Consequences of Praning My Sister

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

CH 4.

I felt it was a bit weird that after each of our three tristes, Julie seemed to go distant on me and quiet for a several days afterwards. I didn't know if it was guilt or whether she needed to process what happened each time and where it was all going, but it was a bit disconcerting.

A few days after we had made love the last time, I managed to catch her alone for a few minutes.

"Would you come to my room later on, just for a few minutes so we can talk please?" I asked her.

She looked softly at me and just nodded before continuing on to where she had been heading.

Later that night, I lay awake, my eyes fixed on the ceiling illuminated only by a small bedside lamp. I could hear my parents' faint snoring from down the hall, a reminder that we could easily be caught, but I also heard the soft creak of Julie's door opening, the quiet pad of her footsteps as she made her way toward my room.

The thought of our parents discovering me and Julie together made me tremble, but it was a tremble mixed with anticipation, not just fear. We had already crossed the line, three times to be exact, each encounter more intense than the last.

But tonight, I just wanted to talk and see how she felt.

The door eased open, and she slipped inside, closing it silently behind her. Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, we just stared, aware of the risk we were taking. She hadn't changed into her sleep-wear and still wore a loose tank top and shorts, her bare feet quiet on the carpet. Her hair fell in loose waves around her face, and her lips were slightly parted, as if she'd been holding her breath.

"I think they're asleep," she murmured, her voice barely audible, "but we don't have much time, and we have to be quiet."

I sat up and nodded, my heart pounding. "I know, but I needed to see you alone, I can't stop thinking about you."

She took a step closer, her scent, a mix of her soap and shampoo, filling my senses.

"Come and sit on the bed," I whispered.

She hesitated, "OK, but we can't do anything, it's too risky."

"I know," I said, "I just wanted to talk."

She stepped closer still, her hand reaching out to brush my arm. Her touch sent a jolt through me, and I found myself leaning into her, our bodies so close that I could feel the heat from her.

"What do you want to talk about?" she asked, quietly, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"I have been thinking..." I began.

"Well, that's dangerous for a start," she quipped, trying to take some apprehension out of the situation.

"Seriously though, the last time we... you know..." I began again, a bit bashfully, "you said...afterwards, you would like to have slept with me for the whole night."

"Yes, I remember, and it would have been nice, but how? They're always around. It's like they have radar or something."

"I've been thinking about it." I ran a hand through my hair, frustration creeping in. "I know it's complicated. But we have to try something. we can't keep sneaking around like this. It's driving me crazy."

"And what did you come up with?" she asked, her eyes fixed to mine.

"I tried to think how we could be together away from here for the whole night, but I couldn't see how we could explain it."

"Yes, I know."

"So, I thought how about if it was our parents who weren't here, but we were."

Julie's eyebrows furrowed, "How do you propose to do that, get aliens to abduct them?"

I chuckled softly, but it was more a release of nerves than genuine amusement.

"Not quite, but you know it's their 25th wedding anniversary in a couple of weeks and we discussed getting something for them together?"

"Yes, we did, but I'm not sure how that's going to help," Julie said.

"Well, I thought, how about if we club together and send them on a weekend package to somewhere like Paris. I have some savings and there are quite a lot of good package deals around because I've checked. What do you think?"

"Oh God, I hadn't thought of that, it could work... but what if they don't want to go?"

"They won't turn it down if it's already booked, and a gift, will they?" I answered.

Julie's lips curved into a sly smile. "Do you know what, I really think it might work as long as we can afford it."

We sat there, lost in the moment, each thinking about how exciting it might be to be alone together in the house for a whole weekend.

Julie's expression softened, her gaze dropping to my lips and before I could stop myself, I began to close the gap between us. She leaned closer still. My lips brushed hers in a soft, tentative kiss. It was a mistake, but I wasn't thinking of that.

"We shouldn't," she whispered, though her body seemed to disagree.

"We shouldn't," I agreed, my voice barely a whisper, "but you're so beautiful," I murmured, my throat suddenly dry.

