Does It Turn You On?

She kissed me gently and stroked my cheek.

"I have thought about it. We'll find a way. Love always does."

I gave her a sharp look. She was gazing at me, her eyes soft and gentle and trusting. Like a little sister.

"I love you, my big, strong, clever bro'. I love you very much."

"I love you too, sis," I began.

But she was shaking her head.

"I don't mean I love you like a brother. I mean Iloveyou. Reallyloveyou. I have done for a long time. I haven't thought of you like a brother for ages. I've only thought of you as a man. A man I want. A man who makes me go weak at the knees. Who turns me on every time I'm near him, smell him, brush against him. I love you, bro'," she repeated.

"Sis!" Once more she'd jerked the ground from under me. "I had no idea--- You can't ---!"

"Of course not," she said. "I've been very careful to keep my feelings hidden, especially in front of Mum and Dad. It's been difficult, I can tell you! But sometimes I've walked around with my pants soaking wet from thinking about you. And me. That's why this weekend was so important. Why I was so determined that my big strong brother was going to fuck me, come what may!"

She raised herself and looked at me, her eyes searching my face.

"Does that make me a slut?"

"Don't be silly! No!" I reached for her and hugged her to me, tightly. "Just because you've shocked me beyond belief, said things, done things I would never have dreamed you would even know about, doesn't mean you're a slut!" I hugged her again and enjoyed the feel of her warm body against mine. I felt her relax.

"Good," she said. "Are you recovered yet?"

"If you mean for sex, no! I'm still sensitive! If you mean from all the shocks, no! I wonder if I ever will recover from them! I'm still worried about this. Whatever your feelings, or mine, it's wrong. It's taboo! And I'm worried about after this weekend too."

"Well, I'm certainly not going to tell any ofmyfriends!" she stated firmly. "This is my secret. Our secret. And I can't believe you're going to go to the pub boasting about how you've shagged your sister!"

"I haven't!" I pointed out indignantly.

"But you're going to. Aren't you?" she asked, a note of doubt in her voice. "You're not going to leave me high and dry after I've opened my heart to you, are you?" She looked at me searchingly again.

I could feel every inch of her flesh that was touching mine. I could feel the heat coming from her thighs as they pressed against mine. I remembered the feel of her mouth sucking on my rod and her tongue flicking at the tip. My sister's mouth. My sister's tongue. Yes, I thought with a sigh. A sigh of resignation that I would be committing myself to a path down which there would be no turning back. I sighed again. A sigh of pleasurable remembrance at her mouth......her tongue.

"I don't know, my sweet little sis," I sighed once more. "I want to. God, how I want to now I've thought about it and had a taste of things to come. Yes, sweet little sister. I want to have as much sex with you as we can this weekend, but you're my sister and it's wrong! We'll both feel so guilty, so bad, afterwards......." I tailed off, already feeling guilty about the blowjob she'd given me.

She snuggled hard against me and rested her head on my chest.

"No we won't," she replied. "I don't feel guilty at all. It's something I've wanted for so long. And you won't feel guilty because it's me that's started it and led you on and you're a bloke and you want sex from anything in a skirt, like anyone your age."

"Charming!" I said indignantly. "I do have standards, you know! Not just anything in a skirt!"

"I meet your standards," she said flatly.

I shut up. I couldn't answer this because she'd met enough of my female friends in the past, be they serious, but usually short-lived relationships, or one night stands. And she was right, of course, in that her own luscious, firm, rounded, pert and enticing little body probably far exceeded any standards I'd ever set for myself.

"Oh, sis!" I groaned. "Why are you doing this? I rolled my head from side to side in a genuine agony of indecision. The thought of a weekend of sex with her was so tremendously exhilarating that half my mind was in a fever of anticipation. The other half, well, maybe a quarter, well, maybe just a small segment, recoiled at the thought that she was my sister and I had a responsibility to her. And to myself. And my self esteem. And Mum and Dad. And ---

"Oh, fuck it!" I said aloud. I rolled over and hugged her to me, looking at her face, just inches from mine.

"I hope we don't regret it, but okay. Yes. I want to have sex with you, okay? Lots of it!"

She kissed me on my eyes and then my nose.

"Good! It's made me very happy to hear you say that."

