16 comments/ 55387 views/ 22 favorites New Starts Ch. 01 By: om2001 0k I realise that my last story – Getting Closer – was a fail, the idea for the story was unprepared and I did not intend for it to become a huge hit so I may have rushed into it too soon, nether the less I love writing and it is my passion therefore I shall not quit and let a few bad comments become my downfall. I hope this story will become more successful and I wish that the readers enjoy it as much as I love writing and look past the errors (I'm not the best at writing but I love it ( as I have already said)). It was the final day of university for me, I had handed in my badge that I had held with me since I first arrived at the gates so many years ago, I had collected my papers to tell the world that I am now recognised in the field of Forensics and finally I had handed back my dorm room key with a satisfied grin that I could once again return back to my home and wouldn't have to wake up each morning knowing how far away from my family I really was. All was well again. It was a good 5 hour drive from my university back to my home town – Willenhall – it didn't help that once I had set out, at nine in the morning, the roads were already jam packed with the early commuters rushing to get their busy day started. I had briefly considered staying back at the university cafe and just waiting for the tide of relentless traffic to stop or at the very least die down. In the end I had decided that it would be for the best to just get on the road and head home once and for all, after all the sooner I begin to get home the sooner I would arrive to meet my family and the barrage of congratulations and hand shakes enough to pull my arm from it's shoulder. It was almost three when I reached home pulling into the driveway to the side of the house. My first thought was that everyone may be out because as I walked closer to the house I heard no sounds of activity nor when I peeked through the large glass windows into the living area was there any sign of life. I took my keys out of my pocket and opened the front door, stopping briefly to collect the accumulated pile of letters lying on the floor. It was only when I caught the faint glimpse of someone peering through the eyehole on the porch door that I knew everyone was inside but they were hiding and that meant only one thing... surprise party. Oh, how I hated surprise parties with everyone acting fake jumping out screaming and then laughing at the belief that what they had planned all week finally worked for what would be a tenth of a second. Nether the less I decided there was no way to avoid the inevitable and the sooner it happened the quicker it would be over, how ironic – I had said the same about leaving university to get home to relax and look what happened, it was still a long drive and then a tormenting welcome back. I have to admit it was almost a surprise had I not seen someone against the door. The moment I stepped through the porch door I was completely disorientated with the pitch blackness of the room compared to the outside world and then with the flick of a switch the change of lighting. To be honest the best to describe it would be: it was like being hit by a flash-bang. Stunning me to the spot with the most stupid expression on my face and just as with a flash-bang the pounding noise, except in this situation it was all my relatives who had come to meet me. The sheer loudness of the noise overwhelmed the senses enough to jumble all of the words into something incoherent I had the faintest guess that what they really had shouted would have been "Surprise!" I'm guessing the look of my face when everyone jumped up in synch would have proven that the surprise really was a surprise and the plan would have been a success. Once the initial shock was over with then began the routine hugs and 'well done' from all the family members. I was a little upset that it happened a little too fast and I didn't have enough time to register who it was I was actually facing but now that it had all calmed down and everyone had said what they wanted it was time the party begun. It was only now that I started to wonder where my actual family was – I mean I know that all my uncles, aunts, cousins, nephews, grandparents were there but where were my mother, father and sister – Rachel? My question was answered soon enough when I found them in deep conversation with my mothers' sister, my aunt, my father was besides my mother standing sharp as if he was in the barracks up for inspection, he only occasionally jumped in the conversation but otherwise did not speak. Now that I was able to see them I found myself checking them out. My mother with her brown hair curled around her neck was wearing a black sequin dress draping down to below her knees and high heeled black shoes. My father was wearing the usual tuxedo with black jacket and white shirt with green tie and leather shoes. He looked uncomfortable. I was just about to ask where my sister was hanging when two soft but petite hands wrapped around my eyes from behind. "Guess who." She whispered in my ear. "Um... Uncle jack?" I jokingly replied. "No, silly" She answered releasing my eyes so i was able to turn around and look at her properly. Now with my vision restored I looked into her brown eyes. Her beautiful brown hair draped to one side. She was stunning, enough to give my mother a run for her money. She was wearing a red dress that cut just below her thighs and red 2 inch high heels. I would had guessed that my mother and her bought their dress at the same store – the only difference was that unlike my mother who opposed to wearing jewellery my sister wore two diamonds studs in hear ears – one in each – and had a diamond necklace around her neck. I swear if she wasn't my sister I would have tried to hit on her right there and then. "Congratulations for finally finishing." She said leaning forward to give me a kiss on the cheek, whether subconsciously or