Best Sisters

Best Sisters

Igor Pajic

Taboo Dreams

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Loving My Sister

Long, straight, smooth hair has always been my favorite.

First and foremost, I adored long blonde hair. My first infatuation was with a girl named Lexi who rode the school bus with the most gorgeous mane of golden locks. I used to stand just behind her in the hopes of "accidentally" brushing into her, or even better, stepping too near so her beautiful hair would caress my face. Nothing was malicious at all.

Maryen, my sister, came next. As far back as I can remember, she always sported a long hairstyle. Her waist-length, very dark brown hair was completely straight. It wasn't until my love affair with long hair began with Lexi on the school bus that I noticed it (and her). However, my perspective on Maryen shifted when I "found" long hair; I no longer "saw" her. At 21, Maryen had transformed from being an annoying jerk who micromanaged me all the time when I was 18 into someone with admirable traits. Although she continued to be rather bossy and quite aggravating to me, I also found myself sneaking glances at her whenever she brushed her hair or took her ponytail out to see how her locks fell loose.

Then everything in my life shifted. With her hairbrush held in her right hand, she walked downstairs, her hair still moist from being washed and blow-dried. She accompanied me into the room, and our parents were already there, taking a seat beside her. "Could someone kindly brush my hair for me?" Maryen politely requested. I remained silent for a while so as not to come across as overly eager, but when she glanced about to check whether anybody had seen her, it seemed like I was the only one who showed even the slightest interest—of course, it was all an act. "Alright, then," I said, somewhat shrugging my shoulders. After taking the brush from her, I began to brush very delicately. My hand felt a surge of energy as I ran my fingers through her locks. How amazingly smooth and velvety it felt! Her hair was so lovely that I combed it while caressing it. It appeared to reflect many colors as it swayed; it was so straight and polished. The aroma was just delicious. For the rest of my life, I fantasized about burying my head in her hair. She must have sensed my enjoyment because I kept brushing; I have no doubt she did the same. Every so often, I caught a glimpse of the smile that graced her face. I brushed for what felt like an eternity because I couldn't bring myself to stop. Because I was in so much discomfort from my erection, I was afraid to move for fear of seeming foolish. The exquisite beauty of Maryen's hair mesmerized me, and my mind was racing. At last, she whirled around to thank me, but she was in a hurry and needed to leave. I already stated my willingness to do it again whenever asked.

Things between Maryen and myself changed slightly after that. Whenever our eyes met, a far more genuine and loving smile spread across our faces. She began to treat me like a brother and even a friend, despite the fact that I was over three years her junior.

She returned to the basement two days later, this time with a brush and her hair that was just barely damp. She handed the brush to me and said, "Would you mind, Anthony?" She didn't have to continue the question. Even though our mom was in the room, she quickly responded with an "absolutely not" as she reached for the brush. Electricity, scent, touch, and an erection were the same outcomes each time I combed her hair. Sitting behind her, I stroked her lovely hair while petting it.

This occurred multiple times in the subsequent weeks, and with each occasion, I became slightly more at ease brushing Maryen's hair. I progressed from touching her hair only in the most necessary places to placing my hand on her waist or even gently massaging her head and neck while I brushed. Oh my, I was really aroused every time, and I suddenly realized how much I wanted Maryen sexually. She began to close her eyes and breathe more deeply and deliberately as I ran my fingers over her hair, which caught my attention. We also began to act more "playfully" with each other, exchanging "glances" that were less like brother and sister and more like tugs of hair or elbows as we passed each other. "Oh, Maryen, it looks like your hair needs some love," I'd remark while walking up behind her and stroking her hair; in most cases, she'd just turn and grin.

I would brush her hair on a regular basis for the whole duration of this, which was at least a year. The 'intimacy' we shared began to strengthen our bonds as siblings and friends. She wore her hair nearly to her waist and seldom had it trimmed. I felt terrible shame since I began to dream about her and thought she was ideal.

When I was home alone one day, I sought out a photo of her. I looked all around her room, the living room (where our parents kept most of the family photos), and the guest bedroom until I found it in a high-up storage cabinet. My parents had apparently thought these pictures weren't family portraits, but I uncovered a set of them, and one of them was perfect for me. It was a senior portrait of Maryen, who was probably around my age (18) at the time. She seemed stunning, with her hair falling loosely over her shoulders. The discovery made me break out in a cold sweat. My excitement was overwhelming to the point that I sprang for my bedroom, where I masturbated to the sound of Maryen's name being sung.

After much deliberation, Maryen had finally located the apartment that she felt was perfect for her, and she had been planning to move out for some time. Like you, I had intended to leave for university. Our "pseudo-intimate" relationship was certain to come to an end, since we were both aware of it. It wasn't until I gave it some thought that I felt sad; I still hadn't grasped the full extent of my feelings for her. I frequently pondered her emotions.

