I lost my job due to the pandemic and the many, many business closures across the country. I had some savings, but not enough to last. Once my unemployment ran out, I needed to save on cash as much as possible, so I looked into giving up my one-bedroom apartment. At thirty-eight, I was still young enough that I felt I had good prospects for finding employment. Alas, that proved not to be the case.
Jobless, and potentially homeless, I reached out to friends and family. My forty-one year old sister, who lived one state over, gave me an open offer: I could stay with her as long as I needed until I found a new job and was back on my feet. I gratefully accepted, and took up the bedroom vacated by my niece who had gotten married the year before.
My sister, Tabitha, was all too happy to have me around. Divorced, she had only had her daughter, Laney, to keep her company. Once Laney got married, Tabitha was all alone.
When I arrived, she met me at the door and gave me a tight hug. “I’m so happy you’re here!” she said.
I was embarrassed by the reason why, and accepted her warmth and hospitality with humility and gratitude. “I really appreciate this, sis,” I said as I dragged my duffle across the threshold. “I mean it.”
Tab showed me to what would be “my room”. It was sort of small, and still had that “girl’s room” kind of vibe to it-white walls and pink-and-white striped wallpaper. But it was private, and I could have my time alone, and I was thankful.
“Oh, you can decorate it if you wish,” my sister said as she saw my eyes scan my new accommodations. “Laney won’t mind. And I need to accept that she’s grown and moved on with her life.” Tabitha sounded a bit sad, but I was tired from my trip and simply nodded.
“Thanks,” I mumbled again. “This is-fine. Great! This is great.”
My sister gave me a look and smiled appreciatively. “Well, the bathroom is down the hall. Just a shower and toilet. I have the only bath,” she went on as she showed me around the house.
“And that’s about it,” Tabitha finished and turned around to face me. We had ended in the kitchen after she showed me the laundry room, right off the garage. “Towels and linens are in the hall, right outside Laney’s-I mean, your-room.”
I stood there numb as the reality of all I had lost sank in. “Thank you, Tab,” I said. “I hope it won’t be for long.”
My sister pooh-poohed me. “Don’t worry,” she said. “As long as you want. I just hope I don’t scare you away!”
I smiled tiredly down at her. “You won’t.”
She glanced up at me and then grew shy. “Well, I am off to watch a little television. You’re welcome to join me! I do have my usual programs I like to watch, but if there’s anything you want to watch instead…?”
I shrugged. “I’m sure it will be fine. I’m beat, to be honest, and might just want to grab a quick shower and a nap.”
Tabitha nodded. “Very well,” she said. “I’ll make you something when you get up.”
“You don’t have to do that,” I said.
“Oh, I’d be doing it anyway,” she replied. “Is there anything you like? Anything in particular? Do you eat meat, still?”
I nodded. “Yep. Meat, carbs-all the things that aren’t good for me,” I laughed.
Tabitha chuckled. “Me, too.” She paused. “Do you still like lasagna?”
I smiled. “You remember!”
Tabitha laughed. “Of course! You made Mom make it for you for almost every birthday. That, and pie for dessert instead of cake!”
I chuckled. “Cherry pie,” I said. “I remember. God, so many years ago. I haven’t had that in ages!”
“I’ll see if I can find some cherry pie,” Tabitha told me.
“Really-don’t go to any trouble. I don’t want to add to your expenses.”
“Don’t be silly,” my sister said and got up and wrote “pie” on her grocery list. “Just write down anything you need and I’ll get it when I go to the store. I only make a trip once a week…”.
I nodded. “I did the same. This COVID thing changed-well, a LOT of things. No more frequent trips to the store; no movies; no…”
“Job?” Tabitha said. She gazed at me sympathetically. “Really, Brian-I don’t mind you being here. We’ll get through this together. And I really am happy to have you here! A big, strong man around the house-well, it has been a while, I can tell you. I-I’ll feel safer knowing you are around.”
I smiled. “Thank you.”
We had “a moment”-shared gratitude for each other’s presence-and then it got awkward and we shifted, each going our separate ways, me to shower and her to the den.
It felt good to take a hot shower after my nine-hour drive. And with nothing else to do, I unpacked and then took a nap. I woke to the smell of garlic and meat and wandered out to the kitchen. Tabitha was making spaghetti with a meat sauce, and it smelled fantastic.
“Mmmm! Smells good, sis!” I told her as I wafted aromas over my face from the stove.
Tab smiled. “I just hope it tastes good.”
“I’m sure it will be great,” I said.
Standing there, I looked her over, noting the fullness of her breasts beneath her T-shirt, and experienced a stirring of arousal in my body. I felt a rush of embarrassment and quickly diverted my attention, but was surprised when I felt my sister’s arms around me, giving me a warm hug.
“Oh, I am so happy you are here!” she said again, and hugged me tight.
I awkwardly extricated myself, doing that weird backward thrust of the waist to keep my semi-rigid, stirring pocket snake from being felt by accident. “I’m happy, too,” I said.
My sister looked me up and down and motioned for me to sit. “Well, I hope you’re hungry. You look like you’ve lost weight.”
