Pure, Respectful, & Passionate

"It is not a replacement for the real thing, son. It is the real thing—while it lasts. That is the difference between your sister and the rest of the world. To her, it will be the same as if it happened the way it happens to other people. As long as it is pure and respectful, and hopefully passionate as well."

I was buried under her words. It took a long time for me to dig myself out. Finally, I managed to utter my question: "But, what about you mom?"

"I'll live, son. I'll live."

I sat there, contemplating what she'd said. My mind raced this way and that as a new dimension opened up and I walked right into it, curious, afraid, enthralled, and unnerved beyond belief.

I went up to my mom and gave her a hug.

Now there was a woman who really needed a hug. She'd been a pillar of strength for both of us and I don't remember ever thanking her properly for her devotion, or rather for her sacrifices. If things looked bleak for Cris, imagine how gloomy they were for her; considering her age and the lack of prospects for people of that age. As I held her body in my arms and felt her head on my chest, I couldn't help but wonder about the potential hidden in that body of hers. It seemed like she was willing for it to be realized; only there was no acceptable way of approaching the subject. It would be quite thrilling, if one could, but she had made it clear that there was no way to start. I couldn't help but picture her lying on a bed, legs up and spread, and a lot of pure and respectful passion making its way through her belly.

I was aware of my erection pressing into her thigh but I didn't think I needed to worry about it. She stood pressed into me and pressed into my erection, apparently she didn't worry about it either. I was hard as a result of the images I had playing in my head. My mother was in need of something that hard to play in her body. My mother had breasts that were much bigger than Cris's and they were covering a lot more area on my chest. I was swimming in a sea of softness and warmth and this one had motherly touch to it.

That evening when Cris came for our goodnight hug, I held her tenderly and when—eventually—she tried to leave, I held her hand and asked her to sit and chat with me for a while.

"I haven't had the opportunity to tell you how nice it is to be back with you and mom." I started to say something, anything.

"Sure you have. You told me that the very first night." She smiled as she replied to my comment.

"Well, I haven't told you how much I like the changes that you have gone through." It was my turn to smile at her. I wanted to catch her of guard, and apparently I did.

"What changes would those be?" She tried to sidestep my point.

"Well, the way you have grown into a beautiful young woman, the way you have managed the farm, the way you have transformed this family. Should I continue or is this enough?"

"No, continue, continue. Especially about the beautiful young woman part." She laughed.

"Well, you probably don't know this, but that day when I saw you for the first time after all these years, I didn't even recognize you. I thought you were some other woman."

"Well, I have changed a lot. Hard work and good food have managed to transform me into this." She moved her hand up and down while pointing at her body to indicate that she was talking about her physical changes.

"Yes, as wonderful as those changes are..." I paused for effect, "You have also grown a lot mentally. You are very mature for your age."

"Well, I am not that mature. I have these childish thoughts and longings, but I know I'll get over them one of these years."

"At the same time, those thoughts and longings may keep you young forever. Hey, who doesn't want that?"

"Well, we'll see." She tried to change the subject.

"Listen, how about I take you up on your offer of giving me a tour around the farm? I promise I won't let anyone interrupt us tomorrow."

"Okay, I am game."

"Maybe we can even make a picnic out of it." I knew I shouldn't have said that. I didn't want to seem anxious.

"Yeah, that sounds good." She actually seemed quite enthused about the idea.

We spent most of the day on the farm. I helped her with a few tasks but mostly I just watched her at work as she told me about what she had done or what her plans were about different parts of it. She was quite the worker and she had some very good ideas. We had our picnic under the shadiest tree and spent a lot of time talking, about my university, people around town, things happening in the city, my plans with the college, and her life in general, about our mom, about some of our relatives, and so on. I listened to her very attentively and I complimented wherever a compliment was due. She showed a lot of enthusiasm about my prospects and how she was feeling proud of the way things were turning out for me.

