MY SISTER AND I: LOVE TWICE OVER
I'm Austin. This story takes place when I was 18 years old, and about to begin my senior year of high school. I'm 6 feet tall and relatively muscular and fit from wrestling. My sister Elizabeth was 22, and about to begin her final year at a nearby college, only 20 miles from our hometown. She is 5'9", has shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, and a tight body from years of soccer playing. She is tan, has 34C breasts, and an ass so tight you could bounce a quarter off of it. And so begins our story....
The end of summer. It is the time dreaded by almost all students; you feel like there is little time left to you, and wish to make the most of it. This was especially true in my case. I had had a good summer, full of beach time and outdoor programs, earning my permit, and in general, wasting time. But now it was drawing to a close, and there were still tasks to be accomplished. Filling my entire mind was my sister, Elizabeth, who I was infatuated with.
It began when we were younger, and I was in the midst of the confusing whirl of puberty, discovering what I liked, what I didn't, etc. One day I turned around at the pool, and it hit me all at once when I saw her wet body glistening in the sunlight: my sister was beautiful! It shattered the ice; it caused my desire to destroy the tenuous hold of the taboo. Since that day, my sister had a special role in my life. She is the template to which I compare all other girls, the greatest--and furthest--desire of my life.
But here we were, years later, and I was no further along the path to my sister than I had been before. She was returning to college in four weeks, and I got the growing feeling that my window of opportunity with her was shrinking rapidly. I knew that now was the time for action, or it would never happen. Unfortunately, my own inhibitions, doubts, and the stranglehold of taboo, seemed determined to prevent me doing anything.
We were spending two weeks at the beach in the last part of summer, and it was driving me insane!
Not only did I have the increasing feeling that I was rapidly running out of time, but beach time with the family is torture! Its not that I don't like the beach; its one of my favorite places in the world. But spending all that time with my sister, often when she covered only by a thin layer of skimpy material, is enough to make anyone crazy.
One day, out on the beach, I was out in the water, bodysurfing, when I noticed my sister coming out onto the beach. I returned to the beach to get my fill of ogling. We sat together on the water line, digging for periwinkles. I sat next to her, watching her out of the corner of my eye.
She bent over...and slowly slipped off my bathing suit, taking my cock lovingly into her mouth.... I shook my head, and the moment passed: she sat back up again, periwinkle in hand. Nothing had happened: my desire for her had formed a fantasy, manifest in my head. Shaken, I continued digging, still watching her. She reached back...to unclip her top, letting it fall to the ground, revealing her gorgeous breasts. She shook her hair back, and squeezed them lightly.... I jerked my head away, trembling gently with the desire this vision had brought. I had to stop doing that: I didn't want her to catch me ogling her. But I could not just walk away from such breathtaking beauty. She spread her legs slightly...and I reached into her crotch, slowly stroking her sweet, sweet pussy through the fabric before slipping my hand under her waistband.... I was seriously shaken by now. I couldn't stay next to her. I sprinted back into the water to cool off. I knew then that she had to be mine. I would never be free of her if I did not have her now.
That night I was plagued by these thoughts about her. I knew that I wanted her so badly that it ached. I knew that she was a great sister. I knew that she was a beautiful, wonderful, lovable woman. I then realized that I loved my sister. Truly loved her. Not only as a sister, but as the woman that she was. I loved her twice over. She was the woman of my dreams, and no man could ever, ever love her as much as I did.
Once I reached that realization, I knew that she must be mine, or I would die. I waited till late at night, and crept to her room, as I had done before. But I sat by her, watching her sleep. I loved her, and lusted for her, so much. I wanted her, not just in a sexual manner, but I loved her, and I wanted more than anything for her to love me back. I couldn't bring myself to touch her; I couldn't have her if she didn't want me too.
Despite my lack of physical progress, I had made a very important step. I was determined: I now knew the depths of my desire for her, and because of this, I was capable of making new decisions and had less regard for the consequences. Once I knew the end, I was prepared to use any means to achieve it.
A day later, I was starting to go insane. I needed my sister, but I didn't know where to begin. I knew that if I made one wrong move, she could be lost to me forever. I spent the day contemplating my plan of action. By the end of the day, all I had achieved was uncertainty, and a huge amount of desire for her. Each second spent without her was a second wasted; a tortuous, empty moment that drove me closer and closer to insanity. I felt an enormous amount of desire, and it needed to be sated.
