Introduction:
If a year ago, you had asked me if I would ever have sex with my sister, I would have confidently said no. This is for a few reasons, of varying magnitudes. Firstly, I didn't think that I liked my sister. If I could have rerolled the dice to try and get a new sibling, I would have certainly done it. Secondly, I knew that incest was wrong and frowned upon in society. If the two of us were to get caught, nobody in our city would be able see past it. The final reason, and perhaps the most colossal, is that she was hardly 18 years old, and I was 21.
You may wonder why I even noticed my sister's sexual presence. I guess I would wonder that too, if I'd never seen her. The girls my age had fuller breasts, longer legs, and could put makeup on more attractively, but they did not interest me. It was instead my younger sister, Amanda, who would raise my dick and catch my eye. She was about 5 and a half feet tall, and probably no more than a hundred and twenty pounds. Her blond hair fell captivatingly to the middle of her back, and her big blue eyes glowed as they held you in their line. My stomach would churn each time I made eye contact with her. I simply can't emphasize that enough, her eyes rested like diamonds, waiting to be glared into by a daring prince. There was never any doubt in my mind that she would grow up to be the finest woman of the generation.
As your eyes descended her figure, they would come across her chest. Naturally, there wasn't anything ridiculous to get caught up on, but she definitely was still at the head of the pack considering her age. Her smooth, tan skin, shone like melted gold that reflected light in the most seductive manner, and this more than made up for her smaller breasts.
This is the part that I wish I could more adequately describe. Her ass and legs were without a doubt the sexiest formation of human flesh that I'd ever seen. They haunted me. Each time she walked by, I fought a losing battle, failing the test of keeping my boner down. She ruined porn for me, when she sat next to me on the couch in her short shorts, I almost didn't care how obvious it was that I was looking at her lap. Her muscular, toned and golden legs, could have wrapped around my neck and snapped it, and I'd have let them. They were hairless, and curved in every place they should have been. Her thighs were strong, and rounded in the front. Once or twice I would brush my hand against them, then dismiss myself to go and relieve the tension that was brewing in my balls. Her calves curved in like they should on a well kept woman's body, but hers made my heart hurt. And then there was her ass. Were I to ever find a genie, I'd have used all 3 of my wishes just to get to squeeze her perfect butt. It bounced when she ran, and stuck out more than any other part of her body. I swear that I dreamed 7 days a week about how someday her husband would get to cum on it whenever he pleased. Nothing pissed me off more, even though I still claimed that I didn't like her.
Why was it that I didn't like her anyway? Well, it was because I thought she was underdeveloped internally. I imagined that her body was devoting all of its resources to making her as close to perfect as possible on the exterior, that it forgot to allocate anything to the endeavors within. She complained and whined a lot. She cried too often, and she started arguments just for the hell of it. It seemed like she enjoyed making me angry.
Despite all of this, I still acknowledged that she was the sexiest person I knew. I swore to myself that given the opportunity, I would not have sex with her. It both gave me comfort, and discouraged me that I would never have to turn her down. I knew that it was impossible that she would ever even think about me in a way similarly to the way that I thought about her.
I know it's hard to envision my feelings for her. They were bizarre, I'm aware of that. In summary though, I thought of her as a sexual queen, who commanded my penis to rise and fall at the slightest whim. She pissed me off though, and in response to this, I told myself that I didn't like her. Was my opinion of her body more valuable than my opinion of her as a person though? 8 months ago, I found out.
Part One: Sexual Frustration
I'd been on my summer vacation for a little over a week at this point. I had finished my junior year in college, and was as far from ready as possible to begin my senior year. Luckily for me however, I had the entire summer ahead of me. I planned on sleeping as much as possible, masturbating a lot, and eating whenever I could. On this particular day, I had just woken up at around noon. I was wearing my sweatpants, and a tee-shirt, while sitting in the living room eating a bowl of cereal. Both of my parents had left already for their respective destinations. My father was downtown at work, and my mother had gone the night before to visit her sister in California. I had found a note on top of the kitchen counter stating that I was in charge of my sister while the two were gone. Like the responsible babysitter that I was, I did not bother looking around the house to see where my sister was. I figured it was more likely that she was fine, than not fine, and frankly I didn't care.
The television was on loud, but quiet enough that I could hear the back door slide open and closed pretty quickly.
"Amanda? Is that you?"
"Yep." I heard footsteps, and a few moments later, saw her walk through the doorway of the living room.
"Where were you?" I asked.
"I was just going for a walk, why?"
"Eh, just curious." She stood for a second, and then turned around to leave the room. As she walked in the opposite direction, I got a chance to look and see what she was wearing today. I wasn't disappointed. She was wearing a very loose off-the-shoulder shirt, to show off her tanned upper body, and she was wearing cargo shorts that ended just above the middle of her thigh. She was also wearing purple striped socks that showed off the shape of her adorable feet. It dawned on me that I could have looked over to see her wearing just about anything, and it would have been very unlikely that I would have been disappointed.
Most of the conversations that I had with my sister were this short. They often were very technical, and with a direct purpose. We never conversed for the hell of it.
