Three Days of Heaven

I woke up the next day with a start. My alarm didn't go off, and I had that minor 'I'm late!' panic attack. I got up and set to changing my clothes in a hurry when the realization hit me: ohh yeah, I got kicked out. I laughed at myself and just kept my shirt off.

My second surprise came when I walked down the stairs to see my sister sitting kicked back in the chair watching TV. How she could stand daytime TV was a mystery to me. I couldn't help but wonder why she was home ? She couldn't have acted sick again.

"Good morning," She said smiling up at me.
"Mornin'" I told her. "Why are you home ?"
"I convinced mom and dad to let me stay home and take care of you," She told me. "Dad was going to stay home, but I convinced him he needed to work, and that I didn't want to go to school anyways. So, they finally agreed."
"That's pretty good." I told her
"Yeah. They left me in charge, so I'm boss!" She said with a little giggle.

I smiled and went into the kitchen to pour myself a cup of water and take my pain pills. I sat down on the couch for a few minutes. When I'd finally had enough of daytime TV. I said, "I'm going to take a shower."

"Me too!" My sister said giving me a hopeful look that made my heart pound.

I stood up, and she took my hand and lead me into the bathroom. We took turns removing eachothers clothes, and I stopped to admire her naked form. Women are so perfect. All fine curves, like sculptures of perfection. Symmetrical, I think is the word for it. They have symmetry. Men on the other hand, are hewn chunks. Rough and unpolished. I looked at myself in the mirror and I could never understand how anyone could be attracted to that.

My sister stepped into the shower to get the water going, and I took a quick moment to run a toothbrush over my teeth and tongue. Whenevery thing was ready. I stepped into the shower.

We let the warm water was over us for a moment, soaking us. Then I put my arms around her and gave her kiss. She rubbed her body against mine, and I slid my hands down her perfect body to her hips. She kissed my neck, and then my chest, and slowly kissed her way down my stomach, and knelt, and kissed my swoolen manhood.

I rolled my eyes, and she cupped my balls in her hand and felt them. She moved my dick around, looking at it very closely, examining every aspect of it. She put it in her mouth, and sucking on it gave it one of those pops that makes my knees go weak.

Then she stood up, and took the meshy sponge and began to began to lather it up. She lathered up my chest and sides delicately, and the shower simple rinsed it down. I liked having her hands slide over my bruised body though. She lathered me up head to toe, and I loved every minute of it when she got to lathering my balls and bouncing penis.

I took the meshy sponge from her, and then it was my turn to lather her up. I got the thick lathery soap on my hands and I begam rubbing it on her chest, taking my time to hold both of them in my hands before lathering up her arms, and then her stomach, followed by both of her legs, inside and out. She loved it when I washed her little bush as much as I did.

I stood up, and she turned around, and I began to rub it on her back. I got to her butt when I dropped the meshy sponge and wrapped my arms around her and held her close. I kissed her neck just below her ear, and she reached up behind her to rub the back of my head.

Reaching down, I started rubbing her pussy. She put her hand on mine, and we both rubbed it together. I then pulled her left leg up, and she leaned foreward, to hold onto the handle under the shower spout, and that put us directly under the constant stream of hot water.

I rubbed my dick on the ouside of her pussy and she reached down with one hand and rubbed herself and the tip of my dick together. I then slowly pushed myself inside her, and she let out a breath she was holding with a gasp. It felt very strange, and very good, being inside her from behind like this. My dick was basically upside down in her, and that was a whole new brand of fucktastic.

She let out a loud moan and a "Fuck yes" as I slowly pushed in and out with my hips. She moaned out loudly, much louder than she did in the broom closet. Fucking was so much better when you didn't have to keep quiet. I pushed my hips a little faster, and she started sputtering out fragments of words.

"Ohh I... Fuck... Yess.... Love... Fuck... Ohh god... yes... Ahhh... Love... ahhh"
I was about to cimax myself, I groaned with virtually every thrust myself, but the water spraying on my face kept my mouth shut for the most part. I finally started to come, and I pushed my throbbing spasming dick hard inside her like before and rocked my head back in ecstasy as I filled her.
We stood there for a long moment, Me holding her leg up with one arm the other around her waist, her holding onto the rail with her head on her arms, my softening dick still inside, just breathing.

I slid out and let her leg go and she stood up and turned around and pressed herself against me. She wrapped her hands around the back of my head and pressed her face into my chest. We held eachother for a long moment that seemed to draw out forever.

But the moment passed, I kissed her gently on the lips and we went to rinsing ourselves off. When we stepped out of the warm world of the shower, and into the cold world of the outside, my penis shrank 5 sizes. My sister noticed and thought it was mighty funny. ha-ha, it gets bigger, it shrinks, gets bigger, shrinks.

We couldn't get toweled off and wrapped up fast enough. Wrapped in towels, we went up to her room. I sat down on her bed and she went to looking through her clothes. I slid up and laid down. She came over and climbed into the bed and mounted me like a horse. I wasn't ready to fuck again. She adjusted the towel around her waist, and leaned over me and kissed me.

