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 Title: Discovering My Sister


Summary: he realizes he's attracted to his sister, and she wants him.


Keywords: inc,fic



   It was one of those days, you know, where my lust had just been out of
control.  You know, the days where you're just desperately horny.  I had
woken up horny (not that I don't always), feeling desperately in need of a
fuck, and despite giving my hardon some repeated attention, my desires
refused to subside.

   And it only got worse.  Perhaps it was my desires skewing my vision, but
the universe seemed to be playing a cruel joke as I began my day.  The
ratio of stunning women I encountered was unreal.  Seemingly everyone I met
or walked past on the street was absolutely beautiful.  Slim brunettes with
perfect asses on every corner, constantly reminding me how desperate I was.

   I had been single for a while, and was doing fine most of the time, but
days like these were a bit much.  What could I do?  I suffered through it,
drooling over every ass, every perky pair of breasts, every curve, and
every red-lipped grin I saw.  I tried to keep my mind on more pure
subjects, to distract myself from the misery, but the universe wasn't
having it.

   I needed to get home for a release, or even just an escape from all the
fantasy inducing people.  Until I could, I would give into it.  So I
admired wherever I went, taking in all the sexual beauty, realizing that
we're all sexual creatures, and underneath all the clothes, everyone has
genitals, and goddamn I wanted all of them.  Of course this didn't help and
when I finally got home, I was throbbing before I had even walked through
the door.

   To my dismay, everyone was home.  The house was abuzz with activity as
my mom, dad, and sister went about their business.  I forgot it was Friday;
everybody gets home early on Friday.  As they greeted me one by one, I
zoned out, trying to find a way to get some alone time, but it wasn't going
to happen, not right away anyways.

   I settled for the TV, hoping that a show could distract me for a while.
I plopped on the couch and surfed for something interesting and
distracting. After ten minutes, it actually kind of worked.  My desires
hadn't vanished, but my need to release the tension was at least pushed to
the back of my head.  I started to relax.

   Then my sister came in.

   She was eighteen, only a year younger than me, but I had always been the
older brother, or at least that's how I thought of her.  She seemed young
to me, my kid sister, and we had always been close friends, sharing this
dynamic.

   I had not once thought of her in a sexual manner.  Sure, I realized when
she began to develop, and I saw her body change from a girl's into that of
a young woman, and I knew that she was beautiful, even sexy, objectively,
but those feelings were for someone else.

   But again, my desires were intent on skewing my perceptions, and as she
walked across the room to join me on the couch I saw her curves in a whole
new light.  She really was beautiful, and like everyone else on this
planet, she was a sexual being.

   Her hair was long, silky and dark brown, framing her face perfectly as
she smiled.  And her eyes glistened above reddened lips.  Had she dressed
up today?  Her skin was tanned, and was accentuated by a blue button up
shirt she wore.  It was loose fitting, but shaped right, and I could make
out the subtle shapes of her breasts beneath it.

   And her bottoms were anything but loose.  They were leggings in fact. 
The matte black fabric hugged the slender forms of her legs.  They were
toned, but soft, and led to her shapely ass.  And she really has a perfect
ass.  The tight spandex of her leggings curved up subtley between the two
rounded teardrops of her butt.  There was no impression indicating her
underwear...she must have been wearing a thong.

   That's where things shifted, or became more acute.  She must have been
wearing a thong.  Something switched,a dn I was imagining my sister's
panties, hugging her most private part, her most sexual part.  Kelly was a
sexual being, like everybody else on the planet..

   Suddenly, my desires were back, and they were focused.

   I felt uncomfortable as Kelly sat next to me.  Our usual dynamic felt
gone, and for a moment I felt guilty.  But as I lapsed in my attempts to
avoid my gaze, the shape of her legs crossed and coalescing at the
confluence of her pelvis eclipsed anything else in my mind.

   She tried to talk to me, but I couldn't remain coherent.  My responses
were terse and cordial, not our usual honest discourse.  After a moment,
she seemed to realize I wasn't in the mood for talking, and settled in to
watch the show.  Again I felt bad.

   But I continued to glance over.  She was driving me crazy.  The way she
crossed her arms, or the softness of her hands, even just the slight shape
of her bra showing through her shirt added to my desires.

   I had forgotten about the show, and was enthralled in my sister.  My
attempts to shift my mind became weaker and weaker, and my fantasies hotter
and more explicit.

   I was no longer just undressing her in my mind.  I was teasing her, and
feeling her breasts, kissing her hard, and grabbing her ass.  I was between
her legs, licking her and tasting her cunt, and I was fucking her.

   I had a strange sense of guilt through the whole thing, but it was too
pleasurable to stop.  When Kelly got up to grab a drink from the kitchen,
the proximity of her perfect ass to my face pushed me over the edge.  I
bolted upstairs to the bathroom.

   Again, my cock was a rock before I had even made it all the way up the
stairs.  I found myself undoing my pants frantically as I walked down the
hall, and I was stroking away by the time I sat down in my sanctuary.

   Furiously I pumped at my aching hardon, trying to keep the image of
Kelly's spandex clad ass burned into my mind, and then it hit me.  Kelly's
hamper was right in front of me.  My heart skipped a beat, and then made up
for it by beating twice as fast.

   I began to shake, still trying to convince myself that I had a choice of
whether or not I was going to do it, but even as the thought crossed my
mind my hand was on the lid and I was going for it.

   I knew I was safe in the bathroom, everybody else was downstairs and had
probably forgotten I even came up here, but I was still silent, moving
things slowly and secretly, trying not to be detected.

   Luckily, I didn't have to look hard.  It was right on top, pink and
soft, with a lace waistband.  Kelly's thong was there, and my cock was
harder than ever.

   I grabbed them, just to look at them, to see what she wore under those
leggings, but they were so hot, wrinkled slightly and stuck in the shape
that her body made.

