16 comments/ 188076 views/ 47 favorites We Were Just Teenagers By: DetectiveSpecialist There is an interesting sexual dynamic between a brother and sister when they're close in age, both attractive, and both just discovering their sexuality. I know that it was confusing for me. She was my baby sister and there was no other girl that I was as emotionally close to, but yet she was one of the most beautiful girls in town. She was my sister. I wasn't supposed to be sexually attracted to her. "You have to take care of your sister!" Mom used to lecture to me. Then when we got to high school it was my job to defend her and lend a shoulder to cry on when her boyfriend broke up with her. We double dated. We sat next to each other at the dinner table as the family discussed the day's events. We were brother and sister and yet there were times that I would wake up in the middle of the night with my underwear soaked, having just had a wet dream about her. I felt that something was wrong with me. I felt that I was some sort of a pervert. It was a little help when my friend Jack, in a drunken stupor, confessed to me that when he came home from a bar, he needed to avoid his sister because he was afraid of what he'd do to her when he was drunk and horny. At least I wasn't the only deviant one, and I doubted that I would ever do anything so drastic, but it also didn't make me feel any better about myself. It was still wrong and I was still weird. History and Literature are rife with stories about sisters and brothers. Lord Byron had little contact with his half-sister until he was a young man. Their alleged relationship in adulthood resulted in his self-imposed exile from England. Although Heathcliffe (Wuthering Heights) was adopted, he and Catherine were raised, from an early age, as sister and brother. Their love definitely ruined their lives. I wont try to rationalize my feelings for my sister. It was not romantic; it was lust. I remember summer afternoons at our pool with my sister and her friends. The girls were all in bikinis, and I couldn't help but look at all of them; including my sister. She was just as pretty and sexy as any of them. I also remember hot summer nights swimming in the pool with my sister. I always found nocturnal swimming arousing and swimming with a pretty young girl in a bikini made it even more so. The fact that it was my sister holding onto me in the dark didn't make it any less erotic, only more confusing. One night after she left the pool and went into the house, I took off my suit and swam around nude. There was no lighting in the pool, not that anyone was looking, so my actions were obscured. I found myself so sexually charged that I had to relieve myself right in the water. My fantasies during masturbation were also disturbing. Now there were many girls that I fantasized about, but sometimes I would succumb to fantasizing about my sister. It was somehow more erotic, but I always felt guilty about it later. Sometimes I fantasized about being the girl having sex. Did that make me a homo? Or worse yet, I would fantasize about being my sister and having sex with me. Did that make me a pervert homo? It is the great cosmic joke that nature makes you a sexual adult long before you mature psychologically. It's an even greater joke that sometimes, sexual urges can be stronger than the incest taboo, and thus my story. We Were Just Teenagers Scenario 02 All characters in this story, unless otherwise stated, are over eighteen years old. Thanks to Sexi sub for a great job editing this story. * Every summer my parents would drag my sister and I up for a month to our house on the lake. They were both teachers, so they had their summers off. When we were young, it was a perfect summer vacation, but as we grew older it became less so. By the time we reached high school we noticed that our lake friends were coming less and less. Or they wouldn't come at all. Until finally, my sister and I were the only kids our age on the lake. What was once a paradise for us became a prison. The house had no cable TV, no Internet, and no cell phone service. Even the landline phone didn't have unlimited long distance, so our parents limited its use too. My parents, of course, loved it for those same reasons that we hated it. It was totally isolated and peaceful. My sister and I were in hell. Also, it wasn't for just a week or two, but for the whole month of July. If not for September, and prepping for the fall semester, they would have stayed through August too. A funny thing happened between my sister and I that last summer, we became very close. We used to fight like cats and dogs, but that July we became friends. Maybe it was because we were getting older and more mature, or maybe it was the fact that we only had each other for company. Either way, despite ourselves, a bond grew between us. My sister Trish is a tall beauty with long golden blond hair and green eyes. She had the athletic body of a cheerleader and the smarts of a math club geek. I loved her very much and would do anything for her. That tended to cause some problems for my psyche. It was hard enough to have a beautiful sister back on Long Island where there were thousands of pretty girls. It was sheer torture when she was the only girl my age in a bikini for hundreds of miles. It might have been different if she was short, fat and ugly instead of being the most beautiful girl I knew. It also didn't help that she was entertaining as hell, and a good friend. She haunted my dreams at night. I tried to make the best of it. I told myself that I was some sort of pervert and I needed to control my urges. Then my sister would walk through the house in her gold toned, halter-top bikini and I would get an immediate erection. It wasn't even that revealing of a swimsuit. It was an elegant suit on an elegant girl, and I was an oversexed teenage boy who was in trouble. Now the house on the lake was very rustic. There were only two bedrooms and one bath. The living room pull out couch was my bedroom. Which was fine when I was ten, but as I got older, and developed "needs" it proved to be less adequate. Jerking off, every teenage boys release, was fraught with peril. I had no privacy and very little opportunity. Even at night I had either my parents or my sister walking past me to go to the can. What made things even worse was that one boring summer afternoon I was rummaging through a derelict garage when I found a stack of 1970"s Playboys. The girls sure had a lot of hair back then. Now, to my frustration, I had something else besides my sister's gold bikini to fuel my lust. Things went from bad to worse. My only escape was an old rowboat that my parents owned. It was aluminum with an electric motor, powered by a car battery. My parents bought it years ago so that my dad and I could go fishing, but neither my dad nor I ever took a liking to fishing. So it was used just for pleasure cruises. I would tool out to the middle of the lake or to some solitary alcove that I had found. I would anchor and lay out on some old seat cushions