11 comments/ 182391 views/ 49 favorites A Day At Home Ch. 01 By: Azshade I didn't want to go to school. It was a really nice day outside, and I stayed up a bit late. I just didn't want to go. Luckily, I have some pretty laid back parents. They knew school sucked at times, and I was a good student (in my final year). S so when I said... "Mum, I don't want to go to school today." "Have you got a test, any assignments due?" "No. I just don't feel like going." "Oh wow great excuse r-tard", taunted Sarah. "Shut it Sarah!" "Children please. If you don't have any tests, you can stay home on the proviso you clean the kitchen, your room and vacuum." "Maybe I want to go to school then?" "Your university classes are too important to miss Sarah. Kyle, the decision is yours, I'm off to work." "And, unlike someone I know, I'm going to school!" And that was it. Mum and sis left and I decided to stay at home. Although I wasn't keen on cleaning, I sort of... well ya see.. I was 18 ok. 18 and single. I was... you know... hanging out for some time with myself and Mrs Palmer. It didn't take long to straighten up my room, I'm normally pretty neat anyhow. The kitchen was, you know, a kitchen. And I did a half assed job vacuuming so I had the whole thing down by lunch. It was at this point, though I didn't know it at the time, that I'd do something that would change the course of my life. My friend, Ryan, had an elder brother Sam. Sam used to tell us all sorts of amazing stories about girls he slept with. I didn't know if any of it was true, I just liked the fact he had a massive porno collection. Spindles of burnt DVDs of everything you can't imagine. However just two days earlier, Sam was talking about some drugs. "Hey bro what are these?" Ryan asked as he picked up some pills. "Hey put that the fuck down dude that shit's expensive." "What is it?" I asked, as Sam wrestled with Ryan to get his drugs back. "It's called V10, it's some new super drug like Viagra, only way more powerful. Gives you a stiffy for ages, chicks dig it apparently." "Apparently?" I asked, confused by his choice of words. "Yeah well, to be perfectly honest I've not tried it yet. I've been waiting to try it with Julie but I can never find the time." "I bet that shit don't do nothing. Sam you bought smarties!" "Shut the fuck up dude. The guy I got it off is legit." Insert sibling argument, punch up thingy here. Whilst those two were fucking around, I managed to sneak me 2 pills. It was the reason I didn't go to school today. And so, it was lunchtime. I'd just watched the lunch time news and got a boner over the weather chick. I figured it was a good 4 hours 'til Sarah got home from university (which she still called school for some crazy reason). I sat there, in front of the TV with the curtains all pulled and looked at the pills. I'd never taken drugs before and I was a little scared. At the same time, a boner that lasts for such a long time... when would I ever get this opportunity again. I took both the pills. I already had an erection so I figured why waste any time. I flicked over the channels and caught Daisy Fuentes flogging some exercise gym thingy. That'd do me. Quick as a flash I had my pants down and was going full slather. Nothing felt different, until I started reaching the 'end'. I felt ready, I felt like it was going to happen. My orgasm was coming. But it didn't. Nothing. I was sitting on the brink without release. I hadn't cum. I felt like I was about to, heck I was even making that silly face and my legs got all tense, but couldn't go over the edge. So I did the only thing I could. I kept beating off. Harder, faster, quicker. Oh it felt great. It felt like I was about to cum with the force of the Guns of the Navarone, but all I got was a big fat nothing. I stopped. I had to, I was about to have a heart attack. I was sitting there panting, sweating with this big fat boner staring me in the face. As I calmed down I thought about where to go from here. I've had this sort of thing happen before, a boner that wouldn't go away. It normally happened when I'd been wanking hard a few times in one day though, and not the first time in a few days! Regardless, the only cure, from previous experience, was to get more into it. I decided it was time to start bringing out the big guns. I jumped down under the TV and started flicking through the DVDs. Not boob spectacular movies like Dead or Alive no, I needed the real hardcore shit. Sarah's swimming meet 2008 Ok so I had a thing for my sister. Don't roll your eyes at me! She's fucking hot. At first I went through all the "oh this is icky and wrong" bullshit that you're probably all thinking now but these days, I can live with it. She's a fucking honey and when she's not being a bitch she can be really quite nice. She's got the perfect swimmers body; that is, without getting those man shoulders. Quite a little aqua dynamic hourglass figure. Seeing her in a 1 piece, so tight (to squish her tits in and create less drag) that her nipples are as clear as day. The way that her swimsuit was cut to make it look like her legs when up to her armpits. Oh man.... Fap fap fap fap. Damn she's hot, but still no orgasm. I sat there for god knows how long, beating off to her (and all her delicious swimming friends). So many honeys with pokie nipples. So much raw sex appeal it'd get a 90 year old off, but