consciously I turned my head to meet her and her lips ended up on my own and not my cheek. I truly wanted the kiss to last forever and for a quick second I managed to close my eyes and loose myself in the moment. She was the first to break the kiss and smiled as if she saw it as nothing more. The party carried on for the rest of the day until ten at night. For most the night I was with my sister talking about how life was without me and what she was up to while I was gone, for the most part I had learned in the space of 3 years I was away she had had one dog, 3 boyfriends, 2 break ups, a dog funeral and now had fish for her room – goldfish of course I was also whisked away to other family to talk about general life and how my university course was, then before everyone left my dad had requested that I show everyone my certificate diploma. I was quite proud of this as I had achieved a 1st which would have meant I finished with an A* in all of my modules. Finally at ten the last of the guests left – my aunt – with the final goodbye and thank you for coming speech: me, my mother, my father, my sister settled down. We watched television as a family until eleven after that my parents suggested that we do something as a family. We decided, well it was my sisters idea, that we should play a family board game, the chosen: Monopoly. The game lasted for at the least 2 hours before my mother was eliminated after going bankrupt. After she was gone and then became the elected banker my father was eliminated and it was just between me and my sister. Towards the end of the night my mother and my father decided to go to bed and persisted that it had been a long night and we should follow, but much to mine and my sisters nagging, we managed to persuade them that we should stay up to finish the game. After half an hour since my parents had gone to bed me and my sister continued to play the game, because they had been eliminated it meant that they had to offer the property back to the game and thus I began collecting more than my sister – it was quite obvious I was going to be winning the game. My sister landed on my property three times in a row and this left her with some serious damage and after going into bankruptcy she was nearly out with just £100 to spare. It was a fun game and now I was just toying with her. She managed to go another round passing go and collecting the standard £200. it was on her second throw that she managed to completely go under. Her throw landed her on Italy that I owned and the payment was £1000. She could pay the £300 but that still left her with a total of £700 to pay. "Come on! Please just let me go." She pouted but I was having way too much fun. "Looks like you loose." I mocked placing the shape of my hand in a 'L' on my forehead. "No I can't loose this is my game!" She whined. "Please I'll do anything" She resorted to bribery to get off loosing. Her competitive nature had won her over. "You have nothing I want." "Here take these" She pleaded removing her red high heel shoes. "And what do I want with your shoes sis?" I replied chucking at how badly she wanted to win the game. "I don't know sell them or something but come on lets continue." She replied. I don't know what it was but I decided to give in and nodded my head in agreement, I wasn't going to actually sell her shoes over a game but the look on her face and the fact I didn't want the night to end persuaded me to accept. She threw her shoes onto my lap extending her legs and wiggling her toes in my direction. I was awe struck at the sight; she had the most beautiful feet and I was mesmerised at the sight of her beautiful long smooth legs and her beautiful feet with her toenails painted in a sweet pink. Just once more for show she wiggled her toes and raised her heels to my face all the time showing a beautiful smile. I swear the things that were running through my mind at the time would have shocked even a pornstar. I allowed her the chance to redeem herself and she threw again this time landing on free parking. Safe. But now she was in trouble; unless she managed to throw a 12 on the two dice she would with out an inch of doubt land on another of my properties and my dick was swelling at the though of her offering herself to me to get out of loosing. My mind was swimming and I couldn't help myself keep looking down at her beautiful feet and legs and then watching her face as she realised her predicament. She bit her bottom lip and threw the dice hoping I would be lenient. 6...9...10. That final throw landed her on one of the most expensive properties of the whole game. Ill never remember the look off her face when she realised that the game was over. She pleaded and begged to let her off and let her at the least pass go to get £200. knowing any other night it would be me on the other side of this game with her whipping my butt (figuratively speaking) I decided to be merciful. "So what do I get this time?" I asked mockingly knowing there was only one thing I wanted but could never have. She thought for a quick moment before replying "I'll give you my dress." "And why do I want a dress?" I asked but secretly my mind had already made up my mind, no dress meant she would be sitting in her bra and panties, god how I hoped she was wearing neither. "Come on. Take the dress, it will get you at the least thirty pounds in a good store." She begged, before I had actually agreed she pulled down on one of the straps around her shoulder letting fall. "Well?" "Okay. Fine." I replied eager to know what she was wearing. Whether she knew it or not but the way that she teased when removing her dress made me look down towards my boner poking upwards, what would she say if she saw I was hard off my own sister stripping? Would she stop? Luckily she never noticed and both straps came off her shoulders, the concealed zip at the back was pulled down and the dress came up and over her head. While she was blinded by the dress over her head I managed to position