Brother and Sisterly Love Pt. 01

Jayne the sister.

Of course, I'd had erections pressed against me before my party in fact, I'd had one pushed into my tummy earlier that evening. It was pretty much the norm at dances but at them it was with unsophisticated nerdy kids, not grown-up married studs like my brother. So, when I felt Greg's, I was confused but excited. However, was I imagining it was my first thought when he eased his body away from mine creating a gap between us. I wanted to do quite the opposite and as we continued dancing, I closed the gap and had the delicious feeling of my brother's erection pressing into my stomach. I was so torn but as the dance finished and shortly after the party ended, I felt disappointed that nothing else happened and I went home with mum and Greg went home to his bitch of a wife the gorgeous looking Kelly.

I am pretty sure that it's not a coincidence that on the Tuesday after the party I was with a guy I'd been dating for a month or so lying on the back seat of his car. My sweater was bunched around my neck, my skirt around my waist, my panties were in my handbag and my tits were out of my bra as he pushed himself into me and rather clumsily fucked me, thus taking my virginity. And, of course I was thinking and wishing that it was Greg.

Greg the brother.

I should have just let it go but I couldn't. So, instead of ignoring the erection incident at the party, I called Jayne and said that we needed to talk.

"Is Kel around?" she asked.

"No, she's travelling, with work."

"When will she be home?"

"Saturday."

Jayne, interestingly eagerly suggested she come to my house that Thursday evening the week after the party.

She arrived at seven as agreed and almost took my breath away at how she looked. As fabulous, grown up and sexy as she'd been at the party in a formal way so she looked even more so in an informal outfit. She was wearing a blue denim, mini skirt of a ridiculously modest length with a zip at the front running several inches down her flat stomach. Her long, shapely and nicely tanned legs were bare and seemed to go on for ever until her feet which were slid into a pair of flip flops that she slipped off as soon as she sat down. On top, she was wearing a blue and white, hooped tee shirt sort of garment that was thin and loose with a scooped front so when she bent forward, she displayed an excitingly deep cleavage and some signs of a blue bra.

She sat on the sofa and I poured us each a glass of wine then sat beside her.

"So, you want to talk do you bro?"

"Yes, I think we should, don't you?"

"I don't know what it is you want to talk about do I"

"I think you do Jayne," I said wondering how this would go from now on?

Seeming to be far more relaxed than I was she leaned forward looking as cool as that proverbial cucumber and said quietly as she looked right into my eyes.

"Greg, I think you should tell me and put me out of my misery."

Losing my traditional cool I blabbed. "At the party Jayne, when we danced and I er, um oh you know."

Then with a calmness of the sort I wished I had she said in not much more than a whisper she filled in for me with.

"You mean when you got a hard on do you?"

"Yes, yes that, that is what I mean."

"So?"

"I am sorry so sorry."

"That's ok it's fine no big deal," was her surprisingly matter of fact reply which amazed me as I had been thinking she'd be mortified.

Jayne the sister.

Greg was usually so cool and together, rarely showing much emotion and being in control of himself and generally handling the proceedings well. But that evening he was far from that and was almost a bumbling wreck. That though, bolstered my confidence and as he said we needed to talk and apologised for getting the hard on at the party he seemed so surprised when I told him that it was ok and everything was cool.

Although that was broadly the truth everything wasn't cool with me for inside, I was boiling up and my body was tingling with excitement everywhere.

"Are you sure Jayne?" he asked.

"Yes, Greg it's fine, no big deal," I said trying to sound as if I hardly recalled anything, but all the time I was recalling the feel of my breasts against his chest and the lovely length of his erection pressing into my stomach.

"Yes, Jay that, I am so sorry it shouldn't have happened."

"That's ok Greg, I'm ok about it," I told him.

"Are you Jay, are you really?" he asked as our eyes met and I saw God knows what in them.

"Er, um yes, yes I think so, oh Greg?"

"What Jay?"

"I just don't know."

"Know what?"

I couldn't think how to phrase the question I had wanted answering since I felt his erection against me.

"What made it happen Greg, was it me?" I asked rather inanely.

"God Jay I was dreading that question."

"Why Greg, why have you been dreading it?"

