26 comments/ 162053 views/ 75 favorites Comforting Sister Ch. 01 By: Lalah Author's Note: This is an erotic story about the developing feelings of a brother and sister, their flirting, interactions, and a little romance. The sexual tension keeps escalating and there are plenty of sexy and emotional scenes, but they won't go all the way before the very end. As always thanks to AsylumSeeker for taking the time to edit my story. * "Summer," I thought as I watched with anticipation the familiar house grow closer out of the taxi window, "is always such a great time for a college student; no classes, great weather, and more importantly, girls in tight bikinis." Like every summer I would be spending the vacation at my parent's house. Not very glamorous, but they were always eager to see me and my sister, especially our mother; she relished being able to fret over us as if we were still her little darlings. God forbid we dare touch the laundry or cook something. I suspect she never got over me and more recently my sister leaving the house. Seeing as I would be entirely free of my time, I was planning on spending my days showing off at the beach, flirting with and sexing up the cute girls, no strings attached, before I had to head back to school. But not today, right now I was very much looking forward to seeing my sister again; we hadn't seen each other since last summer when she finally decided her major and moved off to some distant, artsy College. "Here we are," the driver announced over his shoulder as the taxi slowed to a halt in front of the house. "Fifteen seventy-five." I took out my wallet, dug out a twenty and handed it over. "Keep the change," I offered before getting out, suitcase in hand. I closed it again behind me. "Thanks," I heard from the open window as the taxi moved past me, but I had already dismissed it, looking instead at the house. I had missed it; its well-groomed edges, airy yard, and its familiar contours bringing back childhood memories. Hell of a lot better than some cramped dorm room. I saw the parent's cars in the drive; good, looking like they were home. I was at the door in a couple of quick steps. I burst in, smiling expectantly. "Hi, I'm home!" After a puzzled moment my smile melted in worry; no reactions, no one coming to check the door? This wasn't like them. I let my suitcase fall to the floor, forgotten, and hurried in to investigate. Had something bad happened? A nervous look in passing told me there was no one in the living room. I kept running and burst in the dining room, jerking to a halt in shock at the sight greeting me. Here was my father, standing up and hugging my crying sister, while mother sat at the table, ashen. "What's going on," I blurted out. Mother turned her sad eyes on me, just now realizing my presence. She wiped her teary eyes with one hand, looked at my sister and then back at me. "She came back to find that Darren Cypher with another woman," she explained. She opened her mouth to speak again but closed it with a snap and buried her face in her hands instead. I felt anger rising in me. Darren; they'd been going out last summer before she left for college. I thought he was a friend, how could he do this to my sister? "I knew he was bad news." Father growled over my sister's shoulder, patting her back. "I shouldn't have let you get with him, honey." "Dad," she whined, pushing herself away from his chest and out of his arms. "I love him!" without making eye contact with anyone she ran out the room, her steps soon echoing up the stairs. "Cindy," I called, "wait!" I sprang after her, but by the time I reached the stairs I heard a door clang above. I sprinted up and crossed the hallway in record time, stopping before her closed door. I tried the handle; locked. "Open the door," I pleaded. "I just want to talk." "No," came her muffled reply. "I don't want to talk." "Please," I begged. "You don't have to go through this alone" She didn't reply, her only response being her muffled sobs coming through the door. I persevered, but she was deaf to my pleas. Eventually I gave up and skulked away, depressed. Mom was waiting at the foot of the stairs; she looked at me expectantly as I came down. I shook my head and she deflated. "She's such a good girl, why would someone do this to her?" she asked. I shrugged. "I don't know, Mom." I walked past her to the foyer and grabbed my suitcase. "Look, I'm not feeling well. I think I'll go unpack my stuff then get some sleep." She walked up to me and encircled me with her arms. I hugged her small frame back with my free arm. "Good night," she whispered sadly. "I love you honey." "I love you too," I said, freeing myself from her arms and heading up to my room. Things didn't improve any in the next two days; our parents worked most of the day, coming back just before supper, which left me and my sister Cindy alone until then. She would spend that time alone in her room, crying most of the time. I spent my own time watching reruns on the TV and waiting on her in case she would reach out to me, but she didn't. The evenings weren't much better. Mom did manage to get her out of her room for suppers, but she wouldn't talk to us, just ate and headed back to her room. No amount of coaxing would make her smile. Her bad mood was contagious; father was furious, mom was in her own shell, and me, I'm not sure how I felt. Depressed I guess, and a little guilty; if it wasn't for me she would never have met Darren. How could I have been so blind? I should have known he wasn't the kind of guy to get in a relationship. One thing was certain; I couldn't start dating while my sister had her heart broken, it would just make things worse for her. On the third day as I was watching TV I heard the creak of her door opening, heard her light footsteps coming down the stairs. I got off of the couch and turned off the TV hoping she would finally talk, but she went past the living room heading for the kitchen. "Sis," I called as I started going after her. "Wait up!" She didn't stop for me; I finally caught up with her in front of the fridge. Coming up from behind I reached and put my hand on her shoulder. She stopped, but didn't say a word or turn around. I took hold of her other shoulder too, turning her to face me. My heart caught in my throat; she looked a mess. Her hair was unkempt and looked like she hadn't brushed it since the day she first locked herself in her room. