0 comments/ 138510 views/ 16 favorites The Summer My Life Began By: epiphany65 Here's another long one for those of you who enjoy them. I hope you like it. If I live to be a thousand I'll never forget the summer I turned eighteen. That was when my whole world seemed to open up for me like the petals of a rose. Suddenly all the mysteries that I had thought would never be revealed to me gave up their secrets. Yes, I mean sex. I was dating this girl, Jenny Winchester. She was a nice enough girl. A little uptight I suppose, plus she was too much into power games for my liking. Girls seldom appreciate the awesome power they wield once they reach puberty. If you've got 'em by the balls their hearts and minds will follow. Teenage girls just don't realize that guys their age are like dogs on a leash -- however that leash is wrapped tightly around their constantly hard cocks. Jenny realized this though, and used it to her full advantage; I was her willing victim. Jenny had what were perhaps the biggest breasts in town, and that was what drew me to her. That was what drew every boy for miles around to her. Somehow the Lords of Karma saw fit to pair her and I up. Ain't life funny... "No, Dave, my parents are upstairs." she would coo as my hand slipped under her sweater as we fumbled on the couch late at night. "I have to go check on Kenny." she would announce and leap from my lap when I visited her at the house where she babysat. This cat and mouse game went on for months, but I kept telling myself that my patience and perseverance would eventually pay off -- that I would finally hold the Holy Grail of Sheffield County in my hands: Jenny's breasts. It was a Friday night, July 16th, two days after I turned eighteen. I stopped by The Andersons' house because Jenny told me she was babysitting there and I was hoping for another frustrating evening of couch-tag with her. Frustration, and slinking home to jerk off was better than nothing I had convinced myself. Jenny was wearing a loose t-shirt and shorts that night. Her red hair was in a ponytail. She greeted me at the door and I followed her to the sofa, watching her breasts move like two kittens wrestling under her t-shirt. Forgoing any poise or finesse I immediately turned to her and clamped my hand on her left breast. It was huge and firm. I was afraid I was going to cum in my pants that instant. "Dave...!" she exclaimed in surprise. Her mouth and blue eyes grew wide. I never heard her. My hand was too busy with the prize I had sought for months. I could feel her hard nipple under my fingers and I wanted it in my mouth. Now. Jenny leaned into me and my hand slid under her t-shirt, feeling her through her bra. Her skin felt heavenly as my fingertips brushed over it. At that moment I was willing to give up eternal paradise to experience her willing flesh. I tugged at her t-shirt as she raised her arms. She sat there, wearing just her bra and jeans. Her pale skin screamed to be caressed I told myself. My hands glided up her arms until they encountered the straps of her white bra. I slid them down towards her elbows and watched as she reached behind and unhooked the last remaining barrier between me and my aspiration. As her bra slid to her lap her pendulous breasts fell into plain view, her pink nipples standing up proudly as if to greet me. My head lowered and I wrapped my watery lips around them. Jenny's hand slid through my black hair as I eagerly tugged at them with my lips, my tongue darting over them. Swirling madly. It was two days later that I learned the hard lesson behind the aphorism "Be careful for what you wish for -- you just might get it." I called Jenny to see what her plans for that evening were and her mother answered the phone. "Jenny's gone out, Dave. Can I take a message?" Mrs. Winchester calmly asked. I asked her to tell Jenny that I'd called, and would she please call me back -- then I waited. Minutes turned to hours. Hours to days. I called again, and every time Jenny's mother had some plausible excuse why she was unavailable to come to the phone. Eventually I realized I had won the battle but lost the war. My eagerness and lack of grace had cost me Jenny. It was a hard lesson learned. My moment of bliss had turned to ashes in my hands. For close to the next week I moped in my room. Beating myself up and sulking -- not responding to anyone who tried to comfort me. However fate had not abandoned me, and I was about to be given a chance at redemption in the most unlikely of circumstances. The Summer My Life Began Natalie looked down at her chest and guffawed. "What? Are you tired of looking at them already?" she said with a sly grin. "No," I exclaimed, then realized I had better choose my words more carefully "it's just that, ahh... I thought you'd want to cover up around me." Natalie gave a hearty laugh. "Don't you like them?" "Natalie...!" I admonished, hoping to shame her into covering herself and sparing me any more embarrassment. "I'll take that for a 'yes'." she retorted. It was