? The only one who ever cared about her? The only one who, she felt, had ever loved her, or shown her love? Which was it? 'Oh fuck, this is all too fuckin heavy for me' she thought and poured the last of the Bacardi into the glass.

Mike managed to get the door open for once, but fell flat on his face as it swung open. The noise made Mel jump as she woke up and saw him face down, the door wide open. She closed the door and looked at him, afraid. Eventually she plucked up the courage to drag him to his room, determined not to undress him. She lay him on the bed and left him there, returning to the remains of her drink. She went up to bed but she knew she wouldn't sleep, she knew that her body would need help to relax enough to sleep, but no matter what she did she couldn't get Mike out of her head.

Her body was aching, but it wouldn't respond to her stimuli, she curled up and shut her eye's tightly, determined to stay in her room, determined not to go downstairs to his room. Finally, totally exhausted, she fell into a restless sleep.

When she woke she was angry with everyone, she barked at the kid's and positively growled at Mike, who beat a quick escape to work. Realising that she was taking thing's out on Becky and Ben she made sure she said nice word's and gave them a kiss before letting them into school. 'I can't do that' she thought, 'it's not there fault poor thing's.' She determined to keep herself busy and her mind off sex and Lee. She had loads of baking to do for the party and threw herself into it, keeping herself busy but also, she hoped, making herself tired. By the end of the afternoon she had made enough cake's and biscuit's to feed an army.

The evening went as usual and once Mike had gone out and the kid's were in bed she started looking through her music collection. 

Mel had a large collection of music, John had been a DJ when he was young and had left his collection when he got thrown out. Mel's problem was most of them had memories attached. Some from John's gig's and other's more personal. She became melancholy, even depressed. 'Fuck this' she thought.

She dived next door and knocked on the window. Linda came out dressed for bed, "Hello dear, nothing wrong is there" she said

"No Linda" Mel said with a smile, "I just need to dash to the shop, you couldn't sit the kid's for a minute could you?"

"Of course dear" Linda said, "No problem."

Mel dashed back and grabbed her car key's. Ten minute's later she was back. "Thanks Linda, sorry it was so late"

"Anytime dear you know that, g'night" and she left. 

Mel had her shower and got ready for bed, when she came downstairs she opened the bag and pulled out a large bottle of vodka and a bottle of lemon, pouring herself a large glass she drank half of it and then sat on the settee with the TV on, not watching it, just for the noise.

By the time Mike rattled at the door an hour later, half the bottle had gone. Mel staggered to the door as it opened and Mike fell in, catching him before he fell she held him against the wall as she pushed the door closed. He half fell and half staggered to the settee where he lay down, feet on the floor and fell instantly asleep.

"Fuggin pith head" Mel slurred, staggering about the settee pulling at his clothes. She managed to get him undressed and then lifted him by the arm, she staggered with him to his room and as they approached the bed he fell, she managed to get him to the bed, his back hitting the mattress but his feet staying on the floored pulling her on top of him.

"Fuggin prick." she slurred falling between his legs. As she tried to get up she realised that her face was resting against his crotch, slowly she turned her face to gaze at the bulge in his pant's, throbbing and twitching, only an inch from her mouth.

"Oh fuck!" she moaned, she could smell him, she couldn't move away, she tried but every time she went to stand up the bulge would twitch, she was getting wet and the voice in her head was screaming 'No, no, no' constantly fighting the urge's that were rising in her, constantly fighting the need she had.

She closed her eye's and took a deep breath, slowly she lowered her head resting her cheek on his erection, she could feel the movement on her face, feel his strength and his manhood. Lost in the heady perfume of her own desires she slowly lift her hand to her face then moved her head so that she could see his erection, she lowered her hand, resting it on his hardness. She closed her eye's and built a picture of Lee, it was Lee's erection that she ran her hand's over, it was Lee who was breathing in rhythmic sleep, it was Lee's erection that she gripped in her hand and rubbed gently, breathing in the odour of his sexual arousal. He was firm, not too long but thick and sturdy.

She opened her eye's " Oh shit!" she said, "What the fuck am I doing." Even as she said it she couldn't stop. With a huge effort she willed her hand to let it go, she stood up and ran from the room in tears leaving her brother half on and half off the bed throwing herself on the settee. 

After a while she grabbed her drink and finished it, "It was the drink," she said, "That's what it was, the drink." she said that to herself all the way up stairs and as she got into bed. She said it as her hand's ran over her body and as she again brought herself to orgasm with the vibrator, she said it as she reached her climax and the picture of his erection burned into her. She dreamt it as she tried to sleep, and she was still dreaming it when she woke.




A Sister's Love



She said nothing during breakfast, waiting for him to say something, he had to know, why didn't he say something.

"Oh sis" he said, as he headed for the door "You have that party tonight so I wont be home for dinner, I'll grab something at the pub ok? Have fun, bye."

'Was that it?' she thought, 'He didn't even fuckin know.'

"I could have fucking shagged you and you wouldn't fuckin know" she shouted, and then remembered the kid's were still eating. "Sorry kid's just mummy having another of those day's." They smiled and carried on eating there corn flakes.

By 3pm all the cake's and music were round Linda's, Becky and Ben were with her parent's for the weekend and Mel was still in turmoil over the previous night. She knew she had to put it out of her mind so she thought of all the thing's she was going to do to Lee to release her frustration.

By half past seven that evening she was dressed, ready and hot. She had found another of her not so new dresses, this one was what she once called her pick-me-up dress, it was designed to advertise her ware's and as she used to put it, 'if you wannit come and get it.' While her attitude's had changed the dress was still the same and it made her feel really horny wearing it again after so long, and extremely pleased that it still fit.

She had got some drink's in for later when she brought Lee back for the shag of his life and set them out on the table, then she made her way next door. She was surprised how excited she was, it had been a long time since she went anywhere let alone had a date and here she had both right next door. This was going to be a great night.

As she walked in Linda gave her a big hug, "Oh you done so much work," she said, walking her to the bar, "the cake's are lovely and Lee has been stuck in that corner since he arrived looking at the cd's you brought round, it's going to be a wonderful party so have a lot of fun, vodka and lemon there we are."

