Chapitre 1556: MATURE SIBLINGS COME TOGETHER
was in the middle of a rather ugly divorce. I guess that when money matters arise, things often get ugly. At some point, I decided that it was too much for me and I moved out of our home, hoping that the distance would allow us both to think more clearly and less emotionally. So I moved back to my parents' and let my wife stay in our apartment until we either signed the divorce papers or sorted things out.
It isn't easy going back to your parents' home at the age of 42, but I had to go somewhere, and since my parents had a large home, it seemed like the reasonable solution. The house had two stories, an attic and a cellar. Downstairs was a big living room, kitchen and my parent's unit, which included their bedroom and a bath. They had set it up downstairs, since they were getting older and didn't want to have to climb the stairs all the time. Upstairs, untouched for some years now, were three bedrooms, a bathroom and a balcony.
As it happened, my sister, Chloe, had already been living with my parents for a while. A little more than a year before, after not being able to find the "right man," she decided to have a child anyway. She was 39, and worried she would never have the chance if she kept waiting. In the early stages of her pregnancy, she moved to my parents', so that she would not be alone in the late phases of the pregnancy and first months with the new baby. A few months later, after a long but safe delivery, Stacy joined our family.
My parents were of course very happy to have both their son and their daughter home again, just like old times. We even got our old rooms back. Chloe had already made her old room cozy again, with a mixture of some of her old teenager stuff that my parents kept, such as the pink cover over the bed and teddy bears on her small couch.
After a short while, I discovered that it was not so bad living there: I was surrounded with people who loved me unconditionally and without judgment, and I got to spend quality time with them, which was something I had not done in a long time. My parents did their best to be considerate, and tried not to tell us how to live or solve our problems, instead trying to just be there for me and for my sister. I helped out as much as I could, and helped sis with her baby - which was a lot of fun for me, since I did not have kids of my own. Helping sis with her baby made us spend time together in a way we never had before. Instead of returning to our relationship of quarreling teenagers, we found ourselves as adults who offered and appreciated the comforts of a caring family member.
Spending time together, Chloe and I naturally got to talk quite a lot, and I learned that despite being single, she didn't go out a lot, especially not after getting pregnant, which meant that it had now been over a year since she had gone out for a fun night. With me, it was almost the same. My marriage hit the rocks and for the past year or so, my wife and I had hardly spoken without raising our voices at each other (let alone go out for dinner, to the theatre or anywhere else a loving couple would go). So, having a quiet, civilized talk with someone was a welcome change for me. I suppose that sis enjoyed our time together as well, because we spent more and more evenings together. After Chloe or I put Stacy to bed, we would often chat over a cup of tea or some light wine, almost about anything, until our eyelids grew heavy, demanding we retire.
"You know," Chloe said one evening as we sat in the living room, half watching some sitcom. "You never asked me why I was still single, being 40 already."
"Should I have?" I replied.
"No, and I'm so glad you didn't. You also didn't try to give me an advice how to find a man, or tell me I should go out more, should do this or that. It's so nice to finally talk to someone who doesn't judge or try to give some stupid advice. Thank you for that."
"You took the words right out of my mouth. Not having someone trying to give me marriage advice, or tell me their own marriage story, is a relief."
I raised my teacup in a toast. Sis did the same and said "to non-judgmental conversations. May there be plenty of them".
"Indeed," I replied with a smile.
She squirmed closer to me on the couch and laid her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her shoulder and we continued watching and talking for another hour.
The next morning, Saturday, I woke up in a good mood. The previous night had been a delightful beginning of the weekend. In such a good mood, I felt that a special breakfast was in order. Fresh pancakes, I thought. Let's see if sis agrees. I went to her room and knocked on the door.
"Just a sec ..." I heard from inside. "Alright, come in."
I opened the door. Chloe was sitting on the bed, which was standing against the wall to my right. She was leaning on the bed back. The blanket covered her up to the waist. She was wearing what looked like a loose white tank, but it was blocked by Stacy, whom she held to her breast. Chloe had a small baby blanket over her left side and the baby's head, to keep Stacy cozy (and herself modest). The blanket fell diagonally from her left shoulder toward her right arm, leaving the right shoulder exposed.
"Oh, morning..." I said. "Is now a bad time?"
"No, it's OK, mornings are like that." She smiled as her eyes were examining me: I was not better dressed. I remembered that in my excitement I had left my room with just my boxer shorts and a T.
"Oops," I said with a smile. "Never mind," I continued. "Just wanted to ask if you felt like pancakes for breakfast?"
"Great idea!" She answered.
I smiled back and turned to leave, but as I was about to close the door behind me, my parents' cat, Fluffy, sneaked quickly into the room.
"Morning, Fluffy", I said.
Fluffy didn't pay me any notice, it seemed that he was chasing something, maybe a fly, since he was jumping all over the place and climbing furniture.
"No, not there, the shelf's loose!" cried Chloe as Fluffy was about to jump on a small shelf.
But it was too late. The cat was already jumping on the shelf containing some pocket books and a few small decorations. The moment the cat landed on it, the whole shelf gave way. Its contents spilled onto the floor and bed, very close to Chloe, but I could not tell from where I was standing if they hit her. With a mother's reflexes, Chloe lifted Stacy with both hands and hugged her tightly. The baby, who was startled by all the commotion, started crying. In her rush movement to hug her daughter, Chloe dropped the small blanket that was covering her left side. Her left breast hung free, now naked to the eye. To my eye. Her brownish nipple was still swollen from the feeding, and it seemed as if it wanted to continue feeding, since a drop of milk was forming on the tip of the nipple. In a man's instinct, which was stronger than I could restrain, I stared at the full nipple, dripping milk, forgetting that it was my own sister's. Fortunately though, I came to my senses quickly, and hurried to make sure that she was alright.
"Are you OK?"
I asked, but did not wait for a reply and hugged her shortly
"I'm fine, nothing hit me."
When I let her go, sis noticed that her left tit, on the side I hugged, was still exposed and reached for the blanket to cover it.
"Sorry," I muttered, smiled a stupid smile and said, trying to sound as if nothing had happened, "pancakes in 20 minutes," and left the room.