"I like being in towels." She said. "It's like we're cave people."
"Uhg!" I grunted and gave her right boob a squeez. She giggled and we kissed again, for a long time. It wasn't really that long before I started getting hard again and my soldier rose to the occasion.
"I'm on top this time" She said giving me a seductress' grin.

I untucked my towl and flung it aside. We didn't waste much time on foreplay. She held my dick and guided it in. She sighed, and took a moment figuring out how to move on it. It wasn't long before she got her hips moving right. I groaned and my eyes rolled back. It hurt my sides a lot, like daggers being driven into my sides, but it was a pain I gladly suffered when I looked up and saw her caught in a rapture of ecstasy.

Her deep moans echoing through the house as she rocked up and down on me. She didn't stop when I started coming, but after I was done squirting my man-juice inside her, she collapsed on top of me which almost sent me into a pain-induced coma.

She laid on top of me breathing heavily. When I recovered from the intense pain, I wrapped my arms around her and gently stroked her back with my fingers.

"I love you." She told me.
"I love you too." I told her.

She lifted her head and looked into my face. I smiled at her and she smiled back. My heart could explode from the intense love I felt for her. Even after all the hell I've been through these past few years, I would not give up a single second of those days. I would gladly pass through a hell twice as bad just to repeat that moment we shared on her bed.

She stood up, and wiped our love-juices from between her legs with a towel. She helped me get up, and lead me, naked, to my room. I sat on the edge of my bed, and she pulled on a pair of my underwear as she picked out a pair for me. She slid mine on and up my legs, but I pulled them on the rest of the way and adjusted my family jools. Next came the pants, and a shirt.

"Now," She said. "Since I'm boss, you lie there. You need to heal! I'll be back with some food." She said.
I got my remote and clicked my TV on and put it on one of those crime-drama shows I hate so much.

She came back a few minutes later wearing a tank top and carrying a plate of sandwiches and a bottle of pepsi. She laid down beside me, and we dug in. We spent the rest of the day laying there in my bed, until our parents got home.
It was Heaven.

 

"I want you to sing me a song." My sister said to me as we lie in bed that night.
"I can't sing." I told her.
"Everyone can sing." She argued.
"Let me rephrase... I can't sing good." I explained to her.
"I still want to hear." She continued to plead.

How could I say no ? I thought for a long minute. Most of the music I listened to werent the kind I could really sing, especially quietly and with the love of my life in my arms. I recalled the lyrics of a Sonata Arctica song and I sang:

The light escapes her room tonight,
every little moment tells her, 'now it's time.'
Opening a new scar, closing the wounds with a knife.
No more crying in the lanterns light..

Leave with the first light, go when you still see the moon.
Run, for the sunlight, the gate is now open for you.

Dancing on the path and singing now you got away,
You can reach the goals that you have set from now on every day.
There is no way you would go back now, oh no those days are past.
Life is waiting for the one who loves to live, and it's not a secret.

I finished, and she kissed my cheek and said. "I loved that. It was so sweet sounding, and I liked the dancing and singing part."

I gave her a squeeze and she snuggled close to me resting her head on my chest. So, she liked my singing ? I never really sang for anyone before. Usually, I just headbang and rock to my music, and sing it when I'm all alone.

She fell asleep on me, and I just laid there in the darkness, listening to her breath and feeling the deep hurt of a love I could not control in my chest again. I wondered why that was ? It was a good feeling, but it hurt. It was a hurtgood feeling... Like that one song.

I started to drift off there with my thoughts when I started realizing that I couldn't just drift off and leave her here. I felt bad, I wanted it to last forever, but I nudged her awake, and she climbed out of my bed and went to her own.

I laid there for a long time, missing her. She was with me all day, and now that she was gone, I really wanted her to be here. I actually cried. I wanted her to be here so bad it hurt, and even though she was only in the next room, she wasn't laying here snuggled up with me. The tears flowed out of my eyes uncontrollably, and I cursed myself silently, wishing there was something I could do about it.

I ended up crying myself to sleep, and I had a strange dream where I was scouring the house looking for change. I was tearing the house apart looking for quarters nickels and times, and even pennies. I honestly can't remember why, but I needed all the change I could get in that dream.

My alarm woke me up in the morning like usual, and I got up and went to the small bathroom upstairs. When I say small, I mean very small. It's like a closet with a toilet and a sink in it. I went downstairs to find mom alone fixing her breakfast.

"Good morning," She said to me.
"morning" I replied.
"How are you feeling ?" She asked me.
"Not bad, just a little sore. It always hurts more when I wake up, 'cause my pills wear off." I explained to her and she nodded.

I got a glass of water and took two pills. "I'm going back to bed," I told her and she didn't reply. I laid down in my bed, but I couldn't go back to sleep. I decided to play a video game to pass the time.

After an hour my dad opened my door and said, "I'm off to work. You take it easy, let your sister get what you need."
"Okay," I told him. "See ya later."

I got up and went to my door and listened to him leave. He always left after mom, so the whole house was quiet. I went into my sisters room silent, and watcher her sleeping. She was so beautiful, and it was rare that I ever got up before her. I slid a chair over to beside her bed and sat down and just stared at her feeling so much love for her.

When she woke up she looked directly into my eyes and smiled, and my heart jumped into my throat. "Good morning," she told me. I smiled back and said, "good morning."

