Romancing My Sister


It all started the Thanksgiving when I was 18 and I found my
14-year-old sister Cates crying over some incident with her boyfriend.

Cates and I were our parents' only children.  We were almost four
years apart, I was a senior in high school and she was a freshman.  We
always got along pretty well since we didn't do much together -  we
weren't that close in age.  I hadn't a care in the world around
this time, having gotten in to the University of North Carolina early
decision and pretty much expecting to put the rest of high school on
cruise control.  I had a steady girlfriend who was not going to college
with me who was doing everything she could to convince me to stay.
Cates was a pretty girl who'd been an early bloomer figure-wise; a
fact that hadn't gone unnoticed at school as she was already dating a
junior.

Cates and I never really talked about serious issues, but when I found
her all upset that Thanksgiving I knew I had to say something to her.
She was sitting on the couch in the den, not really crying but looking
very sullen and red-faced.  I asked her what was wrong, and she said
her boyfriend had cheated on her.  She was pissed and confused, so I
sat down next to her and gave her a hug.  I looked at her face and gave
her a cartoonish "sad face" look.  She managed a little laugh, gave
me a hug and said "thanks, Eddie."

As we held each other, she sighed and said, "He told me he loved me.
I'm so stupid.  I mean, what is love anyway?"  I knew she needed to
hear something, but I didn't know what.  I barely realized what I was
doing when I said, "Here, this is love," and leaned over and kissed
her lips.  I didn't mean for it to be anything other than friendly,
quick peck.  But my lips lingered as they touched hers, and it was an
amazing feeling; it lit up my insides like an electric shock.

She looked at me, amazed, uncertain and a little scared.  I was
suddenly very worried - we were both wondering what the hell I did
that for.  Feeling like I just betrayed her trust, I squeezed her hand,
winked, and said, "It's O.K."  I got up to leave the room and she
said, with a trace of anger in her voice, "What was that?"

I said, "It was a kiss.  Oh, and uh, there's plenty more where that
came from." -with another wink.  I don't know why I said that, or
what I really meant.  I supposed if asked to give an honest assessment,
I would say my sister is attractive, but I'd never thought of her in
a sexual way at all.  At any rate, I didn't watch to see what her
reaction was after I left the room.

In between Thanksgiving dinner and the dessert, all the extended family
members were walking around getting things ready, and Cates asked if
she could talk to me for a minute.  I followed her upstairs (and away
from the company) into our parents' room.  She seemed mad as she
closed the door.  She then moved in front of me as I leaned against the
wall.  "What makes you think you can kiss me like that?" she asked.


I couldn't believe how bad my judgment was, and all I could manage
say was "I... don't know..."

"And what does that mean, there's plenty more where that came
from?" she asked angrily.   I started trying to gauge her intent
here... trying to figure out just how much trouble I was in.

"Look, Cates," I said, "I'm sorry, I was just trying to..."
Trying to what?  I couldn't finish the sentence.

"Did you feel anything when you did that?" she asked.

I tried to think of how I could bluff this.  I didn't want her to
think I was a sicko, but the words were just not coming to my mouth.  I
couldn't even make eye contact.

"Because I did." She said.  Did I just hear that correctly?  My
heart rate jumped as she moved closer to me.  I looked at her face, and
then I saw the look in her eye.  A naughty, let's-have-a-little-fun
look.  A look sisters aren't supposed to give their brothers.  She
put her arm on the wall beside my head and leaned in and up, kissing my
lips.

It started off like the first kiss, closed-mouthed and long lasting.
But this one lasted a little longer, and I coolly raised my hand to
stroke her cheek and hair.  It caused her to gasp slightly, and her
mouth stayed open, so I decided to ever so gently put my tongue against
her lips to see what she would do.  Cates had the same thought, as her
tongue was right there to press softly into mine.

