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 Title:Older Sister's Sex Toys


Summary: A younger brother finds his Sister's naughty collection.


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot,sex





   Like all college graduates, I had to carefully weigh my options in
life. 

   I considered everything and eventually took my families advice to pursue
higher education.  But that of course raised the question of where to go.
Luckily, my older sister offered me a chance to stay with her for a while
to see how I enjoyed living in the city.  She was 28 years old and had
recently started a new job in the fashion and apparel industry.

   Courtney is the typical big sister.  Growing up we were best friends,
but whenever our parents weren't around she loved to use her 'older
sibling' status to let me know she was the one in charge.  She was never
a pain in the ass about it, but it was obvious she loved the power to boss
me around.  It was always playful and never mean-spirited.  The hardest
part about growing up with her was how hot she she has always been.  Her
long blond hair and athletic body made the other boys stop and gawk
whenever she walked by.  It wasn't easy having friends with Courtney as
your big sister - she's all my friends ever wanted to talk about when they
were at my house.

   She had always been considered smart and mature for her age, which was
great because as I got older she was always there to offer me advice for
whatever I needed.  Like I said, we're best friends.

   Older Sister's Sex Toys

   "If you're going to stay here, we're going to have to cover some ground
rules," she stated as I put my things down.  "First off, you don't get to
brings friends over.  Secondly, you have to clean up after yourself.  I
don't have time to babysit.  Thirdly, and most importantly, you don't get
to snoop around in my room while I'm at work, or ever."

   "Well I'm glad to see that some things haven't changed between us," I
quipped.

   A smile crept over her face.  "That's the way it's gotta be.  I can't
have a little brother ruining my mini-palace."

   "Is that what this is?  A mini-palace?"

   "Don't get cute.  I'm not exactly making the paycheck of a famous
designer just yet.  I'm working an entry level position which I was
extremely lucky to nab in the first place.  You have no idea how
competitive the job market is around here.  It's insanely brutal."

   I nodded while looking around her apartment.  "I'm sure it is.  And I
wasn't trying to make a joke about your new place.  You did a great job. 
If I had known your interior design skills were at this caliber, I would
have paid you a hundred bucks or something to fix my room years ago."

   She smiled again, "Thanks.  Maybe I'll do something for your room once I
get back home.  Speaking of which, it's going to be a lot different staying
here than back home.  As you can see, there isn't a lot of space.  It's not
like we'll be down the hall from each other and we get to run around and be
as loud as we want.  Here, our rooms are going to be crammed up right next
to each other.  So be mindful of that, and I don't want to hear any
complaining or whining either."

   "Trust me, you won't here a single complaint from me.  This place is
awesome.  And it's just as awesome living in the downtown area where all
the action is.  Who knows, maybe if I get accepted into one of the law
schools nearby, you might be seeing me a lot more often."

   *** PILLOWS & SHEETS ***

   It was hard to sleep that night.  Spending the night in my sister's new
apartment while checking out the city during the day was more than enough
to keep my mind busy.  I thought about the future and what was next in
life.

   My mind was completely preoccupied, until I heard it...

   "Ohh..."

   The sound was faint and it was coming from the other room- my sister's
room.

   Something came over me, curiosity I suppose, and I got up to put my ear
against the thin wall that separated my room from my sister's.  Her moans
were soft and came every few seconds.  She was clearly masturbating.

   I listened more carefully and pressed my ear harder against the wall and
heard a faint buzzing sound.  Not only was she masturbating, she was doing
it with a vibrator of all things.  Naturally, the image arose of my older
sister in bed, eyes shut, moaning, using a vibrating sex toy in and out of
her vagina.

   I was instantly aroused.  I knew it was wrong and dirty, but at that
point I didn't care.  The moans and the vibrating noises coming from my
sister's room suddenly stopped, and then I heard her get out of bed to wash
herself in the bathroom. 

   Then I did it: for the first time in my entire life, I masturbated
thinking about my sexy older sister.

   ***

   It was kind of awkward seeing her the next morning, but I didn't really
care.  It's not like she knew that I had fantasized about her the night
before, or that I heard what she was doing with herself sexually.  And in
typical Courtney fashion, she was in a rush to get to work.

   "God, I hate being so late all the time," she fumed while fixing her
outfit in front of the living room mirror.  "You'll have to fix your own
breakfast.  Sorry, I was planning on making you eggs or something."

   "Don't worry about.  I prefer oatmeal anyway."

   She smiled when she was satisfied with her appearance.  "Great.  I'll
make it up to you when I get back later.  There's a great Chinese
restaurant nearby and I'll get some of that stuff you usually order.  In
the meantime, enjoy the city!"

   We waved at each other and said our goodbyes for the morning before she
headed out the door.