We discussed everything, except our personal lives, romantically that is. She didn't ask me anything about matters of my heart and I didn't bring up the subject of her social life.

By the time we came home, we had become quite close, friendship or otherwise.

Over the weekend she asked me to go with her to the movies. I wasn't prepared for what I saw when she was finally ready to go. She'd spent time on making herself up and she'd dressed as if we were going on a real date. She looked gorgeous and I told her so repeatedly. I could tell that she was very happy with the compliments that I paid her. I even went so far as to buy her flowers when we were in the city. I even took her to dinner afterwards and it turned out to be quite a romantic evening.

During the following week, I took a trip to Palm Springs and asked her to go with me. We spent a nice day around town and I treated her first to a beautiful lunch and then to a nice dinner. We spent some time going around galleries and other nice spots.

Needless to say, we were dating, without formally asking each other out. It didn't matter to others if I was with my sister, we were just spending time together, although all of our excursions were planned to keep intrusions to a minimum. The three cities we had to worry about were Brawly, Imperial, and El Centro. So we made trips beyond or away from them.

All the while our goodnight ritual continued, only with each visit out, our contacts became more leisurely. It was nice to be with my sister and to hold her in my arms when the night came, but it was all platonic. Our contacts did hold physical pleasure, but the impression was not that of sexual involvement. There was no way for us to justify such involvement and there was no way for us to approach the subject without a clear-cut hint from the other that it was okay to approach the subject that way. I couldn't give her a hint like that without breaking a legal and moral trust. I would risk a lot of embarrassment and humiliation if everything was one sided only, although I was sure beyond belief that everything was not one sided.

I tried to read into her behavior to see if anything betrayed her motives, even though I remembered my mother's conversation very clearly. But, nothing was black and white. My mother's words were my mother's; they had nothing to do with my sister and I couldn't just act based on what my mom said. What if my mother read things wrong? Again, humiliation and shame would follow. Although, I was quite sure that my sister would not outright shun me. She may admonish me for being un-brotherly, but we had advanced quite far to be reproached severely. It is just that I didn't want our relationship to change into just a brother-sister thing. I liked what we had. It was refreshing and invigorating.

As a result of our "dates", we became very comfortable with each other and as a result of being together in movie theaters or in restaurants, or just being with each other on long drives, our physical contact became more frequent and our touches became less restricted.

She also started to spend more time in my room during the nights before going to sleep. Our goodnight ritual in the beginning involved her coming to my room, our hugging each other, and her going back to her room right after. As our familiarity increased, our ritual changed where she wouldn't leave immediately after the hug, but hang around talking to me about different things and we would hug again when she would leave for the night.

At times we even found ourselves hugging more than twice. This physical contact was noted by both of us and it was clear that we both wanted it—or that we wanted more of it—only we couldn't come out and admit it to each other. The taboo was still very strong despite our crumbling it down so far.

What we needed was a triggering point; a stimulus of some sort; something to initiate the events that would remove that boundary between us; a coup de grâce mind you.

She came to my room one night wearing a long T-shirt which came halfway down to her thighs. She wasn't wearing any shorts so I assumed she was wearing her panties underneath. There was something about her that night that looked very alluring. It wasn't her long and inviting legs or even the way that T-shirt clung to her curves; instead it were her nipples protruding through the thin material, quite visible, quite enticing, and quite vocal in declaring the lack of a bra.

That was the first time she had come in front of me without a bra. Her supple breasts had more freedom of movement and their shape was more defined, or rather refined, without the usual constrictions. She looked very sexy. Her breasts were much more fluid than usual and they practically danced with each move.

It was a bold step for her as she tried to be as casual with me as she had been during our previous goodnight encounters. Only her body was tense, her face flustered, and her demeanor was a little sheepish. It was obvious that she was feeling self-conscious, not knowing how I would react. It was also obvious from the looks she was giving me that she wanted me to react. She had made the first move, even though it was a very subtle one. But she has taken the first step to make our relationship more than what it had been up until then.

