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   My dads' death while not totally expected was no surprise.  After
battling the big "C" and suffering other health issues, to all intense
purposes his own stubbornness killed him.  He refused to accept how ill he
was and as such when he refused to allow his body time to recover properly
and it just caught up with him and nature took its course.

   The following two weeks flew by, death notifications; the funeral to
arrange; will reading; acting as his executor; arranging accommodation for
the family; etc.  I barely had time to breath, let alone to stop and think.

   The day of the funeral came.  I made the choice to drive myself rather
than take the family funeral car, I had some major issues with dad's widow
and I didn't trust myself to be in a confined space with her, even with
other family present.

   At the crematorium I did the meet and greet, I recognized pretty much
everyone, briefly thanking everyone for coming, I was about to finally go
in thinking everyone was here when a young woman approached.  She looked
about 16, she was appropriately dressed.  "May I?" she asked.  I thought I
heard an American accent but I wasn't sure.  I didn't see the harm so I
agreed.  "Of course you can.  Thank you for coming." I assented gently. 
She smiled at me, "Thank you." And she walked in.  Something about her
grabbed at my attention, like a distant recognition, I don't know what but
there was something.  I followed her in and walked up to the front pew and
took my seat.

   Dad not being religious, the service was a typical non denomination
ceremony.  Once it finished I lead the mourners out then waited at the exit
for everyone to leave reminding them of the wake.

   The girl who was the last arrival was also the last to leave.  I was
surprised how upset she was, clearly crying as she left.  As she walked
past everyone and went towards the road something inside me drove me to
act. Whoever she was I couldn't let her just leave like this and I started
after her.  As I passed my cousin I quickly spoke to him, "Will you guide
the others back, I'll catch you up." "Sure Dan." He looked at me puzzled
but knew better than to enquire when I was on a mission.

   I caught up with her at the entrance to the car park.  "Excuse me."
Nothing.  "Excuse me, are you okay?" Whoever she was she stopped walking
and turned to look at me, her eyes full of tears.  "Look, I know we don't
know each other but I can't just let you leave while you're like this.  My
dad would be mad if I didn't help.  Can I give you a lift somewhere at
least?" She lifted her head and looked me square in the eyes, then broke
down, uncontrollably sobbing.  I don't know why but I put my arms round her
and pulled her into a gentle hug, her body was trembling with her sobs. 
"Hey, come on, it's okay, he wouldn't want this, he had a good innings and
he didn't suffer and that's what he would have wanted, he wouldn't want
people upset over his passing, he'd want them remembering the good times."
I just babbled platitudes, as much to stop myself breaking down as to
reassure this mystery girl.

   I pulled myself back a touch, "Look, where were you going if I can ask?"

   She looked at me, eyes still teary but slightly more composed, "Just
back to my hotel." There it was that accent, it called to me, I actually
found it sexy.  What was going on in my head?  There was a young woman come
to pay her respects at my fathers funeral and I my thoughts were drifting
south of the border so to speak.  "Is anyone waiting for you there?" She
just shook her head in reply.  "I know you don't know me but I'm Geoff's
son, Daniel, Dan, or Danny.  He wouldn't be happy if I left you alone while
you were upset like this, why don't you come back to the wake and" "NO, I
can't, I, I just can't." she cut me off.

   I considered her for a minute.  "Okay, but I can't just leave you on
your own.  I don't really want to be around too many people at the moment,
how about I take you to your hotel, you can change and then we can go
somewhere and talk, if you want that is." The mystery girl looked at me,
still upset but a curious look too, she paused, "Okay, yeah, I think I'd
like that.  I'm Michelle by the way."

   We walked back to my car; Michelle told me she was staying at the Castle
hotel so I drove us back there.  On the way I called my cousin briefly
(hands free) to let him know I was giving the wake a miss and to give my
apologies for my absence but there was something I needed to attend to and
I'd explain another time before hanging up to avoid any awkward questions.
We spent the rest of the journey in silence, my mind nagging at how this
young woman seemed familiar to me.

   I parked in the hotels car park as the rain started to fall and relaxed
into my chair.  Michelle looked at me, "You can come in, it's better than
you sitting out here on your own." "I'm okay, besides, it'll give you
privacy to change." "I thought you didn't want me to be on my own, now
move." There was a slightly playful hint of authority in Michelle's voice,
I could have argued, but decided not to.

