I have always loved long hair, long straight and silky.
To start off with, it was long blonde hair that I loved as my first crush was a girl called Alexis on my school bus and she had the most wonderful long blonde hair. I would always try to stand behind her and 'accidentally' brush against her or even better, stand 'way' too close so her lovely hair brushed my face... It was all very innocent.
Then there was my sister Elizabeth.... she had worn her hair long ever since I could remember. She had quite dark brown hair, long and dead straight all the way to her waist. I had never noticed it (or her) until after my fondness for long hair had started with Alexis on the school bus. But once I 'discovered' long hair, I suddenly 'saw' Elizabeth and started looking at her in a different way. I was 18, Elizabeth was 21, and no longer was she just a boring pain in the ass who bossed me about all the time, but she suddenly starting taking on new qualities. Sure, she still liked to boss me around and I would still find her unbelievably annoying, but I also starting finding myself trying to peek at her when she was brushing her hair, or as she removed the tie from her ponytail to watch her hair fall loose.
And then one day, my whole life changed. She came downstairs having just washed and blow-dried her hair, it was still damp and she had her hairbrush in her right hand. Our mum and dad were in the room as she walked in with me sitting on the seat next to where she sat down. "Will someone brush my hair for me please?" Elizabeth asked. Not wanting to sound to keen, I kept quiet for a moment.... but as she looked round to see if anyone had heard her, I appeared to be the only one who seemed to be showing the remotest of interest, but of course my apparent lack of interest was complete pretence. "Oh OK then" I said shrugging my shoulders slightly. I took the brush from her hand and started to brush very gently. I touched her hair and it was electricity to my hand, it felt so incredibly silky and soft.... I stroked her hair as I brushed it... it was beautiful. It was so straight, so shiny and it seemed to reflect different colours as it swayed. And OH the smell was fantastic. I wanted to bury my face in her hair for a lifetime. I continued to brush and she must have known how much I was enjoying it, I'm sure she really liked it too, she had a smile on her face which I could see now and then. I must have brushed for twenty minutes or so and I didn't want to stop. I had a raging erection and was actually afraid to move in case I embarrassed myself. My head was light and spinning and I was transfixed with how beautiful Elizabeth's hair was. Eventually, she turned and thanked me but said she had to go. I said that I would be happy to do it again anytime.
From then on, things were slightly different between Elizabeth and I. Whenever we looked at each other, there was a much more sincere and affectionate smile between us. And she actually started to talk to me, not just as a brother but almost as a friend, even though I was almost three years younger than her.
Two days later, she came downstairs again with slightly damp hair and a brush in her hand. "Would you mind Andrew?" she asked handing the brush to me, she didn't need to finish the question. Our mother was in the room, but of course said 'not at all' immediately whilst reaching for the brush. Again I brushed her hair with the same results... electricity, smell, touch, erection!! I sat behind her caressing her beautiful hair as I brushed.
This happened quite a few times over the next few weeks and each time I brushed Elizabeth's hair, I got a little more comfortable with doing so, going from only touching her hair where I absolutely needed to, to putting my hand on her waist or quite literally massaging her head and caressing her neck as I brushed. God, I got so turned on each time and I became acutely aware that I was starting to desire Elizabeth sexually... in a major way. I also noticed that she had started to close her eyes as I brushed her hair and even that her breathing started to become somewhat deeper and more concentrated. Our 'glances' at each other also seemed to be less and less like brother and sister as time went on and we started getting a bit 'playful' with each other now and then -- she'd elbow me as she walked passed or I would gently pull her hair. And then sometimes, I'd walk up behind her and stroke her hair and say something like "Oh Elizabeth, looks like your hair needs some love", to which she'd normally just turn and smile.
This went on for a very long time, at least a year and for all that time, I would regularly brush her hair. This 'intimacy' between us really started to get us close as brother and sister and even as friends. She rarely got her hair cut and she would wear it almost to her waist. To my mind, she was just perfect and I started to fantasise about her, which left me feeling very guilty.
One day, when I was left alone in the house, I looked for a picture of her. I searched her room, the lounge (where our parents kept most of the family pictures) and finally the spare bedroom and in a storage cupboard high up, I hit the jackpot. I found a pack of photos that I guess my parents had considered weren't family photos, but one of them was absolutely ideal for me. It was a picture of Elizabeth taken in her final year at school -- she must have been about 18... my age now. Her hair hung loose over her shoulders and she looked so pretty. I ran a cold sweat at finding it... I was so excited and immediately rushed to my bedroom and masturbated whilst screaming Elizabeth's name.
