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Utter Love

Category: Incest
01.10.2016
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Jill barely knocked before she entered Jake’s room, “Have you been into my underwear?”

Jake was curled on his bed, reading a magazine. He didn’t look up, “Of course, I’m a man.”

“A boy.”

Jake laughed, “When it comes to women’s underwear, it’s the same thing.”

“Why?”

Jake looked at his sister and was relieved to see that she really wasn’t angry so much as just ticked. “Well, have you looked at ours? They’re boring. Yours, though. They’re soft, delicate, colourful. They’re pretty and sexy, that’s why men love them. And anyway, I haven’t been into your underwear. They were there, I admired them and I put them on your bed, not a big deal.”

Jake’s reasonable and unaffected answer made Jill feel a little silly, so she turned and left the room.

During the past few years, the two hours between when they both got home from school and when their parents got home from work had always been a quiet time for the sister and brother. They rarely spoke to each other before supper, never at any length, but with the underwear incident that changed. It was as if the panties created a shared experience, a shared intimacy that had to be explored.

Jill was in first year at the local community college while Jake was finishing his final year at high school. Youth had been an awkward time for both of them, for a number of reasons.

First, while their parents were very religious, both siblings were indifferent and their resistance to their parent’s beliefs created an ever-widening gulf between them.

Second, neither Jill nor Jake were particularly attractive. They weren’t ugly, it’s just that their bits and pieces were fixed at odd angles, making them both ‘near misses.’ But neither was worried about it. They had seen early pictures of their mother and while they looked like she did in her youth, a near miss, they could expect to look like she did as a mature adult, stunningly attractive.

Third, neither sister or brother were joiners, both would rather spend time alone then suffer the fools of convention, and this led to the fifth reason why youth had been difficult: both were no-nonsense individuals, more interested in what could be, then what is.

So all in all, youth had been a lonely time for both, neither had many friends and neither had ever enjoyed a romantic interest. But, that said, both were responsible and mature and were poised to blossom in their adult years.

The knock was louder the next day when Jill came into Jake’s room. “Do you have a moment?”

“Of course,” Jake spun around from his computer and motioned his sister to sit on the bed, “is it about the panties?”

Jill laughed, “No, I decided not to bring that up again … Although I don’t get it.”

Jake shrugged his shoulder without a trace of embarrassment, “Nor do I, but if every man does it, who am I to resist.”

“But ‘does’ what exactly?” This had been bothering Jill for the past 24 hours. She could understand that underwear was like lingerie, designed to entice, but entice the female body, not attract attention to itself. What did men actually do with panties?

“Look at them, feel the material and … hey, don’t freak, but, maybe, sniff them.”

“You’re kidding?” Jill’s eyes were wide with fascination.

“Hey, it’s what we do.”

Jill was trying hard to understand. “Do you do it with mum’s, too?”

For the first time Jake showed discomfort, “I used to, but I don’t any more.”

“Just mine.”

Jake shrugged.

“Do you masturbate with them?”

Jake gave an exaggerated smile.

Jill laughed, more a laugh of surprise then humour, then she got to her feet, “Well, live and learn,” she said with a laugh as she walked to the door, but once there she remember why she had come, “Do you want to go to a movie Friday night?”

Jake was fidgeting 10 minutes into the film. He hated chick flicks and his sister knew it, that’s why she took his hand, squeezed it, and whispered in his ear, “Sorry, I honestly didn’t know.” But when she sat back in her seat she didn’t let go of his hand, nor did he let go of hers.

There’s a lot to think about when you’re sitting in a blackened theatre for an hour and a half during a really boring film while holding your sister’s hand. You start by wondering why you have a growing hard on and it kind of goes from there. Physically connected as you are, you think of all the good things about the person you’re with, and Jake was flooded with good thoughts and memories of his sister.

They had never been particularly close, always preferring independence to close friendship, but they had always been fiercely supportive of each other; they had a bond that both knew would last forever; a bond based on respect: both had total confidence in the other, confident that the other would consistently make the right decisions. That’s why the hand-holding seemed so natural: if they both wanted to stay connected, it must be right.

When the lights came on and they left their seats Jake brushed by his sister’s large tub of popcorn and noted that it hadn’t been touched.

They were in the car now. “Coffee?”

“Sure, as long as we don’t have to discuss the film.”

Jill was driving but stole a glance at her brother. “Bad wasn’t it.”

“I don’t know, I tuned out at the first kiss.”

The cups were before them. “I wonder how many brothers and sisters are out on a date on Friday night?”

