The room was a nice, chilly 68 degrees as butterflies filled my stomach like never before. Our favorite movie, Tristan & Isolde, was playing on my brand new high definition tv. The fear of how she may react gripped my entire body, I questioned if I could actually make the move. It was time though, dinner had past, we were all alone, and my desire had been building and I was beyond my breaking point.
Before we go too far though, I should give a little background. My name is Neal. At that time of this story I had been out of high school for a little over a year, I was 19 about to turn 20. While I wasn't a model by any means, I wasn't terrible either. I was about 5'9, a lean and chiseled 140lbs; I have dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. Years of playing soccer, tennis, and football kept me in pretty solid shape.
Danica, on the other hand, was simply gorgeous. She had just turned 18 a couple months before, she was around 5'6, perfectly curvy, amazing smooth caramel complexion, long black hair, and big green eyes beautiful beyond description. Not to mention those nice long legs, and her amazing, voluptuous butt! As cliché as it may be, I had been in love with her since they first time I laid eyes on her.
What's the big catch? She had been my step-sister for almost a year at this time, so you can see how things are complicated. Her dad married my mom after being together just a short while. Although we met before our parents did, I was worried about what she would think of me. I was worried about what everyone would think of me, that people would accuse me, or us, of incest.
Over the past couple years I grew pretty close to Danica. She would come in my room to use the computer since the family computer was crap. Usually when she did we would end up talking for hours. We talked about pretty much everything from school to sports to our personal lives. Our family had been through a lot of drama and we talked about that often as well. I often got a feeling she was flirty with me, but I always dismissed it as being just my imagination, she couldn't feel that way about her own brother I thought.
On this night, it was very much the same. I was laying in my bed, watching so a junk tv, when I heard a knock on the door.
"Come in." I yelled towards the door.
The knob turned and the door opened slowly. Danica peeked her head around and looked at me.
"Hey!" I said, a little too excitedly.
"Hi." She said, smiling at me. "Mind if I use your computer for a bit?"
"Not at all," I gestured towards the desk, "use it as long as you need."
She thanked me and sat at the desk and turned on the computer screen. For a little while it was silent except for the sound of the TV as I flipped through the channels. Danica was checking Facebook or some other social media site and didn't seem to notice me stealing glances at her every so often. It was during one of these glances that I noticed something very intriguing. The top of Danica's jeans were dipping really low on her butt, revealing a very small and sexy black thong.
I started feeling the tingling right away. With each glance I was growing harder and harder. I was afraid that if she were to look over she might notice, so I kept adjusting to hide my erection.
After a while I decided TV wasn't going to occupy me enough, so I struck up a conversation. We talked about the usual stuff; school, friends, family, our relationships. It was pretty normal for us, but it made me so happy to have her there talking to her. As the conversation wound down, she already stopped using the computer and was turned in the chair talking to me. I'm not sure what have me the courage, but I asked if she would like to join me in watching a movie. She accepted my invitation, so we decided on Tristan & Isolde and popped it into the DVD player.
Once the movie started she sat on my bed with me to watch it. After a few minutes I could see that she had goose bumps and seemed to be shivering, so I pulled back the covers and got underneath.
"Wanna join me?" I asked motioning under the covers. "It's a lot warmer under here."
She quickly hopped up and pulled back the covers And getting under them. "Yes, thank you!" She said.
Nothing else happened for a bit, until there was another knock at the door. My mom let us know dinner was ready. We paused the movie and both got up to get food, we took it back my room and resumed the movie.
Now the movie is about halfway through, and the only thing running across my mind was that my sexy little step-sister was inches away from me, in my bed, under the Sam covers as me. I mustered up every bit of courage I could and lifted my arm and put it around her. There was a slight pause, my heart racing 500 miles per second, but then to my surprise, she leaned into me and made herself more comfortable. I relaxed more and allowed myself to settle into her more.
I Kept glancing over at her as my arm was around her. I was looking at her eyes, her perfect skin, at her delicious, full lips. I wanted nothing more than to kiss her, I kept willing myself to do it. Finally I did.