then that I realized it was futile to try to get the best of my sister when bickering. Frustrated, I slumped back against the couch and averted my eyes. Natalie let out a self-assured laugh and leaned on the back of the couch facing me. She placed her hand on my thigh and my eyes followed it up her arm, past her partially exposed chest to her eyes. Her face had almost a serene look and I was puzzled. "Mom's not home, Dave, so what happens here when she's away is none of her business." she informed me. I nodded, pretending to understand. "Back in Illinois I had a friend, Becky. She said she used to let her brother feel her and stuff. It made me think of you." Natalie stared down at my lap as she spoke. "Huh...?" I grunted, my eyes moving up to her face. Her brown eyes had a funny look. It was almost like she was stoned, although I knew she wasn't. My sister smiled as her fingertips stroked my thigh, inching closer to my erection than I would have liked. "At first I thought it was sort of weird, you know," she began "Becky letting her own brother feel her. Then I thought about the times I'd caught you looking at me years ago -- staring at my boobs -- and I wondered what I would have done if you had've tried to feel them. I'd have let you, Dave. Suddenly it never seemed weird to me for Becky to let her brother feel her. It seemed... natural." The corner of her mouth turned up and she rolled her eyes slightly, as if her gesture was part of her explanation. I stared at my sister in disbelief. She was right about me staring at her chest years previously though, still I was astonished by her admission. It was almost more than I could assimilate. "Wow, Nat..." was all I said as I twisted on the sofa, feeling uncomfortable. "All I'm saying is that when you're around me -- when we're alone, I mean -- don't pretend you don't notice them. Okay?" she told me. My own sister was giving me permission to ogle her; it was almost more than I could have wished for. Almost. "You mean you don't mind?" I asked, making sure I completely understood. Natalie smiled and gave her head an emphatic shake. "What's the harm? Besides, Jason has to be fed every few hours, so you're bound to see my boobs eventually. We may as well forget about false modesty. Just don't let mom find out 'cause she'd freak-out, you know...?" I gave her an understanding nod as I stared at her chest. Natalie's eyes followed mine and she smiled. She raised up on her knees and clutched her breast. With one swift movement she clasped my neck and pulled head down towards it. I suddenly felt a stream of warm milk splash over my nose and mouth as my sister squealed in amusement. I looked up at her in surprise as I ran my tongue over my lips. Her milk was warm and tasted sweet. She was still holding her breast in her hand as she laughed. A drop of milk hung from her thick nipple. I looked up at her in surprise. "How's it taste?" she asked with a smile. "Sweet." I told her, licking my lips. "Want some more?" she asked, offering her nipple to me. I gave her a hesitant look. Of course I wanted more, but wasn't about to admit it. "Here... open up." she said, tugging at the back of my neck. I leaned forward and opened my waiting mouth as Natalie squeezed her full breast. A stream of warm milk shot out and I tried to catch it in my mouth as my sister laughed at my attempts. "I've got more than Jason can drink, so you're welcome to it." she said as she sat back laughing, catching her breath. I stared at her exposed breast, milk dripping down towards her stomach. I had never wanted to stroke my cock more than I did at that moment. Natalie noticed me staring and looked up at my face and smiled. She pulled her shirt open wider, uncovering both breasts. "How do they look?" she asked. "Great!" I told her, seeing no reason to lie at this point. My sister gave me a pleased smile and glanced down at herself then back up to my face. "They're a lot bigger, which I've always wanted. Firmer too... here... feel..." She reached out for my hand and placed it on her left breast. I gently curled my fingers around her breast and squeezed, feeling how heavy it was in my palm. I couldn't fit it in my hand I discovered. Her skin was soft, yet firm, as I gripped her. I held onto her breast and looked up at her face. I saw her wince and she cried out softly. "What?" I asked, pulling my hand away quickly. "Sorry... they're sort of tender right now." she explained. I felt guilty for hurting her and gave her a compunctious look as I lowered my head. "Sorry." I told her. Natalie gave me a reassuring smile. "It's okay. Just be a little more gentle next time." "Next time...?" I thought to myself. I smiled and gave her an understanding nod. She leaned against my chest and hugged me tight. I could feel her breasts sandwiched between us and they felt wonderful. "Are you always this shy around girls?" she asked as she peered up at me. "No, but you're my sister." I lied. I don't know if it was sympathy or contriteness, but Natalie loosened her