alas, not me, not that day. I was getting stressed, and to be honest, my arms (I had switched a few times) were getting tired from all the vigorous pumping. I decided the next step was the internet, for 2 reasons. I wanted some hardcore porn, I didn't care what. Fisting, vaginal pumping, BDSM, anal, squirting, watersports, whatever. ANYTHING to help me. But before that I wanted to look this V10 up. I wanted to find out what I had taken and how long it would last. In retrospect, I really should've done that first. All I found, besides the technical mumbo jumbo, was site after site of case studies where V10 had gone bad. Permanent erections caused tissue failure, diesel dick, they called it. Where, in bad cases, the dick might even die off. DIE OFF! Jesus fuck! Emasculation due to permanent stiffy! Oh man, if I ever had a reason to beat off, I'd found it. I started whacking it like my life depended on it, and as far as I was concerned, it did. I must have spent a good 30 minutes straight going full pelt, and even now, after all this time and all these near misses. Still nothing. My dick was now starting to look like a kid's knee after a bike accident. Red raw, and blazing hot. I was saturated in sweat and I basically needed to calm it all down. I decided a cool shower might help, if nothing else than to relieve my red hot penis, and I figured a shower wank might be of benefit. By the time I hit the shower I was so exhausted wanking wasn't even a thought. But after I stepped out, and I looked down and saw Mr Popsicle staring back, I knew this was still the calm before the storm. I sat on the toilet and, since my right arm was still pretty tired, took to beating off, again, with my left. Fap fap fap. My mind was awash with weather girls, Sarah, hot teens in swimsuits, and fisting videos. I tried to focus on it all and kept going at it, I was zoning. So much so that when I heard the voice yell out "Oh fuck" I wasn't entirely sure it was real. It was. It was the sound of Sarah catching me, butt naked jerking off sitting on the toilet. "Oh fuck" she yelped as she turned and made a bee-line for the door. "WAIT!" I yelled out. Now, I don't know what I thought I was going to do. In the state of mind, state of panic, I found myself in at that time I wanted Sarah there for moral support. Well that and, if nothing else, I needed her to know that this was a serious wank I was having. It was a medical procedure. "WAIT!" I jumped and ran past her slamming the door shut. I managed to grab a towel and badly hide my naked form. "You've got the help me!" "What the fuck?! Move Kyle!" "Wait no you don't understand!" I told her, well, most of it. I told her that this was a drug induced stiffy and it wasn't going away. "Just shut up you freak! God handle your own problems." She screeched at me. "You've got to help me." I pleaded. "Help you?! What the fuck you want me to do?" You should go to the hospital. "Are you even kidding Sarah? I'm not going to the hospital with a problem of 'big fucking stiffy'" "So what are you going to do?" "I need your help. I need you to stay in here." "WHAT?!" "Look, sis, I figure any chick standing in the same room as me has gotta help me 'focus' on the, pardon the pun, task at hand" "You sick fuck, I'm your sister." "Oh please, I've been beating off to you for years." Fasten all seatbelts we are in for some turbulence. "...." said Sarah. The lack of words perhaps even scarier than anything she might've said. "That sorta came out wrong. Look, all I mean to say is you're a hot body and, well frankly, it's what guys call spank bank material. Cute tits, nic.." "SHUT THE FUCK UP SICKO!" "You should take it as a compliment" "A compliment? That my twisted as fuck brother has been beating off thinking about me, not only for the last few years, but, somehow worse, the last few hours! And now wants me to watch so he gets of faster. That about the sum of it?" What was I going to say? No? "Ahh yeah, pretty much." "You need help, for both your fucking heads." "I could lose my dick, Sarah. If I don't lose my erection, I could REALLY lose my erection. Please." I was serious. This now wasn't a fun and games quick jerk to happy land before sleep. This really was getting intense, and Sarah could start to see it. "You're fucked you are." Sarah dropped her bag and went and stood on the bathmat. Just try and keep the sound down. God I feel sick." And so I sat back down, now with the added titillation of my sister watching (well not really watching) me jerk off. I figured this time for sure. Sarah was the first to speak a few minutes later. "Well?" "It's not working I just can't come." "Well that's sorta a relief I am you're sister after all." "ITS NOT FUCKING YOU! OK! I'VE CUM THINKING ABOUT YOU AT LEAST A HUNDRED TIMES" Woah. That's where I cracked it. I was now screaming at my sister about thinking about her whilst masturbating... whilst masturbating. I started to cry, crying with still the ever mocking erection. Sarah didn't yell back, I guess she saw this for what it was. I heard her sigh and maybe say something under hear breath, than... "Kyle, this better help." Sarah took off her jacket. . She looked a little strange, on the one hand doing a sexy strip tease, on the other, her face looked disgusted at what she was doing. Never the less, she started to run her hands up her legs. If I didn't already