8 comments/ 69766 views/ 14 favorites Come Together By: singthebodyelectric AN: Hopefully, this is the first chapter of a series. If you're looking for some plotless, hardcore porn, hit Back. This is primarily a romance, albeit with some hot sex. But expect feelings, poetry, and the like to come into it. If you are offended by teacher/student (18+), this is not the story for you. Thanks! * Everything between us lies in the fleeting glances. I see her looking at me from the corner of her eye sometimes, when she doesn't know that I, too, am watching. If I'm honest, I'm not exactly frightened. It makes me tingle, a secret thrill, a covert attraction conducted in exchanges about homework and classic literature. There's a border between an innocent, even if not entirely innocuous, student/teacher relationship (albeit with some tinges of sexual tension) and a taboo expression of lust between a woman verging on thirty and a high school senior. How does one go from Don't Stand So Close to Me to something that is probably illegal? I ponder this as I doodle lazily in my notebook. The hour hand is ticking closer and closer to three, and a sort of stupor has the rest of the class with their heads in their arms on the desk. She's given up on us and is instead telling us the date our essays are due with half-hearted conviction we aren't paying attention. I'm not, but I'm definitely listening. The bell rings. 'Class dismissed,' Ms. Wilson announces. 'And... Miss Evans. I need to talk to you about your essay.' Her last words are lost in the rush as every other student practically starts a riot trying to get out the door. I hear them, though, because I'm attuned to her, and I linger to gather my belongings. The classroom is deserted now, and she walks over to my desk. Her mid-length auburn hair is slightly messy from nervous fiddling, I notice. 'Yes, miss?' I say casually, my arms full of books. My teacher pauses. I wait carefully, forgetting to breathe, imagining all the words I'd wish she'd say. But when she finally speaks, it's only to say, 'You should do up your buttons.' I blush and make a show of buttoning up my crisp white blouse. I did undo the top buttons before English, it's true, and it definitely wasn't for the pimply boys that sit near me. I bite back the temptation to fire back, 'I'm flattered you noticed', and simply answer, 'Yes, miss.' Another miss. 'And the essay?' I can't resist teasing her a bit. And anything's worth it to extend these precious few moments of alone time. She gives me a sharp look from her dark brown eyes and pats me on the shoulder. I shiver at her touch, ever so slightly. 'Don't get smart with me, miss.' I bat my eyelashes and turn towards the door. 'And what would you do to me if I did, miss?' As I saunter out the door into the Friday afternoon sunshine with a slight smile on my face, I hear a faint sigh. -- Monday morning, double English. I'm sitting there at the front of the classroom, blue tartan skirt as short as the uniform regulations allow, stocking-clad legs crossing and uncrossing as Ms. Wilson paces amid a lecture about e.e. cummings. She shoots me a surreptitious but quelling look, but I push my luck and flick my wavy blonde hair back flirtatiously in response. To my great pleasure, she doesn't avert her eyes. In an exasperated, slightly sarcastic voice, she asks of the class, 'Did anyone do their required reading? Let me jog your memories. Lady, I will touch you with my mind.' Ignoring the scattered giggles, I respond back, my voice neutral but my gaze heavy, 'Touch you and touch and touch.' 'Until you give me,' she finishes, 'suddenly a smile, shyly obscene.' More laughter erupts. I disdain to acknowledge it. We are staring at each other openly now, the air between us crackling with fledgling lightning. And slowly, deliberately, my mouth curves into a smile. I know from the look in her eyes that it won't be long until she gives in. -- '...so bored, Emily,' my friend, Ashley, whines from beside me. 'I don't know how you put up with this stuff.' 'I want no world, for, beautiful, you are my world, my true,' I sing back with a smirk as I take notes, acutely aware of the eyes upon me. I look up for a moment and see her across the room, hands moving swiftly in expressive gestures as she speaks. She's wearing dark stockings of her own that extend all the way up to her knee-length grey skirt—professional chic. Her burgeoning breasts, I'd estimate considerably more than a handful, strain at her orderly white blouse. The way I describe her outfit is reserved, but then there's the fact that her buttons are undone some of the way down to extend her creamy throat and some of her cleavage (just a sexy little hint), and her lipstick is a provocative shade of red. I'd call it kissable red. And she's let her glossy auburn hair down, tumbling over her back. 'If you want me, just tell me! Don't recite poetry, for God's sake,' Ashley says, with an exaggerated sigh and a shrug of her shoulders. 'Whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling,' I tease, and Ashley groans. 'Well, Miss Evans, Miss Ryan, I'm pleased to see you two indulging in a bit of impromptu poetry recital,' remarks Ms. Wilson, a dry note to her otherwise pleasant voice. 'Unfortunately, we happen to be studying a different part of Cummings's oeuvre.' 'Sorry, miss,' mutters Ashley meekly, hiding her head in her arms. I, however, overstep the line. 'Now I love you, and you love me, and books are shutter than books can be.' I do pride myself on my ability to recite poetry in clutch moments. However, Ms. Wilson simply turns away, mouthing Lunchtime to me with those oh-so-perfect lips of hers, and continues her discourse on the impact of Cummings's poetry. -- I behave. I turn up to the (deserted) library at lunchtime, where I know she'll be. She's waiting for me, an aggrieved expression on her face as she marks some essays. She doesn't seem to be making much progress, though. 'Sorry about earlier, miss,' I say contritely. 'Do you think you're invincible, Emily?' she sighs. 'You can't carry on doing this.' I keep a straight face. 'Do you really think that nobody has noticed?' I can feel myself teetering on a very vital edge. This is where I make my move. It's the logical fork in the road—either I let this opportunity slide, or I at least bring the elephant in the room to the forefront. 