She was still wearing that tank top and my underwear. She got out of bed and stretched, which gave me a view i enjoyed immensely. She noticed and smiled before stepping out of her room and hitting the upstairs bathroom.

I laid down on her bed and enhaled her scent from the pillow and blanket. She smelled so lovely. She came back in, and climbed back into the bed and snuggled close to me. I put my arm around her and kissed her on the forehead.

That was how the day started. We didn't do anything sexual that day, and believe it or not, I was just as happy. Being near her filled me with a joy and fulfilled that deep yearning I felt for her. We played some card games, and watched a movie on TV, ate lunch. Just being together was fullfilling for both of us.

It was heaven.


The next day, we both got up early and got to see our parents out the door. They were gone maybe 5 minutes before she was on top of me on the couch kissing me like she was hungry and my tongue was dinner. We kissed and fondled eachother for a short time before she said, "I want to try a sixty-nine."

I smiled and she stood up and pulled her shirt off and let her pajama bottoms fall down. She practically ripped my pants off my legs pulling them off. It was a fraction of a second before we were both naked. She climbed on the couch, shoving her pussy in my face and went to kissing the end of my dick.

But, it didn't work out, as we kept starting to slide off the couch. So... we got down on the floor. I went to licking her, and she worked my dick in her hands as she licked and sucked on the end. I poked my tongue inside the hole and she moaned, but take my dick out of her mouth.

I knew right away this was not my favorite position. I found it hard to keep my tongue licking inside her as she licked my dick in ways that made me groan and my eyes roll back. However, I did enjoy licking her in ways that made her juice flow like a river. I came in her mouth, and laid my head back on the floor.

It was weird, and I'd definitely do it again... but it wasn't the most fun we've ever had together. She sat up beside me and put her head on her legs and looked down at me. She gently touched the bruises on my chest and ran her fingers across them. I took her hand, and using her finger put it on one of my broken ribs.

"This is one." I told her. And moved it down to the next one, "And this is one."
"Does it ever hurt when we do it ?" She asked me.
"Always," I told her.
She looked into my face with that hurt look in her eyes. "It hurt and you still did it ?"
I shrugged where I lay and said, "I love you... I'd do anything."
She looked on the verge of tears again and said, "I don't want you to hurt yourself!"
I took her hand and looking in her eye said, "Babe... when you moan and scream... it's worth it."
"Not to me," She said. "I don't want you to hurt."

We were silent for a long time and I asked, "Does it hurt at night, when you leave my room to lay down alone ?"

She looked away and didn't answer.

"Does it ?" I asked her again.

When she looked back down at me I could see the tears welling up in her eyes. "Yes. I cry myself to sleep almost every night when I leave." Her tears were flowing now and she was hit with a sobbing attack.

I pulled her down beside me and put my arm around her and she cried into my shoulder. I didn't know what to say or do, but I let her cry out. I wanted to cry myself, but i steeled my nerves and kept the lump out of my throat.

The crying finally stopped, and the sobbing finally stopped. When she raised her head and looked down into my eyes and said, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." I told her. "I feel the same way. It hurts so much when you aren't there. I miss you so much, even when you are in the next room."

"Do you cry ?" She asked me.

It was another one of those lie or truth moments. This time, I lied. "No. But, I want to. Men don't cry." She laid her head down back on my shoulder and with one finger began toying with one of my nipples.

"I don't think we should do it." She said at last. "At least, i don't think we should do it until your ribs are healed."

"Starting tomorrow ?" I asked.

She turned her head up and smiled in my face, "Of course." We kissed, and she stroked my shin with her foot.

"How do you want to do it ?" she asked reaching down to rub my testictles, making me hard again. "I'll do anything, you just say what you want."

Just her words, 'i'll do anything', were enough to make my mouth water and my dick harder. "I want to do you from behind again."

She smiled and spun around. She put her legs together and pushed her ass high in the air and laid her face on the floor. "Like this ?" She asked me.

The image was worth a thousand words to describe. The way her thighs pushed her pussy lips together, and the absolute smoothness of her legs. I got up on my knees and she pulled her legs apart. I pushed my middle finger into pussy and she let let out a squeel that meant I'd done something right.

I moved my finger side to and twisted it around. "Ohh god fuck yes" she screamed out. I continued to work my finger inside her quickly. She continued to moan. She was squeeling and moaning with every breath. I pulled my finger out to push my dick in, when a steady stream of cum shot out of her pussy.

I was surprised, as I didn't know girls could actually shoot their cum the same way men could. I squared her hips up and she said, "Fuck me again." So, I pushed my self inside her, and rocked on my knees, pusing myself in and out as hard and violently as I could. She put her hands up between her legs and pushed down on her vagina as I slid in an out of her.

"Ohh god fuck god fuck..." she yelled as I worked my hips faster before I came. I came inside her again, pushing myself in as hard and far as i could go when I did it.

"I felt it" She said breathlessly on the ground. I laid back against the bottom of the couch, and she laid down on the floor. "I felt when you came." She said.

"What was it like ?" I asked.
"It felt like it was wiggling around." She told me.
"What where you doing at first ?" She asked me.
"Fingering you." I told her.
"I liked that. A lot." She said with a grinning blush.
"I could tell." I said with a grin.