As I returned to my room, I noticed a small wet spot on the right side of my chest, milk from Chloe's nipple. The vision of her bare breast with the swollen dripping nipple came to my mind, which together with the wet spot, abruptly caused my dick to fill with fresh blood to a full, almost aching, erection.
Oh no, I thought at my excited at my sister's body. I tried routing my thoughts elsewhere. I told myself how awful it was - but to no avail; my friend was stubborn. Cold water would help, I decided.
I climbed into the shower and turned the cold water on. The chilled stream caused my body to shake, and brought goose bumps to my skin. My dick shrank a little, but the feeling inside was still hot. I started rubbing myself dry, and as I got a little warm, my dick became immediately hard again. I stood there, naked and hard, feeling the blood pumping intensely up to the tip of my swollen dick. The vision of my own sister's nipple, brownish and swollen, would not leave me in peace.
As an instinct, I pressed my hand around my dick, causing a drop of pre-cum to ooze out. Now there was no stopping, I had to masturbate. I hurried into my room, and masturbated enthusiastically. I tried not to think about my sister, tried to route my fantasy to other images, but it was pointless, the bare breast, the swollen, dripping nipple and even images of her clinging to me yesterday evening came to my mind. I came with a huge load, which landed all over my legs and bed sheets. I disregarded my guilt feelings, saying to myself that imagining and fantasizing was OK, it still did not mean I really wanted to have sex with my own sister, this was merely a harmless masturbation.
Breakfast wasn't ready in 20 minutes as promised, but was still a success. When we finished, my parents thanked me and even sis hugged me and said, "Thanks for the treat." As she hugged me, I felt her soft tits against my chest. What was I thinking? We hugged probably dozens, if not hundreds of times, in our lives, and even in the last few weeks, but never with any sexual thoughts. Suddenly now, I was aware of her tits against my chest. As she broke the hug, I felt my member starting to react. Oh man, not now. I started to occupy myself with clearing the table and doing the dishes - and thankfully it worked.
The next morning I woke up at about five thirty, needing to pee. Half asleep, I went to the toilet. Because the house was already partly lit by the sun, I preferred not to switch on the bathroom light, as not to blind my sleepy eyes. I pushed the door behind me, without bothering to fully close it fully.
Suddenly, as I was peeing, the light went on and I heard a feminine "Oops."
Chloe was standing at the door. "The lights were not on, and the door not closed ...," she said in an apologizing tone.
I was surprised but it was impossible to stop in mid-stream. Once you tap my spigot, it runs until empty.
"Do you mind?" I said.
"Of course, yes, sorry," she answered, went out, and closed the door completely.
I finished peeing, and as I passed by her on the way back to my room, she said, "Well, at least now we are even!" and winked at me.
"Excuse me? Oh ... yes ..." I pretended as if I hardly remembered. "You are so childish," I told her.
"Well, what's wrong with being sometimes childish as an adult?" she said with a smile.
I smiled back heading to my room as sis entered the bathroom.
When I returned to my room, I found myself excited by the fact that sis saw me naked. The toilet bowl was in direct line diagonally to the door, so that my dick was no doubt exposed to her eyes. A feeling of excitement accompanied by disgust about my excitement flooded me. I went back to bed and could not sleep; I turned from side to side in bed until the alarm clock finally rang.
During the next few days we continued spending time together. I tried to forget all the "incidents," but it seemed that I only repressed them. When living together and feeling comfortable in each other's company you get to see the other person not always at their most decent levels of dress. For example, sis did not always wear a bra around the house, nor did she bother to cover her cleavage when bending. These were not meant to be erotic situations, and I am sure that sis didn't plan them, but they happened. Nevertheless, I was still aroused by them. Whenever I noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra, I would instinctively look for the outlines of her nipple through the fabric, or my eyes would wander down her cleavage when she bent over...
One night an incident of this kind almost crossed the acceptable border. The house was dark, so I assumed everyone was asleep. I went down to the living room in my boxer shorts and T-shirt to watch TV. After a few minutes of watching some comedy, I saw sis coming down the stairs.
"I couldn't sleep, and heard the TV, so I thought I'd watch some instead of just lying there. Maybe I'll be more tired later," she said as she came nearer.
She was wearing a simple, low cut nightshirt made of worn-out cotton fabric in a white-cream color. It was a rather loose cotton shirt, reaching halfway down her thighs. Her light brown hair hung loose to just below her shoulder blades.
"Sure, come on and join me," I said and smiled at her.
She sat down on the armchair, to the right of the sofa I was sitting on.
"What are you watching?" she asked.
"Just a sitcom, I can't watch anything serious late at night."
As I looked at her, I thought I noticed the dark hue of her nipples behind the thin fabric of her nightshirt. I quickly turned my head to the TV, in order not to stare. We continued chatting and watching TV together for a few minutes. In between, I could not help but sneak more looks at her breast: now I was convinced that I was really noticing the shades of her aureoles.
As my dick started to swell against my will, she suddenly asked "feel like a hot cup of tea?"
"Sure," I replied
Sis went to the kitchen and came back couple of minutes later with two cups in her hands. When she bent down to put the cups on the coffee table, my eyes fixed automatically on her cleavage. She stayed in that position only a second or two, putting the cups down, but it was enough for me to see down her shirt. Her aureole was copper-brownish and about 1-1.5 inch in diameter, situated at the center of a medium-small tit. At the tip of the hanging tit the nipple itself looked like the blunt end of the arrow, which hit my arousal exactly at its center. Suddenly, she took her right hand and pressed her shirt to her body, closing the cleavage. Was it an instinct or had I been caught red handed? She did not say anything.
I decided it was better not take chances and said "Sorry" with a stupid smile on my face, "a man's instinct" - this was the cleverest thing that came to mind.
"What?" She seemed baffled.
So she really didn't notice. "Nothing, nothing." I said.
"You can't start saying something and then say it's nothing, it's not fair."
"Let's leave it be."
"Come on, what man's instinct?"
Stupid me, why did I have to blabber? But what could I do now; no reasonable explanation came to my mind "A man's instinct to look down a cleavage. Remember the episode of Seinfeld, with the producer's daughter and her cleavage? Men are like that."