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she looked paler than usual. This wasn't fair; I wanted to see her smile again, see her happy again. She avoided my eyes, looking down between us. "Sis," I pleaded, shaking her shoulders lightly, wishing I could get some life into her. "Please look at me; it's going to be okay I'm here for you. Talk to me." "I just want milk," she mumbled under her breath. She reached up, removed my hands from her shoulders and turned around toward the fridge again. I stood there watching, disappointed, as she opened the fridge and took the carton out. She grabbed a glass out of the cupboard and began filling it, but then started shaking in silent sobs, her unsteady hands spilling milk on the counter. With visible effort she managed to fill the glass halfway, but her sobs were worsening; with a racking sob she slammed the glass and carton on the counter and ran past me, up the stairs into her room. I let out a sigh dejectedly, wondering when she would get better. It hurt seeing her like this. I put the carton back in the fridge, grabbed a rag and started cleaning up her mess by wiping the counter. As I grabbed her glass I lost control of my emotions. My sister, my dear, lively little sister was so wounded she couldn't even pour a glass of milk for herself. I felt pain, and anger; anger at myself for being so useless, at him for betraying our friendship, and incongruously even at my sister, for not being happy. In a fit of rage I threw the glass across the room. It hit the wall and shattered sending milk and shards everywhere. I immediately regretted my impulse. How could I be mad at my sister? And I had broken her glass of milk. Holding that glass was the closest I had been to my sister in days. Deflated and ashamed of myself I fetched the mop and started cleaning, wishing school had never ended. That evening Cindy didn't come out of her room for supper. We ate in silence and my parents retired to their room early. As for myself I needed to let some steam off. I grabbed some beers from the fridge and went in the backyard. I sat down on the grass and my gaze crept up to her window. It was closed but the lights were on. She was probably crying again. I opened a beer and drank heavily from it, trying to drown my emotions. After a couple of gulps it surprisingly came up empty. I threw the bottle across the yard and opened another one. I don't know how long I spent outside, but I quickly realized I had drunk too much when I nearly stumbled down on my way back inside. Closing the lights behind me I unsteadily made my way to my room, closed my door with a bang, fumbled with my clothing and slipped under the covers, naked. Time went by as I turned around in bed, unable to fall asleep. On top of the whole ordeal with my sister I realized I had another problem; I was horny. I'm not the kind of person to go long without sex. Although the alcohol had made it come out, it probably explained part of my own emotions the last few days. Just thinking about sex made my cock grow erect. I grabbed it and let out a relieved sight as I started stroking up and down, enjoying the feeling. A little release would probably do wonders for my mood. I had really gotten into it, pumping like crazy, when my door suddenly jerked open. I cried out in surprise, blushing. Getting caught masturbating; I couldn't think of anything more humiliating.. I couldn't see anything in the dark, but I heard Cindy sobbing somewhere in the doorway. "Please," she sniffed. "Can I stay with you like when we were kids? I don't want to be alone..." Relief flooded through me; she hadn't noticed what I what I had been doing. Then what she had just asked registered and I cursed under my breath. Shit! "Uh," I began. "I..." Damn! She was finally opening up after all these days. If I turn her back now she may not ever give me a second chance. "Alright," I let out nervously. "Thanks," she said between two sobs. She closed the door and I heard her walk to the side of the bed. She slipped under the covers, and then toward me. I was lying on my back with my erection pushing against my stomach. She came next to me and snuggled against my side, one arm over me and her chest resting against the side of mine, her head against my shoulder. The thin material of her top was the only thing between her breasts and my naked chest. I draped my left arm around her, hugging her as she cried against me. "It's okay," I whispered, holding her tight against me for comfort. Gently I started kissing the top of her head. "I'm here for you." She snuggled closer until she was lying halfway on top of me. Her leg came up, knee bent, and she draped it onto my legs and lower stomach. I barely stifled a gasp; I could feel my erection pushing against the lower part of her inner thigh. I held my breath dreading her reaction, but it didn't come; she just kept crying against my chest, apparently oblivious to everything but her suffering. Time went on as I desperately tried relaxing, wishing my erection away, but it wouldn't go. From what I could feel she must be wearing panties and a small sleeveless top and her bare skin was hot against mine. She had caught me on the point of an orgasm and to my shame my craving body was interpreting these new sensations in ways I rather didn't want to dwell upon. I don't know how long we lay there, but eventually her crying slowed and finally stopped. I felt it then, when she realized I was naked. Her whole body tensed as she let out a small gasp against my chest. I lay frozen for what seemed like an eternity, not daring to move, until her muscles finally relaxed. I had been afraid she would cry out, but she didn't say anything, simply lay there without moving. We stayed in each other's arms, our rhythmical breathing the only movement in the dark room, until I fell asleep. The next morning I woke up bleary eyed, my head aching from last night's alcohol abuse. And then it all came back to me, my sister sleeping in my bed, my erection pushing against her, when she noticed it... I jerked to a sitting position looking around nervously. There were no traces of her, just my discarded clothing lying all over the floor around the bed. For a moment I almost convinced myself it had all been a beer induced dream, but it had felt too real to be so. My mouth felt pasty; I really needed a glass of water. Ten o'clock already; I had overslept. I got out of bed with eyes half closed against the light and fumbled my jeans on. I made my way out in the hall and to the bathroom but found the door was closed. I tried the handle. Damn; locked. I had just turned my back and was about to head down to the first floor bathroom when I heard the door unlock and open. I turned around and my breath caught; here was my sister wrapped in a small towel, looking better than she had in days. I opened my mouth to speak but closed it nervously; I didn't know what to say with last night still fresh on my mind. She gave me a shy smile; her first in days. "Sorry," she said as she grabbed a brush off the counter. "I was brushing my hair and I guess I forgot the time." Before I could say anything she brushed past me heading toward her room. I turned around to watch her go. Emotions flooded in me; I was happy she had finally found some of her good mood back, but I was still uncomfortable about what had happened last night. Worse; her small towel barely came down to her thighs, exposing her smooth legs. I couldn't help remembering how I had one draped over my naked body all night, remembering the soft feel of it. I realized with shame I had an erection straining against my jeans. Despite myself I couldn't stop staring at her pale legs as she walked back to her room, her bare shoulders, at how her lower ass cheeks would almost pop out as she walked. She finally reached her room and closed the door behind her. Only then did I come back to my senses, disgusted at myself and my erection. This was my sister for God's sake. What was wrong with me? Quickly I entered the bathroom and shut the door behind me as I tried to leave my emotions behind. This hadn't been a good move. Her smell still lingered in the air; flower scented oils and fresh soap. I turned on the tap water and splashed cold water on my face. I gasped in shock but still couldn't rid myself of the image of