Capítulo 402: Here Cums the Bride
byilikeithot6308©
Hi gang...here's another new one for your perusal. To all my readers, I say thank you in advance, and encourage you all, new and old, to send me your thoughts and feedback on this story. I hope you enjoy it.
As always, all characters are consenting adults, over the age of eighteen, and fictional.
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Pssst! Come here. I have to tell you something.
I. Love. Women.
Especially women with great eyes. Great big eyes, with long lashes. Big blue eyes... or green ones. Even brown eyes, as long as they're big, and expressive, with sexy, long lashes, that flutter like butterfly wings when she bats them at me. Eyes like Emma Stone has. Emily DiDonato. Mila Kunis. Eyes that make you melt.
Oh, and lips... Soft, pouty, kissable lips. I suppose any discussion of lips probably starts with Angelina Jolie. Scarlett Johansson has nice lips too. Kat Dennings. Eva Green. DiDonato qualifies here, too. So, women with great eyes and kissable lips are high on my list.
Nice hair. Yeah, that's another thing. Long, lustrous, luxuriant, sexy hair. The colour is not that important... No, wait, maybe it is. Red has always been a favourite of mine. Long, sexy, red hair, big green eyes, with long lashes... and big pouty lips. That's it.
Of course, a really nice ass is always welcome. Firm, muscular... With that classic inverted heart shape. The kind of ass you can get a good grip on while she's riding your cock, or while you're fucking her standing up, with her long, smooth legs wrapped around your waist. Yeah, that's it... That's all I need. A chick with a great ass, nice, long legs, and sexy red hair down to the middle of her back. That's it... and those big eyes... big green eyes... and pouty, kissable, cocksucking lips. Yeah. That'll do.
Oh, one more thing. Well, two actually. Tits. Boobs. Jugs. Hooters. You get the idea. A nice, big pair of thick nippled, bouncy melons, there for the taking.
So I guess what I'm saying is that I really like redheads, with big tits, nice butts, long legs, pretty green eyes and full kissable lips. Pretty specific, I know. One could look far and wide for a woman just like that, and never find one that fit all the criteria.
Or, one could look in the house where I grew up. The place was crawling with them. Three sisters... actually one older one, Erica, twenty-three, who already checked all the boxes, and two younger ones, the twins, Sarah and Sylvia. They were only thirteen years old now, but would soon blossom as well, if Erica was any indication.
Of course, there was also the prototype... Mom. Oedipus would have a field day. With a ten year gap between her oldest and youngest children, she had obviously captivated Dad as well. Now forty-four, she didn't look it, and took pretty good care of herself.
I suppose it's only natural that I have become more than slightly obsessed with that specific list of physical characteristics. I grew up with them, day in, day out. To me, that's what a woman was supposed to look like.
My mother and I were always close. I was her only son, so I got a lot of attention. I guess I was a 'mommy's boy', but I never had a problem with that. As I grew up, I rather enjoyed it, being enveloped in one of my Mother's soft hugs.
***
I'm Steve. I turned eighteen last April, and as close as I always have been with my Mother, I think I've been even closer with my big sister.
I know some families have friction between siblings, but that really wasn't us. Sibling rivalry was unknown. Maybe the age differences were a factor. Erica and the twins are ten years apart, and I'm right in the middle, five years from each extreme. Whatever the reason, we really were one big, happy family.
Erica and I shared everything with each other. That's probably how we got so close.
When Erica was going through puberty, and was feeling weird about herself and the changes she was going through, I was there. I had no idea what was going on, being seven at the time, I think, but she needed a hug, and I was happy to give her one. The same was true when she lost her first boyfriend, and when high school got to be overwhelming.
She returned the favour more times than I could count, and being older, her comfort was more than just a token gesture. Getting my first girlfriend. Losing my first girlfriend. I was eight, so a girlfriend was a friend that just happened to be a girl. Later, when 'girlfriend' started to mean more, she was there, explaining how girls thought differently about things than boys. She was truly my best friend.
As I started to notice and appreciate the fairer sex, I also noticed that my sister was a girl. Yeah, I know...no shit, Sherlock. What I mean is...she was becoming a miniature version of Mom, only better.
By the time she turned eighteen, the term 'miniature' no longer applied. My sister was all grown up, and she was, without a doubt, a certified, iron clad, card carrying fox.
Beautiful doesn't even begin to cover it. To my eyes, she had always been that way, but now... Wow! Picture Anne Hathaway, but with longer hair, that was more red than brown. Her huge eyes were a darker green than most I've seen. She was very, very pretty.
Her body was another matter entirely. With all due respect to the fact that she was my sister...oh my fucking god! She had developed... and I do mean DE-VEL-OPED...the curves of a stripper. A medium tall, gorgeous, slim and stacked goddess, she attracted the attention of every guy within sight.
I was among them.
Fantasies involving her started to take root in my mind, fuelling my early adolescence...and then she left...to get married.
***
I was in my sister's wedding party. It's not hard to find me in all the wedding photos. I'm the one wearing the rented tuxedo and the scowl. The scowl was not a rental ; it was all mine. In retrospect, I feel a bit embarrassed that I ruined her pictures.
All but one, anyway.
She had dragged me off alone, and had the photographer take a few shots of just the two of us. Erica's smile was at its radiant best that day, as you would expect of a bride, and I had a pretty good one on my face as well for those few pictures. Being reunited with her, even for a day, always made me smile.
My favourite is the one where she's holding my head, pressed against her chest, just above her big boobs. If you look closely... and I have, several times, believe me... you can see my chin dipping into the soft crease of cleavage that her gown displayed that day. Sigh. Such good memories.
Unfortunately, I wasn't invited to the rest of her life. The ceremony ended with the usual...the happy couple, leaving together, and starting a new journey. Leaving their old lives behind.
Leaving me behind.
I was devastated, but tried not to be angry. Not with Erica, anyway. Her husband, Eddie? Let's just say that my Eddie voodoo doll would have been getting a workout, if I'd had one. I hated him. Loathed him. Wished him a quick but painful death. Okay, maybe not that quick.
I wanted my big sister back. I wanted my friend back. I never thought about it from her point of view.
Soon, Erica was pregnant. Mom was thrilled, as were my other sisters, but the thought of Eddie doing...that...with my Erica, made me ill. Nonetheless, my sister was going to be a Mommy, and I had no doubt she'd be a great one.