Jake laughed, “Is this a date?”

“You know what I mean,” Jill took a sip from her coffee.

Jake looked around the busy coffee shop, “Probably lots.”

“Why didn’t you let go of my hand?”

The question blindsided Jake, all he could think of saying was, “Why didn’t you?”

Jill smiled, “I don’t know, I asked myself that question a hundred times during the movie.” She hesitated a moment before adding, “I enjoyed it.”

“The movie?”

“Holding your hand.”

“So did I.”

On Monday, Jake was on his bed reading when Jill knocked and walked in. He noticed she appeared nervous; she hesitated for just a moment before sitting on the end of his bed.

The silence was unusually awkward, then Jill said, “Did you think any more about it?” When she saw his confusion she quickly added, “that hand holding.”

Jake smiled, “Yes, I wondered why we hadn’t done it before.”

As Jill considered what she was going to say, Jake sat up and reached over to take Jill’s hand and as he lay back, he pulled her gently over to him so they could hold hands comfortably. Jill looked at the hands clasped together and said, “How did it make you feel?”

“Like we were close, closer then we have ever been,” then he added, because he would have felt like a cheater if he didn’t, “I got a hard on.”

But Jill didn’t seem to hear the confession. “You made me feel really special, Jake.”

Jake gave a contemptuous snicker, “I think we’re both very horny.”

When Jill turned on her brother she let his hand go, “Is that what you think this is about?”

Jake shrugged and smiled, unfazed by his sister’s anxiety, “Partly. We both care about each other but if I was regularly fucking Betty Sue or Alice Ann or whomever and you were getting laid by Buck, Stud, or Well Hung, I don’t think we’d have been holding hands, never mind talking about it.”

Jill got up from the bed and was about to walk away when Jake grabbed her hand and pulled her back down. “Come on, Jill, don’t get mad, I just said what I thought was true.”

As soon as Jill sat on the bed she turned to Jake, “Will you hold me?”

Jake sat up and pulled her close to him, with his hands around her.

She spoke into his neck, “You’re right, aren’t you? We are horny.” Then she asked a question she had long wondered about, “Do you have any experience with women?”

“Zip. You?”

“Just with Becky and Ann,” she laughed, “no none, not even a kiss.”

“Do you want your first?”

When she spoke her voice was weak but certain, “Yes.”

Jake gently and carefully placed his lips on his sister’s, almost in a caress, but he left them there and gently moved his lips along her’s waiting for a response, waiting for encouragement.

It came in her little nibbles, in her parted mouth, in her slight, guttural moans so he applied more pressure and sucked in her lower lip, gently biting on it, all along its length, and when he sucked at the corner of her mouth he let out his own soft moan and then broke away, pulling his sister to him, pulling her head into the nap of his neck, “God, Jill, that was fantastic.”

Jill pushed away from her brother, got to her feet and when she looked down at him she smiled and left the room.

Jake’s door was wide open when Jill walked through it the next day after school.

When Jake saw her he said, “The two perverts meet again.”

“Do you think we’re perverts?” There was genuine alarm in his sister’s voice.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe. I don’t care.”

“Nor do I,” she said as she sat on the end of the bed.

“Do you think it was wrong, the hand holding, the kiss?”

Jill smiled and shrugged her indifference to the question.

Jake thought for a minute, “It didn’t feel wrong.”

“No, it didn’t, did it?” Jill studied her brother for almost a full minute before adding, “But, then, I wasn’t thinking of you as my brother.”

And for the first time, Jake wasn’t thinking of this girl on the edge of his bed as his sister, either. She seemed a different person now. This girl he had known all his life, a girl who had grown from an irritant, to a competitor, to a friend was now a, what? He didn’t know; he knew only that their relationship was changing and he could see in her excited eyes that it was changing for her, too.

He got up and sat on the bed beside his sister and looked down at his hands, “There is something strange going on here, isn’t there?”

“Yes.” Her hands were on the bed at her sides and she seemed to be looking at her knees.

“Are you scared?”

“Yes.”

“So am I, but I’m excited, too.”

“Would you hold me again?” After she said the words she looked up at him for his reaction.

He moved closer to her and tried to put his arms around her, but it was physically awkward, awkward for them both so Jill fell back on the bed and pulled her brother with her so they lay side by side with their feet hanging over the side while they both wondered what to do next. They lay that way for a minute when Jill turned her face to her brother, “Will you touch me, Jake?” And she took his hand and put it on her breast.

