Part 1

Hannah sat upright on top of her eighteen-year-old brother and swept her sweaty hair away from her face. She licked her lips, grinning from ear to ear. His hands rested on her thighs while her legs straddled his hips. Cum leaked from her sixteen-year-old pussy down over his exhausted dick and emptied balls. The two teens caught their breaths.

“Damn sis, that was fucking great!”

She snickered, “You mean great fucking!”

“You’re leaking on me.”

“Your fault, you horse!”

Two weeks earlier;

“Hey, isn’t anyone going to answer the door?” Brian called out.

His roommates, headphones on, were all busy slicing and dicing people in their current video game while he was just about to fall asleep.

Bam! Bam! Bam! The knocking rattled the small apartment.

“Brian, you there?” a muted voice came.

“Shit, my sister,” he commented to no one in particular.

Brian roused himself from his bed and went to the door.

“Hi sis, uh oh, what’s wrong? Come in.”

His sixteen-year-old sister, face dirty and streaked with tears, hair unbrushed, torn tee-shirt and ragged shorts looked up at him, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Dad’s in jail! Asshole. Stabbed someone down at the bar.”

Brian took her overstuffed backpack and closed the door behind them.

“Figures ... what about mom?”

“We fight all the time. The drunk. The cops wanted to take me to child protective. Assholes. I grabbed my stuff and ran. Didn’t know where else to go.”

He put his free arm around her, leading her past the grimy living room with its two occupants, still engrossed in their game.

“Guys, this is Hannah, my sister.”

They did a quick glance and a nod, then back to the battle with their demons.

“That’s Jerry and George. My roommates. Ignore ‘em. Come on in my room.”

His room looked as bad as any teenage boy’s room that never saw a mom. Takeout bags, half-empty soda cups, burger wrappers, along with dirty clothes, shoes, a beat-up guitar, and a few boxes were scattered around the floor. There was a path between them to the single bed and small dresser and desk. Other than layers of dirt, the walls were still bare. Brian had moved out from their home months ago, right after high school, just after turning eighteen. Hannah hadn’t seen much of him since and only had his address, never visiting before.

The two of them, brother and sister, had always been close, closer still due to the no-account father and mother. He had hated to leave her behind, but he and his dad fought constantly. He couldn’t take it anymore and he couldn’t take care of her and himself, too. Though now, he had a decent job, well, would have once he finished apprenticing as a bricklayer. Currently just a helper, all hard work as he shoved around bags of mortar, stacks of bricks, and the like from sun up to sundown.

Hannah looked around the dreary room, not very different from where she had come from.

She looked up at him again, “Brian, please let me stay with you. I can’t go back and I don’t want to go to some foster place.”

She hugged against him, her head resting on his chest. At over six feet, he was nearly a foot taller than her and weighed much more than her barely hundred pounds. He looked into her teary green eyes staring up at him. Her darkened and streaked face just made her eyes stand out that much more, almost glowing. He brushed her brown hair with its streaks of blond and tips of pink, out of her face, tilted her head, and kissed her forehead. He dropped her pack on the floor and wrapped his arms around her, knowing she needed to be held. The smell of her hair brought back memories of better times to him. Growing up, they had played together all of the time as their constant moving around left them with few other friends.

“There’s not much room around here, but of course, you can stay. I wouldn’t kick you out, sis!”

She thanked him, still not letting go.

He sighed, “Not sure where you can sleep, though.”

“The floor is fine, Brian,” as she looked around.

“Silly, no, you take the bed, I’ll do the floor. I think there’s a sleeping bag around here somewhere maybe. Hey, you hungry? There’s a taco trunk down the street. I can get you something.”

She nodded, wiped her eyes, and yawned. The release of the day’s stress was catching up to her.

“Why don’t you take a shower while I go get something to eat.”

She smiled and finally let go of him. He always loved her smile.