my sister burned into my mind. A shower; I needed a shower. Quickly I entered it and closed the glass door. The walls were still covered with dripping droplets of water, bringing to my mind thoughts of her bare body as she showered herself, of the bar of soap roaming all over her like a lover's hand. "Oh my God," I whispered, ashamed of myself. I turned on the cold water. A spray hit me and I jumped up with a shriek. This is what I needed; I rested my hands against the wall for support and let the water flow over me until I was shaking and my teeth were clattering. I shut off the water and quickly stepped out, relieved. I grabbed the towel on the hook and froze. It was dripping wet already; she must have used it. Again I was assaulted with images of it being rubbed all over her naked body, on her privates. I was so horny and felt like I was trapped in a minefield, everything I touched reminding me of my sister. I needed to cum, but I couldn't do it while being haunted by her. I let the towel fall to the ground and struggled to slide my wet body into my jeans, then hurried in my room for refuge. I lay on my bed trying to compose myself and decided I wouldn't come out until I was in control of my raging emotions. I was forced into action an hour later thanks to my grumbling stomach. Resigning myself I put a t-shirt and socks on and went in search of food. I found Cindy sitting in the living room wearing sandals, a pair of small shorts and a crop top, looking thoughtful. I felt myself drawn to her. "What's up sis?" I asked. "Heading to the beach?" "No..." she responded, sounding confused "I just... I don't know..." "Come on," I prompted. "Mom left us her car and I'm starving. Let's go out for some hotdogs and then drive around; some fresh air will do you good." "I don't know..." she began. I wasn't about to let her start getting depressed again. I quickly went up to her and grabbed her hand, half lifting-half helping her up. "You think too much! Come on it will be fun!" Still holding her by the hand I went to the door. She wasn't quite resisting, but not quite following either. I grabbed the key next to the door and lead her outside, stopping to bask in the sun. "See?" I asked. "Don't you think that's great? Such a beautiful day." "I guess," she admitted, some enthusiasm starting to warm her voice. Still holding her hand I headed for the car parked in the driveway. This time she kept up with my pace, walking next to me. We came around the passenger side and only then did I let go. I unlocked and opened the door for her. She sat down with little thanks and quickly lowered her window. I went around to the driver side and sat down. A wave of heat hit me and I quickly lowered my window too. It was hot enough we could probably cook something on the dashboard. I quickly started the car and began driving, hoping for some wind. I drove around aimlessly for a while, just enjoying the refreshing wind coming in the window, until my stomach's loud grumblings brought me back to reality. I smiled at my sister. "Hey sis, hotdogs sounds good to you?" She smiled back. "Okay. Your stomach's so loud I bet even the next car can hear it. I don't want you starving to death on me." I patted her thigh playfully and grinned. "Don't worry; if it comes to that I'd probably get a nice little snack out of you. You'd let me eat you, right? You wouldn't let your brother starve to death?" She groaned. "Oh my God that's so bad! Please tell me you've haven't used that line on anyone before." I grinned. "Hey, you'd be surprised by my track record." I turned the car around and headed toward the beach where I knew there were plenty of hot dog stands along the wooden walkway hugging the beach proper. It took us only a couple of minutes getting there. I parked us next to my favorite hot dogs stand; the one I'd been bringing my dates to. I wasn't on a date, I didn't even want to think about that, but this was a pretty nice place which would be good for her morale; here the walkway widened in a wooden platform, with flower pots and benches facing toward the ocean. We paid for some hotdogs and sat down at one of the benches, making small talk as we ate. I didn't want to mention school; that could remind her of what had happened while she was gone, and I didn't want to talk about dates either. We talked about everything and nothing, sports, the weather, etc. She took a bite off her hotdog, struggled with its content nearly spilling out and ended up with ketchup on her lower lip. I stared at it as she talked; feeling the urge to kiss her, lap it up with my tongue. I couldn't hear a word she was saying. Before I knew what I was doing my hand had reached out and came to rest on her cheek. She abruptly stopped talking, looking surprised. My thumb crept to her beautiful lips, found and wiped away the ketchup, but I lingered rubbing them. She blushed and let out a gasp. Realizing what I had done I pulled my hand away, shocked at myself. Comforting Sister Ch. 01 "I'm sorry," I blurted out. "You had some ketchup and I didn't want to interrupt you..." "It's okay," she said, her voice carefully neutral. "Thanks for wiping it off." She looked away. We sat in uncomfortable silence for a moment and I mentally kicked myself. What the hell had I been doing?! I had to say something before this got any more awkward, anything. "So," I began, grasping at anything. "Uh, did Dad tell you he wants to rebuild the shed in the backyard?" "No," she admitted, sounding a little guilty. "I guess I haven't been paying much attention lately." "It's true," I said, telling her everything about it. We were in safe territory again, and before long we drifted subjects and she started smiling again. We finished our hotdogs and sat there a while, talking and soaking in the sun. A couple passed in front of us on the beach, hand in hand, and she lost her smile. She got up. "Let's take a walk," she said. "I don't want to stay here any longer." I got up too and she started ahead on the walkway. I caught up and matched her pace, looking at her out of the corner of my eyes. She looked sad again, lost in thought. I came closer and circled her bare lower back with my arm, pulling her against my side. She stopped walking abruptly and I stumbled to a halt, still holding her. Slowly, tentatively, her arm came around my back too. "You think too much," I admonished. "You need to relax and enjoy yourself a little." "I guess." I took a step forward and we started walking again, holding each other. "You're my little sister and I love you," I confessed. "You're never alone as long as we're together. You know that right?" "I know." She was almost sobbing. "I love you too, it's just that... no never mind." She leaned her head against my shoulder and I hugged her tighter, comforting her. We kept walking in silence. Some time later she abruptly stopped with a wounded gasp, staring at something ahead. I saw him too. Darren, her ex, idling with another guy, watching some girls playing Frisbee on the beach. "Him," I spat, pissed. I let go of my sister and stalked to him, pissed. He was checking out some girl and apparently having a good time, not looking bothered at all over his breakup. I came up behind him and shoved; he stumbled forward catching his balance at the last second. "What the hell!" he snapped, turning around. "You," I grabbed hold of his collar, yelling