0 comments/ 62572 views/ 42 favorites Jello By: fadedgiant This story is one of love between a brother and sister cultivated during years of togetherness. Both are consenting adults when they have their first sexual moment. * I am not sure how modern psychologists define anything anymore; I will just say that my sister and I grew up in a normal Midwestern home. Dad worked normal businessmen hours, yet as the boss, he spent many hours after work working. While my sister and I were young, mom stayed home to taking care of us and run the household. We took family vacations in the station wagon that meant long boring hours of driving to some historic destination. Well, psychologist, were we normal? Our parents named me Justin and my sister, not quite two years younger, Justine; I think they wanted twins. My earliest memories are of Justine and I dressed the same. As we got older and our own personalities' developed, we fought against dressing the same and finally won. One interesting point is, as much as we developed different personalities, Justine and I confided everything to each other. Justine called me Jello saying privately, she always had room for Jello. I guess she was my Jello as well; I always had room for her. Because of our birth months, we did not start kindergarten with other five year old's. When I graduated high school, I was 19 and turning 20 late in the fall. Justine was almost 18 in her sophomore year in high school and did turn 18 in July. We fast forward to our teen years; I played football in high school and developed a healthy physique. I grew to just over six feet two inches. Since I was a "jock," I had girls all around me. Justine grew into petite statuesque figure. She was also a "jock," into gymnastics and on the schools precision dance team. I saw her as my sister, as my athletic competition, and as my best friend. Shame on me, I also saw her as cute. We often worked out together in the home gym we created in the garage. Justine taught me how to stretch different muscle groups that helped me excel in football. I told my coach that Justine taught me to stretch differently than team stretches; he laughed calling them silly girl stretches. At the next game, he was not laughing any longer, I was making plays, moving around the field faster than my teammates, and having my name announced on the PA more than any other player did. So much for silly girl stretches, he had the dance coach on the practice field next practice. After that first practice with the dance coach, I could not wait to get home to Justine and tell her how her training helped me and convinced the coach to add new exercises to the team workout. I burst into the house and bounded up stairs to Justine's room. "Justine," I yelled out as I opened her door barging in, "the coach had the dance coach..." I stopped dead in my tracks and my sentence went unfinished. Justine was in her room changing clothes and had on only bra and panties. "Jello, turn around until I put something on." Justine never yelled, seldom angry, and this moment was proof. I dutifully turned and started for her door. "I didn't say leave Jello." I heard a zip of her pants and the rustling of a t-shirt. "Okay, I'm covered, turn around. The coach what," she asked me to continue. "The football coach had your dance coach on the practice field today. We started learning all the stretches you taught me." I was so excited, I grabbed Justine in a hug, kissed her forehead, "I love you Justine." "I love you too, Jello. There's always room for Jello." This brief moment was not unlike any other we shared when we were excited to tell the other something. We often hugged and gave the other sibling appropriate kisses. In the halls of school, we would meet, hug or hold hands. I went on many dates, as did she when our parents decided she was old enough. Then we would spend hours talking about our dates. This behavior continued through my last year of high school. I graduated at 19, as I mentioned. Justine, at almost 18 well toned from gymnastics and dance. Since we worked out together, I had much the same tone and more bulk from football weight training. As the school year ended, Justine changed in demeanor, not a big change, but one I noticed. She almost needed to be by my side from dawn until we went to bed. I suppose I should have challenged her on it; however, I was busy with college choices. During my senior year, college scouts were watching. Since we live in the Midwest, most scouts were Big 10 and Big 12. There were some very lucrative offers of full rides, everything paid. "All you have to do is sign this letter of intent and you're in!" My parents heard that line and bought into it, especially the full ride part, "Wouldn't you like being a Nitny Lion," or whatever the scout's school mascot. I knew I had to commit before the fall practice sessions, by the end of July at the latest. After all the scouts came and left, I had to make a decision. Mom and dad wanted me to pick a full ride school to save huge sums of money. I leaned more toward smaller market NCAA schools because I had no desire being under the kind of pressure big name markets put on athletes. Honestly, if it weren't sports scholarships, any college would be fine. It was summer, June, and Justine and I were at one of the local lakes swimming and hanging out with friends. I wore plain swim trunks for comfort style was a secondary consideration. Other guys wore tight spandex to show off their packages and tease girls. Most of the girls wore revealing bikinis, for the same reason, tease guys. Justine was different; Justine wore two-piece suits that covered her assets. She wasn't prudish, she knew she could stand next to any girl and get a guy to look at her, she was not comfortable advertising her assets. Often, she would break off with a guy for a while or I'd break off with a girl for a while, yet most of the time we were together. Most guys Justine would see were guys who knew me. They knew I would cut off their penis and feed it to them if they tried to do something Justine did not want to do. It was getting close to Justine's big one eight. Becoming eighteen and an adult was