   I turned them around and opened them, so that the soft crotch of the
panties faced me.  It was coated with a thin translucent white crust, a
line really, that mimicked the shape of her sex.

   Kelly had worn these.  This thong had spent a day and maybe a night
nestled against her most sexual parts, held firmly against her ass and her
pussy.  I stared at this surrogate object of my desires, this evidence of
Kelly's sexuality a moment more.

   And then I don't know why I did it.  It felt like the natural thing to
do.  I had only wanted to look at them, but now with them in my hands I
knew there was more.  I brought them to my face.

   Intuitively I pressed the gusset to my nose and took a breath.  My cock
felt like it would explode as I was presented with the most delicate,
musky, sweet smell.  Kelly's scent very nearly scent me over the edge, but
I held off, wanting to savor the scent of my sister's pussy for a moment
longer.

   ...But not much longer.  After a few more deep inhales, and a few final
strokes I came with a force I did not know I had, shooting gobs of cum all
over the area around me.

   Almost immediately I felt guilty.  I threw the panties back in the
hamper and looked around sadly at the mess I had made.  I felt dirty
cleaning it up, knowing that this seed was spilt to the thought of my
sister.  I avoided looking at the hamper--the image of the panties brought
the guilt back up.

   I stayed upstairs for a while longer, not wanting to confront Kelly, but
eventually it was dinnertime and I was forced to leave my hideout.

   I trudged down the stairs holding my head down, and was greeted with a
cheerful family.  I didn't look at Kelly.

   For the first fifteen minutes or so of dinner, I didn't say much, or
anything at all really, but the food and the conversation, along with time
passing helped break me out of my funk, and by then end of the meal I was
back to my normal self.

   Even talking with Kelly felt back to normal, and better yet, I could
look at her without getting a hardon.  I guess the guilt was good for one
thing.  I felt like the desperate horniness that had plagued me all day had
gone, and I thought, despite the slight uneasiness at the back of my head
when I engaged with her, that my relationship with Kelly was unaffected.

   The panties were a one-time thing, I thought, and got cheery at the
idea. But we all know how this works.

   Whatever the reality, I felt happy, and balanced, and helped clear the
table before heading out to watch some more TV.

   My family came in and we had a normal night for the next few hours. 
Kelly sat next to me on the couch, and we joked like we normally do.  She
was still wearing the leggings, and I felt my eyes start to drift a few
times, but passed it off as residual.  Things were good.

   After a few hours, mom and dad went to bed, which left Kelly and me
alone on the couch.  I felt a little flutter as the realization hit me, but
again just passed it off as anxiety.  We were siblings after all.

   Kelly and I have a sort of routine where we watch weird documentaries
after everyone's in bed.  A lot of them are really bad
pseudo-documentaries, a lot of them are just weird, and everyone else
seemed to hate them, but not us.

   We loved them, for whatever their quirks, and it had become our thing:
when the parents go to bed, we switch to documentaries.  So we skipped
around a bit, from some show on parasites, to another on weird animals.

   We watched Ghost Hunters for a while, but even that is a bit much for
us. Channels kept on flicking past, but there didn't seem like there was
much on.  I was getting bored, and I'm sure Kelly was too.  She curled up
on the couch and rested lazily on her arm as she clicked the remote.

   My desire rose momentarily again as I glanced down at her curled form.
Her ass was protruding towards me and straining against the fabric of her
leggings.  I gave in a bit, let the feelings return, but quickly recovered
and turned my mind to other thoughts.

   I got a bit impatient for Kelly to choose a channel, and told her so. 
She told me to calm down.  I needed her to choose something though, to help
distract me from my thoughts.

   I sat anxiously, tapping my foot while she would rest on one channel for
a second, and then change it to the next thing, until finally she settled
on a show.

   "Hm.  This looks interesting," she said.

   I wish I could have breathed a sigh of relief, but the show she had
landed on was anything but helpful.  I looked at her sheepishly, half
hiding a plea on my face.

   "What?  You prude.  It looks interesting!" She laughed and settled back
into her seat.

   The show was called "Laws of Sexual Attraction" or something like that,
and it was basically a show about what turns us on.  This was not fair; the
universe is a cruel, cruel beast.  But I gave in, and settled back into my
seat.

   And for a while, things were okay.  The documentary was actually pretty
interesting, and it wasn't too sexual at first, but of course it didn't
last.

   Eventually the scientific narrations turned to descriptions of body
parts, with images to match.

   The narrator talked about breasts, and a beautiful woman was shown as an
example, many beautiful women actually.  And then they went on to walk
about asses, and again followed it with images of wonderful butts.

   Nothing was very explicit, to be honest, but it was all very suggestive,
and in my current state, I was perhaps overly sensitive.  As they showed
these scenes and talked about what turns us on, I couldn't help but look
over at Kelly.

   She was still sitting There, curled up on the couch, ass out in those
beautiful leggings.  I gave in again, and for a little longer this time.  I
locked my eyes on her ass, and imagined it nude again.  I was worried she'd
see me and glanced back up to her face, but she seemed enthralled in the
show.

   I began to wonder if she was getting turned on be it as well.

   Talking about scent, interspersed with scenes of sex...Talking about
arousal--erections and wetness...the scent...  The show went on for ages,
driving me crazy and captivating Kelly.

   And then it ended.  It was late, and I had had quite enough sexual
stimulus for the night, so I told Kelly I was heading to bed.

   She clicked the TV off, and said she'd join me.

   Kelly asked if she could sleep in my room.  I said sure, despite my
uneasiness about being alone in a bed with the new object of my desires. 
This on any other day was not an unusual occurrence.  I suppose, it was
becoming more unusual as we grew older, but was definitely not unheard of.

   Kelly and I were close, and often, whenever we stayed up late together,
we'd just end up crashing in whosever room we ended up in.  It had always
felt innocent, but now I couldn't say that.  I couldn't help but think of
Kelly's warmth, her soft ass, and perky breasts lying next to me.  Could
anything happen?