in his face. "How could you do this to my sister!" He pushed me off harshly and managed to free himself, then took a step back. "What's your problem?" he began heatedly but I interrupted. "You know what my problem is!" I went to grab him again but Cindy came up behind me, trying to pull me back. "Please don't do this," she begged. I wasn't in a listening mood; I lunged forward and punched him in the face. He lost his balance and fell on his ass. "Oh my God," Cindy shrieked, grabbing my arm and pulling back with all she was worth. "Stop! Don't fight!" I realized what I had been doing to her and my anger left me as fast as it had came, replaced by concern; I didn't want to make my sister start crying again. "I'm sorry," I said. "I shouldn't have done that." I grabbed her hand and started walking quickly the way we had come. "I'm sorry," I repeated. "Let's go." When we were far enough I slowed down to a more sedate pace. "I'm really sorry," I apologized. "Are you mad at me for hitting your ex?" "I don't know," she said. "Nothing is simple anymore." I looked at her out of the corner of my eyes, at her bare midriff, her smooth legs, her beautiful hair stumbling down to her shoulders. "I know," I sighed. We walked back to the car and drove home in silence. Once home she thanked me for the ride and went to her room saying she wanted to take a nap. I settled in front of the TV, trying without success to get all these thoughts of my sister out of my head. Later on I heard a car stop in the driveway and checked the time; six and a half pm. I heard the front door open and mom came in the living room carrying a pizza box, dad following behind her. "Hi honey," she greeted. "I had to do overtime and your dad had to wait to give me a ride, so we stopped on the way to get a pizza." She lowered her voice. "How's your sister today?" "She was fine," I said. "I managed to get her to go outside today, and I think she liked it." "That's great!" she cheered, handing the pizza box to dad. "You men set the plates; I'll go get your sister. Your father and I have something to tell you kids." She was already up the stairs before she had finished talking, her voice growing fainter over the distance. I got up and followed dad to the kitchen, we set the table and sat down. "We saw her ex today," I told dad. "I punched him, Cindy wasn't very happy about that." He smiled and was about to say something when mom came in followed by Cindy. He closed his mouth, swallowing what he had been about to say. Cindy was still in her small shorts and crop top, and mom was babbling to her "... so happy you're feeling better, I was beginning to think..." I stopped paying attention to what she was saying, watching my sister instead. She sat down in front of me as mom served the pizza, still talking. "Your father and I have good news," mom finally said, grabbing a slice of pizza and sitting down. "Right my love?" "Yeah." Dad sounded more reserved. "Your mom had an idea." "Such a good one," she exclaimed. "We all need to get away from the house and get some fresh air. I was talking with Roseann down in accounting, you know the one with the Yorkshire Terrier and I had an idea. Your father and I moved our vacations around and we're all going camping like when you were kids!" "You haven't even asked them if they want to go," dad said. "Of course they want to go," she responded. "It's going to be so much fun!" I looked at my sister in resignation. She didn't look too thrilled either; there was no stopping mom when she was in that mood. "Uh," I responded. "When are we going?" "Next weekend," mom announced. "We'll park at the river then canoe to the lake." I groaned mentally; we were in for the long haul. I ate in silence as mom went on about everything she had planned, dad sometimes interrupting with a question or suggestion. I was drifting away in thought, not really following the discussion. My gaze went to my sister sitting in front of me; she had eaten half her slice and was playing absentmindedly with a fork, looking bored. She was so beautiful. For some reason I had never really noticed that before. How could Darren have wanted to cheat on her? What a fool. I secretly looked at her while eating. Her hair was a little longer than when I had last seen her; it used to stop just below her ears and now it went to her shoulders. She must have started training, as there wasn't an inch of fat on her. Her breasts seemed like a nice c-cup and-wait; was she wearing a bra? Her crop top was pretty tight and I couldn't see any bumps under it where straps should be. Could I make out her nipples? She shifted in her seat. I looked up and saw her looking at me. Shit! Had she seen me looking at her breasts? I quickly dropped my gaze to my plate, hoping I wasn't blushing in embarrassment. I really needed to learn better control; she must be taking me for a pervert. When everyone was finally done eating we retired to the living room to watch some reality shows. Mom really loved those. The parents sat on the couch and Cindy went for the recliner. I sat on the opposite side of the room, on the couch next to my father and kept my eyes firmly glued to the screen, refusing to let them wander near my sister again, especially in front of our parents. Eventually the reality shows ended and mom excused herself and went to bed. Dad switched channels until he found an old movie. "So," he said. "What do you kids think about your mother's vacation?" "I don't know," Cindy began. "Last time we went she ended up making friends with that old couple and we were stuck with them for a week." "Don't remind me," he groaned. "But this time won't be so bad; I rented us a cabin on one of the small islands. We'll load up the canoes and row up the river until we reach the lake then head for the island. We will be alone." "That does sound better," she admitted. He stretched with a yawn. "I'm happy you kids don't mind the trip. I'm going up for some sleep now; got work early tomorrow." And with that he left the room, leaving us alone. We sat in silence watching TV and I grew uncomfortable; the mention of sleep had recalled memories of last night to my mind and they had an effect on my body. I regretted not putting any underwear on this morning as I felt an erection straining against my jeans. I looked in my sister's general direction, not daring to look at her directly. "Well I guess I'll take a shower and go to sleep too. Good night." "Good night." There was no graceful way to go about what I had to do. Quickly I stood trying to keep my back to her, hoping she wouldn't spot my erection. As soon as I was up I sped upstairs out of sight and headed for the shower. I didn't stay in for long; I still had an erection and the temptation was great to stroke it, but the bathroom walls were thin and I didn't want to be heard masturbating. I quickly washed myself while trying not to linger on my groin and came out as soon as possible. I dropped my dirty clothing in the laundry chute and wrapped a towel around my waist. I opened the door a sliver and took a peek outside; good, she wasn't around. I hurried to my room, closing the door behind me. I hesitated next to the bed. I like sleeping naked; I always do so, but what if Cindy comes in again? She wouldn't, I decided. This was my room anyway; I can sleep as I feel like, and she didn't seem to mind the first time. My