Important note: this is the final chapter of a story that was posted 10 years ago on my old account. If you want to read the first chapter (not necessary but completely worth it!) then look for the story from Mr.Illusion (with a period).
After waking up in the middle of the night to clean myself up (you know: cold, sticky and congealed cum all over your belly isn't the best thing in the world), I went back to sleep and woke up very late. Before realizing that Cally probably needed my help early morning with Stephen, I tried to remember what happened yesterday... And I still couldn't believe it. Regardless of the why and of the excuse it provided, I still had sucked on my sweet sister's breasts. Damn!
After all those years of looking at Cally taking her shower through the old key-hole, staring at her from my bedroom window as she sunbathed and swam in the pool, even spying on her on a few of her dates, while her boyfriends fondled her in front of a movie... Damn again! I had had my fair share of girlfriends and had not been a virgin at the time, but I would have given a lot to be able to touch those breasts, her ass, slip my hands down her pants and cup my fingers around her pussy...
Well, the biggest of my fantasies came true yesterday. And this hadn't been any accidental contact, like the few I organized to have while we were growing up. No, this had been distinctly sexual. Up until yesterday, I had never had any sexual contacts with my sister. Well, almost never.
The only time one of these many dreams came somewhat true was at a Halloween party. It was at one of her friends' house, two years ago. I was between girlfriends at that time and Cally still hadn't met The Jerk. Her friend, Jenny, had invited me along with Cally. After Jenny left, when my sister asked me if I was going to come, I told her no. So she was not expecting to see me there.
I picked my costume carefully: the phantom of the opera. I chose a big mask, shaved myself clean for the first time in months and even colored the skin around my eyes black so that I'd be even harder to recognize. The long cape would allow, I hoped, for a bit of that thrilling exhibitionist privacy. I looked at my self in the mirror, satisfied that no one would recognize me, and even undertook to change my posture and gait.
It worked. Worked perfectly in fact. I arrived quite late at the party to make sure everybody would be drunk, including my sister. I wasn't supposed to know what her costume was, but two days before the party I had searched through her drawers until I found it: she was going to be catwoman. And a sexy one too. So here I was, around midnight at Jenny's house, looking for catwoman. I found her on the dance floor with a bottle of beer in her hand. It was really dark, the dozen or so candles were the only light sources. Perfect. Just perfect.
I slowly made my way through the crowd and began dancing in front of her. She grinned at me, oblivious to the fact that she had started dancing with her brother. We began touching each other only minutes afterwards, and soon, the slower music perfectly timely, dancing in each other's arms. I had no idea that my sister was so easy when drunk, by I didn't care. Soon her beer disappeared and her arms were under my cape, caressing my back and ass. Feeling confident I lowered both my hands down to her ass and squeezed it.
And for the first time I had something of a sexual contact with my sister. She was barely 19 and I was 22 at the time, so we were not exactly innocent, but I didn't care. And if she ever found out that I was, ...well *I*, I could reply that I hadn't known that she had been *she*. But at that moment those dangerous thoughts were pushed away to let the feelings wash all over me. Her firm and generous ass was dancing in my hands, and I could feel Cally either pushing it outwards against those hands or driving her lower belly against my cock.
Which was, obviously, hardening quite fast. Her head was on my chest and shoulder, and when she felt my hard cock she purred against my neck. Encouraged I slipped my right hand lower and between her cheeks until I firmly cupped her crack. Then her pussy. I could feel her soft flesh under my fingers, and guessed that she hadn't worn any panties. But it was her breasts I really wanted to feel. So while keeping my right hand around her firm ass I slipped the left one up her thigh and side and directly onto her breast.
I moaned loudly and thanked the loud music. Then I heard Cally whispering: "Oh yes..." and I grinned widely. Ignoring all decency and incestuous warnings, I moved my hand back down and under her shirt, finally feeling the flimsy bra she had underneath. I was a very fine little thing: a metal outline under the breast and then nothing but insubstantial stuff that was probably transparent. I had seen such bras in the past and I had loved each and every one of them. And right now this one allowed me to feel Cally's breast as much as I wanted. And it was great! My head was spinning too much for me to remember every detail of this first encounter, but I remember that I spent the next few weeks masturbating to those images and feelings...
The sound of Stephen crying in the kitchen broke me out of my memories. Not only had I touched them again: I had sucked on them like a milk-deprived junkie! I dressed in a simple tee-shirt and boxers and walked in the kitchen to see if she needed help. Oh my God. Big mistake. Cally was bent over the kitchen sink, giving Stephen his first bath of the day. She had on her usual tank-top, which would most likely fail to hide the fact that she had gone bra-less again. All right: that was expected. What was not expected was that below that top, she was wearing nothing more than a white thong.