grip on me and smiled. "Okay." she said. I held her to me while I mulled the situation over, then feeling remorseful I looked down at her laying on me. "Look, Nat," I began "it's not that I don't like all this, but you're my sister, you know?" Natalie looked up at my face and gave a bashful nod. "Mom's bound to find out." I continued. "Is that's all you're afraid of... mom?" she queried. I nodded, and my sister let out a sharp laugh. "Don't worry about mom. She's at work, so she'll never know." Natalie told me. I gave her an understanding nod, although I was still nervous and shy. "Seriously, Dave," she reiterated "don't worry. This is our secret, alright?" I smiled as I nodded, trying my best to believe her, or least hope she was right. "Jason wakes up really early. I have to get to bed." she informed me a few moments later as she sat upright. I was surprised, but admired her for how responsible she'd become. "What time does mom get home?" she inquired. "Sometime before ten o'clock." I informed her. Natalie laughed. "I'm up long before that." I watched as she got up and began walking up the stairs. Abruptly she turned towards me and smiled then dashed upstairs. The Summer My Life Began "Touch it." she whispered, her breath hot on my neck. My fingers glided up her damp lips. They felt full and very wet. I pressed into them as I moved back down towards her ass, trying to fit as much of it as I could in my hands. Natalie gripped me harder, her body quivering slightly. My fingers were getting wet with her juice and moved over her folds more easily. I pressed into her, my finger slipping between her lips as I moved them back up. I felt her hard button on the tip of my middle finger and Natalie let out a faint gasp as I pressed into it. "Yes... right there, Dave. Rub it." Natalie's hard nipples were straining against her top and I continued to rub my finger into her swollen clit. Her facial expressions and soft moans being my only indicator of whether or not I was doing it correctly. She began moving her hips, pushing up towards my hand as I rubbed her faster, pressing harder. Then she abruptly pushed my hand away as she panted. "Wow... sorry... it was just too sensitive." she explained as she smiled at me. I didn't understand, but gave her a smile and nodded anyway. The corners of Natalie's mouth turned up as she looked at me staring at her breasts. Her nipples looked hard and thick and I wanted to feel them. She pulled her top up, her right breast falling free with a slight jiggle. I stared wide-eyed at it, surveying her hard nipple before taking hold of it with my hand. I felt her fingers slide over my neck as she pulled my face towards her breast. "Suck it." she urged me. I wrapped my mouth around her swollen nipple and tugged at it with my lips while she ran her fingers through my hair. Her warm sweet milk gushed into my mouth and I sucked harder. I felt Natalie flinch so I pulled away and looked up at her. "Easy..." she whispered as she stroked my head. I smiled at her and bent down to take her nipple in my mouth again, sucking slower this time. Careful to not pull so hard. She ran her fingers through my hair and stroked my cheek as I continued to suck, drinking her warm milk. After several minutes I smiled up at my sister as I licked my wet lips. Eventually caution and nervousness overcame me and I pulled away. "We better be careful. Mom's upstairs." I reminded her. My sister gave an understanding nod and pulled her top back down to cover herself, then pulled me close once again. "We'll have plenty of time to ourselves after she goes to work." Natalie told me. I wasn't exactly sure what her comment entailed, but it filled me with a mixture on anticipation and nervousness. For the next hour or so I rested against Natalie as she held me. Her body felt wonderful pressing into mine. It was as if time stood still that afternoon, until I realized it was time to wake mom so she could get ready for work. "Time to wake mom up." I said as I slid from my sister's lap. Natalie consulted her watch and nodded in agreement as she smiled. It was easy now for me to discern exactly what her smiles meant. It was if we had our own secret language or code. Mom soon got up and quickly changed into her uniform in preparation for work. As I got myself something to eat for supper I heard Jason crying in the livingroom. My cock jumped to life at the thought of Natalie's bare breast just feet away from me. Mom made herself a sandwich and a cup of tea and then joined Natalie on the couch. I ate in the kitchen, hoping to avoid an uncomfortable situation with my sister, then joined them just before I assumed mom was ready to leave for work. "I'll be back in the morning. You two have a good night." mom said as she pulled her coat on and fumbled through her purse for her car keys. Natalie and I followed her to the door and kissed her good-bye before watching her leave the yard. "Alone at last." Natalie exclaimed as she closed the door behind her then locked it. I smiled