She got up and sat on my thighs and kissed me on the lips. "You don't know how much I love you." She told me.
"Not as much as I love you." I said with a smile.

She stood up and put the underwear and shirt I was wearing on, then went into the kitchen to forrage for food. Even to this day I still don't really understand why she liked wearing my clothes so much. If I had to guess, maybe it was for the same reason I liked smelling her pillow and sheets so much. Every time I ever asked her about it, she just said, "Because I like it" and shrugged.

After we had a little lunch, she unhooked my xbox and hooked it up in the living room, and we played games together on it all day. I ended up having to get a new pair of underwear and shirt out of my room. She didn't even take mine off after our parents got home.
It was just another one of those small hints that make up the whole when the realization is made.

It was the last time we had sex like that for a while. She was bent on keeping the promise. But, as we learned. There are lots of fun things a brother and a sister can do to eachother that don't require the use of your stomach and chest muscles...
It was Heaven.

 

I swear to you this is amazing. I will get you published somehow. I swear to it.

 

Rawking

I lv it man.. I m so much gone into story dat i evn skipd sex part.. Gud job man.. Luv it.. POST MORE. M hungry.

 

great stories man!

 

Very good story, even with misspelled words it is a great reading. Look forward to your additional chapters! A is a five star read.

 

I tried to fix as many of the mispellings as i could. It was too late for me to change my earlier extasy's to Ecstasy, lol. You should see how bad it is before i proof-read. I already got about half of the next phase in the story typed out... I'll definitely get it finished and posted as soon as I get home from work. Only got a 15-20 minute lunch break to type this out.

I really appreciate all the positive feedback, it's really inspiring, and even though I already got the story ended in my head, the ideas just keep flowing in and flowing in. Here's a bit of a teaser: Kelly becomes more important. So ladies... if you like the bad-boys, he's an major char. Ohh yes... more music to come. Karen is going to convince Adam to sing her another song... very soon. *grin*

Ohh, a quick note. If i type up a lyric you don't recognize but are interested in it, fire me off a PM, I'll give ya the info and even a link to it on You Tube.
Nat

 

good Stories Sweet Little Sister

 

(Sorry.... I had it typed out, and wiped the story out accidently when I went to copy and paste it for backup.... I'll need another day to get it typed out again, I'm just too tired right now to do it. Really wanted to get this next story arc under way. I feel dumb.)

 

Wow! Well done Nate! This is such a fantastic, well-written and erotic story. It's also very realistic - you have a very vivid imagination. I have been hard the whole time I have been reading it (I haven't read the last instalment yet but its time to call it a night). Thanks for taking the time to write this wonderful story of forbidden love and for sharing it with us. I just hope the ending isn't too sad or tragic. They are so happy together!

 

School that next day was boring. I got up in the morning, and dad drove us to school. I gave me sister a smile and told her i'd see her around. I dropped my pills off at the nurse. Then homeroom was boring, and even though i remembered to carry my books to English and Science, they were boring.

Lunch however, wasn't so boring. I decided to sit across from Kelly, and he simply gave me a level look. I started eating when my sister's class arrived. Kelly almost always sat in the same place, and it was at the end of the cafeteria where the students just entering had to walk by to stand in line. For some reason, my sister's one class was always late. They did gym just before, so, who knows. I never cared enough to ask, it's just the way it was.

She smiled at me as her and her little group of friends walked by, and I could not help but to smile back. Kelly just sat there watching with that flat expression on his face. One thing I didn't really know about Kelly at that time, is that he was a very smart man. He saw everything, and he was very good at figuring things out, even if he hardly ever spoke. Allthough I skip ahead in my tale a little bit, Kelly was the first one to know about what me and my sister were doing.

"So, do you have a job ?" I asked him.

"No." He said.

"What do you do after school ?" I asked him.

"Write childrens stories and play sports with kids who have fucked up parents." He told me.

I laughed, and he simply looked at me with his flat stare. "What do you do ?" He asked me.

"I usually end up listening to loud music and drawing freaky pictures." I told him. "Sometimes, I'll just go hang out with my friends and loiter places."

"What friends ?" He asked me.

"None, now. Bastards were supposed to have my back in the fight they fucked me up in." I told him.

"Let me guess, they said they would be there, and when you got there, your friends weren't there, and the other guy had actually brought his buddies." Kelly said.

"Pretty much." I said.

"So what did you do to them ?" He asked me.

"Them ?" I wondered.

"The punks, the ones that chickened out." He explained to me.

"Nothing... yet. I'm not sure what to do, really. I want to kick their asses, but we were friends for a long time. I just don't know." I told him.

"mm hmmm." He said.

We didn't talk anymore the rest of the day. I almost ditched Gym, since i couldn't participate. It was boring. History was boring. To sum it all up: everything involving school was boring. The bus ride home however, was not boring. IT was painful.

I got home, double dosed my Tylenol 3, and ended up napping until my sister got home. We only kissed briefly before she made a sandwich and put some of her music on. I say her music, but it was really our dad's music. She besically listens to everything he does... which means her music is OLD.

