My Little Sister

[Magic Merlin]

It had been quite a while since I had last seen my little sister. She went away to college when I was 31 and got married shortly thereafter to guy I had never liked. My sister was quite a bit younger than me, but we had always gotten along very well.

I suppose the age difference, 13 years, made here more special to me than my other siblings. She was 5 years old when I went away to college and by the time I finished grad school she was a beautiful 11 year old tomboy. Thats when I moved back to the town I grew up in and opened up my own business. It was during those intervening years, between 11 and 18, that her and I grew quite close. Then she went away to college...

Well, here it was four years after she was married and she just called me to say that she was getting a divorce. Her husband, she found out, was running around on her and screwing every skirt he could catch. She called because she needed to get away, and wondered if she could come and stay with me for a while until she had a chance to get her life figured out. I was expecting her any day now........

 

[Eyesdowncast]

I was so nervous ringing the bell at my brother's apartment. Although he was much older than me, I had always felt such affection for him. Sometimes I worried about the level of the intensity of my affection. Did he notice that I was hesitant to release his neck after he hugged me? Did he realize my nipples hardened when he brushed against me? I wanted him to answer the door so badly . . . and I feared what I might do upon seeing him . . .

 

[Magic Merlin]

I was trying to finish up some work before she got here. I wanted to make sure I would have free time to spend with my little sister. As the day went on my mind kept drifting back to the last time I saw her. That was almost a year ago, right after I got my divorce. I was feeling pretty down and was on my way home from a business trip. At the last minute I decided to stop off at my sister's house and surprise here. I needed some cheering up after the divorce.

I rememeber arriving at my sister's house. I knocked on the door but there was no answer. Her car was there but no sign of her! I walked around to the backyard to see if she was there and there she was. Leaning over planting some type of flowers or something. Wow! I remember thinking. There she was in her cutoffs wearing a small top that showed the fullness of her breasts. I think I must of stood there mesmerized or something because she turned around real quick and looked kind of startled, but then as the realization hit her that it was her big brother, her face softened, her eyes got real big and she let out a scream and came runnign over and jumped into my arms.

God, it was good to see her. The one person in my life who was always glad to see me and who had an understanding of me unlike anyone else. I remember feeling the softness of her body as she held me. My spirits were suddenly lifting!!!

Well, that was a year ago and I hadn't seen little sister since that time. The thought of seeing her now was becoming very sweet. Something was happening in me that I had not felt in a long time....Then I hear the doorbell....She must be here!!


I anxiously run to the door. As I open it I see my little sister, standing there looking a little nervous. For a moment, we seem to be locked in a tenuous stare, but then I reach out to her and she jumps into my arms and we just hold each other for a long minute....

Oh, it feels good to hold her....I feel her body come up next to mine....Every curve of of her flesh is next to mine...It makes me tingle....For a solitary moment, I become aware of a hardness against my chest. And I wonder in that moment if she can feel the hardness of me pressed against her....

As we release our embrace, we look at each other for the first time. I see light tears in her eyes....Feeling so much affection for her, I take her head in my hands and softly press my lips to her eyes letting her know how deeply I love her....


[This message has been edited by magic merlin (edited 05-03-2000).]

 

[Eyesdowncast]

Oh, my god . . . he's kissing my eyes. How many times I've thought about those lips on me and now I can feel them.

When my brother pulled back and looked deeply into my eyes, I felt myself blushing. Could he read my mind? Could he feel the effect his hands and lips were having on me?

I grinned and broke the spell and gently pushed myself into the room.

"Looks like big brother had done pretty well for himself", I said as I took inventory of the furnishings and electronics! Certainly he didn't live this well when he was still married to the ex-bitch. I never did like her - she never did deserve to have someone like him. Besides, she was flat chested, and in my book that's unforgivable! I thank god every day for my breasts - they've helped me tremendously in my life. Except in my current situation, of course. My husband loved my hooters, but he loved everyone else's too.

At this point I notice my brother looking at me like he wants to ask me something. Probably about my husband, so I decided to fill him in.

"I guess you're curious about what's going on with me, so I'll give you the Cliff Notes on my so-called marriage. I know Bob's been fooling around for about six months now. At first I wasn't sure, but when a man is making love to you and you smell pussy on his hands and face, you KNOW he's been somewhere before he crawled into your bed! I tried not to mind, and to be honest, the smell of another woman on my man turned me on in a perverse sort of way. But after a while it got to be too much. I followed him and discovered he wasn't cheating with another woman . . . he was cheating with 3 of them! So, short story long, I fucked him. Literally and figuratively. Last night I fucked him till he couldn't walk and then this morning I wiped out the bank account and headed to your house".

