I Love My Little Sister, Too

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This is the first part of my new story! Remember, first part. There's more coming. Anthony, this one's for you.
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I love Saturdays. Since school is closed but most jobs aren't, they're about the only time I get to hang out with my little sister Gillian without our parents around. And trust me, not having them around makes it so much better. I just wish they had to go earlier. Gillian and I are on the living room couch half-watching My Little Pony (her idea) and wishing we had the place to ourselves. I've heard some of my friends talking about it and I guess I don't hate it, but it's still just something to take my mind off being forced to wait. It isn't working. All I'm thinking about is how lame it is that time is keeping us semi-supervised. Every so often, I catch her glimpse at me as I do the same. She smiles that pretty smile of hers and I do more of a smirk. We both know whats going to happen and we both know it's being delayed. It feels torturous.

We finally hear the alarm clock go off in our parents' room and we smile a little knowing that by the time the show is over, they'll have left. Judging by the rustling of fabric we can hear from downstairs, they're in a hurry. Within a few minutes, they're coming downstairs and dad is making the same comment about how nice it is to see a brother and sister getting along he's been making for so Goddamn long. I like my little sister, it's not an acheivement! I used to tell him that before I got tired of coming up with new ways to. I know he and my aunt Daphne don't get along, but still. Daphne is a twat who only gets off the cock of the guy she met at the bar last night to thump her bible and tell people they were going to hell. Apparently she'd been that way since she was 12, which made me a little sick. On the other end of the spectrum, Gillian is compassionate, not judgemental and not a complete and utter slut. Its almost as if different people are thought of in different ways or something! I would have also mentioned that Gillian is beautiful but if I'm being honest, I've seen Daphne in the shower when she was too freshly-fucked and high to notice me and I gotta say, not bad. Gillian's got her beat cold there too, though. You'd think dad would get tired of his little verbal award ceremony by now, but nope. He's just as proud as he can be, boy howdy! Friggin' toolbox, just go already so I can keep doing what you're so gosh-darn delighted about! Well, maybe he wouldn't be delighted if he knew all the details, but with a little luck, he wouldn't. I couldn't decide which was more annoying, dad's strange pride or mom snickering at me for watching a show even she used to think was too girly. I gave her a little shrug and thankfully it and a little comment about me being gay satisfied her so she and dad left.

Gillian instantly hopped up and locked the door. I wasn't far behind and just as her long blonde hair stopped moving from her turning around, I had her wrapped up in my arms and was my head halfway to where I had wanted it to be since I woke up. She and I had been kissing and various other things since her sixteenth birthday a few months ago and it still twisted my stomach in a good way, just like that first time. I noted that her lips felt as soft as ever this morning as she used them to almost silently tell me she had wanted this as much as me. I say "almost" silent because she moaned a little, quiet but intense little sounds as she tried to say the kind of sweet things she always did without actually stopping the kiss. As much as I love hearing them, she had the right priorities. Finally kissing her after what felt like hours was what I figured it was like for a junkie to score after a week sober. It felt like I'd been incomplete but now that piece was back where it belonged. And somehow, I could tell she felt the same way. But there was still an empty space, one a kiss alone couldn't fill. We both knew it was there and neither of us wanted it. I pulled my mouth from hers and she slowly opened her gorgeous jade eyes and smiled nervously as she let out a slightly wavering breath. I lowered my hands from her shoulder to the hem of her shirt and raised it slowly. She made no effort to stop me but I could tell she was anxious.

"Are you scared," I asked her.

"no," she lied softly.

"I don't have to if you don't want me to."

"you know I do. just...you've seen me in a bra, right?"

I nodded, unable to completely suppress a smile as I remembered.

"I'm...I'm not wearing one right now," she said as she glanced away. I understood now. Though I had seen her without a shirt and even touched her under one, I hadn't seen her bare breasts yet. As far as I knew, nobody had since she became able to bathe herself. "What if they're too small or my..nipples are weird or soemthing?"

"They're yours," I whispered, kissing her briefly. Her breasts weren't exactly huge but they were a solid B. Besides, she could have been flat as a board with five green, hexagon nipples and I would suck all five with love and gusto. "They'll be as amazing as the rest of you."

"You haven't seen all of me," she said, smirking but touched at my words.

"I know. We should fix that soon."

"Like...today-soon?" Suggesting that today be the day made her voice break a bit but she didn't sound like she was objecting. I smiled and resumed lifting her top. I could see her getting more and more nervous as more and more of her smooth skin was exposed. By the time I got to her ribs (which weren't visible through her skin, thank God), she couldn't even maintain eye contact. I lifted it more until just another few inches and her breasts would finally be out.

"last chance to back out," I offered. I always offered her the chance to change her mind and she always took it. But today, she only muttered "go ahead". I kissed her and raised the hem a little more. I had my eyes closed but I could tell the bottoms of her breasts were probably visible now. I wanted to pull back again and watch as I unveiled them, but I knew if she saw me staring, she might reconsider. Another inch up and I felt her inhale sharply through her nose. She probably noticed the cool breeze from the AC on her nipples and it surprised her. I started to reduce the kiss so I could look...

BANG-BANG-BANG!!

I'd forgotten how close to the door we were, so the loudness of the knocking startled me. Gillian yanked her lips from me and frantically pulled down her shirt before I could steal a glance. All I saw was her stomach. Fuck. Gillian ran back to the couch in a funny little stealth-run so the person at the door wouldn't hear her footsteps. Of course if they so much as looked in her direction, they'd notice how red her face was.