Or not.
A miscarriage ended the pregnancy, and Eddie showed his true colours, jumping in bed with someone else. The infidelity ended the marriage. In a few months, my sister had gone from happily married and pregnant, to betrayed, divorced and emotionally wrecked. I now wished Eddie's death would be preceded by months of agony, unless I was present. If that was the case, I would joyfully crush the life out of him for what he did to my best friend.
***
That was two years ago, and Erica had built a new life since then. Unwilling to move back home, she'd done what she could to recover her independence. She held on to her apartment, and got a job befitting her skills.
She didn't have any. Skills that is. Getting married as young as she did, to her high school boyfriend, she hadn't needed to go beyond summer jobs, and hers had run toward the 'table waiting' end of the spectrum. Waitresses generally don't pull in a lot of cash, but those of a specific type do a little better than average.
Cocktail waitresses. They did better on tips, and for that job she was amply qualified. I do mean 'amply'.
I'm getting ahead of myself, though. Just after my high-school graduation, my parents suggested that I might want to talk to my sister about moving in with her. No, they didn't hate me that much. I was going to be attending college in the fall, and the campus was mere blocks from my sister's apartment. It was meant as a symbiotic move ; I needed a place to live, and she needed a roommate to help her make ends meet. After a short negotiation regarding the rent, Erica agreed to risk having her little brother disrupt her life.
I showed up at her door with a suitcase and a few boxes. I noticed that she hadn't reverted to her maiden name, and the building directory listed her as 'Erica McDonald'. Dad had given me a ride, and helped me move the boxes, then hung around for a while to make sure everything was cool between us. He needn't have worried.
"Hey Gig!" Erica smiled as she let us in. She looked good. Oh hell, she looked fantastic!
"Howdy, Hugs," I replied, then stepped in to get one. Her arms opened wide, and I felt the delicious softness of her breasts against me again. I had really missed them, err, that.
Surprisingly, I had also missed her pet name for me. I suppose my name for her, 'Hugs', is pretty self explanatory. Hers will be a bit more work.
Being her little brother, 'Stevie' was automatic. The mutations began as we grew up, and started using each other for emotional support. When I was upset, Erica would hold me, until I felt better, but she wouldn't let me leave until I gave her a smile and a laugh. The smile was easy, but sometimes the laugh took longer. Sometimes it took a little extra, and that's where the tickle came in. Before long, she'd have me giggling and squirming. I became 'Stevie-giggles', then just 'Giggles', before it was shortened to 'Gig'.
"Jeez Gig, you've gotten bigger," she laughed, feeling my shoulders, "and taller. It'll be handy having you here for stuff on the top shelves."
I had, indeed, filled out and up a bit since I had last spent any significant time with my sister. I wasn't the only one.
Erica seemed a bit more buxom to my eyes, with a more pronounced hourglass shape. It looked good on her. I just couldn't say it in front of my Dad.
I knew that Mom and Dad had tried to help Erica out with some cash from time to time, but she had refused. Pride, I guess, but providing me with a home made it an exchange of services, not charity, so it was accepted.
Dad had served his purpose on this trip, and had a long drive home ahead of him, so he gave each of us a hug, and headed out, leaving us alone together.
In a perfect world, we would have just picked up where we left off, but Erica had been living alone for nearly two years now, and she had become accustomed to doing things her way. I was going to take some getting used to.
"Okay, Hugs, are there any roomie ground rules I need to know about?" I asked, after I unpacked. I could only see her feet, and the top of her head, as she lounged on the couch with the remote in her hand. I took a few steps closer, and got a better view over the back of the couch. More like an eyeful.
Erica was wearing her nightgown, such as it was. Essentially an oversized, light blue t-shirt, with a v-neck, it had seen better days, and was tissue paper thin. Her attention was on the TV, so she didn't see my eyes bug out.
Her full, round breasts were barely covered, and her nipples tented the thin fabric where it stretched over the smooth curves. The neckline was tugged off centre, showing me the crease of cleavage between her boobs. She had one leg drawn up, and her pink panties were peeking out.
My silence got her attention at last, and she looked up at me, catching me ogling her. There was a gasp, and she realized what she was wearing, and what I was seeing.
"Shit!" she hissed, and leapt to her feet, dashing into her room. Her retreat only added to the situation, as I saw most of one large breast and half a nipple as her big tits swung unrestrained under her shirt. I also caught about half her firm ass, with a pink string up the middle, before she disappeared behind her door.
I closed my eyes, and exhaled. Great start, I thought. Now she'll be pissed at me, and I can't get the pictures of her body out of my head.
I decided I'd just stay in my room.
About fifteen minutes later, there was a gentle knock on my door.
"Stevie? Can I come in?"
"Of course," I replied, and the door opened. Before she was all the way in, I apologized. "I'm sorry Erica. I didn't mean to..."
"Gig, it's hardly your fault," she smiled, sitting on the corner of my bed. She pulled he hair aside. I noticed she had changed into a pair of shorts and a more appropriate t-shirt...but her nipples still poked at the fabric. "I, uh, I guess I will need to be more aware of what I'm wearing around you. So, let that be roomie rule number one : appropriate clothing must be worn in public areas. Agreed?" she laughed.
"Roger that, Hugs," I nodded.
"Okay. We'll figure out the rest of the rules as we go," she said, and stood up. She paused at the door. "You know, it could have been worse. I've been known to watch TV naked." She winked. "Good night, Gig."
Oh, now why did she have to tell me that?
***
It was my parents idea that I move in well before school began. I was fine with that. It would give us a chance to reconnect before I had to spend more time with my studies. We had six weeks, and I didn't waste any time.
When I got up, the morning after my arrival, I found my sister doing a little hand laundry in the kitchen. The operative word is 'little'.
She was dressed, her big boobs harnessed and thrust out even more by her bra. I walked up behind her, and kissed the top of her head.
"Morning, Hugs. What's up today?" I asked her, peeking over her shoulder. She was wringing out a handful of orange fabric, while something white floated in the sink.
"I have a couple of hours before I need to go to work, but I'll only be gone about six hours. Then I'm home. No night job tonight," she smiled.
I knew she was stretched pretty thin, but I didn't know she was working two jobs. I suppose that meant my rent was going to be very much appreciated.