My brother stared at me. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, and that worried me. Was he disappointed in me that I wiped out my joint bank account or was he surprised that I like the smell of pussy? Finally, he broke his silence.

"You poor thing. I knew things weren't right, and I hate to make you feel worse, but I think he's been cheating on you for a lot longer than six months. But you're here now, and I'm going to take care of you."

I was so relieved. I knew I could count on my brother to accept me and my situation. I don't know why I was worried.

"Mind if I take a shower and wash off the road dirt?", I asked. "Then maybe we can grab a bite to eat, I'm starved!". My brother showed me the room I'd be sleeping in and explained that we'd have to share a bathroom (his dark room was set up in the guest bath).

I stripped off my sandals, jeans, thong and t-shirt. And, as per my usual routine, examined my body in the bathroom mirror. I decided I liked the all-over tan I had recently acquired. I plucked at my nipples and gently squeezed my breasts. Large, but still firm, good. I again consider that I should wear a bra before these big boys head south, but I love the feel of fabric rubbing on my nipples. As I turn to check out my backside, I notice my brother watching me through the crack in the door. A thrill runs through me and lands directly in my clit! I pretended not to notice him and prolonged my examination of my body . . .

 

[Magic Merlin]

"Incredible!" was all I could think. I'm walking by the bathroom and notice the door is open a crack. There is my sister stripping off her clothes. I couldn't help but stand and watch her. My god, but how she had grown up! I was transfixed standing there wathching her as she took of her jeans. Pulling them off over her hips and seeing her in only that little thong and t-shirt. What a sight!! She then continued with her t-shirt, pulling it off over her head exposing the most beautiful full breasts I had ever seen. And not a tan line in sight. I always loved watching a beautiful woman undress when they thought no one was looking. Such a sensual feeling watching a woman in her natural state.

As she tossed away her thong, she cupped her breasts and started pulling on her nipples as if admiring them. "Wow," I thought, how I would love to be doing that. At that moment she turned to look at her tush, which was incredibly firm but curvy in all the right places. As she turned I swear our eyes met for a moment, but acted as if she didn't notice me. I quickly came to my senses and continued on to my bedroom to change my clothes and let her finish taking her shower.

My sister and I had never had what you would call an overtly sexual thing for each other. Or if we had, we both kept it deeply locked away because of our relationship to each other. Sure, we had seen each other in varying stages of nudity, as most families do. But I had never seen her completly naked, at least enough to fully appreciate how beautiful she really was. It was always so natural between us. But now, I could feel myself becoming very aroused at the sight of her. And yet it didn't feel wrong, just new.

Just after she arrived today and we hugged, I noticed her looking a little flushed, but then she grinned and walkied into my place taking a look all around. Probably wanted to see how a bachelor lived and then give guff because of all my toys. Yeah, I'm your typical guy. I like to live comfortably, but not extravagant. Except I love the electronic gadgets. Still the little boy in me. I have to have my toys!!

Anyways, as she pushes past me she comments on how well I have done for myself and then gets this sour look on her face for a second as if she is thinking of something or someone that she doesn't like. But just as quickly, her smile returns... I had to smile at that. She was always the bold, brash and brave one. She gave our parents fits at times when she was a teenager. Never in serious trouble, just liked to do what she wanted and when she wanted. Loved to argue with them and her teachers. She always gave everyone fits but me. Maybe thats what made us close. I was very much the same way, but I never argues with people about it, I just did what I wanted. I figured as long as I didn't do anything bad and never hurt anyone, whats it to them.

My sister however, loved to butt heads with anyone she thought was getting in her way. Except with me. With me she always deferred. Always let me be the one to lead. Just as if anything I wanted to do or say was okay with her. Anyways, as I'm lost in thought my sister gives me a quick rundown on what was going on with her and why she had come to see me.

She discovered that her husband, Bob, was not only running around with one, but actually three women. She was describing in somewhat graphic detail, mind you (not the little sister language I was use to), of how she had found out of his affairs and left him by giving one last good fucking and then cleaning out their bank account and headed here to see me. I was seeing a side of my sister that had, for the most part, never been shown to me. At least in this graphic of detail. However, I was glad to see that she had stood up for herself and gotten even with that bastard. How he ever thought he deserved her I will never know?