Mel smile and took the drink, she took a mouthful as she walked over to Lee. "What do you think?" she asked.

Lee looked at her, "Stunning." he said, "You look wonderful."

"Not me silly" she said with a laugh, "the music."

"Oh yeah! Sorry" he said laughing, "You got some great stuff here, it will do us for the whole night no problem."

With over forty guest's at the party Lee was kept pretty busy, but Mel was more than able to let him know her plan's. Every time they got a moment together she would run her hand's over him, leg's back bum erection, just so that he knew what was in store and he reciprocated. Mel went round chatting, had some dances and a lot to drink.

By midnight Linda had gone to bed and was sleeping soundly when Mel went up to check on her. By one in the morning some of the guest's started to leave and by two, Mel and Lee were in a corner of the garden. She had his zip undone and his erection deep in her mouth. "Oh Mel" he moaned, "Oh god, you got a mouth like a hoover." his hand was on her head and he was thrusting deeper down her throat, not quite how she had imagined, she was supposed to be in charge not him, but near enough, at least she had started her plan.

She could taste his precum and knew he was close, she withdrew him from her mouth and stood up as he complained, "Oh babe so close, so close." 

His hand's went under her dress and gripped the top of her panties, without any resistance he pulled them to the floor. "Oh yes!" she said, "Eat me, lick me make me come."

But that wasn't his intention, he pinned her to a tree, she could feel his throbbing erection brushing against her throbbing moist pussy lips. Half wanting him to do it and half not she leaned against him, giving him no help. "Someone's coming" she said urgently.

"Lee! Lee! You out here, it's the phone" a voice called.

"Fuck!" Lee said angrily, "Wait here, I'll be right back keep it wet for me."

Mel was a little shocked, not that he left but by the tone in his voice, like she was his, like it was an order. She shook the feeling off and leaving her pant's where they fell she followed him to the house, waiting by the back door.

When Lee returned he said, "They've all gone, it's just you and me now." He took her face in his hands and kissed her passionately pressing her to the wall, lifting her off her feet to his level, she threw her arm's round his neck and her legs round his waist. She could feel his hand's undoing his zip and then she felt his erection throbbing at the entrance to her pulsing quim. 'Oh yes' she thought, 'this first and then we can play all night, all night'

She felt him slide in, her eye's closed, enjoying every little sensation, 'This is what she wanted, Lee to fuck her and fuck her hard not anyone else' she thought to herself. As he started to push in and out she could feel all the pent up frustration rising in her stomach, she new it was going to be strong, with each thrust he brought her closer, brought relief nearer, he was going faster now, he knew what she wanted and was going to give it to her he was going to please her this time, she knew it, she just knew it, oh yes soon now, very soon.

And then with a slight moan and a shudder it was over, he had spat his juice into her, he had again left her without anything, wanting to scream and close to tears, 'but the night is young' she thought, ' we have all night'

Lee straightened himself up and took Mel by the hand, "God your good babe," he said heading for her house, "It's never felt like that before."

Mel opened the back door with shaking hand's, partly through frustration and partly through anticipation. She stepped in and turned round, Lee stayed outside, "Come in then." she said.

"I cant babe, sorry," he said, "that was Lena on the phone, my wife, she's back from Portugal already, a birthday surprise apparently, she is on her way back to my place I have to go"

"You fucking bastard," Mel screamed, "You knew that and yet you still...." 

"Well I didn't want to leave you high babe, I knew you hot for it."

"Well you did leave me high, and not for the first time you fucking prick." she shouted, out of control now, "Well fuck off back to your stupid wife I don't fucking need you, go on fuck off." and with that she slammed the back door in his face.

"I'll call you babe, ok" she heard him say as he walked away.

Her body was shaking with a mixture of anger and frustration, tears streaming down her face, pacing up and down, she poured herself a very large drink and downed it all, mumbling and muttering to herself.

She heard the rattle of key's at the door, "That's all I need, another drunken prick." she said heading for the door. Mike staggered through before she got there and fell into her arms, she managed to get the door closed and dragged him into his room, throwing him on the bed, "Don't you ever wake up fuck you?"

She angrily started to undress him, taking no care as to whether or not he woke up, mumbling profanities all the time and tearing his shirt in the process, she undid his zip and yanked at his trousers, pulling them and him towards the edge of the bed, another pull and his feet were on the floor and his trousers were in her hands, his short's at his ankle's, he was totally naked.

She stood staring at it, throbbing and large, seemingly enormous to her frustrated mind, she dropped his trousers and grabbed his leg's pulling him back onto the bed.. She had to leave, she knew that, but just a little touch, like last night, nothing more just a touch.

She moved to the bed and lay next to him, just a touch she kept saying, she curled her body to his and ran her hand over his chest, slowly downwards over his stomach to his throbbing erection, she gasped as she saw it in her hand, her pussy pulsing, her heart beat pounding with forbidden excitement. This was a whole lot different to last night, then should could only feel his strength, now she could see it, play with it, see his juices oozing from the swollen head. She pushed him flat on his back and moved down, just for a closer look. She took a deep breath, smelling the scent from his erection moving it closer so she could touch it to her cheek and feel it's warmth.

She looked closer and closer until she could taste him, lick him and slide him into her mouth, deep she took him and then out again, still he didn't wake. 'It's a waste' she thought, 'such a wonderful hard throbbing dick need's a warm inviting cunt to wrap around it.' Slowly, all the time mumbling to herself, she straddled him, taking him in her hand she slowly guided him to her waiting hole, her pulsing desperate frustrated cunt hole, and she dropped down slowly onto his throbbing pole. 

As she felt it go in she took a deep breath, surely he will wake, but no, still he slept, with every move she watched. He filled her up, a perfect fit. She knew he wouldn't wake, she could feel it, as she could feel the tears running down her face, but she couldn't stop now, she was close too close, she wanted to pound his manhood into her as hard as she could, but he mustn't wake, he mustn't.