With his hand on his sister’s breast Jake turned and rested his head on a hand propped up by his elbow and he watched his fingers dance along her sweater. When she pressed her hand against his fingers he shoo-ed them away and continued his almost casual exploration, then when he pulled at her sweater she sat up so he could pull it off and she settled back down covered only in a thin, rose coloured bra with her nipples straining in prominence. Jake kissed both nipples, then lay a cheek against one, feeling her heat and smelling her hot skin, “You’re beautiful, Jill.”

“Take it off, Jake.” And she sat up so he could put his arms around her but when he did, he didn’t know how to unfasten her bra so she took it off herself and when she did, her eyes searched his looking for his reaction as he stared at her chest. “Do you like them, Jake?”

Jake fixed on the stiff nipples, “Oh, God, Jill, yes, they’re so beautiful.”

“Touch them, Jake, feel them.” And she pushed her chest towards him in encouragement.

He turned on the bed, curling a leg up so he could face her comfortably and when he gently lifted both breasts she leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips, “Oh, Jake.”

But Jake pulled back, fascinated with her tits, studying them. They were large, very white and very round with big dark areolas, the colour of mahogany he thought, and thick nipples stiff with excitement. He flicked at the them with his thumbs, “How does that feel?”

She leaned into him again, resting her head on his shoulder, her eyes were closed. “Oh, Jake, it just feels so great having you hold them.”

He flicked at her nipples again, “Are these sensitive?”

“I’m sensitive, Jake, my whole body is on fire.”

Jake kissed his sister’s hair, “Can I suck them?”

She pulled back, smiled and put her hands on his head, and when she pulled him to her she lay back on the bed and he was kneeling over her with his lips pressed to a breast, sucking noisily.

She pushed at his leg, encouraging him to lie down and when he did, she pulled his head to her chest and moved a breast to his mouth, “Gently, Jake, suck me gently, nurse on me,” and she stroked his hair and her little moans seemed almost a purr.

And he did, he nursed on his sister’s breast for a few minutes, often moaning, often licking and biting gently, then he said, “Jill?” When he spoke the nipple fell from his mouth and lay wet on her ribs, touching his lips.

“Hmmmm?” she reached for her breast to ease it back in his mouth.

“Do you mind if I masturbate?”

Jill moved quickly, shifting away from him, “Oh, no, Jake, no. Please. Can I help?”

He pulled her back down and put his head back on her chest the way it had been and he fumbled with his pants. “Hold it in my mouth, Jill, let me suck on it, it feels so great, it tastes so great.”

She fed her tit to him and began caressing his hair again, “What does it taste like?”

Jake’s pants were undone and his underwear pushed down under his balls and his hand was stroking very slowly, “Like you,” he mumbled, inaudibly, then he struggled to his knees, and as his mouth found her breast again he sucked frantically and then let out a long groan as his hand pumped a stream of cum onto his sister’s pants.

His hand stopped now and his face was between her breasts when he pulled his hands up to squeeze her tits into his cheeks, feeling the warmth, feeling the intimacy, feeling her arms around him.

He kneeled like that for more then a minute, his ass in the air, his face between her tits, his hands pressing her to his face and when he finally looked up at her, a jolt of pleasure ran through him, but it was a jolt of pain, too. She was looking at him with so much passion, so much tenderness, so much love in her eyes that he fell onto the bed beside her with a mixture of excitement and confusion.

“Oh, Jake,” she said, as she slipped out from under him and got to her feet, “you can’t know what you mean to me,” and when she bent down to kiss him, her hand felt his wetness on her pants and she moaned into his mouth.

She leaned against the door jam and looked at him, “I didn’t sleep much last night, Jake.”

Jake laughed, “How could you, what with me rolling around in your bed mauling you.”

Jill joined in his laughed, but there was little humour in it, “In my dreams I was in your bed, Jake and I was mauling you.”

They were quiet for a moment, they just looked at each other, then Jake got up and led his sister to sit on the bed and he sat down beside her. “I don’t know about this, Jill.”

When she looked at him there was so much hunger in her eyes that his doubt vanished and he put his hand on her cheek and kissed her, at the same time pulling her into him.

“Don’t let me go, Jake.”

And he didn’t, they sat for a long time on the bed in an almost desperate embrace until Jake fell back on the bed and his sister followed on top of him. She looked down into his eyes for a moment and then kissed him, four or five times, lightly, then she pulled back, “I want this Jake.”

“Yes,” and he pulled her into his arms with all his strength, then he released her slowly and pushed her onto her back, “But we must go slowly.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want this to traumatize you … or me, for that matter. We have to know what we’re doing … so we don’t have any regrets.”