have a stiffy, I think I would have got one. When she got to her skirt, she undid the zip along the side, and slowly but surely let it fall to the ground. Her blue panties were micro small. The term camel toe seem to have been invented for her, and my masturbation speed increased to almost the fastest it had been that day. Whilst I was, I will admit, now staring, salivating, over the sight of my sister's panties, she was quietly unbuttoning her top. I almost didn't notice her bra covered breasts until my left arm grew tired and it was time for the right to have a tug. Sarah had a very distant, distinct, look on her face. She was standing, legs spread, and now had placed her hands behind her head, forcing her chest out. She stood like that for at least 10 more minutes whilst I gave it everything I could. And the result? Nothing. Even now, even after all of this, I still couldn't come. I broke down. My penis felt like molten rock from the heat and my arms were getting cramped. I didn't know what to do so I just cried, tears falling on my dick. "Kyle... Kyle I want you to know, this is purely for medical purposes. And I will never forgive you for this." Sarah than picked up a towel off the rack, walked over to me and placed it folded on the ground between my feet. I was still full of self pity that I had failed to comprehend what she was doing. That lasted all of 10seconds. When her tongue hit the head of my penis, any whimpering I was doing ceased in a heartbeat. Her mouth was like ice to the lava of my dick. The cooling effect in itself was amazing. Within seconds, Sarah had my length in her mouth, her tongue licking out in bursts across my balls. I was getting the first blowjob off my life, and it was from my sister. This, as the saying goes, was heaven on earth. Actually scratch that, pretty sure you don't get blow jobs off your sister in heaven. This was amazing. To be honest, if I was to have my dick amputated after that day, I'm not sure I would have cared. Small price to pay. She sucked, licked, and deep throated all at the same time. I don't know where she learnt to do that, but whoever taught her should win some prize. For the first time that day, my eye started to twitch. "Ohh I think..." Was all I could manage. Normally when I orgasm, I cum one big burst to start, maybe one smaller one, and then the anything left over sort of dribbles out. Not today. Today it was like all those times I nearly came, were backed up. Today I was a fireman's hose and my sister's mouth was about to be the burning house. I came not once, not twice, but eleven times. Eleven, each one, I'd guess, at least as big as a normal wanks worth. Sarah didn't for a second take my penis out of her mouth; she kept sucking me and licking my balls so each and every time I came I shot my wad directly down her throat. When I was done spurting my entire bodily fluids down her, my dick did something spectacular. It went flaccid. Sarah still kept it in her mouth right up to the point it resembled a dried raisin. I pulled out, wiped a few remaining drops on some toilet paper, and slumped back. Relieved and worn out. "This never happened, never speak of it. And she walked out. As quickly as it had started, and perhaps as surprising as it had started, it had ended." A Day At Home Ch. 02 Weeks passed. Sarah and I only conversed in a very, very limited manner. The occasional 'hi' or a 'pass the sauce.' In fact it wasn't until six weeks later when mum and dad when away for a dirty weekend somewhere that we said more than one sentence to each other. It was Saturday morning, about 8am. "Look I just..." I started. "Don't you even." "We have to talk about it at some point Sa..." "Nothing happened! So there is nothing to discuss!" "I love you" Oh shit. What in the world made me say that? I wasn't thinking! I was running on emotions. I was... well, truth is, I was in love. I was in love with my sister. It wasn't just lust, though obviously that was there. But that day, she helped me by doing the most vial thing she could probably ever do in her life, and she did it for me. I started thinking of her in a new way. I started thinking of her more than a body, more than a 'chic', and more than a sister. I fell in love with her. "Brother," she emphasized the word, "you need help." "Oh come on and liste.." "I'm not hearing this," Sarah said and turned to walk away. "NO! You will hear this damn it!" I grabbed her from behind and, gently, but with force, threw her onto the couch. I think she was a little taken back at my strength. Honestly, I think I was too. "You have to listen to this, it's important. I love you! I'm sorry but I do. Let's not fuck around with the truth. Yes I lusted, still lust after you. You can be as offended by that as you like and I'm sorry you found out, but that's a reality. The thing is though, I've fallen in love with you. Not just since then, but that's reinforced it. You know the difference between you and other girls. With other girls I imagine their tits, their ass, their.... well you get the idea. I think about them as objects and I beat off and that's it. It's over. " "With you, I imagine talking to you. I imagine hanging out with you. I imagine not being your brother, but your lover, and going on dates, to the movies, to the beach, hanging out. I enjoy your company, your presence. I need you to know despite