at my sister, feeling awkward and nervous as I surveyed the mischievous smile on her face. "I'm going to go change." she announced before dashing upstairs. I turned the television on and sat down on the couch, wondering what Natalie planned on changing into. A few minutes later she returned wearing a man's white cotton shirt. It was partially unbuttoned so the upper half of her chest was exposed and it only half-covered her thighs. She sat down beside me on the couch, leaning on my shoulder. Turning onto her hip she placed a hand on my thigh and kissed my cheek. "Don't be so nervous," she said "mom's gone." It was if she was able to read my mind. I gave her a quick glance and a smile, then diverted my attention back to the television. Soon I felt Natalie's hand snaking up my thigh. My cock stiffened and my body tensed. Moments later her fingers were dancing over my full balls through my pants, cupping them and gently squeezing. Without realizing it I was lifting up off of the couch to meet her hand. It felt as if at any second I could explode in my pants and my breathing became rapid. As if sensing my building desire Natalie decided to back off. She moved her hand up over my stomach and rested her head on my chest as she hugged me. "You get so turned-on. I love it." she said, her lips brushing my cheek as she spoke. The rest of the evening was uneventful -- spent watching television with my sister nestled against me, only speaking to comment on what we were watching. As much as I tried I found it impossible to get the sensation of her luscious body pressed to mine from my thoughts. It was only when she sat up and announced that she and Jason should be getting to bed that I spoke and looked in her direction. "I guess I should go to bed too," I agreed "it's getting late and I should be up before mom comes home." I watched as Natalie hoisted Jason onto her hip and clutched him to her. "Let's go." she said as she held out her hand to me. I took hold of my sister's hand and she lead me upstairs while she held her son. Following one pace behind her I stared at her round ass and wondered to myself if she'd object to me squeezing it. Deciding to err on the side of caution I held her hand tight as she guided me up the stairs. "Night, Nat, have a good sleep." I told her as we reached her bedroom door. "Come in for a minute while I get Jason settled. I'm not sleepy." she told me. I followed Natalie into her bedroom and sat on her bed. I watched as she changed Jason's diaper, then uncovered a breast so he could nurse. I guess by this point this occurrence was commonplace to me because I sat unfazed as my nephew suckled at her nipple. We sat without speaking until Jason had finished. I was puzzled as I later saw Natalie empty the contents of the top drawer of her bureau onto the floor and shroud the inside with a wool blanket. Carefully she reached for her son and placed him inside the drawer and covered him with a small knitted blanket. "I thought he slept with you." I said. "Usually he does," my sister told me "but not tonight. He'll be okay in there. Besides, I can hear him if he cries." "Why isn't he sleeping with you tonight?" I inquired. "Because you are." she said as she stepped towards me and began tugging my t-shirt up. I was dumbfounded. I stepped back and gave my sister a wide-eyed stare in disbelief. "What?" I exclaimed. Natalie laughed somewhat and pulled me towards her, gently stroking my sides. "Stay with me here tonight, Dave. Mom's at work. No one will ever know. I'm tired so I'll be good. Really. I want to do is sleep." "I don't know..." I began. "Please." my sister interjected as she tugged at my hand. I'm not sure if it was compassion, love, or lust that superseded reason, but whatever it was I found myself unable to refuse her request. "Okay." I said as I began getting undressed. "Thanks, Dave." Natalie said as she kissed my cheek. "Turn the light out, will you?" I requested, suddenly feeling self-conscious. While my sister's back was turned to flip the light switch I quickly hauled my pants off and slid into bed, pulling the covers over me. I noticed the amused smile on her face as she walked back towards the bed. Apparently she found some humor in my bashfulness. She unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall to the floor, then pulled the covers back and slipped in beside me. I could feel the warmth of her body and her silky legs rubbing against mine. She rested her head on my chest and laid her arm over my quivering stomach. I instantly felt myself growing hard and hoped her hand wouldn't drift any lower. "Don't worry -- I'll behave. I'm tired." she assured me. Natalie's reassurance was a welcome one, but I couldn't help but laugh aloud. "What? Would you rather I be naughty?" she replied. I turned onto my side and smiled at her. "No," I told her "we should get some sleep." My sister closed her eyes and nodded, then slid closer to be. I could feel her body -- it's curves and soft skin moving over me. My cock twitched