'I would hope that somebody had noticed, miss,' I answer, in measured tones. There is a pause. The tension is so thick I can feel it on my skin. She furrows her brow, hesitant to speak. Then she mutters, 'Like my colleagues?' 'You mean the teachers are noticing... this,' I breathe. And the moment snaps delicately as I lean forward and kiss her softly on the lips. My lips brush hers and she flinches, but I put my hand out on her shoulder, and she doesn't resist further. Her lips crush against mine, and I respond in turn, tasting her lips for the first time. Sweet cherry lips, soft lips that I've longed to kiss. We're alone in the library, and she yields to me there, and I yield to her. We're breathing faster, heavier, as our arms slide around each other. I'm in her warm grasp now, my mouth firmly on hers. We intertwine on a stray bean bag. I fumble at the rest of her buttons, unclasping them with great urgency, as she practically tears at my blouse. All the pent-up tension between us has come loose, and we don't need to speak as we race to strip. The excitement in our breath speaks volumes. Off comes her top, and her breasts are closer to me than ever, the only barrier her lacy white bra. I reach around her and unhook it, letting it fall, as she rips off mine, and our breasts spill out into freedom. Her round, ample breasts sway; they're lush and voluptuous, tipped with flushed-rosy nipples. She cups my more modest ones in her hands, caressing their pert flesh, and I let out a very audible sigh as her fingers stroke my protruding nipples. All too eagerly, I reach for hers, softly squeezing them as I grasp for as much as I can hold. At my touch, she moans into my ear as her mouth finds mine again and our tongues tango, her sensitive nipples hard against my fingers. Ms. Wilson pushes me down into the bean bag, and we kick off our Mary Janes. I stare up into those velvety brown eyes, wanting her to lead the way, waiting to give her my innocence. And she intends to. For all my bluffs, for all my seduction, it's up to her to claim me. We somehow slide our skirts off and lie there, clasped in each other's arms, our bodies hot and almost humming. She presses her upper body against mine, rubbing her breasts up against mine and making me hiss. My teacher eases her hand in between my legs, stroking the outside of my white silk panties with the tips of her fingers. I clutch onto her, my arms wrapped around her waist, and open my legs a little for her. My panties are wet with my juices; I'm drenched with my lust for her. They cling to my aroused, swollen lips, which she rubs. Then she inserts her fingers under the elastic of them and pulls them off. Her own panties come off at the touch of my hand, and we grind against each other, completely naked. We push up against each other, our pussies meeting, and both let out a moan of frustration as we frantically make love. I can feel her melting into me as she bears down, roughly rubbing up against me. There's a tingling sensation as we collide. It races down my spine as I feel the pressure of her on the dampened lips of my vulva. My puffy clit is being ground against too. And I can feel that intense pleasure mounting, practically shaking in her arms now, as we race to the climax we've been craving. All that pent-up frustration comes out in our fierce movements. It suddenly occurs to me that anyone could walk in on us now. The library isn't locked, and even it was, the librarian has the key. But the thought is strained and I can't concentrate on it. I just want this feeling, this crazy feeling all over my body, this beautiful sensation of my teacher and I coming together, and I have to chase it. It's like I'm climbing upwards, and now, now I'm floating, I can feel myself get closer and closer and I'm being strung out, pulled completely taunt, my back is arching, I'm convulsing, it all breaks loose, I'm moaning ohhhh as electricity courses through me. And she's whispering, Emily, Emily, and thrashing a bit, her legs bucking as she pushes up and down and cries out my God-- My breath laboured, I lie there under her. My body is slowly glowing as I cool down. Ms. Wilson's orgasm dwindles, and she sinks into me with a long kiss. After awhile, we break free of each other, and she sits backwards onto her knees. I get to appreciate her beautiful body naked. The shapely, womanly curves of her hips, the perky nipples on her full breasts, her smooth, glistening skin... She, too, is looking down on me. But both of us are afraid to speak and break the beauty of the moment. Lunch is ending soon, so, with a sigh, we hastily pull on our clothing. I look a bit dishevelled, with my top in disarray, my hair flying everywhere like a halo, and my face glowing, but she looks as dignified as ever. I reach for my panties, but with a smirk, she snatches them from my grasp. 'Heyyy,' I whine. Ms. Wilson has a positively devilish look on her face. 'You'll have to earn them back... some other time. I think "Ms. Wilson has something of mine" is a good excuse to visit my office, isn't it?' She giggles. Come Together Sasha looked down at Julia looking up at her, and the sight gave her a thrill of anticipation. Julia looked so beautiful on her knees by candlelight, like she'd been born to assume the position but was only now coming to realize it. Beside her, Valerie knelt on the soft cushions with the grace of one who'd already learned what Julia was just beginning to understand. She stared down at Sasha's ankles; Sasha knew if she lifted Valerie's chin up to meet her gaze, she'd see the glassy stare of someone already halfway entranced. "Are you ready, little one?" Sasha asked. Julia's eyes darted downwards swiftly. "I think so, Sasha," she said shyly. She gasped a little on hearing her own words. "I mean, um, Mistress. Sorry." Sasha reached down to stroke Julia's cheek, and smiled gently at the way Julia leaned into the gesture. "It's alright, pet. I don't expect perfection from you right away. That's what training is for. All I need from you is your desire to submit. The rest will all flow from that. And I know you want to submit to me." Sasha felt Julia shiver under her fingertips. "Yes, Mistress," she said. "Good girl." Sasha saw Valerie quiver just a little at the words. Even though they weren't meant for her, Valerie had been so deeply, blissfully conditioned by now that simply hearing