Family Tragedy

I was born about a year before my parents were married. They were only seventeen and eighteen, but their relationship lasted. When I was six, my little sister Devon was born. My parents were close to me in age and we got along quite well. My sister and I were pretty far apart in age, so we got along really well too. I was always really protective of my baby sister, and it seemed like from the time she was born until I was eighteen, we were inseparable.

I still remember the look on her twelve-year-old face when I joined the marines after high school and she realized that I wouldn't be there for her like I always had been. I had given her the "be strong" speech before I left, but I knew that I would miss her as much as she would miss me. The first few years, I was able to come home on leave a couple times, but when I was twenty, I got shipped out and even after I returned to the US, I didn't get the opportunity to come all the way home.

That didn't mean that we didn't keep in touch. I wrote and called my family constantly. I had all the updates as to what was going on at Devon's school and Mom and Dad's work, and they heard all about my life in the Corps. The conversations always ended with an invitation and a promise of my visiting home again soon. Somehow it just never happened. That is until I received a call from my somber sister regarding my father's sudden death from a car accident. The next day found me on an airplane on my way home.

Standing at the baggage claim in my home town, waiting for my duffel to come around the carousel, I heard a familiar voice.

"Jason!" I turned around at hearing my name in the voice I knew so well. For a moment I scanned the crowd for the face that went with it; in my mind at least. My eyes widened as they rested on the young woman with dark auburn hair and a killer figure trotting toward me, a huge grin on her face. My shock at seeing her so grown up was replaced by the realization of how attractive she had become, immediately followed by a rebuke from myself for thinking that way about the baby sister I loved.

Pushing my last thought from my mind, I held my arms out and scooped up my little sister in a long-overdue hug. I squeezed her tightly and squeezed back as she said, "Oh Jason, it's so good to see you again."

We released each other and our smiles faded as we remembered the reason for my homecoming. We talked a bit as I got my bag and Devon took me to the car to take me home. Mom was at home taking care of the funeral arrangements and trying not to break down. Dad was only 42 years old and his death was sudden and tragic.

We arrived at an empty house with a note from Mom saying that she was sorry that she wasn't there to meet me, but that she had a lot of things to take care of and would be back later that evening. Devon and I went into the living room to watch some TV. We sat on the couch looking at the TV though neither of us was really watching it. The room was dark and quiet except for the TV.

"Thanks for the camera." Devon finally said into the silence. I had sent a digital camera for her birthday.

"Hey," I replied, "it was your big one-eight. I needed to get you something really nice. Especially since I wasn't here to celebrate properly."

"You know, Mom was only eighteen when she married Dad. I can't imagine being married with a child at my age. Mom and Dad must have really loved each other." There was a pause here. Then she said, "I wonder if she's OK." She sniffed and I realized that she was crying.

"Oh, Dev." I said as I held out my arms. She fell against my chest sobbing freely now. I held her close and stroked her hair as she heaved and shuddered against me. I could feel the front of my shirt beginning to dampen with her tears, but I only laid my cheek against the top of her head and continued to hold her. That was what she needed now; someone to hold her and be strong for her. I held her until she ran out of tears. She was sitting in my lap now, like she used to when she was ten and I was sixteen and her rabbit ran away.

She was exhausted and I was tired so I lay out on the couch with Devon held close against my chest like a child. She fell asleep there, a few residual tears sliding down to my arm. I looked down at her in the flickering light of the TV. Her dark auburn hair fanned about her face and across my arm. I looked down the line of her where it dropped down at her waist and then flared at her hips and tapered to her bare feet.

Now that she was asleep and the room was quiet, I realized that my arm was being clutched against her so my hand rested on her breast and my other hand rested on the flare of her hip. Her butt pressed back against my groin. The thought returned unbidden of what an attractive young woman she was now. I closed my eyes in an attempt to push the thought from my mind and maybe fall asleep, but the image of her jogging toward me in the airport, her now-ample breasts bouncing slightly came instead.