I could see the gears in her head working, until it clicked and she said:
"You mean, even when you're 40 years old you act like you're 14 years old - looking down a girl's shirt and thinking only about one thing?" She said with a smile.
"Well, thinking about it is the only thing I've got left, at least for the past year." I suddenly confessed, not knowing why, head down.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to hit a nerve." She replied and sat next to me.
"My divorce isn't your fault," I said. "And anyway, I'm the one who should be apologizing, but after over a year without ... you know, my eyes wander to unthinkable places ..."
"Do you mean," she interrupted me with an insulted tone "That you find me that appalling? So unthinkable to even look at?"
"No, not at all," I said clumsily. "You are a very attractive woman ... by 'unthinkable' I meant that you're my sister. You really are very attractive."
"Thank you. That's kind, but how can you say I'm attractive when you see that." She stood up, lifted her nightshirt up to her waist and grabbed the flesh above her panty line. "I'm so fat, like a sumo wrestler."
For a moment there, I was stunned. Chloe was standing half-naked beside me as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Years ago it would have been. When we were younger, living all together as a family, I had seen her a few times in her underwear (and she me), but it had never had any erotic meaning. But now, after the earlier "incidents," my mind was immediately taking things in a sexual direction. She wore pink cotton panties with a heart pattern in light red, low cut, and with a stripe of lace sewn around. No hair was showing on the side, it was displayed as perfectly as if she were modelling it for a commercial. I could not let her notice the reaction inside my boxer, so I brought my knees to my chest. I looked at her belly, trying hard not to let my eyes wonder lower.
"Come on, you're certainly not fat, you are a very sexy woman," I told her honestly.
"Do you really think so?"
"Of course I do!"
"You are the sweetest brother." She said, kissing me on my cheek. She sat on the sofa beside me and said: "I am sure your drought period will be over soon, now that you're not living with Sharon any more, you will surely find a woman soon. Just don't try to hit on women by looking down their blouses." She added with a smile.
"Oh, come on. I said I was sorry."
"I was just teasing you. I also have not had a man in about ... I think almost 2 years. You know, women also think about these things ..."
"I guess so," I said, embarrassed by the sudden confession. I was uncomfortable with this line of conversation. It was awkward talking about it with my sister. But we were both grown-ups, and besides, when you are aroused as a man your mind is not always as sharp as when you are "sober". I took my cup of tea, which was lukewarm by now, in my hand. At the same time, Chloe moved to find a better position. She accidentally hit the cup spilling half of it over my boxers.
"Oh, sorry, let me get you a towel"
I tried wiping my boxers dry, but it was pointless, the thin cotton fabric sucked the liquid and became almost transparent. When she returned, I covered my groin with the towel she gave me, but was sure that she managed to get at least a partial glimpse of my private area, especially since I shave and have no hairs to conceal anything.
"I'm going to go change, and maybe I'll simply go to sleep" I said and walked towards the stairs.
"I'm sorry, really, so clumsy of me. Don't be angry with me, you can change and come down again".
"I'm not angry, really, but it's getting late anyway..."
"You're really not angry?" she asked and came to me making a puppy face.
"Of course", I assured her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She then grabbed me and gave me a hug, and I hugged her back. It was a completely innocent hug, but I still, against my conscious will, noticed her breasts pressing against my torso. I broke the hug, turned around quickly and hurried to my room, muttering "good night" on the way.
The whole situation was embarrassing. The awkward talk about our love lives, my boxers getting wet and ... it now occurred to me, after breaking the hug I forgot to cover my boxers again with the towel, which meant the sis could have another glimpse of my skin inside the boxers. I found myself again aroused by this notion.
I went to bed, trying to repress the sexual feeling. The night was difficult. It took me very long to fall sleep, the image of Chloe's nipple would not leave me, and the intense feeling in my dick would not let me fall asleep. But, eventually I did. I woke the next morning, proud of myself for not giving in to my animal instincts last night. I put a large T-shirt and my boxers on (I sleep nude in summer) and went to the bathroom. When I came out I saw Chloe coming towards me (actually towards the bathroom) wearing a loose and short tank top, which barely covered her underwear. The openings for the arms and for the neck were very generous, and I could see a little of the sides and upper parts of her breasts. It was as if she had ignored what I said the night before. Did she do this intentionally to embarrass me? On the other hand, it was her home as well; I could not expect her to dress in a way convenient to me, merely because of my weakness."Morning," she said.
What a relief I was wearing a large T, since blood was starting to flow to my dick again. "Morning," I mumbled, avoiding her eyes, still embarrassed by last night's events, and by the current reaction of my dick, and hurried back to my room.
I could not allow myself to have an erection or sexual thoughts every time I saw my sister dressed less-conservatively than an Amish woman. I decided to masturbate to get rid of the erection, thinking this might relieve the inner tension for a few days at least. I was aroused and angry with myself at the same time. I took my boxers off and went onto my bed, but as I grabbed my cock, I heard a knock on the door.
"Go away," I said with an impatient tone.
"Please, Michael, I wanna talk to you."
"Later," I answered.
"Michael, don't push me away, please!"
I did not answer, hoping she would go.
"Michael?" I heard her calling again. "I don't care, I'm coming in."
Oh shit. I covered myself quickly with a blanket. I was sitting in bed, so it hid my lower body to about my waist. She ducked inside the room.
"I'm sorry to burst into your room like this, but it is important that I talk to you. I want you to know that I'm not angry with you."
"OK." I could not think of anything more tasteful to say.
"By the way, why are you still in bed, aren't you going to work today?"
I had to find a quick answer, and the only one I could think of was, "I'm ill, I think I'll stay at home today."
"Look," she continued, "I understand your situation. We are still young and have needs. So you get easily aroused, so you looked down my shirt ... Do you know how many men have looked down my shirt in my life? Sometimes it was very intruding and even intimidating, and sometimes I found it funny, or even used it to my advantage. It once helped me get better conditions at the bank. The clerk, a 25 years old boy, could not take his eyes off my cleavage. So I bent forward a little more, to give him a better view, distracting him so he gave me the loan I wanted at my terms."