Her hands slid up my bare chest, her fingers sliding over my nipples, while my arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her tighter against me. The kiss deepened, our tongues meeting in a dance that felt both familiar and exhilaratingly new.

Pulling away, my lips trailed down her neck, my tongue tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone while my hands lifted her top finding no bra. She shivered at my touch, her breath catching as I finally freed her breasts, my mouth closing over one taut nipple, teasing it with my tongue. She gasped, and tried to stifle the noise, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer as I lavished attention on her other breast, my lips and tongue working together.

My hands slid down her body, tracing the curve of her hips, the swell of her thighs. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts. She lifted up as I pulled them down slowly, revelling in the sight of her lace-covered dark triangle. Her legs were trembling as she let her shorts fall to the floor, her eyes never leaving mine.

I didn't hesitate. I slid off the bed and sank to my knees, my hands gripping her hips as I pressed my lips to the lace covering the junction of her thighs. She gasped again, her hands clutching my shoulders as I teased her through the fabric, my tongue flicking and swirling in a rhythm that had her squirming against me. But I wasn't done yet. With a gentle tug, I pulled her lacy knickers aside, my mouth closing over her clit, sucking gently as my tongue delved into her wetness.

"Oh fuck... Chris..." she whispered, hoarsely, her head falling back as she surrendered to the pleasure. Her pussy was soaking wet, her juices coating my tongue as I explored every inch. I slipped one and then two fingers inside her to complement my oral assault. She was tight and hot, her walls clenching around me as I thrust my fingers in and out, my tongue pressing against her clit in a steady rhythm.

The quiet sound of a door opening and then footsteps in the hallway jolted us apart.

We froze, our hearts pounding in unison, as the floorboards creaked just outside my room. We both held our breath, but the footsteps passed, fading toward the bathroom. We exhaled simultaneously, our eyes locking in a mix of relief and frustration.

I stood up slowly, pulling a trembling Julie up with me.

We stood silent, listening, until the footsteps returned past our door to their bedroom.

"Close call," Julie whispered in my ear, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Too close," I agreed, my voice rough. "We can't keep doing this here we could easily be discovered."

We stood there just holding one another, in silence, for another five or so minutes longer, the adrenalin making both of us trembling slightly. I was naked, my hard cock between us pressing against her damp knickers.

Julie pulled away, her expression turning serious.

"I should go before anything else happens," she said, bending to pick up her shorts and put them back on.

I nodded, although every instinct in me screamed to pull her back, to kiss her again, to forget the risks and just give in. But I let her go, watching as she silently slipped out of the door, her silhouette disappearing into the dimly lit hallway.

Alone in my room, I sank back onto the bed, my mind replaying the kiss, the touch of her hands, the way her body looked, and the taste of her. We were playing with fire, I knew that, but the thrill of it, the forbidden nature, only made it more intense. We'd find a way to make it happen. We had to, because the thought of spending a whole night with Julie, exploring every inch of her, losing ourselves in each other without the fear of being caught... it was too tempting to resist.

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During the next couple of days, Julie and I scoured the travel packages on-line until we found something we could afford and that sounded like the sort of thing Mom and Dad would enjoy. With some trepidation, we booked it in their names.

We knew we would have to give them some notice, so the following Sunday, a week before their Anniversary date, we presented it to them over Sunday Lunch.

We didn't know what their reaction might be, but it turned out that they were pleased and delighted that we had gone to the trouble and said how much they would look forward to it.

The following week went very slowly for Julie and me, having to keep any excitement under control and not behave in any 'abnormal' way.

Eventually their day of departure arrived.

I couldn't believe it was finally happening. Our parents, blissfully oblivious, had packed their suitcases for their weekend getaway to Paris, the gift from me and my sister. The excitement thrumming through my veins was a heady mix of anticipation and guilt, the kind that came from knowing you're about to indulge in something so wrong, it felt deliciously right.

The house was a whirlwind of activity when they returned from work early on Friday afternoon and prepared to leave in the early evening. As they effused their 'thank you' and hugged goodbye, the taxi outside waiting, the pressure of Mom's eyes was almost unbearable.