Erica was now shaking the white fabric out, and I saw the logo on the front. It dawned on me what I was looking at.
"Hugs...do you work..." I picked up the orange item, holding it open,"...at Hooters?" I grinned at her, inspecting the tiny orange shorts. I only knew she worked at a restaurant.
"Yes!" she giggled, snatching them from my fingers, "and now that you know, I'd appreciate you keeping it to yourself. Mom would shit if she knew!"
She was right about that. Mom would not be terminally thrilled with her baby girl flaunting her assets, serving chicken wings to drooling drunks. I'm not sure I liked it either, but I'd definitely like to see her in that little outfit. Somehow, I found that unlikely. I doubt the girls actually wore the skimpy garments to work, just at work, so the only way I'd likely see her body in it would be to eat there. Hmmm. Maybe someday...
"Where's your night job?" I asked.
"Another restaurant," she smiled, "where I get to wear a little more. Not much more, mind you."
"You're okay with showing yourself off like that?" I questioned. It just somehow didn't seem like her.
"At first? It scared the hell out of me," she answered. "I didn't know if things would get out of hand. Now, I'm used to it, and most of the guys I serve are respectful, and keep their hands to themselves."
"Most? Not all?" I asked, a bit concerned. I didn't like the idea of someone pawing my sister.
"Unfortunately no, not all. Some guys seem to think a big tip entitles them to sample the goods. I've learned how to deal with overly handsy customers," she said confidently. "Most of them can be guilted into a bigger gratuity to atone for their wandering hands."
She saw the look of concern on my face, and caressed my face.
"Aww, Gig, don't worry about me, okay?" she whispered. "I'll admit, I'm not thrilled with it, and it's not what I saw myself doing. I didn't see myself divorced at twenty-one either, so I had to adapt. Could I have just come back home? Yes, and Mom really wanted me to, but I wanted to prove to myself that I could make it alone. If I have to use my looks to do it, so be it. I'm sure you've noticed...especially after last night...that I'm built, um... " she glanced down at her big, prominent globes.
"Rather attractively?" I ventured, hoping I wasn't revealing too much about my feelings.
"Thank you, Gig!" she smiled. "I was going to say something a little more graphic, but I like yours better. I admit that I don't mind knowing I'm still worth looking at. I suppose that's because of Eddie. He did a number on my self esteem for a while there. So when I got the job, and saw that other guys thought I was pretty, and started getting bigger and bigger tips, just for letting them check me out..."
"I understand, Sis," I said, stepping in and hugging her. She snuggled against me.
"I've saved just over ten grand since I started," she giggled.
What? We thought you were destitute.
"That's from both jobs," she continued. "I could probably get by on one, but I don't have much else to do with my time, so I'm making hay while the sun is shining."
"How much are we talking about here?" I asked.
"About $200 a night in tips, on average," she said.
"Really?!" I gasped. "Jeez, do they make those shorts in my size?" I joked. She laughed.
"I don't think you have the cleavage for it, buddy," she smiled, pulling back and shaking her tits at me. My eyes dropped to that deep valley of softness, then snapped back up, embarrassed.
"Sorry," I added, blushing.
"Eh... I'm used to it," she waved. "You know, you might look cute in these though," she giggled, holding her tiny shorts up in front of me.
She's quite the flirt, I thought. It's too bad she's my sister.
***
Erica and I settled into a routine. For the most part, I tried to stay out of her way. She could be a bit of a whirling dervish when she was getting ready for work, so after a few collisions, which I admit I enjoyed somewhat, she gave me a look that told me I should steer clear. I took to hiding in my room, and watching her flit about the apartment. It was entertaining.
I was able to resist dropping in on her for a late lunch...for four whole days. The anticipation was killing me.
I walked in alone, and took a seat, waiting about thirty seconds before a tall, curvy blonde came over to serve me. She was all legs, and quite cute, but her tank top was under populated. Compared to Erica, most women were.
"Hi," she bubbled, "I'll be your server today. My name's Barbie!"
Of course it is, I thought. How appropriate.
I ordered some lunch...finger food...and sat quietly, watching the TV while I waited. I didn't even see her behind me.
"Ahem..." I heard, and flinched. I turned slowly.
Erica stood there, with her tray held over her breasts, hiding them from me. She had a bemused but mildly annoyed expression.
"Not enough other places to eat?" she whispered. "You had to come here?"
"Sorry, Hugs..." I began.
"Please don't call me that here. I'll never hear the end of it!" she hissed, looking around for unwanted ears.
"Sorry... Erica... I was just curious," I smiled.
"Hmmm," she smiled. "Just remember what curiosity did to the cat." She raised her tray, and tapped me on the head with it, chastising me, but showing me what I wanted to see...her curves spilling out of her uniform top. "We'll talk when I get home." She walked away, wiggling her ass as she did..
My food arrived, and Barbie did her best to keep my attention, displaying herself nicely. I should have told her that she didn't have a chance. Erica was within view, and I watched her serving her tables, those wondrous breasts of hers jiggling as she raced about. Her legs looked incredible, and her firm little ass was pointed out several times by her customers. I was watching them, too.
When my sister got home, I was watching TV, and she stood directly in my way, arms crossed over her chest, tapping her foot. I sighed, and turned off the tube.
"Go ahead," I said, "get it out."
"Why?" was all she said.
"You really don't know?" I answered with my own question.
"Know what?" she countered.
I guess I was going to have to spill my guts. There didn't seem to be a way around it, and I wasn't going to lie to her. I never had, and I wasn't about to start now.
"Erica, it's not easy being your brother, you know. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and even though you're my sister, I couldn't resist seeing your sexy body in that little outfit. I didn't want to ask you to give me a show, so it seemed like the best way was to just drop in. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. Also, I was still concerned about you. I wanted to see what your work was like. Those guys you were waiting on while I was there really liked your ass. Every time you turned away, they were drooling." I thought maybe a compliment would ease the shock.
"Yeah, I figured as much...they gave me a forty dollar tip," she rattled off, dismissing the comment. "Go back to the beginning again?"
Yeah, where's that rewind button? What the hell did I say? She saw the confusion on my face.
"It's not easy being my brother?" she prompted.
"No, its not. It would be so much easier if you were just some chick, and I was just some guy. At least then I'd be able to show you how I feel," I replied. Oh crap. Please don't freak out, I thought. That was a bit too close to the heart.