After a few weeks, as she prepared to leave her parents' house and move into her own apartment, she stood at the sink and washed her hair, her locks flowing and glossy behind her back. Except for us, the home was deserted. She expressed her desire for my physical touch as soon as we began conversing. Even though she seemed emotional, I understood what she meant. I also expressed my sadness at parting ways with her and my hope that she would come see me at college. That was her word. I crept up behind her and began to stroke her hair as we continued talking. She continued to speak for a few more minutes as I sat mesmerized by the beauty of her features, voice, and hair. Afterwards, she ceased her actions and became silent, but she maintained her gaze fixed forward. Even though I saw that she was staring into space, I persisted in delicately stroking her hair. On top of that, I found myself gently massaging her neck from back to front. As her breath became labored, she rose to her feet, closing her eyes. I stoop down until my chin brushes against the nape of her neck. Now I could feel her hair brush against my cheek, but she still kept her eyes shut. I bet she could feel my breath on her neck. My pulse was racing as I tenderly drew her back to me, encircling her in my arms. Despite my fears, she offered no resistance, and I planted a delicate kiss behind her ear on her neck. With a barely audible grunt, she shifted her gaze to meet me. As soon as she opened her eyes, we locked gazes, only a few inches apart. Oh, the desire to passionately engage in intimate relations with her, to carry her to my chamber, and to give her a passionate kiss. However, just as things were about to escalate, our mother's voice boomed out, "Hello, I'm home." Recognizing that no one was around, I instinctively leaned in for a brief kiss on the lips with Maryen. I said under my breath, "I love you, Maryen; I want to see you again." It was a foolish statement, because I would certainly see her again—after all, she was my sister. She must have understood my reply since she nodded and murmured "OK." as I retreated to avoid appearing suspicious to passersby.

Agony ensued during the following two days. I simply desired some alone time with Maryen, particularly because she had expressed, in so many words, that her feelings for me were identical to mine for her. Our parents were always there for her when she moved out, assisting with packing, organizing her belongings, cleaning her new apartment, moving in, settling in, making herself at home, and just being there to keep her company. My sister's lack of a partner was puzzling at first, but I eventually learned that it was mostly due to her extremely tiny breasts, which caused her extreme self-consciousness and, in turn, her lack of confidence. She is an absolutely stunning girl; therefore, I've always thought this was strange. Therefore, dad was doing the part of a good parent by pitching in whenever he could. I tried my best to help out wherever I could, but I was really annoyed by how little time we had to spend together. Even during the day, I would pull out her photo and daydream about making out with her. Even though she was my own sister, I was utterly enthralled, infatuated, and swept away by her. I used to wonder how I had allowed myself to fall so hopelessly in love with her, but then I understood that it had taken root inside me for a long time and that I could do nothing to stop it. I couldn't get rid of it; it had taken root in me and was spreading.

My dad wanted me to help him deliver a table to Maryen's apartment the day after that. We took the table apart and put it in the car after I naturally gave my approval. I was fortunate because my dad possessed an estate vehicle back then. Our journey to her apartment took around thirty minutes, and as we pulled into her parking spot, I caught a glimpse of Maryen peering out the window. Although I had seen her apartment before she decided to rent it, this was the first time I had seen it as 'her' apartment, and it had been a couple of days since I last saw her. She opened the door just as I approached, and dad was still clumsily navigating the vehicle. "Hello, little brother! I fancy seeing you here! Come on in," she said, her grin radiating beauty as she greeted me. I greeted her with a grin as I entered. Maryen snatched my hand as I stepped through the front door and dragged me into the kitchen. While we remained holding hands, she asked, "Now, where were we?" Saying, "Oh yes!!" she then leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I took this as a positive indication that she missed me just as much as I missed her, and it turned out better than I had anticipated. Once again, our brief kiss was rudely cut short—this time by my father's exclamation of "Hello, Maryen, hello!!".

We left the kitchen in a very innocent mood, and I proceeded to assist my dad in bringing in the table. Setting up the table and assembling it didn't take much time. There were four high chairs in Maryen's kitchen, just waiting for a seat. Our dad wanted to know whether we wanted coffee, and we both agreed. While sipping our coffee, we sat at the table and discussed Maryen's newly acquired little garden behind her apartment. It was a double-edged sword, actually, because she owned the ground-floor apartment and was hence responsible for maintaining the garden. I had been fighting the urge to gaze wistfully at Maryen during our conversation. Wow, she was stunning! She had obviously combed and cleaned her hair not long before we arrived; it was fairly evident to me. I desperately wanted to give her a hug.

"Alright, Anthony, I need to get back home, so shall we go?" My dad asked me just a little while afterward. "Oh Anthony, I don't suppose you'd stay for a while and help me cut the lawn, will you? You don't mind, do you, dad? I could drop Anthony back later." Dad smiled and said, "No at all; I guess you're lumbered, lad!!" With that, he said goodbye and walked to the car. These were the words I never wanted to hear, but Maryen made them up. We waited outside and then told him to go. Due to the massive erection I had just experienced while daydreaming about spending time alone with Maryen, I felt my pulse quicken, my mouth dry out, and my entire face go numb. She looked at me and said, "Let's go in." I trailed after her, but she vanished just as I was about to seize her, reappearing a few seconds later armed with a brush. She politely asked whether it would be alright if I followed her.

