It Started With a Kiss

It felt great, and yet the annoying thorns of frustration were nagging at her. Annie had hoped she would see her brother's cock fully embedded in Carol's dilated sphincter and thus picture his fat meat pressing balls-deep into her own ass, enjoying the vicarious thrill of being sodomized by her hunky brother. But no, even that derivative, marginal, voyeuristic pleasure was to be denied her.

It irritated Annie to think that Carol was squandering her amazing chances to be dirty with Eric and act slutty for him and let him have his way with her body, all of which Annie fantasized about daily. The way Annie saw it, Carol should be glad that she got to have mind-blowing sex with such a dreamy guy, but instead she refused to drink Eric's cum and she didn't even seem to enjoy something so deliciously naughty as being his anal fucktoy.

Again, her bitterness made her pleasure flare perversely brighter, compelling Annie to rub her clit faster and pump her fingers deeper in her clinging little asshole. She was ready to scream out from the intensity of her build-up when she finally saw her brother's muscular frame go rigid as his fat cock twitched and started unloading inside Carol's bowels.

"Ahhhh fuck yes, I'm cumming! Ooohh yeaaah!"

"Pull out now! Uuuuhhh, pleeeease! Ooowwwh, pull out, pull out, pull out!"

The sight of her brother's raging, spewing cock slipping out of Carol's gaping asshole pushed Annie over the edge. She came on her clit-frigging and ass-pumping fingers while Eric growled and fisted his throbbing member, sending thick ropes of cum to splatter all over his girlfriend's reddened butt-ring, spraying her supple asscheek, her arched spine, even her shoulder blades and neck. Watching her brother's pearly white seed trickle down Carol's buttcrack as he aimed his last creamy spurts straight into her abused little anus made Annie's climax rear up again. She came so hard that she had to bite her lower lip until she drew blood to stifle her moans of release.

Annie was panting, leaning heavily against the door-frame, her digits still slowly sawing into her clingy asshole when she saw Carol climb unsteadily out of bed, snorting angrily and glaring at Eric. "You've made a mess all over me, it's even in my hair! I'm gonna take a shower."

For a white-hot raging second, Annie fumed at having her afterglow interrupted by Carol. A moment later though, the adrenaline rush of seeing her cross the room headed for the bathroom sobered Annie up. Her heart racing, her thighs streaked with run-off pussy juices, Annie swiftly got up and silently rushed back to her room, closing the door behind her in the dark. She was sitting back on her bed by the time she heard the shower running.

As she took off her bunched up panties and ran her hands all over her nectar-shiny crotch, Annie couldn't help but think of her brother lying in his bed right then while she lay in her own. Annie could almost see his mighty cock, still slick with lube and maybe oozing out a last dribble of thick creamy sperm. The mere idea aroused her all over again.

As she lazily circled her clit, Annie reached her other hand lower to her tender rosebud. Massaging her little hole, she wondered what it would feel like to have a man cum inside that tiny crinkled orifice, filling her bowels with hot seed, making her feel his sperm splash deep inside her butt.

'No, not a just any man', Annie thought, images of Eric forming in her mind as she slowly worked her clit and asshole with her fingers, teasing herself into another solitary climax. 'And to think that Carol is washing away is cum', Annie mentally grumbled, torturing herself more, reinforcing the injustice of the situation, the sting of envy making her pleasure somehow spike more intensely.

Desperate to anesthetize her disappointment through masturbatory oblivion, Annie did what she had done every night in the past weeks, ever since it all started. Sighing, shaking with inextinguishable longing, she attacked her pulsing nub with faster frigging motions and sank her fingers deeper in her ass, looking forward to an orgasm, just one more orgasm before she slept, to lull her away and soothe her aching need for her handsome, adored, unobtainable big brother.

*****

It all started with a kiss.

Annie's volleyball team had won a crucial match that evening. Their parents would be out till late and Eric had nodded his assent, so Annie decided to invite some people over to celebrate. Unavoidably, word spread. By midnight, a bunch of seniors from her high school had showed up to join the fun.

