Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Incest, Masturbation, .
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Sexy siblings confess love and test the waters of desire.
"I've gotta get out of here before it gets cold again," Lilah said, almost to herself.
Jack glanced at his sister without breaking stride. He hated when she spoke that way, but he kept his mouth shut.
They were surrounded by decaying factory buildings, where the road's surface was scarred by frost heaves and cracks with weeds growing out of them. Although Lilah was three years older, they were both too young to remember when the industrial park had been active and booming.
Jack had a brief flash of the attention his sister would draw if the area were crowded with workers the way everyone described its heyday. In a pair of tight, cutoff denims, Lilah's thighs were strong and svelte. Her clear skin was tanned a shade like melted butter. White cowgirl boots gave her long strides an air of power, while her firm round breasts quivered with every footstep, mocking the thin tank top that barely held them.
Lilah's hair was much darker than his, and she wore it loose around her shoulders that day. It seemed whatever way she decided to wear it was Jack's favorite.
"You gotta promise you'll get outta here, too. First chance you get," she said seriously. "Promise you'll take one of those scholarships for September."
"Sure, I guess," Jack replied in a listless tone. It was the last thing he wanted to think about. It wasn't leaving town that bothered him. He knew she was right about getting away, but the thought of ever being separated from her threw him into a panic.
Lilah was staring straight ahead, as if she were looking at something miles away, and still talking as much to herself as him, but she stopped suddenly and gripped her brother by his wide shoulders. Even though he was so much broader and taller, he nearly dropped the plastic beach chairs in each hand.
Lilah looked up at him over the top of her oversized sunglasses. Her amber flecked eyes were dead serious.
"Promise me, Jack. I mean really promise. Don't give me that bullshit you always think I want to hear."
She was so close now Jack could feel his sister's breath on his face. His throat felt tight and his body shivered from inside.
"Okay, I promise," he finally said.
"Bullshitter," she muttered. She let him go and shrugged the strap of the overstuffed bag she was carrying onto her shoulder, and then turned to keep going.
"No, really, Lilah," he added. "Definitely. I mean, if you leave, I'll go nuts around here on my own."
"Yeah, sure. Besides, with your grades and IQ you'll be able to write your ticket. Between that and your music you could go anywhere."
"Well you're smart, too. You could..."
"Oh, don't even try," she cut him off. "I know I'm bright enough, Jack, but I'm nothing like you."
"Actually, Lilah, you are. You're just different..."
"Just forget it, okay?"
They turned down a chipped sidewalk leading to the tallest of the abandoned buildings. When they reached the door, Jack set the chairs against the bricks and waded through tall weeds to one of the first floor windows. He gave the bottom edge a hard shove with the heel of his hand, and it swiveled open. Then he lifted himself over the sill and tumbled inside.
A few seconds later, he yanked open the heavy, rusted door with a loud, creak. Lilah picked up the folding chairs and stepped inside while Jack shouldered the door closed and slid the rusty bolt back in place. He took the chairs back from his sister and followed her across the empty space to the stairs.
He watched the hypnotic movement of his sister's ass as she led the way up three flights. By the time they reached the top, he was beginning to break a sweat, but not from the exertion. At six-one, with a solid, defined body, Jack could've spent half the day running up and down those stairs without getting tired, but following his sister up those flights in those shorts made him breathless.
Most people found Jack's astonishing physique a contradiction to his renowned musical talent and high IQ. He had the kind of body that took hours to develop. Studying, on the other hand, was something he never had to work at. Everything just made sense to him. Complex theories that gave his teachers migraines fell into place easy as fairy tales for him, but when he was younger, he was a popular target for bullies. Only Lilah ever stepped in to defend him, until he grew capable of defending himself.
When they walked onto the roof, Lilah unrolled a pair of mats while Jack unfolded the beach chairs. He held his breath as he watched her bend over and pull a couple of insulated water bottles and a plastic bottle of tanning lotion from the canvas bag. Every muscle and sinew of her sleek legs stood out clearly while her cutoffs lifted above the taut crease of her ass cheeks.