I shrugged. “It’s possible. I haven’t been trying, mind you, but I did scale back on my meals to save a little money.”
“Well, you won’t have to worry about that, now,” Tabitha said and brought me a heaping plate of spaghetti. She poured a ton of sauce on it and set it in front of me. “Wine?” she asked, holding a bottle of red.
“Uh-sure,” I replied. Carbs and wine-I’d be sleeping deeply in not too short an order with that combination.
The meal was fantastic. I only ate one plateful, which was more like a serving-and-a-half, and we shared the entire bottle between us. My sister picked up the dishes, though I started to help. She motioned for me to sit down, pushing me down into my seat when I tried to stand.
“No, no,” she insisted. “Not tonight, anyway. You’re tired from your trip, and I like doing this.” She smiled and reached past me to grab my plate. Her breasts brushed my shoulder as she did so, and I felt a renewed surge of reflexive arousal. Thankfully, I was seated, so my temporary bulge was hidden.
“That was great, sis,” I said warmly. “Thank you.”
Tabitha smiled and rinsed the dishes. I stared at her figure unconsciously as she stood at the sink, taking in her muscular legs and well-rounded ass that were revealed by her pale blue shorts. My sister could lose a few pounds, but she was still a very attractive woman.
MILF? I asked myself as I quietly appraised her body. My cock stirred more firmly in response. I suppose that’s a ‘yes’?
I didn’t pursue the thought any further. I was stuffed and feeling logy, and a little buzzed, to be honest, from all the wine.
“TV?” Tab asked and held her hand out to me and guided me into the den. She gestured at the sofa, and I plopped onto it. She turned on the set and curled up on what I assumed to be “her end”-it had that tell-tale depression in the cushions that suggested constant use.
We watched TV together, not really making conversation, which suited me fine. I was tired, and not terribly social by nature anyway. I did feel a little depressed about not being free to watch my usual programs, leaning more toward sci-fi and action/intrigue. But I was the guest, and I didn’t want to disrupt my sister’s routine. I knew what losing my routine was like.
This was how things went for the next several days. I woke to breakfast made by my sister, or grabbed some cereal, and we ate together. I would go to my room and scroll about looking for work, and then-after maybe an hour or two of that, which left me feeling a bit depressed-I’d have a mid-morning snack and watch a little TV with her. Then it was back to check on any possible responses (there weren’t any) and I browsed for apartments and so on, getting to know the area and what my expenses were likely going to be. It all took a slow toll on me emotionally, to be honest.
And then I’d console myself by browsing for porn on my computer. At home, I’d have tons available to me, and the ability to watch it on my big TV and jerk off to it. Here, I was restricted to my small laptop and jerking off in my room.
Ah well… No big deal, I suppose.
The afternoons were much the same-about an hour of “job hunting,” followed by lunch, and then I’d write. Porn. “Erotica.” I found that I had a rich sexual imagination, and that there were readers out there who enjoyed my fantasies and stories, and so I found some small satisfaction in (hopefully) giving others pleasure in their lives by sharing mine.
I had a few published online, with more in the works, and indulged in working on them-refining them or adding to them, or altering them, and so on-during the afternoon. That became my “work”-writing almost every day, being disciplined about it.
I was startled out of a story by a knock on my bedroom door. I had to close my fly as I often fondled myself while I wrote, my stories often making me rather aroused and horny, and frequently I’d masturbate once I finished a session-to reward myself as well as to relieve myself.
“What’s up?” I asked blearily as I cracked open the door to see my sister standing there.
“Just wanted to see if there was anything you wanted from the store?” Tabitha asked. She spied my laptop on the desk and glanced at me. “How is the job search going?”
I frowned a bit. “Not good,” I admitted. “But I keep looking.”
She reached out and put her hand on my arm. “Don’t stress over it,” she said. “You can stay as long as you want. I am in no rush to get rid of you.”
I smiled a bit at the reminder and nodded. “I can’t think of anything I need,” I said.
“Maybe some hand lotion?” my sister asked, her eyes glimmering with amusement.
I turned and looked back at the desk. I had a small bottle of lotion on the floor next to my chair where I’d set it down in preparation for my masturbating. I turned red.
“Brian!” my sister laughed and pat my chest. “It’s okay! I don’t mind. I’d be surprised if you weren’t from time to time,” she said. “I mean, you don’t have a girlfriend, and haven’t gone on any dates, so…”.
I frowned. “Dates? How can I date anyone when I don’t have a job and I’m living with my sister!” My tone was much more upset than I intended, and Tabitha flinched a bit.
“Bri,” she said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
I shook my head. “No, I’m sorry, Tab. I – I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”
My sister stepped past me and looked down at the laptop screen. “You’re doing some writing?” she asked.
Oh shit! ‘Don’t read, don’t read, don’t read’ I repeated in my head, hoping she wouldn’t take a look.
Naturally, my sister leaned forward and scanned the page. She stood and looked at me. “Porn?” she asked.