   At that point, I should have been a good, well-behaved younger brother
and went about my day as planned.  I should have eaten my breakfast and
taken a stroll around the city to see if living there was what I wanted. 
Unfortunately, my hormones took over and my mind went back to thinking
about my masturbating sister. 

   'It's not like she'd ever know,' I thought to myself.

   The door to Courtney's room was half open and I went inside.

   Her room was what I expected it to be.  She had the best of everything.
Her closet was open and I could see all of her designer clothes neatly
arranged.  She had a dresser with pictures of friends and family on the
mirror, and all kinds of makeup on the table.  And as expected, her bed was
a complete mess.  It was the same growing up, with her room always nice and
tidy but her bed always a mess.  I looked at her sheets and thought of what
it must have looked like with her masturbating on them the night before.

   It didn't take long to find her sex toys.  They were right next to her
bed, in the top drawer.  It was both shocking and arousing to see all of
her stuff.  She had an assortment of different adult toys that would put
any porn set to shame.  There were different types of vibrators of all
shapes, sizes and colors laid out next to each other.  There was even an
assortment of different portable vibrating objects that looked like they
were made for women who liked to please themselves in the bathroom where
they work (which is probably what my sister did since she owned a few of
those). 

   As I marveled at her collection of sex toys, I saw it out of the corner
of my eye: There was a book sloppily tucked underneath her pillow.

   I reached down to see what it was, only to find an old worn-out book
with an illustrated cover of a naked man and woman.  It was titled Stories
of Love & Incest.

   Finding out that your smart and sexy older sister enjoys using sex toys
is one thing, but finding out that she gets off on reading about incest is
something else entirely.  No comparison.  I didn't know whether to feel
even more shocked or even more turned on, but I didn't have a chance to
soak in the feeling much longer as the front door unlocked and my sister
came home.

   "I'm back.  I accidentally left my phone in my room if you can believe
it."

   I closed the drawer and shoved the book back underneath her pillow as
fast as I could, and as I rushed out of her room, my sister caught me.

   "What the heck doing?" she asked with a skeptical look.  "Didn't I make
it clear that I didn't want you peeping in my room?"

   "I...uh...I just wanted to see what kind of view you had from your
window.  That's all..."

   Her eyebrow raised and she looked even more skeptical.  "Well, you're
lucky I'm running late.  And I sure hope I don't find out that you've been
doing creepy things like going through my panties, or whatever it is guys
your age like to do."

   "What!?  No!  I promise it won't happen again."

   ***

   She gave me one of those big sister "it better not happen again" looks
and went inside her room to get her phone and left in a hurry. 

   I went about my business for the rest of the day, but of course, I
couldn't stop thinking about what I found in Courtney's room.  Images of
her using different sex toys on herself while reading incestuous material
floated through my mind.  Growing up together, she had always been an avid
reader of romance novels (not the dirty kind) and loved watching romantic
comedies and other love stories.

   That day marked the second time in my life where I fantasized about her.

   *** EVERYONE HAS THEIR KINKS IN LIFE ***

   Dinner that night was quiet and awkward.  The long and boring lecture I
was expecting never came. 

   "This is great," I said as we almost finished eating.  "Seriously, you
always know the best places to eat."

   "Thanks.  I knew you'd like it."

   "Well...thanks again..."

   Another long pause ensued until we finished our meals.

   "Look, just admit it," she finally blurted out.  "You found my book and
you think I'm a weirdo for reading that kind of stuff."

   "What book?" I replied, hoping to avoid the topic.

   "Don't play dumb.  I'm talking about the book underneath my pillow.  You
didn't put it back in the right spot.  I know you were looking at it before
I came back home this morning."

   I shrugged, "It's no big deal sis.  So you like reading about that sort
of thing, who cares?"

   "I care!" she snapped, looking frustrated.  "You're my little brother,
you're not supposed to know this about me.  God, I could barely concentrate
at work today because of how humiliated I felt."

   "Seriously?  Do you remember how many times you've walked in on me
watching internet porn?  I freaked out a few minutes, but then I forgot
about it and moved on." 

   She continued giving me her frustrated look.  "That's different.  You're
a guy, you're supposed to be doing that kind of stuff with porn."

   "Believe me, you're being way too hard on yourself.  I mostly watch
amateur videos with women in their 40's or 50's, sometimes voyeur stuff or
auditions.  So who cares if your interest is family porn?"

   "Oh god," she sighed.  "Family porn!?  For the record, it's called
erotic literature.  It most certainly is NOT porn of any kind.  And I read
it for the story content and the romantic aspects."

   I nodded.  "That definitely sounds like you.  Why are you telling me
this anyway?  If you're so upset about me knowing this about you, I would
have thought that you would just avoid this topic completely."