my hard on to become less noticeable but it soon came back to full attention after I saw what she was wearing underneath. Black bra and matching black panties. A thong! "Funny I thought you would be wearing red." I said trying to remove my attention from her body. "Well I was going to but then I saw these and I just love the feeling." She replied. "Shall we continue then..." I asked pointing at the game. After I had thrown and landed on a small property it was her throw again but needless to say I was not interested in the game no more. She had wonderful perky breasts but they were not overly massive or small either; all in all I would say that she would be about a B cup. Whether I knew it or not I was staring, mouth wide open as if I had just solved the mystery of the universe. I didn't even notice that it was my throw until she called my name "Jon!". I didn't even respond the first time she called just nodding as if I heard her but didn't know where she was. She called three more times before I finally snapped back to attention and looked at her face. She was smiling. "Daydreaming?" She asked casually as if I was not thinking of her. "Uh... yeah" I grabbed the dice and threw quickly hoping that she would forget me staring at her. My piece – the dog – landed on the same square that she was on. "Hey look. We're together." I joked hoping to ease the tension in the room. "I wish." she muttered. Had my ears deceived me! Had she really just said what I thought she had said!? If spending three years at university at the back of the room had taught me anything it was how to lip-read and clear as day I saw her mouth draw the words: I wish. I was stunned. I couldn't move, my hands were sweaty and my breath was irregular, in fact if anyone had a cardiograph it would have shown that my heart beat was going so fast it would burst out of my chest. My sister acted causal as if it was just an innocent reply or as if I was hearing things, after all she had whispered it quietly. I decided not to press further. The game must go on. She threw again and landed on another of the free utilities, then I threw and landed two spaces above her. Still... she wanted us to be together? The question ran around my mind swimming in a pool of thought. Does it explain tonight with the stripping, or the kiss on the lips earlier – I mean I know that could have been my fault or was it her idea? One of the reasons I was good at forensics was I was able to think out of the box and analysed every little detail as if it was crucial and right now my forensic mind was analysing everything that had ever happened between me and my sister – how long had she thought like this? How long had I liked her more than I should? Finally she broke the silence by throwing and landing on another of my properties. Oh god, what would she do now? She had nothing else to bargain with, she would never bargain with her necklace or her earrings after all they were a gift from our late grandmother, but that left only the bra or the panties, surely she wouldn't. "Looks like you loose." I stated thinking she had nothing to bargain with. "Nooo." She moaned pouting her lips. "You got nothing more to offer and you are in too much debt." I replied hoping I was wrong and she would offer something. "I got it." She answered. "How about a dance." "No thanks I'm not really in the mood for dancing." "Not you, silly, how about I dance for you. Your own personal dance from me, if I make it a good dance how about you give me a small property." She replied with a smile on her face. Before I could object she stood up waving her arms above her to shake off the cramp from sitting all night. When she started I swear I had to check my pulse in fear that I was dead. I could have easily have died and gone to heaven. The dance was as good as you could have thought, if she wanted a property for being good I should give her the whole board. She began my moving her hips side to side as if there was some music only she could hear. She twisted while crouching low and then back up twisting the other way. Her arms ram to her stomach before moving up to the sides of her breasts and then gave a light push accentuating her cleavage. Then she continued to move her hands to hear head and then swept her hair out of her face. The turned around to her back facing me and bent down running her hands down her slender legs to her beautiful feet forcing out her ass. Standing mere feet in front of me I desperately wanted to reach forward and touch but something in the back of my mind thought "God this is your sister, this shouldn't be happening..." but then again something in the front of my mind was thinking "This was her choice maybe she wants it as bad as you want her...". In the end the back of the mind won and I just sat there and left her to it, that isn't saying I wasn't enjoying the show. She hooked her fingers around the lace around her hips and slowly pulled down. I watched with an ever increasing erection as her panties were slowly removed, she got to her bare ass and then stopped, she turned facing me and then smiled and wagged her finger in the gesture of a 'no' and then pulled them back up. I barely managed to notice that above her private there was no hair before it was covered back up. With the dance over she claimed her spot besides the board game and sat back down acting as if nothing had ever happened. How my mind raced at what would happen next time. I decided this game was the best in my life and that it would have to continue, she had done her best and as she had wanted I gave her two of my property cards, but due to my analysis brain I had carefully selected two deliberate cards – Cape town and Congo – the two poorest on the board – at the least if she was lucky she may get the odd £100 that they give for landing, and without property she was doomed. Her face fell when she looked at the two cards I gave her knowing that I was planning all this. "Didn't I do a good job?" She teased, tilting