My Big Sister, Grace

The day was dark, drizzling rain hammered on the window. I really couldn't be bothered to go to a family dinner. We weren't a normal family, so why pretend by having some phony dinner where we talked about our days?

I was busy enough, working hard, making a living. I didn't need the distraction. There was a barely used WhatsApp group with our family members all included, so I put a message in saying I was tentative on my attendance and I'd confirm latter.

Suddenly, the phone buzzed. It was private text from Grace, my sister. She was a few years older than me and I admired her maturity. We were like kindred spirits. Best friends, even.

You better be coming tonight. Don't make me suffer this alone. Plus, I have missed my handsome brother. xx

Handsome, eh?

I felt blood rush through my veins at the prospect of my taboo thoughts but shook them off. What was I thinking? She was my sister after all.

I don't know, I hate these gatherings. I just really don't fancy it.

Oh don't be such a baby. I'll be there. I'll dress up nice and make an effort if you will. xx

I had no idea why she felt it appropriate to say that she'd dress up. Although, I made the mistake of confessing to her that I really like the power-look in women. Office professional, stocking, suspenders, a pencil skirt. I also made the mistake of saying I was a sucker for heels.

Grace lapped it up. She loved when we opened up to each other.

She'd gone through a recent break-up, where her partner not only cheated on her but made the mistake of laying a finger on her.

I'll never forget that night. She called me up, in floods of tears saying that her worthless boyfriend had hit her in the stomach when she said she'd wanted to have a baby. Needless to say, I'm not a violent person, but no one touches my sweet Grace. I went straight to her house; with my mind reeling at what I'd do to protect her. By that point, the scumbag had already bailed. Neither of us have ever seen him since. Though I heard he disappeared with some other poor girl he'd had on the side. Lucky lady.

It was beautiful though, amidst all the hate, anger and pain - we really connected that night.

I remembered looking at her puffy eyes, her beautiful smile and just thinking how much I cared about her.

I held her close as she cuddled into me and told me all about her relationships, why she felt she wasn't good enough. I reciprocated, and ultimately, it's how she learnt of some of my likes and dislikes.

She's used them to my advantage ever since. Any family gathering, she dresses up how I like, or teases me with some of my favourites; her glasses especially.

The night we connected was special. We didn't do anything that we shouldn't, but after the drinks were flowing, we kissed.

"Why can't I just get a guy like you?", Grace's soft voice echoed in my head.

I even joked that it's because society looks down upon blood relations and she didn't react. She just kissed me softly on the lips again, cuddled back in and then lay on my lap.

It was everything in me not to get hard. I fought, and fought to prevent my painful erection from freeing up and hitting her. I traced my finger through her hair, writing letters and drawing silly messages on her, knowing she wouldn't know what they were. *I 'heart' U* over and over.

Eventually her soft breathing turned a little deeper. Almost as though she was getting aroused, but I brushed it off as I heard a bated snore.

I listened to her soft breathing and felt so full of adoration and love as she lay on me.

Safe. Secure. Loved.

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It's a reaaaaal shame, as I have this lovely new skirt I was going to try. Thought of my brother when I bought it and whether he'd like some of his lady friends to wear it. xx

Very funny. I knew I shouldn't have told you anything. You just love to tease me. I've not had any in so long. It's been a long lockdown sis...

I bet that it isn't the only long thing right now. So are you coming?

I didn't reply. Instead, letting my hand wander down to my aching cock as I thought naughty thoughts. I pictured Grace in her beautiful skirt, clasping at her incredible body.

My attention was interrupted by the vibrating once again.

And by coming, I mean.... exactly what is going through your head right now. Love you bro. See you tonight? ;)

I'm sure you will. Careful what you wish for...

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It was still thundering with rain. There was a certain beauty to it. As I hopped into my car, already looking like a drowned rat, I just stopped and listened to the rain hitting the glass. I could have sat there all night, preferably talking with Grace. It might have been quite romantic in a bizarre way.

The drive was long. My cock twitched at the thought of how she'd be dressed. Suddenly, my mum rang. She told me that Grace needed a lift over to her house as her car wasn't starting. I was already detouring before she finished her sentence...

