Disclaimer: This is a taboo story between a brother and sister of consenting age, i.e. we are 18+. If you're not interested in reading stories of that nature, then I really have to question what you're doing here in the first place. The names of people have obviously been changed, but the content has not. Now that we're past the whole 'this is a taboo story', I should let you know that while this story has been written for my personal fantasy. There are parts that are true. The first half of the story, up until my sister calls me 'baby', is true. After that, it is just a fantasy... of which there would be other stories based on the two of us. I would like to say that my sister and I still love each other very much; she has a boyfriend and is living in the UK, and I found a girl who I married. We're staying in Canada. My sister and I don't talk about this moment in time, probably because of how intense it was getting into the whole incest thing. But we know it happened, and even so... it has never come up again. But I think about what could have happened, and I imagine how life would have gone from there. Anyway, here we begin.
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Now, let me describe my sister and I as best I can before continuing with this account. My name is Abe, and when this happened, I was living in Singapore, and aged twenty. I was two years older than my sister. I'm five foot five inches, slightly chubby, I wear glasses, have black hair and brown eyes, and I've been blessed with a seven-inch cock. My sister's name is Sha, and to her, I'm her Bhai (in our language, it means brother). She is five foot four inches tall, black hair, brown eyes, double-D breasts, a nice ass that you could grab and squeeze hard, a tiny bit of a belly, and her legs... oh, her legs are like a piece of candy I could lick up and down for the rest of my life... just like the rest of her body.
This is an account of the time I seduced my little sister.
Anyway, it was a four months after her sixteenth birthday in April, that I left for the States to further my studies. I had gained entry into a university in the mid-west, and I enjoyed my life there. I got good grades, talked to my parents and my sister every couple of days, and we kept touch through email. We are pretty well-off, so I went back every Winter and Summer break to Singapore. Every time I returned, I noticed Sha's body changing, that she was filling out. That was all I thought before going back to thinking about her as just my sister.
The day this incident happened, I had just returned to Singapore late in May, days after my sister's Eighteenth birthday, for the entire three-month duration. Having been picked up at the airport with my parents and Sha, we returned home where we ate lunch that afternoon of local favourites. All the while, I was glancing periodically at my sister sitting next to me.
'Crap,' was the only think in my mind as I glanced at my sisters curved periodically, 'she.. wow... she really filled out. Wait... yeah, she's Eighteen and... umm... do I dare?'
After lunch, my parents had to go to work, since they had taken half the day off. My dad was a principal at one of the top schools in Singapore, and my mom taught kindergarten. And it wouldn't be for another four hours that they would be back home. So I suggested that my sister and I go watch a movie, and then we could take her out to dinner to celebrate her birthday.
"My treat," I told my parents who nodded their heads in agreement before the usual platitudes from my mom of, 'what a good son'.
My parents left for work before my sister and I went out, they had left some money for the taxi fare, the movie tickets, and snacks, on the dining room table. Once they left, my sister went into her room to change... locking her door behind her. After I had taken a shower, and changed, I walked out of my room in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. I was putting on my socks and my shoes when my sister's door opened. I looked up, and it took everything I had not to hang my mouth open at my sister.
She was wearing a tight pair of jeans that showed off her ass and her legs, and a short-sleeved, blue blouse that accented her curves. And then there was the cleavage. Sha had worn a black strapped bra, that pushed up her breasts, which were gently jiggling as she walked past me. She then bent over to pick up her sandals, giving me a great view of her ass while my cock twitched. I imagined myself walking behind her while she was bent over, and grinding my cock against her ass.
Shaking my head off that image, I looked away and tied my shoe laces while Sha straightened up and then turned around.
"Bhai, you ready?" she asked me.
"Yeah," I replied while picking up the keys off the table. My sister and I were always close, I mean we did have our regular sibling argument moments, but we were close. So it was no surprise when she wrapped her arm around the inside of my elbow just after I locked the door. We walked towards the elevator while I talked about everything new that had happened to me, and she described her life in detail for the past few months. This continued as we walked out of our condominium, and then when we hailed a taxi. We sat next to each other after she told the driver where to go; she leaned forward in between the seats and gave him directions. Taking the initiative, I looked down between the back of her jeans, and the blouse which was sticking to her skin. I licked my lips at the black, lace trimmed panties she was wearing; looking away when she leaned back on her seat.
The entire way to the movie theatre, we simply talked about other banal things. In was twenty minutes later that we reached the theatre, and then after I paid the man, we got out walked arm in arm into the large building. In what was really a shipping centre, we took the escalators to the fourth highest floor, the location of the movie theatre, bought the tickets, and then went for the snacks.