her head to one side and smiling in the most seductive manor ever. I was torn. I couldn't admit I liked the lap dance from my sister nor could I bring myself to admit that it was bad. In the end I knew how to make it better – I gave her one more card that was directly in the middle of all my others, a small consolation, if she managed to avoid all the other pricey property she could save herself and if I landed on it then I could end up paying more to her than if I combined her two other cards. She was happy with the trade and smiled to me in a warm manor. The game continued for another good three hours with her sneaking in a couple of pounds from me, enough to pay for when she lands on one of my properties. In the end she decided that enough was enough and that she couldn't do anymore to stop loosing (personally I knew a lot more she could do, heck, I'd even give her the game if she knew what I wanted). We finished the game, checked who had the most money and then returned the game to the box. I offered my sister the dress she gave me but she shook her head in disagreement. "I gave that to you, it's yours now." We ended the game for the night and put the game back in the side cupboard. Just before going to bed I looked at the clock – 4:00am - best night ever. "When did you to come to bed last night?" My mother asked when I came downstairs. She was already sitting in the living room with the TV on watching 'Jerry Springer', the headline: I Slept with your daughter. "Um... about two, maybe, two thirty." I replied not wanting to make it sound that we were up all night, or for her to ask what we were doing. "Well Rachel is still asleep so what ever happened last night really knocked her out." My mother spoke her eyes never leaving the TV showing two rather large women wrestling over a single man. New Starts Ch. 01 My mother looked at the clock and then stood up she walked into the kitchen and then came back out with a bag wrapped around her shoulder. "Better hurry up or I'm going to be late to work." She then kissed me on the check and headed out of the front door. It was a warm day and I didn't really have any plans to do, at the most I thought I would lie around the house and perhaps look online for jobs but after last night I decided I wanted to spend the rest of the day with my gorgeous sister. It was later in the day when she woke up and came downstairs. Obviously she had become accustomed to not having another person in the house when she woke up – my father had already left before my mother to go to work at the bank. She strolled down the stairs almost in a zombie trance and even though she wore no make up she still could have won the world's most beautiful person. As she opened the stairs door she never noticed me sitting in the corner watching her through a perfectly placed mirror on the wall. She was wearing the same thong and panties from last night but due to the heat of the night her skin was radiant and reflected the light from outside with perspiration dripping down her slender body. She walked in to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of black coffee. Honestly I don't know how she drinks the vile liquid but I suppose everyone likes different things. She then came back into the living room and then sat besides me on the long four seat couch, she lay down with her head on the arm rest and her beautiful bare feet on my lap resting directly on my penis. We watched 'Jerry Springer' ended until the final thought at the end after which I threw the remote on her stomach for her to choose the channel. Whether to tease me or it may be something she actually does watch she flicked onto the softcore channels and began to watch the erotic lesbian scene on the screen. I was completely shocked that my sister would even know these channels let alone be watching them as if it was the news. A smirk spread across her lips. On the screen two women were going at it. One woman was on her back on the on set couch with her legs wide open, her perky large breaks bounced as she moved up and down. Her face was that of complete ecstasy. The second woman was in between the first woman's' legs where she was moving her head up and down in time to her partners movement. Because it was only softcore in the morning the program did not go into detail of what was happening but because of the movement, the position of the two and the ecstatic screaming (that I thought was overkill) it was clear of what was happening. My view kept flicking between the screen and my sisters feet, which were still on my lap. Soon my penis began to become erect, whether because of my sister or the screen or both I knew it would be a matter of time before she would notice. It came too quickly. Within a few seconds my penis was straining to get out from my trousers and directly above it was my sisters' feet. I watched her expression to see if she noticed what was going on beneath her but her face was emotionless. "Enjoying this are we?" She asked casually as if she was watching one of her soaps. To empathize the point she wiggled her feet so that they ran over my hard on. Personally I was speechless, I mean here I was watching my sister running her feet over my penis while she watched two lesbians on the television. Without giving an answer she continued to run her feet over my penis quickening with each pace. After working herself into a frenzy she moved her other feet to my penis and then used both feet to work their way across my penis. Needless to say I didn't move and soon both feet were wrapped around my pole moving up and down giving a first rate footjob. "Um what are you doing?" I asked afraid she would stop but trying to lighten the mood. "Want me to stop?" She asked looking at me and winking but moving her feet at a fast pace. I couldn't reply to her question and so she carried on. I watched her face and became more surprised when I noticed that she had a look much like that of the girl on the screen. It was only when I looked