As I pulled up to Grace's, I grabbed a jacket from the back of the car and ran up to have it ready to shield her from the rain.

I hammered on the door, dreaming of her opening it in some kind of sexy red silken pyjamas, but I wouldn't be so lucky. She looked incredible.

The door opened and the biggest smile crossed her face.

There she was. Simply, beautiful.

Her long blonde locks, she'd curled them to give them some volume. Her eyes were accentuated with her thick black rimmed glasses. She was nicely made up, not too much, and not too little with the slightest hint of red lipstick. Her body looked incredible. She wore a white shirt with some frilled edging, that clung to her tight body. Her perky breasts just emphasised by the tightness.

My eyes wandered down further to see a black 'wet look' pencil skirt, with stockings and stunning black heels with red soles. Louboutins.... my favourite.

"You look incredible Grace..."

"Not so bad yourself. You know I am a sucker for a man in a waistcoat."

She teased me with a little twirl and hugged me. She whispered in my ear and sent shivers down my spine.

"You look so fucking handsome bro. Thanks for coming to get me. I hope I've made it worth your while....?"

She didn't even need a response. I hugged her closer and I know she felt my semi-hard cock pressing against her. We held the hug longer than the normal brother and sister would.

She then broke off with a huge smile, kissed me on the cheek and flicked her tongue against my ear, much to my delight.

Grace stepped out of the door as I held the jacket over her head to shield her from the rain.

She turned around, with her key in her hand and bent down to the lock, feigning ignorance as though she was struggling to find the keyhole. Using it as a perfect time to find me, and she gently brushed her ass against my cock. I moaned softly before realising this was a public display of affection and anyone could see, even through the sheet rain.

"Wha-", I said before she interrupted me.

"Ssshhhh. Don't say anything. Just enjoy the evening... BIG bro...", the obvious witticism when she was older.

She moaned softly as she locked her door, stood up completely unaffected and then locked eyes with me in one of the deepest, lust fuelled gazes we had ever shared.

The drive to our parents was eventful. She didn't even tease me. She acted like normal, as if none of the exchange had just happened. I know she just enjoyed the control she had over making me incredibly uncomfortable. It was quite exciting at the same time. She'd baited me and hooked me expertly.

"So, you really have no women on the go right now?" she asked.

"Well, no, we've been in lockdown gorgeo-", I stopped myself.

"Grace."

She smiled.

"You really are beautiful, Grace."

The silence was deafening as she bathed in the compliments.

"You know I love you, right? More than you'll ever know."

"I love you too brother. You really are my knight in shining armour. I appreciate you. Saving me tonight, and well... saving me that night too..."

The rest of the brief journey was short and filled with generic small talk. We laughed at the fact we'd have to probably talk some of the same old nonsense. Grace didn't even say or do anything remotely suggestive.

The rain continued to hammer down and as I turned the key to power down the engine, I muttered something along the lines of being ready for it, as though dinner with my parents was an arduous task.

Without prompting, I rushed around to the other side of the car, still holding a jacket to shield my beautiful sister from the elements.

She emerged from the car and brushed her fingernails against my cock.

"Oh, what a shame. He's still hard? This could be a long, hard night for you bro..."

Grace winked seductively and grabbed my shaft briefly before letting go. I felt the adrenaline pumping. My heart racing. Even if everything before was an accident, there is nothing more telling than reaching out and grabbing my cock. She knew it.

I took control briefly and grabbed her ass, before whispering back.

"Careful sis... I said lockdown had been tough. I might just feel the need to do something about this and well, I can guarantee you'll be the one begging me to finish by the end of it."

"Promises, promises...." she teased as we ventured up the path to our parents front door.

My mother answered. She was attractive. In her early sixties with platinum blonde hair. It was clear Grace inherited some of the good genes from her. My mother had a slightly less bustier chest, probably a 36DD, not that I had measured; and she sported the whitest, cleanest smile that radiated the room. If she wasn't my mother, I'd probably have pursued her on a night out. She was sexy. A true 'gilf' where any of my friends growing up would frequently talk about me having the 'hottest mother' or even 'hottest sister'.

It was nice. But I was pre-occupied. My mother could have answered the door naked and told me she wanted me, and my mind would still be on my gorgeous sister.