He turned away before Lilah straightened up, but he knew she was aware of the way he looked at her. She never said anything about it, and she never did anything to make him feel good or bad about it. Jack assumed it was something a girl like his sister was simply used to, like it didn't mean anything anymore. People just look at a body like hers, even her younger brother.
Kicking off his sandals, Jack peeled his t shirt over his head and opened his baggy shorts, letting them drop to the surface of the roof. Standing tall and broad in tight blue boxer-briefs, he sensed his sister inspecting him from behind her sunglasses. He felt good, even proud of the ripe, substantial bulge in his crotch, but he also felt self conscious and lowered himself into one of the beach chairs.
He reached for one of the water bottles while his sister kicked off her boots and lifted the tank top over her head, revealing the barely adequate black bra underneath. Then she unzipped her cutoffs and pushed them down, revealing panties that matched the bra. Jack closed his eyes, bathing his face in the sun, before the sight of his sister caused his cock to balloon to full size and break free of his briefs.
He followed his sister by sound. A bottle of water for her. The other chair scraping on the roof and then creaking slightly as she lowered onto it.
After a couple minutes of silence, Lilah blew a loud sigh of frustration and Jack opened his eyes. She was looking at him with her head cocked slightly to the side.
"Jack? How come you never say much when I talk about getting out of here?"
"'Cuz I don't like it. I know it's coming, but I don't like it."
"You don't wanna see me get stuck here forever, do you? Besides, you'll be going away to college and then where will I be?"
"I know, Lilah, I know," Jack nodded, resigned.
Lilah picked up the lotion and squirted some into her palm. She started spreading it over her skin while Jack watched out of the corner of his eye.
"Besides," she went on as she continued smearing her body with lotion, "it'll probably be good for us to get away from each other for a while. Get some perspective on things."
Jack's jaw tightened and he gripped the flimsy plastic arms of his chair. He was trying to keep his reaction from looking too obvious, but he was pretty sure he wasn't doing as good a job as he wanted. Just watching her spread that sheen across her lithe curves was already playing games with his senses. He had plenty to say, but he knew she was right and kept silent.
"The amount of time we spend together is ... unusual," she said after a while.
Jack just waited while the tightness in his jaw spread to his throat.
"I mean, people talk, J," she went on. "A couple of my friends say things you wouldn't believe. Ever since you bulked up like you are."
"Who said what?" Jack sat up straight.
"You don't wanna know, J, believe me. And then there's Mom's boyfriend. He looks at us funny most of the time."
"He looks at you. Way too much, if you ask me. Me, he barely notices."
"Oh he notices you more than you think," Lilah pointed out. "He's scared shitless of you."
"He should be," Jack responded calmly.
Lilah let that sink in. She knew their mother's boyfriend looked at her in ways he shouldn't, but no one would ever hurt her as long as Jack was around. "Anyway," she finally said, "neither of us is ever gonna have a normal relationship the way we're going."
Jack told himself he didn't care about having a normal relationship. He was in love with his beautiful sister. He was sure she knew it, too. He knew she felt something more for him, and in the deep recesses of his heart, he held out hope she was love with him, too. Otherwise, why would she ever spend the kind of time with him she was talking about now?
Yet Jack also knew she'd probably want to get married and have her own family one of these days. That was just the way things went, and he was sure there was nothing he could do about it.
He wanted to say she could go with him when he left for college, but he wasn't sure he wanted to hear her answer. He fell into complete silence and his sister let it go.
After a while, Lilah started to grow restless. She couldn't seem to sit still, and finally sat up straight.
"Fuck it," she said out of the blue while she unhooked her bra and tossed it on top of her other clothes. Then she took a deep breath and hastily slid her panties down her long legs and off her feet, tossing them the same way as her bra.