When she was done eating, she straddled me on the couch and ran her fingers through my hair as her music blasted in the living room. It was Billy Idol - Rock the Cradle of Love. Oddly appropriate, I would say. She kept teasing me. Going to kiss me and pulling back and giggling. Every time i tried to pull her close, she pushed my arms away and got close enough to not-touch.

I loved it. It was like a game. If only i could move faster, I could catch that kiss. It WAS a game, which she declaired after a few minutes of that, "I'm the winner." and we both laughed. She laid her hed on my shoulder and kissed my neck.

"I love you" she whispered into my ear in such a way it made the hair on my neck stand up... then she got up and sat down in the chair. I'd being lying if i said I wasn't disappointed. I was damn disappointed.

Without saying a word, I got up, went into my room and played my own music loudly. I totally jammed to Amon Amarth - Twilight of the Thunder God. Or at least, I jammed as much as tapping your foot against the foot of the bed with your legs crossed was considered jamming.

I didn't hardly see her again. I glanced her form walking to and from her room. Mom and Dad got home and I didn't even know it until my dad comes in and tells me to "turn that shit down. Mom brought my dinner up to me, and watched me eat it for a minute before going back downstairs.

I did my homework, which took the rest of the night. However, that night, I simply couldn't sleep. I felt really bad inside for some reason, and it kept me awake. Friday night, and I was sleepless in bed. I had to get out of the house... tomorrow.

My sister slipped into my room, and climbed into my bed. She began sobbing and crying into me again. I simply held her, and kissed the top of her head. I felt better. She simply made me feel good. But, it did kind of make me ache inside a little. She cried into my shoulder for a very long time.

When she finally slowed down, she told me, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad."

"Shh." I said. "You didn't make me mad."

"I know I did. I could tell." She replied turning her head to try and see my face in the darkness. With the light of the clock, I could barely see her. I kissed her on the lips, and she melted in my arms. This is twice now she's fallen apart in my arms like this. Twice in two days.

She laid her head down on my shoulder again and we laid there for a long time before she said, "I'll do anything for you."

I kissed her forehead and told her, "Then just let me hold you."

We held eachother for so long... we both fell asleep.


(once again, sorry this came so late. We're on a new roof, and it's really sapping all my time and energy. My little... episodes.. might be a little short these next few days, but I'll try to keep the story flowing.)

 

my fav story on this site!

 

(Extended Lunch break due to rain.. Whomp!)

It was the white hot stabbing pain in my sides that woke me up in the early morning light. Tears came to my eyes before the realization hit me that I was not alone in the bed, and then the memories of last night came flooding back. I loved knowing that we'd just slept all night in a bed together. However, I knew right away that we took a big risk. Maybe we could explain something, but if we were caught it would throw up dozens of red flags. Two teens, asleep in the same bed ? Does it even matter if they are brother and sister ?

I shook my sister awake, and she only stirred and mumbled. I shook her again, and she rolled over and buried her head in a pillow. My mind started racing. How to wake her up ? IT was saturday, so it was some kind of miracle we weren't caught.

I leaned over her, and I licked her face. One lick was all it took. She jumped with a start and stared at me like she was about to hit me, then smiled and gave me a morning-breath kiss. Groggily, she got up and went down stairs to watch TV. I took a couple of my pain pills with a bottle of water I started keeping by my bed, and laid back down for a couple more hours of sleep.

We needed to be more careful... was the last thought through my head befor sleep carried me off for a few hours.

(more to come later... after work)

 

(work was canceled, rain got worse: i slept. Like a log. A mossy rotten log. More story!)

I woke up some hours later. Basically: just before noon. Dad was at work, my mom and sister were gone. I was alone in the house, which I'll admit waking up to find the house completely empty was weird. It was like a dream. I ate a bologna sandwich and took a shower. I got dressed and went outside for a walk.

It was a nice saturday outside. It was hot, which was allright. The leaves were starting to fall, and the change in the season added a fragrance that always touched my soul in ways I'd be hard to find words to describe. Fall was always my favorite season.

I went for a walk. We lived in a nice little neighborhood. We had neighbors, but everyone had a big yard. It was a nice small town in the shadow of a bigger city. I really had no plans on where I was going, I was just walking, enjoying the sunshine on my face and the breeze in my nostrils. I was heading into town. There were a couple small parks, a few grocery stores and gas stations. Really, I just wanted to get out.

My first stop was a gas station where I got myself a can of pepsi. I wanted a bottle, but i had enough change to get the can, so i spared the bills and spent the change. After that, I took a seat at one of the benches in one of the small parks and watched some kids play. I laughed and thought how silly it was that I walked a mile and a half to get here, and all I'm doing is sitting on a bench watching kids. Where were all the girls !?

I really wasn't sitting that long when I noticed a fairly large group of kids on the sidewalk. And they were following none other than Kelly, from class. I would have laughed if I hadn't felt like such an ass. I thought he was making a joke, but he really did play with kids.

"Hey man." I called out to him and waved.

Kelly waved back with the frisbee he was holding, but didn't approach. He lead the group of about 6 kids onto the grass in the park and they started throwing the frisbee at eachother in a circle. He really did look out of place there.