She moved in a steady rhythm and slowly she felt the build up in her stomach, her face was soaked with tears but she looked like a lusting whore desperate for a fuck. It was coming, "Oh yes" she moaned quietly, "oh god yes." as it hit her she bit her tongue so as not to cry out, making the orgasm even harder to contain, the pain, almost unbearable and then she let go with a huge quiet sigh, "Aaaaaaaarrggghhhh." it went on and on forever, she smiled she cried she slowly fucked her brother to achieve her own satisfaction. 

"Forbidden or not your one hell of a fuck Mike" she said as her orgasm passed. Still shaking with the power of her orgasm she dismounted, took him into her mouth and cleaned her juices off his still erect manhood, "Jeez, I bet it would stay like that all night."

As much as she would have like to fuck him some more she didn't, with a huge smile on her face she went to bed and curled up with her hand's on her throbbing satisfied pussy and fell asleep.

"Oh fuck, oh my god," she said, as she woke up "what the fuck have I done?"

As she stepped out of bed she laughed, "You fucked your brother you dirty bitch."

"Yeah and he done a better job asleep than that fucking Lee did awake."

By the time breakfast was ready the only worry she had was 'Did Mike know anything'

By the time Mike went to pub she knew that not only did he not know, but that she was going to fuck him again, and again, and again. She made coffee and sat in the garden, she was in a great mood.

"Coooeee"

'So much for the mood' she thought. "Morning Linda, how's the clean up going?"

"Oh it wasn't too bad someone had done most of it." she said, "I don't suppose you have any idea whose these are do you, I know there not mine."

Mel turned to see Linda holding a skimpy pair of panties, "Oh!" she said, "I wondered where they went." and took them "Your Lee is a bit of a devil isn't he Linda, always joking and fooling around."

"You mean.... you....he...." she stammered

"Linda!" Mel screeched, "How could you, he's a married man, no he took them off the line and showed them round the party last night, I was so embarrassed." 

Linda burst out laughing, more with relief than anything else, "Yes he can be a bit embarrassing sometimes but I'm so glad you two got on, he quite like's you."

"Yes I know" Mel said, "he went home last night didn't he?"

"Yes he rang this morning, Lena came home early to surprise him, wasn't that nice."

"Yes, shame he couldn't finish what he started though, left all the cleaning for you didn't he."

"Yes well that's children for you. Right I'm off, catch you later."

For the next week Mel fucked her brother many time's, even daring to do it twice in one night. Although she was getting up tired in the morning's she would have a lay down in the afternoon, planning how her evening would go. Slowly over that week she changed, nothing major, just little thing's. Not wearing her dressing gown in the morning's for breakfast, getting the kid's up after Mike had gone to work. Even her day wear changed, now she dressed more like a woman and less like a mother. Just like any other woman trying to attract her man.

Friday morning and Mel heard the familiar call "Coooeee"

"Morning Linda, coffee's made."

"Oh no dear no time, Lee's coming round later for dinner, just to say thanks for the party, said he will drop in and see you about ten, gotta dash bye."

'Oh is he now?' Mel thought, and laughed at the hideous plan that had jumped into her head.

At ten o'clock Mel was sitting in the garden taking in the warm spring air, dressed in a summer button down dress with most of the buttons undone, no bra and no pant's. She was going to make him suffer as much as she could. She heard the gate open and Lee saw her sitting in the garden, he took the seat opposite her and immediately saw her naked pussy and her almost visible tit's.

"What do you want Lee?" she said.

"Er....er.... Well just to say sorry really."

"Sorry that you fucked me and ran?"

"Well yes, it wasn't very gallant but I had been drinking a lot."

All the time his eye's were roaming her body, trying hard to see her tit's, too hard

"Want to see it all Lee" she said undoing the rest of the buttons and letting the dress fall open, "Is that better for you."

"Well....you have a great body Mel, it would be a shame not to take advantage of the obvious attraction we have for each other don't you think."

Mel's hand's were slowly moving down, over her mound, a finger slipping into her wet pussy. "What attraction is that then Lee?"

"Well the other night and before, we were good weren't we, it was great for me and I know you wanted it as well."

Mel could see he was hard now, uncomfortable while restricted in his trousers. "You could have had me Lee, anytime you wanted, anything you wanted, cunt mouth arse anything, all I needed was to be fucked properly and I would have given you it all, whenever you wanted it. You failed miserably, now fuck off and don't ever come near my house again, go on fuck off." All this was said in a quiet even voice as her finger's continued to work on her swollen clit, if he stayed much longer he would see her orgasm, but he didn't, he got up and left. 

The fire engine was gone now. Replace by a more pleasant yet much more painful dream. Cindy was back, torturing him in his sleep and yet he grasped at the moment's with her, wanting them to last forever. He wasn't sure when it started, it had been a slow creeping up, a sneak attack. She was using him, using him for her own sexual pleasure, giving nothing yet taking it all, but he didn't care. Knowing that she wanted him was enough.

Cindy took him into her mouth, tasting him, wanting him. He knew what would follow and he was determined that he would be a part of it this time. As she mounted him he moved his hand's to her leg's, a matter of an inch but it was contact. He had always loved her being on top, he loved the motion of her breast's as she thrust down on him, her look of sheer lust drove him wild. He could feel his juices rising, he could see her orgasm etched on her face and then her screams ringing in his ears, then she was gone, replaced by the ring of his alarm clock.

Covered in sweat and breathing heavily he stopped the alarm. Looking at his erection he could swear that the sex was real, yet he was alone as he knew he would be.

Mike showered and went for breakfast. "Morning Mike." Mel said.

"Morning Mel, how's you,"

"Same as ever, did you sleep well?"

"The usual nightmare." He lied. Mike had noticed that Mel was getting more relaxed about her dress these day's, not that he minded her being in a nightdress but maybe she should cover up a bit more. 'Mind you' he thought, 'Even her day dress had changed, maybe she's met someone.' 

He grabbed his toast and headed for the door, "Catch you later" 

As Mike waited for the bus he let his mind wander over his dream. It had only happened a couple of time's, maybe three, but it all seemed so real. The first time he woke up and his dick was as sore as hell, he must have been rubbing it or something while he slept which made it all the more real. But why, why had it started now, he had to admit he was shocked the first time but over the last couple of night's he had realised that there was very little feeling involved, she never said anything in the dream, and really he thought that she was just having sex. But surely if it was his dream he should get some sort of satisfaction from it, or maybe he was just punishing himself. As he stepped on the bus he left his dream behind.

