11 comments/ 129518 views/ 9 favorites No More Sibling Rivalry By: Mr. Tangerine Speedo Introduction My name is Peter. The following is the account of how I grew to appreciate my sister, in an entirely different way than most people. This story takes place a few years back, before college when I was in high school. As a teenager in high school, I was never really popular. Sure, I had friends, and I wasn't a loner or anything, but I never really fell into the sex drugs and rock n' roll crowd. I was really shy as a little kid, and I guess I never grew out of it entirely. I wasn't comfortable around people I didn't know, and even less comfortable around girls, even those that I did know. Like any teenage guy, I was also really horny. I'd jerk off at least once every day, sometimes more. And I had the normal worries. It seemed like everyone around me was getting laid, or at least fooling around, and I wasn't. I didn't play any sports, and I wasn't very athletic, as I'm still not. My arms were kinda skinny, and I didn't have a real developed torso. I was in decent shape though. I had what I thought was a pretty nice face, and a tangle of light brown hair almost down to my shoulders, which nicely complemented my torn t-shirts sporting bands that were popular 20 years ago. I used to worry about my penis a lot too. My parents were kinda hippies, and I was never circumcised, which I thought was kind of weird. My penis was extraordinarily average. Not really thick, and about 6" long. I was consistently afraid that even if I did get a girlfriend, she'd see me as inadequate. I was the typical teenage loser. Opposing anything just to be a rebel, insecure about myself, and even less secure about relationships. Well, this wouldn't be much of a story if I just described myself, so on with it. Chapter One One Friday like any other, I was sitting in a fifth period study hall, bored out of my mind. I couldn't wait to leave, even though I knew I wouldn't be doing anything that weekend. The clock seemed to have stopped, the 2:00 bell would never come. I slipped out unnoticed at 1:15, knowing it would probably come back to haunt me, but not caring anyways. For lack of a better place to go, I headed home. As I walked toward my house, I was surprised to see a light on. Nobody should have been home until 5:00. I crossed over to the opposite side of the road, and hid my face, until I noticed there were no cars in the driveway. It was just my sister. Funny, I thought, I didn't know she skipped school. Enter younger sister, Kelly. Me and my sister didn't exactly have a sterling relationship growing up. At best we tolerated each other, but usually we fought a lot. Sibling rivalry is often for stupid reasons, and in our case, there hardly were any reasons. It was the typical things: I thought she got to much attention being the baby, and she thought I got too many privileges being the oldest child. My sister, like myself, wouldn't win any popularity contest. She was quiet and reserved, except when arguing me. As for looks, at best, she was average. As far as I knew had only had a few failed relationships with some geeky guys. My sister is pretty smart, but she ended up failing all her classes at public high school, so my parents sent her to catholic school. I was surprised she was able to skip catholic school, it was a pretty strict place. "Hey, slacker!" I yelled, seeing her books thrown on the floor in the entryway. No answer. Whatever. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a coke from the fridge and headed to the living room to kick back on the couch. As I rounded the corner to the double door, leading into the kitchen, I gasped and nearly dropped my coke. There was my sister, her catholic schoolgirl uniform still on, lying on the couch with her eyes closed. Her skirt was ruffled and flipped up a little bit, and a few fingers were down her white cotton panties. She was shifting around comfortably, and moving her fingers ever so delicately in her panties, while making little murmuring sounds every now and then. I may have been a naive high school virgin, but I was no fool, I could tell she'd was masturbating, or at least playing with herself a little bit. She wasn't naked, but the thought of what she was doing, even if she was my sister made me feel that little twinge of arousal in my cock. I stood there for a few minutes. I must have made a noise or something, because she suddenly was very startled and aware of my presence. "What the... FUCK.... god dammit..." She mumbled, then yelled. She quickly straightened up and flipped her skirt down. I did my best to tuck my half-erect penis into my pant-leg, ducking into a recliner next to the couch. "I don't think the nuns would like you talking like that," I returned, ever the cynic. "You're not supposed to be home yet," She said. I could tell by the tone of her voice she was pretty embarrassed, but she was trying to hide it. "Neither are you." "Fuck you." "Looks like you were managing pretty well by yourself." "God dammit... I swear to god, if you say anything, I'll fucking..." She trailed off. "It's okay. It doesn't bother ME. Just tell