"Jesus, Li," Jack barely breathed.
The pale triangles over her naked breasts begged attention. Her nipples looked puffy, with large, pink aureoles.
"Oh, c'mon, J, haven't you ever wanted to tan all over? Sure you have. It's just us, anyway. Afraid you're gonna get excited?"
"Well actually ... yes," he confessed.
Lilah stood up from her chair and stretched. It looked as if her body was moving twelve ways at once, and Jack could hardly catch a breath. She squirted more lotion on her palm and coated the sensitive white triangles in her skin. Except for a thin landing strip, her pussy was bare as a peach, and to Jack, it looked every bit as sweet and juicy.
"That's natural," she said. Her voice trembled slightly. "It'd be okay, J. It's not like those briefs are gonna hide what you've got, and I'm sure not about to say anything to anyone."
She was self consciously rubbing her lotion slick fingers over a round, naked breast. Jack felt her eyes on him as he finally stood up. His cock already felt too thick when he pushed off his briefs. He tried not to show how much he liked the way his sister looked up and down his body with a subtle smile.
"You're gonna need some of this." She handed him the lotion bottle and nodded toward his swaggering cock.
Even though he felt a tremor in his hand as he took the bottle, Jack wasn't sure when he'd ever felt so powerful. It was as if he could feel the blood pulse through every muscle in his body. He suddenly stopped worrying about getting hard in front of his sister. It would be a huge relief. Even if they could never do anything about it, he liked knowing she'd see the physical proof of his feelings for her.
It would be a moment they'd never forget.
Lilah sat down on one of the mats and watched her brother squirt lotion on his hand and spread it over the white parts on his hips and groin. He squeezed out another dollop of white cream and spread it thoroughly over his cock and nutsac. He felt anxious, but not a shred of shyness. His cock quickly grew thick and started to jut forward.
"Jeezus, Jacky. You could injure somebody with that," his sister giggled. Then she lay back and stretched out her legs, patting the mat beside her. "Now come keep me company before you scare the vultures."
Jack chuckled and lay beside his sister. Before long, he'd completely forgotten why he should ever feel nervous about being naked with her, and it started to feel like the most natural thing in the world.
They lay in silence for several minutes when he felt his sister reach for his hand. Then they held hands without talking, while Jack felt his cock get harder and hotter. Trusting his sister's eyes were closed against the strong glare, he kept reaching for his cock and stroked it every couple of minutes, easing that other, purely physical tension.
Eventually, Jack's cock was rippling with hardness. His entire shaft and knob were thick with lotion and precum from his persistent stroking. He tried not to let Lilah feel his tension, but it seemed like all he could do to keep from crushing her hand.
The gaps between urges to stroke his cock grew shorter and shorter. He kept thinking of how his sister looked sitting there watching him undress. Her breasts were so lush and firm. Her slit had peered up at him from between her shining thighs. Her pussy had looked so sweet and inviting. She was the most beautiful thing Jack had ever seen.
He felt her hand squeeze his as she let out a long, slow sigh. He knew she was watching him. He could feel it. He felt an odd mixture of embarrassment and pride, but his body's pleasure and heart's emotion were in control of his actions. He uttered a breathy growl and flexed his hips as his hand angled his rigid cock upward and continued pumping.
His precum dribbled so thick and fast his hot flesh was completely soaked. He listened to his sister breathe deeply along with the soft slicking sound of his hand.
He felt her hand let go of his, sensed her weight shift, and then felt her hand on his thigh, a scant couple of inches from his balls. Her fingers slowly advanced, until she lightly grazed the skin of his sac. Jack froze, afraid the slightest move would make her take her hand away. It felt like time had frozen, too.
"I can do that for you, Jacky," Lilah said quietly after a long moment of silence. "I don't mind. I mean, I'd like to. It wouldn't be like we were doing anything really serious."