I blushed. “Erotica,” I replied. “At least, I hope it is. I’d like to think it is a step above ‘porn’.”
My sister grinned playfully and turned back to my laptop. “I can always look it over, if you’d like…”.
I was stunned by that. “You-you would?”
“Sure,” Tabitha said as she turned back to me. “I mean, I like a good trashy romance novel. I don’t see how this would be any different.”
I gazed at her uncertainly. “I guess…”.
Tabitha smiled and crossed over to me. “It would be fun,” she said. “Like having my own personal novelist.”
I smiled back at her. “I suppose I could…” I replied. “But, uh-some of this is just sex, you know? I mean, no romance, just-fucking…”.
Tab quirked a grin. “I know,” she told me. “I saw that with your current-scene?”
I felt myself turn red once more, and she chuckled. “Oh, Brian-don’t be such a prude! I like sex! I masturbate, too, so don’t think you’re the only one who gets horny. And I like a little porn from time to time, so don’t feel weird or embarrassed about sharing your writing with me.”
I looked down at her and felt my shame fade away. “Really? I mean-well, sure-yeah, alright. I’ll show you some of my stuff, if you’re interested, and you can-maybe-give me feedback? What you liked and what didn’t work and so on? It might make my stuff better.”
Tabitha smiled. “Who knows?’ she said as she walked past me. “Maybe this is how you’ll make your living? Anais Nin did.”
“Anais Nin? A female writer from the thirties and forties? She wrote erotica, along with Henry Miller and Gore Vidal. She became known for her erotic writings.”
“I doubt I’d make much at it, but-well, who knows? That’s not why I write it, but-…” I shrugged.
Tabitha touched my arm supportively and disappeared down the hall. “You never know, Bri,” she said. “Maybe I’ll be your patron and pay you to write!” She laughed and left me to my work.
Tabitha being okay with the subject of sex made me more relaxed about it and I felt less like I was hiding in my room and more like I had a space where I was free to create. I felt a twinge of optimism for the first time in a long while!
Once I finished writing, I was hard and horny-my usual state when I finished a session. And after my sister’s visit, and her admissions about sex and porn and masturbating, I felt a strange elation as I jerked off this time. I found myself thinking about Tab’s body, and it made me really aroused. The fantasy of seeing her large, bare breasts and shooting my cum all over them brought me to an intense climax in short order.
“Whoa, Brian!” I told myself as I cleaned up my mess. “That was quite a load!” I was calmer and a bit drowsy now that I had made myself cum, and went and flushed my tissues and wandered into the den where my sister was watching her soaps.
“Hey,” I murmured as I sank onto the sofa.
“Hey,” Tabitha replied, and stretched out, putting her feet on my thigh as she lay on her side, pillow under her head. “Good session?” she asked nonchalantly.
“Yeah,” I mumbled. “You could say that.”
My sister looked at me, curious. “I can’t wait to read it,” she said after an empty pause. She shifted to lay on her back, putting both her feet on my lap. I absently started massaging them.
“Mmmm-Brian…” Tabitha purred and stretched like a cat. “That feels very nice…”.
I paid more attention to her feet. “Yeah? Well, no problem,” I replied. “Any time.”
My sister grinned pleasantly. “Live-in novelist AND masseuse? I think you’re going to earn your keep very nicely here!” she laughed.
I smiled and continued working on her feet. She had very nice feet, actually, as well as her strong, athletic legs. She wasn’t tall, but-man-was she built! I started to get another erection as I massaged her.
Tab closed her eyes, making little sounds of enjoyment. I stared at her body, wishing I could see more…
“If you’d like a more thorough massage…?” I offered, raising an eyebrow.
My sister opened her eyes dreamily. “Maybe later,” she muttered and cooed as I pressed really deeply into her soles. “I think I’ll be ready for a nap soon if you keep this up!”
I debated continuing or stopping, having offered an opening to a more complete viewing (and enjoyment) of my sister’s treasures. I felt a little disappointed she declined, but opted to continue.
Tabitha fell asleep, and I snuck away to my room where I sat down and started a fresh story.
I was startled out of my reverie by a knock on my door some time later. I had become so engrossed with my writing, I lost all track of time.
Tabitha poked her head in and smiled shyly when she saw me at my laptop. I had one hand on the keyboard and the other in my lap, hidden by my body from her vantage, but it was pretty clear what I was doing.
“Oops! Sorry!” Tab said, a little flustered. “I didn’t realize…”. She started to close the door as she backed out.
“No, it’s okay, sis,” I said as I looked over my shoulder. Tab had changed into her usual T-shirt and shorts. The way her shirt hung on her accented how huge her breasts were-like two cantaloupe melons hidden by a swath of cotton fabric. My lust surged at the sight.
“If you’re-busy,” she said, “I can always hold it for you…”.
“No, I’ll be there,” I answered. “I’m almost done here anyway. I can only write for a block of time before I need to take a break. Things get-fuzzy-and I find I do better if I leave it for a while.”
My sister nodded. She looked poised to say something, but then withdrew, backing out and closing the door behind her.