That night, I snuck into her room again. I eased the covers away from her sleeping body. She is so perfect: such an angel on Earth that nobody could deserve. This drove my lust into frenzy. She looked so sexy, lying beneath me; her legs bare, her body loosely covered by a t-shirt, her crotch barely hidden by thin blue panties. I could barely restrain myself. I was so blinded by my desire, my caution was draining away. I gently placed her arms above her head. I nearly came right then and there; she was so beautiful and innocent lying like that.
Driven deeper into frenzied desire, I slipped my hands under the edge of her shirt. Slowly stroking her stomach, I caressed her in circles, moving slowly up her body. I felt the slope of her chest; I followed it up to the peaks of her breasts. I slowly stroked her boobs, following their perfect, round shape, barely touching her with the tips of my fingers. I traced the nipples, brought to life by my gentle touch. My restraint rapidly fading, I made a bold move, blinded by my desire for her. Withdrawing my hand from her shirt, I slowly rolled it up, lifting her gently to pull it up. Leaving it rolled up above her tits, she was exposed beneath me. I could faintly see her beautiful, bountiful breasts in the soft moonlight from the window. She has the most perfect boobs I have ever seen on anyone! They are perky, with absolutely no sagging, and their shape is flawless. She has pink, quarter-sized nipples, which are the perfect size for me. My knees nearly collapsed beneath me at this sight. She looked like a goddess; sensually displayed in the gentle light. I reached down and cupped one breast with my palm. It was the perfect shape for my hand; the orb filling my hand perfectly, the nipple tickling my palm.
I bent over, and kissed her other breast. I planted many kisses around her precious flesh. Finishing with a single kiss right on top of her nipple; after that kiss, I opened my lips, and licked the very end of her nipple. I took the point into my mouth, and sucked gently. I could have passed out at that moment. It felt so wonderful, having my sister's breast to myself. While I sucked, I applied light pressure to her other breast, feeling the wonderful texture of her womanly flesh. I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing the moment would never end.
But instead of sating my desire, such indulgence only fueled it. All pretense of caution forgotten, instinct began to kick in. Now I was only guided by primal urges and the intensity of my love for her. I released her breasts, and went for gold. Easing her legs apart, I set my head between them, my face a few inches from her prize. Coming from her was a sweet scent that I identified with her room at home. I stared at her creamy thighs emerging from the thin material in her crotch, and saturated myself with her aroma. I wanted her so badly that I began to physically ache with desire. Kneeling before her, I eased the material away from her body, intentionally averting my eyes from her. I slipped it over her ankles, and just like that, she had no panties on. I placed them momentarily before my face, inhaling her sweet scent once more. Then I dropped them to the floor, and finally looked at my exposed sister.
If I hadn't already been on my knees, they would have given out beneath me; as it was, my entire body trembled and shook at the sight. I saw pure perfection lying out before me. A strip of moonlight lay right across her crotch, and revealed what lay within. She had the most perfect pussy that I have ever seen. The lips were perfectly proportioned and shaped, and were obviously very tight. She had a small, well tended patch of brown hair just above her lips: she must have started shaving her pussy when she went off to college. The scent of her was at its strongest, and I could feel warmth on my face from it. With one trembling finger, I reached up, and touched one of the outer lips for the tiniest fraction of a second. My breath turned ragged. I couldn't believe that I had actually touched the focal point of all my desire.
She stirred slightly; I froze, watching her face closely. In retrospect, being frozen with my head between her knees would not have helped my case, had she awoken. But despite my fear, I could not bear to remove my head, not when I was so close. She became still once more, and I slowly released a breath that I hadn't noticed I was holding.
But this slight respite had caused my desire to build up with no release. It had by this time become a roaring inferno, taking hold of my limbs and guiding my actions. At this point, my logic and restraint was overpowered by my need for her. I was going for broke: I had to have her now, or I would waste away wishing for what could not be mine. With renewed determination, I returned my attention to her pussy. Moving with more purpose, I raised my finger once more, this time running it all around the outside of her pussy, tracing her outer lips. I made a second circle, applying slightly more pressure, my finger sliding over her smooth skin. I withdrew my finger and took a deep breath. This was it: no turning back. I was all in, everything or nothing. But I immediately knew what my decision would be. She had to be mine, at any cost.
This time, my finger went between her outer lips. I didn't enter her, but instead stroked her inner lips. I could feel a little moisture gathering on my finger, as her body began to respond to my touch. She was just a little damp, but I was glad that I was getting her hot. I continued my caressing of her womanhood. After a few moments, I felt more wetness building up in her pussy. As she continued to get wetter, my finger glided easily over her sensitive skin. Her lips began to become swollen as she got more and more turned on. She twitched slightly every so often, but I ignored it, focusing only on her pussy, which was rapidly approaching a soaked state. I stopped my wide strokes and traced smaller circles around her clit, which was becoming swollen and was peeking out from beneath its hood. Every so often I would strum my fingers over her love button, causing her hips to buck slightly, and her pussy started to become sopping. Her breath became fast and heavy, but my ears were deaf to her sound, and my mind was ignorant to the tiny voice of reason that was quietly voicing suggestions of discretion.