   Michelle collected her key from reception then led me to her room.  The
door was unlocked and she showed me in.  It was a small twin room with an
en suite.  It wasn't anything flash but ideal for a short stay.

   Finally my growing curiosity got the better of me.  "Can I ask you where
you knew my dad from Michelle?  Don't get me wrong, I am deeply grateful
for you to come to pay your respects, but I can't help the feeling that I
know you from somewhere." Michelle took a deep breath in and I saw her
shoulders shudder.  I gently put my hands on her shoulders to reassure her,
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you," "No it's okay," She interjected, "I
wanted you to find out sooner or later, just maybe not like this." Now my
curiosity was truly piqued.

   Michelle took my hands and led me to the beds.  "Please, sit down." I
did as requested sitting on one bed while Michelle sat opposite me on the
other.

   Still holding my hands Michelle took another deep breath and began. 
"The truth is, I never actually knew Geoff, my mum did.  She met him almost
15 years ago, apparently he was on a joint nations Army training exercise
near where she lived." That made sense.  I remembered the one I thought it
was, I was 12 at the time, he was over in the U.S.  about a month and dad
had brought all sorts of goodies back with him, (as a kid I always
remembered his trips by the presents he brought back) I also learnt later
in life he liked to "enjoy himself" when he had nothing better to do and no
family around to cramp his style.

   Michelle looked at me, sadness in her eyes, "I hate to be the one to
tell you this but my mum and your dad got to know each other well, very
well in fact." No surprise there, when my dad on occasion had a little too
much to drink he let slip about one or two indiscretions he had that mum
was never the wiser to, at least as far as I knew.  "That's okay Michelle,
I knew he, well, suffice to say he misbehaved on occasion.  So, what, you
would have been about 1 or 2 at the time, it's still nice of you to come
especially how far you travelled judging from your accent."

   I noticed the look of bewilderment on Michelle's face.  "You think
I'm...., how old do you think I am Dan?" "About 16 or 17." I replied. 
Michelle's face sank and she looked down at the floor.  "I'm sorry Dan, I'm
a little over 14." She didn't say anymore, Michelle didn't need to.

   The penny dropped.  The reason why I recognized her was staring me in
the face, literally.  On my dad's side of the family the resemblances
between children is scary.  You could put a picture of me, my father, my
grandmother, my uncle and my aunt as babies down and you wouldn't know who
was in what picture.  It was my turn to take a deep breath.  "You're my
sister aren't you?" Michelle looked up at me, "I'm sorry but yes I am.  I
only found out myself who my dad was about a year ago, then I only managed
to track him down a couple of months ago, and by the time I built up the
courage to try to contact him I learnt of his passing and I just felt I had
to come and pay my respects, mum didn't want us to come but I nagged her
till she at least let me." She was clearly upset.  "Hey, why would you need
to be sorry?  This was a day to say goodbye to a lost dad, our dad, and yet
I've gained a little sister.  I'd say that more than makes up for the
loss." I couldn't help myself I stood up pulled Michelle to her feet, put
my arms around her, picked her up and spun her around in joy.  "I have a
little sister!" I announced in glee.

   I put Michelle down gently, "Sorry." I was suddenly quite sheepish. 
"You mean you're not upset.  I thought you'd be annoyed with me for
changing your view on your dad, or that you'd think I was after some
inheritance or something." I could see by her face Michelle didn't know
what to think of my reaction.  "Look Michelle, I know my, sorry, our dad
was no saint, he was who he was, I accepted that a while back, I could
hardly blame you for something that's out of your control can I?  You
didn't ask him and your mum to make you did you?  But upset, I've just
found out I have a wonderful, beautiful, little sister, why would I be
upset?  Upset, I'm over the moon with joy!" I realized what I had said
about Michelle being beautiful, and I realized that the young woman who I
had been admiring earlier was now suddenly my 14 year old sister.  I
decided to let it slide if Michelle didn't say anything.

   Michelle buried her head in my chest and hugged me.  "Oh thank you Dan,
I was worried how you might react, and you can call me Shell if you want,
or Shelly, all my friends do."