He said nothing to his roommates, knowing not to offer to get them anything since they never paid. It was hard enough to scrape up rent between the three of them.

“Hey, sis, I’m back.”

He tapped on the closed bedroom door and then went in. She had curled up into nearly a ball, fast asleep on the bed. His eyes couldn’t help but wander up her cute short legs to her bottom, butt cheeks peeked out from under her shorty PJs now pulled so tight he could see her camel toe.

Embarrassed, he glanced away and whispered, “Hannah, food?”

She let out a little moan, not stirring. He squatted down close to her, pulled out a taco still in its wrapper, and waved it near her now clean nose.

“Tacos ... mmmm,” he whispered close to her ear.

She whimpered quietly and broke out into a dimpled little smile. By now, their two faces were just inches apart. He couldn’t resist, she looked so like one of his previous girlfriends. He kissed her right on the lips. A soft, sweet lingering kiss.

Her eyes opened. At first, he thought she was mad and he began reprimanding himself for doing such, but it wasn’t anger, or even surprise on her face. It was a happy smile, a twinkle in her eyes. Her face turned more towards him, lips parted slightly. However, he had backed away, pushing his unbrotherly thoughts away as he went.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you. Ok, I did. You were so cute there.”

She giggled and sat up, reaching for the taco.

“You want this?” he held it up above her, “Mmmm, smells good.”

Her grin was ear-to-ear now, “You’re mean. Teasing me.”

Her eyes told him the teases were not just related to the taco. She licked her lips, tasting that kiss more than any food. He let her win and within moments, their meal was gone.

“Ok, girl, you need to get to sleep. You have school tomorrow.”

She downturned, “I quit going.”

“WHAT!?! No, you don’t! You are going back to school. You have to finish high school. End of discussion.”

She retorted, “You’re not my parent. I already quit.”

“Ha! Sorry, they don’t let sixteen-year-olds quit,” (He didn’t care whether they did or not), “And if you are staying here, you obey my rules, and the only rule I have is that you will finish school. Period!”

She pouted for a few moments but relented when she realized she could not leave here. This was her last hope for survival, at least in her eyes. He sat on the bed beside her and again wrapped his arms around her. She felt his muscular arms gently holding his body against her. It felt good. Really good.

“Hannah, you know I love you and that even though you may hate me now, you will be thanking me in a few years when you graduate.”

“Brian, I don’t hate you! Far from it. I ... I love you!”

She looked up at him with sad eyes that turned to wanting eyes. Her heart held a secret. A secret desire. When she had said she loved him, it wasn’t in the way he thought. She had loved him for years, never able to completely express her feelings. She never even had a boyfriend as she always felt her heart already had a home. Her lips parted. Her head tilted ever so slightly and leaned forward ever so little.

He watched her face, her eyes. Captivating eyes. Her cute little upturned button nose. Her cheeks blushed rosy as she stared back at him. Something stirred in him. Unconsciously, he, too, leaned forward, mouth opening. They kissed. The kiss lingered softly, passion increased, lips pressed and arms embraced. A most un-sibling like kiss. Reality came back to him first.

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean...” he apologized quietly.

She whispered, “I DID mean to. Brian, I missed you. I love you. LOVE you.”

He sighed, “Sis ... sister.”

She put a fingertip to his lips, then held his hands between them. Her fingers laced with his.

Laughter and a groan rose from the other room. A game won and lost.

“Sleep with me,” she requested.

He blinked, misinterpreting.

“I mean, beside me. Not on the floor. I need you close.”

Her bedroom eyes turned impish and she giggled. The sexual tension reduced, if not broken. He laughed and attacked her in a tickle battle, as they used to have. She laughed and fought back, kicking and trying to tickle him as his fingers pinched her side where her tee-shirt had slid up and exposed her bare belly.

He escaped backward from her grasp and grabbed her ankles as she tried to resist while wiggling to free herself from his bonds. He pulled her straight on the bed, widened her legs as she laughed and kicked. The horseplay was becoming a kind of foreplay.

