This is my very first story. It involved brother/sister incest and non/dubious consent. If those are your kinks, like they are mine, I hope you enjoy!
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I grew up in rural Lancaster, Pennsylvania, but I'd been to Philly a couple times growing up. My entire fifth grade class was bused to the art museum on a school trip, and my parents once took my baby sister and me on a tour of the city's historical sites. Museums are stifling, mind-numbingly boring places for ten year old kids, and history didn't exactly rev my engine as a teenager. Being there, though, among the tall buildings, the smells coming from the restaurants and cafes, and the people -- so many of them, and so different from the (mostly white) ones I grew up with -- I was hooked. I moved here at age eighteen for college and, seven years later, still haven't looked back.
I made the hour-long trip home just once a year, at Christmas, and only so I could see my little sister Hannah. Despite our seven year age difference, we were always incredibly close. From the moment my parents brought her home, I was determined to always protect her and give her anything she wanted.
She'd always been a beautiful girl. While I look like our father -- tall, blonde, and tan -- she inherited our mother's thick, wavy, red hair, blue eyes, and porcelain skin. At 5'5", she's six inches shorter than I am, and she'd recently developed pretty curves on her slender frame. She would tell me about boys at her school asking her out, but she'd always turned them down, which suited me just fine, since none of them were good enough for her, anyway.
I felt horrible moving away from her when I left for college, but it was for my own sanity. I wouldn't have been a good big brother if I was miserable all the damn time. We talked at least once a week, keeping each other up-to-date on our lives. I'd spent the last few years doing my best to convince her to move to the city after she graduated high school, but she'd always been an anxious girl, and I think she was scared to make such a huge change. When she turned eighteen last month, I called to wish her a happy birthday and pitch her my idea to celebrate.
"How would you feel about coming to stay with me for a few days next month?" I offered. "You've got that fall break coming up, right? And October is a great time to visit colleges. You'll have me as your guide, so you'll have nothing to worry about."
"Derek... I don't know. I mean, yeah, I've got to start applications soon, and, ok, I have no clue where I want to apply, but..." she trailed off.
I was sure she would turn me down, so I played on her unwillingness to ever disappoint me. "Come on, Han. I've lived here for seven years, and you've never once come to visit me," I said, attempting to sound wounded. "I'm dying to show you my place, my city. It would really mean a lot to me, sis."
"Ugh! That was a dirty move, Derek," she complained, halfheartedly. I grinned like an idiot, knowing I had her, and she relented, "Fine, you win."
~ ~ ~
So, there I was, one month later, standing at the train station and awaiting Hannah's arrival. I'd planned out our next four days and nights, packing them with visits to four different universities, restaurants I thought she might like, and even a bar or two that I knew wouldn't card her. What I hadn't planned for was the air leaving my lungs the second I saw her.
I almost didn't recognize her, at first. Her long, red hair, which had hit just below her waist when I saw her last Christmas, now flowed perfectly wild around her shoulders. The bare face I was used to seeing was now made up, subtly enhancing her already-lovely features. Her v-neck t-shirt exposed the swell of her white breasts, which looked to be at least a C cup, and her skinny jeans hugged her long legs tightly.
My dick twitched at the sight of her.
What the fuck?
I thought.
This is your sister, you sick perv.
But she didn't look like my Hannah, like the little girl I'd seen only ten months before. She looked like a woman, now, and -- even worse -- like a woman I would kill to fuck.
After covertly adjusting myself and shaking off the unbidden and unwanted thoughts of sinking my cock deep into my baby sister, I shouted out, "Han!" Her pale cheeks were bright red as quite a few heads turned toward the sound of my booming voice, but when she saw me, she ran as fast she could and threw her arms around my neck, smacking at least a dozen kisses on my cheek. Her breasts against my chest and her soft lips on my skin had my dick stirring again, and I prayed that she couldn't feel the hard on I had for her. I'm sure I was mistaken, but I could have sworn her hips rocked, almost imperceptibly, into mine.
"Derek! I am so freaking happy to see you, big brother," she said as she beamed up at me, her arms still around my neck and her body still flush with mine. "I can't believe you talked me into this. I'm so nervous being here. You promise you won't let me out of your sight, right?"
I was thinking that it would be impossible to see anything else
but
her, but all I said was, "Not even for a second." I grabbed her pink, girly duffel bag from her, and we started walking toward the cabs. I had to ask, "You look so different, Han, so grown up. What made you change your look?"
"I'm eighteen now, and I was tired of looking like a little kid. Plus, I didn't want to come here and embarrass you by looking like a total rube."
I threw an arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. "You could never embarrass me, kid. I know I shouldn't say this, since I'm your brother and all, but you look really hot, so... mission accomplished, I guess." She playfully punched me in the arm, but I saw the hint of a pleased smile on her face.
We went back to my apartment, and I set her up on the couch and told her to rest up for the packed schedule we had the next day. I was going to let her sleep in a little, but she must have been too anxious, and she was knocking on my bedroom door at 6 a.m. I put my pillow over my face and groaned but called out a muffled, "Come in."
"I couldn't sleep, Derek. I'm really nervous about today. Is it ok if I hang out in here until you're done sleeping?" I lifted the pillow a little bit so I could reply to her, but my words caught in my throat, and I had to quickly move the pillow to cover my growing erection. I figured Hannah would wear oversized t-shirts and baggy sweatpants to bed, but no, not my newly-adult baby sister. She was wearing what looked like a tiny, thin-strapped nightgown that ended just above mid-thigh. It was a dark blue that made her skin look fucking angelic. Her eraser-sized nipples hardened in the cool air of my room, making it impossible not to look at her round, pert teenage breasts.
I realized she was waiting for a response, so I cleared my throat and managed a raspy "sure." She joined me on my bed and opened the book she'd brought with her, but it didn't take long before that book slipped from her hands and her breathing became deep and even. I lay there, mesmerized by the rise and fall of her breasts. I ached to reach out and cup them in my hands, run my thumbs over her nipples. I was about to do just that when she rolled onto her side, facing me. The shift caused the hem of her nightgown to ride up a few inches, exposing the enticing skin of her upper thighs. This, I couldn't resist. I very lightly ran my fingertips over that skin, and when she didn't stir, I used my full hand to feel its silky smoothness. Watching her peaceful face for any sign that she was waking up, I crept my fingers up under the hem and back to palm her firm ass.
My cock strained towards her, begging me to let it find relief inside of her. It was then that I admitted to myself: I wanted my sister, and I wanted her
bad.
I could no longer deny it, so I now needed to figure out what to do about it.
~ ~ ~
After touring a couple universities that day, we went back to my place and ordered Chinese. I could tell she was getting more excited about being here, being in the city. I'd shown her how to take the bus, trolley, and train, how to order from a food truck, and how to navigate through the crowded streets of Center City. She became more confident during the course of the day, and I couldn't help admiring her sparkling eyes, which took in all the new sights, sounds, and smells with wonder and enthusiasm. They made her even more beautiful. She still had some anxiety, though, and I wanted to see if I could loosen her up.