supposed to be exciting, yet it appeared Justine was simply going through the motions. When I turned 18, mom and dad popped for a huge party and planned the same for Justine. On Justine's big day, we gathered all our friends for a big barbeque; we left nothing to chance. Gifts piled on two tables for Justine kept growing. We ate, played many yard games, had the traditional birthday cake, and Justine opened all her gifts. Mom and dad spent a huge amount on a digital TV and DVD player for her room. Friends gave her videos, music CDs, stuffed animals that she loved. I had not placed a single item on the tables. Justine was not happy when she found nothing from me. Maybe she was actually angry with me; something she has never been before. Later, after everyone left and we had the mess cleaned up, Justine came to me with a pout on her face and hurt in her eyes. "You didn't give me anything. Why Justin? Why did you hurt me so?" "I have a gift for you that is bigger than a box on a table wrapped in paper and ribbon. However, today is not the right time for you to receive it. You will receive it when the time is right." July was family vacation time and we figured it would be our last family vacation since I was going away to school. However, mom and dad surprised us with, "Mom and I are going on vacation. We think you two should stay home and enjoy your summer with friends. Any problems with that?" Justine looked at me, I at her, we at our parents. Is there a better word than flabbergasted? "You two are more adult than some of the adults we know, you think you can stand three weeks without parents." Justine spoke first, "What are the rules? No wild boozing? No all-nighters? No boys or girls in the house?" "If she does all that, I'll call the police first, you second," I joked. I knew Justine was not a wild party sort of person. "We do have a few rules for you to follow. Justine just turned 18, legally an adult, but you are older and have to be the responsible one, Justin. Keep each other company, watch out for each other, just do what you have done forever. We are packed and leaving tomorrow." Justine went to her room, grabbed a change of clothes, and hit the shower to clean up after the day at the lake; I followed when she was done. Dinner was all about their vacation plans and the sights they planned to visit. Mom told Justine and I to sit on the deck and talk about our parent free three weeks, "I'll clean up the kitchen and dad will pack the car." Justine and I took ice tea out to the deck. We enjoyed sitting on the porch swing, sipping tea, and talking. "Jello, why do you think they are leaving us alone for three weeks? What are they thinking?" I did not answer right away, remained silent for a long time. "Jello, aren't you going to answer me?" "Justine, do you think they are testing us? I mean, we are closer than any brother and sister pair we know. We connect on many levels, athletics, academics, we love to spend time together, we are more like lovers than siblings." What did I just say, how is Justine going to react. I felt her hand take my hand and squeeze. "Do you think of us, as me your lover? Do you love me differently than as your sister? Jello, tell me." I looked into the house to see if mom or dad were close to the door or in earshot. "Justine, remember when I walked in on you changing, I hugged you, kissed your forehead, and said I love you?" Justine nodded her head remembering. "I realized then that you are the most important person in my life and I never want to lose you." "No matter what, there is always room for Jello." Those words were her oft repeated mantra; however, tonight she said them with a different meaning, her voice tone was tender and loving. "Justine, don't get excited, keep your voice down when I tell you this, I decided on college." Justine dropped her head, "You are going to leave me aren't you Jello. How am I supposed to get excited about you leaving me? I love you like you love me." The truth was out from both of us. "Wait until mom and dad go to bed then I'll tell you my decision. I don't want them to know until they get back." I knew their habit of going to bed early to get up early for a long first day drive. Justine knew their habit also and grudgingly accepted my request. Sure enough, about an hour, later mom came to the door and announced she and dad were going to bed. "You guys stay up and enjoy the night. We'll wake you before we leave." We said our good nights and watched lights go out around the house. After a few minutes of general talk to make sure they were in bed, I drew my arm around Justine, pulled her into me, and held her tight. "Remember your birthday, how upset you were with me that I had nothing for you? I told you to wait for the right time, the time is right. Happy birthday, Justine, I accepted a scholarship at State U." I had to control her reaction or mom and dad would come running. As I suspected, Justine began to scream upon hearing. I grabbed her head and pulled her tight to my chest. "Quiet, Justine, quiet." Perhaps I should explain State U. is across town. As a freshman athlete, I have to stay in the athletic dorm the first year, but I could have weekend passes since I lived in the same town. State U. was not a football powerhouse, but it did have a reputation of producing many academic all American athletes. The way Justine reacted I suspected she was happy. After she settled down, I felt her and heard her crying. "Why are you crying, Justine?" I knew the answer without asking, yet wanted to hear her answer. "I was sure you were going to take the big bucks like mom and dad want. I was sure you were going to leave me. I was sure ... I was just sure you would stop loving me." Justine was shuddering through her words. She was especially emotional when she said I would stop loving her. "You do love me don't you Jello?" I felt her raise her head, I bent my head to look into her now red tear filled eyes, and I was frightened by what I saw. I saw a woman in love with a man; my sister did not exist in those eyes. I do not think she saw her brother in my eyes. I was in love with this woman and knew that soon we would cross the