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My Sister (MF inc cons)

In a rash moment I had agreed to go away with my sister for a
long weekend. She was newly qualified as an accountant working in
the City and since I was still a poor student, she had offered to
pay for us both. Her suggestion had been Prague and as it was
somewhere I had always wanted to visit, I was more than happy to
go along with her idea.

At twenty-three she was just two years older than me and for
brother and sister we got on reasonably well. I was the extrovert
of the family but we complemented each other. To be honest I had
missed not seeing her when she had been studying away from home
at the other end of the country, but being alone together for
four whole days and three nights was going to be a new experience
for us both and I wondered how we would get on. It is one thing
going away as a kid on holiday with your sibling and your
parents, and quite another alone as adults.

She came home on the train for a few days and I meet up with her
there. The budget flight from Manchester was a mid-morning start
and proved uneventful and we we had no trouble finding a taxi to
take us direct from the airport to our hotel, close to the
historic centre of the city. It was there that our problems
began. Claire had made the arrangements over the internet and for
some reason the hotel had assumed, because we both had the same
surname, that we were husband and wife, and had booked us in to a
single room with a double bed rather than the two single rooms
she had requested. Claire explained our problem to the desk clerk
but it was not possible to reallocate the rooms we had originally
booked. There was a major conference in the city over the weekend
and apparantly all the hotels were full. In fact we were told
that we were lucky to get what we had at such short notice. The
female receptionist was very apologetic and offered us a
discount, but advised that unfortunately there was nothing she
could do about it.

We went up in the lift to have a look at the room. Apart from the
fact that there was just the one bed, it was everything we could
have wanted, even down to a view directly onto the main square
below.

Claire looked around and said, "Well I suppose we'll just have to
make the best of it. Is that OK with you?"

I had slept in of plenty of worse places and responded, "I don't
see why not. We can ask for a put-up bed to be brought up and you
can have the double. We'll be fine for just the three nights."

Claire didn't answer immediately, then replied thoughtfully,

"I can't help thinking that would be silly, though." She paused,
"Since it's a king size bed I don't mind sharing. I promise to
keep to my side of it and try not to steal the duvet!"

I laughed, "Are you sure you wouldn't mind?"

"Yes, I'm sure!" she responded smiling.

With that decided, there was a knock on the door and the porter
brought our cases into the room. I gave him a tip, and thanking
me, he left closing the door behind him.

*

We spent the rest of the afternoon exploring the sights and in
the evening found a small restaurant where we lingered over the
meal and enjoyed a bottle of good Hungarian wine. Claire could be
excellent company, especially after a drink or two. It was
getting dark when we finally came out of the restaurant and
walked back to the hotel.

I wasn't quite sure how we were going to manage the logistics of
getting ready for bed and suggested, "Why don't you have the
bathroom first and get changed in there?"

"Good idea, but I think I'll have a shower first. Is that OK?"

I wasn't quite ready to hit the sack so readily agreed and, as
the door closed behind her, switched the TV on. I lay on the bed
flicking through the mainly German satellite channels and
listening to the sound of the shower in the background. It was
weird knowing that it was my big sister in there and that she was
naked. I thrust the thought away and tried to concentrate on the
images in front of me.

The shower stopped and I heard the hair dyer start up. A few
minutes later the door opened and Claire came out. She was
wearing a white hotel bath robe and her skin was pink from the
hot shower. She looked across at me.

"Do you feel better for that?" I asked.

"Yes," she said smiling. I felt, though, that there was something
more that she was hesitant to bring up. When we were kids I was
often able to pick up on things like that with her.

"What's up?" I asked, deciding to make whatever it was easy for
her.

"Well, it's just that . . . this is embarrassing", she stopped
for a moment then continued, "well, I normally sleep naked and I
didn't bring any night-things. I suppose I could wear a T-shirt
and a pair of knickers."

"Now that's something about you that I never suspected!", I said
laughing. Immediately I thought of a possible solution, though I
wondered how she would react to it. This could be interesting.

"If you like we could both sleep naked, the bed is big enough to
get lost in and your honour is safe with me."

