True (Forbidden) Love

She washed her hands, brushed her teeth, and turned out the light. The disorientation of going from a brightly lit room to a dark hallway is bad enough, when you are drunk (and drugged) it is a whole other level. Still, she was care-free and dancing to the tunes that sang in her head. It meant nothing to her when she stumbled into her room and almost tripped over a pair of sneakers she had not remembered leaving in her floor. She didn't even notice the still damp towel lying beside the bed. Her attention was entirely captivated by trying to find the bed and she almost got into it, still wearing her pee soaked panties.

She giggled lightly to herself before removing the damp garment and then climbed fully naked into her bed. Again, she marveled at how soft the mattress was, how big and enveloping the covers were, and oddly, how much it smelled like her brother. Her brother mixed with something more pungent, something ammonia-esque in essence. She shrugged the thought from her mind and wrapped her arms around the giant, if slightly stiff, body pillow she could have sworn she threw out last year. With no thoughts left in her conscious mind, and her nose full of her brother's soothing scent, she drifted off to sleep; naked, warm, and happy.

Jericho awoke to the sound of someone in his room. It sounded like someone was tripping over his things, he went into survival mode all the muscles in his body coiling for action. Just as he was about to spring he heard her giggle. His muscles relaxed. He didn't know the reason but he knew that Samantha was in his room. The thought of her in his room did not frighten or worry him.

Since she had been a little girl, Samantha had been terrified of storms and had always gone to her brother (three years older and therefore more formidable against storms, she had confessed to him later) so that she could sleep. He figured that she was probably coming to him to escape the thunder or some such event and therefore he began to close his eyes once more. Two things caused his eyes to open once more, though he was careful not to move. The first was the absolute absence of thunder or high-wind activity which would typically indicate a storm in the area. The second was the feeling of Samantha's scorching hot, and unbelievably naked body pressing firmly to his own naked skin.

He tensed, not knowing what to expect. Surely there had to be some mistake. She made no move to do anything to him and soon her soft snores, and a slight bit of drool, told him she was sleeping. Then it hit him, just beneath the smell of her toothpaste, the scent of alcohol. His anger at Mark for getting his sister drunk was tempered by the feeling of her slim body against his own, the sound of her breathing, the scent of her hair, and the feel of her heart beating against his chest. He would remember this, he would remember her like this, this night and all of his feelings, for the rest of his life. He also planned to seriously maim Mark, but that could wait for another time.

Jericho, for the first time since realizing his feelings for his sister, was at peace and truly happy. He fell asleep with her wrapped tightly in his arms surrounded by her scent, her warmth, and happiness.

Samantha dreamed. She would not remember what she dreamed, but the vivid images, emotions, and sensations which coursed through her body were not dependent upon her memory. She could see, hear, taste, smell, and touch everything around her and the only thing around her was him. Jericho was in her arms, his skin hot against her own. He smiled at her, walking toward her gloriously naked, lavishly moving closer and closer.

Her mouth went dry at the same time other parts of her got wet. He held out his hands to her and as they made contact with one another he pulled her into his arms and smiled at her. The top of her head came to his chest and she could feel the hot length of him pulsing against her thigh. She wanted him, wanted him more than ever before. She needed him within her, had to have him. She couldn't control the desire within her, the desire moistening her thighs, the desire parting her lips as his fingers brushed her cheek.

As if he could read her mind, he bent his head closing the distance between their mouths. She could feel his strong arms supporting her and it was a good thing too because the moment their lips met stars exploded behind her closed eyes and her knees gave out. She swooned from this simple chaste kiss. When he pulled his lips from hers, the delicate feeling of their skin sticking seductively together re-kindled the fire stoked by years of fantasies and dedication. She pulled him deeper into her, her nails digging hand-holds into his back as she pulled his body into hers. She could feel that part of him rising, thickening, and it made her want him even more. She was feverish in her need of him, but still the kiss remained chaste.

Even with her bare flesh against his, he would not give in to her demanding needs. Instead he gently pulled away from her, looked deep into her eyes, his dark browns staring deeply into her after the storm green-blues. The calm before the storm, she thought. One of his hands moved from her back, slowly up across her shoulder-blade to the back of her head, the other, just as gently, pressed against her cheek. His eyes opened a little wider, beseechingly, as if asking her permission; to ask are you certain? She nodded her head, giving him a smile despite the flutter of wings within her stomach. Slowly he moved in, his lips parted ever so slightly. She could feel the moisture of his breath on her lips and in the instant they came together, all thought, all time, all movement, stopped.

If I could spend one moment for all eternity, this would be it, she thought. Then like a great cosmic inhale, he was within her. His tongue dancing languidly with her own. They breathed each other in, exhaled, and came back for more. The kiss existed outside of time, outside of life and reason, it was a kiss that had always been, would always be. The kiss they shared was so much more than daily squabbles and debates on religion. This kiss, this one singular act of pure unadulterated true love, was destiny incarnate. Her heart swelled and a single tear dropped from her eyes.

He looked at her, questioningly. I'm just so happy that I have had this time with you, and so sad that it can never be in real life. He shook his head and tried to whisper to her, but she could not make out the words. It was unimportant at the moment. She had decided that if this was the only time she could have him, she would make the most of that time.