invisible line, if we had not already. I dabbed her eyes with my napkin. I heard words coming out of my mouth not formed in my brain they came from my heart. My conscious brain only heard, disconnected from any reality that existed at this moment. "Yes, Justine, I love you more deeply, more thoroughly, than any other person, place, or thing. You are my life." I bent my head further, kissed her eyelids, kissed her cute little nose, kissed her cheeks, found her lips and kissed her deeply. Justine must have felt I was about to kiss her and she was ready. Her lips parted for a passionate open mouth tongue kiss. We were lip locked for a few seconds, minutes, or hours, who knew, time stopped ticking. When we did break, Justine returned me to my senses, "See, I've always told you, there's always room for Jello." Even though it was her favorite line for me, tonight it had breathless passion in it. When we were kids, that line did not mean what she intended it to mean tonight. I knew, well, was somewhat sure, she meant it as an invitation. How long had she meant it that way, I wondered. I glanced at my watch for the time and shocked to see it was past 12:30. "Justine, we better go to bed so we can see mom and dad off on their vacation. Besides, I am afraid we may go down a road of no return if we are not careful and that road could divide us forever. I would regret that, regret if I lost you." "Jello, you're right about bed and wrong about regret. Tomorrow is another day and then we will talk after we sleep on it. We can be honest, free with our thoughts with no interruption." Justine untangled herself from me and began to rise from the swing. "There's always room for Jello." As her sweet form moved from me, I replied, "Justine, I want you to have room for me always. I do love you, very much." "Get up, go to bed. We have three weeks of days and nights together. We'll know what's right and we'll take any path we want together." Justine disappeared into the house; I swear I heard humming "I Will Wait" by Mumford and Sons. I don't know if Justine slept, I kept replaying the events on the porch swing. At some point I went to sleep because the next thing I heard was mom knocking on my door. "Get up for breakfast before we leave." Seconds later I heard the same thing on Justine's door. I came out in gym shorts and T-short and met Justine coming out in similar clothes. Mom and dad were in the kitchen waiting breakfast so they would not see me take Justine's hand and give her a morning kiss. "How was your night, did you sleep?" "I slept some; however, my mind was occupied, you?" Justine smiled shyly as she asked her simple question. "I was preoccupied with thoughts of a lovely woman. I hope my sister doesn't find out, she thinks she's the one." The gut punch took my wind and I let out a loud groan. "Shit, I think she found out." Still holding her hand, I made sure she knew she was the woman. "Justine, I think I've known all my life that you are the lovely woman. We have to talk a lot, make sure we know where we are headed and how we are going to get there." "Hey up there, what was noise, Justin, what was that groan?" Mom called up the steps with concern in her voice. "He was teasing me and got a gut punch. Don't worry though he learned his lesson. We're coming down." Looking at me she mouthed, "I love you, too." On traveling day, mom always made a big breakfast, this morning was no different. "You two have to make your own meals for three weeks. We don't want to come home to two emaciated starving kids. You better eat well this morning." "Mom, Justine knows how to make salad and PB&J, I know how to make canned soup. We will survive. And, if all else fails, there is pizza or McDonalds. We may put on a few pounds." Dad asked about my school selection, "Have you made a school choice, Justin. It is getting close to commitment day. You have to get your letter of intent in the mail soon." I bit the bullet, "Dad, I'll just drive my letter of intent across town, I'm going to State U. They turn out more academic all Americans than most schools and I have other plans than being on TV Sunday afternoons." Mom was the first to speak, "That was my secret choice, Justin. I'm sure dad wanted the big market schools but we decided it was your choice." "They were your words, Justin, academic all American. I'll hold you to it," said dad. "Did Justine influence your decision?" "Of course she did, dad. Her dance exercises helped my agility and performance. She trained me to tone not just bulk. I plan to continue her workouts and workout with her every chance I get. She drives me to perform and pushes me when I get lazy. It would not be easy to abandon her pushing and her enthusiasm. Plus, I get good home cooked meals on weekend passes from the dorm." We finished breakfast and waved mom and dad off on vacation. The kitchen was a mess as we began cleaning up. Scattered all over were pots, pans, plates, and silverware. We started attacking the mess, some things went into the dishwasher, and big pots and pans were hand washed. We scoured the stovetop, counter tops, swept the floor, and emptied the trash. Justine and I made small talk as we worked; there was nothing serious in what we were saying. With the kitchen clean, Justine announced she was going to take a shower and get dressed. "Good, when you're done, I'll get cleaned up." I watched as Justine walked away, up the stairs, and disappeared. I decided to watch some TV while I waited for my turn in the bathroom. As I sat down and grabbed the remote, I saw an envelope with my name on it. I picked it up, broke the seal and began reading mom's handwriting. "Justin," mom wrote, "I am not blind or stupid. You love Justine as a woman, not a sister. Furthermore, I know she loves you the same way. I know you two have never talked about your sex lives, Justine told me. I also know that she is a virgin saving herself for the right man, you. Don't be shocked by my revelation, Justine told me everything. I tried to talk her out of it because society would not accept that kind of relationship. I am not sure I can accept it either; yet, I know you will become lovers, maybe even