Jack opened his eyes, shading them with his hand. The vision that greeted him came straight from a dream. His astonishing sister, so sleek and raw, so beautiful, sitting cross legged beside him, looking inquisitively at his face while her palm slowly cupped his heavy sac.
"It would be serious to me," he said, warning and pleading at the same time.
"To me, too," she replied. "I just meant ... it wouldn't be the same as..."
"I know what you meant."
Jack looked at his sister intently. Lilah always seemed to ooze with sensuality. It was like a skin she wore on top of her skin. She always seemed so in control of herself, but now she seemed almost shy, as if she were a little afraid of touching her brother's cock. Jack had never seen her look this way.
He finally responded by slipping his hand down his cock and over her hand, encouraging her exploration.
Lilah's hand moved gently under her brother's hand to lightly caress his balls. She brought the other hand to curl around his thick shaft, squeezing, testing his hard resilience. Jack moved his arm to prop himself up on his elbows and watched her explore his flesh with two, stroking hands. She raked her fingers along his pulsing length over and over again, making him drip more heavily than before.
"You've got a beautiful cock, J," she told him quietly. "I knew you would. I mean..."
She spent a long time studying her younger brother's enormous cock, raking her fingers over his shaft and tracing the heavy ridge around his dome. She soaked her fingers with his dripping precum, lovingly smearing his tautly stretched skin.
"You're so hard, but so ... silky," she said, almost to herself.
Jack could barely speak. It was all he could do just to control his breath.
"I love you, Jack. You know that, right?"
Jack nodded. "You know I love you, too, don't you, Li?"
"Yeah," she smiled. "I know. I always knew."
She reached for the lotion and dribbled a couple of big dollops of cream onto his pulsing cock while she held him upright with the other hand. Then she started to work his shaft with both hands. It felt like she was stroking him in a hundred directions all at once. Jack practically whimpered and flexed his butt while his sister's hands kept on pumping him.
"I wish I could do more, J. A lot more. If you only knew how much I'd love to do everything with you. But that's impossible for people like us."
"Shhhhhh. Just relax and forget all that."
Jack's arousal grew until he could barely catch his breath, and his tightly defined muscles stood out in stark relief. He wanted to lay his hands on his sister's gorgeous body so badly he wanted to scream, but he didn't want to give her the slightest reason to stop stroking him.
She was making love to his cock with her hands. It felt so hot and nasty, yet like something solemn at the same time. He knew this would always be a momentous event in both their lives, something they would always share in their own special intimacy.
"I really wish you were anyone but my little brother right now," Lilah sighed deeply. "That cock would feel so good sliding up inside me. God, Jack, you're the one I really want to fuck."
Jack groaned with a tinge of desperation. "I love you. Lilah," he said almost hopelessly.
"Oh Jacky, I love you, too. I always thought you knew that. Did you?"
"Didn't know for sure, but always hoped." His eyes were burning with lust and admiration combined.
His sister was visibly shaken by the intensity of his gaze. Jack thought he'd never seen her look more beautiful.
"You're the only one ever treated me like I figured I deserve. I mean, if it weren't for you, I probably never would've figured out I really do deserve a good guy."
Lilah never skipped a stroke as they poured their hearts out to each other. There was a palpable air of relief between them as they finally confessed the impossible truth in their hearts. She paused long enough to drip more lotion over her brother's painfully swollen cock and then continued caressing him.
"You know I dream about ... being in you?" Jack confessed. A crack seemed to form in his emotional dam, and it felt like it was growing wider and wider as the seconds ticked by. "Don't laugh, but ... I kind of dream if I could only be ... inside you ... deep ... and let you look me in the eye when I tell you I love you ... you'd know ... and you'd always be mine."
"Oh, Jacky," his older sister mewled. Her eyes glittered with a rush of moisture that threatened to spill down her cheeks.