"Thank you for trying to comfort me," I replied with a smile. But I'm not a boy anymore and I'm your brother, acting the way I did was embarrassing and inappropriate."
"Come on, 'inappropriate'? So you saw a tit, big deal, have you never seen a tit in your life? I'm sure you accidently saw even mom's tits when we were young. So what? If I don't make a big deal out of it, then you shouldn't either. Get out of this lousy mood, get out of bed and go to work. You'll see that in the evening you'll feel better!"
"Maybe, I don't know ..."
"Out of bed, now!" She said in a determined voice, pulling my blanket off with one stroke and throwing it on the floor behind her. That was so unexpected, I tried to grab the blanket with my hand, but it was too late.
"Oh, sorry," Chloe said in a rather natural tone, when she saw my nakedness.
"I always sleep nude," I said. "Now will you please give me my blanket back?" I said, covering my groin with my hands.
"Yes, sure, sorry ..." She turned back, lifted the blanket and covered me. "Now I guess I should ignore you, walk with my head down all day, just like you did?" she asked rhetorically.
"The difference is," I answered, "that this was an accident, whereas my eyes searched their way under your shirt."
"Come on," she said, "you saw an exposed tit, I saw and exposed penis. Let's simply leave it be."
"You're right." I had to admit. "Now please leave so I can get dressed and go to work.
Sis went out and I stood up in order to get dressed. But before I could put my underwear on, she opened the door again, shoved her head inside, I turned my back to her.
"There's no point pretending to be ill or playing such games with me, I know you long enough to see when you are trying to hide the truth." She said and left.
What was that all about? Was she really so indifferent to such situations that she'll stick here head in knowing I'm probably naked or did she come back on purpose to get another glimpse?
Whatever her reason may have been, her talk lifted my spirit. I understood she was either not making a big deal of every incident or she was playing along, because she pitied me for being so unfulfilled. Either way, she didn't consider me a pervert.
During the day at work I thought a lot about our talk that morning. I also remembered her seeing me fully naked for a few seconds, not hurrying to cover me or look away. Was she also aroused? I didn't think so, since, as she said, these things happened and they were natural. And if she didn't give it an erotic meaning, why would she look away? I couldn't figure out what she felt. The only thing I knew for sure was that her seeing me naked made me horny.
When I came back home I had to masturbate, to let out the load I had held inside me the whole day. This time, following our talk this morning, I was able ignore my guilty feelings. It was alright to think and fantasize about sex, even if it was my sister's body - this was the conclusion I derived from our talk. It was only a harmless fantasy. During masturbation, I noticed once the guilt feelings were gone, it was extremely hot thinking of my own sister while masturbating. Actually, the fact she was my sister was more arousing than most fantasies I had had in a long time. I also expected this fantasy to fade away after a few days, but it didn't. On the contrary, from day to day it became more intense, and I found myself wondering what would happen if it did come true.
From that point on, I did not look away when I accidentally saw parts of my sister's body. I did not lurk for them, and was not rude or intruding, but when I had the chance to see skin, I took it. I don't know if sis noticed me, but I didn't care anymore, and she either didn't notice or didn't care.
On the other hand, I wanted to see my sister to see me exposed. This was my way of pushing the fantasy just a bit further. So I started being sloppy about keeping my privacy.
One time, for example, after taking a shower, I waited until I heard my sister in the corridor, wrapped a towel around my waist and went to my room. I pushed my door behind me, so that it stayed ajar, enough for someone to peek inside without suspecting it was left open on purpose. I stood with my back to the door and took the towel off. I thought I heard steps nearing, and excitement started to fill me.
I dressed slowly. When I was almost completely dressed I heard Stacy crying, then steps in the corridor, followed by sis calming Stacy down. Had she really been watching?
It may have been my imagination, but I thought that sis started getting sloppy as well. A few days after I intentionally dressed with the door ajar, she did the same, changing with her room door slightly open. It was early dawn, so one could say she didn't know I would be awake, but I suspect she had heard me. Anyway, I came a little too late, but managed to see her from behind in her cotton panties and bra, putting her pants and shirt on.
About two weeks after the encouraging talk in my room, I came down with a cold even though it was July. Chloe brought me a cup of hot tea to bed since it was Sunday and she had the day off. She was still wearing her pajamas, which were very short shorts (not even completely covering her butt), and a pajama blouse unbuttoned to the bottom of her sternum, made of pink chiffon. She sat in front of me, crossing her legs. Her shorts were so short and loose, I could continually see her panties, also pink. Was she teasing me again? We talked about this and that, and, as in almost every talk we had since I moved in, arrived at the theme of our non-existing relationships.
"The woman I saw you with yesterday, are you dating her? She seemed nice." Sis asked.
"Her? noooo! She's just a colleague. And anyway, I'm not interested in her."
"Why? She's good looking, and according to her body language, she seems to like you?"
"I don't know, she's just not my type."
"You're really not doing anything to help yourself, and then you wonder why the only one rubbing your friend 'down there' is you."
She paused for a second. I wanted to object, but it was useless, we were both grown-ups, and there was no point denying I had been masturbating. But her saying it out loud was another line crossed.
"Is this really enough for you?" She asked and bent forward. This gave me an alluring view of her tits. I could see down to her nipples. These brownish-copper colored, slightly puffy nipples, which had probably swelled during pregnancy and breastfeeding, were so inviting. Had she not been my sister I would have taken them in my mouth and sucked them dry.
"Hey," I heard her suddenly raising her voice, "seen enough to go on for a couple of more days?" she said in a spiteful tone, straightening up. "You know what, let's get it over with," she continued angrily and ripped her nightshirt open. "Have a good look, as long as you like. This is really too much already. I know what I said, but you went too far. I'm your bloody sister!" I didn't know where to look. I tried looking away, but it was pointless, and moreover - it was too late!
The sight of her small, but round and swollen nipples recalled the images of the first time I accidentally seen them. "Come on, don't be shy!"
I guessed I had gone too far. I stared at her with a sorrowful look, not knowing what to say or do.
"Finished?" She wrapped the shirt around her body and left the room.
I was stunned, this was against all I had seen, and all the hidden messages I had received or believed I had. Maybe she didn't fuss about it as long as I looked discretely? Maybe I really did go too far and was too blunt?
