Author: Siscentis
Title: Christmas Wish for Sister
Summary: A typically indifferent brother discovers that a little
sympathy can go a long way.
Keywords: inc, mf, cons, rom


Copyright © by the Author, 2014

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Kyle knew what his Christmas wish was.

His family had a tradition. Every year on Christmas Eve, they'd
each write a secret wish on a small piece of paper and throw it
into the fire place. If they were lucky, the wish might even come
true.

In past years, Kyle had often had trouble deciding, and would be
almost as slow throwing something in as his sister, Millie. But
this year, he knew exactly what he would wish for.

He wanted tits. A curvy body, a round ass, big bouncy tits, a
cute smile, and a tight, wet, willing pussy.

And he wanted it bad.

He wanted it so bad that the wish itself almost seemed unfair,
taunting, focusing his intense desire but not actually helping
get him there. All wishing could do was remind him of what he
already knew, but not get him any closer to getting a girl.

His erection was uncomfortable, borderline painful in his jeans.
He'd already jerked off twice that day, and it wasn't even dinner
time. It wasn't relieving him, only making him sore. He waited a
few minutes, letting it weaken until it at least wasn't so
obvious, before going in search of distraction.

His sister's door was open, and he stopped. Millie's constant
mopiness was a perfect distraction. Sometimes he thought she
could bring anybody down. He never understood it. She was pretty,
smart, never had trouble getting dates, but also seemed to lack
interest in anyone past one or two outings, and just dragged
herself around constantly, as if expecting someone to jump out
and kick her in the shin if she ever cracked a smile.

"So, what are you going to wish for this year?" Kyle asked at the
door.

She was holding a book in her hands, open to the middle, but
staring off into space. Kyle tried to follow her eyes to see what
she might be looking at, but they appeared locked on a bare patch
of wall. He looked at her again and sighed.

Looking down at the book, she flipped the pages idly, then closed
in and set it down, leaning forward in her chair. "I don't know.
I don't think I'll do anything this year."

"Oh, you have to put something in."

"I know. I'll probably just leave it blank."

"Eh, just wish for a million dollars. It can't hurt, right?"

"I'll...do something." She turned around to him and gave him a
small smile. Instead of being annoyed, it seemed to say, "Thanks
for trying to cheer me up, even though it's a lost cause." She
sank back into her chair, grabbing her book and staring off into
space again.

Kyle waited a moment, and then left her. Though he was well used
to this behavior, and had paid it as little attention as anything
else about his sister, something about that sad smile affected
him strangely. He'd spent months rolling his eyes at her
melodrama and angst, but for some reason today it seemed to
strike him differently.

Their dad called them into the den, a little early since he was
taking their mother out to dinner. He joyously handed out the
slips of paper. Holding his paper, Kyle looked again at his
sister, watching her clearly fake writing anything on hers before
folding it over. For the first time he could remember, he could
actually feel some of her pain and loneliness with unusual
immediacy. The strange wave of sympathy washing over him and he
put his pencil to paper. His own wish somehow seemed petty and
childish now. Instead, he wrote a different message, folded it
over, and tossed it in. He watched it burn to make sure it
wouldn't open enough that someone could read what it said.

"I wish I could give my sister whatever it is that she really
wants."


****


Their parents gone, Millie sulked back into her room. She didn't
bother closing the door. Let Kyle know she's sad. What did he
care? It's not like he ever said or did anything to try to make
her feel better. He'd just walk by and ignore her, as always.

She knew she wasn't being entirely fair. He at least seemed like
he was making something of an effort before. It wasn't his fault
she was disappointed in her life. Not his fault she felt empty,
without a future, and unable to make meaningful connections with
other people. Not his fault every guy she dated was a bore, or a
jerk, or just a pervert.

At least the stupid wish thing was over. It's not like it meant
anything, just wistfulness in a cruel world that didn't care.
She'd almost written something this time, but only got as far as
the first mark before she saw the others watching her. Kicking
herself for a moment of useless irrationality, she'd folded it
over and tossed it. Now, with her parents gone and her brother
uninterested, at least she'd be alone. She closed her eyes and
laid her head back.