her Mistress say them gave her pleasure. "That's why I chose you, little one. I could see it inside you. I knew you wanted this. I know what you are capable of becoming, what your deepest self truly wants to become. All that my training will do is refine your natural gift for obedience. What is obedience, Valerie?" "Obedience is pleasure," Valerie intoned softly. Sasha heard the delicious tone in Valerie's voice that told her that Valerie was already gone, her mind anticipating hypnotic trance so strongly that it had already lost itself without Sasha even having to say a word. Reciting her mantras only reinforced the deepening trance. Next to Valerie, Julia mouthed the words silently; that had been her first lesson, when she'd first started submitting to Sasha a few weeks ago, and she'd accepted it very well. "Good girl, Valerie," Sasha said, and Valerie visibly shook with pleasure. "Obedience is pleasure. You already knew that, little one, even before you met me. You understand it deep in your heart. All we're doing is teaching you how to obey." Sasha smiled again, this time with a bit of a wicked gleam in her eye. "And this is always my favorite part of training a new pet." Sasha stepped over to the metronome that rested on the table by the wall. "Remember your first time in this room, little one?" Julia's eyes locked onto the metronome, already glazing over slightly as she stared helplessly at it. "Yes, Mistress," she said, her voice softening just a little. "And you remember what the metronome does to you. What it always does to you, little one." Sasha felt her pussy tingle as she watched. Valerie had raised her head to stare as well, now; she'd been submitting to Sasha for years, and the action had become as natural and instinctive to her as breathing. Perhaps even moreso; Valerie could hold her breath with an effort of will, but all her will melted away when Sasha triggered her like this. "It sends me...deeper..." Julia sighed out. Her voice had almost completely softened into the quiet, dreamy tones of a hypnotized pet. "Good girl," Sasha said, starting the metronome ticking. Both Valerie and Julia followed the pendulum, their eyes moving in perfect synchronicity as they stared at its rhythmic, regular sway. Sasha sighed happily; there was always something so fucking sexy about watching one of her pets sink into hypnosis, and seeing two of them go under at the same time made it exponentially hotter. "That's right," Sasha purred, her own voice naturally settling into a hypnotic cadence, "deeper and deeper. Deeper and deeper for me." "Deeper," the two girls echoed, their eyelids starting to flutter as they continued to follow the motion of the metronome. Julia's head bobbed visibly downwards as she spoke. That was an effect of Valerie's presence, Sasha knew; seeing and hearing someone go into trance right next to her helped to reinforce the seeming irresistibility of the induction. Julia saw Valerie go under and wanted to go along; next to her, Valerie saw Julia go under, and wanted the same thing. "And sleep," Sasha said. Both girls' eyes slammed shut. On other days, Sasha could have fun drawing out the pleasure of the induction for long minutes (and as a matter of fact had done so) but today, she had other pleasures she'd been anticipating for far too long. "Good girls," Sasha said as she rejoined them on the cushions in the center of the room. "My good girls, so obedient." She sat down in front of them and stroked both their cheeks at once, reveling in their tiny whimpers of bliss. "And it's always so easy to obey when you're like this. Your minds just don't want to resist." "don't want to resist," Valerie husked out. By the last word, Julia had joined in. "Feels too good to resist," Sasha said. "too good to resist." This time, both girls spoke in mindless unison. "And you know you can open your eyes and stay just this deep for me, don't you, pets?" Sasha asked. She already knew the answer. "yes, mistress," they responded, both opening their eyes immediately. The hazy, unfocused look in their eyes was enough to make Sasha's cunt slick and wet all by itself, but she knew that this was only the beginning. "Very good, pets." Sasha began pulling her clothes off, impatient to get rid of the confining fabric. She liked dressing appropriately to set the mood, but now that was out of the way and she wanted to be naked. And clearly, her pets agreed--even when hypnotized, Sasha heard Valerie give out a happy little sigh on seeing her Mistress' nude form. "Now, little one, do you know what your lesson is today?" "no, mistress," Julia responded. She looked almost sad at not being able to answer Sasha's question, and Sasha stroked her arm gently to reassure her. "Today, little one, I am going to teach your body how to feel my pleasure within yourself. I will train you so that when you give me pleasure, you will feel it in your own body. You will find that this is very easy, and very pleasurable for you to achieve; your body already knows what pleasure feels like. It's just a matter of evoking that memory. Disrobe for me now, pets." Both Valerie and Julia undressed, their hands moving as if they were underwater; Valerie had more practice taking her clothes off for Sasha while hypnotized, but Julia had on a simpler outfit, so they both finished at around the same time. Of course, as far as she was concerned, Sasha was the real winner in all this. "Good girls," she said. "Now, back on your knees, facing each other." The girls turned to stare into each others' eyes, still on their knees. Sasha was tempted to just discard the lesson plan and leave them like that for a few hours, whispering a mantra or two in their ears and letting them echo it back and forth to each other while she jilled off. But no, there'd be plenty of time for that kind of fun once Julia was properly trained. Instead, Sasha said, "Now, I want you both to reach down between your legs. Rest your hand on your cunt for me, pets. Feel how warm and wet you are down there. Feel how aroused you are. Feel how needy your pussy is." Valerie panted softly as she obeyed, her breath coming in short, shuddering gasps as she held her hand perfectly still against her vulva. Julia wasn't quite as well trained; try as she might, she couldn't stop her hand from rocking back and forth ever so slightly against the sensitive flesh. She keened