Chapter 2

I was already sitting in front of TV in the front room when Natalia descended, sometime later, in a modest white nightie. It had long sleeves and went nearly to her ankles, but clung nicely to her chest and hips. I thought she looked very pretty, but said nothing. She turned out the big light so the only light in the room came from the TV set, and came to sit next to me on the floor. I was surprised by how close she scooted, how she put her arms around my neck and lay her head on my shoulder very sweetly. She even put her legs over my lap, although her bum stayed on the floor beside me. I felt like I had to do something, so I put an arm around her waist.

Sitting like that was quite cosy. It was a little cold in the front room, now, and having her close to me like that ... it felt very intimate. It also reassured me that I hadn’t done something wrong, and that she wasn’t upset with me. We stayed like that for most of the episode, and she snuggled in a bit closer, totally relaxed, and as the end credits began, she whispered, ‘Trevor ... do you really think I’m sexy?’

Her face had that same vulnerable, shy expression as she’d had earlier when I’d said she was beautiful. There was something soft in her eyes. Could it be love? She was my sister, and I knew she loved me, and I loved her, despite our squabbles, but she was looking at me in a way she’d never looked at me before.

‘Nat... ‘ I sighed, playing with a little bow on the neckline of her nightie. ‘You felt my reaction to you. You know I do.’ I sighed again. ‘You know, I’m sorry, I do know it’s not normal—’

‘Trevor,’ Nat said in a soft voice, and I looked at her face. ‘I was GRINDING against you. I was enjoying it ... just like you were.’ She swallowed, hard. ‘But when you touched me, at the end, I—it just suddenly felt shocking. It was your hand on me, on my most private part. You’re my brother, Trev, and I never intended it to get that intense ... I didn’t know we would be so passionate. I thought it could be platonic, like when we were kids, and I was an idiot.’ She gestured to me with a rueful smile. ‘God, Trev, you’re almost a man.’ She swallowed again. ‘You’re going to want what a man wants, feel what a man feels when he touches a woman.’

‘A beautiful woman,’ I added, and she smiled.

‘I wasn’t immune, either,’ she said. ‘I didn’t think I could want it so much, or ... with you, but I’m sure we were thinking the same things.’ Her voice trailed off until it was almost a whisper. ‘You’re the only guy I trust, Trev. Even when you’re a little snothead you’re actually really great to me. And you look out for me. We have fun together.

‘But obviously, we shouldn’t kiss,’ she said. ‘From that experience ... it seems like it might be dangerous.’

‘Even if we want to,’ I agreed, and my yes couldn’t help but go to her lips, still reddened from my kisses. I felt a little mournful that I might never taste them again, but felt grateful that I ever had, anyway.

‘Even if we want to,’ she echoed, and our eyes locked. I couldn’t seem to look away from her. Her voice was barely a whisper. ‘Even if the danger ... feels good,’ she said, and leaned toward me slowly. I could feel the heat of her breath on my lips now; she was barely an inch away. Her eyelids fluttered closed as she brushed her lips against mine, so soft. My cock instantly got hard, and my hands went to her waist. My head dipped back to hers, a deeper kiss, but still soft, and Nat gave this floaty sort of sigh that made me ache to be inside her. This time, I parted her lips for my tongue, and she frenched me back with increasing energy. Her breath came in short pants as I lifted her up onto my lap and she settled close against me, fingers running through my hair as we kissed. This time, when she ground against me, it was slowly and sensually. Her nightgown, in order for her to straddle me, was rucked up high on her thighs, and I let a hand smooth over one lovely leg. She was voluptuous in surprising ways, and attractive to me in ways she probably couldn’t quite imagine because she wasn’t a man. Then I cradled her head in my hands and kissed her hard. My sister moaned, very softly, against my lips. I had been careful so far not to touch anywhere particularly sexual on her body yet, not sure what her intent for this was, but responded eagerly enough when she took my hand and placed it over one of her breasts.

The nightie had buttons down the front. I undid four or five, exposing her soft, rosy breasts to my gaze. I hadn’t seen her totally naked for five or six years, and the changes were significant. She had nice little nipples, a little pinkish brown. I bent my head to lick at them, recalling things I’d read in one of my Playboys about what girls liked. Nat gasped at the feeling but arched into the touch.

‘We definitely shouldn’t be doing this,’ she said, but didn’t say it with much conviction at all, and I didn’t let up. I had pulled her nipple into my mouth. I let it go and licked between her breasts.

‘We definitely shouldn’t,’ I agreed, and took her mouth in a kiss again. She reached between us, fumbling for the buttons on my jeans, and thumbed them open. It was a relief not to be so constrained. I was so hard for her, for the second time this night, and I hadn’t relieved any pressure earlier. I’d have to go jack off if we stopped again. I wouldn’t mind if she wanted to touch me, herself, though...

Her fingers were gentle and somewhat hesitant, caressing me through my underwear as I kissed her neck. Although she wasn’t doing anything special, it was the first time I’d ever felt any female hands on my erect penis, and it felt amazing. I think my moans encouraged her. ‘I like it,’ she whispered in my ear, which just made me groan more. She took one of my hands off her breasts and put it on her thigh and pushed it under her nightie a little. I looked her in the face, and she seemed sure, although her face had that vulnerable expression again...

So I slid my hand up her gorgeous thighs. I touched her ass, covered in those silken panties, and my cock throbbed in her grip. She went ‘Oooh,’ obviously surprised, as I groaned.

‘Oh my god, Nat,’ I moaned into her neck. I bit her gently on the neck, which made her coo and moan, and as my fingers ventured again to that bit of silk which was soaked through, I whispered in her ear, ‘I want to FUCK you.’ I had practically growled the ‘fuck’ part, and Nat shivered against me.

‘Okay,’ she whimpered, as my hand stole boldly into her panties and stroked her wet slit. Oh, god, I could practically cum just from this, just from feeling her...

A million of my fantasies had been fulfilled already tonight. Maybe it was wrong, but I wasn’t about to argue with her about it or try to talk about it. It was simple. I wanted to fuck the hell out of my older sister, and she wanted to let me, so we were going to do it.

Her hands were in my underwear. The feeling of her hand made me jerk—I almost came. Thank god I didn’t ... it might have ruined the night. I helped her pull my jeans down to my knees, and then I reached between her legs without really waiting for her to stand, and I did it so viciously I tore the delicate undergarment. Nat gasped but didn’t protest when I threw the ruined panties to the side; instead, she kissed me with even more passion, pressing herself close to me, but rising up on her knees. Oh, my god ... we were really going to have sex. I held my cock up for her, feeling her adjust herself so the head was inside those creamy, slippery lips. It made me shudder and it was truly a wonder I hadn’t already cum a thousand times over at that point. Nat had her hands on my shoulders; my free hand was at her waist. She looked into my eyes and covered my mouth with another kiss as she lowered her pussy onto my cock. It was hot and soft and wonderful inside, and she’d taken me all the way in, but still I jerked and my hips reached for deeper. I moaned into her mouth and she had moaned, too, and had begun to move at a slow pace, rising a couple inches off me and then down firmly, again and again. She was panting, her movements quickly becoming more urgent, taking my swollen penis deep into her every time. We stopped kissing as she moved, and instead she put her forehead against mine as my arms encircled her waist tightly. I opened my eyes and found her looking at me already. Behind her, another late-night talk show has come on. The volume is pretty low, but our sounds aren’t that loud, so I don’t worry about us being heard.