"Are you doing anything tonight?" Kyle asked. It had almost
startled her; she hadn't heard him at the door.

"No."

"Why don't you go out? What about the guy you saw last week? He
seemed interested in you."

Millie sighed. "Greg? He was... I don't know." She didn't feel
like explaining his stupid little dirty jokes and horribly
awkward lack of charm to her brother, who was probably not that
different on a date.

"Is there anyone else-"

"No."

"Do you not like dating?"

Millie started to feel a puff of annoyance, thinking he was
implying something. "I like men just fine. I'm not a lesbian,"
she sneered.

"Oh. Sorry. I wasn't trying to say you were."

She could see that he hadn't, and felt bad for snapping. "I'm
just tired of pushy guys, that's all."

"Well, then, come on, I'll take you out."

"A pity date from my brother? Yeash."

"You need to get out. We'll eat and see if there's a movie you
want to see. We don't have to call it a date. Now come on."


****


"Can I tell you something? I hate Twilight. I really do. Everyone
thinks that because I color my hair dark and don't act like some
cheerleader that I must be all goth and love that book, but I
really don't. I read the first one, and just hated it. I cannot
stand the girl, she's so stupid. And of course she picked the
lame vampire over the werewolf, because she's an idiot."

They sat across the table from each other, plates long since
emptied and cleared. The little black tray from the waiter was
still sitting near the edge, topped with the bills and coins he'd
brought back in change. Kyle couldn't help but laugh at his
sister's enthusiastic dislike for a bad movie and book.

"When the last one came out, Steve actually took me to it. You
remember Steve?"

Kyle laughed harder. "Yeah, I remember."

"It was our third and final date. He thought I'd just love it.
Dumbass. Actually, he wasn't that bad, just clueless. By the
third date he'd used up everything he knew to talk about, I
think, and was counting on the movie to send me over the moon.
Poor thing, I kind of felt sorry for him, he was so lost for
words most of the time."

"Yeah, I've had a few like that myself."

"I bet you have," Millie said with a smirk. "Well, if he'd been a
little bit cooler, I might have given him another chance. But I
got the definite impression he was hoping for something a little
more that night. Now I have no problem with sex, hell, I'm as
horny as the next girl, but it's not a reward for good behavior
or a thank you for buying me dinner. God forbid a teenage boy
take the time to actually wait until it's meaningful. Maybe if
one of these boys had some patience and charm, they'd actually
get somewhere, and not just two dates, and I wouldn't always be
left to take care of myself. I can't wait to be out of high
school.

"God, I'm talking a lot." Millie started looking around. "Crap,
what time is it?"

Kyle glanced at his phone. "8:15."

"The movie started twenty minutes ago. Can we still make it?"

"It'll take us another twenty to get there, another ten to get
our tickets. I mean, so far it's probably just been commercials,
so we'd only miss-"

"Eh, forget it."

Kyle fiddled on his phone. "There's another showing at 9:45..."

"I don't really want to stay out that late. Let's go home. We can
watch a movie there."

"Alright." Kyle put the change and his phone away, leaving a good
tip, and got up.

"Sorry, I've been talking you're ear off."

"No, it's good. We haven't talked like that in a long time."

Millie stood, putting her coat on, but got it twisted. Kyle came
behind her and straightened it out, holding it up for her to put
her arms in. "Yeah, it's been nice," Millie said.


****


"Well, congratulations, Kyle, that was officially the best date
I've ever been on." Millie hung her coat in the closet by their
front door, leaving it open for Kyle.  “You were both engaging
and gentlemanly.”

"And we missed the movie."

"And we missed the movie," Millie echoed.

"Well, I am both honored, and very sad for you."

Millie chuckled. "Being a boy, I suppose you're expecting
something now."

Millie wandered a few feet into the living room, with Kyle
following as far as the arch doorway from the entry hall. "Yes. I
expect you to sulk in your room and not talk to me again for a
week."

"Is that all? Ooo, Kyle, you're not like the other boys," she
teased, stepping closer to touch his arm.