Sitting on her bed, we made our way to her chamber. Without uttering a word, she passed the brush to me, and as I accepted it, she eagerly turned away. Leaving the brush on the bed, I lifted my hands to her trailing hair as I gazed at her. As I ran my fingers through her locks, I could feel the gentleness of her hair. I delicately followed her back with one hand, slipped my fingers behind her hair, over her neck, and finally onto the nape of her neck. Her locks tangled in my fingers once again, so I drew my palm closer to my face, pulling her locks with me. Just as before, her newly washed hair had a wonderful aroma, my hands felt electric, and her neck was incredibly supple. She had a subtle grin, and her eyes were tightly shut. Sitting behind her with her legs crossed, I shifted my position. With a gentle touch, I took up the hairbrush and began to run it through her locks. After staring at her in this manner for a while, the temptation to kiss her finally took hold of me, and I began to kiss the back of her head, near her ear, with each stroke of the brush. Maryen finally turned to me after a few minutes of this and said, "I love you, Anthony." I met her eyes, and we remained still, looking as deeply as we could into each other's. I carefully set the brushes down and ran my fingers through her hair and behind her head. We kissed as I drew her close, holding her head in my palm. This time, though, nobody dared to cut us off. It was a tender, tender moment between my stunning sister and me. As our mouths moved in closer accord, our lips grew more intertwined. With my passion becoming stronger by the second, I embraced her and drew her near. She had rolled over onto her side and was vanishing into my embrace. I could feel her need for me, and I wanted her so badly.

As she was placed on the bed, her hair splattered into her pillow, and I shifted my legs from behind her. As our kisses took on a new intensity, I lied on top of her, encircling her with my arms as if she were my one remaining object of significance. Our kissing became more passionate as I was enamored with my own sister. With her face in my hands, I took my arms out of hers. I wished I could sink into her spirit and merge with her completely. This intense need and affection can't possibly be wrong.

"Maryen, I want to make love to you!" I grinned and momentarily interrupted our kiss. Although she spoke to me with the words "Oh God, we shouldn't..." her expression sent a different message. Before I could unbutton my shirt twice, Maryen snatched it from underneath and dragged it over my head. When I lifted her t-shirt over her head, I did the same for her; her hair cascaded gently behind her. As she got up to put her jeans on the floor, I unfastened them and saw her trousers for the first time—and they were drenched! I kicked my pants to the side after undoing the buttons so that my erection could reveal itself—in my boxer shorts. The words "Oh God, Anthony..." escaped her lips as she gasped for air.

As I unzipped my boxer shorts, her alluring trousers clung to her hips as she reclined on the bed, thereby releasing my cock. She said, "Oh Anthony, we really shouldn't..." as I delicately eased them over her ankles and legs.

I froze in my tracks as I fixed my gaze on her. She was stunning, but I had no intention of pressuring her. Her attitude shifted, her head cocked to one side ever-so-slightly, and she appeared bewildered after a few seconds. "What?" she exclaimed. "That was the second time you said we shouldn't, so I'm wondering if you mean it, and if you do, then I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want," I said.

Taking it easy, Maryen sat up. With a step closer, she encircled my neck with her arms and drew me near. Her whispering in my ear, her hair brushing against my face, and her words, "You know we shouldn't... don't you? But that doesn't mean I don't want to, because I do. I've thought of nothing else since you kissed me in the kitchen."

I couldn't control my excitement; a wide grin spread across my face.

"Yes, I do desire sexual intimacy with you; I am also taking the pill."

I was about to pass out! "Oh my, Maryen, you have no clue how much I adore you!" I said this as I stared at her.

We were a brother and sister, and that was that. Gazing in opposite directions. Covered up. Eager with longing. Assisting much. Excited beyond measure.

For the first time, our bodies met as she rolled back onto her back and I dove on top of her. Although her bust was relatively small, I was unconcerned; in fact, I found them to be absolutely breathtaking. When our bellies touched, my cock slithered to the doorway in an agonizing attempt to go in. While our breaths were heavy and my cock twitched eagerly between her legs, we lay there staring into each other's eyes for a few seconds. Once again, we kissed fiercely as my head dipped the three inches needed for my mouth to meet hers. Upon taking a few hesitant steps forward, I detected my member protruding at the entrance of her vagina. Maryen cried out a little. As I yelled out, "Yes, Oh God, Yes!!" I could feel my heart racing and my brain pounding with excitement. As I advanced, my member entered her vagina, causing a gasp to escape both of our bodies. "Oh my god, Maryen, I love you!" I shouted while pressing my lips on hers. It seemed like there weren't enough places to kiss her, so I went around and kissed her neck, face, head, and mouth. Now that our incestuous marriage was fully formed, I wished it would continue indefinitely. I knew I couldn't hold back my feelings for my sister for much longer; I could feel them boiling over into an overwhelming desire. The last straw was when Maryen sensed it and exclaimed, "Oh God, I'm going to cum." I pushed as deeply into her as I could muster, and we both burst. It seemed as if the orgasm I was experiencing would never end; it was the strongest I had ever experienced. Whenever I thought I was nearly depleted, I could feel Maryen trembling and grunting beneath me. My pleasure level skyrocketed one more as I beheld her eyes rolling back into her head. The sensation of climaxing inside my sister was so intense that I relocked our lips and kissed passionately before our orgasms ended.