today. If I'm right, be gentle with your virgin sister. Love, Mom." This was a complete surprise leaving me in shock. Justine told mom, when, why? There was a second note, in dad's hand. "Justin, you plan to pick State U. because you cannot leave your sister, love is cruel and sweet. Mom and I are taking vacation alone to allow you and Justine to decide what your future holds. Decide carefully. Dad" I got up and walked to my room, notes in hand. I wondered what Justine and I did to be so obvious to our parents. I sat on the edge of my bed thinking when my door burst open. Justine wrapped in a towel, held notes she found in her towel. "Jello, I got two notes..." I waved my notes. "Oh, you got them too." "Get dressed Justine, let me shower and dress. Then we have to have a very long and intimate talk." Justine knew my tone was serious, backed out, and finished dressing. "You can have the bathroom, Justin." She did not say Jello; I cannot remember when she ever called me Justin. I was quite fast in the shower, dressed, and went to find Justine. She was not in her room and not in the main rooms. I looked outside finding her on the porch swing with an ice tea. There was one for me too. I sat next to her. "Justin, are you angry I talked to mom, not you?" She was a little girl again; afraid I would be angry. I was never angry with her in anyway. Jello "Justine, is there more you and mom talked about, any secrets? It is just you and I now, we have to get everything out, open, and clear the air. Why Justin now, not Jello? Is there no more room for Jello?" "Mom asked me a long time ago if I was sexually active. I told her then that I was waiting for the right guy. She asked me to describe the right guy. Well, I began describing the guy I wanted in great detail, hair color, eye color, face, height, build. When I was done, she was direct with me, telling me I described you. I confessed to her that I love you and want you. I swore to her that you never touched me in any inappropriate way and she believed me. I told her about you barging in on me seeing me in bra and panty, that I did not get angry, told you to turn around, but not to leave. She was very understanding." "What did your letters say," I asked. "Mom's letter tried to caution me again about society, incest, all the trouble that siblings in love face. Dad's letter was to his little girl who he wants to have a happy life. He said I should decide carefully." "Justine, I am a virgin too. I waited for the right girl to come into my life. I know who she is and she is just inches from me." I made no move toward her, did not try taking her hand, I sat quietly waiting for anything and expecting everything. "Girls all over you all the time and you haven't taken advantage? What's the matter with you?" Justine had a certain amount of shock and awe in her eyes. "After last night, you should know how I feel about you. I didn't want to be soiled if there was the slightest chance we could be together." Justine looked carefully at me before saying, "You said soiled, other girls would soil you? I wouldn't soil you?" "Justine, pardon me being blunt. I do not want a piece of ass, some pussy, a quick fuck! Yes, that would soil me. I want give love, make love, and receive love. If it is not to be you, then I may go through life never knowing." "Really, that is how you feel about sex? What kind of guy are you? All the guys I have dated were interested in making me a trophy. I don't want to be a trophy notched on some guy's belt. I never let a guy even touch my body, hold hands, hug, a good night kiss; however, when hands started to roam, I cut them off. Justin, do you want to touch me?" "Justine, I'm a normal guy, I want sex with a woman but she has to be a woman I love who returns love. Sometimes I have to resolve my desires in private, if you know what I mean. Justine, yes I want to touch you, taste you, feel you, smell you, see you. I want to make love with you but only if you say yes." "Justin, it is a good thing our walls are insulated, I have had to handle my desires in private too." This was the most sexual talk we ever had. It was our first sexual talk. The thought of touching Justine was having an effect on me and I fought to restrain myself. "Justin, don't be angry, I have to leave for a couple hours. When I get back, we can explore our desires more deeply." "No, not angry, just confused. We have broken through to our real feelings and we have a lot further to go." I was calming down now, hearing Justine had to go out. "I know how much further we have to go, you just have to trust that I have some important things to do." Justine was smiling as she spoke and that relaxed me. Justine left about 11:30 saying she would be back by two. It dawned on me that if Justine was going to give herself to me, I needed to be ready with protection since I was sure Justine was not using anything. I made a quick drive to a drug store, not one we usually used, bought some condoms and lube, massage oils, and several scented candles. There was a small flower shop near and I bought a bunch of pink roses and a bunch of white daisies. Knowing that Justine would come home and go to her room, I arranged the flowers in two vases, put the daises on her dresser and the roses on her desk. She would see the roses first. I opened the candles to let their scent fill the room, however, did not light them. We could light them later when the time was right. Would Justine want to have a night out for dinner or something at home, I questioned myself deciding on a night out at a restaurant across town near State U. campus. I left a note with the roses. "My Dear Justine, I request the honor of your company tonight at Steak and Ale in celebration of friendship and love. I will knock on your door at 6:30 for dinner at 7:00. You're loving Jello." On Justine's shopping trip, she made a similar stop at a drug store; however, she bought morning after pills thinking to herself that she wanted the whole experience. She drove to a boutique to purchase a demi bra and matching panty set. "When Jello sees me, it has to be sexy, not my usual cotton," she thought to herself. Continuing her thoughts, she