that I had thrown on the bottom of that old boat. It was perfect. I could have my privacy to do what I needed. Well it was perfect until Trish butted in. "Where do you go out on that boat?" She asked one afternoon. "No where," I answered curtly. "Well you must go somewhere. It's a big lake." "I just float around. No where in particular." "Can I go with you next time you go no where in particular?" "No!" "Why not?" "Trish it's the only time I get a chance to get away from everything." "We live in numbing isolation. What could you possible need to get away from?" "Mom and Dad and ..." "Don't say me," she cut me off. "I never bother you about anything." I didn't say anything. How could I tell her that I needed time to be alone and jerk off? Jerk off to thoughts of her in that gold bikini. Now I would have her alone in that bikini, but no relief. "Please Danny! I think that I will die if I have to sit in that shack for one more day." "Okay. Okay. I'll take you out tomorrow." "You won't regret it. I wont bother you at all." Fat chance, I thought. She was going to get me all hot and bothered and I was already regretting it. The next day after breakfast I made a beeline for the dock and the rowboat. I figured I would be half way across the lake before Trish knew I was gone, but as I settled into the boat I saw Trish running down the dock. "Thought you were getting away without me, huh?" I gave her a forlorn look. "Come on Danny. You promised." "Okay," I said as I scratched my head, "Get in." she just smiled that adorable smile of hers and did so. I just shook my head as I sat there watching her smile. "What the hell are you so happy about?" "This will be fun. You'll see," she said with a giggle. "Yeah," I said sarcastically. I tried to make it so very boring. I just motored out to the middle of the lake and anchored. She just sat there grinning. "This is it?" She asked. "I told you that there wasn't much to see." "What's with the cushions?" She asked motioning to the ones that I had lying on the bottom of the boat. "Oh nothing really. Sometimes I just lay out and take a nap." "Really?" she remarked as she made her way onto the cushions. She sprawled out on them like she was Cleopatra, queen of the Nile. "This is really comfortable. You should have told me to wear my suit. I could get some serious rays out here." Even just wearing a t-shirt and shorts, she was killing me. I knew that tomorrow she will be less attired and I would be left to just gripping my throttle. The nest day, since I already lost any chance at privacy, I took her to one of my private spots. She had on a shirt over her bikini, but she soon stripped it off as the heat of the day descended on us. She lay on the cushion at the bottom of the boat and I tried not to look at her body as she stretched out in front of me. "What is this place?" she asked with little interest. "Trish. Nothing much, but I like this place because a couple of hawks have made a nest in one of those trees." She half-heartedly looked over her head at the trees behind her, but she wasn't impressed. She was no the nature lover. She had a splash of freckles across her cheekbones to accentuate her green eyes, and another splash across her chest to accentuate her breasts. . Her hips were perfectly proportional to her flat stomach, and her legs were long and toned. "Don't look," I thought, "she can't torment you if you don't look." With that she stretched out and arched her back. Her breasts, so full and firm were straining against her suit. "Look for the hawks," I told myself, "look for the hawks." She then opened her legs and hung them over the gunwales. I could see the outline of her labia through her suit. She was completely exposing herself to me. She had to know the show she was putting on, but she didn't seem to be aware. She was fidgety. She started to fuss with cups of her bra. "I hate wearing bikinis. I feel like I'm completely naked in one. Girls only wear them to show off their bodies to boys. Well, that and to get a good tan." "There are no boys to show off to around here?" "You're not a boy?" "Are you saying that you're showing off your body to me?" Trish smiled. The fact that I turned the discussion around on her amused her. She didn't answer the question though, which I thought was strange. "Have you talked to Taylor?" Taylor was my girlfriend back on Long Island. "Not since Sunday." Sunday was the only day that our parents would let us make long distance calls. "You miss her don't you?" "Yeah. I'm afraid that she won't wait for me. There are a lot of guys who are hitting on her at home." "She'll wait for you. She's lucky to have you." I gave my sister a quizzical look. "You're a very good looking guy. She drooled over you for a year while she waited for you and Loren to break up." "How do you know?" "Are you kidding? She must have asked me every week if you two were still going out. She waited for that long. She'll wait another couple of weeks." "You really think I'm good looking?" I said with a sly smile. Trish just shook her head and didn't answer at first. I looked away from her. I couldn't stand it. She was so beautiful and sexy. "Yes I think that you are good looking," she conceded. "Your just about the best looking guy in town." "Even better looking than Justin?" Justin was Trish's boyfriend. "Maybe, but in a different way." She smiled at me. There was a minute or two of silence. "What about me?" "What about you?" "This is where you give me a compliment," she insisted. I thought for a second. How effusive should I be? She was very flattering to me. What the hell? "Trish you are probably the most beautiful and sex...." I cut myself short. Shit, I went too far. "What were you going to say?" "Nothing." "Sexy? You think that your sister is sexy." I blushed from her teasing. "I'm sorry. Forget it." She sat up on the cushions and crossed her legs. Her cleavage was starring me right in the face. "No I want to know. When your own brother calls you sexy, that's something." She teased some more. "Forget it." I regretted it already. She wasn't going to stop. "In what way am I sexy? You said that I was beautiful and sexy. That means it's something beside my looks. Do you like my figure?" "Enough." She stretched out in the bottom of the boat. "Do you like my legs?" I gave her no answer. "My ass?" She turned over on her side so that I could see her ass. Still I gave her no answer. "My breasts?" She put her hands on her sides and arched her back so that her tits stuck out. "Which is it? She was teasing me, but did she know what she was doing to me? "Yes." I finally gave her an answer. "So you like my whole body? I don't know if I should be out here with you dressed only in a bikini. I don't know if you can be trusted. Can you?" "Can I what?" "Be trusted." "Is that really a question?" "I just want to know that I'm safe around you. Out here all alone, half naked. It's been a long time since you've had the company of a young lady, and we know how you guys get when you get..." she let the end of the sentence drop off. "What about you?" I