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Sexual Siblings

By: secret_desires



Oliver and Elizabeth Faber were 3 years apart and had been practically inseparable as children. They'd had countless adventures together in the woods beyond their small farm, frolicking in the stream that coursed through the forest. Out of the adoration they'd had for each other came their nicknames, Oli and Bit. When Elizabeth was 9, and Oliver 12, they had built a makeshift fort out of spare wood and brush collected from the clearing. The fort was located just off of Elizabeth's favorite riding path, hidden from view by a few large trees. The siblings had returned to the fort to play almost every day for three years, up until the time that Oliver turned 15. That was when things began to change between them.

Oliver began to drift apart from his sister when 15. He was a freshman in high school, and suddenly too cool to play with his little sister all the time. He spent more time doing chores on the farm, lifting heavy feed bags and fixing up the old pickup behind the barn. He hit a growth spurt and lost the residual baby fat he'd carried as a preteen, and suddenly the girls in school had started to notice him and his tall, muscular build. Over the next few years, he'd accumulated a group of boisterous friends, and a girlfriend, Becky, who occupied all his time. The drift between Oli and Bit gradually widened, until they had seemingly lost that special bond. 

One afternoon, shortly after Bit had turned 18 and was busy filling out college applications, she decided to take a break and venture into the woods, for old time sake. Her mare, Tinka, was too ornery to be ridden that day, so she walked the familiar path alone. She sang softly to herself as she made her way deeper into the forest, thinking back to all the times that she'd made this journey alongside her brother. Where is Oli? she wondered. He and Becky had arrived at the house after school, just after Bit, and disappeared shortly thereafter. Ever since Oli had turned 21, he'd spent all his time with Lauren, a girl he'd met at college. Elizabeth's thoughts strayed to Billy, one of Oliver's friends from school. He, like Oliver, was in the his senior year of college, and came by the house periodically during holidays. Oliver and his friends never paid much attention to Elizabeth, but once, Billy had brushed against her in the hallway leading to the bathroom, and glanced back at her, a strange look on his face. Then he blushed and ducked into the bathroom. That had been weeks ago, but since then, he'd been on Elizabeth's mind. She wondered what it might be like to kiss him, and if he too had a girlfriend like her older brother. Innocent as they were, young and nieve Elizabeth guarded her thoughts from her brother, only writing them in her journal. 

Elizabeth looked up, smiling. She had happened upon the turnoff for the fort. She turned and made her way toward the clearing, feeling nostalgic for her childhood afternoons spent in the fort. She was only a few feet away when she heard it. A human sound, a moan- from the fort? Had someone else discovered it? She stood completely still for a moment, unable to decide whether or not to go inside and see what was going on. She decided she ought to; the fort was her property anyway. She crept quietly toward it, and ducked inside the low doorway. She gasped at what she saw. Oliver lay on his back, his shirt off and his pants around his ankles. Becky also was topless and had her skirt bunched around her waist. She sat atop Oliver, her hands on his chest, the two of them writhing and groaning strangely. When Elizabeth gasped, Oliver looked up and saw his sister in the doorway.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed, scrambling to cover himself with his discarded shirt. "What the fuck are you doing, Bit? Get out of here!" he yelled, turning red as Becky shrieked and leapt up. Elizabeth was frozen, speechless. At Oliver's command, she turned on her heel and sprinted toward the path, running all the way home without stopping once. She stormed through the house and shut herself in her room, panting and sweating. She had seen a few sex scenes in movies before, but nothing like that. Her shyness had always been an obstacle, and as a consequence she was rather inexperienced with boys. Her heart beat in her throat and she thought she might be sick. Shocking as it had been, it sparked a tiny inkling of curiosity somewhere deep inside her. 

***

Elizabeth shifted in the uncomfortable wooden chair, hating the fact that she'd been sitting in it for so long. Stretching her arms high above her head, she let out a little yawn. She wrinkled her nose in disgust as she returned to the thick book she was reading. Turning the page, she scribbled down a few notes. The library was deserted except for her. She was used to being the last one there, having been the case for the past few nights. She'd quickly grown accustomed to the resounding silence that engulfed her while she researched. The occasional student would trickle in, but would usually leave soon after. There was nothing to distract her, and so Elizabeth dove back into her work, thankful for the break that started the next day.

Elizabeth cleared her throat and rummaged in her bag for her water bottle, finding it near the bottom. She took a sip and dropped it back in her bag, resuming her note taking. Her hand moved furiously across the paper, and she was so consumed by her reading that she didn't notice the quiet sounds of creeping footsteps behind her. She suddenly felt a pair of large hands on her shoulders and yelped, jumping out of her chair. 

"Oli!" she stammered, her hand held against her thumping heart. Her brother was doubled over in laughter. "Jesus Christ! You almost gave me a fucking heart attack. What are you even doing here?" She was happy, surprised, irritated, and confused at his sudden appearance. He was supposed to be at college in Pennsylvania, not in the library of Elizabeth's college.

"I'm sorry, Bit," he said, having caught his breath. "I came home for spring break. I wanted to surprise you. Mom and Dad told me you'd be here."

"You almost killed me," she confessed, allowing herself to smile at him. "Some surprise." He smiled and hugged his little sister before peering over her shoulder.

"Looks like you've got a lot of work, there. What're you writing?" he asked.

"Oh, that? Just notes for a paper," she replied, closing up the books.

"On what?" Oliver asked, curious to see what his sister had been so busy doing.

"Human sexuality," she said simply, looking up at him. He felt a little shiver run through his body. "It's my major."

"Oh, wow. I bet that's interesting."

"You know it." She winked at him, jokingly and bent over to pick up her bag. Oliver couldn't help noticing her ass, and looked away, flushed. "So, you're staying at home for break?"

"Uh, yeah. I figured I'd come back for your birthday."

"Oli! That's so sweet." She reached her arms around his neck and hugged him, her chest pressed against him.

"Hey, 19 is a big year. How could I miss it? You're all grown up," he observed, smiling as he quickly checked her over. She was longer and lankier than he remembered. Her longs legs, muscled from horseback riding, were clad in a tight pair of black jeans, and she wore a form fitting gray T-shirt that hugged her breasts. Subconsciously, he judged them to be a very full B cup. Her green eyes sparkled excitedly as she let her long, sandy blonde hair down from its ponytail. She'd matured quite a bit since he last stopped to look at her, and he couldn't remember when that had been. Years, it seemed.

"Well I'm so excited you're here. I feel like I haven't seen you in forever!" 

"Yeah, something like that," he said. He'd made it home for a few days over Christmas break, but beyond that he'd been too busy at school to come back. They'd called him when he'd turned 22 two months ago, and Elizabeth hadn't spoken to him since. "Let's get out of here. You hungry?"

"A little. I ate a late lunch," she said, hooking her arm through his as they strode out of the library and into the breezy spring evening. She followed him to the pick-up and slipped into the passenger seat, placing her school bag between them. They sat in silence while Oliver started the car, pulled out of the parking lot, and started down the road.

"I remember when you fixed this piece of shit," Elizabeth laughed, straightening in her seat.

"Me too. It's still running, so I'd say I did a damn good job," he replied, smiling. He recalled that time in his life; he'd spent a lot of time working outside with his shirt off, trying to build up his muscles so he could impress the girls at school. There was another prolonged silence between them before Oliver spoke. 

"So, how are you liking college? Anything exciting going on?"

"It's a lot of work, but it's good. I like my major a lot," she admitted, laughing at her own words.

"I don't think anybody could dislike a human sexuality major," he replied, feeling a little mischievous as he spoke.

"Last week, a guy came up to me, asking if I needed help studying," she said, giggling. 

"What did you tell him?" Oliver wondered aloud. 

"No, of course!" Elizabeth felt her cheeks grow warm.

"Well I'm sure you've got tons of boys chasing after you. Have you got a boyfriend?" he asked, feeling curious. They had so much to catch up on. 

"Nope. I don't have a lot of time to date, actually. I was seeing this one guy, Charlie, a couple of weeks ago..."

"And?" Oliver found himself wanting to ask if they'd had sex, suddenly realizing the possibility that his sister might be a virgin. But he said nothing. 

"It wasn't that great. I told him I liked him as a friend."

"Ouch. Poor Charlie," Oliver said, grinning ruefully at his sister as they pulled up behind the barn and parked. "Sounds like you're a heartbreaker, sis."

"I am not!" Elizabeth giggled, getting out and heaving her bag over her shoulder. "We parted on good terms."

"Let me take that," he offered, sliding the bag off of her shoulders and lifting it with ease. 

"Thanks, Oli. My shoulders are killing me," she admitted as they walked up the steps onto the front porch. 

"I can give you a massage later," he replied, his hand brushing against her lower back as they entered the house. Before Elizabeth could even reply, their parents were upon the two of them. 

"Oh good, you're both home!" their mother chirped, ushering them into the kitchen.

"Were you surprised to see your brother, Elizabeth?" their father asked, clapping Oliver on his broad shoulder. 

"You have no idea. I almost died!"

"I sneaked up on her in the library and scared the crap out of her," Oliver admitted, bashfully. 

"What if I'd had a heart attack?" Elizabeth demanded, trying not to smile. 

"I'd have revived you, don't worry," Oliver assured her. The family laughed, happy to be reunited, and sat down to dinner. 

Oliver lay in his bed later that night, looking around his familiar room. It had remained virtually unchanged since he'd left for college. He still had the same posters on his walls, the same CDs on the shelf, the same dirty magazines stashed beneath his bed. He'd checked, just out of habit, and laughed when he found them untouched. He absentmindedly stroked his cock, remembering the use he'd gotten out of them in high school. It seemed like that had been so long ago. Now he was in his senior year of college, and he couldn't imagine being back in the 9th grade again. 

His cell phone buzzed on the dresser, and he got up, reluctantly removing his hand from his boxers. He flipped it open to find a text from Billy, one of the few friends from high school that he'd actually kept in touch with. The text read 'you coming home for break?' Oliver quickly sent a reply: 'back already'. Several moments later, he received another text from Billy. 'Sweet. I'll call you tomorrow. Tell your sister I say hi ' Oliver shut the phone and dropped it on his bed, shaking his head. Some time during his junior year, Billy had gotten the hots for Elizabeth, and still joked about it today. Oliver had never bothered to acknowledge this, unable to see any distinguishing qualities in his kid sister. Had she always looked as good as she did now? Dismissing the thought from his mind, he turned to leave, figuring he'd hang out with his sister for a while. It was only 11, too early for the two of them to be in bed anyway. He strode down the hall to her room. He didn't even pause before opening her door, and so he found her on her bed, her hand working furiously beneath her panties as her face contorted in pleasure. He made the slightest noise of surprise and she jumped up, startled. 

"S-s-sorry," he stuttered, slamming the door shut and hurrying back to his own room, mortified. I'm such a fucking idiot, he thought. I should have knocked. He shut off the lights and slipped into bed, not wanting to cause any more trouble for one night. He felt embarrassed for what he'd done, but it didn't even compare to the shame he felt for returning to his room with a thunderous erection.

When he awoke the next morning, Oliver found the house silent. His parents had already left for work and Elizabeth was nowhere to be seen. He traipsed into the kitchen and scarfed down a banana while putting a bagel in to toast. He poured himself a glass of orange juice and tried to ignore his morning wood. He could hear the sound of hoofbeats outside, and figured that Elizabeth was out riding Tinka. He finished his breakfast and got dressed before going out to join her. 

When he approached the fence, Oliver was surprised to find that Elizabeth was, in fact, not riding Tinka, but a larger black horse that he didn't recognize. The horse was being fiesty and difficult, but Elizabeth was in complete control. When she looked up to see Oliver, she blushed, and his feelings of embarrassment returned.