down at her own body when I noticed that her right hand was now underneath her own panties rubbing herself. She was masturbating on me while I was getting a footjob! I really wanted to remove my erection from my trousers and let her have skin on skin contact but I knew that somehow that could be worst that this is. Without any female companionship for almost three years I was surprised that I managed to last this long without ejaculating but soon the end was near. Knowing what was happening and stuck in a room of lust, porn on the TV, having a footjob and watching my sister play with herself sent me over the edge and I began to spurt my load. It was five individual shots and each one hit the same place staining my boxers and trousers causing a wet patch to begin to form in a nearly-perfect circle. My sister looked up at the mess and smiled to herself. Maybe it was the satisfaction she had given herself or maybe it was the fact that she managed to make her own brother coat the inside of his trousers in semen. Nobody said a word and with both our parents at work it was going to be an interesting day. Without a word being said she stood up and then walked back upstairs. I was torn between following her and hoping it could lead to something more or staying where I was and waiting for an explanation. Overall practicality won. I needed to go back upstairs anyways to change my boxers and trousers and I figured while I was up there I could at the least gain an explanation of what happened. I followed her upstairs watching her ass wave side to side with each step, how I wanted to grab hold of it and never let go, considering that just happened I don't think it would be a bad idea since she had virtually jacked me off. The top of our stairs was pretty much the same as any other house with a small landing and three separate rooms not including the bathroom. The room closest to the stairs was the bathroom, the next along was my room, the next along was my mother and father's room and then there was my sisters room at the end of the landing. My sister walked straight to her own room. I was torn between all the variables that were happening around me; what should I do? Do I follow her into her room and then go with what ever happens? Do I go to my own room and let the tension between us build until it inevitably explodes in a mass of emotions? Maybe life would be different if I would have made a different decision but given the conditions at the time I thought I was right. I did not follow her but instead went to my own room and got changed from my previous sweaty top and cum stained boxers and jeans. The entire time that I was replacing my clothes my mind was burning like a raging inferno – my emotions were the fuel and my thoughts were the embers to ignite the fire. Once I had gotten changed I knew that there was only one logical choice to make and I would have to make it sooner than later when it would become harder to make, I had to speak to my sister about the events that had unfolded mere seconds ago. Her door was closed so I knocked twice on the door and awaited a response. There was none. I knew she was in there so how come she did not answer? Was she ashamed of what happened and ignoring me? I put my ear to the surface of the door to listen to any sounds and what I did hear made me want to rush in to the room and grab her with both arms only to never let her go. She was crying. I knocked more frantically now, repeating the knocking over and over again until she responded. "Go away!" She called out from behind the door. "Rachel, come on, we have to talk." I shouted back trying to hide my emotions that were clearly swelling up. The door opened a small crack but either way I took it as a response to enter the room. She was lying on her bed in the right hand corner of the room, lying on her stomach her head was buried in her pillow sobbing. She had not gotten changed and I could clearly make out the curves of her body or more specifically I could clearly see the cheeks of her ass pointing skywards. Her appearance didn't even register with me as I watched her crying into her pillow. I walked over to the side of her bed and sat on the small gap besides her. She never moved. I placed a hand onto her back and gently stroked her. Maybe it wasn't the cleverest of moves but I had no idea of what to do and this was what came most natural. She shrugged my hand away. I decided to go to my next approach but was hesitant at what the outcome could be. I placed my arm on her shoulder and with one quick movement rolled her body over so she was facing me. As a baby would do so to a mother she wrapped her hand around me and then cried into my stomach. "Come on, calm down." I said smoothly trying to be calm and relaxing for her to hear. "W... what.... I did...was...wrong." She sobbed. "Hey, come on it's ok." I reassured. "No... no it shouldn't have happened... you're my brother." "Look at me." I said firmly lifting her chin so that our eyes met. She looked at me, her eyes red raw from crying and her face completely soaked. "You did nothing wrong." I said looking into her eyes and smiling. "I...don't know... what came over me." She spoke in an almost inaudible tone fighting back crying. "It was like... I forgot who we was to each other and I could finally do everything I dreamed of." Ok, to be totally clear, I was now more confused than I ever had been – and I had done advanced chemistry and quantum physics. "What do you mean?" I asked now more intrigued. "I love you Jon." She said looking straight into my eyes. "I love you too." I replied. "No, I mean I love you. More than a sister should love a brother. I always have. Ever since you went to university and moved out I've missed you so much. And yesterday when you came home and I saw you looking at me I just knew that you were the one I want to live with. In that once moment all my love came flooding back to me and I wanted to hold you forever. I tried sending hints when we were