He looked really out of place. His ripped out jeans, leather jacket, black t-shirt. He took his leather jack off and left it on the ground while he tossed the frisbee to the kids. It was very odd. The biggest badass in the school, playing frisbee with 9 and 10 year old kids.

They must have tossed it around for 2 hours before he walked them to a gas station and they all came out with popsicles and ice cream. He lead them over to me, and they all took up seats around the benches. Kelly stood and held out an icecream cup for me.

"Thanks." I said and took it.

"Nice day, huh ?" He asked.

"Yeah," I said, "I just had to get out of the house."

"What happened to your face ?" One of the kids asked, and a few others laughed.

I looked at the kid and said, "Some attack birds got me. You have to watch out." A few of them started looking into the trees and I grinned.

"I don't see any attack birds." One said.

"Well, that's what makes them dangerous. You don't see them until they attack!" I explained.

"Are there really attack birds, Kelly ?" One kid asked.

He didn't answer, and took a bite from his ice cream.

We all enjoyed out ice cream, the kids mostly making their small talk. When we were all done, Kelly made sure they put all their trash in the trash can. He looked at all of them, and I could almost see a smile in his blue eyes, "We gotta go. Catch ya later, man."

"Peace." I said, and he took his group back the way they came. I shook my head and stood up. I just could not figure that guy out. I decided to walk back home. It was a good walk back, since I started to hurt by the time I got home.

The house was still empty when I got back, so I sat down and played a video game in the living room. Some hours later, my mom got home with my sister, and I learned that they had gone shopping at the mall in town.

"I got something special for you. Later." My sister said with a grin while mother had gone back out to bring in the rest of their stuff. That made my imagination go wild.

While mom was getting her new stuff put away, My sister sat in the chair and went to talking about her day. I told her about my walk and running into Kelly, which she laughed about. She felt like me, just couldn't figure the guy out.

I went up to my room, and put my music on and packed my last lip of dip. The rest of the day was boring, except that night when my dad got home from work with his paycheck, he decided to take mom out for another one of their hot-old-person dates. He drove, so I knew they would be back early enough, and sober.

I was bored out of my mind when my sister called me into her room. When I got there, what I saw made my heart skip half a dozen beats. She was wearing a sheer white bra, and sheer white panties, both which hid nothing from view, and to cover it all whas a sheer white mesh veil which made it all the better.

"So, you like it ?" She asked me with her face red.

My brain was in lock-down mode, and it took me a minute of staring to find even simple words: "I love it."
She walked over and took my hand, and pulled me into her room and made me sit on her bed. She straddled me and kissed me tenderly on the lips. My hands slid up under the veil and I gripped her hips as we kissed.

"I'm glad you like it." She told me, and I swalled hard, my heart pounding heavily in my chest, my face hot, my wrists aching. I let her pull my shirt up and off. Then she slit the meshy veil off, and hugged my head to her chest. "I hope this never ends." She whispered.

Then she undid my pants, and slid them off, my dick bouncing with joy. She slid her hand across my chest and said, "Do that thing with your fingers again. Please ?" I smiled, and pulled her down onto her bed. She slid back and looked up at me as I slowly, gently, slid her panties down her legs and unhooked one of her feet from them.

I leaned over her, and gently started to rub the lips over her pussy, greatly enjoyed it when she let out a small gasp at my touch. I toyed with it a little, and when she was quite wet, I pushed my fingers inside her and started working with the tips of my fingers on the inside. Her back arched and she let out a squeel.

I grinned and continued to work her in this fashion. She looked up at me with such a pleasure on her face, and I contined to work my fingers in and out quite rapidly until she came quite violently. I slid my fingers out and held them up to her face. She licked my fingers and made a funny face. I gather she didn't seem to care for trying her own liquid a second time.

I leaned foreward and kissed her on the lips and leaned back to stare her in the eyes. After a moment, she pushed me down on the bed, and licked all the cum that had leaked out of my dick while I got her off. She went down on me, and this time better than ever. At least it felt better than ever. I was so excited from getting her off, that it didn't take much sucking before I shot my load, which she swallowed.

She slid up beside me in her bed, and kissed me on the lips. I tasted my cum on her kiss. I dont know if it was from being second hand... but it tasted gross. I learned later that it wasn't just from second hand. I tasted my own cum, and it was nasty. I often wonder if she really did like the taste, or if she swallowed it because she loved me ?

 

That night, she snuck into my room as usual, and lay beside me. She sang me a song:

Hold me close, don't fear my body,
your flesh is weak in need of touching,
your hands are hungry for want of knowing,
your eyes are closed, but still they're showing.

Like the white flags of surrender,
the war is over the battle's ended,
like the snowflake in my hand that's melting,
Can't you feel my love ?

Like the sky touches the sea,
horizon we will be.
Can't you feel my love ?

In my arms no fear of falling,
you can share my gravity.
See how time will stop forever,
the moment that our eyes do meet.

Like the moon touches the sun,
and eclipse we will become.
Can't you feel my love ?

Her song and her plesant voice touched my soul. I gave her a pain-stabbing squeeze with my arms, and kissed her gently on her head.
It was truly perfection, and the best time of my life. Those nights, holding her. If anything that's happened these past few years made me want to commit suicide, it was missing her touch and the warmth we shared in those blankets.

