"My plane arrives at 6. Why don't you meet me at the TWA
baggage claim area and we can catch some dinner."
"See you then," was her response.
When I finally arrived in Denver, I was starved. It was a
good thing that my sister and I were going out to dinner. I had
been away at my job in Boston for 2 years and was excited about
going to the Hunan Wok. I looked around for Ann, but could not
find her.
"Hey, nutball!" I heard. Turning around, there she was. My
younger sister at 18 years. In the two years that I had not seen
her, she had changed. Her tomboy haircut was replaced by long
strait red strands. And, for a change, she was smiling.
"Congratulations, I hear you're going to Harvard in the
fall." I was making small talk to get my mind off my hunger.
Once at the restaurant, we met up with our parents.
"Dave, you're so matured," Mom gushed.
"Actually, it's Ann who's really changed." What was once an
awkward moody little girl was now a happy, smart, and beautiful
young woman.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The phone rang. It was Ann. She had arrived in Cambridge
and had settled into the dorm. I promised to show her around the
city, on her first night at college. After I got off work, I
dropped by the campus to pick her up.
"Nice car." I smiled, knowing how much I was in debt to pay
for the status of having a BMW. I gave her a quick tour of the
city. The historic sites, the shopping areas, and so on. I took
my baby sister to my apartment for dinner. She was going to see
how domesticated I had become. When I lived at home, I swore
that I'd never learn to cook or clean. And now, my apartment was
dust free and the chicken was delicious.
Being from Denver, the late August heat was too much for
Ann. She pulled off her top shirt as we talked. I couldn't help
notice, in her t-shirt, that she really had matured. Not that it
much mattered, but I was happy to see that brains and beauty
could go together. I told her so. We chatted for a few hours
about how things were at home, about college life, and Boston. I
remembered what Mom said about keeping an eye on her. Looking at
her in a t-shirt and shorts reminded me of that.
"Look, I know you don't want to hear this..." I began.
"Mom, right? Yeah, you don't need to worry. I think I'm
smart enough to keep myself out of trouble." I knew she was, but
I promised.
"If you need anything. Anything at all. I'm here."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
A few weeks later, Ann called. It seems that she hates her
roommate. Being the big responsible brother, I offered to let
her stay with me while she found another roommate. I had
forgotten what it was like to live with someone, especially your
sister. Not that we argued like kids, but it was tense.
One evening, I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed. I
had just stepped out of the shower and was grabbing for a towel
when the door opened.
"Oops," said the intruder. "I didn't realize." However,
instead of leaving, she just stayed. This used to happen when we
were little. She'd just go into rooms without knocking. Despite
her maturity and brains, this was one bad habit she had not
kicked.
"Just go!" I said as a wrapped a towel around my waist. She
backed out and closed the door. I finished getting cleaned up
and pulled on my sleeping shorts. Leaving the bathroom, I looked
into the living room. Ann had been sleeping on the couch. There
she was, asleep. However, usually she would be wearing a large
nightshirt. Tonight, she had on a pair of panties and was
topless. At first, I was embarrassed. But my curiosity caused
me to take another look. Her curves were smooth. Her breasts
well defined. Yes, she was all grown up.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Friday night, we both had dates. Mine, a blind date, was a
real bust. Although she was hot, she was boring. I considered
going to bed with her, but gave up the idea after listening to
her talk about how much she hated her boss for three hours.
After dropping her off, I headed back to the apartment. Walking
into the living room, I almost had a heart attack. There, on the
couch, was Ann. She was lying back, naked, with her eyes closed.
On top of her was a man, about my age. He, too, was naked.
Unable to speak, I watched as he was screwing my younger sister.
Once the initial shock was over, I raced over to him and
pulled him up. As I yanked back, his erect penis pulled out of
Ann and wagged back and forth. Instead of beating him senseless,
I just kicked him out into the hall, naked, warning him never to
come back.
Upon returning, Ann was getting dressed. I started to
scream, "how dare you!" and all that other parental-type stuff.
"Mom and Dad would kill me if they knew!" she started to
cry. Sure, there was a double standard. I had plans to nail my
date. But this was not acceptable to me.
As soon as a calmed down, "Tell you what, I won't tell Mom
and Dad... if you listen to my lecture." I was going to tell her
how she had to be careful. About getting pregnant and about
AIDS. She had already been told, I'm sure. But maybe from her
older brother, it would sink in. And besides, this was a nice
piece of blackmail.