After lying down for what felt like half an hour, we both slept out. I turned around to see Maryen's stunning beauty. Because her head was directly in front of mine, I knew I wasn't dreaming. With a slight shift of my hips, I became cognizant of the fact that despite the softening of my cock, I was still encased within her. However, my cock was enlarged and hardened once again in the blink of an eye. I leaned in for a gentle kiss and then moved my hand to her chest. I whispered, "Round two?" as her eyes widened and sprang open. She glanced across at me, grinned, and said, "Jesus Anthony, that was fantastic." It was clear that she could see my hardness bubbling up inside her again. Maryen grinned broadly as she nodded, and in an instant, we rolled over, putting her on top of me. Since I had stayed inside of her, it was a very remarkable maneuver. Maryen had taken charge at this point; her hair was all over my face and chest as she lowered her face to mine. Wow, it was amazing. She began kissing my neck after planting an urgent kiss on my lips. I relaxed and savored every moment of it by closing my eyes. As Maryen planted a kiss on my chest, her bucking hips sent shivers down my spine, and her vagina sucked up my cock. When I opened my eyes, I beheld a desire I had never seen in her eyes before or since. Her screams were filled with terror as she said, "Oh God, OH God!" When she returns for a second time, her voice becomes hysterical and she screams, "Oh God, I LOVE YOU ANTHONY." Until two minutes thereafter, it was the most alluring moment of my life.

As she gasped for air, Maryen flopped down on top of me. "Oh my God," remarked the woman, "that was the best orgasm ever!" I remained within her, my member taut and sensitive, yearning to release itself once again. We lay down to let Maryen "recover," her warm breath rumbling over my chest as she buried her face in my neck. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally spoke up to Maryen about wanting to get back inside her and asked if we could switch places. I asked her to lie face down, and she consented without hesitation. I ran my fingers through her locks and combed them down her back until they were as smooth as silk. I positioned myself atop her and reintroduced my cock into her vagina with extreme caution. As I pushed further inside her, we both let out gasps of surprise. As she cocked her head to one side on the cushion, I had the most ideal view of her. As I pounded into her, my hands brushed across her hair and kissed her neck, head, and cheek. We had an intense side-on kiss as I leaned forward and turned my head to the side. As my incestuous sperm filled her vaginal cavity, I hurriedly entered her body after kissing her and touching her exquisite face, hair on my chest, bottom on my hips and groin, fingers and hands on her hair. She continued kissing me, and I continued pumping, and it was perfect!

Maryen drove me home after we made out twice more. However, in the two weeks that followed, I transformed into my parents' ideal sibling. They couldn't bEllieve how much help I was giving her around the house in her new place. They had no idea the depth of our affection for one another.

At around 10 o'clock in the evening, Maryen was driving me home. I was experiencing a wide range of feelings that I had not anticipated, including elation. Truthfully, I was completely overwhelmed; not a single idea occurred to me. I should explain that I had just enjoyed a fantastic afternoon with my ideal partner, who happened to be my sister! My goodness. What was the best way for me to do that? If Mom and Dad found out, what would they say? Would my buddies tell me this? Will our grandparents have anything to say?

"How in the world did I get this idea? This must not occur again. It just cannot! I shook my head softly as I gave myself instructions." Her stupidity was beyond comprehension. Her inaction allowed this to occur. She should have known better, being the older sibling and all.

I tried to sit quietly and stare out the window while we drove through some farms, but my mind kept talking. "Actually, I wonder what she is thinking."

My heart sank the second my eyes met hers. I feel that way about her. Oh my goodness, I have never seen a more stunning young woman than her. Whether she was lost in contemplation or simply engrossed in her driving, her gaze never budged from the road, and her beauty was undeniable. She had dazzling eyes, a perfectly squared nose, flawless skin I longed to run my fingers over, and silky hair that hung down to her lap, catching the glint of the streetlights as we went by. Her lips, which were glossy and utterly enchanted, caught my gaze. That incredible first kiss flooded my mind again and again. That divine instant. Our dance ended the second our lips separated and our tongues met. Our lips came together in a passionate embrace at that precise moment because of an overwhelming need.

