Chapitre 1165: LOVE AND RELEASE
It all started, as these things often do, very innocently.
For years, I'm pretty sure my sister thought I was gay, or, at the very least, totally disinterested in sex. I didn't date anyone and instead spent many hours pouring over books from the library. This bookish obsession carried me through middle school and into high school, eventually landing me a part-time job at the local library. By then I knew it inside and out.
I always preferred to talk about the book I was reading rather than anyone at school, and, when pressed, I actually talked about someone of the opposite sex, my descriptions came out sounding clinical and detached.
Not that she minded terribly much. Our family was religious enough to go to church, but she and I were both very much members of our generation.
When she finally cornered me in my room to ask if I was gay, she was tried to be as polite - and quiet - as possible. She didn't want me to sound judged in the least. She was just curious. I couldn't blame here. I just looked up from my book, listened to her question, then kinda shrugged. At the time, I didn't want to talk about sex with my sister.
Just after she turned 19, she started community college nearby. She would go to classes for a few hours, work retail until dinnertime, and come home and crash out on the couch. If I was already sitting on the couch, she would politely rub her feet up against my legs. I would always lift up my book so she could stretch out.
Weeks of this schedule was making her start to look tired. No doubt she was trying to fit in studying before going to sleep and the pace was wearing on her.
She looked over from the TV show she was watching to see what I was reading.
"What's the topic this week?" she asked.
I paused for a minute, and looked up.
"Shiatsu." When she looked confused, I quickly added "Japanese massage".
My sister's confused look stayed, and surprise was quickly added. "Is that where you take people's clothes off and walk on their backs?"
I laughed. "No, this isn't anything like that. Clothes stay on. Everything is nice and gentle."
I continued. "I picked it up after thumbing through some of the library drop-off books today. Just starting to think about what I might do when I go to college."
"I always thought you'd be a librarian not a massage therapist," she said with a smile, turning back to the TV.
"It doesn't hurt to have options."
When the program she was watching hit its next commercial she looked back over at me. "I am your willing practice dummy if you want to try it. My back is killing me."
I looked up from my book, and she continued. "I figure it's probably better to actually try something before you sign yourself up to study it in school. That's why I'm in community college, so I can try lots of things first."
I didn't want to bring up that I thought it might be because we couldn't quite afford a university. Instead, I just nodded at her sisterly wisdom. She was right. Trying something before I went off to college to study it for years sounded like a good idea.
"When?"
"How about now?" she replied.
I chuckled and flipped back some of the beginner diagrams and bookmarked one. "Okay."
"Where do you want me?" she said, turning off the TV.
"Let's start here. We can move later, if we need more space."
I looked up at my sister in her post-work comfy attire. She had on a loose cotton top with a faded logo on the front and sweat pants. With little hesitation, she turned her back to face me and crossed her legs on the sofa cushion.
I opened the book on the floor beside me and gingerly began to feel out the points in the diagram. The steps seemed easy enough to follow, but I found myself talking to calm my sudden jangle of nerves.
"Shiatsu is similar to acupuncture," I began. "The idea is to make sure the energy in your body is flowing how it should."
I continued to tentatively move my hands, double-checking the diagram as I did so.
"Rather than massage directly on the sore muscle, the idea is to work on nearby areas that will allow the tight muscle to relax."
My sister listened patiently, and, sensing my nervousness, turned her head and said, "it feels good so far." Then, she smiled.
Her warmth settled my nerves enough that I could lay my hands fully on her. Without explaining what I was doing, I simply left them there for a few seconds, quietly wishing her body good health and thanking her for the opportunity.
My sister, sensing that this was part of the massage, began to will herself to relax as much as possible.
With that, I began again. This time, I tried to let my fingers tell me where to rub. The years of flipping through books rather than working in the yard or playing sports had left me with very sensitive fingers. As I felt my way around, I was soon able to feel where each knot was and then nearby where soft tissue would accept the rub.
My sister was quiet at first. I wasn't sure if she was being polite and letting me practice or if I was stinking up the massage. Ten minutes in, and I had worked from the base of her neck, across her bra, and down her spine to her lower back. While I worked at her lower back, I heard her first moan.