As Mike walked out the door, Mel breathed a sigh of relief. He had moved his hand, while she was fucking him he had moved his hand onto her leg. The movement was so unexpected that it had made her jump, but the hand had stopped there so she carried on, too near to her orgasm to stop and too sure that he wouldn't wake up. But what if he had? 'Nooo' she thought, 'he wouldn't wake up, I'm safe enough as long as he comes home drunk.'

Mike had a good day at work, the first time for ages that Jim, his boss had said he'd done a good job. "Getting back to your old self." Jim had said. That had made Mike feel good about himself, feeling that maybe he was getting over the worst of the split, maybe the dream was helping him more than he realised, helping to show Cindy for what she really was, a user.

He had a spring in his step all the way home, as he walked the last mile from the bus stop, jacket over his arm, taking in the sun he felt good. As he walked in through the door Ben came running up to him. "Uncle Mike uncle Mike," he shouted excitedly, "look what mum's bought, a huge swimming pool, will you swim with me uncle Mike, go on please."

"Ben leave your uncle alone," Mel said, "you know he always goes out in the evening." 

Mel had her bikini on and Mike couldn't help but look at his young sister through a man's eye's, 'She's a good looking woman' he thought, 'I do hope she has found someone.' 

"So where's this pool then Ben" he said, "Is it big enough for me to get in."

"Oh yes uncle." Becky said, "It's gynormous'

Mike went into the garden and found a that Mel had bought one of those blow up pool's, a big one, seven foot by five at least. "Well," he said, "It's big enough for me, give me a minute and I will race you in."

Mike got changed into his swimming short's and spent the next hour playing in the pool with the children. Mel sat on her lounger taking in the sun. She watched through slitted eye's with mixed feeling's. Was he going out tonight or would he stay in, would he forget the pub for once, if he did she knew that she would have to forgo her nightly sex with him. She was torn between her need's and his need to get back to his normal self. For the first time since Cindy had left, Mel didn't want the old Mike back, not yet, not now.

Mel didn't need to worry, Mike got dressed, ate his dinner and went off to the pub as usual. She put the kid's to bed and had her shower. Once she had decided that Mike was hers, so to speak, she went out and bought a load of new clothes, some day wear and some sexy night wear, just for him, to keep him happy. Tonight she was dressed in a nightdress, transparent and very short, no need to take it off when he fuck's her. Once she was ready she sat in front of the TV with her bottle of vodka, which had also become a regular thing, and waited for him to come home to her, wanting her.

Mike was getting quite good at finding the right key these day's, but once the door was open he just couldn't keep his feet and again Mel was there to catch him. The moment she heard the key she was on her feet, her stomach tightening and her pussy started to throb and dampen. She quickly got him into his room with much drunken giggling and stripped him off, as usual as soon as his head touched the pillow he was asleep, his erection pointing skyward. She couldn't understand why he always came home erect and to be honest she didn't really care as long as he was.




A Sister's Love



I can still remember the night I got the call. 

My sister was in town, she was crying on the phone because her fiancé had just left her for a woman he had met on some 'retreat'. After crying for several hours she said she was going to be staying some local hotel to which I told her no way. She would come and stay with her big brother.

Although only 27 and moderately paid my house is nice, I bought as a steal from a couple going through divorce who just wanted to get rid of their 'party' house and split the cash. The house has a bar with game room (they included the pool table, and I keep the bar stocked). There are three bedrooms, massive master bedroom bathroom... more than enough room for a bachelor, but great for parties.

Another fifteen minutes later my sister is at the door and collapsing in my arms in tears. She's very slight, 5'4 weighing 105 pounds at most, so I easily picked her up and carried her to one of my spare bedrooms.

I let her cry herself out on my shoulder and then I told her to get some sleep.

The next morning, in fact the next five days she barely said a word, just moped from the bedroom to the bathroom, eating what I gave her, and crying in privacy till she fell asleep. 

I let her, figuring she'd snap out of the depression herself, and sure enough day six she seemed more herself.

That evening's dinner she prepared along with some wine she chose from my bar. After the first bottle she continued having drinks until she was quite drunk.

She verbally abused her ex, describing horrid tortures she'd wish he'd suffer for over an hour before she noticed that wasn't paying that much attention.

"I'm sorry!" she said sounding overly apologetic. " I'm boring you, I'm such a stupid boring bitch!"

"No you are not, you are drunk, and angry, and you have every right to be." I said reasonable from the couch in the bar area.

"I drove him away by being such a self involved bitch." She said bitterly and angrily.

"I doubt it, he's just screwed up in the head."

"You think so? Maybe I wasn't pretty enough."

"Not likely." I responded with a snort of derision. Blonde, athletic and thin, impish face, blue eyes, B sized breasts and small round ass, what guy wouldn't find that pretty enough?

"Oh yeah? You think your little sister is hot?" She asked as she began a drunken stumbly sultry walk in my direction.

"You're my sister." I stated. " But other than that, any guy would be lucky to have you."

My sister got to the couch and collapsed against me, sliding her body along mine that forced my cock to respond instinctively. Of course my sister placed her hand against it to up right herself.

"I don't think it matters that I'm your sister." She said with a devilish grin as she began to stoke my hard-on through my pants.

"Don't do that!" I said as I pushed her hand off.

"Why not? You liked it." She stated.

"You are my sister." I said firmly, " Cum'mon, time for bed."

"Cum on what?" She asked coyly, " Got do more than that to make your little sister cum."

"That is not what I meant and you know it." I said now almost angry in frustration.

"Don't be mad at me." She said suddenly giving me puppy eyes. " I'll be good."

"I'm not mad, here put your arms around my neck so I can carry you upstairs to bed."

My sister put her arms around my neck and I lifted her up with no further protest. I carried her to her room and laid her in the bed. She almost immediately rolled over and fell asleep.

I walked to my own room, got ready for bed, and closed my eyes trying to get the image of my sister doing obscene things out of my head. Some how I finally managed to fall asleep.