He dropped himself on top of her, letting his strength and weight imprison her under him. Their faces came together. She felt him now holding her wrists above her, his eyes staring into hers. She was panting from the struggle. She lifted her head to kiss him, but he pulled back, teasingly. He then darted in to kiss her as she turned her head away at the last moment, teasing in return.

She faced him again, this time their lips met. He didn’t think of her as his sister, but as his new lover-to-be. Her legs stretched wider as they kissed, a deep, wet kiss. Passion heated as much as exertion. He still held her arms down on either side of her, slowly released them and slid his fingertips along her bare arms to her face. He stroked her face as they kissed. Mouths opened and tongues tentatively licked. Their teenage heat turned towards lust.

He rocked his hips into hers. He knew she had to feel his stiffened manhood as it pushed into her. Her arms went around him. He felt her inexperience now as he softly massaged her breasts while they kissed when she stiffened momentarily.

He realized then without her telling him, that she was innocent and still a virgin, even as he dry humped her. He stopped.

“Oh, sis, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean...”

She giggled, her face flushed, “Naughty boy! ... Brother!”

Nevertheless, she wrapped her legs around his, sliding up his calves and then to the back of his thighs, bending herself until her feet were rubbing his shorts covered butt cheeks, making herself fully accessible to him. Had they been naked, he would have entered her with ease.

“Fuck, girl! Don’t do that!” even as his hips rocked a few times.

She cooed, “I want you to fuck me.”

He froze, pulled away, spell broken, his weight now off her, “Hannah! No. You are my sister!”

She tried to hold onto him, her mind had been made up in the heat of the moment. She really did want him to be her first and didn’t care that he was her brother. She loved him and she knew he loved her.

However, he had pulled away and out of the bed, “I ... I have to...”

He turned and headed for the bathroom.

She grinned to herself, feeling happy now. She knew it would happen. Just a matter of time.

In the bathroom, he splashed water on his face. As he looked into the mirror, he reflected on what had just transpired. He had nearly lost control. To him, she felt like a girlfriend, something he had not had since graduation.

As he peed, he said to himself, “Shit! This isn’t going to work ... My sister? I almost fucked her! I wanted to. I want to even now.”

His hand slid into a familiar pattern. He rubbed himself back and forth. The strokes became more pronounced. He tried to focus his thoughts away from her and towards his last girlfriend. He had snuck into her house at her request. She said her parents were away, but her brother was back from college down in the basement.

He stroked himself, feeling the ghost of her fingers around his prick. Two fingers and thumb, ringing it.

He had climbed into her bed, her nest, warm from her heat. She only had a PJ top and panties on. He had quickly stripped as she hushed him to be quiet. He didn’t know why they needed to be so quiet, but accepted, wanting what was coming.

His fingers slid up and down his rod, faster now. He lightened the touch, a thumb on top and fingertip on the soft tube underneath. Squeezing it as he stroked.

She unbuttoned her PJ top and opened it to reveal soft full breasts of a seventeen-year-old. His palm covered one breast and he squeezed it, massaging, feeling its nipple harden in his fingertips. He kissed her. He kissed his sister, feeling her breast through her tee-shirt. He tried to shake that thought.

His hand worked faster, sliding up and down his shaft, more pressure.

His hands roamed down his girlfriend’s belly as it quivered. She removed her pajama top. His mouth surrounded an areola and sucked on a nipple. He let go and moved to the second one, repeating as she moaned. His hand traced from her breast, down her chest, over her belly, and kept going. His fingers found the edge of her panty, far below her belly button. That roving hand went between her legs as his lips came up and met hers. He kissed her deeply. He kissed his sister deeply, feeling her mound with his hard dick through her shorty pajamas. No!

His hand wrapped fully around his aching dick. He needed to cum! Balls throbbed.