I contemplated sneaking off to the bathroom for a quick release but my sister anticipated it. She collared me as my mother led the way to the dining room.

"You better not do anything about that. Play your cards right, mister, and I'll help you myself."

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Dinner was slow, painful and full of my semi-hard cock causing me to re-adjust. I sat next to Grace and her perfume intoxicated me. I was so full of lust that I could have bent her over and fucked her over the dining table with my parents watching. I didn't care. I longed for her perky body, beautiful smile and imagined her deep eyes looking into mine as she devoured my cock. I couldn't stop thinking sexual thoughts and was equally wracked with guilt at the prospect of wanting to fuck my sister.

She was flirting quite intensely, but I was the big brother. I should have known better, or prevented her, shouldn't I?

I sat back and welcomed it. Encouraged it. Was I a bad person?

Suddenly, I was snapped back to reality.

Grace playfully hit me on the thigh. Letting her hand rest on me.

"Mum is talking to you..."

"Sorry, what?", I responded.

"I was asking how the new job is going?", my mother asked politely, as my dad grunted and shovelled food down his face.

I know I responded, but was also distracted. The resting hand of my pulchritudinous sister was gripping my cock again, running her fingers up and down my shaft. Out of the corner of my eye as I spoke to my mother, I could see Grace biting her red, made-up lip. Her breathing was heavier and it looked as though her perky nipples were fighting to escape and be sucked by me.

Grace's breathing got heavier and to mask the erotic noises, she turned it into a yawn. Using it as an excuse to say she might have to have an earlier night and whether I minded, as I was her lift home.

Needless to say, I didn't mind.

I offered to go whenever she needed to, citing I had a project at work to focus on early the next morning. It was a blatant lie but I needed to.

I extended the gesture of clearing up the dishes and plates by my parents were firm and said to sit down and they'd sort dessert. My mother said it would be a good idea for Grace and I to catch up.

Suddenly, we were alone at the table, I was still rock hard as though she was my personal viagra and she was looking flustered.

"Tell me I'm not crazy?" she said.

"You are not crazy...."

"Because I just have an incredible urge to suck my brother's cock right now..."

Those words hit me like a freight train. She spread her legs, grabbed my hand and forced it under her pencil skirt. She had crotchless panties on.

"Feel the heat coming from me, big bro. I am so hot. I am aching. I need cock. I need your cock."

I didn't respond with words. I let my middle finger press down hard on her clit as I worked it up and down to her sodden slit. I then let my index finger join in and as she exhaled, I let them slide into her crotchless panties and enter her.

Her soft moan was all of the acceptance I needed. I fingered my sister with my parents just meters away through a few walls, and whispered into her ear...

"You are not crazy."

I sucked on her ear lobe as I worked my fingers into her pussy and her legs spread wider apart.

The noise of my parents broke our taboo tryst, and I proceeded to suck my fingers and take in the sweet, nectar taste of my little sister.

Her discomfort at the situation felt like adequate payback for the drive here.

We ate dessert with our parents and the only thing I could taste through it all was her magnificent pussy and I reeled at the prospect of what the rest of her would be like. Her tongue, her nipples, her ass. Everything. I wanted my sister more than I had ever wanted any woman before.

My mother accidentally brushed her bare foot against me, probably mistaking it for the table leg as she let it happen for more than what would equate to an accident.

The thought of my gorgeous mother, and my beautiful sister entered my mind and I felt close to cumming. I fought, and fought, to keep it back; not wanting to reveal any wet spots and willing myself to save every drop for my sister later.

I wanted to cum inside her. I wanted to give her the baby she dreamed of. I needed to impregnate her. I was full of lust, and equally, love for her.

We made our excuses and eventually left.

The drive to my sister's house was silent, and swift enough where I probably broke a few laws. But her eyes were closed and she was teasing her pussy the whole way. I brought my fingers up to my mouth, still hoping they would be wet with her juices but they weren't. A slight odor persisted from our earlier tryst, but that was about it.

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The door closed behind us and we looked at each other quizzically.

