16 comments/ 161827 views/ 119 favorites Cissy By: eisbehr I sat in the doctor's office with a heavy heart. My mom hadn't been doing well for the past few months and no amount of treatment was helping. Finally after some new tests, Dr Calloway found the source of the problem - cancer. "I'm afraid she doesn't have long, Sean. You want to make the most of the time you have with her. You and your sister both. We can arrange for care for awhile but you and Cecilia are going to have to think about where you want to go with this. Hard issues for two kids, but you guys are going to need to discuss the best way to send your mum off." "I know," I said. This was hard for me - I was just twenty-two, but this was going to be doubly devastating for Cecilia - or Cissy as we called her. Our Dad died when I was eight and Cissy was four and she and mum had forged a special bond. I was a little older and had the support of friends' families and school. Cissy was kept back a year and never really fit in with her peers. Likewise she held a fairly independent streak but was a little socially behind. Perhaps emotionally held back would be a better way to describe her. She would often cling to things a little girl would find comfort in like stuffed animals and cartoons even though at eighteen, she was actually an adult. She was smart enough all right - she had just been offered two scholarships to Emory University and Temple University for writing and was looking forward to this next phase of her life. The tragedy of Mum's last days hopefully wouldn't jeopardize her prospects. "Should I go see her now?" I asked. "Yeah. She's been looking forward to it all day. Try to stay strong son. Markie's a tough lady but she could probably use your strength too," he said. I bristled at hearing Mum's given name and exhaled. He put a hand on my shoulder in reassurance and I walked down the hall past the nurse's station to her room. Her face brightened as I entered and sat down. "So I guess you heard - I'm a short-timer now," she said chuckling. "Don't think that way, Mom," I countered but she quickly shut me down. "None of that. It's done. Right from my liver to my heart. No time for sadness sonny-boy. I need you to do some things for me." "Anything Mom." "I need you to take three-hundred dollars from the savings account and help your sister buy a prom dress. I was going to take her myself to get one but that's not going to happen now. Make sure she gets something really nice - and make sure I get pictures. I only hope I'm still around to see them." Cissy's prom was coming up. I had no idea if she had a date or not. My years away at college made me unaware of her social habits and status but if precedent served well, she was probably isolative and awkward. The fact that she was even going to the prom at all was unusual, although encouraging. I spent a bit more time with Mum and finally left. I had to talk with Cissy and let her know about Mum's state before getting back to Boston to meet up with my fiancee, Lila. She was in rehearsals for "Aida" this week and we'd had limited time with each other. This was her one night off and she'd be furious if I made us late for our dinner reservations. I went by the bank to get the money for Cissy's dress and drove up the highway to Byfield, the little suburb where I grew up. It was about 45 minutes north of Boston so getting back home by six didn't look to be a problem. I drove into town and pulled into our driveway. Mum's beat-up Honda was in the driveway, signifying Cissy was home. She didn't have her own car and in fact, only got her drivers license last month after she turned eighteen. I walked up the back porch and into the kitchen were Cissy was reading at the table. "Hey Cis, what's up?" "Not much. Reading up for AP English. How's Mum?" "About the same. Not a good day. She gave me money to help you get a dress for the prom. When is it?" "Aw that's so nice of her. It's in two weeks. I really didn't know what I was going to wear." "Are you going with anyone?" I asked. "Kevin Wheeler asked me last week. I don't know if he waited so long cause he was stuck for a date or if he couldn't get up the nerve to ask?" I looked at my sister. Beneath the geekiness of her glasses and ponytail there was a real beauty. I'd never really noticed as I'd been away for the past four years at school but she had some serious curves both above and below her waist and any boy would be blind not to notice them. "My guess is the latter," I said. "He's kind of nice. I'm not sure if this counts as a date or if we're just going as friends." "Well, at any rate, we should probably get a dress soon - like tomorrow. How's three o'clock sound?" I asked. "That should work. Should we grab dinner? I've been craving sushi." "Me too!" I said, "I haven't had sushi in the longest time." Lila was a very fussy eater and didn't even like to set foot in a sushi place. She pressed herself against me in a quick hug goodbye and I left to head south for Boston. Telling her about Mom would have to wait until tomorrow. Once on the highway, my thoughts turned to Lila and dinner. It was four-thirty now. I'd be able to get back in time and get ready. No traffic, the drive was short and I walked up the stairs to the apartment Lila and I shared. I no sooner enter than i heard, "Where have you been? It's almost time to go!" She was fussing in the bathroom with her hair, a towel wrapped around her. "You're late," she snapped, "It's five-thirty. Reservations at six!" "Actually, I'm not 'early.' There's a word for that. It's called 'on-time.'" "How's your mother?" she asked. "Not good. The doctor says she's got cancer and not much time." "Oh my God!" she gasped. "Actually we'd been thinking it was terminal for a bit of time. I guess I'm not surprised, more disappointed." "No not that. Although that's bad. My earring fell down the drain. Do you think I can wear this pair?" She held up a pair of pearl studs. "Yeah, they look fine," I muttered. "You can get the one that fell later. Zip me up?" she asked with a wink over her shoulder. My mild disgust at her