She thought about it,

"It would seem strange though, . . . with my own brother."

I smiled, trying to put her at her ease.

"It's really no big deal if we do see each other naked. Last year
on holiday I went with some friends to a nudist beach in the
South of France. There were whole families there aged from six to
sixty and nobody batted an eyelid."

"Really?" she asked. I nodded in confirmation.

"I don't think I could imagine Mum or Dad doing that, though I've
sometimes wondered what it would feel like," she continued.

"The shyness soon wore off and after a while it just seemed
natural, particularly in the open air. When the sun is out
clothes are superfluous if you ask me."

I could see her mulling it over,

"OK then, let's do it!" she said emphatically.

"What?" I asked.

"Take off our clothes, now, here in front of each other."

Before I could respond she had untied the bath robe and, slipping
it from her shoulders allowed it to fall to the floor. Just my
luck, a beautiful naked girl standing in the room with me and it
had to be my own sister. My jaw must have dropped at the sight as
grinning she said to me,

"So, what do you think?"

I had no need to fake a compliment since I was very aware of a
rather inappropriate response down below that I was struggling to
hide from her.

"Very nice," I answered cautiously.

She stood with her hands on her hips and adopted a suggestive
pose that afforded me a glimpse of her sex beneath the dark bush
at the junction of her thighs. I was seeing a new side of her in
more ways than one.

"So then, are you going to get your kit off?" she asked coyly.

There was an implied challenge in the question and despite the
embarrassment of showing her that I had a hard on there was only
one possible response. I got up off the bed and started to
undress. The jeans came off first and then the T-shirt. That left
me standing in front of her with my briefs tenting in her
direction. I caught a smile on her face as my fingers hooked in
the waistband.

"Are you enjoying this?" I asked.

"Just shut up and get on with it!"

I pushed them down and stepped out of them. It was my turn now to
be the object of scrutiny.

"Turn around slowly; let's have a good look at you."

I decided to humour her and do as she asked. Some odd things
happen in families, but ours at least knew how to keep
confidences. She wouldn't tell, this was between just the two of
us.

"Go lie on the bed". Her voice was lower and I sensed that she
was beginning to react to me as a man and not just as her
brother. Unsure where this was leading I did as she asked and lay
on my back looking up at her.

"Close your eyes little brother."

My conscience told me we should stop now, this was my sister, but
my body was already visibly responding to her presence. The
reality was that we had just crossed a line and I wasn't sure
that I wanted to stop. I was excited to discover what she would
do next, just how far she would allow this to go. We were both
adults and it was not as if either if us was involved in a
relationship at the moment. There was no betrayal of any one
else, therefore nothing to feel guilty about.

I shut my eyes and tensed as I felt the bed move and her hot
breath poised over my groin. My heart was racing, would she do
the forbidden thing or would common sense prevail?

I felt her fingers close gently around the stem of my manhood and
pull down, drawing back the foreskin. It was as if my mind was
detached from my body and the thought occurred to me that I was
glad I had showered this morning, I did not want anything to
discourage her from looking at me.

Something soft and warm enveloped me. I opened my eyes. Claire
was looking up at me circling the head of my penis between her
lips. She sucked on it and then drew back, kissing the tip and
smiling.

"If I had known this was in the next room for all those years
things might have been different."

"Are you sure about this?" One last try to do the right thing.

"Oh yes!" and as if to end the debate she leant forward and took
me between her lips again. I succumbed to the inevitable but kept
my eyes open since I liked to watch a girl when she gave me head.
Perhaps it was a dominance thing but I always found the sight
incredibly sexy. Sadly, Sue, my last girlfriend, while she was
happy to put out for me, didn't really enjoy oral, unless it was
me going down on her of course. To please me she did it
occasionally as foreplay but I could tell her heart wasn't really
in it and she would never let me come in her mouth.

My sister, it seemed, had no such reservations. I watched
fascinated as she focussed solely on my pleasure, confident
perhaps in the knowledge that her turn would come. She took her
time, bringing me to the brink and then drawing back, teasing me
with her teeth and caressing me with her tongue. The sensation of
her lips on me when she sucked and moved her head backwards and
forwards was incredible.