"Chick?" she giggled. "I'm a chick?" I smiled, and nodded. "Do you really think I'm beautiful, and sexy?" she asked, looking down self consciously.
Oh, what the hell. In for a penny...
"Erica, if you weren't my sister, I'd be all over you like a fat kid on a smartie. Yes, you are incredibly beautiful, and sexy. I'm your brother, but I'm a man first, and I'm not blind."
She gave me a sheepish, embarrassed grin, and batted her eyelashes.
"Thank you, Gig," she whispered. "I think I'm going for a nap. Wake me in an hour?"
"You got it, Hugs," I answered. She closed her door softly.
That went better than I thought.
***
I didn't get the chance to wake her. About ten minutes before I was going to, I heard her door open behind me.
"Damn, I'm good. I didn't even knock," I laughed.
"I thought I'd save you the trouble of spying on my other job," she said softly.
It took me so few seconds to decipher that. I whipped my head around.
She stood in her doorway, wearing her outfit for her night job, which she did four nights a week. It was a sports bar, with a racing theme, called RPM's, and the 'uniform' was meant to mimic a race driver's fireproof suit. Of course, most drivers don't cut the legs off to 'hot pants' levels, and the sleeves at mid bicep. Most drivers also don't wear it open to the bustline, either.
The 'suit' was black, satiny, and skin tight, with checkered flag trim in stripes up the sides, and a checkered flag belt that cinched her waist tight. The front zipper stopped just below her boobs, showing a little of her bra in the open V of the neckline, and of course, nearly half of each round breast. It was meant to display some nice cleavage, even on a woman of average endowment. Erica was not average.
My mouth hung open. I, um, well...what can you say, in a situation like this.
"Okay. I guess you like it. Watch you don't sit on your tongue," she giggled, crossing her arms over her chest. That display of cleavage increased exponentially as she squeezed her tits together.
"Wow. I'd give you twenty bucks just to stand there," I babbled. "Erica, that's the hottest thing I've ever seen. Little wonder you clean up on tips."
She swung her hips as she sauntered over to me, stopping at the back of the couch. She put both hands on the back edge, and leaned over, pressing her upper arms together. Her boobs bulged out further, and so did my eyes.
"See anything you like?" she purred, licking her lips.
I was just about to have a mental meltdown when she smiled, and laughed, skipping into the kitchen.
"Just pulling your chain, Gig," she snickered, but my eyes followed the bouncing boobs out of the room. I followed them back in too, when she bounded back in and plunked on the couch beside me with a cold drink in her hand. She did seem to be taking every opportunity to jiggle those jugs for my benefit.
"Enjoying yourself?" I asked.
"Hell, yes!" she giggled. "It's kind of fun teasing you."
"That tears it!" I yelled, and chased her around the room. A long tickle fight ensued, and she lost. It reminded my of when we were kids, joyful and innocent.
Except, we were no longer kids, and I was having thoughts that were far from innocent.
***
The whole, 'appropriate clothing in public areas' thing got stretched to the limits in the next few weeks. Now that she knew I thought she was hot, she was taking advantage of her position of power...power she was exerting with her wardrobe of various revealing garments. I knew what she was doing, and she knew that I knew, but it didn't stop her.
In the past, I had been on the receiving end of something similar, but not from my sister. Some women like to flirt with men who are taken, and can't, or shouldn't respond. I had been involved, and one of my girlfriend's friends decided that made me irresistible. She tortured me until the relationship ended, then suddenly wasn't interested anymore.
I guess I just never expected it from my sister. It seemed especially cruel coming from her. Still, I could tolerate it. After all...I loved her.
Erica liked to sleep late, which makes sense given the hours she worked. She didn't get home until at least 3am on those nights she did her other job, so I tried to be quiet in the mornings, not counting on seeing her until noon, at least.
I went for a run one morning, trying to beat the heat, and returned to the apartment just before 11, to find Erica in the kitchen. Clad only in a blue bra and panties.
I really expected her to scream and run, but she didn't even flinch.
"Hi Gig," she smiled, standing at the kitchen counter, stirring her coffee, with her back to me. Her panties were brazilian, so not much of her fabulous ass was hidden. To be fair, they didn't show that much more than her orange shorts, but since most of the back was lace, they were definitely worth checking out, and I did. My sister had a great ass, and that was a fact.
As I stared at her butt, she picked up her cup, turned, and walked past me. As interesting as the panties were, the bra was mind blowing, and I stood like a statue, watching her boobs quiver by. She sat on the couch, and turned on the TV.
"Are we amending the dress code?" I asked, still standing.
"Whatever. I don't really care anymore," she said. There was a tone of despair in her voice.
"Oh, I don't like to hear my favourite sister talking like that," I replied, joining her on the couch. "What's wrong? Spill it."
Erica took a deep breath. I tried...oh, how I tried...not to look at her chest, as her breasts swelled up in her bra cups. It was agony, but I was trying to be supportive. She turned, to put her coffee down, and I stole a few quick glances.
"Are you sure you want me to answer that question? Once you open that door, there's no closing it, and it'll probably get messy. Are you ready for tears?" she asked.
I thought for a second, then jumped up off the couch, running into the bathroom. I returned with a box of Kleenex.
"Will this be enough?" I laughed, "or should I get another one from under the sink?"
"That should do," she giggled, and sniffed, welling up already.
"Then I'm ready," I smiled. "Talk to me, honey. The doctor is in."
She sniffed again, and held out her hand. I put a tissue in it, which she took, then wrapped my arm around her shoulders, and leaned against me. I sat quietly, stroking her hair, and letting her set the pace. She would talk when she was ready, and not before. In the meantime, I had a killer view down her cleavage. Oh my.
It took several minutes of her cuddling silently before she finally spoke.
"I, uh...I saw Eddie last night," she whispered, sobbing quietly.
"Oh. Well that explains a lot," I replied. "I know every time I run into an ex-girlfriend, I feel like someone kicked me in the junk. They're just girlfriends. I can imagine how much more painful this must be for you."
Or maybe I can't imagine... I thought, as I Erica began to shake in my arms. Her sobs were heart rending. Tears flowed freely.