   "Okay Shell.  Tell you what, have you paid for your stay here or are you
going on a day by day basis?" Michelle looked at me puzzled.  "I was just
going day to day, why?" I smiled, "Okay my little sister, pack your bags,
we're going to pay your bill then you're going to come stay with me, that
way you can save your money, you won't be alone and we can get the chance
to get to know each other.  Don't even think about arguing, I've got plenty
of space so just do as your big brother says." Although I left no room for
argument I had been quite playful about how I said it.  Michelle smiled up
at me and nodded.  "Okay, big brother" and gave me a playful dig in the
chest before grabbing her bag and packing her things into it.

   Michelle suddenly turned to me, "You haven't asked how long I'm here
for." I shook my head, "I don't need to, you can stay as long as you like
or are able, you'll always have a home with your big brother for as long as
you want it, and you can give your mum a call when you get home too, let
her know where you're staying now." The concern left her face and instead
there was a smile and a twinkle in her eye, "Home with my big brother,
hmmm, I like the sound of that."

   After Michelle packed we paid her bill, checked out and drove home.  We
nattered about allsorts on the drive home.  I had inherited my dad's home
after his death, much to the chagrin of his widow, she had only been with
him a matter of four years, never paid any money into the running of the
house as the mortgage had been cleared before my mums death, but still
expected to get the house for herself, in the short time since his death a
state of open conflict existed between us, she knew she was only in the
house under my sufferance but still assumed, wrongly, she could drive me
out of it and have it herself.  I'd only let her stay there out of respect
for my dad but she was pushing me to breaking point very quickly.

   I walked into the home to be greeted by a screech from dad's widow. 
"Where the fuck have you been and why weren't you at the wake?  Your dad
will be turning in his grave and who the fuck is this floozy you've brought
back?  Oh, I get it, it's more important to get laid then" "ENOUGH!" My
yell brought an immediate and eerie silence.  "Just who the fuck do you
think you are to question me on ANYTHING?  Who this is none of your damn
business, its family business, to which you no longer have a right to know!
You might be my fathers widow but that does NOT make you my mother or
family or entitled to question me so back off." I didn't even try to hide
the anger I had long suppressed.  "Tell you what why don't you do everyone
a favour, pack your bags and fuck off back to where you came from.  You've
still got your flat so don't try the you've got nowhere to stay crap, you
chose to rent it out, use that money for a hotel or a cheap let till you
get your tenant out but you are NOT staying here any longer.  But before
you go ANYWHERE you WILL apologize to my guest or so help me I will
physically throw you out myself and I'LL pack your bags for you." She spat
back at me, "You wouldn't dare." I walked over to here looking down at her
and keeping my eyes locked on hers the whole time.  "Just.  Try.  Me!" The
witch gulped, realizing just how serious I was by the sheer venom in my
voice and the fire in my eyes.

   I walked back to Michelle, "I'm sorry you had to get caught in that." I
whispered to her then raised my voice, "I think there's something my dad's
widow has to say to you." I gently took Michelle's hand and led her from
the doorway into the lounge.  She said nothing just staring at Michelle,
"AHEM!" The witch looked at me then turned to Michelle, "I'm sorry about
what I said about you." And that was it but still better than nothing. 
"Okay, now get out.  Just pack what you need, your son can get the rest at
a time that's convenient for me.  ANYONE comes in MY property without my
permission as of right now can expect a trip to the local police station
for breaking and entering, now get." With that she left the room and went
upstairs, to pack on doubt.

   Michelle looked at me "I shouldn't have come, I've caused this.  I
should go." I took her hands.  "Hey, don't be silly.  That has been brewing
for a while, and would have happened sooner or later even if you never came
here so stop blaming yourself.  Now take a seat and relax.  Once she's gone
I'll show you round.  Till then just relax and stop blaming yourself for
things that aren't your fault okay?" Michelle sat down and looked at me
gently smiling, "Okay."

   Ten minutes later the doorbell rang, "I'll be back in a minute, you'll
be okay here." I reassured Michelle as I went to the door.  "Taxi for Mrs.
Mason." I went to turn but the witch was already there pushing past me,
"Good riddance, lets see how you cope without me you ungrateful shit."
"Well given I do all the cleaning, washing, ironing, cooking, shopping,
making the fire, maintenance around the house, with you gone I'll have less
work so I'll cope better, thanks for the concern, oh one last thing.  Key!"
She spun and glared at me.  "Do you REALLY think I'm that stupid so as to
leave you with access to my home?  KEY.  NOW!" "Fine." and she threw it at
me before getting in the taxi and driving off.  Good riddance.