One thing about her, she never hurt anyone. She was the gentlest creature on earth. However, if someone fucked with her and betrayed her, my sister would get back. Not what I would call in a mean way, but just get even.

At that point I told her how sorry I was and that Bob didn't deserve someone like her. I said for her not to worry about him anymore as she was now in a place where she would be loved and taken care of. I told her to relax and just enjoy being home for a while.

Those words seemed to really console her. For she then looked very relaxed like the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders...It always amazed me how good it felt to have that impact on someone. Someone who when they are in your presence, make you feel as if you could do no wrong....I could see by the look in her eyes that this was going to be a very special time for us...

"I'm starved big brother. Let me take a shower and get clean and then we can grab something to eat." "Okay sis, you will be sleeping in this room here and as my other bathroom serves as my darkroom, we will have to share my bathroom. I hope you don't mind that." "Not at all," she said with a devlish grin on her face. "Just make sure you knock before you come in, okay."

"Oh, by the way sis, when you finish your shower, I have a little surprise for you. So hurry up and come on out and I will have dinner ready for us. By the way, do you want any wine with your dinner?".

"That would be wonderful, hon. After this long day, I just want to unwind and curl up beside you on the couch tonight and feel loved again. Will that be okay?"..

"That sounds wonderful, little one."

I am looking forward to this time with her. It feels so good to have her around again. I wonder though if she is aware of the affect she is having on me? Did she feel how aroused I was when we were hugging? I have to remember to behave myself. She is my baby sister, after all.

A while later, I hear the shower turn off and just as I'm finishing preparing our dinner, her comes my little sister, wet hair and all. I stop in my tracks and I guess I'm staring because she looks at me smiling and says, "Whats wrong big brother? You've seen me dressed in much less than this many times."

"Yes, I know, but you have grown up a lot since then. Sorry, I'm staring but its a pleasure to be able to entertain such a beautiful woman in my home. Even if she is my little sister. Now go get dressed so we can eat." Off she runs, and as she turns to go off to her bedroom her towel spins with her revealing her long tanned legs.....What she must think of me???.....

[This message has been edited by magic merlin (edited 05-03-2000).]

 

[Eyesdowncast]

On my way back to my room to get dressed I realize I'm feeling a delicious sense of anticipation - like I used to feel before a first date!

Oh, I wish I could find someone like my big brother. Handsome, muscular without being "pumped" and those eyes! A girl could get lost in those eyes!

I choose my favorite jeans with the worn out knees and frayed pockets and slip them on over a white thong. I grab another tiny white muscle-man type tee and pull it over my head, admiring the way it clung to my breasts and barely showed the darkness of my nipples through the material.

It was at this moment that I realized I was behaving as if I were dressing for a date! I must be crazy, I thought! This is my big brother, not some guy I'm going to wind up in bed with! Nonetheless, I made sure I remembered perfume before I went back out to the kitchen.

"What's cookin'?", I asked. "Nothing too complicated. Just steaks and baked potatoes", was the reply. A bottle of wine was open and my brother poured me a big glass. God, did he look good! Was it my imagination, or had he put a little special effort into his grooming as well?

(ooc) got to log off, will enjoy finishing this scenario a little later!

 

[Eyesdowncast]

Dinner was terrific! The conversation revolved around gossip about who was doing whom back in our home town and other matters that would be boring to anyone else.

Halfway through the third (yes, third!) bottle of wine my brother suggested we move to the living room. We both settled on the sofa, close but not touching. After all the conversation in the kitchen, we just enoyed sitting in silence for a while contemplating our wine buzz!

After a few minutes, I reached over and gently squeezed my brother's bicep. "Thank you so much for taking me in like this", I said. "Leaving Bob was the hardest thing I've ever done, even if he was a shit! I think the scariest part was that I would be completely responsible for myself, and you know I've never had to do that! First, Dad took care of me and then I moved right in with Bob. Hell, even when I was in college I still felt like Daddy was there to take care of everything."

"I know", my brother replied. "I think it's good for you to learn how to be more independent, but start by taking baby steps. You don't have to do everything at once. Lean on me, let me help you out. I always did enjoy having you look up to me and depend on me a little!", he concluded.