When Erica and Eddie broke up, I had been on the outer edges of things. My Mother had been the primary comfort giver, with hours spent behind closed doors in my parents bedroom. By the time I got involved, in the form of a hug, Erica was 'being strong', and we never got to have this conversation. I knew she was hurt, of course, but she was hiding it.
Time may heal the wound, but it never really stops the pain. Now, for her, it was like it just happened yesterday.
I was getting wet, and Erica's tears showed no signs of stopping.
"It's okay, honey. Let it out," I said softly.
Her gasps of sorrow slowed gradually, and she calmed down a little, regaining the ability to talk.
"I'm sorry," she sniffed, as she sat up. "I'm getting you all wet. I feel like an idiot, breaking down like this."
"I understand, Sis. Why don't you tell me what happened?" I asked, dabbing her tear streaked face with another tissue. "I'm here for you. Together we can work through it."
Erica caressed my face, and smiled weakly. She sat back, and took another deep breath.
Dammit! Stop doing that! I'm trying to be your friend, and you keep reminding me that you're my perfect woman, and that I'd love nothing more than to jump on you.
"Okay," she said quietly, "I'll try. I was about halfway through last night's shift, weaving my way through the crowd with a tray of drinks for one of my tables, when someone called me by name." She paused and took another breath. Shit! Her boobs shuddered as she exhaled.
"It was Eddie...and her!" she spat. "That fucking blonde bitch he cheated on me with!" Her despair was replaced, at least temporarily, with rage." They sat there, smiling at me...but I could see in her eyes that she felt, so superior...so much better than this lowly waitress whose husband she had stolen. I wanted to scratch her eyes out...to rip her head off, to..."
"I get the idea," I smiled. I had been watching her, fists balled up shaking with fury. It was something to see.
"I couldn't, of course," she frowned. "I had to be 'professional'. It's a good thing they weren't at my table, or I would have pissed in her drink!"
That one got me. I burst out laughing. She followed suit.
"What? You disapprove?" she giggled.
"Not at all. It just seems so unladylike," I replied, "yet totally appropriate."
She smirked at me, and wiped her eyes.
"So, besides wanting to schedule a main event for the next MMA pay per view," I smiled, "and my money's on you, by the way...how did you feel about running into Eddie?"
"Sad. Angry. Frustrated. Confused. Jealous...pick one!" she gasped, crying again.
This would be so much easier if she was wearing some clothes, I thought. My body was reacting the way you'd expect, when in the proximity of a scantily clad, extremely well built woman. I had the mother of all erections.
"I mean...I thought we were perfect together," she blubbered. "I wouldn't have married him if I thought anything different. Now, two years later, he's still with her, and I'm just two years older. How could I have been so wrong?"
"I asked Dad that same question, more or less, last year," I told her. It surprised her.
"You asked Dad for relationship advice?" she asked incredulously.
"Yeah, well, he wouldn't have been my first choice, but my favourite sister had left home, and Mom was out shopping. I took what I could get," I laughed. "What he told me actually made sense. Wanna hear it?"
"Oh, what the hell," she gestured in desperation. "What have I got to lose?"
"He told me that we sometimes get blinded by the idea of being in love. It makes us see things we want to see in others, even if they're not really there. But," I said softly, taking her hand, and stroking her skin gently, "if you never open yourself up to the pain, you can never feel the pleasure."
Erica looked deep into my eyes for several long, excruciating seconds, then shook her head.
"Dad said that?" she asked. I nodded. "Our Dad...tall guy, grunts a lot? Likes wrestling?"
I laughed, and nodded again.
"Hmpf. Who knew he had it in him?" she smiled, sitting back. She was deep in thought for a while. "I get it, but I'm still afraid. I feel like I can't trust my own judgement. I hate being alone, but it hurts less than being lied to."
"I know. What choice do you have, though? It's either that, or you look for a convent...and it would be a shame to hide that body under a nun's habit," I laughed.
She glanced down at her beautiful bust, and giggled.
"I guess I'm a little under dressed," she smiled, standing up and walking into her room. She came back out covered with her robe. "Can you picture me as a nun?"
Oh good jesus, please don't put that image in my head! My dick, which had softened in the last few minutes, hardened instantly.
Too late.
***
Erica was a bit quiet for a couple of days. Happy - ish, but quiet. I tried at first to break her out of it, but sensed she just needed to be left to her own thoughts. Just the same, we had really reconnected, and I missed my best friend's smile.
I caught some strange looks from her when she was deep inside her head, but a few days later, it was all water under the bridge. Erica was herself again.
It was nearly 2am when my phone rang. I was sound asleep, so it took me a minute to figure out what was going on, and answer it.
"Hello?" I grumbled, trying to shake the cobwebs. I was a little pissed at the disturbance, until I heard who it was.
"Steve, it's Erica...I'm so sorry to wake you," she began. There was something in her voice that told me this was a serious call.
"What's up, Sis? Is it Eddie again?" I asked, jumping to a conclusion that immediately made me angry. "I swear, I'll kick his ass!"
"Calm down, Gig, and holster the ass kicking," she said quietly. "I appreciate the sentiment though. Maybe next time. I do find myself in need of your help, and your presence, though. I'm afraid to come home alone tonight."
That woke me up. Afraid? Of whom?
"What?" I growled.
"There's this guy who I served earlier, and he is hanging around outside. It's creeping me out. Remember what I said about big tippers?" she explained.
Yes, I do. 'Sometimes they think they're entitled to sample the goods', she had said. No one was going to sample my sister while I was there.
"Okay. How do I get there?" I asked. She gave me her route. One bus, or a ten minute walk, then four stops on the train. It would take me about half an hour total. "You're safe until I get there?"
"Yeah. I'm inside, and I have company. You just be careful getting here," she directed.
"Right. I'll text you along the way," I said, and hung up. Throwing on some clothes, my adrenaline ramped up, and I was wired and wide awake by the time my feet hit the street.
It was, as you'd expect, pretty quiet outside. I hustled along the street, looking over my shoulder for the bus, but I made it to the train station before one showed up. There was a train just about to depart, and I jumped on seconds before the door closed. At this rate, I'd be there in half the time.
I texted her as I left the train, and walked briskly to meet her. As I approached the front of the bar, I saw her admirer, a round little man with a nice suit on. He didn't look like trouble. More like he'd had a few too many, and convinced himself that Erica's friendly demeanour was something more.