"Who're you riding?" he called, determined to smooth things over. Elizabeth slowed the horse to a walk and urged him toward the fence where Oliver stood. 

"I'm calling him Footsy for now. We just got him," she replied, jerking at the reins as the horse threw his head up. "He's a stallion, if you can't already tell. He's being rather fresh this morning. I'm planning on getting off in a couple minutes."

"Carry on, then." Oliver watched fixatedly as she asked the horse to canter, entranced by the way her breasts bounced as she rose and fell in the saddle. He took careful note of her back arching erotically, her hips rocking sensually with the horse's stride. He felt his penis stir in his jeans, a red flag. Simmer down, Oliver told himself. To his relief, Elizabeth stopped the horse and hopped off, leading him out of the ring and toward the barn. Oliver readjusted the crotch of his pants as his sister put the horse away. When she came out, the silence between them was palpable. 

"Bit...I'm sorry about last night," Oliver blurted nervously. "I, uh, shouldn't have just barged in there. I didn't, um, realize..."

"Oli, it's ok," she replied, smiling warmly at him. "Shit happens. I mean, I guess that makes us even."

"Even? What do you mean?"

"I, uh, walked in on you once. Now you've walked in on me."

"What are you talking about?" he asked, genuinely confused. "When have you walked in on me?"

"You don't remember?" she asked, suddenly confronted with an obstacle. She had hoped she wouldn't actually have to talk about that incident, that he would still remember. "You know, that time I , uh, found you. In the fort. With Becky."

"Ooooh, right," he replied, both eyebrows raised. He remembered now, like it was yesterday. Elizabeth had found him fucking Becky in the fort. She had been so young then, he found himself feeling bad for her having to witness that. "I'm really sorry about that, by the way. We never talked about that. I'm sure it scarred you for life."

"It seemed like it, at the time. Actually..."

"What?" Oliver demanded, wanting her to finish her sentence.

"Now I realize that it kind of...kind of made me curious."

"Uh...what do you mean?" Again, he was feeling a response in his pants. He tugged his shirt down in an effort to conceal the slight bulge. "Have you been having sex out in the fort?"

"No! Nothing like that." Elizabeth turned deep crimson, and Oliver realized how few things they talked about. "I just mean that I became interested in sex, and stuff. That's why I'm majoring in human sexuality." Oliver's penis swelled even more. The thought of his sister being so greatly influenced by his own sexuality was strangely stimulating. 

"Bit, have you had sex?" He figured that if he was ever going to find out, it might as well be now. It was almost as if he'd had no control over the words coming out of his mouth.

"Oli! That's so...personal." Elizabeth felt heat creeping up her neck and into her face. She wondered why her brother was asking her this. They'd hardly talked about anything since they were kids, and now he wanted to trade secrets?

"Sorry, I just thought-" He was interrupted by the sound of a car, fast-approaching. Billy pulled up to them and cut the engine.

"Oliver, my boy!" Billy called as he got out of the car. Out of the corner of his eye, Oliver saw his little sister retreating toward the house. 

"Bit, wait!" he called, desperately wishing he could have finished the conversation. She glanced back at him over her shoulder before entering the house. 

"What's up, man?" Billy and Oliver slapped hands in greeting. 

"I was just, uh, talking to Bit," Oliver replied. "I'm such an idiot."

"What do you mean?" Billy raised an eyebrow, curiously.

"Well, last night I kind of...well, I went into her room without knocking. I found her masturbating."

"That's totally hot, man! If I walked in on some chick playing with herself, I'd be eternally grateful," Billy replied enthusiastically. Oliver had to laugh at his friend's ceaseless horniness. More often than not, Billy seemed to be lacking a moral compass.

"Bit's my sister, though. It's not exactly the same thing. I was trying to talk to her about it just now, and I stupidly asked her if she was still a virgin."

"What's so wrong with that? If virginity's the problem, I can help her out with that," Billy offered, smiling.

"You're so fucking skeevy, man," Oliver said, punching his friend in the arm. 

"Hey, no worries. You can do the honors, if you want." Billy burst out laughing and Oliver tried to hide his grin. "Seriously, though, your sister is hot! I mean, she was cute in high school, but she's a babe now. She may be your sister, but you can't tell me you didn't get off thinking about her last night." Oliver laughed, realizing he was cornered. 

"Billy, you know me too well."

"I knew it!" Billy exclaimed, slapping Oliver on the back. "See, you agree, she's sexy as hell."

"I wouldn't go that far..." Oliver said, more for his own conscience than out of actual protest. 

"You know, I bet you could do her."

"Billy!"

"Hey, I'm just saying, is all. You could put on some music, give her a little massage. Before long, she'd be begging you to fuck her." Oliver felt his cock stiffen in his jeans.

"First of all, she's my sister. Do you know how illegal that is? Secondly, she's just barely a legal adult."

"Her birthday's in a couple days, right? That takes care of one problem right there. The sister thing? Just a technicality, as far as I'm concerned." Oliver shook his head at the ridiculous idea, trying desperately to push it out of his mind. 

Inside, Elizabeth was just getting in the shower. She relished the feeling of the scalding water coursing over her body, little rivulets running across her supple skin. She grabbed a bar of soap and began to lather her body as she thought about the conversation she'd been having with Oli. Did other brothers and sisters talk about that stuff? Was she just a prude? As kids, she and Oli had been the best of friends, telling each other almost everything. But then again, they didn't have any real secrets then. He'd caught her masturbating the night before in her room. Why should she hide the fact that she was a virgin from her big brother? Elizabeth felt her pussy becoming moist, and not from the shower. She let her hand drift over her stomach down to her slippery snatch, running a finger along the slick lips. She inhaled deeply as she pushed a finger into her waiting hole and rubbed her thumb against her clit. With her free hand, she massaged her breast as her breathing became increasingly shallow. Inside her head, the image of her brother, shirtless, surfaced. She couldn't stop herself from imagining him naked, pleasuring himself. Feuled by her shame, she slid her finger in and out faster and faster as she drew closer to her climax. Bucking against her own hand, water pouring over her, she lost control. 


Sexual Siblings Ch. 02



The fading light of the early evening spilled in through the window when Elizabeth woke up still curled against her sleeping older brother. Her first instinct was to kiss Oliver, but she didn't. Instead, she gently extracted herself from the embrace and got out of the bed. She'd been in Oliver's room tons of times, but never standing naked after having just woken from a post-coital nap. 

Oh god, she thought to herself. What did we just do? She tiptoed out of the room and went into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and stood in front of the mirror while the water warmed up. Her eyes glittered with happiness, and her full lips were set in a slight, soft smile. Elizabeth didn't regret having just lost her virginity to her brother. In fact, she'd enjoyed it immensely. But now what was going to happen? She didn't know how she felt about Oliver or the turn their relationship had taken. Was she supposed to act like it had never happened? Was it wrong for her to lust after her brother? Of course. But now that it had happened, how was she to proceed? Would she be beyond redemption if it happened again? For the moment, Elizabeth didn't want to worry about any of that. She stepped into the steamy shower and let the water wash her worries away.

Oliver rolled onto his back, immediately noticing his sister's absence from his bed. He figured they'd only slept a few hours, and that Elizabeth had woken not long ago. He took the time alone to replay the day's events in his head. He'd had sex with his little sister. Amazing, hot, consensual sex with a beautiful virgin. But he knew it wasn't that simple. You don't just have sex with your sister and go on about your day. They would have to talk about it at some point, try and figure out what it all meant. They'd finally begun to close the gap between them, and he wasn't sure he wanted it to end. Oliver didn't know what was going to happen, but he knew that things were going to be very different from then on. 

"Mom, you're home," Elizabeth chirped as she entered the kitchen, still wrapped in her bathrobe. Her mother was scanning the newspaper, and smiled when her daughter walked in. 

"Yeah, I got home half an hour ago," Mrs. Faber replied, hugging Elizabeth. "Where's your brother?"

"Uh...I guess he's in his room," Elizabeth said, hurrying over to the fridge and hoping her mother hadn't seen the crimson mark of shame scrawled across her face. 

"Well you should go wake him up. Your father will be home soon, and we wanted to take you out for your birthday dinner," Mrs. Faber said. Bit nodded and retreated quickly from the kitchen. Hesitantly, she made her way back to Oliver's room, pausing outside the door. After a moment, she knocked softly, half-wishing he'd still be asleep. The door opened almost immediately, and Oliver stood in his boxers, his hair still mussed from sleep. He smirked when he saw Bit standing before him, and welcomed her into his room. They stood facing each other for a moment, before Oli pulled his sister into him. She let him hold her, because it was exactly what she needed. She needed that token of affection and reassurance from him, before she could determine what actions she should take. 

"Oli..." she began, opening her mouth and closing it again. Her eyes locked onto his and she felt another layer of confusion settle around them. Oliver responded by kissing his sister tenderly on the mouth, as his sensual feelings returned. It took all of Elizabeth's strength to pull away. "Oli, no. Mom's home." Oliver's eyes widened and his hands slowly left Bit's body. 

"I guess we should...talk about this. Later?" he asked, searching Bit's face for a sign. She simply nodded and turned to leave. 

"Yeah, we will. Get dressed," she replied, looking over her shoulder. Oli smiled at the glint in her eye. "Mom and dad are taking us out to dinner." She smiled and closed the door behind her. Oliver shook his head and went in search of something to wear. 

Thirty minutes later, the Fabers walked into the crowded restaurant together. A waiter led them to their table, nestled in an intimate corner, and laid down their menus. When Bit removed her light jacket, Oli's jaw dropped. She was wearing a tight black dress that hugged her breasts and waist in a tantalizing fashion. Her toned legs trailed down to a pair of 4-inch stilettos, and her sandy blonde hair was swept up off of her neck. The outfit was simple enough, but Oliver was completely captivated by his sister's body. Realizing that he was gawking, Oliver shut his mouth and opened his menu, hoping nobody had noticed. He tried to read the items on the menu, but was distracted by the sensation of his sister's foot brushing against his shin. It was going to be a long night.

The Fabers enjoyed a delicious and filling meal, supplemented by a bottle of red wine- a special treat in honor of Bit's birthday. Mr. and Mrs. Faber allowed her to drink with dinner, despite her being underage. After a glass and a half, she was quite relaxed and slightly flushed. Oliver joked easily with her, and robust laughter could be heard from their table throughout the restaurant. Several times throughout the night, Oliver had caught and held Elizabeth's glance. She grinned at him, and once, went as far as to rest her hand on his thigh beneath the table. It caught him off guard, but Oliver took this as a good sign. At least Elizabeth wasn't upset with him. By the end of dinner, the siblings were chatting happily with their parents, an amicable feeling between them. 

"I'm so glad you two are getting on so well," Mr. Faber said, beaming at his children. "I wondered if you too would ever be close again, the way you were as children."

"We're closer than ever," Bit declared, noticeably buzzed. She casually draped her arm around Oli's shoulders and he couldn't help smiling. No matter what transpired over the course of the visit, he had the feeling that everything was going to end up ok between them. 

"Thanks so much for dinner," Elizabeth said, hugging her parents good night.

"Yeah, thanks," Oli echoed. 

"You're welcome. We hope you had a good birthday, sweetie," Mrs. Faber replied. She embraced Elizabeth, and then Oliver, before they retreated to their respective bedrooms.

Elizabeth carelessly kicked her heels in the direction of her closet before peeling off the tight black dress. Wearing only her bra and underwear, she reclined on her bed. Her hand ventured beneath her panties as her thoughts drifted to the day's events. She smirked, remembering the newly discovered sensations of sex. Almost instantly, Oliver's face appeared in her mind's eye. She considered her options. She could give up on manual stimulation, and seek her brother's assistance. This was her initial thought, but she was still very aware of how wrong that would be- had been. 

