She was my sister but I lusted after her. I knew it was wrong but I could not help it. She was so beautiful with her long blonde hair, green eyes. tiny upturned nose, nice shapely breasts, cute ass and a great pair of legs. If that was not everything, she also has a pair of simply gorgeous feet. I was in love with her and this love was not the kind a brother has for his sister. This was the love a man has for a woman.
There was a part of me that kept telling me that I was wrong. A part of me kept telling me that she was my sister and that my feelings for her were wrong. But I was powerless. She was just too beautiful, her body just too sexy and my lust for her just too strong.
We lived in a small town in the Midwest. Dad had a small job that did not pay too well in a big corporation and was away from home a lot and when he was home, he was mostly drunk. Mom did not work but she had her group of girl friends that she spent most of her time with and me and my sister, Carol, were usually on our own in the house.
Carol was a very popular girl in school, her beauty made her an instant hit with the boys and secretly hated by other girls. I was pretty popular too and good with studies but I was not a nerd. How could I be a nerd when I was the star pitcher on the school baseball team.
My relationship with Carol was great! She was such a sweetheart and I would gladly do anything for her. But lately I had noticed that there was something wrong. Carol was not the happy go lucky girl that she used to be. There was something troubling her and my heart ached whenever I saw her like that. I had asked her if there was anything wrong or if I could do something to make things better but she would always smile her sweet smile and say that there was nothing wrong. But I knew better. I knew something was troubling my Carol and my heart ached.
It was the first day of spring training and I was late coming home. Dad was not home but then that was usual. Mom was at one of her girl friend's house playing bingo but then that was usual too. As I walked in through the back kitchen door, I thought I heard someone crying. As I stepped in the living room, I saw Carol sitting on the couch and her eyes were red. I could see that she had been crying for a while now.
"My God Carol what's wrong?" I asked really upset at the sight of the one person that meant everything to me crying.
Carol had not heard me walk in and tried to hide her tears but it was too late. "Jimmy has dumped me" said Carol in a shaky voice.
"That bustard! Carol, if he does not want you then he is the loser!" I tried to console her.
"Yes but he had told me that he loved me. How could he leave me?" Carol had head on my shoulder and there was fresh tears running down her cheeks.
I was calling her ex-boy friend a bustard but felt like one myself. Here was my sister crying her heart out on my shoulder at being left by her boy friend but all I could think of was how lovely she was and great her smelled. I was starting to feel a feeling in my pants and I felt like an asshole. How could I get turned on at a moment like this. I mean I had always been turned on whenever Carol was around me but this was hardly the time to have any sexual feeling towards my own sister. She was hurt and her heart had been broken and all I could think of was going to bed with her!
"Don you would not ever leave me like Jimmy did would you?" Carol asked, with tears still in her eyes.
"Carol, you know I love you and I would never leave you or do anything to hurt you. I love you Carol! I love you! I love you!" I tried to calm her.
I did not notice that that I had said "I love you" three times. I was too pre-occupied with consoling Carol and fighting the guilt of getting aroused by her closeness. But Carol did not miss it. She had a strange look on her face. It was almost like she was trying to make sense of it all.
Mom always said that women have a way of figuring out things about a man's heart. Carol was a woman and in that brief moment, it seems I had become totally transparent to her. She knew about my feeling towards her. As far as Carol was concerned, everything made sense. My caring for her made sense. My hanging around her when I could be out doing "guy things" made sense. Me eyeing her when I thought she was not looking made sense. Me saying "I love you" three times made sense. She knew. She knew her own brother was in love with her.
Suddenly while things were making so much sense to her, Carol did something that made absolutely no sense to me. She reached up and kissed me. It was not the usual peck on the cheek. She had kissed me on the lips, a definitely no-no for a man and woman that are in a brother-sister relationship. It was the best thing that ever happened to me! Carol kissing me? Carol actually kissing me? The girl of my dreams (who cares if she is my sister) actually putting her pretty lips on mine and kissing me? WOW!!!