softly, and Sasha could see goose-pimples rising on her skin as her nipples tightened into hard buds. "That's right, good girls. Good girls." Sasha just loved repeating that phrase sometimes, just to see the effect it had on them. It was even more enjoyable right now; Valerie inhaled sharply when she said it, while Julia's low, keening moan became quite unsteady in a way that made Sasha want to reach down and play with her own pussy. So she did. What the hell was the point of being a domme if you couldn't do whatever you felt like? "Now, Valerie, go ahead and begin to let your fingers explore. Feel how good it feels to touch yourself at my command, knowing that it is my will. Feel how slick and wet you are. You may not cum just yet, though. You know you need my permission to cum." Sasha knew that Valerie had already learned this lesson and many more; Sasha could trigger her into orgasm with a whisper in the middle of a crowded room, and nobody but the two of them would ever know it. But Valerie loved having her programming reinforced every bit as much as Sasha loved reinforcing it, and Sasha wanted Julia to see how a properly trained pet obeyed. It would help to cement Julia's own programming, in the same way that seeing Valerie go under had deepened her hypnosis. Sasha joined right in with her, pressing a finger just lightly onto her clit and rubbing it gently. "Now, little one, you may pet yourself for me. Your hand mirrors Valerie's hand, and everything she does, your hand does all by itself. You don't need to think. You don't want to think. You're too hot to think. All you need to do is watch and obey." Julia whimpered in ecstasy as she followed Sasha's command. Her fingers stroked along her labia, slowly and delicately sliding along the slick pussylips in a perfect echo of Valerie's masturbation. Sasha started to mimic Valerie as well; as much as she really just wanted to hump three of her own fingers until she came, she had a purpose in all this beyond just a hot mutual masturbation session, and right now that meant doing whatever Valerie did. "That's right, little one," she cooed out, "see Valerie's fingers moving, and as you do so, feel the pleasure in your own body. You know exactly what that pleasure feels like, as Valerie strokes...and rubs...and pets. You can feel it, and it feels so very good. It feels...mmmmm...so hot, so sexy..." Valerie slipped a finger inside herself, and Sasha lost her train of thought for a second as she did the same. But only for a second. "You can feel that connection, can't you, pet? We are as one, here. All three of us, moving in perfect unison, feeling the same sensations, and it's so perfect. Your body feels every second of our pleasure, doesn't it?" "y-yes, mistress," Julia husked out, her voice shaky as her fingers continued to move. Her eyes drifted back and forth between Valerie and Sasha, no longer entirely certain of which to follow. Valerie was building up nicely, her finger now stroking in and out of her pussy rapidly while her thumb danced on her clit, and Sasha had a pretty good idea of what it was doing to the two of them because she was doing the exact same thing and it was driving her pretty fucking wild right now. "Feel that pleasure, little one, feel it, oh, feels so good, you're so aroused, Valerie's fingers making your body so hot..." Sasha knew that Julia wouldn't catch the phrasing, not consciously, but her subconscious would make the connection between Valerie's motions and the feelings her own fingers were giving her. And right now, Julia's subconscious--her hot, submissive, achingly adorable subconscious--was in charge. "Perfect unison, perfect arousal, perfect pleasure..." Sasha's hips bucked a little, and both of the other two girls followed along, their rapport so strong now and the pleasure so intense that none of them were certain anymore who was leading their dance of bliss. Which was Sasha's cue to clarify things. "Freeze, little one. Body totally frozen now, by my will. Freeze now." No matter how many times Sasha did this, it never stopped being unbelievably fucking sexy. Julia suddenly went completely still, a slight tremble now the only outward sign of the pleasure coursing through her body. Her eyes drank in the sight of Valerie and Sasha's continued explorations in a way that made it absolutely clear that their rapport held perfectly; she'd completely accepted that she would feel every sensation the other two felt, and that continued even when her own fingers stopped moving. "Good girl," Sasha whimpered out, "good girl, good girl, pleasure building, Valerie's fingers making your body so hot now, can't stop, can't think, my fingers making your body...nnnnh...body so aroused and needy and horny and...and..." Valerie shuddered, only her intense conditioning holding her back from a massive orgasm. Sasha wished she had it that easy; it took all her willpower not to just let her body go and cum like crazy. But she wanted to hold off as long as she could, and bring both girls to that endless plateau right on the edge of orgasm. "So hot now, so obedient, feels so good to....ohhh..." Sasha knew she couldn't take much more. "Freeze, pet. Freeze now," she moaned out, and Valerie joined Julia in total immobility. The two of them both trembled now with arousal as Sasha's fingers became the focus of their whole world, and that was almost enough to push her over the edge. But she held out just a little longer, wanting the sight of both girls utterly lost in pleasure, mindless with bliss as their will broke completely under the onslaught of sensation and they gratefully gave themselves to her... And when she saw that look in their eyes that told her that they'd gone that deep, when they were totally lost in pleasure, she gasped out, "Cum, cum now, cum now, cum now," as her fingers plunged into her own pussy and her thumb jammed down on her clit and her cunt clenched around her hand and she came and came and came. And the best part of all, the hottest part of all, was hearing the moans and whimpers from her two deeply hypnotized pets and knowing that they felt every second of it too. Sasha's pleasure deepened Valerie's pleasure and Valerie's pleasure reinforced Julia's pleasure and both of their hypnotic orgasms made Sasha so hot that she came all over again. It felt like an eternity before the orgasms finally ended and she