Sibling Love

Author's Note

: Here's chapter two of my romantic incest story. It may be too melodramatic for some, but make sure you send me feedback if you read it anyway. At this point, I'm not sure if there'll be more, but we'll see.

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Dear Journal,

I remember when I began this journal, years ago, I would always write in it with the idea in mind that someone else would one day read it and learn from it. That was when I wrote about my thoughts, about the world, about what it was like to grow up feeling different to everyone else you've ever met. Even my musings on Danielle, I thought, would enlighten another poor soul who would one day go through the same thing I went through. But now...now I have to commit to these pages something so scandalous I hope no one ever reads it.

It's not that I'm ashamed – although, I do feel something rather different to happiness – it's just that what I did – what

we

did – would never be understood by anyone who hadn't experienced the same thing before. People would pass judgement on us before they even got to know us or the circumstances of the event. I don't expect people to understand and I have no intention of telling them; but already I can feel the weight of keeping it a secret.

Okay, then – here it is:

I fingered my sister.

And yes, I mean that in the exact same way that first comes to mind. I had my fingers...inside her. Not only that but, we kissed and we cuddled and I told her I loved her. And I meant it. I thought it would feel so wrong saying those words to her but it didn't. A little strange, certainly, but not wrong. I suppose that, having distanced ourselves from each other for so many years, we aren't exactly a paragon of the brother-sister relationship, and so maybe that's why it didn't feel as forbidden as it should have. It's not that she's just like any other girl to me – she isn't – it's just that it wasn't as uncomfortable as I thought it would be. I guess that's something.

So what was it like? Well, it was...great. It was so much like what I hoped my first sexual experience would be like. It was tender and romantic and soft and gentle. We were lying on the couch, bodies pressed together with a blanket over our legs, and it just sort of happened naturally. Well, Kyla asked me to do it, but I had a feeling it would have happened anyway. And there was no awkward, unspoken question of sex either, which took away a lot of anxiety. We just...connected.

To my dying day I'll never forget what it felt like having two of my fingers buried deep inside her vagina, my arm wrapped around her and my mouth kissing the soft flesh of her neck. It was the most erotic and sensual embrace I've ever experienced, or ever seen, really.

I know now how potent love can be and how easy it is to see it. Maybe I was in love with Danielle at one point, but I can't ever remember feeling for her the way I felt for Kyla in those moments. It was almost painful, like something was clawing its way through my chest, trying to get out. I know also why sex is the logical step for two people in love, because right then I couldn't think up enough ways to express how I felt about her. I felt like just giving up because I knew that, even given a lifetime with her, I wouldn't be able to convey all that love – not with words, not with gifts, not even with physical affection. I certainly tried though.

I'm left to wonder now whether it will continue, whether it was just a one-off. My heart and my mind both tell me it wasn't, that it can't possibly be when we said those things to each other and shared what we did. But even more so, I'm left to wonder whether sex is on the horizon and whether, even if I want to, I'll be able to stop myself.

I did last night, which I know was something I wanted to do. I couldn't stand to turn it into a simple case of mutual physical relief. If Kyla had returned the favour simply because she felt she had to, I wouldn't have derived much pleasure from the experience. It was better, I think, to offer her something she wanted and something I wanted to give her without trivialising the experience. I wanted only to hold her in my arms and fill my nostrils with her sweet scent, which mingled easily with the smell of her sex.

It's hard to find strangeness in all this, but, sometimes, if I shut my eyes and then quickly open them and read one of the sentences I've written, I realise just how bizarre it really is. I guess it's a testament to how right it is that I don't feel awkward writing about it. At first I thought the knot in my stomach that appeared whenever I thought of Kyla was guilt or shame – but now I think it's love. I think of her and picture her and I can't help but smile and remember what it was like to touch her skin and kiss her lips.

So many years of looking for love, for the right girl, for someone who understands me, and all this time she's been right under my nose.

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Dear Diary,

I cannot possibly express the elation I felt this morning – and am still feeling – after I woke up from what was perhaps the best night's sleep of my life. After my almost surreal experience with Kevin last night, I simply returned to my room after parting ways with him outside my door, with a kiss of course.