"One of the benefits of going out with your brother, I suppose."

"Well, if that's the case, then perhaps you shouldn't have stood
under the mistletoe." Suddenly she stretched her face to his a
planted a big kiss on his lips.

She pulled back from him, then smiled and laughed. "You should
see the look on your face. It's like this." She opened her eyes
and mouth wide. She laughed again. "Come on, let's watch a
movie."

They moved into the living room, Millie getting the remote to
find something to watch. Going to the fireplace, she found it
still smoldering, and added some wood. "See, most guys I've dated
don't even get to the first kiss. Very disappointing."

Kyle sat down on the couch. Seeing him there, Millie got a
running start and jumped on him, landing squarely in his gut.

"Oof. You know, that wasn't much fun years ago when we were
smaller, let alone now."

"Please, you wuss." She slid to his side, still partly sitting on
him as she channel surfed.

"What are you going to watch?"

"Don't know yet."

"No period drama, please," Kyle said.

"Kyle! On a date, you let the woman choose. Don't you know
anything?"

"We're still on a date?"

"Since it means I get to watch what I want, yes."

"Then what should I be doing?"

"If it's like most dates I've had, trying to get fresh."

"Hmm Hmm Hmm," Kyle grunt laughed, running his hands up and down
Millie's arms.

"Sadly, that's still smoother than some guys. But seriously,
Kyle, you'll be much happier long term if you learn how to handle
a woman."

Kyle shrugged, relaxing back into the couch and pulling his arm
up, unsuccessfully pushing his sister off but managing to get his
arm to the top of the couch. The TV kept flipping, pausing for a
painfully long time on each channel as Millie seemed to consider
every piece of junk before moving on. "So, with your perfect
date, how would they go about 'getting fresh'?"

"Casual contact is the way to start. Just simple touching in
non-threatening areas."

Kyle put his hand back low and to the right, poking with two
fingers. Millie squirmed.

"No, more up here, like on the shoulder." Kyle moved his hand to
her shoulder, gripping it tightly a bit. She didn't squirm as
much that time and he just relaxed and left it there. "Then you,
like, touch my neck."

Kyle poked her neck half-heartedly a few times. "No, like softer
and gentler with the back of your finger." Absently, he did so,
running his finger along the side of her neck. She said nothing,
clicking the channel again, and he continued, moving his finger
up and down from her shoulder to just below her ear. After a few
times, her head slowly tilted away, stretching her skin where he
touched it.

"So at what point do you get to start honking the boobs?" He
asked.

She snorted a laugh. "I recommend you hold off on 'honking'
indefinitely. The breasts are kind of the first point of no
return; letting a guy touch those means the relationship is
something different. You have to approach those more carefully."

"Really? Seems to me like you should just jump right out and grab
‘em." Kyle did exactly that, bringing one arm over her shoulder
and down the front and the other under her near arm, palming both
of his sister's breasts and squeezing just enough to make it
clear. Head still tilted, she snorted and rolled her eyes at his
joke.

When Millie had kissed her brother under the mistletoe, she'd
expected him to jump away in alarm. Instead, he'd simply stayed
where he was and let her do, and, thrown off, she'd actually held
the kiss. Even with the unexpected development, she'd found that
it somehow didn't seem wrong.

Kyle expected a similar reaction from her when he grabbed her
boobs, but she likewise simply stayed still, and his hands
lingered, not letting go immediately, as if suddenly unsure what
to do with them.

"I suppose it's not without its charm. But she'd have to already
really like you," Millie said. "But you can't just 'honk' them,
you at least have to move your hands around."

"Ah," Kyle said, and he ran his fingers in a rapid tickle motion
across the front of both.

Millie again didn't react, changing the channel two more times.
His tickling pace slowed gradually, until he was in fact running
his fingers in secession along the bottom of each breast.

The feel of the room seemed to change. It got quieter, the
ticking clock on the wall and low chatter of the television
became more acute, the whole room seeming somehow darker and
smaller than before.