and I knew she must have felt it pressing into her, but if she did she pretended not to notice. "Nighty night." she said moments before she fell asleep. I never slept well that night. Natalie's body against mine was a constant torment. I can never remember a time more than then when I have wanted to stroke my hard cock. Obviously that was not an option that night, so I had to do my best to ignore the fact that the sexiest woman I knew, and my own sister, was cuddled up next to me. Sleep finally came and I awoke the next morning some time before Natalie did. I immediately felt her body pressed against me, then my throbbing cock riveted against her ass. I shifted slightly, trying to move away from her as much as I could in the small bed. "Good morning." Natalie rolled over to face me as she squinted and smiled as she grew accustomed to the light. I gave her a warm smile as I looked into her narrowed eyes. "Have a good sleep?" my sister added. I nodded, hoping to avoid contact with her. She must have noticed me shrink away and slid closer to me. "Is my breath really that bad?" she asked as she moved towards me, grinning. I smiled as I felt her arm fall over me and slide up my side. My cock was throbbing so hard at this point that I was sure she could hear it. "Sorry." I muttered. The mattress bounced under us as Natalie moved closer to me. Seconds later I felt the length of her body pressing into me. I could also feel my fully-erect cock poking into her belly. "Are you always this worked-up in the morning?" she teased, nodding down between us. I forced a smile and shrugged. "Or does it only happen when you sleep with your sister?" she added. "Natalie..." was all I was able to say in reply. My sister let out a lewd laugh and tugged at me, pulling me closer, and pressed herself harder against my twitching cock. I was defenseless against her seduction. She began gently moving her hips, grinding herself into my erection, then she let out a soft moan and clamped her eyes shut. I ran my hand down her back. "I bet I could make you cum just by doing this." she boasted as she quickened her motions. I frowned in a mixture of embarrassment and humiliation. She was right and we both knew it. "I should get up and have a shower. Mom will be home before we know it." I told her as I slid away from her. Natalie sat up on the edge of the bed and my eyes ran over her. "Don't jerk-off in the shower. Save it for me." I considered her request for a moment, wondering whether or not I could keep the promise, then nodded. The hot water splashing over me felt good and I focused my thoughts on what I had to do that day rather than my sister. I was eating breakfast in the kitchen when mom got home from work that morning. Natalie was still upstairs. She wanted to shower then feed Jason and bathe him. I could tell that my mother looked especially tired that morning. "Busy night?" I asked. She nodded as she made herself a cup of tea. "There was a car accident, so we were flat-out most of the shift." I nodded in sympathy. "Natalie's getting up, I guess." I told her. "I'm going right to bed," she replied "don't forget to wake me." Soon after I heard the sound of my mother's and Natalie's voices upstairs, then a bedroom door closing. A few moments later Natalie entered the kitchen holding Jason. She was wearing jeans and a pink and white checked blouse. "So, what did you make me for breakfast?" she teased as she put my nephew in his stroller. "Ah, nothing." Natalie turned around and pouted. "What a lousy date you are -- don't even make a girl breakfast after you sleep with her!" I wasn't sure how to react, but her laughter as she sat on my lap and hugged me was reassuring. I ran my hand up her smooth back, noticing no bra strap. "I guess I'll fend for myself then." Natalie and I talked while she made breakfast then ate. Jason soon fell asleep and she pushed him outside on the porch. I followed them and we sat on the hanging bench, not talking at first as we gently swayed and listened to the sound of birds chirping. "Did you behave yourself in the shower?" she eventually asked, smirking. I nodded. "Good," she exclaimed "I'll reward you -- I promise." I knew my sister better than to ask her to elaborate. She loved to keep people in suspense, especially me lately. She slid closer and moved her hand up my thigh until it rested on my crotch. A smile appeared on her face as she felt my cock stiffen. She never moved her hand, instead she left it motionless on me as she leaned her head on my shoulder. The torment was driving me crazy. "My show's coming on, let's go inside." she announced later that afternoon. After Jason was born and Natalie was busy as a stay-at-home mom she had gotten hooked on a few soap operas, and there were still one or two she seldom missed. She and I sat on the couch watching television, with Jason sleeping beside her over the next two hours. When feeding time came for Jason I watched as she opened her blouse for her son, alternating her attention between him