That was strange, I thought, and resumed stroking myself off as I reread my latest story.
“Can’t let Tab read this one!” I mused as I put my laptop to sleep and gathered up my latest mess of tissues. “She’d recognize whom I am writing about in this one too easily!”
I cleaned up and went to dine with my sister.
Later that night as I went down the hall to pee, I heard a sound from my sister’s room and went to investigate. Her door was mostly closed-but “mostly closed” is still “partly open” (to misquote a favorite movie), and I looked in. Tabitha was laying on her bed face up, one hand under her night shirt and the other pressing into her groin.
Holy shit! Tab’s masturbating! I was enthralled and stood watching her. I drew out my hard cock and spit into my hand and started stroking myself. Holy shit, sis-you’re incredible!
By the light from outside coming in through her window, I could see her fairly clearly as she writhed and moaned, rubbing her pussy and clasping her tits. My sister chewed her lower lip, making exquisite faces of ecstasy as she brought herself to climax. To my surprise and delight, though, she didn’t stop, but whimpered and resumed, pushing both hands into her groin and rubbing herself furiously.
Holy shit, Tab! What’s gotten into you?
I watched until she made herself climax twice more before settling down into a more relaxed slumber.
I snuck away, awed by what I had seen.
Holy moly… I have to include that in my story! I thought as I quietly hurried to the bathroom and drained my bladder. I went to my room and lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying Tabitha’s masturbation over and over in my head.
God! She’s amazing! If only we weren’t brother and sister…
I still held to that social taboo, even if I wrote about sibling sex in my Literotica stories. Fantasizing is one thing, but doing it for real? That was something I didn’t dare follow consciously. I let myself imagine it, sure-but to seriously consider it? That was too frightening.
Life continued in this fashion for a few weeks. Me looking for work, and writing and masturbating. I worked on a few different stories, and shared the “safer ones” with Tabitha. My sister was a fair critic-praising me for what she liked, and criticizing what she didn’t.
“I really loved the sex scene here,” she said, and was a little breathless and flushed as she had just reread it. “I found myself swept up by his lust, and found myself appreciating a male’s perspective on what he enjoys about sex-what he wanted to do, and loved doing to his partner.
“But,” she said with an apologetic look, “with this one, I felt it was too rushed. Too contrived-like you glossed over the WHY he wanted to fuck his teacher, and some of HOW he managed to seduce her, playing on her signs of arousal and interest, and went right to the sex.” She handed my laptop back to me and gazed at me with an odd expression. “The sex was hot, don’t get me wrong!” she chuckled and fanned herself. “But I want more of the why, more of the characters, so it feels a little more-real?”
I frowned and nodded. “Yeah, I get that,” I muttered. Naturally I was disappointed, though Tab was trying her best to let me know that overall she liked it. That she really liked it. But I have a tendency to focus on what isn’t working so that I can fix it and make it “right”.
Tab pouted just a bit. “Brian,” she said. “It’s still very good! I mean, it got me-wet,” she blushed and looked away a moment. “If I was alone here, I’d be in my room playing with myself right now because of it.”
I looked at her, recalling her from the night I had seen her masturbating. “Yeah?”
“Yes,” Tab replied and gazed at me. When she saw I was accepting her feedback, and that she was actually complimenting me, she seemed to relax a little and became a bit playful. “In fact, I’ll probably go and do that as soon as we’re done talking…”.
I felt a rush go through me. “You will?” I asked, and then caught myself and tried to act more casual and less interested. “I mean, yeah-okay, good.”
Tabitha grinned. “Good? Well, I’m glad you approve,” she joked, teasing me.
I kept looking down at her chest, and my sister-who must have grown so used to it by men that it was second nature-grinned and waved her hands at me.
“I’m up here!” she laughed. “Though I’m glad you like the twins,” she said and cupped her magnificent breasts through her shirt. “At my age, it’s nice that they still garner such positive attention.”
“If that were true,” I teased, “you’d walk around in just a bra and panties. Or just panties.”
My sister made an “oh!” expression, and laughed. She jiggled her tits. “Sorry, little brother, but these melons NEED a bra. Otherwise, they’d hang down around my waist, they’re so heavy.”
I smiled. “Well,” I said, “they’re pretty spectacular, sis. And it is a shame, a criminal shame, that you keep them hidden all the time. I mean, strangers and guests I can see you not wanting to share them. But with family?”
Tabitha chuckled. “Uh oh,” she laughed. “This is starting to sound like one of your stories!”
I gazed at her, trying not to betray my secret. “Would that bother you?” I asked.
“What?” Tab asked. “Would what bother me?”
“Incest fantasies?” I said.
My sister went quiet, her face puzzling. “I-uh… I don’t know,” she answered, embarrassed or reluctant, I couldn’t tell which. “Did you-do you write any?”
I considered a moment before nodding. “A few.”
Tabitha took a moment, pondering, before she asked, “Can I-read one of them?”
I nodded. “Sure. But just to be clear-these are fantasies. They’re just a form of eroticism. I don’t seriously promote the kind of abuse that is typically what most people think of when they hear the word ‘incest’.”