   "Honestly, I don't want you thinking of me as some sort of sick pervert
reading something like that.  I'm a normal person, okay.  I'm not a
weirdo."

   "I never thought anything less of you.  Everyone has their kinks in
life."

   "Thanks for being so understanding," she replied in a much gentler tone.
"I got that book just over a year ago as a gag gift for my birthday.  One
of my girlfriends thought it would be funny, and she was right, everyone
laughed when I opened it.  I even thought it was funny.  Later that night I
was bored and I couldn't sleep, so I started to read it.  And honestly, I
was so glad that I did.  Incest stories are some of the most erotic and
romantic stories I've ever read in my life..."

   "I think I know what you mean," I replied, cutting her off.  "It sounds
incredibly taboo...you know...two people having to fight certain urges for
each other- feeling things they shouldn't be feeling."

   "Exactly.  It's that whole notion of having to cross a certain line that
should never be crossed.  The build up of two family members having
feelings for each other makes for an incredible emotional journey, and it
makes the pay-off so much more rewarding."

   "Yeah, I'm sure those toys of yours come in handy for that, right?" I
joked to lighten the mood. 

   Her face suddenly turned flush.  Her eyes widened and her jaw nearly
dropped.  It became obvious to me that she had no clue that I found her sex
toys.

   "You...you knew about that?  You opened my drawer!?"

   "Okay, now this is getting really awkward," I quipped.  "I thought you
knew that I found them already."

   She shook her head.  "I didn't.  And I really wish that you hadn't
mentioned that.  God, can this day get any more humiliating for me?"

   I reached out and touched her hand.  "Don't worry about it.  We're all
human and we all have our needs."

   "Okay...maybe you're right.  I might be a little over dramatic about all
this, which tends to happen about certain things.  I mean, heck, they're
stories, it's not like we've actually thought of each other like that, or
our parents."

   "Uh...yeah, of course not," I stammered. 

   Her eyebrows raised, "You have?"

   "What, do you have super powers now and you can read my mind all of a
sudden?  I never said that I have.  In fact, I believe I just said the
opposite of that."

   "I may not have super powers, but I have the intuition of an older
sister," she smiled.  "So tell me little brother, who exactly have you
thought about in our family?  I bet it's our cousin Anne isn't it?  She's
pretty cute.  Or maybe it was Mom?"

   "Okay, now you're going overboard with this, Courtney.  I feel like I'm
being harassed over here."

   She continued, "Come on, I'm curious.  Who in our family have you
thought about sexually?  Maybe it was...wait a minute...it can't be...can
it?  Have you ever thought about me in that way?"

   The look she gave me showed that she had figured me out.  There was no
point in denying it.  I couldn't if I tried. 

   "Just recently," I replied meekly.  "I heard you moaning last night
along with a faint buzzing sound, and it got me thinking about
inappropriate things.  It's never happened before that, honestly."

   "And that's why you were in my room this morning wasn't it?  You wanted
to see what was making that buzzing sound.  It all makes sense.  And to
think, this whole day I thought that I was the perv, when in fact it was
YOU all along," she joked.

   "Very funny.  You're the one with the sex toys and incest book."

   "Touche," she nodded.  "How about we call a truce?  I won't mention who
you think about when you jerk off, and you won't mention what you found in
my room.  Deal?"

   I reached out and extended my hand for a handshake.  "That's a deal as
long as you do the dishes and I won't have to pay you back for this meal."

   She smiled and shook my hand.  "Then it's settled."

   *** STORIES OF LOVE AND INCEST ***

   She left early the next morning.  Either that or I woke up late.  The
house was quiet, and when I left my room, I noticed that my sister's door
was wide open, which was unusual because she was always big on her personal
privacy.

   I glanced in the direction of her room to see her bed neatly made and
her incestuous book placed in the middle.  I assumed she left it there for
me, and I was right.  I walked closer and saw there was a note placed on
top of it. 

   Hey,

   Thanks again for being so mature and respectful about this whole thing
yesterday.  I was really freaking out thinking you were going to tease me
mercilessly for finding out that I read 'family porn'.  Anyway, I thought
about this all night and figured you might be curious as to what all the
fuss is about.  After all, fantasies are meant to be shared right? 

   The book is long, but I recommend reading stories 2,3, and 8.  Those are
my favorites.  : )

   All the best,

   Your big sister- Courtney

   xo

   A feeling of excitement came over me.  More than anything, I was excited
about the idea of us being able to continue talking about sex together.  I
had no idea where it was going to lead, and I didn't care as long as it
kept on going.

   That morning, I sat down in my room and started reading her book.