Her hips bucked upwards one last time, mashing her clit against my hand in one last effort to reach the climax that her body was so desperately seeking. Her entire body was held tense and rigid in the air for several long seconds, then she descended to the bed with a long "ohhhhhhhh" as the breath escaped from her lungs after her unconscious orgasm.
Breathing raggedly, I looked at the sight displayed before me. My beautiful sister was lying beneath me, her shirt rolled up to her neck, exposing her perfect breasts. Her legs were open, revealing her crotch, which was glistening in the moonlight, soaked in her juices. Her face was angelic: all traces of worry and stress were erased in the simple bliss of carnal pleasure. Feeling the wetness on my hand, I tentatively licked some of her juices from my finger. I marveled at its tart sweetness, and eagerly devoured all that had saturated my hand. But I wanted more. Bending down once more, I placed my face near her crotch. Not daring to place my tongue on her extremely sensitive pussy, I licked the juice that had seeped to her thighs, seeking all that I could, not wanting to waste a drop.
Licking my lips, I sought more from her. Glancing up, I saw her beautiful breasts once more, sticking out proudly from her chest. Moving my face closer, I saw that her sexual arousal had made her nipples rock hard. I reached out and moved the back of my hand over them, feeling them sticking into my hand. Flipping my hand back around, I gently grabbed one of her nipples with my thumb and index finger. Applying light pressure, I pinched and pulled it gently, feeling how it responded. Feeling bolder, I opened my hand and took her entire breast into my hand, surrounding her precious flesh with my palm. I squeezed her tit, none too gently. I loved the way it felt in my hand; it seemed that it belonged there. Keeping that hand on her left tit, I brought my mouth to her other nipple. I kissed it once, licked it, then latched my mouth over it, sucking greedily.
My caution had long ago been thrown to the winds, and all my attention was focused on the two mounds of flesh before me, so I did not notice her head turning slightly, nor when her eyes flitted open briefly, only to close once more as she tilted her head back in pleasure. It was only when she let out a quiet, involuntary moan of pleasure that I realized that she had awoken. Hearing her, I released her tits and leapt back, sputtering nonsense words in an attempt to explain. But what could I say? I knew that it was over: she had caught me. Now she would think I was a disgusting pervert, and would never want to see me again.
But then she looked over at me, and said in her quiet, angelic voice, "Shhhhh.... You'll wake everyone up." I stared at her incomprehensively, when she said the three words that I have never forgotten: "Please, don't stop...." I could have died then and there; I lost all power of speech, I could do nothing but stare in disbelief. Sitting up, she took grabbed the t-shirt that had until now been rolled up above her tits. She pulled it calmly over her head, leaving her completely naked. She lay back again, offering herself to me; waiting for me to return to her once more. Finding my voice again, I whispered, "Is this really what you want?" I could hardly believe that she could want me. She tranquilly responded simply with, "Come here." My legs seemed to be made of jelly; my knees would collapse if I moved them. But I stumbled over to her, and stood next to her bed. Sitting up, she grabbed hold of my head, pulled me close to her, and kissed me fiercely.
My eyes widened in shock, then closed in the sheer pleasure of the moment. She cupped my jaw, and I placed a hand behind her head, holding her tight to me. I could feel her tongue probing at my lips; I was incredibly inexperienced at the time, a novice in the field of romance. I had never even been kissed before, and so I didn't know what to do, but I allowed the passion of the moment and my love for my sister to take control. I opened my mouth and allowed her tongue into my mouth. It darted in and began probing the walls of my mouth; my own tongue rose to meet hers and pressed against it, darting past it and entering her mouth. Our tongues fenced for a little while longer, then, reluctantly, achingly, we parted.
"Was that your first kiss?" she asked. "Is it that easy to tell?" I asked, ashamed of my unworthiness. "I was kidding," she said gently, "it was wonderful. Besides, we'll have plenty of time to practice." I was in shock: we could have that time? Could we be together always? Only time would tell. Abandoning the thought, I returned my attention to the moment. She had lain back down on the bed. I did a double take; I had been so wrapped up in our kiss of passion that I had almost forgotten that she was naked. Her pure beauty struck me once more; I could feel the desire burning in the pit of my stomach. Somehow managing to sound both innocent and mischievous, she asked, "Weren't you in the middle of something?"