and me as he suckled at her breast. "Time to wake mom up." I told my sister some time later, realizing I had let her over-sleep. While mom got up and showered I rejoined Natalie on the couch, sitting what I considered an appropriate distance from her. Mom came down later dressed for work and stood beside Natalie. I could immediately tell from the look on her face that something was upsetting her. "Natalie, you really should be careful about covering-up around your brother." she chided, pointing towards Natalie's partially unbuttoned blouse. I felt myself blush and noticed my sister glance down with a shrug. "It's no big deal, mom," she said "I have to feed Jason every few hours, so I think Dave's used to seeing them by now." Her immodest laughter filled the room. A mixture of anger and exasperation filled our mother's eyes and she looked plenty shocked, which was exactly what my sister had intended. "Natalie!" she hissed. "Natalie, it's not proper for you to be sitting there with your breasts on display around your brother." mom lectured. Unfazed, Natalie smiled. "It's just my boobs, mom. So what if Dave gets a look once in a while? It's no big deal. I bet Uncle Jim saw yours a time or two when you were younger." My mother stood there stunned for a moment at the mention of her brother. She opened her mouth to speak, then quickly shut it. I could tell she was thinking hard. "You're incorrigible!" she eventually spat out before storming into the kitchen. I never dared look at my sister for few seconds, but when I did I was surprised that her smug grin was replaced by a pensive look. "I think I struck a nerve." she whispered. I I gave her a silent nod then turned away. A little while later I noticed Natalie buttoning her blouse. She placed Jason down beside me and slowly made her way into the kitchen. I listened intently. "I'm sorry, mom," she began "I guess it's that I'm so used to living with Keith that I forget there are others around sometimes. But I never really saw the harm in how I was dressed around Dave." "He may be your brother, but he's still male." mom replied, her voice sharp and clipped. A long silence followed until Natalie spoke again. "Can I ask you something?" "What?" mom asked, sounding less mad. "What was that look on your face about when I mentioned Uncle Jim?" "It was a long time ago," mom began "your uncle and I were young, and I guess a little too curious. It's something we pretend never happened because it should have never happened." "You mean, you and..." "Natalie, let's not discuss this!" mom interjected, her voice raised. A tense silence followed. "I love you, mom. All I wanted was to let you know that I got your point about how I should dress around Dave." she told her. "Good... thanks, honey." Mom's voice was softer now. Natalie returned to the couch and flashed me an exaggerated wide-eyed stare of shock as she sat down. I gave her an understanding nod, not daring to speak a word. "Time to go to work, I suppose." mom lamented as she glanced at her watch. Natalie and I looked over at her as she sat next to us watching tv and making conversation. We watched as she put her coat on, then Natalie went over to her as she stood by the door. "Have a good shift." Natalie told her as she gave her a hug. "Thanks, honey," mom replied as she embraced her then kissed her forehead "I'll see you guys in the morning." "Night, mom." I called out as she opened the door. Natalie stood there, watching her drive away before she sat down by me again, directly facing me. "So, what do you think about what mom said in the kitchen?" she blurted out. I felt the corner of my mouth curl and my brow furrowed. "I don't know... it makes me wonder though..." Natalie slid closer, her eyes locked on mine. "It sounds like something happened between her and Uncle Jim." I nodded. "I know, but we shouldn't jump to conclusions." "I guess not," my sister replied as she thought it over "but it really sounds like they might have fooled around. "We'll have to cut it out from now on, you know," I said "I think she's suspicious." "But I don't want to. Do you?" I shook my head. "No. Of course not. But imagine how the shit would hit the fan if she actually caught us. You saw how pissed she was just because your blouse was unbuttoned." I told her. "I guess," she concluded, giving a reluctant nod "after tonight..." "What?" "After tonight, we'll be good. But I want to spend one last night with you." Natalie elaborated. I was as unhappy as she was that our illicit encounters would have to come to an end, but I knew it was for the best -- as long as we were living with our mother anyway -- both out of fear of being caught and respect for her. That evening was much like the others before it. Natalie and I watched mind-numbing sitcoms on tv. She rested against me much of the time while Jason slept. My arm was wrapped around her waist and my hand rested on her stomach. Occasionally she would move and I used that opportunity to let my hand wander some, feeling her. "Time