could whimper out, "Good girls. Release." Then she crawled over to them, still shaking as residual endorphins made tiny starbursts inside her head, and held them tightly as they collapsed against her in utter, obedient bliss. And when she had finally recovered, she did it to them all over again... THE END Come Together - Bernice and Russell This is an entirely fictional story of consensual adult incest between siblings. If such a topic upsets you then please go somewhere else. Bernice hadn't seen her brother Russell in years. He had been to boarding school and had then enlisted in the army, but in the two years he had been there witnessed many things that made him decide that a soldier's life was not for him. Bernice was pleased that he had come to such a decision and was eagerly awaiting him home. Bernice lived with her Mum and Dad, despite being 26. She was quite capable of getting her own place but her family lived in a very big house. They all had their own quarters and their parents loved having their daughter around. Bernice's brother was due to arrive home that afternoon. At 5'6, Bernice was beautiful and curvy, a classic hourglass figure with dark hair and eyes and the most dazzling smile. She knew her brother had just turned 22, which seemed really young to her despite the small four year difference. She wasn't quite sure what to expect. Eventually the doorbell rang. Bernice ran to the door, flung it open and stared. "My god" she thought. Russell couldn't take his eyes off of the woman who answered the door. She was the most striking woman he had ever seen. Then the minute she uttered his name he knew that it was his sister. He couldn't believe it! Russell couldn't say anything. The two siblings threw their arms around each other and squeezed each other until they couldn't breathe. At that moment Russell felt like he was finally home. After a few minutes Mum and Dad came to the door. "Russell!" his mother said, giving him a hug. His father then hugged him proudly. "We will all help you get your things" his Dad said cheerfully, glad that his boy was finally back with the family. The family unloaded the car and Russell went upstairs to his old room and began to unpack. He noticed that there was a piece of paper on his bedroom unit so he went over and picked it up, reading curiously: "Welcome Home, Baby Brother! It's been so long and I probably won't have even recognised you. I'm so glad that you are home. If you need anything then just come to my room and holler. Bernice x" He smiled. He certainly wouldn't have recognised her. She was truly astonishing. "My big sister is all grown up" he said to himself, putting her note back on his unit. All through dinner their Mother and Father talked while Bernice sat there listening half-heartedly to the conversation while she ate. Russell just sat there answering and pitching in every now and then but he kept looking directly across the table at his sister. Every time Bernice glanced over at him the two siblings made eye contact. It was slightly unnerving to them both but made them feel proud that the other had grown up to be so attractive. "My brother is so good looking" Bernice mused to herself. Russell was athletic and muscular, very broad and standing at 5'8, had wavy chestnut brown hair and dark eyes and always looked like he was being sincere, but every time that he smiled through dinner she could see a glint in his eye. After dinner Bernice helped Russell sort out the rest of the items in his room. They were extremely busy unpacking and while Bernice was moving some of his notebooks a photograph fluttered onto the floor. Curiously, she picked it up and turned it over. It was a picture of the siblings from the last time they had ever seen each other. Bernice had just been going through that 'awkward phase' when he left home and Russell was still a child. It had really been a long time. It made her smile. "Hey Russell, I guess you did never forget, huh!" She grabbed his waist and began to tickle him. He chuckled, turning round to hold his sister's arms down so that she couldn't tickle him anymore. Bernice looked up at him and he was grinning at her. All of a sudden Bernice felt like they were children again, but there was something new about her brother, something that she couldn't quite pin down. He was so attractive now that he had grown up. He noticed her staring at him and stroked her face tenderly. "Goodnight Sis" he said, kissing her on the cheek. A chill ran down her spine. "It must be cold up here" she thought to herself. She returned downstairs to sit with her parents for a bit in front of the television. They were talking about Russell. "Hasn't he grown! He's so handsome!" her mother gushed. Her father smiled proudly. "What do you think, Bernice?" "Of course he is handsome" she replied, "Very handsome". "Well then, I think we have another winner here, just like our beautiful Bernice!" Her father patted his daughter gently on the back. "I'm going to bed" Bernice eventually announced, yawning. It was Saturday tomorrow and she wanted to get an early start. She retired to her room and fell into a dreamless sleep. The next day Russell awoke he decided to see Bernice. Her room was on the same floor as his so he didn't have to go round the house to try and find her. He knocked and entered to find her sitting on her bed reading a book with a cup of tea in her hand. "Hi Russell" she smiled at him cheerfully. "I thought we could catch up, you know?" Russell asked her questioningly. She smiled again and patted the bed beside her. The siblings sat and talked for hours. Russell couldn't stop watching her as she talked to him. She was so funny and bright like she always had been when they were younger, but now she was different. So intelligent and confident. Russell was pleased that his sister was so strong and self aware. They talked, they laughed, they joked. "I've really missed you" Bernice confessed, looking down at her feet. "I've really missed you too. Hey..." Russell spoke, taking her face in his hands. She looked up at him demurely. "I'm not going anywhere now, I promise" he told her.She looked at him warmly. "Okay, well I'm very pleased to hear that" she replied. Russell left. Bernice woke up in the night. She lay there awhile. She couldn't get back to sleep no matter how hard she tried. She fuzzily remembered what she had