Once I was in bed and under the covers, however, I pulled my pants and my panties off and lay there, naked from the waist down, with a memory so vivid that I could almost feel Kevin's fingers inside me again. I fell asleep like that – the taste of my own juices on my lips and the thought of Kevin's fingers between them.

When I woke up I was rested and relaxed and wanting Kevin again. It was impossible, though, to go to his room when mum and dad were probably home. I don't know if they'll be going out today or if I'll be forced to wait an unknown amount of time until I can be alone with Kevin again. I want to feel his hands on my back again and his lips on my neck; I want to touch him the way he touched me and make him cum like a storm, so he can taste the fruit that I tasted last night.

I ended up pleasuring myself after I woke up, so that I wouldn't be so horny when I left my room, but it was dull and boring. I want Kevin to do it, like he did last night.

I'm not sure how healthy it is, thinking of him so ardently and so often. I guess I'm still too far into that state of bliss to worry about things like hiding it from mum and dad and what will happen in the future. The latter, especially, terrifies me. I want to ask Kevin about it – to ask him whether he'll stay with me forever and run away with me where we can be together in public – but I don't want to frighten him.

Oh, I'm so happy. I think I have to cum again, though.

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Dear Journal,

The first time I saw Kyla today was everything I'd expected. My stomach instantly tied itself in knots and I could vividly taste her skin in my mouth and feel her hips in my hands. We both kind of froze for a moment when we saw each other in the kitchen; then Kyla broke into a huge smile and I couldn't help but follow suit. I wanted to pick her up and kiss her all over until she squealed with delight; but I couldn't, of course.

With a cautious glance at the door, I crossed the room so that I stood a mere foot away from her, smiling down at her beautiful face. Bravely, she crossed the rest of the distance between us so that we were almost toe-to-toe. Her smile was a sight more astonishingly beautiful than any I've ever laid eyes on, and it sent a shockwave along my spine.

"I had fun last night," she whispered, soft as a breeze. Mum and dad could have been anywhere, but her presence was like a magnet, like a drug – I needed more.

Me too

, I mouthed.

Let's do it again

, Kyla mouthed back, her lips wrapping slowly around each word as I watched them.

"When?" I whispered.

"The next time we're alone," Kyla replied. "I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel."

"You already have," I told her, and her smile widened.

We heard footsteps then, in the living room, and quickly broke apart, trying our best to look casual and aloof. Mum walked into the kitchen sporting a pair of green rubber gardening gloves and an old baseball cap. Clearly she had been pottering around in the garden. Just then I heard the telltale

vroooms

of dad gunning the lawnmower to life. Mum and dad would both be outside for most of the morning and yet I still couldn't do anything with Kyla for fear of being caught. We'll have to tread carefully, that's for sure.

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Dear Diary,

I was beginning to have withdrawal symptoms, hiding in my room on Saturday afternoon, daydreaming about Kevin. I don't know what's come over me; I certainly never expected myself to be this kind of girl, but God he just makes me so hot now.

All that time alone let me think though, and let me make up my mind about something. I want to make love to Kevin; I want him to be my first. And I don't want to wait either; I want to feel him inside me, so badly I can almost feel it already. I'm going to go to the pharmacy and buy some birth control pills too, because I don't want to use a condom – I want him to cum inside me. I know it would only be a thin, rubber membrane between us, but it would feel like a steel wall.

I don't know how he'll react, but he must have thought about it too. I think we both know it's coming, though maybe later rather than sooner in his mind. I'll convince him though, and tell him how much I want it and how much I love him.

And I do – I do love him. And he loves me too; I can't believe it. Hearing him say those words to me last night was...it was the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love him and he feels the same way and God I want him inside me. I'm going to the pharmacy.

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Dear Diary,

Today is Sunday night and I'm still reeling with what happened, but here it is:

We found out mum and dad were going to another business meeting in the evening, which would keep them out late. It was like a sign or an omen or something – whatever it was, it was perfect.

Kevin and I were sitting casually in the living room watching TV while mum and dad bustled around getting ready. We kept casting surreptitious smiles at each other when they were out of the room, and I was itching to have his arms around me. I'd popped a pill on Saturday night and I was more ready than I'd ever been. I was afraid though, to tell Kevin, in case he didn't want to or thought I was rushing things. I wanted him to want it to, to want

me

.