He was so sincere. The warmth in his eyes was just too much for me to resist. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek . . .

and when I should have pulled back and returned to my spot on the sofa, I just couldn't. I stayed next to him, my face just inches from his, my brother looking into my eyes with a somewhat confused expression. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was my need to have a good man take care of me, maybe it was Saaaatan (said like the Church lady from Saturday Night Live), I don't know. All I know is that at that moment I wanted to kiss my brother, and not the way one would normally kiss their kin. I wanted to put my hands on each side of his face and explore his mouth with my tongue.

As I leaned in to act on my impulse, he somewhat akwardly pushed me away. I was hurt and confused. I honestly thought I was picking up on vibes from him that he wanted me to kiss him. I was embarassed. I knew better than this! This was the stuff those backwoods hill billies were accused of - incest! It wasn't natural, normal, acceptable. Nonetheless, I knew what I wanted, and had the tingle in my panties to prove it.

As my brother stood up I couldn't help but notice bulge in his jeans. He could protest all he wanted, but it was evident to me that I was having some kind of affect on him, whether he wanted me to or not.

At this point I think I stopped thinking of him as a brother and considered him more of a challenge. The sane, sober side of my brain tried to argue that I'd regret what I was getting ready to do, but my buzzed, horny side urged me on.

I pulled my tee over my head and challenged my brother. "Can you really tell me you have no interest in my that isn't "brotherly?", I asked him. "Can you look at me standing here like this, offering myself to you and resist touching me?"

The look in my brother's eyes was one I'd never seen before. Lust, anger, confusion, several different emotions seemed to be present all at once.

Leaving me standing there with my breasts exposed, nipples hard and my breath coming in rapid little bursts, my brother slammed out of the apartment. Seconds later I heard the engine rev on his car and then I heard squealing tires as he left the complex.

"Shit!", I cried. I was embarassed, hurt and most of all I felt rejected. Why did every fucking man I cared about end up rejecting me? Why wouldn't my brother accept the love I wanted to give him? As I stumbled toward my bedroom it fleetingly crossed my mind that I might regret my actions in the morning. I would have to wait and see. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow . . .

 

[Magic Merlin]

"Damn, damn, damn," I was thinking as I sped off in my car. My heart was racing, I could feel every beat of my heart as the blood pulsed through my veins. "Had I almost taken my sister? I mean had I almost just given into the desire and passion and carried her off to my bed? To take her? To make her mine???" Yes, I had.

My senses were so completely overloaded, that all I could think back in the living room was that here was my hot, horny and sweet little sister offering herself to me. She was offering me, her big brother, here most precious thing she could give. "Why did I always have to think so much? Why couldn't I just for once in my life give myself over to my passions?"

Have you ever been so horny and lusted after someone so much that it actually made your balls ache? I mean actually ache for the release because of a certain woman. This is how I was feeling at the moment. And I was not certain what to do about it.

After dinner I was telling her forget about that bastard, her ex. I told her to let me be there for her right now. To lean on me and that I would take care of her until she felt strong enough to be on her own again.

I had not meant anything other than for her to just be here, where she could feel safe. Whew!! Trust?? She trusted me so much. The softness I saw in her eyes when I told to just be safe opened my heart so wide. And thats when we leaned into each other and she first kissed my cheek.

But, we didn't pull away from each other. We softly touched our lips at that point. Softly, but with such intense meaning!! Her lips opened to me and I responded the same....And then, I paniced...."Oh God," I thought, "What am I doing?"

I pulled back, confused, and stood up. She looked confused and shocked. She first looked into my eyes and then lowered her eyes down my body and fixed for a moment on my jeans. Right on my cock! Which was bulging and straining to be released at that moment!!

As I was standing there in shock and dazed, she stood up and pulled off her top. Exposing her breasts to me and challenging me, saying, "Can you look at me standing here like this, offering myself to you and resist touching me?"

"My god, No!", I thought. "No, I cannot resist touching you, taking you to my bed and having you." Here body was flushed, her breathing short, her nipples hard, begging for my touch. "No, I want you. No! I desire you more than any other woman ever!", my mind was screaming.

This was when I stormed out of the house. Confused! Just knowing I had to be alone to think. To calm down.

I must have been driving around for several hours now with these thoughts running through my head. Trying to gain some clarity on what was happening....It just made no sense in most respects...Yet, in others....it did!!!