decision reached I let the towel fall to the floor and quickly got under the covers. I couldn't find sleep. For some reason I was really hot and full of energy. I reached for the window and drew back the curtains, opening it to let some fresh air in and then settled back under the covers. But still, even with the breeze I realized sleep wasn't coming; the seconds seemed to drag on for minutes, the minutes for hours. My door started opening slowly. "Are you sleeping Jeff?" I heard my sister whisper. I sat up and looked at her in the moonlight coming in from the window. She was standing in the doorway looking at me, wearing a pair of pink panties, a matching short camisole and definitely no bra. I felt the stirring of an erection. "I'm awake," I whispered back. "Do you mind if I sleep in your arms?" she asked. I lifted the cover next to me invitingly, making sure not to expose my nakedness. She closed the door and slipped in next to me. "Thanks," she said as she pushed herself against my side. "Please hold me in your arms." I turned nervously on my side, facing her. My arms went around her back and I pulled her toward my body, holding my breath anxiously. Our bodies made contact and melded against each others, my erection pushed against her stomach just above her panties but she didn't say anything. Her head came to rest against my chest and I let out my breath. We lay in each other's arms as I caressed her back. Gathering my courage I slipped my hand under her camisole, caressing the silken smooth skin of her naked back. I knew what I was doing was most likely wrong, I knew I was leaking pre-cum against her stomach, and that she was probably in too vulnerable a state of mind to really think clearly, but I couldn't stop myself. I kept caressing her back even after I heard her breathing even out and knew she was asleep, enjoying the feel of her skin, but eventually I grew sleepy too. I let my hand slip down to rest over her panty covered ass as she lay against me, the tip of my fingers against her lower ass cheek poking out of her panties. I fell asleep and dreamt of making hot passionate love to my sister. When I woke up the next morning I found her still sleeping in my arms. I spent a moment just enjoying the feeling of her in my arms. She seemed so fragile; it was up to me to protect her, take care of her. I extricated myself away from her and out of the bed, rummaged through my drawer, put some boxers on and headed for the kitchen. I came back half an hour later with a tray of food and put it down on the bed next to her. I had apparently knocked the covers away from her when I got up earlier, and now I could clearly see her upper body in the light. The fresh wind coming in the open window had hardened her nipples and they were pushing against the thin fabric of her top. I leaned over her and my hand hovered over one of her breasts, torn. This was wrong; I had to control myself. Instead I put my hand on her shoulder, shaking it gently. Her breasts started moving a little in response and I looked at them hungrily, shaking her a little harder. I felt her stir and raised my eyes to her face, saw her open her eyes blearily. "Hi," I said. "I brought you breakfast." She sat up on the bed, half asleep. I couldn't help myself and asked, "Did you sleep well last night?" She didn't look at me. "Yeah, thanks for comforting me." I set the platter on her legs and sat next to her where it had been. "Here, eat this." Slowly she started eating, still not fully awake. "Are you just going to sit there watching me eat," she asked nervously after a moment as I watched her teeth sink in a slice of honeydew melon. I shrugged. "I helped myself to some fruits as I prepared your food." She handed me the slice of melon. "You need to eat too, and you're making me self conscious watching me eat alone like this." I gently took if off her hand and looked at her bite mark. I could see the outline of her teeth; I had to resist the urge of reaching out with my tongue and licking it. Instead I contented myself with biting where she had bitten, where her saliva most likely lingered still. I looked up to see her blushing and looking at me. When our eyes met she quickly lowered her head, attacking her egg. The rest of the meal went without incident as she ate and I made a show of finishing the melon. "Thanks," she said, getting up nervously. She looked down at herself. "So huh, I gotta go change, see you later." The rest of the day went normally as we acted as if nothing had ever happened. We made small talk, watched TV and when they came back home ate with the parents. That night too I went to bed naked, and again she came for comfort. We snuggled in spoon fashion, my erection pushing against her ass through her panties. Again she didn't say anything, not even that one time when under the guise of getting more comfortable I rubbed myself against her ass, pushing my erection firmly between her cheeks. I was so excited I didn't fall asleep until before the early hours of the morning. When I woke up the next day I was alone in bed. I checked the time. Damn; one p.m. already! I put on some boxers and went down looking for my sister. I found her lying on the couch in a skirt and t-shirt, reading a book. "Hey sis," I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. I had an obvious erection straining against my boxers, but I didn't care. "Wow I really overslept. You should have woken me up." She smiled at me. "You looked so tired, I just had to let you get some rest." She closed her book, standing up. "You must be hungry. Come, I owe you a breakfast." And she walked toward the kitchen. I followed her. We reached the kitchen and I sat down at the table, watching her go around gathering things. I could get used to this; hugging each other to sleep every night and then eating breakfast together. "Eggs okay with you?" she asked. She had her head in the bridge with her ass poking out, giving me a good view of her beautiful legs and thighs as her skirt crept up. "So the weekend starts tomorrow," I said, changing subjects and trying to take my mind somewhere else. In the mood I was in all I wanted was to sneak up behind her and lift that skirt, pull down those panties and fuck her like crazy. "You ready for the camping trip?" She stood up and turned around to look at me, alarmed. "I had forgotten! How long did they say we would go? I don't know if I can sleep alone..." I got up and came to her. I hugged her in my arms and she hugged back. "It's okay," I soothed, slipping my hand under her t-shirt to massage her back. "I'm here for you, I'll be there too." My hand came up against the back straps of her bra; I unhooked them and they fell out of the way. I kept caressing, one hand on her lower back, the other where the strap had been. The moment didn't last long; soon she pulled back and retied her bra. "I gotta prepare your breakfast." I went and sat back at the table. She hastily cooked me some eggs and brought them over, then pointed at her book lying on the table. "So uh, I'll go read now." She picked it up and left the room. I ate in silence thinking about her smooth skin. When I came back in the living room I found her lying on the couch reading her book again. I managed to squeeze behind her and hugged her body against me, caressing her thigh as she read. I think I may have fell asleep a