me one thing, what time is best to get in touch with sister Mary?" I said with a smirk, ducking as the television remote flew over my head. I walked up to my room feeling pretty good about myself, yet also feeling confused about how I could ever get aroused by... my sister. Chapter Two Late that night, around the time when I usually jerked off, I was having trouble. I pulled one of the nudie magazines out from under my mattress, and thumbed lustfully through the pages as I usually did. It was like any other night, accept that every time I closed my eyes that image of my sister flashed in my head. It was gross. I didn't want to think about my sister, not in that kind of way, but I found it was all that would get me horny. I eventually managed to get the job done, but I felt awkward that the thought of my sister came up during masturbation. I'd never had any tendencies towards incest. I always thought it was something gross rednecks do, and besides, I didn't really think my sister was attractive. The next night I had the same problem. I'd get that image of my sister lying there, and I just couldn't do it anymore. For the first time in ages, I went to bed without getting off. On Sunday, the house was empty. My parents went to a business dinner a few hours away, and my sister went over to a friends house. I was going to jerk off to a porno tape I had stashed. Nobody was home, I could turn it up and take as long as I wanted. I was sure this would clear my mind of all these images that kept coming up when masturbating. I lay on the floor of the TV room, pants down and shirt pulled up, watching these figures moan and bounce on screen. Normally I would be hard as a rock by this time, but It didn't do anything. Just jerking off wasn't enough for some reason. The feeling wasn't there. I needed something different. I turned if off and sat there, a bit distressed. Suddenly, a perverse, but wildly exciting idea came into my head. The door creaked as I opened it, and looked in on my sister's room. What the fuck am I doing here? I thought. The image of my sister is the precise thing I was trying to get rid of. "Oh god..." I murmured. I crept carefully to her laundry bin. Trembling, I opened it up, expecting someone to come in every moment. I pawed through the little tank tops and crumpled jeans until I found what I was looking for. I took a little silk pair of panties. These were her weekend ones, not the plain cotton ones she wore under her uniform. I realized my cock was hard and pressing against my pants. I unzipped and relieved it. I felt weird. I still felt I shouldn't be turned on by my sister. I stuck the little crotch of the panties up to my nose and breathed deep. Oh, there it was. That smell I had fantasized about so much. The sweet, tangy smell, the smell of sex, the smell of pussy, and the knowledge that a pussy, even if it was my sister's, had touched this very strip of fabric was too much for me. I was instantly horny. I found myself masturbating furiously, and realizing where I was, my only option was to shoot my load into her panties. Afterwards I was scared and embarrassed. Would someone see me? God, what would someone think, a kid jerking off in his own sister's room? Nobody could ever know about this. Hurriedly, I cleaned up, and put the laundry back as best I could. I wrapped the panties up in newspaper, and shoved them as far as I could in the bottom of the trash, praying the whole time nobody ever found this. When my sister got home, I couldn't look her in the eye. I was no longer getting aroused by her, but I felt like a pervert. She shot one of the normal insults that would get me going, but I just mumbled something and walked up to my room. Fuck, she could tell something was wrong. Chapter Three Over the next week or so, I did my best to act normal around my sister. But after the pantie incident, the thought that there was pussy so close to me would get me instantly horny. It was still gross, yet attractive in a dangerous sort of way. I wasn't attracted to my sister, I was attracted to her body, and her pussy specifically. The next chance I got, I stole a pair of her panties, and hid them in my room. I started using them to jerk off. The thought of her pussy, the fact that this fabric I held had caressed a girl's vagina never failed to make me horny. I thought of her, pulling aside these panties to finger herself, and played back the little moaning sounds from pornos inside my head. When I saw my sister, I acted normal, but all I was thinking about was her pussy. She was my sister. It was wrong. I didn't care. She had a pussy, and I wanted it. I studied her legs when she wasn't watching. Imagined how those silky little panties panties fit so tightly over the ultimate prize, her wet pink little pussy. I was too enthralled with this thought of her pussy to think about whether she knew, or what anyone else would think of this. Every so often I'd try to stop. I'd tell myself it was wrong, and say I would return the panties, but I never did. It so happened that at the business meeting I mentioned earlier, my dad made an arrangement to go on a business trip to Florida. My