Tab nodded. “I understand,” she said. “So any ‘Mommy and Me’ porn is really just about an idea that is somehow-…”
“More sexy,” I said. “Because of the taboo, I guess.”
Tab could see that. “So-nothing forced? No familial rape or non-consensual incest.”
I shook my head. “Not mine. There may be people who get off to that, but I don’t write it.”
My sister pondered. “Well, I’d like to read at least one, if you don’t mind?”
I shook my head. “Not at all.” I went to my Literotica site and showed her my listings. “They designate the type of story, and you can see…”.
“Wow! You’ve got quite a few!” my sister whistled in surprise.
“Well, a few. Compared to some authors on there, I am just a fledgling.”
“Still, Brian,” Tab said. “You’ve put a lot of work into these. I had no idea!” My sister perused the site, and I stepped back to let her read.
“I’ll go for a walk,” I said. “And give you some privacy.”
Tab nodded and waved me away, already delving into my secret world of erotic stories.
God, Brian! I derided myself. What are you doing? She’s going to freak, and tell you to leave!
I chewed over and worried about my decision to let Tabitha see, without restriction, all of my Literotica works.
At least the one based on her isn’t in there! I comforted myself. If she saw that!
I went for a long walk and came home to a quiet household. I went to the den, but Tabitha wasn’t there.
I crept to her bedroom and heard the telltale sighs and whimpers that told me she was masturbating.
That’s a good sign, right? I asked myself. She’s enjoying my stories, so she must be okay with it, right?
I went to the den and watched TV. I was wishing I could know which stories Tab was reading, which she was getting aroused by, and had to wait.
My sister shuffled out in her night shirt and slippers. She blearily handed me my laptop, not saying a word, and started to shuffle away. But then she stopped, turned around and bent down close to me.
I looked at her, wondering, curious about her reaction. Tabitha leaned forward and kissed my lips lightly. It was a sisterly kiss, but-damn if it didn’t shoot a spark through me!
“You’re a very talented writer,” Tabitha said to me and then wandered away with a happy, almost dreamy, expression.
I sat there with my laptop. What the Hell happened?
I wasn’t sure what would change, if anything, but whatever worries I had quickly disappeared. Tabitha treated me the same as before-more warmly, if anything. She encouraged me to write more than worry about finding work.
“Really, Brian-you could get paid for some of these,” she said after reading yet another new story. “You should look into it. Women’s erotica is a fairly good market, or so I understand. We-and by that I mean ‘we women’-appreciate erotica more than men. You all tend toward porn.” She chuckled.
“Oh, now, that’s unfair,” I replied. “I like erotica, too! In fact, most of my porn is more erotic than-well, pornographic!”
My sister snickered and looked up at me. “Oh really? Why don’t you show me what you like?”
I felt defensive, and a little triggered, and so I took her up on her dare. “Alright!” I said and retrieved my backup drive from my room. I slid it into the slot on the TV to accept the media, and I switched on the set and opened my folders.
Tab sat down on the sofa, watching me, amused and curious. She didn’t say anything but let me select my samples.
“Okay-here,” I said and played one of my favorites. “It’s girl/girl, but it is done very erotically, very sensually and artistically.”
I sat and waited, finding myself calming down but also getting terribly aroused. These were my favorite videos, and I had watched them so many times they produced a sort of Pavlovian arousal in me.
I glanced at Tab, who sat watching quietly, sinking into her space on the sofa. She watched the entire scene without a word, and then glanced at me once it was over. Her expression was-strange.
“And?” she prompted, her voice soft, not judging or commanding.
“More?” I asked, gauging her reaction.
Tabitha nodded and waited as I selected another. This was male/female, and there was a lot of oral sex, mainly by the woman on the man. But this, too, was done artistically, letting the viewer enjoy the sex between the actors without zooming in on a cock or pussy excessively. Yes, it had the obligatory cumshot, but I found it terribly erotic the way the woman really seemed to savor the splash of the man’s jizz as it landed on her, across her face and onto her neck and breasts.
I heard my sister exhale a silent “whoa”.
“Well?” I asked, and turned to her.
My sister was flush, and suddenly shy with me. She had been chewing her lower lip, and her hands were twisting each other absently.
“It was-nice,” Tab said at last, being non-committal.
“Nice? That’s all? Just ‘nice’?”
Tab looked at me, and smiled shyly. “Okay-those were very-erotic,” she admitted. She took a moment to collect herself. “And I apologize for my generalization about men and porn.”
I accepted her apology gracefully. “Thank you.”
Tabitha studied me a moment, considering something. “Would you like to-to see what I find erotic?” she asked.
My heart skipped a beat. “Y-yeah,” I muttered a reply. “Sure-yes.”
My sister slid from the sofa and switched on the DVD player. Then she left the room and came back with a DVD case and selected one. She put it in and sat down, pulling a sofa pillow onto her stomach and holding it, hiding behind it.
“I hope you enjoy it,” she said quietly, and gave me a nervous glance.
