Hello everyone, in this sequel to my first story we continue from the brother's perspective. Again constructive criticism is welcome, and I thank everyone for their support and interest with my first attempt. As before, all characters ― and the number of them is going to increase ― are over eighteen. I hope you enjoy.
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The sound of my alarm broke into my sleep and I sat up in bed, slapping the snooze button on instinct. The alarm cut out immediately and I collapsed back onto my bed, rubbing my face blearily as I thought about last night. I'd been grounded by my mum after she caught me trying to sneak to my friend Luke's house with two six-packs of dad's beer. I was old enough to drink but Luke wasn't yet (his eighteenth was a month or so away). It wasn't like we were going to get smashed or anything, Luke just wanted to try some before he had his eighteenth birthday party so he knew where his limits were. But mum had this whole almost-religious intolerance regarding underage drinking, and so I was grounded.
Normally I would have woken up furious about this, but being grounded had given me the opportunity to have sex with my sister.
Lying in bed, I couldn't help but smile at the memory. My sister Jess was a few years older than me and was gorgeous. She was of average height but slim, long-legged with a firm ass and boobs. I'd been quietly attracted to her for years, and had internally drooled over her at the many pool parties she insisted on having with her confident, attractive friends. Of course I'd never dreamed anything would or could ever happen: she was my sister after all. But last night something had.
She'd broken up with her boyfriend Mark a few weeks ago, which everyone in my family felt had been a long time coming. Mark was a loser, a thickhead whose only saving grace was his athletic ability, and we all knew he wouldn't last. Despite being happy that Mark was gone though, I knew that the break-up would still affect my sister deeply, I just had no idea how deeply. It turned out that my sister was quite passionate and extremely active sexually, and Mark's absence left her frustrated.
And for some reason I was yet to discuss with her, she turned to me to satisfy her urges. I'll admit I was surprised, but it didn't take long for me to come around. My sister had an amazing body, easily six times hotter than all the girls I've ever been with combined, and she didn't seem to be looking for a romantic relationship, which was good. I loved my sister but as exactly that, as my sister. I didn't want to date my sister or have a romantic relationship with her: between our parents and society, it just wouldn't work. And while having casual sex with her was probably just as bad, it was pretty easy to quash any guilt or unease I had about it. She was hot, we were both horny, and the sex was amazing (for me at least).
There was a tap at my door and then my mum breezed into the room carrying a laundry basket. "Good morning sweetie," she said warmly as she bent down and kissed my forehead, in the process placing her hanging boobs right before my face.
Ordinarily I would have averted my eyes for the two seconds they were there, but after what happened last night I checked them out on reflex. They were large and full, and although not as nice as Jess's I still would have liked to play with them. I felt my morning wood, which had begun to dwindle, start to grow and I felt disgusted with myself. It was one thing to have casual sex with Jess to satisfy our mutual urges, it was another thing altogether to perve on my mum.
"Did you have a good time with your sister last night?" Mum's voice cut into my thoughts and I looked up distractedly. She was now by my desk, tutting as she scooped the pile of clothes by my chair into her basket.
"Sorry, what was that?"
"Did you have a good time with your sister?" she repeated, now standing up straight and looking at me. I couldn't help notice as she did that she looked an awful lot like an older and slightly larger version of Jess, with emphasised curves and wider hips, although her hair was blonde to Jess's brown.
"No we did not," my sister answered before I could, entering my room to glare down at me. I gaped in surprise. She seemed genuinely pissed off as she turned to mum, and I suddenly wondered if she her thoughts on last night were different from mine. "He ate basically all of the lasagne, and then he didn't even wash up after himself. Just left it in the sink and plugged himself into his computer."
Before I could say that I had washed up after myself, mum too turned to glare at me. "Can't you two just find something in common and get along for once," she said irritably. Her earlier cheerfulness was gone. "It would be nice if your father and I could go out more often and not have to worry about how many children would be alive when we returned home."
Jess and I watched her leave the room, and Jess quietly closed the door after she'd disappeared down the hallway. Jess flicked the lock closed and then turned and leaped at me, throwing her body atop mine and kissing me passionately even as she clawed at the bed sheet between us, pulling it down. I was caught by surprise again but then started kissing her back and rubbing her body with my hands, grabbing her ass and grinding her lower body on mine. The feel of her skin on mine and the smell of her hair woke strange feelings within my chest, and a part of me quietly wondered about my earlier thoughts on how I loved her.
After what seemed like a lifetime but was probably only a few seconds, Jess lifted her lips off me but remained sitting on me, her legs straddling my crotch. She was wearing her normal sleep attire, an old shirt and some small shorts, but somehow that made me want her even more than if she had been wearing her bikini or any of her other provocative clothes. She was panting, her boobs heaving on her chest, and I couldn't help but sit up and start squeezing them.
"We need to talk about what this is, exactly," Jess said, gently pulling my hand off her.