He looked so nervous and as if he was about to cry. I felt so sorry for him yet at the same time felt such love and desire. I wanted to take him in my arms and kiss him, but of course I didn't and instead I put my hand on top of the back of his and squeezed it. He turned it round so that our palms were touching and said so very hesitantly.

"Because Jay....... Yes, yes it was you it was because of you."

Although I had half been expecting him to say that it was down to me because in reality it couldn't be anything else. Even at my inexperienced age I knew that when a man is dancing with a woman, they don't get erections about someone or anything else but her. Hearing him say that he got hard because of me, his sister was, nevertheless, an epic moment.

A phrase kept hammering through my mind as we sat there silent for what seemed an age but was almost certainly only just a couple of minutes. 'He wants me, he wants me.'

But of course, I said and did nothing. It didn't seem my place to lead this, whatever this was? It still wasn't clear, well at least to me it wasn't for all that had really happened was that he had got hard when dancing with me and had admitted that it was because of me. He hadn't gone further and said that he wanted me, that he wanted to hold me, caress and fondle me, touch my body, stroke my breasts and yes, fuck me. Nothing more had been said as we sat there holding hands, looking at each other but saying nothing.

Surely it wouldn't end like this; inconclusive with all decisions still hanging, floating in the air creating a huge doubt between us? Surely, he wanted to go further. It was inconceivable to me that it could end like this. But then whatever happened here between us I knew it wouldn't be the end as I could not rid myself, not that I wanted to, of my feelings and desire for him.

Greg the brother.

"Darling," I said hesitantly in almost a whisper, avoiding eye contact. "It shouldn't have happened; I don't know what got into me," I stammered knowing I was lying but thinking that was for the best.

In many ways I was pleased that you looked disappointed and seemed to be a little taken aback.

"Oh, I see," you muttered, looking as if you might cry making my heart go out to you.

"No Jay you probably don't see as I don't either," I said gripping your hand a little tighter.

"What do you mean?".

"Oh, darling it's so complicated?"

Jayne the sister.

I knew exactly what he meant now and yes it was hellishly complicated. As we held hands and agonised over it, I wondered just how far he had gone with his thinking about me and whether he had envisaged us having sex or was I just a fantasy? But of course, he had no idea of my feelings and how I had fantasised about being made love to by him.

"You're my sister and my body shouldn't react as it did."

"But Greg," I managed to say quite firmly adding almost as an afterthought. "I am also a woman."

"And a very beautiful one as well."

"Am I, do you really think so, that I am beautiful?"

"Oh, Jayne yes of course I do and you are."

"Is that why it happened?"

"Yes, in part I suppose it is."

"Good, but just in part, what else is there?" I asked fishing for a confirmation that he wanted me.

"No Jayne, I can't say," he mumbled, refilling our glasses and finishing the bottle of white wine.

"It doesn't matter whatever it is, I'll understand," I sighed feeling the tears welling up.

"Oh Jay you're so understanding, thank you," Greg groaned gripping my other hand.

We were sitting quite close and we'd both turned a little so that we were pretty much facing each other, holding hands with our faces less than a couple of feet apart. Our knees were touching and where my silly skirt had ridden up, I was almost showing my panties. The atmosphere was heavy and I felt so nervous and excited yet expectant, but I didn't know what to expect. Also, I had no idea of the roles we were both playing or should be playing in this unique to both of us situation nor, of course, did he. It really was all so confusing.

He had no idea just how much I fancied him and although I knew because of the erection that he was sexually attracted to me, I didn't know if he would turn that fancying into something more and if he did whether I really would be able to commit incest with him?

"Greg, you have to tell me," I whispered as he lifted our entwined hands up so that the four of them were about level with our mouths.

Greg the brother.

In some ways things were going so well yet in others so badly. It seemed that she was as up for it as I was and that provided both the good and bad. It was what I had fantasised and masturbated about but it was bad that we both felt the same as resisting committing incest was becoming ever more difficult by the moment.

I thought about kissing her hands but I didn't and, instead, merely leaned my forehead against them. But that physicality was wonderful and poignant.

"Greg, I need to know, please I deserve to know," she sighed.

"Yes Jay, yes you do deserve to know."