I nodded and settled back to watch.
My sister’s porn was also very nice. Erotically and professionally shot, though it featured almost exclusively boy/girl sex. Lots of fucking, but shot with long sections of penetration and oral sex. Slow. The first scene took twenty minutes before the cumshot.
“Whew!” I exhaled and realized I had been holding my breath for parts of it. I looked at my sister who watched me cautiously. “That was nice, sis!” I told her.
“Really?” she asked, surprised and relieved, I guess.
“Yeah. Longer than my stuff. I confess, men do tend to get off quick-we get to the finish faster with our videos. Not all men,” I held up my hand in defense. “But, in general, yes-we don’t take as much time to explore the sensuality of a scene as women. Who did this?”
My sister smiled warmly at me. “It is by women-produced, written, and directed-for women. I got it online a while ago. Shortly after my divorce, actually. I-needed something that was sexy but also caring.”
“Not just a quick fuck?” I joked.
Tab quirked a smile. “Sometimes,” she admitted. “But only sometimes. I wanted something more romantic than pornographic.”
“Well, that certainly was that,” I acknowledged. We sat and gazed at one another for a bit. It was another one of those “moments”.
“Is that why you write?” my sister asked. She was quite sincere, and I appreciated her interest.
I shrugged. “I do it because I can,” I said. “I can’t explain it. I just get scenes in my head, and I’ve always had to get them down, to get them out. Being on my own, I have used my imagination to-uh, fulfill some needs that I’m not getting.”
My sister smiled faintly. “Like?”
I stared at her, taking in her attractiveness and sexiness. “Sex, obviously,” I said and grinned bashfully.
“So you wrote to fulfill yourself sexually?”
I nodded. “To a degree, yes.”
Tab took that in. “And so these sexual fantasies were fulfilling something you felt you were lacking in your life?”
“I guess that explains why your stories are more-caring-than others,” she murmured and gazed at me with strange warmth and appreciation, as well as something I saw as amusement?
My sister leaned back and put her feet on my thigh and started rubbing me with them gently. Her DVD was playing another scene, and she smiled sensually, and then stared at me with an odd gleam.
I was going to ask her what she was thinking when her foot pressed onto my cock, and then she ran it gently up and down my bulge. When I looked at her, she watched me, interested in my response.
“Do you want me to stop?” she asked quietly.
I shook my head slowly.
Tab smiled. “Good,” she murmured and ran her foot up and down my shaft more deliberately. “Could you cum from this?” she asked.
I swallowed. “Yeah, I bet I could,” I answered hoarsely.
My sister smiled more sensually. “Take it out,” she said. “Your cock. Take it out.”
I stared at her. “Tab…” I was resisting it.
“Take it out,” she repeated in the same tone. It wasn’t an order, really, but her interest was very clear.
“Are you sure?” I asked her, half-hoping she’d say no, and half-fearing it at the same time.
Tabitha nodded. “Yes.” She pressed her foot firmly on my cock. “I want to see it.”
I stood and undid my pants and let them fall to my ankles, then sat down again. Tabitha was staring at my hard cock with an odd fascination, and she put both feet on it and caressed it, awkwardly, with them.
“Does that feel nice?” she asked.
“Yes,” I answered. “If a bit strange.”
She chewed her lower lip, and her eyes glimmered with sexual playfulness. Tabitha reached under the end table and tossed me a bottle of hand lotion. “Will that make it better?”
I smiled and nodded. “Yeah-thanks!” I squirt some on and she smoothed it over me with her feet.
“Do you think I have nice feet?” she asked.
She brightened at that, and got a more wicked expression. “And what about my legs?” she asked and stretched them out, turning them to let me see them better.
“Yes-great legs, Tab,” I answered.
My sister resumed rubbing my cock with her feet. “What about my pussy?” she asked.
I gazed at her. “I don’t know. I can’t see it,” I told her.
My sister paused, then reached down and slid off her shorts and panties. She put her feet back on my cock, and parted her thighs a bit and let me see. “And now?” she asked.
I stared and nodded. “Lovely,” I murmured. “Beautiful!”
Tab smiled, greatly pleased. She reached down and caressed herself when she saw my intent gaze.
“Do you want to see me play with myself while I caress you?”
I nodded. “God, yes!” I croaked, barely able to contain myself.
My sister stared at me, eyes darkly indulgent, as she spread her pussy for me and caressed herself. She was chewing her lip again-a sign I was to learn that marked a high state of arousal with her-and pressed my cock firmly against my belly. She slid her sole up and down my hard shaft, and toyed with the tip the best she could with her toes. It was an odd but very pleasurable sensation.
“Bri?” she spoke, her breath short and rapid. “Do you want me?”
I nodded. “God, yes, Tab. Yes!”
Tabitha suddenly shuddered and arched, pressing her fingers deep into her pussy. “Ohhhhh, God! Uhhhhnnn!!” She came.
I was close to popping, but since my sister had been massaging my cock with her feet and had stopped when she came, I was left short. But when she opened her eyes and looked at me, I was overcome by a new desire, and I moved to position myself over her.
