Cry Little Sister (part four) [no sex] [lactation]

Julia looked startled as she came out of Ty’s room and saw me standing by the front door, “Derry, are you okay?” She asked as she approached me.

I shook my head and cocked it to the side as I looked at her. She was a short brunette with ivory colored skin and blue eyes. Drove the jocks at my high school crazy whenever she stopped in with dad to pick me up, but she leaned towards the burnouts that were more likely to give her what she wanted, a good high. Her hips still curved nicely but she wasn’t as shapely as she used to be, she’d lost weight since having Tyler from the constant go of being a brand new single mom, completely on her own for the first six months of his life.

She had these killer curves in high school though, perfectly dipped waist with a softly rounded ass and hips. I used to watch her do yoga at dad’s place and the way she bent her body was mesmerizing. I had no problem jerking off thinking about her yoga poses in my own bedroom there, but now…now she’d seen my dick and she’d seen me jerk off to thoughts of her, and I didn’t know how to process that. Before I could keep my attraction to her my own little dirty secret. Now…now it might as well have been flashed across billboards that I was into my younger sister.

Julia took my hand, led me over to the couch, and sat down with me, “I was worried you weren’t going to come home at all,” she said softly.

I looked her in the eye and nodded, “I wasn’t sure I was going to either. Listen…what happened…”

She put her hand over my mouth and shook her head, “Do you remember that week dad had us both over right before our high school graduations. He wanted to take us camping but I got really sick?” She asked.

I nodded.

“I wasn’t sick. I know you’re my brother and it’s wrong and even kinda gross, but I’ve been attracted to you for a long time, Derry. I played sick because I knew I would lead you away from the camp, and dad, and I’d try to get you to be with me. I knew that if we got caught that would be the end of us being allowed to see each other and you would get the brunt of discipline for it, even though I would have been the one that seduced you,” she said.

She was sitting much closer to me than I was comfortable with and she lifted her head to look me in the eye, “No one’s here to catch us. We’re nineteen, no one can discipline us or separate us. I love you more than I should, and I think you love me more than you want to,” her hand reached up to me and caressed my cheek.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

She moved her hand from my lips to my hand on my thigh and she pulled herself over to me. She kissed me softly before whispering, “You’re right. People are going to find out what I did and you’re going to be the one blamed for it and I’m so sorry for that. I will try to make them hear me and I will be absolutely honest about it. But, is it really so bad if you actually experience what people are going to accuse you of anyway?”

“I’m not going to fuck you, Jules,” I said quietly.

She put my hands on her hips and pushed herself closer to me, “I acted out to get your attention and you just continuously took the blame for me. All I’m asking for right now, is to be allowed to make it up to you.”

I brought my hands up to her face and held her so she was looking at me, “Make it up to me by being a good mom to Tyler, by being happy, by being safe. You know I love you. I’m obviously attracted to you, but please don’t push me on this. It’s important to me and if you do actually love me you will respect that.”

She nodded, “Okay,” her voice was strained and her eyes watered as she looked at me.

I pulled her to me in a tight hug and closed my eyes. God she smelled good.

She looked up at me, her eyes big and glistening with tears, making the blue of her irises all the more vibrant, “Can we still cuddle together?” she asked.

I nodded, “Of course, Jules.”

She climbed up on the couch in front of me and I laid down to hold her, but she turned over to face me, “Can I kiss you at least?” she asked.

I thought about it for a second and nodded. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine, gently, softly, without opening her mouth. Just a firm press of her lips to my lower lip and the stickiness of hesitation between them as she pulled away. I rubbed my hand up and down her back and she leaned in to kiss me again. I let her and this time her tongue licked across my lower lip, causing me to groan.

She was smiling as she pulled back from my lips, then she turned back over and nestled her ass against my crotch, I imagine she was smiling eve bigger as my dick was rock hard and she pressed herself so tightly to me there was no way she didn’t feel it, even through my jeans. I wrapped my arms around her and held her. I was so fucking uncomfortable and it was getting harder and harder to listen to that little voice in my head reminding me that this amazingly soft and inviting body I was lying next to, was my sister and I was not permitted to fuck her.

We fell asleep together but she woke me up in the middle of the night with soft kisses on my lips. In my half-asleep state I grabbed her jaw and pulled her to me in a deep and needy kiss, causing her to moan and shiver in my grip. I caught myself just as my hand slid into her pants. “Jules?” I asked.

“Can you still help me with my milk?” She asked as she stroked my hair.

I nodded and sleepily pulled my hand away from her, ignoring the inviting feel of her silky panties on my fingertips, and helped her pull her shirt off. My mouth was on her tit as soon as she uncovered herself and I greedily, and hungrily suckled her. She stroked my hair and moaned as my tongue and mouth did much more than suckle and for much longer than she had milk to offer.

