Their parents passed away when Ben was only eight. He was the youngest of four siblings and the only boy. His oldest sister, Jaime, who was 23 at the time, had just graduated from college was the one to raise him and their two sisters. They lived in a conservative small town. As Ben grew older he was constantly reminded that their situation of not having any parents and being raised by his sisters was not common and the other kids would tease him relentlessly. Growing up the only friends he ever really knew were his sisters. As soon as he graduated from High School moved away from home and went off to college. He had just earned his doctorate in history and was just offered a teaching position with a university out west. Deciding to spend the summer at home, his sisters also flew home to throw him a celebration for the occasion.
Due to both school and their own work, he had only seen his oldest sister, Jaime, during holidays and summer breaks but had not his other two sisters, Alice and Rebecca, for some time. When he walked into the house all three of them were standing at the entranceway waiting for him. They all screamed out their welcome homes, congratulations, and happy birthdays amid an array of hugs and smiles between the four.
His oldest sister, Jaime, was 43, and Alice and Rebecca, being identical twins, had just turned 30. Alice worked and lived in Seattle and Rebecca in Tuscan. Jaime wasn't too tall, she stood at only 5'2", her b-cup breasts along with her tight little figure complemented the hours she spent keeping in shape and staying healthy. Her eyes were hazel eyes and her hair was dark brown, almost black, and reached the mid of her back. All of this was set off by her beautiful fair skin, which almost seemed porcelain with how well she took care of herself. Jaime was a bit more reserved than Alice or Rebecca, most likely due to her taking the role of the parental figure after their parents past away.
Alice and Rebecca stood a little taller at 5'5." Their skin was fair, like Jaime's, but held a slighter tint in that they both spent some time at the tanning solon. Their hair was a lighter shade of brown with blue eyes to match. Alice kept her hair short and layered while Rebecca wore it just past her shoulders, their c-cup breasts accentuated by their perfectly natural hourglass figures. Alice and Rebecca, as most twins are, were always very close. They shared everything. There was no secret between them. They were the best of friends and throughout their High School career they were always joined at the hip.
Jaime was always a bit more reserved than Alice and Rebecca. While very excited to see Ben she stayed back letting Alice and Rebecca greet Ben. After the warm greeting, they made their way to the front room. The twins were at either side of Ben, holding his hands and guiding him over to the couch where they also sat at either side of him. Rebecca was leaning against his chest and he briefly glanced down at her where he could see deep into her cleavage due to the tank top that seemed to be a size too small, hugging every curve of her breasts and stomach. Alice sat resting on the arm of the couch; she instinctively laid her feet on his lap as she curled up for comfort. Jaime sat opposite of them in the armchair; she didn't say much at first, only let Alice and Rebecca talk his ears off since it was some time since he'd seen them. Jaime only watched the conversation with a slight smile knowing that their little family was back home again.
After a while of catching up, Rebecca got up suddenly without saying a word. When she came back she was carrying four glasses along with a chilled bottle of champagne.
"What's this?" Ben asked.
"We wanted to celebrate. We're just all so proud of you." She answered with a smile.
"We can't offer much, but we hope you know how much we all love you and how proud we are of you." Jaime added as Rebecca began to pour. Alice offered the toast and they all drank.
The night ran long and just before midnight they all decided to call it a night. Ben thanked them for the day and gave each a hug. Alice and Rebecca each kissed his cheek and made their way upstairs to retire for the evening. Ben was left alone with Jaime and wanted some time with her alone, he had always felt a certain connection with her. She grinned and Ben took her by the hand and led her back to the front room where he sat her on the couch and laid down resting his head on her lap. She began stroking his hair.
"Thanks again for today." Ben said after a while.
"Why the sentiment?" She questioned with a slight giggle that said more about teasing than her curiosity.
"I just missed everyone."
"Oh, come on. You have to be eager to start teaching." She responded.
"I am. I just like being with you three." They sat in silence for a while just enjoying each other's company.
A short while later they decided to call it a night. As he got up off of the couch he grabbed her hand, their fingers intertwined as they went upstairs. As they reached the floor Ben leaned in to give her another hug. As their arms wrapped around each other Jaime kissed his lips. This caught her off guard and she quickly pulled away and went into her bedroom and shut the door.