all the negative things you may think that at the end of the day I do, truly love you. And it pains me you're my sister." Silence. Long silence. At least a minute went by before I sat down in a recliner and tried to calm down. I had all this weird unrequited love, lust, taboo, morality and embarrassment feelings at once. The odd thing though was there was some relief. Relief that at least, now, she finally knew the truth. Sarah stood, slowly and calmly. She looked at me, reached over and pulled my head up to meet her eyes. "You don't love me, brother, you have a crush. A crush on a girl you were sexual with. I'm sorry this is my fault, but this is something you'll have to deal with. And deal with it alone." And so ends our story. Wait. No, it doesn't end there. Well I mean it could have. It could easily have ended there, and truth be told probably should have. Incest plus modern society isn't exactly peas in a pod. But given that Sarah and I now rent an apartment, go to the same university (Sarah transferred), and all our friends assume we are married (to explain the last name), than clearly something changed. Sarah fell for me as I her. How? Jason Wilkinson. To continue the timeline, we are now about 5 months after that initial drama with the V10. Jason Wilkinson was Sarah's new boyfriend. He was a prat. He was a muscular, loud mouth arsehole jock. You know the type, the dumb kid that's popular because he calls teachers 'faggots'. The kid that shouts racist slurs such as 'ching chong chinaman' to people that probably can't even understand it (partly because they are Malaysian). Basically, Jason was a cunt. A real big one. I think Sarah started going out with him because he was so far removed from me. He was black to my white, ying to my yang. Even Sarah's friends couldn't understand why she was seeing him. I once heard Rachel, a friend of Sarah's, comment that "Well I hope he's got a massive cock." The thought of the girl I love fucking that bastard used to boil my blood. I became jealous. Jealousy is a wonderful thing. Well, no it's probably not, but in this one particular case it was. I started following Jason. Initially I wanted to find him doing something Sarah would dump him for. Cheating, robbing a bank, having sex with a chimpanzee, anything. After a while it became second nature to just watch that stupid git. Soon I started following them on dates. At first it was again the whole jealousy thing, after a while though, it was mostly to stare at my dolled up sister. Despite Sarah looking incredibly beautiful, the unrequited love and anger over Jason somewhat failed to get me off. So I'd often spend the night sitting 2 rows back from them at the movies, or sitting in my car parked near Jason's, eating at a private booth near their table in a restaurant. I will admit with the knowledge of hindsight, this was a little creepy. In fact, this was downright psychotic. But fuck hindsight, and if it wasn't for creepiness, I wouldn't be in this great position today. Thursday. I remember it was Thursday because the new movies come out on Thursday. Sarah and Jason went out and afterwards they drove to a little campsite near a creek. They both got out of the car. "Come on, it won't be that cold." "Jason, I'm not going swimming in the middle of the night in some creek. Who knows what's in there. Besides I don't have anything to wear." "For what I had in mind you don't need to wear anything." "...You want to go skinny dipping?" She half queried, half panicked. "Don't be a bitch, come on." Why she agreed I'll never know, but pretty soon Sarah and Jason were stripping off. Jason stripped like he does everything else, like a jock. He was naked in about 20secs and did a massive 'bomb' into the creek, splashing Sarah and his own clothes. Sarah was ever the lady, calmly removed her clothes, folding each as she took it off. This would be the first time I ever saw Sarah naked and I tried in vain not to blink. Soon she was down to her bra and that ever micro underwear. Than... than.... heaven. Sheer words cannot describe the waxed, perfect form of a good looking girl. As she placed her bra and underwear on top of her pile of clothes she walked to the water as though on autopilot. She took the water with grace, her years of swimming clearly being shown. Whether on habit, or just to piss of Jason, she started swimming labs. Jason started splashing her and asking for attention. "Stop ya fucking swim met and come here" "Jason, ever heard of catching more bees with honey?" "If that's something from school than fuck no." "Tell you what, you think about it and if you can tell me what it means, I'll swim over to you." "Fuck that shit, I'll catch your ass!" And with that, Jason started chasing Sarah. He was a fool, he couldn't catch Sarah in her habitat. She casually swam up and down, and around him. I loved watching her naked form cruising in the water, accentuating every gorgeous curve in her body. She then floated on her back, the water flowing over her breasts, through her cleavage, between her legs, across her perfect abdomen. Even today I think she was perhaps her most beautiful there at that moment. She stopped for a minute near the shore line, stood up, and looked back at Jason. "So did you think about it?" "When I catch you I'm going to make you regret these silly games." "Ha! You'll never ca.. ARRRGH!" She