imagined a night out dining as though on a date. Following that thinking, Justine also bought a light airy evening dress. "He better be planning a night out," she mumbled to no one. Justine did arrive home at 2:00, did go directly to her room, opening her door, seeing the roses she screamed for me, I came out of his room in a rush. The next thing I felt was Justine tackling me as hard as a linebacker. Justine pressed her body against mine giving me butterfly kisses all over my face. When she reached my lips, she kissed hard, full open mouth. I returned her emotion, wrapping my arms around her waist to draw her tighter. When we broke off the kiss, Justine was panting slightly, I sensed Justine was feeling me hardening against her, she wiggling against me, feeling me. I took a giant leap, slid my hands down the small of her back, over her hips, cupped her butt cheeks and pulled Justine into me as tightly as I could, Justine did not resist, rather she began to kissing me and moan into my mouth. After several minutes of this pressure against each other, Justine screamed, "I'm cumming, Jello. You're making me cum." I was out of control cumming in my pants, "Me too, Justine, I'm cumming too. Oh, Justine, I feel your love, I love you." I held Justine in a loving embrace until our bodies calmed from our first taste of almost sex. "We did it Jello, we made love. That was the most exciting thing I have ever felt. There is one more exciting thing we have to save for later. I love you Jello." "There is more in your room you have not seem yet and I have an issue in my pants to take care of." Justine smiled, "So do I, a very pleasant issue." We released our mutual grips on each other and untangled. Justine clearly saw the mess I made as it soaked through. She got a scent, a brief whiff, and decided she liked it. Did Justin smell me, I hope. Justine was a little shaky going into her room; she did not close her door. She scanned the room, saw the daisies and cried out again. She could smell the candle scent and finally found Justin's note. "Jello, it is a date and don't be late. Is Steak and Ale fancy?" "Not fancy but up scale, no jeans and T-shirt, but not little black dress either. Do you think you can be ready in about four hours or should I change the time?" "Jello," her voice was seductive, "I'll be ready for you; however, I don't think you'll be ready for me." With that, her bedroom door closed. I took another shower paying close attention to hygiene, shaved closely, washed thoroughly, avoided strong scented deodorant and after shave. I laid out dress slacks, a silk shirt that Justine bought for me, dress shoes, and a casual tie that I could keep loose. Then it was off to watch some TV. Justine must have heard me turn on the TV; she knew she would be a long time in the bathroom. She needed to make sure her legs and underarms were smooth, she had to wash, condition, and style her hair, she needed to shower first. She undressed slowly, looking at her body. "Will Justin find me attractive when he sees me naked," she wondered to herself. Justine still felt his hands holding her butt tightly and still felt the tingle of her first orgasm with a man. Thinking was making her moist again. She pulled her panties off seeing how much she leaked into them. Throwing the panty into the laundry, she found Justin's sticky under pants. She felt naughty taking his cum filled underpants from the laundry and even more naughty when she rubbed the mess all over her body. "Tonight," thinking to herself, "in my body. How much pain will I feel when he penetrates me the first time? Will I cum the first time? Should I trim my pubic hair?" Many questions buzzing in her head and all answered later this night. Justine smelled Justin's sticky cum on her body as she carefully shaved and smoothed her arms and legs; she liked the smell and wanted more. Justine's final decision was to trim her pubic mound, not hairless, leaving a cute little heart above her love button. In the shower, Justine washed carefully, more thoroughly than ever. After giving her body attention, Justine shampooed and conditioned her hair giving it luster. Out of the shower, Justine wrapped herself in a plush towel, combed her hair smooth, blew it dry, and hit it with a hot comb. Justine saw the time approaching 5:30 as she began dressing. First, she shimmied into new panties realizing their fit meant she did the right thing to trim. The demi bra was tiny hardly covering her nipples. Justine looked at herself in her full-length mirror. She saw how all her exercise and dance made her body tight, she looked and felt sexy. As 6:30 approached, Justine felt her silky evening dress slide over her curves. I noted the time close to 6:00 and went to my room to begin dressing. I decided to risk going commando under my dress slacks, socks and shoes on, I put on the shirt only loosely tucked into my pants. I pulled the tie only tightly enough to look dressed with an open casual look. The alarm clock read 6:29. As the time became 6:30 exactly, I knock on Justine's door, knowing that tonight was going to be life changing with the perfect woman, my sister, my lover. The door opened and Justine appeared; I could not find my voice, I could only stare. When the words came, all that came out was a breathless "Beautiful." "Am I really beautiful, Justin? I tried hard, what do I really like to you." Justine had apprehension in her voice and Justin wasn't sure why. "Justine, I have never seen you so perfect, I'm afraid to take my eye off you, afraid the vision will disappear. I see a beautiful sister, a lovely woman, a woman I love fully and completely, someone I want to make love with for the rest of my life." I reached for Justine's hand, drew her close and punctuated my statement with a kiss. The drive to Steak and Ale took about 20 minutes and I had a hard time keeping his eyes on the road. Justine's dress showed a lot of leg. I had seen a lot of leg during our exercises; however, tonight I was not seeing a sweaty work out partner. Entering the restaurant, Justine became a head turner guys were awe struck. I called ahead for a reservation making it possible for us to