I could barely sleep that night. Knowing that I had to talk to my sister scared the daylights out of me. It wasn’t until four in the morning when I finally fell asleep.
When I woke up, the clock next to my bed said it was 7:50. I had woken up late. I only had ten minutes to throw on some clothes, my backpack, and rush down to the bus stop. My sister Rachel was already gone by now—her bus left at 7:00. The fact that I had missed talking to her that morning didn’t make me feel bad, though. The longer I could delay talking to her, the better.
School went incredibly slow that day. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I was going to say to Rachel. How would she react? Would she not speak to me for a long time? I hated this. All because I had left my fucking door unlocked. Still, why did she just barge into my room? I never did that to her when she was in her room.
“Nathan,” my English teacher, Mrs. Pruett said.
I looked up from my desk. Mrs. Pruett had the uncanny resemblance of Umbridge from the popular Harry Potter book series. And she acted almost exactly like her.
“Yes, maam?” I mumbled. “Do your work, Nathan,” Mrs. Pruett huffed, “Unless you want me to knock your D plus down to an F.”
This day was just getting better and better.
I didn’t even sit with my friends at lunch. I wandered outside the cafeteria and into the breeze way, where I ate my lunch alone. I still wasn’t sure what I was going to say to Rachel.
When I got home, I made my way upstairs and into my room. I figured it would be best to talk to Rachel when my mom and little sister had gone to bed. So I tried to concentrate on my homework. Rachel got home a little later from sports, but I didn’t leave my room to bother her. By the time 10:00 rolled around, I had finished my homework, and my mom and little sister had gone to bed. Taking a deep breath, I left my room and opened my sister’s door.
Rachel had cleaned her room, which was surprising. She was sitting on her bed, reading a book. She didn’t even look up when I came into the room.
“Get out,” she murmured.
“Rachel, we have to talk about this sometime,” I said, sitting down next to her. “I think you knew what I was doing, that night ago?”
Rachel finally looked up from her book at me. Her face was emotionless, so I wasn’t sure what she was thinking.
“Of course I knew what you were doing. I’m not a little kid, Nathan.”
“Well then you should understand that it wasn’t wrong what I was doing, right?”
“I know that. It’s just…seeing you there…that was kind of weird.”
I laughed. “Yeah, I know. But you don’t think I’m some kind of freak or something, right?”
Rachel shook her head. “No, I don’t think you are.”
I sighed with relief. “God, I’m so glad you think so. Alright, well, goodnight, Rachel.” “’Night,” She muttered, her attention drawn to her book again.
I was so glad she didn’t think bad about me. I was off the hook—mostly. There was still a little problem. I felt somewhat guilty of videotaping my sister naked. I felt like I needed to tell her about that…but it scared me that she might actually get mad at me for that (she had good reason to) and wouldn’t have anything to do with me. We were so close—and I felt like I had totally done her wrong.
The following weeks were pretty uneventful. School, hanging out with friends on the weekends. My sister went on a field trip with her school, so she would be gone nearly an entire week. The guilt that I had felt weeks ago had faded. At the time I thought that Rachel just never had to know. I jacked off to the video on my iPod nearly every night. And every night that passed, my lust for my sister Rachel only grew stronger. I wanted her. I needed her. I had never had sex in my life, and I wanted desperately for Rachel to be my first. Practically every minute of the day I spent thinking dirty thoughts about my lovely sister.
The following Saturday Rachel returned home. As I got ready to go to bed that night, my sister came into my room. She was looking more beautiful than ever…and…had her tits grown an inch or two? No way. It had only been a week since I’d last seen her.
“So, Rachel, how was the field trip?” I asked. Rachel smiled, displaying those perfect white teeth of hers. “It was great, bro. While I was there my friends talked to me about some…things.” I wasn’t sure was she was talking about. “Things?” She brushed back a strand of loose hair on her forehead. “Yeah. They talked to me all about their adventures with their boyfriends, if you know what I mean.” I smiled. “Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.”
“Anyway, they seemed to be so excited about it all. It got me really interested about sex. I’m still really freaked out about it, of course—the pain involved for the first time.”
I couldn’t keep myself from grinning at my sis. She was talking so innocently about sex. She wasn’t sure if she wanted it or not…but she was curious. After all these years, was this the night I would carry out my desires at last? This was so good it had to be a dream. A plan began forming in my head.
