This is a Halloween Contest entry and a story about passionate sex between a sister and brother with overtones of non-consent. If you don't like to read incest stories or ambiguous consent stories or stories about loss, you should skip this one.
I peer into my sister's room while she unpacks her bag. Dried tears stain her cheek. She looks tiered but remains lovely. I want to ask her why, but she won't answer if I do. A tinge of guilt makes my spying tawdry, but I don't stop. I can't stop. She's the focus of my existence.
"Can I bring you anything Honey?" our mother asks from the doorway.
"No, Mom. I need time alone."
"OK. Remember, Marie said to call any time. You don't have to suffer alone. We need to pull together to get through this."
"Yes, Mom. Please close my door."
Mom shakes her head with sadness before the door latch clicks.
Lilly's return so soon, two month since she left, delights and bewilders me. What went wrong? I wonder if she flunked out of school. If she's as emotionally wrung as me, the strain distracted her from studying. I'm ashamed again for the drama over the summer. Home life grew unbearable for both of us, but at least she escaped back to her dormitory while I remained trapped.
Lovely Lilly sits on the floor with her back against her bed and her chin against her chest. She hugs her knees and shrinks into a ball rocking while she chokes back sobs. I want to comfort her, but I realize she must invite me. Watching remains the limit of my intrusion. I squeeze into a ball in solidarity and wonder why we cry.
Hours pass before a gentle knock on the door calls my sister to dinner. I assume I'm not invited. Mom blames me, and she will never forgive. It's better this way. There won't be more accusations if I stay away. Lilly deserves our parents undivided attention and sympathy.
The wall switch flips and light blinds me. I must have daydreamed with my eye pressed against the hole. Lilly stands alone in her bedroom staring at the wall where a large mirror hangs. That mirror reflected the happiest hours of my life. I wish I could replay them.
I watched her undress a thousand times, and the thrill doesn't fade. A familiar tingle returns when she shows the gentle slope of her breasts. Her cute derriere wiggles to escape tight jeans. The panties fly across the room to miss the hamper by a mile. Lovely Lilly stands nude below me and tilts her head back to examine the cracked plaster separating us. I suspected she spotted my spy hole long before she acknowledged it. With no pretense remaining, her eyes meet mine. She shakes but no longer cries.
"I love you Lilly," I whisper.
She shivers and wraps her herself in her arms.
"I miss you," she moans, and tears well again. "It's not fair. I want you back."
I plan to grant my sister's wish.
Lilly sleeps under my watchful eye. Sometime during the night, she throws off the heavy comforter rewarding my patience with another opportunity to study her shape. It's a rare treat when she sleeps naked. The curve of a hip draws attention to a narrow waist. Pert breasts bear nipples I long to nuzzle. The wonderland of her body becomes my playground, and I can never want another.
I quietly descend from the attic being careful not to wake our parents. I take a terrible chance. If I'm caught in Lilly's room again, there will be another scene worse than the last if that's possible. Once I enter, I tiptoe closer and slide into bed to spoon. The scent of her hair brings memories flooding back. I press against the length of her. I wrap my arms around her settling my hands on her peaks.
Lilly purrs and relaxes into my embrace. I consider it proper as always. Our bond transcends societal conventions. How can love be denied?
I sneak out before she wakes. Back in my room, I assume my position on the floor anticipating Lilly's first stretch of the morning. She doesn't disappoint. Her arms reach over her head, and her toes point. She yawns and flutters eye lids.
My sister's hand traces the impression my body left in her bed. A finger brushes the breast where one of my hands rested. Her attention moves to the hip I caressed while she slept. Bracing her feet on the floor, my beauty stands. After a pause to steady herself, fingertips glide to the place on her thigh where my penis pressed.
She looks up at me with the slightest smile and then shakes away the lingering fog of sleep. Lilly putters through morning routine until she picks up her phone, scrolls through contacts, and presses "call." "Marie?, Hello, it's me again. I'm sorry to interrupt your breakfast ... No, it's not that. I had the nightmare you predicted, but it was maybe just a dream."
The pink phone case matches my sister's nail polish.
"... He was in my bed with me ... It wasn't that. No ... You can't understand. I miss him so much."
Lilly stuffs her arms into the sleeves of a robe switching the phone from hand to hand.
"... You said that. It's not healthy, but I wanted the dream to last."
The robe conforms to her figure as the belt pulls tight, and she walks from her room and out of my sight. I wonder who Marie is.
The next morning, I gaze at the sultry wench sprawled across the bed, and my heart pounds. Her skin glows in the light of dawn seeping through her window. A belly made for kissing lifts and falls with her breath. As my tender touch wanders along her legs, I monitor subtle changes in her body. Energy ebbs and flows through muscles, and she visibly shivers when my hands arrive at the inside of her thighs. Play at border of her panties makes her squirm. I understand what she wants, but I savor the building tension. I plan a slow climb to the peak of arousal.
The outer edges of my sister's underwear guide my journey bypassing her pussy. Lilly arches her back and moans with her eyes still closed. I crawl along her bed to position my face above her core. My cheek presses against pillow soft skin while I scan up her body to the undersides of magnificent breasts. They are irresistible, so I extend my hand and stroke them with a feather touch.
I anticipate what Lilly craves. I invested countless hours watching her discover herself. Our glorious summer together perfected my technique. I play her body like a virtuoso plays a violin, and I draw sounds from her that no musician can match. My breath raises tiny hairs generating patches of goose bumps.
Lilly is a lusty vixen. She hides it from herself, but her desires betray her. I slide along her body letting my erection drag against her leg until I cover her. She is small beneath me. Lilly caresses herself from shoulder to neck to her ear showing me the path to nibble. My dry lips tingle, and I detect her pulse while I linger.