   The moment I thought this, my troubles were mitigated.  The notion was
so absurd that anything could happen that it helped me to calm down. 
Still, I lay far to one side of the bed when I got in, trying to keep my
distance.

   Kelly grabbed a shirt from my dresser, a big one that I only used for
pajamas.  "Can I wear this?" she asked.

   "Of course." (She always did)

   She slipped it on over her day clothes, and then slipped her arms
inside, using the bigger shirt as a curtain as she removed the clothes
underneath.  I couldn't stop myself from watching as she did so.  Her blue
shirt was the first to go.  It dropped to the floor from under the shirt,
as Kelly's arms wriggled underneath.

   And then there was a "click" and some more wriggling, before a pink
Victoria's Secret bra followed.  Kelly's breasts hung free under the shirt,
and I was getting hard.  She popped her arms back out of the sleeves and
reached under her "dress" for the final article.

   My heart was beating with anticipation as she hooked her hands around
the waist of her leggings and slowly brought the fabric down her torso, to
her waist, and then below it.  The fabric gathered around her hands as the
tights were lowered.  It was so slow, and almost sensual, the way the soft
skin of her legs was exposed inch by inch.

   When the leggings were on the floor, she stepped out of them and walked
to the bed.  The shirt seemed smaller on her than it had before.  It was
still enough to cover her up, but only just.

   It draped down no more than a couple of inches below the line of her
ass. I could see nearly the entirety of her legs.  They were beautiful.

   Without the bra, I could make out the shape of her breasts under the
shirt.  They were not small, but proportional to her slim body, and perky.
Her nipples poked through the fabric slightly.

   She stopped by her phone, which was charging on the floor, to check for
any last texts before climbing into bed.  And she bent down.  Like I said,
the shirt was short, and as she did, the bottom of her bottom became
visible.

   My eyes locked on her and all my desires, which had been there, but
being kept at bay, surged back with a loud mental pronunciation: "fuck.," I
thought.

   Kelly's ass was perfect.  I knew this from the leggings already, they
didn't hide much, but the tanned skin of each globe, and the shape
perfectly shown in flesh was too much.  For a moment I thought she wasn't
wearing underwear, but as she leaned over to the phone I could see the thin
strip of fabric emerging from her cheeks.

   This only made things worse.  As much as I would have loved to see her
naked bum, and perhaps a peak at her pussy just below, the thong brought
back memories of her panties.  I had been repressing them until then, and
with such a sight, I couldn't help it.  I wanted my sister.

   My gaze was broken as she stood back up and walked to the bed.  She got
in, and lay a little closer to me than I was hoping, but it was okay.  Our
bodies weren't touching, as long as our bodies weren't touching, I would be
fine.

   I turned on my side to hide the erection that she had given me and
reached for the lamp.

   "Goodnight," I said, and she responded in kind.

   I flipped the switch, but was unable to sleep.  I laid awake for what
seemed like hours, horny as I had ever been, imagining the beautiful woman
who lay next to me.  Her breathing kept me awake, even it reminded me of
her beauty, and I struggled to not touch myself, but I didn't.  Perhaps I
should have.

   I stayed awake for what seemed like hours, but eventually I dozed off
and slept soundly until early morning when I woke up.

   The sun was shining directly in through the window; it must have still
been early.  It glared in my eyes and I took a moment to gather my
surroundings.

   My mind was foggy and new, forgetting about the previous day's events,
until my surroundings came into focus.  I was warm, and too comfortable. 
It wasn't my own warmth.  Pressed against me was my sister Kelly.  We were
spooning.

   I panicked as I realized the extent of the situation.  Her body was
curled up next to mine, asleep.  My arm was around her--and resting on her
breast.  As my mind began to understand the sensations my body was
receiving I realized the worst, and the best, throbbing between my legs.

   My cock was hard, very hard, and it was pressed against my sister's ass.
I froze, not knowing what to do.  I wanted to roll over, to turn away,
somehow to get to my own side of the bed without her waking up, but I
couldn't.

   I just sat there, enthralled.  My heart was racing, but I couldn't help
but notice her warmth, or the softness under my hand that rested limply on
her chest.  I couldn't stop myself from feeling the crevasse of her ass
that enveloped my cock.

   I tried to breathe normally, but this just led to another sensation. 
Wafting up from under the blanket was the musky scent of arousal.  I
recognized it immediately from the day before.  It was the same as that on
my sister's thong, but more powerful, stronger and more carnal.  Was Kelly
turned on?

   It was wonderful, and I was lost.  I didn't dare move for fear of waking
her up, I just laid and enjoyed the embrace.  Then Kelly's breathing
shifted.  It was no longer the slow and steady breathing of someone in
slumber, it was conscious and awake.

   My panic returned.  What the hell was I supposed to do?  Kelly was
awake. I could tell she was awake, but she pretended to sleep.  I did the
same, trying to come up with my next move.  Maybe she would fall back
asleep, I hoped.

   She didn't.  We lay there motionless for ages.  I kept waiting for my
dick to deflate, but it wouldn't.  How could it in such a situation?  In
fact, it seemed to take over.  My desires decided my next move, in spite of
my panicking brain.

   I moved, barely, not quite a thrust, but a wiggle, just enough to send
shivers down my spine as I felt Kelly's ass shift over my dick.  As I did
it, I felt the fear return and waited for her to jump up and scream at me,
but she didn't.

   She breathed slightly, and then we sat for another minute.  Should I do
it again?  The question played in my mind over and over until my dick took
over again.  I did the same motion, slightly pressing myself against my
sister.

   Again, she didn't resist, but she did respond.  She inhaled deeper than
normal, and pressed back against me.  Her move was subtle too, but more
than enough to make my dick throb against her.  I pushed back.