I dressed and decided to apologize. I went to her room, where she was sitting in bed still holding her night shirt closed with her two hands. "May I come in?" I asked hesitantly through the open door.
"Yes".
"Look, sis, I really am sorry. I think I had better find quickly my own place, and get out of your sight for a while."
"Oh, Michael, don't be stupid. I'm sorry I yelled at you and behaved the way I did, but I had a rough night. Stacy didn't sleep well. She woke up every hour for half the night, then fell asleep and didn't wake up until now, so in addition to not sleeping well, my breasts are full of milk so much that they ache. On top of all that you caring only about my breasts, well... it was too much."
"I really, really, am sorry. I don't know what to say."
"You are my brother, and I do love you deeply, but this is my home too, and I want to be able to wear comfortable clothes, walk with my nightshirt on to the bathroom or watch TV with comfortable shorts without feeling ogled..."
"Of course, you are so right," I interrupted her. "And maybe this is the reason I should leave..."
"There really is no need for that. I just want you to respect me and my private domain." She said in a calm tone. "We are both adults, so we can work this out without extreme measures like leaving. We are family, after all!"
"Thank you, sis, for being so understanding." I replied, relieved. "I promise to behave"
Sis replied with a forced smile.
"I've got it." Suddenly an idea had come to mind. "Let me make it up to you. Let me take you out to a nice dinner next weekend. What do you say?"
"You really don't have to."
"But I want to. Why not? Come on, mom and dad will babysit Stacy and we can relax, chat and enjoy good food, maybe it'll relieve some stress and get our relationship as brother and sister back on track. Okay?"
"Well... why not," she said in a slightly unsure tone.
"It's a date then. Next Saturday, I'll pick you up."
"Ha ha, very funny," she replied with a smile.
I smiled back. "Great," I said and left the room.
I had a week to get on track and make things better between sis and me, so that the evening would be enjoyable, without any clouds of discomfort between us.
From this point on I tried to put my best behavior on, and yet a few things happened, which I did not know how to interpret. I'd expected on one hand that sis would be much more careful and aware of her clothing and movements after the outburst on Sunday, but on the other hand, she had the right, as she said herself, to act and dress normally and comfortably at home. Therefore these following "incidents" confused me even more. Not a day passed, and on Monday evening, when got back home she left her shopping bag on the hallway stand, lying on its side with a new thong in it?
"Did you see my shopping bag?" Chloe asked a few minutes later. "I can't remember where I left it."
When I brought it to her it was obvious I could see what was inside, as it was like those gift bags, which stand on their own and always stay a bit open. It did not seem to bother her though. Should it have?
Again, maybe it was just my perverted mind, and there was nothing to it. But a few hours later, after Stacy was asleep, I heard some dragging noises and a light boom from the kitchen. As I went down the stairs, I called: "Sis, is that you, are you alright"
"Yes, it's me", she replied "can you please help me get something from the top shelf?"
When I arrived to the kitchen, I saw her standing on a stool, wearing just a T-shirt. She was stretching her arm high, trying to get something from the top shelf in the kitchen cupboard. This caused her T-shirt to climb up, exposing a great deal of her pretty round ass, with just a thong (maybe the new one?) covering the crack between her ass cheeks. Was this also a coincidence?
Another evening we were chatting as we often did. Chloe was sitting on the couch to my side, facing me. She was wearing cotton pajamas, which consisted of a T-shirt and very short shorts. Under the T she did not wear a bra, of course, but I saw no significance in this; I wouldn't expect her to wear a bra under a pajamas shirt. But when she crossed her legs on the couch, her shorts could not cover her panties, which were rather narrow and thus exposed a bit of pink flesh. To avoid the temptation of staring, I put my arm around her shoulder so that she would turn her side to me. She then reacted by laying her head on my shoulder. We sat there, me caressing her upper arm with the palm of the hugging arm, and her clinging to me. The sensation was immense. The sexual feeling caused by what I have just seen combined with the warmness and gentleness of the touch of the body of my beloved sister in mine, was the point of no return in my feelings. It was then and there that I knew that I wanted more than anything to make love to my sister. To feel her skin touching mine, her sweat mixing in mine as we kiss lovingly and passionately.
This aggregation of incidents in such a short period of time was too much of a coincidence in my eyes. What was she doing? Even if that was considered by her acting normal, I would have expected her to be more considerate and try to be a bit more modest, for my sake. But she didn't. So after seeing a piece of pussy all my remorse left me. I knew immediately, against all reason, that I wanted to have my sister - really have her - and not only in my dreams or fantasies. I didn't know how to make it happen, but this thought, combined with the show I enjoyed, made the blood rush quickly to my dick.
I hurried to my room trying to conceal my erection. My penis was already dripping pre-cum as I was getting undressed. I took all my clothes off, went into bed and started masturbating passionately. In my fantasy I called Chloe's name. As I became lost in the excitement, I did not notice that the words began to really leave my mouth. As I neared climax and was about to shoot my load, I heard Chloe's voice
"Bro, you called me?"
My cum was about to burst out, so I tried to mutter a "No", but I don't know what came out. It must have worried her, because I heard footsteps and a couple of seconds later she opened the door to my room.
I managed to pull the blanket over me and take my hands out, but I could not stop the orgasm. As sis stood by my bed, unaware of what was happening under the blanket, I could feel my dick spurting the first load of cum all over the blanket and my thighs.
"Are you alright?" She asked. "You look flushed, and you're sweating." She said as she sat down by my side and laid her hand on my leg just above the knee over the blanket. "You're all shaking, are you sure you're well?"
I tried to control the spasms of my body and mumbled "what? Yes, ehh... no. I guess I'm not quite myself yet". It was an impossible mission to get these words out of my mouth in a reasonable and controlled manner, feeling the hot cum hitting my thighs, as Chloe was holding my leg.
The spasms decreased and my body started to relax.
"Oh, at least you stopped shaking. If you need anything, just call." She said in a comforting tone.
"Thank you, I'll be fine."
"So why did you call me?"
"I didn't"
"I could swear I heard you calling me"
"No, you must be mistaken."
