Visiting my big Sis after a year apart – Part II [Taboo] [Incest] [M/F]

I appreciate the support on the last one, and have decided to continue with the story. If the response is anything similar to the last, i’ll continue to write part III

Part II

Once on the beach, I think we both felt a weight lifted from us. I was able to let go for a minute. The sand was warm beneath my feet. A light breeze carried that beach smell you can only make sense of in your head.

She pretended to read a book as I laid on my back, eyes shut tight not letting any sun in. After a while, my hands and feet were dry like chalk. I sat uncomfortably for minutes until I mustered the strength to stand up and walk toward the water.

“You goin’ for a swim?” She asked, taking her sunglasses off and squinting as she did.

“Yeah. You gonna come?” I said

She shrugged, “I dunno. I’m kinda enjoying the sun just like this.”

“Why even come to the beach then?” I asked.

“Really? To tan. Also if my hair gets wet it-. Nevermind” She said, giving up mid-sentence.

“Fine. You do you.” I said, not wanting to further irritate her. “It’s just that you were always such a strong swimmer… I didn’t realize you stopped.” My sister won the 6A state title for swimming when we lived in San Francisco, but that was before our parents died. After that, she quickly lost interest.

After I swam a decent way out, I came back in, dried myself off, and laid down next to her. I had jerked off that morning but was still extremely horny. My sister who was wearing a bikini where I could see her short trimmed pubic hair peeking out the top of her bottoms only made it worse. I tried my best to shift in a way that would conceal my excitement, staying quiet, trying my best to act normal. I could only hope she wouldn’t notice.

“Wanna go grab an early lunch?” She asked, not looking over at me, making me feel like it was deliberate.

“Sure, I’m down,” I said,

“Cool. There’s this really good sandwich shop by my house. You’ll love it.” She said as she stood up.

I managed to partially conceal my boner with a towel until it subsided. I became increasingly anxious through the rest of the day. After sandwiches, we went back to her place where she napped and I chilled watching tv for the rest of the day. I hadn’t noticed it had gotten so late until I heard quick footsteps followed by a door opening and slamming.

“Holy shit it’s late.” She said, panicked.

“What time is it?” I responded, still coming out of my hazy mood.

“Like 9:30. You still hungry? I don’t really wanna make anything right now. We could order something here?” She said,

“Sure, five guys?” I said, remembering it was her favorite when we lived in Chicago.

“That sounds so good right now. You remember my order right?” She said,

“Of course! I got you. No worries.” I said over excitedly.

“Alright, while you order that I’m gonna go take a shower.” She said, walking into her room closing the door behind her.

Our food came and we were both done in less than ten minutes except for our shakes.

“Wanna watch a movie?” She asked, turning away from me and towards the tv.

“Yeah, I’d love to. Let’s start looking.” I said.

After fifteen minutes of ‘eh’ and ‘maybe’s’, we landed on ‘Taxi Driver’ by Scorsese, which I admit was way too heavy for the mood.

After the movie finished, we talked about the movie for a bit until she said she was tired. I let her get ready for bed as I remade the Murphy bed from the previous night. After she was done brushing her teeth and everything, she came out and walked over toward me, sitting down on my bed. “I hope it’s not too weird, but I was wondering if you’d wanna come sleep with me tonight.” I was speechless. Of course, I wanted to. I’ve wanted to for the past year, but now, over the past forty-eight hours, things have changed. I wanted to do things that no sibling or relative should even think of. “I’m sorry… it was stupid. We’re older now I guess it’d be strange.” She said, turning from me, hanging her head in shame. I couldn’t let her feel this way alone. “No. I really want to. I missed it, to be honest. Like… a lot.” I said, almost too honest. Her face lit up as she smiled, still turning from me as if she was shy. “Well, I have a king so there’s plenty of space.” She explained as we walked towards her room.

She crawled in and tucked the covers right up to her chin looking at me expectantly. I lifted the covers and crawled in, wrapping myself up like a burrito. Minutes passed as we lay there, breathing steadily, searching each other’s faces with our eyes. “Night,” she said, turning away from me. My mind raced. I didn’t know whether to feel sad or to just be happy I was with her again. I wanted to hold her close as she had to me, but I knew I would regret it for the rest of my life if I ruined what we had. I fell asleep after a while, only to wake to her soft breath on my cheek and hair on my neck. Her nose was nuzzled next to my face, and she was curled up next to me. My heartbeat was so loud I could hear it through my ears. I was afraid she could hear it too. I studied her face as she slept. She was perfect in every way. Her smell consumed me, and the next thing I knew, my hand was resting gently on her stomach.

I laid there for a while just feeling her steady breaths in and out as my hand raised and fell with her. Suddenly, she shifted which made me freeze in fear. What would she think of my hand resting there? Did she mind? Before I could contemplate much further, she grabbed my hand and held it. Our fingers intertwined. For so long, I ached for her to hold me tight enough in her arms to suffocate me. This might be better. But nothing lasts forever, even this moment. It’s not like I can control it. It has a mind of its own. My cock ached as it tried to rip through my boxers. I had to move my hips away from her so I wouldn’t be jabbing into her stomach. She woke as I shifted and mumbled “C’mere” as she attempted to hold me closer. There was nothing I could do to avoid it, so I pretended it wasn’t there, which was difficult considering my length was pressed along her abdomen. I burnt red with shame and embarrassment. She started, “Umm… Y-”, but I cut her off before she could say anything. “I’m so sorry. Oh god. No. I’m really sorry. I-I should go.” And just like that, I left her room with pace.