   I was less subtle this time, though it still couldn't be called a
thrust, and she did the same.  Her breathing was heavy now.  We continued
this pattern of push and reciprocation for a seemingly long time, slowly
building up pressure until we were gyrating rhythmically.

   My pushes became thrusts, and Kelly's breathing increased with each one.
My cock had nestled itself firmly between her ass cheeks and when she
pushed back they would envelop me, and massage my cock.

   It was warm under the blankets, and we were both getting pretty worked
up.  Kelly had began to sweat, this acted as lubricant for my cock as I
slid up and down her perfect ass.

   We continued to grind against each other, dry humping in my bed, though
neither of us acknowledged the action, or even the fact that we were awake.
I thought that if I stopped now, I could pass it off as some sleep
movement. But it felt so good, there was no way I would have been able to.

   Instead, I went further.  I took my hand, which was resting limply
against her bosom, and squeezed, grasping the mound of her breast, gently
but firmly.  I was worried that such a conscious action would ruin the
rouse of slumber, but Kelly let out a sigh of pleasure.  She pressed her
ass more firmly against me, and I sighed too.

   Like her ass, Kelly's breasts were perfect.  Though it was under her
shirt, I could feel the perfection of it.  Her mound was just enough to be
a large handful, and was comfortable to grasp, but kept its sensual
softness.  And her nipples were pert.  I felt the petite nub standing
through the fabric against my palm.

   I massaged it, sensually, which elicited more sighs from Kelly, and as I
continued they progressed into moans.

   I felt like I had to proceed, but was scared to do so.  I had already
pushed it too far.  Anything further and the pathetic act of "slumber" was
obliterated.  But it already was, really.  So I moved my hand from her
breast and pushed it down the length of her torso.  Her skin was so soft
everywhere, and the sensation of it made my cock pulse.

   Kelly too seemed to enjoy the sensation, as she moaned harder as my hand
drifted.  I rested it on her leg, stroking her inner thigh as I
contemplated whether or not I would actually do what I was thinking of
doing.

   Kelly seemed to thrust harder, this time at the air, motioning me to "do
it," so I did.  I moved my hand between her legs and placed in on her
panty-clad sex.  Kelly moaned and continued to thrust.

   I could feel the softness of her lips through the cotton of her panties,
and the thin slit that parted them.  I pressed my hand into it, and felt
her folds and the hard nub of her clit between them.  The heat that
radiated from her core was unbelievable.  And she was wet.  The crease of
her panties where they nestled into her slit was damp with her arousal.

   I pressed firmly against her cunny and began to gyrate my hand in rhythm
with our thrusts.  Kelly squealed and moaned as I did so.  I felt like I
could cum if I wanted to but I held off.  The worries were gone for me, and
the movements became natural for both of us, I felt like we would go with
it as far as we felt like going.

   It was so similar to sex.  I humped at my sister, and she humped back,
as I rubbed her pussy through her panties.  Would there be sex?

   I pulled back in a long thrust that allowed my dick to drop between her
legs, so it was now her thighs that were massaging me.  Every once in a
while my shaft would rub against her pussy and she would squeal.  We
continued to thrust, and I continued to rub, getting more and more into it,
waiting to see if more would happen.

   It did, but more by accident than anything really.  As I continued to
rub Kelly, her thong scrunched up and no longer rested flat against her
pussy.  It was to the side really, and though my fingers were still above
the fabric, with every thrust I could feel the naked silky wet folds of my
sister's pussy as they grazed against the side of my fingers.

   It was natural, and we both seemed anxious for the progression.  My cock
began to brush against her bare pussy, and with each contact we would both
shudder.  Closer and closer I would get.  With each thrust my dick would
linger longer against her.

   My head was wet with her juices and ready to go.  Was I going to fuck my
sister?

   With one thrust, my tip nestled against her opening and her lips just
barely began to wrap around it-

   "Kelly?  Andrew?  Are you awake yet?  We've got to go!" Mom shouted from
the bottom of the stairs.

   I jumped, and so did Kelly.  We were both out of the bed faster than an
Olympic sprinter, and she was out the door without a word.  The wakeup call
(apparently more than just a literal one), was enough to shake me out of my
daze.  Guilt came over me once more.

   I got ready in silence, trying to think of what to say, scared to death
that Kelly was going to say something to mom and dad, and dreading the rest
of the day.  We were going for a hike.  This involved hours in a cramped
car, and hours more together with my sister who I imagined probably hated
me.

   I mean, she reciprocated the actions, so I couldn't be entirely to
blame. But then again I started it, and I let it continue.  I was confused
and upset, and had to get the day over with.  After slipping my shoes on, I
took a deep breath and headed down stairs.

   Kelly was already there, but she didn't look at me.  And she did not
look happy.  She sat on the couch, with her face glued to her phone.  Her
expression was plain and angry, and made me even more nervous.  I went to
the kitchen to avoid the situation.

   My mom offered breakfast, but I refused.  My stomach was in knots and
eating anything sounded unpleasant.  I asked anxiously when we were leaving
for the hike.  I wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible.

   I paced around nervously until we were finally ready to go and loaded
into the car.  Kelly sat up front, thankfully, and I sat directly behind
her.  We both spent the time ignoring each other on our phones.

   The hike wasn't terrible.  Everybody tends to be a bit solitary on those
anyway and the single file path meant I could avoid contact with Kelly even
more.  Still, I couldn't help myself from looking at her frame as I walked
behind her.  Her short athletic shorts showed off her legs, and I couldn't
keep myself from looking away all the time, though I did feel guilty
afterwards.

   I spent the day eliciting silence and one-word responses from my sister.
She only spoke when something my parents said required a response, and even
then she avoided eye contact.  Her words were cold and without inflection.
I believe she was pissed at me.