"Oh well, never mind, see you later." She said and left the room.
I could not believe this. Chloe, my sister, was touching me as I was having an orgasm. For me it was one step nearing to making love with her. Even if she was unaware of the circumstances, it was a tremendously intimate situation. I lay for a few more seconds in bed, trying to digest what had just happened. I then removed the blanket and squeezed the rest of the cum out of my still swollen dick trying to win back some leftovers of the repressed orgasm. When I was finished, I put a towel around my waist, so that I could go and wash myself. I then heard light footsteps in the corridor. When I looked towards the door, I noticed that sis hadn't bothered to close it completely.
Door ajar, footsteps in the corridor? Did Chloe get a good look, or wasn't she there at all?
Saturday evening came. The past week had been full of events and thoughts. Was sis teasing me or acting naturally. Maybe neither? Maybe she was unsure herself, testing her own borders? Maybe she wanted what I wanted but the taboo was too strong? Or maybe she simply enjoyed the "game"? I decided that since I could not possibly know what was going inside my sister's mind and heart, and since I had no more doubts about myself, this evening was a chance for me to initiate more and take things further, so that I could understand where Chloe stood.
I waited for Chloe downstairs with a book. I heard steps and I lifted my eyes from it and saw Chloe coming towards me. She wore a dark dress of some light synthetic material, which reached slightly above her knee; her legs were covered with dark pantyhose. The upper part of the dress was rather low cut on the front, with a lace band tied around her neck holding it in place. The back was exposed down to the waist line. This meant, of course, that she wasn't wearing a bra. I swallowed and stood up.
"You look stunning!" I said.
"Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself either." She smiled at me.
"Shall we?" I said.
I took her arm in mine and we walked to my car.
During the first minutes of the drive to the restaurant, we didn't talk much. I guess we were both a little tense.
"I really enjoy taking care of Stacy," I said eventually, in an effort to start a conversation in a subject we both felt comfortable about. "She is such a lovely child."
"She is, isn't she?" Chloe replied. "And smart also..."
It did the trick. The conversation started flowing as we both relaxed. As Chloe started feeling more comfortable, she leaned deeper into the backrest. This caused her dress to climb up her thigh. I tried not to stare, but when I turned my head to her from time to time during our conversation, I saw she was wearing thigh-highs and not pantyhose, as I thought before. The lace band of the thigh-highs was clearly visible to me under her dress, including some of her leg above it. I lead an inner fight with my penis, trying to keep it calm.We finally arrived.
"The Burns?" Asked the hostess.
"Yes," I replied.
"Please, we have a nice table for you by the window."
We sat across each other. This was a fine restaurant, upper class, where the waiter memorizes your name, and a quartet plays light dancing music. "Would you like something to drink Mrs. Burns?" He asked my sister.
"I'm not ..." She started to answer as I kicked her lightly under the table. "Ahm, yes sure..."
"A bottle of champagne," I helped her.
"Why did you kick me?" Sis asked when the waiter was gone.
"Let's play this. Neither of us have had a date in so many months. So let's enjoy this as if it were a real date as a newly wedded couple. What do you say?" I tried pushing the borders of our relationship a bit more.
"This is weird." She paused for a few seconds.
"Sorry, stupid suggestion, forget it."
"You know what, why not? It'll be fun!" she accepted.
We ate, drank, and talked a lot. It was exciting; we both got into the game treating each other as man and woman, and not just as brother and sister. At one point I took her hand in mine. She cooperated. This simple action, holding the hand of my sister in a romantic way, caused an excitement all over my body. We looked into each other's eyes, continuing to talk. What I saw was a smart and attractive woman in front of me, with whom I loved spending time. I stretched my legs a little forward, and my ankle brushed accidentally against hers.
"Oh, sorry." I said and pulled my leg slowly back, relishing the touch for another second. Sis didn't react.
Before dessert, Chloe nodded her head in the direction of the dance floor. "Let's dance!"
I agreed, and allowed her to lead me over to where the band played. I held Chloe and kept my distance, but she was more relaxed, and a minute or two later her body came closer to mine, to a more natural dancing position. The quartet played calm music, and Chloe laid her head on my shoulder. We moved in perfect sync, our bodies came even closer. I felt the warmth of her body near mine, her breath on the side of my neck, her breasts clinging to my chest.
On the way back, having drunk a bit more than enough, Chloe (she drank more than me, as I was driving) lowered her guard a bit. She sank in her seat dozing away, paying almost no attention to her dress climbing up her thighs, allowing me a glimpse of her dark panty or of her breast spilling a little to the side, exposing quite a lot of skin.
When we came home Chloe noticed the position of her dress, pulled it down and covered the exposed skin. I looked away on purpose, as if I hadn't noticed a thing.
As we arrived upstairs, we stopped near her room. Chloe said in a warm tone "Good night older brother, it was a wonderful evening"
"Same here. I enjoyed every minute of it" I replied.
She hugged me tightly. I tried to distance my pelvis from her, so that she wouldn't feel what was happening to my penis but her hug was rather tight and I didn't want to be rude. She let go only a few seconds later.
"Good night, sis," I said.
Chloe then came close again and kissed me lightly on the lips. It could have been thought to be a sibling kiss, but it was a second too long. .
I decided that this was a moment not to be missed.
"You know what, I really don't want this evening to end," I said. "It's only eleven and Stacy is sleeping in mom and dad's room downstairs. Let's sit for a while together, what do you say?"
"Sure, why not?" She agreed. "Just let me get out of this dress and put on something comfortable". As she walked into the room, she untied the band that was holding her dress around her neck. Before she could kick close the door with her heel, I saw her dress drop to the floor, and Chloe standing with her back to me with just her panties on. Then the door was shut.
The night was warm, so I put my shorts and a white tank top on.
As I walked pass Chloe's room on my way downstairs, she must have heard me and said "Come in. Let's sit on my couch, we don't want to go downstairs and wake up everyone."
"I'll just make us a cup of tea, first."
When I got back with the tea, the door to Chloe's room was open and she was making some room for us on her couch.
When she saw me coming in, she straightened and turned to me. "Put the tray with the tea simply on the floor, the small table is broken."