I looked through the glass seashell-pattern thing on the door and saw mom standing on the porch checking her watch, obviously annoyed. Not as annoyed as me. I checked myself for erection and looked at the TV so the colorful horses could help it go down. It hadn't quite done it yet but mom's knocking sounded pissed so I took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Finally," she said exasperated.

"Forget something," I asked, hiding my anxiety fairly well.

"Yeah, I forgot my purse."

"Maybe if you weren't so busy calling me gay, you might have remembered it." I looked around for it so I could get her out of here as quick as possible and get back to what I was doing. If I was lucky, Gillian would find almost being caught as exhilerating as I did and would be more eager to go further than before.

"Maybe you'd have noticed I didn't have it if you weren't so busy being gay. Jill, have you seen my purse," mom asked as she bent over to look at the lower shelf of the coffee table. She had kind of a nice ass. I mean, I wasn't trying to get with her or anything. I didn't feel about mom the way I did about Gillian. But since being related was obviously no problem for me, I could be honest at least. And to be honest, mom has a nice ass. I'd have rather seen her than Daphne. I looked away before she or worse Gillian caught me looking and noticed the purse hanging from the entertainment center.

"Its hanging up there," I said. Mom looked where I was looking and grabbed her purse, walking toward the door in a bit of a huff. She was probably worried about being late for work which she avoided doing when possible. I was behind her to lock the door as soon as I could without being too suspicious. She opened the door but stopped and looked back.

"Were you doing something to your sister?"

My heart sped up ten-fold. Or it felt like it. "What? What do you mean?"

"Shes all red and looks like one of you just did something you know you shouldn't have. And you sound guilty."

"Its-its a touching episode," I said, flicking my eyes toward the TV. Mom leaned to look over my shoulder and made a face. I looked too and found two cutesy ponies hopping with rabbits singing an upbeat song that involved the words 'holiday cheer'. Goddammit, show. "Or it was a second ago." She looked at me the way she would if she were saying "If I find out you tried to fuck her..." but couldn't get herself to say it and closed the door. I waited a beat and locked it, then went to the window to look through the blinds without opening them for the car to leave the driveway. It did and I turned back to Gillian. "That was an unpleasant surprise."

Gillian nodded silently.

"Do you still wanna...?"

She shook her head and looked like she wanted to run to her room and lock herself in. I sighed quietly and sat down beside her. She loosened her tense pose and soon had her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and she relaxed against me, her breathing and my heartbeat slowly returning to normal. By the time winter was wrapped up, she had her hand on my chest and had her legs angled toward me. Her angelic face looked somewhere between content and like she had just found out the cops were looking for her. I turned the arm-around-the-shoulder into more of a hug.

"we won't get caught," I said, trying to soothe her.

"you don't know that."

"yes I do. mom probably thinks the time it took to answer the door was just me getting there from the couch."

"Did you see her face? She looked like she was gonna tell you not to knock me up!"

"I hope thats how she would react," I smiled. "Then we wouldn't have to sneak around, as long as I had a condom."

"I'm being serious, Lewis!"

"You're being C.S. Lewis?" I smirked a little and then made myself stop. "I didn't know you did impressions."

Gillian chuckled but tried to sound serious again. "No, I mean it! We have to be careful."

"Wow, C.S. Lewis, you sound way more girly than I thought you would."

"Stop it," she laughed, shoving me playfully. I shoved her back, taking care not to do it too hard. She and I went back and forth, shoving and laughing for a few minutes until we were both laughing too hard to think about what had almost happened. We stopped to catch our breath and Gillian cuddled with me again. "We really should be more careful," she said, becoming more serious after saying it. "If we get caught, I don't know what'll happen, but it won't end with acceptance. I'm just scared that our parents will send one of us away if they find out." Her cuddle changed to a cling. "I don't want to lose my big brother but I don't think I can lose...everything else you are to me, either. Promise me we'll be more careful, okay?"

I put my hand on her hair gently and ruffled it lightly. "I promise." She pushed her head into my chest again like an affectionate kitten. It wasn't the same as seeing her naked or kissing her, but this was a good way to spend a Saturday morning too.

[hardoneforgirl]

Please, continue this story.

[mdesk66]

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[LikeTo]

Glad everyone's enjoying it so far. I think it'll turn out to be a good one. It's only the first part and already "Goddammit, show" is the best thing I've ever written, ever.

[Kelseyshae]

very good

[I love your stories]

OMG you made a story for ME??? I LOVE YOU -HUG- (NO HOMO) great story i will tell you what i thought in a pm later but for now i cant believe you done this AHHH im soooo happy !!!!

[ELaken-Palmer]

Very good start to (what looks like) a very good story. Keep it coming!

[il-pam]

my brother an i did that act alot . smoetimes i think now just how mom could not have known lol

[I love your stories]

i like it soo far its interesting, youv'e made it just how i like it *Thumb up* oh yeah can you say lewis's age? thanks for making this much appreciated !

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[itsagirlthing]

wonderful start ..hope to read more!..

[amerosh_S]

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[londonpython]

gr8 so far

[LikeTo]

Sorry for the long wait. No excuses, let's just get to it.
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Two weeks have passed since Gillian and I got to be alone together. Last weekend, dad's office was closed for fumigation because one of his co-worker's kids had lice and his boss was a paranoid asshole. I may just be calling him that because it prevented me from making out with my sister again, but it really pissed me off. I need every opportunity I can get just to get Gillian back to where she'll let me take her shirt off, let alone go further. First priority is to ease her mind and make sure she's not feeling guilty or concerned, of course, but I just knew in my soul she had beautiful breasts.