Once the tension died down a little, and I assessed my beautiful sister's face, I leaned forward and she did the same; meeting me in what can only be described as the most passionate and electric kiss I've ever had.

"Let's just chat for a little while?", Grace said. Probably, and rightfully having doubts.

So we did. We lit some candles and just chatted. As we sat on the sofa, I slowly removed her gorgeous heels and started to rub her feet. Our conversation included everything from men and women, relationships, work, advice and finally - us.

"This is going to sound silly, Gracie...", I softened her name to an old nickname we used as teens.

"You could never sound silly to me...."

I continued to rub her feet, to her moans of pleasure. The nylon from her stockings turning me on and helping my hand to glide across her body.

"I know I'm your brother, and I should protect you. Maybe I even need to protect you from me given tonight..."

She moved her foot to my cock, eliminating any doubt I had of our exchanges this evening.

"and I want you to know that I care about you. More than I care about any other woman. You're not just my sister. You are my best friend.... and I.... I.... love you. I think I am also IN love with you."

Grace smiled in a way where it felt like she was ready to burst with happiness. The joy, and elation on her face with my confession; my taboo confession, resonated with me to the point I could only smile.

"Bro...."

"Yeah?"

"That night I called you, when dickhead hit me?"

"What about it?"

"He found something on my laptop that I wish he didn't."

"What was it?"

"I like to write letters to myself. My own sort of therapy in a way. He read one. I talked about how no man could ever compare to you. That I love you. That I want you. I always hid it. I was afraid. Society wouldn't let me make love to, or be with my brother."

I listened intently as she poured her heart out to me. There was a wave of sadness, knowing how much we loved each other. She was right. Society WOULDN'T permit us being together. We couldn't. My lustful thoughts of giving her a baby, realistically were stupid. The baby could have problems. I felt myself finally soften.

"But all I know, is that when I talked to my roommate, she's not here by the way, was that she seemed mildly encouraging of it. Turns out she experimented with her brother growing up and has a relationship of sorts with him."

I was stunned as she explained her flatmate was in an incestuous fling with her sibling. I started to get hard again, as the taboo nature of our chat returned.

"It made it normal for me. I knew I wasn't alone. That's why... I want to. I want to make love to you tonight."

"I want the same, Gracie. It can be our secret. You'll be my love until the day I die. I promise, you're safe with me."

No further words were shared in our build-up. I stopped rubbing her feet and simply motioned for her to come over to me.

I grabbed her and let her mount me. Her crotchless panties were soaking and the heat coming from them was exciting me. To know my sister wanted this as much as me, I knew I wasn't crazy. Neither of us were. We were just exploring a love few people every could, or would.

We kissed. Our tongues danced as we shared in an erotically taboo moment.

After what seemed like minutes, she started to unbutton my waistcoat, then my shirt, and just spread it open, wantingly touching my chest.

She was running her hands all over me as we shared another deep kiss.

"Let's take this to your bedroom, sis."

She led the way, and I brought some of the candles with me.

There was a certain beauty, seeing her curves flicker in the dim light of the flame.

I started to remove her frilled shirt, then her bra. Finally, I could see her body. The amount of naughty wanks I had imagining what her nipples were like. The dark areolas emphasised her beautifully hard nipples which I circled with my tongue before taking them in my mouth, occasionally capturing them between my teeth and squeezing the other with my hand.

Grace moaned sweetly. I lowered her pencil skirt as I worked kisses down her body and over her stomach. Every inch of her was just perfect. Intoxicatingly perfect. As the skirt slipped away, she was left with her stockings, suspenders and crotchless panties.

She lay on her back and I lifted her legs up in the air as I sat up on my knees, on the bed, and removed my unbuttoned shirt and waistcoat. As I rubbed her arching feet as I returned to her suspended legs, I took her toes into my mouth, wanting to savour the moment and devour every inch. She expressed her delight with another moan before moving her hand to her pussy and rubbing gently.

I quickly snapped her hand away before she got too carried away, replacing her hand with my tongue. I flicked her protruding clit with the tip of my tongue and then just suckled onto her, taking her in deeply. My fingers slid into her pussy with ease as I sucked and tongued her clit. I occasionally ran my whole tongue up her pussy to get her juices and taste my sweet sister.