Born to Love Her Ch. 01

My sister, Krysta, and I have always been close. Despite that we're a few years apart, we've always had a very good familial relationship. Growing up, we would rarely argue. In fact, our home life was very good. Some might say it was too good, even eerily good.

We were raised in a regulated house with rules, and we were expected to follow them. We were taught responsibility, and we were expected to always be accountable for our actions.

Neither of us bothered to rebel, and we never accepted the concept of doing so as being normal. I personally thought the idea was bullshit, just an excuse that's used by people with less discipline, less structure, and a want to escape a situation on the sole basis that they can't get their way. This was one point that my sister and I disagreed on, but only definitionally.

By the time we were in our early and mid-twenties, we'd established our own lives, but our closeness remained. Granted, we didn't get to talk, or hang out as much as we did before, but our reunions, even though rarely after an extended time, were often met with some of the happiest moments I can recount.

It wasn't long when I found my thoughts constantly returning to her. I'd think of her short blonde hair, her sexy body... I guess I should mention I developed a crush. How could I not? Most people, when they spend so much time together, tend to develop feelings of attraction. We can't help who we fall in love with, after all.

By the time I hit thirty, I was working from home, and Krysta's job would often take her out of state. We would text, and tease each other in any way we could, but for months at a time, we wouldn't see each other at all. Krysta would often default to flirty jokes, and our conversations would often lead to talking about our sex lives.

We felt no shame in sharing these details with each other, it was just a sign of our closeness, but we did know that most people wouldn't understand, and might pass undue judgment based on their own prejudice, so we kept such conversations private.

She told me she had started dating a guy, and she'd made a case to transfer to another department, so she could be closer to home more often. She eventually got a transfer.

When I was thirty-one, and Krysta was twenty-eight, again, a couple years ago, we went camping with some friends; just a couple we knew. Krysta would commonly wear a bikini top with some shorts, and when our friends weren't looking, she would bend over in front of me, or brush me in some sexual fashion that she could always explain away if I protested. I never protested, of course. I wanted more, but the act was done so carefully, I was convinced I was reading more into it than there was.

Ultimately, after the trip, I couldn't help but think about such instances. Her flirty nature in our conversations, how she'd find any reason to touch me, or hug me... her fit body brushing against me.

I found myself looking online for videos of brothers and sister having sex. Most of it was obviously fake, but some was convincing enough to enjoy. This was how I started spending my free time, along with writing my own erotic fiction, all incest of course.

Spring 2017 began, and my thoughts changed very little. Krysta had been fighting to stay home on a more permanent basis, and she'd finally won that case. After going out on the road one final time, she was allowed to start selling her company's product locally, and over the phone.

One day, as I sat at home on my computer, watching porn, my phone buzzed. I picked it up, and answered a call from Krysta.

"Hey, bro. You wanna go camping?" she said.

"Yeah, that sounds really good. When?" I said.

"How about this coming week?" she said.

"Yeah, I should be able to do that. You bringing the gear?"

"Yes, and I'll pick you up to bring you, that okay?" she said.

"Yeah, that's fine, sis," I said.

"M'kay, I'll see you then," she said.

We both hung up, and I went back to watching my porn.

The day that we got to the camp site, I started going through the gear to set everything up. The evening breeze flowed through the site, situated alongside a river, providing a cooling effect that was gentle, and nice.

"Er- um... sis," I said. "I think you forgot to bring the second tent."

She looked over at me. "Oh no, I forgot to tell you I was just bringing the large one. Is that a problem?"

"No, that's fine," I said. Thoughts raced through my mind, but I sought to stow them until I had time to think about it.

We put up the tent, and set out on a hike that followed the river. Just like last time, Krysta was wearing some shorts and a bikini top, and I couldn't help but admire her swaying ass while she walked.

"Oh! When are Jen and Tom arriving?" I asked. They were the friends we'd camped with last time, and I'd assumed they were coming.

"I didn't invite them. I wanted this trip to be just the two of us," Krysta said.

About twenty minutes into the hike, we stopped at some rocks to talk. I sat on a rock, and Krysta sat on the ground.

"I love the outdoors," Krysta said.

"Yeah, me too. I always have," I said. "We're supposed to be out here, among the trees, where we are in tune with the world around us. Humans spend too much time around technology, they lose touch with reality."