callousness melted. She was stunningly beautiful - way out of my league. And when she looked at me with a hint of playfulness, I was hers for the taking. This was an important dinner for Lila. Tosca Prezin, the director of a Le Grande Opera in Austin, Texas was going to be there and if Lila made a favorable impression with him it would mean a well-paying gig in a big city - right out of school. Her professor and some other bigwigs were going to be there, presumably to show support for the college - but make no mistake - this night was all about Lila. And the night was all about Lila. Everyone there made a show of how spectacular she was and she lapped it up. She sat at the right hand of Mr. Prezin, practically in his lap. And like all hot-blooded mammals he wasn't immune to her charms. I caught him a few times staring down her dress. I felt totally invisible. The ride home was filled with Lila's chatter about how great the dinner went and how we should make plans to move to Austin, and I should look for a job there. I let it roll off me and we tumbled into bed. I sleep in my boxers, Lila has a collection of thigh-length satin shirts that drape over her modest curves very attractively. Tonight, they were looking quite attractive. I leaned over her and we kissed. My hand moved over her breast and she moaned. "Mm-mm. Not tonight. It's that time if you know what I mean." I brought her hand to the bulge at my crotch. "Maybe tonight you could help me out a little. You have a very talented mouth - even when your not on the stage," I said. "I can't tonight. I have to sing tomorrow. You know I can't afford to have anything happen to my throat. What if I gag a little?" I sighed in exasperation. I didn't want to beg for sex. And I didn't want lame excuses. "Never mind," I said and rolled over. "Maybe tomorrow," she said. "Maybe." Chapter 2 I was just done with my finals in Anthropology and was feeling pretty good about things. I would leave BU with a good degree and had some prospects at different research centers lined up. The Museum of Fine Art in Philadelphia had offered me a grant to start restoring some tapestries and furniture that sounded like the best prospect. But if Lila went to Texas, I'd have to do whatever was out there. Lila had departed early for the day and I had a little time to myself. So I took a nap til two. And it felt fucking great. I felt alive and recharged with energy. I got into my car with the money in my pocket looking forward to an evening out with Cissy. I pulled into the driveway and saw a strange car in the driveway, a beautiful rear and shapely thighs in a set of white shorts was bent over the trunk and I was mesmerized by the sight as I parked. I got out my car and asked, "Can I help you?" "Oh hi!" said the voice,"I'm just trying to move this seat back. It was Cissy. "Oh my God Cis! I didn't recognize you from behind," I said, "Whose car is this?" "It's Kevin's. He dropped me off and I figured if we we going to the prom in it, we should probably clean it." "Is he here?" I asked, "It would be great to meet him!" "No. He had some errands to do with some people. He said he'd by by to pick up the car tomorrow." "Oh," I said. "So sushi or dress first?" Cissy asked. "Sushi," I said, "I'm hungry." We got into the car and drove to Saugus. "Cis," I started, "Mom's not doing good." "I know. You can hear it in her voice. I think she's given up." "I want you to know I'll always be there for you. Whether you're here, or Georgia, or anywhere. I love you and I'm here for you forever." "I know. Me too." She was silent for the rest of the ride as we contemplated life with just the two of us. We ate in silence at the restaurant, only occasionally commenting on the quality of the fish. "We'd better go see her tomorrow," Cissy said. "Yeah. Hopefully she can see you in your dress," I said. "Me too. I hope we find one." We paid the check and headed up Route . A few places had gowns but at this late day, the pickings were pretty slim. One place suggested we try the consignment bridal place in Danvers just a town over. Having nothing to lose, we went there. It was a creepy hole in the wall attended by an oldish man. We asked if he had any gowns and he seemed doubtful. "Not much left with such short notice, but let me see," he said as he eyed my sister up and down - presumably to estimate her measurements. "She seems a bit ample in the bust and hips, a perfect hourglass. Let's try this," he said as he reached into a wall of billowing fabric and pulled out a black sating gown. It was very sleek and strapless. Cissy's eyes grew wide as she looked it over. "It's beautiful!" she said almost tearing up from wonder, "Can I try it on?" "Certainly, the fitting room is over there," and he pointed to a closet in the other side of the store. After a few minutes of waiting awkwardly with the old man, Cissy poked her head out. "I need your help for a second!" she called. I went to help her, glad to be free of the old man's gaze, and entered the small dressing room. "It's a bit big," she said, "It's really tight around my butt, big in the waist and my boobs are barely contained by it. What do you think would happen if we took it in?" I grabbed the fabric at the back of the gown and watched my sister transform from a gawky kid to a raven-haired black-satin princess in the mirror. The dress was like a corset on the upper half and the skirt had taffeta scallops that hugged her generous thighs. It was true, her generous bosom was nearly falling out of the top and her hips were a bit wider than the dress was made for but she was absolutely stunning. With heels and a corsage, she'd be the envy of any guy at the prom. I pulled her back to me and told her to stand up straight. We looked at her in the mirror together. Then we saw the price tag - $600. "Oh no! We can't get this. It's way too expensive!" she cried. "Give me a minute Cis, I'll see if we can work something out," I said leaving her in the dressing room. The old guy was there, probably wondering what was going on in his dressing room. I asked him if he'd consider less for