   I shut the door and sighed with relief.  I picked the key up, walked
into the lounge then slumped on to the floor, the strain of the recent
events finally catching up with me.  "Dan." Michelle ran over to me clearly
concerned.  "I'm okay Shell, just give me a sec to recover, like I said
that's been brewing for a little while, that didn't make it any easier, but
I'm glad it's done." Michelle put her arms round me and rested her head on
my shoulder, "Thanks for sticking up for me, you didn't need to but it was
really sweet of you." I turned my head and kissed Shell's crown.  I felt a
little charge, like electricity through my lips that spread over every
square millimetre of my skin, a thrill, what was I thinking?  This was my
sister, my underage sister at that who I'd just met, and yet I was getting
a thrill out of being so close to her.  "Nonsense, I'm not having anyone,
no matter who they might think they are talking to my little sister like
that.  From now on I'll always be there to protect you my precious little
sister.  I hope you can get used to having a very protective big brother."
Michelle sighed, seemingly contentedly, "I'm sure I could get used to
having a cute protective older brother looking out for me." My mind was
reeling.  Did she just call me "cute"?  Again I tried to put it to the back
of my mind.  I lifted myself off the floor and pulled Michelle up with me.
"Come on let's show you round and sort you out a room."

   I showed Michelle round the house, we were halfway round when I realized
we were holding hands, it felt wonderful so I let it slide.  We got to the
main bedroom and Michelle walked to the window and looked out at the view
of the sea, then let herself fall back onto the bed.  "Wow, well that's
sorted, this room will do fine for me." I smiled, "I'm sure it would, but,
when I've cleared out her stuff, since she's already moved dad's clothes
out, yeah, she was real cut up about his loss." "Umm, sounds like it Dan,"
Michelle said with a not small amount of annoyance in her voice "Anyway,
once I've changed the sheets I'll be moving in here." I finished.

   I looked down at Michelle as she lay on the bed.  She hadn't changed
from the funeral yet in our rush to get here, only taking her shoes off in
the lounge.  She was truly beautiful.  She was wearing a formal black
sleeved dress that came to just above the knee, with black tights on.  She
had shoulder length dark brown hair; her face was a picture of absolute
natural beauty with a soft complexion, gentle structure a cute nose and
wonderful blue eyes so deep that I could fall into and drown in happily. 
She truly was beautiful, I shook myself out of my daze, annoyed at myself
for having these improper thoughts about my newly discovered little sister.


   Michelle stared up at me, was she aware of my admiring her body I
wondered?  She smiled, and then stood up, "I'll toss you for it, whoever
wins gets the room." I knew Michelle meant tossing a coin but my playful
side kicked in, or was it simply my desire to feel my sister close to me, I
don't know but either way, I quickly picked her up, lifted her and turned,
gently letting myself fall backwards towards the bed then playfully put her
over my head so she landed gently on the bed above me.  "There you go I
tossed you so I won." I announced.

   Michelle looked at me, a look mixed of amusement and irritation.  "That
was not what I meant and you know it Dan!" she pouted but there was no
unpleasantness in her voice just amusement, then she couldn't help herself,
her face broke and Michelle started laughing, oh what a wonderful sound. 
She rolled onto her side and stroked the side of my face, "You know I could
definitely get used to this big brother.  Okay you win so for now I don't
get the room but how about a compromise?" I looked at Michelle gauging her.
"What did you have in mind?" "Well my sweet big brother, since you don't
want me to be alone and I don't want to be left alone how about we share
it, that way you can protect me in my sleep as well as when I'm awake."
Michelle was smiling at me, but I knew this was no joke.  Every fibre of me
knew to so no.  I knew no matter how much I would love to say yes it would
only end with one outcome.  She was 14, underage.  She was my sister,
incest.  I was her big brother, I was supposed to be protecting her. 
"Okay, if you're sure you can trust me Shell." I had said it before I could
stop myself, I didn't even realise I was saying it, shit where had that
come from.  Michelle threw herself at me, "Oh thank you my gorgeous sweet
wonderful big brother."

   With that before I could say a word Michelle's dress was undone and on
the floor, and her tights were off.  She stood there in just a white pair
of bikini panties and matching bra.  Michelle looked round and smiled at
me, "What?  I'm sure I'm not the first near naked girl you've seen,
besides, it's only a human body, it's nothing to be ashamed of, and I'll
need to get changed for bed later so you'll see me like this sooner or
later." And what a human body, Michelle had what was for me a perfect body.
Not one of these anorexic stick thin body types but nicely rounded without
being too large, beautiful B cup breasts, a perfect shaped butt and
wonderfully proportioned legs.  She was stunning, my little sister was
stunning and I have to admit she was starting to turn me on.  What the hell
was wrong with me?  I was getting aroused by my little sister!