When you love someone, trust them completely, and know that person feels the same and that they would never do anything to hurt you, you come to a realization that there really is nothing to fear. That the fear you are experiencing is in someway just a reaction to the unknown!! The unknown here being finally understanding that my little sister loved me so deeply. "Wow!" It was at that moment that a calmness returned to me and I knew that although all of what had happened was supposed to be wrong. "Incest!" The love my sister and I shared was not.

I returned home about two in the morning. All of the lights were out as I pulled into the driveway. At this point, I had no idea of what the morning would bring, but I knew that I loved my sister and that we would make it through this. No matter what!

I entered the house completely exhausted. All I wanted to do was go to bed and let tomorrow take care of itself. I didn't see any sign of my sister and figured she must have gone to bed. The house was the same as when I left with our wine glasses still on the table. "Oh, sleep was going to feel so good tonight!"

I entered my room in the dark, not bothering with any light at this point......By the moonlight shining through the window, I could see my sister, sleeping on my bed. She was curled up holding an old stuffed animal I had given her years ago when she was a teenager. She was laying there so peacefully, dressed only in her tee shirt and panties. Her jeans thrown on the floor. "Poor little thing," I thought. "She must have been exhausted after this evening."

I could say that at this time, I covered her with a blanket and went and slept in her bed. But that isn't what I did.

I took my jeans off, walked over to my bed and gently layed down next to her. She rolled into my arms as I moved next to her, softly asking if I was okay. I reassured her that everything was fine and that I wanted her to be safe here in my arms. She moved in closer, turning over and into me, quietly saying how sorry she was for her behaviour. That she just loved me so much that she needed to be close to someone she trusted.

As we lay there, I held her and brushing her hair out of the way kissed her softly on the lips. "You are someone I have always protected. Someone I have always looked out for and loved. What happened is nothing to be ashamed of. If anything I should apologize to you. You were only telling me how much you love me, and I panicked. I relaize now that I shouldn't be afraid of your love."

As we held each other, her leg moved in between mine. Our bodies becoming intertwined....I was responding to her touch and wanted her to know....Our lips met again, but with greater feeling than before...The lust and desire were now taking me to her.....

[This message has been edited by magic merlin (edited 05-06-2000).]

 

[Guest]

I found my match in my sister. Her sex drive is equal to mine and what's even better, we both enjoy each other and others. It's only been six months since we consumated in incest. Only time can tell where we go from here.

Our age difference is quite extreme, twenty three years difference to be exact. I could be her father. I know for sure, that I am not.

 

[Magic Merlin]

The night with my sister ended rather suddenly. One moment I was holding her in my embrace, overcome with feelings of love and passion I had long hidden from her and myself, and the next she was asleep.. Eventually, i fell asleep, but somewhere in the middle of the night I woke up and went back to my room...

The next morning was rather awkward between us. After the events of the evening before, helped along with the alcohol, I don't think either one of was quite sure what to say to the other. We quietly had breakfast, and then my sister went upstairs to shower. She definately had something on her mind. I went over and over in my head about the prior evening, reliving events that lead up to the conclusion and decided I needed to clear the air in order to set things straight.

About an hour later, while I was still sitting with a cup of coffee and my paper, I heard my sister come down the stairs. I got up and went to say good morning and confront the issues, but what I saw left me very quiet.

She had her bags with her and appeared to be going somewhere, which just made my heart stop. I hesitantly muttered, "Honey, are you leaving? If what happened last night is part of your decision to leave, I think we should discuss this."

She stood there looking as if unsure what to say. Her face suddenly took a serious tone, and she started to say something but stopped. I too, was unsure of what to say, but knew that i didn't want her to leave this way, with so much unsaid.

"Listen big brother, I have to leave to clear my head on things. I am not ready to talk about anything right now. I'm sorry to leave so abruptly, but I can't say anything at the moment."

With that she left.. No hug. No goodbye. Nothing..A few minutes later, I heard her car start and then she was gone. As quickly as she came. I was in shock.. Knowing that i had totally screwed up my relationship with my little sister. Realizing that some things are better left as fantasy, and not to be brought into real life...

>>>

Its been almost a month since my sister left..Very abruptly the morning after that night. I have not heard from her once in that month. My heart has been very heavy these days, wondering how something like this could get out of hand....I was left wondering when...or even if, I would ever hear from her again...

[This message has been edited by magic merlin (edited 05-25-2000).]