it. "Listen, you seem like good kids. If I could, I'd give it away. I can go to five-hundred." "Can you take three?" I asked and pulled out the cash. I had a total of four-hundred twenty-five on me, but seeing my sister so happy, not to mention beautiful, made the cost a secondary issue. "Four twenty-five it is. And who says I don't have a heart?" "Not me sir. Any chance you can take it in in the waist?" He turned and stared at me after writing up the receipt, "Kid, that whole wall is alterations that need to be done in two weeks. Not only that, but my seamstress is out for the rest of the week. You're on your own for alterations, I'm afraid." I was handy with a needle and thread from college days and had made some alterations on some of Lila's costumes so this wasn't going to be such a big deal, just Lila was a bit more comfortable with me touching her body than Cissy would be. I returned to the closet to tell Cissy the news. She was posing in the mirror, fighting a losing battle against a dress that refused to stay put or against a body that refused to stay in the dress. I crept in behind her and cinched the fabric around her abdomen tighter watching her beam once again at the transformation. "All set, we'll have to make the adjustments ourselves." "You mean it? How much did it cost? I'll pay you back, I promise. But wait - I can't sew!" she said excitedly, "How's that gonna work?" "Relax. I can sew. I've done plenty of Lila's gowns - not to mention upholstery and I'm thinking about branching into tapestry. This should be a cinch - so to speak - besides we don't have to do certain things to your gown that we need to with Lila's." "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked. "We don't have to make your boobs look any bigger," I said. We took one last look in the mirror. "Mom's gonna love you in this," I said. That's when Cissy broke down. The silence of the ride in, the dinner, all the kept-in feelings gushed out. She turned quickly and buried her head into my chest, sobbing. I relaxed my grip on the fabric of her gown to hug her and it slipped down, nearly exposing the creamy smooth flesh of her breast. I tried not to look in the mirror but I found it impossible not to. She was beautiful, crying into me as I comforted her. She finally released me and pulled the gown up, vulnerably covering herself. "Sean, you know what you said about always being there for me?" she asked, her swollen eyes gazing up at me. "Yeah," I said. "Thank you - and I love you," she said planting a kiss on my cheek. I left her to get dressed and she emerged ready to go. The man bagged up the dress and bid us farewell. Cissy made me promise to make the alterations tonight so that we could show mum the dress tomorrow. We got into my car and there was a message from Lila. She said she was going out after rehearsal and wouldn't be home if it got too late. Perfectly understandable as we only have the one car and the "T" can be kind of sketchy late-night. I called back and left her a message that I wouldn't be back either. I figured these alterations would probably take a while. CHAPTER 3 We got back to the house, tired from all the errands but still carrying a sense of urgency from the the task that lay before us. I grabbed Mom's sewing kit and undid the side stitches. "You sure you know what you're doing?" she asked. "No but what choice do we have? You're going to need to get down to your skivvies or a bathing suit if your more comfortable with that." "What's the difference really?" she said, "Underwear's not a whole lot different that a bathing suit." My sister stood in the living room and I slid the unstitched dress over her, trying not to stare too much at her breasts. They were full and pert - no doubt C or D-cups. Lila was flat-chested, which never bothered me too much, but seeing Cissy's melons restrained by her beige lace bra in front of me made me long for something to squeeze and suckle. I tried to concentrate as I put the pins in place. Cissy giggled a little bit as my hands touched the smooth skin of waist. My fingers moved through the ripped seam to lightly feel the flare of her hips. I got down on my knees, face-level with her crotch and was overcome by what a sexy woman my sister had become. "Ooh, that tickles," she said,"Just think, you can tell Lila that you spent the evening with a half-naked woman and she's got no reason to be jealous." Something in the back of my mind said that Lila would be jealous, particularly if she knew the thoughts that were going through my head. Touching her was driving me crazy Pinning completed, gingerly we lifted the weaponized gown over her shoulders. She let out a moan. "Does that tickle too?" I asked. "Kind of. I can't describe the feeling," she said as I wrapped a blanket around her. We went upstairs to mom's bedroom and opened up the sewing machine. I found some black thread and Cissy went into the closet. "I bet there's shoes here somewhere," she declared, as I sat down to the Singer. I wound the bobbin with black thread and carefully placed the chalk line I'd made on the dress underneath the needle. "Here goes nothing," I said but Cissy was too busy rummaging through mom's drawers. She grabbed a few things and went to her room as I finished up the sewing. At last I tied off the loose ends and called for her to come in. "No! I'm naked! Bring it to my room!" she hollered. I obliged and she clumsily opened the door a to receive the gown which was larger than the crack she'd allowed the door to be open. I placed my hands over her eyes but couldn't resist a peek. She was dressed in thigh high stockings with suspenders and no bra. On her feet were black patent leather three-inch heels. Her rear was covered by black lace boy-shorts which exposed the perfect curve of her rump. She took the gown out of my hands and I descended the stairs hoping my growing boner would go down to normal size before she came down. I sat down on the couch and awaited arrival. I was used to waiting for Lila, but this was different. Cecilia was less into herself, with Lila it was always about being a