She attempts to slide a hand inside her panties. She can't wait, but I move preventing access to the sweet spot. My cock nudges her swollen folds but cannot pass the barrier of silky cloth between us.
"Please," she begs and flexes her ass.
The motion rubs my tip against her welcoming portal.
Her head tosses from side to side until I gently bite an ear lobe to limit the thrashing. I wait until she pretends to be calm in spite of panting. I kiss and nibble my way down her neck, across her chest, and up to the edge of her sensitive areola. We have been apart for months, so I take my time refreshing memories of past adventures in my sister's bed.
"Lilly," I say breathlessly, "Do you remember the first time I came to you?"
She pretends not to hear me. My words embarrass her with reminders of submission, but she secretly relishes the truth. She wanted me that night and every night.
"You pretended surprise when I sucked your nipple and dipped my finger into you."
"Oh," she sighs.
"Your orgasm in my arms awoke the beast you keep hidden," I continued, "You wanted it. You needed it and called me back night after night. I took your innocence."
Lilly's head thrashes again.
I ignore the nipple and nuzzle around the side sucking and tasting the salt of her perspiration. She trembles under me. I slide lower again letting my cock sway and bump her leg as she humps against me. When her butt lifts, I snag the elastic of her panties and pull until she allows me to remove them completely.
I sit up and admire the fruit of my labor. She reclines with her legs parted, her lips glistening, and her nipples erect. There has never been a more beautiful sight.
I position my face to inhale her delicious musk. My heavy breathing matches hers until I dip my tongue for a quick exploration. Then, she holds her breath. I tease her open with shallow licks. When she can no longer wait and draws another breath, I flick my tongue along the side of her clitoral hood. Her stiff sexual nexus juts from her body inviting me to suck, but I know better. The moment I touch the exposed tip, she will convulse in orgasm.
Her inner lips spread like flower petals, and sensual juices puddle on the bed. Her body blushes with arousal from her face down and her vagina up.
She lifts her pelvis bringing the clit to my lips. I indulge her with another darting stroke along the hood. Impatient, she franticly rubs her pussy until I fend her paw away. As much as I enjoy watching her masturbate from my vantage above her bed, no finger robs victory from my tongue. She will cum first on my mouth and then on my cock. Submission frees Lilly to enjoy, and I offer what she needs when she doesn't know herself.
I avoid the magic button and delve into her. She clenches her walls as I fuck her with my mouth. The flavor of my sister brings another flood of memories.
"Lilly, do you remember the time you sat on my face?" I ask while I pinch her nipples. "You ground against me so hard my nose bled. Do you remember what happened next? I took your cherry. You cried, but you wanted me inside you again within hours."
Lilly's mews and whimpers are the only acknowledgement I get.
Lubrication cools on my face when I kiss her pouting mouth sharing the taste of pussy. It drives her wild and thrashing resumes.
"Please," she pleads with a throaty voice.
I want her to struggle suppressing a scream of pleasure. Her lower lips spread with the touch of my mouth while my hands stay on her chest. I press my nose on the swell above her clitoris. A soft squeal escapes, and she covers my hands with her own. We share the task of kneading her breasts while she clamps my face between her legs. Wetness draws me lower to lap again, but the moment I leave her clit, she bucks against me urgently.
I give a long slow stroke from her entrance to the center of pleasure. I flatten my tongue spreading the pressure and savoring my lover's involuntary convulsions. The slightest twisting and swirling makes her body go taught and her breathing stop.
I sense the tension drain from my sister as high pitched squeaks and moans end with a gasp for air. She twitches and trembles sinking into the bed as even the air around her softens. Sweat drips from her brow. Her eyes squeeze tightly shut. Sexy humidity fills the room.
I stretch her wide with my cock. She remains on edge and groans as I press into her. She is tight, and her muscles grip me. I pump while kissing her neck and listening to the blast of air she exhales each time I thrust. Fucking my sister again fulfills a dream I thought beyond reach. Lilly's body is limp everywhere but her pussy. It was the same when Mom caught us.
The unwelcome memory revives my shame and fear. I'm overwhelmed by guilt, but I rut faster and harder. I grunt with every thrust. My need for release wars with visions from that day.
Mother bellowed an inhuman screech that curdled my blood.
Lilly burst into uncontrolled sobs. I pulled out of my sister just in time to blast my seed onto the floor. Mother's eyes tracked every drop with revulsion and horror. Then came accusations and the yelling never stopped. "Monster - No son of mine - Your sister - All summer - Disgusting - Animal - Pervert - Get out!"
Shaking from the memory, I'm unable to cum. My prick softens, and I cry because I can't live without my sister's love. I fall out of her and collapse on the bed. The hand I fended away from her pussy returns. She finger fucks herself wildly grinding her palm against her clit. He writhes riding one finger, then two, and finally three. She cums hard in my arms.
Lilly sleeps with the depth only possible when fully satisfied. I cuddle her until I slip away before the house wakes. The last thing I need is to be caught again.
I listen while Lilly pours her heart out to the mysterious Marie.
"It happened again ... yes, but stronger ... better. ... I know it's wrong. Yes. I know. It doesn't change how I feel."
I'm warmed by Lilly's confession.
"Will it ever stop?" my sister asks.
She listens to to the phone for several minutes. Her face exhibits anger, regret, and finally sorrow.
"I didn't want that!" she bellows into the phone. "... You're right, I'm calm now. I'm sorry ... It's my fault ... Yes, it is! ... I want him back."
Mom knocks on the door and calls, "Honey, are you alright?"
"I'm on the phone with Marie."
"You need to start dressing soon. Your black dress is hanging in the closet."
Lilly doesn't reply to mom. The phone falls away from her ear. A convulsive sob starts a flood of tears.
"You didn't have to die," my sister screams at the ceiling.