Gillian didn't take it terribly well either. Dad spent the day on the couch with a robe covering his t-shirt and shorts. Have I mentioned that dad is a real wild and crazy kinda guy? Because he isn't. Not that I'm complaining. Spending any amount of time around your father's exposed schlong flopping around is unfortunate. Besides, I said mom had a nice ass, but I think if Gillian said dad had a nice anything, I'd probably punch him right in the balls. Yeah, I'm a double-standards having pig, shoot me.

Ever since that day we almost got caught, mom has been looking at Gillian and I a little differently. I'm not sure she knows what was going on, but she has suspicions. I was confident at the time and I still act that way for Gillian, but honestly, I'm kind of worried. Like, she asked dad to take the day off and tell us an excuse kinda worried. I wouldn't think that, except this Saturday mom has the day off. This never happens. Mom's boss is way too much of a dick to hand out days off and mom has gone in sick as a dog without a single complaint. I don't like this. If they act like we did something wrong, Gillian might start thinking we did. If little sister is the only thing she wants to be to me, fine. If thats her choice, I'll have no complaints. I'd have her as a platonic friend and consider myself lucky. But if she can be more to me, and I can be more to her, shouldn't we at least try to be? Isn't it my duty as her brother to love her to the utmost of my abilities? Didn't I say an unspoken vow to give her all the happiness I could? Well, if the best way to give her that is sexually, how can I let anyone prevent me from doing so? It'll take some time to restore Gillian's confidence enough to go back to our usual weekend habit, but I'm dedicated and shes worth it. Plus, I really want to see her naked. So Goddamn bad!

But that didn't seem likely with mom sitting on the couch dividing us. Between her and her adamantly deciding we would all watch C-SPAN, the atmosphere couldn't have been less stimulating if we were operating the boom mic for Sesame Street. Well, in reality, anyway. In my head, mom was not only fine with what Gillian and I did, she wanted to see if we could fit her in anywhere. I dragged my teeth over my lip to make what was about to happen stop, both in my mind and my pants. I liked Gillian. If I wanted a cute girl to fuck, I'm sure I could find one. If I just wanted to bone someone related to me, I'm like 90-some percent sure I could get Daphne into the state of mind where any old cock will do and lookie who has one. It wasn't like that. I liked Gillian because she was her, not because incest in general gets me off. So I snapped myself back from the greatest threesome of all time and actually tried to watch TV.

It was boring.

I leaned back on the couch to escape tentatively into my own mind, but instead looked to the side behind mom's head in time to see Gillian lean back too. We smiled and she sucked her bottom lip in just slightly, biting it gently, judging from the slight stretching of the skin just under it. She had the same thing on her mind, minus mom. We looked into each other's eyes, announcing what we wanted to do with each other and how badly we wanted to do it. Only Gillian flicked her eyes toward mom to see if she noticed and when it appeared she hadn't, there was a half-second of relief in her gaze before it returned to longing. I'm not sure how long we did this in minutes, only that it was longer than I could stand. I stood up and walked in the direction of the kitchen.

"Where are you going," mom asked, affirming my suspicions about her knowing a little bit.

"I'm thirsty," I said. "Unless there's water on the couch somewhere, I have to leave it in order to acquire some. Do you want to see mein papers?"

"Nein," she said, turning back to the screen. "Ya little smart-ass."

I needed a drink, but only to cool myself off. I don't know if it was desire or frustration or both, but this whole situation was making me antsy. Why did she care so much if I kiss my sister sometimes!? I know not to get Gillian pregnant, so we won't have any weird-ass kids, and of-fuckin'-course I won't just use her for her virginity and bail. I couldn't if I wanted to, and for all the little digs she took at me, I assumed mom thought I was a decent person! I swung the cabinet door open and grabbed a cup with a saying I was too annoyed to read on it. The cold water did cool me off physically a bit, but having mom around was still testing my patience. And if I was right about their suspicions, it wouldn't be any better next weekend. Fuck! If I'd just been a little more careful, I could be kissing Gillian in any number of places right now!

I exhaled and pretended I had a cool head as I went back to the couch. God, C-SPAN is fucking boring.

The day went by at an unenthusiastic crawl. Dad came home with pizza in tow. Nothing special. Another few hours passed and now the house is dark and everyone is in bed. I can't sleep, even though I really want to. The clock on my dresser says it's 12:47 and all the music on my iPod is becoming stale. I feel restless and kind of angry, like when my parents used to send me to bed without dinner, except this time I knew that even if Gillian snuck me something to eat later, it wouldn't help anything. No, the food wouldn't. But maybe she would...

There was about a minute between me knocking on Gillian's bedroom door and her opening it. Her hair was a little messed-up but her eyes didn't look like she'd been asleep. She made a little effort to cover her half-buttoned pajama top.

"lewis? whats wrong," she asked, sounding a little scared.

"can i come in?"

She nodded and pulled the door open further. I stepped in and she closed the door behind me. I was tempted to grab her and just release my pent-up frustrations into her mouth, but I held back just in case she wasn't in the mood. "is something wrong," she asked again, more relaxed now.

"i missed being with you today," I said, still as quietly as I was in the hall. "and last weekend."

Gillian sat down on her bed and in the darkness, I could see her tilt her head a little and fold her hands in her lap. "me too."

I sat beside her and she leaned toward me, pressing her shoulder on mine softly. I moved my arm around behind her and lay my hand on her shoulder.

"i like when you hold me like this," she said, giving away her smile in her tone. "it makes me feel like we're alone."

"we are."

"no we're not, mom and dad are just down the hall."

"sleeping," I reminded her. "as long as nothing wakes them up, we're as alone as we need to be."