mom decided to go with him, to make it sort of a little vacation for the two of them. I knew I couldn't take being alone with my sister for a week. She'd expect me to fight and act normal, but lately her body was too mesmerizing to me. My parents left on a Sunday, with instructions left to be good and go to school. I'll let you judge whether we obeyed those rules. I came downstairs on Monday morning, realizing I was already an hour late for school as my alarm didn't go off. My sister was curled up on the couch in her pajamas watching TV. They were white silk ones. Almost see through. I would have gotten a boner, but I had gotten good at controlling these urges around Kelly. "Ditching School?" I asked. "Yup. You too?" She replied. "I guess... you know, I'm already late." "Hey do you have any of my panties?" She asked, casually. This knocked me off my ass. How did she notice? I couldn't hide my surprise. "Um.. .well... I mean... what do you mean?" I stammered. I could tell my face was bright red. "Jesus, don't be such a baby. I can't say panties without you blushing? I was missing a pair and wondering if they got mixed in with your laundry. You never seem to hesitate about asking me if your socks are in my dresser." She said, seeming really annoyed with me. "Uh... no, I don't think so." I managed to say. That was close. "Okay fine, we'll do this the hard way. I know you have my panties. I saw them in your room. I don't know why you have them, and I was TRYING to give you an opportunity to give them back without embarrassing you. I know how guys are about stuff like this." Scratch that about being close. It was a direct hit. By this point I was dead with embarrassment. "I also know you saw me after I did, well, you know... on the couch... so I couldn't ask mom and dad for help. Just give me my fucking panties back." "Yeah. Um... I'm sorry, I guess." "While we're on the subject, mind telling me why you had them, and didn't give them back? I mean, I we're locked in black-mail territory here, so it's not like I can tell anyone without it ruining my life too." I hesitated. Should I tell her about my feverish fantasies about her body? No, I couldn't. But before I could catch myself, I blurted out, "I um... jerk off about them.. or... ahh shit" "WHAT!?" She blurted. Oh god, what had I just done? My life is over, I should go hang myself. "That is DISGUSTING Peter! Why would you..." "I swear, I'm not attracted to you! I just... well... you ARE a girl, and you do have, you know..." "Just stop." She cut me off. "I don't want to here it. You can keep my panties, I don't want them back after what you've done to them. You're a fucking perv." Great. I just ruined my life. I went in my room and lay on my stomach with the lights off. If my parents found out about this.. oh God... what would I do? I mean, she wanted me to tell her... what did she think I had her panties for. She's the one that asked. I was composing myself, and ready to go face her when I heard a nock at my door. "Hey, Pete? Can I come in a second?" It was Kelly. Suddenly I was afraid again, and realized I couldn't talk to her. I figured she was here to yell at me more, and finalize the fact that my life was over. "Sure, why not, my life is already over," I mumbled, not bothering to pick my face up off of the bed. "Hey, I wanted to talk about what happened a little while ago. I know we don't have the best relationship and all... but... I think I did over react a bit." "No, you were right to freak out. I'm disgusting. I got this idea in my head after I saw you lying on the couch, and well... I couldn't stop myself." "Just as long as you promise me it's just a fantasy about my body, nothing more.. And as long as you know that we can never, ever do anything." "Yes! Yes! Of course! I would never do anything to you... I mean with you... or whatever. I just. You know, I've never gotten laid before, and you're a girl, and I guess my brain just ignored the fact you were my sister." Things were awkward the next couple of days. We fought less than we ever have before. It was almost as if we liked each other. But my sexual urges toward my sister kept coming back. I wish she had stayed mad at me. Then, at least, I would be shamed into not thinking about her. But the fact that she wasn't entirely pissed off at me, it just made everything so much more complicated. Chapter Four Over the next couple of days, I stopped masturbating entirely, and I barely slept. I went to school just to avoid seeing my sister. I told myself I was over this, and it was just a weird turn on that I'd be completely over soon, but nothing was further from the truth. I came home from school on Thursday to find my sister crying on the couch. Before this whole fiasco started, I would have made her feel worse and then laughed about it. But I knew that I wasn't in a position to do that anymore, so I tried to be nice, which was a bit of a stretch for me at the time. "Hey, what's wrong?" "Oh, nothing..." Sniffling. "It's just... well... EVERYTHING!" She blurted, now sobbing very hard. "Uh... I don't know what to say. I mean, the two of us don't usually talk about