The mixture of that image and the warmth of her body against mine conjured an uncontrollable reaction. My cock stirred slightly and I was glad that she was asleep so that she would not feel it and I might have a chance to abate the feeling. I might have succeeded, but just then she stirred and her ass rubbed my aroused dick a couple of times and it sprung to full attention. She drew a deep breath and sighed. This rubbed my hand over her breast. I gritted my teeth in frustration.

While I was debating what to do, I saw headlights turning into the driveway. Mom was home. I panicked. If Mom opened the door and woke Devon, she would immediately realize my condition, and Mom would see as well. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom. I'm sure Devon woke up, but she would not have realized with all the movement. In the bathroom I took care of myself as quickly as possible, and then went out to greet my mom.

The rest of the night was spent normally. Talking to my mom and sister. Some of it about the funeral, some not. We were all exhausted and went to bed early. Back in my old room, I couldn't sleep. I tossed and rolled the hours by. I lifted my head up to see the clock. 3:30 AM. With a frustrated sigh, I got up to use the bathroom.

As I walked down the hall, I heard a whimper coming from my sister's room. Thinking that she was crying again and might need me, I passed the bathroom and went up to her door. I looked in to see her lying on top of her blankets. She wore an oversized white T-shirt and her knees were drawn up. I stopped dead as I saw that her right hand was down between her legs and her left hand was up under her shirt kneading her breast. Appalled at my reaction, I stood and watched as she worked furiously. Her breath came in more choppy gasps until finally her back arched and she cried out, "Oh Jason!" She collapsed back against the bed and murmured, "Hmmm, Jason I love you."

I was stunned and walked back down the hall to the bathroom. I didn't turn on the light, I just stood there. My sister was as turned on by me as I was by her. I was suddenly painfully aware of another hard-on. I had to get this under control. I couldn't just keep letting this happen. I quickly dealt with my erection, but before I could head back to my room, I heard steps coming down the hall. Wishing to avoid any questions of why I was in the bathroom in the dark, I silently slipped behind the shower curtain.

The light snapped on and I could see the silhouette of my sister through the curtain. She came over to the sink and washed her hands and splashed some water on her face. She turned off the water and stood for a moment and then said, "Jason?" A pause followed and then the corner of the curtain was pulled aside and Devon looked in. "I know you saw me Jase. And I know what I felt when we were on the couch."

She stepped inside the shower and put her arms around my bare torso. She rested her head against my shoulder. I let my arms encircle her. I closed my eyes as I rested my chin on her head.

"I've touched myself so many times thinking about you." She said finally. "How many times have you thought about me like that?"

"None before today." I said honestly. "Before today, you were still fourteen."

"I feel like I'm fourteen again since Dad died." She said softly. "Mom won't show it, but she's devastated too." She paused as she held me tighter. "I don't want to be alone tonight." She whispered into my chest.

I lifted her in my arms and carried her down the hall to her room. I lowered her on to the bed and lay down next to her. She had her shirt on and I had my pajama bottoms. What could really happen? I didn't want her to be disappointed. She turned her back to me and snuggled up against me. I was going to arrange things so that we didn't make the same mistake as on the couch, but she grabbed my arm and placed it the same as before she pressed her ass into my crotch again.

It was silent for some time and then I realized that she was slowly moving her hips against me. I felt the protest leave me and I moved my face close to the back of her neck. I inhaled her sweet fragrance. I found that my hand was gently caressing her breast. I felt her sigh as she could feel my warm breath on the back of her neck. I wrapped my other arm tightly about her taught belly and I nuzzled the back of her neck.

I heard her sigh and her gyrations became more noticeable. My eyes were closed and all thought had left me as though I were in a trance. I kissed the back of her neck and up around the side to her jaw line. Then up to her ear which I sucked into my mouth and nibbled. She jerked and a low moan escaped her throat. I continued to kiss and nuzzle the exposed neck and shoulder and massaged her breast, content with the warmth of her body and the obvious pleasure it caused her.

