Confessions of a Sister in Love

INCEST sexual activity between people who are closely related, such as a parent and child, or brother and sister.

… I knew exactly what incest meant. I knew it was wrong to have these feelings…But ever since I was a little girl, my big brother was my hero.

When I watched him, as I was watching him now… his broad , tan, shirtless back

to me as he plowed furrows for our grandma’s garden, there was a longing… always this ache of wanting something that I shouldn’t want. Needing something that I shouldn’t need.

Always, just under the surface, was this feeling… growing more intense, year after year.

Since he’d gone away to college, his muscles had become bigger, more defined; his jaw, more firm and square. I loved to sit in the sun and stare at his profile as he worked- so handsome, so rugged. SO. perfectly gorgeous!

As if he could feel my eyes on him, he looked up and offered his little sister a huge, happy smile as he made another pass by where I had my blanket sprawled out. Princess wasn’t helping, of course, just lazing about in the field and secretly daydreaming- feeling slightly guilty when that familiar wetness drenched her panties.

…. was it my imagination, or did his eyes move over my body as he just went by?

I made EVERY effort to make him look today when I got ready! My hot little white bikini top showing my cleavage. My tits were small, but so round and perky- nipples perfectly pink. I looked up at him again as he stopped and hopped down from the tractor, and I could feel them standing straight out against the thin fabric of my bikini top, betraying me… I tried to play it cool, eyes closing, appearing disinterested as he walked closer and stood above me, looking down.

With my eyes closed, I couldn’t see the look on his face…
That hard swallow, as if there was a lump forming in his throat.
Shifting slightly as he stared down at my perfect young body…

He quickly snapped out of it, nudging my my hip with the toe of his boot. My eyes popped open, and stared up into his. He looked down, with a mock-angry expression, and said “Thanks for all your help today, sis. I know you’re tired from all your hard work, but what say when “we’re” done here, we get cleaned up and go out to dinner?”

Ohmygosh! A night out with the hottest guy in town… even if he IS my brother!
I smiled happily, LOVING the idea of having him ALL to myself … until he said,
“I’ll call Julie, and we’ll all go out for dinner and a movie! I know she’s bored,

being home from school too..  parents gone, no one to hang out with.”

The wind got knocked instantly out of my sails. JULIE. *sigh*. My arch nemesis, a.k.a. my brother’s girlfriend. Why couldn’t she have just stayed at school and let me have him over spring break? Julie is ALWAYS around. I felt miserable, but tried not to let it show. Meanwhile, my brother saw my smile falter instantly at the mention of her name, and sat down next to me on my blanket as I sat up, rubbing my eyes and trying to seem casual, like I wasn’t pouting. Truth be told, that sad little look pleased him very much. He knew I was jealous of Julie, and he was secretly glad that I didn’t want to share him.

He smiled, hand moving up to tuck my hair behind my ear as he said softly, “Elle… you don’t like Julie, do you?” I flushed hotly and looked away from him, but he caught my chin in his hand and forced me to look up. I said nothing, but he looked a little troubled when my eyes misted over…Just as he was my hero, I was his Princess, and he didn’t like seeing me upset. Suddenly, I felt the palm of his big, strong hand pressing against my chest, pushing me backward until i was flat on my back… I closed my eyes, unsure of what was happening, exactly. I felt his body settle next to me as he curled up on his side, propped up on one elbow, looking down on me. I could feel his mouth right next to my ear.

“Why don’t you like her?” he asked softly, staring right into my eyes.
I noticed how heavily I was breathing… and how heavily HE was breathing.
His hand lightly stroked my stomach, making me gasp.
I couldn’t hold it back any longer… when I looked into his eyes, I WANTED to tell him!
Ever the blazing redhead, I said, fiercely, “Because you are MINE!!! NOT hers! I don’t want to share you with her, I’ve NEVER wanted to share you with her! I HATE watching you touch her… kiss her…because I wish it was ME you were touching and kissing!”

Horrified, I tried to look away, but he forced me to look at him. I didn’t realize his lips were going crush down onto mine until he actually kissed me.That kiss seemed to last forever… and it was so… RIGHT. How could something so wrong, feel SO right?

No other guy had EVER touched me so passionately or kissed me so intensely!

My body melted against him, and in that instant, I became HIS.

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