this stuff. I'm bad with feelings, and bad with girls, even if you are my sister." I said, genuinely concerned, but confused as to what I was supposed to do. "Just sit down and talk to me for a second." Kelly whimpered, suppressing tears. "Do you ever feel like... you're just never going to get the whole love thing? "Look, you know that weird thing that happened earlier... between us... we-- I shouldn't talk about this kind of thing to you. I'm afraid of what I'll do." I said, trying to be responsible. My passion for her now erupted inside me. That lust for her body was back, but I wanted to comfort her, to be there for her too. I wanted to do what a good brother does. "I don't care! Just let me talk to you, god dammit." I'd never seen her this upset before. Her face was bright red from crying, and her whole body trembled. "I can never do a fucking thing right! I'm tired of all of this! I just want to be normal. I want to go out on the weekends and make out in public, tell someone I love them, and then talk about who I fucked the other night like all the other girls, but I just can't do it." By the end of this speech, she was practically hyper ventilating. I could tell she was badly hurt, emotionally. I moved onto the couch next to her, and put my arm around her like a father does to comfort an upset child. "Look... I'm a loser. I've never even had a girlfriend, so you're at least one up on me. You'll find someone sometime... I mean, there's at least one person that loves you." I said, almost surprised at the words that came out of my mouth. Suddenly, she stopped crying and looked up at me. "You... love me? I mean, I always thought we hated each other and all..." "Well... I am your brother, and isn't family supposed to love other family?" "Give me a hug. I had a hell of a day, I need it." I squeezed her tight. I could feel her warm breast pressing against me, and her body still trembling. I was the only thing keeping her together at that moment. I felt the greatest unity I ever had with my sister. Chapter Five I ditched school again on Friday. What the hell, three out of five wasn't bad. I could forge a mean signature, anyways, and had a wonderful imagination when it came to illnesses. Kelly couldn't risk skipping anymore, the nuns at the catholic school wanted doctor's notes for extended absence. I sat most of the day on the couch, not thinking about much one way or the other, just overwhelmed from this new relationship between me and my sister. Kelly seemed in a particularly good mood when she came strolling in, in her little catholic school girl uniform. She stood in front of me talking, but I wasn't really listening to her. She really wasn't what most guys would consider pretty, I realized. Maybe that's why she had such trouble with guys. She was tall for a girl. I was almost six foot, and she was just a few inches shorter than me. Her hair and eyes were both brown. Her breasts were on the small, and her stomach wasn't real flat and muscular, the way most guys like it. She did have nice legs though, long and smooth, with a little bit of a tan. "HEY!" I snapped out of my daydream. Why aren't you answering me, you're just staring at me. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was just looking at you. I just realized how beautiful you are. I don't know why any guy would turn you down." She smiled briefly, but then suppressed it. "Hey, none of that talk. Remember, we agreed a long time ago that it could just be our—your fantasy. Nothing more." It was a quick slip, but I caught it, and she knew it."Wha-- I thought this was my fantasy. I mean you..." She was just standing there blushing silently. I started stammering. "Oh God, no this is terrible... why the hell... what is wrong with us? Brothers and sisters aren't supposed to feel this way about each other." "We have to be good. We can't do anything. It's wrong." She was saying, more for herself than for me. I was afraid. A week ago me and my sister still acted like we hated each other. Then we started acting like real family, being nice to each other, and now this. Suddenly I realized it. It wasn't just a fantasy. It couldn't just be a fantasy. I had to have her. "Family is supposed to be there for each other. To comfort each other. What if that comfort is... well... sexual." I realized my cock was bulging in my pants. I walked over to her, nervous as all hell. "Look, I'm not saying we should, you know, do it or anything. Just a little innocent doctor play. You show me yours, I'll show you mine?" I said, not afraid of my feelings anymore. No More Sibling Rivalry "No, it's not right. We shouldn't." She still insisted. "Come on, I need it, and you need it to." "Oh Jesus... I can't believe we're even thinking about this." "Don't be afraid. It can be our secret. Nobody will ever suspect anything... I mean, Mom and Dad still think we hate each other. It's natural to want to... I'm a guy, you're a girl. Please..." I pleaded. It was working, she was giving in. "I swear to god... if you tell anyone... or anyone finds out...." She said, signifying she had given in. My mind raced as she unbuttoned her blouse. Her