"Then please tell me."

"Promise me that you'll try not to hate me?"

"Of course, I will, or won't, or whatever," she whispered as I moved my head backwards and our gazes met.

"It was because I wanted you."

Jayne the sister.

'Oh fuck, he's said it, he's said it at last,' roared through my head my body reacting to his words by tingling and getting hot.

"Wanted?" I asked wondering whether I had heard correctly.

"Yes sexually, as a woman, I wanted to make love to you," came gushing out of his mouth.

My heart pounded as I heard the words, I so desperately wanted to hear but then it almost stopped when he went on.

"I am so, so sorry Jayne my darling."

"It's ok, please, it's fine."

"Aren't you disgusted with me, ashamed of your brother?" he said, averting his gaze from mine.

"No, no not at all."

"What, er, um oh God Jay, do you mean you're ok with that?"

"Yes Greg," I sobbed as my emotions overcame me, I started to cry and we looked at each again. "I'm very much ok with it."

"Jayne I am not sure I understand."

Now with tears streaming down my face I sobbed.

"I want to."

"Really darling?" he asked, taking hold of my shoulders.

"Yes, and I have for some time now."

"You want to what Jay?"

"You know what I mean, I want you to."

He pulled me to him so that my breasts squashed against his chest and my face rested on his shoulder.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Anything, just anything you want us to do."

"Oh Jayne it's so, so wrong."

"No, don't say that, it can't be wrong."

I eased my head away from his shoulder so that I could look into his eyes as he whispered.

"It is wrong by law Jayne."

Somehow summoning up a smile I said. "Then fuck the law it's an ass."

Then we kissed. It was not the kiss of a brother and sister but, wonderfully, marvellously and so excitingly it was a kiss of lovers.

Greg the brother.

I could hardly believe what was happening as we verbally confirmed what I had fantasised about. Now it had been done and what needed to be said had been, it all seemed so simple and straightforward.

Starting with our lips merely brushing against the other, it rapidly moved on to them moulding together then writhing and squirming as one. She was a surprisingly good kisser as I had been told I was and it went on and on as so eagerly we licked and sucked the other's lips and probed their mouth with our tongues.

It was not just physical for it was also saying so much. It was confirming the hinted at desire for each other and it was indicating that there was so much more that we would do. To my utter amazement, delight and relief it was also telling me that we would make love.

I didn't want the kiss to end but as I wanted it to lead to me caressing, fondling and undressing her then us making beautiful, tender love. But I knew that such things never happened easily and this could be a complete false start and further, deeper and more meaningful confirmation was needed before we took the next awesome step. So, I broke the kiss and just held her to me.

"Ok, what's the matter Greg?" she asked.

"Oh Jayne, I don't know."

"Don't know what?"

"Whether I am ok, whether we are ok and whether this is ok."

"It is, it is ok," she gushed.

I let go of her and got up. I had to break the mood, to interrogate her and the situation for if we were to make love, I had to be certain and, more importantly so did she.

"More wine?" I asked, going to the fridge.

"Mmmmm please," she said watching me get the bottle of Pino, open its screw top and refill our glasses.

I didn't sit down again but stood a few feet from where she was sitting looking so desirable and sexy yet vulnerable and innocent. Looking down and straight at her I could see her cleavage the indentations of her nipples and her long, tanned, lithe legs almost up to her panties.

Jayne the sister.

He remained standing a few feet away from where I was sitting staring at me with a look of pure love in his eyes and on his face. I was so excited and thrilled at what had happened so far that I didn't notice the distance he was putting between us, the difference in his voice tone and the expression on his face until I heard him say.

"Jayne, I don't think we should do anything else."

"What?" I blurted out looking at him. "You mean stop, do nothing?"

"Yes darling, yes I do, I think that would be best."

"You can't mean it, you can't be serious," I cried, standing up.

"Yes, Jay I think I do and I am being serious."

"But you said you wanted me, that you are sexually attracted to me, that's why you had the erection," I said looking down and seeing a noticeable bulge in his rather tight chinos as I added. "And why you have one now."

"I know and again I am sorry."

"There's no need to be sorry, I am pleased," I said louder than I should.