   The second story, which she recommended, featured a father and daughter.
It wasn't crude the way I expected it to be.  It involved an overworked
single dad who was stressed from all the pressures he faced at the law
firm. He didn't have his wife to comfort him, and when his daughter came to
visit from college, she felt guilty that she hadn't been around to help
with the household chores and to take care of him.  She knew that life had
been rough on him lately, and so one night, she wore her mother's old
lingerie and greeted her father in the bedroom when he came home from work.

   The third story involved a mother and son.  The son was an adult helping
his mother through a difficult emotional time in her life.  She felt lonely
and questioned whether she would ever find the perfect mate.  She felt
deeply insecure about her age, so she joined a gym and bought a new
wardrobe, and she modeled herself to her son whenever he visited to get his
opinion.  He told her that everything she was doing was unnecessary and she
was perfect the way she was.  That didn't stop her from modeling new
outfits for him, and she eventually realized that her own son would have
erections while watching her. 

   And then there was the eighth story in the book.  It really caught my
eye because it was about a younger brother and his hopelessly romantic
older sister.  Valentine's Day came and she was heartbroken because the guy
she planned on marrying had gotten cold feet and ended their relationship.
Her younger brother was there for her.  They were home alone after their
parents had gone on a vacation to celebrate their 20th anniversary.  Soon,
the brother and sister grew closer than ever before, sharing their deepest
fantasies with each other and living together as an actual couple.  It
wasn't long before the younger brother was there to satisfy his older
sister's sexual needs, and vice versa. 

   ***

   Later that day, Courtney arrived home from work while I was sitting in
the living room watching tv.  She looked sharp as always.  Her hair and
makeup were done to perfection, and her clothes were as stylish as any
model in a fashion magazine. 

   "Hey there," she said as came through the door.  "I'm assuming you read
what I left out for you."

   "I did actually.  It was pretty interesting.  It definitely wasn't what
I was expecting."

   Her eyebrow raised, "And what exactly were you expecting?  I'd really
like to know.  I've spent all day at work thinking about how you would
react to reading it, and wondering if I made a huge mistake or not."

   "Frankly, I expected it to be really dirty and nasty," I replied
honestly.  "But it wasn't.  I was surprised at how loving all the stories
were."

   "Well the word LOVE appears in the title of the book dummy," she said
with a playful older sister condescending tone.

   "Thanks for the free English lesson sis.  I don't know what I'd do
without you."

   "I'm just teasing.  Seriously though, it was a pretty fun read wasn't
it? Did you think it was erotic?"

   I shrugged, pretending it was no big deal.  "Yeah, I guess so.  I've
never read anything like that before, but yeah, I thought it was good."

   "Oh come on.  I know you well enough.  You hate reading.  If that book
didn't knock your socks off, you would have stopped in the first few pages
and wouldn't have bothered reading the rest.  Besides, romance was never
your thing."

   "Okay, okay," I nodded.  "You got me.  I thought the stories were
surprisingly hot."

   "Good.  I'm glad you understand why I read it.  None of my friends know
how much I love that book.  They probably assumed I just threw it away that
night.  It's kind of nice to have someone to talk about this with, even if
it's with my own brother."

   I found myself becoming slightly aroused at the notion that this would
continue with my sister.  It was arousing knowing that she wanted to
continue discussing the taboo world of incest with me.

   "Just consider me a close friend if it makes you feel any better," I
said with a smile.

   She smiled back, "Thanks friend.  So tell me, what was your favorite
story that you've read?  I'm eager to find out what floats your boat."

   "I'm not sure.  All the ones I've read so far are equally hot.  I
especially liked the ones that you recommended."

   "Now you're just being coy," she replied.  "Come on, what was your
favorite?  I bet it was one of the mother/son stories wasn't it?  Guys your
age seem to be into that sorta thing nowadays."

   "Yeah, that was pretty hot," I nodded.  "Number 8 really got me going
though."

   We both quickly realized what that meant, and I quickly realized I
shouldn't have said it. 

   A grin slowly appeared on her face.  "So...my little brother enjoys
brother/sister stories huh?  If I remember correctly, you seemingly let it
slip that you had fantasized about a certain someone in your family."

   "I'm kind of disturbed by how much you enjoy putting me in the hot
seat," I joked.

   "You're living in my apartment rent free and you don't have a lot of
money.  How else is a big sister supposed to take advantage of her little
brother?"

   "That's true.  I might actually be better off living with Mom and Dad
again."

   "That's no fun," she smiled.  "So are you going to answer my question or
what?"

   "What question would that be?"

   Her eyebrow raised.  "You said the eighth story was your favorite. 
That's the brother and sister one.  Maybe you didn't catch my subtle hints,
but I want to know if you thought about me again when you read that."