"That spot right that. Oh that's good."
With that, she went quiet. I kept at it, giving that spot a little more pressure and attention. I worked my way back up, a little wider out from the spine this time. Again, massaging around her bra. Another ten minutes later I was working her shoulders, her neck, and then moving down to her lower back. As my confidence built, I trusted my hands more, and listened for her rare moan to know when to work something more.
"This feels really good," she broke the silence hesitantly, not wanting to break the spell. "How are your hands holding up?"
I chuckled at her intuition. "They're starting to cramp up a bit. Feel any better?"
"I actually feel quite a bit better, thanks! I mean, and don't take this wrong, but that was pretty amazing for a first attempt."
I blushed. "Thanks. Maybe I do have a backup plan in case I can't be a librarian." I meant it in a cheeky way, but the feeling of success made me tingle with pride.
My sister seemed equally convinced. "Open invitation to practice on me anytime."
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I didn't get another chance to practice for a few more days. The library kept me busy, for a change, as we prepared for the big summer book sale. My sister got pulled into a group project that had her working late into the night.
I gently knocked on her door when I saw that her light was still on at bedtime. I heard her respond with a strained, but friendly, "come in."
I poked my head in her door to see her working away on her homework at her desk. She'd been holed up in her room the last few nights and between that and our schedules, this was the first time I'd seen her in since our first massage.
"How are you holding up?" I asked, looking at the stress creasing her face.
"Uggh, right now I'm feeling a bit rough, to be honest." She sat up a bit in her chair and stretched her arms. "Hey, do you think you could rub my neck like you did the other day? I could probably stand to take a break for a minute and that might help me push the next few hours and get this thing done."
"Sure." I replied, coming in and closing the door behind me.
She had papers everywhere, bits of hand-scribbled notes and open books.
"Sorry about the mess."
As I made my way up to her towards her, she looked back down at her notes and up again.
"Ugh," she said as I took a step closer. "Fair warning, I'm actually kinda gross. I could definitely use a shower, but first this thing needs to get done."
I nodded. Our family had a dogged protestant work ethic that wouldn't quit. That she was actually taking a short break spoke volumes about how much her neck was hurting.
"No worries. I'll do my best."
As I took my last step behind her, I could see the tension pulling her neck taut. I was also aware of her feminine smell. I had smelled it before in passing, when she'd come back from a jog, but this felt more personal. She'd been in this space enough that her smell had marked it as her own.
I warmed my hands up and then slowly began to work her neck muscles.
"You should sit up a little."
She complied and without thinking I looked down her neckline from above. As she straightened, I saw the V of her loose shirt slide down a little. Whether she was too distracted or too tired to straighten it, I wasn't sure. I continued to rub her neck and shoulders, and as I did, the V of her shirt pulled away from her chest, giving me a view underneath.
Something happened to me as I looked down at the curve of my sister's breast to where the smooth skin disappeared further under her shirt. Hormones flooded my brain. I watched transfixed as the motion would move her shirt around. At times I could clearly see her bra, white and simple, as the shirt moved. On rare occasions, her bra would also move a little, showing me tantalizing glimpses of the soft skin underneath.
I tried to focus. The intoxication of this new experience had me head-spun and either my sister was too distracted with her homework or too polite to say anything. At last, she spoke.
"Can you move your right hand just a little further forward? Yeah, right there, there's a knot."
There was a big knot, in fact. Had I been paying attention I would have noticed it without her having to tell me. I chastised myself. This was my sister, and I was trying to help, not be a peeping tom.
"Right there, yeah. Hmm, would it help if I took my bra off?" she said matter-of-factly.
"If you want me to hit that spot, it would probably be easier." I swallowed my dry throat, hoping I wouldn't be caught out.
Without a second thought, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, pulled it off and out of her shirt, and threw it in the dirty laundry pile beside her desk.
"Better," I said, suddenly just as dizzy as before. Luckily, my voice didn't betray the rush going on in my head.
