by Olga Menson
I nodded. I was still crying silently. I couldn't speak, couldn't move. I was frozen in her gaze. She smiled. It was real and true and honest and I could feel how she saw me. As her brother, hero, and lover. Could she be right?
"Good. You've already done so much for me. I've never felt this good or been this wet. That's what you do to me so easily. When you touched the small of my back in the parking lot, my knees got weak. I almost fell down. I couldn't even speak for a minute. I'd never felt anything like that before. Just from touching me on the back. Do you understand how perfect you are for me? How much love I feel for you right now? How you make me feel loved? I don't think you can. But I can show you. Make love to me."
She unfastened the dress at her neck, letting it slide down her perfect body. She was shorter than I was, but not petite. Athletic and toned all over, tanned everywhere. I distractedly wondered if she'd have tan lines under her silky blue bra and panties.
She blushed at my obvious interest, but also stood a little more confidently now that she could clearly see the effect that she had no me.
"This is just for you, Samuel. Do you understand? Only you've seen me like this. Only you get to be inside me. Only you, forever."
Then she took her bra off, fumbling a little at the familiar motion. She dropped it to the ground, then smoothly removed her panties in a crouch, stepping out of them. She did have tan lines. Her curves were almost shocking to me, even though I knew that she had grown up quite a bit. Gone were the small breasts and hips, replaced by firm, proportional curves. Her breasts weren't large, but they were firm, and shaped like perfect teardrops, with a gentle upturn. I had already felt her soft but muscular ass, and held her youthful hips in my hands. My body told me that she was everything I wanted in a woman.
She stood before me, nude, beautiful, and vulnerable. I had no power to resist her.
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First Time
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I moved towards her, intent but not in a rush. My body was sure but my mind was full of confusion. If I listened to it for much longer I would fall apart. So I trusted Marilyn and believed in her. I knew that I loved her and wanted her, and she felt the same for me. The rest would have to wait until later.
As I grew close, she put her palms on my chest, as if to stop me, but then guided me to the bed, where she gently pushed me to a seated position. She knelt on the floor and took my shoes and socks off. I don't know why but this simple act of care made me love her beyond what I thought possible. She stood me up and took off my pants and boxers in a similar way, but this time she locked eyes with me as she did it, making my cock throb even harder. Throughout all of this, I had not softened a bit. I realized that from now on my sister would be able to make be grow erect with a word, a glance, or even simply her presence.
"God," she said, running her finger along my hard chest and abs, "You're all muscle, and all for me."
As she rose from her task, I took her in my arms. I was so acute in my need that I was in pain, and there was only one type of satisfaction that my cock was willing to accept. I kissed her on the mouth, pressing her toned and willing body against mine, exploring her mouth with my tongue. She whimpered, deep in her throat as my member pressed against her firm belly. I guided her back and around onto the bed, pushing her gently until she lay back up on the pillow.
She looked so fine there, light brown hair spilling over her shoulders, legs slightly parted, as if she wished nothing more than to spread them for me but some remnant of hesitancy remained.
"Is this all right, Samuel?"she asked, "I mean, I know that what we are doing...its fine, and I want you inside me, so much. I guess...I just don't want you to think I'm a slut."
I smiled back, hungrily.
"I love you. I'll never think you're a slut. I think we've both waited a very long time for this. I'm sorry that my first time wasn't with you, I regret that."
She looked relieved.
"You'll be my first. I don't blame you. I was so full of desire for you, sometimes I just wanted someone, anyone, to fuck me. But you're here now. And I'm ready, love."
I got on top of her, looking down at her beauty, her breasts spreading across her chest, her eyes glittering up at me. I gently used my legs to push hers open more, granting me access to her sex. Her natural curly hair surrounded it, and her scent announced her readiness to me. She was still just as wet as when I had made her cum moments ago.
As soon as the head of my cock was at her wet slit, she cried out. I was afraid for a moment but she looked up at me and nodded quickly. I pushed my head into her slick folds, barely an inch inside her. She was tight, so tight I thought I might cum right away. She moaned and I kept going.
"Oh, fuck, you're so fucking tight, so good," I needed her to understand how much I needed her.
She gasped as I filled her, my balls pressing up against her now. She clung to me a moment, a tear rolling from her eye.
"Did I hurt you? I can stop," I said, although I didn't want to. We both understood sacrifice, and I would suffer more ache if it would prevent her discomfort.
She shook her head and smiled.
"No, that's not why I'm crying. I'm crying because I didn't know if I would ever get my brother back. And even when I saw you I could sense something inside you, something that wanted to run from what we felt for each other. Now, I have you. I really have you, and I'm going to keep you."
"You're going to have to keep me, because I'm going to need this cunt forever."
I started to move, moaning her name as she gripped me tightly. She was in shape, everywhere, and I could tell that my cock was filling her well. She gasped and whimpered and her fingers dug into my back, pulling me in, always deeper.