After what seemed like hours, she turned over to face me. One leg slid up and over my body to rub up and down the back side of my leg. Now she kissed me. Long lingering kisses on my chest, shoulders and throat. Both of our breathing was coming faster and deeper now. I could feel the heat coming from between her legs as she could feel the bulge between mine. My hand caught the hem of her shirt and traveled up her bare flesh beneath to her breast where I squeezed. I could feel her smile against my chest.

I rolled her over onto her back and followed so I lay atop her. I gathered her shirt in my hands and pulled it off over her head. I moaned as I saw her bare breasts for the first time. My head lowered to take her hardened nipple into my mouth as I suckled and kissed her breasts. My hand traveled down her soft yet firm body until my fingertips were tickled by the trimmed strip of hair between her legs. My fingers lightly stroked the lips of my baby sister's cunt. Her breath caught and I felt the muscles in her stomach jerk and tighten. I lifted my head and looked into her deep green eyes.

"Dev, if you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so. I know we shouldn't be doing this, so if you don't want it please say something now." For answer I felt her cool hands snake down my body to pass he waistband of my pants to grip my cock and squeeze.

"Are you kidding?" She rasped, "I have been waiting for this since I was fifteen." With that she leaned up and took my mouth with hers and we kissed, long and deeply. We kissed hungrily and almost feverishly while our hands stroked each other gently, lovingly. As I stroked her pussy lips I dipped one finger between them and sunk in. She broke our kiss to gasp loudly and her back arched. As my fingers began to stroke in and out of her, she resumed the kiss. My thumb found her clit and rubbed. She moaned against my mouth.

I too groaned as she continued to stroke my cock. I eventually had to break the kiss and take her hand. "You'll make me come too soon." I explained to her puzzled face. With that I grinned as I began to kiss and nibble my way down her amazing body. When I got to her cunt, I breathed deeply. She smelled delicious. I decided to make sure. I plunged my strong tongue in to lap up every last bit of her sweet juices. As my tongue explored, alternately licking and thrusting, my thumb went back to her clit. It was a matter of less than a minute before her her breath grew ragged and her fingers gripped my hair and she cried out as her body convulsed with release.

Pulling off my pants, I slid back up her body and placed the head of my cock at the entrance of her pussy. "Last chance." I murmured against her ear. She gripped my neck and growled, "Fuck me Brother!" I pressed slowly until she tightly enveloped the length of me.

"What is it?" She asked as I chuckled slightly. "I don't know why I expected you to be a virgin, or why it should surprise me so that you're not."

She looked away from me, "I waited as long as I could stand it. I always pretended it was you. I always..." I stopped her with a kiss. I began too move in and out of her. Plunging with long slow strokes. She is so tight that I can barely stand it. I began to pick up speed and her body moved with mine. Our bodies met each other like a smooth stone skipping endlessly across the surface of a lake. There was a sheen of sweat on both of our bodies and I grunted slightly with every thrust by the time that she began to cry out again and she tightened around me; her arms, her legs and her pussy all tightened and her back again arched with the intensity of her orgasm. I had put my hand over her mouth while I continued to thrust so her screams would not wake our mother.

The reaction of her body to her orgasm soon had me gritting my teeth and thrusting harder as I flooded her womb with hot jets as I came. I collapsed against her sweaty frame and we both lay panting, still intimately joined. Finally I slid from her body and rolled to her side. She cuddled into my side as I wrapped my arm protectively around her. She fell asleep with a contented sigh. I remained awake thinking about the best sex I had ever had. My commission was up in a few months. Maybe this was a sign that I was done with the marines and it was time for me to come home. Mom and Devon would need a man around the house again. As I looked over the beautiful naked body of my baby sister, I though that being the man of this house might not be so bad.