"Pleased that I have an erection that I get hard because of you, my sister?"

"Yes, pleased that you get hard because of me, a woman."

"Oh god Jayne, I am so scared," he groaned, opening his arms for me to fall into.

He held me. It was nice and tight, I felt safe and comfortable and then I felt his erection brush against my stomach. As he had at the party, he pulled away. I moved so it was against me again. He pulled back and I pressed forward so its length lay neatly all the way from my pubis almost to my navel pressing into the softness of my stomach. It felt wonderful and so big; I sighed into his ear.

"Mmmmmm that's lovely."

As I said that so he pressed it more firmly against me in an overtly sexual manner. That excited me even more and putting my arms around his neck I kissed him strongly and powerfully right on the mouth.

Greg the brother.

I was so torn far more so than ever before in my life. Looking at Jayne with her nipples exploding through her top, the micro skirt up near her panties, her long tanned legs and lovely face were doing so many things to me. Holding her and having her full breasts against my chest and my stunningly hard cock pressed against her stomach filled me with such a strong, sheer desire to go further with her. But then on the other hand, I knew it was wrong, sibling sex is taboo and penetrative sex between blood relatives is incest and illegal. I was thinking that I could fuck up her life so much at such an early stage as well and, on top of all that I could end up in jail which wouldn't do my life much good either!

Nevertheless, one concern had been removed, she was up for it and, if anything even more so than I was. But if we went further, would I be taking advantage of her relative youth and inexperience? Could I do that? Should I do it? And not just for me but for her as well, was that fair, reasonable and equitable?

God, I wanted her so badly and that was not a whim, it wasn't the result of dancing with her, getting that erection that within her and my relationship was becoming infamous, seeing her cleavage and fantastic legs today and now holding her in my arms. It was more, so much, much more and had been for a long time.

She felt wonderful in my arms and with her body pressed against mine I started to lose reason and began making love to her. I ran my hands up and down her back and onto the cheeks of her bum. There was absolutely no objection and, in fact, I think I felt her squirm against my hand. I thrust my cock against her revelling in the push back as her pubic bone met my cock. The kiss just went on and on as we used our mouths, lips tongues and bodies to enjoy each other.

A part of me, the respectable, conservative, grown up part wanted to stop because overall it thought what we were doing and where this was inevitably leading was wrong. The other part, the male, adventurous, underdeveloped and devious part of me wanted to go on.

I just didn't know what to do.

Jayne the sister.

I could feel some hesitancy in him, some doubt, he was holding back and not taking this as far or as fast as other guys had before him. I didn't know what it was or what I should do. Just moments ago, I thought it was all decided and that I had given him the green light that he seemed to need, but now that had changed, men can be so complicated. Ok we were siblings which creates some issues, a bit like exceeding the speed limit but nothing that big a deal! I couldn't make out what was stopping him or what I could or should do? I had already offered myself to him and told him I was pleased that I had made him hard.

"What is it Greg, what's the matter?"

Maybe I shouldn't have broken the kiss and asked that for he pulled away and we talked for what must have been twenty minutes. But we didn't really get anywhere as we were both repetitive. His message was that he wanted me but it was so wrong, mine was fuck right or wrong we want each other so let's do it. Several times I thought I had won the battle of wills but then something would crop up to thwart me.

He kept the distance between us like the two adults he had said a couple of times we should be, whatever the fuck that meant. Sipping our wine, we went round and round the houses really getting nowhere. However, at one time I managed to say in the manner I had used when being the chair of the debating society at school.

"Summing up Greg, we are both attracted to each other and have been imagining for some time having sex together, right?"

"Yes Jay, but that sounds so cold when you say it like that, it's more than just sex for me."

"I know it is for me as well," I muttered starting to cry again.

He stood up and started moving towards me. I stood as well. He took me in his arms and we kissed.

"I am in love with you Jay," he whispered.

"Of course; we're brother and sister, aren't we?"

"No, my darling, I mean as a woman, a man loving a woman," he said quietly.

Hearing those lovely words my heart pounded so loud and I gushed back.

"Oh Greg yes, I love you too, so much."

"And my darling, that's the real problem."

"Why, how?" I asked planting little kisses all over his face.