countered. "When was the last time you and Justin fooled around?" Trish's demeanor changed. The smile left her face and she became despondent. "I'm sorry," I apologized. "You miss him?" She lay back on the cushions. "More than you can know." "I'm sorry Trish," I repeated. "We were together that last night before we left for this God forsaken place. I didn't realize how much I would miss the physical part." I just sat there with a stunned look on my face. I never imagined my sister having sex. Except with me of course. "Why do you look so stunned?" she said with a look of disgust on her face. "You guys think that you are the only ones with needs." "I never thought about it." I conceded. "Yeah. That's the problem with most guys. They never think about it. You and Taylor are intimate, right?" "Yeah." I was wondering where she was going with this conversation. "Well if she did it only because she loved you, then you wouldn't get it as much. Would you?" "I know Taylor has needs. I take care of her needs." "You just didn't think that your sister had needs." "No. I never thought about your needs. Do you want me to start thinking about your needs?" Trish didn't answer. She just smiled. "Does Justin take care of your needs?" I continued. "OH BOY!" she rolled her eyes. "The way he touches me..." she let her sentence trail off. "Oh God. Maybe we should head in. It's getting a little too hot out here." I started the motor and headed for the house, but the alcove was secluded and far away. It would take us some time to get back, especially with an electric motor. All the way back to the house Trish lay on her stomach and I had an uninterrupted view of the curve of her ass. Two days later was Friday. Friday was the day when my parents would take their weekly trip into town. The town was over ten miles away through some mountain roads. Now I use the term town loosely. It had a Post Office, and gas station, a small grocery store and a coffee shop, but that's about it. There were more buildings of course, like Churches and schools, but they had little interest to a couple of teenagers. When we were young we would look forward to the weekly trip into town, but that novelty wore off long ago. In fact the week before I had begged off and didn't go. My parents and sister were gone for hours, and I had the whole place to myself. I brought out those old Playboy magazines and went to town. My intentions were to do the same this week. It came as some surprise, that when I got to my parent's car to say goodbye that morning, Trish wasn't in the car. "Where's Trish?" I asked. "Oh she's not coming honey. I guess it's just your dad and me today. We're going to have lunch at the coffee shop after we go shopping. It's just like we are on a date," My mom said with some enthusiasm. She really was still a geek. "Oh God," I thought, "There goes my quiet day alone." I walked into the house and lay out on the pullout couch in the living room despondent. But my attitude changed a little when I saw what Trish was wearing. She had on a white string bikini. It was a lot more daring and revealing than her gold number. I remembered this suit; it was the same suit she wore last August, when she was trying to get Justin to ask her out. "That's a different suit?" I asked as she walked by me. "Oh this is an old suit. I don't wear it much because it's uncomfortable." Yeah I thought, I guess it is a little uncomfortable with a permanent wedgie. I remembered how cute it looked when her ass cheeks were always poking out the bottom. Sure enough she walked into the kitchen and those same adorable ass cheeks were saying hello to me. I felt the first swelling of an erection as I lay on the bed. Trish walked back and forth from her room to the kitchen and back again. I could see the outlines of her nipples through her bra, but what really put me over the edge was how flimsy the bathing suit material was and how it just barely covered her pubic mound. The last time she walked into her room she closed the door, but she came out again after a few minutes. This time though she had on a pink midriff sweater instead of the bikini bra. It wasn't just any pink sweater though. Like I said it was midriff and it showed off a lot of her stomach. It had buttons in the front and she had only three of the four buttoned. The best part about the sweater was that it was made of very loose wool and it seemed extremely soft and sexy. It wasn't just a sweater, but a little pink erotic cloud. She was mesmerizing in it. "Nice sweater." I chimed in as she walked by me again. "Thanks." She turned around to face me. As I looked up at her I noticed the soft outline of her cleavage. My eyes traced down her torso and followed the flatness of her stomach to the line of her hipbones, "I love this sweater. It's Angora. It's so comfy and cozy." She continued. "Why is it I never saw you in it before?" "It's the buttons. They have a bad habit of popping open without warning." I noticed the buttons. They were knitted out of the same wool as the sweater, and the buttonholes were knitted too. They were just barely holding the buttons now. "Still it's very..." I searched for the best term. "sensual" was the best I could come up with. "Yes," she mocked me. "It's very sensual." She laughed and walked away. I watched her as she pulled the bathing suit material out of the crack of her ass with both hands. Depressed, I grabbed some of the Playboy magazines that I had secreted under the pullout mattress. I was "reading" them as Trish passed by again. "What you got there?" She asked playfully. "Nothing." "Ooh Playboys. I love Playboy magazines," she said as she plopped down next to me in bed. The feel of her body next to mine was incredible. Her long hair was softly brushing against my cheek and shoulder as she leaned in on me. "Where did you get them?" "I found them in that old abandoned garage in the woods." "Wow, they're old." "1970's," I said as I snuck a glimpse down Trish's sweater. To my surprise she wasn't wearing a bra. "The pictures are beautiful, but they're kind of fuzzy like they are not in focus." "They did a lot of air brushing back then." Now I'm lying in bed with my sister. She hardly had any clothes on, she's brushing up against me, and we are looking at pictures of naked women. "Still, the women are beautiful," Trish continued. I turned the page to the next girl. "She's not so hot. I'm prettier than her. Even Taylor is prettier than her." That comment was to let me know that she thought she was prettier than my girlfriend. She was probably right. "Oh you are, are you?" I teased. '"Most definitely. Let me see." Trish grabbed the magazine out of my hand and sat up with her back to me as she looked at the picture. "I also have a better body." "Trish give it to me," I yelled as I leaned over and grabbed the magazine from her hand. Only she didn't let go of it, and when we came down she was laying on her back with her left arm under her, and I was laying on my side on top of her other arm. The force of hitting the mattress dislodged the two of the