while. When I heard our parents' car I quickly headed back to my room to get some pants and a shirt on. I didn't pay much attention that supper as mom went on in detail about her preparations; all that mattered to me was the coming night and my sister. This could possibly be the last night we would spend together. When she came that night and slipped in my bed I went to snuggle against her but she stopped me with a nervous hand on my chest. "Do you think I'm beautiful?" she asked, her voice shaking. "Of course," I replied honestly. "You're the most beautiful woman I have even seen. She was silent for a while, and finally she spoke up. "Please lay on your back," she asked. I did, puzzled. She snuggled against my side. I let out a gasp as her hand grabbed my erect cock. Emotions were raging in me. I really wanted her to keep touching me, but it was so wrong. Should this really happen? Would this forever change our relationship? "Cindy," I began nervously, but she shushed me to silence. "It's okay. I know you; I know you need sex and you're staying single for me, that it's burning you inside. Let me do this for you." She started stroking my cock up and down; I was in heaven, the guilt had for now been replaced by love; love for my kind, beautiful little sister. I loved her so much at that moment I could spend my whole life like this with her, I realized. "We're not really doing anything wrong?" she asked. I merely moaned in response. I reached behind her with my hand as she lay against me and slipped it in her panties, grabbing her ass. She let out a gasp but kept stroking. She was so smooth; I squeezed her ass cheek in my hand, fondling it as she masturbated me. I could already feel an orgasm building, overwhelmed by the sensation of my sister stroking me, of my hand on her ass. I closed my eyes and let the pleasure fill me. I came with a grunt, shooting load after load of sperm all over her hand and my stomach. We lay unmoving, her hand still around my shrinking cock, mine still in her panties, until we fell asleep. I woke up still in the same position the next morning and quickly I had a new erection while looking at my beloved sister sleeping against me. I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. "Sis, wake up, my love," I said, still kissing her mouth. I pushed my tongue between her parted lips, exploring her mouth. She woke up with a gasp against my mouth, pulling her head away. Comforting Sister Ch. 01 "What?" she looked around, confused. "It's me sis," I said, squeezing her ass cheek. "I need a shower, please come with me?" "A shower!?" She seemed dazed and confused. "But, I don't know..." Still fondling her ass I slipped my other hand under her top, squeezing on a bare breast as I leaned forward and kissed her mouth again. At first her body was rigid, but then she moaned in my mouth and melted in my hands. "A shower... okay..." she breathed. "But please... no more fondling." I pulled my hand out of her clothing. "Okay sis, no fondling." I took hold of her hand and still naked lead her out stumbling, heading for the bathroom before she could change her mind. We went in and I locked the door behind us. When I turned back around I caught her staring at my erection, blushing. "I never thought... I never considered... is this really happening?" She seemed to be talking to herself. I came close to her, putting my hand on her shoulder. "Come on sis, you've seen me naked, it's not fair; your turn now." She looked at me nervously. "No fondling, right? "No fondling," I repeated. She grabbed the bottom of her camisole, took a steadying breath and pulled it over in one quick motion, then let it fall in the laundry chute. I stared at her perfect breasts; an alluring white against the darker, more tanned skin of her body. I reached with my hand but she took a nervous step back. "You said no fondling," she pleaded. I lowered my hand, instead going for my erection, stroking slowly. "Sorry sis, they're just so beautiful." She looked at the hand on my cock for a second, and then dropped her gaze away nervously. Taking hold of the waistband of her panties she turned her back on me. She started lowering them; they went down her thighs exposing her white ass and then further down. She bent to get them off, giving me a perfect view of her beautiful ass. They too went in the chute. She turned around shyly, looking at the ground. My hungry eyes went to her wet, trimmed pussy. "Wow!" I exclaimed. "You're so beautiful; an angel. I'd do anything to suck that pussy of yours." She blushed. "Don't say that! I'm not that beautiful." "Yes you are," I confirmed. I had never been so aroused in my life. I came forward and hugged her in my arms, kissing her passionately on the mouth, my cock pushing against her stomach. "You said no fondling," she let out against my mouth. "I'm not fondling," I said, pushing my tongue between her lips. Our tongues met and intertwined. Still locked in a passionate kiss I steered us inside the shower, closing the glass door behind us. Finally I pulled back, grasping for hair. She leaned back against the wall for support, her eyes closed. I started the water and handed her the soap. "You first." She opened her eyes, looked at me and grabbed the bar. I stood against the wall and watched her soap herself, imagining it was my hand caressing her body; starting from the shoulders, lingering a little on her breasts, then her hard nipples. Down to her slim stomach, her legs; the legs that had first touched my penis, and then her pussy... I reached for her hand and grabbed the soap. "Let me do your back." She turned around, presenting it to me. With one hand I started soaping her, with the other I rubbed, making circles, massaging her. I worked on her back and she sighed, then I kneeled and starting from her ankle I massaged my way up all the way to her upper thigh, stopping just before her ass. I did the same thing with the other leg, creeping up, but this time I did go for it. She let out a moan, arching her back and pushing her ass out. I was still kneeling between her legs; I lingered on her ass, massaging her cheeks, squeezing them. I slid the soap between her cheeks, against her anus, and then I went down between her thighs and to her pussy. I gently slid it between her lips; teasing her, going all the way up to her engorged clit then back down, pushing it a little into her sex , making her moan and beg for more as she leaned on the wall for support. I let the soap fall to the shower floor. "Turn around," I told her. She turned around, leaning against the wall with her legs spread. I came between her thighs, leaned forward and kissed her pussy, her clit, then let my tongue out, tasting her all over. Suddenly the water grew ice cold. She tried springing out of the shower but I didn't want to miss what could be a onetime occasion. Holding her with one arm around the waist I stopped the water. I pushed her back against the wall I started licking her pussy again; my tongue found her clit, teased it. I brought two fingers against the entrance of her pussy, pushed and they were in, inside my sister's pussy. I started pumping in and out, nibbling her clit. She was getting back into it; she grabbed my hair, pushing my face in her pussy, wanting more. And then we jumped in surprise; a knock on the bathroom door! We were supposed to be alone! "Jeff is that you