I did my best to continue, but the temptation to peek again got the better of me. I looked over her shoulder and could see my sister's nipples push against the loose cotton as my hands worked their way into her sore shoulders.
I had to look. I had to take the chance. I didn't care if I got caught. It was uncharacteristic for me, as I usually tried to be respectful, but I felt suddenly reckless.
As I rubbed, I intentionally turned my hands so that the loose cloth would gather a bit more in front. The extra slack lifted the front of the shirt as I moved.
From my position above her, I could again see the smooth curve of her breasts. I leaned a little to the side as I worked and had my first reward. Following the skin of her breasts further, as the shirt lifted up, I could see the start of her areola. My mouth went dry, but still I willed myself to keep working at the same pace. The shirt lifted up again and I saw it. My sister's bare nipple. A hard little bud nestled in pink flesh. A single small stray black hair grew at the edge of her nipple and seeing it, I was at once filled with a rush of thoughts.
My sister was a woman.
My sister was a full human. Real flesh and blood.
I was taking advantage of her.
As my conflicted feelings swarmed in my head, one thought was clear. Whether or not I should, I wanted more.
"Thanks, that's probably good for now, though I may hunt you down later for a longer one like you gave me before."
At "longer one" my mind jumped to my crotch, which had been doing its own thinking.
she finished her sentence and smiles up at me. I made sure to turn the other way so she wouldn't catch sight of the bulge, giving a nonchalant "anytime" as I closed the door behind me.
The sound of the shower turning on an hour later woke me from my post-orgasmic sleep, the smell of my jizz in the washcloth beside my bed a reminder of the protracted masturbation session I'd just completed.
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When I awoke the next day, I wasn't sure what to think. I wanted to help my sister, but I didn't want to use her and treat her like some kind of sex object. Looking back, I was aroused thinking of images of her bare breast, but reminded that she deserved respect. And, of course, she was still my sister.
I vowed to not think about her when I masturbated again, thinking this would let me reset our relationship to a familial norm. She wasn't the one starting to act weird, and I'd be damned if I let myself turn into a creeper.
I heard a soft knock at the door, and I instinctively said "come in" before remembering the washcloth that I hadn't had time to clean up, yet. My sister didn't normally visit this early in the morning, and my fuzzy head hadn't quite kicked into gear.
She must have just woken up, too. I wasn't sure why she was up this early in the morning on a Saturday. She stepped in and mostly closed the door behind her. She crept up to my bed and I scooted over to make room. As she sat down, I noticed that she was wearing a new pair of sweatpants and another faded logo t-shirt. It was clear in the light streaming through my blinds that she wasn't wearing a bra, either.
"Thanks again for checking up on me last night. Sorry if I was a bit rude when I shoo'd you out. I just wanted to make sure I could finish the project before I passed out." She smiled at me.
I smiled back and gave my traditional "no worries" mumble, but then looked up at her. She wasn't here just to apologize about being a little abrupt. This was an unexpected visit for other purposes.
"I've been thinking that you've been nice to me this week, and now that I'm done for the weekend, I wanted to be nice in return. What do you want for breakfast?"
I chuckled a little and smiled. "Breakfast? Do I get breakfast in bed?"
She chuckled with me. "Why not? I'll go make us something and grab my laptop so we can watch silly videos while we eat."
"That sounds lovely."
My bed sprang back as she lifted her weight off and in a flash she had left my room and was pitter-pattering down the stairs. I leaned back, enjoying my good fortune. Remembering the washcloth by my bed, I got up, tossed it in my hamper, and relieved myself before snuggling back into bed.
A few minutes later, I heard my sisters footsteps coming back up the stairs. In her hands was a small foldout footstool that she'd co-opted as a makeshift "breakfast in bed" table. On it were a steaming mound of scrambled eggs with toast.
"Yum!" I said, grabbing for the table.
"Let me." She set the table on top of me and then went back downstairs, coming back with two large glasses of juice and her laptop under her arms.
She'd made more than enough eggs to share, so we ended up dividing it between us and pulling her laptop open. We fell into an easy rhythm, eating and laughing at cartoons and comic sketches she would find.