"Now it's your turn." She said to me.

I hated having to think up the words to a song, and picking out the song was even harder.

A lifetime ago,
with frozen eyes they closed the door.
Suddenly i realized what locks are for,
no trusting them anymore.

Empty stare,
innocent and unaware,
dragged out from my home my lair.
Earmarked me,
hurt me,
burned me.

The walls surround me,
eyes surround me,
feed my fear again.
I must be free or i will die before the harvest moon, my friend.
I do not have another year in me, you've gotta set me free tonight.

The dream is alive, I can run on the hills everynight,
run around and see another side of a tree,
All i want is to be untamed and free,
Howl with me.

When I finished she turned around in my arms and said, "That sounded so sad." And you know, the irony is that in the years to come, I would learn that that song was me. It became very important to me.

"It does, doesn't it ?" I said.

"Why did you sing it ?" She asked me.

I thought for a moment and told her, "I don't know. It's just a song I knew the words to. So... I sang it."

"Oh." She said and snuggled her head down on my chest.

She fell asleep there, and I let her. I just laid there for a long time, enjoying the sensation. I felt so bad when I woke her up, and she climbed out and staggered to her own bed. That was always the worst part.

The next day, was church day. We convinced my parents to let us stay home. My sister never even got out of bed, and I convinced them to let me stay home. My dad gave me an look that said, "If i have to go, we should all have to go!" but, his wife, his obligation!

She eventually did get up around 9:00. We had breakfast, and watched a little TV. Then she said, "I want to dance."

I felt a hammer drop inside me. I hated dancing. Always felt very self conscious. "Okay." I said. I could not say no to her. Ever.

With a smile she ran up to her room and brought down a CD. She popped the CD in, and it was The Cranberries, When You're Gone. I stood up, and she slid into me and took my hand, arm around my waist. We slow danced to the song, and my earlier anxiety was washed away with my love for feeling her close to me. We moved to the music and she laid her head on me as we stepped across the floor.

All did not end well though, as we made contact with an end table that kicked my legs out from under me. I collapsed onto the table with a searing white hot knife in my side. Her falling on top of me, and us both falling to the floor did not do a single thing to help.

"Oh my god!" She half screamed as I let out a yell of pain. "I'm sorry!" She said, unsure of if she should pull me up or let me lie there.

"This isn't the way to heal" I said through my teeth and let out a wicked painful laugh.

The song had changed into Free to Decide by the time I got up. She made me sit down, and took up a spot beside me to stroke my face.

"Put the song on something else we can dance to." I told her.

"Not after what happened." She told me.

"Do it." I said again.

She looked into my eyes, and got up and put the song back on When You're Gone. I stood up, and we resumed our dance. I looked down into her face and said, "You don't think a little pain is going to keep me from spending this moment with you, do you ?"

She didn't reply, and laid her head on my chest again as we danced together again. We danced all the way through the album to the song 'I'm Still Remembering'. That was when our parents walked in the door. Some of those songs weren't exactly dancing songs, but at that point, it wasn't about the music at all. It was about being with her.

It was then, our parents walked in the door. We both jumped in shock, and my sister's face went pale. My mind raced. They just caught us dancing. Nothing else.

"Uhh." I said, stepping all over my own tongue, "I asked her to teach me how to dance."

Mom set a bag of groceries on the kitchen table and laughed. My dad grinned as well and said, "So, who's the girl ?"

He said, "A man doesn't care about dancing unless he's trying to impress a girl."

"So, who is she ? That Alexis girl ?" My mom asked. Alexis was a girl at church that would often talk to me, but nothing else.

"No." I said. "I just... wanted to know."

They both laughed, and my dad said, "Well, have your mother show you. She's the best dancer to ever grace this household."

My mother went to the stereo and took the CD out and said, "This isn't really dancing music." She went into my dad's study, and came out with a casette tape. She put it in. It was 70's dance music. Fuck!

She took my hand, and I spent the next two hours learning how to slow dance with my mother. She showed me how to slide her away, and pull her back, which was not good on my side. She showed me how to twirl her, how to grip her sides and back properly. I did not enjoy having my mother's breasts pushed against me. Really. I didn't. I didn't! Really!

My dad and sister watched, laughing at my foibles and misteps. It was easily one of the most humiliating moments of my life.

(I'll type more up tonight around midnight. Be warned, I am going to skip ahead a little bit, but i'll transition tastefully. Believe me: nothing happens. Quick note: I actually took the title for this story from a Skid Row song, LOL.)

 

This story is so amazing, please dont stop. This is the best story ive ever read, its so beautifull the love between a sister and brother. Cant wait for the next part, im sticking with this until the very end.

Thanks for posting...bring on more

 

That night when my sister came to my room, we simply held eachother and whisper sweetness to eachother.

The whole next day at school was only semi-boring. I sat with Kelly and lunch, and we made small talk, what little talking he did. I talked too much, he didn't talk enough. It was a good friendship. The whole week was like that. Sit with Kelly at lunch, kiss and whisper love with my sister at home.