broke off in mid sentence and ran, backwards at first, then turned and ran forwards out of the water. I will admit that, despite her scream, the first thing I noticed was her bouncing breasts as she ran. I had to fight an instinct to run over and find out what was wrong. "What the fuck you howling about, bouncy tits?" said Jason with all the charm of a tractor. "I... ehh... I think an eel just brushed up against my thigh," panted Sarah. "I think I've seen that in a video once, a chick getting off with an eel. Wasn't you though, maybe a cousin?" "Oh shut up will you." "Aww baby, let me kiss it better." Jason walked out of the water, and he now had quite an erection forming. It was almost reminiscent of terminator. When they make this into a telemovie, make sure they play the terminator theme at this point. "Look at this. Your running did this. Think it's time I caught you after your little keep away" "Jason, look, I don't know what you're thinking but we're done for tonight I just want to go home." "Like fuck we are. You're naked. I'm naked. Let's boogy." "Jason!" In the next three seconds Jason had dashed over to Sarah. If the water was her playground, the land was his. He's muscular form had Sarah pinned and bent over the hood of his car in a manner of seconds. Sarah was now clearly struggling to fend him off. "Look Jason I'm not ready for this. Not now. So fuck off." She was now pleading with quite clear agitation in her voice. "You're ready. You know it. Any girl willing to get naked near a guy is willing to ge" ... I was never the athletic type, so I didn't want to do a 'manly' thing and walk over there and challenge him to a fist fight. I was a nerd. He was a jock. He would have smacked the shit out of me, than probably still raped my sister/crush. This isn't the 14th century and there are no rules to a duel. Jason didn't see me, or the large branch that was wacked into the back of his head. He just keeled over and passed out. "Kyle!" Sarah leaped into my arms and started crying. I'm not sure if she thought of the oddity that I was there, but if she did, she didn't seem to care. Attempted rape can really fuck with your emotions and I think she was just relieved to see me. "Sarah. It's ok, my car's just a little down the road. Get dressed and go there." She didn't say anything, just a slight nod. I turned my attention to Jason. He was breathing, beyond that I didn't care too much. I dragged his ass near a big tree, took some rope out of his car and tied him to it. I didn't want him waking up before I was done. Next I checked his wallet. $175 plus some loose change. That must be 'my' money that 'fell' into his wallet. I'll just reclaim that. Next all his clothes took a swim in the river. Then I took a pen and paper out of his car and wrote a note: "Keys to car at end of road. Start walking." Locked the car, and threw the keys into the river to rescue his clothes. I checked he was still passed out, and then untied the rope. I made my way back to the car. Sarah was sitting in the front seat with a vague distant look that, hauntingly, reminded me of THE incident way back when. I got in and drove us home, the trip in dead silence, all the way until we pulled up. "Kyle. Thank you. She said, than kissed me quickly on the cheek." A Day At Home Ch. 03 It was Saturday morning. Friday Sarah took off from school. At first I thought of doing the same, but decided that she wanted space. I must admit I was a little nervous going to school, I didn't really know if Jason knew what hit him, but turns out he wasn't even there. He was arrested for indecent exposure and was serving 24hrs in lockup. He refused to say why he was naked, so they booked him. There was nothing about an assault. Looks like I was in the clear. So, Saturday morning. Mum was at work and Dad was at some conference thingy for a few days. I made myself some toast and was about to sit down when I was suddenly pushed onto the couch. "You got to have your little speech a while back, and so here goes mine. I hate Jason. Not just now, but always. I was only dating him because I thought it might make you hate me, and not love me. But, truth is, I WANTED to love Jason. Or even like him. I wanted to be with someone that wasn't anything like you. I didn't want to be reminded of you in any way. But being with Jason only made me long for what I see in you. After what you told me before. I was shocked. Not so much for the fact my 'brother' said it, but of what you said. I've never been told that before. I knew your sincerity and, frankly, I could see your love for me." "I felt awkward and hated it because I knew that you, my own damn brother, probably loved me more than anyone in the world. Do you understand what I'm saying? Of all the guys I've known, you, MY BROTHER, is the first that's truly loved me! And you, you little shit, were making me feel the same way about you. We're brother and sister! Do you have any idea what that means? It means that the entire world thinks we're fucking nuts. We probably are. But you're kind to me. You don't lie. You don't mince words and you treat me with respect, well most of the time. You love me and... and I love you. You've gone and fucked both our lives you little shit because you've gone and made me fall in love with you." And then she jumped on me and kissed me so passionately I was getting ready to wake