His touch became delicate and slow, barely caressing around the
curve of her breasts, pressure just noticeable through her bra.
He'd trace from inside to the out, fingers coming gingerly off
the contact on the outside, followed by a pause before she'd feel
them again on the inside. Each time she waited, almost sure they
wouldn't touch again, not quite sure that they had until they'd
started to move.

They both stared blankly at the television, though neither could
have said what was on.

Millie put her hand on Kyle's thigh and pushed off, slowly
standing. She synchronized her rise with the stroke of his hands,
so that they simply slid off her sides as she moved from him.
Without looking back, she said, "I'll be back in a minute."

She did return a little over a minute later in her pajamas, long
flannel pants and a thing cotton shirt, clearly with no bra. She
found that he hadn't moved an inch, or even touched the remote,
and she carefully returned to the exact place she'd been, sitting
to his side and half on his lap, with his arm falling gently to
her shoulder as she sat down and picked up the remote.

Unable to even think of something to say in justification, he
slowly let his hands move back where they'd been before,
contacting the underside of her now thinly veiled breasts. As he
made contact, he felt her take a slow breath, and noticed her
head again tilting away from him slightly.

Her shirt was much softer on his fingers and arms, the skin
underneath adding to the softness. He moved his hands even more
cautiously, savoring the difference between the thick bra and the
almost direct contact. Previously invisible, her nipples now
stuck out from underneath her shirt, large and impressive.
Feeling emboldened after several slow passes, he left his
forefinger drift north, adding his thumb to the contact on top
and moving them together until they were just barely touching the
sides of her little bumps.

He continued trying to come up with something witty to say,
something to imply this was all still just a joke, but everything
seemed half-baked. He pointed out to himself that he wasn’t
completely enthralled. This was his sister after all. But she
seemed to like it, and it was pretty funny. And even if she would
never be attractive to him, no matter how pretty she might be,
there was still some pleasure to be found in touching her
breasts.

Seeing her neck stretched just so, he knew what she'd like next,
and lowered his head to it. Finding her hair obstructive, he took
his hand from her breast and brushed it aside, tucking it behind
her ear. She took a deep breath again, tilting her head more. He
kissed her gently, placing one after another in a line going up
her neck.

She felt the moistness of his breath and the warmth of his lips
on her, and felt no qualm when he returned to her chest, both
hands holding and tugging lightly instead of just petting. When
the finger and thumb of one hand barely bookended and then
squeezed her nipple, she was more than ready for it.

He felt his hips shift beneath her, and she could tell he was
trying to reposition without being obvious or disturbing her. She
realized she could feel a bulge pressing against the outside of
her thigh. Starting to feel a bit unconsciously agitated at just
sitting while things happened, she decided to help out and tried
to shift more to the side. However, his bulge seemed somewhat
caught under her and moved with her, causing him to squirm just a
bit. Knowing he wouldn't move his hands to address the problem,
she moved her own hand down, wedging it between her rear and him
and push against him to slide over just enough.

It was only after she moved that it occurred to her that her hand
was squarely on her brother's cock. She could feel it twitch at
her contact, and feel his subtle and hopeful gasp.  Knowing he
couldn't see her face, she smiled to herself and she left her
hand there, resting it gently with only a little extra pressure,
as if she wasn't thinking about what she was touching.

His motion on her breasts and his kisses slowed, though the
pressure did not, and she knew he was fully distracted by the
feel of her hand on him. His breathing changed, as did the feel
of his bulge as it began pressing more against her hand on its
own. As it pressed more, and she felt its hardness, she got a
better sense for its orientation, and realized it was bent
somewhat awkwardly in his pants. She let her own touch stiffen,
petting it upward in an attempt to let it uncrook.

It staunchly refused to move. She could feel the discomfort grow
in him, but he himself refused to act, obviously afraid of
risking taking a hand off her breast and frightening her away
from what it was on. Smirking again at his vain attempt to stay
cool, she pushed more, trying to resolve the problem without
being too disruptive.

Finally he could bear it no more and released her breast,
bringing his hand down as he squirmed more but pausing at
Millie's hand, trying to figure a way to do it while encouraging
her hand to stay where it was. Hooking his thumb under the
waistband to the side of her hand, he tugged ineffectively.