"Be good," she whispered in my ear, "take care of Julie and the house."

I was definitely going to do at least one of those, I thought, but managed to keep a straight face, "Of course." I said.

With the door closed behind them, I turned to face Julie, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. We exchanged a knowing smile.

"Well, little brother," she said, her voice dripping with sweet seduction, "the stage is set. Are you ready to make this weekend one we'll never forget?"

"It is a bit strange knowing they are not going to be around for a couple of days though, and we have the house to ourselves for the first time, but it's worked out just right," I said.

"Mmmm, I think so too," she replied.

We decided to wait a few hours, careful to allow our parents enough time to board the plane and truly believe that our weekend would be uninterrupted.

The tension was palpable as we paced through the house, each trying to find something to do to occupy ourselves for a while,until we knew that we really had the house to ourselves.

We prepared a light evening meal, but neither of us was particularly hungry, well not for food anyway.

A little later, having showered, I sat at my computer in my room and heard Julie slip into the bathroom, the click of the lock punctuating the silence.

The muffled sounds of her peeling off her clothes was followed by the fall of water from the shower.

I waited, listening, imagining the water falling over her lithe body, my desires simmering, the fabric of my loose shorts growing taut against my swelling erection.

I opened my door and stood in the hallway when she emerged, her skin glistening and her wet hair cascading down her bare shoulders, she was a vision in black lace. The obviously new negligee she wore was almost transparent, hinting at the curves and valleys beneath. She looked stunning.

I swallowed hard, my mouth dry with anticipation as she approached me, a playful smile on her lips.

"You like?" she asked, blushing shyly, and then twirling in place to highlight the full effect of her attire. Her small breasts, strained against the delicate fabric, and I could see the darker outline of her areolae and the tight peaks of her nipples. The scrap of black lace that barely covered her mound was already damp, hinting at what awaited.

I could only nod, my voice failing me as I took in the sight of her. I felt the tightness in my chest ease slightly as she reached out and took my hand, leading me towards her room.

I followed her, my hand trembled slightly as I reached out to touch her. The warmth of her soft skin sending bolts of pure desire through me. Her hand slid up my arm, her fingers tracing the muscles beneath my shirt, leaving a trail of sensations in their wake.

The bedside lamp was the only illumination, the soft shadows enhancing the contours of her face as she stood there, the silky black negligee clinging to her body. My heart raced at the sight of her, my cock straining against the fabric of my boxers, eager to be free.

"We've been thinking about this for too long," she whispered, her breath warm and minty against my neck.

Julie leaned in closer, her damp hair brushing against my cheek. I could feel the heat of her body, the sweet scent of her shampoo wrapping around me like a warm embrace.

I stepped closer, my breath catching in my throat as she reached out a tentative hand to trace the outline of my shaft. Her touch was feather-light, and I could feel her breath, warm and sweet, against my skin as she leaned in, her eyes never leaving mine.

Her hand found the waistband of my shorts, deftly hooking her fingers in and tugging them down. I stepped out of them, my boxers following, my cock naked now sprang to life, bobbing slightly in the cool air of the room, thick and eager. She took it in her hand, her grip firm but gentle, stroking it with a practiced ease that made me gasp.

Her touch was as if she knew every nerve, every inch of me, better than I knew myself. Her thumb swirled around the head of my cock, spreading a bead of precum around it.

"Are you ready?" she murmured, her eyes still focussed on mine as she sat on the edge of the mattress and brought her mouth closer to my cock. She licked her lips, her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, guiding it towards her mouth. As the tip of my cock touched her soft, wet lips, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if savouring the moment. The anticipation was exquisite torture as she kissed the tip, her tongue flicking out to taste it.

"Ohhh," I groaned, instinctively making sure I was not too loud, forgetting that now there was no need.

My fingers found their way to her long neck and shoulders, pulling her closer. My fingertips danced over the smooth expanse of her skin, feeling the goosebumps rise in response. The flimsy fabric of her negligee was the only barrier to her nakedness, which it did little to hide.