up. For once, it was me that was left speechless. This was unexpected. This was unexpected and great. This was unexpected, great, and awkward. Brother and sister, in love with each other. I wanted to tell her that I did still love her and frankly wanted to be with her forever but I didn't know how this would ever work. I wanted to tell her that I'm sorry that she had all that time with Jason and that I wish she just told me damn it. All I managed was "erp" before I had her tongue thrust down my throat again. "Kyle. For once in your horny little life let's not fuck around with words. I wasn't sleeping with Jason and unlike you I don't masturbate 100 times a day, so when I say right now that I want you to come with me, I fully mean the double entendre." I was living a dream. I must be. I was in love with a girl, who was in love with me. She was hot, very hot. And she wanted to fuck my brains out. Granted she was my sister, but there are just some things you overlook. She took the lead and I gave chase up the stairs after her. She was only a few steps in front of me but she must have been unbuttoning on her way. By the time I hit her bedroom, she was already walking out of her skirt and in the same motion taking off her top. I wasted no time in getting my gear off, until I got to my boxers. That's when I stopped. Sarah noticed. "What's wrong? " "You realise what we're about to do. You realise everything this entails." "Don't you want to?" she queried, almost puzzled. "More than anything. But, take a second to think about it." Did I really say that? Was I out of my mind? My brain was overriding my penis and damn was my penis pissed! Hot naked chick ready to fuck! Think later fuck now! But still, the brain was in gear. "Sarah. I love you more than anything and I'm pretty sure you know I think you're the sexiest thing on legs. So believe me I really, really, want to have sex right now. But have you thought about this. What happens tomorrow, or the next day. How do we hide this, how do we keep this going? I'm standing here about to lose my virginity to my sister, and I probably should give that at least more than 10seconds thought." "You're a virgin little Kyle?" "Um. Yeah. I've been single since I was 12 when I got dumped for a kid with better Pokémon cards." "Look. I hope this lasts forever, but if it doesn't lets end it nicely. Hiding it will be hard, but I'm sure we'll manage. We keep it going by holding onto the feelings we have for each other. And if you're a virgin than I'm on top, just lie back." She walked in front of me, staring in my eyes. She kept staring in my eyes as she knelt and pulled my boxers down. "Hello little one. Haven't seen you in a while," she giggled. "You know, it's considered bad form to call a guys appendage a 'little one'." "I give it about 2mins tops before it loses its current size and is a 'little one'." I laughed. It relaxed me. I laid on the bed, erection sticking straight up. I closed my eyes and tried to remain calm. Sarah put a warm, saliva lubricated, hand around me and started to masturbate me. The feelings and the knowledge of what was happening almost pushed me over the edge straight away. "Open your eyes. Don't fantasise about me, look at the reality." She was right. I opened my eyes and watched her, now naked form, slowly masturbate me. Her skin had the unmistakeable swimming suit tan and it only served to accentuate all her wondrous pink bits. Completely waxed, nothing was left to the imagination. It was all there. She continued to wank me, slowly and steadily, whilst I watched her. At that moment I didn't even see her as my sister. Nor did I see her as "that hot chick" I used to. I saw her as Sarah, the girl I loved. She looked at me, and I smiled at her. She stopped and then knelt above me. She had her left hand holding me straight whilst her right hand was on the bed for stability. Slowly my dick touched her vagina. It wasn't anything like I expected. It was hotter, tighter, and wetter. I tried to remain focused and calm for fear of cumming there and then. I wanted to last as long as I could. Slowly she kept pushing down, taking me in. She was sliding on and I thought that this was the best it could get. Then finally, after what seemed an eternity, she bottomed out. Her vulva resting on my pelvis, my dick safely snug inside. "Attention ground staff, we have incest." I didn't even register at first what she said. It was a delayed reaction. When it triggered, I laughed. The act of laughing caused a few pelvic thrusts and within about the first 2 we were off. I slowed down almost to a stop and let Sarah do the hard work. She knew what she was doing anyway. It was, really, pretty average sex. Simply thrusting. For a virgin though it felt godly. My eyes were darting from watching my dick disappearing into her, to her breasts bouncing up and down like an erotic lava lamp, to her beautiful face that was forever watching my own. It was so odd. So many feelings and emotions. Lust, love, breasts, Sarah, breasts, pussy, that god awful noise 'fwap fwap' as we collided, back to the breasts again. In the end though, whilst it may be 'gay' to admit it, it was actually her face I ended up watching. I was watching it as she concentrated on her balance as she fucked me. Watching her eyes as I could feel the moment coming. It was only moments, but moments I will always