"I like it out here because it makes me feel more free," Krysta said. "Like, society is based on so many fucking rules... I feel like I can do whatever the fuck I want out here, and nobody is here to tell me I can't."

"Yeah."

The sun started going down, so we got up and started backtracking toward the camp site.

"So," Krysta said. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No," I said.

"What? Why?" she said. "If I had a guy like you, I'd do anything to keep him."

"I don't know. I just can't seem to really connect with anyone on a deep level. I mean, I've been with some nice girls, but nothing just clicked," I said.

"Maybe you just haven't found the right girl," Krysta said.

"What about you? You still seeing that one guy?" I said.

"No. Not anymore..."

"Sorry to hear that," I said.

"Don't be. He was a nice guy, but I didn't really love him. Good relationship, just... I guess like you, there just wasn't any real deep connection there."

"But how the fuck are you single?" I said. "I mean, Jesus Christ, look at you... you're a babe!"

She smiled at me. "Thanks."

"So, do you know who the next lucky guy is gonna be?" I teased her.

"Well, kinda depends on how he feels," she said.

When we got back to the camp site, we ate, then set up our sleeping bags on either side of the tent she'd brought. The center was open, so we could easily get in and out. After we'd set it all up, we both laid down on our sleeping bags.

"I gotta be honest, sis, I have a hard time sleeping when I'm clothed," I said.

"Me too," she said. "That's why I brought my bikinis."

"That's great, but... I don't think they'll fit me," I joked.

She laughed, and brought up Truth or Dare, so we played for a while. Eventually, the final dare was mine to perform, and having won last time, I sought to keep that trophy.

"Okay," she said. "I dare you to strip in front of me."

I got up, removed my shirt, and dropped my shorts, showing off my hard dick. I felt like I was living a dream, at this point, but wondered if she realized I would actually strip in front of her.

Her jaw dropped. "Why are you hard?" she said.

"Because you're hot, and I can't help it," I laughed. I laid back down in my sleeping bag, and left it open while she openly stared.

"That's just... wow..." she said. "Kinda big there, bro. At least, I think so."

"Thanks."

She took off her shorts, showing off her pink panties, then grabbed her bikini top's string and pulled.

"Well, I guess it's only fair that I let you see my tits, since you actually went through with that dare, and showed me your dick," she said.

She tossed her bikini top aside and let me see her tits, making no effort to cover them up, despite several seconds already.

"Perfect," I said. "What's your size?"

"Um, 34B. Now that you know that, try not to buy me underwear, even as a joke, because that might be a little awkward Christmas morning."

I laughed. "The look on your face would be priceless, though. I'd hand you one of the gifts from me, you'd read the tag out loud, then open it to find lace panties and a bra."

"Mom and dad would probably wonder what the fuck is going on," she said.

We both laughed it off and decided to go to bed. We turned off our flashlights, and after a while, my raging hard-on still hadn't gone down. I decided to silently jerk off, then eventually fell asleep.

The next morning, I awoke with the hopes of seeing Krysta changing, but as luck would have it, she was washing up in the stream, in a bikini, instead. I got dressed and hopped out of the tent as she finished up.

"Morning," I said.

"Morning," she said.

"You want to go swimming at the lake, today?" I said.

"Yeah, and I want to talk to you about something important. Let me get my boots, and we'll go."

Seeing her in her bikini made me realize she did change, but clearly long before I woke up to see it. She had a fit figure. Not muscular, but slim. It made her look ten years younger than she was. Couple that with her short blonde hair, she was easily the cutest girl I knew.

We left a few minutes after she retrieved her boots, walking along the same path we'd walked the evening before.

"What did you want to talk to me about, sis?" I asked.

"Last night," she said. "Were you weirded out at all, by my asking to see you naked?"

"No. It didn't bother me at all," I said.

"Good," she said with a smile.

"Do you regret taking it that far?" I asked.

"No," she said.

I was relieved, and wondered if she wanted me as much as I'd come to want her, over the years. Along the way to the lake, I found myself again staring at her ass while she walked in front of me.

When we got there, we both took off our boots, and I stepped closer to the water.

"Andy," Krysta cooed.