For a moment, it seemed as if she didn't know what to do next. She released her grip on her brother's pulsing cock and clenched visibly. Then she pressed one hand between her thighs and started massaging her pussy while she resumed stroking his hard on with the other. Her breath deepened. Her full breasts heaved with rising pleasure. She closed her eyes and gnawed her bottom lip as the pleasure grew deeper and stronger.
Jack couldn't take his eyes off her. The look on her face made it seem as if she was bringing herself as much pleasure as him, but he couldn't imagine that was possible. His cock felt like it was burning up while his sister's hand drove him to the edge.
He needed to cum.
Soft, needy grunts sputtered from his throat while he rocked his hips, fucking into his sister's firm grip. Lilah opened her eyes and turned her complete attention back to her brother, returning the hand from her wet pussy to his cock. She gripped her brother's shaft tightly at the base with one hand and pumped him hard and fast with the other.
"Cum for me, J," she mewled. "Oh god, I love you so much. Cum for me now."
All the tension and pressure in Jack's body suddenly released in a torrent of cum. He gasped and spurt with dizzying spasms of pleasure. Even Lilah was gasping as if she were cumming with him. For a moment, Jack didn't think he was ever going to stop spuming his thick froth, but the spasms finally subsided, leaving his body and sister's hand spattered with cum.
"God, J. There's so much," she mused, still sliding her hand up and down his froth covered cock.
Before he could catch his breath, his sister leaned over and planted a lingering kiss on his sap covered knob, smearing him over her lips. Then she leaned back on her own mat, spreading her thighs and lifting up her knees. Her pussy was soaking wet as she ground her cum drenched fingers against her bare slit.
"I ... I'm sorry, Jack ... I can't ... help..."
Jack watched his sister massage her clit for a several minutes, spellbound by her ardent squirms and rocking hips. He finally rose up onto his knees. Her eyes were on him as he scooped up a large dollop of cum off his chest and brought those same fingers to Lilah's pussy.
He pushed her hand out of the way and began massaging her clit with the slippery pads of his fingers. Lilah gasped and clutched at her quivering breasts, tweezing her engorged nipples as she arched her mound into her brother's hand.
"That's my cum all over your pussy now," he told her as he slid a finger from his other hand into her broiling channel. "That's so you'll always be mine. No matter who you ever go with. You'll always be mine."
"Oh, Jacky, yes. Yours," she mewled weakly.
Lilah looked at her brother with wide open eyes, her jaw slack as she huffed for breath. Then she whispered his name and let her head drop back to the mat. She threw her arms off to each side and planted her feet further apart, opening herself even more. She lifted her ass slightly and ground her hips while Jack fingered her sheath and nub at the same time.
Her pussy seemed more like a work of natural art than just another naked body part. Her mound had a classic, pouty shape, with full, crimson lips that flushed scarlet the more aroused she became. She was oozing with the sweetest honey Jack could ever imagine. His fingers and her upper thighs were nearly drowning in it.
Soon after Jack felt the ripples in her pussy around his thrusting finger, Lilah's entire spine arched and her hips jerked in time with her deep gasps for air.
"J, J, oh god, Jacky!" she cried.
She seemed to take forever to cum, and he even wondered if she might not be cumming more than once. He hoped so. There was nothing he knew to compare to his sister at the peak of her deepest desires.
When her body finally started to relax, Jack leaned down and kissed his sister's swollen pussy. He kissed her slit as hard and deep as he'd always yearned to kiss her pretty mouth, smearing her nectar over his lips and letting his tongue slide deeply inside. He felt her hand touch the back of his head while her pussy arched weakly against his mouth.
"I just needed to taste you, too," he told her when he finally straightened up.
A moment later, they were lying just as they had been before, on their backs in the sun with their hands firmly clasped between them. They had everything and nothing to say to each other, so they kept silent, just listening to one another breathe. A strong sun looked down on them like a benevolent father they never knew or even had. A breezed drifted through and cooled their sweating bodies.
After a long while, Lilah meekly called her brother's name.
"Couldn't you just lie here forever?"
"At least," he replied. "At least."