It had been a wild night, and morning, but with the coming of the sun, there also came the dread of facing up to what had just happened. I had fucked Alana, my own sister. I had cum on her face. We had pretended to be strangers, but the truth was never forgotten. These explicit details would stay in our memories for the rest of our lives, and I wasn’t sure we could handle it.
For my part, I had wanted this, even obsessed about it, for quite a while. And I knew Alana wanted this to some degree even before we got naked together. So separate, left to our own minds, we could survive this and move on, though to where was a mystery. Together, however, I didn’t know how we’d handle it. Our relationship with each other, which had always been the innocent brother/sister thing that everyone has, was permanently destroyed. How could we continue to see each other, both at work and at home, with the vivid memory of sex hanging over our heads?
Would it tear us apart, or bring us together?
Those were the thoughts running through my head as I stood in the bathroom of a Vegas hotel room, where my sister and I had just engaged in a threesome with a sexy stranger named Kay. Kay didn’t know she had was fucking and being fucked by members of the same family, and we certainly didn’t want her to. It was hard for Alana and I, therefore, after we had exhausted ourselves on the bed, not to acknowledge each other any more than if we had just met. This was a time to discuss what had happened so it didn’t destroy us, but we were bound by fear of unlocking our own secret.
I stared into the mirror as it began to fog over, the hot water running full in the shower behind me. I was naked, leaning on the counter, frozen in body and overwhelmed in thought. When I had last seen Alana, she was naked, cuddled up with Kay on top of the bed covers, their fingers still exploring each other as they closed their eyes and tempted sleep.
Suddenly I sensed movement, and saw the door open in the reflection of the mirror. Alana, naked and beautiful as ever, entered, shutting the door quietly behind her. Her generous breasts swayed with each step, and her nipples were in a semi-erect state, though I couldn’t tell if they were growing or receding. She had such an incredible body, with curves no artist could replicate, and topped off with the blue eyes and long blonde hair that haunts men of all ages in their wet dreams. How could I not have lusted after her?
And how had I been so lucky that she was willing to accept my lust?
“We should talk,” she said, with worry in her eyes.
I nodded, shying from her eye contact and staring down at the sink.
“That was just…impossible,” she said soothingly. “It felt so good, Gavin. I don’t know when I’ve ever felt like that before. I never thought it could be that good.”
“With me?” I asked, hopeful.
“With anyone,” she smiled. “And it wasn’t just the physical part. It was the idea. Knowing it was you, and that it shouldn’t be you. My head was just…I can’t even describe it. I’ve never felt so turned on before. I wanted to do things that I would never have considered before. I lost control and from the moment I lost it, I was in Heaven.”
Ditto, I thought, but didn’t say it. My mood was growing somber, because I knew what she was going to say next.
“But it can’t happen again.”
I remained silent, staring at the bottom of the sink. Alana came up behind me and put a hand on my shoulder.
“You know that, don’t you?” she asked, sounding concerned with my reaction, but firm with her choice.
I had wanted my sister, and had pressed on even when it seemed as if she would never let it happen, even once. Now it had happened. I had gotten what I wanted, and she was not telling me no by avoidance or mixed signals. She was actually saying ‘no’. I had to respect her wishes.
I nodded in agreement, but otherwise I did not move. I wanted to tell her that I understood, and that I’d be okay, but I couldn’t find the words.
Her hand trailed down my back, then to my side, her fingers finding each rib. My skin tingled in spite of my disappointment, and my penis stirred.
“When we go home tomorrow,” she said, her voice closer, softer, and right in my ear. “We’re going to do our best to put this behind us. I know it might never be the same, but we’ve got to try. I’ve slept with people before and stayed friends with them with ever having sex again, so I know it’s possible.”
She probably did have such experience, but I did not. Everyone I’ve had sex with, I would probably have sex with again. The only exceptions were the one-night-stands that I’ve never seen or talked to again. If Alana couldn’t be in the former group, I hoped she wouldn’t fall into the latter.
“When we get on that plane tomorrow,” she continued, her hand on my back traveling lower. “…And when the vacation is over,” her hand was now on sliding gently across my bare ass. “Then so is this.” And suddenly she grabbed my balls, not squeezing to draw pain, but holding them to massage them in her palm.
I perked up, looking into the mirror to see her eyes in its reflection. She was looking right at me, smiling devilishly, and my dick grew at the sight of her.
“So we better make our last fuck count, little brother.”
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