We stayed like this for a while, not sucking or sliding, just tasting.
Eventually she let out a moan of pure enjoyment that triggered an
escalation in the kiss, and we began to lick furiously at each
other's tongues while moving our hands all over each other's faces
and hair.  She pressed her body into me, and although I was maddeningly
aroused and she felt so soft and warm, this was still about an amazing
kiss.  As our mouths opened wider for each other, saliva started to run
all over so we would just lick it up off each other's chins and
cheeks in long, drawn out tongue strokes.

The kiss was broken when my mom called upstairs that dessert was ready.
"Holy shit," Cates said, wiping saliva off her chin, "that
rocked!!!"  "Yeah," was just about all I could manage to say.  I
had just been kissing my sister for about five minutes straight, and it
had taken my breath away.

Cates ran down the stairs ahead of me.  She must have looked flushed
because my mom asked her what was wrong.  Cates said nothing was wrong,
that there was an MTV special about the upcoming Pearl Jam album and
she knew I'd want to see it too.  After a quick check in the mirror
and a splash of cold water on my face, I went downstairs too.

My sister and I kissed a few more times over the next month.  We were
both pretty unsure over where we wanted this to go; we never even took
any clothes off.  Although during a few heated exchanges (which they
all seemed to be) I did rub my hand over her breast and my thumb across
her nipple.  But it was always with her shirt on and never in a way
that took the focus away from the kiss.

The kicker was, we were alone together frequently, especially after
school, but that's not when we did our thing.  It was always when
there was some danger we could get caught: when mom stepped out of the
kitchen while we were doing dishes, or in the bathroom during the
holiday party at my dad's office.  And then on Christmas day, when
all the "grown up" relatives were downstairs opening their
presents, I was in my room opening Cates's bra, feeling and kissing
my sister's bare breasts for the first time.

We did this about a dozen times over the next few months.  As we both
now took our shirts off while we made out, we started being more
discreet and took advantage of our after school alone-together time.
Our encounters now consisted mostly of us sitting together on the den
couch, shirtless, kissing passionately, and rubbing, licking and
sucking on each other's breasts.  Oh yeah, my sister was the first
girl to ever suck on my nipple, and I loved it.

Having said all this, it might seem strange to say the following but
it's true.  I had no desire to get in her pants or have sex with her.
What we were doing, although exciting and forbidden, didn't feel all
that wrong deep down inside.  Don't get me wrong; I masturbated alone
like a fiend after each episode.  I'm pretty sure she did too.  But
to me, sex, or even getting in her pants would be too wrong.  Or too
weird.  I don't know.

In June my parents threw a huge high school graduation party for me at
our house.  Most of it was outside, inside there were only a few people
milling about grabbing food or drinks or using the bathrooms.  I was in
the back yard with my girlfriend and some friends.  Cates was also
there with her boyfriend.  My girlfriend, who was extremely concerned
about me going away to college, was being overly affectionate, grabbing
my ass a lot and kissing my cheek and ear repeatedly.  My sister, who
was watching intently, let go of her boyfriend's hand and said
"Eddie, can you help me with something inside?"

I was pretty sure I knew what she meant as we headed inside.  She
grabbed my hand as we walked through the downstairs rooms, which got me
aroused since there were a few people around, although I'm sure they
thought nothing of it.  My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it
in my neck.  Cates led me into the upstairs bathroom and closed the
door.  She ran her hands up and down my chest and said, "I'm sorry.
I was jealous.  I wanted you all to myself."  "Fine by me," I
said, and we started kissing.  We worked our shirts over each other's
heads, and soon I was taking her breasts in my mouth and tonguing her
nipples.

"God Eddie, that feels so good.  I'm going to miss that so much."


"I know, Cates," I said, moving back up to her face and kissing
her, "I promise we can still do this when I come home."

"Promise?" she said slyly.  I kissed her so deeply that we were
practically breathing each other.  She moaned with pleasure.