I looked down at my sister and saw the desire and fear in her eyes that I am sure she saw in mine, and she made the smallest nod. Encouraged, I slid my cock into her hot, wet pussy.
“Oh, my God, sis!” I groaned aloud. “You feel so good!”
My sister whimpered and nodded. “You do, too!”
I pumped slowly in and out, and rapidly gained speed. I was too turned on to hold back any more. “Oh, God, Tab! I’m going to cum!!”
Tabitha clutched me to her, wrapping her legs around me and drawing me in tight. “Oh, Brian!” she cried. “Oh, cum in me! Do it! Ohhhh!!”
I moaned long and loud as I came, pushing my cock as deep into my sister’s pussy as I could. “Oh, God, Tab!” I groaned. “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming in you! I can’t help it! I can’t help it!”
Tabitha was crying and holding me in the tightest embrace. She bit my shoulder, nodding. “Do it, Brian! I want you to! I want your cum! Oh, I want your cum in me! Fill me up!”
I came and came, my cock pulsing long after I had spent any jizz I had. It was the most powerful orgasm of my life!
Finally, I was spent, and the lust and desire started to fade. I lay on my sister, panting, catching my breath. Tabitha clung to me, crying. I wasn’t sure why. Had we crossed a line we shouldn’t have? But it did feel good to be on top of her, and inside of her, I can’t deny. But what it meant…?
Tabitha finally released me, and I slowly withdrew from her. Hot jizz flowed out of her pussy, spilling down her ass and onto the sofa.
“Whoops!” I mumbled and shifted to sit in my space again. I stared at my sister, uncertain, and a little scared. What had we done?
Tab’s eyes were closed and she needed a moment to collect herself. She wiped her nose and then grabbed a tissue and blew it. Then she gazed at me. “Bri…”.
I gazed back. “Yeah. I know.”
We sat there silently. I hung my head, and my sister started crying again.
“Oh, Brian!” she cried. “You-you’re going to leave me, and I’ll be all alone again! And I don’t want to be alone any more!”
I went to her and held her as she clung to me. I was weeping, too, by now. “Shhh! Shhh. It’s alright. It’s fine. You won’t be alone!”
Tabitha shook her head, refusing to believe me. “I don’t-I can’t. I don’t want this to end!”
I caressed her, stroking her hair, and snuggling into her neck. “Shhhh, sis. Shhhh,” I soothed. “You won’t be alone.”
Tab calmed down some and sniffled. “Really?”
I smiled at her weakly. I was tired physically, and emotionally uncertain. “Really,” I said.
I didn’t promise that I would stay with her forever. I didn’t commit to being her “boyfriend” or anything like that. I couldn’t. But I did feel that my sister would do fine.
“Tab,” I said and caressed her. “You’re beautiful. You’re hot, and sexy. You have an incredible body, and you’re loving and caring! You won’t be alone.”
My sister didn’t press, but sank into my chest and took a few calming breaths. “Thank you, Brian,” she sighed. “I needed that.”
I smiled and kissed the top of her head. “And now-we need to clean up this mess we made,” I muttered and slowly stood. My cock was half-limp, and covered with cum, and my sister grinned at it.
“Did we really do that?” she asked with a shy laugh. She shook her head. “I can’t believe it. Just like one of your stories…”.
I chuckled and pulled up my pants. I glanced at the TV where my sister’s porn still played. A man was taking a woman doggy-style and it was going on and on, and it was clear he was about to cum.
Tabitha laughed. “Well, I guess I don’t need that any more!”
I felt a stab of remorse. I looked at my sister and realized: There’s no future in this. We can’t become lovers. Not only was it illegal, but it was immoral-totally socially unacceptable. We couldn’t have a long, intimate, loving relationship. Could we?
My sister blushed as she dabbed the cum from off the sofa. She looked at me shyly as I stared down at her. “What?” she asked. “What is it, Brian?”
I couldn’t say. I watched her from an entirely new place, now. What was wrong with it? I asked myself. She is sexy and attractive. She is sweet and caring. If she wasn’t my sister, I’d totally be attracted to her romantically as well as physically.
“Nothing,” I mumbled and helped straighten things up. “Nothing. I’m fine,” I told her. I watched her as she stood, and was stirred up again by the press of her full breasts under her shirt.
Tab looked down at herself then back at me. “What is it?” she asked, suspecting the answer. “Is it-do you really want to see the twins?” she laughed.
Tab grinned and shook her head. She pulled her shirt off, and smiled at my reaction. She cupped her large breasts and gazed at them with curious interest. “What do you find so amazing about them?”
I laughed and shook my head. “I don’t know, sis, but they are pretty amazing.”
She smiled at the compliment and got down in front of me. She proffered them to me, putting the nipples close to my face. “Really?”
I grinned wolfishly and flicked one with my tongue. “Yes,” I said. “They really are.”
Tabitha sighed as I pulled her close and started suckling on her breasts. “Oh, Brian…” she moaned softly.