The door opened as I walked up, and Erica stepped out, thanking the manager for his help. She had a bag over her shoulder, and was wearing a black trench coat, so I had a fair idea what was underneath. Her bare legs were a good indicator that she hadn't changed after work.
"Thanks Gig. This means a lot to me," she said tensely. "Let's go home."
We linked arms and walked off, leaving her disappointed 'friend' behind. It wasn't until we were safely on the train that I felt her relax, and she snuggled tight against me. Her hair still smelled good, even after a full day of waiting tables at two jobs. As we exited the train, and walked down the stairs to street level, she sighed, and smiled at me.
"It really is a beautiful night out," she whispered, "other than the whole 'getting stalked' thing." She looked up at me, looking more peaceful than I had seen her in days. She leaned against me, and we walked at a leisurely pace, her high heels clicking on the pavement in the quiet night air. It took us twice as long as usual, and was nearly 4am by the time we made it into our apartment.
"I could use a bite," she said, placing her bag on the counter. "Can I get you anything?"
"I guess it's nearly breakfast, isn't it?" I laughed. "I might as well stay up."
"Oh, don't say that. I feel guilty enough dragging you out of your nice warm bed to escort me home," she moaned. "Thank you again."
I plunked down on the couch, and flipped on the TV. Maybe there was a good movie on.
"Don't worry about it, Sis," I replied. "Anytime you need me, you know I'm only a call away."
"You really mean that, don't you?" she asked me. Her voice was soft, and sweet.
"Of course," I replied, turning to face her. "You're my sister, and my best friend. I love you."
Erica was standing in the kitchen doorway, with her coat open, in the middle of taking it off. She smiled, and slid it over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her tight little 'uniform' hugged her curves so perfectly. Her hand paused just below the deep V of her cleavage.
"Turn off the TV," she breathed, stepping closer. Her fingers gripped the tab of the zipper, and slid it down, letting the suit gap open even more.
"Come on, Hugs...I'm not in the mood for more teasing," I groaned.
"So who's teasing?" she smiled, as the zipper stopped just above her panties. She sat beside me, while I stared at her open mouthed. She leaned closer. "I've finally realized that the perfect man for me has been right in front of me the whole time. I've been looking for a man who would treat me with respect, and care, and love...a man who would never hurt me...a man who would drop everything at two in the morning, just because I needed him. Sound like anyone you know?"
"But, I..." I stammered. She stopped me by pressing her fingertip to my lips.
"Yes, my darling brother... " she batted her eyelashes, pressing against me, "... I am well aware of the facts of our relationship. I know it would be wrong, as far as the world is concerned. I don't care. I've seen the way you look at me, and you have told me that you find me attractive. Now we could talk this over until we're blue in the face, but I think we can cut through the crap a bit faster."
"Um, how?" I asked. My wildest fantasies were coming to fruition. But, fantasy was easy. Reality was a bit more complicated.
"Simple. Kiss me. If you don't want me, I'll feel it. Your words can lie, but your lips can't, " she smiled. She was inches from my face, with her green eyes searching for any hint of reluctance.
I had wanted her for as long as I could remember, but now that she was right here, rubbing her big soft breasts against me, and licking her lips in anticipation of the biggest step we'd ever take, I was terrified.
Her eyes shut as she touched her lips to mine. I forced myself to relax. For the next few hours, whatever happened, she wasn't my sister. For the next few hours, she was just a woman, more beautiful than any I had ever known, and she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
Her lips quivered, nervously, as they stayed in contact with my own. Just for a second, I thought she would pull away...until her kiss intensified, and she moaned, wrapping her arms around my neck. I wrapped mine around her waist, and pulled her tighter. She threw her leg over my lap, and let me drag her up to straddle me, while our tongues tangled with each other. It was our first kiss. It would most certainly not be our last.
"Whew!" she hissed, looking into my eyes. "I guess that answers that question, doesn't it?" Her eyes sparkled brightly, and she smiled...a smile that outshone the sun...before crushing her lips to mine again, and plunging her tongue deep into my mouth. She moaned loudly as my hands found her firm ass, and wriggled her shoulders out of her uniform, letting it drop loosely around her waist. Now only her very brief bra hid her breasts from me, and it put up very little resistance when I pulled the shoulder straps down, and tugged it down off her boobs.
I had seen most of my sisters ample chest on several occasions, but this unveiling of her twin treasures took my breath away. So full and round, they jiggled alluringly as she freed her arms from the straps. Her areolas were a dark rosy colour, just perfectly sized for her large breasts, and surrounded nipples that were deliciously thick and stubby.
"Mmmmm hmmm," she moaned, and dragged my hands around to hold her globes. She continued the embrace, and kept her hands on mine, encouraging me to fondle the soft flesh that filled my grip to overflowing. Her hips undulated, grinding against the bulge that had taken residence in my crotch. She broke away from my lips.
"I get the impression that you are enjoying this as much as I am," she smiled as she slipped from my grasp and stood up, posing before me. She undid and discarded her bra, then peeled her sexy little uniform down over her hips. Her panties were soon around her ankles, and she stepped out of them. "Heels off, or on?" she giggled, pointing her toes, and tossing her long, red hair suggestively.
"On," I croaked, looking up at her nude form. My mouth was suddenly very dry.
"Follow me?" she asked. I nodded, and trailed her like an obedient puppy, my eyes following every sexy sway and wiggle of her beautiful firm ass. She sauntered slowly, milking the moment, and setting the hook...except this fish had no desire to escape.
As she reached her bed, she spun around and sat across the corner. Her eyes were ablaze, beckoning me into her grasp, but I had other ideas. As I stopped in front of her, she reached out, and caressed the huge hardness that was my dick, still trapped in its denim prison.
"Ooooo, that's...whoa...Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she giggled as I pushed her onto her back. That dry mouth I mentioned? I knew exactly what I wanted to slake the thirst, and dragged her closer to the corner. Taking a kneeling position before her altar, I draped her legs over my shoulders, and gazed at the beauty before me.
She was shaved bare as the day she was born. Her pussy was a tight, neat slit in the area between her thighs, surrounded by a slightly puffy area that stood proud. At the top of this slit was a significant bump, home to her clit, which was beginning to peek out its front door. I inhaled her scent, a fragrance that would be forever etched in my memory, and touched her smooth skin with my fingertips, gently opening the outer lips to view the flower hidden behind.