small, beautiful breasts were now covered only by a bra. She was blushing. My cock pressed against my pants even harder. "Um... can I unbutton now? I'm about to explode." I stammered. Kelly giggled. "Geez, you haven't even seen anything yet." She said, taking off her bra. Her breasts now were bare. She kept muttering to herself and repeating, "Oh God, I can't believe I'm doing this." "Ahhh...." I moaned. "Wow... your boobs are beautiful." And they really were. They were nice and round, curving evenly on both sides. Her nipples were small and perky, and in this case, erect from her sexual arousal. "God, this is weird." She said. Taking off her skirt to reveal her panties. I noticed a little wet spot. "I've never done this with anyone. Now I'm doing it with my brother... Oh god..." "You like it though. I can tell." I said, trying to be funny. She blushed at this. "Okay, well, I guess it's my turn." I pulled off my boxers, practically passing out I was so nervous. I stood there, entirely naked. "Your turn now," I said, but she wasn't listening, just staring at my erect cock. It was throbbing, the veins bulging, and the foreskin pulled back. "You know... I've never seen any guys cock before. It's so... I don't even know what to say." She said, after a few seconds of awkward silence. Reluctantly, she started pulling her panties off. I could see the barely visible bristle of pubic hair, glistening with her juices. I stared at her entirely naked body. God, I would fuck that in an instant. She had a unique kind of beauty. Not like a supermodel, more down to earth. My eyes traced the shape of her long, smooth legs up to her pussy, then continued on to her torso. At this point, neither of us knew what to do. After a moment or two I made a move towards her. "No." She said firmly, "We're not doing that, remember?" "Sorry... It's just... your so beautiful. God this is so tempting. I have to cum, now. I gotta jerk off." I said, already stroking my penis. "Stop it, we shouldn't..." Kelly tried to say, but she was starting at my hand stroking my cock. "Come on, do it with me" I begged tugging her to the floor. "God... I'm so horny." She let out. It was the first sexual thing I'd heard her say so far. She lay down next to me on the floor, and began stroking her soft slit. Every time she stopped I could see her juices glistening on her fingers. My thoughts were entirely on her pussy. So warm and wet, so inviting. She was moaning, first very softly than more intense. Kelly had her eyes closed and was arching her back from time to time. "Oh shit, shit shit!" I yelled, "I'm gonna cum! Cum with me Kelly! Cum with me!" "Ahhhh.... OOHHHHHH!" She moaned. I grabbed her hand as we both orgasmed. A stream of cum erupted from my penis, and I came for what seemed like an eternity. Kelly was still moaning, and furiously rubbing at her wet little slit. Finally, the moment died and we both breathed deeply. "Holy shit." she said quietly. I was too dumbfounded to say anything. I looked over at her. Some of my cum had landed on her chest, and her pussy was dripping wet. I realized I looked pretty ravaged too, my hair dripping with sweat, and my cum all over my chest. Softly, quietly, I reached over and touched her. I stroked her hair, and she turned and smiled at me. I moved my hand lower, just above her breast, and stroked her softly. She made sounds of protest, but I quieted her. I circled my hand lower and lower onto my breast, until finally I felt her nipple. I squeezed it and made rings around it with my finger, while all the while she moaned softly. I worked my hand lower, stroking her stomach, rubbing my still warm cum around her body. I started to stroke her hip, working closer and closer to that source of my fantasies, her wet little pussy. When I touched her soft pubic hair, she whimpered a little and pulled my hand away. "No... stop it" She pleaded desperately, but made no more attempts to stop me. I gently felt the wet hairs of her pussy. I first rubbed her slit lightly, and then ran my fingers a little deeper through her. Her lips quivered as my fingers passed over. I massaged her pussy gently, while she made soft little cooing noises and moved her hips. Gently, I pressed two fingers into her slit. Surprisingly loose for a virgin. Must masturbate a lot, I thought to myself. She let out a loud moan. Suddenly she pulled my hand away and told me to stop. "Enough, god. This is going to far," she said firmly. Fuck. Why did she have to be the responsible one. I pleaded, but she was already getting dressed. The rest of the weekend, I unsuccessfully attempted to coax her into getting naked again, but she was afraid that we would both get carried away. I wasn't thinking about that. I wanted to get carried away. Chapter Six My parents came home on Sunday night. They could tell something had changed between us, because we weren't bickering like we used to. I overheard their night time conversation, "See, I told you a week of fending for themselves would make the kids get along better." Heh, they had no idea. In a way, that one masturbation session with my sister had quenched my desire, but in another way, it made