   With just another awkward car ride between me and the freedom of my
room, I got anxious towards the end of the hike, but again the ride wasn't
all that bad.  I guess my parents figured we were both moody or something,
so they didn't probe or provoke conversation.  The silence was nice, if a
bit tense.

   When we were home Kelly and I both raced to our separate rooms and hid.
I watched Netflix, read, tried to keep my mind off of yesterday, but I
couldn't.  I seemed to have fallen into a spiral, and I started remembering
the previous night.

   Images of Kelly's legs on the hike brought back memories of sensations
and scents that I never wanted to forget, wished would have never happened,
and longed to experience again.  Again I went through the routine of trying
not to think about her, losing my will and thinking about her again, until
I was full on fantasizing again.

   I almost fucked my sister.  I still wanted to.  I wanted her more than
anything.  Just a few more seconds and I believe we would have done it. 
Would we have?

   My fantasies won once more...The sensation of Kelly's soft pussy lips,
her heat and her wetness through the fabric of her thong defeated me.  I
went to the bathroom.

   In my sanctuary once more, I locked the door.  The air inside was humid
and warm.  The mirror was still a bit fogged.  I suppose Kelly had just
taken a shower.  I began to tremble at the thought.  Just like the previous
day, I cursed myself as I reached for the hamper.  Sure enough right on top
was a green thong, surely the one she wore yesterday, and apparently all
day today.

   Our parents had gotten us up so quickly, so abruptly and frazzled us so
badly that she must not have thought to change.  I picked them up and went
straight for the gusset this time, opening up the crotch to examine the
evidence of her arousal.

   She definitely had just showered.  The crotch was a mess of still-wet
girlcum.  Her scent rose from it without having to bring them to my nose.
The scent was Kelly.  It was the scent of her arousal, the scent of last
night.

   I stroked myself while I smelled her from a distance, keeping myself on
edge so that when I finally brought her pussy-scented panties to my face I
exploded.  The memories were too much, and the scent was too great of a
reminder, all of the images of Kelly, all of the sensations of her ass and
her breasts, her pussy, flooded my mind in one wave of ecstasy as I made
another mess of the bathroom.

   More routine: I felt guilty.  "Jesus, this is getting ridiculous," I
thought as I cleaned up yet another mess.  I had decided that I had to
stop. Obviously, I would continue to have urges, and continue to find Kelly
attractive, but I would control myself.  No more panties, no more late
night anything.  She was my sister for chrissakes.

   I had to stop.  And I was going to.  This didn't feel like a
guilt-powered repression, but rather a logical and willful decision.  I had
admitted my attractions, now I just had to control myself.  I could do
that.

   I left the bathroom and went downstairs.  Just in time too, it seemed.
My parents were just getting ready for dinner.

   Once more, Kelly and I were silent for most of the meal.  She was still
upset.  The routine kept on again, until mom and dad went up to bed.  Kelly
and I were left alone again in the TV room.  However she did not join me on
the couch.  She sat on the chair, isolated and distant, but she didn't bolt
upstairs, which I took as a good sign.

   She didn't look my direction once for the first hour after our parents
went to bed.  It was uncomfortable.  And I know she was upset, but this was
getting ridiculous, I was getting angry.  I was beginning to feel like I
was the only one who had done anything last night.  I broke the silence.

   "Okay.  Kelly.  We need to talk."

   "Ya think?" She said flatly, sarcastically, not looking up from the TV.

   "Yes.  I do.  What's going on?"

   "What do you mean what's going on?  My brother tried to fuck me, that's
what's going on!" She retorted, with anger in her voice.

   "Hey.  That's not fair!  You cannot pretend that I am the only one to
blame here."

   "Well, you kind of started it...I had to wake up with your boner against
my ass."

   "Kelly that was an accident.  I woke up like that!"

   "Uh huh," she replied sarcastically.

   "I did.  I'm sorry Kelly, but it's the truth."

   "Well even if it was, I don't think dry humping me afterwards was...and
the other stuff."

   "No.  I don't know, I got lost...and you aren't innocent either."

   Silence.

   Kelly knew she wasn't innocent.

   She huffed and stared angrily at the TV.  More silence.

   "Kelly?"

   "Yeah."

   "Kelly, we have to work this out.  I love you, as a sister.  You've been
like my best friend for my whole life, and I'm sorry.  Shit happened, but
it was only one night, one night out of thousands.  C'mon.  Talk to me."

   She exhaled and her face relaxed as the tension began to leave her. 
"Yeah, but it wasn't just one night..."

   "What do you mean?" I asked, genuinely confused.

   "I mean..." she paused trying to find the words or the courage to say
the words, "things have changed, Andrew."

   I was still confused, and my face showed it.

   "We've grown up.  You've grown up.  And maybe that just means things are
different."

   "Okay.  But what do you mean it wasn't only one night." I was worried
she knew about the panties...

   "I mean I've noticed you.  You're an attractive dude...objectively
speaking...and I can't say I hadn't thought about you before."

   I was shocked.  I stared at Kelly in utter surprise and silence.  It was
her turn to break it.

   "What!?  Don't pretend it wasn't the same for you.  We hit puberty, it's
what happens."

   A smile cracked on my face.  "Kel, I did notice you--yesterday."

   "What?"

   "Yeah.  I swear a thought hadn't crossed my mind until yesterday, but it
hit me like a bag of bricks."

   "Great.  So I'm just a pervert." Kelly looked down, ashamed.

   "No.  No you're not.  I think I was just in denial.  I always knew you
were beautiful, but yesterday it really hit home.  And like you said, we
hit puberty; it's just what happens.  It's not because you're my sister or
anything, it's just because you're a beautiful...sexy, girl.  Hormones, ya
know?"

   "Yeah I guess," she said, only half convinced, "but what do we do about
it?  We can't have sex.  That's messed up...  and I don't want to feel
guilty every time I touch myself."

   Kelly's sudden candor surprised me, and aroused me at once as images of
her "private time" flooded my mind.

