Chapter 1: Didre's Forbidden Wish

I knew incest was wrong even as it made my pussy so wet. I did. And I really, really tried not to have these thoughts about Keily. She was my sister. Only fourteen. A year younger than me. We had grown up together. Played together. Shared our hopes and dreams together.

But the one dream I couldn’t share with her was the burning ache that built in my pussy whenever she was around. For the last six months, since she turned fourteen, something had awakened in me, these coals fanned to life by her developing body. She was becoming a woman before my eyes.

And that made me so wet.

She was as beautiful as a living doll, something at once both precious and innocent and graceful and sultry. When she smiled, dimples blossoming in her freckled cheeks, my heart would beat faster. When she pursed those pink lips to talk, my nipples ached, imagining them sucking on my nubs. When I watched her eat ice cream, her pink tongue licking, my pussy would flutter with jealousy.

I wanted to have sex with my little sister.

I was a pervert. A freak.

Just being close to her was intoxicating. She always had this fragrance around her, sweet strawberry, from her body wash. I liked to hug her just to breathe in her aroma. When I did laundry, I would inhale the fragrance wreathing her shirts.

And sometimes her panties.

Those carried another scent. Just as sweet, but far naughtier.

“Stop doing this,” I whispered to myself as I pressed her panties into my face. It was a lacy blue pair from yesterday, her scent lingering on them. My pussy clenched so hard as I breathed in her fragrance. I groaned, standing in the laundry room shivering like a freak. “You have to stop.”

I breathed in again.

“You’ll be caught,” I whispered to myself. “Why do you have to be such a pervert?”

Keily laughed somewhere in the house. Mom answered her. I heard the clatter of pots and pans. They were preparing dinner while I sorted the laundry and started the load. I couldn’t be doing this. Not with them in the house.

But they were starting dinner.

I breathed again and then licked the crotch. My sister’s virgin pussy touched this. I knew she was aching to finally have sex. She had confided it to me last night as we shared my bed. She always slept in my bed, never her own. It lay empty every night on the other side of the room we had shared all our lives. She claimed she felt safe.

And it drove me nuts.

I wanted to masturbate so badly as she whispered to me about her desire to have sex. To finally have her cherry popped. She was so turned on sometimes. “My cunny tingles so badly, Deidre,” she had whispered. “Does yours?”

“Yes,” I had moaned, fighting the urge to just kiss her face, the moonlight spilling across her cheeks.

My hand crept down my body as I licked at the crotch of her panties, tasting her sweet musk and the cotton. I shivered. I was such a bad older sister. I wasn’t supposed to lust after her. I was supposed to want to be with boys, like she did. I should want a boy to pop my cherry.

But after last night, I wanted to pop hers. I wanted to have my own cock so I could receive the precious gift of my sister’s virginity. I squirmed my thighs together, my jean shorts rustling. I took another deep inhale of her panties.

“Don’t do this, Deidre,” I moaned to myself. “Stop being a pervert. Don’t unsnap the fastener.”

My shorts fastener popped open. I groaned, sliding my hand inside my shorts and panties. I had to stop this. I took another deep inhale of my sister’s panties, my fingers sliding through my fiery pubic hair to find my aching pussy.

I rubbed my clit, wishing it were a big cock. Then I could fuck Deidre. I would take her cherry. She would gasp and moan and love it. I rubbed my aching nub, pleasure shooting through me as I pictured the delight of sinking into her virgin cunny.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I hissed, licking at the crotch of her panties over and over, frigging myself. I leaned against the washer machine, smearing her panties across my face. “I’ll make you cum so hard.”

Distantly, I heard the front door open and close. I didn’t care. My pussy felt so good. I rubbed my clit and slid my fingers up and down my virgin flesh. My slit was so tight. I bet Keily’s was equally tight, adorned with her silky pubic hair. It was fiery, like mine, but darker. She had auburn hair gracing her head compared to my cinnamon curls.

I pictured her small breasts jiggling as I rammed my impossible cock into her pussy. Deidre, yes, yes. I’m so glad that it’s my big sister who’s taking my virginity and not a dumb boy.

“Me, too,” I groaned, my fingers rubbing along my pussy slit. I didn’t have a hymen—I broke mine riding my bike as a kid. But I knew Keily still had hers.

She told me last night.

The front door opened and closed.

God, she tortured me every night. In my bed. Sleeping so close. I could just reach out and touch her. I rubbed faster and faster. Footsteps slapped through the house. Keily was running. Her footsteps growing louder and louder as I rubbed my pussy harder and harder and—

Louder?

“Fuck!”

I spun around, throwing her panties into the washer machine with the collection of other undergarments. I ripped my hand out of my shorts. They were still unbuttoned as she burst into the laundry room.

