Consequences of Praning My Sister

This is a follow-on story of two siblings, both of whom are over 18 years of age.

Ch. 3.

I was hoping to have some more private time with Julie after our second encounter, but for nearly a week, there had been little opportunity due to parental presence, our free time not coinciding, and just not the 'right' time.

We had exchanged a few looks, hers seeming to be a bit pensive, but that was about all. In my insecurity, I was getting desperate to know if she felt as frustrated as me or was just glad she didn't have to make any decisions about us, or if there was even going to be an 'us' again.

I admit that I thought about her a lot now, especially the memory of her lying naked, with her warm body pressed against me those two times and had relived those burnt-in memories more than perhaps I should have, using up many tissues in the process.

Our parents had arrived home a little earlier and Mom would soon be preparing the evening meal in the kitchen, but currently they were both in the living room having a pre-dinner drink, chatting with each other and me about their day and catching up on the local TV News.

As we didn't normally eat until around 7:30pm, I thought I might have a few minutes to talk with Julie if I could just catch her in private for a moment before we sat down for our dinner, but she hadn't yet arrived home from work.

At last, just as I was thinking she was going to be later than normal, I heard her open the front door, pop her head into the living room to say 'hi' and, then go noisily up the stairs.

I allowed a suitable amount of time to elapse before casually making my way out and up the stairs. I don't think they even noticed.

As I reached the top landing, I was just in time to see the bathroom door shut, hear the lock click closed, and a few moments later the shower being turned on.

I passed by the bathroom and slipped into my room.

I was in trepidation as I stood in my room, the light off, and the door just cracked open, waiting for Julie to come out of the bathroom and head for her own room.

It seemed ages this time until I heard the shower stop and the vague sounds of her presumably drying herself, but it was probably no longer than the time she normally takes.

At last, I heard the click of the bathroom lock and the door opening.

I saw her shadow on the hall floor first and as she got level with my door, I opened it a little wider and hissed, "Julie!"

"JESUS," she shrieked, a little too loud for my liking, putting her hand on her chest, "what are you trying to do, give me a heart attack," she added, catching sight of me in the shadowy doorway.

"Sorry, sorry," I said in an exaggerated whisper, "come in here a minute."

"What?...why?" she replied, a bit quieter, glancing back along to the stair landing.

"I need to talk to you," I whispered.

"No, I can't, Mom and Dad are just downstairs, and they'll want us down for dinner soon anyway," she said, gaining a little more composure and pulling her knee-length, white, fluffy bathrobe more tightly around her.

"It's ok, they're having a drink, they will be a few more minutes yet, please just come in a moment," I pleaded with her.

She looked along the landing again, and listened for a brief moment, "Ok, but just for a moment," she whispered, slipping in through the door as I stood back.

I pushed the door to until there was only a small gap so we could hear if anyone came up the stairs.

She looked inquisitively at me, "Well?"

She was so close to me that I could feel the warmth from her recent shower emanating from her and smell the perfume from her shampoo and recently soaped skin.

She cocked her head to one side impatiently, "What did you want?"

Now that she was here, almost touching me, I had forgotten my rehearsed speech and my mind had gone blank, "I... ummm wanted to tell you I missed you, and how beautiful you look." I said, lamely, stammering and blushing.

She looked into my eyes and raised one eyebrow, "When you say you 'missed me', in what way?"

"You know...," I said, meaningfully.

"Hmmmm, I think so," she said, slowly.

"And have you missed me?" I asked, nervously.

She looked down, "Of course I have, but I'm not sure we should be doing what we are doing, it's only going to end in trouble."

"It won't if we are careful," I said, putting my hands on each of her bathrobe covered shoulders.

"I don't know," she replied, "this isn't exactly being careful, is it?" but not shrugging off my hands.

I gently pulled her towards me, feeling a little resistance, until I could put my arms round her. As she was in bare feet, the top of her head came to rest under my nose, her soft hair still wet from her shower.

"I don't know what you are thinking but we can't do anything," she said, a slight sense of panic in her voice.

"No, I know, I just wanted to hold you, if that's ok," I said, pressing the front of my body against hers.

"Yes, I guess that's ok," she whispered, reciprocating by putting her arms around me too.