She was inebriated and in need of release, so Elizabeth didn't think twice before picking up the phone. 

"Hello?"

"Hey...Billy?" 

"Yeah, who's this?"

"It's Elizabeth," she replied tentatively. She'd never done anything like this before, but she tried to mask her shyness. 

"Hey, Elizabeth," Billy said, his voice becoming a little deeper. "What's up?"

"Uh...this is going to sound kind of weird, seeing as you're Oliver's friend. I was wondering...do you wanna come over and hang out?"

"What'd you have in mind?" he asked, a hint of curiosity creeping into his voice. Elizabeth was growing increasingly confident by the second. 

"I thought we'd figure that out once you got here," she admitted. Sure enough, Billy took the bait, assuring her that he'd be over in a few minutes. She hung up and rolled onto her stomach. She felt a little conflicted, but mostly horny, so she simply waited for Billy to arrive. 

Bit opened the door just as Billy approached it. She didn't want the doorbell drawing any attention to them.

"Hey, Elizabeth," he greeted her, eyeing her hungrily. She wore a pair of tiny denim cutoffs and a zip-up red hoodie with nothing but her bra underneath. 

"Hi," she said, a sultry grin playing across her lips. He stepped inside and followed her wordlessly to her bedroom. She couldn't help noticing that Oliver's door was slightly ajar and his lights were on. She pushed all thoughts of her brother out of her mind and kept walking, thankful that the carpet muffled the sound of a second set of footsteps. The moment the bedroom door shut, Billy's arms snaked around Elizabeth's waist. She giggled, pleasantly surprised by his forwardness. At least there were no pretenses about what was happening. His mouth found hers in a hot kiss, and she parted her lips to receive his tongue. They stumbled over to the bed where Billy laid down, Bit straddling him. He grabbed her denim-clad ass roughly and she squealed. For a second she wondered if anybody had heard her, but was quickly distracted by Billy's hands fumbling with the button on her shorts. She undid it for him and he helped her to wiggle out of them. She lay back on the bed and he hovered over her, planting lingering kisses all over her neck. His right hand wandered, unzipping her sweatshirt to reveal her bra, before moving lower. He slid his hand beneath her panties and found her swollen clit. As soon as he touched it, a throaty moan escaped Elizabeth's lips. She kissed Billy hungrily as he slipped a finger inside of her.

"Unngh, Billy..." she groaned into his ear and ground her crotch against his hand. She was overwhelmed with pleasure, trying-and failing- to keep quiet. She moaned loudly as he slid two fingers in and out, all the while rubbing her clit with his thumb. She arched her back, striving for more contact, while a nagging voice in the back of her mind told her to be quieter. Billy surprised her by completely withdrawing his fingers from her. He ran them up and down her slit, and then plunged them back in suddenly. Elizabeth let out an ecstatic groan that she knew had been too loud. 

It happened instantaneously. She'd just closed her mouth when the door opened, and Oliver poked his head in.

"What the- "

"Oli! Shit!" Bit gasped, blinking wildly and scooting away from Billy. He slipped his hand out of her panties and wiped it on his jeans hurriedly. 

"Uh...Oliver..." Billy stammered, looking from Oliver to Elizabeth and back again. Oliver's jaw was clenched and he had fire in his eyes. He didn't say a word, just stormed away, slamming the door behind him. Elizabeth let her head fall into her hands in despair. Her mind was racing. How would Billy react to what had just happened? If anything, Oliver should have acted embarrassed, not mad. But he was mad- furious, it seemed. There was no explaining this. 

"Fuck," Elizabeth grumbled, looking at Billy, who still wore an expression of shock on his face. "Billy, I'm sorry but..."

"I should go," he said, finishing her thought. He stood, righting himself, before going to the door. "I'll talk to you later, Elizabeth." She smiled apologetically at him, and was happy to let him show himself out. After she was sure Billy had left, Elizabeth peeked out into the hallway. Her heart fell when she saw the door closed with the lights off. She knew he wasn't going to open it, not even for her. 

The three days that followed were hell for both Oliver and Elizabeth. Oliver wouldn't speak to Elizabeth about what he'd seen, but he secretly wished he could. He desperately wanted for her to tell him that it had all been a big misunderstanding, but he was too proud to initiate conversation. And if Elizabeth did talk to him, he wasn't sure how to respond. Was it better if they stopped things where they'd left off? Did he want to be with his sister again, even if it was wrong? He wasn't entirely sure, and just couldn't bring himself to make a definite decision. Whenever he caught sight of Elizabeth, the pain and anger came flooding back. Most of the time, he couldn't bear to look at her. 

Elizabeth couldn't remember a time when she'd felt worse. She wanted to wrap her arms around Oli's strong torso and make it all go away. She didn't even need him to do anything other than accept her. She hated herself for having done something so stupid. She should have waited and sorting things out with Oli before propositioning his friends. She was having trouble coping with her feelings; she'd liked having sex with her brother but it was so wrong. She wanted things to be good between them, but she wasn't sure if it was possible. Elizabeth felt as if she could no longer differentiate between right and wrong, and knew only that she wanted Oli's forgiveness.

The tension between the siblings had not gone unnoticed by Mr. and Mrs. Faber. They had watched fretfully when Oli left any room that Bit entered. Mrs. Faber really began to worry when she'd seen Elizabeth place a hand gently on Oliver's shoulder, and Oliver shrugged it off before pushing past his sister roughly. The siblings had been so friendly only days before that neither of their parents could imagine what had caused the falling out. They resolved not to intervene just yet, and merely hoped that things would work themselves out. Elizabeth, on the other hand, was not willing to wait any longer. She'd spent too much time beating herself up over something she didn't have the power to change. On the fifth day of silence, she woke up with a newfound resolve. She wanted to patch things up with Oliver no matter what it took. They only had a week together before break was over, and she couldn't stand the thought of spending it in angry silence. 

After showering and dressing, Bit went in search of her older brother. She knocked first on his bedroom door. When there was no answer, she opened it quietly and stepped inside. His bed was unmade and his clean, woodsy smell lingered in the atmosphere. Elizabeth's thoughts returned to her birthday, when she and Oli had committed the ultimate sin in that very bed. Her memories of the pleasure she'd felt were fast fading, and she secretly hoped she could experience them again. It was with this on her mind that she ventured onward. She didn't find him in the kitchen or TV room, so she went to look outside. He wasn't in the barn or working on the car and it suddenly occurred to Elizabeth that he might be in the one place they both loved. Smiling, Elizabeth took off jogging into the forest. 

When he heard her approaching footsteps, Oliver's heart jumped. He sat silently until he saw his sister's face appear in the tiny entrance to the fort.

"I thought I'd find you here," she said softly, coming inside and settling on the packed dirt floor. She watched intently as Oliver's expression changed from an angry one to one of confusion, before going blank. He was thinking of what to say, and how to say it. He was still resentful and hurt, but he was glad she'd found him. He didn't want to hate her. 

"Oli..." she began, twirling a twig between her fingers. "I am so sorry. And I know that's not enough, but I can't take it back." Oli let out a long breath, rubbing his temples.

"Why did you do it? I was just across the hall," he replied, after several minutes.

"That's just it. How am I supposed to act? I don't know how I feel or what I want. I didn't want to confuse things anymore, but I've ruined them anyway," she blurted. "I feel crazy, Oli! Nothing makes any sense. I don't know what I was thinking."

"What we did..." he said, smiling mischievously. "What we did was crazy. But do you think that just because I'm your older brother that it didn't matter? I feel used, Bit." She placed her hand on Oliver's arm, and the fort became charged with their energy. She squeezed gently. 

"I care. More than I've cared about anybody else. But I'm not supposed to care, because what we did was wrong. Right?" her eyes were locked on his, and he could've sworn she could see into his soul. Oliver had noticed a subtle evolution in his sister's presence since he'd returned, and he was feeling more and more drawn to her as time wore on. 

"It felt right." He said it unabashedly, fed up with moral constraints. They were past that now. "Do you wish it hadn't happened?" Bit took several moments to think about her answer, carefully considering how miserable she'd been the last few days.

"No. I'm glad it was you. I trust you, Oli. I never meant to hurt you," she admitted, and he saw her lower lip quivering almost imperceptibly. Her honest statement was enough. Oli scooted toward his little sister and pulled her close. She fit perfectly against him, and he held her for a long while.

"I forgive you, Bit. It's ok," he said. He tilted her face up toward his, and she smiled through her tears. He smoothed them away with his thumb and kissed her full on the mouth. He felt the happiest he'd been in days when she kissed back. 

"Does this mean..." he asked, his voice trailing off. 

"Let's just wait and see," Bit replied, smirking. She stood and exited the fort, beckoning for Oliver to follow her. He couldn't move fast enough.

Oliver's face fell when he and Elizabeth returned to the house.

"Mom's home?" he asked, eyeing his mother's car suspiciously. She should have been at work.

"Uh, yeah, I guess so," Elizabeth replied. "That's weird." The siblings went inside together, cautiously. Elizabeth hadn't noticed the car when she'd left. They went into the kitchen where they found their mother eating a sandwich at the counter. She smiled when she saw her two children standing together. 

"Hey guys. Everything ok now?"

"Huh?" Elizabeth asked.

"Your father and I were worried because you two weren't speaking. But I'm guessing things are better?"

"Oh, yeah," Oli said, smiling. "Everything's great."

"What are you doing home?" Elizabeth wondered aloud.

"Oh, I had a doctor's appointment earlier," Mrs. Faber explained. "And so I took the afternoon off. I was planning on taking a nap. Do you two have any plans?" When their mother turned to put her dishes in the sink, Oli and Bit shared a devilish grin.

"Nothing in particular. A nap sounds nice," Oli said. 

"Alright, then. I'm going to take a rest. If I'm not up by four, wake me up, ok?"

"Sure, mom," Elizabeth replied. She went to the fridge, bending over to look inside. Once he was sure his mother was safely upstairs, Oliver strode across the kitchen to his sister. Aligning himself behind her, he brushed his crotch against her softly curving ass, eliciting a soft gasp. 

"Oli," Bit warned, casting a devious glance over her shoulder. 

"Sorry, I don't know what came over me." Elizabeth allowed her to spin her to face him, a broad smile breaking out across her face. He placed a kiss on her neck and felt her press into him. He slipped a hand beneath the waistband of her pants, his fingertips grazing her cotton panties. Bit pushed her brother's hand against her, silently begging him to go further. 

"Do you want me to?" he asked, allowing his lips to brush against her ear.

"Please..."she groaned. Suddenly, Oliver had a wicked thought. He removed his hand, smirking, and turned to go. "What? Oli, where are you going?"

"If you want it, you've gotta earn it." With a lascivious grin, he left his little sister in stunned silence. She had half a mind to sprint up the stairs and burst right into Oliver's room, but she didn't. She retreated to her own room and decided to change into something a little spicier. Rifling through her closet, Elizabeth found something that she thought might do the trick. Short and swishy, the form-fitting red dress was perfect. Opting to go without a bra, Elizabeth slipped the dress over her head and stepped into a pair of sexy black pumps. Lastly, she freed her hair from the bun, letting it cascade down her back and shoulders in sultry waves. She observed her reflection in the mirror with a satisfied grin. That'll teach him to leave me hanging, she thought, before opening the door and striding across the hall to Oliver's room. She rapped the door with her knuckles and waited for a moment. 




Sexual Siblings Ch. 03



Oli paced anxiously in his small apartment bedroom, clenching his fists in his pockets. His eyes strayed frequently to his cell phone, which lay on his unmade bed. It would be ringing any second, he knew, but the waiting was driving him mad. He was momentarily distracted by the sound of the apartment door opening and shutting. A second later, his roommate, Eric, appeared in the doorway. 