“You have a letter,” Keily pounced. “It’s all fancy. Look at it.”

I turned my head over my shoulder, so aware that my shorts were undone. They slipped on my hips. If I turned around, she would see panties peeking out of my open fly. “A letter?”

Keily brandished a large, green envelope in her hand, the address written in flowing cursive, the ink silver. The writing was like something from a hundred years ago. So fancy and elegant. She turned the letter around, showing the back. There was a green, wax seal holding the point of the flap down. It wasn’t sealed by the sticky adhesive like a normal envelope.

“Super weird, right? What is it?”

“I don’t know,” I said, still looking over my shoulder.

Keily arched an eyebrow. “Are you going to take it?”

I reached behind me with my right hand then winced. They were still coated in my juices.

But my little sister didn’t notice. She just shoved the envelope in my hand, her green eyes giving me a weird look. Then she shrugged, turned, and darted off, that cute rump wiggling in the pair of cotton shorts she wore.

God, I wanted to grab that ass, pull her butt-cheeks apart, and eat her. I wanted to devour every part of her.

And then an explosive breath burst out of my lungs. I set the envelope on the washer machine and fastened my shorts. I didn’t linger on any of her panties, just threw them in with Mom’s and mine. I added the detergent, put the machine on all the right settings, and hit wash. Water hissed as it filled the machine.

Frowning, I grabbed the letter, reading it.

To: Miss Deidre Reddings

The Laundry Room

214 Carter Street E,

Parkland, WA, 98444

My eyes widened. How the fuck did they know I’d be in here when the letter arrived?” I glanced at the return address:

From: Leanan Sidhe

The Koi Pond

1 Summer Lane

Phoenix, Arizona 85009

“Leanan Sidhe?” I blinked. “Arizona?” Who knew me from Arizona? Was this one of Mom’s friends or something? What was going on?

As I tore open the letter, I smelled something fresh and bright. It was hard to place what it was, almost like fresh cut grass and wild flowers and bright-blue sky. Like summer distilled into a perfume and anointing the letter. Inside, there was a single sheet of green paper, folded up. I pulled it out, golden glitter spilling out with the letter.

“Glitter?” Who put glitter in with a letter? It was something that a little girl might do. Was this Keily’s prank? But she couldn’t write like this. Her handwriting disproved the stereotype of girls having cute, legible penmanship.

I unfurled the letter and found more of the neat, silvery text scrawled across the page. I furrowed my brow, staring at it, my hands trembling as I read the elegant calligraphy. I didn’t know anyone who could write so fancy.

My dearest Miss Deidre Reddings,

I am writing you in regards to your wish that you most fervently have made. I recognize the desire bursting in your heart. I know that you believe it to be the most taboo in nature, but I assure you, I find it beautiful.

Which is why I am writing you this letter expressing my deepest desire to make your wish come true. For I fully understand the fire burning in your nethers. The same heat burns in mine. Oh, how the koi enjoyed my offering of salt as I experienced the pleasure of your desire.

So expect my visit tonight, my dearest Miss Deidre, and know that your deepest wish shall be granted.

Yours in fellowship,

Leanan Sidhe

Esq. of Summer

I blinked my eyes. “Tonight? She’s coming here tonight? And desire...” My cheeks blushed. “How could she know?”

I read the letter again. And again, leaning against the washer machine. It rocked as it kicked on the wash cycle, whirling and chugging away. I shifted, a strange heat burning through me. What could this letter possibly mean? How could this Leanan Sidhe know me? Know my desires?

And what was an esq. of Summer. I googled esq. It turned out to mean esquire, which denoted an attorney in the US. Apparently, the word was even older, from England, of course, where it denoted a “title of dignity, which ranks above gentleman and below knight.” Whatever that meant.

So why was an attorney writing me about my desire to have sex with my fourteen-year-old sister.

I felt like I was going insane.

“Wow, must be a fascinating read.”

I blinked, lowering the letter and seeing the curious face of my sister. Her head was cocked to the side, her auburn ponytail dangling behind her. She bounced on her feet, looking so cute. I just wanted to seize her and gobble her up.

“Yeah,” I said.

“So ... who do you know in Arizona?”

“A lawyer, I guess.” I shrugged and folded the letter. “It must be a mistake. I don’t know any lawyer.”

“You think it’s from a perv?” She said that like a pervert was the most disgusting thing in the world.

And we were. How could I want to have sex with this cute, innocent creature. My own flesh and blood. God, I was a freak.

“Well, dinner’s on.” She bit her lower lip. “It’s nothing, right? I mean ... He knows where we live.”