playing monopoly last night but then you wanted to win and I thought you didn't think about me that way. And this morning... I only wanted to tease you... to get you to notice me... and then it all spiralled out of control." I was shocked. She actually thought that I was not interested in her. I would have to be blind to not be able to notice her. I was speechless. I did the only thing I was able to at the time. I grabbed her tightly embracing her in my arms and planted a kiss on her lips. I didn't plan to linger the kiss but her arms wrapped around my neck and we stayed in the embrace. Not as brother and sister but as two lovers would. I was the first to break away. Now that I had regained my senses I knew that she had to know the truth about how I felt. But... even if she knew the truth about us how would that help our situation? We could never be together it would be deemed wrong by everyone and we could never be seen together as anything else. She still deserved the truth, my analytical brain already had formulated a thousand a plan to be together, in secret at first but by the end of my plan the world would know our love. "Rachel... I love you... more than a brother should, I know that I shouldn't and I knew that society will see us as freaks but I don't care. Ever since I saw you last night and at the party I knew you were meant for me and believe me I saw the signals but I didn't know if you felt the same about me." We continued the kiss, it was a causal kiss with no tongue just my lips touching her. She made the first move parting her lips and slipping her tongue into my mouth, caressing my tongue and exploring the new depths of our relationship. Albeit, slowly, I moved my tongue into her mouth mimicking her movements. Personally I could have stayed like this forever but I knew that realistically we couldn't and I broke contact. "Come on." I said pulling her up so she was standing. "Let's go back downstairs." We went back downstairs and it was then that I noticed that I had left the television on and never bothered to change the channel. The show was no longer two women together but had not changed to a heterosexual show. We both managed to walk into the living room when the title of the show appeared on the screen. In neon green the words read out "New Starts". I grabbed the remote to change the channel when my sister grabbed the remote off me and sat down on the couch. I grabbed the seat next to her. The show started out with a buxom beautiful blonde walking onto the screen and throwing her robe onto the floor to reveal a tight and curvy body. Her breasts were obviously false and looked too large for her body. The camera man did a whole body shot starting at her head and then moving down to show her feet in what must have been six inch heels. The camera man then swung around to show a man walking through the same door that the woman had entered and then in a same twist he dropped his robe to reveal his muscular body. The man had definitely been hitting the juice (not that I recommend that anyone ever do so). His abdomen was the perfect definition of a six pack, feeling slightly self-conscious my hand rubbed over my abdomen. My stomach may not be as well defined as this man on the television was but it was slim with a noticeable four pack. The man on the television then walked over to the blonde who was already sitting on the end of a bed that had appeared out of nowhere, he took his place in front of the woman who then placed her hands on his hip and moved her head towards his penis. I was watching the man on the television receive what appeared to be an expert first-rate blowjob. My attention switched over to my sister sitting next to me. She looked over at me and smiled seductively as if she was doing this for my interest, maybe she was. Due to the fact that I was watching porn – or because of the fact that there was an incredibly hot girl besides me who had moments ago confessed her feelings and those feelings were forbidden given the nature of our relationship – I began to get hard again. My mind wondered back to moments ago when my sister and beautiful girl had given me a footjob all the time rubbing herself. Almost robotically her hand moved from her sides and rested on top of my trousers that were doing the poorest job of hiding a raging erection. They slipped underneath my trousers and boxers and then grabbed my hard pole. I was in a complete stage of arousal – my sister was holding my hard penis. I had not even asked or motioned in any way but she began to rub up and down giving me a handjob. Boy, her hand was smooth and soft. Her hand swiftly glided down my pole and then back to the top repeating the motion again and again. My hips moved off the couch to accommodate her movements but as soon as I lifted my hips she stopped what she was doing in an act to tell me to stop what I was doing. I settled back down and she started again. Up...down...up...down. It was if I was having an outer-body experience, I knew what was happening but I was so out of focus I could not think. When her hand reached the top of my pole her thumb then ran over the purple head before bringing her hand back down and repeating this on every other stroke. "So I have to do you and myself" Rachel said slyly looking at my own hand and her pussy. "Oh, I'm sorry" I replied knowing what she was on about. For the first time in my life I was scared. I mean was this how the relationship between me and my sister was going to start? Before it even began? Thoughts raced through my mind: what if I hurt her? What if she did not get the pleasure she was giving me? Slowly my hand made it's way to her. I slipped my fingers under her panties and to add to the many first times in my life my fingers brushed across her bare, bald, beautiful pussy. I took my time, I knew that if I rushed into doing it then she may not like it and I wanted to give her the best pleasure I could offer, if I took my time then I could explore all her spots and