   Kelly bit her lip and looked me in the eyes, wanting to say something
but not being able to.  I waited patiently.

   "Andrew...I've thought about this a lot today.  And I can't get it off
my mind...last night I mean..er you, really.  I mean, I really, really,
enjoyed it, but we can't fuck.  We can-NOT."

   "You're right."

   "And I don't think I can just go around pretending nothing happened...so
I was thinking...maybe." She spoke with breaks between every word, trying
to squeeze the sentence out, "maybe we could help each other out.  No sex,
obviously, but just take the edge off.  I don't know about you but I could
really use that right now."

   My expression must have worried her as she quickly tried to backtrack,
but I assured her that it was not a bad idea.

   "I could use that too." I smiled at her, allowing myself to shamelessly
eye her up and down for the first time.

   She smiled broadly and laughed, "Good.  'cause I'm fucking horny."

   I laughed and sprung at the sentence.  I was horny too.

   A moment or two passed and our laughs subsided into a silence, neither
of us knowing how to proceed.

   "Sooo..."

   "So...I guess we should get naked, right?  So we can see each other..."
Kelly said, with more anticipation in her voice.

   "I guess so."

   I never had a problem being naked in front of other people, but this
situation had gotten to me and my heart pounded as I began to remove my
shirt.  Kelly was nervous too.  Her movements were comfortable, but clumsy
as she was conscious of the situation.  Nevertheless, her shirt was off
before mine.

   I stopped for a moment to admire her as she sat in nothing but athletic
shorts and a blue bra.  It made her tanned skin stand out and held her
breasts perfectly.  Breasts I was about to see.  With a pop the cups fell
loose and with a shrug of her shoulders, it fell into her hands, which
caught it with a slight tremor.

   Kelly was nervous but she wasn't hiding anything.  She sat with her
chest exposed, perfect perky nipples standing erect.  My cock throbbed
against my pants.  She didn't pause though, she extended her legs and
hooked her thumbs under the waist of her shorts.

   I fumbled with my belt.  Her clothes were quicker though, and by the
time I had unzipped my pants her shorts were on the floor, exposing the
rest of her slender legs.  She was wearing a thong again, only this time I
could see it in its entirety, from the way it hugged her mound, and ran
down between her lips, bearing the slightest impression of their cleft, to
it's strand being swallowed by her perfect ass--to the wet spot that
appeared on the crotch.  She really was horny.

   "Wow." I broke in, "Kelly you're so beautiful."

   She smiled nervously and eyed me up and down, waiting for me to follow
her in removing my pants.  I grabbed the waist of both my pants and
underwear and exhaled before pulling them both down in on fell swoop.

   My cock sprung up and bobbed as the restriction of my clothes was
finally removed, and Kelly's eyes darted straight to it and stuck.  Her
mouth opened slightly in exasperation and admiration.  It was her turn to
stare.

   Quickly though, she proceed with her undress and removed her last
article of clothing.  We both sat admiring each other for moments before we
proceeded.

   Seeing Kelly fully naked like this, I was truly, truly aware of how
beautiful my sister was.  Her skin was perfect, soft and tan, and her frame
was so slender but shapely.  Her pussy was bald, two perfectly smooth soft
lips rising from the mound of her pelvis, hiding her even softer inner
folds.

   "What now?" I asked.

   Kelly scooted towards me so that she was no more than a foot and a half
away and faced directly at me.  She opened her legs, spreading her self in
my direction.  As she did, I was given a glimpse of the details of her
pussy for the first time.  Her pink inner lips were delicate and glistened
with arousal.  It's scent, her scent, wafted towards me from her sex.  I
savoured it.

   Without words, she dipped her hand between her legs and lightly circled
her clit.  Her mouth parted slightly, and she let out a breath filled with
pleasure.

   My hand mirrored hers as I grabbed my shaft and slowly stroked up the
length of it.  Kelly's eyes, which had ben transfixed on mine followed the
movement of my hand and watched intently as I touched myself.

   The nervousness seemed to dissipate as the actions started to feel
natural.

   She maintained her slightly agape expression as she observed, but her
hand froze on her crotch.  She just took the sight in for a few more
strokes before her clit demanded her attention and her hand began slowly to
move once more.

   I was throbbing in my hand, harder than I think I have ever been, harder
than the previous day.  Every stroke sent shockwaves through me as I sat
across from my naked sister.

   I inhaled deeply, becoming intoxicated with her scent, my eyes watching
her work her sex in an unbroken gaze.  I could hear her wetness, as she
rubbed her hand between her lips, and I became acutely aware of how badly I
wanted to experience her fully, to taste her.

   Her movement became more rhythmic, her pace increased as she got into
the pleasure.  Her breath grew deep and labored and I glanced up, following
the contours of her body to her face, which now glowed red and wore an
exasperated ecstatic expression.

   "Fuck Andrew.  You're so hot," she moaned between gasps.

   I glued my eyes back on her sex just as she took two fingers and slid
them inside herself.  A characteristic "squish" emanated from her sopping
minge as she did so, followed by a soft moan from her mouth.

   I began to pump faster as I watched her plunge her fingers in and out of
her bald snatch.

   Fuck.  I wanted to taste her pussy.  I wanted to taste the sweetness of
her juices.  I wanted her so badly.

   She seemed to read my mind as she slid her digits out of her pussy, and
lightly caressed her folds before bringing her hand up and displaying her
arousal to me.  With her hand inches in front of my face I could clearly
see her fore and middle fingers stuck together with a filmy coat of her
slimy arousal.

   Her scent was on her hand too, and its overpowering aroma filled my
nostrils before I leaned in for a taste.  She stiffened her fingers and
offered them to me as I opened my mouth for her.

   I engulfed her fingers with my mouth swirled my tongue eagerly around
them, tasting the tangy sweetness of my sister's pussy for the first time.
I sucked and tongued her fingers as she withdrew them from my mouth,
slowly, savouring every drop of her essence.