I woke up feeling soft lips on my hard cock, in a semi-dark room. Not really thinking about whom it must be I simply ran my fingers through the girl's hair and as her tongue tease me I approached my orgasm. Sensing my urgency she slid till just the head of my cock was in her mouth. I shot my load into that welcoming mouth with a relief of a hundred orgasms. As I slowly came down from my high and the mouth continued to suck the last of my seed from my cock my mind began to wake up and with a start I realized what had happened. 

I threw back to sheets to see my sister's eyes staring up at me, her mouth smiling around my cock. With a final lick she released my cock from her mouth and crawled up to lay on my shoulder.

"You like it?" She asked.

Caught off guard by the innocence of the question I answered honestly, " Yes."

"Good, so did I." She said as she snuggled against me.

"But you are my sister." I said quietly.

"Shhhh.... We'll discuss it in the morning. I'm tired."

That seemed to be the end of the discussion for now. Despite the guilt and confusion swirling in my head, due to drowsy from being completely sated, I drifted back into sleep.

I woke that morning to another blowjob, this one I realized who it was immediately and I did nothing to stop it, I just looked down into my sister's eyes and enjoyed the sensations her mouth was providing me. 

Seeing me awake she rotated herself around so that she was straddling my face. Knowing it wasn't polite to receive and not give please I put my tongue to work on my sister's delicate flower.

I let my tongue glide along her outer lips, and then I slipped just the tip of my tongue into her flaps of love where I collected my first taste of her. She was sweet; my sister always ate a lot of fruit and the sugars showed in her taste. I let my tongue ever deeper into her, but slowly so that by the moment I reached her button she was trying to grind into my tongue.

When I let my tongue stroke her clit finally she came with scream muffled by my cock. I just let my tongue sit on her clit as her body shook on top of me.

As her vibrations subsided I began licking the length of her again, teasing her hole on the up stroke, and circling her clit on the down. Soon she was fucking my cock with her mouth at the same pace she was fucking my face with her vagina. 

As I felt my orgasm approaching I trapped her clit in my lips sucked once hard, and then began circling it with my tongue. As the cum shot out of my cock into her throat the sound vibrations I made with my orgasm traveled directly into her. She began frenzied bucking as she came into my mouth again.

She continued sucking me until I was dry as I continued licking her until I could find no more nectar.

She rolled off of me and curled again against my shoulder.

"You are better than I could have hoped." My sister whispered. " My best lover and we haven't even fucked."

"We can't keep doing this." I tried to reason.

"Why not?" My sister asked.

"Because its wrong, against the law..."

"True, we can't get married but who says we have to? And definitely we shouldn't tell anyone especially our family they'd freak. We can't have kids, but who wants them?"

"You have this all planned out?" I asked.

"Sort of," My sister said with a shrug. " When we were kids I used to pretend you were my husband. I even told mom I was going to marry you someday, that was when I was six, and mom said I couldn't that I'd find someone else..."

"You will, I will." I said.

"Perhaps, but I've been looking for close to 24 years, and you're still single and 27... I want a guy like you and until I find that guy who isn't you what can't I have you?"

I really didn't have an answer for that. My sister was the perfect sort of woman, she didn't need to be taken care of, didn't want to be taken care of, but would let herself be taken care from time to time. She was smart, funny, fun, and sexy as hell. I hadn't found any woman like that that was interested in me until now. Perhaps it was cruel joke that the woman I wanted happened to also be my sister.

"When we were in High school I even began getting myself in shape for what you really like." My sister said with a devilish smile.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I saw what kind of porn sites you liked best, and I've never given up that cherry, just worked on it with toys until I could handle you without pain."

Suddenly I understood. I had always been curious about anal sex, no girl I had ever dated had been willing to try. Now here was my sister practically offering my deepest desire on a platter.

As the light dawned in my eyes my cock reached instant hardness. My sister smiled and rolled back on top of me. She slid her vagina back and forth on my cock and closed her eyes in pleasure.

She reached down and placed my cock at her vaginal entrance, she lowered herself down on it with a moan. As she completely took me I thought I had misunderstood, but didn't mind, as her vagina was incredibly tight.

With me still inside she turned around so her ass was facing me.

"Thought you might like this view." She said.

Then she raised herself up until I popped out. She grabbed my cock now glistening with her juices and re-aimed it for her back door. She held it in place as she pushed herself down until the head popped in. We both gasped simultaneously, and she released my cock. She placed her hands on the in front of her and then continued to slowly lower herself down on my cock.

I watched in amazement as my cock slowly disappeared inside my sister's tight little ass. The thought almost had me cumming instantly, but with determined will I held back and was able to calm the rush. 

With a moan my sister's ass swallowed the last inch of my cock and felt a flutter along the length of my cock coming from her tight anal passage.

"God, you are fucking huge." My sister moaned, " I'm already almost going to fucking cum with your cock in my ass."

"You ass is very close to be being filled with my cum. Your ass is so fucking hot and tight."

"You like your little sister's ass?" My sister said looking back at me over her shoulder. " You want more?"

"God yes." I responded excitedly.

My sister began to slowly raise herself off my cock until the head was just in, then she lowered herself back down groaning sexily the entire down thrust making ever so much harder to hold back my orgasm.

I grabbed her waist and lifted her back up, and then I pulled her back down as I lifted my hips to meet her a little faster than she'd lowered herself before.

"Yes!" She moaned. " Fuck your little sister!"

I lifted her back up, and then pulled her back down faster than before.

"Faster, harder." She screamed.

With no further urging I began lifting her ass on and off my cock with increasing speed and force with her moans and screams egging me on. Suddenly as I thrust my cock deep inside her, her ass grabbed my cock in a vice like grip for an instant, then she screamed and her whole ass seemed to spasm around my cock. More than I could take at that point my cock shot its load deep into my sister's bowels as I came with a roar.

For several minutes we lay their, my sister laid face down in the bed between my legs. My arms hung limply in at my sides. My cock and her ass twitched in time with each other as we lay there our bodies too spent to move.

Finally my sister made the crawling move to turn and climb beside me, allowing my softening cock to pop free from her ass's embrace. 

She kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear, " I love you." Before she laid her head down on my shoulder.

In just a moment her breathing became shallower and the slightest snore issued from her telling me she'd already fallen asleep. 

"I love you too." I said before I too was taken my sleep, with my sister and lover in my arms. 



A  Sister's Love



"Need sugar?" He chuckled. I was happy to hear him laugh. I thought he would be very nervous.

"Not sugar darling, it is quite sweet. A pinch of salt may improve it." I chuckled too. 

We left the theatre shortly before the intermission. On the ride back I asked my brother to drive his vehicle into a pot hole filled with water and splash mud on my sari. He did so. I went home and had a good excuse to wash my sari. Chennai's complaining drivers please note: pot holes have their uses too! 

I cleaned up as soon as we reached home. I could never have imagined that one discharge can soak a whole pallav, or one movie session saturate front and back of a pair of knickers so thoroughly.

22 January 2003

My brother and I are like newly weds waiting for the nuptials. Whenever we get a chance we cuddle and fondle with my hand on his cock and his hand on my pussy, alas over the clothes. 

I return from my store early today giving headache as excuse for half day's leave. I have a job to do. I have a married colleague in my store Parvathy, who speaks of sexual matters with frankness that sets me and Mohana, an unmarried colleague, squirming. We squirm, but we listen nevertheless. Its seems that her husband used to like her clean shaven during the first two years of married life but now wants her to sport a heavy brush. He is not satisfied with what she is able to grow. 

"Why don't you try the men's hair growth tonic," said Mohana who had a streak of humour in her. The senior colleague was not amused. 

I do not know what my brother's fancy was regarding woman's pubic hair, but I wanted his first viewing to be unimpeded. I wonder if I am a shameless woman. Most women would be dreading the day when they have to expose themselves to a man, but I am waiting for that day and preparing assiduously for it. I suppose having a brother for lover makes it all different. 

I used my brother's razor to shave my pussy. I usually only trim it with scissors but now I gave it its first shave. It is not as difficult as I thought it would be. Some broad swipes, but the inner leaves needed steady hands. I examined it in my hand mirror. I do not consider the pussy an object of beauty. No woman does, but men do and that's what really matters. My pussy is smooth and ready for inspection by the commander-in-chief.

23 January 2003

My mother had gone to Chinglepet for a wedding. Thursday was weekly holiday for my brother. My brother knows that I have exchanged my weekly off day with a colleague to be at home that day. My heart is thudding as much from excitement as fear. My mother leaves home early and was expected back only in the evening. 

I served breakfast to my brother. He squatted on a mat with a plantain leaf spread in front of him. I place one rice cake on the leaf, and he poured himself chutney. He is a gulper; soon I served him another. As I bend down he looked up into my valley which I had exposed liberally for his benefit. He smiled and I smiled back. I could feel a warm surge pass over my face. 

"Is that pallav necessary?" It was certainly unwanted. I removed it and tucked it to my waist.

"Better." Soon the time for the next serving arrived. I bend down and serve. He looked up again. 

"Too many hooks," he said. I released the top two hooks of my blouse. I had no bra on that day in honour of the occasion. I looked up seeking approval. He shook his head: not adequate. I removed one more hook. No satisfaction yet. I removed them all. The blouse is open and the breasts are exposed. He lifted up his left hand and reached for one breast. He passed his hand over it and then gently pressed it. His hand wandered off to the other breast. The tit of that breast got his attention. He pinched it and then he pressed it in, and then watched it plop out. He then started eating rapidly as if some important job was awaiting him. 

"Slow down," I said, "and you have to eat one more than the usual five. You will need extra energy."

"Extra energy, why?" He winked. If he expected me to crumble in shame he was mistaken. I replied brazenly.

"I thought you would know; I'll explain after breakfast." There is no time when a sister cannot tease a brother. He finished and washed his hands. I disposed off the plantain leaf in the garbage bin. I stood in the room with coffee tumbler in hand. He wiped his hands on a towel hanging from the line. His eyes were on me. I was fidgeting.

"With the blouse open partly revealing those magnificent breasts you look like a temple goddess," he said. 

"Have coffee," I said to change the topic. 

"No I want milk," he said pointing to my breasts. 

"I don't think there is any milk there."

"Any objections if I try." I suddenly felt very motherly to him.

"No my darling, no objection whatsoever. Come to me your sister and suck. I would love to feel your lips on my tits." I came closer to him. I placed the coffee tumbler on the table and removed my blouse altogether. I placed a hand on the back of his neck and brought his head close to one breast and with the other hand lifted it up and placed the tit on his lips. He looked up and met my eye. There was no shame, no blush in me. I was smiling with affection for someone whom I have loved in some way or the other all my remembered days. He first plucked the tit with his lips and then he caught the tit between his upper lip and slightly protruded tongue and started sucking. 

"Cover your teeth with your lips and bite honey." My tit needed hard pressure. He did so. A thrill passed through me. "It's wonderful," I said softly. I was unable to stand. I slowly sat on the mattress on the floor careful not to lose touch with his lips. I was now resting with back on the wall. My brother was lying with head on my lap and sucking away like a baby and I was making the crooning noises mothers make. Like mothers I soon detached his lips from one breast and attached it on to the other. I wonder if suckling mothers feel the sensation I felt. Even at that moment when I was yet to unite with him I imagined that it was the baby I bore for him that was sucking. It was a great sensation and I was making clicking noises each time the sensation peaked. Then suddenly the nipples ceased to have any sensation. My pussy now felt hot. 

Without being aware of it I was bending my knees and spreading my thighs and at the same time drawing my sari upwards. I was now pressing his head downwards towards the pussy. He let go off the tit and was now staring at my pussy for I had spread my thighs and lifted my feet up in the air displaying my pussy, overflowing with juices, for him to see.

"Far better than what I imagined it would be," he said. His voice was hoarse with awe.

"So you have been imagining."

"Of course I have. For years, you were always my fantasy baby. You have shaved it."

"Using your razor."

"Indeed, that was why when I was shaving this morning I got a hard-on." This was really funny. I laughed.