“I think it’s a she,” I said. “And, yeah, nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Coming tonight ... What did that mean? Maybe I should be worried. Maybe I should call the police, but then I would have to explain what my desires were. They would find out I wanted to have sex with my sister. Oh, god, this was all so fucked up. Why did I have these desires?

Mom gave us a smile as we entered the living room. She had dark-brown hair, curly, that fell about her motherly face. She looked like Keily but matured twenty years, the beauty my sister’s innocence promised.

And with big tits. I always noticed those because they reminded me just how small mine were. Yes, they were bigger than Keily’s, but they weren’t as big as my mom’s. And they hadn’t grown in a year. It was like puberty decided they were big enough. I bet Keily’s would keep growing, surpassing mine. I squeezed my hands, imagining them growing in my grip...

God, I was fucked up.

I took a cold shower after dinner. It didn’t help. The night dragged on and on, and I was dreading going to bed. I would face temptation once more, and every night I grew weaker and weaker. One of these times, I would touch my sister. Molest her.

And she would freak out.

As evening fell, I bit my lip as i dressed in my nightgown. I was naked beneath, no panties. My sister and I never wore panties. It was something fun and rebellious we had started as children, and now it was so naughty and wicked. I crawled into bed first, setting my head on the pillow, hoping to fall asleep early.

But the letter ate at my mind. So far, no one had arrived. No one would arrive. It was ridiculous. Some type of weird prank. I bet Kylie did it, some joke. I probably told her something during one of her whispered conversations, some lie to deflect what my true desires were. She got someone else to write it then waited until I was doing laundry to deliver it.

I tensed when Kylie entered the room. She was quiet, thinking I was asleep. She didn’t turn on the light, but the moonlight streamed in enough to illuminate my sister as she moved across the room, stripping naked. I groaned as she unhooked her bra, baring those small, firm mounds. Unlike me, her nipples weren’t hard as diamonds.

I rubbed my thighs together, watching her bend over and wiggle out of those shorts, her ass accidentally pointed at me. Her panties followed a moment later, all the clothing heading into our hamper. She didn’t move with any hurried self-consciousness. Nudity was something two sisters were supposed to share without it being weird or sexual.

My clit throbbed so hard.

And then she snagged a pink nightie and pulled it on, hiding the treasures of her body. She moved around to her side of my bed, pulling back the covers and slipping in. She kissed me on the shoulder and murmured, “Night, Deidre.”

I didn’t answer her. I continued faking sleep.

Then she rolled over, her butt pressed to mine, and quickly fell asleep.

I lay next to her for what felt like an eternity as she shifted in her sleep, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. I rolled over, facing her. She was on her back, her nightie riding up those thighs. They were so sleek, so beautiful. I just wanted to touch them. To stroke them.

“Don’t do this,” I whispered beneath my breath. I reached out and placed my hand on her thigh. I felt how warm her skin was. “You have to stop this, Deidre. Don’t be a perverted idiot.”

My hand stroked her thigh.

My pussy clenched. My nipples were so hard. My sister sighed in her sleep, her nose wrinkling so cutely. I wanted to lean over, capture her lips in a kiss, to slide my hand boldly up her thigh, cupping her pussy. She would wake up and melt into the kiss. I would finger her, make her feel so good, make her cum.

And then she would return the favor. We would love each other. It would be wonderful.

I brushed the hem of her nightgown.

I had never gone farther than this point in all my nightly explorations. My heart beat so fast, so loud. Why wasn’t it waking her up? I rubbed my thighs together, my pussy burning with excitement. Juices coated my flesh. I could smell my spicy musk.

“Stop it,” I pleaded with my hand as the tips of my fingers crept beneath the hem of her nightgown. “You have to stop this.”

More and more of my fingers disappeared beneath her nightie, the delicate fabric caressing down to my knuckles then touching the back of my hand. And then my wrist. It was so warm beneath her skirt. I swallowed, moving deeper and deeper, caressing the smooth silk of her inner thighs.

And then I felt the first touch of her pubic hair. It caressed the back of my hand. I froze right there.

“You can stop this,” I whispered. “You haven’t touched her pussy yet. You haven’t molested your little sister. Not too late.”

My hand moved higher. My finger pressed through the soft curls and found her skin. She was so warm. I slid across her vulva, brushing her tight slit. I ran up it, pressing into her labia, feeling the heat grow as I touched her virgin nethers.

It was wonderful. It was like all my dreams. It was—

She snorted in her sleep and rolled over.

I ripped my hand away, flipping over away from her, my heart pounding in shock. I just molested my little sister. I felt her pussy. Oh, god, oh, god, oh, got. This was so wrong. What if she woke up? She would hate me forever.

“Please,” I begged to the moonlight, staring at it as I trembled, cold sweat covering my body. “Please.”

I didn’t know what I begged for: self-control or for Keily to want me to molest her.