remaining three buttons. I was lying next to my sister and she had only one button buttoned on that wonderful sweater. I could see most of her breasts and just the outline of her areolas. With her arm pinned behind her back, it was forcing her to arch her back. The pressure of her breasts against the material was making that last button just barely hold. "Danny!" she cried as our eyes locked. I was filled with lust as I saw her breasts framed in that pink cloud. I knew that that button was about to go, and when it did I would finally get a look at my sister's tits. I also knew that all I had to do to make it give way was to get Trish to arch her back just a little bit more. Trish bit her lip as she saw that look on my face. She knew what was going to happen next. . "Danny, no!" she cried again as I pulled her arm just slightly toward me. With a little bit of pain in her voice she grunted and arched her back. The button strained in its hole, and then popped. That beautiful sweater fell away and her tits were there for me to see. They were perfect with pink areolas and nipples. "My God, they're beautiful," was all I could say, and I let go of Trish's arm. To my surprise she didn't try to cover up. She just pulled her arm loose and lay there. She just lay there biting her lip and looking up at me. I didn't hesitate. My hand cupped the bottom of her breast, while my mouth went instinctively for her nipple. I kissed and nuzzled her breast until I heard my sister moan. It was barely audible at first, but it grew louder and louder with time. It not only got me hotter, but now I knew that it was something she wanted too. We Were Just Teenagers Scenario 02 My hand left my sister's tit and headed south down her stomach and into the bottom of that string bikini. "Dannyyy!" she protested, but she didn't stop me. Then she arched her back again and gasped as my finger entered her. She was already moist. I entered her easily and felt her warm sponginess. She started to push my shorts down and when they got to my knees she grabbed a hold of my cock. It was as hard as a rock and so sensitive to her touch that it jumped when she first touched it. I felt it throb in her hand as she stroked me up and down. I had two fingers in her now and was finger fucking her with great desire. I wanted to fuck her so bad, but I knew that I had to satisfy her first. My finger went instinctively for her clit, and she practically went into convulsions when I first touched her. I looked up at her face. It was angelic with her eyes closed and her lips barely parted while she panted. A look of concentration was on her face as she neared her orgasm. I kissed her neck, her ear, her cheek, and then I lightly kissed her lips. I tasted a hint of lipstick as I withdrew. Looking at her, she couldn't be any more beautiful. She was trembling now, as she got closer. The only hint that she knew that I was there was when she started to quietly moan my name. I could barely hear it at first, but then it grew louder until she pulled me close and I kissed her hard. She sucked on my tongue as she convulsed from her orgasm. I didn't even wait for her to finish when I pulled her bathing suit off. "You're going to fuck me?" she moaned hoarsely. . "Yes," I answered as I flew between her legs. "I want you to," she said as my dick brushed against her labia lips. I rocked my hips and my head pushed into her. "Oh God Trish, I've wanted to do this for so long." "You want me Danny?" She asked, as she looked me full in my eyes. "I always have." I pushed into her all of the way. "You want to fuck your sister?" "I love fucking you." "You feel so good inside of me," she panted as she wrapped her legs around the back of my thighs. "I shouldn't want to fuck my brother this much." It felt so good as my cock rammed into her over and over again. I knew that I wasn't going to last. She must have known it too. "You can come in me. I'm on the pill." She reassured me. I looked at her exquisite body one more time as she rocked up and down from my thrusting. "Kiss me," she commanded, and our lips and our tongues locked, and then I exploded into her. It felt like I lost all consciousness for at least a minute as I came. Spent, I just collapsed on top of her. She still had her legs wrapped around me. It was as if neither one of us wanted to end it. We both lay there trying to catch our breaths, afraid to move, so that I wouldn't fall out. Finally I couldn't stay in her any longer. My flaccid cock fell out and I rolled off of her. She rolled over, half on top of me, and I was glad to still feel her. "You okay?" I finally asked as she slowly stroked my side. "Better than okay." She smiled, and getting up on an elbow she looked me in the eye. "Let me ask you something. You've wanted to do that for some time, huh?" "Yeah. You?" "Only for the last couple of days. Before that I wouldn't have minded kissing you, but I really never thought of being with you until we went out on that boat." "I'm glad you came out on that boat then." "You had kind of a crush on me then?" she blushed. "Still do." "You're cute." "You are absolutely beautiful." "Stop," she blushed some more and looked down. She must have seen my cock getting erect again because she looked back up at me. "You're getting hard again?" "Am I?" I feigned ignorance. "You want to do it again?" "Yes," I said as I nodded. "You really like fucking your sister." She straddled me and grabbed my cock. "I Love it." She slipped me inside of her and sat back on my cock. "I'm starting to love it too," she said as she closed her eyes. The next day as I lay on my back in the bottom of that old boat, a hawk circled high overhead in an almost perfect azure sky. My view was occasionally obstructed by my sister's golden blond hair as she straddled me. He white breasts, illuminated against her bronze body, swayed to and fro as she rocked on top of me. I could feel my cock deep inside of her as she sat back on it. It was funny, for weeks I hated this place and could think of nothing other than going home. Now, as my sister closed her pretty green eyes and quietly moaned my name, I could tell by the expression on her face that she was about to orgasm, and I thought to myself, "My God, I never want to leave here." We Were Just Teenagers Scenario 03 Trish lay half naked in her bed watching a late night show on TV. The little air conditioner in her window strained to keep up with the heat in her bedroom. It was a nice two-bedroom apartment that she shared with her roommate, Eve, but it was created out of an attic in an old Dutch colonial, and had little insulation. So it was cold in the winter, and now hot in the summer. Still Trish was able to get by, with a ceiling fan, another oscillating fan, and a large glass of ice water. That is, if she remained motionless on the sheets. She had become quite used to walking around in just her panties and a sports bra on hot summer nights. Tonight was no different. Life had changed drastically for her in the last half dozen years. Her father walked out on her mother when Trish was still