"Oh god," she moaned, as I pressed a finger into her moist interior. Her inner lips began to swell and darken as she became aroused, and they lengthened, pouting open through the outer labia that guarded them. Her sex transformed, getting wetter and more erotic with every second. I withdrew my finger, and sampled the nectar which had coated it.
Delicious is inadequate. Heavenly. Succulent. Far too good to resist.
"Oh Gig...please don't tease me. I need this so bad," she begged, her voice quivering. "Lick my pussy. Please?"
I got out of a warm bed at 2am, took a walk and a train, just because she asked me to. This request was a no brainer.
I pressed my tongue flat against her perineum, and dragged upward, letting it dip into her damp recess, and trailing upward to finish with a lap around her increasingly aroused clitoris. Erica groaned, and breathed encouragement.
"Oh yessss, that's it, baby...do it again, and don't stop."
I did, going back for more ambrosia with gusto, and burying my face into her gash. My tongue probed deep, joined by a finger, while Erica squirmed and moaned. Fluttering the tip of my tongue over her clit brought a gasp of joy from her, and she spread her legs wider, giving me better access. I felt the points of her heels dig into my back, as she urged me on, so I added a second finger, and latched onto her clit. I sucked, and Erica squealed.
"Aaaaaaiiiiyyeeee! Yessss! Yessss! YESSSS! MORE!" she gasped.
A third finger joined in, and made squishy noises as it plunged into her cunt. My lip lock on her button maintained, I gnawed on it. Her legs began to shake, and she arched her back, while I braced for impact.
"MmmnnaaaahhhhhfuuuuUUUUUCKYESSSSS!" she screamed. I lapped furiously at her snatch, slurping up the honey that flowed like a river of lust from her depths, and she lurched wildly in my hands. "Holy shit!" she hissed, as her body shuddered again, and wilted. I gave her a few parting licks, and rested my chin on her mons, watching her breasts heave on her chest as she caught her breath. She struggled to sit up, propping herself up with her arms. Her face was flushed, and her eyes dreamy.
"Mmmmm, that was different," she moaned, blinking her eyes to clear them. A smile. "Okay, I think it's time for you to reciprocate. You can clearly see everything I've got..." she grinned, gesturing to her fabulous, naked body, which I would never get tired of inspecting. "Come on, baby brother...whip it out. It's my turn to play."
I smiled back, and stood before her, unbuckling my belt, and unzipping the fly. I watched as she licked her lips in anticipation. Undoing the button, I pushed my jeans down, kicked off my shoes, and stepped out of the denim that locked my ankles together. A pair of tighty-whities, struggling mightily to contain my erection, remained. I let Erica do the honours, and peeled my shirt off over my head.
"Oh my god, Stevie...is that all you?" she giggled, caressing my hard bulge. "This might be more fun than I hoped for," she said, pulling the waistband out, and peeking over the top. She gasped. "Oh...this will definitely be more fun than I thought! Get ready, little kitty," she smiled, "there's a new sheriff in town!"
I laughed, and she skinned my jockeys down, her mouth agape. Her reaction was very good for my ego, but she wasn't the first to express similar feelings. I don't think I was much longer than most guys, but every woman I had been with had told me that I was much, much thicker. One nicknamed it, calling my dick 'the crippler', after I made her walk funny following sex with me. She even declined a return visit. I hoped Erica wouldn't do the same.
With my underwear discarded, Erica stared at my cock, as it hung heavily between my legs. She took it in her hand, and stroked it softly, then licked the head, tasting the slippery pre-cum that was oozing out.
"Mmmmm, yummy," she giggled, and pounced, jamming as much of my cock into her mouth as she could. I was thankful she had a wide mouth, because she swallowed better than half on the first try. It felt amazing
I watched her gobble my knob, her pretty lips stretched around my thick shaft, while she stared up at me. Her green eyes locked onto mine, and she bobbed her head ardently, swinging her long red hair, and big tits as well.
I stroked her hair and moaned softly, watching her cheeks hollow as she sucked harder.
"Oh Hugs honey, you have no idea how long I wished for this moment. I never thought I'd get to feel your mouth on my dick like this. It's incredible," I smiled. She pulled back, extracting my spit soaked shaft from her lips.
"Yeah, well, if I had known you were carrying this thing around, I might have done this sooner," she giggled, and gulped me down again. She blew me for a few more minutes, then withdrew again to add something.
"Gig, I would really like to swallow your load, honey, but I'm not sure I can wait for you to fuck me with this monster. If I suck you off, are you going to lose your wood, or can you keep it hard for me?"
So you want to eat your cake and fuck it too? Well for you, baby, I'll give it my best shot.
"Go for it," I growled, and she smiled, diving back in. She sucked like a demon. My sister gave one wicked blowjob. That blonde Eddie cheated with had better have a solid gold twat, if he chose her over my buxom sibling.
Erica might have also been psychic, because she reached up with one hand and guided my own onto the top of her head. I looked into her eyes, and she winked. When my other hand joined the first in her hair, she dropped hers into her lap, and surrendered her mouth for my use.
It seemed pretty clear she wanted me to fuck her face, and my hips didn't miss a beat, stroking into her drooling maw. Her tongue whirled about inside, teasing my dick to even greater hardness, and she moaned a constant stream of 'mmmm hmmm's, urging me to squirt.
She wouldn't need to urge me for long. Between the exquisite sensation of her lips and tongue, and the view of her incredibly pretty face swallowing my shaft repeatedly, I was being brought to a boil rapidly.
"Mmmmm hmmm, that's it Hugs...suck my cock...I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, oh fuck, I'm... gonna... cuuUUUUUUUUMMMMM!" I yelled, emptying my balls into her mouth. I spurted, and spurted, and spurted, while Erica swallowed as quickly as she could, which was just not fast enough. The corners of her mouth began to leak, and twin trails of semen trickled south, dangling obscenely from her chin.
Once I was spent, she sucked a few more times to keep me hard, and gulped the last of it. She released me, and laid back, spreading wide. Her fingers cleaned up the overflow, as she grinned and moaned a directive.
"Okay, baby brother...fuck my cunt! Gimme that big fucking cock, right now!" She scooted onto the bed a bit more, making room for me.