diva. At last I heard the gentle pad of her feet down the stairs followed by the clunk of her shoes. She placed each foot delicately into the high heels and walked towards me with all the grace of a baby giraffe. "Well, It's a bit tight around my hips, but that's just c'cause of my big bum," she said. "Your bum is fine. Guys like curves. Or at least they should." "And the 'built-in-bra' doesn't feel like it's gonna make it through the night. My boobs feel like they're gonna pop right out," she laughed. "I can try to adjust it later," I added. "No. You've already done so much. I'm sure it will be fine." "Clearly, I'm going to have to practice walking around in these things," she admitted. "Not to mention dancing," I chuckled, "Let me take a picture! You look gorgeous!" "Shit! I don't know how do dance!" "It's easy," I said, " Let's start without the heels. I pulled her towards me again and she kicked off the shoes. I put my arm around her waist and grabbed her hand. Her arm went instinctively to my shoulder and we moved in a polite motion. Her breasts pressed up against me and I could sense the swelling in my crotch and I was beginning to wonder if she could to when she stopped suddenly. "Something's wrong," she said pulling away. Cissy "I'm sorry, Cis. I couldn't..." I started. She was already walking away. "We need music. Why what were you thinking?" she asked as she looked through the collection of CD's "Nothing," I muttered, hoping she didn't feel my growing meat pressing against her. The CD she picked was Roberta Flack's Greatest Hits. The song the shuffle went to was "Tonight I Celebrate My Love for You." Not a bad choice. Not too slow, not too fast. We resumed our positions and looked into each other's eyes, moving to the music. "This isn't too hard," she said, "Anything else I need to know?" "Well, make sure he's looking into your eyes. If he's not, he's might be looking down your dress." "Yeah, you did a good job, but this dress might be no match for "the girls." Maybe I should wear a shawl or something?" "Maybe. You should be fine. I can take it in a bit at the top." "Sure, anything else?" "This might sound too much like advice or me protecting you but after the prom," I started. "Yes?" she looked up at me. "After the prom you're under no obligation to do anything you don't feel up to." "You're right, that was a bit 'advicey.' But I think I'll be lucky if I even get my first kiss." "What? You mean to tell me you've never even kissed a boy?" "Well we can't all be as worldly as you with your opera-star diva girl!" she mocked, "Besides, you've never kissed a boy either." "True that, Cis." We sat on the couch and she noticed the bulge in my pants. "What's that?" she asked. "Well you'll probably need to be prepared for that, too. Over the course of the evening, any guy that dances with you is probably going to have a major erection. It's the curse of being beautiful - and young." "Yeah, but you're my brother. What's up with that?" she said. "It's kind of physiological. My mind knows you're my sister but holding you in that sexy dress and touching you when we adjusted the gown made all the blood go straight south. Don't take it personally. Also Lila and haven't been doing so great lately. It's been two months since we've been together and after a while you can get aroused by a stiff wind." "I'm sorry to hear that," she said cuddling into me on the couch, "Are you still going to get married?" "I'm not sure. I don't want to if it's going to be like this." "Is sex that important?" she asked. "Well it's not the most important thing - that's love. But you don't want to live like a brother and sister where the only passion is when you fight about the bills." "I'd like to think that if we lived together, we would do better than that." Wild thoughts cycloned through my head as I stole a peek down the top of the gown. Her cleavage was magnificent. I could see the shadow of her full breast in the cup of the top. My hard-on raged unabated. "Did it start off really hot between you guys?" "Actually, it never was. She doesn't like to do a lot of things. She doesn't like oral - either giving or receiving. Definitely no anal. Missionary position and from behind sometimes." "Are you into all those things?" she asked. "Not necessarily, but it's nice to know there are options." "I suppose. I'd like to think that whoever I'd be with, I'd want to just explore each other's bodies gently and gradually. As long as you love each other. Do you love her?" "I guess I'm wondering that myself," I resigned. CHAPTER 4 I woke up the couch and Cissy woke me with coffee. I had some classes to attend and Cissy also had some school stuff to catch up on. We agreed to meet later this evening to go see Mum. I swung by the apartment to see if Lila made it home but she was nowhere to be found. I called her cell but it went right to voicemail. I showered, grabbed my bag and headed to class. At three, there was a message from Cissy. She had a seminar meeting tonight and had to cancel. I had a few more night exams as well. The next time we'd be able to see mom together was going to be the next Thursday before the prom on Friday. I was looking forward to seeing Cissy again. I felt us growing closer through our mutual tragedy, but also buoyed by the levity of helping her get ready for the prom. It was a shame I wouldn't be able to see her off as Lila's "Aida" opening was the same night. The next week flew by, Lila and I very busy with our respective tasks. Two people living together, yet alone. We got along okay, there was still no sex more than a snuggle or a kiss on the cheek, but I felt fine with that. Looking at her lean, curveless body as she slept, I wondered what I ever found desirable. One night, as she was out at an after-rehearsal dinner, I lay in bed. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and whispering. I quietly padded to the door and looked through the keyhole. Outside Lila was making out with some guy. He looked familiar, but I couldn't really see. I went back to bed and pretended to be asleep. She snuck in next to me and sighed, "Night honey." The next day, after Lila left for the theatre, I grabbed what could reasonably be considered mine and brought my stuff back to Byfield. I plunked everything there, and figured I'd stay on the couch for a bit when Cissy burst through the door. "Oh good! You're here. Ready to go? What's all this stuff?" she asked about my belongings on the floor. "I left Lila. I'll explain later - let's don't tell Mom though." "Sure. Whatever you want," she came towards me and swallowed me in the most loving embrace. "I don't love her," I said and broke down. I was crying into Cissy's blue t-shirt. She held me close and rubbed my back, "It's gonna be okay. You and me have got each other, besides I've got a gift card for sushi tonight!" I couldn't help but be cheered at her exuberance and thoughtfulness. We loaded the car with the gown and drove to the hospital. When we got there, we met with the nurse who told us that her condition had worsened and that moving her home for her last days definitely wasn't going to be an option. We warily entered the room. Mom was asleep. We tried to wake her but I think the sedatives were too strong. We stayed by her side for a while and we each kissed her goodnight. I left the picture of Cecilia on her nightstand. There was no need for Cis to put on the dress. We left in silence. The sushi was very good and just being with each other was all the conversation we needed. As if we both sensed there was going to be tough times ahed. But it was okay, we had each other. We drove back making small talk about the end of the school year. And which of the two schools Cissy was going to pick. "So you and Lila are all done?" she asked. "Yeah. She's got someone else. I guess that's all there is to say." "Did you get the ring back?" "No, she can keep it. I just want to be done." "Hey," she said, squeezing my hand and letting her fingers intertwine with mine, "What ever happens. I'm here for you." "I know," and I squeezed her back. We held hands the rest of the ride back and I felt peace for the first time in a long time. That peace was short-lived however. When we got back to the house, there was a note on the door. "Not going - Sorry. Kevin" "What the fuck?" cried Cissy, "That bastard! What am I supposed to do now? This is so humiliating." I held her close as she cried, trying to make sense of it all. "I'll go with you, Cis," I offered. "That's sweet but you're my brother. There's nothing worse than going to the prom with your brother." "Who'd know. I don't know anyone who went to school with you - I didn't go there." "True. And it wouldn't hurt to be seen with an older guy - Hell, you're even a man." "I'll say thanks hoping you mean that in the best way" I said. "Whatever. At least you know how I dance." "Shit. I don't have a tux!" "There's Dad's upstairs. I saw when I was looking for shoes. Tuxes don't go out of style do they.?" We raced upstairs, excited at the prospect of making this work. Dad's old tux was indeed there. I tried it on. It was a bit bigger in certain areas, but it would be easy to trim up. I had all tomorrow to do it and Hell, it had to be easier than Cissy's gown." "Ciss, I need you to mark the cuffs. Roll them up and pin them so I can sew them tomorrow." She got down on her knees before me and I imagined her taking me in her mouth. As she worked beneath me I couldn't get the image out of my mind and my cock started becoming erect. She grabbed the waist of the pants to pull them up and her hand grazed my shaft through the trousers. If she noticed, she didn't say anything, she also didn't stop. When the cuffs were pinned, she took the waist and cinched both sides together pressing the thin fabric against my tumescence. "You should take in the waist too. It looks a little large," she added. "I think it has clips, but I'll check it out," I said. "You look really good in that, you know. Any girl would die to be with you," she said staring at me dreamily. "Then we'll be quite the couple. Sexiest people there, who can't touch each other." "We'll have to touch each other at some point to dance," she said, "And I promise not to get too flattered if 'something physiological' happens." She winked as she said it looking down at the engorged outline in my pants. The sun was setting and we made plans for tomorrow. I had in mind a few surprises for Cissy. I wanted the day to be extra special for her. I was looking forward to a fun night out myself. We were about to go to bed, when my phone rang. It was the hospital. The nurse explained that our mother had fallen into a coma. Her time was indeed limited. We could come down, but there was no longer any brain activity. If we visited, she wouldn't know it. Cissy teared up at the news and grabbed my hand guiding me up the stairs to her room. "I don't want to be alone tonight," she cried. "Me either," I agreed. She threw off some pillows and stuffed animals from her bed and let me get in first. She drew the covers over us as she got in next to me and nestled in the crook of my arms. Her hand rubbed my belly and she kissed my cheek. "You and me forever?" she asked through the tears. "You and me forever," and I kissed her gently on the lips. CHAPTER 5 I slept soundly but had the most erotic dreams. I can't remember the details of them, but I'm sure Cissy featured as the female lead. The sun streamed through the widows in the morning and I found myself spooning Cissy from behind with my rock-hard cock grinding into her rear. What's more, my right hand was draped over her kneading her breast. She was also still asleep, her plump rear moving absently against me and her hand was pressing mine to her breast. I let myself get lost in the sensation. I could feel the tension building to release. I was just about ready to cum when the alarm rang. Cissy abruptly and automatically smacked down the snooze button and sat up. If she felt anything was amiss or odd, she didn't let on. She arose to the bathroom, and I went downstairs to make coffee. Cissy descended the stairs, glowing after a shower. "Oh my God I had the craziest dreams last night," she