“How slow is slow?” When Jake bent down to kiss his sister she took his hand and placed it on her breast. “Feel me again, Jake, please, touch me.”

He put his hand under her sweater and felt the heat of her breast through the thin film of her bra. She was already stiff with excitement. “I was in your bed this morning, at four o’clock I had my lips on your tit and I was sucking like a baby through your bra.”

Jill corrected her brother, “At four this morning I didn’t have any clothes on Jake and nor did you and I was here with you.”

“No, no, you did, but you didn’t have pants on,” and he quickly pulled off her sweater and as she undid her bra he unbuckled her belt, unzipped her zipper and slowly pulled off her pants leaving her only in her white cotton panties. “Yes,” said Jake, as he let his eyes travel along her long slender legs that disappeared into the slim white panties, “this was it and I never got back to sleep.”

“What did you do, Jake?”

“I kissed you and touched you and instead of counting sheep, I counted my lucky stars.”

“Is that all you did?”

Jake smiled, “No, I wanked.”

“Oh, God, Jake, did you? I did, too.”

“And I want to do it again.”

“Now?”

“Yes, and you, too.”

“Together?”

Jake nodded as he undid his pants, “It’s what I imagined we did last night. At first, we did other things, but they felt wrong, so in my thoughts I wrote and rewrote the scene until my final fantasy: you were in your panties and then we agreed to masturbate with each other, I couldn’t get it out of my mind.”

She leaned up on her arm and looked at him while she traced a finger around his mouth, “What did you see, Jake, tell me?”

He leaned in to her and kissed her and left his face close to hers, not wanting to see her embarrassment and when he spoke he mumbled the words into her skin, “You had your legs open and your fingers were in you and it was the most exotic sight I have ever seen.”

But she wasn’t embarrassed, instead, she pushed down her panties and kicked them off, “Would you kiss me first?”

When Jake moved his body closer to hers he gently put his lips on hers and they kissed as before, tentatively but with increasing passion and when Jake pulled away, Jill remained where she was, with her lips open and her eyes closed.

“That was wonderful, Jake.”

Jake pushed his sister down and as he lay down beside her he pushed his pants and underwear down, kicked them off and gripped his excited cock, laughing mirthlessly, “This isn’t going to take long.”

Jill had her eyes close to Jake’s shoulders and they both had their legs over the end of the bed. “I can’t see you, Jake.”

He sprang up on the bed to his knees and helped his sister up to lean against the headboard while he stacked his two pillows so he could lean opposite her. Her legs were over his, he had his hand around his penis as if trying to control it, she had a hand on her stomach. “Oh, God Jake, this is just so unbelievable. If I touch myself I’ll cum in an instant.”

Jake studied his sister for a full minute. Her brown eyes were wide in excitement, her long, thin nose prominent over a thin, sensual mouth and a strong rounded chin. Light brown hair fell to her strong wide shoulders and her large, rounded breasts with their rigid nipples spilled against her narrow ribs. Then he looked lower, at the long fingers light on her stomach, just above her wispy patch of dark brown hair, so stark against the smooth white of her inner thighs. Then he looked up at her: it wasn’t her loving eyes that made him say it, it was her innocent confidence at sitting in front of him, with her legs wide apart and her fingers moving into her patch, “I had no idea you are so beautiful, Jill.” Then he added, “And thank God I didn’t or I never would have made it through grade 10 and 11.”

Jill had her eyes on her brother’s hand which was very slowly stroking his cock. She had a very serious, very intense look on her face. “What were you thinking about last night, Jake?”

Jake watched his sister’s fingers disappear into her thin, brown bush. “I thought of you as a girl, a woman, not as a sister. I remembered your kiss, your desire, God I sound like a Harlequin novelist. Anyway, I thought of you as someone I didn’t know, someone I had never seen before, especially naked. You were beautiful, Jill,” then he added, “you are beautiful.”

Jill was moving her hips now, slowly, in time with her brother’s fingers as they rode up and down on his cock. “Describe me, Jake. Describe what you saw last night.”

Jake thought for only a moment, “You had your robe on when I went into your room and when you took it off you were naked in front of me. But it was too naked, somehow I felt like I shouldn’t be there so the next time I conjured you up, you took off your robe and you had on your underwear.”

“Bra and panties?”

“Panties.”

“Your fetish?”