I was only too happy to oblige her. I returned to her breasts eagerly, practically mauling them with my hands before burying my face within them. My lips found her nipple once more, coaxing it back into its erect state. I suckled at it hungrily, as if she was my mother and I was seeking her precious milk. She let out a quiet sigh of satisfaction, and tilted her head back to enjoy the sensation. I was extremely pleased that I was bringing so much pleasure to her. I switched breasts, my mouth now working the other nipple as my other hand caressed and squeezed the tit that I had just been sucking. "Mmmmmmm...." she moaned as I continued my physical worship of her body.
Soon, however, she pushed me away. I feared that I had done something wrong, but she said calmly, "time to even the odds." I looked at her questioningly, and she gestured at my clothes. "You want me to..." I began, dazed. "It's only fair," she remarked playfully, looking down at her naked body. I quickly began to remove my shirt, but she said, "Wait. Do it slowly." I only wanted to please her, so I slowly pulled my shirt up, and over my head, exposing my toned torso. After that, I slowly removed my mesh shorts, leaving me only in my boxers. I hooked my thumbs into my waistband, then hesitated. This last piece of fabric separated my manhood from her view. I had had a raging boner from the start, but for some reason, I was hesitant to expose myself to her. I guess that I was afraid that I wouldn't be enough for her, or that upon seeing my hard on, she would realize how wrong the situation was and banish me from her life.
But I was determined; however, just as I built up the resolve to do it, she said, "Wait." Here it comes, I thought, now she'll send me out of her room and never speak to me again. Instead, she said words that excited me to the very core: "Let me do it." Rising for the first time from the bed, she walked slowly to the spot where I was standing. She knelt in front of me; I could have shot my load right then, seeing her on her knees like that. She reached up and hooked her fingers under my waistband. Slowly, lovingly, she pulled them down, down, down. My cock was caught under the fabric; only when she had pulled my boxers well down my legs did it spring from its cloth prison and fly up to stand at full attention. She finished pulling my boxers down; when I had stepped out of them, she tossed them carelessly aside. She then turned her focus intently on my manhood that stood, waiting for approval, just before her. I waited, hoping that I was good enough for her. She brought her face close up to it; as if she was inspecting it closely, but I saw in her eyes something that betrayed her playful ruse. I saw in her eyes a slight widening, a small gleam of approval; an expression that effectively said, "Wow." I immediately was much less tense: I was as close to relaxed as it is possible to be with the girl of your dreams kneeling naked in front of you with your cock in front of her face.Finally she looked up and said, in an almost straight face, "It'll do." Fighting a laugh that could have awoken my family, I said, "You little tease!" But the smile was immediately wiped from my face when she suddenly reached up and touched it. I shuddered and let out a quick, rattling breath. Glancing up at me after this reaction, she returned her attention to the penis in her face. She ran her fingertips up one side and down the other, barely touching it at all, but it felt so good that I could hardly stand it. Reaching the base once more, she wrapped her hand around it and brought it slowly up to the very top and all the way to the base again; not jacking me, but just feeling it. She continued her slow pumping as I trembled at the sensations that were coursing through my body. Her hands were so warm, and so soft.... I fought hard not to blow it then (pun intended) and have it end so early; but it was so hard. I mean, this was my sister, the girl I had dreamed about for years, and now she had her hand wrapped around my cock, feeling it up...and down....
Just when I thought I had gained some sort of control, she applied more pressure; getting a more firm grip around my penis, she began jacking me off in earnest. Pressing my lips tightly shut to suppress the noise, I let out a groan that came out as an urgent "MMMMMMM!" She looked up at me, both amused and glad that she was bringing me such pleasure. She released my cock and stood up. I was almost glad for the respite, allowing me to cool down so that I didn't erupt too early. Taking me by the hand, she led me back over to the bed. She pushed me roughly down onto it, so that I was lying on my back with my cock pointing up at her. Kneeling once more between my legs, she resumed her insistent jacking of my dick. I was fiercely determined that I would not come yet, but all the same, the sensations that flowed through me were otherworldly.
"Ohhhhhh..." I moaned. "You like that?" she asked teasingly. "Oh God!" was all I could muster. She smiled broadly; gripping me by the base, she stopped her pumping and held my dick straight out from my body. She stared at it for a few seconds, then brought her face up to it. She stuck out her tongue, and licked up the shaft, leaving a shining trail of saliva along the underside. When she reached my frenulum, I shuddered as she stimulated my trigger with her burning tongue. Moving higher, she licked the head like a lollipop, then swirled her tongue, once, twice around it, then pulled her face away, leaving her tongue stuck out; a string of spit reached from her tongue to my cock. I watched as it finally broke; she licked her lips with a loud smack. "Wow." I stuttered. I could barely breathe from the pleasure that had just shaken my body.
