Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 2 [Str8, MF, inc]

**PART TWO**

Julie stepped aside and wrapped a comforting arm around my shoulder as the elevator doors opened. Standing side by side, we peered into the barren hallway until the doors closed again.

My head was swimming as my sister rested her head on my shoulder.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

I really didn’t know. There were feelings I couldn’t quite process. Shame and disgust should have been prominent, but they weren’t. Exhilaration and nervous excitement shouldn’t have been at the fore, but they were. I could have dismissed nearly any and all feelings, but there was one thing I couldn’t deny: my cock was hard as steel.

Julie took my stunned silence as a bad sign and started apologizing.

“I… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… I don’t know what came over….”

Her rambling, stuttering excuses were cut off once the elevator began descending and I plunged my tongue back into her mouth.

She permitted me a brief foray before pushing me away.

“Wait,” she pleaded with me. After darting a quick peck on my lips, she turned and stood by my side, as though we were no more than two regular people returning to the hotel lobby.

When the door opened again, Julie grabbed my hand and dragged me along behind her.

My head was fuzzy, but I didn’t feel drunk. Everything was surreal. I was moving through a world that was recognizable to me, but nothing was familiar.
As we exploded into the night, my sister drew me near. Seeing Kristen sitting on the stoop, my stomach fluttered.
Julie snagged the wine bottle from my hand and pulled me along as she approached the lone bridesmaid.

“Here,” Julie spat as she held the Chablis out to Kristen.

Aghast, a trembling hand accepted the wine from my sister. Throwing a surreptitious look my way, Kristen was instantly reprimanded by my sister.

“No,” Julie said forcefully.

Cradling the bottle against her chest, Kristen watched as I was tugged and towed along behind my blonde sibling. I cast one last glance backward at her before rounding the corner. Never in a million years would I have expected to see someone so dejected over me. Particularly since it was only one day removed when she wouldn’t even deign to speak to me outside of formal pleasantries.

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“Get in,” Julie shot, shoving me beyond the front of her rental car.

Still dazed by the events of the evening, I did as I was commanded without giving it a second thought.

“Buckle up,” Julie instructed.

As I pulled the belt across my chest and set the clasp, she wriggled and squirmed in her seat.
Sliding them down over her ankles, Julie tossed her panties into my lap and examined me.

“Well, good,” she said triumphantly. “You didn’t flinch and you’re not disgusted. That’s a good thing, right Martha?”

I plucked her underwear from my lap and held them out in front of me.

“What am I supposed to do with these?” I asked.

“Anything you want, little brother,” Julie replied. “Did you ever wonder what I smelled like? Or how I tasted?”

“No,” I answered truthfully. “Not until right this very moment.”
I held her black, laced panties in both hands and cupped them against my nose and inhaled deeply.

The smell was euphoric.

Julie slid her left forearm up underneath her dress for a few moments as I watched intently. Extricating her hand slowly, she gently thrust her fingers into my mouth. With her panties still in one hand, I used my other to grasp her wrist so she couldn’t easily pull away.

I could taste my sister and she was divine.

I felt absolutely insane and perfectly sane at the same time.
How could something so incredibly wrong feel so right?

“It’s always been just you and me. You know that, right?”

I closed my eyes and suckled her fingers like a baby fawn on a doe’s teats.

“*Mmmm-hmmm*” was all I could muster for an answer. I wasn’t even sure if she was right, but conscious thought seemed to leave me. I could only act and respond in the moment. Nothing and no one else in the entire universe mattered except my sister and I sitting there alone in the car.

Julie continued to explain, but I quite honestly didn’t care so long as she let me devour every piece and part of her.

“When we were just kids, it was you and I alone. Dad was gone. Mom wasn’t really there. All we ever had was each other.”

I kept sucking and licking her fingers while grasping and squeezing her hand as much as she would allow. The smell of pussy on her fingers was intoxicating and I was intent on savoring every molecule. Her skin was heavenly as it wafted into my nostrils.

“It didn’t matter where we were… at home… at grandma’s house… at gammy’s house… living with the evil stepsisters… even apart from each other at college. No matter where we were, it was always just you and me.”

While I could hear her speaking, the words weren’t sinking in. Every fiber of my being was focused on the flesh of my sister in and near my mouth. However, once sentence was enough to garner my attention.

“Did you know that we were together the first time I had an orgasm?”

I let her fingers slip from my mouth and looked my sister over, briefly realizing what we were doing, but so enthralled by what she said that I absolutely had to hear more about it.
Shaking my head in lieu of an audible response, she continued.