find the best to make her tick. I ran my hand over the fold of her lips and then ran my middle finger over her slit. This response gave a small moan and so it encouraged me to carry on. I ran my finger back up the slit and created small circles around her clit. Thankfully my years of biology paying off I knew all about the female genitalia. With me rubbing her clit her breathing became heavier, quicker and sharper. Her body thrust upwards to meet my fingers. Changing my finger for my thumb is maintained pressure on her clit but managed to slip a finger inside her. It was one of the most erotic feelings that could ever be described; she was warm, hot, wet and smooth. She moaned even deeper and I knew that I had to be doing something right. I decided to experiment now that I knew what I was doing was right, I moved my thumb faster over her clit while slowing down with my fingering. The effect was an incoherent squeal that was barely human. The next experiment was to slowly rub her clit and speed the fingering – the effect was a moaning of "Oh my god!" with a bucking of the hips to meet my fingers. In the final experiment I decided to go full steam ahead and both rub the clit as fast as I could and finger her with all the power I could muster – the effect was a deafening screaming and extreme panting as if she could not breathe. Now that I knew all of her reactions I knew how to keep her on her toes and continued to give her a mixture of all the speeds at random times. Giving a great focus on her pussy I had lost all track of time; how long had either of us been going at it like this? Time had seemed to stop; there was nothing else in the world but just us two entwined together, our bodies acting as one. I glanced at the television realising that I had been watching it but not knowing what had been happening. The woman on the screen was now on her back with the man lying on the top of her slamming his hips forwards ramming himself into her. Over the sounds of my sister squealing the television moans and hers merged together much like both of us and them on the screen. I glanced sideways at the image of the most beautiful woman at my side, her eyes were closed and her mouth agape, her chest was rising and falling in rapid succession and her whole body shaking at the pleasure ( I hoped) I was giving. "I'm coming!" She screamed out of the blue and for the first time I noticed that her panties were soaked to the core. Suddenly I remembered that not only had I been giving her pleasure but she was giving me a handjob, lost in her touch I never noticed that her hand was now sliding up and down my own pole and I could feel the impending pressure building inside. I was going to come and soon. Her pace on my own penis increased building the pressure immensely, soon the pressure would become too much and I was going to explode. Feeling myself building to an orgasm I began to thrust in and out while rubbing her clitoris in a lightning pace. I knew that she was going to come before she did. Her vaginal muscles clamped on my fingers in a death like vice, her body leaned forward and she gave a banshee wail of pure ecstasy. I felt her juices come rushing out of her and coat my fingers in her slickness. At the same time that I felt all of her juices escape her private I felt myself let go of all the pressure in my own privates. Spurt after spurt I shot my seed into my boxers. I must have coated my sisters' hand in cum because I knew that she never let go. At once all my senses came to a complete overhaul. I could practically smell the aroma of my beautiful sister in the air. It was a sweet smell that had the smallest trace of bitterness. I could feel all of the perspiration sliding down my skin, each trickle smoothly running south giving the smallest hint of a tickle causing goose bumps on my skin. The air had a slight chill but given the recent activity both our bodies were giving out a large amount of heat. New Starts Ch. 01 I pulled my hand out of my sisters' panties and almost immediately the smell of female semen hit my nostrils. The smell was intoxicatingly sweet and I knew that I could stay with this aroma all my life. My hand was completely soaked with all the juice she lost. Without knowing what I was thinking I raised my hand to my nose and smelled the sweet nectar, it smelled sweet enough so I dipped a finger into my mouth. It tasted as I thought it was: sweet but with a hint of bitterness. I knew that I could lick the entire content off my hand and then ask for seconds. I was just about to do so when my sister grabbed my hand and licked the juice straight off my palm. My sister tasted her own cum! "Mmmm... I taste pretty good." My sister teased licking her lips and smacking her lips together. "I wonder how you taste." Without any warning she let go of my now flaccid penis and pulled her cum soaked hand out of my trousers. Cum was splattered over all of her fingers and ran around her palm and the back of her hand. She licked the cum off her index and middle finger popping both in her mouth at the same time and swallowing the accumulated total in her mouth. "Mmmm... I think you taste better than I do." She said. She poked her little finger at me in a gesture of me to try a taste. I couldn't. The thought of me having cum in my mouth was enough to make me feel queasy. I knew where that cum had come from and where it had came out of and those two facts alone made me determined never to try it. It shook my head and my sister must have sensed the idea that I was thinking of and shrugged her shoulders as if she was offering me some ice cream before licking her own hand like a lollipop. Soon her hand was sparkly clean covered in her saliva. I had done the same with my hand licking the cum from her pussy from my hand ( I understand that there is little difference from licking the cum from her than there is my own, after all they are both from the genitalia and both are sterile but it was the principle). As soon as our sexcapade