This is a follow-on story of two siblings, both of whom are over 18 years of age.
We need to talk...
For the first few days after what had happened between me and my sister, we hardly spoke or looked at one another, but fortunately that wasn't so out of the ordinary and our parents didn't seem to notice.
I knew though that she was deliberately avoiding looking at me and having any awkward conversations about what we had done. I wondered if she just wanted to pretend it had never happened and say no more about it. I think I would have been ok with that except that I was unable to forget the sight of her naked body, and the feeling of sliding my cock into her. I was reliving it often, alone in my room, with a box of tissues.
After several days, I tried to catch her eye, but she stubbornly refused to meet mine and the atmosphere between us continued to prevail. I knew that we needed to talk about it before our parents noticed something was wrong, but so far, she was showing no signs of being amenable to that.
Finally, an opportunity arose at the weekend about 10 days later, with the snow all gone, when Mom and Dad decided to go into town, to do some clothes shopping and said they would have lunch out before returning in the late afternoon.
As soon as I heard them leave, I got out of bed in my soft shorts and T shirt that I habitually sleep in, and quietly padded barefoot to the door of my sister's room.
I tapped on it.
I knew she was still in there, but there was no response.
I tapped a bit harder on the door, "Julie, it's me," I said, then realised I was stating the obvious, who else could it be...duh.
No response.
"Julie, we need to talk, can I come in?"
"No, go away," I finally heard.
"Come on, just for a few minutes," I persisted, "I think we need to."
"I don't think I want to," came the muffled reply.
"There's just us here and I am unhappy that we are hardly speaking, I think you might be too."
There was silence again, so after what seemed like several minutes, but was probably less, I turned away from the door and was heading back to my own room, when I heard the door handle turn and click. I looked back and the door had been cracked open a little.
"Ok," I heard more clearly now through the gap in the door, "you can come in for a moment."
I turned back, and after giving a polite knock on the door, pushed it further open and stepped into her room. It wasn't somewhere I had been for a long time, as she tended to guard her privacy, so I was a little surprised to see how neat and 'girly' it was, not quite the impression I had of my sister.
She was sitting on her bed in her sleepwear which seemed to consist of a pair of floppy, small, yellow, shorts and a large loose T shirt, not unlike what I was wearing. It was hard trying to be contrite when faced with a large expanse of bare leg and although I tried not to stare, I couldn't detect any obvious bra under her T shirt either. Her light hair was loose, a bit tousled, and resting on her shoulders.
She looked up at me with those blue eyes, an unfathomable look on her face.
"What do you want?" she asked, not too aggressively I thought.
"Well, as I said, I think we need to talk about what happened the other day," I said, still standing near the door.
"Why do you think we need to?"
"Because you seem to be ignoring me and it hurts knowing that you are so obviously upset with me."
She looked down and didn't say anything for a few moments, as she fiddled with a loose thread on the hem of her T shirt.
"I'm not upset with you," she said, eventually, not looking up, "but more with myself for allowing it to go so far."
As I processed that bit of information, I plucked up the courage to move further into her room and perch on the end of her bed. She didn't say anything.
"It wasn't just you though was it," I ventured.
"I could have stopped you though, but because of my stupid pride, I refused to give in right up to the end," she said, more quietly.
"To be fair, we both did the same," I replied, "I am as much to blame, it's why I thought you must be really annoyed with me."
"But I'm your older sister, I should have known better."
It was clear she was feeling guilty herself, rather than being angry with me, a thought that hadn't really occurred to me.
The silence broken only by the ticking of her clock was palpable as neither of us said anything for what seemed like minutes at the time but was probably only some tens of seconds.
"So, uummmm... what? ... I mean why... didn't you just say 'no' once it got further than you were comfortable with, you know I would never hurt you, don't you?" I said, looking at her still picking at the loose thread.
Another silence.
She finally looked up at me, "Yes I know that, but promise me you won't think I'm a terrible person if I tell you," she said, still in a quiet voice.
"Of course not, I would never think that way about you, I'm your brother, I will always love you," I replied, sincerely.
"You said that then too and it's not something I have ever heard you say before."
"Well, I think things like that, but don't often say them out loud," I said, slightly embarrassed at my own words.
A tiny smile crossed her face, "The reason I didn't give in or tell you to stop was because..." she paused, a blush creeping up her neck.
"Because what?" I coaxed her.
"Because I was enjoying our closeness and what you were doing to me, it felt different to the feelings I have had with anyone else I have been with," she managed to get out, the blush moving up into her cheeks.
"Oh," I said, inadequately, taken aback by her words, and making it my turn to blush, but also causing my cock to stir with the thought that she had actually enjoyed it.
"So now you know," she added.
I certainly did know now, and so did my cock, which despite commands from me to behave was slowly growing. There seemed to be more to say, but neither of us seemed able to be the first to start that conversation. We sat there with our own thoughts for a short while.
"Chris, I..." she started, but I had begun talking too.
"Go on," I said, "you go first."
"No, what were you going to say?" she countered.