I stared at the moonlight, shivering for I don’t know how long. Slowly, the fear bled from me. My breathing slowed. I let my eyes close. My close call had killed my excitement. The weirdo who wrote me the letter never showed up.

And Keily would never know what I had done to her tonight. I would forget it. When I woke up, I would be changed, transformed.

I let sleep carry me away into my dreams.

It shouldn’t have surprised me that I was at a koi pond. I crouched on a narrow wooden footbridge over it, staring at the orange and red carp as they swam lazily through the pool. It was sculpted in strange circles that connected and merged together. They varied in size. The land around was green grass dotted with wildflowers. A bright, blue sky shone above me, not a cloud to be seen. I smiled at the fish, one opening and closing its mouth.

I giggled at it.

I could see my own reflection on the surface, my face similar to Keily’s, though I lacked her freckles and had blue eyes instead of green. Then I realized I was naked, my breasts swaying as I shifted, dangling over the railing.

I blushed in shock, making sure I was alone.

I wasn’t.

A girl fluttered in the air, held aloft by gossamer wings. Her body was slim and petite, like Keily’s, though the girl’s skin was far paler, the hue of alabaster or ivory. Vibrant, green hair spilled about a doll-like face, a smile bursting with child-like innocent only made the fluttering figure cuter. But her silver eyes were ancient and wise. I felt suddenly so young, like a newly hatched bug facing an old woman on her deathbed.

My eyes slid down her body. She had small, firm breasts, little cones topped by pink nipples. Her legs were slim and lithe, her pussy hairless, slit tight, and her cock long and hard, thrusting out before her like...

Cock?

“You finally made it,” the flying girl said, clapping her hands together. “That is wonderful. Oh, I am ever so happy to make your deepest desires come true.”

“Deepest desires?” I blinked.

“Why, to make you what is commonly called these days, a futanari or futa. I rather like that term. Doesn’t it sound exotic and beautiful, my dear, Miss Deidre?”

My jaw dropped. The way she talked. “Y-You wrote the letter?”

“Leanan Sidhe, esquire of Summer, at your service,” she said, managing to bow despite being held up by fluttering, gossamer wings. Her cock swayed before you. “Oh, I must say, your passions were so strong for your little sister. And I do so love the taboo. It is, I must confess, a letch I have.”

Her tone was so sweet, so child-like, but the diction so mature, refined. My jaw dropped. “This is the weirdest dream ever. The letter, my wild fantasy of having a cock, and ... I don’t know. Did I watch Peter Pan recently?”

“You think I am Tinker Bell?” A tinkling laugh came from her. “Well, I am what your people call a ‘faerie.’” She moved closer to me, her cock bobbing. “Now, as you can see from my tumescent erection, I am quite eager to bestow my gift upon you and let you experience your heart’s great desire.”

I blinked again. “What?”

“I am so hard for you, my sweet Miss Deidre,” she moaned, stroking her cock, a clear liquid beading at the tip.

“Hard...” I trembled as she fluttered closer to the bridge I stood on.

“Hard,” she purred, those silver eyes transforming into something full of primal lust, something vast and natural, something greater than I was. I stood transfixed as she alighted before me, her gossamer wings, transparent and delicate like a dragonfly’s, folded up behind her. Soft hands cupped my cheeks. “For you, my dear Miss Deidre.”

And then her lips were on mine. My first ever kiss. And what a kiss. Her lips were as sweet as sugar-coated plums and as hot as fresh apple pie. A shiver went through me ending at my nipples and clit, all three nubs aching, hardening, throbbing to be touched.

Her girl-cock rubbed on my stomach, smearing the clear liquid, her precum, on my flesh. Her body pressed tighter against mine, her small breasts brushing my small tits. Our nipples, both hard, kissed and rubbed together. Tingles raced through me from my nubs. I shivered, her dick now trapped between us. So hard. So throbbing against our bellies.

Her arms went around my waist, stroking my naked back. I sighed into the kiss as her finger traced down my spine. A shiver rippled down my body to my pussy. I groaned, my hips undulating. It was so wicked what she was doing to me. How she was touching me.

Stirring me.

The cock felt hotter and hotter on my stomach. It was so impossible for her to have it. My dream was so wild. So magical. It was just like what I imagined, a dick that I could pop my little sister’s cherry with.

I kissed her back, moaning, our tongues meeting. It was so wild. My first kiss, in a dream, with a fairy like Tinker Bell. Well, not quite like Tinker Bell.

Tinker Bell wasn’t hung.

The fingers stroked down to small of my back and went lower. I gasped as her finger dipped into the crack of my ass, sliding down, brushing my butthole. I groaned, my body trembling as she circled the puckered sphincter, shooting strange delight to my pussy.