"Yes, God promise, I did." He kissed my pussy and then he drew back a little to examine it. He passed his fingers over the mound and the outer leaf. With his index and thumb he spread the inner leaves. I was now fully on my back with my thighs spread so widely that they were on the side of the body almost touching the mattress. My brother lifted up the clit hood to see the tense clitoris. 

"Quite angry your clitoris," he said.

"It is putting on a mighty display in your honour."

"May I touch it?"

"Of course, but only with your tongue." He dropped on his knees and gently kissed the clitoris. I used both hands to spread the inner leaves till the clitoris protruded like a button. He touched with the tip of his long and pointed tongue. A thrill passed up my body. Then he licked. An indescribable sensation racked my body. I now moved my thighs as wide as it would go and then I brought down my feet on the mattress and lifted up my pelvis, and as I lifted my pelvis I pressed his head down firmly with both my hands. I went through this cycle of motion again and again. He speeded up and I was moving in frenzy and then he stopped. When he restarted soon after he was licking slowly in broad swipes. I felt as if I was falling off a cliff. It was a sensation words cannot describe. I screamed a muffled scream as I had an orgasm of unimaginable intensity.

"O! My darling brother this is just divine," I said. "Now fuck me." I used the word for the first time. He climbed on top of me. His cock was large and angry with thick veins coursing over it. I held it. It was hot. I took it to my pussy. I inserted it. My pussy was so wet that it went in producing a momentary sharp pang as the membrane ruptured—my brother was taking my virginity, what more could a girl want. 

He is pumped and I moved my pelvis to his rhythm. Soon he ejaculated; my orgasm coincided. He waited for me and then gave me another. Later my brother said that girls do not generally have orgasm in their first. 

"Generally they don't, because generally it is not the brother who does it," I said.

We lay hugging each other in our nakedness. My brother wanted me to wash but I held my thighs tightly together. I wanted to hold his precious semen inside me for as long as possible. I knew the danger, but the danger enhanced the pleasure. Then I got up and washed and went on with household chores. My brother slept. 

26 January 2003

Mother is on one of her rare visits to relatives. She has gone to Manali to condole an aunt who had lost her husband. We get our second chance. At his request I undressed and sat crouching on a stool with both feet on the stool. Probably this was the pose in his favourite nude photo. From where he sat my brother could see parts of my breasts with my pussy exposed between my fully flexed hips. He sat and admired and then he crawled towards me and applied his tongue to my pussy.

"Anything you want," he asked hospitably.

"I want to take in my mouth," I said. Only a sister could have been so bold. He sat on a chair with leg stretched and spread. His cock was waving in the air. I crouched on the floor between his legs. I caught his cock in my hand. It was hot. I ran my fingers along the shaft and then did the same with the tip of my nose, and then with my lips. I retracted the foreskin and kissed the rose. My brother tenderly rubbed my cheeks and played with my lips and then entwining his fingers in my hair. By now the cock was large and throbbing. I touched his balls. It was smooth. I took it into my mouth. It was quite a mouthful. I retracted the foreskin and plopped the rose in and out of my mouth. I encircled the flare of the rose with my lips and rubbed it in and out. He moaned. I took the cock as deep into the throat as possible and then I pulled it out. I took it out, looked up and smiled. 

"Like it?" I asked.

"Very much so," he said. Brother was holding my head with both his hands and moving his hips. I was working with speed for I could sense that he cannot hold it any longer. And then he poured. I took it all in my mouth, each spurt as it shot out, and I swallowed it without spilling a drop. Some leaked out of the angles of the mouth, but with my long tongue I licked my lips. Then I took out the cock which as now shrivelled and licked every bit I could squeeze out. 

"Need salt?" he asked.

"No," I said, "it is perfect."

Then we lay down with me holding his cock in my mouth and he with head between my thighs with lips on my pussy. His face was wet with my juices. We snoozed.

I got up and checked the time. Mother's arrival was still a couple of hours away. My brother was sleeping soundly. He has the innocent face of a baby while he slept. I have a momentary pang of guilt for driving him along paths that by himself he would not dare step on. Then I am strong again. 

I wanted him to have some more fun. I sat in the pose that he seems to fancy with hips fully flexed and feet tucked in close to the body. 'Mano," I called. After repeated calls he opened his eyes. The first thing that caught his eyes must have been my pussy pepping from between my thighs. He was must thought he was dreaming. Then he woke up, looked up at me and smiled. He crawled towards my pussy and started licking. Soon I was on my back with feet in the air vibrating my hips to his stimulation. I have a massive orgasm and then he comes on top of me and I insert. We have orgasms together. He rolls off. 

"Come on, wash," he said.

"No. I want to keep it within me as long as possible," I said. He looked at me uncertainly. Then he went to the bathroom.

Once again I hold my thighs tightly together to keep his precious semen in my vagina. It is madness, I know, but I cannot help myself. It is my fervent prayer that my self-willed obstinacy does not harm those whom I hold precious. After a while I reluctantly go out to wash for mother arrival time was nearing.

6 February 2003

Our honeymoon continued. We get time for sex very infrequently and that only for quick ones. We tried various positions like I suppose all newly weds do. The woman on top I found very exhausting and the doggie uncomfortable. Man on top is the best for I can hug my brother and press my breasts against his chest.

We are very careful not to demonstrate our affection for each other in front of mother lest she suspect. But mother who knew every one of my moods one day looked at me in a peculiar way. She smiled a wry smile.

"Have you fallen in love Mahesh," she asked.

"What makes you say such a funny thing," I responded somewhat sharply.

"The sparkle in your eyes and body language is not just of a girl who has fallen in love; it is as if you are in the thick of your honeymoon."

"I have not fallen in love and if you think I am as happy as a girl in her honeymoon the best you can do to keep me in that happy state is by not bringing in fresh boys for bride viewing," I said.

We took no care at all about pregnancy. We used no contraceptives at all. It was sheer madness.

