I have always been an average guy. I'm five foot ten, weigh a hundred and fifty five pounds, dark hair, grey eyes and an average cock (61/2 inches). I made average grades in high school, winding up with a 3.2 GPA.
I didn't get vast amounts of pussy in high school and that trend continued when I joined the work force. I had to work my ass off for that wonderful stuff. The only thing I had going for me was strength. I was a heavy construction welder. Dragging around steel plates and a welding lead all day had made me harder than wire. Sometimes, if I could demonstrate that strength to a girl without seeming to show off, she'd come across. I was twenty years old and still living at home. I had built up a large nest egg. I had an almost new car. The only thing I needed was women.
Since I didn't inhabit the numerous bars in the area I had few opportunities at 'willing' women. Occasionally, I would meet one in the super market. My hobbies were hunting and fishing. These two sports provided even less opportunities to meet new females.
I was home one day cleaning my deer rifle in the basement den. Almost never did I have visitors down there. I heard a little noise. When I went to investigate it I found my little sister crying softly at the door to the den. Escorting her inside, I said "What's wrong Kathy?"
"My boyfriend dumped me," she wailed.
"Do you want me to go kick his ass?"
"No, I'm better off without him. All he wanted to do was try to fuck me."
I was taken aback. I had never heard her use the 'f' word before. She must be really upset. I took her hand and led her upstairs to the couch. I sat her down and snuggled in beside her, putting my arm around her shoulders.
"Oh, Jeff, you're so good to me. Why can't I find a guy like you?"
"You mean a total loser?"
"You're not a loser. You are sweet and kind. You feel kind of strong. Squeeze me."
I put some pressure on her and she sighed and sank into me.
"Oh my god! You're a bear!" she said feeling my bicep.
"I work real hard. Don't worry Kathy. A pretty girl like you will be able to find a good guy easily. Now that you are rid of that asshole, you should spread you wings a little."
"I don't want to date any more. I want to stay home."
"That won't last. Where are mom and dad?"
"They went to the rodeo. They won't be back until late."
"How about I take you out to eat? We'll go anywhere you want," I offered.
"Jeff, can I just stay here with you? I'll fix something for us to eat. Maybe we can watch TV until mom and dad get back."
"Okay, I'll go finish my rifle and you get started on dinner."
She was really upset and I wanted her to feel happy and useful. When I came back, the aroma of hamburgers giving their all assailed my nostrils. "What do you want on yours?" she called from the kitchen.
"Just mustard and onions," I called back.
She brought the food into the living room and we started to eat.
I flicked on the Tv. "Maybe we should go get some videos," I suggested.
"I just want to stay here with you," she replied.
"Okay"
When we finished eating, she gathered the plates and put them in the dishwasher. She sat beside me on the couch and snuggled into my arms. "Cuddle with me, please Jeff."
We started watching a meaningless docudrama. I hated this kind of programming, but I stayed with it to please Kathy.
She looked up at me. "I feel safer in your arms than anywhere in the world."
"You are my sister and I love you. If you want something, just ask."
She was about to say something when they heard their parents car pull into the garage. I squeezed her a little tighter. She moaned as our parents came into the living room.
"How was the rodeo?" I asked.
"It was really good. We brought some brochures. I thought Kathy had a date."
"It didn't work out for her," I replied.
"Well, we're going to bed. That rodeo wore us out."
"Okay, see you in the morning."
The docudrama was winding down, but I didn't have to work tomorrow. It was Saturday.
Kathy squeezed me tightly and said, "Jeff, can I stay in your room tonight? I'm just so sad, I want company."
I would do just about anything for my sister. I knew she was hurting. "I'll let you, but you know I sleep in the raw."
"Oh, no. Can't you at least wear some boxers?"
"Anything for you sis."
I shut the TV off and headed for the bathroom. Teeth brushed and ablutions complete, I entered my bedroom. She was sitting on the edge of the bed in a pair of panties and one of my t-shirts. I took off my shirt and dropped my pants.
"Wow, you look like one of those exercise machine ads," she giggled as she studied my six pack.
I sat beside her on the bed. "Which side do you want?" I asked.
"The side away from the door."
I put my arms under her and shifted her to the requested side. She couldn't believe the strength in my arms. I had lifted her like she was a three year old. I turned off the light and slid in beside her. She felt my muscles as they brushed across her body. Her boyfriend became a fading memory. Really naughty thoughts now inhabited her mind. The only question in her mind was, "How am I going to seduce my brother/"
I threw my arm around my sister and fell asleep almost immediately. On the other hand, she was having a tough time keeping her hands out of my boxers. In the end, she gave up, not wanting to scare me off. She had read enough about men to know that most of them were easily trapped, easily trained. Her time would come.
The morning sunlight seeped through my window. I started to get up and that's when I felt the warm, soft body lying next to me. As the fog left my brain, I realized it was my sister. Thank god she wasn't awake. I had that typical male morning wood. I eased off the bed and went to the bathroom. By the time I finished, the wood was gone. My sister was still sleeping peacefully. I went to the kitchen. A note on the table said, "We've gone to the club. We'll be playing all day and dancing all evening. See you about midnight."
I went back to the bedroom. Kathy was tossing and turning in her sleep. "Oh, yes Jeff. Fuck me harder." She moaned in her sleep.
I couldn't believe what I just heard. My sister wanted to fuck me? I had never thought of her as a sexual being. She was always just 'sis.' I had no idea what to do next. I shook her gently. She awoke and smiled at him.
"Betcha don't know what I was dreaming about," she smiled.
"Betcha I do," I replied.
"No you don't. How would you know?'
"You talk in your sleep."
The color drained from her face. She covered her face with her hands and started to cry. "Oh my god, Jeff, I am so sorry." She wept.
"It's Okay, Kathy. I'm not mad. I'm flattered that a pretty girl like you would have those kinds of thoughts about me. How long have you been thinking this way?"
"Just since last night when you were so good to me. I really, really do love you Jeff. Hold me." She sniffled.
I lay down beside her and held her tenderly. "I think you need some time to think this over."
"I thought about it all last night. I couldn't sleep. Your big strong arms had me paralyzed. I had some insanely wicked dreams about you last night. Please don't hate me Jeff."
"I could never hate you. I do think you need to ponder this for more than overnight. Mom and dad are gone for the day and they won't be back until midnight. You've got to give yourself some time. I don't want you to do anything you'll regret later."
"Okay Jeff, I'll think about it, but I already know, my mind won't change. As horrible as it sounds, I've fallen in love with my brother."
"Kathy, it's not horrible. Unusual, maybe, but not horrible." I squeezed her tightly, sending shivers up and down her spine.
"How do you feel about this?"
"I don't know, honey, this is all new to me. Any man would be proud to have you as a girlfriend. I'll have to think about this."