With both hands, he had stretched the elastic of this girl’s panties, gapping them across her pelvis. He pulled on them as she lifted. He pulled her panties down her thighs, her calves, and then off her legs. She was naked under him in the coolness and dimness of her room in her house. He had dry-humped his sister, thrusting into her crotch, protected by just soft, thin pajama cotton. He felt his sister’s nimble legs wrap around him and rub up and down his. Wanting him to fuck her.

His hand was nearly a blur in its heated strokes. He HAD to come, so close now.

He had lain down on top of his girlfriend, together under the bed covers. His prick was against her pussy as they kissed. She was going to let him have sex with her. Their first time as a couple. He wanted her. Needed her. She hushed him again as he tried to talk. He began to hump her, his dick slid through her moistening trench. Neither thought of protection, only of sex. He now thought only of making love to his sister, loving her, having sex with her. No!

He felt it coming, that wondrous, though short-lived rush. His strokes seemed a blur as he leaned back over the toilet. So close now!

He had found her entrance, there under the covers, between her nude legs. Nirvana. Their eyes watched each other in the dim light. He pushed into her. Her velvet glove had wrapped his aching dick. They both groaned as he sank into her in her own bedroom, her sanctum. Posters of rock stars and movie stars thumbtacked to the walls. Sports trophies lined the shelves. Unopened school books on her desk. Stuffed animals tossed off her bed, relegated to the floor as he fucked her. He had climbed through her window she had purposefully left open. His penis was now embedded in her pussy. He automatically started rocking his pelvis. The bed made little squeaks. She made little moans. His dick slid in and out of her. Fucking her. Fucking his sister. He wanted to fuck his sister. Yes!

His dick hurt, balls at the very edge. Stroke! His back arched. He was coming!

He had felt himself getting so close. His thrusts into his girlfriend were just so good. The feelings were so wonderful. Sexing his girlfriend. She wanted him to screw her in her bed. Her face flushed, eyes alternating from closed to open to closed. A KNOCK. “Sandra,” her mom’s voice, “Just saying Goodnight, sweet dreams.” Sandra’s eyes had gone wide. They froze, not a muscle moved. Not a breath made. She had lied. Her parents were at home. He was going to get caught fucking their daughter in her bed! “Yess ... gooodnighttt!” she called out. “You ok?” her mom replied. Sandra tried to un-fluster her voice, “Yes, mom, fine. Goodnight!” The bedroom door had remained closed. The two teens giggled at the narrow escape. He had wondered why she had lied about her parents not being there. It finally dawned on him that she did it to assert her independence. She was thumbing her nose to her father’s rules, saying ‘See, if I want to get laid, I will get laid. Right here in my bed. Right now, with you just in the other room. It doesn’t matter what you want. Brian soon came inside her.

NOW, he wanted to come inside his sister, to sex her, to make love to her.

Last stroke. His mind exploded!

Cum leaped from his burning prick as his balls dumped their wad. It splatted against the back of the seat, missing the bowl. He hurriedly bent over and the next spurts splashed down into the toilet water. He sighed, he and his girlfriend had been lucky, no parents had caught them, no pregnancy had occurred. They broke up not long after. She, off to college, he to this shithole apartment with two shitholes for roommates and now a sister. An underage sister that wanted him. Wanted to have sex with him. That he wanted, too.

He shook the last remaining thread of cum hanging off his tip, wiped it and the toilet off and flushed. Embarrassed at his thoughts of his sister and his actions with her and with himself here in the bathroom he vowed to change. He looked around at the dirty bathroom, ‘I have to clean this place! It’s filthy!’ He started stripping off his clothes, getting ready for bed, suddenly tired, and had to work early tomorrow. It was late, nearly midnight. At least his roommates worked nights, probably just left, and he worked days.

He would send her to school and himself to work. He suddenly halted undressing. Normally, he slept in the nude. That would never do. He pulled his boxers back on and found an old sweatshirt that didn’t smell too bad.