Millie hooked her own thumb in next to her brother's, helping
tent it up at the zipper. Surprised at the help but still having
trouble, Kyle finally just stuck his hand in and straightened it
out by directly.

With his hand out of the way, Millie let the waistband back down,
but not pulling it upward, so that the end of his dick stuck out.
She left her fingers setting across his zipper, while her thumb
tip just pressed against the side of his shaft. She felt him
inhale at the first contact, and smiling to herself, pushed her
thumb along the side of his dick, her fingers wrapping more
around him through his pants.

Kyle grabbed her breasts again, full hands. Her boobs had, in a
way, always annoyed him. He remembered watching them grow as his
own interest in such things had been growing, and it had always
seemed something of a cosmic joke that of all the breasts he'd
seen, probably the best were on his sister. It had filled him
with a sense of protectiveness about the guys who showed interest
in her and, if he admitted it, a bit of jealousy.

Now that he was actually touching them, he realized just what
he'd been missing. They were hefty in his hands, definite weight
to each as he lifted them from her chest, not able to wrap around
them entirely. While they'd never been huge, they were hardly
modest. They were well-proportioned and shaped for frame, with
perfect plump nipples, the skin through her thin shirt as soft
and supple as could be. He squeezed, pulling and hugging her
body, feeling her back on his chest, her butt on his hip, her
hand just touching his cock.

Her thumb pushed under it, hooking the other side, and with thumb
and fingers, she rubbed. Giving up the grip, she pushed her elbow
up his chest, moving her hand to his stomach, and then squeezed
it into his jeans, wrapping it around him in a full grip. She
started stroking, moving the whole front of his pants with her
hand as she did.

Satisfied that this wasn't just a passing joke anymore, Kyle ran
his fingers across her nipples. One hand still over her shoulder,
he pulled and bunched up her shirt at her collarbone until her
breasts came free. Placing his hands on her now bare skin, he ran
his fingers from the inside of each breast until he was cupping
them both firmly. He dove onto her neck again, kissing and
licking, down to her shoulder, as close to her breast as their
position allowed.

Pulling her hand out, Millie tugged at the button of his pants,
and getting it open, moved to the zipper, fumbling its angle and
so having trouble. After a few useless tugs, she got the little
handle upright and, finding the zipper finally pliant, yanked it
down sharply. His jean flaps open, she grabbed him again through
his underwear, then stuck her hand under it, trying to push it
down in the front past his dick. Finding it sliding back up, she
gave up the tactic and simply started trying to tug everything
down at the side with sharp jerks.

He moved his hand to help and she lifted her butt off him, and
together they got his pants down to his thighs. Kyle returned his
hand to her breast, but not satisfied, Millie kept pushing the
pants down with her hand and then foot until she'd stomped them
down to his ankles.

She grabbed his cock, holding it firmly, and sat back down on his
hip. Spreading her legs, she pressed her back into him and threw
her thigh across his, so the outside of her leg pressed against
the base of his shaft and on the top of his balls. She stroked
and rubbed him, the head of his dick rubbing a little abrasively
against the fabric of her pajama bottoms at her hip.

He relaxed into the couch cushions, feeling his sister stroke his
cock, her body pressing into him. He realized that she was slowly
gyrating her hips with her legs open, her butt pressing into his
own lap. Abandoning one of her breasts, he gripped her knee,
pulling it gently and increasing its pressure on his dick. He
jumped up to her inner thigh, crossing his arm over hers, careful
not to obstruct her movement. Her thigh was almost as soft as her
breast, and he could feel it wiggling as she stroked him against
it.

Kissing her shoulder at the neckline, he moved his hand up until
it was on her vulva. It was her turn to breathe, pushing into his
fingers. He rubbed up and down her, and she twisted her hips to
press back and forth against him in both directions. She slowed
on his dick, though not loosening her grip.

He slipped his hand down into her pajamas, pushing down to touch
her pussy again. On the back of his fingers her panties had a
silky texture, on the front, the mild coarseness of short pubic
hair.