said, "What about you?" "I don't remember my dreams," I said. "That's so unromantic," she said pouting, "I'll be back at four." She hugged me goodbye and I got to work on the tux, called the florist for a corsage and for the piece de resistance booked a limo for the night. I was able to get the tux nearly right and bought a new shirt to go with it. Not quite James Bond, but close enough for rock n roll. The magic hour nearing, I my cell buzzed with a text from Lila. "Not coming?" I didn't respond. Cissy appeared half an hour after four and raced upstairs to get ready. At five fifteen, she came down the stairs like a raven princess. Her make-up and outfit were perfect. The new heels she bought reshaped her legs which were covered in sheer black stockings. The old man at the store was right, she had a perfect hourglass figure. She stood before me and my heart raced faster. I took the corsage from its case and pinned it to her bosom. It ended up being a bit to heavy and dragged down on the fabric, half-exposing a nipple. Fortunately, there were attachments that made it act as a bouquet. She pinned the boutonniere onto my lapel and gave me a hug. "I'm so glad you're going with me. My knight in shining armor," she sighed. "Me too. Shall we go, I believe your chariot awaits," I said. We stepped out the door and Cissy covered her mouth in astonishment at the sight that awaited her. Tears streamed down her eyes. "You shouldn't have!" she squealed, "It's so perfect!" The chauffeur opened the back door and we stepped into the cavernous leather interior. "Oh, I almost forgot!" she said, as she pulled out something from her purse, "Long black gloves!" She slid them on with ease and adjusted her lipstick. The limo pulled out of the driveway and she nestled into my arms. "You and me forever?" "You and me forever," I said. We pulled into the procession of cars and walked through the crowd as different couples were being announced. "Why don't we skip the march, honey," she said. It made sense, there was no one to take pictures of us. Cis had few if any friends at the school preferring to keep to herself. We sat down at our assigned seat. The dinner was mostly a salmonella buffet from a second-rate caterer. We picked a few of the safer-looking things for ourselves and sat down. A few girls came up and said hi to my sister, asked about colleges and made small talk. It was clear that my sister kept a very minimal social presence at school. No one was rude or hostile by any means. I guess they just didn't know her. The DJ invited people to dance and we stayed seated. Partly because our outfits were precariously pieced together, partly because I hadn't bothered to teach Cis any actual dances. Not that I knew any. "Did you want to dance?" I asked. "Not particularly. I'm happy just to be with you. It's been a busy week for both of us and as much as I'm looking forward to it all being over, I really don't. Does that make any sense?" "Yeah. It's hard to start over," I said. We held hands under the table and watched the dancers. Serendipitously, the song "Starting All Over Again" by Hall & Oates came on. "You know," she said, "I would like to dance." I eagerly followed her onto the floor as the song started. We took hold of each other and I felt all eyes upon us, yet all we could see was each other. I felt the clip on the side of the pants give way and placed Cissy's hand over it. "My pants are going to fall down, you've got to keep your hand there until the dance ends," I whispered. I could feel my cock straining and the last thing I needed was to have my pants fall down. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I feel like my boobs are gonna spill out of my top. No offense, but you kind of suck as a seamstress," she whispered into my ears. "Move in closer," I suggested, "At least that'll keep people from staring." She pressed her plush curvy body against me and as she did, my cock twitched up. It was pressed against her hand. She let her thumb graze over the tip of my cock "Hmm," she whispered, "Is that the kind of thing you warned me about?" The song ended and we went outside to cool off in the courtyard. Different couples were scattered about - making out. A chaperone wandered silently making sure nothing got too out of hand. Cissy excused herself for a minute and returned. "Where'd you go?" I asked. "One - to go pee. Two - to get you a safety pin. Three, well, three's a surprise." She sat me down on a bench and tried to make the pin fasten but it was no use. Still something was better than nothing. At that moment, Cissy stood stock still. "That bastard!" she hissed, "Quick come here." She guided me into a position behind a rhododendron. "See him over there? That's Kevin - he must have thought I wouldn't show without him. We're gonna teach him a lesson?" "Cissy, we can't make a scene here?" "I'm not talking about making a scene. When they walk by follow my lead." A few minutes passed and the poor girl got tired of being pawed and coaxed him in. At that moment Cissy called over, "Hey Kevin! Didn't think I'd see you here?" "Kiss me," she whispered. I planted my lips on hers. They were soft and eager. We kissed each other hungrily. Her gloved hands moved like black snakes across my back. I drew her closer in and felt her breasts press against me. I placed my hand at the small of her back and felt her move herself against my thigh. My cock was ready to explode and there was no doubt she could feel it urgently pressing against her. At that point, the pressure became too much and the safety pin came off. I felt my pants loosen and I quickly moved her hand to where the clip was. This time, she put her hands inside my pants and rubbed her hand up and down the length of my cock. At first just slowly, exploring the rigid shape straining against my briefs. "Cissy, we need to stop. There are people here." She merely moaned in my ear, "Mmmm," and stroked a little faster this time taking her satin-gloved hand and dipping it below the waistband of my underwear. "What's the matter? Don't you like how it feels. I think we both liked