Jake smiled, he was barely moving his hand, “I don’t think so. What’s left to the imagination once you’re naked? Nothing. When I first saw you, you were naked, starkers, nothing to hide. But when I revised my dream you were there with your panties on, at least in my thoughts, and that seemed to work better for me because there was still a mystery, still more to discover. I love to see you in your panties, Jill, it turns …” Jake hesitated just a moment, “I’m close, Jill, really close, would you open your legs wider so I can see you?”

Jill scooted down and brought her heels up to her ass and opened her legs wide as she forced her pussy to her fingers. “Like this Jake?”

“Are you close?”

“I’m ready, Jake, of fuck, Jake you’re so beautiful, oh, God I want you, oh Jaaaaaake.” And they came together, both with their eyes on each other, both bucking at their fingers, both wet from their explosion, both in a world entirely new to them.

They sprawled in place, without moving, Jill’s eyes still hooded in sexual fatigue. She reached out a finger and scooped some of her brother’s cum from her leg and studied it before wiping it on her stomach. Then she rolled off the bed and stood over her brother kissing him tenderly, “Jake, I just don’t have the words to tell you what this means to me, what you mean to me.” Then she collected her clothes and walked to the door but she stopped. “I can’t wait for tomorrow, Jake. Do you mind if I take this to keep me company tonight?” She held up the shirt he had been wearing.

Jake hadn’t moved and just smiled his response.

“Do you want something of mine?” When she said the words she laughed and rustled through her clothes, throwing her panties to him.

She smiled when she saw her panties on her brother’s pillow the next day. She threw his shirt to him, “Did they come in handy?”

“They need washing,” he smiled and stood up, uncertain whether to take his sister in his arms, but wanting to.

They stood facing each other, then she leaned into him and put her face on his shoulder, almost in defeat. “You were in my arms last night, Jake, all night, I didn’t let you go.”

Jake pulled his sister to him and gently stroked her hair, but said nothing.

“You were in your shirt and I could smell you and I just held you and told you I loved you.”

Again, Jake was quiet.

“We’re getting close, aren’t we?”

Jake knew what she meant, “Yes,” then he pulled away from her and looked at her, surprised by the almost pained expression on her face. “But maybe we should go slow, Jill, we have to be sure about what we’re doing.”

Jill moved her face into the nap of her brother’s neck, “I’m sure, Jake, I want my arms and legs wrapped around you, I want to feel you inside of me, I want your spit on my lips and your cum on my thighs. I want you Jake, I’ve never ever wanted anything so much.”

“You’re just horny. That’s why we have to go slow. We don’t want to do anything stupid.”

Jill gave her brother a smile of sorrow, “This isn’t about sex for me, Jake. I want to give myself to you. I want you to take me.”

The passionate and pained look on her face scared him. “We’re going to go slow, Jill, that’s the way it has to be. I’m not going to start fucking my sister until …” then he laughed, “it’s the right thing to do.”

But she didn’t laugh, she just looked at her brother with the same pained expression and said, “It’s the right thing to do.”

When Jake backed over to the bed and sat down Jill followed him and stood in front of him. “Take off my clothes.”

Jake hesitated for just a moment then his fingers went to the top button of her shirt and quickly undid it. His fingers were on the second when Jill’s fingers covered his, “Take your time, Jake” she caressed his cheek, “and touch me.”

He became more deliberate now, studying each button as he carefully undid it and when his fingers unfastened the last of the buttons, he pulled her shirt open and buried his face in her smooth, white stomach, just above her slightly outed belly button.

She held his head tight to her body as he moved his hands behind her to clench her cheeks, to rub them, massage them, to stretch his fingers into her groin, into her thighs. Now he sucked at her stomach and licked at her belly button, flicking his wet tongue at her navel, enjoying her light moans. “The pants.”

His fingers quickly pulled at the buckle and the top button of her jeans but they slowed when they reached for the zipper and he sat back to watch as he pulled it down to reveal the light green nylon panties beneath. And then the jeans were around her ankles and she was kicking them away, kicking them while the brother held his sister’s narrow hips and then he pulled her panties to his face.

“These were the panties you left on my bed, Jake, they’re the ones that started this.”

Jake’s ‘yes’ was muffled in her belly as his hands felt his sister’s ass, kneading her cheeks, letting his little fingers probe into her crack, then he moved them down and brought them up under her panties, feeling her hairs on his fingers, the wetness, the heat, feeling her pussy pushing with desire at his face.

“Oh, God, Jake, I’m just so ready to explode.”