At one point I looked over at her as she laughed and caught myself enjoying the bounce of her breasts under her shirt. I thought back to last night and my forbidden knowledge. I had only just begun to realize how hard it was going to be to keep my promise.
When we had finished breakfast she sat the table to the side and snuggled into bed with me. She'd never done this before, yet it felt perfectly natural. The rest of the morning was our intermittent giggles and the warm feeling of her against me.
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I awoke to hear my sister sharply inhaling air beside me. We must have fallen back asleep after breakfast. She looked like she had a cramp.
"Are you okay?" I asked, watching her grimace.
"I think I slept wrong." She tried to turn her back but then grimaced again.
She looked over at me sheepishly. "Sorry, it looks like I'm going to have to call on your services again. Please?" She pressed her lips together, clearly hoping I'd say yes.
I didn't say anything. Instead, I got up, pulled my sheets back so there wasn't anything in the way and patted the middle of the bed.
She carefully scooted so that she was face-down in the center of the bed and waited. My bed isn't terribly wide, but I was quickly stumped by the mechanics of trying to give a massage on it. I opted to sit beside her and work from that direction.
Again, my hands fell into a surprisingly natural rhythm as they worked over her shirt. I could feel the sore muscle spasm as my fingers rubbed across it, and I hoped for her sake that it wasn't one of those muscle strains that lasts a week before it let up.
As I worked, it was difficult to get the angle that I needed so I adjusted and turned and eventually, carefully, hooked one foot over her, anchoring my ankle against her opposite hip, hovering above her. This definitely helped, albeit a difficult position to hold for a long period of time.
The sprain was a bit low on her back. As I worked, I eventually just gave up and sat on my sister’s legs just below her butt. She didn't complain. From here I could stretch up and work on any part of her back.
I worked and worked, watching to see if she would flinch at something I did and adjusting my position or technique if something was a bit too much. Over time it started to relax, and I noticed another spot a little lower on her back that was also tense. I was starting to work on her back where her shirt ended and rather than trying to stretch it, I put my hands on her bare back instead.
She responded with a simple "that feels good" as I began, which I took as encouragement to keep going. Soon, rubbing the little patch on her back turned into rubbing most of her lower back under her shirt. The rare moan came a little more often now.
"I hate to ask, but can you go a bit lower, too?"
I looked down. I was at the edge of her sweatpants. Cautiously, I worked over top of her pants on the area just above her butt. It was all tight and immediately responded to my touch.
"Oh just like that. Yes. Please." She said, punctuating the last two words with a cute, almost flirty, warmth. As my confidence grew a little in this area I began to work a little lower, finding more taut tissue lower and beside it soft, sore spots.
"Oh right there" she said, with uncharacteristic directness. As I rubbed, a low moan lifted from her belly out her throat. Embarrassed, she tried to be quiet again, but as I worked a second moan followed the first.
I worked over her butt and then scooted down to make room to work on the backs of her legs. Her encouragement continued as I worked.
"Oh my gah... I'm going to owe you breakfast in bed for the next week after this."
I continued, working my thumbs carefully around her inner thigh and then back up her backside until I returned to her lower back. This time I straddled her ass with my thighs.
I leaned up again and did a long stroke with both hands up her bare back. As I did this, I absent-mindedly exhaled and noticed the goosebumps on her back as I sat back up.
My sister said nothing, so I did a similar stroke again, this time getting a little closer to her bare back as I lifted her shirt up with my stroke. Just before third stroke she lifted herself an almost imperceptible amount off the bed, freeing her shirt and allowing it to ride up as I went for my third pass. Again, my face came close to her bare back. I wondered for a moment how high the shirt would have to go before I could see her bare breasts again. The thought caused my heart to beat faster.
Just then, air conditioning kicked on. It hadn't occurred to me that there was a warm day outside, the reliable air conditioning keeping us at the same temperature all day, but the blowing air caused more goose bumps on her. I watched as they rose up her arms. Instinctively, I reached up to gently rub the backs of her arms to warm them back up."Mmmm" was all she said in reply.