it this morning. I just want to do something special for you. You've done so much for me," she didn't stop moving her hand as she spoke, "I want to make you happy, honey." With that, she grabbed my meat in her fist and started milking me more slowly. The sensation of her gloved hand wrapped around the hot flesh of my tortured rod was exquisite. "I'm so wet right now," she sighed, "I never knew I could feel this way." "Cum for me baby," she teased, "I want to see for real what I dreamt of last night." At that moment, I couldn't control myself any longer. My legs started to shake and quiver from my toes to the inside of my thighs and I felt myself erupt as my sister stroked me off. "That's it baby. Let me make you happy, let all that cum out." I couldn't believe how long the orgasm lasted. Maybe it felt longer than it was because of the semi-public area. Or maybe I wasn't expecting it. Or maybe Cissy was the most sensually alluring woman that had ever graced the face of the earth. I felt blast after blast spray out of me and I felt physically weakened. Cissy drew up her glove and revealed a black satin forearm that looked as if it had been glazed by a pastry bag. "Oh my god! I can't believe how much there is!" she exclaimed. I couldn't either. "We'd better find the pin, though. I would like to dance one more time," she said getting on her knees before me. I buckled up as best I could and wasn't surprised to see a chaperone saunter over. "Everything okay here kids?" he said sternly. "Yeah, just looking for a pin," said Cissy. "Probably best to get inside now," he said. "Yes, sir," we both said and wandered back pinless. At that moment we headed in, familiar music played. Like bells or something and Cissy grabbed me and carefully held up my sagging trousers and said, "Surprise." I couldn't place it at first and although it was a slow song, people were still to loud to hear. Then Cissy whispered the tune into my ear. "Tonight I celebrate my love for you And hope deep inside you feel it too Tonight this old world will seem brand new When I make love to you" On the last phrase, she kissed my ear and we danced listening to the remainder of the song. Our hearts pounding in our chests. "I want you like I've never wanted anyone else. I don't care that you're my brother. Is that okay with you?" "More than." "Tonight I want to make love with you. I wanted to this morning. I want us to be together always." Cissy "You and me forever," I whispered. "I want to give myself to you every day spiritually, emotionally and sensually, honey. Tell me you want the same thing." "I do," and as I said it, I realized how much it sounded like a vow. "I do as well," she said and kissed me on the lips. The last words of the song hung in the air and I said, "I think it's time to go." "I couldn't agree more!" she said, taking my hand and leading the way. We beelined to the limousine and the chauffeur let us in the back. Once inside we raised the one-way glass and pawed at each other like wild monkeys. It was a forty-five minute ride home so we had a little time. I leaned over my sister and we kissed passionately and ravenously. Her hands went back to the open slit at my side and stroked my raging cock some more. The leather seats squeaked from our motion and we hoped we weren't being heard. As she moved up and down my shaft, I lowered a cup on her gown exposing the most perfect breasts ever. I brought my lips down upon her nipple and playfully sucked as she moaned in approval. She lowered the other cup and moved my face to the unattended breast. "Cecelia, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. I'm so in love with you." "Last night I dreamt of you fucking me all night. When we woke up and I felt you grinding against me I knew I couldn't live without you inside me." "You've never been with anyone before have you?" I asked. "Of course not silly! You're my first kiss - and my first hand-job too. But that was unexpected." "Unexpected? You must know how that stuff works. If you rub one of these things enough, something's gonna happen." "Well, yeah, I get that. I just only thought I'd kiss you. I didn't know I'd be able to go through with it. Then something inside me took over and I knew I wanted you forever," she said. We continued our groping and kissing. She moved my hand under her skirt and let me caress her leg. Her nylon-covered thighs were shapely and I moved further up to feel her panties. "I'm really wet for you, honey. I want you so bad," she moaned. I lifted up her skirt and pulled her panties down to her knees exposing a neatly trimmed black triangle of hair above her pussy. "Not here. Not in the car," she said, "I want us to do it in a bed." I moved to pull her panties up, but she pulled them down the rest of the way and said, "I didn't say stop! Put your hand there, that feels good." I massaged her sopping mound as she tugged at my cock. Both of our breathing grew quicker and I could feel my heart pounding faster. "Stick a finger inside of me! I'm close! Oh God! That's it!" I felt her quiver and twitch and I got down on the floor of the limo. She instinctively spread herself before me as I reamed two fingers in and out of her tight hole. I buried my face into her pussy and lapped at the hot folds of her virgin pussy. One hand groped at her breasts while the other pressed my head into her soaked crotch. I drank her juices as my tongue danced around her swollen clit and she gasped in ecstasy as her orgasm overtook her. She quickly brought me back to the seat and got down before me. She lowered her head onto my swollen meat and took off the remaining glove. "Oh Cis! You feel so good. I'm gonna come again!" Her mouth full of cock, she stroked my thighs in approval never letting her lips off my shaft. I wasn't sure if she was prepared for what was going to happen, but she had to have a clue after the hand-job in the courtyard. My pole was coated with her saliva and she moved her small hand up and down my glistening meat. She took most of it in her mouth while her fingers ran up and down the remaining length. I leaned her back on the seat and pulled off my pants. I straddled her placing my swollen cock between her sweat-covered melons. She squeezed them together around me as I moved between her, fucking her tits. She kept her mouth open and received the tip. "Oh my god, that's so hot! I just wanna be fucked right now," she moaned as she struggled to keep her tits tight around my meat. Finally she pressed them together, burying my cock into her tit meat and moved them up and down. She looked into my face as the intensity of tit-fucking continued. I braced myself and felt once again the powerful force brought on by my sister's affection. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth!" I warned as blast after blast shot our my dick and into her throat. I heard her gulp and watched her swallow three times, but there was too much. She backed away as if in disappointment at herself as my cock continued unleashing the torrent of jizz. It ran down the sides of her hair and between her cleavage. She crawled up and kissed me." "God Cissy. That was incredible!" "You too. I've never felt anything like that." "Me either," I said. "Shut up! You've been with lot's of other girls." "No. Just Lila. And it's different when you're in love with someone," I added. "You're so sweet. I love you too!" she smiled. We adjusted ourselves in the last few minutes of the ride and tried to look presentable. She tried to wipe all the cum off of herself but the two kleenex she brought with her weren't equal to the task. He chest and face looked a little glazed and her hair was clinging to one side of her face. I probably painted no better a picture with my undone pants and face covered with my sister's juices. The limo stopped and we were let out at our door. I tipped the chauffeur and we walked into the house. Once back inside, Cissy drew me upstairs and we sat on her bed and kissed. Our hands fumbled at each other's clothes. She undid my tie and shirt and I unzipped the back of her gown. What started out slow and fumbling became frenzied and hurried as we exposed our bodies to each other. She lay me on the bed and once more took me into her mouth. I watched as her pouty red shining lips move up and down my shining pole. She positioned herself over me. "Now the main event," she said proudly, "I want you inside me, honey. Go slow though, I kind of suspected it might be a bit hard at first, but looking at the equipment here, I think gentleness is the watchword." She guided the tip of my manhood to the lips of her pussy and she was totally wet. She sank down, impaling herself slowly onto me. "is it okay, Cis?" I asked as she exhaled. "It kind of feels tight, but also good. I want all of you. Inside me. Now," she said sinking down on me further. Her pussy was as tight as a velvet vice but as slick as lotion. I let her take the lead. About half of my seven inches was inside her and she was moving slowly. "You're so big and thick, babe." I took both her breasts in my hands and caressed them. Her skin was smooth and cool to the touch. Her nipples were hard and swollen. "That's it. Play with my breasts!" she cried and sank a little further down on my cock. I moved a little deeper inside her and we slowly established a rhythm. "You feel incredible, Cis," I whispered. "You too. It feels okay now," she said. Her nails were digging into my shoulders as I pushed myself further inside her. She was looking directly into my eyes as moved herself up and down on my meat. Our rhythm was growing faster and more urgent with every thrust and a thin dew of sweat broke out on my sister's porcelain flesh. She leaned over me and whispered in my ear, "That's it! Fuck me! Fuck me. Ooh - I'm so close - I'm gonna explode." Her breathing quickened and I felt her bite into my shoulder as she ground her tight pussy on my cock. I was now buried inside her to the hilt. She reached a hand between us and rubbed her clit gently. I arched up beneath her to further grind into her wet pussy as the pace of her rocking above me quickened. I was about ready to cum. "Sis, you need to slow down. I'm...." "I can't. Oh honey! I'm cumming. Oh God!!" she wailed, not slowing down a bit as she convulsed on top of me. I could feel her womanhood squeezing tighter around me as she came. I couldn't stop myself. "Cissy! I'm cumming inside you!" I cried as my loins exploded into her. It felt like lightning ripping through me as blast after blast erupted inside her hot virgin pussy. "Yes, baby! Do it. I can feel you. Oh God! This is what I wanted! Fill me up with your cum! Make love to me" The throes of our ecstasy tapered off and she lay on top of me. Our sweat-covered bodies trying to catch our breath. We made love three more times that night until the morning. We woke up and made love again in the bed and once more in the shower. Afterwards, we slept until the afternoon when the phone rang and woke us. It was the hospital. Mom had passed away peacefully in the night. Cissy and I cried together and I went to the hospital to sign papers. Mom wanted to be cremated and the remaining extended family would need a few weeks to travel, so it was agreed to have a memorial service in three weeks. Cissy and I were able to finish our exams and the memorial was a small event. Afterwards, we went back to the house to talk about the future. Cissy, decided to take the scholarship at Temple while I took the job in the same city. Our uncle Bill agreed to sell the house for us. She nestled into me on the couch. "Just you and me - forever Cissy," I said. "No. Not anymore," she said solemnly. My heart broke as the words came out. I couldn't believe she was going to leave me. "What's wrong?" I pleaded. "Nothing. It's just...I think I'm pregnant." The darkness in my heart turned to light at her news. "That's great!" I cried. "You mean it? I thought you'd be upset." "Never. You're the most beautiful woman in the wolrd and I feel so lucky to start a family with you. I want to grow old with you and be with you forever." We kissed and made love on the couch. We agreed to name it Marcella if it was a girl and Marcus if it was a boy.