When the kiss broke, she said, "Since this is a special occasion, I
would like to give you a special present."  She looked at me for
approval, but I had no idea what she wanted, so I just said "well, it
is a special occasion..."  With that, she knelt down in front of me,
unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly and pulled my shorts down.  I was in
complete shock.  She studied my cock, but only for a second, as she
took it in her hand and gently started rubbing it up and down.  She
simultaneously rubbed my cock on her ample breasts, looked me in the
eyes and said, "I want you to come on my tits, Eddie."

"Oh my god" was the only thing I could say.  Especially when she
slid my throbbing penis in her mouth and sucked and tongued it like a
pro.  She alternated between that and jacking me towards her tits.
"Do it, Eddie," she said, "come all over me."  I was in
ecstasy; my 14-year-old sister wanted me to come all over her.  "Oh
yeah, do it, do it," she urged.

I wanted to enjoy this feeling forever.  It was incredible.  But it was
too good to last and I shot the biggest load of all time all over her
neck, chest and tits.  Cates even used her nipple to wipe the last of
my come off my dick.  "Oh, Eddie, that was beautiful!" she said,
then looking down at her tits, "I wish we had a Polaroid, I want to
remember what this looks like forever!"

"You and me both, Cates." I said, panting and running my fingers
through her hair.

"Maybe I should just leave it there and put my shirt back on - see
if anybody notices your come stains," she said.

"That would probably be a bad idea," I said, "I really glazed
your breasts.  God, I've never come that hard."

"Well, I guess I will have to clean it up then," she said, "but
there is something else I want to do for you."  Cates picked up her
bra and used it to clean my come off of her.  "Here," she said,
handing me the bra, "Yours.  Take it to college with you."

"Holy shit, Cates, you make me so hot," I said.

"I'm not done yet," she said, "I'm not going to put another
one back on.  Let's see if anyone notices."

I got dressed and she slid her tank top back on.  I couldn't take my
eyes off her breasts; they looked absolutely fabulous.  Fortunately, no
one saw us come out of the bathroom together.  That would have been a
tough one to explain, especially with me holding her come-soaked bra.
We stopped in my room to drop off the bra, and she quickly closed the
door and kissed me again before we went back outside.  No one ever said
anything to me about her being braless, but I'm sure at least my
friends noticed - shit, her dumbass boyfriend must have noticed.

Over the next three years Cates and I hooked up a few times when I was
home.  But we both had lives - significant others, places to go and
things to do, so it was never very frequent.  Christmas was always a
really good holiday for us.  We would sit up all Christmas eve watching
the snow fall, kissing, making out and just holding each other.  When
she got tired she would just lay back on me and I'd play with her
breasts for hours.

But although she took to rubbing my cock through my pants (but never to
orgasm) when we made out, we never repeated the events from the
graduation party.

As the time grew closer for her high school graduation, I asked her
what she wanted for a graduation present.  She didn't answer me
specifically, she just said she was sure I could think of something.

*****

In the spring of my junior year in college, I got a phone call from
Cates.  She wanted to make sure I would be home for her graduation.  I
told her I wouldn't miss it for the world.  This time I didn't ask
her what she wanted for a present; I had a pretty good idea.  Although
she had a special request from me: she asked me to bring home "the
bra" from our little encounter at my high school graduation party.  I
asked her what for, but she wouldn't tell me.

I got home a couple days before Cates' graduation.  She had plenty to
do with all of her friends in terms of partying and finals and all that
goes along with that time of year.  So I didn't see her much until
right before she was leaving for her graduation.  I was sitting alone
in the kitchen as she walked through.  She was wearing a beautiful
tight fitting yellow sundress that really showed off her breasts.  As
she was walking to the door she said, "The ceremony starts at 6.
Take your car, don't go with Mom and Dad.  Meet me at the cafeteria
entrance at 5:30."  Before I could ask her what was up, she winked
and walked out the door.

So my mind was racing while I waited at the cafeteria entrance to my
old high school.  Everyone was gathering on the other side of the
school for the graduation.  Cates then emerged from the building in her
graduation gown. She was barefoot and carrying a small bag.  "Hi,"
she said, "I was wondering if you could give me a ride home after."