We stayed like that for a few moments, carefully listening to the sound of the TV and muted chatter from downstairs.

I felt rather than heard her giggle.

"What?" I asked.

"I can feel you're hard against me even through my bathrobe," she said, giggling again.

"I can't help it," I said quietly, "I love you and...well...being this close to you I just want to..."

She cut me off, "I love you too, but we can't," she said, "and I should be going to get dressed before they wonder where we are."

"I suppose so," I said, the disappointment evident in my voice, "but, could I just, maybe undo your robe a little and have a peek before you go?" I asked hopefully.

"I'm not sure I want to be 'peeked' at Chris, and I think that might lead to other things, and I am still dubious that we should do any more," she said, beginning to pull away.

"Just a quick look?" I said, catching hold of the belt holding her bathrobe together.

"You're really that desperate?" she asked, gently.

I nodded, giving her my best 'puppy dog' eyes.

She smiled, affectionately.

I could almost hear the cogs going round in her pretty head.

"Only for a moment or two?"

I nodded again.

"You know I am only doing this because I love you too, don't you?" she whispered, her hands going to the belt.

Oh God, she really was going to let me see her nude here in my room, I thought, as she slowly undid the belt. My cock got harder and firmly pressed against the front to my jeans.

She paused.

My heart was beating fast. Had she changed her mind I wondered.

Then as if she had come to a decision, she looked me in the eyes, let the opened belt drop, and slowly opened her robe.

I took an intake of breath.

She stood still and let me look. Her firm round breasts, nipples erect, pointed proudly at me. I looked lower to where her figure tapered down to her slim waist and flat stomach, evidence of the work outs and competitive sports she enjoyed. Then, below that, her hips flaring out in good proportion and further down, a triangle of neat dark hair pointing downwards to the slim, sexy, gap between her thighs. Her long shapely legs then continued down to her bare feet standing on the carpet.

She was watching me, a knowing smile on her face.

"Seen enough?" she asked, impishly, a faint blush on her neck.

"It's never going to be enough," I said, truthfully.

"What... do you like seeing the most," she asked, coyly.

"Well, ummmm...all of you really, " I stuttered, "but you do have beautiful sexy nipples," I managed.

"Really?" she said, throatily, looking down, with both of us blushing at this forthright conversation now.

"You can touch them for a moment if you want," she added.

Gently, I used my thumb and forefinger to squeeze and tease her hard, dark, nubs. I am sure they got harder, along with small bumps appearing, surrounding each nipple.

She sighed with pleasure.

"I think that's enough now," she said reluctantly, easing my hand from her breast.

"That wasn't nearly enough time," I said, disappointed that she was bringing it to an end so quickly.

"It will have to be," she said, beginning to close her robe.

"Wait.... uummm, can I just hug you while you're like that, I'm sure we have a bit of time yet?"

She hesitated again.

"Oh Chris, this isn't a good idea," she said, nervously cocking an ear to the gap in the door and listening, "but, go on then, quickly," she whispered, opening her robe again.

Without hesitation on my part, I put my hands inside her robe at waist height and moved them until I was cupping her firm, bare, bottom with both hands and pulled her against me. I now had my more or less naked sister tight against me; my hard cock pressing through my jeans against the top of her triangle of hair, her firm breasts and hard nipples pressing against my thin shirt.

I could feel the warm skin of her bottom on my hands and the increasingly heady perfume of her assailing my nostrils. I couldn't help but move my hands around, up her back and down into the delicious crack between her firm globes.

I heard her sigh again and felt her lean into me a little more.

She tilted her head up and I pressed my lips against hers.

She began to kiss me back then pulled her head away.

"Chris, no, it's too risky and time is moving on."

"But you'd like to?" I asked, trying to find out how she felt and letting my fingers roam over as much of her skin as I could reach while I had the chance.

"You're getting me confused now," she said, "you know that I like it and what it does to me when you touch me like that, but we mustn't."

"It is nice though being so close to you," I said, lightly continuing the exploration of her back with my hands.

"I know, and perhaps, maybe... at a different time...but...no, no, we can't...see what you're doing to me."

"Julie, it's ok, we're just cuddling."

