The following episode is based on real incidents which occurred at different times but it has been consolidated for continuity & better reading. My sister was in her early twenties when this occurred. We grew up on a remote farm in Scandinavia where there weren't too many kids our age to play with and so we became closer than most brothers and sisters. We continue to share a very close relationship which hasn't been sexual for a few years.
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Through the muddled unreality of sleep, I thought I heard a knock. At first it was almost imperceptible but as I rolled over pulling the blanket up, it got progressively louder and then I heard someone whisper my name.
"Tor ...? Tor, are you awake?"
I looked at the clock on the night stand; it was 1:00 AM and wondered who it could be as I stumbled out of bed to open the door. There in the shadows of the hallway stood my younger sister; disheveled and tired and yet so vulnerably beautiful. I had just helped her move from Ebbo to Piirlahti and we had driven all day in the pouring rain. We were at my Uncle's place where she planned to stay until she could find a place of her own. This was a major change for her -- leaving behind three tumultuous years of a familiar lifestyle and a slew of close friends. She had finally abandoned an abusive marriage, divorcing her husband and was now starting afresh. I was staying the night and heading back home the next day.
"I can't sleep" she whispered.
We looked at each other for a while. It's strange how at certain times inchoate memories flash through your mind and at that moment she reminded me of the little girl who would come running to me when someone had bothered her and she couldn't handle the situation herself. She had been a pugnacious little tyke and I didn't envy the person who would try and bully her. I was almost six years older than her and while growing up, in fact, as far as I can remember, I was her protector.
Earlier in the evening she had complained that her body was aching from the tense drive and I had massaged her shoulders and back - both of us were acutely aware of our history and shortly after, the situation turned sexual. I had straddled her thighs and pressed myself against her ass, dry-humping her while she lay on her stomach her eyes closed in complicit submissiveness. This was like the many other times when she initiated the sexual side of our relationship. She was unsure of how to proceed; attracted to me and letting me know that she wanted me; using a language only we understood. It was when she was insecure and in transition that she needed me most. The massage was only a façade for the sexual contact she yearned for and knew that I was incapable of refusing but on this evening my Aunt had knocked on the door interrupting the variegated Freudian game.
"Hey you two, what do you want for dinner?"
My sister's face was flushed and both of us were breathing heavily and I was certain that my Aunt would suspect something. However, we managed to compose ourselves and talked about the trip over from Syracuse and how tired we both were. While they chatted, I left for my room hoping that we could be alone later but that never happened so at around 10:00 PM I took a shower and reluctantly headed for bed.
Now as I looked at my sister, trying to comprehend the situation, I was surprised and a bit confused but thrilled that she was at the door. As the possible implication of her presence dawned on my sleep befuddled mind, she leaned towards me and asked:
"Can I come in?"
I stepped back to allow her passage.
"Sure ... come on in."
I could never resist her. My cock, which had been partially erect, engorged and stiffened immediately protruding out, causing a prominent tent in my pajamas. I noticed her glancing at it as she stepped through the door attempting to be nonchalant but her expression gave her away; she was secretly titillated and elated that she could still excite me so easily. I closed the door and locked it.
She was adjusting to the darkness, her back to me, looking at the silhouette of the bed when I put my arms around her and pulled her to me. There was no resistance, only a soft sigh as our bodies molded to one another, my cock finding refuge within the cleft of her callipygian ass. We fit perfectly and stood without moving, our hearts beating to some muted, discordant rhythm while my cock throbbed salaciously against her letting her know that this was no innocuous, filial hug but rather, an incestuous incursion which like some volatile explosive was preprogrammed to detonate, ticking ominously as I waited for her to ignite the wick and trigger the reaction. She pressed her bottom back into me acknowledging my flagrant arousal and reached up with her right hand gently stroking the side of my face, murmuring softly while leaning her head back onto my shoulder and against the curve of my neck. I caught the subtle whiff of her perfume; Shalimar by Guerlain. I had bought her a bottle a few years back and she had loved the smell and had made it a point of wearing it when we were together. She had told me that it was her favorite along with Joy (by Jean Patou). I slowly lowered my right hand and finding the edge of her Tee Shirt, slipped it under it so that my palm was resting against the bare warmth of her stomach. And while I held her against me, she drew lazy, geometric patterns on my left arm which was still wrapped around her body just under her breasts. I could feel her heart pounding like a sledgehammer; she was both excited and frightened ... just like every other sexual encounter we shared.