Except that she's my sister. What gives me the will to fall for my own sister when there are so many other beautiful women in the world? Why? Aside from my mother, who I could love in that way, she is the only girl I was forbidden to love in that way because it would be disgusting. What a pain! Certainly, my mother is an attractive woman, but she is my mother as well.

I didn't feel any disgust toward my sister, and yet here she is. Actually, it's the polar opposite. She had my whole attention. I desired her. Every part of me wanted her. She was essential to my mission.

Disoriented, I averted my gaze. Was Maryen thinking in similar lines? Very unlikely. Because she is my older sister, I can always count on her to be composed, astute, and brilliant. I returned my gaze to her. Her beauty was breathtaking. My subconscious had already said, "Oh my God, she is breathtaking!" as if I hadn't heard it before.

As my rambling thoughts persisted, Maryen shifted her gaze towards me, a little grin gracing her lips. "Really close," she remarked.

I snapped back to the present and grinned in her direction. Alright, that was my only response.

I cast my gaze once more out the window. I needed to express myself, tell her what was on my mind, and ask her the questions that had been plaguing me. However, my ideas were still not coming together. However, I felt compelled to respond.

"Maryen..." I started to speak more, but Maryen interrupted me.

"Ah, I see. There's no need to speak out; it's alright.

"But, I....,"

The truth is, Anthony, it's alright. Can you spare some time tomorrow (Sunday) to come and lend me a hand? I could arrange to pick you up at around 11 a.m. in the morning.

For a brief second, I was overcome with joy, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Alright. Just alright. Oh, sure, I'd be into it!

She whirled around to face me as I turned to face her. Before she resumed driving, we exchanged quick smiles. A joyful dance ensued in my heart.

Finally, she settled on 11 a.m. as the time.

Maryen entered our parents' land, and after a few more minutes of silent driving, the automobile slowed down. Maryen came to a complete stop, motor still running, after driving another fifty yards, making a left turn, and then a right into their driveway.

"Ok, little brother, you're home."

I smiled as I shifted my gaze to meet hers. I was absolutely elated.

"Please tell Mom and Dad hello from me," she commanded.

"Oh, are you not coming in?"

It is becoming late, so I will simply dash home. Reconcile with you later.

"Ok, thanks Maryen." It was an absurd notion, but I wanted to lean in and touch or kiss her. "I'll see you at 11 a.m. tomorrow, then?"

"Indeed, you will," was her response.

After exiting the vehicle, I retracted the door and locked it behind me. It was back to earth for me.

Turning to wave farewell, Maryen drove off. Oh well, I guess I must gather my ideas now. This is a no-brainer. No mistakes. Correct responses only.

I took a short stroll to my parents' front door and punched in my key. I pushed open the door and stepped inside.

"Hello Anthony." My father's voice rang forth.

He was seated in his chair in the lounge when I entered.

"Hi Dad."

You are running behind schedule. It takes a while to mow that garden, he remarked, chuckling. "I'm sure she convinced you to perform a multitude of additional responsibilities on her behalf, huh?"

Smiling, I looked around. "Yeah, you know what she's like!" I scoffed as I said it.

He responded with a confident "yes, I do" before quietly laughing.

"She says hello, by the way, but she had to go."

Oh, I see. With her own house, she is apparently completely self-sufficient, he said.

For the purpose of making toast, I proceeded to the kitchen. I was about to die of starvation despite Maryen having prepared food for us before we went, because making love three times makes you hungry.

How can I improve my writing skills?

After thirty minutes, I felt I needed to go to bed. Despite my delight, my folks hadn't pressed me for details about my outing with Maryen. It was quite normal for me to spend time with her and lend her a hand because she is my sister.

After placing my plate and other dishes in the dishwasher, I reached for my phone. My parents were in the living room, so I went over to see them.

"I'm tired, so I'm off to bed." I informed them.

"That's pretty early for you, Anthony," my mom would say.

"I did engage in a considerable amount of physical activity, and it's evident that it's worn me down!" I grinned and said, Oh, and I agreed to help Maryen out again tomorrow since she begged me to. At 11 a.m., she will be picking me up.

"That's quite an honor, her picking you up, I mean," commented his father.

Upstairs, I strode with a grin.

With my sister's ideas racing through my mind, I prepared for bed, washed my face, and brushed my teeth. In my drive, I wanted to tell her everything on my mind, but I was too confused to even formulate a meaningful statement. When I did try to interrupt Maryen, I was rEllieved that she had already done so.

As soon as I went to bed, I grabbed my phone. My thoughts have cleared up.

Welcome, Maryen! I have just gone to bed. After waiting a few minutes, I sent a text, but nobody responded. She might have been uncomfortable with our actions or questioned them. I agree; that's rather disgusting now that I'm thinking about it. Since she is my sister, I fail to understand what might possibly make her happy. Hey, I'm really sorry; I was just getting out of the tub. I'm also getting ready to go to bed.

