Being Tall Is Not Always Blessing

On Friday evening, I flew back to New York to spend the weekend with my parents and sister. As I opened the door, Mom hugged me, but I noticed her red eyes.

"Mom, what is going on?"

"Stella is crying in her room. She'll tell you the whole story."

I knocked softly on my sister's door, "Stella, it's me. Please let me in."

There was no response.

I knocked harder, "Please sis, I love you and want to help."

She opened the door a few seconds later. Tears poured from her eyes like small streams.

I kissed her forehead and hugged her. I tried to make her laugh and joked, "What is it? Did Mom hit you? I'll beat her up."

She smiled and pressed her body into me, "Silly goose. It's again my height. It destroys everything in my life. Why did god have to punish me?"

...

Here is the place to tell you about my family. My mother, Martha, is 5'5" and weighs around 140 pounds. My father is 6'4" and weighs 240 pounds. In his college years, he used to play on the basketball team. Since then, he gained weight, and now, at age 48 he enjoys watching games on TV. Mom is shorter than Dad by almost a foot. However, at home she is the real boss.

Mom brought me into the world 2 years after they've been married. I got my father's genes and became tall too. By now, at age 20 I am already 6'8" and weigh 210 pounds. Like my father, I got a full scholarship to UCLA because of my abilities on the basketball court.

Two years after I was born, my sister Stella arrived. One time Mom confided in me that she told Dad she hoped their daughter would look like her and not as tall as him. Dad smirked, "You can be my boss, but I doubt you can order god to make it happen." As it happened, god didn't listen, and Stella was also destined to be tall. She was now 18 years old, 6'2" and 162 pounds.

My growth spurt began around age 15, and I never stopped growing since. Stella's gaining height was more gradual, and already in high school she was taller than most classmates, including the boys. While it helped her playing basketball, it was a disaster finding a boyfriend. Her face was cute, her body was proportional, and she was smart and funny. But being very tall alienated guys.

She hoped that starting college would change her luck. Like me she registered to UCLA and got accepted.

...

She was crying in her room after her latest disappointment: A guy, 6'1", asked her for a date. She agreed and met him at Starbucks. After the introduction, he told her she was very pretty. She thanked him. Then Stella asked him for his interests. He answered: Traveling, taking pictures of naked ladies, and then fuck them. She thought he was joking; who would say something like that to a girl on their first date?! It turned out he was serious and expected the Starbucks-outing to end up in bed. She left soon after, feeling every man was either intimidated by her tall stature or a jerk.

I sat with her, tenderly caressed her shoulder, and said, "Sis, being tall can be a blessing and a curse. Being on a plane or a bus is a torture, and looking for the right size clothes or shoes is not easy. Many girls claim they rate a guy's attractiveness by his height, but this is a double edged sword. Most girls I dated were 5'4" to 5'8", and they admitted the man's preferred height is 6'0" to 6'3". I was TOO tall for them. Even though each one of these girls was attractive, being that much taller than them was a logistical nightmare. And finding a tall woman is not easy. I've met 2 who were 5'11" and 6'1", respectively. However, neither one was attractive, and except for talking about basketball, we had nothing in common."

Stella gazed into my eyes and mumbled, "We face similar dilemma. If we weren't brother and sister, perhaps we would date each other..."

I smiled, "Girl, I always thought you were pretty, and your athletic body beautiful. However, god chose to create us as siblings, telling us that it would be a sin."

She grinned bitterly, "I guess you are right. I recall when we were younger I followed you around the house and tried to make you pay attention to me. I admired the ground you walked on."

I joked, "It sounds awful. What you are actually saying is that now you do not respect me anymore. I better go to my room and cry like you..."

She giggled, "Johnny, I love you just like before, but I learned that following and annoying you won't make you notice me in a positive way. It's the opposite; you may attempt to avoid me."

"Are you kidding me? These days I like your presence. The last time I was annoyed and upset with you was when you were in 7th grade. I don't know if you remember, but you had 2 girlfriends in your room and made too much noise. I was trying to study for an exam the next day, and you girls sang loudly, screamed, and laughed outside my door. I asked you nicely to be quiet. Your silence lasted less than 2 minutes before becoming vocal again. I was furious, and Dad allowed me to use his room until your friends left."

"Was it by chance just before Easter, when Jane and Lucy were with me?"