Quickly shutting the door to her bedroom she locked it. Leaning against the door Jaime placed her hands over her faced in embarrassment. Why did she do that? Why did she kiss her little brother? After all he was more like a son to her; she had raised him since he was eight. She couldn't understand the sudden impulse to kiss him. She cared for him, that was for sure, but more than that, she loved him. She was afraid that by kissing him she would ruin their relationship. She had always enjoyed their quiet moments together, like the one they just enjoyed downstairs. Just being able to hold her little brother in those quiet moments with just the two of them had always held a special place for the both of them.
She pushed off of the door and began to undress. As she began to undo her bra she looked down at her breasts and her mind was suddenly back to the moment just outside of her room. What worried her more was that she enjoyed the taste of her brother's lips.
He had always been tall. He went through an early growth spurt and stood just above 6' tall. His hair was brown and wavy and long enough to lie just past his eyes though he always kept it pushed back. All throughout his teenage years even though he was tall he was always a bit scrawny. It wasn't until he entered college that he actually began to run and go to the gym. She admitted to herself that it wasn't really until today that she noticed how nicely he had filled out. Maybe it was because today he was wearing a t-shirt that showed off his chest and shoulders, or maybe it was because before, he always wore larger shirts and she never noticed his muscles before. Whatever the reason was she admitted to herself that he was a very attractive man.
For a minute, while standing in the middle of her room in nothing but her panties, she thought how it would be for her to pull off his shirt exposing his beautifully sculpted chest and to have him lift her up into his strong arms and kiss her deeply, feeling his mouth on hers and pushing his tongue in her mouth and the taste of this sensation.
She felt herself flutter and her vagina begin to heat up and moisten at the thought. Her hands instinctively grabbed her naked breasts and began squeezing. Suddenly she brought herself back to where she was. She reasoned that these thoughts were only because, since raising her siblings she hadn't really dated and thought about how long it was since she felt what it was like to have a nice hard cock working its way inside her, instead of her own hand. She shook herself back to herself once again and grabbed a t-shirt, put it on, and jumped into bed trying to fight the desire to think about her little brother like that again.
When Ben shut the door to his room he caught himself thinking about Jaime. Which, normally, wasn't too out of the ordinary, except for the thoughts that he began to have. He thought about the kiss and how her lips were so tender and gentle against his. This kiss, which lasted but a second, seemed to engulf his mind. He only pushed the thought away when he began to feel a twinge down in his crotch. Realizing how wrong those thoughts were he quickly got changed and went right to bed.
The next morning Ben woke up early. He quickly got into some shorts, pulled on his sneakers, and made his way downstairs and out the door. Leaning against the front door post he stretched and then began to jog, he started slow and easy at first gradually quickening his pace. After the second mile his mind went back to the night before and how his oldest sister had kissed him straight on his lips. He imagines the taste of her lips. He again jerked himself back to reality. Ben suddenly felt sick as he noticed how excited he was getting at thinking about his sister like this. He quickened his pace even more and forced himself to think about other things. He made it back home and stopped on the front porch letting his breathing decrease down to its normal rhythm. His back was to the door and when he turned to go back inside Alice was leaning inside the door, letting her morning coffee warm her hands, watching him.
"Oh, uh, morning." Ben said, startled to see her standing there. "Sorry, I didn't notice you there."
"Have a good run?" Alice was grinning ever so slightly as she eyed him up and down. When he runs he doesn't usually wear a shirt, his chest was covered in sweat. The sun was just making it's way over the trees and the sweat helped the suns rays to show off all of hours of work he had put in with sculpting his body the way it was now.
"Yeah, not bad." he said pushing past her and running upstairs, skipping every other step, as he raced to his bedroom. Leaving the door open he slipped off his shoes and socks throwing them in the corner and dropped his shorts exposing his buttocks. Walking over to his bed where he had previously placed his towel he wrapped it around his waist. As he turned to leave the room he thought he saw a shadow dart past, though, when he walked into the hallway it was empty. He went to the bathroom and shut the door, unwrapped the towel and placed it on the rack. Opening the shower curtain he turned on the shower leaving the water cold. He thought that if he took a cold shower it would wash away the strange fantasies plaguing his mind. Stepping inside the shower he let the water cascade over him. Grabbing the soap he squeezed some in his hand lathering it up and then proceeded to wash himself. The shower must've worked because the previous thoughts seemed to have gone.