Then the next week rolled along, we still hadn't had sex. She would jerk me off, and suck me off, just as I would finger her, and lick her until she cussed, but i didn't send me soldiers on the march inside her for a while yet. Things, more or less, returned to normal. It was like we were high for those first two weeks of constant sex and lovemaking.

Perhaps that was where we really started to fuck up. We let ourselves get into a pattern, and people notice patterns. All those little hints we dropped before, we would do more often as we started to become less mindful of the small details, and more used to the idea that we were brother and sister... and lovers.

It was the week after that, well into October now, that most of the bruises on my body were gone, and the really bad ones were just faded discolorations. My ribs were still sore, it hurt to move too much, but i didn't get that stabbing pain everytime I was jarred. I also didn't use the pain killers anymore.

It was when I was putting my books away after English and Science, and preparing for lunch that I found the note in my locker.

"Our Room, Lunchtime. Care." was what the note said. I couldn't keep a grin off my face as I stuffed the note in a book. Slipping away from the group wasn't hard, and the hall was completely empty when i went into the study hall room.

I opened the closet to look inside, and it was empty. A small panic rose up inside me. What if she didn't come ? followed by, What if she didn't send the note ? then, What if this was a trap ? I waited, with these thoughts churning in my head. I was about to get up and go when the door opened and she stepped in.

She smiled and threw her arouns around my neck and kissed me. I was so happy to see that it was her. We slipped into the smalle storage closet and she whispered in my ear as I sucked on her neck, "Fuck me. I want you inside. I want your cum inside me. Ohh god I couldn't wait anymore."

I undid my pants and pulled them down while she undid hers. It was cold enough for her to wear jeans most of the time now. She wrapped her hands around my neck and i leaned foreward to give her a kiss. Then lifting her up, she wrapped her legs around the small of my back as i pinned her back to the shelves.

Not even bothering with foreplay, I pushed my penis inside her. She let out a moan as I slid back and pushed again, harder. I started hard and fast. We fucked. Hard. No other way to describe it. She pulled herself foreward, moaning with each thrust of my hips. Each upward thrust slammed her back into the shelves, and eventually shit started falling off of them.

She bit into my shoulder as I started thrusting faster and even harder than before. I don't know how loud we were being, between my grunts, and her ghasping cussing moans, and the banging sound the selves made every time her back slammed into it, and all the crap we knocked off them... it had to have been pretty noisy.

I came, and thrusted hard one last time as i shot my cum inside her. She let out a moan as our bodies relaxed and my dick started going limp. I kissed her, and she smiled at me. That infectious smile that made me smile back.

"We made a mess, didn't we ?" She asked breathlessly.

"A big mess." I told her.

"That was..." She started. "Amazing." I finished.

She smiled brighter and kissed me again. Using some paper towels, we wiped eachother cum off ourselves, and left the security of our little closet, and went to go get lunch. We got our trays full, and she went to sit among her friends, and I took a seat up across from Kelly.

He was just finishing his food. I wolfed my food down, and sat back with a grin on my face.

"You fuck your sister." Kelly said, keeping his monotone down.

My face went pale as the grin left my face. He didn't ask, he didn't wonder. He stated it like a simple fact.

"What are you talking about ?" I asked him, very defensively.

He leaned in close and said, "You. Fuck. Your. Sister."

"What makes you say that ?" I asked even lower.

Kelly sighed and explained, "First, the way you smile at eachother. Next, you just came in togther, and look at her face." I looked. "She has that flushed 'I just got fucked' smile on her face. You, have that 'I just nailed some grade-A pussy' grin on your face. You were both gone, both came in late, together, both have 'I just fucked' faces."
I only listened, thinking of ways to kill him without it being murder.
"Next, the look on your face when i mentioned it. It removed any doubt."

Kelly finished, and then just watched me. "What do you want ?" I asked him.

He sat back and smiled and said, "Nothing. I think it's funny, is all."

"If you tell...." I started.

"I won't tell your dirty little secret." He interrupted. "However, i do not respond well to threats."

I swallowed and finally said, "I trust you." It felt odd, saying that.

Kelly only grinned and said, "Here. I'll tell you one of my dirty secrets."

This made me interested. "I fucked my 12 year old cousin."

My jaw almost dropped. "First dick she ever seen. I showed her how to suck it, how to jerk it, and then we fucked." He grinned and said, "There. Now, we both have eachothers dirty secret. Tell mine, and i'll kill you."

I blinked, and with a grin said, "I do not respond well to threats."

He looked me in the eye, and smiled. It was a very wicked smile, since Kelly never really smiled. Even the grins were fairly out of place on him.

"I don't know what the fuck to do, man. We can't stop ourselves, and god, it feels so fuckin' amazing." I pleaded with him.

He went back to the blank look and monotone, "If you don't want to stop.... Then don't. It's as simple as that. Fuck everyone else, fuck everything. Do what you want."

Those words meant a lot to me. Fuck everyone, do what you want.

 

Absolutely brilliant! Cant wait to see what unfolds out of this 10/10 good job so far.

 

"fuck everyone, do what you want"

I'd like to start with your sister, please. She needs some variety, whether she knows it or not.

 

man, i couldnt stop reading this story last night. I think you should write about adam and his sister having anal for the first time