honey?" mom asked through the door. "What are you doing in there? I have some washing I need to before we leave today, we're running out of time and the other washer is busy already. Oh, and have you seen your sister? I could really use her help." We were in big trouble. "I'm coming out mom, it won't be long." "Hurry up," she replied. "We'll be late." "Damn," I whispered. "What do we do?" Cindy looked horrified. "I don't know! Oh my God she'll kill us!" I got up and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Don't panic," I pleaded. "We'll find something. We have to hide you." "Where?" she asked. "Look around." It was true, I realized with horror. The glass shower, the bath, sink, toilet, washing machines. No room to hide. Unless... "There's a way," I said. "Get out the window to the roof." "Are you crazy!?" she almost shrieked but managed to lower her voice at the last second. "I'm not going on the roof naked!" "Grab a towel," I said. "It's not for long, just a minute so she can start the wash." More knocking came from the door; frantic. "Hurry up," mom demanded. "We're about to leave, and your father needs your help loading the car. Come out! Why did you sleep so late?" "Damn," I whispered. I grabbed Cindy and dragged her out of the shower. "Grab a towel, get out!" "There's just one," she gasped. "What will you do?" I looked around frantically, but it was true. Mom must have packed all the other towels. I had no clothing, Cindy had thrown hers in the chute down to the basement and there was nothing else for shelter in this secondary bathroom. "What are you yelling at?" came dad's voice from the other side of the door, addressing mom. "Jeff's in there," mom complained. "We'll be late." "Jeff," dad asked. "Are you done in there?" "Yes, yes!" I said. "Give me a second." I pushed Cindy toward the window, opening it. "No choice, I said. Hurry up." She glared at me and, blushing, went out the window. I closed it until it was about to lock and stopped so she could open it from outside. I ran to the door, wrapped the towel around myself, and opened. "I'm out now," I began. Mom ran past me with a bundle of clothing, heading for the washing machine. "We'll be late," she interrupted. "Where's your sister?" Dad shook his head. "Get dressed and come down for breakfast," he said. "Then we'll load the car." He turned and headed downstairs. I quickly went to my room to put something on and then followed. I had been sitting at the table eating cereal and chatting up with dad about last minute preparations when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I looked up and saw mom coming down. "Where's Cindy?" she asked, almost running. "I'm going out to get more ice for the cooler. If you see her tell her to check the wash." And then she was gone, probably already outside by now. "She's really into this," I commented. Dad grunted noncommittally in response. "Hurry up; I'd like to get the canoes loaded before your mother gets back." And then asked, "Where is your sister?" I shrugged. "Probably up for a walk before we leave." I sneaked a glance at him as I finished my cereal. Could I sneak away and go get her? Probably not; he'd want to know where I was going when we had work to do. With a resigned sigh I got up and put the bowl in the sink. "Alright let's go." We had already loaded the first canoe and were working on the second one by the time Cindy came out wearing a pair of sandals and a small skirt over a sexy two pieces bikini. My eyes immediately went to her pert breasts nearly spilling out of her top and I stumbled, nearly letting the canoe slip from my hands. "Watch what you're doing!" dad scolded as he struggled with his side, "I nearly lost my grip!" He then saw Cindy and smiled at her. "Oh hi honey. Your mother's been looking all over for you. She wants you to take care of the wash." She nodded, looked at me with an "I'm not done with you yet" look and walked back inside. I wanted to go talk to her but I couldn't get a moment for it. When we finished loading the canoes I thought I would have a chance, but when Mom came back she rode herd on us, not letting any of us have a free moment. Once she was done with the wash Cindy was drafted too, and I was limited to the occasional eye contact. "Well," mom finally announced as we finished and I sat down on the grass, sweating. "You kids go get your luggage. We don't have all day." Cindy and I looked at each other in horror; we had forgotten about packing our stuff. Mom saw our expressions. "Don't tell me you kids aren't ready yet? Go, go," she shooed us away. "Hurry up!" We sprung for the house, hurrying upstairs. An idea hit me just as I entered my room; this may be my only opportunity to talk to my sister alone before a long time. I turned and headed for her room. I found her kneeling in front of a drawer, grabbing clothing and throwing it on her bed. "Sis," I began. "You!" she interrupted, getting up and stalking up to me, stopping an inch from my face. "I had to spend half an hour naked on the roof before I saw mom leave! I bet all the neighbors saw me up there!" She was about to say more but I hugged her against me and locked my lips on hers. She pushed on my chest and struggled to free herself but I didn't relent. Still holding her against me I took a step forward, forcing her toward the bed. She bumped against it and fell back on top of the clothing she had been piling up, me on top of her. Only then did I reluctantly pull my lips away from hers. "I bet you liked being naked up there, the whole neighborhood being able to see you." My hand went in her bikini bottom and found her wet pussy. I pushed a finger inside and she let out a moan. With my other hand I lifted the top over her breasts baring them to me. Leaning down I sucked on one hungrily. It was so smooth, so perfect. I couldn't believe I was sucking my sister's breast. "I want you," she panted. Her hand went for my zipper and my cock sprang out. She grabbed it and started jerking, making me grunt in pleasure against her hard nipple. I needed her, wanted her now. She made a sound of protest as I removed my hand from her bottom but it was silenced when I moved it to the side, exposing her trimmed pussy. She spread her legs invitingly and let go of my cock. I grabbed it and guided it between her thighs, rubbing the head of my cock all over her pussy, paying special attention to her engorged clit. "Are you kids done?" mom's voice came from somewhere. We recoiled from each other as if burned. I sprang up from the bed looking around nervously as Cindy sat up and fumbled with her top, hiding her breasts. I realized she wasn't in the room and relaxed a little. "Coming right down," I yelled and hurried to my room. I grabbed the suitcase from my closet, threw it on the bed and hastily grabbed some clothing, throwing it in at random. When it looked full enough I closed it, pushed a little and managed to lock it. Taking hold of it I hurried out of the room. I heard Cindy gasp just as I was about to go down the stairs. "Your cock!" I looked down and blushed; my deflated cock was hanging out of my open fly, a drop of pre-cum glistening in the light. I put my cock back in my pants and zipped up. "Thanks sis," I said gratefully and then we ran down the stairs, suitcase in hand. "Took you long enough!" Mom said when she saw us coming outside. "Get in the car. I'll