This made my heart skip a beat, she said. Plus, she had included a kiss in her note. Things appeared to be going swimmingly.

Despite my fear, I began to type. It was on my mind to flirt with her, but I wasn't sure it would be a good idea. Ultimately, she remains my older sister. Would it frighten her away if I told her how much I love her? Obviously, it would. Once again, a fog began to form in my thoughts. With my eyes closed, I took a few deep breaths. First things first, I need to keep my profile down.

Tomorrow, I want to meet up with you. Tell me what you want me to do. It was my writing.

Anthony, I’m with you, too. Take it easy, though. This is not a job listing. Basically, I was thinking it would be great if we could hang out more. Am I to understand?

"OK???" my inner monologue yelled out. "Oh my god, that is just perfect!" In the blink of an eye, my cock sprung to life and hardened.

"I think that's fantastic. Seeing you is incredibly important to me, and I didn't want to make any assumptions.

"Great," E said. Same here, xxx.

Then, "There was so much I wanted to say to you in the car."

"Why didn't you?"

"I'm not sure. I suppose I was frightened.

The answer is, "Of what?"

Regarding your thoughts, any regrets you may have had, and any words I might utter, What I'm experiencing is intense.

"Alright, I think we need to clarify something. As my brother, you have my undying love.         I promise I will never intentionally harm you, no matter what. So feel free to tell me anything; I won't mind.

My phone buzzed once again as I began to type a response.

Then, E: "Okay. I am not looking back with remorse, even if my emotions are all over the place as well.

"I love the attention you give me and have done since the first time you brushed my hair."

"It made an impression on me. The way you touched me was tender and caring. The reason I requested that you brush my hair several times was because I wanted something more.

"And I'm glad you always said yes."

"And then the day in the kitchen, you came up behind me, held me, and then kissed me; my heart became yours."

This is what I want, Anthony. Regardless of the cost,.

I was at a loss for words. All I could do was cry. Thoughts of Maryen raced through my head as I slid my hand down to my cock and stroked and played with it while reading her texts beneath my covers. I had to type immediately, though.

"Me too, Maryen; you have rocked my world."

I miss the days of eagerly anticipating combing your hair. I wish you'd ask me every single day. The first time I felt your hair, I was blown away. Impressive, my dear. It's totally my jam.

As I brushed your hair, I used to experience an overwhelming sense of intimacy with you. Plus, my need for more intensified rapidly. You began to evoke such strong emotions in me.

I don't think a brother should act that way. I mean, I will do whatever I can to keep you safe. However, my desire for more grew. I felt the need to plant a kiss on your lips. I desired for you to embrace me. In every possible way, I desired you.

"Great," E said. Been masturbating before? With respect to me?"

That surprised me, to be honest. She's never been subtle, but that was very shocking. Since we obviously knew each other, I figured there was no use in being bashful here. The fact that we are the only ones who truly know each other makes me happy. Continually, we have an incredible bond. You remained firmly implanted in my thoughts. The shame that followed was unbearable, though.

I adore that. Masturbation is taking place above me. A sibling of mine. It is rather scorching.

"I found a picture of you that I would look at and fantasize about."

"Oh, you mischievous lad. Lol. Which image is it?

A picture of you from your senior year of high school, if my memory serves me well, You are stunning.

I recall that. OMG. Is that so?"

Indeed, I was on the verge of ripping it to shreds the first time I masturbated. It was unbearable. Even though it was completely inappropriate, I'm rEllieved I refrained because I spent months daydreaming about you.

You were never in any of my photos. My creative faculties were put to the test.

Then what? Are you saying that you masturbated in front of me?

Certainly, E. On several occasions, I have fantasized about you dropping the hairbrush and leaping on me. Fixing my attention. Lol. My wildest fantasies involve you losing control of yourself, me driving your younger brother crazy with want, and you having to have me despite the fact that I am your sister. You desired me so badly that you would take me regardless of my protests. Oh my god, what a horrifying idea!

"Is that so?" Pretty much, but I would never try to impose my will on you. Aside from the guilt, I never gave any consideration to the incest element.

It was all in my imagination; I know you would never do anything to make me feel that way. The incest, though, is steamy. My mind races at the very idea!

"Could you use my services for that?" Do you know what I mean when I say "force you"? It's more of a dream than an actual force, but nonetheless, I mean, come on.

Yes, absolutely. No one else would have my utmost confidence to achieve it. However, without a doubt, my brother.

"I would never hurt you, Maryen."

"I am aware," E said. I love this because of that. Unconditional faith.

The answer is "Anything else?"

O: "Indeed. Keep in mind that I am your sister. We are cousins because it is so hot. How incredibly sizzling.

Something about that seemed off to me. The incest was a hindrance, in my opinion. Our newfound love would be public knowledge if she weren't my sister. My new girlfriend and my friends are something I could share with my parents. Incest, however, put a halt to everything. However, if Maryen desired that, then it's OK.