   Michelle broke my train of thought again, she had by now slipped on a
t-shirt and a pair of jogging pants.  "You know, there's documented records
that show when siblings of opposite sex have been reunited in adult life,
either after not knowing the other existed or after a not being raised
together, that it is not at all unusual for them to wind up having a sexual
relationship, just saying." With that she kissed me on the cheek and stood
up, "Just grabbing a quick bath if that's okay." I just nodded dumbly,
"Cheers big bro." With that she walked out the room and I heard her open
the bathroom door and start the bath running, I did note I didn't hear the
door shut again.

   I sat there, my head spinning, had she meant what I thought she meant,
was she hinting that we should?  No she couldn't have, and what was wrong
with me, attracted to my little sister who I had not even known existed
before today, but it wasn't just sexual, everything just felt so natural
with her, I was relaxed despite my confusion over my arousal.  Yes I was
confused about what I felt towards her, but not really concerned.  Being
with Michelle, it felt, well it just felt right, it felt natural, like I
had found something that I'd spent my whole life looking for without even
realizing it.

   I snapped myself out of it and quickly dumped all the queen bitches
stuff on the bed, I then pulled and tied the corners of the sheets together
to make an improvised sack for her crap then dumped it in a spare room.  I
made the bed then changed into my own t-shirt and jogging pants, I then
just moved some of my clothes and bits into the master bedroom.

   I had just finished when I heard Shell call out to me, "Dan, can you be
a darling and come and do my back for me?" I knew I shouldn't.  I knew it
was wrong.  I knew she was my little sister.  I knew if I carried on down
this path there would be no turning back.  I knew I didn't care about any
of that and I was going to be damned, but so be it.

   I walked in the bathroom.  Michelle was in the bath with her back to me.
I took my t-shirt off and put it over the hand rail.  I sat behind the
bath. I couldn't help but notice Michelle's skin was flawless.  "Shift
forward a touch and give me the room to do your back Shell." As Michelle
moved forward I placed my hands into the water to wet my hands then picked
up the soap and built up a good lather on my hands.  I placed my hands on
Michelle's back and started to gently rub/clean it, her skin was like silk,
oh, I could so get used to this.  Michelle moaned, "That feels really nice
big brother.  You do realize you have a job for life now with this." "This
is a job I could gladly get used to little sister."

   Once I was sure her back was clean I gently played the bath water over
it to rinse the suds off.  "Michelle what would your boyfriend think if he
knew your big brother just saw you nude in the bath and helped clean you?"
There was a little giggle from Michelle.  "I couldn't care less right now,
in fact I'm not even sure he'll be my boyfriend by the time I decide to go
back home, if I go home, let's put it that way.  What about your
girlfriend, how would she react if she could see us now?" "Well Shell,
since I don't have one I don't have that problem." "Hmmm, interesting."

   Michelle stood up and turned to face me.  "Towel please." My jaw
dropped, literally.  Her breasts were beyond perfect, capped with light
pink, and at this time very erect nipples, my eyes travelled down to her
neatly trimmed pubic hairs, while I preferred a nice bald pussy this was
just gorgeous, any residual hint of resistance I might have had about any
improper activities with my newly discovered sister evaporated in that
heartbeat.  She smiled and reached out placing a finger under my jaw and
closing my mouth, "As flattering as this is, I would like to dry off please
I'm getting cold."

   I passed a towel to Michelle then an idea struck me.  "Do you trust me?"
Michelle looked at me like I had just asked a particularly dumb question.
"Hmm, let me think, get's in a car with a man I've never met, check.  Take
him into my hotel room, check.  Agree to go back to his house with him,
undress in front of him, then let him wash me in the bath and show him
myself naked, check, check and check.  So do I trust him?  Duh!  What do
you think?" "Okay, dumb question.  Go into the master bedroom lay on the
towel on the bed and I'll be there right behind you." Michelle looked at me
quizzically for a second then left the bath room.  I grabbed a fluffy towel
and some talc then followed into the bedroom.