in middle school, leaving her and her older brother alone with an absentee mother. The fact that he had left their mother was understandable. In fact both she and her brother Dan had moved out as soon as they were of age. Such were their mother's shortcomings and dalliances. It was the fact that her father turned his back on them that affected her so profoundly. Because the law mandated it, her father paid for Trish's schooling and rent, but he afforded her little else. She was forced to go to a local college, and abandon her dreams of attending the top-flight university that she was accepted to, but couldn't afford. Her brother, by way of a sports scholarship, was able to attend a great college in the mid-Atlantic, and now worked in Manhattan. She adored her brother. He was handsome, easy to talk to, and very generous. In fact, she didn't know how she would get by without his monthly stipend to her. Trish sat up in bed, and looked at herself in the full-length mirror that was on the back of her door. Genetics had blessed her with a flawless face, along with a tall and slender figure, though she didn't feel that beautiful these days, and she didn't see it in the mirror that night. Two months before, her boyfriend of two years, broke up with her. It was the first real love and heartbreak of her life, and it crippled her emotionally. They had started going out their last year in high school, and now after his sophomore year in college, Jim wanted his freedom. He had found out that being monogamous in college is difficult when there are so many coeds on campus, and your girlfriend is hundreds of miles away. "Is there someone else," was Trish's immediate question as he stood in her kitchen the night of the breakup. "It's not about someone else." His answer was so trite it was ludicrous. It was also a non-denial denial, and she knew it. She had been guilty of the same tactic once herself. "That's bullshit." "Trish I'm just not ready to settle down." It was the first bit of truth he had uttered that night. She immediately broke down, and in an attempt to console her they ended up in bed. Afterwards, he knew it was a mistake, and he felt guilty and trapped. He left long before morning, and made some excuse about his mother waiting up for him. It was bullshit of course, and she knew it. He had never cared in the past if his mother was waiting up for him. It's ironic how, depending on which side of the break up you are on, such things that are menial to one, are monumental to the other. Now, two months later, she was still devastated by the break-up. She had to talk to someone. Eve was off at her family's beach house, and it was after midnight on a Thursday night, so naturally she called her brother Dan. He answered on the third ring. "Hello?" She had awoken him. "Dan I'm so sorry, did I wake you?" "No, I had to get up to answer the phone anyhow." It was a bad joke that Trish was oblivious to. "Good because I really need to talk to someone." "What's wrong? Let me guess; Jim. Have you talked to him?" He had heard it all before. It had gotten to the point that he didn't even have to listen to her. All she needed was a sounding board, just someone to grunt an "ahuh," every time she made a point, points that she had made a thousand times before to anyone who would listen. It was beyond tolerance, but he felt obligated to tolerate her since she was his kid sister who he loved very much. A kid sister who he felt he abandoned with a tramp of a mother while he escaped to college. Some local colleges had offered him equally good packages to play for them, but he, like his father, wanted to be as far away from that house as life would take him. Listening to his kid sister complain about her ex-boyfriend was now his penance. "Hey, what are you doing Saturday?' He interrupted Trish's tirade about how Jimmy was fucking every slut on campus. "Well I'm supposed to work at the restaurant. Why?" "I've got the company box for the Yankee game that night." "Ah shit I've got to work." "Can't you switch?" "I don't know. I'd have to call in some pretty big favors." "So call them in." "Just like that?" "Trish, it's the company's luxury box at Yankee stadium. When will you get an opportunity like this again? Besides it would do you good to get out and get a little drunk." "Yeah," Trish sighed, "that sounds good. But what about you? I'm sure you could find some young hottie to take to the game." "I am taking some young hottie to the game." "You're sweet. Okay, I'll see what I can do," she agreed and then hung up the phone. Trish lay back again on the bed at ease. Thank god for Danny she thought. It was her own self-psychoanalysis that had eased her mind, but she credited it all to her brother, since he had been there to listen. Finally she felt tired enough to sleep. She turned up the sound on the TV and watched as the host introduced his next guest. It was a young and handsome actor that Trish loved. "He is so good looking," she whispered to herself. "Man I wouldn't mind him taking me to the game or at the game." She turned up the sound more so that she could hear the actor's deep voice. He was dressed simply in a button down shirt and jeans. More manly attire you couldn't get, but of course it depended on the man wearing the attire. His collar was open at the collar. Not enough to be crass, but enough to be sexy. Trish moved her hand up to cup her breast as she concentrated on his deep blue eyes in close-up. She played with her breast some more as her other hand moved down to her panties and cupped her pussy over the material. She thought of the actor kissing her, nuzzling her breasts and grinding into her with his crotch. She, cautiously, fingered her clit through the material. Sensuality was actually something new to Trish. Sex wasn't. She had lost her virginity years ago, and she only enjoyed sex, back then, as an expression of affection. Not as an end in itself. Her awareness of sexual pleasure came about a year or so ago. It started, naturally enough, with her having sex dreams. Sometimes they were of Jimmy, but then soon after another figure started to appear. She couldn't see his face at first, she assumed that it was just a personification of all men, and it was with this unknown figure that, in a wet dream, she had her first orgasm. It wasn't too long after that that she started masturbating. She even imagined that ethereal figure when she did so, because just the feeling of him often brought her to climax. He was dark and mysterious and dangerous, if only in her imagination. Her first orgasm with a real person was with, of course, Jimmy, but not in the usual circumstances, at least not for them. They had attended a beach party the summer before, and they both got very drunk. A walk down the beach, and then a swim in the ocean left them naked and exhausted in the sand. Jimmy, after kissing her for a long time, went down on her. This was not his usual routine, and she would only find out later it was because he was too drunk to fuck. His rare attention to her clitoris was a delaying tactic