"Stop worrying, mate," Eric said in his slight Australian accent. He had been living in Pennsylvania for the duration of his internship at a law firm, and stayed on when he'd gotten a job. He had been Oli's roommate for a year, and they chose to stay together when Oli found a cheaper apartment in a slightly better location. They'd just finished moving in, and Oli's family insisted on coming for a visit. 

"I'm not worrying," Oli replied, rather unconvincingly. 

"Your family will get here just fine," Eric assured him, smiling. Oli nodded and Eric turned to leave. Oli had no doubts about his family's safe arrival. It was the idea of seeing his sister, Elizabeth that had his stomach in knots. It had been sixth months since they'd seen each other, and they hadn't spoken much. They had never discussed what would happen between them after spring break, when they had engaged their incestuous affair. It wasn't a topic easily breached through e-mail or over the phone. When Oli had graduated from college, he had hoped that his sister would be able to make it, and that maybe they would be able to spend time together. Sadly, she was tied up with crucial end of the year assignments, and couldn't afford to leave campus that weekend. 

Oli was excited to see her, but also a little bit scared. Were her feelings unchanged from when they were last together? What if, after they'd parted, she'd regretted it and wanted to leave it in the past? Oli still thought about his sister and the intimate moments they'd shared, but he didn't want to assume that the same was true of Elizabeth. He could only hope it was. 

The luggage had just begun to circulate on the baggage claim carousel as Oli bounced on the balls of his feet, watching the escalator for signs of his family. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted his sister's green suitcase and snatched it up. When he turned around again, his heart was in his throat- his family was heading straight toward him, smiling and waving. 

"Hi, mom," Oli said as he accepted a generous hug from his mother. He hugged his father briefly and motioned toward the carousel. "Your bags should be out soon. I've already got Bit's."

"Right, we'll get them," Mr. Faber said, as he and Mrs. Faber went to retrieve the luggage. Elizabeth and Oliver were alone for the moment, and he pulled his younger sister into a close embrace. She placed a furtive kiss on his neck and he felt his blood rocketing through his veins. When the siblings pulled away, Bit grinned widely at Oli, a twinkle in her eye. Oli noted his sister's sandy blond hair was a bit shorter than it had ever been before, and her soft curls made her look edgier and more grown up. Her thick-knit gray sweater and tight black jeans were conservative, and yet still alluring. She was a woman in his eyes, in more ways than one. 

Bit hadn't wasted any time sizing up her brother, either. He looked even more handsome than she remembered, with his lanky body and sturdy frame. Just being in such close physical proximity made her feel secure. And the way he beamed at her now, his eyes roving her body, made the waiting worthwhile. 

"Where to next?" Mr. Faber asked, shattering the trance that had engulfed his children.

"Uh," Oli stammered, blinking and trying to regain his composure. "Well, we can go to my place, or we can get some lunch. If you guys are tired, I can bring you all to your hotel."

"I'm a bit peckish. Let's go for lunch," Mrs. Faber suggested. Oli agreed and led the way to the car. 

"So how's life at home?" Oli asked, as the waitress delivered their meals. 

"It's good. Your father and I are as occupied as ever with work, but we're so proud of Elizabeth's strong performance at school," Mrs. Faber explained, smiling warmly at her daughter, who was sipping on a Shirley Temple. 

"She's found a good study partner," Mr. Faber added. "Her boyfriend, Chris, is quite a good student." Oli choked slightly on his grilled chicken and had to wash it down with a gulp of water before speaking.

"Bit, you didn't tell me you had a boyfriend," Oli chided, shooting a meaningful glance at his sister. She shrunk beneath his questioning glare. 

"We've only been going out for two months," she admitted. "It's not that serious."

"I don't know about that," Mr. Faber joked. "You and Chris spend a lot of time together. You two seem to get on great. He's a good guy."

"Yeah, sounds like a real commitment to me," Oli observed, as pleasantly as he could through gritted teeth. 

"Leave it alone! Honestly, you're all embarrassing me," Bit snapped. She stared down at her hands, folded demurely in her lap. 

Oli's blood was boiling. He quickly excused himself and stalked into the bathroom. He was livid. He couldn't believe his sister had betrayed him. But then it occurred to him that Elizabeth was his sister, and maybe she just wanted a normal life. Had he really believed she would be his, and his alone, for the rest of their lives? Was that even what he really wanted? He knew he wasn't the only one who saw her beauty and charm. Maybe wanting her to be faithful in an impossible relationship was asking too much. Countless thoughts skittered through Oliver's head, and after a moment of trying to clear them all away, he prepared to return to his family. This will just be a normal visit, he told himself, staring hard into the mirror. She's just your sister.

It had been a long day, full of restraint and self-discipline. Oli flopped back on his bed, scratching absently at his stomach. He had recently gotten into the habit of working out for a few hours a week and he had a decent six-pack to show for it. He had hoped that he could show it off to Elizabeth, but now he mentally reprimanded himself for ever having entertained such a thought. 

Oli managed to make it through the rest of lunch, followed by a stroll around town and a stop for some ice cream. Around 5, Oli explained to his family that there were some things he had to take care of for work, since he would be taking a few days off during their visit. He promised to meet them for breakfast the next morning, and bade them farewell. He drove around aimlessly for a bit before stopping by a sketchy liquor store to pick up a dirty magazine and a 6-pack. Feeling defeated, he returned to the empty apartment to contemplate what, to him, was a worthless existence. 

"Everything alright, Elizabeth?" Mrs. Faber asked, glancing at her daughter over the rim of her glasses. "You haven't said much since this afternoon."

"I'm fine, Mom. Just tired," Elizabeth replied. In the bed on the other side of a wooden coffee table, her father was already snoring softly, and her mother looked about ready to follow suit. Elizabeth couldn't tell her mother what was on her mind. And even if she could, her problems weren't worth keeping her mother from sleep. "I'm going to take a shower and then go to bed. Goodnight." 

"Goodnight, sweetie." Mrs. Faber smiled gently as her daughter stood and entered the bathroom. Elizabeth turned on the shower and stripped, taking time to scrutinize her body in the mirror. She was happy with herself, for the most part. She sometimes wished her breasts were a little larger or her ass a little tighter. Her boyfriend, Chris, sometimes joked that she was getting a tummy from all the time she spent sitting and studying as opposed to "being more physical". Running her hand over her stomach, she knew it was as flat and smooth as ever, and that she shouldn't listen to what Chris said. 

Stepping inside the shower, she began to wonder what Chris was up to back home. He was probably drinking a beer and watching sports on TV. Or maybe he was at a bar with friends. Elizabeth didn't really care. Chris was plenty fun, and he was attractive, but she got the distinct feeling that he felt more for her than she did for him. He was obviously crazy about her; her parents and friends had noticed it, too. She was grateful for his affections, and she knew that he must really like her for him to stick around, even after she told him she wasn't planning on sleeping with him. He tried to convince her otherwise on a regular basis, hence his jibe about her non-existent tummy, claiming that sex was highly aerobic. Every time she declined his offer, and he still called her the next day. She figured that he put up with it because he assumed she was still a virgin, and didn't want to push her. Elizabeth was happy to let him think that, because everything was much less complicated that way. 

Elizabeth remembered the way Oliver had responded to the news that she had a boyfriend. He looked almost as if he had been struck. When he got up from the table, she had understood why. Oliver must have been furious with her, and she didn't blame him. She would have felt the same way. She wished she could talk to him about it now, face to face, with their parents asleep and out of the way. She wanted to apologize for him having to find out that way, and explain that her relationship with Chris was in no way meant to undermine what the siblings had between them. But before she could do that, she had to figure out if what had happened between her and her brother was past or present tense. And she'd much rather do that in person. All she knew for sure was that she was still attracted to her brother, and that she was ready to pick up where they'd left off. But judging by his icy demeanor towards her that afternoon, it looked like things were over between them. Elizabeth figured that if anything were to resume between them, it would have to be on Oli's terms. 

That night, after her shower, Elizabeth did something she hadn't done in quite some time. She picked up the phone, called her brother, and talked to him. Just talked. For three hours. They never even touched on the subject of sex or their undefined relationship. They caught each other up on the mundane details of their individual existences. Oli vented about job security, gas prices, his hatred for infomercials, and a lack of direction in his new, independent life. Bit was happy to talk to someone who was equally perplexed by the popularity of crocs, and didn't judge her for wanting to be more rebellious. They listened intently to one another, laughing occasionally, slipping easily into the roles of two people who had lost each other and were now reunited. Their discussions were nowhere near epic, but the small stuff was just enough to patch up all the holes. When the time was right, one or the other of the siblings would bring up the Real Issues. But until then, Oliver and Elizabeth were content with the witty banter that flowed easily between them until 2:30 am, when Elizabeth finally drifted off to sleep.

Morning came quickly the next day. Oli felt as if he had just hung up the phone with his sister when he was accosted by the bright sunlight spilling into his shadowy room. His watch read 7:30, and he figured his family was probably getting hungry anyway. Yawning and stretching, he dressed in jeans and a faded green T-shirt. Dialing his father's cell, he padded into the bathroom.

"Morning, Oliver," Mr. Faber said.

"Hey, dad. You guys about ready for breakfast?" Oli asked.

"I think so. Did you have anywhere in mind?"

"There's this really good diner near your hotel. I'll be over soon." Looking in the mirror, Oli considered shaving but decided against it. He could stand to go another day, and it wasn't like there was anybody to impress. 

"Sounds good. See you soon," Mr. Faber said before hanging up. Oli appreciated his father's efficiency, but sort of wished he'd called his sister. He had no specific plans for his family that day, but wanted to hang out with Bit. She didn't make him feel pressured to entertain her. 

Oli had just gotten into his car when his cell phone rang. Pulling out of the parking garage and onto the street, he picked it up.

"Hey, Oliver," a soft female voice purred on the other end of the line. 

"Sasha...hi," he replied, a smile overtaking his lips. "What's up?"

"Not much. Matt and Luke are having a party tomorrow night," she said, referring to two of their mutual friends who were seniors in college, living off-campus in a house that had become the site of many get-togethers. "And I was wondering if you were gonna be there. Eric said he'd talk to you about it."

"Yeah, sure-" he began, stopping when he remembered his family. "Actually, I don't think I'm gonna be able to make it."

"What a shame," she replied, her voice rife with sexual frustration.

"Maybe next time. Thanks for thinking of me, Sasha."

"Any time." Oli couldn't help smiling as he dropped his phone onto the seat beside him. Sasha had presented him with a very tempting offer. Tall, curvaceous, and raven-haired, she was quite the temptress. He met her at another of Matt and Luke's parties the year before and they'd hit it off instantly. They kept in contact through text and the occasional party hook-up. Neither of them had ever attempted to pursue a serious relationship, but the chemistry between them was undeniable. And she gave great head. But Oli didn't want to leave his family hanging, and after a party at Matt and Luke's, he'd be out of commission until the following afternoon. He had no choice but to sit this one out. 

Elizabeth tapped her fingers against the armrest as her older brother drove the family back to his apartment. After breakfast, Mrs. Faber had insisted upon seeing his new place, so they were headed there now. Bit was glad to be sitting in the front, where she had control of the radio and could be closer to her brother. Since their conversation the previous night, she felt that some of the tension had dissipated, much to her relief. 

"Here we are," Oli announced when they pulled into the parking garage. They got out of the car and Bit quickly glanced at her reflection in the car window. Her white v-neck, originally a men's undershirt, was casual but afforded a decent view of her cleavage. She'd chosen to dress casually, in skinny jeans and flip-flops, because simple could be sexy. 