was done we changed the channel and turned off the television. I decided to go to my room and get changed and my sister followed me. Once I had gotten changed from my clothes and put on a new pair of trousers it had dawned on me that she had not gotten changed at all even though her panties were soaking wet. In my room I have a computer desk with a computer propped against the wall behind the door. Along with the desk there is a swivel chair and keyboard holder with speakers and a microphone. My sister sat on the swivel chair and crossed her legs. We spent the rest of the day like we would any other day – except with the sneaking in kisses. My sister was in my room for most of the day just generally chatting about life and how things have been and I was lying on my bed listening to her not wanting to miss a word. Our parents came home about 7:00pm put dad at first and then later at 7:45pm our mother. Our father did not bother coming upstairs when he came home nor did he call for us to check we were in the house, he probably thought that we were both out. When our mother came home she did not bother calling for us and we both presumed that they thought we were out. We were both alright with the thought that they thought we were out as it meant that we would have some privacy. We heard both our parents come upstairs and I thought that they would come through the door and at the least say hi but that never happened, through hearing them on the landing I heard the creaking of the floorboards and then the opening of a door – they were going into their own bedroom. My sister and I sat there in silence listening to the activity happening in the next room. There was a small bustle of activity and giggling; what ever they were doing they were having fun. When the activity of noise died down I managed to faintly make the sound of a woman moaning lightly. Within a millisecond we knew what they were doing. After the light moaning there was a familiar sound of bedsprings then the increasing tempo of movement and louder moaning. I couldn't believe what I was hearing but looking over at my sister you would think that she was deaf to what was happening with the look of thought in her eyes. Soon the sound of moaning echoed throughout the house. "Oh my god... oh, god....right...there" Our mother screamed "...Faster.... Come...on... give....me... harder.... Oh, my god.... God...." I could hear the grunting of my father as I guessed he pumped in and out of our mother. The thought made me shiver, no child is meant to think that this happens to their parents and yet here we were both listening to the grunting and moaning in the next room. As we sat there listening to the pounding happening before us I knew that I was getting hard and to be truthful anyone would when they hear what we could hear at that moment. Rachel walked over to me and sat on the edge of the bed. I knew what she was going to do before she actually started; first she pulled my trousers down to my ankles and then the same with my boxers. She grabbed my now fully erect penis with her right hand and then began to jerk me off. She was slow at first and then was at a full tempo matching that of the noises radiating from the wall. I was in a world of my own. It was all surreal. "Dads' really giving it to mom isn't he" My sister whispered in my ear trying to not be heard over the moaning next door. I grunted in acknowledgement but didn't know how to respond. She continued to jerk me off. It was a first rate handjob. Trying not to think about what was happening to me I focused in on what was happening in the other room. I listened to the familiar slap of skin on skin and the animalistic grunting of my father. Since my mother could no longer have children since she opted to have her tubes tied I knew for 100% that my father would be riding bare back. This continued for several minutes, time flew as I received a handjob and my mother and father were doing the naughty in the next room. Since I had already came before in that day I knew that I could last a while my sister took this as a personal challenge and began to jerk me with a maniacal smile as if she was determined to cause me to blow my load this second. It may not have been that second but at the rate she was going it was soon. When I did spurt it was with a new found power and ferociousness, the first shot flew in the air and landed in my sisters hair, the second hit her just below the right eye and the final and third shot hit her across the lips. My sister licked her lips and wiped the cum off with her tongue, she then used her hand to wipe the rest off her face and then licked that off her fingers as for the one in her hair she wiped her hand through her hair to get the bulk but if you were to look closely you could see that there was something there before. I managed to finish before our parents had finished but it wasn't that long we had to wait and soon heard the piercing scream of my mother having an orgasm and my dad grunting as if he was attempting an impossible lift as he came inside her. My sister and I stayed in our room until we heard the sounds of both them getting changed and walking out of the room. "So have you ever..." My sister spoke breaking the silence. "Ever? What?" I asked. "You know...done what they done... it?" "You mean have I ever had sex?" I asked to confirm what she was asking me. "No. I am a virgin." I admitted. "What about you?" The answer she gave me shocked me. "No." Given that she had previous boyfriends I thought that she would have done it at the least once. "I saved myself for that special someone... you." She replied. "Me? You wanted me to be your first?" I asked. "Yes." From that day forward I knew I had a new goal – to take my sisters' virginity. I'm hoping to have this story as a miniature series so please continue to read them and feel free to email me any suggestions of what future ideas you may have. Please don't comment too harshly. Thank You for reading my story.