4 March 2003

Today is worrying time for me. Strangely enough when the event happened I was thrilled. I went with my brother to shop in T. Nagar for a sari for mother. The sales woman while she was billing our choice smiled and asked how long it was since we were married. 'Wait a minute. I'll guess' she said, and then came out with the answer. 'Four weeks.' I was thrilled that she should mistake us for a married couple. I turned to my brother and reached for his hand. 'Almost correct,' I said. 'Have a baby soon,' she said, 'don't do this silly family planning stuff my daughter is doing.' It was on the bus on my way back that I started worrying. I have gone out many times with my brother, but this was the first time someone has mistaken him for my husband. Was there a change in our body language that made others mistake us? What if our neighbours suspect. What if mother suspects. Has reckoning time come. 

16 March 2003

The expected happens—my periods are overdue by three days. Deep down I feel I am with child. It was in the early morning conscience hour that I realise the enormity of the problem confronting me. I shiver. I do not regret my action. If placed in similar circumstances again I would do what I did. But there is no gainsaying that for an unmarried girl living with her family I am in a terrible state. The only person to whom I can go for assistance is my brother. But he would be of no use for something like this. I am however not without resources. I have heard of Dr. Gopika of the nearby Government Medical College Hospital who terminated the pregnancy of my colleague Parvathy in my department store. She spoke highly of her skill and kindness and particularly appreciated her for not chiding her about her foolishness in getting into this state in spite of all the contraceptive methods available. My case would strain the liberal attitude of the doctor the limit. My colleague was a married woman with two children. I had no idea what the doctor would think of a girl like me. I have no choice but to face the problem. 

19 March 2003

Preliminary lab test are all over. I meet the doctor for the first time. Dr. Gopika was about fifty, broad faced, with streaks of grey in her hair and a sincere smile. She studied the results of the investigations and came to the point straight away.

"Unmarried?"

"Yes."

"You are pregnant. If you want to get married to the person responsible my social worker and I can help."

"No," I said.

"Why not? We have a lot of success in making it all right." I hesitated. There must have been something in my body language that made the perceptive doctor suspect the nature of my problem. Suddenly the attitude of the doctor changed. She rose, came round to where I sat, and with her face close to me she looked into my eyes and spoke tenderly. "Tell me my dear, who is the man." 

"He is my brother." The doctor did not react at all.

"He seduced you, or was a chance occurrence, or did he force you?"

"I seduced him."

"You seduced him? Are you sure you are not trying to protect him."

"I planned it." Her response was unexpected. She smiled. My colleague in the store was right. This doctor did not waste time on what had already happened. The next question was immensely practical.

"Do you want to continue the relationship?"

"Yes I want to very much," I said. 

"Use condom, and for additional precaution I will insert a copper T. When you want pregnancy I can remove it." Was the doctor actually encouraging me to continue the relationship? I do not know.

"Come tomorrow morning on an empty stomach. Can you bring your mother?"

"No," I said. The doctor must have noted the horror in my answer.

"Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me. Please be assured that only I know of your brother's part in it. No one in the department knows it. Keep it a secret. Bring your brother, that one."

"I have only one brother. I will bring him."

That night I was miserable. The thought of destroying my brother's baby growing in my womb was devastating. I cannot even weep to let out my feelings lest my mother note my swollen eyes and institute enquiries. But I could not help shedding some tears. But I had no choice. I swore before God that I will never allow such a situation to happen again.

20 March 2003

I was at the minor operation theatre at the appointed hour. A nurse called me in and made me lie on a couch. I felt a prick and then some vague sense of people talking in whispers. When I woke up from the induced sleep I was in the bed with my brother by my side. I could never have guessed that terminating of pregnancy caused by sex with one's own brother could be so devoid of hassles.

12 April 2003

I met the doctor several times after the operation. I needed only one review but the doctor seemed to have taken a fancy to me. At times she invited me to her home. One day I asked her the reason why she was not angry for my having sex with my brother.

"I could see that your passion was great," she said. "Even if I thought what you were doing was something horrible I would not have told you not to for you cannot help yourself."

"You do not think it is wrong."

"It is against the law, and that is wrong. But if two people love each other with extraordinary passion that cannot be wrong irrespective of the relationship between them. Do you know of any married woman with children who falls in love with a man and wants to leave her family and go to him?"

"I know. My classmate's mother did that."

"Do you think it was wrong?"

"Yes I did then; especially because it made my classmate so sad."

"Now?"

"I have not thought about it. May be I will take a more lenient view."

"That woman should not be condemned. The husband, her children, and society should accept it."

"Later on that classmate accepted the change. When we her friends say harsh things about her father she would defend him saying that he could not help it." 




A  Sister's Love



"She is right. Your relationship with your brother is in the same category."

"Do you know of other instances where brother-sister love had occurred?" The doctor smiled broadly as if she was happy I asked that question.

"I know many. They come here. Most have been chance occurrences, and a few have involved force, short of rape. But I know one instance rather well where the sister loved her brother with a lover's passion, but the brother loved his sister with a brother's love."

"How did it end?"

"Sadly of course. Not many girls have your energy and your determination. She did not have the courage to declare her love. Her brother to this day does not know how passionately his sister loved him. He is now married and has a happy family."

"She?"

"She married her profession and lives a spinster."

"Is she still sad?"

"Time heals, as you know, but on occasions she does think of him and sheds tears of self pity." The doctor was silent for a while.

"You say you seduced him," continued the doctor. "I am curious to know how you managed it. Why don't you write your story? I would very much like to read it."

"I write about myself. I'll give you those papers," I said.

The only photograph in her house was a small framed one on her dressing table. It is a picture of her brother as a young man. 

I am almost certain that the doctor is that woman. Why else should she be not just supportive but actually encourage me as if I have achieved what she could not.

 * * *

The story ends there. Some days later I met the doctor to return the papers.

"How did you find the story?" she asked.

"Extraordinary," I said.

"Did you find it believable?"

"Of course, every word of it. What happened to Mahesh?"

"A year and a half later her mother died. One day she came and wanted the copper T removed. She was going to a distant unknown place where she will start life anew as her brother's wife. For almost two years I did not hear from her. I suspect she did not want others to know where she lived. A month ago I receive a letter form her. She says she is happy in her new place. She sent this snap."

The doctor opened her hand bag and took out a snap. It was a photograph of a six-month old baby.

"Rounds off the story nicely, does it not?" she said. 

"It does," I said.