I kept working on her back, now bare up to the middle of her shoulder blades. She'd either willed herself not to cover up under the blowing air, or she was enjoying the cool breeze on her skin.
As I began to wind down, I leaned back and gently patted her hips.
"How's that?" I asked.
She leaned back and I quickly realized she wasn't pulling down her shirt, instead opting to stretch with me still on her. My heart stopped as I again caught sight of the forbidden fruit of her chest as her shirt went slack. She continued to stretch, her ass rubbed briefly against me. My thoughts were pulled down to my member. I had been enjoying the sensual side of the massage, but it was definitely reacting to the carnal, feline position my sister had stretched into.
Just like that, it was over. She pulled her feet up under her and slide out from under me and off the bed.
Once she stood up, she did a few more stretches to test her back, giving me a quick glimpse of her mid-drift before saying
"Yes, that's much, much better. Your hands are magic."
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Over the next week, I gave my sister a few more massages, though none quite so involved or sensual as the one on Saturday morning. I had mostly been able to keep my promise to myself to not think of my sister in a sexual way, though there had been a few close calls. Needless to say, I'd built up my own fair bit of tension in the process.
The next Saturday morning, I again was greeted with a soft knock at the door. My sister patiently waited to be invited before entering and closing the door behind her.
I almost asked if she was going to offer breakfast again, but decided that asking might be pushing my luck. Instead, I quietly watched her cross my room and sit on my bed again.
"Good morning," she said looking at my groggy expression.
"Good morning," I replied as I did a half stretch. "And how are we this morning?"
"I'm good," she replied. "Luckily, I have another free Saturday morning. Two in a row. I'm sure that's a record."
I waited to see if she'd finish her pleasantries with any new morning surprises. I wasn't disappointed.
"I have two options for this morning, if you're interested. Both surprises. You can get surprise number 1 or surprise number 2".
"How do I know which to pick?"
"That's part of the fun," she replied, bouncing as she said it. "I promise they'll at least be entertaining."
Entertaining? Sure, why not.
"I choose surprise number 2", picking a random one out of thin air.
"Surprise #2 it is. I hope I can do this one justice. Roll over."
After a beat, I realized what she was offering, so I rolled facedown in the same position she was in a week before. The temperature had gotten hotter and our parents had turned down the a/c to cut back on the bills. This left me sleeping in boxers for most of the week. My sister didn't seem to mind my state of undress. She, too, had cut back to a single long t-shirt over panties, which she was wearing now.
As I settled in, she straddled me as I had done to her before. She began running her hands along my bare back using similar strokes to what I had used on her, stopping to probe my back with her finger tips. She seemed surprisingly adept.
"You're tense."
I just grunted an affirmative.
"Are things okay at the library?"
"They're fine. I've just..." I caught my word in my throat as she rubbed across a surprisingly effective spot.
"Did that hurt?"
"No, that felt amazing. Keep going."
I lay there as she rubbed me. After a few minutes of quiet, she persisted.
"You said it wasn't something at work. Are you okay with your friends?"
I thought back to my high school friends. I'd already lost track of some of them, and managed to hang out with a few that remained when I wasn't working.
"Things are okay there." I said, then thought a little more, "well, I mean, everyone is getting ready for college now, so I don't see them all that much."
The thought made me sad. My sister reached around my bare waist and gave me a tight hug, laying her cheek on my back. I could feel her weight press down on me, her soft breasts pushing her shirt against me, and she just sat there holding me as the sadness passed through me.
She lifted back up and, to my relief, instead of stopping she kept working on me.
"I'm going to miss you." I shocked myself to feel how much I meant those words. We hadn't talked about the end of summer. I wouldn’t be attending same community college as she was. In fact, I'd managed to get a partial scholarship to a four-year college about a two-hour drive away. In a few months, I was going to be moving away, living in the dorms. It hadn't really dawned on me until then that I was going to miss being around this lovely, ever-patient person. A gentle soul so different than some of the other people I'd met at school and work. She didn't have to fake being nice, she was just naturally that sensitive. She made me feel at home.
She shifted off me and slid against my side. Instinctively, I turned to face her as she hugged me close.