I continued to watch television for a few more minutes, before I decided that I would go get something to drink from the kitchen. I walked in, and saw my sister at the table reading something. As I walked by, she looked up at me and gave a slight smile. I nodded and proceeded to the fridge. I poured myself a glass of cranberry juice, then went to sit down at the table with my sister. We were quiet for a minute, but as soon as I leaned in to take a sip of my drink, she looked up at me and asked,
"Nathan, do you have a girlfriend?" I was taken a bit by surprise, but responded rather quickly.
"No, why do you ask?"
"You should have one." I wondered how to interpret that, if it was a compliment, or more likely if it was to make fun of me.
"I'm not in any hurry. When the right one comes along, I'm sure that I'll know." She tilted her head. "Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked.
"No silly, I hate the boys at my school." She laughed a little bit as she spoke, and it frightened me just how much pleasure I got out of making her laugh. "I'm too young for that anyway though, aren't I?"
"Probably," I answered. I personally thought that she was quite old enough to be in a relationship, but I didn't feel comfortable enough to talk about it with her so I shut the conversation down. She nodded and looked back down at her book. I watched as her beautiful eyes scanned the pages. A few flips later, she jumped in her seat and looked up at me with excitement saying, "Oh! I just remembered! I picked out some new clothes yesterday with my friend that I wanted to show you!"
"Alright," I responded. She ran out of the room, leaving her book open on the table. The pages of her book all flipped back over to one side, and I inhaled frustratingly that I now had to wait however long just to see my sister in some new clothes. It took her a while though to come back downstairs, so I started to imagine what the clothes would look like. I imagined what my sister's body felt like. It occurred to me that I hadn't jerked off the day before, and so I groaned to myself, deciding that when my sister finished showing off her new stuff, I would go upstairs and yank one out. As if on queue, she returned. My dick wasted no time rising to its maximum height. My mouth watered as I looked over. She pranced in the room wearing shiny, tight black leggings and a tight shirt that seemed to be barely more than a bra. Her entire stomach showed, and the shapes of her legs showed through, which was my favorite thing about her anyway. She walked up to me with a big grin, and stood about three steps away.
"Wow, you look really nice!" It was all I could say, though I wished that I could tell her the truth, and reveal that I wanted to taste her.
"Thanks! I love them so much!" She gave me a slow twirl, allowing me to look at her unsuspecting, innocent and erotic ass. I don't know what it was that happened next. Whether it was all of the pent up hormones that I had from not relieving myself in the past 24 hours, or if it was just the years of sexual denial I had to face from looking at my sister, but I asked the question all of the same.
"Those are really cool pants, can I feel them?" My heart didn't beat for seconds after I asked. It seemed like an eternity before she responded. I hated myself so much in that moment for asking, I hated that I allowed myself to risk everything, but at the same time, I imagined what it would be like if she answered, "yes."
"Sure!" she beamed out the most happy smile I'd ever seen and hopped over to me, pointing one of her legs out at me. My cold and shaking hands reached out in slow motion to grab it. They made contact with her calf, and rode their way up her knee, and up her thigh, and to her hip, where I grasped her and pulled her towards me. I put my other hand on her other hip, spun her around, and sat her down on my lap. She wriggled her ass so that my throbbing, rock hard boner rested ever-so-tightly between her cheeks. She looked back at me over her shoulder and asked, "Is that your phone?"
I stuttered, "Y-yeah. It's my phone, sorry, you can stand up if you want." She giggled, and wriggled her ass a little bit on my cock. Every inch of my body vibrated, and burned with passion. I wanted so badly to stand her up, and tear her clothes off. I could feel my hands shaking on the fronts of her thighs. They clenched up tightly to show off their muscular form, and I felt my balls begin to tighten up. My hands continued to stroke her legs, and slowly moved up towards her belly. I felt her smooth and warm skin on my palms, and the sunlight from the window on the back of my hands. I felt like a tiger stalking an antelope. All of my senses were heightened, I noticed everything, and took in each moment as if it were a gift from the god of love. I inhaled the scent of her hair deeply, and closed my eyes, smiling. When they opened a moment later, I saw Amanda's pretty eyes looking back at me over her shoulder. Her white teeth shone through her red thick lips, and I continued to feel up her body.
"I love you Nathan," she whispered. She said it so seductively, that I could have sworn that she knew the pleasure she was arousing in me. My hands dribbled their way back down her perfect form, to her crotch, where they rested as I said, "I love you too Amanda." Her smile only widened. I didn't know how I hadn't came in my pants yet. But seconds before I would have, she stood up and faced me, bending forward with her hands on my knees.
"I'll be right back, I'm gonna go get some more of my new clothes." I grunted, rather than insist that she stay a moment longer. Her ass bounced as she fled from the room. I pressed the bottom of my right palm hard against my solid cock, and rubbed it back and forth through my pants. I was for the second time that minute, close to the edge when I stopped. I'd come this far, I didn't want to waste the moment on my own hand when I could be feeling my sister's body in another minute or so.
