By Katie’s Passion
My brother and I were fidgeting around the house all morning after Mom announced her and my father were going out for the afternoon. She just sort of slipped the information out while she was rolling a cookie dough in the kitchen. I locked eyes with my brother the moment the words left her lips. I knew he was thinking the same thing as me…
So we killed those tense two hours by distracting ourselves as best we could from the urges simmering below the surface. You see, for the last year we had secretly been lovers. That’s right, the ultimate taboo – fornication between siblings. I mean, in our defence, we were pretty hard to resist. I lost count of the girls who hit on James, and I seemed to be turning down a suitor every second day. We just had great genes. He had the kind of sculpted face and body that you see in advertisements for cologne. It never failed to get his sis wet.
It started by accident one day when he walked in on me in the shower. I was naked, he was in just boxers. He wouldn’t stop staring at my tits and so I suggested that he may as well cop a feel if it would mean he could meet my eyes again. He did, and soon my hand fell to the hard shape of his cock. I remember seeing the head of it poking out of the elastic of his shorts.
We didn’t do much that first day, because our parents were just out in the kitchen, but I suggested we continue our exploration later on, after they went to bed. That’s just what happened. I waited until I heard their bedroom door close and soon dad was snoring and I was sneaking into James’ room. I found him laying naked under his sheets and so I made a bit of a show of taking off my nightie and then joined him there. He played with my boobs and I gave him a hand job until he blasted his stuff all over them. I felt electric. He fingere me to an orgasm too and then I dressed and crept back to my own bed.
That became a regular thing. We soon moved to oral sex, and after a few months of that we started fucking. That’s the thing about engaging in taboo – over time it seems less and less so, until it’s normalized in your minds. Once that happens, there’s no stopping it. I mean, you’re living under the same roof as an insanely hot guy who offers sex on tap, how could you not succumb to that?
The sneaky evenings were fun, but the best times were always when we had the house to ourselves. That’s when we could really let go. I could scream like a banshee, as loud as I wanted, when his tongue hit my clit with that familiar rhythm. He could slap me in the face with his cock and call me a whore. And then, afterwards, we could shower together and talk about life just like any ordinary young couple would. We could be tender. We could watch television in the nude and run our fingers across each other’s skin as if tracing the very things that drew us together.
Yes, it’s no wonder things were tense that morning…