"Exactly."

"Before you entered my room, we discussed hot guys. You are right, we were enthusiastic about the subject and didn't agree on a guy. Then YOU entered and were very polite. When you left the room, Lucy commented that you were hot. For a change, all 3 of us agreed that you were a hunk and started laughing."

"I was only in the first year of high school..."

"I knew even before that other girls found you good-looking."

"How come it's 'other girls?' YOU disagree with them?"

Stella blushed, "I don't, but unlike them, I think you are a moron."

I glanced at her, "Why would you think so? Have I ever purposely done something to hurt or offend you?"

Her face turned ruby-red, "Your scores at school are good, and your skills on the basketball court are excellent but emotionally, you are below par."

"Why would you say that?"

She stared into my confused face and started crying again, "Please, leave me alone. I am not in the mood."

I left her and went to my room, frustrated. My intentions were pure, but somehow I managed to screw up everything, and I had no idea what I did wrong.

During dinner, our parents tried unsuccessfully to cheer her up. Any time one of us talked to her or asked her a question, she would give a non look one word answer.

When the dinner was over, I kissed Mom's cheek, thanked her for the tasty meal, and went to my room.

Then it occurred to me I could cheer Stella on by taking her out. I knocked on her door.

She yelled, "Leave me alone. I am not in the mood."

I opened her door and saw her lying in bed and staring blankly at the ceiling.

I blurted, "I see you are upset, but behaving like that causes Mom and Dad to feel bad. More importantly, it won't make YOU feel better. Dress up, I take you out."

"I don't want to."

"I didn't ask, I tell you."

For the first time that evening, she had a small smile, "And what if I refuse?"

"I'll spank your cute butt."

"You won't dare."

"Sis, stop the BS and dress up. I'll be back here in 15 minutes." I went back to my room, wore decent clothes, and returned after 20 minutes.

Stella's eyes were still swollen despite her valiant efforts to cover them with makeup and mascara. However, she wore a short beige dress that clung to her body, and I was convinced nobody would look at her eyes. She even wore 3" heel shoes, which made her only 3" shorter than me. At last I was going out with a girl who I was taller by less than a head...

I smiled, "Stella, you are gorgeous! My initial intention to head out with you was to distract you from thinking about your latest failed relationship, but I have to admit that seeing you, I think I am the lucky one: You being so tall is a blessing, and your appearance is smashing!..."

She smiled, "You exaggerate but thank you."

I mumbled, "I am not," and added loudly, "Where would you like to go?"

"To a place that is not too lit and without many people. Your compliment is appreciated but my face is a disaster and I don't want to show it in public."

"I wish my former girlfriends had such a beautifully disastrous face, but I'll do what you want. Do you want to see a movie, walk in the dimly lit park, or drive to the hill outside town and admire the city view from above?"

"Probably a movie is better. If it's interesting, I'll concentrate on it rather than think about other subjects."

We checked online which movies still had available tickets at that hour. There were only 3 options: A horror movie, a sci-fi that was showing for weeks, and Ghost at Landmark Theater.

Stella gazed at me, "Johnny, you probably saw Ghost million times, but I only heard about it and never saw it. Can we see the movie, please?"

"Let's go. It starts in 10 minutes."

We arrived just in time. The theater had 7 people scattered around. We grabbed popcorn and soda, and sat toward the back.

Over the years I've seen Ghost 3 times, so I knew the plot well. I went to the movies only to make Stella feel better. So while she focused on the screen, at moments holding her breath and gasping, I alternated between watching the screen and ogling her. Since childhood I never sat that close to actually look at her. In the dim light, her profile emphasized her attractive facial features: Sculpted forehead, nice eyebrows, a small straight nose, and full red lips.

One time, when I was facing her, she turned to me and caught me ogling her. She smiled and hugged my arm. It was an innocent gesture, but her firm breast pressed against my hand, causing my pecker to stir. All of a sudden I realized that rather than thinking of her as my sister, my body reacted to her appearance and touch in a sexual way.

For the rest of the movie I tried to watch the large screen, but twice I couldn't resist and glanced at her cleavage. One of these times, she noticed my gaze, grinned, and squeezed my arm. I was happy she didn't have a sarcastic comment.