The party was in full swing. People were drinking and dancing and laughing inside the house while Annie and Eric sat out in the back yard, sharing a quiet joint. Both were buzzed and giggly as they snuggled in the deck chair. Eric's arms were wrapped around his little sister's shoulders, Annie's whole frame cuddled against her brother's strong body.

The sounds of laughter and music faded in the background as the siblings looked up into the smoggy night sky, trying to see some stars and failing. They imagined where each constellation would be if they could see it, arguing playfully, smiling and pointing their fingers up into the blue-black night.

Neither of them was in any hurry to get back to the party, both feeling good just the way they were, together. After a while, Annie rested her head in the hollow of Eric's shoulder and started nuzzling his neck, feeling cozy and sleepy and safe in the embrace of her beloved big brother.

"This was the best part of the evening, Eric."

"It really was," he replied, holding her closer.

Looking into her lustrous blue eyes, losing himself in his sister's deep, soulful, affectionate gaze, smelling the unique fragrance of her light brown hair, Eric felt an overwhelming surge of emotion wash over him. Annie was such an amazing girl, so gorgeous, so sweet and nice to be around. The moment he saw her smile up at him, beaming with happiness, radiant with her special quiet beauty, Eric couldn't stop himself anymore. Leaning in, he kissed her.

When her brother's lips met hers, Annie felt herself melt inside. She surrendered to his kiss, opening her mouth, inviting him in. As soon as Eric's tongue probed timidly into her mouth, she sucked him inside her wet warmth with her lips, pressing herself tighter against him.

Brother and sister made out slowly and silently, oblivious to anything but each other. After a while, as spontaneously as it had started, their kiss ended. Their gazes locked, their eyes shone in the dark. No words were spoken for a few seconds. Then came a noise.

The screen doors slid open and a slightly slurred high-pitched voice resounded from the house. "Annieeee! Where are you? Pizza guy's here and someone's puked all over the couch!"

Shaking her head as if suddenly waking from a light and carefree dream, Annie jumped off Eric's lap and dashed through the shadows toward the brightness and confusion of the party. Eric sat perfectly still for a few more minutes, breathing, thinking, waiting for his aching erection to subside before making his way back inside.

*****

The day after the party marked a turning point in the siblings' relationship. They had always loved each other and cared for each other, hugging and cuddling and enjoying one another's company, but the kiss they shared was something else. In their own individual ways, Eric and Annie both knew that nothing was going to be the same after that intimate, loving, passionate moment.

Annie was relieved that they had kissed, it eased the tension she had felt building inside her for a while. Lately, she had been fantasizing about her big brother more and more, thinking about him as a guy and not just as the sibling she had grown up with.

He was kind with her like no other guy, he made her feel beautiful, reassuring her when she felt insecure about her looks. Her full heavy boobs and her round plump ass made her feel self-conscious at times, specially because all her friends at school were so fixated with fitness and diets and being slim. Annie was glad that Eric liked her the way she was. She believed him when he said that she was gorgeous. She knew he wasn't lying, she saw the truth of his words in his glazed-over eyes and in the hungry peeks he stole at her curves when he thought she wasn't looking.

Annie did the same with him, finding herself staring at his abs and toned butt when he was working out or came back from a run, all sweaty and flushed. He was so handsome, with his wide shoulders and well-defined body. Looking at him made her mind wander, sexy thoughts bubbling up from deep inside her, filling her head and making her flustered whenever he was around. Annie pictured him every time she masturbated, feeling naughty because she was imagining her own brother fucking her but never experiencing any actual guilt. She loved him, after all, so why should she feel bad about something so right and sweet and nurturing as love?

Eric was worried the morning after their first kiss. He didn't regret it, not one bit. Actually, he craved to feel his little sister's soft warm body pressed against him again, her wet succulent lips drinking him inside her mouth. He wanted her so badly, like he had for a while, ever since she had developed into the stunningly curvy girl she was. But she was his sister, his adorable little Annie, whom he was supposed to look after and protect, not take advantage of while she was drunk and high on pot.