She looked up, her eyes welled with tears. Calmly, she slowly kissed my lips. I wasn't even that surprised, I couldn't say why. In that moment it just felt like the most natural thing in the world.
"You are my favorite person in the whole world," she said, her eyes still full with tears. She wasn't sobbing, she wasn't shaking, but I could feel that her heart firmly on her sleeve in that moment. The kindness in her eyes melted me, and I saw deep into her, saw the woman she would grow to be. I felt someone more than my sister looking back at me.
This time it was my turn to react to the feeling. I kissed her on the lips, letting her guide me. She didn't pull away, but instead gently showed me how to kiss softly with the same sensitivity we'd used in massage, feeling each other out. Soon, we slowly opened our mouths and let our tongues taste each other.
The screaming voice of "but that's your sister!" seemed to fade with each moment, as our heartbeats began to grow.
I could have kept just kissing her, touching her and seeing her like this. She was the first to make a move, dragging her finger tips softly against the skin of my back. I moaned a little into her mouth as our lips continued their dance. Soon her fingertips became open palms traveling back and forth on my bare back.
This closeness drove my body forward as my emotions continued to build. My eyes began to tear and my hands followed her lead. She lifted her hip off the bed, giving me easy access under her shirt. I ran my hands over her back, feeling it again, now a familiar thing. Soon, my hands did their own exploring as I went from her back to her side. From her side, they found her stomach. The skin was so soft under my fingers. She pulled back a little to let me explore her. As I explored, my desire grew.
Her hands did their own exploration. She found my legs and ran her fingers along them, and played along my boxers. She slacked her pace and let me take the lead.
Neither of us wanted to take the next step, at least at first. Something in our minds knew that what we were doing up to this point could just be written off as sleepy siblings having a very peculiar emotional response to the knowledge they'd be separated soon. While some siblings would just be extra cruel to each other, we were kissing and touching. To-MAY-to, To-MAH-to.
We could have stopped then, and we probably should have, but my own sexual tension was amplifying everything she did. I couldn't stop. At the very least, I wanted to see her breasts again. I wanted to feel that rush. That desire mixed with my sore emotional state into a cocktail of weakened inhibition.
Once I had the idea, my body acted on its own. My hands went further up. I expected my sister to pull back and slap me. Not that slapping me was in her nature, but surely she would stop me. I was her brother about to touch her bare breasts. I couldn't get away with this, even in our heightened emotional state.
She let me.
She even purred a little in my mouth as I did it. That did it, the course was set.
They were the most amazing things I'd ever felt. They oozed the familiarity of a well-worn book. Something in my body, just like generations before me, knew what breasts would feel like and how to react to touching them. At the same time, I'd never touched a breast before. While I had seen a few, this was a very new experience. My arousal level jumped so high I nearly came.
My sister stopped kissing me and pulled back enough to look me in the eyes. Her hand went up to my cheek and gave it the softest stroke as she continued her gaze. I knew she meant what she said next.
"Don't worry. I'll be right back," she said as she rolled off the bed. I watched her walk across my room and close the door behind her. A minute later I heard her peeing in the bathroom beside my bedroom. The sound brought my attention out of my haze, and I looked over at the clock. We'd already been going for the last hour and a half. It hadn't felt that long.
An hour and a half.
A small unease hit me. Should I be doing this? Should I be here fondling my sister? Should I be taking advantage of her like that? She was so kind to offer to massage me this morning...
I heard her open the door and shut it behind her, this time locking it. Any thoughts of "should" fell away as she walked back to the bed and slid in beside me.
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We didn't immediately start kissing again. Something in us told us to savor it a bit longer.
I reached up and stroked her cheek like she had done to me earlier. She smiled as her brown-green eyes caught the sunlight from the window. Each time she did that now, I could feel something between us settling, solidifying. Each smile I knew it meant more, that she was telegraphing something to me.