At long last, when mum had said a last quick goodbye and shut the door, I practically leapt on Kevin and planted kisses all over his face. He laughed, but didn't push me away, which was encouraging. We fell back on the couch he was on.

"I love you," I told him. "I love you so much."

"I...love you too, Kyla," Kevin replied between my fierce kisses.

We continued kissing for quite some time, much longer than I'd intended to. It was so addictive, and so, so hard to pry my lips off his, even for a moment. He kept his hands on my sides, his splayed fingers almost spanning my waist. I couldn't tell him, but I wanted him to move them around, to stroke my back and rub my thighs. I supposed he was worried I would tell him to stop. I really hoped I wasn't being slutty about all this.

Eventually, with a massive effort, I pulled my lips off Kevin's and looked him in the eyes, panting softly. "I love you," I told him again.

"I love you, too," he repeated.

I smiled and brought my face closer to his. "I want you to make love to me," I said.

Kevin was silent for a moment, his eyes searching my face, checking for doubts. He wouldn't find any though – I knew that. None at all. I'd never been surer of anything in my life.

"Are you sure?" Kevin asked nevertheless.

I nodded. "Please," I said. Then, recoiling slightly, I considered the possibility that perhaps Kevin wasn't ready, or wasn't sure he wanted me to be his first. I mean, it's a big thing having sex with your sister and having it with her for the very first—

"Okay," he said, cutting my thoughts off. I can't tell you how relieved I was.

"We don't have to if you don't want to," I said, hoping desperately that he wouldn't take me up on the offer.

"I want to," Kevin said, and my heart leapt.

I crawled over him, my breasts hanging in his face, and turned the lamp off. When I wriggled back down we spent another few minutes (or maybe hours – I lost track of time) just kissing, exploring each other's face and neck and hands. It was like torture, but I was inflicting it on myself, building my desire up to a teetering height, ready for Kevin to knock it all down to earth in one enormous orgasm.

As impossible as it seemed to me then, once Kevin's hands slid under my top and began slithering up my belly, I started to feel nervous about showing him my body. He seemed to read my mind though, because after he'd raked his hot fingers across my tummy, he took his hands out and pulled the blanket that was hanging over the back of the couch down. He spread it over us both, which made me feel a lot more at ease and a lot safer. It was packing us closer together by limiting the space we had to move apart, and I liked it. I wasn't going to raise any objections to leaving it there while he made love either.

But I was anxious again – to start, to have him inside me and make him moan against my mouth. I found his fly and began to unbutton it. Kevin watched me, sliding his hands up and down my bare arms. Once I'd undone the last button, I ran a hand across his silky boxers, then dug my fingers under the waistband and pulled them down in several quick tugs. I felt him bounce out against my palm, already hard and warm. It was my first penis, of course. I wrapped my hand around it in wonder, marvelling at how stiff and hot it was. I looked up and loved the expression on Kevin's face.

"Is it nice?" I asked him. He nodded in reply. "I want it inside me," I added. My words made Kevin's cock twitch in my hand and a ripple of pleasure crossed his face. I smiled.

As I was busy with his cock, Kevin relieved me of my shorts and panties, giving me once more that wonderful feeling of naked freedom. We were so close now – both naked and only inches apart. And it was really going to happen.

Kevin, too, seemed to realise what was going to happen then. "I'll have to pull out," he said. "I haven't got any condoms."

"No," I said, running a finger across his lips. "I took a pill. I want you to stay in there until you finish cumming." Again, his cock twitched.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

The suspense was killing me by then. I lifted my arms and worked Kevin's top off, so that I could run my palms over his bare chest, trace the contours of the muscles that had developed only recently. I removed my hands long enough to lift my own top over my head, and then remove my bra with Kevin's helping fingers.

I could tell instantly that he liked my breasts, and I was thankful for it. I knew he wouldn't say anything bad about their size or shape – Kevin wasn't like that. But he looked genuinely fascinated by them. He curled his fingers around my chest, laying them over my ribs, and brushed his thumbs across my nipples. They perked up straight away. I let my mouth open with a silent moan of pleasure.