When Oliver opened the door to his new apartment, Elizabeth was somewhat surprised. The living room was neat; a TV and a Playstation sat on one side of a coffee table, opposite from a black leather couch and a matching lounge chair. On top of the DVD shelf, a small assortment of liquor bottles was lined up tidily. The kitchen was small, but sufficient for two bachelors. Mrs. Faber was particularly thrilled to find actual food in the cabinets. 

Elizabeth had expected to find the place littered with beer cans and calendars featuring naked pin-up girls. So the well-lit and relatively clean apartment was a big step up.

"Well, it seems like you've got a nice place here," Mr. Faber remarked, sitting next to his wife on the couch and nodding approvingly.

"I'm glad to see you thriving on your own," Mrs. Faber agreed. Bit smiled; the place was decently sized and comfortable. Oli had done well for himself. 

"I'll be right back. I'm gonna go to the bathroom," Bit said. She slid out of the room and headed to what she assumed was the bathroom. She passed an open door and poked her head in. She recognized some of the possessions on the small dresser as her brother's and stepped inside the room. The bed was unmade, and a book lay open on the floor. His dirty clothes were piled in or near a hamper in the corner. Pictures and posters were scattered on the walls, and Bit smiled when she spotted a photo of herself and her brother eating ice cream together.

Bit remembered the day on which the photo was taken. It had been the summer before Bit went to college. Oli brought her to the beach, and they'd played in the surf for hours. Afterward, as the sun was setting, they'd strolled along the boardwalk and Oli had taken the picture with a disposable camera. Now, a year later, he'd taped it on the wall above his bed. It made her feel special.

"Oh, sorry!"

Bit turned to the doorway, jarred from her daydream by an unfamiliar voice. A tall, blond, young man stood on the threshold, a towel wrapped around his waist. He appeared to have just stepped out of the shower.

"Hey, I'm Elizabeth." She smiled and stepped toward the stranger, her arm outstretched.

"Eric," he replied, shaking her hand. "I'm Oliver's roommate."

"Oh, right. I'm Oli's sister," she laughed. 

"Yeah..."Eric said absently, as he took her in. Elizabeth was still getting used to being ogled- by Chris, her brother, complete strangers. It gave her a rush to know she was attractive to men. 

"Bit, there you are," Oli said, appearing behind Eric. "Snooping in my room are you?" 

"Of course not. I was just taking a peek inside when Eric came and introduced himself," she replied, shooting a glance at the half-naked Australian next to her brother. Oli felt a sudden surge of protectiveness, but it abated almost as quickly. Eric was a good guy, and Oli trusted him. 

"Hey Elizabeth, are you coming to the party tonight?" Eric asked.

"What party?" she replied. "Oli never mentioned a party."

"Oh, it's nothing. I wasn't gonna go since you guys are here," Oli said, shrugging and hoping his sister wasn't pissed about his omission. 

"Well, now you've piqued my interest," she stated, her eyebrows raised. "Who's having it?"

"Matt and Luke. Friends of ours," Eric offered.

"I didn't want to desert you guys so I figured I wouldn't go," Oli explained. 

"Well, I don't want to hang with Mom and Dad tonight," Bit scoffed. She batted her thick lashes at her brother. "Can we go? Please?"

"She's rather convincing, isn't she?" Eric mumbled. Oli's resolve crumbled. He couldn't say 'no' to her. 

"Yeah, sure," he replied. "Why not?" Bit bounded across the room and into his arms, thanking him enthusiastically. As her lithe body pressed against his, Oli struggled to remind himself that this was supposed to be a normal visit. He prayed that he was able to behave himself at the party. 

It was a quarter past nine when Bit arrived at the party. Oli had wanted to pick up her up from the hotel, but she insisted upon taking a cab. She wanted to take her time getting ready. Plus, she knew he'd be looking for her. And making him wait was half the fun. 

The house was warm from the heat of so many bodies, and Elizabeth's energy became charged by those around her. She felt sensual and powerful as she made her way into the house. She felt like exploring a bit, roving amongst strangers before seeking the comfort and familiarity of her brother. 

Quite a few of the young men shot investigative glances at her as she sauntered by, and she smiled inwardly. When she wandered into what she figured was the den, her ego was boosted further by the wide-eyed stares of the men in the room. Three people were huddled in a circle, and the two boys summoned her over. 

"Hey, hot stuff," called one with dark brown hair. He was handsome, with gray eyes and an air about him that drew her toward him through the smoky haze. She forgave him for the lame pick-up line. 

"I'm Matt," he said, offering her the blunt between his fingers. She'd only smoked weed once before, but she took it and sat down in the space he made for her. The other male was a particularly lanky one, with nutty brown hair poking out from beneath a frayed baseball cap. 

"I'm Luke," he said, watching intently as she took a hit. "Matt and I live here." Elizabeth exhaled slowly, surprised and grateful that she hadn't coughed. 

"Nice to meet you both," she replied, glancing at each of them in turn. Matt was intense and sexy; Luke was relaxed and cute. They each had their advantages. "I'm here with Oli." She used his nickname subconsciously. 




Sexual Siblings Ch. 03



"With Oliver, eh?" Luke smiled and nudged the quiet and seductive girl next to him. Matt chuckled. "Sasha's gonna be jealous."

"Don't listen to them," Sasha advised, winking at Elizabeth and taking the blunt. She inhaled expertly, taking a massive toke and blowing a steady stream of smoke into the air above their heads. Discreetly, Luke brushed his hand against Elizabeth's exposed knee. Not a minute later, Matt gave her an interesting look and a private smile. She liked this party already. 

Oli popped the cap off of another beer and took a swig. He was growing impatient, and a bit nervous. Several times, he thought he'd smelled her lotion or heard her laughter, but had been mistaken. He wanted to see her, if only to know she was safe. 

He moved from the kitchen into the front hall, but didn't see his little sister anywhere. He could always check the den and the basement, or even the bathroom. It was a moderately sized house and with so many people packed inside, she could be anywhere. He hoped and prayed, however, that she hadn't gone upstairs with anybody. 

"Hey, man," Luke said as he strode over to Oli. "Where's your girl?"

"Huh?" Oli hadn't seen Sasha all night, and he assumed that was who Luke was referring to. 

"She's gorgeous. Blondish-brown hair, green eyes, a great ass," Luke described the mystery girl. "She's wearing a dress. It's red." Oli realized instantly whom his friend was talking about. That red dress was forever ingrained in his memory; Bit had worn it the second time they'd had sex, during that fateful break. 

"Elizabeth?"

"Yeah, yeah. She's hot," Luke laughed. "Where'd you meet her?"

"Uh, she's my sister," Oli replied, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. He would have liked to say that she was his girlfriend, but he knew he couldn't. At the same time, he didn't want Luke or any of the other guys trying to put the moves on her. 

"Really?" Luke looked joyous. 

"She's got a boyfriend back home," Oli admitted. He was glad to have an excuse to keep Luke at bay, even if it meant bringing up the unfortunate boyfriend. 

"Bummer," Luke said, frowning. He shrugged and loped off toward the kitchen, always the resilient one. Oli sighed and finished off his beer in one swig. Feeling that familiar pressure in his bladder, he went to throw his beer bottle away and use the rest room. 

"You're a great dancer."

"Thanks." Bit flashed a brilliant smile at Eric, whose hands still lingered unassumingly at her hips. They'd been dancing for the last twenty minutes, moving rhythmically and pressing close to one another. Now, Elizabeth felt flushed as she looked into Eric's shining blue eyes. 

And then she caught sight of him- Oli slunk across the room on the way to the kitchen, his handsome head hung low.

"What time is it?" She asked suddenly. 

"Uh...ten thirty," Eric replied.

"Shit," she said, realizing that she'd been there for an hour and fifteen minutes already. "I've gotta go do something really quick. I'll see you later." She smiled apologetically at him and hurried off to find Oli, stopping briefly to take a hit off of a joint that Matt offered to her. 

As she strode into the kitchen, she spotted Oli retreat into the bathroom just as the door was closing. Readjusting her dress and smoothing her hair, Bit prepared to do what she'd been waiting for all night. She made a beeline for the bathroom and slipped in, shutting the door behind her with a snap just as Oli was zipping up his pants. 

"Bit, what're you doing in here?" Oli demanded, feasting his eyes on the mesmerizing sight before him. 

"I missed you," she confessed, electing to skip all the bullshit and moving closer to her brother. She coiled her arms around his waist and pressed her face against Oli's strong shoulder. He gazed down into her glittering green eyes; behind her long, thick lashes, each pupil was a black abyss.

"Are you stoned?" Oli asked, concerned and mildly amused at the same time.

"Only a little bit," she replied, unflinching beneath his powerful gaze. She reached one hand up to brush his hair out of his eyes then let it linger on his neck.

Bit was tempting him, but Oli had a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach that would not allow him to indulge in his sister's delights. 

"What about Chris?"

Bit grinned up at him and Oli's heart melted. 

"I don't love him. It really isn't that serious," she explained, stroking Oli's chest. "He keeps me busy. But I've waited for you."

"You mean you haven't-"

"I haven't slept with Chris. I don't want to. Oli, I wasn't lying when I said I cared about you. And I wouldn't do it with just anybody." Bit felt her brother relax, the tension in his muscles disappearing instantly. "I don't know what any of this means, but I'm here now. I want to make the most of it."

Oli pulled Bit into him kissed her deeply. His blood surged through his veins, and it was if something inside of him had awoken when their lips touched. He felt like the happiest man in the world. When they finally pulled apart, they smiled bashfully at one another before embracing. 

"I've missed you, too," Oli whispered. Bit just closed her eyes and clung to him tightly, breathing him in and trying to commit this moment to memory. 

The door swung open with a creak, and Matt's sturdy frame cast a shadow over the siblings.

"Oh, hey guys," he stammered, smiling. "Didn't realize you were in here. You can go upstairs if you want."

"They're brother and sister, man," said Luke, who had coasted up behind Matt with a fresh drink in hand. Matt's mischievous look vanished.

"Oli and I were just talking," Bit explained, sensing her brother's rising panic. "I was having a moment." Matt nodded understandingly and left the two alone again. 

"I hate secrets," Oli groaned, rubbing his temples. "Are we actually going to do this?"

"Do what?" Bit was preoccupied with rubbing her older brother's shoulders.

"Keep sneaking around like this. Wouldn't your life be so much easier if we were normal?"

"Too late for that now," she said nonchalantly. "Besides, we've got no choice. Unless you want to stop?"

Oli thought about it for a long, hard moment. He had never felt anything quite like this before. Seeing his sister made his heart pound in his chest, and he thought about her all the time. She had become the object of his every fantasy. 

"No," he said. Bit beamed up at him again. Apparently he'd said the right thing. "But I worry that you'll change your mind and I'll be stuck wanting something I can't have. We're taking a lot of risks."

"Oli, I'm not going to cast you away, like what we had was some one night stand," Bit insisted, frowning and looking him straight in the eye. "I've practically given myself to you. I've made my choice and I'm sticking to it."

"That's comforting, but promise me you'll tell me if-"

"Shut up," Bit smiled wickedly as she pressed her finger against his lips. "We won't get caught. And I promise you won't lose me." She locked her fingers in his and led him from the bathroom and back to the party. 

They situated themselves in a quiet corner where they could watch people dancing and still remain fairly anonymous amongst the crowd. Still, Oli was too nervous to lay even a finger on his sister for fear of being spotted by Matt, Luke, or any of the other people who might've caught wind of their relation. 

"Relax, Oli," Bit whispered. She placed a comforting hand on his thigh, and he flinched. It was obvious that the weed had made her more relaxed and unconcerned. "Don't you like my dress?"