I turned to face her. She smiled and bit her lip cutely, then took off her bikini top and set it aside.

"What? You decide to skinny dip?" I said.

She giggled and paused. "Yeah, is that okay?" she said.

"Fuck yeah, take it off," I teased her.

She reached down and pulled down her bikini bottoms, exposing her bare pussy to me. She was a dream, and the sight of her naked like that, once again, called my dick to attention.

"Your turn," she said.

I took off my clothes, and tossed them aside. She walked past me, touching my chest, and running her hand down to just above my dick, then got in the water. I followed behind her, and got in.

As we swam, she found ways to brush up against me, and nudge my dick. Had we been fooling around, her touch would have easily made me blow my load, but she was just careful enough to only tease me.

After we finished swimming, we laid in the grassy area, in the shade, uninhibited, and fully naked. When you camp in the middle of nowhere, this is the kind of freedom you can enjoy.

Krysta looked at me, deep in thought, but finally spoke after a few moments.

"Are you okay with what I'm doing? Like, touching you, showing you my tits, asking you to show me your dick...?" she said.

"Yeah," I said. "Can you keep a secret? I mean, and not be completely freaked out by it?"

"Yeah."

"W-Well, the truth is, um... what I'm trying to say is... I have an incest fetish," I said. "Like, brother and sister fucking stuff. And well, I have had a crush on you for years."

"Yeah, I guessed that you were checking me out," she said. "And I'm glad I was right, because I feel the same way... and have for ten years."

"Wow. Why didn't you say anything?" I asked.

"Because I wanted you to admit it on your own time. I mean, I've been kinda encouraging you, and flirting with you, but you didn't really catch on that I was interested, so I decided on this trip, I'd be a little more direct."

"Why'd you ask if I was weirded out from last night, then?" I asked.

"Because I wanted your honest reaction, the morning after, and I wanted to make sure I didn't misinterpret any of the signs I was seeing," she said.

"Well. I guess now we both know how we feel," I said.

She scooted close to me, and we held each other in embrace as we dried off with the breeze. After a while, I felt her hand getting closer to my dick, which made me laugh a little.

"Go for it," I said.

She smiled and grabbed it, and slowly started jerking me off.

"You ever fantasize about me?" she asked.

"Fuck yeah," I said. "What about you? Have you ever fantasized about me?"

"Yeah," she said. "To be honest, a few times when I was fucking other guys, I'd imagine they were you."

"Well, sis, you can have my cock any time you want it. Seriously," I said.

She leaned up and kissed me, and I returned the kiss. Our tongues played for a moment, and I could feel her nipple stiffen against me. The reality of what was going on, sent me over the edge, and I could feel my cock shooting all over my stomach.

Krysta looked down at the newly-made mess, and before I could say a word, her tongue glided over my skin, lapping up the sticky white substance that she'd coaxed from me. It wasn't even ten seconds before she'd eaten it all.

We got dressed after a while, and went back to the camp, where I fixed us some lunch.

"So, how far do you wanna take this fling?" Krysta said.

"I'll go as far as you want to go," I said. "But I understand if you don't want to take this very far."

Her face became that of insatiable desire and curiosity. She bit her lip cutely like she tended to do when she got a dirty idea.

"What if I said I wanted no limits?" she said.

I laughed, knowing her enough to realize she was being careful about testing my limits.

"We should stop beating around the bush, Krysta. There's no reason we can't be completely honest with each other, especially now. Let's both just start saying what we mean," I said.

She smiled. "Okay."

She sat in my lap while we both ate lunch, and afterward, we would tease, and tickle each other, which often turned into a makeout session.

That night, we joined our sleeping bags, using mine as a blanket. I took my clothes off, while Krysta kept her panties on.

I laid behind her. "Take those off," I said.

She didn't object, if anything, she was eager to remove them. We lay naked now, our bodies pressed against each other, my hard dick placed between her ass cheeks. I rubbed her clit for a moment before inserting my fingers into her pussy. She shivered in excitement as I fingered her slowly, her juices already present, and soaking my fingers.

"Your really wet, sis," I whispered in her ear.

She moaned. "Ooh yeah, you wanna get your little sister off, don't you?"

"Fuck yeah, I do," I said.