"Hmm, 'just cuddling' your nude sister though."

"And as you can tell, I like it," I said, moving my hips a little so that the bulge of my hard cock rubbed against her a little lower down and feeling an automatic, small, reciprocating motion of her hips.

"Chris!" she said, more sternly, but didn't pull away, "we're going to get caught if we are much longer up here."

"I'm sure we won't," I tried to assure her.

"Anyway, I think you have had your few minutes," she said, not unkindly.

"I can tell you like feeling me against you, from the way you're moving," I said.

"Damn, yes I know, I shouldn't have given in, but I can't help it," she grinned.

I did realise that she was right, and if we were sensible, we should be going downstairs for dinner, but holding her, smelling her, feeling her, and with my cock being so hard, I wanted it to last as long as possible.

"Could I just take my cock out before you go and rest it against you, please?"

"No Chris, these few moments seem to be stretching out and we will get carried away, we have gone too far already with me just being here in your room and them just downstairs."

"It will feel good, won't it, then you can go and get dressed and we can go down separately," I cajoled.

"But what if..."

"We can hear if anyone is coming," I said, cutting her off.

She didn't immediately say 'no' again, which was a good sign. I kissed the top of her head as she thought about it.

"Not inside me though?"

She was obviously weakening.

"No, but maybe just touching you outside?"

"This is the last thing, right?"

"Yes."

"Then we go for dinner?"

"Yes."

"Not for long though," she finally said.

Taking my hands away from her, I quickly unzipped my jeans, pushed them and my boxers down my thighs. With the restraint removed, my hard cock pointed out towards her.

It was covered in precum as I pulled the foreskin back and pushed it down towards her pubic hair. As the head touched the valley between what I now felt were swollen pussy lips, she gave out a small moan.

Moving forwards and putting my hands back behind her, I pulled her to me and my cock slid easily into the gap between her thighs against her hot pussy.

"Oh God, Chris," she whispered, "I didn't think we would or should go this far, here and now."

"Do you like it though?" I asked, moving my hips back and forth and pulling her into me so that the top of my cock was rubbing hard between her labia.

"Ohhhh... of course," she hissed, trying to be quiet.

I could feel that she was now secreting her own lubricating fluid that was making the sensations even better for both of us. My cock was sliding nicely now, and I knew it would only take a minor change of angle for it to slip inside her, but I had agreed not to do that, so I tried to content myself with what we were doing.

I also noticed that the smell of sex was getting stronger and almost overpowering the perfume of her shampoo and soap that I had enjoyed earlier.

I was just beginning to feel myself getting close to coming.

"JULIE, CHRIS, dinner is on the table," Mom shouted up the stairs, "hurry up and come down."

"Shit, shit," I said, frustrated but trying not to be too loud.

"Quick, let me go, I need to go and get dressed fast, I hope they don't notice anything," Julie said, disengaging herself from me. She then pulled her robe tightly around herself and with a small, worried, grin slipped out of my room and across into hers.

She left me close to the brink, my jeans halfway down my thighs and I hadn't thought that far ahead as to where I was going to spray all my pent up cum even if she had stayed. So, shuffling across the room I grabbed a few tissues and with only a few more strokes, emptied a huge load into them.

Having cleaned myself up, I went down to join Mom and Dad for dinner. When I got there, I discovered that Julie wasn't there yet and must be still in her room.

"That girl takes forever to shower and get dressed," Dad said, already sitting at the dining table.

"She is not normally this long," Mom replied, putting hot plates on the table, and glancing towards the stairs.

She had just drained the vegetables and put them into dishes for the table, when Julie, in her pyjamas and fluffy slippers, and wrapped in the same short, white, robe as earlier came noisily down the stairs and took her place at the table.

"That took a long time," Dad said, sarcastically.

At that moment she caught my eye, and I saw an involuntary blush creeping up her neck. I quickly looked away and hoped that I wouldn't blush too, as I am sure it would be noticed.

"Ummm... yes, sorry, I had a couple of girl things to do," she said quietly.

"What do you mean, 'girl things'," Dad asked, tersely.

"Rob, leave her alone," Mom said, sharply, "she's twenty, not a ten-year-old, we ladies don't want to discuss everything."