it that much stronger. My relationship with my sister had changed entirely. It had gone from hate, to sexual love, and now to true love. It was not love like one would have for their wife, but it was far beyond brother and sister. I now loved her like a sister, and for me, part of that love was sexual desire. One night, it must have been two or three o' clock in the morning, I was lying in bed, unable to sleep. I was about to go downstairs when I noticed Kelly's door was slightly open. I continued on down the hallway, hoping to get a peak at her, lying there peacefully. However, when I reached the door I heard the soft creak of mattress springs, and I saw movement. There was no doubt in my mind she was masturbating. She didn't skip a beat when she saw me at the door. "Come in," she whispered. "I don't care if you watch, just be quiet so mom and dad don't hear." I watched her hips roll and her face contort in cute little wrinkles as she worked herself up, breathed in the sweet aroma of her sex, and cherished the soft moan she let out as she orgasmed. I lay down next to her on the bed. "I can't stop thinking about you." I told her. "Don't do this Pete, please." "No, I have to do this. I can't hold it back anymore. I love you. I love you. I said it. Not like a sister, I truly love you. I love your body, I love your personality, and because you're related to me, it's just that much deeper, we're connected in so many ways, I've known you for so long.." "It's illegal. It's forbidden. It's a taboo that we can't break." "It's natural, we're animals. You're female and I'm male. Instincts speak louder than laws. Nobody will ever know, it'll be our secret love afair. "Let's go," she said. Giving in. We both crept downstairs, Kelly in pajamas and myself in boxers. I didn't know where we were going, but my sexual instincts were speaking for me, and I was willing to do anything to fuck this girl. It was a warm summer night, so even in this half-clothen state we were not cold. She led me down a trail in the woods behind the house. After a few minutes of walking, arm in arm, we arrived at a grassy meadow. The sky was clear, and the stars were bright in the country night. My sister lay down in the grass, tugging me with her. We lay and looked at the stars for a long time, breaking to look into each other's eyes. There was no need for talk. We were like one body, brother and sister. Interlocking halves from the same source. Suddenly, Kelly leaned over and kissed me, a long, deep, sweet kiss. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced. I knew now, truly knew, that we were so much more than brother and sister, if only for this moment.. I rolled over on top of her, and she made no move to resist. We both knew that this was the time. She began to undress, all the while still mumbling about being good, and how we had to stop. I eased her along, while at the same time slipping out of my boxers. She was naked underneath her pajamas, which were soon off. She lay naked in the grass, free, at ease, one with myself and the earth. I got down on my knees and sat there before her, staring at her naked body. She truly was beautiful. I stared at this perfect specimen of the human female, her skin radiating in the dark moonlight. Her long, athletic legs softened gently into the curves of her tight little ass, and in front, that small, fuzz covered bulge glistened with the juices of womanhood. Her stomach was flat, and eased gently into her small, but perfectly shapen breasts, her small pink nipples now standing erect. Her head was tilted to the side, and her eyes were closed in anticipation. To know that every inch of those long, smooth legs, every hair on that trembling pussy, and every other part of this striking body was connected to me welled up feelings I had never known inside of me. I had never done this before, but somehow, with my sister, I knew exactly what to do. I lay down on top of her, kissing her first on the lips, than moving my way down. She moaned gently and guided me to her nipples. I made rings around her nipple with my tongue, alternating from time to time. She pushed my head down further, further towards her pussy. I was praying that I hadn't done something stupid, this being my first time I was reluctant to eat her out, but I was too caught up in the moment to think about it. I did what felt natural, and what I'd seen in the many pornos I'd watched. My tongue worked furiously at the area between her legs. I worked closer and closer to the pussy, tasting her bittersweet sex juices. It was even more than I could have imagined from the smell of her panties. I could feel her pink little lips, dripping wet with her juices, the walls of her vagina throbbing, thirsting for a cock. I thrust my tongue into her warm slit, and her legs grasped my head. I became aware that she was moaning loudly, a deep, sensual moan. I couldn't take it anymore. "Ahhh I gotta fuck you." I half moaned, half yelled. "Wait for it, wait for it" She pleaded, taking short gasps. "Uhhh... Shit..." I moaned. "God... we're not doing this... no... we have to stop," she mumbled, in a futile voice as I ate