It Started With A Kiss Ch 02 2

Copyright © December 2019 by CiaoSteve

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This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

Author's Notes

Foreword #1: All sexually active characters in this story are over 18.

Foreword #2: This is a story and intended purely for pleasure.

Foreword #3: The author does not condone incest, whether consensual or not.

Foreword #4: This is a second chapter in the "It Started with a Kiss" series. Whilst there is a quick recap at the start of the story, you may want to read the first part in order to get up to speed with the story.

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It was their first time away alone, brother and sister enjoying a well-earned holiday at the end of the summer.

"Look out for each other," and "don't do anything we wouldn't do," were our parent's parting words and I, for one, fully intended to do the same.

It's funny how things turn out. It was Susie who grabbed all the attention, thinking she had found love in an older lad called Heinz. To me it was obvious, but she sure didn't see it that way. In the end I could do nothing but let her go to that party and hope all would be okay. With Susie hopefully enjoying herself, I whiled away the time over a drink or two. It was that very night that Frankie first walked into my life, and I ended up running out of hers. Things hadn't worked out so well for Susie either and I found myself needing to play the shoulder to cry on, a task I managed admirably, maybe too admirably.

A few days after the party, Susie turned nineteen. I'd arranged a little something; a meal, some fizz and just the two of us watching the sun go down. It was only meant to be a nice surprise on her birthday. Little did I know that Susie would have her own surprise, by way of the most gentle kiss as day finally faded into night. It was wrong and I had told her so, but still I had allowed her to stay the night. After all, she only wanted a bit of company on her birthday, didn't she?

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By the time I'd shut the door and turned the lock, Susie was already half-sitting, half-lying on the bed with her head propped up by a couple of pillows. It was just as I had done that evening after the party. I glanced down at her, my eyes running from her toes up those sumptuously tanned legs, all the way to mid-thigh where her oversize tee started. It was bright red — if I was being cynical, I would say a slutty shade of scarlet, but this was my innocent little sister after all — plain but for a simple slogan emblazoned across the hidden curves of her chest. I couldn't help myself but stare, my gaze examining the statement on her choice of nightwear. Four little words and one emoji. Over and over I read the statement in my mind.

"Sometimes naughty, always nice," was followed by a kiss emoji.

I was still staring when Susie's voice broke me out of my state of engrossment.

"Aren't you going to join me?" she asked in the sweetest, most appealing way.

My eyes jumped, away from those words and her curves — honestly, it was the words I was so taken in by and not the appeal of her covered breasts — and up to Susie's face. There was something about her expression. The smile simply said, "what are you waiting for?" yet her gaze had a little touch of "can't keep your eyes off of me, can you?" I watched as she patted the empty bed at the side of her.

"You said we could be together on my birthday. Are you going to get ready for bed or stand there all night?"

I slipped off my shoes and made towards the bed, still fully clothed. I was almost at the point of sitting down when Susie butted in once more.

"What are you doing? Do you normally go to bed fully dressed?"

It was at that moment that a sense of fear spread from within. When I'd stayed the night at hers, she had been so upset that it didn't seem to matter what I had been wearing. Now though, Susie was expecting me to join her in my bed. It wasn't just a little company she wanted. My sister wanted to spend the night with me. Was I surprised? My brotherly side told me she only wanted a little company on her birthday, nothing more.

"But, Susie," I remonstrated, "I don't have any pyjamas."

There was laughter from Susie.

"Oh," she continued, "does Danny go to bed with nothing on? How exciting! I promise not to peep while you get undressed."

I watched as she raised her hands to her eyes, the hem of her nightshirt following suit and giving a teasing glance towards whatever underwear she had on. I guessed that the bubbly must have gone to her head as Susie really was in a playful mood. She had her fingers covering each eye, as if trying not to look. The smile on her face though, as I removed my top, suggested that my little sister could see just enough. She was going to be disappointed though as I climbed into bed — I quickly slid under the duvet and covered up — in my boxers.

"I thought you said you went to bed with nothing on," commented Susie, disappointedly.