get a table quickly, a small intimate booth for two. Dinner was excellent; Justine kept conversation light although she made an occasional provocative comment. Too young to drink alcoholic beverages, we ordered virgin drinks. Justine made the observation that virgins were drinking virgin, "... but we won't be virgins forever." Driving home, Justine reached across the console and rested her hand on my thigh. "Jello, will you hurt me tonight when you take me?" There was nervousness in her voice. "Justine, I kind of think that I will a little bit. It happens that way for girls' first time. We will pace ourselves and only do what feels good until you are ready. I want to make you cum like this afternoon, again and again. I want to please you." "Jello, you always please me," Justine whispered sweetly. We arrived home just after 9:30, parked, and walked toward the door. Justine leaned into me holding my arm squeezing as though she would lose me. She rested her head against my shoulder; "There's always room for Jello." Inside the house, I held back no longer, scooping Justine into my arms, holding her body against me, I felt her breasts pressing into my chest, felt her hips pressed into me, I couldn't hold her closely enough, passion was building, I pressed my lips to hers. Justine melted, almost buckling at the knees. Without a doubt, her passion equaled mine; "Take me to my room, Justin." Like newly weds, I carried my sweet virgin to her bed knowing that she is a blooming flower about to spread her peddles for pollination. I did not lay her on her bed; rather let her feet fall to the floor as I supported her torso. I placed a lighter in Justine's room earlier, lit the lighter then set the candles to flame. No lights needed or wanted on this night, the flickering candles provided sensual light on Justine. I located the condoms I stashed placing them near Justine's bed. "Not tonight Justin, I want to feel you I want to feel you orgasm and plant your seed in me. I planned for this with Plan B pills. We will use condoms later until I can start other birth control." Justine let her dress fall from her shoulders. I watched it slide down her form exposing most of Justine's breasts in the little demi bra. The dress continued to slide down exposing her tight waist, with no effort, gravity took the dress over her hips exposing her scantly clad bottom. I was in awe again, "More precious than I could imagine. Come to me Justine." Justine stepped out of the dress bunched at her feet; she was less than three paces from me and covered the distance slowly. Justine reached out feeling me reaching for her. Her arms encircled my waist, her hands grasping my butt cheeks just as I did her this afternoon. "I want to feel you, Jello, and I do. You feel hard against me. Take off your clothes." Justine's hands moved to loosen the tie and unbutton the shirt. With my chest exposed, Justine panted, "Justin, remove my bra, let my skin feel your skin." The front clasp opened easily and the bra joined the dress. "Touch me Jello, touch my breasts. They are for you, no one but you. Touch my virgin breasts." I gazed at two perfect breasts capped with tiny nipples. Exercise and dance made them strong; they seemed to defy physics sitting high. I slipped his hands onto the side of Justine's ribs below her breasts gently pulling her to my naked chest. Justine cried with excitement at the first contact. I moved my hands higher touching her naked breasts from the side as her nipples brushed against my chest. "Oh, Jello! Oh, my nipples are on fire. Touch my nipples, please, touch me." I shifted my hands slightly to rub my thumbs over her nipples. This contact brought another cry from Justine. "Look at my nipples, Jello, they're hard and swollen. I feel your heat through my body starting at my nipples." Moving my hands more, I cupped her breasts, lifted them in my palms. Some kind of instinct took over as I bent to kiss each tight little tip. This caused a scream to escape Justine as she grabbed my head and mashed it to her breasts as my darling sister, lover, quivered and cried through an unexpected orgasm. "Justin, your kiss on my nipples set me off, you made me cum again. Is this what sex is like?" Justine moved her hands to the front waistband of my pants; she opened the button and pulled the zipper down. As my pants slumped over my hips and fell to the floor, Justine saw my hard cock spring out at her touching her just a little above her panty line. Pulling her to me letting our skin rub, I teased her panty line making slight moves to pull them over her hips, expose her fully. As I pulled, I touched her butt cheeks, rubbed and squeezed. As her little panty moved ever so slightly down, I reached deeper, finding her virgin opening. I ran my finger over her dampness giving a little push into her. Justine moaned, cried, and pushed against my finger. She tightly trapped my cock between my stomach and hers. Justine was getting breathless, she cried and moaned she was swooning into another orgasm. Panting, she asked, begged, "Can you cum with me, Jello. Please cum with me." Justine was rolling her hips into me ridding my finger hardly two knuckles deep. Justine let out a scream loud enough to break glass as a tremendous orgasm hit her, I jetted my sperm onto our bellies as I cried out with her, "Me too, Justine, I'm cumming too. Feel me!" We were weak from the strength of our mutual orgasms, breathing deeply, holding each other. Justine's vagina was flexing, squeezing, my finger as her orgasm subsided. Justine began to cry as emotions overtook her, she was sobbing deeply, "Jello, my Jello, I feel so totally loved by you. I can't believe that my body is aching for more. I feel your warm sperm on me and I want it in me. Take my panty down, it is time for me to become a woman." I was still mostly hard, as my desire for Justine had not abated. We had to separate from each other to move to Justine's bed. Her panty was mostly off her hips and as Justine sat, I slipped them the rest of the way off. When her virgin vagina came into view with the little heart shaped bush above, I became overwhelmed with emotion. Her swollen outer lips