I had this strong urge to hold her in my arms and feel those breasts on my chest. I knew that she was probably expecting me to do something different and probably was ready for whatever it was that I would do. Throwing caution to the wind, I went ahead and took her into my arms. It was a usual move for me, because a hug had become such a big routine for us, but this time, I held her differently. I held her strongly, with my arms wrapped around the upper part of her body. I squeezed her into me with more force to increase the contact between our chests. I then did something new. I pressed my hands on her shoulder blades and gave a sudden push to force her breasts even deeper into my chest. It was a deliberate push and it would clearly give her the message that I was making our hug a sexual one.

She had her arms around my neck and she hugged me back with equal force. When my push on her shoulder blades squeezed our chest together so tightly, I felt a sudden burst of her breath near my ear and I think I heard a muffled sound as well, as if she was trying to silence her own reaction. It was clearly a positive response, and even an approval of what I had done.

I started to caress her back, softly and gently. I didn't stop at the small of her back, I actually traced my palms over the entire of her back. I moved my hands cautiously, but passionately, stopping short of touching the top of her butt. I was holding a sexy, blond woman in my arms instead of my sister, and it was very intoxicating and very arousing. I shifted my upper body from right to left and then from left to right, ever so slightly and ever so gently, so that her nipples could trace lines across my chest. At one stage, I am pretty sure, my nipples must have caressed her nipples; both of our nipples were fully erect under the pressure of our emotions.

That was a big progress in awakening our sexual desires for each other, but there was still that boundary of us being brother and sister that we couldn't move to the next level. We were still hugging each other under the disguise of a good night ritual. I wanted to kiss her but I just couldn't make that move. I wanted to run my hands on her ass and thighs, but I just couldn't make that advance. Even though we had given a strong hint about the possibility of moving to that level, there was this hesitation that I just couldn't overcome at that particular moment. As a result, we had to finally separate, even though we did so very reluctantly.

We were sitting in a movie theater the following weekend when an idea came to my mind. We have become very close after that special hug of ours and I decided to see if I could increase our intimacy a little further. I moved the arm of the chair that was between us up and back, thus removing it from between us. I moved myself a little towards her to indicate that I wanted us to sit pressed into each other. She responded by moving towards me so that our legs were pressed together. Since there was no armrest between us, I just put my arm on her knee. I was testing her and if we were on a "date", that would be my move after being together so many times. She didn't take too long before she placed her hand on top of mine, as if accepting my move.

After a short while, I turned my palm upward so that it was the back of my hand on her leg and I invited her to place her hand into mine. She did so without any hesitation and I knew, clearly and unequivocally, that we were ready to move forward. I started to rub my hand against hers, slowly and sensuously. She responded by doing the same and soon I found her fingers in my fingers and we were holding hands like a boyfriend and girlfriend. As the movie progressed and the darkness of the theater made it easier to continue our contact, I started to rub my hand on her thigh. My heart jumped into my throat when she opened her legs to allow me to get between her thighs. As I rubbed my hand on her thighs, I looked towards her to see how she was doing. I could see that she was breathing a bit heavily and she was trying to hold it in. When she noticed that I was looking at her, she looked towards me and held her gaze. I moved my face a little towards her and she moved her face towards me.

Our faces were so close to each other that we could feel each other's breathing. I moved my face so close to hers that our noses we touching on the sides. I didn't open my mouth, I just moved in until my lips were almost touching hers. I waited to see what she would do next. She touched my lips with her. Just a light touch; a caress. We held our lips so close, barely touching, and I moved them side to side to trace on her lips with mine. She was the first to open her lips slightly and take my upper lip between them for a soft, dry kiss. I opened my mouth a little and kissed her back, taking her lips between mine and applying gentle pressure on them.