We lay together for a while, each immersed in our own thoughts. My sister and I had had a fairly quiet and peaceful sibling life, compared to some. Oh, we'd had our spats and tantrums, our arguments and shouting matches as we grew up. But mostly we adored each other in a brotherly sisterly sort of way. We'd helped each other with school homework from time to time and later she'd make a point of checking out any girlfriend I'd brought home and let me know her opinion, whether I wanted it or not. By the same token, I'd been wary of one or two of her boyfriends and told her that if they gave her any grief or stress to let me know. I'm not a violent man, nor am I normally aggressive, but I would have been first in the queue to protect my little sister if some boy was mistreating her in any way. So we had a strong bond already. What would happen after this weekend was anybody's guess. Would it strengthen that bond? Or destroy it?

She disentangled herself from me and rose from the bed, holding out a hand to me.

"Come on," she said. "I'm going to cook. Come to the kitchen with me."

So I rose and followed her out of my room. She threw off the bathrobe and chucked it through her own open bedroom door where it landed on her bed. As she led the way downstairs I looked at her body, lithe and supple in front of me.

But now I wasn't looking at my sister. I was looking at a gorgeously sexy, inviting body. A body I'd felt right next to me and wanted to feel there again. For the first time in my life I realised consciously that she had the most firm, round, pert ass that a man could wish to see, touch or slide his cock into. I saw her waist, tapering in before slightly widening again at her hips. A waist that begged to have arms, my arms, round it.

At the bottom of the stairs she stopped suddenly so that I bumped into her. That is, my cock bumped straight into that pert, firm ass, right between her cheeks and she pushed herself back against me, hard.

"Mmmmm!" she exclaimed. She wriggled a bit, pressing her crease against the feel of my cock inside my shorts. The thoughts I'd been having and the feel of her ass against me was enough to start an erection again, albeit a slight one.

She straightened up and continued to the kitchen.

"Nice," she threw over her shoulder. "Soon be ready again. After we've eaten we'll be able to spend all afternoon in bed."

Whilst she collected everything she needed to make us a light lunch, I brewed a pot of coffee. Holding my mug in one hand I went to her and put an arm round her waist. That slim, warm, firm waist, but delightfully soft to my touch.

"Whilst you're doing that, I'll go and have a shower and change," I said.

"Don't you dare!" she said sharply. "You stay as you are!"

I felt the dampness at the front of my shorts from where she'd peed on me.

"But," I began.

"No!" She waved a spoon at me warningly. "I want you to keep those on and nothing else! Okay?"

I shrugged helplessly. "Okay. If that's what you want."

She was looking at me pensively.

"On the other hand," she said softly, almost to herself, " I wonder." She tapped the spoon against her teeth thoughtfully.

"Why not?" she answered her own unspoken query. "Wait here."

Dropping the spoon on the table she hurried out and I heard her go upstairs. Moments later she returned, one hand hidden behind her back. She came up to me and planted a kiss on my lips.

"Big bro'," she said, "Are you ready for another shock?"

"There's more?" I enquired, dismayed.

"Probably more than you can imagine," she answered dismissively, " but right now I'm thinking of just one, smallish one."

"Smallish?" I echoed.

She nodded. "Do you remember a pair of white cotton boxer shorts you used to wear?" she asked me. "Very soft, quite old now, and with an opening at the front without any fastenings?"

I dimly remembered having a pair of boxer shorts like that, only they weren't called boxers. Because they had a short leg they were just pants, as opposed to briefs. So I nodded.

"Yes, I remember. Haven't seen them for ages. Thought they must have been thrown out, or the washing machine had eaten them, or something."

"I have them," she said, and produced them from behind her back.

I gaped at them, at her, and at the pants again.

"You?....When...? I mean, why?....."

I stared at her in disbelief, again wondering if this was really my sister, or had she perhaps become a pod-person from the planet Mars?

"Why on earth have you got my old pants?" I finally managed to string together a coherent question.

To her credit, she actually went slightly pink.

"I rescued them from the washing bin," she explained.

"Nicked them," I suggested.

"Saved them," she corrected. "I wanted them because they smelled of you. And because they have an opening at the front so I could slide my dildo or vibrator in there when I wanted to masturbate and think of you. But mostly," and she coloured a little more, " because you'd either wanked into them or had a wet dream in them and they had your cum on them."