were red with excitement, a pool of my sperm filled her navel, her breasts were swollen and her nipples were tight little points. "Justine, you are simply the most perfect person I've ever seen. Tell me what you want." "I want you to take my virginity with your wonderful cock." I edged onto the bed scooting up next to Justine. She turned onto her side and looked into my eyes, new tears formed, "Is this when you are going to hurt me? Be careful, please Justin." Justine lay on her back, opened her legs, exposing herself to me. I climbed between her legs letting my cock touch her gently. "Justine, touch me, direct me with your hand. I won't do anything unless you tell me." "Oh, I feel your cock touching my special spot. Do you feel me?" "Take my cock in your hand, touch me and use your hand to move me where you want." Justine's hand wrapped around my shaft, it was her first time touching a cock with her hand. "Do you like touching Justine?" "How can you be hard and soft at the same time. Can I rub you against me a little, rub you on my hot spot?" "Your body is so beautiful, Justine. Do what you want. I won't try to enter you until you're ready." Justine began rocking her hips as she directed my cock on her hot spot. Her breathing was coming harder and faster, she raised her knees using her feet to leverage herself against me. I felt her slide my cock closer to her opening, closer still. "Push gently, Justin. Go slow." I began to push, felt her vagina release slightly as my cock head disappeared. Justine sucked in a deep breath as her vagina opened to my invader. I stopped with not more than an inch inside my beautiful sister. After a long pause, Justine said, "Slowly, a little more, it feels good, you're not hurting me." I pushed a little deeper maybe two or three inches. I met her virgin barrier. Justine felt it also. "Justine, I hit your hymen, I'm not going further until you want. Breaking through will cause you some pain." "Oh Jello, you feel wonderful in me, I like it very much." Justine's breath was deep and labored as she began moving her hips against my cock. My cock was bumping her hymen as Justine worked her hips against me. Each bump caused her to react with some discomfort. Justine was acting as though she was getting close to another orgasm. "Are you close to cumming, Justine? You look so beautiful I can't believe how strongly I love you." "I think I am close again, I don't believe I can feel this good. Jello, yes, I'm close. Oh, Jello, I am going to cum, cum soon, hard." As Justine began shaking at the start of her orgasm, she pushed hard against me and I pushed against her. In the midst of her orgasm, she lost her hymen. My cock filled her completely. "Jello," she screamed, "Oh Jello, I'm cumming and it hurts and I'm cumming. Jello, I'm a woman with a man deeply in me." Justine was mumbling words that made no sense. Jello I lowered myself onto her, felt her breasts stab my chest. I looked into her eyes and saw passion as her third orgasm eased. "I love you Justine," I breathed as I began kissing her eyes, cheeks, and lips. Justine responded with wet warm kisses in return. "I don't hurt much anymore, Jello. Slowly, make love with me." I pulled out slightly then slid back in. "Is that okay Justine? You want more? Tell me what to do." I was glad that I had cum this afternoon and just a few minutes ago. "Make love with me Jello. I want to feel you moving in and out of me." I began to take longer strokes, going slowly, resting on the up stroke and resting on the down stroke. Soon, Justine was matching my rhythm and moaning against my mouth as we kissed. "Justin, my Jello, I'm building up again. Faster now, oh Jello, faster." Justine was pushing hard against me. I pulled her legs higher, hooking her knees over my elbows. I picked up my pace and moved faster, I was not pounding into Justine; however, I was moving fast. Her cries were loud between panting breaths and I heard my dear Justine scream, "Jello, now, fuck me, make me cum again. Fuck me, cum in my pussy." Never had I heard Justine talk like that, never have I heard swear or use any foul language. Now she was using language demanding that I fuck her. I was close to cumming; I could tell Justine was as well. "Feel me cumming, Jello! Feel me take your cock! Let me feel you cum in me." Justine began squeezing my cock with building orgasm strength. She was crying from emotion as she was screaming out another orgasm. "Feel me Justine, I am cumming, filling your hot little pussy." I felt my sperm spray from my cock into Justine's waiting loving body. On the first spray, she arched high. "I feel it, I really do feel it." Each spray was getting weaker until my orgasm completely spent. After a few minutes, my cock shrunk back to normal, I released Justine's legs, which fell to the mattress limp and useless. I lifted myself from Justine's body seeing my cock smeared with her virgin blood. There was some blood on her and a little spot of blood on her sheets. Her wetness left a wet spot on the sheets. I fell to the mattress next to her. "Justine, I'm sorry I hurt you. Are you okay? Do you regret anything? No matter your answers, I've never loved anyone like I love you now and forever." "I have never felt more alive, I have a dear brother who is my protector. I have a lover who gave me more pleasure in one evening than I could figure possible. I regret nothing, my love, my lover." In each other's embrace, we fell asleep, slept deeply. In the morning, we woke together, showered together, changed Justine's bed together. I made sure she took her morning after pill even though she said she was safe. She told me she was a little sore, took off her panty to wear a loose gym short. Over the next three weeks, Justine and Justin tried to appear normal, going to the lake, hanging out with friends, all the while being far from normal. Justine went to a local women's clinic for blood tests and began using birth control. We decided to confess to their parents that we were lovers. It only made sense after the notes our parents left before leaving on vacation. Justin made all the arrangements he needed for college and fall football camp. "I don't