while he prayed for an erection. It was Eve who found them naked and sleeping on the beach. She went to find Trish when everyone else started leaving. She wasn't prepared for where or how she found them. Later the next morning, she talked to Eve, who was a couple of years older than Trish, about the orgasm thing. "Relax Trish; most women's brains aren't 'wired' for orgasm until they reach eighteen or nineteen. I've heard of some women who were in their mid-twenties before they got their first Big O. Some poor bastards never get one. You're normal." "Is that what happened to you?" Trish asked. "No, I've always been able to climax. It's a gift." It wasn't until months later, when Jimmy was back at school that Trish finally realized who the mysterious stranger in her dreams was. She still didn't see his face totally, it was more of an impression she got, and it chilled her to the bone. Afterwards, she was sorry she knew. "Did you ever figure out who the mystery man was?" Eve asked her just recently. "You mean the one in my dreams? No!" Trish snapped back. She couldn't tell Eve who it was. She couldn't even admit it to herself. She could neither accept nor acknowledge the idea, and so she denied it even to herself. Still there were times when she was really horny, and she just couldn't reach orgasm, she thought of her mysterious man, and she would always come. Getting out of work on Saturday night was easier than she thought it would be. A young waiter, who needed the money, and normally had only weekday shifts, quickly agreed to swap Saturday for Tuesday. She called Danny, and they agreed to meet at Penn station, and then take a subway up to the Bronx. Danny was a little bit surprised by her attire when he first spotted her in that oven that they call Penn Station. Trish was a beautiful girl, but always a conservative dresser. She was both intimidated and uncomfortable by her own beauty. Now she walked across the terminal in blue jean short-shorts, a white "muscle shirt" tank top with a lime green bra underneath. Top that off with high-heeled sandals, that accentuated her long legs and she seemed to have the attention of every man and woman in Penn station. Dan had always been aware of how attractive his sister was, but this was his first glimpse of her wanton sexuality. He had seen her in a bikini many times, and yet she had never looked as desirable as she did right at that minute. "You look phenomenal," he gushed embarrassingly as she kissed him hello. "Not too slutty?" "No," he lied as he tried to hide the bulge in his shorts. "It's really hot in here," Trish exclaimed. "Are you hot?" "Yeah, there is supposed to be air conditioning in this place, but I don't know. Anyway, you're dressed for it," he kidded her. "Is this too revealing? I knew it was too revealing. It was all Eve's idea," Trish said self-consciously. "I'm kidding you. If anyone can pull that outfit off, it's you. You look great." He smiled at her sarcastically. She took a second and then gave him a big hug and kiss. She felt just too good in his arms, and she held on too long. "Do you want to get a beer?" He said to break the spell. "Do we have time?" She asked as she realized she was being overly affectionate, and let him go. "Yes, if we get them to go." "Okay." Pointing the way, as he let her go first through the crowd, he shamefully checked out her ass and noticed that her cheeks where just slightly poking out of the sides of those "Daisy Dukes." The rest of the afternoon went the same way. There was a lot of drinking, and Trish was uncomfortably affectionate. As they sat in the luxury box, and he finished his fourth beer of the day, he began to enjoy her attention. Even though Trish was his kid sister, she was far more beautiful than any girl he had ever dated. He took her in as she sat next to him asking about what was going on in the game. He tried not to be spotted as he snuck peeks down her shirt at her cleavage. That lime green bra was just barely holding in her large, freckled breasts. She was captivating. Her long bond wavy hair tickled his cheek, and her breasts pressed against his arm as she leaned in on him to talk. She laughed playfully at his jokes, her green eyes twinkling as she made eye contact, and she would touch his hand or thigh when she talked to him. He had been out with many girls and he knew when he was being flirted with. The fact that it was his kid sister made it even the more erotic and made him feel guilty that he was thinking about her that way. The fact that he didn't know any of the other occupants of the luxury box made it easier. He pretended that she was his date, and Trish played along. Later as the game was coming to an end, Trish went to the ladies room, and Dan went to the open bar in the luxury box. An older gentleman, who Dan recognized as a supervisor from another department in the company, sidled up next to him. "This is your first time to the box isn't it?" He asked Dan. "Yeah," Dan said hesitantly, afraid that he had done something wrong. "How are you two getting home?" "The subway, I guess." "Why don't you let me call you a car service?" "I don't think so. I can't afford that." "Don't be silly. The company pays for it." "Really?" "Of course. The company wants to make sure people get home all right after the game. I've got to call for my party. I'll just order another car." "That's very kind of you." "Not really. With people drinking at the game, it's a liability issue. We all want to have a good time, and the company just wants to be responsible. The business cards are on the table and they meet you out on River Avenue." "Thanks." "Not at all. Besides your girlfriend will think that you're some kind of big-shot." He smiled at Dan as he walked away. "Fancy!" Trish squealed as she slid into the back of the Towne car. "Enjoy it. I'm stuck on the subway with all of those sweaty fans." "You're not coming with me?" "It's easier for me to take the train, than going all the way out to Long Island and back." "Come with me. I don't want to go alone. Besides we can go down to TD's bar for a few, and you can spend the night at my place." Dan looked down her cleavage as she leaned into him from the back seat. She saw where his eyes where, and she didn't attempt to cover up. In fact she took a deep breath, which accentuated her breasts. "Please!" She pleaded. "Okay, okay," he agreed. "Great. I'm going to show you such a good time. You'll see." The double entendre was not lost on either of them. Danny started to give the driver directions as he slid into the back seat, but Trish reminded him that she needed to pick her car up at the railroad station in town, so he just instructed him to go to the Hicksville train station. "It's cold in here," Trish shivered as she slid up next to him in the back seat. He put his arm around her, and he felt a rush as she wrapped her arms around his chest. "You are so nice and warm. If she had been his date this would have been the time that he would have made his move, and as if on key, Trish looked up at him with that look in her eyes