Kissing you and making love to you are two things I'm looking forward to. My darling sister, I long to hug you in my arms once more.

Next week, Anthony. We are given the entire day. Where I live. All day. Describe "your" ideal world.

"You are my fantasy; you really are!"

S: "Haha. Nice. What I mean is... How would you like me to treat you tomorrow?

A: "Absolutely everything. So long as it includes being intimate with you and kissing you.

"Don't fret; I will secure you in position with superglue. Lol."

"Haha, that hurts! I don't bEllieve my parents would be happy if I went home with you after my cock is dead, so please don't do that. Laugh out loud!

S: "Haha. Nice. Fantasy, would you please?

I mean, you are the biggest fantasy of mine. You are aware that I adore your hair, but if you insist, I will cave. Seriously, your hair is gorgeous. This is very stunning. In the midst of our passionate embrace, I would like to have your hair tousled across my body. Against me, it is your greatest strength. As far as fantasies go, nothing beats my sister and her locks. Holy cow!

"Alright, I see. I want to make you happy, little bro.

I was at a loss for words. Is this all happening in my head? I had never experienced something so bizarre in my whole life. I had a terrific, sexually charged, and passionate relationship with my sister in less than a day. Plus, everything appeared to be improving rapidly. Something had shifted in my life.

So that I may have a nice night's sleep, I will say goodnight. I hope tomorrow is a really energetic day for me. Our meeting time tomorrow is 11 a.m.

Aching in my erection.

Elisabeth, good night. "I am so excited.

I felt a rush of excitement the second I opened my eyes. I took a glance at the time by raising my watch. I slept in for once; the time was 9:11.

On this Sunday, with little more than two hours to wait, Maryen was due to come and get me. I felt an unbEllievable amount of enthusiasm.

Without wasting any time, I got out of bed and devised a strategy. Breakfast, teeth and floss, aftershave, clothing, hair and pubes, shower and shave, teeth and floss again...

Hold for a second; something about this seems fishy. No, I am not going on a date; instead, I am visiting my sister. Actually, my parents have no idea who I am—I'm just sort of. Stuff that seems odd is out of my league. Sure, forget the aftershave and dress more ordinarily. All the other things they will be unaware of.

Getting my towel, I made my way to the restroom.

The sentence is a complete and utter mess.

By 10:34, I was prepared. Because I didn't want my parents to know how anxious and happy I was, I returned to my room and took up my guitar. In my mind, I was strumming chords at random, trying to come up with terms that would rhyme with Maryen's name. Also, try rhyming with her name. I fiddled around for what felt like an eternity, until suddenly I could make out the sound of a vehicle outside my window. My heart raced as I hurried over to see outside. Sure, sure. As she entered the driveway, Maryen was behind the wheel. I checked the time. 11:00 a.m. How quickly has this year passed? She was coming to get me, so it didn't matter to me.

I threw my instrument onto my bed and began sprinting downstairs. "No, wait! For some reason, I convinced myself to go at a leisurely pace. If you're going to help her out around the house, there's no need to get thrilled. This is an unpleasant task; all you're doing is being a nice brother.

As I descended the stairs, I beheld my mother making her way to the entrance. "Anthony, have you seen Maryen?" she yelled. Neither she nor anybody else had noticed me.

"OK!" I yelled back in jest. I was taken aback as my mother abruptly spun around. "Oh, you!!" she exclaimed.

"Sorry, Mum," I said, "but you know, I am going to be a good deed do'er today, so I need a bit of fun to start the day with."

There was a fit of laughter from my mom. It was "you rather than me," she remarked.

In the same instant that Maryen opened the door, I made my way to it. My divine, alluring, and exquisite sister appeared absolutely stunning with a touch of makeup and freshly styled, silky hair—she didn't even require any.

"Oh, hi, bro," she remarked. "You're ready for me."

"Always Maryen." I pretended not to be very intrigued.

Maryen went over to Mom and gave her a bear hug. "Hi Mum."

"How is your new home?" Mother inquired.

I'm really appreciative. But there's a lot to do to make it seem more like home.

"Well, it's lucky you've got a willing brother to help you." "Mum," she said.

A smile spread across Maryen's face.

"Shall we get some coffee and go?" "Sure, I'd love to, but we have a lot of things to accomplish, so I think it would be best if we just got moving, if that's okay with you. Anthony, are you okay with this?

Ugh, no, I thought. "No, it's perfectly fine," I respond.

The sentence is a complete and utter mess.

Maryen and I strolled over to the vehicle. She pivoted to face me. With a simple "Hi," she introduced herself. You returned my grin.

With a racing heart, we hopped in the car. It was obvious that we were both aware that we should act "normally" around our parents while we were out in public. We were no longer within earshot, yet that didn't stop us from communicating.

"Hello," Maryen greeted once again, "it's wonderful to see you."

As soon as Maryen turned the key, the engine started up. After releasing the handbrake, she shifted into drive and began to accelerate.