I filled her with long, full strokes of my shaft, giving her no chance to recover, no respite. Her breathing was near to sobbing as I filled her wet warmth again and again. Soon she was moaning at every stroke, whimpering when my cock withdrew.
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. This is...oh, god, better. Its better than your fingers. I need this, love, I need this every night."
"You can have it, whenever we can be alone," I said, breathing heavily with the effort, "I'm helpless with you. I could never resist being inside you, fucking you, taking you like you're my property."
My words made her moans louder. I was starting to understand what she needed from me, how she wanted me. How she needed to be owned by me, to be bound to me, with me forever.
"Fuck, I'm cumming, I can't stop. Please don't stop, I love you so much,"
Her back arched and she cried out loud enough to be easily heard in all the adjoining rooms. I didn't care and began to fuck her harder and faster, prolonging her orgasm. She cried out again and again.
"Samuel, oh god Samuel its too much, fuck..."
As her orgasm finally started to die off, I started to cum, stronger than I ever had before. I could feel thick, ropy strands of my semen filling her, running into her womb, and squirting out around my cock along with her fluids. I could feel her have an aftershock orgasm from the sensation of my warm seed, clutching at my cock with her innermost muscles, draining me dry of every last drop.
I barely avoided collapsing on her, rolling off of her, my cock leaving her with an audible wet noise. She whimpered one more time, then rolled over with me, resting her head on my chest. We were both panting. Her hands moved over my body and held on to me, as if preventing my escape. I gently stroked her hair and back to reassure her.
I wasn't going anywhere.
We lay together like that, for a very long time, not speaking, until we finally nodded off.
It was without a doubt the most content I have ever been.
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Drop Off
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Later, Marilyn woke up, texting her parents that we had stayed up too late talking, and that she would sleep here. Me, being a gentleman, would sleep on the couch. The truth was that as she sent the message I was kissing her neck and collarbone, on my way to eating her out. S
he hit send and dropped her phone to the floor as my tongue found her pussy.
We slept in each others arms, only waking late the following morning. We both showered, although neither of us minded smelling like what we had done the prior night.
"I like smelling like your cum," she said, "I feel like you're with me, inside me."
After that I took her to breakfast, and we talked about the future. We decided that I would move back to the city. I had skills with repair and could probably find a decent job, and we could go to the city college together. Although I was ready to take loans out she was certain that Harlan and Beth would help with my tuition. I decided not to ask but to accept any support. After all, the less debt the easier it would be for us to support ourselves when we were together.
I dropped her off after that. It was agony for both of us, and she made me promise that if I felt guilty or panicked that I'd call her first, before doing anything. I agreed. I think before we had made love I would have felt bad, or weak for doing so. Now I understood. I'd saved her when she'd needed me, and this was her turn. She understood how to get me on the path to recovery, and I would follow her as she had in the past.
I didn't know about happily ever after, but both of us were happy for now. We'd see each other on Sunday, and a few times a week. Karla probably already knew that we had slept together, in her intuitive way, but at least she approved. We'd need to be careful of everyone else, mind the path, plan our future carefully. Sometimes finding and being with the one you love is difficult, with obstacles and traps everywhere.
I've found its worth the risk.
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Afterword
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As always, thank you for reading. All comments are read, and respectful non-anonymous feedback is replied to. Rating and favoriting are appreciated, but honestly, I simply appreciate that you gave me some of your time and let me tell you a story.
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THE END
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Eyes in the Dark
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Drive
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I don't know you, not yet anyway, but I guess I'm writing this for you. It feels strange to do so, but not wrong. None of this feels wrong, although it probably should. At some points, however, I felt a lot of guilt about all of this. You will too, most likely. Just read it to the end and know that you're not alone.
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June 5th, 1985
Driving to the cabin was one of those times where I felt that deep sense of shame. I didn't want to be there. Well, that isn't true. I did want to be there. I wanted it a great deal. I just didn't think it was right, or honest, or wholesome of me to be there.
The two-lane highway was pretty empty. Our cabin was in a rural area, practically wilderness. There were steep hills and forests, wild streams full of trout and lonesome lakes that sat still and unseen in the morning light. Our cabin perched on a small rise, near one of those lakes. To my knowledge, there were no other human habitations within at least ten miles of it. It was isolated, but comfortable and not at all rustic.
The lack of traffic that morning let my eyes wander to the right. To my passenger. She was asleep, as I expected. God, she looked sweet like that. Pure, almost angelic. Her legs were curled up, and her head was leaning against the window. Her arms were folded over her chest, and she looked at peace. A sick part of me wanted to run my hand up her leg. To stroke her face, maybe tuck that strand of escaped brown hair back behind her ear. Perhaps I'd see those beautiful hazel eyes open and look at me. Would they look at me with the welcome that I desired? Or with disgust? I feared the latter because it was how I felt towards myself. I re-focused on the road.