We started kissing each other, gently and softly, while holding each other's hand. Nothing hurried, nothing fast. Just slow kisses, as if we had all the time in the world. We kissed pretty much all through the movie and walked out the theatre hand in hand, like a couple.

That was a good start. We went to a restaurant to eat and kissed a little more in the car. We drove back to the house and before exiting the car, we kissed some more. All this time, we only touched each other's hands and kissed with our lips.

I went to my room and she went to hers. I brushed my teeth and freshened up a bit and waited for her to come.

When she came, she opened the door gently and stepped inside. She didn't come too far, instead she held the knob of my open door in her hand, which was extended behind her, and closed the door by backing into it. Then she stood there with her body leaning into the door. Her face was flushed and she was breathing rather heavily. She didn't want her heavy breathing to be noticeable so she tried to breathe through her mouth instead of her nose. She bit her lower lip as she stood there silently, looking at me rather intensely.

I was drawn to her like a magnet. I took her into my arms and she melted into me. I caressed her back as she caressed my shoulders. I rubbed her hips and her ass and she ran her fingers through my hair and over my face and my neck. Our movements were hurried, and somewhat disoriented as we tried to cover a lot of the surface area in very short time. We were trying to make up for all that wait we had gone through to reach this stage and now that we were there, we were like two hungry people who wanted to eat as much as they could in as short a time as possible.

I made the next move. I had been feeling her breasts through one kind of a barrier or another. Now I wanted to feel them without any obstruction in the way. I lifted her T-shirt and exposed her body all the way up to and above her breasts and quickly lodged myself against them. I could only moan with pleasure as I felt her nipples first and then the rest of her supple and pouting beauties. I then placed my hands on her buttocks and pressed my erection between her legs, right onto her pussy, as I pulled her pelvic area into me while pressing mine out into her. She gave a loud moan as her lips quickly found mine and soon thereafter we started to kiss passionately.

We kissed each other hard at first, rather softly afterwards, while our hands explored each other's bodies. She ran her hands down my back and soon I found her go down inside my briefs and run her fingers lovingly on my buttocks, taking special care to trace along the crack. My hands found their way to her breasts and soon I had my hands full of her soft, shapely breasts, with my palm rolling her nipples around as my hand squeezed her breasts gently but firmly.

Our passions erupted, to say the least, into a firestorm. Her shirt came off, my briefs came down and her panties flew across the room. Our kissing continued as I lifted her up and led her to the bed. Her legs were clamped around my waist as I tried to push my cock into her as we made our way to the bed. I couldn't wait for her body to hit the mattress as I tried to insert myself into her. We continued kissing as she fumbled around between her legs and quickly guided my rock hard penis into her vagina. I screamed almost in agony as I felt her open and my head made past her opening. She pulled my face down to hers as she grabbed my ass and urged me in deeper. With one huge thrust, I pushed myself as deep as it was physically possible while she took my tongue into her mouth and sucked on it as hard as she could.

Our mouths were still locked in that wonderful kiss as I started to move in and out of her, with a force that I didn't know my body possessed. It was as if I was trying to push her into the mattress. She reciprocated my thrusts with equal force as she and I fucked each other like there was no tomorrow.

I don't know how long we were at it but finally the lava started to flow. I came hard and my sperm shot into her with a lot of force. Her whole body shook violently as she convulsed and thrashed for a while until her spasms subsided. I held her in my arms, as my cock spurted into her periodically until every last drop had been exhausted; all the while, kissing and caressing her gently and passionately.

Once my penis softened out of her, I moved off of her and lay next to her. After taking a breather, I started to kiss her across the entire length of her body. I took her breasts into my mouth and sucked gently while rubbing my tongue all around her nipples. I sucked on her belly, her thighs, her back, her butt, even her feet. I then proceeded to suck on her pussy and lick it all around while taking my sweet time on her clit. She had her second wave of orgasms through my oral stimulation. By that time I was hard again and I mounted her for the second time and proceeded to make love to her with as much passion as I could muster.