   Michelle was lying face down which was perfect.  "Okay, what now bro?"
"Just relax and enjoy Shell, relax and enjoy."

   I took the towel I had brought then used it to gently rub her down and
dry her off.  I then shook a layer of talc over her body and started to
slowly rub it into her body.  I started at her neck, then down to her
shoulders and down each arm, by the time I got to Michelle's back she was
purring like a very contented kitten.  "Mmmmmm, you know you are going to
have to do this every time I have a bath or shower now, don't you?" "It
will be my pleasure my beautiful little sister, gladly." I decided to take
a gamble given how things had gone so far.  "Especially if it means I get
to put my hands on your wonderful body Shell." "You only have to ask my
lovely big brother.  Where did you get this idea?" "It's just one of those
things, kids seem to love having talc put on so why shouldn't adults enjoy
it?  It's as if we reach an age and forget about some of the nicer things
of childhood.  Besides it makes your skin feel even softer.  So I figured
you'd enjoy it." I continued down my sister's body till I reached just
above her buttocks, I then jumped my hands and continued to talc her legs,
"No, you missed my," Michelle moaned, "Shhh, trust me Michelle trust me." I
whispered into her ear, then kissed the back of her neck, and returned to
the job at hand.

   When I had finished the backs of Michelle's legs I gently sprinkled talc
onto her buttocks and started to gently knead them, my thumbs gently
slipping into the crease of her perfect behind but never straying too far.
All the while Michelle was gently moaning, clearly enjoying the experience.


   Finally done I gently patted that gorgeous derriere "Okay other side."
Michelle rolled over, a look of pure relaxed bliss on her face.  This time
I started at her feet.  Fully aware how much I hated having my own feet
tickled I was careful not to tickle Michelle's feet.  I gently worked my
way up her legs, stroking and massaging the talc into her already silky
soft skin, her taut calves, and her wonderful firm thighs.  When I reached
the tops of her thighs I jumped my hands again, this time to her stomach.
Again I got gentle moans of protest but no complaints this time.  I reached
her breasts and I started to gently knead them, caressing them, I gently
tweaked her nipples, gently rolling them between thumb and forefinger. 
Michelle arched her back raising her chest up, moaning in pleasure, her
nipples started to grow erect again with the stimulation, Michelle's
arousal as clear as day.

   I finally sprinkled a very fine layer over the top of her pubic mound,
conscious that any talc between Michelle's legs with her clear arousal
would be highly counter productive, and began massaging it in.  As I did so
I lay on the bed next to Michelle.  While with one hand I gently massaged
her pubic mound I gently placed kisses on her neck which were received with
happy sounding mewls of pleasure.  She rolled onto her side to look at me,
"I'm not sure how much more of this I can take Dan, but I would love to
find out, do something for me, big brother, please?" "Anything for you my
little sister, just ask." "Be my first, please.  I know you're my brother
but I don't care.  I know it should be you.  I want it to be you."

   Well how could I refuse such a request?  Such an honour.  I looked into
her eyes and kissed her.  "I would be proud to be your first Michelle, if
you are sure it's what you want." Michelle gazed back into my eyes.  "I
couldn't be surer."

   I kissed her again on the lips.  Gently at first.  The passion slowly
building.  Our lips opened and our tongues met, embraced, stroked, and
entwined.  I gently rubbed my hand on the towel in order to remove any
excess talc then placed my fingers at the top of her slit and gently
started rubbing.  Even with our mouths locked in a passionate kiss there
was no mistaking the moan of pleasure I caused.  Michelle's legs opened
giving me free reign of her most intimate place.  As my finger traced
little circles I felt the tip of her clit slowly starting to emerge from
its hood.  I moved my hand so that my thumb was now tracing little circles
over her clitoris and my fingers slowly started to slide up and down her
soaking slit.  Michelle was leaking her juices like a little volcano
erupting molten velvet.  The scent of her arousal filling the room and
driving my ardour upwards.

   I pulled my lips away from hers.  Michelle tried to follow them, like a
child trying to suckle but being denied.  "Let me taste you Michelle, let
me eat you." I rotated my position so my head was between Michelle's legs
and rolled her onto her back.  I inhaled that wonderful scent then drove my
tongue into her.  Her body arched in pleasure.  The taste was pure nectar.
Like drinking the finest ambrosia from finest crystal.  I returned my thumb
to its position on her clit and began rubbing again.  Michelle almost went
into orbit.  Moaning and thrashing, her body seemingly unprepared for the
assault of pleasure her senses received.