"Oh ...yes, I see," Dad said, a bit embarrassed and more subdued, as he thought he realised what she might mean.

Mom quickly switched the conversation to who wanted what to eat, and Julie's lateness was forgotten as we ate our meal and chatted about other things. Her blush gradually subsided as the atmosphere became more normal, although I couldn't help catching her eye a couple of times and giving her a quick sympathetic look.

After dinner, we all sat down in the living room in front of the large-screen TV. Mom and Dad had their regular comfortable armchairs, while Julie and I sat at each end of the three-seater matching sofa, me with my iPad and Julie scrolling through her phone with the TV on in the background.

There was a late night thriller film on later I was interested in watching, but I don't think either of us were taking much interest in the several programmes Mom and Dad seemed absorbed in, and it came as a bit of a surprise as the last one finished, when I realised it was a lot later than I thought.

Dad stretched and yawned.

"Time for bed for us?" Dad said, getting up and heading for the door while looking at Mom, who was also yawning.

"Yes, I think so," she responded, yawning again, "are you two staying up?" she asked, standing up and looking at us.

"Oh, yes, I thought I would see if the film that is on soon is any good, if not I might just go to bed too," I said.

She looked at Julie.

"I'm not tired yet, so I'll stay and see what this film is about, but if it's Chris' choice, it may not be mine," she grinned.

"Ok, well don't have it on too loud and don't stay up too late," Mom instructed us before following Dad out of the room.

Julie didn't say anything more and I went back to apparently looking at my iPad, the TV still on in the background, but in reality, I was listening to hear the bathroom being used, and the floorboards creaking upstairs as they prepared for bed.

Once I was sure they were both in their bedroom, I put my iPad down and moved over to sit next to Julie, who looked up at me quizzically.

I put a hand gently on her arm and said quietly and apologetically, "I'm sorry you got interrogated because you were late down, and I know it was my fault."

"Well, technically I suppose it was," she whispered, smiling, "but I suppose I needn't have stayed so long in your room."

"It was nice that you did."

"I told you, I only let you...you know, because I love you," she said, starting to blush at saying the 'love' word.

"And I only wanted to get that close to you for the same reason," I admitted.

"I know, and if I didn't believe that, then I wouldn't have let you," she said, quietly.

I ran my hand up her arm affectionately to her shoulder and back down a couple of times.

She changed position closer to me and facing more towards me, so that her head was resting on my shoulder. Instinctively, I put my arm round her shoulders and held her to me.

"This is nice," she said, "but if we hear anything, you'll scoot back over there quickly, won't you?"

"Of course, don't want them to find us cuddling do we, they would think that was weird."

We sat there for a while just cuddling and looking blankly at the TV, with our thoughts going on in our heads.

"I never thought that one of your irritating pranks would turn into something like this and we would be doing what we have done, never in a million years," she said, suddenly and very softly. "Do you ummm... feel different towards me after, you know, our two times?"

I wondered what she was looking for in her question, so I gave it some thought before answering.

"I guess so," I said slowly, "but in a good way," I added, quickly, "I'm not sure how to explain it, but we have lived together here all our lives and not really done much together, just the two of us. It's always been things we've done with Mom and Dad, like holidays and stuff. Now it seems I feel much closer and more part of you. I don't know if that makes any sense?"

She was quiet while she contemplated my words. I moved my hand to push her hair to one side over her ear and gently stroked her face and neck.

She didn't reply.

"It sounds like you have been thinking a lot about it?" I prompted her, running my fingers through her hair again.

"I admit that I have, and I think I get what you mean," she lowered her voice even more, "having you...ummm... inside me, holding me and making me feel so wanted and so loved, was something I haven't felt with anyone else. Does that sound a bit weird as you're my brother?"

I could feel her face getting warm.

"No, I think you just said it better than I did." I whispered. "But now you mention it, when you let me... make love to you, and then asked me to come inside you, I felt like something did change, something that can never be forgotten, but something that I want more of. There, I've said it."

"Is that what it was about, you know, in your room earlier this evening?" she asked.

"Sort of, I suppose. I didn't know how to say some of this to you, but I wanted to hold you and experience that closeness again," I said.