to put Jason to bed. Come on." Natalie said later that evening. I gave her a puzzled look. "Come with me..." she insisted. I turned the television off and locked the door then followed my sister upstairs. She took a drawer from her bureau and emptied it on the floor, then lined it with a small blanket. She placed changed Jason and fed him while I watched then placed him on the blanket in the drawer next to the bed. He was asleep almost instantly and she covered him with the same blanket she had been using since she moved home. "Time for bed." she said, then began getting undressed. I was turning to leave when she grabbed my arm and gave it a tug. She pulled my t-shirt off and tossed it aside, then ran her hands over my chest. The Summer My Life Began "Get undressed." she ordered. Feeling nervous I pulled my jeans off and placed them next to my t-shirt. By now Natalie was completely naked. My cock was making a large tent in my underwear as my eyes moved up and down her curvy body. She pulled me to her by the elastic waistband of my underwear and tugged them down. My cock sprang upwards once it was free and she giggled as she looked down at it. "You've got a nice one!" she remarked. I gave a bashful smile and sat down on the bed, my arms folded on my lap. Natalie knelt beside me and began running her hands over me. Then she slid off the bed and knelt in front of me. I felt almost dizzy with arousal when I felt her warm wet mouth on me. Her lips slid down the length of my cock as she squeezed the base with her hand. She sucked hard, working her mouth up and down. It was probably less than a minute later when I heard myself moan and Natalie stopped moving, holding me deep in her mouth. "Come here." she said, getting up on the bed and lying down. I slid over next to my sister on the bed. Her left knee was bent and her legs were parted. She placed my hand on her right tigh and drew up upwards. I hadnever touched a girl there before -- ever -- and was surprised by how wet my sister was. My movements were clumbsy as I felt her, pressing and rubbing. Soon I felt a finger slip inside and Natalie moaned. "Keep doing that." she urged, her eyes closed as her hips moved. For the next half hour or more I played with my sister -- working my fingers in and out of her and running my hands over her quivering body. Sometimes she would stop me and tell me where to touch her or how. Soon I felt my cock stiffen again. Natalie noticed and let out a delighted laugh. She reached down and troked me, making me completely hard again. "This time you'll last longer." she said. I didn't know what she meant but never asked. Natalie reached for her purse and took out a small square plastic packet and opened it. "Here, put this on." she told me. Natalie could see I was unsure of what to do, so she knelt beside me and slid the condom over my twitching cock then pulled me between her legs. Holding my cock in her hand she guided it towards her wet slit. I gasped and moaned as I felt myself slide in her. She was hot and squeezed my cock as it slid deeper. "Like this..." she breathed, holding my hips and gently thrusting them. That night Natalie and I never got any sleep. We knew it would be our only night together, at least as long as we were living with mom. By the time the sun was peeking over the horizon we were both thoroughly spent, and a little sore, but I felt as though I had lived a lifetime in those hours. "We should get up and have a shower. Mom will be home in a while." Natalie said as she checked the time. "Yeah." I groaned. All I wanted to do was sleep. ~ Epilogue ~ From that point on things changed between me and Natalie. We still had a warm and loving relationship, but it was always chaste and proper. Occasionally she would catch me looking at her and give me a smile, but I realized that things could never return to what they were. I was fine with that though. I knew that if she and I ever tried to recapture what we had that it would sully it and probably taint our relationship. Natalie eventually met a really nice guy, Harry, and they got married. They now have three children, including Jason -- whom Harry legally adoped years ago. Watching Jason at their house one day while my wife and I visited made me realize just how fast time passes. "So your mother tells me you have a girlfriend now, Jason," I teased "soon you'll be getting married I suppose. Natalie turned from the sink where she was washing dishes and gave me a frown. "Don't rush things, Dave! He's only eighteen." she snapped. I laughed. "So who is the girl?" I asked my nephew. "Her name's Melanie," Jason replied "she says you used to date her mom years ago." I thought for a moment and gave Jason a perplexed look. "Who's her mother?" Natlie pulled the plug from the sink and the water drained from it with a loud gurgling sound. She dried her hands off and stood behind Jason grinning, her hand on his shoulder. "Maybe you remember her, Dave," Natalie said, her eyes meeting mine "her mother's Jenny Winchester."