Gillian paused before saying more softly than before "for what?" She sounded hopeful but nervous. I raised my hand and fanned my fingers, searching for her head. My fingertips foudn her chin and raised it gently. She made a small sound that was either a quarter-hearted objection or mildly thrilled realization. The way she kissedme back when my lips found hers told me which it was. Her hand touched my chest, not trying to push but just because she needed the contact. My free hand cupped hers, which pleased her.

This was exactly what I needed. We sent each other all the need we'd bottled up during the day but instead of them merging and becoming bigger, they dissolved as they met. I didn't feel quite as anxious anymore. I could actually feel both of our shoulders loosen. So she was feeling it too. If I'd known, I would have found some way to do this sooner.

Gillian suddenly pulled back and started to say something a couple times. Finally she cleared her throat and got it out. "do you promise to leave the lights off," she asked meekly. I didn't quite understand why she asked that, but I said I did. And confirmed it twice. She kissed me again briefly and then stood up. I could hear her taking deep breaths before reaching her hands up to her chest, followed by the very faint sound of cotton clothing ruffling. I gulped hard as I figured out what she was doing and really wished I hadn't agreed to keep the room dark. She dropped her arms a second before I saw something drop from her body and vanish into the darkness. She touched her waist but then sat down beside me again. "i'm sorry, but i still don't know if i'm okay with you seeing my breasts yet." Well, the 'yet' gave me hope.

"thats fine," i said, kissing her again. I wanted to touch her exposed skin so much, but didn't want to assume anything with her still so obviously skittish. After a while, she picked up my hand and put it on her stomach, breaking the kiss just ling enough to say "touch mmm". As soon as she said 'touch', I was too excited not to cut her off. My hand slid up her body slowly in an inhuman show of restraint before finally finding where her breast swelled. She inhaled sharply through her nose and tensed but that was it. Continuing upward, I soon felt her skin curve outward and then out and up. She made an 'mmf!' sound into my mouth as I found a hard protrusion. I smiled to myself as I found it again and again.

"mm, lewis, if you keep touching there, it's going to...i don't think i'll be able to keep..." She sighed, almost as disappointed as I would be when she finished her thought. "it's really...exciting me and makes me want you...more than i already do. i know mom and dad are asleep, but i don't want to spend my first time scared of getting caught. i'm so sorry. the rest of my chest is okay, just don't touch my..nipple too much, okay?" She sounded like she thought I'd be mad and it wasn't the reaction I'd hoped for. Or it was, except I'd wanted her to embrace it. But I shifted my hand and parted my fingers to wrap around the soft mound but to touch the nipple only slightly, lifting a bit and squeezing just barely. Gillian sighed in pleasure and thanked me. Her sweet-voiced gratitude made the realization that touching anything still covered was off limits sting less.

We continued kissing and I went on feeling her breasts one after the other for an amount of time I couldn't have cared less about. I'm kind of surprised I accidentally touched her nipples as few times as I did. At some point, her arm dropped and her hand landed on the tip of my dick. She gasped as she realized what it was and that it had poked out of my shorts. "i'm so sorry!"

"it's okay. it felt kind of alright," I understated.

"oh." She paused. "do you...is it okay if i only touch it with my hand?"

I only barely managed to keep it at a whisper, albeit an extremely eager one, as I said "yes, perfectly fine". She chuckled nervously and re-establish contact with me at the lips and penis. She only seemed to know what she was doing at the former so I wrapped a hand around hers and guided it into a somewhat loose, very slow handjob. She let me show her what to do and didn't lose a beat when i released her hand to return to her chest. I couldn't see more than her basic form, but I could tell her tits were perfect by touch.

"mm, it's warm," she said. "and hard. it feels kinda good in my hand."

"i was about to say the same thing. it really does feel good in your hand."

She chukled and after a minute of stroking spoke again. "what'll happen if i keep this up?"

"i'll cum," I said, suddenly worried that I would and soon.

"..can i see? i've never seen a guy do that and...can i?"

"not with the lights off." It really wasn't what I intended, but this was a pretty good idea. If she wanted to see me cum, she'd have to turn on a light and let me see her breasts. She didn't say anything, probably thinking what I was. Gillian stood up and got in front of me, lowering herself onto her knees and resuming the handjob. "i think i can see it like this." She's too smart for my own good.

Her motion squeezed a bit of precum from me, lubricating her strokes and amplfying the pleasure from it. My little sister's smooth skin rubbed me through the thin coat of fluid, propelling me quickly toward a full-blown orgasm.

"i think it just twitched," Gillian said, either thrilled or scared.

"it means i'm about to cum," I said with some shame and regret. I really wanted this to keep going for as long as possible.

"oh, uh, okay. what do i do to make it...happen?"

I was tempted to tell her to keep doing what she was doing, but a more horny part of my brain had a better idea. "put it in your mouth."

"in my...what?"

"put it in your mouth and then move your lips like you are your hand."

She stopped. Completely. No jerking, no sucking, not even a sound. I was taking a breath to say I was sorry when I felt two moist strings of jelly on the top and underside of my cock, moving slowly. This time, I took in air in a hurry. She did it slow and didn't take much in, plus she seemed to have some nerve-induced dry-mouth, but she had enough spit to make her moves nice even slides. I groaned quietly as we both felt my cock twitch again. All my restraint kept it held back for a minute or two, but the slick friction combined with knowing it was my little sister sucking me off made short work of my resistence.

"here it comes," I groaned. Gillian let me out of her mouth and stroked me again. I clasped a hand over my mouth to stop myself from being too loud as I started cumming hard. Gillian gasped once then was quiet and finally chuckled.

"it's all hot and thick."

I raised myself up from my half-lay position. "where'd it land," I asked like a dumbass. She was silent for a moment.