My cock throbbed against her ass, practically begging me to shove it inside her. Krysta could clearly feel it, and started grinding her ass against it while she played with her tits.

I was living the dream, and I never wanted to wake up. I was being given the opportunity of a lifetime, and I was damned well going to use that opportunity.

I could feel her juices leaking out of her, and as she spread her legs for me, she looked at me with intensity.

"Faster," she moaned.

I did as she said, the fluid 'fwap' sound coming from her pussy, intensified, and so did her motion against my raging hard-on. I wanted to fuck her so bad at this point, but before the act could escalate to that, I felt her pussy contract around my fingers. Her body shook in pleasure, and her legs clamped my hand in place as she moaned loudly. The motion against my cock during this, had a similar effect. The thick cream exploded from my cock, and splashed against her ass, which left a sizable mess on both of us. Her orgasm calmed, we kissed with passion, then we spooned as we both fell asleep.

I woke to the sound of rustling and splashing outside. My movement roused Krysta from her sleep, as I peeked out the window to see what was going on.

"Mmph, baby it's too early-" she said.

I shushed her with a signal, and leaned close to her ear.

"It's John," I whispered.

"John who?" she said, still groggy.

"John Hays," I said.

"Fuck..." she sighed.

John Hays was a family friend, who knew us very well. It was a little odd that we ran into him, certainly because of where we were. In hindsight, it made some sense, even if the timing was highly unlikely. He fished along this river probably once a year, when he could afford to take a few days off.

John was situated across the river; far enough away to not be considered invading a camper's privacy, but close enough where he could see or hear some of what was going on, the river's width notwithstanding.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" Krysta whispered.

"Fishing, it looks like," I said.

"Fuck... I had this week planned out, and now-"

"He might not stay as long as we will, let's just give it time, and see what he does. In the meantime, we'll just have to be quieter."

"M'kay, well quiet isn't exactly the easiest thing for me when I'm cumming a fountain," Krysta said.

I stifled a laugh, and we both got dressed. We got out of the tent, and I went to fix us some breakfast.

"Hello, there!" John said.

"Hey. How are you?" I said.

"Not bad. I didn't expect to see you two out here camping together. Why are you sharing a tent?" he said.

"That was my fault," Krysta said. "I meant to bring our two new tents, but forgot one."

"What do you do for privacy?" John said.

"Take turns," I blurted.

A couple of days passed, and John left, finally allowing me and Krysta to get back to what we were doing.

"Have you thought about sex?" Krysta said.

"I think about sex all the time, sis," I said.

Krysta laughed. "No you dork, I mean have you thought about us having sex?"

"Yeah, but... are you on the pill?" I said.

"Yes, but I want kids."

"We should take it slow, and get used to being a couple, before we think about having kids," I said.

"Yeah," she said.

She gave me a look, and took off her panties, then sat in my lap, facing me as we started making out. I took off her bikini top, and she removed my shirt. Each moment became more intoxicating than the last, and we both knew where this was going.

"I want you," I said.

"I want you, too," she moaned.

We quickly got in the tent, and I began removing my pants.

"So, do you wanna be on top, or-?" I couldn't even finish the question before Krysta was on her back, with her legs spread, and her knees bent.

She smiled at me, and I got between her legs, staring into her eyes. I was in disbelief that we were about to fuck, but it felt so right. It was as if I had been on a long trip, the conclusion of which promised a reward that I wanted more than life itself, and I'd finally reached the end of my journey.

Her tight, wet pussy welcomed my cock, as I penetrated her, its grip unrelenting.

"Oh yeah, big brother," Krysta moaned.

I nearly came right away, with the realization that my cock was now inside my own sister. Our motions weren't rough, or fast, but loving. I kissed her as I thrust into her, and could feel her shiver with excitement, just as before. Her nipples were erect, and ready to be sucked on. I did, one by one. I looked back up to see Krysta's lips in full blush, which complemented her short blonde hair.

Moments more, and the rush of what we were doing built up to another level. Our motions picked up, and I could feel her pussy juices dripping onto the tent's flooring below. She moaned louder, and wrapped her legs around me, so I wouldn't pull out. Her breathing became labored and heavy, and it with only a few more thrusts, I could feel my cock shooting cum into her.