She laid him down, her hands trembled before her. She had never seen a man naked before, never thought about what she would do with one when she had the chance. She only knew that she wanted to be perfect for him. In every way. Looking at the 6'2'' man before her, she was beginning to feel overwhelmed.

What part of herself did she use to please what part of him? Should she start at his feet or at his head? How did this sex thing work? She put her hand on his shin, he shifted beneath her, his chest rising and falling normally. Biting her lip, a sexy nervous habit, she moved her hand up a little. Immediately his hips rose. She gasped in surprise. Eyes widening as he moaned lightly.

Feeling more confident, she put both hands on his legs and giggled lightly when the hard part of him pulsed hard, standing straight up in the air. He looked down at her, she blushed because her breasts were hanging down and her butt was in the air, but the look in his eyes, that "I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down" look, was electric between her legs. She could feel herself spreading open for him. She moved slowly up his body. Kissing any part of him she wanted to and enjoying his reactions to her. She had contemplated moving hurriedly up his body to get him inside of her but eye-to-eye with his erection, she was suddenly a lot more curious about it and a lot less concerned about rushing to the end. She reached out carefully and touched the swollen tip. It pulsed, moving against her finger seemingly on its own. She giggled again and this time reached out with her whole hand.

She wrapped her fingers around the thick length of him and marveled at how much remained uncovered. He had to be 8 or 9 inches total and her fingers could barely wrap around him. Suddenly she was concerned that he may not even fit inside her, but she pushed that thought aside and continued to explore him. She leaned in closer, smelling the scent of his skin as her mouth got closer to his steel rod of a dick. She stuck her tongue out and gently licked the head cringing preemptively in case the taste was displeasing. The flavor filled her mouth like an explosion, sweet and light and delicious.

She giggled once more when she saw the strand of spit stretching from her outstretched tongue to the tip of his demanding dick. She opened her mouth and took the first couple inches of him into her mouth. She worked him lovingly. Her tongue flicking over him gently, lightly licking the slit at the tip, caressing the underside, the sides and top. She was not shy with him any longer. Her spit coated him thickly and she used it as lubricant to help while she pumped her fist up and down his shaft. She could feel herself getting wetter by the moment, the demanding sensations between her legs driving her wild.

She lowered one hand to her slit, hoping to stifle the desire long enough to sate her hunger of his flavor, to her shock her hand came away soaked with her juices. Had she not known better she would have believed she had peed herself. She sat back, his hips thrusting, begging for her attention once more. She moved up his body, her slit sliding against his skin, she grabbed his length and positioned it at her entrance. No more waiting, she thought.

Jericho awoke to a new sound. The room was dark, no light pouring over the horizon, but he had the distinct feeling that some time had passed. He listened again for the noise and when it once more sounded he realized that it was emanating from his sister. He couldn't believe his ears but if he were hearing correctly then the sound coming from his perfect angelic sister, were moans. Immediately his dick stood straight up.

Behind the sounds of her moans were a light squishing sound, and beneath that, the feeling of the bed shaking lightly. His eyes widened in surprise as he realized what all this meant. His sister, his perfect, wonderful, naked sister, was currently masturbating in bed beside him. He looked over at her, her eyes were tightly closed so she must still be asleep. But from the way she was going at it, she may not be asleep for much longer.

He made a move to vacate the bed before she woke up and died from embarrassment at being naked in the room with her brother while playing with herself. As he went to move, she rolled toward him and threw her arm over his chest. Still her hand played and she moaned. He could feel her breath on his neck, goosebumps spreading over his skin. He stifled his own moan as her leg brushed his erection.

"Oh." she moaned, her hips thrusting, her lips parted seductively in the dark of the room. "Mmmmm." she purred.

"Oh, fu . . . " he started before realizing he could wake her. The smell, he could literally smell the scent of her pussy filling the room. He probably should wake her, but the feelings of her so close to him, of knowing what she was doing were driving him crazy.

Suddenly, she was moving, her hands on his skin, one sweaty and the other gloriously sticky with her juices. God, she was wet, her hand sliding gloriously up his arm. But nothing, nothing at all could have prepared him for what was coming next.

In the midst of her dream (a wild dream it must be, he thought) she had pulled herself closer to him, her thigh on his erection, and her scorching slit against his thigh. Her breasts pressed fully into him, her hard nipples rubbing against his skin. Her face was inches from his neck and every moan reverberated in his skin. Then she began to move.

He could feel her against him. He didn't know women could even get that wet but her slit was like a wonderful faucet pouring sweet nectar onto his leg.

"More, more." She begged as her hip movements became more suggestive. "Almost there, oh, I have never felt this good before!" She was getting louder, faster, Jericho was afraid that she would wake their parents so he did the only thing he could think. He raise up and pressed his lips to hers just as her climax hit. She moaned into his mouth as her body convulsed against his own. He could feel her pussy squirting against his leg forcefully and the sensation nearly sent him over the edge. He held it back.

As her hip motions calmed, he pulled him mouth slowly from hers. Their mixed saliva connected them until the strand snapped. He laid back down with her in his arms and tried to slow his breathing.

Her eyes still closed she breathed out, "Oh, Jericho!" smiled and went back to sleep. His body tensed up at her words, even though she still seemed asleep. He lifted the sheet and looked down to see what he dreaded. His cum glistening on her body in thick pools. Her words had ripped his orgasm from him with such force there was no way to fight against it.

"Shit." Was all he could say.