The warmth of her mouth enveloped the end of my cock. Her tongue swirled around the head, tasting me, teasing me, driving me wild. The way her hand moved coordinated with her mouth was pure artistry, a feeling of pleasure that I never wanted to end. I could feel her throat tighten as she took more of me in, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with increasing fervour.

Julie's eyes fluttered open, looking up at me through her thick lashes. She had a look of pure concentration, a determination to make this night unforgettable. And it was working. Already I could feel myself getting closer to the edge with every bob of her head, every moan she let out around my length. Her fingers played with my balls, adding another layer of sensation that had me gritting my teeth and biting back a groan.

There was no noise except for the sound of her slurping and the occasional gasp for air. My eyes rolled back in my head as she took me deeper, her mouth creating a vacuum that was both heavenly and maddening. I reached out to grab the back of her head, my hand tangling in her hair as I lost myself in the sensation. The sight of her, my sister, my lover, worshiping my cock like it was the most precious thing in the world, was almost too much to handle.

Her eyes searched mine for approval, for any sign of how much she was pleasing me. I nodded, unable to form words, and she took it as encouragement to go further. She pushed herself, taking more and more of me into her mouth until I could feel her nose pressing against my pubic hair. I really didn't know how she had learnt to do this, but what I did know was that I wouldn't last much longer, the tension building up inside me like a dam about to burst.

The feeling was intense, overwhelming, and as she somehow swallowed me down to the base, I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Julie, I'm gonna come," I warned, my voice hoarse with need.

She moaned in response, the vibration of her voice sending waves of pleasure along my cock. With one final, deep throat, she let me go, and I exploded into her mouth, her tongue swirling around to catch every drop.

As the last spasm of my orgasm subsided, she pulled back, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. She licked her lips, enjoying the taste of me, and I couldn't help but feel like the luckiest man alive. This was our secret, and in that moment, I hoped we'd spend many more nights just like this.

But tonight was just the beginning. We had the entire house to ourselves, a whole night to explore each other's bodies without fear of interruption. And as she swallowed and gave me a wink, I knew we were both eager to see just how far we could take this passion.

With trembling hands, I reached for the thin straps of her negligee, sliding them down her arms until the fabric pooled around her waist to reveal the fullness of her breasts, the perfect handful. Her breasts were not too large, but full and round, with nipples that stood at attention, begging to be touched.

I took one in my palm, feeling the weight of it, the nipple hardening further under my touch. Julie's eyes closed, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she leaned into my caress. I sat down beside her and gently pushed her shoulders down onto the crip, fresh smelling, white sheets on her bed She slid over making room for me to lie beside her.

I let my hand slip down her back, my fingers brushing the firm globes of her bottom before sliding around to the front, my fingers tracing a pattern over the front of her matching, lacy, black, knickers.

Her thighs parted instinctively, granting me access to run my fingertips between them, feeling the wetness that had already seeped through the material. I latched my lips onto one of her nipples as my fingers continued to meander between her legs and over her the soft skin of her thighs.

"Chris," she murmured, her voice a breathless plea, her hips moving upwards to meet my fingers, "take them off and touch me properly."

She knew from the last time that hearing her ask me to do things to her turned me on, so I drew it out a little.

"What do you mean by 'properly'?

She sighed, but played the game, "Run your fingers down between my wet lips, open me up and push two fingers deep inside me."

"Then what?"

"Then use your wet fingers to rub my clit slowly round and round," she whispered, shyly.

It was so sexy hearing my sister saying those things to me that I immediately grasped the waistband of her knickers and slowly tugged them down, the centre part sticking momentarily to the secretions emanating from her. She helped me by folding her legs so that I could remove them entirely and drop them onto the floor.

I stroked my hand up her leg gently until I reached her damp triangle of hair, then danced through her wetness, exploring the velvety softness. She was wet, so wet, that two of my fingers slipped easily into her right up to my palm.