My desire for her reared its head once more, starting in the pit of my stomach, then roaring up till it set the blood pounding in my ears, and my skin tingled right down to my toes. In a frenzy, I rose and practically tackled her in my haste to obtain her. I knocked her back onto the on the so that she was lying on her back, and I was on top of her. She looked afraid for a moment, but then I kissed her hard, trying to show her just how happy she was making me and how much I wanted her. We kissed with the fury, intensity, and desperation of two people that wanted nothing more than each other; and now that we had each other, we would never let go.
With an effort that caused my body to ache, I pulled myself from her. She opened her eyes slowly, and gleaming within them I saw the fire that burned inside me as well. I got off of her and got up on my knees. She sat up, and pushed me roughly back again. "I wasn't done," she said, still managing to keep up her game despite the desire I saw raging within her. With me lying on my back again, she put her head between my legs again. This time, however, there was no teasing. She knew what she wanted, and no one could stop her from having it. She opened her lips and took my shaft into her mouth and latched her lips over it. Applying gentle suction, she sloooowly moved her head up and down, moving so gradually that it took her almost five seconds to move from the very tip to the limit of her ability to fit (she couldn't go too far, but she didn't ever gag.) She was moving so slowly, that I knew she wasn't trying to suck me off--at least not yet--but just getting used to, or maybe savoring, the feel of my manhood in her mouth. I released a long breath through pursed lips, producing a whew sound. Even though she was going slowly, I felt wonderful. Her mouth was so warm, wet, and smooth, and while it felt incredible, her slow pace prevented me from getting too excited. I was kept in a state of perpetual semi-orgasm: not quite stimulated enough to come, but so aroused and blissful that I was barely aware of my surroundings.
Soon afterwards, however, as she became more comfortable with my dick in her mouth, she wrapped her hand around the shaft, below her lips. She slowly jerked me as she continued to bob her head up and down: she found her rhythm, and slowly picked up the tempo. She sped up so gradually, I could barely notice it from watching her. But I could feel it: oh God, could I. My breath became shorter and quicker, my face burned, I could feel a throbbing in my body as each heartbeat carried more and more testosterone and adrenalin throughout my body, setting my flesh aflame with a burning passion that I had never felt before. I managed to gasp out, "If you keep that up I won't last another two minutes!" She pulled her lips away from my cock with a pop that made me twitch involuntarily with desire. She kept her hand wrapped around my dick and continued pumping it up and down as she spoke, saying, "Maybe that's what I want."
With a devilish smile, she bent down over me again, flicking her hair out of her face carelessly. Returning to my dick, she went into double time, bobbing her head and pumping her hand with abandon. With a shuddering, "Aha!" my head shot back, my eyes squeezed tightly shut as I struggled to maintain control. But it was a losing battle; I knew that I had very little time left in me. Trying to breathe quietly, I looked down again; she had closed her eyes. I panted "This is it!" with urgency. Hearing this, she didn't remove her head, but instead began moving in a frenzy, milking me for everything I had. She opened her eyes, and looked up into my face.
When our eyes locked, many things happened at once, all coming together to form one single glorious moment. Up till now, I had been in a dream-like state, not quite able to believe that I was doing this sort of stuff with my sister. Seeing her looking up at me, though, the reality of the situation hit me like a brick wall. My sister, the beautiful woman that had captivated my dreams years ago, was sucking me off with passion in her face; she wanted this; I was the one that she had chosen to give herself to. When I reached that realization, the dam finally burst. I came harder than I ever had before, erupting into my sister's mouth. I would have screamed out right there, had I not clung to my last shred of self-control and clamped my mouth shut tight. Even so, I let out a worryingly loud groan deep in my throat. Gasping for a second breath, I released it as a rattling sound that could be roughly equated to a "Haaaaaaahhhhhhhhh" as I felt the waves of pleasure pulsing throughout my body, from the tips of my toes through my core to the top of my head. My skin tingled all over with the heat of satisfaction. I collapsed back to the bed: every single muscle had given out. Every few seconds my whole body would twitch and I would draw a sharp breath as the waves of the aftershock radiated outward from my center.