that spelled trouble. He felt both turned on and uncomfortable all at the same time. "Driver could you turn down the A/C?" Danny diverted his attention to break the mood. "Sure," came the driver's answer. Trish didn't let go of him the whole ride back to Long Island. He didn't help things out by imaging Trish pulling his cock out of his shorts and giving him a blow job in the back seat. "You'd better drive," she said as they reached her car in the station parking lot. She produced her keys out of her bag, and he felt her hand on his side as he unlocked the car for her and she got in. They drove the short trip to the bar in silence, but Trish shot him a quick smile to him across the car's bench seat from time to time. He parked the car in the lot in front of the bar, and they walked arm in arm across the blacktop to the front door. The place was fairly busy, and Danny saw many faces that he recognized from high school. He ordered a couple of beers as Trish went to the ladies room, but when she got back he noticed a complete change in her. She smiled to him, and she denied that something was wrong, but then after the second round she asked to leave. "Okay," he agreed and left a sizeable tip before they said their goodbyes and headed out to the car. "Will you tell me what's wrong now?" He asked as they got to the quiet of the parking lot. "I'm sorry Dan. I know that you were having a good time, but that place reminded me too much of Jimmy," she said as she put her arm around his waist. "It's no big deal. It's getting late. It's time that we better go home," he said as they parted and got in the car on opposite sides. He didn't get half a mile out of the parking lot when he looked over and noticed that she was crying. On the right was a schoolyard with a large parking lot, and Danny turned the car into it. He parked the car near the back, away from prying eyes, and he turned off the lights and the motor. "I'm so sorry Dan. I wasn't going to think about him tonight. We were just going to go to the game, have a good time and forget about him. I'm so sorry," she said through her tears with her legs tucked underneath her in an almost fetal position. He slid over to her on the seat and put his arm around her like a big brother should. She didn't say anything, and neither did he. He just let her cry it out. What a pervert, he thought to himself as she sobbed. To think, earlier in the night, that he was fantasizing about her sucking his dick. She looked up at him and threw her arms around his neck as she hid her head in his shoulder. He felt guilty, but then she looked up and kissed him right on the lips. "I don't know what I'd do without you? You are always there for me, and I owe you so much," she said and kissed him on the lips again. She then did something unexpected. She started to recline on the car seat, and with her arms around his neck, she took him down with her until they were both recumbent on the seat face to face. There wasn't much room on that bench seat, and they were on top of each other. She could feel his hot breath on her face, as he started to breathe hard with excitement. Her arms were still around his neck. Her body and her lips were so tantalizing close. "You've been so good to me. I would do anything for you," she said as she kissed him lightly on the lips. This is what he had been fantasizing about since they were teenagers, and what he had been having wet dreams about for years. Could this be happening now? He pressed his cock, swollen with lust against her. And then she sat up. He couldn't see her face in the dark, but he knew something was wrong. "Oh my God Dan. You have a hard on!" What! What, he thought bewildered. "Oh my god! You have an erection." Oh fuck he thought embarrassed. How had he misread her so badly? "You want to have sex with me?" She asked it so quietly as if someone might hear. Her question was more enlightenment than an accusation. "Trish," he pleaded. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to do. "Do you?" He felt like a deer in the headlights. "Do you want to have sex with me?" She wasn't being accusatory. It was more like she needed him to clarify it for her. She lay back down next to him. "Yes," he stammered. "How long have you felt this way?" "Always." She closed her eyes for a minute, and then she kissed him lightly on the lips, and then again, and again. Each time harder and longer, until their lips locked and their tongues met in lustful rapture. He pushed his hand up her torso forcing her shirt and bra in front of them until each hand held a breast and each thumb played with a nipple. Their mouths never left each other, but her hands roamed down to his shorts, unzipped them and took his cock out of his boxers. We Were Just Teenagers Scenario 03 Dan didn't need any more coaxing. His right hand went down her stomach, into her shorts, past the waistband of her panties and into his sister's wet pussy. She stopped kissing him long enough to give out a sigh. She let go of his cock, undid the button of her shorts, and in her passion, pushed them and her panties down her long legs. She made short, almost inaudible sighs as he concentrated on her clit. She was fighting for an orgasm, and letting herself go at the same time. He thought about her accusatory questioning, ("You want to have sex with me?") as she herself was loosing consciousness in her sexual frenzy. Who wanted to have sex with whom, he wondered. Still he wasn't complaining. She was letting him do to her what he always dreamed of. He himself was building to a sexual peak. Danny worked his way down her body until he had one tit in his hand, another in his mouth, and a finger inside of her. She had beautiful perky tits, a flat stomach and round hips, but it was her face, his sister's face that excited him most. "Mmm, don't stop," she murmured as he shifted his fingers inside of her. "You like that?" "I love it," she said breathlessly. He moved back up her body as he renewed his attention to her clit. He kissed her on the mouth and she hungrily sucked his tongue into hers. She was getting real close. He could feel it more than hear it. Her nipples were getting hard, her breaths were rapid and shallow, and he could feel her skin temperature rise. Mostly he could feel her sucking on his tongue so intensely that it began to hurt. She mercifully released her grip as she softly uttered his name, and he could feel her almost convulsing in his arms. He continued to touch her until he sensed it was over. Patricia woke from that almost dreamlike stage of a great orgasm. She had her brother's cock in her hand, but she had stopped jerking him off during her ecstasy. She quickly renewed stroking him. She loved her brother, and she wanted to give him what he had just given her. In the dark she could see him roll his head back, and close his eyes, as he pushed his shorts and boxers down his legs. "That feels good?" "Uh-huh," he could barely utter. Danny could feel his sister so close to him half naked as she jerked him off. It felt wonderful, but he wanted more than a