My little sister and I never got along well, while I was the quiet one; she was always after me for something or another. She could never leave well enough alone. I love her as a sister, but would fantasize about us being more than just brother and sister.
She is a beautiful girl and very shapely. Our Italian heritage served her quite well in the looks department. Although she has always thought she was not very well endowed, I've always thought of her breasts as quite nice. I am four years her senior, me at twenty-three and her nineteen years, so I don't think she remembers when we were little and used to play, her with Barbie dolls and me with G. I Joes. We would have them kissing each other, and then we would act it out, kissing each other for real. Sloppy, wet little kid kisses.
As the years gathered, we grew apart. I've always had a love and desire for her, but she became bitter. Always wanting conflict and confrontation. I was never sure how to handle the situation, how to make her calm down and just live life. We spent year's hardly communicating at all during family functions and other get-togethers. We had mutual friends, so we saw a lot of each other, but she would shun me and always act like she had the one up on me.
Then one June day, at a Bar-B-Que I held at my house all things came to pass. I was at the grill laughing with friends and having a good time, beer in hand, when I heard her make a remark; a not so very nice remark, about me. I turned and glared at her, but she just looked at me and carried on like nothing had happened. Typical, I thought to myself, but this time I wasn't going to let it carry on.
I laid my tongs down and walked over to where she was gathered with some of our friends and, taking her gently by the shoulder, asked if we could be excused for a moment. I led her over to the other side of the yard and said, "Angela I know we haven't been the closest of siblings, but could you please refrain from denigrating me in front of my friends?"
She came back with, "Marcos, you deserve every word that comes from my mouth."
It was then that I couldn't take it anymore. My lust for her was at its peak as I looked down at her body. I am a good half a foot taller than her. Then our eyes met as we both anticipated the next comment. That was when I broke.
"You know," I said, " we've never gotten along well, and I don't quite understand why, but I would be willing to bet that if we had an incestuous affair, all that would change. I have the Italian Stallion you've probably never experienced and we could start anew"
Silence.
Silence like I'd never heard it before.
She just stared up at me like she was in total awe. Her luscious lips were parted, and then she gasped and declared she had to go. She gathered her things and left the party with no explanation.
It was the following weekend as I was home relaxing when I heard a slight tapping at the door, almost as if who ever was there didn't want to be heard. I peaked through the curtain and saw it was my sweet sister Angela paying a visit. I went to the door and opened it.
"Hey, little Sis."
"Can I come in?" she asked shyly.
"Of course." Was my reply.
I opened the screen door for her and she moved in cautiously, timidly, showing an anxiety I wasn't used to from her.
She looked up at me for what seemed like an eternity, her eyes all a glow and those luscious lips wet with anticipation. Instead of looking down on me, she was looking up to me, and I knew she wanted the shaft that was growing within the confines of my jeans.
I asked her if she'd like a drink and she agreed, so I made us each a gin and tonic. All the while she was looking at me, looking at me in a different light. Her eyes were glowing and she was obviously physically aroused. More than once her hands went to her breasts or wandered to the heaven that awaits us at the junction of all women's legs. It was as if she were in a trance.
I handed her the drink and she commented; "I feel a little awkward right now."
She took a sip, her eyes never leaving mine.
I gazed into her eyes and told her it was an awkward moment for me, too.
I took her glass from her hand and set it on the table beside us. We gazed lovingly into each other's eyes, then I raised my right hand to her cheek and lowered my lips to hers and we had our first passionate kiss since our early years. We kissed and kissed some more. From short pecks to long lasting tongue sucking, there was no limit. We were totally lost in lust. We kissed and French kissed and kissed and licked and sucked each other's neck and ears as we thrived in ecstasy.
I unlocked my lips from hers and went to her cheek, her ear lobe, then her neck.
"Oh, Marcos." She uttered as my lips and tongue tasted her soft, delicate flesh.
I couldn't get enough of her and the smell of her woman hood. My cock was harder than it had ever been and feeling like it would explode at any moment. She was moaning and sighing and when I moved my right hand to her left breast she gasped as if she had never felt that sensation.
I released her for a brief moment, we looked at each other longingly, and then we were in each other's arms in another passionate lip lock, our hands probing each other's bodies. I brought my hands up to cup her breasts again, and then decided it would be better to feel the actual flesh than her breasts through her blouse. I pulled away from her just long enough to pull her blouse over her head and toss it to the floor. She then grabbed me and brought our lips back together. We were breathing as if we had just run a marathon as I reached behind her and undid the clasps of her bra. I pulled her bra off and dove for her upper chest and then to the lovely mounds I had just exposed. My lips and tongue explored the velvety flesh, soft and white and delicious. My left hand cupped and caressed her right breast and nipple as my mouth explored her left. I found her nipple and sucked on it as she moaned and her hand went down to touch her sweet pussy through her jeans.
I brought my lips back up to her face as she reached over and grabbed my raging hard on through the shorts I was wearing. She gave a throaty moan as if in full agreement, then grabbed and pulled my shirt off and yanked my shorts down to my ankles.
Almost out of breath she gasped, "You are one hot dude, big brother." And dropped to her knees.