In all fairness though, Eric pondered, she seemed to be attracted to him even when she was perfectly sober. He had noticed how tightly she hugged him lately, squashing her ample tits into his chest, making sure he felt her hardened nipples poking out through her tops. He knew it wasn't random chance that made her 'accidentally' have to pick something up right in front of him at any given chance, so that she 'had' to bend over at the waist, offering him a perfect view of her mouthwatering short-clad bubble-butt. No, Annie probably wouldn't have minded the kiss even if she hadn't been a bit high, Eric realized. But what he had in mind, what he wished the two of them could do together, well, that went way beyond kissing. And he wasn't sure Annie would be on board with that.

Like most mornings, Eric waited in bed until he heard the sound of the shower running in their shared bathroom. His hard cock flexed as if knowing what was coming next. But that day Eric didn't go through with his usual morning ritual of peeking in while Annie showered and silently jerking off to the condensation-blurred sight of her naked, water-slick body hidden just by a flimsy shower curtain. He did masturbate though, in bed and thinking of his beautiful little sis, images of her amazing tits and plump juicy ass flashing before his eyes. After he blew a massive load, Eric sighed, his thoughts returning to the complex issue of his attraction to his sister.

What he had with Annie, the true, deep, life-long love he felt for her was too precious and too rare to risk it in any way. He couldn't bare the thought of losing her by pushing things too far. No, that was unacceptable. Even though platonic love wasn't what he wanted, he would have to settle for it rather than gable it away by telling Annie how he felt about her, acting on his desire for her. The slightest possibility that she might be disgusted or horrified by his revelations was enough to make Eric keep his mouth shut. No matter that he was just a year older, he was still Annie's big brother, and he had always taken his role very seriously, watching over her and being there for her any time. He wasn't going to do anything that might possibly hurt her in any way.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, fighting back the tears suddenly blurring his vision, Eric got up, mustering all his resolve to face a day that he knew would be long and bitter. It was time he found himself a girlfriend before he did more than just kiss his sweet Annie, before he did something that might cost him the one girl whose love he would never doubt and whom he simply couldn't help but love, secretly and with aching passion.

*****

The days following their fateful kiss were weird for the siblings. Both were still affectionate and casual around each other, but a sort of quiet-before-the-storm feel hung between them now.

Annie was sure Eric would make the next more, since he had initiated the whole thing. She couldn't wait for him to take her in his arms and claim her as his, like she wanted him to do. Eric on the other hand was unable to go through with his decision to move away from his beloved sister and focus at least his physical urges, if not his emotions, towards another girl, one that he wouldn't care about losing if she rejected him, one that he could accept being rejected by without falling to pieces.

For a week Eric and Annie danced around the growing sexual tension brewing right beneath the surface of their usual interactions. Both read and misread signals in the other's action, each getting more mixed up in their own expectations and turmoils, neither getting what they wanted. In the end, it was another party that sorted things out somehow.

Confused, rabid with desire for his sister, Eric was torn between the fear of losing her and the burning need to declare his passion and his wish to be with her as lovers despite their being siblings. Unable to take the pressure, desperate to unwind a bit, he agreed to go to a party on campus. He soon lost sight of his friends, focused as he was on getting thoroughly wasted, bent on dulling his overworked mind with alcohol so that for a while he would feel nothing at all. He succeeded.

The following morning Eric woke up in a bed not his own, naked beside a naked girl. In a flash, the previous night came back to him. The beers. The vodka shots. The girl that offered him that joint and that bottle and that other joint and who eventually stuck her tongue into his mouth and took him back to her dorm room, stumbling and giggling as they fell on her bed. Carol, that's who she was, Eric realized. Carol from his economy class, the slim brunette that always saved him a spot. Carol who was now snoring with her face buried in the pillow right by his side, naked just like he was.

Once the hangover passed, after some sober talking and some sober sex, Eric and Carol officially became a couple. He was very baffled by the whole thing, but not entirely displeased. After all, he did mean to get a girlfriend so he'd stop thinking about fucking his sister, didn't he? And Carol was okay, she was pretty and nice and obviously way more into him than he was into her. He didn't love her, he wasn't in love with her and he was quite sure she knew it. But he did like her, kind of. And, since he needed to channel his forbidden passion somehow, well, Carol just might do. Certainly having sex with Carol would take his mind off Annie. Or so Eric hoped.