cherish. We argue now over the time. I say it was at least two minutes. She says it was barely one. Either way, delicious cunt gripping my dick in a way no hand can, and just the whole experience came to a halt a short time later. I came, not for the first time, and not for the last, inside my sister. A Day At Home Ch. 04 Sarah slid off me, turned and lay down next to me. I panted a little, leaned over and kissed her briefly, then cuddled her in a spooning position. No words were spoken as we lay and relished in the moment. Time passed. Sarah was first to speak. "This is going to be some adventure. Going to have to keep it secret, we're going to have to act like brother and sister still." "Act? But you are still my sister. If I don't get to keep teasing you, calling you names, and piss you off than I don't think this'll work at all." She laughed and jokingly slapped me, "Don't be a dick you know what I mean." "Yeah, I do," I said more seriously. I rolled onto my back started thinking about all the issues that may arise. Parents, school, friends. All would have to not only be in the dark, but suspect nothing. Luckily, most people don't think of a brother and sister as being incestuous as a general rule, but even still. "I'm going to have a quick shower, you go make us some breakfast." "You know I did have toast made before you pushed me over!" I teased. "Oh I'm sorry I thought having sex with me would have been a priority over peanut butter toast. I guess I know now," she torted back. She smiled at me again and went into the bathroom. It's funny how we seem to have a blended roll now. She just was making a joke at me like she always would have as my sister (from before the V10 at least), but the joke included 'having sex with me'. What a strange relationship this will be. I got up, dressed, and went downstairs to the kitchen. My toast had gone cold so I threw that out and cooked some bacon and eggs with fresh toast. I was just plating up when Sarah walked down in her bathrobe. We ate breakfast and talked more or less like we would have months ago. Sarah was 'back' like she was from before any of this had started. I had gained a sister and a girlfriend all in one. "Hmmm. Come on finish up and follow me", Sarah said, mopping the last of her egg up with some toast. "Eh?" I asked, confused. "You came. I didn't. My turn." She said matter of factly. I didn't need another prompt. I swallowed what I was chewing on and faster than *The Flash* tidied up the kitchen; then went back upstairs. I walked in her bedroom and she was already lying on the bed, but it was the way she was lying that made it clear what was about to happen. She was at the end of the bed, legs over the end, with her crotch right at the edge. She'd also placed a large pillow on the ground, assumingly for me to kneel on. "Ahh... Sarah... I..." "Yeah" she replied half-heartily. She seemed more focused on untying her bathrobe. She was clearly having trouble with the knot so I went over and helped. "Can't believe I knotted my robe" she was mumbling. I managed to undo the knot and opened her bathrobe. From my perspective, it was like a great birthday present or something. I was staring at her again without realising it. "Hey earth to Kyle" she snapped her fingers at me. "Oh sorry. I um... Sarah, I've never done this before" "What? Stared without blinking at your naked sister lying on the bed in front of you waiting for your touch?" "Ahh yeah that too. I mean, I've never well, gone down on someone." "Yeah, being a virgin, I guessed as much." She quipped. "It's ok I'll tell you what to do. It's something you just have to practice at, practice a lot" I realised now looking back she meant that as a joke, but at the time I just agreed with her. I walked around to the end of the bed and looked at my Everest. Sarah already had a hand at her pussy and was gently slapping her lips, lightly pulling on them. "Ok hopefully you know enough from the porn you watch to have a basic idea. We'll keep it simple. You need to do three things. The first is pinch the top of my pussy like this..." She grabbed the top of her lips and her clitoral hood. "...and then just pull it back and forward, sort of like how you jerk off." She continued doing this for a few moments so I had a good idea. "Then put your fingers in me, and push down and relax rhythmically. You don't have pull 'em out, just leave them in and push down and relax". She reached her left hand around under her left leg, which she raised, and inserted two fingers in, again demonstrating what she said. Press down, wait, release, wait. The way she had her leg up in the air and bent looked rather awkward and it didn't surprise me when she soon pulled her fingers out and stopped. She was still jerking the top of her pussy though. "Then, when you're ready, I want you to suck on my clit. You see it?" She stopped 'jerking' and now pulled up and back on the outside of her pussy, exposing the top of her clit. "All you have to do is just suck on it. You ready?" she asked. 