"There's no rush," she said flashing me another smile. I suddenly felt both older and younger than my 18 years. For a moment, that younger side felt terror of the unknown, of what this all meant, of what it might mean tomorrow. I didn't know what tomorrow would look like, but I knew that I was scared. She could feel it, too, her eyes replied. She watched me, and gave me the moment to feel the fear before I felt her arms around my neck.
"There's no book for how this feels," she said holding my face against her cheek. "We're going to write it."
My fear didn't completely dissolve, but as I looked at her, I knew what she meant. We weren't going to be separated. Starting today, we were going to take on the world together. We were going to teach each other what we could, and face whatever comes side-by-side.
Overcome, my eyes started to water again, and she smiled watching my emotions play out in front of her, giving me the time to feel them and then kissing me again as the tear rolled down my cheek.
Like waves on a distant beach, a new wave of need came over me. As it swept over me, I heard her moan. She could feel it, too. I felt a new resolve growing and with it grew my member between us, still covered by my boxers.
I ran my hand along her thighs, again wanting to touch the skin of her breasts. As I passed over her hip, I felt nothing but skin. My sister had removed her panties before coming back in the room! This made my heart beat so fast that my vision blurred. She reached back and moved my hand to her ass. As I gave it a squeeze, she reacted by biting my bottom lip, which sent chills down past my crotch to my toes.
We kissed as a rubbed her bare ass. My hand traveled between her ass cheeks I guided a gentle finger. I had seen people do this before, but I wasn't sure what I was going to find. I was afraid she wouldn't be clean or she would react poorly. Instead, she moved so I could get better access. I continued caressing as we kissed, moving from one cheek to softly rub against her hole then back to her other cheek.
She moved down away from my lips to my neck and proceeded to nibble there. Each nibble caused my heart beat to rise a bit more, which I wouldn't have thought possible. For a minute, I wasn't sure what to do next. I'd never touched a woman like this before.
Sensing my hesitation, she pulled away, putting a gentle hand on my chest as she did. With a twisting motion, she pulled her shirt off and dropped it to the floor. I stared at her body, soaking it in. She always wore either work clothes or her baggy outfits, so I was shocked to see that underneath she hid a fit body with a round ass, soft wide hips, and b-cup breasts with a flat stomach. The body of a teenage yoga junky and my sister's body were somehow one and the same.
"Wow," I breathed. She blushed, watching me take her in. She didn't move, instead letting me make the first step.
"You can do anything you want to me," she said. No restrictions, no boundaries. So unlike the girls I tried to date a few years ago at church. This was warm, raw, and welcoming. Without any reservation.
As my eyes caught hers, she saw that I wasn't looking at her as an object. I saw her surrender. Reached up and laid my hand on her bare belly, silently thinking her for this moment.
With that, I stood up and pulled down my boxers and let them fall to the floor.
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She laid perfectly still as I crawled on top of her, true to her word to welcome what I would do next. I kissed her again on the lips, this time completely as new lover to new lover. I wasn't sure what I was going to do next, but I wanted her to know that I still cared. She smiled against my lips as we kissed, feeling the heat of my skin come to rest on her.
I held myself, not trusting her to be able to take my whole weight. I wasn't overweight, but I was easily half a foot taller and 30 lbs heavier. She stayed still, only responding to me as much as I was willing to go.
Her patience and trust spurred me on and soon I found myself kissing the length of her front. She bit her lip to prevent giggles as I kissed ticklish spots. As I got to her breast, and began kissing and sucking on it, she drew in air sharply. Despite her best efforts, she had to turn to moan, using my pillow to stifle the sound.
I went from one breast to the other, giving it a similar treatment. I could feel the electricity of her arousal on her skin and smell it in the air. I would come to learn more about the smell over time and how to subtly sense it, but there was no subtlety now.
I watched as my sister's eyes moved from love to need as I kissed and teased.
She slowly spread her legs as I moved further down, making room for me to explore between them. I kissed her thighs and looked up at her mound. The smell was stronger here. I didn't find it unpleasant at all. It had the same dreamy feel of familiarity. I wasn't sure what to do, so I moved to the opening and gently ran my tongue across her lips. The flavor was like nothing I'd ever tasted. My body signaled me to do it again. And again. I obliged this feeling and my sister fought to not writhe under each lap. Soon, as I watched her expression, I settled into a steady rhythm of strokes with my tongue. She had bit the pillow to muffle her whimpering, small tremors taking her body.