"You know I do," he choked. He surveyed her quickly, becoming reacquainted with the landscape of her gently curving body. "This is unfair."

"You're not having fun?" Elizabeth joked, grinning at her older brother and nudging him gently in the ribs. She could tell that he was practically crawling out of his skin; he was a good boy, afraid of getting caught with his hands dirty. And, metaphorically speaking, they were filthy. Elizabeth leaned in close. "You wanna get out of here?"

Oli swallowed hard. There was nothing he'd have liked better. He simply nodded, and together they left. 

When they got back to the apartment, both of the siblings were relieved to find that Eric was nowhere to be seen. Oliver closed and locked the door behind them and went to the kitchen, where Elizabeth was rummaging in the fridge. She emerged from the halogen glow with two beers in hand, kicking the refrigerator door shut with her foot. Oliver stood still in the doorway of the kitchen, his hands in his pockets and his shoulders hunched up around his ears. Bit snickered and glided up to him, running her fingers down his chest. 

"Can you just relax?" 

"Sorry," he replied, sighing loudly as his shoulders slackened. "I can't believe you're here." Bit handed a beer to him and beckoned for him to follow her into his bedroom. He was all too happy to follow. 

She took a swig of her beer and set it down on the dresser. 

"Mind if I make myself comfortable?" she asked, grinning as Oli eyed her very interestedly. He nodded dumbly. She tried to kick off her shoes but lost her balance and stumbled. She would have fallen if Oli hadn't jumped forward to catch her. 

"Maybe you don't need another one of these," he observed, pushing his sister's beer farther back on the dresser. She giggled, nuzzling him affectionately, and he could feel her warm breath on his neck. 

"Maybe you're right." She turned to face him fully and gazed sedately into his eyes. He could tell that she was getting sleepy, but he secretly hoped that she might last a little longer. She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned into him. For several moments they stood, intertwined, basking in one another's presence. They returned to a familiar place in their lives after a long hiatus. 

"Bit?" Oli asked, finally breaking the silence. 

"Hmm?" 

"You need to sleep," he advised. "Let's get in bed."

"Mmm, let's!" she replied as enthusiastically as such a drowsy person could. She ground her pelvis against him obscenely, and Oli's breath caught in his throat. Exercising tremendous effort, he peeled his little sister away from him. 

"That's not what I meant. You're gonna be wicked hung-over in the morning if you don't get some rest."

"Oh, that's nonsense," she said, her feeble protest truncated by a massive yawn. She wriggled out of the red dress before Oli had time to look away, and she stood before him in only a low-rise, black, lacy thong. She sure had an affinity for lace.

"Let me get you something to sleep in." Oli went to his closet, trying to avoid staring at his sister's nubile body, and retrieved an old sweatshirt. "Is this ok?" Elizabeth nodded, tracing her finger around her right nipple absentmindedly. Oliver practically forced his eyes shut. In that brief moment, she closed the distance between them and he felt her hands on his upper arms. 

"Look at me," Elizabeth demanded. Oliver opened his eyes and saw how incredibly close his sister was so him. She pressed her lips to his, and he eagerly returned her kiss. Her tongue was wet as she pushed it roughly into his mouth, and he accepted it gamely. When she was satisfied with his level of interest, she pulled away.

"Bit, I-"

"You don't want to?" She looked stricken. He smoothed her hair away from her face in an attempt to pacify her. 

"Of course I do. It's just that...well, you're a bit drunk," he confessed, bashfully. Elizabeth looked at her brother for a few long moments, before bursting into a fit of giggles.

"Who knew you were so romantic?" she asked. "I get it. You want me to remember."

"Well, yeah. But I also want to be sure that you're willing."

"Oli, you're not that charming." She grinned to make sure he knew she was joking. "And I am definitely willing." 

"Well, I hope we'll have another chance," he said softly. 

"Me, too." Elizabeth slipped into her brother's narrow bed and lay down. She watched with satisfaction as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his lean and toned body inch by inch. He hung the shirt in his closet and took no time at all in shedding his pants. He locked the door, shut off the light, and scooted into bed next to Elizabeth. They situated themselves comfortably, and Oliver drew Elizabeth to him. She nestled against him, her head fitting nicely in the niche of his shoulder. She placed a soft kiss on his neck and, before long, the siblings had drifted off to sleep.

Oliver woke early the next morning. The apartment was quiet and his sister was still immersed in a gentle slumber, her legs tangled in the sheet and his worn sweatshirt scrunched up around her ribcage. He wanted to rouse her from sleep, but decided against it. Instead, he propped himself up on his elbow and surveyed the vision before him. The first things he noticed were her feet. She had small, pampered, aristocratic feet- if you could call feet that. And dainty little ankles. Her slender calves curved up to her full, creamy thighs, forming the sexiest pair of legs he'd ever had the pleasure of being in bed with. He so wished to nibble at the insides of those scrumptious thighs. 

His eyes traveled over Elizabeth's barely-there underwear that pressed so insistently against her mound, and settled on her smooth torso. She had a petite, curved waist, but her body was very much existent to him. Especially those breasts, which were hidden by the rumpled sweatshirt. He smiled mischievously to himself and inched the fabric up so it rested just above her gorgeous breasts. Elizabeth stirred slightly, her back arching off the bed, thrusting her chest into the air. Oli couldn't have been more pleased. Each gently rounded sphere of flesh was topped with a semi-hard, rosy nipple. They are so perfect, Oli remarked to himself. Suddenly his sister made a little noise in her throat, and her eyelids crinkled as consciousness approached. If she was going to wake up, Oliver decided he wanted to be a part of it. He bent forward, dropping his head down to her chest, and tentatively flicked his tongue over her right nipple. She sighed, but didn't wake. Feeling a little more confident, and a lot more horny, he took her nipple into his warm mouth and ran his tongue over it, catching it gently between his teeth. She gasped and woke with a start. A grin spread across Oliver's face.

"Mmm...Oli?" When she picked up her head, they were close enough that he only had to inch forward to brush his lips against hers. 

"Good morning," he said cheerfully.

"Indeed," Elizabeth replied, snickering. "What time is it?" She dropped her arm over the edge of the bed, groping blindly for something. After a moment, she got a curious look on her face.

"What?" Oli demanded, frowning. "What is it?" Elizabeth raised her eyebrows and, with a flourish, produced a magazine from beneath the bed. It took a second for it to register with Oli before he was blushing furiously. He lunged across his sister to grab the porn mag. 

"Not so fast, big brother." Bit rolled away from him and stood up, out of his reach. She flipped through the magazine with apparent interest. "Ooh, do you like that?"

"Bit, stop," he groaned, burying his face in the pillow. He couldn't believe he hadn't hidden it better. "This is so embarrassing." 

"Now, wait a second. I think I could manage this." She postured herself so that her back was to him, with her ass sticking out suggestively. She pulled up her sweatshirt and grabbed a breast in each hand, and peeked over her shoulder at her brother, who had inched the pillow down below his eyes. "What do you think?" 

"I think you've got an ass like a peach," he admitted, before smacking her playfully on the behind. She squealed and jumped away from him. 

"Ow, you asshole!" 

"Sorry." She could tell he wasn't the least bit apologetic. "Let me make it better." He kicked the sheets back to show his forming erection in his boxers. Her chest shook with silent laughter. 

"I want nothing to do with you," she lied, turning her nose up at him. He clambered to his feet, and proceeded to chase her around the little room, finally trapping her between himself and his dresser. She fought against him, but he was stronger, and in only a second he had both of her wrists pinned behind her back. He was rock hard now, and he took great pleasure in rubbing his shaft against her crotch, the only barrier between them being the thin material of her panties. She groaned and tried to press herself against him, but he wouldn't allow it. He liked having control for once. Shifting both of her fragile wrists into one of his large hands, he used the other to retrieve a tie from the top drawer of his dresser. For a moment her brow was furrowed, but then a look of comprehension came across her face. 

"You've gotta be shitting me," she snorted. 

"Nope," he replied, kissing her neck tenderly as he fastened the knot around her wrists. "Spread your legs." He hooked his forefingers around the waistband of her thong and pulled it down. When it had fallen down to her ankles, she stepped out of it, all the while glaring at Oliver. 

"I resent this, you know," she snarled, as he sat her down on the bed. She looked up at him and stuck her tongue out. 

"You won't in a minute." And then, unexpectedly, he sunk to his knees so that they were almost at eye level. He pushed her knees apart and traced a finger up her slit. She shuddered. When she was beginning to moisten, he pushed a finger gently inside and curled it upward. 

"Oh, god," she whispered, scooting forward on the bed so he could gain more access. When he bent over and sucked her clit into his mouth, she nearly screamed. It had been so long. He rolled his tongue over her nub in a fluid motion and began pushing his finger in and out of her hot tunnel. "Don't stop." Oli pulled his fingers out and ran his tongue all the way up her slit, letting it dip into her wet hole before swirling it around her clit. He could hear her ragged breathing, and he could feel her legs beginning to quiver. He was aching for her, but if this was to be his last chance for some time, he was going to draw it out until neither of them could stand it any longer. 

Oli took a moment to focus specifically on his sister's clit, moving his tongue in a side to side motions. He felt the hard nub pressing against his tongue, and he could taste her freely flowing juices now. 

"Shit, Oli. Oh shit!" Her voice was a raspy whisper, and he could see her struggling against the confines of the tie as her shoulders rose and fell. He knew it wouldn't be long before she came. So he stopped. "Wh-what?!" She got the most bewildered look on her face, and Oliver smiled. 

"My turn," he explained simply. He stood up and smiled down at his sister. Grudgingly, and with her teeth, she removed his boxers. 

"Fuck you, by the way," she grumbled. 

"You will, soon enough," he assured her. He chuckled, fully aware of her sexual frustration. Still, she opened her mouth to receive him, and he couldn't help grunting as her warm tongue ran along the underside of his shaft. A drop of pre-cum trickled out onto her tongue, and she tightened her lips around him, suckling gently. She was about to reach a hand to forward to cradle his balls, when it occurred to her that she couldn't. Serves him right, she thought to herself. She swirled her tongue around his cock, and relaxed her throat as best she good, before taking him deeper. He was pleasantly surprised at the feeling of his tip bumping against the back of her throat, and even more so when she began humming rhythmically, sending vibrations up through his pulsing member. 

"That's...that's really good," he stammered, pumping his hips forward. Elizabeth tasted another dribble of pre-cum, and she knew that he was getting close. With great pleasure, she slid her mouth up to the head of his dick and released it. "What the hell?!" Oliver was clearly frazzled, and Elizabeth could not have been gladder.




Sexual Siblings Ch. 03



"How was that?" she asked, her face awash in triumph.

"Okay," he nodded, electing to finish the job manually. "I see your point." Elizabeth stomped on his foot. 

"Clearly, you don't, asshole. If I can't finish, neither can you," she explained. His face lit up, suddenly remembering Bit's predicament. 

"Shit, I almost forgot," he said, motioning for her to stand. She did, and he spun her so that she faced away from him. Slowly, he loosened the knot and unwound the tie from around Bit's wrists. She shook her arms and rotated her wrists, to get the blood flowing again. Oli rubbed his sister's arms comfortingly, and then let his hands drift to her waist. He toyed with the hem of the sweatshirt, working it up slowly. She assisted him by pulling her arms out of the sleeve holes, and he tugged it over her head. Both siblings were now naked. 

"You're beautiful," he mumbled. He gathered her hair and dropped it over her shoulder and pressed his warm mouth against her neck. He kissed her tenderly there and then in the sloping spot just behind her ear, and again at the nape of her neck where it met her spine. She squirmed and pushed back against his chest. 