A thought struck him like a slap in the face. Millie’s pubic
hair. He wasn't sure he'd given his sister’s pubes any thought
before, certainly never even wondering how she might groom them.
And he knew what panties she was wearing, he'd seen them before.
They were a light blue, thin, enough to cover the butt and pussy
but with only a band on the sides. Millie could be bad about her
laundry, and he'd seen them in her room before, as well as once
when she'd left them sitting on the bathroom counter after a
shower. He'd shown the appropriate level of disgust for when a
brother finds his sister's panties somewhere they shouldn't be,
and demanded she immediately get them.

This was Millie, his sister, not some girlfriend. He had
definitely gotten carried away. He didn't find her attractive,
and never had. How could he? She was his sister. What was going
on?

Millie felt him hesitate and even tense, immediately guessing
why. Of course he was apprehensive. This was Kyle, and she was
his sister. And he was her brother, whom she'd teased, and
kissed, and stripped the pants from. She'd gotten lost in a
moment, swept up in a feeling of romance, the connection she’d
suddenly found, the sparking glow of the fireplace. But it should
stop. She could just let go of him, make a joke, and act like it
was nothing.

But for some reason she couldn't identify, she didn't want to.
His dick felt good in her hand, thick and meaty, the way he
breathed and moved as she touched it. And he was so close to
touching her, and she'd wanted to be touched there so badly. It’s
not like she was forcing him; he could stop if he wished. She
could just let him make up his own mind what to do. And she could
make up hers. She began stroking him again.

It felt good, he couldn't deny it. Sister or no, it was nice. He
had to make up his mind, he knew, and soon. How to weigh
something like this? His feelings were all over the place.

Where his fingers were was warm and inviting. His hand seemed to
decide for him, as it continued sliding down. The skin under the
fuzz grew softer as the angle fell. Lower still she opened up,
smooth and wide and wet, so wet.

She was ready to feel his finger inside her, frustrated by his
slowness and lack of confidence. The poor boy was just unsure
despite his age, she reminded herself, but at least he was still
keeping the energy up, as his fingers explored around the
outside, even sometimes flitting unknowingly across her clit. She
squeezed his cock, loving its thickness, imagining what it would
feel like pushing inside of her. She opened her hips wider and
rose against his hand. Finally getting the idea, she felt him at
her entrance and then slowly sliding one finger in.

Millie thought about moaning, just enough to let him know she
wanted it, but couldn't quite bring herself to do that in front
of her brother. His finger delved in deeper, feeling around all
sides in little circles. Constricted by the angle and her
pajamas, he stretched his arm across her as best he could, still
unable to get much past the second knuckle into her. He moved his
finger in and out, pressing the rest of his hand against her, his
palm pushing against her pubic bone with greater effect than he
realized. Gripping his dick tight, she slow-stroked it from high
on the tip to a hard press against the base.

Suddenly she brought her legs together, Kyle's hand pulling back
in surprise, his dick falling to his stomach. She jerked down her
pajamas as forcibly as she had her brother's, kicking them away,
and fell back on Kyle's hip, skin against skin. She grabbed his
hand and put it back on her pussy, then put her own grip back on
his cock.

He immediately slid his finger back in. Her exposed legs and
thighs felt cool in the air, but his hand and touch was so warm
inside her. Free to pick his angle, Kyle was able to go in
deeper, losing his whole finger inside her. She pressed his dick
against her thigh, rubbing the slick head across her skin.

His other arm was now behind her back instead of over her
shoulder, and he grabbed her breast again from under her arm.
Holding her tightly against him, he slid in and out, doing his
best to finger-fuck her.

His technique wasn't perfect, but still quite serviceable, and
Millie let herself get lost in the feeling. The angle was hard,
and his stamina soon started to waver, loosing strength.

Millie wanted more; it was as simple as that. Letting go of him,
she slid off to his side and turned, laying and pushing back
until her upper back was setting on the arm rest. She spread her
legs, hanging one in the air with nowhere off the couch to set it
and the other into the back of the couch, pushing her toes under
her brother's butt.