"Sure," I said.  "But why did I have to meet you all the way over
here for you to tell me that?"

"So I could give you this," she said, and handed me the bag.
"I'll see you after."  Again she winked, and ran back into the
school.  Just as soon as I wondered if maybe she wasn't interested in
our little "activities" anymore, I looked in the bag to find the
following: her sundress, her sandals, her panties, and a little note
that said, "I'm wearing the bra." I instantly got hard and looked
to see if I could still catch her, but she was gone.

I could barely make it through the ceremony, watching her walk barefoot
to her seat, giggling with her friends, getting her diploma, the whole
time knowing she was naked underneath her gown except for a bra that
was covered with my long ago dried jism.  She looked truly beautiful.
I was worried my parents might notice my arousal with all the seat
shifting I was doing.

After the ceremony I picked her up in the drop-off circle and she
greeted me with a kiss on the cheek.  She told me that the post grad
party was at her friend's house, and that she'd asked Mom and Dad
to head over there after the ceremony to help other parents set up.  So
we headed back to our house.

Once inside, we began kissing right away.  I hurried her up to my bed,
laid her down, and slowly unzipped her gown to just past her tits.  She
was in fact wearing the bra, which was a little small for her now, but
it just made her cleavage look even more impressive.  I unclasped the
bra and proceeded to kiss and suck on her tits, rubbing them all over
my face.  Cates just lay there and cooed her approval.

Now came the time to decide how far I wanted to go.  Despite the
blowjob/handjob she'd given me at my graduation party, I'd never
wanted to do anything with her pussy, it just didn't seem right since
she was my sister.   I slowly unzipped a little more of her gown, and
she began writhing and purring "mmm... yes, yes."

When the gown was fully unzipped, I looked for the first time at my
sister's completely naked body.  Her legs had a very similar shape as
mine - a fact which made me feel a little weird. But otherwise, she
was utterly beautiful.  And she was making no effort to hide or cover
up her pussy, so I knew what I needed to do.

I slid her gown off and lifted her legs up onto my shoulders.  Cates
began to moan my name over and over as I lowered my mouth onto her
pussy.  When my tongue made contact with her clit, she shrieked and her
body spasmed.  I furiously worked my tongue and fingers in her pussy
and I sucked on her clit.  Cates was in sheer ecstasy and couldn't
keep her hands still, moving them from my head to gripping the sheets
to playing with her own tits.  She came in no time.

As she was catching her breath, I kissed my way up her body.  She
played with my hair as I sucked on her nipples.  I too needed relief,
so I undid my pants and slid them off.  Cates saw this and began
breathing quickly again.  I took my cock in my hand and she told me I
was bad.  "Let me know if this is OK," I said, and swiveled my
hips, thrusting my cock inside her pussy.

"Oh, GOD FUCK ME EDDIE, YESSS!" she screamed.  Being her big
brother, and a gentleman, I had to oblige her.  I pounded my cock into
her pussy repeatedly for several minutes until I was sure she'd come.
When I was ready to burst I pulled out and shot my come all over her
chest.

Cates, catching her breath again, looked down at her come-covered tits
and said "Eddie, I love it so much when you do that!"

"I know you do, that's why I remembered this," I said.  I reached
under the bed and pulled out a Polaroid camera.  We took a few pictures
of each other, some with her holding my cock up next to her tits, some
with my fingers deep in her pussy.  We cleaned up the jism with her
bra, and took pictures of that too, being very careful not to get our
faces in any of the photos.

Finally I laid down next to her and we shared a long kiss.  When it was
over, I asked, "So was that all right?"

"Of course," she said.  "I've wanted to fuck you for the
longest time.  I just didn't think you wanted to."

"Well, I guess we know what we want now," I said.

"Yeah, I guess so.  You want to go again?" she asked.

"God I love you." I said.

"Mmmm... I love you too," she said, as we pressed out naked bodies
into each other, and slid our tongues in each others mouths...


*****

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