"Hold me." She reached back, took his forearms, and pulled them around her hips. She felt his penis, which had softened some, begin to harden again against the crack of her ass. She wiggled her hips just enough to grab his attention. She slid herself along the top of his shaft, letting the tip bump against the hard nub of her clit. His breath rushed out of him and skittered across her bare flesh. 

"Can I have you now?" he pleaded in her ear. Apparently, it was a rhetorical question. "Either way, I am going to take you." One hand cupped Bit's waist and the other applied gentle pressure to her upper back, and she bent over obligingly, placing her hands on the bed for balance.

"What's the hold-up back there?" she asked, when Oli didn't immediately enter her. 

"Just admiring," he conceded simply. She grumbled, unsatisfied with his answer, and pushed back just enough that the head of his cock brushed against the lips of her pussy. "Okay, okay. Somebody's impatient."

"Oli, it would be great if you could just shut up and fuck me. You've tortured me enough this morning." He agreed with that. Positioning himself behind her, he nudged his rod into her slick entrance. She yelped softly and rocked back against him, and he watched her swallow him up. They paused. 

Bit took several long moments to enjoy her reunion with her brother after six months of abstinence. The feel of her brother filling her and stretching her was like two halves of a whole coming together. Oli was deep inside her, she could feel that when she tensed and relaxed her muscles (this provoked amusing results from her brother). Part of her never wanted to leave this bedroom, now that they were there together.

Finally, Oliver grew impatient. He pulled out almost to the tip and plunged himself back into her, and she gave a breathy moan. He began to pump slowly at first, building up to a steady rhythm. Bit was growing wetter by the minute. She lifted one hand off the bed and nestled a finger against her clit, rubbing in slow and deliberate circles. Each of them was breathing harder now, and Bit rotated her hips so she could feel him everywhere inside of her. She needed more of him, and Oli's hunger even surpassed hers. He began to pound against her more enthusiastically and her whole body was jolted forward with the force of his thrusts. He moaned as she began working her muscles again; he hadn't known that she could do that voluntarily, but he was glad that she could. Still slamming against her, he snaked one hand forward and pushed hers away. He rubbed her clit in quick, hard circles, and she used her now-free hand to massage her breasts. She moaned his name, something she'd only done once or twice, if ever. 

"Do you think Eric is going to hear us?" she stammered, her voice undulating with the rhythm of their fucking. 

"Dunno," he grunted, his cognitive functions lagging behind his more primitive biological ones. "He might not even be home." He was bargaining on that conjecture. Bit couldn't be bothered to press the issue. Instead, she pressed back against him once more, relishing the feeling of her hot cunt embracing and conforming to every ridge and vein of Oli's cock. She tightened herself around him again and released. It was mutually advantageous. 

Oli still wanted to go deeper, to meld his straining body into her writhing frame. He leaned over and placed a kiss on the small of her back, tasting the salt in the thin layer of perspiration that had formed there. 

"Touch yourself again," he growled. She obeyed. He used both hands to spread her cheeks apart, affording him a little more contact and the sweet sight of Bit's delicate, puckered asshole. He had an idea, but wasn't sure how well it would go over. 

Oli slowed his rhythm and pulled out of his sister partially. When there was space, he slipped his right pinky into his sister's hot snatch, between her vaginal wall and his cock. Bit made a noise of surprise and curiosity, but she permitted it. When the digit was slippery with her juice, he withdrew it and resumed his rhythm, much to Bit's approval. And then, after a second of hesitation, he pressed the tip of his finger against the tight orifice. It was met with some resistance, but a few moments later, Oli was able to sink his finger halfway to the second knuckle. Bit was taken by surprise, and made a noise that may or may not have represented disapproval, but she didn't stop pushing back against her brother's cock. Oli could feel Bit relax some, and he tentatively pushed his finger deeper, then began to pump it slightly in and out of her asshole. 

"Oh my god, Oli," Bit moaned, throwing her head back as her body began to bubble with excitement. She was feeling good. But she had reservations. "I'm gonna cum soon."

"Not yet," he begged her in a ragged voice. He was running out of time himself. He had to ask, and there was really no delicate way of going about it. "Bit, would you let me fuck you in the ass?" He slowed his thrusting some to allow her to think about that. 

"I don't know, Oli. It'll hurt, won't it?" She looked over her shoulder, her brow furrowed. He had taken her virginity only six months ago and she trusted him, but she wasn't sure she was ready for that. 

"Forget I asked. Don't worry about it," he replied, rubbing her back and picking up the pace again. He withdrew his finger from her. Bit nibbled her lip as her brother shoved himself further inside her still, as deep in thought as she could be while on the verge of an orgasm.

"We can try it," she said, finally. Oli stopped altogether.

"Really?" he said, not sure how he even felt about it. He was motivated more by curiosity than desire to have a fantasy fulfilled. 

"Yes. But please be careful, Oli. I'm trusting you," she confessed. He was so happy to hear her say that. 

"Of course! And if you want me to stop, I will," he assured her. She thanked him, and he pulled out of her. Before preparing for his back-door entrance, he pulled her to him. He kissed her tenderly, pressing his lips against her full, soft mouth. She slipped her tongue around his and sighed softly into his mouth. 

"Okay, you ready to do this?" she asked, when they separated.

"I am. Are you?" He eyed her with a true look of concern, and she couldn't help smiling, albeit weakly. She knew he would take care of her. She nodded. She brought her legs up onto the bed, positioning herself doggy-style. She crawled forward and placed her hands on the low headboard, bracing herself. Oli knee-walked onto the bed and lined up behind her. Dipping the tip of his cock into Bit's slippery tunnel once more, he made sure that he was richly coated in her juices. She felt him bumping against her tight little button. "Here we go. Breathe, babe."

Oli gave a little shove, and the tip of his hard dick popped in. 

"Oh Christ, it's tight in here," Oli gasped. Bit was whimpering softly and Oli wrapped an arm around her torso. "I'm sorry. Do you want me to take it out?"

"N-no...it's ok. Just go slowly," she replied, her voice shaking. Oli pushed himself gradually deeper. 

"Maybe it would help if you played with your clit again?" Bit took his advice, and some of the pain was replaced with pleasure. Oli pulled out some, once Bit's muscles had begun to relax, and then fully inserted his cock inside of her. An ambiguous noise escaped her. Oli was still hesitant, but less so as he felt Bit's ass stretching to accommodate him. He pumped his hips again, and watched as his sister pushed back infinitesimally. He thrust again and, to his relief, Bit moaned softly. He picked up an excruciatingly slow rhythm, and watched as Bit began to arch hear back, her hand working steadily below her all the while. Oli sat back on his heels so that his sister could rest on his lap and control the pace and depth of his pumping. He watched, fascinated, as she lifted herself up, and sank back down on to him. She groaned and leaned back against him, snaking an arm up around his neck. He kissed her cheek and her neck and shoved inside of her a little more roughly. They moaned simultaneously. Oli had never felt that kind of pressure on his member, and it was a totally new form of stimulation for Bit. They were mutually intrigued, but something was missing. 

"Does this feel good?" Oli asked, holding his sister against him now, needing her more badly than he ever had before. 

"Mmm, yes. So good," she replied, her voice husky with desire. She had a slight smile on her face; this was better then any deep tissue massage she's ever received. "But something, feels, uh...kind of empty." 

"What?" He thrust into her, with more ease each time, while trying to figure out what his sister was talking about. "Oh! I get it." With his free arm, he reached down and slipped two fingers into Bit's slick vagina, his hand brushing over hers, which was still rubbing her swollen clit, on the way.   

"Oh fuck," she moaned, now that every area was being taken care of. She began to rise up and sink back onto him with more speed and enthusiasm. The stimulation of her slick hole, clit, and ass made for a completely exquisite sensation. "I'm about to cum." Oli grunted as Bit's entire body to convulse in pure ecstasy. She swore that she was having an experience that was approaching spiritual nirvana. His cock began to twitch inside her tight asshole and his entire body tensed; his fingers in his sister's slippery hole were the only part of his body still moving. 

"Holy shiiiiit!" He yelled as shot a hot load inside of his sister's spasming asshole. All the while, Bit's pussy quivered around his fingers, and she threw her head back to rest on Oli's shoulder. The siblings ground together, heaving and groaning and panting as they came in unison. They were exceptionally talented at that. 

Still attached, the siblings fell forward onto the bed, a sweating heap of sexual satisfaction. Slowly, Oli withdrew all of his appendages from his sister's various orifices. Bit pulled the sheets over them and scooted closer to her brother. Her body was exhausted, and she knew that she and her brother would be falling asleep soon, but there was something she needed to say.

"Oli..." she began. His eyes opened and he smiled sleepily at her. "I love you." He fully comprehended the significance of her statement, and couldn't have been happier to hear her say it.

"I love you so much, Bit. I really do," he whispered. He felt her shiver in his arms, with residual pleasure or something else he did not know. "You know I'd do anything for you, right?"

"I know. I know." She kissed his cheek softly and let her eyes close. There was nothing she needed to communicate that hadn't already been said. With an immense sense of relief between them, Oli and Bit snuggled closer together and settled in for a long, content lovers' sleep.



Sexual Siblings



"Oli," she moaned, quietly at first. Interestingly enough, her brother was walking past the bathroom at that precise moment, intending to retrieve a CD from his room. 

"Oli! Oli! Ungh...yes!" she gasped as she came. Her body quivered with pleasure as her orgasm washed over her . There was a click and a creak as the bathroom door opened. Elizabeth let her body fall against the shower wall, still recovering. Oliver stood outside the shower, just able to see the outline of his sister's naked body through the steamy shower door. He was mesmerized by the curvature of her breasts, her perfectly rounded, tight ass. He couldn't be completely sure, but he was almost positive that she had just been moaning his name. His cock throbbed inside his jeans and he was desperate for release. Not now, he thought. She's my sister. This is so fucked up. Beyond the obvious, there was the possibility that she could shut off the water and step out of the shower at any moment. Quietly, Oliver backed out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He returned to the living room where Billy sat on the couch, channel surfing.

"I need a beer," Oliver stated bluntly, striding over to the fridge. "You want one?"

"Dude, it's like...noon."

"You want one or not?" Oliver asked, opening the fridge.

"Sure, why not?" Billy replied. Oliver took two bottles from the fridge and popped the caps off before returning to the couch. "Hey, didn't you just go to your room to get a CD?"

"Oh, yeah, right. I got a little...distracted," Oliver confessed. Billy's eyes widended, and Oliver turned to see what he was looking at. Elizabeth had just walked into the living room, dripping wet and wrapped in a towel that just barely covered her ass. 

"Oh, hey guys," she said, smiling and walking toward the fridge. "Hi, Billy."

"Hey, Elizabeth," Billy said, craning his neck to watch her as she bent and retrieved a beer from the fridge. She found the bottle opener on the counter and popped the top off of her beer. 

"Uh, Bit?" Oliver looked questioningly at his sister, trying not to stare at her chest, her ass, or her long, smooth legs. Individual drops of water still glistened on her skin. 

"Yes, Oli?"

"You're a little young to drink, don't you think?"

"I'll be 19 tomorrow," Elizabeth replied, her eyes glintining mischeifvously. "And it's not like I'm going to get drunk and do something regrettable. You're here, after all." She looked Oliver straight in the eye when she said this, and at that moment he was thankful for the pillow resting on his lap. She took a sip of her beer and walked in the direction of the couch. She stood in front of them and removed her mouth slowly from the opening of the bottle, tracing it with the tip of her tongue. Oliver's dick twitched beneath the pillow and his breath caught in his throat. Had she seriously just done that? 

"Well, I'm going to my room," Elizabeth said, finally. She walked past the couch, running a finger down Oliver's neck. "You boys behave." She left them in electrified silence. Finally, Billy spoke. 