“Remember the night you saw me pumping my cock?” I asked.
Rachel looked a little taken aback at my sudden statement, but she nodded timidly. “Yeah.”
“Well…uh…”
Don’t stop now, you idiot, I thought to myself.
You’re so close. Just make the move.
“Would…would you like to see my dick again?” I asked.
Rachel stared at me for nearly a whole minute before whispering, “Yes.”
It took me a moment to register that Rachel had actually said yes. When I finally understood, I said boldly,
“Then, Rachel, take off my pants.”
At the time I was wearing gym shorts, with boxers underneath. Rachel crawled across the bed like a cat toward me. I rested my head against my pillow, my legs spread out. My legs were shaking with excitement. Rachel inched forward until she was sitting on the bed right between my legs. She took the string on my shorts and undid it. Then she pulled my shorts down and off my legs. The only thing I was wearing now was my boxers. Rachel’s eyes were wide with excitement now, as she slowly slid my boxers down.
My cock sprang free, hitting my chest. I had about an average size dick of around six inches. Rachel gazed at my cock with fascination. Her hands inched forward, and in a moment she was carefully grasping my dick with her soft hands. At the contact I jumped, letting out a soft groan. It was the first time anyone besides myself had touched my dick.
“So…what do I do?” Rachel asked.
“Uh…you pull your hand up and down on it,” I gasped.
Rachel smiled, then began jerking me off. I gasped with pleasure. Rachel's hands felt amazing on my dick. They were so small and soft. But I couldn’t believe this…I was already feeling my cum building up in my balls.
“Rachel, stop, stop,” I warned. Rachel immediately let go of my cock. “Did I do something wrong?” She asked. “No, no you were going to make me cum already,” I said, embarrassed. Rachel smiled. “So…I put my mouth on it too, right?” I nodded, unable to answer with words. The next second I felt a warm, wet sensation on my dick as my sister had taken my cock into her little mouth. I clutched the bed sheets beneath me. I had never felt so good in my life. I opened my eyes for a second to see my beautiful sister, taking more and more of my cock into her little mouth.
It took several minutes, but Rachel was finally able to work most of my dick into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around my dick, making me gasped with pleasure. “Fuck, Rachel you’re going to make me cum,” I groaned. Rachel took her mouth off my dick long enough for her to say, “I want to taste your cum. Cum into my mouth, okay?” I nodded. Rachel brought her mouth back down onto my dick, this time focusing her sucking on my dick’s head. She continued bobbing her head up and down on my burning cock like she was sucking a lollipop, I put my hands in her beautiful hair, gently pushing her down further onto my cock. In a moment I felt a jolt of electricity rush through my body, and my balls tightened. I unloaded several spurts of cum into my hot sister’s waiting mouth. To my amazement she swallowed every bit of it. Then she licked my dick clean of cum.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” I gasped, as Rachel stood up from the bed. “That tasted amazing,” she replied, licking her small lips. After a moment sense seemed to settle into my sister’s brain at last, and she whispered, “Oh my god. I just sucked my brother’s dick.” I grinned at her. “Yeah, and you did a damn good job at it. You sure you haven’t done this before?” She shook her head. She seemed to be still fighting whether she felt good about this whole thing or not.
“Listen,” I said calmly, “why don’t you go to bed and sleep on this, okay? I won’t try to do anything further with you tonight. I love you, Rachel, and not just as a sister. I want you to know that.”
Rachel looked at me, uncertainty on her face. “Nathan, is this right? What we did?” “Of course not,” I said, “but what’s stopping us? All I can tell you is that felt fucking amazing. I don’t give a shit if you’re my sister or not.” Rachel’s frown gradually turned into a smile, and she walked back over to me. She leaned down and kissed me. It wasn’t just a little peck on the cheek, either. Her lips met mine, and we stayed like that for a while. When she finally withdrew from our kiss, her face was red. “Wow, it’s hot in here,” she giggled. “Well, goodnight, Nathan. See you tomorrow.” She walked out of my room, shutting my door behind her.
As I lied on my bed, I felt giddy. My sister had just sucked every bit of cum out of my cock. I never would have thought she would do that. Now more than ever I wanted to fuck her young, sexy body. And I thought that she might be willing to let me do just that.