"...on my breasts...," she whispered. "it feels like there was a lot of it." I came this close to saying 'fuck my promise'. It's always good to keep them, but God damn I bet she looked sexy with my cum on her tits!

I took a second to compse myself. "lay down on your bed," I said. "it's your turn."

"lewis, we can't. i told you i don't want my first time to be so scary."

"i just want to do to you what you did to me," I said, I hope comfortingly. "just my hands and mouth."

"oh...i don't think i can show you...my..."

"i promised to leave the lights off, remember?"

"i know...what if i'm too loud?"

"then you can scream into my mouth."

"..i don't know..." She sounded like she wasn't convinced, but would be shortly.

"you're excited, aren't you?"

"god, yes..."

"let me help you."

"...mom and dad might wake up..."

"i can't just leave you like this."

She stopped, obviously mulling it over. I really did want to pleasure her. To taste her. To feel every last inch of her silky skin.

"well..," she started, but was cut off by a clicking sound. That and the faint light under her door told us it was the bathroom light. Someone was awake! She gasped in horror. "oh no! lewis, we can't get caught together!"

I sighed, knowing she was right and not liking it in the least. I stood up and tucked my softening dick into my shorts. Gillian's sillhouette looked so downtrodden at sending me away. I put a hand on her cheek and kissed her forehead like I used to when she was a kid and I wasn't much more. She leaned into it, knowing without sight exactly how far to do it without headbutting me. I opened her window and looked back in one last time before going out onto the awning outside. I crept across it silently, or close enough, to my own room's window. Good thing I'd felt like letting a breeze in. I crawled in and into bed. I felt so guilty about leaving Gillian aroused and alone, the gnawing feeling continuting into my dream, where I satisfied her thoroughly and often.

[crimsonshade95]

continue plz

[Waza27]

loving this story. yes please continue.

[Martin690]

Please keep going

[ohthatguy]

more!

[YoungSexToy]

man, that was awsome...we want moooooore!!!

[.::Miguelito::.]

Continue!

[BehemothCock]

Seriously... One of the best composed and well thought out stories I've read on here. I really, really wouldn't even mind a few more cliff hangers I love the intimacy and detail. I found my hand on my cock more than once reading this. Please continue it. I'd love to hear details from the characters past, how they came to this wild attraction and lust. Great work. Keep it up.

[Tyraslover]

Whoa...such a hot story. Can't wait for you to continue!

[ahorsewithnoname]

The OP hasn't posted in two months. The thread may not get updated.

[kinkyK]

MOOOAAAARRRRRR! Please :P

[LikeTo]

Originally Posted by ahorsewithnoname

The OP hasn't posted in two months. The thread may not get updated.

It will be updated. Finished, even. I have some ideas for the story I want to do that I think you'll all enjoy. But I've been working on so many other projects, not the least of which is trying to teach myself new skills, so I've been spread a little thin. There will be more. Not saying soon, but it's coming. I even spelled "coming" in the non-sexual way, so you know I'm serious. Until then, your patience and praise are appreciated and I'll try to make the next installments worth the wait.

[r34skilyne]

Originally Posted by LikeTo

It will be updated. Finished, even. I have some ideas for the story I want to do that I think you'll all enjoy. But I've been working on so many other projects, not the least of which is trying to teach myself new skills, so I've been spread a little thin. There will be more. Not saying soon, but it's coming. I even spelled "coming" in the non-sexual way, so you know I'm serious. Until then, your patience and praise are appreciated and I'll try to make the next installments worth the wait.

Great, sorry to say that I JUST found this story, but glad I did.
It's very well written and produced a sizealbe hard on through out the entire read. Can't wait for the rest.

[LikeTo]

Originally Posted by ahorsewithnoname

The OP hasn't posted in two months. The thread may not get updated.

Oh, ye of understandably little faith. Have some story!
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Things went on like they did the night I got to cum on Gillian's tits (still can't believe I got to do that!) for the next week. Minus the part where I came on her tits. Ever since that bathroom light went on, she's been too nervous to go beyond kissing. The one time I almost convinced her to, that Goddamn light came on again just as she was starting to weaken. If our parents were planning this, they were experts in the field of cock-blockery. I would have been more or less happy just to have the nights to be alone with her, if I still had them. Mom caught me two nights ago sneaking back in my window when she came in to "check on me, like always". I managed to bullshit her, or at least get her to go away, by telling her I had gone out to get a pop at the 7-11 down the street and thought it would scare everyone to hear me open the front door. Just because I try to be straight with people doesn't mean I never honed my real-world acting. The fact that our neighbor does it pro made it difficult not to pick up a trick or two. I'm still not entirely sure if mom bought it, but she said good night and I didn't hear her check Gillian's room, so good enough.

After that, I was getting a little concerned about nightly visits. Gillian was downright scared, she didn't even let me in last night. That really hurt, not to mention pissed me off. Not only could I not see my own sister (well I could during the day, but not in the way we both wanted), how could I get them to back off without validating their suspicions? I couldn't even jerk off thinking about her since mom suddenly forgot I wasn't three anymore and didn't need examined in my sleep. If nothing else, I could at least keep the satisfaction of doing this to us from them. Petty? Sure. But having been cut off from Gillian physically, it was about all I had to keep myself sane.