Jake gently pushed his sister back and, holding her by the hips, he took his time studying the waist band of her panties, seeing it disappear into the whiteness of her waist, kissing her there, then sweeping the back of his hand lightly across the softness of the green nylon, nylon that he had once felt and smelled and tasted and then he trailed his fingers across her stomach and then down to the heat of her mound and then to the wetness from her sex. “What do you want me to do, Jill?”

“Bring me off, Jake, please, quickly.”

“How?” When he looked up at her, her eyes were frantic with expectations.

“Put your fingers in me, touch me, quickly.”

Jake pulled at his sister’s shirt as be pulled her onto the bed and when she was beside him he put his fingers on his sister’s sex and pressed hard while he kissed her neck.

“Inside, Jake, under the panties, oh, God, I’m ready.”

And she was. As he worked his fingers under the waist band she violently bucked at his fingers and let out a muffled scream into his chest that went on for what to him seemed like a full minute then she stiffened her pelvis against his fingers and sank, spent.

He sat up with his head propped up by his hand and studied the girl he was just coming to know. She was panting lightly, her smooth white legs were bent slightly and open and one seam of the crotch of her green panties was buried deep in her wet pussy. He resisted the temptation to bend down and kiss the trim, white stomach and the stiff nipples poking through the thin, rose bra. Instead, he kissed her closed eyes and her nose and when she opened her mouth he licked around her lips, leaving a wet trail of spit which she chased with her tongue.

He was biting and sucking on her lower lip when she wrapped her arms and legs around him and hugged him as tight as she could and she wouldn’t let him go, not until he used force to pull away from her and he reached behind her and fumbled with her bra strap, this time he got it and when he took the bra from his sister’s tits he said, “You’re beautiful, Jill, just beautiful,” she lifted a breast to his lips and they fell back on the bed and as he nursed on his sister’s breast, he brought his fingers back to her cum soaked panties, lifting the seam from her cunt while carefully putting two fingers in her and feeling the cool wetness from her panties on the back of his fingers. Then he tried to choreograph his fingers with her sounds.

It started slowly, as did her moans but soon she started bucking at his fingers, slowly at first then more insistently, then almost violently and the moans got louder and louder and just before she began her passionate cry he took his mouth from his sister’s tit and forced it down on hers and smothered her mouth with his, feeling for the first time her raw energy, her unbridled passion and her total commitment to his fingers and when he did, he could feel his prick explode against his sister’s leg and the grunt he let out came from a place he didn’t know existed.

They lay quiet and still for a few minutes, then Jill started to stroke her brother’s face. “Oh, Jake, that was just so wonderful. I could lie here with you for a month,” she turned and kissed him, pulling his head into her and then she let him go and got up. “They’ll be home soon,” she said and as she collected her clothes and headed for the door, she stopped and looked back at her brother then quickly took off her panties and threw them to him, “Your turn tomorrow.”

When Jill came into his room the next day he was ready and the hug was the embrace of two lovers.

“I thought of you all night, Jill, how lovely you looked on my bed, with your eyes closed, with your legs apart. You were just fantastic.”

Jill held her brother as if she was afraid he would pull away, “You make me feel lovely, Jake. You made me feel lovely, and sexy and wanted.”

Jake kissed his sister lightly on the lips, waiting for her to respond, and when she did, she pushed her breasts into him and poked her tongue into his mouth, pushing it against his teeth until they parted and she could explore his tongue. “It’s your turn Jake,” she said into his wet mouth then she pushed him towards the bed.

When he sat down he took her by the hips and said, “Can I see you?”

“My body?”

Jake nodded and as she pulled her sweater over her head, he undid her belt and pulled her jeans down so she could step out of them.

When he looked up, her eyes sparkled and the thick nubs of her breasts stood in excitement, “God, Jill, you’re just so fucking beautiful,” then he pulled her close and kissed her stomach through her panties, “but there is just one thing”

“Yes?”

“My panty fetish? It’s for nylon panties, not cotton.”

Jill tried to pull away, “I’ll change,” but Jake had her by her cheeks and wouldn’t let go, “No, no,” he said, pressing his face into the thin cotton, “don’t leave.”

Jill stood there for a few minutes holding her brother’s head against her, feeling his hands on her ass, then she gently pushed him back, “Today is about you, Jake.”

Jake smiled, marveling at his sister’s excitement. “It can never be about me when you’re here.” His words sounded phony to his own ears but he was coming to believe them.

Jill smiled and pulled her brother’s face back into her panties, “That’s sweet, Jake, really sweet, then it’s about me wanting to see you,” and when she pushed him away again she pulled him to his feet and kissed him gently then undid the buttons of his shirt.