He looked down at her, with so much bare skin. Her thighs and
legs, her stomach. He stared at her pussy, finally getting a good
view of what he'd been touching, pink, wet, and wide. Her tits
rested softly on her body, the shirt having pushed half way down
them, but not getting past the nipples.

Not letting himself think, he turned to her, yanking off his own
shirt and kicking free his feet from his jeans, and  crawled
until he was positioned over her, arms at her side. He lowered
his face to her chest, kissing and licking, pulling her shirt
back up off them with one hand.

Millie peeled her shirt off, leaving her hands reaching off the
side of the couch over her head as her brother's mouth ran across
her breasts, sucking on one nipple and then the other. It felt
good, but she wanted to feel good somewhere else, too. She could
see his dick and balls dangling beneath him, pointing at her. She
reached and took it, now feeling so familiar in her hand, running
her fingers on his balls and giving it a few cursory strokes.
Then, using it to pull him to her, she guided it to her pussy.

Raising his head from her tits, he looked back, and they both
watched as she rubbed his glans against her, finding the spot
where the resistance stopped and he popped into place. With her
gently tugging and him gently pushing, he slowly entered her
vagina.

After about two inches, she let go, and he kept pushing on his
own, going just a little faster until he was completely in, their
pubes pressing together. Millie gasped a bit, breathing out a
slow but stuttered breath, while Kyle held his breath, almost
overwhelmed by the feel of having every bit of his cock cradled
and squeezed in warmth.

Millie started moving, rubbing herself against him and feel his
cock slide inside her. She grabbed his arms, which still
supported his upper body over her. Kyle began moving with her,
surprised by just how strong all the sensations were.

Millie was soon increasing her force, moving her hands to his
sides and pulling as she rubbed. She moaned, light and breathy
but audibly, in a clear voice. Kyle's eyes shot open. The sound
reminded him of one his sister made when annoyed, when she'd
shake her head about something and sigh. Another wave a memories
came to him, of times his sister was being grumpy, or petty, and
condescending. It was a noise that generally irritated him.

His eyes opened, half-expecting to see her elsewhere in the room,
having caught him with this strange girl. But she hadn't just
walked in. She was underneath him.

He looked down, suddenly seeing Millie, and not just a naked body
anymore. He knew her face and shape so well, but now it was so
strange. This may not be the scowling sister he knew and had been
expecting, but it was still clearly Millie. Her eyes were closed,
mouth slightly open, with the hint of a smile. Her body was
completely bare, unlike he'd ever seen it, her breasts sliding up
and down as she rocked. She was beautiful and womanly.

He was fucking his sister.

He kept up his own movement, even as he thought, and he knew he
couldn't stop. She was fucking him, too, and he wasn't going to
stop her, even if he wanted to. He would go along with her.

Except, it couldn’t just be simple compliance, there was
something else. The action felt so strongly to him. And the
sensations were doing to him what they were physiologically
supposed to, he could feel it already. Whether he wanted it or
not, it was happening. He realized, in a flash, that he couldn't
let it.

He froze, and started pulling back, his dick sliding free. Millie
pushed once into the air, coming up empty, and her eyes shot open
in surprise.

"I'm sorry, if I do any more, I'll..."

Kyle. She could see her brother's fear in his eyes, his worry.
Her brother had been so different tonight, had that come to an
end? Was he pulling away again? The shock had almost brought her
back to a normal mindset. Flashes of compassion aside, Kyle was
still just a selfish brother, a selfish person in a world full of
them. In a moment, her anger and loneliness tried to bubble back.

But there were his eyes. Something was different about them as he
spoke. He was actively looking at her, not just looking away. He
was worried about how she felt, not just himself.

The moments of shock, fear, and self-pity washed past in a flood
and were gone. Things could be different; this was a new man
before her. He'd been kind and thoughtful, considerate and
caring. He hadn't coerced or pushed her into this, it had
happened organically because they both wanted it. Even at the
critical moment, he was thinking of her instead of what felt good
for him.

She loved him, and she wanted him more. Not just because she was
horny. She wanted him to feel the way he'd made her feel.