“A little while before dad died, I crept into your room one night to sleep with you. Do you remember me doing that from time to time?”

Unable to recall or formulate a response, I shook my head. While I did recall a few times that we slept in the same bed together, nothing sexual came to mind.

“I’m not surprised you don’t remember. It’s okay. When we would spend the night at grandma and grandpa’s house, we had to sleep together quite often, but that’s not what I mean.”

She was right. We did sleep together quite often when we were away from home together. I suppose I never paid it any mind. It was natural, I thought.

“Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I would sneak into your room and climb under the covers with you. It comforted me. I was always the one taking care of you… and mom… ugh… but being close to you made me feel safe somehow. Comforted. Safe. Secure.”

“I had no idea,” I replied. My attention was focused sharp as a razor blade on her every word. It was like hearing about parts of my life that I never knew about. It wasn’t just *like* that, it was exactly that.

“Yeah,” she continued. “I would usually leave before you woke up, but we spent many a night cuddling together. But anyway, my first orgasm.”

I shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat. My erection was throbbing.

“I was fifteen, so you would have been thirteen. Anyway, this one night, I couldn’t sleep. It was hot outside and the windows were open. It was the summer that the air-conditioning was broken. I’m sure you remember that one, right?”

I nodded in acknowledgement. I did in fact recollect that summer. It was more miserable than usual. Everyone in the house was constantly on edge until the weather broke.

“After laying beside you on the sheets, I couldn’t stand the temperature combined with the heat of being next to you, so I took my night-shirt off… and at the time, that was all I was wearing. Being alone was worse than miserable, so I could suffer a little discomfort just to be close to you.”

Her panties remained clutched in my fingers which were wrapped around her hand.

“Since I couldn’t sleep, I laid there awake for the longest time. After a while, you rolled over to face me as I was on my back staring at the ceiling. You threw your arm across my chest and your hand cupped my tit perfectly. I remember being startled, but at the same time, strangely aroused.”

My mind raced as I tried picturing her naked beside me so many years ago. The same emotions I felt earlier in the evening were the same she must have felt at the time back then.

“My nipples were rock-hard and I felt flush all over. My pussy was tingling and I yearned for you to wake up and keep touching me. I had to fight the urge to wake you, because I feared you would be freaked out or something.”

She wasn’t wrong. It probably would have freaked me out to the *nth* degree.

“I had fooled around with a couple of guys, but I had never had an orgasm before. Even though your hand was only on my boob for a short while, I could feel myself getting wet. Actually, seeing as how there is no longer anything secretive between the two of us, whenever I have a hard time getting off, I think back to being in bed with you then. It gets me there every single time. Every time. Without fail.”

Although I didn’t mention it to her, she was ‘getting me there’ herself talking like that.

“As slow and cautious as possible, I took your hand and guided it down to my pussy. You mumbled something in your sleep, but you never woke up. Every time you would catch your breath, my body was filled with electricity. The thought that you might wake up and catch me, not to mention mom, or Charlie, or one of the evil step-bitches….It was wrong, but so seductive… so appealing… so enticing. I couldn’t help myself.”

Grinning, I chuckled to myself and bit my lower lip. Looking back at Julie, the erection I maintained pulsated strongly. She smiled knowingly.

“I pressed your hand to my clit and rocked my hips back and forth as gently as possible. As unbelievable as it sounds, I came in almost no time. Between the fear of getting caught and being titillated beyond imagination, I actually cried when I came. Mostly out of a combination of terror and happiness.”

Julie extended her free hand to stroke the side of my face.

“I really made you cum?” I asked bemused.

Julie laughed sweetly, but not so innocently.

“Oh, I don’t know about all that now. Maybe you did, but not consciously. Do you know what the best part was?”

I had no idea, but I could only begin to imagine. Thirsty for an answer, I leaned closer to my sister.

“Afterward, I slipped out of your bed, grabbed my nightshirt, and went back to my room. After closing and locking the door, I masturbated until I came… twice. I fell asleep deliriously happy and thinking about you.”

My mouth was agape, but Julie closed it with a kiss.

“I love to taste myself after,” Julie purred. “Would you like to taste me after I cum?”

I tried to kiss her, but she pulled back slightly. The seat belt restrained me in place.

“I want to taste you, too,” she sighed. “May I?”

Her hand drifted toward my cock as I squirmed in the seat. Unable to adequately free myself, I moaned.
“You can do anything you want, sis.”

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