Fighting just to open my eyelids, I looked down at my sister. She had the closest thing to a smile on her face as it is possible to have with your lips clamped tight and your cheeks bulging very slightly from the mass of your brother's cum in your mouth. Keeping her lips tightly pressed around my cock, so as not to lose a single drop of my juice, she swished the cum around in her mouth. It swirled around my dick, which was still well inside her mouth. The heat and thickness of it felt incredible swirling around my cock. Maintaining powerful suction, she raised her head, trying to get my penis out of her mouth without losing any cum. Finally, my dick slipped from her mouth and she sat up. She continued to swish it around in her mouth, savoring the flavor. Watching her, I managed to mumble, "You are so..." then stopped, trying to think of a word that could do justice to her. Unable to find a suitable superlative, I settled for silence and watched her play with my cum in her mouth. She finally tilted her head back, and swallowed the lot in two big gulps.
"You taste so sweet," she commented. She lowered her head to my crotch again and licked at my slowly softening dick, seeking any last trace of flavor from it. Pushing her away from my extra-sensitive organ, I said back to her teasingly, "I bet you're sweeter." I rolled her over so that she was the one lying on her back, and I was the one in front of her. I stretched up, and kissed her once on the forehead, once on her nose, then kissed her hard on her beautiful lips. I tasted the salty-sweet flavor of my own cum, but I didn't care; I wanted to show her how I felt. Perhaps I could express physically what my words could not. I cut our kiss short, however, and continued my downward journey. I planted kisses on her neck; she squirmed slightly at this, letting out a sigh of pleasure. I continued on, kissing down her chest before finding each nipple with my mouth and taking each into my mouth for a few seconds, sucking gently. But I didn't linger too long; kissing down her stomach, I reached her belly button. Here I stopped kissing, and stuck out my tongue, licking circles around it, leaving shining trails of saliva. I could smell her aroma more strongly than ever. Clearly she was as turned as I was. With that in mind, I trailed down between her legs, and dove in.
Having never done anything like this, I didn't really know what to do. But with what I knew from watching porn movies, and with my love for her guiding me, I would do my best, and hope I would be able to please her. I licked once up her slit; right up the middle with my tongue flattened wide. She jerked violently, whispering "Oh God!" I celebrated internally in my success in bringing her pleasure. All I wanted was to make her happy, and my own desires had taken the backseat to hers; in fact, my desires were to make her happy. In a sense, I got off by getting her off. Licking at her pussy once more, I marveled at how much juice my tongue gathered with a single lick: she was positively soaking. I savored her sweetness, loving the taste of my sister's pussy. I licked up her slit a third time, but this time I left my tongue on her cunt, and went back down again. I kept up the pattern, licking up and down, never removing my tongue from her delicious flesh. She squirmed and twitched from the pleasure that filled her body. I stopped my cycle at the top of her pussy; her clit was very swollen and had come out from its hiding place beneath its hood. I moved my tongue straight up so that it passed directly over her button. She practically jumped at this, letting out a high pitched yelp of pleasure. Glancing back up at her, I tried to say "Shhhhhhhh," but it was made difficult by the fact that I was trying to suppress a laugh. Panting slightly, she said, "Sorry. But please don't stop it feels so good!" Returning my face to her pussy, I flicked my tongue over her clit quickly. She twitched again at this, but managed to stay quiet. I flicked my tongue across it once more, then tongued it quickly, over and over (a little skill I picked up from playing clarinet). She squirmed so much as I did this that I had trouble holding her still enough to hit her clit each time.
As her writhing became more intense, however, I pulled my face back again. She looked down at me: she was so cute, practically begging me with her eyes not to stop. Even in the silvery half-light of the moon, I could tell that her face was flushed with color. She was breathing heavily; her breasts heaved up and down as she panted. Beseechingly, she said, "Please..." I could have fainted; here was my sister, pleading me so desperately to continue my pleasuring of her. How could I refuse her?
This time, however, I locked my lips over her pussy, and stuck my tongue into her opening, prompting a major response from Elizabeth. She squeezed her thighs together, holding my head in place. She bit her pillow to stifle her cry of delight. The inside of her pussy was so warm and slick on my tongue. Again I marveled at the sweetness of her juices, and savored their flavor. I withdrew my tongue briefly, then plunged it back in once more, causing her to jump again. Withdrawing a second time, I swirled my tongue in a circle around her pussy, encompassing all of her vulva with a single sweep of my tongue. I began a pattern, in which I would lick all over her pussy, and occasionally dip into her opening again. Each time I did, she would cry out into her pillow, and I would smile internally, overjoyed that I was making her so happy. Focusing my mouth higher up, I stuck a finger into her pussy. She was so wet that my finger was accepted easily, so I inserted a second. I marveled at the intensity of the heat, the tightness of her cunt, and the amount of moisture I found within. She was beginning to really writhe about, and her breathing was heavy. She managed to gasp out, "Oh my God...that feels so...so good! I...I'm going to...I'm going to come!" Hearing this, I clamped my mouth over her clit, and tongued it repeatedly, as my fingers went into overdrive, pumping in and out of her pussy over and over. I wanted nothing more at that moment other than to make her come; to cause her to explode in pleasure as she had done to me. I loved her so much, and her happiness was all that mattered.