I came down the stairs this morning like my first day of sobriety. I managed to excuse it as the summer heat keeping me up all night, but at least two people at the breakfast table knew what it really was. Gillian seemed to be fairing better, or calmer anyway, but I could tell she was feeling a bit irritable. I'm ashamed to say this, but I was actually kind of happy about that. It was nice to know she felt the same way I did about our twenty-four hour chaperones. But that was dulled by seeing her lips open for another spoonful of Count Chocula and not knowing when they would be pressed tenderly to my own. Her lips, I mean, not the cereal. I swear, if it wouldn't have gotten Gillian bitched out, I would have put up with whatever our parents could dish out just to lean over the table and kiss her.

It's mom's turn to stay home. Today it's because of a "gas leak". Yeah, gas like methane. From the bullshit coming out of your mouth. You suck! Dad at least doesn't care what we do as long as it isn't each other. Mom has a laundry list of things to do around the house, not the least of which is laundry. But the one that I was actually looking forward to was taking out the trash. Being outside and away from everything that was driving me crazy one way or another sounded like it would be good for me. I had no idea how good for me it would be, but at the time, I took the opportunity to grumble about everything. About our parents for not just letting Gillian and I be close. Dad was so proud of me for a form of it a couple weeks ago, now it had become his holy crusade to prevent it? I stewed about how society was repressed enough to wag their fingers at one kind of love turning into another. Buncha fuckin' aunt Daphnes in this world! And I groaned at the parents again for buying into society's horse shit. I knew about them but I managed to rise above it all, what was their problem!? Why can't I just fucking kiss my sister and maybe fuck her when she's ready and spend every weekend of our lives in bed together just fucking and being close, GODDAMMIT!?!?!

"You alright, Lou?"

I snapped out of it, noticing my face was scrunched up. I could have sworn I'd been keeping that outrage in my head better than that. With a quick exhale and false relaxation, I turned to where the voice had come from. I knew who it was and even though I kind of wanted to be left to simmer in my own annoyance, I felt it would be a bad choice to blow off the neighbor.

"Hey, ms. Bolinheim."

"Yeah, hi. Seriously, you look like you're about one seeded grape away from doing something they'll blame violent media for. Now, I asked you a question. Anything you wanna talk to me about?"

No. No, I don't want to tell you I'm mad at my parents. I don't want to tell you they're depriving me of one of the maybe five really good things in my life and the only one that isn't costing me a ton of money. And hell no, I don't want to tell you about how the cause of all this is that I can't make out with...

"It's about your sister, isn't it?"

...what?

"...what?" Seriously, thats all I can think. Ms. Bolinheim told me to come closer, which i did since I was incredibly open to suggestion in my stunned state.

"Lets get some things out of the way right now. One, I've seen you sneaking from your window to Jill's."

Crap.

"Two, I have a pretty good idea what's going on."

Shit.

"Three, I'm guessing your parents put the kibosh on it."

Even just hearing someone else say it frustrated me.

"And four, I don't like when parents stand in the way of a brother-sister relationship. It's ruining a beautiful thing just to be a jerk. Like giving a unicorn a black eye. So, what say we work something out before you snap, huh?" She put an arm around my shoulders and led me toward her door. Again, I was somewhat suseptible to being led around. It sounds like something I should just get over, but hearing the neighbor say she knows you've been trying to nail your sister AND that she wants you to do it is a tad more shocking in real life than it is on paper. I hadn't regained much composure until I was in her living room and she was in the kitchen.

"You're twenty-one, right," she called from the other side of the wall.

"uh, no, only nineteen. Why?"

"Matt got a six pack of beer the other night and I was gonna offer you one. But I wouldn't want to break any laws." She laughed at some joke I either didn't get or wasn't around to hear. She came back with a glass of water for each of us and I must admit, drinking the cold liquid did feel a little relaxing. Probably just the cold reducing the warmth in my skin from my huffing a second ago, but I'll take it.

It was then that I noticed ms. Bolinheim sitting on the couch with me. I wanted Gillian and her alone. But if I weren't wired that way, I defintely would have tried to make a move on her. Waste of time, going by how affectionate she was with her common law husband, but you never know until you try. Besides, if I couldn't have gotten anything going with her, there was always her daughter. Yeah, I'll admit, I've given them both a few looks. They were both beautiful redheads with obviously great bodies. Gillian's the one I love, but I'm not blind. Speaking of whom...

"Where's everyone else," I asked, sounding like a nervous virgin in a cougar's clutches.

"Matt's working," she said, pausing to take a sip and show me how calm and casual she was about this. Good, I suppose. "And Rose is at camp for the week." Again, she had some water, her relaxed pose making a mockery of every horny teenage guy who would love a piece of her. "Let's get down to business. How right am I about your family difficulties?"

"...pretty much 100%," I admitted. It felt kind of tense to confess to it out loud, but ms. Bolinheim just smiled.

"Thats good," she said. "A big brother is the perfect kind of guy and little sisters are just made to love. I don't know how the rest of humanity doesn't realize that, but let's stick with handling your parents for now. What's the story?"

I explained about mom coming back for her purse at the worst time, about how correctly paranoid they became and how even if they quit patrolling the house at night, Gillian was too scared to do anything now. Ms. Bolinheim watched me thoughtfully as I told her my tale of woe. I was kind of surprised she was so interested, but if she could, I'd gladly accept it. When I had gotten to taking out the trash being a much-needed break from everything, she uncrossed her legs and leaned in a little.

"Sounds like your parents need a vacation," she said, smiling. "And if my guy is into it, I think we can give you just the opening you need." She laid out her plan and if it worked, it should be just about perfect. I agreed to it and she sent me back home before my parents got suspicious. Huh. Knowing there was hope now took some of the edge off of thinking about them.

I strode back inside, letting the AC damn near flash-freeze the sweat I'd gotten from being outside for maybe two minutes. I was smiling. No bullshit, not faking it smiling. Mom asked what took me and I gave her something about petting a dog that walked by or something. I was too focused on not giving Gillian an "everything is gonna be just fine" wink.