lock up the house." I opened the door and slipped into the cramped car. There wasn't much room and we had to bunch up, suitcases on our knees. "I'm sorry," father apologized, looking at us through the rearview mirror. "She's so excited about this trip; you know how she gets." Mom came back, sat in front next to dad and he started the car. "I hope we didn't forget anything," he said. We had been on the road for half an hour and the parents were making small talk, but I found I could not concentrate on the discussion. I couldn't get my sister out of my head; I wanted that tight pussy of hers. I readjusted my suitcase to hide what I was about to do from view and sneaked my hand on my sister's thigh. She gasped under her breath and pushed my hand away nervously. I wasn't to be deterred so easily; immediately I put it back. She looked at me with murder in her eyes but I knew she really liked it. I slipped my hand under her skirt and up until I made contact with her bikini. I pulled it aside and started teasing her pussy; sometimes I would rub my whole hand up and down against it, sometimes I would concentrate my fingers on her clit. She had trouble sitting still; her face was flushed and I knew she was struggling not to make any noise. I kept teasing her as we drove but I didn't let her get an orgasm, stopping a little when she got too much into it. The trip seemed to be going faster now, although she probably thought otherwise. We finally reached our destination a little after midday. I helped dad get the canoes out and to the riverside as the women emptied the car. The parents had decided we would row out an hour or so looking for a nice spot then stop for food; mom had prepared a big lunch for us. Once the canoes were loaded we split into groups: mom and dad in one, me and my sister in the other. They got in theirs first. Dad pushed it in the water and they started rowing a couple of feet away to give us room. "You sit in front," I told Cindy as she reached the canoe. She shrugged and sat up front on the bottom, paddle in hand. I took off my shoes and socks, rolled up my pants, pushed the canoe fully in the water, quickly got in and sat down in the back. We started rowing. The parents kept on ahead and we followed behind. I let the distance between our canoes drop and when we were safely far enough back I whispered. "I love you, I need you." "Are you crazy?" she asked in a whisper. "Do you want them to hear?" "We're far enough away," I countered. "Don't tell me you don't want it too. I know you do." She was silent for a moment, then turned sideways and glared at me. "You kept me wet the whole drive," she hissed under her breath. "You're lucky we aren't alone or I'd slap you silly." And she went back to staring ahead. I decided this wasn't a good time to push it and hurried the pace to catch up with the parents. We rowed the rest of the way in silence. Finally they decided on a spot and we stopped for lunch. We dragged the canoes to the shore and dad put a square of cloth down for us to sit on as mom dug around the canoes for the food. "Uh," I began. "I think there's wild berries along the river. Sis, wanna go look around with me for a minute?" Mom piped in, "Berries? That could be good. You kids can go but don't stray too far." I sighed. "You know we're adults right? "Nonsense," she replied. "You'll always be my little children." I looked at Cindy, she looked at me suspiciously. "I don't know," she began. "Come on," I interrupted. "You heard mom; berries will be great." Before she could reply I grabbed her by the hand and dragged her toward the trees. We breached the tree line and I led us farther into the forest until we were safely out of sight and hidden behind a tall bush. Finally I turned to her and grabbed her in my arms. "I don't care," I said, "I want to have sex with you right now." I kissed her on the lips, inserting my tongue between her parting lips. She hesitated at first but then her tongue met mine. I lifted her in my arms and with our lips still locked on each other's I laid her on the ground and settled myself on top of her, breaking our kiss and trying to catch my breath. "I need you too," she admitted. My hand came between her thighs and found her bikini bottom. I tugged and it slipped down over her hips, she lifted her ass and it went down and off her legs. Here she was legs spread for me, her pussy finally exposed and waiting. I didn't lose any time; I unzipped my pants, pulled my hard cock out and plunged in, we both let out a groan of pleasure. She wrapped her bare legs around me as I started pumping in and out, frantic. She reached between us and started rubbing her clit as we fucked. Before long she was panting loudly, crying out my name as I fucked her pussy; my sister's pussy. She must be a screamer, I realized and put my lips on hers and my tongue in her mouth before she could expose us. I could feel my orgasm building and knew I would cum soon. So too was my sister; she had grown frantic and was meeting my thrusts mid way, moaning heavily in my mouth. I heard mom in the distance calling out for us but I didn't care and just started pumping more urgently. This time I wouldn't stop for any reason. She was getting closer; we probably shouldn't have just walked a straight line from the shore. "Food is ready, where are you kids?" She couldn't be more than a couple of steps away from us now, probably just behind that bush. My sister cried out in my mouth and her whole body shook, her legs pushed hard against my back and her pussy squeezed my cock. I came then, filling her hot cunt with my sperm. I kept fucking her; I could feel sperm dribbling out of her pussy and against my cock. I didn't stop until I was fully expended. And then I sensed movement in the bush, heard it part and knew she was about to find us. I rolled away from my sister, turning my back to the bush as I knelt and hurriedly inserted my shrinking cock back in my pants. "There you are!" I heard mom exclaim behind my back. I turned around expecting the worse. Mom had stepped into our little clearing, my sister was now sitting and had managed to cover her leaking pussy with her skirt, probably just in time. Mom looked worriedly at both of us. "You kids are all flushed! Hurry up! We need to get some sunscreen on you both before you burn." "Yes mom," I said while still trying to catch my breath. "The sun is hot today." Cindy held her skirt to her and scrambled up looking around discretely, for her bikini bottom, I realized. I looked around too and was relieved to find out it wasn't in sight. It must have landed in a bush or something. "No time to search for berries now," mom said when she saw us looking. "If we don't hurry up there won't be any sun left when we get there." I doubted that, but there was no arguing with her when she was in that mood. She started walking, looking back to make sure we followed. As we headed back toward the shore I couldn't help thinking about the sperm which was probably now leaking out of my sister's pussy and down her leg. I could feel my cock starting to stir again at the thought. Hopefully this was only the first time in what I hoped would be our new relationship. Once the vacation was over I'd probably have to switch majors but I knew I had to move in with her. And, I realized with a smile, no one knew of us there. I could be her boyfriend.