"And, I thought you said you weren't looking," came my sarcastic response. "It was you who decided I wore nothing to bed, not me. And, anyway, you promised you would be good. I can always send you back to your room, even on your birthday."

"I'm sorry," came an overly apologetic reply, "yes I promised to be a good little sister. No more kisses . . . well, no more after this one."

Susie pulled back the duvet from her side and rolled underneath. As if on purpose, she made sure to fall against me, her lips making once again for mine. I saw it coming and, this time, turned away slightly such that there was only the sweetest peck on the cheek.

"Spoilsport," came Susie's slightly inebriated voice.

"I told you, Susie. It isn't right, we're brother and sis-"

"Sister," she mocked, cutting off my lecture in its prime. "I'm only teasing you. Now, what if it was that Frankie trying to kiss you. Would that be okay?"

"What?"

"I'm only asking," responded Susie. "You like her, don't you?"

"Well . . ."

"Oh, don't be shy. I saw how you looked at her. You like her Danny, and you'd like it to be her kissing you. I'm right, aren't I Danny? You like her more than you like me."

On that note, Susie rolled over as if in disgust with her back facing towards me. I so didn't want the evening to end like this. I'd done all I could to make Susie happy on her birthday, so why was she behaving like this? I thought carefully before responding.

"It's not like that, Susie. I do like Frankie. She's sort of . . . interesting. You though, well you are my sister and I will always love you."

"Show me," came an unexpected reply.

"Show you what?"

"Show me that you love me, like you did the other night. Cuddle up, protect me and show me that you mean what you say."

She had me there. I could ignore her and most likely upset her. How would I feel? It was her birthday after all, and I had sort of plied her with alcohol, for all the right reasons. Could I live with myself if she ended up crying off in a huff? I rolled myself over and inched forward until my naked torso was up against her clothed back. Reaching over, I wrapped an arm across her side and placed my hand down against . . . I pulled away immediately, feeling the unexpected softness of my sister's breast under my hand.

I hadn't intended to touch her there; I just hadn't thought about where my hand was going and what lay underneath. It seemed that Susie had thought about it as she was very quick to grab my hand and pull it back towards her. With a firm grasp she placed my open palm over her ample breast and held me tight. Was it my imagination, or could I feel every beat of her heart thumping through her ample curves?

With my hand on her covered breast, I simply lay there, trying as best I could not to make any movement. It wasn't so easy as the natural reaction when cupping something soft is to give it a tender squeeze. You know, when you cup a piece of fruit in your hand you apply the merest pressure to test the ripeness. It was so tempting to do the same. Susie seemed to have read my mind, using her own hand to press mine firmly into her young flesh. She wasn't happy with that alone and before long I could feel her pert ass shuffling backwards as she nudged firmly into my groin. With a touch of embarrassment, I felt my manhood twitch slightly as she wiggled her ass gently. I just hoped she hadn't noticed.

"That's better," Susie commented, "now I can feel you close to me."

"Yes, Susie," I replied, "but . . ."

"No buts, Danny."

I almost laughed as she wigged her own butt once more, at the same time quite hypocritically stating that there would be no buts.

"It's just a birthday cuddle. It's not like we're doing anything we shouldn't, is it?"

I had to agree. Other than being up close to each other, we weren't actually doing anything. It was quite relaxing, feeling her chest move with every breath, radiant warmth passing between our bodies. I couldn't be sure who fell asleep first, but for sure it wasn't long before I was away in the land of nod.

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I couldn't say why but it was the best night's sleep I had enjoyed in a long time, maybe the best ever. Perhaps it was just tiredness at the end of a long holiday, energy drained by all those hectic days chilling at the side of the pool. More likely it was the effect of half a bottle of bubbly, drunk as the sun faded into darkness. That was the obvious option. The other option, and one I shouldn't have been considering, was the calming effect of sharing my bed with another. Whatever the cause, I was enjoying the most refreshing sleep.

Was it an hour or many hours before I started dreaming? Actually, who cares? It was the dream to top all dreams, and still so vivid in my mind as I eventually started to rouse myself.