   As I continued lapping at Michelle's pussy, I felt my jogging pants
undone and pulled down to my knees before a hand wrapped around my already
rock hard erection.  "Ooh, is that for me, umm, it surely must be, oh
lord." I heard my sister say before her words became muffled at the same
time I felt a moist warmth surround my dick as I let out a moan of my own
in to Michelle's pussy as she took me into her mouth.  Her tongue stroked
to and fro across the underside of my shaft as her mouth slid up and down
my hardness.  Either Michelle was a very gifted natural giving me the best
blow job I'd ever had or this was not her first time sucking a cock.

   In the meantime my ministrations on my little sisters succulent nether
regions were reaching there natural conclusion.  I felt Michelle push her
groin into my face ever harder her legs began to squeeze my head with her
thighs her body started to tremor all of a sudden I felt my cock pop out of
her mouth and a low guttural moan escape her lips, "Oh fuck Dan, keep
going, oh shit this is so fucking amazing, oh FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!" Her
body went rigid, as it did I got drowned in my sisters juices, she flowed
like a waterfall, then her body went limp, her legs releasing my head from
their death grip.

   I pulled my head back, and looked up her body.  Her chest was flushed as
it gently rose and fell naturally with her deep breaths.  A calm but joyous
look of bliss etched on her face.  In that moment I fell completely and
utterly in love with my sister.  I didn't care we were related.  I didn't
care that she was underage.  I most certainly didn't care what anyone else
thought, except Michelle.  SHE was all that mattered.

   I turned myself and lay next to Michelle so I was laid face to face with
her and gently placed my arm under her neck inadvertently rousing her. 
Michelle opened her eyes.  "Hey beautiful, did you enjoy that?" "Oh Dan,
I've NEVER cum like that before, ever.  None of my boyfriends have ever
done that to me, they're happy to get blow jobs but didn't give a damn
about what I wanted, or needed.  Oh but I didn't make you cum" she said
with genuine remorse.  I shook my head, "There's plenty of time for that,
besides the first time I cum I want it to be inside you, one way or the
other.  Are you on any protection?" "You mean birth control, no, I'm not."
I stroked her sweet face.  "I'd better pop round the corner then for some
condoms." As I started to get up Michelle took my hand and pulled me back.
"You won't need them Dan, you can cum in me." I was shaken.  "But what
if..." I couldn't finish the sentence.  "If you mean `But what if' you
knock me up, then it will mean I have my gorgeous brother's baby, and I
have an excuse to stay living with him, maybe even" she paused, nerves
seemingly creeping in before she continued, "Maybe even, forever?  If
you'll have me?"

   I looked into Michelle's eyes, I knew what I wanted to say, what I had
to say, I was just scared to say it, due to being hurt by the words in the
past.  I stroked the side of her face, but despite my fear I said the
words, "I love you Michelle.  I know we've only known each other hours and
yet I feel like I've known you all my life.  If you want my baby, I'll do
my best to give you my baby.  If you want to stay here with me you can stay
with me as long as you want, forever even.  I love you Michelle.  I would
be proud to have you." I meant every word I said, from the very bottom of
my heart I meant it, despite the short time since we met.  I'd never meant
them more then I meant them in that instant.  Michelle pulled me to her and
kissed me, passionately, but not with lust, this was pure emotion, pure
love, a joining of two souls.  "I love you too my wonderful big brother.  I
don't want your baby, I want our babies.  I want to stay with you here or
wherever we choose to live.  I want us to be together forever.  I love you
too."

   I held her close.  I was heavily and badly aroused, but despite that I
didn't care, I just wanted to stay like this forever.  Holding my
beautiful, sweet, lovely, little sister.  Despite that Michelle nuzzled
closer to me, as she did I felt the tip of my cock gently press into the
top of her slit, I shuffled myself to relieve the pressure at the same time
Michelle cocked her leg on to my leg, the unintended result of our joint
movements was my hardness slipping forward and pressing gently into her
entrance.  As it happened my little sister let out a gentle mewl of
pleasure and pushed down with her hips.  She was still slick from my
earlier ministrations and I started to enter her with very little effort on
either of our parts.