And then: she came. She erupted with the same volcano of pleasure that she had caused within me. Convulsing and jerking on the bed, she pressed the pillow into her face as she cried out over and over in sheer ecstasy. I could feel her vagina clamping onto my fingers, as if it was trying to grab a hold of them, so that they would never be removed. At last, however, she began to return to earth. Her pussy released its tenuous hold on my fingers, and I removed them grudgingly from inside of her. I licked my hand clean of her juices, reveling in its sweetness. She lay quietly on the bed, her pillow having fallen to the floor, her eyes closed, and her body still. She was still coming down from her high, recovering from the orgasm that had shaken her body. I was elated that she was so blissful. I lay on my side next to her as she recuperated, holding her close to me. I could feel her trembling in my arms, and hugged her tight to my body. Her skin was hot on mine, and it seemed to tingle with the electricity of her pleasure. At that moment, I was at peace: I had just given my sister the orgasm of a lifetime, and now I had her to myself, feeling her bare skin on my own as I held her close.
She opened her eyes slowly, and looked at me. She wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me fiercely. It was the most passionate kiss we had yet shared, as she tried to express her own feelings to me. We held each other tightly, and kissed: passionately, desperately, blissfully, intensely, fiercely, lustfully, achingly, tenuously, and so many other words that haven't yet been invented. We continued kissing for a long time, each just exulting in the other's being. After several minutes, our lips parted, and we just lay together, holding each other tight, trying to be as close as possible, feeling each other's warmth, and simply enjoying being together. I felt at that moment that all was right with the world, and nothing would ever be wrong again, as long as I had my sister in my arms.
Since when I had begun eating her out, my hard on had returned in earnest, and was now pressed into the smooth skin of her stomach. She snaked her hand between our bodies, and wrapped it around my shaft. I let out a quiet "Oh" in surprise and pleasure. She began pumping it up and down slowly, and I groaned in pleasure. She asked quietly, but with absolute conviction, "Do you want to fuck me?" I was completely shocked, and couldn't believe my ears. "Is that what you really want?" I spluttered. "Yes," she responded simply, "but do you want to fuck me?"
I thought about it briefly. I valued virginity, and wasn't one to give it away lightly: I thought of it as one of the few gifts that you could give to someone forever, and it could only be given once. But I also regarded sex as a way of proving, reinforcing, and consummating one's love. I certainly loved Elizabeth, and would do anything to prove my love to her. If there was anyone on this Earth that I would give my virginity to, it was her. So I said strongly, "Yes. Oh God, yes. More than anything in the world." She didn't say anything back: she didn't need to. She just rolled me so that I was on top of her. That is a sight I will remember always: her lying beneath me, her lips curled into a soft smile as I prepared to give to her the gift of myself.
I lined my dick up with her pussy, but didn't enter her just yet. It seemed so unreal; I couldn't believe that my sister wanted me to have sex with her! It was as if I was in a euphoric dream; everything seemed to be seen through a haze of happiness, love, and lust. Simply put, it seemed too good to be true, and so I had to savor every moment as if the entire illusion could shatter at any time. But deep in my soul, I could feel that this was real; and more than anything else, I could feel that this was the start of something more important than anything I had ever known.
I asked tentatively, "Are you ready?" She nodded gently. A million thoughts flashed through my head. Thoughts of disbelief, thoughts of joy, thoughts of desire, but most important: thoughts about the significance of this very moment. In this split second, in this single movement of my hips, I would give away forever my virginity, my first time; I would cease to be a boy, and become a man. For that is what defines a man: power. The power to bring pleasure to a woman, the power to father a child, the power to claim his mate forever. I was about to give my virginity and love to my sister, and in return, she would grant me that power. The importance of that moment, that first thrust: it was beyond my ability to comprehend. But despite these thoughts, I was driven by one overpowering desire: my need to have my sister. My need to take her, to make her mine, to unite us at last. And so to myself I thought, I am ready too.