My little sister didn't think of herself as beautiful, at all. She makes self-deprecating jokes frequently, calling herself "fat" or "chubby." I couldn't stand that, but I couldn't very well correct her the way I wanted to. Maybe she did carry a little more weight than she wanted to, but it didn't make her look ugly. The opposite in fact.
Ashley was just over six inches shorter than me, with lovely wide hips and large, proportional breasts. Her ass pushed out whatever she wore to the degree that was impossible not to notice. All of these beautiful curves fit together perfectly, to my mind, into an hourglass. I wouldn't ever expect other women to fit her standard, but to me, she was gorgeous.
That was to say nothing of her cute nose, or girl-next-door freckles on very kissable cheeks, or her cupid's bow lips.
God. I was lost with desire for her. That would have been bad enough. Who wants an older brother perving on them? But I was also completely and totally in love and had been for longer than I wanted to admit, even at this late stage.
"Where are we?"
Ashley's voice was small and tired, having just woken up. I almost swerved the car, as I felt caught in the middle of my own guilty thoughts.
"Good timing. We're about twenty minutes out. We made good time."
"Great. I really have to pee."
I laughed.
"You have a bladder the size of an acorn. Which I guess is appropriate since you're the size of a squirrel."
"Shut up, dick," she said, with affection. She didn't like being reminded of how short she was, having the silly idea that only tall, thin girls could be attractive, but I had been teasing her height since we were both in elementary school, and now it had become a habit.
Besides, how she could think of herself as unattractive, with the way she filled out her short, cutoff jeans, or worn, but well-fitting, sweatshirt was beyond me. At the last place we'd stopped, a man and both of his teenaged sons had been checking her out, much to his wife's dismay. They just looked, though, and she hadn't noticed. She rarely did, thankfully.
"Thank you," she said, suddenly. She sounded a bit sad. Why would she be sad?
"For what?"
"For taking me. For coming. I know...I know that you didn't want to."
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May 13th, 1985 - College
That was true, sort of.
I had wanted to come, but lately, my thoughts and feelings had grown more intense, and being away at college hadn't made them go away. If anything, I wanted her more than ever. So, in May, I'd called home and made up some bullshit story about wanting to take summer classes to get a "jump-start" on finishing my degree. I wasn't really in a rush. Aside from missing Ashley, college had been pretty great, to be honest.
"That's too bad," my father had said, the connection to the pay phone I was using crackling, "I guess I'll have to tell Ashley she'll be home alone this year."
"What?"
"Her school ends before yours. She's going to an early honor's society orientation thing at her new college while you finish up your year."
I would miss her graduation, unfortunately, because I'd be knee-deep in exams.
"Why does that mean that she can't go to the cabin?"
"Well, your mother and I aren't going to take the detour to pick her up or wait for a bus to get her. I have to go a few hours north to a sales meeting, and your mother is coming with me. We're going directly to the cabin from there. She was really counting on you picking Ashley up on the way and opening up for us. We'll be there a week or so after you."
It seemed presumptuous of my parents to assume that I'd be available to pick Ashley up, but thinking about it, it made sense. I went to a state school. Ashley was going to a private university roughly between my college and the cabin. If she was finishing up her initial orientation around the same time I was leaving, it would be only a half hour out of my way to pick her up. And if I didn't pick her up, then she'd have to take a bus home and be alone there all summer. I couldn't even join her if I were to actually take summer classes. Fuck.
Ash loved the cabin, even more than I did. It was her favorite place in the world and was really the only time where we would all be a family together. As much of a pervert as I thought of myself, I couldn't do that to her. I never really considered how odd it was that neither Mom or Dad would go
out of their way to get her.
"You know what, Dad, I'll just take my time I guess. If I want to get ahead, I can take an extra class or two next year. Just tell me where and when to pick her up."
I could hear his smile on the other end of the line.
"Great, son. Your mother and I are really looking forward to seeing you. Ash is, too, by the way. She hasn't talked about anything else for the last month. She really misses you."
"Um. Great. I'll see you guys soon."
I wrote down where and when to pick her up. I wished he hadn't told me how much she missed me. It pushed my mind into all kinds of scenarios that I did my best not to think of.
Well, maybe I'd get lucky, and she'd be dragging some boyfriend along with her. That would be tough to watch, but at least it would push my mind to healthier avenues. Or at least I hoped that it would.
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June 5th, 1985 - The Road
Of course, I had no such luck. Ashley was alone, and she was so happy to see me that it was almost ridiculous. She had flown into my arms as I got out of the car and the people around the student center had clearly thought we were boyfriend and girlfriend rather than siblings. I had enjoyed the long, tight, hug, and let my warped mind wander.
I snapped back to the present.
"I did want to drive you. I still do."
"Come on. Dad said you were thinking about taking summer classes, but that you changed your plans when you learned I needed someone to pick me up."
Shit. Why had he told her?
"Well, I mean, I wasn't exactly married to those plans. I thought I was being responsible, but I really miss the cabin. And...I really missed you too. I couldn't bear the thought of you sitting home alone all summer because I wanted to graduate a few months early."
