All the charecters are atleast 18 years old.
This is an incest tale and involves sexual activity between siblings. If you are not looking for this, please go away.
It all started with my lust for her. She was growing into a woman in front of my eyes. Gone was the time when I used to see her only as my sister. I loved her and that love had made me want her more. I would sneak into her room at night. At first only to watch her sleep, god! She was so beautiful, but then I had this urge to touch her and I did not knowing that these visits would stop. I would feel her boobs and sometimes put my hands down there but she would stir and I would just run away from the room. Once she just woke up. I knew she was awake most of the time when she started to lock her door at night and made attempts to hide her cleavage when I entered a room in which she was sitting or doing other work.
I had to make plans to do this if I really wanted to and that's what I did. I made a new e-mail address as a female and befriended her. Gained her trust. We talked about movies, and the tv series she liked to watch and shopping and everything she liked. Soon she started to like me. One day I dared to ask her about her sex life. I knew she was a virgin but I still asked. I asked her if she masturbated. She did, and a lot! I was happy to know this. I asked her if she didn't feel like a kid, 18 years old with a perfect 10 body, long tanned legs and still a virgin. She told me that her mom was very strict and she was not allowed to date.
I told her about the hypothetical girl I had created in her mind. I told her that my first time was not with an outside boy but my own brother. She was shocked and went of blabbering about how that was all wrong. I explained to her and changed her mind forever. I told her that I loved my brother and he loved me and sex was just another way to express that love. She did not reply, at least not for a couple weeks. I knew what she was doing in the meanwhile. She was making up her mind, looking at her brother, with 5'10 height and a muscular ripped body, in a sexy kind of way. I obliged. I roamed around the house with no shirt on. Sometimes when we were alone I would only wear trunks.
Then one day I received her email. She told me that she would try me once and then if she liked it she might go further. She wanted to know my story first so I told her.
'It was a summer night and I was unable to sleep. I heard someone open my door. I thought a burglar had broken into the house. I acted asleep. He came to me. I could feel his breath on my lips. The room was lit by moonlight so I knew who it was. He kissed my forehead and slowly caressed my face with his mouth. Licks and kisses later he pressed his lips on mine and sucked on them ever so slowly. He parted my jaw and did what I thought was gross when I saw people do it, he used the tongue on me. I don't remember when but I could feel the wetness between my legs. My brain knew I liked it so I didn't oppose. That was the most sensual kiss of my lifetime. He parted and I was suddenly angry at him for withdrawing later did I know he had better things in his pocket for me. He trailed his tongue down my chin and kissed my neck (I remember seeing a hickey in the mirror the next morning) and went further down. He opened the buttons of my shirt with his mouth which seemed fascinating to me; I could never do that. Kissing and crickets was the only sound in the night. If you want to know more I would tell you but you have to start with your brother.'
'Well that's the problem. Since the day I have closed my door for his night visits he has lost interest in me I need help in seducing him.' I told her that I would help and I did.
I told her to stop hiding herself. First came the flashing. I told her to never bolt the doors when they both were home alone. Whatever it may be, masturbating, changing or taking a shower. Told her to not wear underwear and wear low cuts and short skirts around him, and to always be around him and let him look. Told her to go to shopping and movies with him, even the 'R' ones.
And that's what she did. I seemed like she was rubbing her honey coloured boobs in my face all day. Sometimes I would be awarded with a glance or two of her beautiful shaved mound and I didn't complain. The sight alone was mesmerizing let alone the touching and feeling later. This went on for a while. She took a bath only when out parents were not home and the door was always open. She would wash herself very slowly and her nicely toned frame would make me hard. She would masturbate too. She did that a lot, in the shower, in her room, sometimes in the living room with me sitting on the sofa besides her, she pretending to watch the TV and I would watch her. I loved the teasing. I returned the favour. I started to jerk off or shower with my door open too. I knew it was time to move to the next stage. I felt like a game maker.
The email came. I told her to check whether I had changed my mind. Told her to check her clothes for my cum in the laundry and sometimes make eye contact while I was sizing her up with my eyes. Told her to feed more pussy to my eyes and my nose. She was intelligent enough to understand. She became more daring.
One day we were watching 'The Reader' in our living room. When the sex scene came, she started to finger herself right there sitting beside me on the couch. It was a beautiful sight. And then during the commercial break but she still had the fingers in her. They were advertising a very disgusting looking drink and I said I would rather die than drink that shit, and suddenly she stopped me right when I said die, her fingers on my lips, that were inside her a few moments ago. She looked me in the eye, looking sexy as hell, said we had to do a lot of things before dying, winked at me and rubbed her dripping fingers on my lips. She started to withdraw her hand when I took hold of it and licked it clean. That was my first taste of her. She kissed me on the cheek and we watched the movie.