Now I'm a breast man, and Cally has everything a breast-man could want. But still: all those years playing volley and basketball had done wonders for her legs and ass. Barefoot with tight calves, lean thighs and a round pair of firm cheeks crowing it all. I must have groaned, or moaned, because Cally turned around quickly. She began laughing nervously. "Oh, hadn't heard you... Sorry about... er..." She looked down at her legs and kept her ass against the counter. "I didn't think you'd wake up while I bathed him... Here, can you take care of him while I go and put something on?"
I think I replied something like "sure". All I know is that she ran out of the kitchen and disappeared. Why was she so tense about this? Sure a thong is a bit inappropriate, but that much? For God's sake: I had sucked on her breasts less than 24 hours ago! Or maybe that was why she was all shy and nervous? Maybe she regretted it? She seemed quite relaxed and cool yesterday, but maybe she had some time to think about it and now... Hmm, not clear. Well, at least one thing was clear, I grinned to myself as I washed Stephen: she wasn't wearing a bra.
And she wasn't wearing one when she came back either. Soft flannel pants, but definitely no bra. Although my quick erection hadn't completely gone away when she came back, the sudden ambiguity about yesterday managed to quiet it sufficiently. But had she seen it? Was her very brief flick of her eyes towards my crotch been enough? Mystery.
After putting Stephen in his park, we sat together and ate breakfast.
"I'm sorry again, Johan. I shouldn't have—"
"Don't worry about it Cally," I said, cutting her off, "don't even think about it anymore. In fact," I continued, testing the waters, "I should be the one apologizing... I mean: gawking at my sister like that!"
She seemed surprise by the turn of events, but took it in stride: "Indeed! How long has it been since you broke up with Caitlin now? Five months?"
"More like seven." I said glumly.
"And no other girlfriend since?"
"Nah, nothing serious. Heck: nothing funny either!" She laughed nervously.
"Well, I can understand why you would... er... when you saw me this morning with..."
We both laughed, neither of us quite sure how to keep this discussion going. An offer of milk was a gentle way of stopping it before it became too awkward. Then again a quick "oh ooooh" moment when we both remembered what we had done yesterday morning...
I spent much of the morning cleaning out the basement, which had been "The Jerk" space before he moved out. Cally had always wanted a little studio space to paint, and all I had to do was clean out some of the trash and piles of useless junk. Cally came down a few times to see how things were going and to make sure I wasn't getting fed up with this boring work. All of the earlier awkwardness had vanished, and although the work *was* boring, it felt great to be able to help her out like this.
Last thing I had to move was a large pile of boxes. They were filled with old paperwork, of course. Nothing lighter than a sheet of paper; nothing heavier than a box full of them. But Cally had been adamant: it was her old stuff from school, and she was still sentimental about it. Just how sentimental, you ask? 32 boxes' worth. From first grade to her last college exam. To her credit, Cally had looked slightly embarrassed when she asked me to move them from the basement to the cellar. But why should I complain: I was here to help her after all.
The day was very warm and I was sweaty all over when I finished pushing the last box up against the far attic wall. When I got back down, Cally was mercifully waiting for me with a cold glass of beer. And, of course, her two wonderful breasts veiled by nothing more than a thin tank top. Sitting in the living room, with Stephen asleep in her room, we talked about our college days while I cooled down. Turns out I was not the only one cooling down: Cally was in a session of power yoga: the dvd was still paused on the tv. Her face was just a touch redder than usual and I could see some of her fine hair matted down on her nape.
What I could very clearly see, though, was her nipples growing. And growing. And growing. At first she didn't really notice them. But when she reached for her glass of water, she saw her two very prominent peaks. She flushed again, and even though she didn't make to stand up and leave, she was clearly embarrassed. Sighing, I said.
"Cally... Please don't worry about it... For God's sake: I sucked on your breasts yesterday night!"
There was a short silence, but thankfully she broke it by laughing out loud.
"Oh I'm sorry Johann. I know I shouldn't... It's just so weird, and my nipple are just so fucking big!"
We laughed together.
"Yes they are Cal, and they're gorgeous!" She smiled coyly. "Oh come on Cally: you must have known that it was a fantasy come true for me yesterday?"
Another small silence, a bit more tense.
After looking at me very seriously for too long, she finally grinned and said: "I know Johann, I'm just teasing you. But I was not even that comfortable with... you know..."
"The Jerk?" I supplied for her.