   There was a short pause between us as we looked each other in the eyes.
It was obvious that she genuinely wanted to know the answer, and that she
wasn't just trying to tease me.

   "A little bit," I admitted.  "I mean, I couldn't help it.  That was the
best-written story you recommended and it just so happened to be about a
brother and sister.  And it isn't my fault that I have a hot older sister."

   "Did you masturbate?"

   "Oh you bet I did," I said sarcastically and jokingly.  "I laid down on
your bed naked and stared at your pictures while I went to town on myself.
It was so nasty."

   "I know you're trying to be playful and make light of all this, but that
was kind of a creepy thing to say, even if it was a joke."

   I nodded.  "Yeah, I guess you're right.  Sorry about that."

   "Anyway, I don't know about you, but I'm starving.  I could really use
some good food right about now.  Why don't we go out to eat instead of
staying here?"

   "I'd love to.  I saw a great looking ice cream place down the street
earlier, maybe we can stop by for deserts."

   She smiled, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were mimicking
that brother/sister incest story with the whole dinner and ice cream part."

   "You can think whatever you want, just as long as you're paying."

   *** SUPER SECRET NAUGHTY COLLECTION ***

   It was 10 pm by the time we arrived back at her apartment.  A simple
dinner between siblings turned into a long walk around downtown.  We talked
about little things and it felt like we were lifelong friends more than
anything else.  By the time we got back home, we were both exhausted and
headed straight to bed. 

   I had just used the bathroom in the hallway, and she had just grabbed a
cup of water from the kitchen when we ran into each other in front of our
bedrooms.  She was barefoot, and wore her usual large pajama pants and
white t-shirt.

   "Goodnight," Courtney said happily.  "I'll be up early tomorrow, maybe
I'll make us some fresh waffles if you're awake."

   My eyes briefly wandered around her braless chest before going back to
her eyes.

   "Yeah, that sounds great sis.  Goodnight to you too," I replied.

   "Were you just checking me out?"

   "Huh?"

   She grinned, "I know you were.  I'm not stupid.  You were looking me
over just now."

   "Hey, I wouldn't call you out for looking at my privates if I walked
around in nothing but underwear," I said jokingly.

   "So it's my fault you have a wandering eye huh?  And to think, I thought
this night would end on a much cleaner note."

   "Speaking of which, there's something I've wanted to ask you all night.
Well, since yesterday actually.  It might be a little inappropriate, but I
think we're past that stage already."

   Her eyebrow raised, "What is it?"

   I mustered up as much courage as I could and asked, "What got you
started with those sex toys in your room?"

   "Nope, that wasn't inappropriate at all," she said sarcastically. 
"We're brother and sister which means you're entitled to all of my secrets
right?"

   "Very funny," I replied.  "It was an honest question."

   "Why are you asking anyway?

   I shrugged.  "I don't know.  I've always been interested in girls who
know what they want sexually.  I mean, you don't seem like the kind of girl
who would just walk into an adult store and start filling up a cart full of
sex toys like you're shopping for Christmas gifts.  Yet you've got a bunch
of them sitting in your room- no offense.  I just think it's fascinating
that women can have that secret side to them."

   "I know what you're getting at here.  It's like that old saying, 'A
lady in public, a whore in the bedroom.' It's that whole 'secret
slut' thing that men REALLY seem to love.  Trust me, I've heard that from
all the guys I've dated in my life.  Men always want the same things."

   "Exactly!"

   She suddenly flashed a stern look.  "You think I'm a slut and a whore?"

   "Really?  You're going to start that with me now?"

   "Relax," she smiled.  "I'm just pulling your leg.  Come on, let me show
you something."

   With that said, she led me inside her room where she put her cup of
water down and walked over to her bed.

   ***

   Her hand rested on top of the counter and Courtney gave me a look of
complete sincerity.

   "The first time I ever used anything on myself was with my hairbrush
several years ago," she said openly.  "It's fairly common I guess.  Some of
my girlfriends have talked about doing the same thing with their brushes."

   "So you were doing this stuff while we lived in the same house?  AND you
talked about it with your friends?  That's really really hot."

   She nodded.  "Yeah, I guess so.  I'm sure you'd think it's hotter that
when I moved out here, I noticed a small sex shop a couple blocks away.  I
would pass by it every so often and wondered what it would be like to use
an actual sex toy.  One day I finally found the courage, put on a big hat
and sunglasses, and then I walked inside and bought a small vibrator. 
Obviously I've become addicted every since."

   Hearing my sister's story of buying her first sex toy sent a shiver down
my spine.  I became aroused.  My heart rate picked up.  Judging by the look
on my sister's face, she knew it, and she loved it.

   "Why are you telling me all this?" I asked.

   "Because you asked."