She thrust them into my free hand and turned back to her cooking chores.

"I want you to put them on," she said with her back to me, "in place of the shorts."

Still processing this new, and slightly shocking information that she'd walloped me with, I absently turned them over in my hands and examined them. I remembered them. Hadn't seen them for ages, not since last winter in fact, and I remembered vaguely wondering then why I couldn't find them. There was the opening at the front, just a gap with two slightly overlapping hems and no fiddly buttons or anything to prevent easy access. And yes, I saw with embarrassment, there was a big stain at the front which could only have been cum, whether it was the result of a wank or in my sleep I couldn't remember. And to my horror and dismay I saw that there were even a couple of skidmarks at the back of them. But there were other stains, deep in the crotch and I wondered about them until I realised that they must be my own sister's juices and cum if, as she suggested, she'd been wearing them for her own sexual pleasures. I felt myself going red.

"Sis," I stammered, " are you telling me you've had these all the time and been wearing them, just as they are?"

"I love them," she said by way of an answer. "I told you, they smell of you, my brother, a nice, strong, manly smell that makes me think about you, your cock, having sex with you. When I wear them I can cum so quickly and with such a huge climax that I soak them."

"Erm ---yes, I can tell," I admitted.

She turned to face me. "But now I want you to wear them," she said. "All weekend."

I gazed at her helplessly.

"Sis," I began again.

"There are many things you don't know about me, aren't there?" she commented. "To you, I'm just your little sister. A teenager. A baby. Someone for you to protect, or fight with, or disparage. Well, I'm not, not any more. I'm all growed-up. I've had sex, quite a few times. I've tried lots of different ways. Some I liked, a few I didn't. But I'm not just a little baby for you to amuse yourself with any longer. Nor am I a silly, giggly teenager who gets a crush on any half decent looking bloke. I'm old enough to know my own desires, my own wishes, dreams. And I'm old enough to know what I want. And I want you. I love you, my brother. You're all the world to me now."

And she came to me and put her arms round me and hugged me very hard, her head resting on my bare chest and those wonderful, gorgeous, hard nipples pressing against my skin through the thin fabric of her bra. Even through my shorts I could feel her love mound pressing hard against my cock.

"Now you stay right where you are while I just finish this quickly and then we'll eat."

She laid out the table and I watched her in silence. I felt that my whole world had changed this day.

She moved around and I couldn't help but watch her body as she worked. She bent over in front of me to get a salad crisper from a cupboard and her firm round cheeks presented themselves to me. A dark line ran between them and I imagined the crease of her ass, my tongue licking there and kissing that hidden place, her rosebud, as the heat of her cheeks surrounded my face. I thought about pulling down those skimpy pants and thrusting my rod into that pert, tight little ass.

She was right. She wasn't my little sister any more. She never would be again. I wanted her, all of her, very much. Below the leg of her thin pants her thighs were tanned, soft and I wanted to hold them, kiss them, lick them, hearing her moan with pleasure as I did so. I sighed, thinking of the commitment I'd just mentally made and hoping that the path down which we were both about to go would not suddenly rear up and bite us both in the backside.

"Come and eat," she said.

She'd made us a huge fresh salad of cold meats, cheeses, pickles and the like and I suddenly realised I was ravenous. She sat, half facing me and smiled at me often as we tucked in to her repast. Stretching out one bare leg she rubbed her foot against my thigh, wiggling her toes as her foot moved higher and higher, creeping under the leg of my shorts and still moving up my thigh until I felt her toes gently caressing my balls and the base of my cock.

I smiled at her. There was no point in objecting, and anyway, it was a nice sensation.

She giggled and said, "I can't get enough of you. I want to touch you, somehow, somewhere, all the time." But she withdrew her foot and continued eating. We finished the lunch in silence. I have no idea what she was thinking about, but I could have hazarded a guess. For myself, I was still trying to come to terms with thisvolte-facein my life, still trying to justify to myself the decision I'd made, and still thinking about that luscious body which I was soon going to be enjoying.

We put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. She cleaned a little and I made us both a mug of coffee. She leaned against the counter nursing her mug with both hands and regarded me with a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

"Are you ready?" she enquired, raising one eyebrow. "Are you ready to have an incestuous relationship with your sister? Is that beautiful great cock of yours recovered enough so that it can fill my cunt, or my ass, and fill me full of your hot cum?"