It didn't. No matter how much he tried not to think of his little sis, whenever Eric had sex with Carol he couldn't help but scrunch his eyes shut and imagine it was Annie he was fucking, Annie's pussy he was licking, Annie's face he was plastering with thick ropes of cum.

This worried him, but it also excited him. The thought of having sex with his sister, even vicariously through the unknowing medium of Carol, was obsessively embedded in his brain, his passion for Annie undeterred and actually increased by his own attempted misdirection. Weirded out and hornier than ever, all Eric could think of doing was to keep fucking Carol in the hope that next time, maybe, just maybe, he would not picture his sister as he came inside her like a geyser.

*****

The first time Annie heard them, she thought she was having a nightmare. She had woken up needing to pee and stumbled blindly to the shared bathroom. Her hand was already on the light switch when the muffled grunts and other unmistakable noises coming from Eric's room registered. Keeping the lights off, moving silently, she had peeked in and seen her brother on top of a slim girl. He was pounding her hard, his groin clapping against her nectar-shiny, splayed open thighs.

Annie was thunderstruck. She pinched herself to make sure this was all really happening, it was so unreal, it just couldn't be true. Or could it? Maybe this was perfectly real and right, and all her fantasies revolving around her brother were the actual fiction, the silly dreams of a silly girl.

Instantly, in a flash of agonizing awareness, it all fit into place. Eric's weirdness since he slept out after a party the previous week. His apparent embarrassment whenever she hugged him or gave him a peck on the cheek. His hesitance to finally make a move on her. Now it all made sense. Eric had a girlfriend. He was fucking another girl. Like every brother in the world, he had found someone other than his sister to have sex with.

Annie's rationalization hit her devotedly nurtured emotions like a devouring blight that made her hope of being with Eric wane and wither away in the blink of an eye. A masochistic little voice inside her told Annie that she deserved this, echoed by another part of her which was sadistically glad. She should not have waited for Eric to act. If she wanted him so much, why didn't she take the initiative before some other girl could? And now it was too late.

It was like ripping off a band-aid. Painful, awful, yet unavoidable. The pain sobered her up, making Annie see things for what they were, making them appear as they had always been even when she was too blinded by her forbidden love to see them clearly. She had to be realistic, whether she liked it or not. After all, reality didn't seem to care about her or her feelings, as the scene unfolding before her proved. Tears streaked down Annie's cheeks, making the coupling seem blurred, cruelly reiterating the delusion that it might not be real. But it was.

While her lips quivered and her heart beat crazily, Annie's eyes stayed glued on Eric's thick steel-hard cock pistoning in and out of the tight pussy of that lucky girl moaning on his bed, legs in the air, face distorted in pleasure, blissfully unaware of Annie's torment. Annie hated her, and envied her, and wished like hell she could trade places with her.

'That could be me now, feeling Eric's big cock pushing into me, filling me over and over again... That should be me...' Annie thought, staring at the rutting couple, her dearest fantasies still trying to stay alive in spite of everything. Her desire for her brother was so deep and strong that, even in that heart-wrenching situation, she wanted to remain within Eric's sexual horizons, if not as a participant at least as a spectator.

To her own surprise, Annie realized that she was getting turned on while watching her brother fuck his girlfriend. Through the maelstrom of her fluxing emotions, a certainty appeared in the guise of the warmth and wetness that she felt between her legs. She liked seeing her brother naked. She could not tear her eyes off his chiseled manly body, especially his hard thick dick pumping into a wet, conquered pussy. Automatically, Annie's fingers found their way to her damp crotch and ran along the folds of her puffy labia. Her breathing got ragged as her fingertips closed in on her engorged needy clit and started rubbing it, sending ripples of pleasure radiating through her.

That night, for the first time, Annie masturbated while peeking in on her brother having sex. It was a twisted, diluted substitute to actually having sex with Eric, but despairing to ever get that outside of one of her fantasies, she settled.

Her voyeuristic little ritual grew on her in the following weeks, to the point that she came to crave the nights when Eric would take Carol home to fuck her in his bed. It irked Annie that someone else was with her big brother, but at least she herself was there too, if not exactly with him, at least close to him.