   Michelle gently rolled on to her back, pulling me with her.  She looked
into my eyes and uttered just a single word.  "Please." It was a plea, not
a simple request, a plea of desperation that I couldn't possibly refuse. 
"It may hurt the first time." I warned my precious sister.  "I know and I
don't care.  I know you'd never hurt me deliberately, please show me how
much you love me.  Be my first, my last, my only lover."

   I gently pushed myself deeper into her centre.  Michelle was tight but
not painfully so.  I felt her hymen against the tip of my crown.  I kissed
my sister, passionately, deeply and as I did so I thrust, quickly and
sharply through her innocence, and with that it was gone.

   As I pulled back from the kiss Michelle uttered a sigh, "Yessssss" like
air escaping, pain mixed with absolute pure bliss.  She pulled her arms
round my neck and I felt her legs come up my sides as she placed her heels
on my buttocks.  "Thank you Dan.  Now take me big brother.  You've made me
a woman, now make me your lover, fuck me and fill me with your cum."

   I pulled back and gently but firmly thrust into her tight moistness. 
The feeling for me was exquisite.  Out and in.  Out and in.  As I did so I
felt Michelle's heels urge me on, spurring me like a rider spurring on a
horse.  "Michelle, you feel so good, so warm, so tight, this is what bliss
is my lover, I never want this to end." "Oh Dan, you feel so good in me, I
can feel your warmth.  Feeling you in me it makes me feel like you're a
part of me, oh fuck I love you."

   I could feel the walls of Michelle's pussy squeezing my shaft, gently at
first but gradually as the tempo of coupling increased, so the strength of
her contractions also increased.  "Oh Dan, unh, my sweet loving brother,
ugh, do me harder, oh, faster, ugh, you feel so good in me, uh, I can't
believe it." I started to really drive into my sister, harder and faster,
just as she urged.

   At that point her coherent speech went straight out the window.  All she
then uttered were grunts and groans.  I felt her pussy walls trembling, her
bodies reflexes pushed her hips up at me with an urgency, seemingly begging
for my seed to impregnate her and my body was only to happy to oblige.  As
Michelle reached the crest of her orgasmic wave so did I.

   "Oh fuck Dan this feels so good, I can't believe I'm doing this with my
big brother, it's so wrong yet it's perfect, fill me
PLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSSEEEEE!!!!" The walls of her pussy went into spasms on my
cock and I unleashed myself, "Oh Michelle, my sweet little sister, I'm
yours, feel me cumming in you, it's all for you, make our baby inside you,
take my seed and know it's yours UUNNNGGGGHHHHHHHH!" I exploded cum into my
little sister like I never knew I was capable, certainly none of my exes
had produced such a reaction or urge to reproduce.

   As we came down from our orgasmic highs I rolled onto my back pulling
Michelle with me so she was on top of me.  I gently stroked her back,
eliciting a content purring sound from Michelle.  I kissed my sister, my
lover, on her crown.  "I love you Michelle.  I'm not sure how we can
persuade your mum to let you move here, because I can't stand the thought
of loosing you." Michelle looked up at me, blissful contentment all over
her face.  She leant up and kissed me on the lips.  "You're so sweet but
let me worry about mum.  Maybe I can work an `it'll be a good experience to
live in a new country protected by my new big brother' angle.  She'll never
expect us to be lovers in her wildest dreams, trust me on that" she
giggled. She repositioned her head on my chest.  "You have a strong heart."
She sighed.  "I wonder if incest is genetic, if that's the case, lord knows
what'll happen with our kids." "I dread to think but I'm sure it'll be fun
getting there to find out.  I love you Michelle." "I love you too Dan."
Michelle replied.

   I stroked Michelle's hair while she rested her head on my chest.  We
were still joined at the groin, but this wasn't sexual now, this was about
us being as physically close to each other as we could be.  "I never want
this to end Shell, us I mean." Michelle looked up at me a dreamy look in
her eyes but a beaming smile on her face.  "So, no regrets about your lover
being both underage and related?" "No regrets Michelle except that you may
have to go back home at some point." She kissed me again, "We'll cross that
bridge if it comes, remember, let me worry about my mum, BUT, even if I do
have to go back for a little while, you'll always be my brother now, AND my
lover, because I love you."

   It didn't take long for us to fall asleep in each others arms.  For the
first time in a long time, I felt I truly had a future to look forward to,
screw the world and its moral expectations, all that mattered from then on
was the woman I loved, my little sister.