   She giggled as she did and brought them to her lips, grinning coyly like
a schoolgirl.

   "That felt really good," she said.

   I smiled back, "you taste really good."

   From her smile, my eyes were drawn back down her body to her pussy.  A
drip of her juice had crawled out of her opening and down her ass cheek,
and I wished I could drop down and lick it, but I held back.

   I did take action though; Kelly had led up until this point and it was
my turn.

   I removed my hand, which had been stroking my cock on autopilot and
brought it cautiously closer to Kelly's sex.  She responded by spreading
her legs slightly, so I continued.

   Inches away from her slit, I could feel the heat radiating from her
core: the preview to the warmth of her silky folds.

   When my hand finally met her slick pussy, her lips enveloped the side of
my forefinger as I slid up the length of her sex to her clit.

   Kelly moaned an "oh my god" and shuddered at my touch.  Her legs opened
wider as I circled her clit, sliding effortlessly over her button, aided by
her wetness.  She moaned again, but louder.

   "Shhhh!" I managed to voice, trying to remind Kelly that our parents
were still in the house, even if they were asleep.

   She bit her lip, which stifled her sounds into high-pitched staccato
grunts.  She ground her pussy against me.  Her hips humped at my hand,
lifting her perfect little ass off of the floor at the peak of each
rotation.

   She continued to grunt between breaths.  She was lost in the pleasure.

   Now I would make her melt.

   With one smooth motion, I slid my hand down from her clit, dipping
slightly, and parting the folds at her opening.  With her wetness easing
the way, I pushed into her.

   The grunts couldn't hold back the pleasure of this new sensation and a
full volume moan broke through her lips.

   Her pussy was tight--soft, wet, and steaming--but tight.  She clenched
around my fingers.

   I kept them buried to the knuckle momentarily, trying to experience the
wonderful sensations of the inside of my sister's vagina.

   Then I drew my now cum coated fingers out slowly, watching how her lips
clasped on to me as I did, before dipping back into her center again.

   With each movement of my fingers Kelly moaned, and she tried to stifle
it, but she could not hold back.

   "Shhh," I said again, though I knew it was futile.

   Kelly continued to express her pleasure vocally as she slammed her pussy
against my fingers.  As much as I wanted to hear her moans, I retained my
apprehension about getting caught.

   In the living room, where we were, there was nowhere to go if someone
were to come down.  Our parents rarely did, but I did not want to take the
chance.  At this hyper-aroused point, I was more concerned about not being
able to finish than explaining the incestuous touching to my parents.

   I pleaded with my expression to Kelly, but like my "shhing" it was
hopeless.  She continued to moan, louder with each thrust of my hand.  And
with her pussy coating my fingers in cum, and her wanton gyrating
reciprocation, there was no way I was going to stop, but something had to
be done.

   I leaned in towards Kelly, bringing my face close to hers.  I could feel
her exasperated moans on my face as I pressed my lips to hers.

   Her mouth was open when I kissed her, but she moved her lips with mine
in reciprocation.  A new moan of fulfillment passed from her lips with the
kiss.  It was apparently exactly what she wanted.  And it muffled her moans
as she moaned into my mouth as I continued to finger-fuck her.

   I was worried the kiss was going too far, but her tongue met mine
eagerly and we made out with hunger.

   I continued to pump her pussy with my hand, and she continued to moan,
growing closer to her inevitable orgasm, as she reached her hand around my
back, pulling me closer to her.

   She was forceful and pulled us both down so that I lay on my knees
between her legs.  My hand had slipped out of her pussy in the process and
I brought it up to knead her breast.

   My fingers were soaked in her cum and I smelled the strongness of her
scent once more.  She moaned at the touch of my lubed hand on her breast,
but her sex was left wanting, with her hips gyrating in air, searching for
fulfillment.

   She pulled me down again until I felt her breasts against my chest and
the soft skin of her torso meeting mine.

   Her movements and mine were both instinctual.  Yes, she pulled me to
her, but it was natural, it was the progression.

   Her hips continued to hump, and with me between her legs our pelvises
met.  The instinctual movements had landed my cock on her pelvis, and,
instinctually, my hips began to move to her rhythm.

   With one thrust, I slipped so that my shaft was nestled between her
lips.

   Renewed passion, vigor, and moans returned to our escapade as our sexes
touched.

   Her wet folds enveloped my shaft and my I slid over her clit.

   "Fuck!" I exclaimed, breaking our mouths' embrace for the first time.

   "That feels so good!" Kelly followed, almost as if she were completing
my sentence.

   We looked in each other's eyes as we continued to grind against each
other, and had a collective realization.

   Kelly voiced it: "We're not going to fuck are we?"

   She had genuine concern in her voice, though she continued to slide her
pussy on me.

   "No.  We can't.  You're my sister," I said in broken sentences between
breaths, "we said we'd help each other out, that's all we'll do."

   Kelly bit her lip and nodded, before returning her concentration to the
sensation between her legs.

   She started moaning again too, but I did not restrain her this time. 
Like her, I was gone with the pleasure.

   Her wetness allowed my cock to slide perfectly between her lips, and
with each thrust my whole length was massaged by the whole length of her
cunt.

   Then one thrust went too far, and for a brief moment my tip caught in
the dip of her opening.  We both pulled back reflexively, returning to our
rhythm.

   "Fuck," Kelly moaned, "we almost did it."

   "I know," I replied, and we kissed in a unitary expression of "relief"
that we didn't.

   And then it happened again...a bit deeper, and for a bit longer.  Kelly
moaned.

   She thrust her hips, almost as if she was trying to pull me further in,
but I retreated and we continued to hump.

   It was mere moments before my cock dipped down again, and in the rhythm,
I slipped in slightly once more...Again, this time was a bit deeper, and a
bit longer.  About half of my length was inside her for that moment.