done when she was younger and couldn't sleep. Slowly, Bernice got up and walked to her brother's room. She opened the door and saw him sleeping in the dim light. His back was turned, facing the other way. Cautiously, she moved toward the bed. Like she always had done before he left, she lay next to her brother. She got into bed with him and laid her naked body next to his, rubbing up against his back for warmth. Bernice fell into a deep slumber, her arm wrapped gently around his waist. During the night Russell awoke to feel a soft hand on his waist and soft skin pressed up against his back. He opened his eyes fuzzily and switched on his bedside lamp. There she was. His beautiful sister sleeping like an angel. "She looks so peaceful" he thought.He reached out and stroked her cheek ever so softly as not to awaken her. "I love my sister, I would protect her against anything" he thought to himself.He got up to go to the toilet and when he returned she opened her eyes and smiled at him sleepily before going back to sleep. Russell got back into bed quietly, wrapped his arm around his sleeping sister and fell asleep. Russell awoke the next morning, the sun streaming through the small gap in his curtains. He turned round and was treated to a sight which he didn't expect. His sister was in his bed still, asleep, one of her nipples peeking out from under the duvet, her breast partially exposed. He stared at her. He gently took his hand and pulled the sheet over her breast and up to her shoulders. He looked at her pretty face. She was sound asleep. He leant over and gently kissed her forehead before leaving his bed to get dressed and start the day. Later, when his sister got home from work they were the only two people in the house. Russell was sitting watching a film. Once Bernice got changed she sat down with her brother on the sofa. He instinctively put his arm around her. Bernice snuggled up to him, intent on watching what was going on onscreen. Russell still couldn't quite get over how attractive his sister was. He could smell her next to him, she smelled so sweet. It was the scent of home, where he should have been over a week ago until his flight was delayed. He squeezed her shoulder with his hand and she looked up at him, smiling. "You're quite the model boy now aren't you?" She nudged him, enjoying her little private joke. "What do you mean?" Russell asked inquisitively. "Mum and Dad have been raving over you, they reckon you are going to get married in the next few years probably" she said, absently watching the action onscreen. "Well they have another thing coming if that's what they expect" he answered. He wasn't about to be tied down when he didn't even have a job, let alone a girlfriend. Besides, he was 22 and focused on figuring out his next career move. "Ooh, is my brother becoming a bad boy?" she asked teasingly. He shifted in his seat. "No, but I'm not looking" he said abruptly. "Why not?" she asked absently. "The girls would be lining up" "Oh you think they would, do you?" "Why wouldn't they?" she continued. "You're a new hottie about town" Russell gazed at his sister open mouthed. "Oh come on, sis this is ridiculous" "No, really. Mum keeps jabbering on about how handsome you've become and how she's sure you will find a girlfriend soon" she said, bending down to scratch her ankle. "Well if everyone's so hung up on me getting married, how come you're still here? I mean, let's face it sis, you're gorgeous. Any man in his right mind would want you" She stared at him a moment. "Russell, are you trying to tell me something?" "Yes, you're beautiful" he replied seriously. If you weren't my sister.. he thought to himself. "Russell?" Her voice broke into his thoughts. "Sorry. Yes?" "..Thanks" she was smiling."I don't date a lot because I find that most guys just don't ... treat me the way I want them to" she confessed. A look of horror passed her brother's face as he thought of someone pawing at his sister. "I'm going upstairs now, ill see you later" she said, smiling at him. That night Bernice crept into Russell's room again. Thinking he was asleep, she got in, her slip covering her body in silk. But Russell was awake. He turned around, putting the bedside lamp on and looked at her. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to wake you, I just..." "Couldn't sleep?" he replied. She nodded. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her head. Bernice loved feeling the warmth of his skin against her. She hated sleeping alone. Always had done. He pulled away from her a minute and studied her. "..You're so beautiful" he said simply. "You're not too bad yourself, you know" she said, a little smile creeping across her face. "Come here" he said, pulling her close. Bernice revelled in the feeling of closeness to her sibling that she had so long been estranged. Russell stroked her arm, realising how soft her skin felt compared to his, the mystery of womanly softness under his fingertips. He tickled her and she giggled. "You'll wake Mum and Dad!" she said, laughing. They pulled apart, and Bernice realised that her brother was staring at her slip. She looked down and realised that her breast was exposed. "Oh, I'm sorry" she said, moving to pull her slip back over her nipple. "No, it's okay" he said, then stopped and she looked at him strangely. He looked down at her nipple, the beautiful swell of her bosom, the creamy skin he had unveiled. She knew had he not been her brother that she would have had him in her power, but since he wasn't a boyfriend that this wasn't right. She moved her slip back over her breast. "Russell..." she started; he stopped her. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I just..." Russell couldn't find the right words to say in order to rectify the situation. He had loved feeling his sister next to him and touching her. Maybe he had enjoyed it a little too much. "Goodnight Russell" Bernice whispered, kissing him on the cheek before she left the room. The next day was a quiet one for Russell without her presence. When she finally got home she went straight upstairs to have a bath and then came downstairs and they all ate together. They sat and watched a film together with their parents but there was no conversation. Russell wondered what his sister was thinking. Bernice seemed absolutely fine with him. "I'm sure it's just a normal guy thing" Bernice had been telling herself all day."We haven't seen each other in a long time, it's easy to get your wires crossed. I am a woman and he is now a man. I've been feeling rather attracted to him too but that doesn't mean that there's anything wrong with me. He's just a guy, a very attractive guy. A guy that just happens to be my brother. It's not like I'm doing anything wrong" she assured herself. There seemed to be a tension between them that she couldn't quite understand. Russell was wondering if his sister would ever forget the night before. "She's so attractive, my sister is a real beauty" he realised, watching her as she watched the screen, unaware of his penetrating gaze. That night Bernice was in bed with her lamp on, which gave out just enough light to see as she tossed and turned. Insomnia was not new to Bernice. At about half two in the morning she heard her door open, and looked to see her brother standing there. "Can't sleep?" She asked. He nodded, rubbing his eyes. He stood there for a moment. "You can get in if you like" she said casually. He didn't move. Bernice shrugged and turned over, her back facing him, shutting her eyes. After a minute she felt his warm hand on her shoulder so she turned around. "Goodnight" Russell said, stroking her hair. She looked up at him sharply, uncertainly into his eyes. Russell's stared right back into hers. She moved closer to see him clearly in the dim light, moving closer still. He moved his face closer to hers until she felt their lips meet. Her brother has kissing her, a real kiss. As soon as she felt their lips touch she kissed him, a warm, soft kiss. She kissed him as deeply as she could, feeling a fire ignite deep inside of her. She took hold of his shoulders and lifted herself up to press herself against him, leading the way, taking him down with her as he started kissing her back, holding her face. Once they were both lying down their lips broke apart for a moment as they breathlessly stared at each other, surveying the others reaction. Bernice looked down at her slip, a shiny chrome coloured silk, her hardened nipples straining against the thin material. She looked at her brother while removing her slip, the quilt only covering half of her body, her breasts exposed to him. She took his hand and guided it to her breast. Russell almost cried, his sister exposing herself to him. He never imagined their feelings could ever come to this. It was indeed unavoidable. He found it so heartbreakingly emotional yet so wonderfully hot. The siblings lay side by side, and propped up on his elbow, Russell began to touch her, stroking her nipples tenderly, kissing her more. Bernice moved the covers from her midsection and Russell couldn't believe his eyes! He was staring directly at his sister's bush! She was beautiful. Russell had to tell her. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen" he told her. She smiled and he brought her head to his to kiss her hard, pressing his hard cock onto her thigh through his pants. "Ohh!" She gasped as she felt his hard length as she ran her hand over his pants."Brother what are you packing down there?" she asked as she felt his rock hard penis, feeling its length and thickness. "You first" he murmured. He lay on top of her and began to kiss her breasts, squeezing them in his palms. He licked all around her nipples and she seemed to like that, so he took it from there as she let out a soft moan. He brought her nipples to full arousal under the flick of his tongue and began to suck on them as Bernice brought her hand to the back of his head, caressing him as he sucked on her hard nubs. She thrust her hips up at him as he sucked on her nipples, talking to him. "I've wanted you since you came home, I've had this feeling inside..." he ran his hand down to between her legs and gasped as he found her extremely wet already, and decided he wanted to explore her pussy further. He kissed down to her cunt and kissed it. She opened her legs wider. "Lick me, Russell, lick my pussy," she moaned. "It's been so long since anyone else has touched me like that". He looked at her, then trained his eyes on the short, light fur between her legs, her puffy lips visible, her clit peeking out ever so slightly. He moved in between his sister's legs, bending down to plant a kiss on her mound. Bernice shuddered, closing her eyes as she felt the electricity from Russell's touch, like a spark right through her pussy. Russell needed no encouraging. He slowly laid down right between her legs, kissing her mound, Bernice opening up to him, her legs parted wider so that Russell could touch her moist pussy lips, licking over them with his tongue before licking in between them. Bernice moaned, her pussy becoming an inferno of passion. Russell licked all over her pussy before concentrating on her wet slit. He pushed a finger into her wet opening to be met with a gasp, and a sharp groan as he pushed another finger in and began to feel inside her. As he stroked and felt around her smooth walls she began to get wetter. He brought his fingers forward in a 'come hither' motion and found a bumpy spot. "Ohh!" Bernice moaned in enjoyment as Russell found her G –spot, instinctively bringing his mouth down on her clit, licking over her hard nub frantically. Bernice clenched her pussy around his hand as he licked her into ecstasy. Bernice's breathing was irregular and heavy. "Russell, oh Russell I'm going to come" she told him urgently. Russell dove at her clit even harder, licking her with no abandon as she cried out in immense joy as she came, Russell never once straying from her hardened clit, feeling every shudder, every move of her body, every pulse of her cunt, and finally the wetness that coated his fingers. Russell withdrew his fingers from inside her slowly to see the evidence of her orgasm on his fingertips. They were covered in her creamy white fluid. He licked one of his fingers clean, tasting the deliciousness of her cunt. She was sweet and tangy at the same time. He looked up to see her smiling face looking back at him. He smiled, licking the rest of her come off of his fingers and giving her one to taste before slipping them back inside her one by one, gauging a moan of approval from Bernice. She was so wet now he could slip a third finger inside her, feeling her tight walls stretch to accommodate his digit. He fingered