My mind raced back to the many times we had played this game, like two fencers paring away slices of each other until, cut to the bone, one of us succumbed. When she was eighteen and I had complete control I had fucked her, a delectable incident which I have relived a million times in my mind. It was the first time for both of us and the only time we had actually had sex but there were many other times when we were older and had come tantalizingly close but she had always backed out, reluctant to breach our sanguine ties. Now as was always the case, I was intoxicated, drunk with desire for her and wasn't about to let her go; this time, I told myself, no matter what I was going to have her ... I was going to fuck her even if I had to force her. This time there was no going back.
I began rubbing her stomach, massaging her with tender up and down strokes working my way down the gentle slope of her belly towards the forbidden "v" of her crotch. She stood leaning against me, surrendering to the manipulations of my fingers content for the moment to play a passive role. I kept gradually increasing the length of my strokes, traversing further down her body, while my fingers kneaded the taut muscles of her tummy flexing under her skin. Having always been athletic, she was slender and firm and as I got lower, I could feel the flare of her hips and the corded tendons running down to her thighs. As my fingers continued downwards, I felt the elastic ridge of her panties through the gossamer material of her shorts and couldn't help recalling the many times I had masturbated into her panties when we were growing up. Every sensation was electric; tied to some erotic stimulus from our history together. I was surprised that she was letting me go this far and as my fingers wandered down between her thighs, my mind was being suffocated with lust shutting down any rationale or sense of higher reasoning and my actions were being directed solely by my carnal instincts.
I kept my fingers moving in slow, elliptical circles pressing firmly, pushing her shorts down towards her hips and when my fingers rotated upwards, I inched the band back then let it go snapping it softly against her skin. I wanted her to get used to the feeling of my hands invading the intimate places of her body; to breakdown her inhibitions allowing her senses to rule her mind. I kept going lower and lower, edging ever so close, being able to feel the soft curls of her pubic hair under her panties and brushing my palm against the outline of her vaginal lips. I would feel her tensing up but before she could react, I would move back up again, gently caressing her stomach and losing myself in the touch of her skin giving her time to settle down. Encouraged by the soft sounds and moans she made, I would repeat the whole procedure, kneading her stomach while moving lower to once again caress the outskirts of her vulva before moving back up again.
I kept varying my technique, sometimes flicking my fingers directly over her vaginal lips, grazing her clit, lingering there just long enough to feel her tremble and then anticipating her intervention, pulling back to massage her stomach again. Or, I would run my hands all the way down between her legs, letting the edge of my hand brush against her slit while kneading the sensitive region of her inner thighs. I knew she was on edge, being driven crazy with desire and very close to losing control. Her breathing had gotten irregular and she had begun rotating her hips, her body undulating and pressing back against my cock, the frottage pushing my foreskin back and forth, rubbing against the sensitive head. I was seeping uncontrollably; my pre-cum drenching through my pajamas and wetting her shorts. It was surreal, we were fused together like statues lit up by the moonlight streaking in through the curtains, leaking the profuse magna of our incestuous desires while I played with her body; it was just incredible.
She began to relax, comfortable with the feel of my hands on her body, complicit now in my overt efforts to masturbate her. I knew that I had to press the advantage and let my fingers drop between her legs cupping her pussy into my palm. She tensed up immediately but I held her tightly against me and began caressing her with renewed fervor moving slowly up and down the length of her slit, parting her lips with my middle finger and pressing insidiously down against her little nub. I heard her gasp and though she was pinned against my body, her hands came down over mine in a feeble attempt to stop me but I needn't have been concerned; inveigled by her carnal desires she pressed my fingers into her slit while her hips rotated in tight little circles.
"Unhh ... oh, God, it feels so good, please, we shouldn't ..." It was a whisper.
"Shhh ... don't fight it ... just go with it, baby girl."
I felt her body jerk and tremble and then resigned to the needs of our bodies, she laid her head against my shoulder and moaned into my neck while spreading her legs to give me better access. I could feel her heart pounding as she reached behind her and holding me by my pajamas, pulled me into her.