Funny isn't it, how dreams appear from nowhere, the blackness of sleep coming to life behind your closed eyes. Even funnier, how they just seem to happen. You can never predict nor influence the outcome. Instead all you can do is go along for the ride as your subconscious takes you on an imaginary journey, flicking between the bizarre, the exciting, the frightening and the exhilarating. All I can say is, this time around, I was in it for the good times.

I remember the sea, the deep blue sea, its gentle waves lapping around the brilliant white of a platform. Yes, that was it, I was standing atop a platform out over the open sea, standing there all alone. All went a little psychedelic as blues morphed into oranges and even red, the whole scene seemingly on fire as day became dusk. All, that was, except the brilliant white platform atop which I stood. Spinning around I looked in all directions. There was nothing but flame red sea reaching out in all directions.

The platform, that brilliant white platform, held me captive. A rail ran around all sides and here I was, alone amid the burning end of another day. How had I gotten there? Why was the sea burning this way? Who was she? Yes, that was the question. Who was she? I was no longer alone, a beautiful young woman now standing at the side of me. She had just appeared there, every man's dream girl materialising out of thin air. I stared as her form took on more definition.

"Susie, is that you?" I whispered at the still blurry figure. Then I noticed the redness of her hair. Was it just the reflection of the burning sea, or was this . . .

"Frankie?" I called out; the face still not quite recognisable.

There was no response, simply a finger held briefly up against her lips in a signal for me to ask no more. I hadn't noticed until that point, but now that she raised her finger, they seemed to take on full definition.

Lips, yes, she had lips, bright red plump lips, the colour almost matching the burning sea, the shine of lipstick reflecting those imaginary fiery waves. They simply oozed with sexual temptation. Who was this pouting back at me? It was like those lips were calling out to me.

"Kiss me, kiss me," repeated over and over again as words whispered enticingly into my ears.

I stood there, frozen to the spot. It was just so surreal, here was a beautiful young woman — maybe my sister or my would-be holiday romance — or at least here were her lips, calling out to me like a siren would lure the unexpectant sailor to his fate. Was this my fate, to constantly be reminded of that birthday kiss, to be taunted by that outpouring of emotion. Would the taboo of enjoying the feeling of your sister's young lips up against yours haunt you for the rest of your life? Whether it was Susie or Frankie — I still wasn't sure as the vision seemed to switch equally from blonde to red — my conscious was reacting as I knew I should have done earlier that evening.

"No," I called out into the silence, as she moved slowly towards me. "No, no, it's not right. We cannot ki . . ."

My words tailed off into a muffled noise, as her mouth met mine. There was nothing tentative this time, no dipping your toes in the water to test the temperature. Smooth, soft lips pressed firmly onto mine in the most sensual of embraces. I couldn't help myself but to respond to her every movement as she provocatively kissed me, her tongue darting out between pouting lips and teasing at my opening. I could feel the tingle in my skin and the thump in my chest as she set my heart on fire.

Who she was no longer seemed to matter, I was lost in that moment of desire, desperately needing more with every gentle intoxicating caress. Slowly my lips parted, providing a doorway for her probing tongue to reach inside. I waited, expectantly, hoping to feel the jolt of electricity as her tongue touched mine.

I almost screamed out into that fantasy as my dreamworld suddenly evaporated into darkness, those lips the last to dissolve away into nothingness. All that was left was the fading tingle in my skin and the slightest breeze across my neck. Almost as soon as it had arrived, my dream was gone and with it the focus of my desire. Was it a message, a subliminal ticking off from my own conscience, letting me know in no uncertain terms that what we did earlier that night was wrong? Did I really need telling? Was that the end of this wondrous dream?

Still, I could feel that breeze across my face, softly ebbing and flowing like the gentle breaths of an invisible companion. Out of the darkness came shadows. That's all they were, amorphous outlines in the gloom. I was lying down, of that I was sure, and with the chill of that gentle breeze I guessed I was not covered up. Yes, I thought to myself, I was here in my dream, now lying in my bed.