I had never seen a woman orgasm before in person, but I enjoyed the delicious display my sister put on as I licked. Soon, though, I could feel my own member beginning to ache. I shifted up off the bed and returned to kissing up her belly, across her breasts, up to her neck and to her mouth. As she tasted herself on me, the last of her willpower collapsed.
She hooked her heels against my ass and pulled at me, her body succumbing to the animal hunger a mere inch away from being satisfied.
I had read about different animals mating. How some mate from behind, how the flower uses the bee, and for each living thing I wondered how they ever learned to do it in the first place.
I didn't have to wonder long. My sister used her hips and legs to line me up, and, reaching between us, pushed me down and into her in one movement. I felt myself sink deep into her heat. I almost came with that feeling. Looking at her, I felt both at home and hornier than I'd ever been. I'd laugh about this later, knowing no one would know what this felt like. No one but her.
Her eyes smiled and she relaxed. I could feel the walls of her vagina hug me, holding me inside.
"I love you so much," she said looking up at me. "I mean it. You can have anything you want." I wasn't sure what she meant, since I was already inside of her. I tried to read her meaning in her eyes, but just then her legs pulled me tighter and then relaxed. I felt myself slide in her warm, slick tunnel, and it filled me with a desire to go as deep into her as I could. As I pushed on my own, she leaned her head back in approval and began matching her rhythm to me.
Each thrust was met with hers, and I pushed to get as deep as I could.
"Deeper," I must have said under my breath.
She shifted and looked at me knowingly and then held my hips steady as she pulled herself off my penis. I didn't get the sense she was running away, as she sure wasn't scrambling for the door, but I didn't understand what was coming next until she has turned all the way around and laid like she had been when I massaged her. She lifted her ass in the air, and turned and placed one of my pillows under her hips. I realized what she meant and lined myself up and drove into her pussy. Deeper I went. I tested her back as I leaned into her, and she moaned even louder in the pillow.
I gave in then. Once I felt how far in I could go from this angle, I was a man possessed. I started slow but soon I was fucking her as deeply as I could with each stroke. The animal side had firmly won, there were no tender kisses in this pounding.
She took it. Each stroke as it pounded into her. I swelled as I began to climb towards the climax.
I didn't have time to ask if she was on birth control. I had yet to build up my tolerance to have enough self-control to pull out. I was 18 years old, fucking my hot sister, who had submitted completely to me.
When I came, I didn't slow down, I just kept pumping. When she felt the load, she bucked against me and let out a guttural moan into the pillow that it failed to contain.
"Uuuuuuhhgggggggg" another wave hit me and took me higher, listening to her come. I finally slowed and dropped like a rock beside her. My bedroom reeked with the smell of sex. I realized this was not my first time smelling this smell, but I didn't want to bring that up with my sister right now.
Instead, I just looked over at her without any judgment and slid my hand softly up and down her bare back. A second later she looked over at me.
She kissed me as she came down from her high. It was sweet and intimate. I was quickly growing to love the feel of her lips against mine. I could feel myself giving into her as she continued kissing me, gently rubbing my arm, and feeling her hand drop down to my crotch which was again swelling in response to her attentions.
As she hooked a leg over me, she added "this time, you're mine."
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We made love three times that day. I don't know how Mom and Dad didn't hear. How did they leave us alone so long? Why didn't they call us down for lunch?
I mentioned it to my sister and she looked over at me, her cheeks warm with post-coital glow.
"That is weird, isn't it?"
We did our best to clean up and put on something to walk downstairs. On the table was a note:
"Lunch is in the fridge. 90 seconds in the microwave.
Don't stay in bed all day you two. It's a beautiful day outside.
- Mom"
"Does she... know?" I asked. Neither of us knew. But when I thought about it, I wasn't sure I cared. I had found my real love, my partner, in my sister.
I looked outside.
"She's right. It's gorgeous out there."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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