I began to to move my hips, slowly fucking her mouth. She reached
up with her free hand and moved back a loose strand of hair so
that I could see her face better and then slowly leant forward
until her lips were pressing against my pubic hair. It was
incredible, my own sister was deep-throating me!

I held still, not wanting to hurt her, then as she drew back I
began to thrust more vigorously. Her caresses also became more
passionate and I felt myself building up to a climax. I had
intended to pull out before then but I was fast loosing control
and I didn't want this to stop. I didn't get the impression from
what she was doing that Claire did either.

When I came it was with a rush, one moment I was fucking her
mouth, the next I could feel myself ejaculating as she continued
to suck gently, ensuring that my passion was completely absorbed
before she stopped.

I pulled back from her. Her lips were glistening with my juices
and there was a strand of semen dribbling from the corner of her
mouth and down onto her chin. Lifting her head toward me she
opened her mouth, letting me see what she held inside, before
swallowing and running her tongue along her lips.

She sat up and I drew her into an embrace between my open legs.
Our actions now were totally sexual and I was amazed at how
uninhibited she was. Where had Claire the sober accountant gone?
My very conservative sister had been transformed in front of me
into every man's wet dream.

We kissed, slowly and passionately, our tongues entwining as I
tasted myself on her lips. Her breasts were pressed against me as
I ran my hands down the length of her back and caressed her
buttocks. We broke apart for air and I was possessed by a desire
to look at her as intimately as she had me.

"Now it's your turn. Lie down on your back" I told her.

I moved aside to allow her to take my place with her head on the
pillow. She was only a little shorter than me, which in itself
was a novelty since Sue had been much smaller. While sex with her
had been very enjoyable, our bodies were not entirely compatible
face to face. Claire, however, was like a mirror image of myself,
we fitted together perfectly.

This was the first time I had really seen my sister naked since
we were young children bathing together. There were the odd
accidental glimpses of course, as in any family, but these had
become much rarer as she reached puberty and we became more aware
and self-conscious about the differences in our bodies.

Now, however, she seemed to have abandoned any attempt at
modesty, although there was no sense of shame between us. What we
were doing felt right and we were both willing participants. I
looked down at her from the foot of the bed. Long slim legs and
an attractive curve to the hips, encircling the darkness of her
pubic hair. Firm breasts, not large but round and shapely with
rosy nipples highlighting the paleness of her white skin. It was
the body of an office worker who kept herself in good shape at
the gym rather than a tanned model with fake tits. I had to
admit, though, that she was beautiful, especially her face as it
looked up at me expectantly.

For the first time I considered her as a woman and not as my big
sister. Dark hair and grey eyes, hers was a northern rather than
Mediterranean beauty. It was a rounded, softer version of my own
body but she had the advantage of our Mother's lips. Full and
red, even without lipstick, they were made for kissing. I must
have been blind all these years not to have seen it.

"Open your legs, show yourself to me," I instructed her.

Her eyes met mine and I wondered if she would make some token of
resistance about being bossed around by me. When we were
teenagers we were always having petty fights over who was the top
dog. She was older but I could be quite assertive, which made
things interesting between us, although we never really fell out
with each other for very long.

After a moments hesitation she parted her thighs, spreading them
wide to give me an unrestricted view. Her sex was pink and
tightly curled, closed from sight but fascinating to me all the
same time. She had trimmed her pubic hair so that her sex was
visible but not completely bare like so many girls these days. I
also noticed in passing that that she did not shave under her
arms, which surprised me since it seemed so out of character for
her. She had always given me the impression of being the chaste
English rose and I was now discovering that was an illusion.

Without being asked she reached down and parted the lips of her
sex, exposing the moist pink inner flesh to me. It was an
incredibly erotic sight and, once again, I felt my manhood
stirring of its own accord.