I wanted to answer 'yes and yes and yes!' but I just stared at her.

She put down the mug and picked up those old pants of mine from a chair. She stepped in front of me and pulled down my shorts to my ankles. Crouching down she nuzzled my cock and my stomach, her tongue flicking out and back, licking me gently. Her face moved lower and she took my cock with one hand, not erect yet but already beginning to harden, and licked the back of it from the base to the tip, her lips roving round my helmet and producing an immediate erection that strained towards her.

Yes!" she breathed. "You're ready, no doubt about that!" She lifted one of my legs and I stepped out of the shorts. She held the white pants so that I could step into them and pulled them up over me, slowly, gently, erotically. My cock immediately found the opening and sprang out. Again she bent and licked it and I could hear her breathing deeply.

"Oh, I love your smell!" she murmured. "It drives me wild! Feel me!"

I made no move, just enjoying the feel of her mouth and tongue again.

"Feel me!" she repeated and took one of my hands and placed it between her legs.

She was incredibly warm, her thighs on either side of my hand rubbing my skin and passing their heat into my hand. My fingers involuntarily curled inwards and I felt the outline of her cunt lips. I gently used one finger to rub between them and let out a huge breath. Her pants were soaking wet from her love juices and my finger had no difficulty pushing the soft fabric into her, into her wet cunt as I sought her clit and began to rub it gently.

She gasped. "That's what you do to me when you're near me!" she said as she drew in a big, shuddering breath. "And when I smell your smell, I'm done for. I just soak myself. And now, finally, to feel you rubbing my cunt, to feel your finger stroking my clit......" she shuddered and pulled away from me, releasing my cock at the same time.

"Not here!" she said. "Upstairs! I want to feel your whole body next to me! I want to feel your face between my legs, licking my cunt and my clit. I want to bury my head between your legs and kiss your balls, suck them, suck your cock and smell that wonderful smell that is you!"

And she grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the kitchen and upstairs to my bedroom. Pushing me onto the bed she shut the door and leaned against it, breathing heavily and looking at me.

"I'm going to cum so quickly!" she said. "As soon as you touch me, I'm going to cum! I just know it!"

And she came to me and lay beside me and I was lost.

I stroked her hips and her waist, my hand rising up to cup one breast. She let out a gasp and closed her eyes. I massaged her breast gently, playing with the nipple. It was so hard I thought it would break through the fabric of her bra. Her own hand moved down and rubbed the outside of my pants, rubbing the outline of my cock, her fingers curling round to cup my balls.

I kissed her, full on the lips and felt a thrill go through me. It was like kissing a girl for the first time ever. I kissed her again and knew that the excitement was because this was forbidden fruit. Her lips were soft, delicate, her breath warm and gentle through her slightly open mouth. Her tongue flicked out and circled my lips and then she thrust her head forward and her tongue flashed into my mouth, writhing furiously and encircling my own tongue. I responded fully now, all inhibitions forgotten as I let myself sink into the rapture of enjoying her body.

My cock found the opening in my pants of its own accord and her fingers encircled it, stroking me gently, long, slow strokes that made me even harder and I pushed my hips towards her, wanting my cock to find her wet, warm cunt.

My own hand dropped to her thighs and she gasped again as she felt me stroking them, my fingers moving upwards as they caressed her soft flesh, until I found the edge of her soaking wet pants and my hand moved across to rub her lips, a finger again searching for the cleft between them so that I could rub her clit.

But she pulled away from me and gasped, "No! No! Not your finger! You'll make me cum too soon! I wantyou!"

And she rolled away and onto her back and opened her legs wide. I moved across to lie above her, my hands supporting my weight and gazed down at my soft, sexy, beautiful sister's face. My cock hovered inches from her pussy. She quickly lifted her hips and pulled down her pants, just an inch or so.

"My gorgeous brother!" she breathed softly. "I want you! Push that big, hard cock into me, with my pants!"

I must have looked puzzled because she added breathlessly, "I want to feel that cock sliding into my cunt surrounded by my own pants because they're wet and I'm wet and I know they'll give enough for you to do it! And then, and then I'm going to feel your cock in me bareback! Just you, your hot hard cock, in me, sliding into me and fucking me!"