The buckle was next and it came undone quickly, then she got on her knees and pulled his pants down so he could step out of them. “I hope you like me Jill,” but Jill didn’t hear him, she was feeling around her brother’s body, his back, his sides and his cheeks. She bent in and kissed the head of his stiff prick through his underwear, then she carefully took hold of the waist band and pulled it down but as she did the band caught on her brother’s prick and he quickly bent forward as if to make it easier for his prick to clear.

“Sorry, Jake, this is new to me,” and she pulled the waist band out over the erect penis and then down his legs and the brother was naked in front of the sister.

Jill was standing now, hugging her brother, pushing her pussy into his stiff cock, “You’re great, Jake, you look great. Can I masturbate you?”

Jake was sucking hard at his sister’s lips, savouring the spit that was flooding into his mouth, his hands were on her ass, massaging her cheeks through the thin white cotton while pulling her in to him.

She pushed him against the bed and forced him to sit down and when he did, she pushed him back and got down on her knees and took his stiff prick in her hands and inspected it. She gently parted the hair at the base of the prick and then brought her other hand up and cupped his balls, stroking them gently with her thumb. When Jake moaned she looked up at him, “Are these sensitive, too?”

“In your hands, not in mine,” Jake muttered the words to the ceiling.

Jill tenderly twisted the prick in her hand, studying its length and the mushroom-shaped head. “It’s pretty, Jake. Where is it sensitive, on the head?”

Jake sat up and took his penis between his thumb and his forefinger just below the head. “There. If you hold on to it lightly there and move your fingers up and down you can expect to see a veritable Vesuvius in a matter of seconds.”

“What’s this?” Jill wiped the clear fluid from the head of his prick and rubbed it between her fingers.

“It’s called pre-cum, I think it’s there to help lubricate but I don’t know for sure.”

“Have you ever tasted it?”

As Jake shook his head his sister flicked off some fresh fluid and licked it. “It’s salty, not bad tasting.” Then she bent down and licked the top of his penis. “How should I do this?”

“What do you want to do?”

“Make you cum.”

“What about you?”

“I came yesterday.”

“Well, I’m not going to cum without you.”

She got up off her knees and pushed her panties down and got on the bed. When she lay beside her brother she leaned into him so she could easily hold his pecker and then she opened her legs so his fingers could gain easy access to her, and then she held her face up to him so he could kiss her, “Slowly, Jake.”

And it was slow at first, the two, with their hands on each other’s sex, slowly moved their hips as they moved their fingers and sucked at each others lips and then the moans came, softly and then more insistently until their sucking was as frantic as their bucking and frantic fingers. It was over in a minute, Jill to soak Jake’s fingers, and Jake to shoot a stream of cum onto his sister’s stomach.

Jill was panting now but she had her arms wrapped around her brother’s head and she climbed up to straddle him, “God, Jake, this is just so unbelievably exciting, I can’t tell you how you make me feel.”

Jake’s head was pressed against his sister’s chest and he was stroking her back and ass, “You don’t have to, Jill. I know how you feel, I feel the same way.”

“Should we do it? Now?”

Jake didn’t hesitate, he had thought a lot about this in the past few days, “No, this is one thing, that’s another. Let’s wait, let’s make sure.”

When she sat down on her brother she could feel his stiff cock between her legs, but she was too anxious to care, “Make sure? Have you any doubt, Jake? Do you want to stop?”

Jake laughed, “Doubt? Does it look like I have any doubt?”

“Then what?”

“This is going to be your first time and I want you to be absolutely sure before you waste it on me.”

Jill was about to protest when Jake put his fingers on her lips. “Please, Jill, let’s wait a few days.” He eased her on to the bed and while cupping a breast he leaned down and kissed her. “This has been exciting, unbelievably exciting, I don’t need to do more then this right now, feeling you is the sexiest thing I could image. A few days ago all I had was my own hand on my own pecker and look at me now, I’m naked with my gorgeous, sexy sister and I’m just now taking my fingers from her fantastic tits and moving them down across her flat, sexy belly and moving them into her mound of brown soft pubic hair and now into soaking wet pussy. Now I’m taking my wet fingers up to my mouth to taste her, taste my sister’s juices.” He stuck his two fingers in his mouth and sucked them. “Ahhh,” he said with a laugh, “it just doesn’t get any better then this.”

Jill had pulled back to watch her brother, “How does it taste?” Her nose was wrinkled in revulsion.