Kevin slid his hands around my back to draw me closer, then enclosed my right nipple with his mouth. I moaned audibly this time, as he sucked on it softly. He had one arm wrapped around my lower back, the other thrown diagonally across my spine, holding me in an upright embrace that made me feel as though nothing else in the world could touch me.

As he continued flicking my nipple with his tongue, I used the opportunity to take his cock inside me. Realising what I was doing, Kevin took his mouth away from my chest and looked down at the spot on the blanket that hid our genitals. I looked there too, then up at Kevin's face to find him staring back at me.

I felt the tip of his penis pressing against my lips, the force of his body behind it, ready to push it in at any moment. He was being careful, I knew – letting me set the pace. I braced myself for pain, but there wasn't much. I moaned as he slid inside, and I could hear him gasp, then I let out a long breath.

That was it, right there – what I'd wanted. And it was

exactly

what I'd wanted. It felt amazing. He filled me up, wall to wall, buried right up to his pubic hair. It was almost as though I'd been waiting my entire life for him to enter me, to fill the gap that longed for him.

I started to move then, up and down, still in the upright embrace he was holding me in. Kevin was staring at me in awe, in fascination...in ecstasy. I looked right back at him, at his pupils and my own reflection that seemed to shine inside them.

It was hard though, keeping up that motion. Eventually I collapsed forward onto Kevin and laid my head against his shoulder, letting him continue the thrusts on his own. He put a hand on the back of my head and pushed into me, making me gasp. I gasped with every inside thrust and sobbed every time he pulled it out. My eyes soon fluttered closed.

It was a steady pace we chose and it kept us going for a while, but not forever. Soon I felt it like a tide inside my vagina and I nestled my head into Kevin's neck. He was breathing in deep, throaty pants by now, the sound catalysing my own orgasm. "Yes," I said once, whispering it into his skin. "Cum inside me. Please, Kevin. I want it. Cum in me." I took one last push before I began to cum.

Things exploded inside my head and erupted in my belly; a fire spread through my thighs and poured out of my vagina as the muscles clamped down fiercely on Kevin's cock. He groaned long and hard and started squirting into me; hot ropes of cum lashing against my walls and filling me up. I clung to him more tightly than I've ever clung to anything before. I held him protectively and ground my hips down against his so that he stayed deep inside me. I bit down on my lip and dug my nails into his shoulder blades, his own arms squeezing my slender body in his fierce grip.

I let his cock run dry inside me, wanting it all in there. We panted against each other, both struck still by the intensity of our orgasms. I lowered a hand to Kevin's abs and used the support to ease myself up and down some more, my pussy sliding over his shaft easily with the aid of our mixed juices.

Kevin expelled a huge breath over my shoulder and I felt him start to go soft inside me. I didn't care though; I didn't want him out just yet. I waited until my head stopped spinning and opened my eyes. I laid my ear on Kevin's shoulder, my eyes facing his neck and my lips kissing it. After that, I lifted my head up to see him and shivered when our eyes met. Without looking away, I reached a hand down to take him out of me, laying his cock up against his belly and pressing my own body against it.

His head sagged with exhaustion, his nose lining up with mine, our eyes less than an inch apart.

"I love you," he whispered, and it sounded so much more significant than it had the other times. Now...now I knew what it meant to love him, in the closest possible way.

"I love you, too," I said, kissing him gently on the lips. I rolled over and lay back against him, his arms linked around me. I could have fallen asleep like that, but it was too dangerous of course.

Kevin said he would close his eyes while I put my panties back on, but I told him there was no need to. We both stood to dress, perfectly at ease with our nakedness. After that, we kissed some more, before I told him I was tired and that I was going to have an early night. He didn't mind and walked me to my room, giving me a goodnight kiss outside my door.

I fell asleep for an hour or so as soon as my head hit the pillow. I was exhausted and physically drained, but I slept well. It was nice, falling asleep like that with Kevin's semen inside me, some of it stuck moistly to the inside of my thighs. I could smell it, and the aroma relaxed me, rather than sending intoxicating waves of pleasure through my head.