   "I know I asked, but why all this?  You're always so private about this
kind of stuff, and just the other day you seemed really uptight about me
finding out about your book and your toy collection."

   "Fair enough.  Honestly, it's because I think it's so cute that you're
into this," she said with a smile.  "None of my girlfriends know about my
sex toys or my incestuous fantasies.  Like I said before, it's fun to have
someone to talk to about this, and I'm glad it's you."

   Courtney opened her drawer to reveal her assortment of sex toys.  They
looked clean and were neatly arranged in order from smallest to biggest.

   She continued, "So here it is, my super secret naughty collection. 
You're the only person I've ever shown this to.  And in case you were
wondering, I'll be using this one tonight..."

   Her fingers hovered over the different sized vibrators before she
finally picked up the one she wanted.  It was pink and large.

   "That looks pretty big," I said in a raspy voice, trying my best to hide
my arousal.

   "It's one of my favorites- seven inches," she grinned.  "Now if you'll
excuse me, I need to get to bed.  And by the looks of things, you need to
get back to your room and do the same."

   Her eyes were looking down at the bulge in my shorts.

   "Umm...yeah...I'll see you tomorrow sis..." I stammered.

   She leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the cheek before I went back to
my room for the night.

   *** JUST LIKE IN THE STORIES ***

   The next morning felt like Christmas instead of Valentine's Day.  I woke
up with the same feelings of excitement over what was to come, but instead
of presents under a tree, I was looking forward to whatever else my
beautiful sister had in store for me.

   After I washed myself in the bathroom, I walked past her room and
noticed the vibrator standing on her countertop.  It had recently been
washed. 

   Courtney was in the kitchen and I could hear and smell her cooking.  She
was sharply dressed as always, wearing a stylish but feminine business suit
while still barefoot.

   "Morning sis," I said enthusiastically.

   "Hey there," she replied.  A big smile appeared on her face when she
looked at me.

   "What's so funny?"

   "Nothing...Well, it just dawned on me that we're acting like a married
couple all of a sudden- you know, with how relaxed we're becoming around
each other, telling each other our secrets things, and now THIS!  I'm
cooking you breakfast like I'm some sort of housewife."

   I smiled back, "Don't forget that you left your big vibrator out on the
table stand for me to see."

   "I couldn't put it back inside the drawer while it was still wet," she
replied with her trademark stern-older sister look.  "I'm glad you woke up
early because the food is almost ready.  We'll have plenty of time to eat,
and best of all, I don't have to rush to work this morning."

   Something came over me, a feeling I've never felt for anyone before.  I
walked over to her while she was in front of the stove and wrapped my arms
around her.

   "I listened to you using the vibrator last night," I said.

   Her eyes stayed on the pan and she kept on stirring as if to avoid the
tension between us.  "Oh yeah?  Maybe I was a little loud.  I'll try not to
let it happen again."

   "I don't mind.  I really liked it."

   She turned off the stove and set the food on a nearby plate, still
ignoring my arms wrapped around her. 

   "Really?  So what did you do about it?" she asked, already knowing the
answer.

   "What do you think I did?"

   She turned around and we were face to face, just an inch or two apart.
"You touched yourself listening to me.  That's what I think you did. 
Didn't you?"

   I nodded.  "What did you think about last night?  Did you read your book
again?"

   "I did.  I read that book whenever I use that particular vibrator."

   "Which story did you read?" I asked.

   She leaned forward and said in my ear, "The 8th story.  The one about
the brother and sister who fall in love and have rough sex in her bedroom
when their parents are away."

   I instantly became erect hearing her say those words.  We held each
other tight, and she felt my bulge pressing against her body. 

   "You feel excited down there," she said playfully.

   "Any man would be excited hearing you say that.  You're incredibly
sexy."

   "That's some compliment coming from my younger brother."

   "So what happens next?" I asked.  "Do we just let go of each other and
eat breakfast and pretend like this never happened?  Or do we..."

   Before I could finish my sentence, my older sister grabbed the back of
my neck and pulled me towards her and we kissed.  We kissed hard and
passionately.  We kissed like we didn't have a care in the world.  It was a
lot of things, and above all, it wasn't the type of kiss you would expect
from an older sibling- but I loved it.

   "Does that answer your question?" she said after ending the kiss.

   "That felt amazing..."

   She held my hand and pulled me to her room.  "Come on, we don't have any
time to waste."

   ***

   We started making out heavily the moment we stood in her room.  There
were no inhibitions and no fear of repercussions. 

   "We're alone," Courtney said.  "There's no one here but us.  Nobody has
to know about this.  It's nobody's business anyway."

   I gave her another kiss on the lips.  "I like where this is heading sis.
You know, you could have cut the chase a lot sooner and professed your
incestuous fantasies from the moment I started staying with you a few days
ago.  I wasn't into this back then, but I wouldn't have turned you down
either."

