My Dearest J.C,
Today was a really rough day at work. Seemed nothing I did was right. Days like these are the hardest because they are the days I think about you. Getting home and finding a letter from you in my mailbox made me forget all the bad stuff from the day. If only you were here to hold me, to kiss me and make me feel like everything is alright. I would give anything for that feeling again.
Has it really been almost a year since we last saw each other? The year has passed so fast. The thoughts of what we have built together fulfills the nights when I am lying in bed craving my big brothers touch. You have loved me like no one else ever could. For as long as I can remember, you have put my needs and desires above your own. The unconditional, unselfish love you have given me has made me the woman I am today.
God J.C, I would give anything to feel your kiss again. To feel how you slowly undress me. How your lips feel on my hard nipples, how your hands feel against my soft skin. How your big cock fills me like no one ever could. The fulfillment I feel when I feel your cum fill my aching pussy. Just one look from your sweet eyes sets of a desire in me that I can't explain. It's tearing me up to be without you, my pussy aches for your cock.
Just the thought of you daydreaming and still fantasizing about me turns me on to the point that I find it hard to write this letter. As I write this, one hand is on the pen and the other has slid down into my panties. My pussy is so wet, getting wetter as my fingers gently caress between my folds. A pressure building in my belly. I know it wont be many more paragraphs before I explode with a passion I only feel when I think about us. I love you so much J.C that it hurts.
I remember that summer day like it was yesterday. Out of school finally, the confidence of a woman mixed with a bit of the innocence of youth. I was proud of how my body had developed and was not afraid for anyone to see it. You were always so willing to follow along in the silly things I wanted to do. You were and still are my best friend. When I went to change that day, I didn't even think how I had left the door open. Well, in the back of my mind, maybe I did. I heard you coming down the hall that day and froze. Thinking you would just walk by. When you stopped and looked at me, I couldn't move. You were seeing your little sister for the first time. I was hoping you wouldn't be disappointed. Looking at you, I felt no shame for being naked.
The way you looked there in your swim trunks is a memory burned into my mind. Such a strong body, so handsome. I had looked at many guys, but for some reason, none of them were as handsome as my big brother. I felt a little shocked that I was thinking this way about my older brother. It was those thoughts that made me forget about my own nudity. Then I saw the bulge in your swim trunks and the way you looked my up and down. My first thought was "Oh my God, my big brother desires me. It was written all over your body, from the look in your eyes to the bulge in your trunks. You didn't know till now that when I shut the door, I went to my bed and fingered myself until I came, which didn't take long.
After that day, it became a mission for me. How could I get closer to you. How could I show you that I desired you without going too far? How could I please you without taking that dangerous step? A step I started to crave more and more with each passing day. I battled with my feelings, were they right or wrong? Modeling my outfits for you and seeing the approval in your eyes, words and bulge drove me crazy. After each modeling session, I would run back to my room and imagine it was you taking me out of the outfit and fingering me until I came. Laying on the floor in my nightgown, trying to reveal my panties without mom and dad seeing was a dangerous game that I became addicted to.
I remember the first night you touched me. Having the house to ourselves was the best part of the week. There was only so much touching myself thinking of you before I knew that it was your hands I wanted on my soft skin. That night, the desire was just too strong, I needed your touch and I knew just the outfit to do it. I knew in my heart that you would hesitate, but I also knew you would give in. That's something that I have always loved about you so much. Your concern for my happiness and safety.
As I laid on that beanbag, with no word from you, I felt like you didn't want me. That I had picked the wrong outfit. That somehow I was only a fantasy to you. When you complimented my body, I knew that things were about to go my way. Feeling your hands on me, massaging me, made my head swirl with new emotions. My pussy tingled for your fingers, my entire body ached for you.
When we finally kissed in a way brothers and sisters aren't suppose to, I melted into you. Your tongue in my mouth made me lightheaded and I forgot that you were my brother. When you pulled my shorts off, revealing my glistening pussy, all I could think about was having you taste me. When you asked if you could, I felt like prayer had been answered. I also knew one touch of your tongue could push me over the edge. No one had ever been that close to my pussy, and my body ached with anticipation. You made me feel like a woman, you put my pleasure before your own.
When you ate me, I experienced the greatest pleasure. Wave after wave of excitement and pleasure I have never known shot through me. Each flick of your tongue brought me closer to the edge. Giving you a piece of my innocence was magical and exciting. The familiar pressure in my belly grew to a boil and I held out for as long as I could. Holding back my climax made everything so much more erotic. At last, I couldn't take it anymore and my body shook with pleasure as I released the greatest orgasm ever. My body went limp and I felt drained from the feelings you gave me.
You became my addiction, all I could think about was how to get you alone again. That night was further proof of how true your love for me is. You asked nothing from me, only wanting to satisfy my desires. It was hard to look at you, I was scared that if i did, mom and dad would see the new level of our relationship. I was afraid if I looked at you, the only thing I would say would be "Eat my hot pussy big brother". While all the other girls talked about their experiences, I couldn't, I couldn't tell them it was my loving older brother that pleasured me like no one could.
Each night as I laid in bed, all I could see when I closed my eyes was you. Finally on that night, I knew I had to go to you. Creeping to your room, farther from mom and dads room, I was scared of getting caught. I silently prayed that their door didn't open, or that I would make any noise. Opening your door, seeing you there in bed, I wondered if you had been thinking about me. When you saw me, the look you gave was all the words I needed. Undressing for you was so erotic. Coming close enough so you could hear my whisper, I asked you to eat me, when you nodded, I felt the temperature in the room rise. Having your mouth on my pussy again that night was better than the first time. The excitement of knowing mom and dad were right down the hall sleeping. What would they think if they knew their son and daughter were discovering each other in ways society found unacceptable. I remember how amazing my orgasm was and how I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming in pleasure.