I barely remember the movie we watched; but all I remember that the place was sparse. There were at most, only forty people sitting in the two hundred and fifty seat theatre. We had already selected our seat numbers, a three rowed seating section at the rear of the theatre, at the left corner where it was barely lit. When I selected the seats, I told her that the light wouldn't be getting into our eyes, and we would be away from anyone else in the theatre watching the movie in peace.
Peace, though, was furthest away from my mind.
My Sister went in first, and then me. We both sat down, my sister placing the large tub of popcorn on the empty seat next to her. As we waited for the trailers to start, the both of us were already chewing down on a few handfuls of popcorn, I rubbed the residue of butter on my jeans. And then I placed my arm up, over my head, while Sha leaned forward. I brought my arm down across her shoulders, followed by her leaning back onto the seat. The inner crook of my elbow was where she lay her head on my upper left arm, and I held to the side of her left arm with my hand.
It all seemed innocent enough, but the way she was leaning in with her body, with her head on my arm, it gave me a good view of her cleavage. And her bra, and my cock twitched when I realized that the bra was black as well (can't help it, I love black and red). She then reached out for the large tub of popcorn as the trailers started to play, and she placed it on her lap, and it was within reach of my other hand that was holding onto her left arm.
As the trailers began, I caught a scent of vanilla coming from my sister's hair. And I closed my eyes. I kissed the top of her head, and then lay my head on her side after I shimmied forward until my head was at the same level as hers. I watched her as she looked transfixed at the trailers, and then at her slightly tanned cleavage, and back to her face. I took in her jawline, her lips, her neck, her hair, and her ears.
But now, in this mostly darkened room, where my sister and I were the only people in three entire rows, I started to have my doubts. And I began debating with myself. One part of me, the rational part, was telling the horny part of myself that this girl was my sister, that I was thinking about my sister in a sexual way. But the horny part of me then started to stomp the rational part. It was kicking the rational part down while screaming that it had been a year since I last had sex. The horny part of me told the rational part that all the cum that was stored in my balls over the past week, was for her.
Eventually, the horny part of myself smashed the rational part to smithereens, and I used the edge of my fingers to gently rub circles on her left upper arm. I glanced up over at Sha who was still taking popcorn from the tub, and then placing the pieces into her mouth. I moved up my seat slightly so that I could get some leverage, telling my sister that the way I was sitting hurt my lower back. She nodded her head, leaning forward while I repositioned my arm, and then she leaned back on her seat. And this time, my hand was just agile enough to move over her cleavage. I reached down to the tub of popcorn, and took out a handful of the buttered delights. The food in my hands, I then 'accidently', dropped two onto her cleavage.
"Bhai," whispered an annoyed Sha as she looked at me with the stink eye, "this is a new dress."
She then looked down at her cleavage and said that a piece had fallen.
"I got it," I whispered before I reached down and then picked the piece off her cleavage, all the while she gasped slightly when I brushed the curves of her cleavage with my fingers. I then threw the piece to one side before we went back to watching the movie. Very aware of what I was doing, I brushed my fingers along her bare collar bone, and then I continued to watch the movie while I rubbed her chest, just above the valley created by her cleavage. I felt her breathing stop, but I still continued. I didn't want to give the impression that I was doing this on purpose; instead, I wanted her to think that I was already too into the movie to know what I was doing. I felt her head get off my upper arm, and then her eyes prying into the side of my face.
But I continued the light rubbing of her chest.
Then she started to breathe normally again. So I continued. Keeping the same pressure, after a few minutes, my fingers started to brush the top of her left breast. My heart was beating when she stopped breathing again, but I still continued my finger's light pressure on the top of her left breast.
But she still didn't say anything as she started to take slow and steady breathes once again.
I continued this for several minutes while she was fidgeting slightly, all the while her breathing was getting deeper. It was probably then that I realized my sister was being over stimulated, that she probably wasn't touched by another guy.
Or girl (but that would be a story for another day).
For right now, I moved my hand... gently tracing my fingers along her breast, to her chest, and then slowly down her cleavage valley. I thought that this was it, that when the two fingers I buried in her warm cleavage and brushed her bra before my fingers brushed her skin, before retreating to her chest. That me gently, and gingerly, pushing my fingers down her cleavage again would make her demand to know what the hell I was doing; that I was her brother who shouldn't be doing any of this. But none of that happened.
Her head continued to rest on my left arm as she turned her head and breathed onto my neck after I gently pushed two fingers into her cleavage; she whispered in our mother-tongue.