   She gave me a stern look.  "Classy women don't go around telling their
secrets and spreading their legs, especially to their own brother. 
Besides, it's not like I had a plan to make-out with you."

   "I was only kidding."

   We kissed again briefly and our tongues wrestled in each others mouth.

   "I honestly wasn't expecting this, and I definitely wasn't planning on
this happening," she said.  "It's just one of those things."

   "So are we just going to stand here and kiss all morning?" I asked. 

   She started unbuckling her belt.  "We can go a little bit further than
that- I don't mind.  I want you to make me feel good, just like in the
stories.  Nothing crude.  I want this to be sweet and romantic."

   Our eyes were locked together as she dropped her pants and got naked
from the waist down.

   "I would be happy to oblige," I replied.

   "Wonderful.  Now open the drawer and pick whichever toy you want to use
on me.  Make it fast, I have to go to work soon."

   I opened the drawer as she laid on the bed before immediately closing it
again.  It didn't take long for me to select the freshly-washed seven-inch
vibrator still standing on her countertop.  Her favorite.

   "Good choice," she smiled.  "Now get between my legs and get to work. 
I'm sure you'll know what to do."

   I was in awe of my sister's half-naked body.  Her top half was still
dressed in professional business attire, her hair and makeup nicely done.
But her feet, calves, thighs, and crotch were all completely nude.  Her
legs were toned and her crotch was cleanly shaven.  When I made a move
towards her, she opened her legs and I got between them.

   "God, you're so beautiful Courtney.  Your vagina looks incredible, and I
can't believe how wet it is."

   "Of course I'm wet," she said like it was so obvious.  "I've spent years
getting off to incest stories, now my own brother is about to use my
favorite vibrator on me.  What girl wouldn't be dripping wet at the thought
of that happening?"

   "And I thought I was the dirty one in our family," I quipped.

   The room was perfectly lit by the morning sunlight and I got a clear
view of my sister's vagina.  Her legs were spread and I could see her
glistening fluids coat her pinks insides.  Her labia was light brown and
thin, and her clitoris looked swollen.  It wasn't hard to figure out how to
turn on a vibrator, and once I did, I touched the tip of it against her
clit

   "Oh..." she gasped.  "It's so much better having someone else do it.  I
could really get used to this."

   "You're telling me.  I could do this every morning and not get tired of
it."

   I pushed the vibrator deeper inside her vagina, and I watched her legs
shiver.  It was surreal.  It was as if I had complete sexual power over
her, as with every inch I inserted the sex toy deeper inside her body, the
more submissive she seemed to become.  Her muscles tightened and
contracted, and I could hear her breathing heavy.  The look on her face was
a real turn on as her mouth was wide open and she breathed heavily.  Her
eyes were wide open, as if she couldn't believe what was happening to her,
that her own brother was fucking her with her favorite vibrator.

   "Oh god..." she moaned again.  "You're a natural at this."

   Hearing my sister's encouragement only gave me more confidence that I
was doing the right thing.  I had never used a vibrator before, let alone
on a woman, but it wasn't rocket science.  Once it was all the way in, I
slowly pulled it out and then I slowly pushed it back in.  The look on her
face and her continued moaning were helpful signs that I was doing it the
way she liked. 

   Eventually, her muscles were becoming even more stiff, and her breathing
became more labored as I fucked her with the sex toy.  She was on the verge
of an orgasm, and I helped speed things along by rubbing my finger against
her clit in a circular motion.  It was my first time touching her naked
body, and it was just as thrilling as using the vibrator on her.  I worked
my finger fast on her clitoris the way that I had done with other girls. 
It's something that always got the job done, and with the added help of a
vibrator inside of her, there was no question that she was in store for
something special.

   "Holy shit!  Oh god!  I'm about to cum...keeping doing that...keep doing
it like that..."

   Her eyes suddenly clenched shut and her muscles tightened.  She came. 
Her orgasm was intense and every muscle in her leg contracted.  Vaginal
fluids drenched her vibrator and it even flowed down her body and stained
her bed sheets.  When it was over, she just went limp and I turned the sex
toy off.

   I put my hands on her thighs and rubbed them.  "I take it you enjoyed
that, sis."

   "You bet your ass I did," she replied while catching her breath.  "Now
that's a great fucking way for a girl to get her morning started."

   "What?  You mean having her younger brother sexually service her with a
giant vibrator?"

   She grabbed a pillow and playfully hit me with it.  "Don't get cute
mister.  But seriously, that was fucking awesome.  You're a natural at
this."

   "I'm glad you think so," I replied.  "So is this the extent of our new
relationship?  I service you like in the story?"