Before I switched to her other breast I brought my lips down on hers and kissed her deeply. She turned from her back onto her side, facing me, and I brought my mouth down to her full tit, eagerly groping and suckling her. When she was empty I looked her in the eye, “Go lay down in your own bed, Julia, please?”

She looked sad but nodded, “Thank you, Derry,” she whispered as she got up and left me on the couch.

I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling, trying to get the taste of my sister’s milky tits out of my mind. The smell of her shampoo was on my arm where she’d been lying and I was uncomfortably hard. I got up and went to the bathroom to have a shower, propping a towel rack under the door handle so she couldn’t get in and I made a mental note to buy a locking knob to install in the bathroom.

I brushed my teeth and got into the shower, relieving myself of the pent up reaction to my sister’s body. Then I dried off, put my boxers back on and went to my sister’s door to check on her. She was sleeping on her side, bra and panties were the only things she was wearing and the sheet was kicked off of her. I went in and pulled it back up on her and watched her sleep for a minute.

I wondered if anyone had ever actually done paternity on dad…maybe she’s not really my sister and Fran just told my mom and dad that to get them to split up or something. That would be amazing. I crinkled my nose, realizing I was hoping my mom and dad split up over a lie so I could bone my sister without guilt…dude.

Before I went back to bed, I checked in on Tyler. He was awake and staring at the ceiling. I walked over and smiled at him, “I know the feeling, little man,” I said as I leaned over his crib and let him grab my finger and tug on it as he squealed in delight.

I picked him up and walked around the room with him, “I need to talk to someone I can trust, and right now you’re the only one that can’t tell anyone shit about this, so you’re it. I love your mom. She’s my favorite person to be around, we have so much in common and she made you. But she’s my dad’s daughter. That makes her my sister and that makes me loving her the way I do very very wrong on many different levels. It’s making me want to do a DNA test for both of us to see if maybe there’s a sliver of hope that she’s not my sister. Maybe that’s why your grandma never wanted us around each other. Maybe she knew I’d fall for her and she pushed us being siblings so dad would make me stay away from her…,” I sighed and looked down, Tyler was fast asleep so I put him back down in his crib and turned to leave.

Julia was standing there, “We need to talk,” she said softly as she held her hand out to me.

I took it and she lead me out of the room and back into the living room, “I am your sister,” she said solemnly, “Mom has the paternity results from dad and me when I was little. I took the test again when I was sixteen, told him it was part of a science project on DNA profiles. She didn’t fudge it. I was hoping the same thing, but I am definitely dad’s kid.”

I reached up and pushed her hair behind her ears. Her hair was a soft peanut buttery brown, lighter than mine and our dad’s, “Maybe I’m not his kid, then,” I said.

She smiled softly and looked up at me, “Can we pretend you’re not and not do the test?” she asked.

I shook my head, “No, Jules, we can’t. I have to know, I have to get you out of my head like that if you really are my sister. I need to cash in all of those fucking karma chips I got when we were teenagers and I was taking the blame for you all the time. If you’re my sister, I need you to get a boyfriend and I need you to be off limits to me, please?”

She nodded, “Whatever you want, Derry.”

I couldn’t help but notice how heartbroken she seemed, “Why do you want this so badly?” I asked.

Julia shrugged and looked away from me. I put my finger under her chin and tipped her head up to me, “Julia, why do you want to be with me?”

“I’ve never felt safer than I do when I’m around you,” she said softly.

“Did someone hurt you?” I asked.

She shook her head, “No, nothing like that. It’s just…mom always tried to keep us apart and she could be mean about it. I felt safe with you, I knew no one would fuck with me if you were around. I knew I could fuck up and make mistakes and you would be there to make sure I was okay after. I didn’t have that same feeling of safety with mom, or even with dad. I had to be perfect around them or I risked ridicule and anger,” she said.

Julia looked at me with the slightest smile on her face, “With you, I could be immoral and explore myself and my wants and you would only ever protect me from getting hurt. You never thought any less of me when I wanted something I shouldn’t. Has that changed?”

I looked her over and cupped her cheek in my hand, “No,” I said as I leaned over and kissed her.

Her smile was evident as she returned my kiss. Her lips caught on my lower lip as she pulled back just enough to look at me, “I can be happy with just this,” she said as she resumed kissing me, her tongue slipped easily between my lips and licked across mine as I held her face in my hands and kissed her much more passionately than a brother should kiss his sister.

I groaned as I pulled away from her lips, “The problem is,” I said, guiding her onto her back on the couch, “I’m not sure I can be, little sister.”

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