'No' I thought. "Yes" I said. I knelt onto the pillow. The first thing that struck me was the aroma. It wasn't like I had imagined. I always thought it would smell, well, a bit like cum. It was a lot sweeter than that. I could see the white fingerprint marks in the pink of her engorged pussy, left where she had been grabbing. I took hold in the same place and started to repeat what she had. She reached down with her right hand, placed it over mine, and squeezed harder. I got the message and really pinched quite hard. Then I started pulling up and down on it all. At once I felt her clit pop out of her clitoral hood and then pop back in. I didn't realise how incredibly similar it was to how a guy masturbates, only on a much smaller scale. "Ohh... yeah... just like that" A response, and a confidence builder. Whatever I was doing, I was doing it right so far. I licked two fingers and then slowly pushed into her now flaming hot pussy. The licking was virtually redundant. She was wet! I thought she was before when we had sex, but this was on an entirely different level. I did like she asked, and after I had my two fingers in I started pressing down rhythmically. Press 2 3 4 5 release 2 3 4 5. I noticed whenever I pressed down she would tighten up her pussy herself. "Yes... that.. keep doing... ahhh". I looked up at her. She was playing with her breasts and nipples. Squeezing them and pinching them. I turned my attention back to her pussy. It was a simple task, really, and rhythmic. I kept at it for a minute or two until I felt ready to take the next step. I pulled up and back on her pussy to reveal her clit head. It had popped out just like before, only now I had direct access to it, with her lips stretched. I lowered my mouth to her pussy and started to suck on her clit. "Oww.. too much Kyle, back it off a..." I lowered how hard I was sucking. "..yeah like that... that's... ohhh". Sarah continued to moan and gasp, and even giggle. I kept sucking and doing my presses. I didn't feel like I was actually doing much, and fought the temptation to "pile drive" my fingers into her. Instead, I decided to try something else, and started to flick my tongue across the top of her clit. "Ahhh.. oh... god.. yeaahhh". Good response I suppose. Suck, flick, press down. Moan. I was now on autopilot. Pretty soon Sarah started to gyrate her hips. I kept as still as I could and let her work herself, and her pussy, around my face and fingers. "Oh... fuck... I'm...". I didn't even know about the pussy contractions. Her vagina became like a vice. Opening and closing around my fingers. Her back arched of the bed like she was possessed by the devil. She was outright screaming now. I just kept doing what I was doing, not knowing if I should stop. Her pussy had stopped the major contractions but was now quivering. I felt a hand reach down onto my head and gently pull me away. "You (pant) you can (pant) stop now." "Was it good?" I half asked, half joked. She didn't even respond. She put a hand back to her pussy and gently stroked the outside of it. I stood up and got onto the bed next to her. She still had her eyes closed, one hand between her legs, the other still playing with her breasts. Her face was flushed and she had a smile that I'd never seen before. It was wry, sultry, post-orgasmic. I felt proud that I had done a good job. When she finally opened her eyes to look at me her smile changed yet again. It became almost evil, a sarcastic "I know something you don't" type smile. She rolled over onto me, which was slightly painful as she bent my now returned erection. She than started to slid her way down my body. It didn't take a genius to work out what was coming. I closed my eyes and thought about everything so far. I remembered the fear that I had with my permanent erection and how Sarah and I were arch enemies for a while. I felt her hand start to masturbate me, her lips touching the head of my penis, her tongue flicking across the jap eye. I thought of the first time she did this, how angry she was at the time, but did it none the less. I opened my eyes and looked down at her, and saw her look back at me. She 'smiled' with her eyes, raising her eyebrows in a way to show 'I'm happy'. I closed my eyes again and fantasised more. I remembered the striptease she did in the bathroom. Her undressing to go skinny dipping. I remembered her swimming in the water, the water flowing off her curves, her breasts, over those erect nipples. Sarah only had the very head of my penis in her mouth, and was constantly sucking to keep a vacuum effect on the head. She was steadily, but not rapidly, masturbating me. I thought about some of her swimming videos, how she looked in a swimsuit. I remembered how awkward I felt the first time I realised I found my sister attractive. How I tried to 'undo' it, how angry I felt about it. Sarah was now taking me fully into her mouth. She'd deep throat me, then flick her tongue across my balls, pull back and lick my head. My fantasising sped up as I neared my orgasm, jump cutting from different situations and events, but always staying on Sarah. I remembered the way she looked when she was dressed up for her end of high school dinner. The formal attire that was classy, but still hot. I thought of the way she looked when I untied her bathrobe before, I remembered the way she felt when we were having sex. My balls tightened and penis jerked. I came and, as before, Sarah kept sucking on the end of my penis the entire time. She gave me a few seconds to come down from the high. "What were you thinking about?" she asked me. "You." I replied. The last thing I saw before I fell asleep was her smiling at me once again, this time a smile of love.