I knelt on the bed between her open thighs and moved closer. I
could smell her arousal, which was another turn on for me. I had
never had any hang ups about going down on a woman. I liked
receiving oral myself so it was natural to assume that they would
as well. Also, I enjoyed the intimacy of the act and the way it
involved all my senses. Fucking was over much too quickly, a
beautiful woman was meant to be savoured and enjoyed.

Running my tongue along the length of her crevice, I pulled back
the hood of her clitoris exposing the tiny bud. Slowly I inserted
my index finger into her up to the knuckle, her arousal was
obvious and I used it to rim the fragile bud of flesh. I knew it
would be sensitive but could not resist giving it a quick flick
that made Claire gasp and lift her hips toward me.

I took my time, showing her the same consideration that she had
to me. Playfully I eased off and felt her hand rest on the top of
my head urging me to continue and find the sweet spot again. My
tongue delved deeply inside her folds and I tasted her arousal,
drinking deeply at the fountain of life.

She began to respond more passionately, with ragged gasps and
movements of her body and I knew that I had her poised on the
edge and focussed my attention to take her over the brink and
into the place of selfless abandonment. She came suddenly with a
sharp intake of breath and pressed her sex against my lips as I
continued to tongue her. She trembled, sobbing helplessly beneath
me, her cries echoing in the room and then fell back exhausted
but satisfied. In the back of my mind I wondered whether there
was anyone in the adjoining rooms. Hotel walls were notoriously
thin, if so I hoped they had enjoyed the show!

I moved further up the bed to lie beside her and reached an arm
under her head and around her shoulder to draw her toward me in
an embrace.

"I like it when you hold me," she whispered in my ear. Then,
"That was absolutely amazing, . . . thank you," and kissed me
softly on the cheek.

She took my free hand and placed it over her breast. I could feel
her heart beating fast. The enlarged nipple pressed against my
palm and I took it between my thumb and forefinger, pinching it
gently. We lay together quietly, enjoying the moment and thinking
about the significance of what we had just done.

Claire broke the silence, "Having come this far, we might as well
go the whole way. I want you to fuck me . . ."

"What if you got pregnant?"

"I'm on the pill, and anyway at this precise moment I really
don't care. I just want to feel you inside me!"

Put like that how could a gentleman refuse? I kissed her again
and reached down between her legs to confirm, what I already
knew, that she was more than ready for me.

We adjusted our positions on the bed and I knelt between her
spread thighs looking down at her. With my fingers I opened her
up and placed the head of my penis at the entrance to her sex. I
was hard and it slipped between her folds easily. Pushing forward
I felt her grip and possess me. She was tight but there was no
obstruction.

As I lay on top of her we kissed again and my hands began to roam
freely down her flanks. She brought her legs up around my waist
and, lifting up on my hands, I begun to thrust gently with my
hips, wanting this to be a pleasurable experience for her as
well. Having already spent in her mouth I was able take my time
and I felt her begin to move beneath me in response. Our
lovemaking was sensual and passionate, intimate and abandoned.
Neither of us held anything of ourselves back. We each trusted
the other implicitly and knew one another too well to hide behind
a mask.

Claire came first and I held her close, sobbing beneath me as her
spasms subsided. That summit achieved, I allowed myself the
freedom to possess her completely and ruthlessly as only a young
man can. In that moment she ceased to be my sister, or even an
individual, becoming merely a soft, warm receptacle for my
desire. I thrust hard and deep and came, in my turn, with a rush
and collapsed breathless on top of her, our sweaty bodies
conjoined and hearts racing together as one.

We lay like that for a few moments and then I rolled off her. Her
face beside me was flushed and she had a distant look, which I
would normally have associated with drugs, although I knew my
sister was squeaky clean in that respect. In the last few minutes
our relationship had changed fundamentally and I think we both
were wondering, in the back of our minds, what the implications
of this were going to be but, at that moment neither of us cared.
Enjoying the present moment was enough for each of us.

"You're the best brother . . ." she whispered contentedly in my
ear.

"You too Sis. . ." I replied, thinking happily that this was only
the first night of our time away. Being together was going to
work out just fine after all.