And at last, after years of longing and desire, years of indecision and desperation, years of lust and love, I finished what had begun when I had seen her stepping out the shower so long ago, and began the new chapter of my life: the chapter in which I was a man. At last, I took my sister for my own. At last, I thrust into her pussy, and made us one.
We gasped as one when I entered her. I slid in as far as I could go, and stopped there. I was in awe of how good it felt: it was so warm, tight, wet and velvety soft inside of her. The sensations that I felt just from that one single thrust were unlike anything I had ever experienced or even imagined. I could immediately tell that this was where my manhood belonged: deep within her womanhood. We were fused; I had filled the space that made her incomplete, and she had accepted that which I had given her. We were no longer two imperfect people, but one complete and flawless being.Buried deep within her, I whispered into her ear, "What about protection?" My body hated that this could lead to us not having sex, but what little shred of reason and self-control I had left was adamant on being smart about this. But she spoke words that relieved every cell in my body, "Don't worry about it. I went on the pill a year ago." I then said, "This can't be your first time. You're so beautiful: how could the guys keep away from you?" She laughed--or tried to--but her breath caught when her laughter caused her body to shake and therefore vibrate around my shaft. She inhaled sharply, and I squeezed my eyes shut and shuddered. After we had a moment to recover, she said, "There was one guy a while ago. I thought he was such a wonderful guy, and I thought I loved him, so I had sex with him. But he ended up just leaving me for some other girl." "I'm so sorry Elizabeth; I can't believe anyone would do anything like that to someone as amazing as you." I said in shock. "It's okay," she said, "but you've shown me what real lovemaking is. This might as well be my first time, because it's the first time I've ever been with someone who actually cared about me."
"Elizabeth...." I gasped out, and kissed her again. I could feel the electricity passing between us, forming a perfect circle flowing through our lips and back again through our joined sexes. I kissed her hard, never wanting to let her go. She pulled her lips away, however, to say these magical words: "Please...fuck me...." Nothing on Earth could have stopped me from complying. I pulled my dick most of the way out, then pushed hard into her. We both gasped again, and took a moment to recover. I began a second thrust, moving with my entire body into her. Again I thrust into her, and again, and again, and again! I began to pick up the tempo as we both rushed into each other with the desperation and passion of our desire. My entire body tingled with pleasure as I penetrated her over and over again. Our gasps came as one, our hearts beat as one. We wrapped our arms around each other as we made love, holding on for dear life, as if when we let go, we would be torn from each other forever.
"Oh God!" she moaned. I had long since lost any capability of speech, only being able to manage grunts and groans of ecstasy. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" she repeated over and over in a higher and higher pitch as she began to grow closer to her climax. I lost control of my thoughts and actions: I went into a frenzy, as I stampeded into her. I pumped her furiously, never stopping. She lost her ability to speak too, and instead cried out over and over, each time I thrust into her, climbing ever closer to her orgasm. She buried her face in my shoulder to muffle her cries. She began to tremble uncontrollably, and her yelps of pleasure reached a fevered pitch. She slammed her body into me one more time, and she became stiff as she came in an earthshaking orgasm. Her cries ceased, but her mouth was open in a silent scream. Her pussy clamped down like a vice on my dick. For several long seconds, she stayed like that. Then, at long last, she collapsed like a rag doll. She drew in a long breath, released it in an extremely shaky sigh, then gasped in another rattling one. Even coming down from her high, I could tell she was still feeling more pleasure than she ever had before. I continued to thrust into her, and she jerked violently each time I did. I knew I only had seconds left in me. I clamped my eyes shut, knowing that I would come, and come hard.
I don't know if she meant to say it, or even if she knew she did, but, still in her post-orgasm daze, she said to me, "I love you." My eyes shot open, my legs stiffened, my back arched. All in a split second, I realized so many things. My sister loved me! She loved me! All the time spent aching for her to want me back, and now she did. She loved me, and now she would be mine. We would have each other: forever. All these things flashed through my mind in the tiniest fraction of a second. As I finally knew that my dream had come true, that my fantasy had come to life, that I at last possessed the only thing that I ever could want, I came. ...well, actually, I exploded! I unleashed a torrent into my sister's pussy, firing stream after stream into her. Stars flashed before my eyes, darkness ate at the corners of my vision, and my entire body burned; burned with the fire that raged deep within my soul. I had no idea where I was, or what was going on. For several glorious seconds, I floated in Paradise. But I eventually descended back to Earth, back into that moonlit room where my sister lay. But I was not sad to leave that Paradise. Because for me, this one, where my sister was mine at last, was just as good.
We both began to lose consciousness, all of our energy spent. But just before we fell asleep in each other's arms, I whispered into the darkness, "I love you...."