Elizabeth had been talking for some time about moving out and getting a flat of her own and she had now found one that she felt was right for her. I too was planning to go away to college. Consequently, we both knew that this 'pseudo-intimate' relationship that we had started was going to end at some point. When I stopped to think about it, I became sad and at that point I hadn't really realised just how much I was falling in love with her. I often wondered how she felt.
Some weeks later and faced with her impending move away from home into her own flat, she was stood at the sink washing up, her long hair loose and shiny behind her back. The house was empty apart from the two of us. We started talking and she said how much she would miss my touch... I knew what she meant and she sounded emotional as she said it. I told her I was really going to miss her too but hoped she would visit me when I was at college. She promised she would. Whilst we were still talking, I slowly walked up behind her and started stroking her hair. She continued to talk for a few minutes and I listened, transfixed by the beauty of her looks, her voice and of course her hair. Then she stopped what she was doing and fell silent, but she remained looking forward. I noticed she had closed her eyes but I continued to gently stroke her hair. I also started to caress the back and side of her neck. She stood with her eyes closed, her breathing getting heavier. I gradually leant forward until my face was very close to the back of her head. I could now feel her hair on my face but her eyes remained closed, she must have felt my breath on her neck. I gently pulled her back to me, wrapping my arms around her, my heart pounding but she didn't resist and I very gently kissed her neck just behind her ear. She groaned very softly and turned her face to mine. She opened her eyes and we looked at each other, only a couple of inches apart. How I wanted to kiss her, how I wanted to pick her up and take her up to my room, how I wanted to make love to her. But just as things might have developed, the front door slammed and our mother shouted "Hello, I'm home". Instinctively knowing that no one could see us, I very quickly leant forward and kissed Elizabeth on the lips, which lasted no more than half a second. As I pulled away I whispered "I love you Elizabeth, I want to see you again". It was a pretty stupid thing to say, as I would obviously see her again, she was my sister for goodness sake. But she clearly knew the meaning of my comment because as I backed away such that our posture didn't look suspicious to any onlooker, she nodded her head and whispered back softly "OK".
The next couple of days were agony... I just wanted to be alone with Elizabeth, especially as she had in so many words said that she felt the same way for me as I did for her. But because she was moving away, our mum and dad were everywhere that she was, helping her to pack, sort out her things, clean her new flat, move, settle in, get comfortable and generally keep her company. The strange thing about my sister was that she didn't have a boyfriend and I later found out that this was mainly because she had very small breasts that made her very self-conscious and consequently she lacked confidence. I always thought this was crazy as she is a gorgeous looking girl. So dad was playing the good father bit, helping at every available opportunity. I of course also helped wherever I could, but I became very frustrated at the lack of opportunity to be alone with her. Every night, and many times during the day, I got out her picture and fantasised about making love to her. I was completely entranced by her, obsessed with her, drowning in her, my own sister! I often wondered how I had come to let myself fall so deeply in love with her in this way, but realised it had grown inside me like over a long period of time and now there was nothing I could do to change it. It was in me, it had grown and now I couldn't remove it.
The following day, dad asked me if I would help him take round a table to Elizabeth's flat. I of course agreed and we disassembled the table and loaded it into the car... lucky my dad had an estate car at that time. It took us half an hour or so to get to her flat and as we parked up I could see Elizabeth looking out of the window. I hadn't seen her in a couple of days and although I had seen her flat before she agreed to rent it, this was the first time I had seen it as 'her' flat. As I walked up to the door she opened it, dad was still fumbling around in the car. She smiled a gorgeous smile at me and said "hello little brother, fancy seeing you here! Come on in.". I smiled at her as I walked in. As I entered the front door Elizabeth grabbed my hand and yanked me into the kitchen. "Now, where were we?" she said, still holding my hand.... "Oh yes!!" and with that she leant over to me and kissed me on the lips. This was better than I could possibly have imagined and a good sign that she had missed me as much as I had missed her. But unfortunately, for the second time our quick kiss was interrupted only this time it was dad saying "Hello, Elizabeth, hello!!".