When the film ended and we started leaving, I saw tears in Stella's eyes. She mumbled, "The movie was so good... It made me emotional. It was very romantic and every actor played well. Since then, Patrick Swayze died of cancer. What a pity!"

"Stella, I like to see you enjoyed the movie and in a better mood."

She glanced at me for a long moment and said, "You must have seen the movie before, because your mind was not on the movie. Your eyes explored me a couple of times. Did I pass the test?"

I blushed profusely and didn't answer. In the darkness I doubted she was aware of it. Stella took my hand in hers and gently caressed my palm. I drove home with only one hand on the wheel. We didn't talk the rest of the drive. When we arrived home, I rushed to the bathroom. When I came out, Stella was nowhere to be seen, likely in her room.

I fell asleep shortly after.

In the morning I remembered a dream I had just before waking up. In the dream, Stella and I play a basketball game, each one plays for the opposing team. One time I was defending the basket, and she moved with the ball in my direction. As I was ready to steal the ball, she jumped over me, dunked it, and fell into my arms. She kissed my lips and blurted, 'Honey, I am not only prettier, but a better player too.' Her boobs crushed my chest and my dick started rising. She felt it and laughed out loud. I woke up sweating...

We ate breakfast on the balcony. At one point, Dad commented, "Stella dear, you look much better now. I see that going out with your older brother did good for you."

She joked, "Yes, last night my jerk brother was very nice. I bet he needs something from me, like cleaning his room or a lesson on how to improve his layups."

Mom and Dad giggled. It was apparent Stella's mood had improved, and they liked it.

In the afternoon Mom wished to stroll outdoors. It was a 74 degrees sunny day. As we walked, Stella said, "Mom and Dad, I am fed up living in the dorm with other girls. They chat on the phone all the time, and I cannot concentrate on my studies. Having a room for myself will be too expensive. Johnny lives in a small apartment near the campus. Can I move in with him? Nobody occupies his second bedroom. I promise not to bother him, and if after a trial period he doesn't like the arrangement, I'll move out."

Mom glanced at me, "Honey, it's up to you."

I didn't have time to think about it and wasn't sure how to answer. After a short hesitation I said, "I'll agree on one condition; that in my apartment, she'll address me as His Royal Highness..."

Mom and Dad laughed, and Stella smirked, "With pleasure His Royal Heinie."

We all laughed.

After the stroll, we ate at an Italian restaurant. The food and wine were tasty. It was a fun day.

...

I helped Stella to settle in my apartment. It had 2 bedrooms but a single bathroom. I didn't think about it when I agreed we'd live in the same apartment. The biggest issue was that our class hours were very similar. It meant that in the morning, one had to start before the other, and as expected, Stella needed twice as much time in the bathroom. I accommodated her, and woke 15 minutes early, allowing her to sleep longer.

Other than that, in the beginning, everything was smooth; most times we ate dinner together, but other than that, we tried to stay in our rooms and not bother each other.

After the first month, Stella felt more at home, and in the evenings she began walking in and out of the bathroom in half open robes and occasionally in her underwear. When I first saw her wearing only a bra and panties, I assumed she wasn't aware of my presence. My eyes explored her athletic body, and I was impressed with her protruding tits, muscular tummy and long shapely legs. My unruly cock, which hasn't seen action in a long time, reacted by immediately stiffening. That evening I wore my shorts, and my organ created a huge tent in my pants. Stella walked by me, observed the bulge, and said, "Johnny, I am sorry. I feel very comfortable here and thought I could behave like it was my home. Do you want me to always dress properly when I am outside my room?"

I stuttered, "Thaat's OK. I think my drought goot the better of mee."

She grinned and inquired, "Isn't it time to have a new girlfriend?"

I joked, "If I had to rate all the girls I know for potential dates, you'd be number one. Your height is perfect for me, you are pretty with great figure, and we can talk openly about everything. Will you be my non-sister?"

She gave me a strange look and mumbled, "Can we really talk openly about everything?"

"Of course. What's on your mind?"

"I had a similar idea; we fit very well together."

"What are you implying?"

"We love each other, have similar interests, and get aroused watching the other one's body."

"Stella, you caught me ogle you a couple of times and noticed my reaction, so denying it is futile. But I didn't know you felt the same."