I spent the rest of that night staring at the ceiling, terrified I had ruined the one relationship I cared about.

By morning, I went for a run in order to avoid her getting up from work. When she texted me she was coming home, I didn’t know what to do.

We ate dinner in silence for the most part. That was until she blurted out, “Oh my fucking god this is exhausting. Can we please talk about this like adults? I couldn’t focus at work all day, so can we please talk?” I stared at her, not saying a thing. “Whatever, I’m eating in my room.” She said as she got up and left the table. I was frozen and hated myself for not having the courage to help her feel comfortable again, but I was too wracked with guilt. Finally, I got enough courage to get up and walk over to her room, which is when I heard it. Silent muffled sounds of sobbing. I hated to hear her like this and need to fix it.

Opening the door, the lighting in her room was dim. She looked over towards me and away just as quickly. She didn’t look me in the eyes as I spoke. “I’m so incredibly sorry about last night. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t stand the thought that I ruined our relationship, so I avoided you all day. I’m sorry I made you uncomf-”, suddenly in an outburst she said, “DON’T YOU SEE? I NEED YOU! I NEED MY BABY BROTHER! I MISSED YOU FOR SO LONG, AND WHEN YOU AVOIDED ME TODAY, THE THOUGHT OF LOSING YOU AGAIN MADE A PIT IN MY STOMACH! I DON’T GIVE A SHIT IF YOUR DICK GOT HARD!” She paused, still looking at me wide-eyed, “I need you.” She said again, in a whisper this time. She wiped her eyes and looked at me with a defeated look. I smiled briefly before leaning in to give her a hug. Her head rests below the crook of my chin as she buried her face in my chest.

After a while, I was holding her in my arms as she lay against me. Slowly, her breathing returned to normal. Mine, however, increased rapidly due to the growth in my pants. Before I could say anything, she already knew and said, “Please don’t leave. I know it’s kinda weird, but please don’t leave me alone. It’s fine, I don’t mind. Just stay.” My sister always found a way to make me comfortable in the least comfortable of situations. As I continued to grow, she shifted so her head was facing away from me. ‘Is she staring at my cock? She had to be right?’ She spoke up, confirming my suspicions, “Y’know, the morning I went for waffles, I saw it. Not fully, but enough.” “Actually?” I responded. “I know I wasn’t supposed to and it’s natural in the mornings, but I couldn’t help but stare. My god, you were so hard.” She said, but her word choice made my cock twitch. “Oh, you liked that?” She said. Does she have any idea what this is doing to me? Continuing, she said, “What if I told you about how I felt you pressing against me last night. Holy shit you were so hard.” My sister is the devil. Please don’t stop. “I tried imagining how far you’d be in me while you were pressed against me.” She said, but I couldn’t take it anymore. “Sis, don’t do this to me.” I pleaded. “Awwww! Baby bro, I’m not that cruel.” She paused looking down at the tent in my Pants. “Let me see it. Like fully. Not just behind your pants or boxers.” “Are you sure?” I questioned. “Yes, I’m sure.” She responded. I lifted my arms up partially allowing her better access to my belt. My stomach turned as she pulled my belt from each loophole. Her hand rested on me after taking my jeans off. She gently grabbed it with her hand, squeezing. “Holy shit bro, I can’t even fit my hand around it.” All I could do was groan in response to her delicate fingers. “That bad huh? Ok, lift up your hips lemme get these off.” She said, removing my boxers slowly revealing my shaft all the way down until I sprung out. She looked at it mesmerized. “Wow, You’re… it-.” She paused to collect her thoughts. “You have a beautiful cock.” Her comment almost made me laugh, but I was proud and happy she thought so. “Can I stroke you?” She asked which I nodded in response.

Slowly and skillfully, she began to move her hand up and down my length. Gradually, she quickened her pace and grip on me. “Can I spit on it? I don’t want to rub you raw.” She said, laughing. I nodded again as she spit directly on my tip and spread it around the entirety of my cock with her fingers.

She stroked my length rapidly as she moved between my legs putting one of my balls in her mouth. Then two. She looked me dead in the eyes as she released my balls from her mouth and hovered lightly over my tip. I could feel her breath on my cock. Then, in a flash, she took me in her mouth. Only about one-third of me at first, but each time she pushed further until she pulled me out of her mouth before taking my entire length down her throat in one swift move. I knew I wouldn’t last long and warned her, but instead of taking me out of her mouth, she dove until her nose was pressing against my pubic bone and I could feel her throat contract around me. She looked up at me teary-eyed, not because she was sad, but because I was so deep in her throat. Staring at her, I felt myself pass the point of no return and shuddered as I let thick rope after rope hit the back of her throat. She didn’t remove herself from me until I had given her everything I had. Some of my cum ran down her chin, but she scooped it up with her pinky and put it back in her mouth. She didn’t waste a drop.

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