Visiting my big sis after a year apart [Taboo] [Incest] [M/F]

Original work written by myself, JimmyHendicks69

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I used to be close with my sister, but not anymore. When she left for college, it felt as though I had been abandoned. Unguided. Left astray.

After our parents died, we moved to Chicago to live with our Aunt and Uncle. Three years later, my sister went off to college and I was left with them.

The summer vacation before I started college, all I could think about was her. How she’d always been there. Whoever’s lost a parent knows the vast space left in their absence. Some nights she’d come to my room and hold me tight, never letting go. I felt safest then, wrapped in her arms because I knew she was there. I could feel it. She missed them just as much as I did. She didn’t have to say it.

I missed her, however much I hated her for leaving. I called her and said I’d be flying to visit that weekend. It had been almost a year since she’d left, and that whole week, my heartbeat with anticipation.

She met me at the airport after I had picked up my bags. Her infectious smile I noticed first, then her small nose and Hazel Green eyes. Her perfect skin and legs were accentuated by the sundress she wore. The way her ass was perfectly proportioned to her thighs and long legs. I had never looked at her in this way.

She ran up to me as we hugged. Although it had only been a year, I had filled it out. That summer and school year I’d become lonely and isolated myself, only focusing on Soccer training and school work. After school, I had nobody to look forward to seeing when I got home. I worked tirelessly on my body, losing myself in a routine to fill a void.

After hugging her, she stepped back as her smile turned to one of surprise. I could’ve sworn she eyed me up and down.

“Damn lil bro, okay. Since when are you so buff”? She asked in a tone, half impressed, half-mocking.

I loved the attention, especially from her, but couldn’t help my face from getting red.

“I dunno… just school workouts and training for Soccer,” I said in a quiet low voice, almost whispering out of embarrassment.

Grinning, she asked, “So big guy, you’ve gotta be hungry, want to go get dinner before or after we drop your bags off at mine?”

‘Big guy’. Why would she say it like that?

“I’m very hungry, let’s eat first. What’s your favorite place here?”

“How does ribs sound?” She asked.

“I like the sound of that,” I replied.

We didn’t talk on the drive from the airport to the restaurant. The windows were down, and with the wind against our faces. We sat silently in each other’s company. I was comfortable for the first time since she left.

I mauled my baby back ribs before she could eat a third of her plate. With a shocked expression on her face, she said, “It’s not a race bro!” I responded “Sorry, I-”, but she cut me off before I could finish “You’re fine, want anything else?”

We got home after a long night of catching up. She and I had a couple of drinks, and I had just finished a day of traveling, so I was pretty tired. She got me sheets which I put on the Murphy bed.

“Night,” she said. I turned to see her peeking around the archway. Her dark brown hair was in a bun. “Night sis.” I said. She smiled and turned to walk towards her room. She was wearing the lightest nightgown ended just below her ass. As she walked, I could see the crease where her thigh and ass met. I was tired. Now, my mind was racing. ‘Why was I looking at her like this. Why am I so fucked up?’ I thought.

I decided to lay down and try to sleep. I stared at the ceiling thinking of her holding me. Not the way she did at the airport, but when she used to crawl into bed with me. I thought of her breath on my cheek as we slept. Her arms holding me. I missed it so much. I missed her. I thought about her body. I didn’t stop myself this time. I just let my mind go as I usually did before bed. I thought of the way she acted tonight. ‘big guy’, ‘since when did you become so buff’. I thought about her ass as I’d seen it just minutes before. I imagined her taking off my boxers. I imagined her jaw, dropping at my size. I imagined her voice saying the words, “Oh my god. What? It’s huge!” I then realized I had been touching myself that whole time. I was harder than I had ever been in my life. Stopping myself from continuing, I ached that whole night.

I woke up to her voice, “I’m going out to grab waffles, I’ll be back in a bit.” I mumbled something in response.
Once awake, I sat up to check my phone seeing I was still hard. My mind was overwhelmed with anxiety. ‘Had she seen it? How long had it been that way? She had to have seen it the way I was laying’ I thought to myself. I laid down to what I thought was close to my position when she entered. “Holy shit!” I said aloud. There’s no way she couldn’t have. I can only imagine how red I was glowing. Part of me wished she had. Part of me wished she had stared. I imagined her touching herself looking at it as I slept. I needed a release. I turned the shower on, stepped in, and let my mind wander.

She came home shortly after I had finished showering. “Waffles!” She said coming into her apartment, a smile across her face. “Ohhh yeah! Waffle time!” I said, grabbing the takeout bag from her hands. Before I turned to set the table, I noticed her breathing deeply. ‘Was she smelling me? I guess it’s not so weird. I did just take shower.’

“So… what do you want to do today? We could go to the beach. Lemme think.” she paused to think. “We could go watch a movie… inside… on this beautiful day.”

“The beach sounds fun!” I responded. “When were you thinking of going?” I said

“Why not now?” she asked hopefully.

“Alright, cool. Lemme get ready first and then we can go.” I said

“Awesome! I’ll go get changed.” She said as she smiled. Her smile lit up the room even if it was just us.

The car ride to the beach was silent, just like the night before, except the atmosphere was tense and I wasn’t as comfortable. I could tell something was on her mind. I started to ask what was wrong but was cut off as she said, half speaking crying, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry I didn’t reach out more! I’m sorry I didn’t come to visit! I’m sorry I wasn’t there! I’m s-” I cut her off before she could apologize again. “You don’t need to be sorry for anything! I get it. You have a life here. Sure, maybe you could’ve called more or taken a plane up, but that doesn’t matter.” I paused, “We’re together now, aren’t we? That’s all that matters.” I said reassuringly after hearing her admit to all the things I was mad at her for, yet I couldn’t let her continue believing I was mad.

I looked over as she drove. She hadn’t cried, but her eyes were welling. Her lips stopped trembling as she started to smile. She sniffled, clearing her eyes before saying, “The reason I didn’t reach out was that I knew if I talked to you or visited you I’d remind myself of everything and would come running back. It’s not an excuse, and I know you said you don’t think it matters, but I just wanted you to know.”

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