"Honey, do you remember the evening you tried to console me after I broke up the latest date? Back then I called you a moron, because you had no clue the only guy I ever admired and loved was YOU! You were so blind and didn't notice it. Yes, big brother, I do get horny watching you strolling topless with only your shorts on. And I also get aroused when I allow you a glimpse of my tits, and your tool jumps up like a flagpole."

"I diidn't know..."

"As I said: A great guy, but emotionally a retard."

"Stella, we are brother and sister."

"I know. I struggled with it for some time. It all changed when I realized you felt the same way but were too afraid to admit it, not only to me but to yourself as well."

"I love you, and I am attracted to your body, but incest is a major sin."

"I've read some chapters in the bible and get your point, but we are 2 adults who are not attached to others, live in the same apartment, and have the urge to be intimate with each other. I do not see the big issue, at least as long as we do not make children."

"Sis, your logic is enticing, but can't you realize the moral aspect of intimate relationship between us?"

She stared at me, sighed, and said, "OK Johnny. As you wish. But I think feeling the way we do and doing nothing about it will be difficult. Would you rather I move out and stop torturing you with my body?"

Not thinking, I jumped, "NO!"

Stella smiled, "Are you sure? I may forget to dress up adequately, and you'll continue having blue balls."

"I don't want you to leave..."

...

In the next several days, I got the impression Stella did everything she could to 'forget' wearing appropriate clothes in my presence. On a regular basis she walked in and out of the bathroom in her underwear. At times, even her bedroom door was ajar.

Once when she took a shower the bathroom door was not completely closed. I could not resist and peeked in. She was surrounded by a cloud of hot vapors, soaping her long hair. Her gorgeous tits protruded frontally and her razor-sharp nipples pointed upward. I was mesmerized. I watched her stunning long body move graciously in the foggy shower and felt my cock engorging. I arranged it more comfortably in my shorts, but it pressed forward threatening to burst free above the waist. I forced it down. Stella continued soaping her neck and then her hands gently rubbed the soap on her C-cup boobs. Her actions hypnotized me. My right hand crept to my member, and instinctively I started bobbing my rod. After a few seconds, my gaze returned to her face, and I saw her smiling with her eyes wide open. I rushed back to my room and closed the door behind me. It was late in the evening. I removed my shorts, stayed in my boxers and prepared to go to sleep.

Exactly 2 minutes after I turned off the lights, Stella opened my door and stood by the door frame. She was naked with a towel wrapped around her hair. I looked at her speechless.

She grinned, "Johnny, you saw my nude body already, so there is no need to dress up, right?"

My eyes focused on her perfect twin peaks. I didn't talk.

She slowly closed the distance between us. When she reached the bed, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast. I woke up from my daze and whispered, "Stella, please, think what you are doing..."

"Oh, shut up and do what your body wants you to do!"

"But honey..."

"Don't honey me." Next, she placed her palm on my covered raging cock, caressed it tenderly, and ordered, "Take off the underwear!"

I didn't move. Subsequently, I felt both her hands pulling down my boxers. My rigid prick got free and jolted up. The only light came from the living room, but it was enough for her eyes to inspect my junk. Stella leaned down, gently massaged my testicles through the ball sack, and then her soft palm moved to my shaft. She was the only girl I ever saw whose long fingers could engulf my 8.5", thick cock. She caressed it gently and then lay on her back and murmured, "Honey, stop resisting. Don't you see your beautiful monster wants to invade my body? Do it!"

I began tweaking her tit, feeling the nipple stiffen rapidly. She moaned and attempted to move me on top of her. I was horny to stop it. I parted her legs, knelt between them, and started invading her drenched vagina. My rod progressed without difficulty all the way inside. She made no sound until I was completely in. Then she groaned and her fingers pulled my ass deeper into her.

I began pounding her pussy at an increasing pace. Her cunt was somewhat narrow but not too much, and her abundant juices facilitated the in and out sliding motion. Gradually Stella's respiration became labored, and her moans turned louder. I kneaded her tits rougher and accelerated my drilling. I felt my orgasm was pending when, without warning, her body shook violently, and she started whimpering.

My sister experienced a massive climax! The mere thought of her orgasm under me was enough to ejaculate my load deep in her womb. When I was done, I slowed down and eventually pulled out. I lay beside her and hugged her body. She continued resting in my arms as her shaking steadily decreased. Then I kissed her lips lightly and whispered, "Sis, are you OK?"