   Like before, I retreated again, but rather than pulling out and
returning to our rhythm, I drew myself until my tip was just nestled
against her opening, and pushed.

   My cock slid into my sister until her pelvis pressed against mine, and
she moaned, unrestrained, unabashed moans.

   The sensation was unreal.  Her sex was tight, wet, and hot, her silky
ridges sent indescribable pleasure through me with each movement.

   It was instinctual.  It felt right--it was right.  I withdrew and
pushed, slowly thrusting into my sister, once, twice, three times before we
came to our senses.

   After the third time I stopped, and so did Kelly.  I looked her in the
eyes, with my cock buried to the hilt in her pussy.

   "You're inside me," Kelly stated in her winded, pleased, voice.

   "Mhm." I nodded, almost ashamed, before beginning to pull out, but Kelly
stopped me.  She grabbed my arms and held me in her, biting her lip and
shaking her head.

   "Don't."

   I froze, and stared into her eyes.  She looked back with longing, still
clutching onto my arms.  I was going to fuck my sister--I was fucking my
sister.

   I leaned down and kissed her, with passion, and with love, and I slowly
began to thrust.

   My cock had barely begun to move when her moans returned.  She sounded
into my mouth as I slowly pumped my cock in and out of her pussy.

   I moved slowly at first, enjoying the sensual feeling of my sister's
sex, and her hips joined the rhythm as she enjoyed the same.  And we kissed
passionately, exploring each other's mouths between hard breaths and moans.


   And the pace quickened.  Our tempo rose to match our desires, and I
truly began to fuck my sister.  Eventually my torso was contracting
forcefully in beat, slamming my prick repeatedly into her cunt.  The
familiar noises of wet pussy sounded rhythmically, punctuated by the slap
of my dick bottoming out when my pelvis hit hers.

   This punctuation and the increased rhythm drove Kelly wild.  She
screamed into my mouth and her hips bucked wildly.  Her thighs began to
contract, and her feet flailed uncontrollably as she grew closer and closer
to her orgasm.

   I was growing close too.  Her pussy joined in uncontrolled contractions,
urging my dick on to spill its load.  With each withdrawal the walls of her
sex grabbed and massaged the length of me, bring me to the edge.

   Though I knew I would not last much longer, I kept up the pace.  I
wanted to feel Kelly cum.  She was so close, the only thing I could do was
to fuck her harder.

   I changed the angle of my thrusts, lifting my ass with each stroke to
excentuate the length of each insertion.  I slid the entirety of my cock
from her sopping slit until the tip just rested at her opening, then drove
the whole length back in with force until my pelvis rammed her clit.

   Kelly broke our kiss and screamed in the open.  It was loud, but I
couldn't care less.  Her moans drove me to some carnal insanity.

   I did it again, making sure she felt every millimeter of my dick, while
I experienced every millimeter of her.

   Repeatedly I slid my entire length in and out of her, feeling my seed
boil up with each beat.  Kelly screamed every time I pushed into her, until
the pleasure won and an rapturous wave of orgasm overcame her.

   Her soles slid along the floor rhythmically as her thighs contracted in
orgasmic convulsions.  Her pussy clenched down on me, hard, and milked me
as I came over the edge too.

   I shook as I exploded, shooting masses of my hot cum deep inside my
sister.  She looked at me as we came together, mouth wide as she moaned.

   My orgasm seemed to last for ages.  With every orgasmic contraction, I
would unload more seed, truly filling up my sister.

   Eventually, the tide receded, and we both collapsed in blissful
exhaustion.  We lay, locked together, hot, sweaty, breathing heavily, and
reeking of sex for several moments, basking in the wonderful awareness of
our carnal unity.

   I was still hard, and Kelly's pussy refused to relinquish me, and I
didn't want her too.  I stayed inside her until we had both caught our
breath and settled into relaxation.  Reality was there, and we had to face
it sooner or later.

   Slowly, I pulled out my overly sensitive dick, very nearly cumming again
with the movement, and kneeled between my sister's legs.

   Her pussy was puffy and pink, gaping and wet--thoroughly fucked.  We
both looked down at the mess as my cum began to drip out of her cunt.  A
glob of goo seeped from her opening down between the cheeks of her ass.

   The sight was hot, and only got hotter as Kelly scooped it up with her
middle finger and brought it too her mouth, tasting the mixture of our sex.


   I grinned, and she laughed, "what!  You got to taste me."

   As reality continued to return to me, however, my smile faded, and
Kelly's followed.

   "Kelly.."

   "I know.  I'm sorry about how I reacted earlier.  It won't happen again
though, I promise."

   I gave a half nod, still feeling unsure about having slept with my
sister.

   "So what now?" I asked.

   Kelly looked at me, and eyed me up and down before replying.

   "Well...I can't deny that I feel a little conflicted...but my desires
are not going to just vanish...and that just felt, I don't know, perfect."

   I nodded again.

   "And I mean, there's no way I would be able to help myself even if I
wanted to.  And I don't."

   "So, we keep 'helping each other out'?"

   "Yes!"

   We both smiled enthusiastically, and I embraced my sister, filled with
joy and anticipation of things to come.

   "Can I sleep in your room again tonight?" Kelly asked.

   I grabbed her hand and helped her up.  We gathered our clothes and
headed upstairs.  I walked behind Kelly, openly admiring her ass as her
hips swayed with each step.  I slapped it lightly and grinned as she jumped
and giggled at the touch.

   There was no hesitation this time in my room.  We both dropped our
clothes, still covered--and filled--with the mess of sex ,and climbed into
the middle of the bed.  Kelly was on her side and I rapped my arm around
her, pulling her against me until her body nested into mine.

   I laid my hand on her breast and cupped the warm mound fully, and she
pressed her bum against me.  I began to grow hard.

   It was going to be a good night.


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