[peterx88]

the suspense is killing me nice writing! its hot as hell, keep it up!

[young youth]

I also love my little sister too pm me

[boundless88]

Amazing story, can't wait to hear more. Thank you for posting!

[BTLSX]

I love your stories and can't wait for the next chapter of this one. I also like how you included characters from the previous ones.

[Dizzyworks673]

Great story so far, I like the realness of the kids being worried about being caught and the fact that the parents aren't clueless about what's going on in the house.

Keep up the good work, hope to see the next part soon.

[davidividi]

Nice!

[Online_Insomniac]

Holy shit more. This is brilliant. I absolutely love the inward banter and monologue. Sarcasm really speaks to me, and this shit is absolutely brilliant.

Please post again soon. I know how hard it is to juggle writing and pretty much everything else, which is why I haven't posted anything in for-fucking-ever. But this is amazing, so when the next part is done please post it!

[darthel0101]

This IS a good story. the only problem is that the submissions are too short.

[LikeTo]

Little short, lot late, but not abandoned! Your patience has been much appreciated these last...months. Sorry, life. But fear not! Next part is happening right now! Strap in.
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Between the many Labors of Lewis mom kept throwing at me and dad taking over keeping an eye on us when he got off work, there wasn't really any time to brief Gillian on ms. Bolinheim's plan but I did my best to hint that things weren't going to suck for a while pretty soon, maybe, I hoped. I noticed the other Bolinheim's car going in the driveway toward the end of dinner and tried to keep my cool. If she was as cool as she seemed, his not-quite wife was minutes away from laying down her scheme for him, which hopefully meant he was a couple more from agreeing. If she turned out to suck, any number of bad things could happen. They tell my parents they were right (which would really burn my ass to have to admit), they blackmail me, or worse, Gillian. Other stuff I was too hopeful to dwell on. She didn't seem like she was lying when she talked about how supportive she was of a deviant lifestyle, but then again, mom bought that I'd climbed the porch awning so as not to disturb the blissful slumber she'd given up to chaperone me, so who knows?

Is it wrong that knowing their inspections were robbing them of sleep made me feel really good whenever I thought about it? Just curious, it won't change either way.

By beddy-bye time, I hadn't heard from the neighbors, which worried me. I told mom and dad I wanted to catch a movie on TV tonight, which they almost refused to allow because I'm apparently six years old, until Gillian went upstairs first. With the threat of incest vanquished for another day, the two heroes in their own minds relented and left the room. I stayed on the couch and tried to find a watchable movie to sort of watch for an hour. If I knew Gillian, she would notice I was still downstairs and at least come down for a little platonic quality time. Dirty quality time was too much to hope for, and yet I couldn't stop hoping for it. Weird.

Sure enough, right about the time Lucius Fox was destroying the Bat-Monitors, I heard a slow, quiet creak from behind and above me. I waited through a few more of them to turn around. Gillian in a kinda sheer nightgown. If the light had been just a few feet behind her...
She carefully came down the last few steps and sat beside me. It was taking all of my restraint not to go crazy all over her mouth and the only reason I showed it was because she was. Probably worried someone was doing some ninja-style recon on us. She'd have been paranoid in almost any other household, and how I wished we were in one of them. She leaned closer and whispered "wait a couple minutes, make sure nobody's watching and then follow me". Then she got up and went into the downstairs bathroom. This way, if someone noticed she wasn't in bed, she had a reason to be down here.

"clever girl," I said quietly and in a bad Australian accent.

I think I waited two minutes before waiting became bullshit and I knocked super-quietly. She cracked the door and I came in, closing and locking the door behind me. Gillian threw her arms around me and kissed me with the same pent-up desperation I'd been feeling myself. Hell, if anything, she made me feel bad for not having more. It surprised me but I got with the program pretty fast and started making her almost silent monologue (fair amount of little moans) of desire into a conversation. And O Holy God, did I need this! She made my brain feed itself endorphins like it was starring in a live-action Fat Albert and the studio couldn't afford a fat suit. If heroin is half as good as this, I'd never judge a junkie again. It was less like floating and more like my senses were too invested in experiencing her as much as possible and stopped giving a fuck about something as trivial as the ground.

She finally pulled back, panting hard as I tried to act too cool to do the same. I wasn't. But I mirrored her smile gladly.

"Let's never go this long without doing that again," I said, in all of the seriousness.

"we shouldn't have done it this time," she said, just as serious but less happy about it. "mom and dad might have a camera in here or something!" I didn't put it past them, but I also didn't want Gillian to give that any more serious consideration.

"Have you noticed any extra monitors around? 'Cause I haven't. No monitors means cameras are, at worst, pointless."

"I guess so."

"Besides, you can't expect me to resist you for this long and not do something when we're finally alone, can you? I've missed this."

Gillian grinned. "I can tell by the way your hands are on my butt." Her face softened into a more content smile. "I missed it too."

"I can tell by the way you haven't asked me to take my hands off your butt."

"Tell you what. If you tell me why you've been acting so different since this afternoon, I'll let you keep 'em there while you talk."

"That's a pretty good deal," I said. "Okay, this is going to sound bad, but PLEASE hold your screams or fainting until I finish because I swear it's not bad news." This clearly concerned her, but she nodded. I took a breath to stall while I thought of the best way to break this to her. "The woman next door knows about me coming in your window." Gillian's eyes opened wide and her jaw began to drop. This next part was going to be rough. "And...she knows we've been...well, not exactly, she assumes it's gone further than it has, but she knows it's...going." She really looked like only her need to run away was keeping her awake. So glad there was another part to this! "Okay, you know how the guy goes to other cities for cons and stuff sometimes? She told me she was gonna talk to him and see..."