Jake was surprised, “Haven’t you ever tasted yourself?”

When Jill shook her head Jake reached down and parted his sister’s pussy again soaking his fingers then he brought them up to her lips, “Try yourself, you taste great.”

“The smell.” Jill turned away.

Jake laughed and brought his fingers close to her mouth.

Her tongue darted out and touched his finger, “God, it’s awful, how could you?” she said, looking at him.

“How could I?” Jake put his fingers in his mouth and cleaned them, “it’s great!” Then he brought his sister into his arms and rolled her on top of him.

“Time flies,” and she rolled off him and landed on her feet and went out the door. “I love you Jake.”

When she came into his room the next day he was sitting on his bed. “I’ve changed my mind.”

Jill stopped in her tracks, the smile that had lit up her face instantly vanished in doubt, and she pulled her robe tight about her.

“Remember when I said my fetish was nylon panties? Well, I really liked the cotton ones you had on the other day.”

Jill seemed to sag in relief and quickly left the room and returned in a minute with a handful of underwear. “Don’t do that to me, Jake.”

“What?” Jake didn’t know what she meant.

“Don’t play with my emotions. ‘I’ve changed my mind’ can mean a lot of things, Jake, and a lot of bad things. We’re going through a very unusual period right now and I have never been more emotionally vulnerable. So, please, Jake, go easy on me, OK?” She smiled and handed her brother the underwear.

“Sorry.” He felt like a thoughtless asshole. “I guess I was just trying to be dramatic,” he said, as handed her a pair of panties and threw the others on the computer chair.

She took off her robe and while looking at him, she pushed down her purple nylon panties and kicked them away and put on the white cottons he had handed her. Then she stood up and turned in a full circle, “Well?”

But he wasn’t looking at her underwear. He was looking at the tears welling in her eyes. He got up and took her in his arms and squeezed her. “I can be thoughtless, Jill but I will never be mean to you, remember that.”

“Thanks,” she kissed his cheek, “I guess I’m a little sensitive these days.” Then she roughly pushed him away, “And why not, I’m in love.”

The joy on her face and the excitement in her eyes was back again and Jake was marveling at the transformation when he said, “I may have some very good news for you tonight.”

Her eyes flashed with even greater excitement and a smile stretched across her lips and she was in his arms again, “What?”

Jake laughed and they fell on the bed together, “I’m not going to tell you. All I’m going to say is that when I make my announcement tonight I want you to pretend to get a little mad and then leave the room. OK?”

“Why?”

“You’ll see, but you have to play your part, otherwise it may not work.”

“Why?” Jill was on her brother now, squirming against him, tickling him and he was laughing, fending her off, but aroused as never before, aroused by her joyful innocence and her magnificent breasts hanging erratically, erotically beating him on the sides of his face and her panties riding up in the crack of her ass as her pussy bounced off his legs and arms. When their laughter stopped, they looked into each other’s eyes then they grabbed hold of each other and her mouth sucked on his while she brought her pussy over his cock and they quickly road each other, but just for a minute, for that’s all it took until they moaned and grunted into each other’s open, wet mouth and then Jill lay still on her brother’s chest gently rubbing her wetness against his.

He made his announcement at the dinner table after dessert. He had been accepted at the one university he most wanted to attend and while, yes, it was a thousand miles from home, it was really important to him because it was the school with the best faculty. When he finished he looked first at his father, then his mother and when he looked at his sister he gave the shocked face a surreptitious wink. Though disturbed and wanting to learn more, Jill did as directed. She hurriedly left the table.

The pieces fell into place sooner then Jake had ever hoped. Whether it was the way he made his announcement or his conviction that this was the most important school for his future, the parents soon agreed and then it was just a matter of logic. Yes, they had made it a rule that both children would take their first two years at the local community college, but if Jake was given the freedom to move away, Jill should have it too. It was his overly-cautious, overly-protective mother’s idea but the father made it unanimous: Jill should transfer to the same university and they would room together in an apartment their parent’s would choose.

To his parents, Jake’s grimace, so carefully practiced in the mirror, reinforced the wisdom of the decision.

Jill wasn’t nearly so convincing. Jake had only moments to coach her, “Act like you’re excited but really disappointed, too.”

“To what?” She was grabbing at him but he just turned and led her back to the dinning room.

But when the decision was announced to her she showed only joy, total uninhibited, unconditional joy, with not a trace of disappointment.

And then the parents made their announcement. They were leaving Friday for a nine-day Christian cruise. The two could use the time to get used to living alone with each other.

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