He hovered over her, not ready to pull away for fear of offending
her, even after he'd decided to stop. She grabbed him by the
hips.

"Don't stop," she said, looking into his eyes. "It's okay, I'm on
the pill. It's okay if you cum. Just don't stop."

He looked into her pleading eyes and his resistance melted. He
let her pull him back down. She guided his dick back to her hole.

Pausing only a moment at her entrance, he plowed into her,
catching her a bit by surprise with a gasp. Then they were at it
again, harder than ever.

She grabbed his butt with both hands, grinding against his
thrusts. Trying to get better leverage, he lowered onto her
chest, feeling her breasts against him, and wrapping his arms
under her, pulling her shoulders and pounding with all his
energy.

The brief pause had at least succeeding in buying him time, but
he knew he wouldn't last. He tried to distract himself, reminding
himself again that this was Millie. He opened his eyes and looked
at her profile next to him, the strangeness of his sister in the
throes of passion, his own dick inside her. The thought didn't
have the effect he had been going for, but found he couldn't let
the images go.

She was lost in the moment. His grasp was so sure, his arms
strong, their bodies meshing together as they were designed to.
He was going cum soon, she was sure of it, and he'd love it, and
love her, and never forget. His weight felt so good pressing down
on her, his cock felt so right inside her.

She came, sucking in air unevenly, trying to stretch her face
past his and her hair for breath, Kyle thrusting into her. Her
body tensed and she held it taut, somewhat fighting against the
jerks, the sensation of him on and in her pussy almost too much,
and she waited, expecting and demanding at any moment what she
knew was coming.

She didn't have long to wait. Kyle felt his sister tense under
him, though it took him another half dozen thrusts to realize
why. With pride of accomplishment, he ceased holding back. After
just a few more thrusts, he went.

She felt his pace change and then, she could just feel it inside
her, moving. Instinctively, he pushed deep and held, pressing
into her clit just right. He kept jerking inside of her, and it
delighted her that they were cumming together. She pressed back,
pushing hard.

After a moment, he made an attempt to thrust again, seeming to
think that's what she wanted. She squeezed his ass and held him
tight. "Just hold it," she said in his ear. Thinking of him, she
opened her eyes and turned her head, wanting to see his face. His
mouth was open, face scrunched in shutting his eyes. She could
see his focus on the feeling, and felt the small movements in his
torso.

Both finished, their bodies relaxed, lying together. Kyle shifted
slowly, and Millie, seeing his thinking, moved her hands around
his back, hugging him close so he couldn't get up, not concerned
about his weight on her. That suited him. He might have already
cum, but he found he still liked the feel of her vagina enclosing
his cock. They lay together, even after he had receded to normal
size, only staying in by the pressure of their pubic bones
together.

It was Millie who finally broke the stillness. "Crap. What time
is it?"

Kyle's head stuck up, looking around, realizing he'd have to get
up to check the time. Reluctantly, he rose up from his sister,
dick falling out easily. He stood up, looking around into the
next room at the clock.

"A little after 9:30. Their movie didn't start until 8:00, so we
have at least another hour." He looked at his clothes on the
floor, knowing it would be appropriate to put them on, but
decided he didn't have to, and sat back on the couch. Millie
stretched her legs out over his, and he rested a hand on her
knee.

The TV was still on, blaring softly on a channel neither of them
could have identified without checking. The fire had grown bright
and popping, its warmth noticeable from where they were. Millie
turned its head and watched it crackle, enjoying its glow on
their naked bodies.

"You know, I didn't write anything, but I did have a wish in mind
earlier."

"Oh?" Both their voices were utterly calm and relaxed.

"Yeah. I figured I was just being stupid, but I thought about how
much I wanted to find a great guy who would sweep me off my feet,
who was actually charming enough that I could get lost for a
while.” She smirked at him, strands of hair across her face. “I
guess you have to be real careful what you wish for."

Kyle looked down on her, again surveying her body, her legs, her
skin, her pussy and breasts, which floated so softly on her
chest. Spent as it was, he noticed is cock start to stir again.
He thought back to his own wishes. "I guess so."