The man's clothes, I tossed down the garbage chute. We
would have our talk tomorrow, I told her.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
I started the lecture as a parent. I told her how she had
to be careful. About how, if she was going to do it, she would
have to make sure birth control was used. Condoms, I
recommended, since they were also useful in cutting down on the
chance of AIDS. To drive the point home, I pulled a condom out
of my dresser and gave it to her.
"Keep this with you. If you ever find yourself in a
situation like last night, please make sure he puts it on." She
took it from me.
That seemed like enough. I had done my part. "Oh, and one
last thing. Please let me know when you need the apartment.
It's just too strange for me to walk in on my own sister."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The following weekend we were both without dates. It was a
rainy night, so watching a video tape seemed like the best idea.
On her way home from campus, Ann stopped to pick one up. I was
shocked with her selection. A old classic, like Casablanca,
perhaps. A newer comedy or action film, maybe. She chose
neither. Instead, the contents of the black case held FAMILY
TABOO. A little X on the label provided an additional hint.
Holding the box open, I stared at my little sister. "An X-
rated movie? What were you thinking?"
Innocently, "Neither of us have dates. I just figured we'd
both be a little hard up. C'mon, it'll be cool."
She was right, I was hard up. Prior to Ann moving in with
me, I would rent or borrow adult videos. With some dates, it
repulsed them. With others, it helped set the mood. I've never
seen an entire film. Rather than argue with my baby sister, I
consented. She was 18 and old enough to watch it. All grown up.
The basic plot, if you want to call it that, was about two
teenage kids. They were supposed to be teens, 16 or so, but I
had my doubts. These two kids decide to have sex with one
another. They start out with getting naked and rubbing each
other. The girl gives the guy a blow job. As I watched, my
penis started to get stiff. I tried to remind myself that my
sister was sitting in the same room with me. But it didn't
matter. The video girl gave great head.
An older (early 30's, maybe) but beautiful woman then walks
into the room. It turns out that these two teens are brother and
sister. And the hot woman is the mother catching them in the
act. Instead of stopping them, she strips off her clothes. Her
tits compared to the teenage pair, were large. She joins her
daughter in sucking off the son. I had lost all concept of who
else was in the room with me, and watched as the three continued
their sexual adventures.
The teenage boy blows his load across his sister's face.
Her mother licks it off as the son starts to eat her vagina. The
whole thing, the taboo of it, made it all that more exciting.
And that made me return to reality.
I looked over at my own teenage sister. She was sitting
there, pulling her shirt off. Instead of reprimanding her, I
just let her sit there, watching the incestuous action on the
television, in her bra.
Contrary to every better judgement, her first words to me
were answered with a "yes."
Her question, "Want to try it?" She was asking me, her
older brother, to imitate what was on the screen. I gave the
affirmative response, my penis was starting to need release.
Once again, I would not see an entire video. Off went to
television. Ann volunteered to do a strip show for me.
We ran into my bedroom. I sat down on the corner of the bed
while I watched the show. She stroked her hands across her bra
covered chest. She rubbed the crotch of her shorts. And then,
down they came. The red head pranced around the room in her bra
and panties. She grabbed a pillow off he bed and placed it
between her legs. I dawned on me that she had likely done this
before. She moved the pillow back and forth across her crotch.
Occasionally, parts of it would slip away and then back. Little
glimpses of her pubic hair were quickly covered by a return pass
of the pillow. I was so turned on that I pulled off my shirt and
pulled down my slacks. I sat there, in my boxer shorts, watching
her remove her bra. She walked over to me and asked me to unsnap
her bra. I place a hand on the clasp, and with dexterity,
unhooked the clasp. She returned to her dance and she pulled it
away from her chest. She placed her hands on her beautiful
globes and juggled them up and down. This was too much for me, I
stood up and yanked down my shorts.
My sister raced over to my erect penis and started to give
me the best head job I had ever received. Her tongue rippling
over my penis and her lips moved back and forth over the length.
Just as I was about to ejaculate, she stopped. She lowered
he panties to reveal her vagina. Down on the bed, with her legs
spread. Just like that night I had come home. To bent down and
licked at it, flicking her clitoris with my tongue.
I was getting into it, but when the hand touched my head, I
looked up. Dear, sweet, Ann. She had a condom for me. "Put it,
and then put it in." Her language, it was shocking. But, I
listened and unrolled the condom over my penis. Slowly I slid my
penis into her. A few pumps, I started to shoot, filling up the
bag. Even as I started to go flaccid, I continue to pump. It
must have been useful, as Ann grabbed my butt and whined in
orgasmic pleasure.
We both went to bed together, naked. We knew what we did
was taboo. But we were safe about it. Some things never change.
Ann and I always loved to play together. Now, instead of
Monopoly, it was hot sex. We were both all grown up.
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