   "Yeah.  I mean, you can always go to your room and jerk off afterwards.
Now you'll have something nice to think about when you do it."

   "Is that all?"

   "Did you have anything else in mind?"

   "Kind of," I shrugged.  "I'm as hard as a rock over here.  Maybe you can
do something to help me out."

   She paused and stared at me, thinking.  "Maybe I'll give you a handjob
or something later.  But not now.  I have to go to work soon and it's a
real pain getting out of this jacket and blouse."

   "Seriously?  You've got other body parts besides your hand."

   She raised an eyebrow.  "Well, I can't give you a blowjob either because
I don't want you to stain my clothes.  Fine.  You can go ahead and fuck me
if you want.  I guess it would have happened eventually."

   I leaned down and gave her a big kiss on the cheek and another on her
lips.

   My shorts came off fast and so did my tshirt.  I was naked and in
between her legs, and she reached down to guide my cock into her wet
vagina.

   "You still feel tight," I said as my cock slowly entered her. 

   "Thanks...ughh...I naturally have a tight pussy I guess...  oohh.... 
that feels nice..."

   She felt wet, and incredibly warm.  Her skin was soft and I slowly
started to fuck my own sister.  We were face to face and we looked each
other in the eyes.  We kissed again and I slowly began to pick up rhythm.
Her hands clasped behind my neck and I really started going at it, and
before long, the bed was shaking and the room filled with the lewd noises
of us moaning and the bed shaking, along with wet slapping noises from our
hard fucking.

   We lost track of time as I fucked her.  Nothing seemed to matter
anymore. She didn't care that she might have been late for work as she
never bothered to check the clock like she always did, and neither of us
cared that we were committing incest.

   "I'm about to cum..." I groaned.  "I need to cum so bad."

   "Do it inside me...." she grunted.  "Not yet...  ughh...  wait for me
first...  I'm going to cum again!"

   I felt a rush of fluids gushing out of her vagina and onto my raging
hard erection.  She was having her second orgasm and she squeezed me
tightly with her hands and her smooth thighs.  Feeling her breath heavy and
her fluids gushing was more than enough to send me over the edge.  My hard
cock erupted inside of her and I pumped load after load of my cum inside my
sister's womb. 

   When it was over, I collapsed on top of her and we both tried to catch
our breaths.

   "So how did that compare to reading your stories?" I asked, still on top
of her with my cock still buried in her vagina.

   "Night and day," she replied with a faint voice.  "That was even more
wild than I ever could have imagined it to be.  That was easily the most
intense feeling of my life.  Nothing comes close to what you just gave me."

   "I feel the same about you.  As weird as this is, it's worth it.  God,
can you imagine if Mom and Dad ever found out we did this?"

   "It will never come to that.  We have to be careful about this.  But in
the meantime, all of this fucking and incest has left me with an appetite.
I'm starving."

   She gave me a gentle push and I rolled off of her.

   "Do you think you'll need another shower first?  That's a serious mess
between your legs," I noted.

   "I could say the same about you," she replied, looking at my cum
drenched cock.  "But unfortunately there's no time.  I'll just have to use
a couple of tissues."

   "Well, there's no way I'm putting on my underwear with all this cum all
over me.  I'll take a quick shower and I'll eat later.  You go ahead
without me, I don't want you to be late."

   "Not so fast.  I woke up extra early so that we can have breakfast
together, and I'll be damned if we don't.  I'll just to find another way to
clean you up."

   She leaned down and took my wet flaccid cock inside of her mouth and
sucked as hard as she could.  Even if my cock was completely spent and
exhausted, I was still able to enjoy how amazing it was to feel her mouth
on me.  She sucked and slurped all of my cum, and all of hers.  She even
licked the fluids around my crotch and balls. 

   "Holy shit that felt nice," I said enthusiastically.  "Remind me to ask
for one of those when you get back home."

   "Thanks.  And by the way, I never really gave much thought as to where
you should go to grad school, but it suddenly occurred to me that you
should apply to someplace in this area.  We could become roomies."

   "You know, I just might do that.  I mean, it's a beautiful city, vibrant
area, good food, and plus I've got a hot older sister with a talented mouth
and a nice warm pussy, along a healthy sex drive.  What else could a guy
ask for in life?"

   She smiled, "Well if you're serious about that, then there are a few
more rules around here; First, you have to sleep in my room from now on. 
Your hands and cock are far too talented to be left unattended in the other
room.  Second, clothes are no longer mandatory.  In fact, nudity may become
a requirement.  Now, let's go eat, I'm hungry."

   With that said, my sister got out of bed and walked towards the kitchen
for breakfast.  She was still naked from the waist down and I watched her
ass cheeks move as she walked away.  Life was perfect.

   The End



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