She was dressed just like me, shorts and a white tank. It was clear that she wasn't wearing a bra. I could see the hue of her areolas through the white fabric of her white tank. We sat down with our sides to the backrest, facing each other. I laid my arm on the top of the backrest and caressed her hair. Chloe rested her head on my upper arm and closed her eyes. Her hair smelled wonderful. I kissed her on the forehead. She then opened her eyes, tilted her head backwards a bit, looked me in the eyes and smiled before putting her head down again.
"Oh Michael, I've wished for years for such a date ... Thank you."
I didn't know what to say. After a few more speechless seconds Chloe continued. "I'm so glad that you're my brother."
This certainly wasn't what I had hoped to hear. "Don't get me wrong," I answered disappointed "but I really wish right now you weren't my sister. I mean... no... sorry..." I stuttered. "The evening was so wonderful, so intimate... like I haven't had with a woman for a very long time."
"This is exactly why I'm so glad you are my brother." Chloe said.
What a disappointment. I sighed.
Chloe straitened up. By doing this her chest was pushed forward a bit tightening her tank top against her breasts. Her nipples poked even more through the thin white fabric. But what was the point in looking or even fantasizing? Listening to her words made it clear to me that we both indeed shared an affection to each other, enjoyed spending time together and sharing, but the physical attraction was only one-directional; for her I was only her brother and nothing more.
"Hey, are you here with me?" She tore me out of my self-pitying thoughts.
"Yes, sorry."
"Exactly for that reason, we could have achieved this intimacy." She continued. "Our being siblings made it possible."
Now I was puzzled.
"I have reached a level of sharing and trust with you, which I had not experienced with any other man before." She continued. "When I'm with you I don't have to pretend, I can be myself. I feel comfortable... mentally and physically, and I love this feeling."
"I love spending time with you, sharing with you my thoughts and feeling as well." I replied. "Only regarding the physical part, I'm not as comfortable as you are." I decided to be level with her once and for all. "You see, you are my sister that I love deeply, but... In the period we've both lived here, I have seen you as a woman as well - as an attractive woman - and I can't ignore that, as much as I've tried."
"I am a woman! And I'm glad you find me attractive. Pregnancy doesn't do well with a woman's body." She replied. "But why then aren't you comfortable?"
"Come on, don't pretend. You've caught me looking down your blouse; you've probably noticed even just now that I was looking at your breasts through your tank. It's embarrassing, it's inappropriate; you are my sister after all! And you made it very clear last Sunday."
"Not again." She sighed. "I thought we've been through that before. I had a bad night..."
"But the problem doesn't end there." I interrupted her. "I wasn't merely looking; I later used these sights in my fantasies when doing ... you know what." The conversation has become so intimate and honest, that I felt I had to say what I felt, without beating around the bush.
"When masturbating?" She asked bluntly.
"Yes," I answered, surprised.
"So, if I were to tell you good night now, you would go to your room and masturbate to the vision of me in this tank top?" She asked.
"Are you trying to embarrass me?!" I said, but didn't care much anymore. "Yes, I probably would."
"I see," Chloe continued her interrogation in a calm tone. "So a couple of days ago, when I walked in on you..."
"Excuse me?" I said shocked.
"Don't you think I noticed what was going under the blanket? I just didn't want to embarrass you, so I didn't say anything. Were you then also thinking about me?"
"Yes. You gave me unknowingly a glimpse of your pussy a few minutes before."
"Oh, brother. You've been brave and honest to say out loud all these intimate things. Now it is my turn to be brave. I believe our feelings are mutual." She looked down at my shorts. My erection was clearly visible. "For a long time I was trying to figure out how I felt, and now I've been fighting with what I realized. I don't want to fight it anymore, now that I'm sure about your feelings as well. I want you to make love to me, your sister! There I said it."
"Oh sis," I replied overwhelmed. "So what was the outburst all about last weekend?
"I was angry with myself for being attracted to you. I was angry with you for not rejecting me or your own feelings. I thought that this way I would scare you off and thus save myself from this taboo sin. But I couldn't let go. I wanted to have you, and I wanted to reject you at the same time. I wanted to seduce you, and I wanted to push you away simultaneously".
The confession was overwhelming and made many things clear. I raised my palm and caressed her cheek with it. I slid my thumb over her luscious lips, and she opened her mouth lightly. I neared my head to hers, my mouth to hers, feeling the warmth of her breath. Our lips came closer until they met. The kiss started gently and became increasingly passionate. Our tongues entangled, we exchanged saliva almost swallowing each other. After a long minute, we broke the kiss.
Chloe took her tank top off.
"Before you touch them, I want you to stare, openly, like you haven't dared before, to fill your mind with the image of your sister's breasts."
"Oh Chloe, they are beautiful. You are beautiful." Her breasts were not big, B-Cup at the most, but round and seemed to be full with milk. Her nipples were copper-brownish and swollen. I stared at her breasts, admiring them, and Chloe stared at me staring. I lifted my eyes and met a caring lusting look in hers. My right hand wandered hypnotized to her left breast cupping almost all of it. Slowly I began caressing it, squeezing lightly.
"I haven't fed Stacy many hours now. If you don't want milk to come out, then don't squeeze them." Chloe said with a grin.
This was all the invitation I needed. I increased my pressure a little while squeezing. A few moments later I saw a drop of milk oozing out of the end of her nipple. Starting as a tiny drop and forming to a beautiful pearl.
"May I suckle on them?" I asked.
Chloe did not answer, but rather slid her hand under her left breast, lifting it in an inviting motion. I took her nipple in my mouth and started suckling. I wanted to grab the tit myself, but when sis felt my hand groping around she said: "No, let me feed you."
What a sensation, the warm nipple of my sister's breast in my mouth, stretching as I suck, dripping sweet milk down my throat.
"Don't forget the other side," she said.
And indeed, I saw it trickling continuously, so I helped relieve it.
A few minutes later, I lifted my head took my Chloe's hand and we stood up. I took my clothes off, standing naked in front of my own sister, looking in her eyes. After a few seconds of gazing at each other, we pressed our mouths together, kissing passionately again, our bodies clinging and rubbing against each other. My hard-as-a-rock cock pressed against the lace of her panty, leaving stains of pre-cum on the fabric, mixing with her juices that seeped through from the inside.