"Yo, you need to fuck your sister." Oliver let out a trembling breath. He was slowly coming to that realization himself. 

Elizabeth was perched in her desk chair, flipping absentmindedly through a textbook, when her bedroom door opened. A second later, Oliver poked his head in, looking slightly dissapointed.

"Thought you'd catch me again, Oli?" He responded with a smile as he entered the room, closing the door behind him. 

"Couldn't sleep, actually. And I wanted to be the first person to wish you a happy birthday." Elizabeth glanced at the clock on her desk, noting that it was 1:30 am, and techincally her birthday. 

"Thanks, bro." She stood, and Oliver's breath caught in his throat as he took her in. She was wearing Oliver's soccer jersey from high school and a pair of lacy white panties. She was the epitome of innocence and it was driving him wild. She hugged him eagerly, and whispered in his ear. "Can I have my present now?"

"Uh, no. It's um...not ready." Oliver gently pried himself away from Elizabeth, feeling his boundaries dissapating. "Bit, can we talk? Like, for real?"

"I'm a virgin," Elizabeth said, sitting down on her bed and inviting her brother to do the same. "If you were still wondering."

"I thought so," Oliver replied, averting his eyes so he wouldn't be tempted by his sister's near-nakedness. "That is, until this afternoon. Remember, when you came out in just a towel?"

"Oh, that." Elizabeth turned beet red, remembering the sex kitten routine she'd put on. "Honestly, I don't know what came over me. It was like I was in a lustful trance or something. I was just trying to impress you."

"Me? I thought you were doing all that for Billy." Oliver paused to reevaluate the situation. What his sister had just said confused things a lot, moreso than before. 

"I don't know why I did it. To tease you, mostly. I've ruined everything," she cried, her face falling into her hands. Oliver pulled his sister into his arms, placing a kiss on her head. "After all this time, we started getting close again. And I fucked it all up by acting stupid."

"You didn't, I promise," Oliver assured her, raising her face so he could look into her eyes. He felt his pants beginning to tent as his adorable little sister gazed up at him. He had to go to bed if there was any hope of making things right between them. "I feel closer to you than ever. Get some sleep, and you'll feel better tomorrow. Goodnight."

"Night, Oli." He closed the door and hurried to his room, cock in hand before he'd even crossed the threshhold. 

Oliver and Elizabeth were enjoying a walk through the woods, laughing and reminiscing when they spotted the fort. Grabbing Elizabeth's hand, Oliver pulled her over to it. It looked so much smaller now, compared to when the two had been children.

"Jesus, it's so tiny in there," Oliver commented as he peeked through the doorway. Elizabeth got a guilty look on her face as she had a thought.

"Oli, what would you have done if you'd found me fucking somebody in here?" She didn't even blush when he looked back at her in surprise. He realized that she had asked the question in earnest, and was incredibly turned on by it. She was asking, and so he decided to answer truthfully. 

"Can't say for sure. I'd probably have run home to jack off." He almost regretted speaking, until a naughty grin spread across his sister's face. They began the walk home, both of them feeling equally horny and unsure. Suddenly, a fat raindrop landed on Elizabeth's face. She looked up, just as the sky released a massive downpour. They grasped hands and began to run back toward the house, shreiking and laughing as the rain soaked their clothes. In the back of his mind, Oliver hoped that he would have the pleasure of peeling the damp clothes from Elizabeth's body.

"It's my birthday, and it's fucking raining!" Elizabeth exclaimed as they ran onto the porch, panting from the sprint. "And we're completely soaked." Oliver removed his sopping wet t-shirt and cargo shorts without hesitation. 

"Pardon me, Bit. It's just that I don't want to drip all over the house." She shrugged and stripped down to her bra and panties. Together they entered the house, which was completely silent. They had it all to themselves. 

"Oli, can I borrow a sweatshirt or something? Mine are all in the wash and I'm freezing." He nodded distractedly, ogling her body. Her nipples poked through the thin material of her bra as she stood there shivering. "Now, please?" 

"Oh, right. Yeah." Oliver led the way to his room and pulled a hoodie from his closet. "Here." Elizabeth reached behind her back, undoing her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Oliver's jaw dropped when he saw her gorgeous, full tits. He marveled at her hardened, rosy nipples. 

"I hope you don't mind," Elizabeth said. Instead of putting her sweatshirt on, she placed her hands on her hips and thrust her chest out. She would never admit it, but she was aroused by the way her brother stared at her. She eyed his boxers hungrily. "Take those off. They're all wet." 

"What?" Oliver couldn't believe his ears.

"It's my birthday, so I'm calling the shots."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, shedding his boxers. There was no way to hide his erection now. 

"That'd better be my birthday gift."

"Part of it," Oliver admitted, finally accepting the fact that he had been thinking about this for the past three days. Elizabeth sauntered over to her brother, placing a steamy kiss on his lips. There was no turning back. They were both acutely aware of how wrong their actions were, but couldn't stop themselves. Elizabeth was electrified as her brother's stiff cock came in contact with her panty-clad crotch. Slowly, she began to rub herself against it. Oliver hooked a finger in the waistline of Elizabeth's panties, but she slapped his hand away. 

"If you want them off, you'll have to remove them with your teeth," she explained, forcing herself not to smile. Oliver fell to his knees and grasped his sister's panties in his mouth. She let out a little gasp as he pulled them down her slender legs. It was too much for Elizabeth to handle. She pushed Oliver down upon the bed and straddled him, planting a trail of kisses down his body. 

"Do you usually do this?" Oliver stammered, completely enamored with the vision of his sister's mouth inching slowly toward his crotch. He knew he ought to stop her, but he had absolutely no desire to. 

"Seduce my brother? It's a new thing for me." She giggled as he picked her up and tossed her down on the bed again, forcing her legs apart. 

"Silly me, I've forgotten my manners. It's your birthday. Let me give you something special," Oliver said, spreading his sister's legs and lowering his face to her slick cunt. He ran his tongue up her slit, paying special attention to her clit. She sunk her teeth into her lip, her skin tingling with sexual desire. 

"Oh my god," Elizabeth gasped, arching her back as Oliver's tongue darted inside her moist vagina. She began panting loudly when he inserted a finger, pumping slowly as he flicked his tongue back and forth across her swollen clit. She clenched the sheets in her fists; the pressure was bulding up inside of her and she needed to let it out. Oliver lapped at Elizabeth's slippery pussy with renewed enthusiasm as she began to moan his name loudly. Eagerly, he imbibed her slick juices as she became increasingly wild. She bucked her hips to meet his tongue, trembling as a collosal orgasm tore through her body. Oliver smiled with satisfaction, watching Elizabeth's chest rise and fall with each shallow breath. To his surprise, she closed her legs when he returned to lick up her fresh cum. 

"What's wrong?" Oliver asked, his brow furrowed. 

"Nothing. That was fucking amazing, but you can't be down there right now. It's too sensitive," she replied, still recovering. Oliver crept back up her body and kissed his little sister eagerly, deliriously horny. Elizabeth grasped her brother's rock hard penis in her hand and began to stroke it slowly. She wanted desperately to get him off, to taste him. The siblings switched positions, and Elizabeth took Oliver's cock into her mouth eagerly. She dragged her tongue over every inch of his throbbing cock and her pussy began to moisten as her brother thrust into her mouth. Cradling his balls in one hand, she ran her tongue up his shaft, flicking it over the head.

"Bit, uuuhhhngh," Oliver was so close to climax that he could hardly speak. "I'm about to cum." He had been so ready for so long that it took very little effort on her part. Still, she bobbed her head up and down on his cock, swirling her tongue around it in sheer delight. "Oh, shit." That was all the warning he gave. His entire body jerked violently, and he released a massive load of jizz into her waiting mouth. Twitching, his cock emmited jet after jet of hot semen. Despite her best efforts to swallow it all, a bit of Oliver's cum dripped onto Elizabeth's pert breasts. 

"How was that, Oli?" Elizabeth asked, once she had licked up all the leftovers. She scooted up next to him on the bed and watched him curiously. 

"Amazing. Mindblowing. You are the best," he rasped, his fingers traveling down to her pussy once more. He fondled her for a few moments until she removed his hand. 

"I want you to fuck me." Oliver sat bolt upright, eyes wide open. Already his cock was hardening.

"What? That's a whole 'nother ballgame."

"Your point being?"

"You're my sister!" he stood up, pacing nervously across the room. 

"Get over it. I'm not trying to marry you. You just ate me out, remember?" she slipped a finger into her soaking wet pussy, moaning audibly. "Look, you're hard already. Don't you want me?"

"To fuck you would be wrong, though. I couldn't."

"Ok, then," Elizabeth sighed, removing her hand and getting up. "Somebody's gotta do it. I think I'll go call Billy."

"Hell no. You're my sister, I'm gonna do it." Oliver grabbed Elizabeth and threw her down on the bed, spreading her legs. "Are you sure? It's gonna hurt."

"I know, I can handle it. Just be gentle with me." Ravenously, he kissed her, ecstatic at the opporunity to make his dream come true. He hadn't even realized how much he wanted her until now, and he ran his cock up and down her slit in eager anticipation. 

She watched as he slowly pushed the head of his dick into her well lubricated hole. He couldn't believe this was happening to him.

"Deep breaths," he reminded her, inching his cock in, bit by bit. He rubbed her clit in an effort to pleasure her, making his entrance easier. 

"Fuck," she yelped, as he shoved himself completely inside the narrow passageway. She was very wet, but still experienced some slight discomfort as he took her cherry.

"Sorry," he moaned. He'd never fucked a virgin before; it was the tightest pussy he'd ever had. He felt sure his brain was malfunctioning- he couldn't even formulate thoughts. There was only one thing running through his head: THRUST. "You ok?" 

"I think so." She'd barely finished speaking when he pulled out almost completely, then thrust against her roughly. Elizabeth winced, slowly adjusting to the discomfort of her brother's massive penis occupying her most sacred space. Gradually, she began to writhe against him. The pain was fading, and being replaced by indescribable pleasure. As he carefully moved his cock in and out of his sister's tight cunt, Oliver bent to kiss her neck. She'd always been ticklish there. 

"Oli...this feels...so good," she whispered in his ear, wrapping her legs around his waist and pushing him deeper inside. 

"I can't believe we're doing this. This is fucked up," he replied, the words tumbling from his mouth. 

"Soooo fucked up." Her breathing grew increasingly ragged as he rammed her with reckless abandon. He hoped he wasn't hurting her, because there was no more holding back. 

"Bit! uuuuhhhhh, Bit! Fuck!" Oliver was practically incoherent as he pumped her voraciously. She bucked against him wildly with each thrust, ecstatic. They fell into a steady, rapid rhythm, slamming the bedframe against a wall as they fucked furiously. 

"Oli! Oli! Fuck me! Oh yes, oh god, oooooohhhhh!!" she moaned at the top of her lungs and pulled Oliver deeper inside her still. 

"I'm about to cum! Jesus christ!" he groaned. 

"I'm cuuummmmiiiinnngg!!" She grinded her cunt against his thick cock in desperation. Her body shook with pleasure, and for a moment she was completely unaware of everything beside Oliver's penis slipping in and out of her sopping wet pussy. Oliver's face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain as Elizabeth dug her fingernails into his back, her tight pussy spasming around his throbbing cock. They climaxed at precisely the same moment. Oliver's penis twitched as he shot a load of hot cum into her, and she felt a ripple of fiery bliss run through her entire body. 

Panting and sweating, they collapsed on the bed, basking in the delectable aftershock of what they'd just done. The bond that they had perviously thought to be destroyed was back again, stronger than ever in so many ways. 

"Thank you, Bit."

"You're amazing, Oli."

"Happy birthday, little sister."