I was eager to do so, and crawled up between her legs, while she grasped my spear with one hand and pointed it at the target. She pulled me in, and rubbed the head between her juicy lips. I pressed in, watching Erica's mouth fly open wide, along with her eyes. She nodded, and I slid deeper, until her hand patted my chest.
"Oh my fucking god!" she gasped. "Hold it there for a second. Give my poor little pussy a chance to open up." I waited, patiently impatient, until she nodded again. "Okay, I'm ready for more... Go for it."
Her pussy was very snug, and I pressed further into the warm crevice. Erica grimaced.
"All the way!" she grunted through clenched teeth. "Gimme all of it!"
I slammed in, balls deep, and held my position, while she whimpered and panted.
"It's not the most comfortable sensation," she groaned, "but I know it will get better. It's like losing my virginity again," she smiled. "You're taking my cherry, Gig. Fuck me. Gently please?"
Pulling out of her cunt's heavenly embrace, I expected her to turn inside out, but her juicy lips slid smoothly along my shaft, until I reversed, and plunged back in.
"How's that?" I asked, watching her face. Her brow furrowed. It was obviously not yet a pleasurable experience.
"Still hurts, but it's getting better," she said softly. "Keep going."
I was torn between my concern for her, and my own, selfish desire to keep screwing her luscious body. I perched up on my arms, so I could watch her expression, and continued gently. I stroked into her pussy as smoothly and easily as I could, and her mask of discomfort gradually relaxed, replaced by a smile.
"Oh, that's much better now, honey," she moaned. "Much better." She smiled, and pulled me down to her, planting a passionate kiss on me. "Make love to me Gig. Show me how you feel about me. Let me feel it."
"Gladly," I whispered, and kissed her again. I began to thrust into her a little more firmly, but still lovingly. Her body responded, and she wrapped her legs around my waist.
"Oh shit, Stevie," she hissed, "your cock is incredible. It rubs all the good spots at once." An ecstatic, dreamy look crossed her face. "Oh god, fuck me, honey. Fuck me."
Happy to be of service, I shifted gears, skewering her deeper and more energetically. Her pussy gripped my shaft tight, and she began to shake in my embrace.
"Cumming, baby! Donnnnnnnnn't stopppppppp! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck meee!" she groaned, as her body quaked, twisted and shuddered. "Oh god yes! Don't you dare stop! Fuck me harder! Pound my cunt!"
Who knew my sister was such a sex fiend? Then again, who knew I was? Oh, if our parents could see their two eldest children now, I think the dinner conversation would be somewhat strained. But since Mom and Dad weren't here, I decided to ignore that thought, and fuck my sister the way she asked me to.
I thrashed her, fucking her full bore. My eyes were drawn to her chest, which was wobbling and swaying uncontrollably as her body absorbed my furious assault. Her nipples were no longer stubby, having stood up tall and straight. I saw her eyes roll back, and she came again, but I didn't even slow down as she screeched like a banshee, an unintelligible wail of bliss. I only stopped when she patted my chest again, begging for a break.
"Oh, honey, I need to catch my breath," she gasped. "Slow down for a few minutes."
I had a better idea. Unsheathing my shaft from her tight gash, I grabbed her ankles, and spun her onto her tummy.
"Mmmmm, yes Gig," she giggled, scrambling onto all fours. She dropped her shoulders low, and wiggled her rump in the air. "Your doggy is ready. Mount me."
My god, her ass looked so perfect in this position. I knelt behind her putting a hand on each hip, while her right hand appeared from between her thighs to direct my cock back into her slippery snatch. It went in easier this time, and she pushed back to impale herself fully.
"There you are, back where you belong," she smiled, over her shoulder. "Nice and deep."
I love doggy style. I love to watch my cock disappear and reappear, freshly coated with pussy juice, as I plunge in over and over. I love to watch my partner's ass ripple and shake as I plough into her. Most of all, I love the way it makes my balls tingle, and the feeling I get when I cum deep inside. The prospect of my sister being the recipient was especially appealing.
I fucked her, pulling back on her hips as slammed in, using long, deep strokes. Erica yelped and squealed as I drilled into her, adding to the cacophony of grunts, groans and slapping flesh that filled the apartment. She was cumming, I think, if I read her vocalizations correctly. There was the occasional partial word in there that seemed to indicate she was having an orgasm. Suddenly, her words were crystal clear.
"Cum in me!" she shrieked. "Cum inside my fucking cunt, you fucking stud! Fill my pussy with hot jizz! I want to feel the heat!"
She was pushing back into my thrusts as feverishly as I was. Her boobs were swinging freely, smacking against her arms. It was desperate, raucous and urgent. When she tossed her head back, and her long hair landed in a red wave on her back, I grabbed the reigns, and pulled hard.
"Yessss! YESSSS! YESSSSSSSSS!" she screamed, and shuddered again.
It was too much for me, and I joined her, spewing hot semen inside her twitching cooze. Her arms gave way under the onslaught, and I crushed her into the mattress, grinding deeper into her pussy while still spilling cum from my dick at an alarming rate. We collapsed into a sweaty heap of tangled arms and legs, both exhausted and panting like beached salmon. It took me a minute to gather enough energy to drag myself off her body, and drop beside her.
I laid there, catching my breath, looking into the one eye I could see through her tousled locks. That eye was fuzzy and unfocused, finally finding my face. A satisfied smile organized itself on her face.
"Gig, baby," she breathed, "I think we have a problem."
"Mmmmm? What's that?" I asked, quietly.
"Well, that was the most incredible sexual experience of my life," she smiled, "and I have no intention of it being a one time thing. I want you in my bed, and my pussy, forever. I love you, and I want us to be together."
She was right. That was a problem.
Not from me, of course. I had always loved my sister, and now that the reality of physical love with her had left my fantasies in the dust, I was ready, willing and eager to continue our forbidden relationship. Certainly, while we were living together, no one would be the wiser. She was still a McDonald, while I was a Renner. If she hadn't told anyone I was her brother, our secret was safe.
But...Mom and Dad weren't blind, or stupid. Eventually, the truth would come out.
Until then...
"I love you, too, Erica. I always have, and I want to be with you," I smiled. "I think, until the problem becomes a 'problem'...we should just enjoy ourselves, and be happy. Don't you agree?"
Erica didn't hesitate. She smiled, and nodded, sweeping the hair out of her face. She kissed me softly, and whispered one word...
"Absolutely."
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