Sis broke the hug and took a step back. She lay down with her back on the bed and lifted her legs to remove her panties. As if reading my mind, she bent her knees and spread her legs, so that her pussy was exposed to my eyes. At last, after weeks of craving, I had a full view. Her pussy was fully shaved but for a small triangle of dark hair just under the panty line. Her pussy lips were light red, and seemed swollen to me. As I was staring it hit me: I was standing there, with a full erection, looking at my own sister, fully naked, spreading her legs at me - for me! The thought of the wrongness of the situation, made it all the hotter, especially knowing that our parents were downstairs, having no clue what their adult children were doing.
I went to my knees. Sis was on the bed and I was on the floor, so that my head was just a little higher than her pussy. As I was about to touch her pussy, Chloe slid back on the bed and said "No! First of all I want to feel you inside me. Please." She the spread her legs wider, took a pillow, raised her butt and shoved it under it. I climbed on the bed, kneeling close to Chloe. I then put my hands on the bed to the sides of Chloe and moved forward I moved my knees backwards a little, until my erect penis was just half an inch above Chloe's pussy. "Sis, we are really going to do it?" I said, half asking, half declaring.
"We are, big brother," she replied. "Yes we are."
I lowered my pelvis further, until the tip of my penis touched the flesh around her clitoris. Chloe raised her ass some more, and I slid lower. My penis was now pointing directly at the small gap between her swollen pussy lips. I pushed my butt just a little forward. My penis slid a bit up between her opening lips; it slid smoothly on her wet pussy. I pulled back and pushed again, and again, until my dick was well lubricated. I then lowered my butt just a bit more and pushed slowly inside. More and more. Chloe let out a silent moan. I pushed more, until my penis was completely inside and my balls were touching Chloe's flesh.
"It is so amazing to feel you inside me, Michael." Chloe said. "Don't thrust. Just stay inside me."
I lowered my body, laying my belly on hers. We kissed again. My body sank completely on Chloe's. We lay still. Suddenly I felt Chloe contracting her vagina around my dick. I raised my head, and sis smiled a naughty smile at me. We lay there for a few more minutes and then I slide my body backwards, until I was out of Chloe. I kept sliding backwards, and now my face was again in front of Chloe's pussy.
With my right hand I touched her pussy; it felt so smooth and soft at my fingertips. I spread her lips gently and could see her pink inner lips glossy with wetness. In a sudden urge, I opened her pussy lips wider and inserted my tongue as deep as I could into her, taking in all the fluids I could get, swallowing them.
She moaned. "How do I taste?"
"Like honey" I said and repeated my action.
I moved a little higher, licking her clit. I felt it swelling under my tongue and her body twist and shiver gently.
After a while, when her twisting and shivering became more intense she pulled my head up. "I don't want to cum yet ..."
I kneeled above her. My dick was so hard, it almost ached. The blood that filled it gave the head a purple hue. Pre-cum oozed out of my dick and dropped to Chloe's belly. She grasped my dick, and squeezed it to cause more cum to ooze out. Not letting go of my dick, she pulled me toward her, took the head of my dick into her mouth and licked the pre-cum off it. The soft touch of her warm tongue was divine.
When finished she rolled me over to my back and kneeled above me. Chloe rested her pussy on my dick, not with her entire body weight, but just enough to feel a good pressure. She started moving up and down along my shaft, making sure that it did not slip inside her. I could see the tip of my dick popping between her pussy lips and then disappearing, over and over again accompanied by the wet sounds. My cum was starting to climb up my shaft and I felt that I was not going to be able to keep it inside me much longer. As I Was about to tell her to stop, she probably noticed the situation herself and stopped on her own accord. She moved up with her body, until her pussy was on top of my face, rubbing lightly against it. I stuck my tongue out and started licking, inserting my tongue deep into her and then out licking her clit. Every drop of sex fluid her body produced I swallowed eagerly. Her knees became weaker and she slowly rested more of her weight on my face. Her wetness was now all over my mouth and nose. Her pelvis moved more fiercely over my face, uncontrolled, faster.
"Oh, yes Michael, make your sister cum ... yes ... I'm cumming..." Her body arched, she let out a quiet groan, her hips pressed forward and stopped for a few seconds. Waves of shivering shook her body, and then she sunk down completely, first on my face, then slowly sliding her pelvic down along my body, until she lay flat over me and we kissed, our bodies clinging and rubbing against each other.
I rolled her gently on her back, and just like at the beginning, she bent her knees and spread her legs, showing her open and welcoming pussy to me. I came closer, letting the tip of my dick touch the opening of her pussy.
I paused a little, savoring the image of my crimson colored dick pulsating at the opening of the wet, swollen pinkish pussy of my own sister. Chloe probably understood what I was doing, and did not rush me.
When I couldn't wait any longer, I started pushing. She was so wet that her pussy practically sucked my dick inside. The feeling of the warm flesh of my sister's pussy around my dick was sensational. I started moving inside her. Very slowly. Prolonging every stroke to the maximum. Chloe closed her eyes and gave in to the experience. I felt the tension build again, and I could feel myself becoming even harder, if that was even possible.
Chloe noticed my tension and whispered in the sexiest voice, "Yes, cum inside your sister. Cum!"
And I did: "I'm cumming sis, I'm cumming inside you," I said and let out a loud groan as I exploded inside her. My sperm shot like mad. My hands weakened and I relaxed my weight onto Chloe. She took my mouth in hers and we kissed again. My whole body twitched. This orgasm was the most intense I ever experienced. My body was trembling from the waves of my orgasm. Chloe didn't let go of me. She held me firmly by the neck and we continued kissing. Slowly my orgasm faded away and we broke our kiss.
"We did it, sis."
"Yes, we did. And it was wonderful."
"It was much more. It was amazing," I confirmed. "I hope that it was just the beginning..."
She nodded.
I slid aside, keeping my dick inside her. Sis hugged me and we started dozing away. With time, my dick became soft and slipped out of Chloe's pussy as we fell to a sweet and cozy sleep.
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