There was a touch lower down, maybe fingers tracing lines across my chest and stomach, heading southwards towards . . . yes, I felt it, a touch across my bulge. Yes, I had to admit to a little excitement down below as something small and gentle cupped my hardening rod. I could see nothing, but I could feel and hear everything.

"Oh Danny, what have we here?" came the whispered words of a young woman.

Still I wasn't sure sure. It sounded like Susie's voice, faintly whispering into the darkness but could it have been Frankie? I could still see the two of them on that platform, yet now it was a single voice . . . a single voice or was it a single sentence spoken by two sublime voices? It had started like Susie, but had the tone changed as she spoke? Was it once again my mind playing tricks on me, teasing me to choose for myself whether it should be my sister or my holiday romance? Was it down to me to make my choice? And, which choice would it be?

I may not be certain about the voice, but for sure there was a hand caressing my manhood. It had to be a hand, I couldn't see them but they were definitely fingers wrapping around my hardening shaft, teasing gently through my boxers. Just that simple touch had my cock quivering with excitement, blood filling its length the more she rubbed along my length.

"Mmmm," I moaned in my sleep as she continued to work my hardening shaft.

Just as my dream became most enjoyable, her gentle caress turned to more of a fumble. In the shadows I sensed movement, a youthful body knelt on the bed at the side of me. It was only a shadow, a provocative shadow deep in my sub-conscious, but still it was there. It was at this point, just as things become interesting, that I would normally wake. I do remember becoming a little restless, at which point the hands seemed to vanish leaving just a little chill across my manhood. I guess I must have settled down once more as the next I remember was the feel of slender fingers down below once more.

It was a little different this time. I could feel every digit, cool in temperature, as they wrapped around my hard rod, first gripping at the huge girth and then slowly easing up and down its full length. If this was what led to your morning wood, then I could sort of get used to it.

"Mmmm," I continued to moan gently as the imagery played with my mind.

Could a dream get any better than an imaginary hand working your hard cock? She was picking up a gentle rhythm, sometimes long slow strokes and other times shorter and faster. I'd never remembered a dream with a happy ending, but one would soon be on its way if she continued like this. A sense of restlessness grew once more, as I felt the urge start to build, and just as before all sensation down below came to an end; all that was except for the chill in the air.

Once more, the same. That hand would work my shaft almost to the point of no return, and as my moans became more vociferous it would stop again. So, this was it. A dream which promised so much but was little more than a tempting tease. Was it going to be third time lucky or was this going to be the curse of that taboo kiss?

In my dreamlike trance, I waited, hoping and longing for the gentle caress to return. I needn't be disappointed as, almost as soon as I had settled back down, I felt that hand holding my hard cock once more. This time though, it simply held my manhood pointing upwards, but no more. Oh, how I wanted the hand to slide along my shaft, or for my own hips to force an upwards movement against the holding hand. Oh, how I wanted to feel the gentle caress against my rigid member, to feel the release build inside. Oh, how I wanted . . .

"Mmmm," I moaned involuntarily, as something teased at my cock.

There it was again, a little flick of something soft against my head. Soft? Yes, soft and . . . I moaned again as my head was engulfed . . . warm. Struggling to raise myself, I stared into the blackness of my night-time dreamworld. I could feel it, a warmth smothering the end of my cock, gently easing back the foreskin before caressing at the exposed head. On and on the invisible tormentor lapped at my sensitivity, drawing fresh moans with every soft caress.

Still though, all I could see were shadows, dark grey shadows in the almost blackness, loose in form or definition but most definitely there. Still it continued, engulfing just a little more of my rampant shaft with every downwards movement before pulling back off, sucking gently as they left. They? Were there two? And sucking? Words flooded through my mind, as if jumping off the pages of a dictionary and suddenly coming to life. Bright red words floated through space, almost pursing at me as they appeared then disappeared once more. Words . . . no, not words . . . shapes were flooding my mind. One single shape to be precise, one beautifully seductive pair of red lips smiled back at me before lowering down once more onto my waiting cock.