"she's telling other people about us!?"

"uh...y-yeah, I guess she is. No, but listen! She..."

"Lewis, how could you tell someone else!? Do you have any idea how bad a decision that was!?"

"She already knew, but look..."

"Did you confirm!?"

"Well, yeah, but..."

"Oh my God!"

"Gillian, she sounded like she was just as in favor of brother-sister lovin' as we are! Now, please, let me talk." She inhaled but sighed and said nothing. "Thanks. She told me she was going to ask him about taking the guards to a con in Chicago. You know how mom has a thing for Chicago-style pizza and how dad was, you know, born there and hasn't been back since college? There is no way in hell they're gonna be able to resist going! But, oh no, what if there aren't enough tickets or accommodations for the two of us?" I asked that last thing with fake worry.

"we'll have to stay home all by ourselves," Gillian said as the corners of her frown steadily rose. "how sure are you this'll work?"

"If the neighbors will pitch the idea, 95%."

Gillian gave a little squeal of delight and gave me a hop-hug out of excitement. "this is so great! no parents, no worrying about them watching us or stopping us! we can do anything we want...to..." She pulled away again, which I hated, to look at me very seriously. "lewis...if this works and they leave for a weekend or something, will we...i mean, if you want to...how far do you want to go with me? if we don't have to worry about anything, i mean."

"As far as you're comfortable with." I almost said 'as far as you're willing to let me'. If I didn't know better, I'd think I wanted to have sex with her.

"even if...even if i want to go...far? like, much further than we've ever gone before?"

The classy thing to do would have been to assure her that I wanted to be with her in any way she needed or wanted me to. Instead, I said "like, how much further?"

She looked around shyly before saying almost silently "sex?" I don't know how I kept my enthusiasm inside but I'd like to thank whatever spell or gremlin that made it possible for me to touch her cheek calmly and gently and say "if you're sure it's what you want". She smiled and I think she was a little giddy.

"cool! uh, that's cool, uh, that you're so, like...like cool to do this or, you know..." Gillian looked down and then back up with a smile. "i don't want to go back to sleep yet. do you, um...can i use my mouth again? on you?" I nodded dumbly and she grinned as she started to lower herself.

"This time, I'm going to do something for you too," I said over the sound of my zipper going down. "It's gonna happen, so you might as well resign yourself to it right now." She chuckled and spread the zipper hole wider to pull my dick out. This was just what I needed and I was going to make Gillian realize she needed a little special treatment too. I felt one finger just barely touch my cock and it made it jump a

"Gillian?"

God. Fucking. Damn. Every. Fucking. Thing. Gillian drew her hand out like she heard a snake in my pants and bolted back to her feet. FuuuuUUUUCK!!! "go see if she's looking down here!"

I sighed, flicked off the bathroom light so she wouldn't see it in the dark and cracked the door. I didn't see mom in the living room, so I turned the light back on so she could see me shake my head.

"go out there in case she comes down!" Gillian looked scared but quickly changed her expression to apologetic. "sorry. i swear, when they go out of town, we'll do it all the time but for now, please!?"

"Jill?"

"...I'm in the bathroom, mom!"

"Downstairs?"

"I didn't want to be in the one upstairs in case someone else needed it!"

".....alright. Night, Jill."

"Night, mom." She gave me a signal to 'go before she comes down'. I started out the door and was halfway out when I felt Gillian's hand on my shoulder so I turned around. "i'm really sorry. so...i mean, i..." She took a deep breath and lifted her nightgown up as far her arms would let her.

There she was. My beautiful little sister, naked for all intents and purposes less than two feet in front of me. Perfectly perky, just under a handful-size breasts. Nipples the color of strawberry Starbursts with a little cherry on the tips and pucker at the bases. Like I didn't want to suck them badly enough already. Slim stomach topped with no visible ribs. She didn't shave completely, but she kept her bush neat, which made me think how good it was I wouldn't get hair in my mouth when I spent an afternoon eating her pussy like there was cash and fabulous prizes for doing it. Swear to God, if this plan worked, I was going to get waterlogged on her pussy juices! I could have done with a sip right then and there, but she was obviously nervous so I restrained myself.

She gave me a nice look before letting the hem of her gown drop back down to mid-thigh, then stood there anxiously giggling and not believing she just did that. I thought about hiding the semi I had, but decided not to. Seemed kinda pointless, plus I wanted her to see it. "i better go, but, uh...yeah, i, uh, i hope this works. looks like you do too. ha ha...so, i guess this is good night." Gillian kissed me softly on the cheek and then less softly on the lips. "see you tomorrow, big brother." She left the room and I soon heard her going up the steps. That was only about a minute later and I was already going back and forth between so Goddamn pissed at mom and wanting to jerk off. The anger and decision to save as much cum as possible for Gillian kept it in my pants, but I gotta say, it was agood fight there for a minute. I couldn't be interested in anything TV had to offer for tonight, so I went upstairs and got in bed. Jacking off and restraint had a quick rematch, with the same result so I eventually just fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning when I heard someone knock on the front door and smiled when I heard dad say "Hey, what's up?" followed by mr. Bolinheim's voice. I couldn't go down there in case it turned out I ended up watching my best hope crash and burn, but I was very eager to find out how the discussion would go.

[cityboy123]

very good writing keep it up

[MissRachael]

Fantastic build up, loving it xx

[operator6]

can't wait for more of this story very hot.

[florida70]

Great stories Need more!!!