her, moving into a kneeling position over her, her cock straining in his briefs. "Can I..?" he asked her questioningly, asking to be let in. "Yes", she murmured in desire. He gently worked his cock inside her, feeling her gasp, gripping him tightly. He began to thrust inside her, his hands underneath her buttocks, driving into her at an angle at which he held her up to him, her body open to him and his affections. She gripped her arms around his waist tightly and he held her so that she wouldn't fall back on the bed. He felt her walls gripping his shaft as he thrust into her which became overwhelming. He began to come, long bursts of his come shooting out of his penis inside her. "Oh yes, that's it". Bernice coaxed as his shaft pushed out the last of his come as he groaned out loud, grinding his hips into her firmly, his seed deep inside her womb. Come Together - Bernice and Russell The siblings woke up beside each other the next day. They stared at each other, remembering the night before. "Oh Russell, what did we do? I enjoyed it but..." Russell silenced his sister. He brushed his lips across her cheek, breathing softly onto her skin. Bernice shuddered, feeling her brother's mouth so close to her. Russell kissed her and she responded, kissing him back tentatively at first. Their kisses gradually become heated and passionate and Russell drew the covers from his sister's body yet again. But she was too quick for him. "Uh Uh, Baby brother" she murmured, pinning him to the bed by his wrists, straddling him."This time I go first" She moved between her brother's legs where his hard cock was already standing upright, ready for her affections. She kissed the tip of his cock and licked it, tasting the essence of their juices from the night before. That turned her on even more. Bernice began to lick all over her brother's cock, running her tongue over its swollen head eliciting a groan from Russell. "Oh Sis," he breathed, watching her mouth engulf his dick all the way down. He entwined his fingers in her hair as she began to suck on him, moving her mouth back and forth along his cock, tasting his precome as it flowed freely. "I...I know this is really wrong", he attempted, "but it makes me so hot to think that you are my sister, we shared the same body, we are from the same womb, we have the same.." he cut off as he could talk no longer and concentrated on his sister sucking him off. Her little mouth felt exquisite on his cock, he wanted to come in her mouth, wanted her to feel his semen dribble down her throat as he came. Her hungry mouth soon received his wish. Russell came hard into his sister's mouth, his hands holding the back of her head as she felt his warm sperm flooding her mouth, her own brother's fluid seeping into her throat. Bernice lifted her head and Russell pulled her close and kissed her. "Share it with me" he mumbled as her lips found his. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and he tasted himself on her lips. He explored her mouth further with his tongue and tasted himself, thinking of how most of his creamy fluid was already in her system, deep inside her elsewhere as well as inside her from last night. It made him feel hot again. Russell slipped his fingers inside her cunt, finding her wet and juicy. He brought his fingers up to slip into her mouth and the siblings shared their juices in each other's mouths. He felt himself getting hard again and Bernice moaned. "I want to fuck you, Bernie. I want to fuck you not just as a woman, but as my sister" he whispered. "Oh Russell, please fuck me, I can't think of anything I want more, I don't feel like it's wrong, I know its forbidden but when you fuck me it feels so good, I want to scream, I wouldn't care if Mum and Dad got back, it wouldn't stop me from fucking you" she trembled, thinking of how her brother would feel inside her wet cunt. "Well good" Russell spoke. "I'm going to fuck you until you scream, and I won't stop. Not until I feel you come around my cock and I flood you with my come. Understand?" She nodded and spread her legs on all fours, offering herself to him. He could see her shiny slit slick with her juices; it made him want to come all over her right then and there. Russell entered her in one thrust, which caused her to cry out, pushing back against him as he felt her insides grip him tightly, her dripping cunt wrapped around his big cock as he thrust into her. "Russell!" She gasped, "Oh, Russell, I love feeling you inside me, I love feeling your big cockhead entering my slit, spreading me open; I'm so wet for you. Can you see it?" Russell watched his cock slide out of her pussy and it was glistening, saturated with her love juices. He watched her as she pushed back at him insistently, demanding he fill her. He held onto her hips as he thrust deeper, hearing her cry out once more. He felt her walls contract around his cock and it sent him over the edge hearing her moan. "Yes! Russell fill me up! Come inside me please!" He groaned as he felt the first spurt of his come shoot inside her, holding her hips as she quaked around his cock. He pulled out, her pussy drenched with his come. Bernice turned round and kissed her brother hard, thinking of all the nights they would have together from now on. "Bernice! Russell! What on earth!" The door opened suddenly and their mother stormed in. Bernice looked up. Her father was staring at her pussy and her brother's retreating cock silently. Their mother was gazing at their predicament, a slightly amused look on her face as well as being shocked, taken aback by what she saw. "...Oh no," she finally spoke."I thought this might happen. When I was your age I was having relations with my brother too!" "What!" Their father spoke. "I don't believe this! Shirley, upstairs, now!" Their parents left in a flurry, leaving the siblings there, still naked and wet, their mouths agape. A minute later they heard music coming from their parents room, the lyrics drifting through the doorway. "Come together...right now....over me" It suddenly made them realise what their parents were doing right above their heads, the lyrics barely masking the noise they were making. "...Fancy another round?" Bernice finally asked him questioningly, pressing her body up against her brother once more, her hardened nipples brushing against his chest. "I thought you would never ask!" Russell grinned.