have to move to the dorms until school starts, Justine. I have to go to fall practices, two a day, when camp starts. Weekends will be hard during the season because of games and travel. After the season I'll be home every weekend." "I will have a lot of school activities too, Justin. The dance team performs at many games and I bet you will miss a lot of them. I know I'll miss you there." The days of our parent's vacation were winding down although my passion for Justine remained high. Some days we made love five or six times. The phone rang, "Oh hello mom," Justine said. "No Justin is out mowing the lawn." Their mother said they would be home in about two hours. "Okay, mom, we'll see you then, Bye." Running to the door, Justine called me to come in. "We only have two hours or less, make love to me now before they get home." We barely cleaned up before our parents pulled into drive and began unpacking the car. We ran out to help. They had the usual load of trinkets picked up along the way and all their suitcases. As they settled from the trip and began telling of their adventures, Justine sat next to me, holding my hand, keeping more eye contact on me than them. Mom, being very perceptive took notice. "Justine, Justin, you really aren't listening are you. You have something to tell your father and I?" "Mom, you left us notes before you left," I began. "Dad, you did too. We need to know why you didn't take us on vacation." Dad and mom looked at each other then us. "We wanted you two to decide your future together, as brother and sister," dad said. Mom looked at us holding hands and broke the ice, "I guess you decided." Simultaneously, Justine and I responded, "We did." "I don't know when or why Justin got the nickname Jello from me. All I know is that all my life I repeat there's always room for Jello. He is kind, thoughtful, protective, everything I want. No other person has given more to me than Justin has everyday." "Mom, dad, Justine fills my heart, my mind, my soul. She knows what I am thinking and speaks it before I can form the words. Yes, I did pick State U. to stay close to Justine, see her when I can and love her affectionately, physically and mentally. I can give up school and run away with her if that is what I or we have to do." "Kids," dad spoke with sternness in his voice, "do you understand what you are taking on, how society will view you if you are discovered? You are on a road to a hard life. No matter how well you succeed in others areas of life, you'll have to hide this part." "Justin, Justine," mom started softly, "you have to take precautions to prevent pregnancy." Before mom could continue, Justine interrupted, "We have, already. I went to a women's clinic. When we are ready, Justin and I will have blood tests to make sure babies will be healthy. You see we explored everything we could imagine in three weeks, it was not just freedom from parental supervision, we thought and planned. I'm not done with school, I will finish, go to college, and I will be with Justin in every way, 'until death do us part'." "Dad, did you know that in some places it is legal for close relatives to marry? Did you know this county allows it? I can tell you right now that if Justine wants to be my legal wife, I will take her forever." Justine broke our hand contact and surrounded me in her arms hearing I wanted her as my legal wife. She kissed me with passion in front of mom and dad. "I will be your wife, Jello, now, tomorrow, forever." Dad raised his voice, "Hey! Stop this display of passion in front of your parents. Remember where you are, who you are behaving in front of." "Your father is right, kids. This display is not what we want to see. You will have to confine it to your bedrooms when we are around." We looked at our parents in disbelief. Did we just hear them correctly? Did we just receive some kind of approval? "Technically, you are adults and can make your own decisions; remember, you are living at home and being supported by us," dad said. "Justin, you have four years of college before you can even begin thinking about getting your own place to live. You used the words academic all American and working after college. When that happens, you and Justine can make marriage arrangements and live openly. Are we in agreement?" There was only one answer I could give, "Yes, agreed." "Justine," dad said, "you haven't finished high school and have a lot ahead of you. How do you think friends will react when you don't date anymore?" Justine looked at him before saying, "Dad, I didn't date much anyway and guys know I don't play the games they want to play. I do not wear clothes that expose as other girls do. I'll just tell people I'm focusing on more important things." Mom and dad looked at one another, said nothing, and only nodded. Mom spoke after several seconds, "Lets go to your rooms so we can discuss how to convert them to a small private apartment for you. We have our bedroom suite with a full bath you need that too. Your rooms connect through your closets that are behind the bath. That can be a connector. We have to do something about bathroom access." Justine and I were in awe, shocked. "Mom," Justine asked, "when did you really know Jello and I would become, well, lovers? When did you make these plans?" "Lovers, a couple years ago; plans, a couple weeks ago." That evening, Justine and I went to bed together, in our home, with our parents in the house. We made love openly, planned the future, and slept soundly. Epilogue: Seven years later, football is history for me; I did become an academic all American. Now, I am working, making a good living in the sports industry, and living with my pregnant wife, Justine. Justine still calls me Jello. Mom and dad have accepted our life, while other relatives either avoid us completely or see us only on special occasions. The only anniversary we celebrate is the date that we surrendered to each other. We agree that was our wedding night. Strangely, Justine's doctor believes our baby may be born on that special day. Lately, Justine has a craving for the gelatin snack Jell-O. She continues believing that "there's always room for Jello."