I pressed her back onto the sofa, burying my face in her tits, and lavishing them with my tongue. I kissed her, my hunger mounting with each second, and she shivered and sighed as I once again slipped my cock into her pussy.
“God, sis,” I growled. “You’re so fucking hot! And wet!”
Tabitha chuckled sexily. She chewed her lip and gazed up at me, pulling me in with her legs behind my ass. “Because of you, Bri,” she said huskily. “You make me so hot and wet…”.
I fucked her with long, deep, slow thrusts. “Is it just that? Or is it because I’m your brother?” I asked rhetorically. I pushed myself as deep as I could go, making her whimper. “Hmmm? Is that it? You get so hot and wet because you want to be fucked by your brother?”
Tabitha writhed and moaned, nodding. “God, yes, Bri…! Oh, fuck me! Fuck your older sister!”
I did. I fucked her hard. And after she came, I turned her around and took her from behind, doggy-style.
“You-feel-so-fucking-good!” I growled, pounding into her fiercely.
My sister cried and bucked against me. “Ohhhhhhh, Brian! Ohhhhhh!!”
I made her cum again, and then rolled her back over and returned to missionary.
“I want to see you when I cum,” I snarled hungrily at her. “I want to look into your eyes as I cum inside your pussy!”
Tabitha chewed her lip, nodding and whimpering with pleasure. “Do, Brian! Do it! Ohhhh!” She stared at me intently as I thrust harder and faster.
“I’m going to cum again, sis! I’m going to cum in you!”
“Do it!” she cried. “Do it, Brian!”
I came. I had very little jizz left, but my body still tried. I went taut and still, grasping her roughly, my body exhaling in one long, silent scream of utter release. “Oooo-ahhhhhh-uhhhnnn!”
I lowered myself on my sister, weak and spent. She held me, and caressed my neck and shoulders. She kissed my cheek and ear, and hugged me quietly.
I caught my breath and leaned up to gaze at her. She smiled at me and I bent down and kissed her sweetly-a lover’s kiss, though different than any I’d ever experienced before.
“Well,” Tabitha sighed contentedly. “That was-a nice surprise…”.
I chuckled wearily. “Yes. Yes it was. I haven’t-God, I haven’t done anything like that in a long, long time!”
Tabitha eyed me with amusement. “What do you mean? You haven’t been fucking some other sister before, have you?” She laughed.
I grinned and snuggled into her, savoring the feel of her full breasts under my chest. I scooted lower so I could nestle my head on them, and kissed them appreciatively.
“Made love. Had sex. Fucked!” I answered her, and laughed. I looked at her, gazing at her face and her blissful, satisfied expression.
“Made love,” Tabitha murmured softly, sweetly. She grinned and hugged me. “Well, okay-fucked. But it was a very loving fuck, wasn’t it?”
I nodded. “Definitely.”
We stayed that way for quite a while, just basking in each other’s embrace.
“So, what happens now?” Tabitha asked, a little cautiously.
I shrugged gently. “I have no idea. It’s not like we can openly be together. And, really, sis,” I said and looked at her, “this may have been a one-time thing, you know? Just the two of us letting off steam?”
Tabitha thought about it. “Maybe,” she admitted. “But, damn, Brian! You did seduce me with your stories and openness and all that!” She bat me playfully, then hugged me and kissed me again. “I don’t know. I mean, you’re right-what could we really do openly? It’s not like we could fall in love and get married.”
I nodded. “Exactly.” I looked at her, and caressed her face. “But this was beautiful, sis. Better than anything I’ve written, that’s for sure!” She smiled thankfully and kissed me again. “And who’s to say?” I added with a sly grin. “While it is just the two of us, and for the time being, why can’t we fuck each other’s brains out whenever we want?”
Tabitha chuckled and bat me again, then drew me down and kissed me deeply, sweetly, sensually. She fondled my sticky cock and grinned as she felt it stir. “I agree,” she said and swapped places with me. She kissed and licked her way down my body and then started licking and sucking my cock. “There’s no reason we can’t enjoy our time together while we can.”
Tab managed to get me fully erect again in short order, and then lowered herself onto me, taking me into her hot, wet pussy. “Oh, Brian!” she moaned as she fucked me with growing speed. “We are so wicked!”
I smiled up at her and played with her breasts while she fucked me. I pulled her down and kissed her hungrily as she rode me until she came.
I was truly spent, and let her know I wouldn’t be able to ejaculate any more for a while. But I happily went down on her again and again, making her have climax after climax, until she let me know she couldn’t take any more.
Exhausted, we lay together on the sofa as the room darkened and our bodies cooled.
“Whew,” I said at last and sniffed myself. “I need a shower.”
Tabitha nodded and let me help her stand. She leaned against me, and held me a moment. “Yeah,” she yawned and stretched. “Me, too.” She grinned up at me. “Care to shower together?”
I smiled and walked with her, hand-in-hand. “I’d love to,” I said, and put my arm around her waist.
I don’t know what the future holds for us. I don’t know what tomorrow may bring. But, for now, I am happy and content, and I am enjoying this special thing between us while it lasts.