her out. But we both knew it was too late for that "God, DO IT NOW! FUCK ME, PLEASE!" she suddenly erupted. Finally, I though. I couldn't take it much longer.. I had to fuck her, and I had to fuck her now. I lifted my head and paused for a moment. This was the moment, the moment I had dreamed about for so many weeks, the moment I masturbated about alone so many nights. She lay there, looking so calm for this moment, eyes closed, legs spread, pussy wet and ready. I came back to earth after a few seconds. I clenched my penis and guided it towards the space between her legs. I rubbed her soft pubic hairs with my penis, felt her warm juices on it's head. Gently, I rubbed her slit with it, then thrust, unprotected, deep inside her pussy. I was overcome with ecstasy. She gasped and moaned, and I did my best to avoid moaning like a girl. We fir together like clockwork. Two pieces of the same puzzle. I felt her tight, virgin pussy hugging my cock, throbbing, begging for more. Her juices covered my cock, and dripped out onto my balls. I pulled out, leaving just the head of my penis between her throbbing lips, then thrust back in, even deeper. Kelly was moaning and screaming, and I was grunting like an animal. We rubbed together in even deeper harmony, her soft breasts rubbing against my chest, my cock filling her throbbing pussy perfectly. Everything was building, the pleasure was so great it started to cross over to pain. Our moans grew louder, and synchronized to form some strange melody. Then, in one instant, everything went silent. We came together, coming out of the blackout, moaning and thrashing in wild ecstasy. I did not pull out, but instead thrust deep inside of her. I felt streams of cum flowing out of my abdomen and deep into her willing pussy. Her pussy throbbed violently, and her juices flowed freely, mixing with mine. As the moment slowly wound down, I sunk down on top of her, exhausted. I rolled her over on top of me as I pulled my now softening penis out of her., enjoying this moment of ultimate togetherness. I could feel my cum dripping out of her onto my thigh. Her pussy was filled with my seed, me, her own brother. Usually it takes a few hours before I can have an orgasm again, but this night, I was hard again in moments. I could feel my cock poking at her leg, and she felt it too. She looked down at my newly erect penis, and gave me a little bit of a smile. "My turn." she whispered. She wriggled back and positioned her pussy over my cock, ready for more. I could see a bead of my milky white cum still dripping from her delicate pink lips. She lowered herself gently onto my cock. I felt my cock filling her pussy again, this time dripping with not just her juices, but mine too. She began working it hard, bouncing and rolling, sending her and myself into deep waves of ecstasy. Before I came, she pulled off. "Oh god, don't stop, no, more..." I pleaded, thinking she was done, but she wasn't. She took my cock in her hand, bent down over it and slowly took the entire length of it into her mouth. It took her a while to get the rhythm of it, but soon she sucked it fluidly. "Ah, you taste so good," she gasped coming up for air. I felt an orgasm building up inside of me, and I tried to warn her to stop, but she kept my cock insider her mouth as I erupted in an orgasm nearly as big as the first. Her eyes widened, but she swallowed it all, every last drop, and then proceeded to lick the cum off my dick and my balls. She collapsed next to me, exhausted. I could smell my cum on her breath. "It was my first time." Kelly muttered. "Me too," I said, smiling back, "And I wouldn't want it to be anyone but you." We lay, naked, asleep, covered in each other's juices until the first light of dawn crept out, and made the stars start to disappear. Realizing our parents were still home, we ran back to the house still naked, and crept into the bathroom to take a shower, and share a few last moments of this secret love before we cast off the role of lovers and returned to brother and sister. Conclusion After his night, we both knew it could never happen again. It was one night, one night forgetting the rules of society and ignoring any doubts to share a secret, forbidden love. I'll never know what exactly triggered this intense love affair, but it has made the relationship between me and my sister that much stronger. We're both in different colleges, soon to graduate, and have held steady relationships. We have a normal brother-sister relationship now, and have never had sex again. The so-called experts say that incest ruins families, but I find nothing farther from the truth. My interactions with my sister helped me realize the wonderful person that she is. I've had some intense sexual relationships, and some strong feelings of love, but nothing will ever make me forget those few crazy weeks, and that one amazing night with my very own sister, the other piece of my puzzle. Remember, this is fiction. Hell, I don't even have a sister, and none of these names or physical descriptions are real.. Enjoy it, but don't take it too far, stick with your words and fantasies. End responsibility text.