hand job. He wanted to see his sister take his cock in her pretty mouth. "Faster," he commanded, and she quickened her pace. Hand jobs and blowjobs, although she loved doing it for him, was not her preference, but the alternative was unthinkable. She leaned into him and kissed him on the lips. He passionately met her tongue with rolling kisses. It was amazing, she thought, how easy it was to kiss her brother like this. It was also amazing how much she liked it. The kissing, fondling and her stroking his cock were building him closer and closer. She didn't want to stop kissing him, but she knew it was time, so she slid down his body, and as Danny urgently pushed her head down with his hand, she took his cock into her mouth. She bobbed up and down on it trying to keep pace with his hand that was forcing her down lower and lower on his engorged member. Normally she hated when guys did this, but she excused her brother's urgency. She remembered the disappointment she felt when he had only hesitated for a moment while fingering her. She would have done anything then, said anything for him to continue. "Uhhh Trish," was all he cried out as she felt the first hot blast of cum in her mouth. She smiled with contentment as she continued to bob on her brother's cock, and now swallow its semen. Finished, she cozied up next to him, kissing him on the neck. He wrapped a big arm around her and pulled her tight. They didn't say anything for a while, but as Danny started to fall asleep, Trish rousted him saying that they better get going back to her place. They could sleep there. All the way back to Trish's place Danny was unsure of the situation. Was it a mistake? Where would he sleep? Was she regretting what happened? But then he looked over at her and in the light of the streetlights she smiled at him. It was okay, but when they pulled up in front of Trish's place they saw a familiar car. "Isn't that Eve's boyfriend's car?" Dan asked. "Ah Shit," Trish cursed. "She said that they were staying at the beach house." When they got upstairs to the apartment, sure enough, Eve's door was closed. A telltale sign that she and her boyfriend were there. "I guess you're sleeping on the couch." Trish seemed disappointed. "I'll get you a pillow and sheets." Dan took it all in stride. He had no idea where he was going to sleep. He slept restlessly all that night. He still wasn't sure about what had happened, and when he saw Eve and her boyfriend sneak out early the next day, he thought about sneaking out too. If he stayed, the morning promised only awkward conversation and remorse. With that he saw Trish emerge from her room and headed for him on the couch. She looked beautiful padding along in her bare feet dressed only in a large t-shirt. "Good you're up," she said as she noticed him watching her. "Come on," she ordered as she held out her hand to him. Danny took his sister's hand and she escorted him into her bedroom. It was as if a man, long suffering the torment of stormy weather, gazed up to see the skies suddenly clear. He felt a sexual frisson as she held his hand, and ushered him to her bed. It was not unlike, when he was first away at college, and a young colt of a girl invited him up to her room in the middle of the afternoon. She slid into bed and he cautiously followed. She turned her back to him and pulled him close so that they were spooning. He couldn't help it, but his cock was soon hard against the crack of her ass. He waited for what seemed to be an eternity, but then he spoke up. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, why?" "About last night." "Yeah, you?" He was feeling like he took advantage of a vulnerable woman, a woman who just happened to be his sister. He got up on an elbow and rested his head in his hand. "Yeah, I mean if you're okay with it." She turned over on her back and looked up at him. "What do you mean?" "I just feel that I took advantage of you." She smiled at him. "Danny didn't you wonder why I was dressed so provocatively yesterday? I mean, have you ever known me to dress that slutty?" "Didn't you say Eve talked you into it?" "Eve wasn't here yesterday. She was at the beach house. I purposely went out and bought those shorts for you. The tank top and bra I already had." Danny just lay there looking at her. "I didn't know we were going to...you know, but I was flirting with you." She lifted her arms above her head, grabbing the headboard, and smiled at him deviously. He rolled over on top of her and slid between her legs. She giggled as he drove his hard cock into her and then he bent down and kissed her. She wrapped her arm around his neck and tongued him deeply, enjoying the pressure of his cock where it should not be. She had mixed emotions. She wanted it to continue, but was afraid of how it would end. She knew what he wanted, and although she wanted it too, it was scary. He got up on his hands, and she instinctively pulled her t-shirt up and over her head. Danny watched intently as first her panties came into view and then her tits. She had on black string panties, and her breasts were big and pronounced as they lay on her chest. Her areolas were pink and her nipples were just beginning to elongate with excitement. "You are so beautiful." "Yeah right," she said incredulous. "Trish you don't know how troubling it is, that the most beautiful and alluring woman in your life, is also your sister." She blushed. "I thought I needed therapy." She smiled a crooked smile at him. She didn't know what to say so she just pulled him down to her and kissed him hard on the mouth. His tongue was fast in her mouth and they were in full embrace; his cock, which had come free from his boxers, was pushing hard on her pussy. His thrusting was pushing the nylon panties up and in her. "I want you," Danny said breathlessly. "Danny no," she pleaded. "I don't care what happens. I have to fuck you." "Danny we can't." Trish thought that if she kept her panties on, even though his cock was already an inch inside of her, that she could control him; that they weren't having sex. Danny got back up on his hands, and let up the pressure on the crotch of her panties. "Trish, pull your panties aside." "Danny please, don't ask me to." "Trish, pull your panties aside," he whispered. "Danny No." "Trish, pull your panties aside," he demanded. Trish looked down at his cock resting on her panties and slowly, with her right hand, pulled them aside. He didn't wait but a second, and pushed into her. She let out a gasp, and he let out a grunt, as his cock entered her. She watched the look on her brother's face as he closed his eyes. "Oh God Trish I love fucking you." "Don't come without me." "You'd better take top then," he said intently, and flipped onto his back. Trish took the opportunity to rip off her panties, and then straddled him as she guided him in wantonly. She looked down at her brother, he as besotted with passion as she, and lamented how her mystery man, the only man of consequence in her life who had never abandoned her, was at long last in her bed, making love to her.