Maryen, words fail me when I try to express my enthusiasm for seeing you. You are looking stunning.

"I appreciate it, but since you're my younger brother, you're obligated to compliment me," she remarked cheerfully.

"Well, that may be the case, but I also happen to want to rip your clothes off and do shocking, un-brotherly things to you." As I turned around to wave at our parents, I tried not to make any facial expressions. The mansion dipped out of sight as Maryen veered sharply away from the grounds.

"Is that so?" She spoke with a straight face and a smile, saying, "I'm not sure you should be talking to me like that." Her eyes were fixed on the road ahead. "I mean, anyone would think you fancy your own sister or something!"

"Oh, Maryen, you have no idea," I responded. "No idea!"

I extended my hand and discovered that it was hers. Thankfully, Maryen's vehicle was an automatic, allowing her to freely place her hand in mine as we interlaced our fingers. As soon as I felt her hand, my thumb began delicately caressing its back. Feeling her flesh was a wonderful rEllief. I brought her hand closer to mine and planted a kiss on it. I had to tell myself, "God, I love my sister," again.

The sentence is a complete and utter mess.

To reach Maryen's apartment, it took twenty minutes. We hadn't said much, but we rode together with our hands clasped. As she drew up, she flipped off the engine.

On her way to tell me, "Ok, little brother, we are here," she turned to face me. "Shall we go in?"

"I think so." The anxiousest of all, I said it.

I pushed open the door and stepped out. As I saw Maryen exit the vehicle, I had to pinch myself to be sure this wasn't a dream. Oh my god, that girl I couldn't have feelings for was just breathtaking.

Gently shutting the door, I stepped around to trail after her. Her long, straight brunette hair cascaded down to her waist as she made her way towards her apartment, glistening in the sunlight and subtly swaying with each stride. It was too beautiful to be held in this place; I wanted to reach out and touch it.

I couldn't help but think about her fantasies as we made our way to her front door: "I have fantasized that you just couldn't control yourself; that I drove my own little brother mad with desire; that you just had to have me even though I am your own sister." You desired me so badly that you would take me regardless of my protests. Oh my god, what a horrifying idea!

After Maryen unlocked her door, we strolled inside. I slammed the door shut after leaving.

As I pivoted to confront her, I noticed that she remained still, only appearing innocent.

By the time I reached Maryen, I had to have her. I stepped across to get her.

Quickly, I drew her close, wrapping my left arm around her waist and placing my right arm beneath her knees. Without her noticing, her right arm encircled my neck, and I swiftly lifted her, causing her hair to cascade backwards into the empty area behind her. Despite her expression of astonishment, she let out a cry of delight. I clamped my lips into hers the second she opened hers to speak.

Her minty breath and lipstick were immediately palatable to me. In response to my advances, she pressed her lips against mine and offered her tongue to my mouth; her eyes were closed as she breathed through her nose. Wow, my sister tongue, that's amazing. I wholeheartedly consented, and our tongues resumed their dance.

I was still wide-eyed as my sisters led me to her bedroom. Before, I had been admiring their attractiveness while I kissed her. With our lips still interlocked, I continued to carry her as I made my way up the stairs.

I made it to the staircase and climbed up it. Maryen saw what was going on and ended our passionate kiss.

"Really?" replied she, "are you going to carry me up?"

For sure, I exclaimed. You are mine, and I must be inside of you at this very moment. My anticipation is palpable. Furthermore, I will not allow you to escape. Therefore, my beautiful sister, you will remain embraced by me!

After that, I climbed a little further. With a smile on her face, Maryen lifted her hand to mine and brought it closer to hers, kissing me again as I moved up the stairs. It was obvious that she knew I could easily carry her.

At the very top of the stairs, I glanced around for her bedroom—a task that proved surprisingly challenging without causing us to break our kiss—which was something I certainly did not want to do.

I cautiously made my way to her bedroom door after discovering it.

I was still holding her when we arrived at her door, and I couldn't reach the doorknob. Because I didn't want to end the kiss, I just stood there. She grasped the problem at once and, using her left hand, slid down to the door handle, opening it. It was fantastic. One advantage of having identical DNA is that we are completely in sync with each other.

Without stopping, I made my way to her bedside. I laid flat on top of her as I set her down on the bed. Our kiss was briefly interrupted as she fell into bed, but we quickly resumed it as our kissing grew more passionate. I reached under her head to draw her face into mine, and my fingers tangled in her smooth, silky hair. My cock wanted nothing more than to be inside of her as we lay there kissing, but I can't remember how long we lay there since I was losing track of time. I ended the kiss.

"I have to be inside you, Maryen."

I began removing her shoes by working my way down her legs.

"Allow me to handle it," she pleaded. "If you take off your clothes, it will be quicker."

To begin stripping down, I sprung from the bed and tossed my t-shirt to the side of the room as I slipped off my sneakers. After that, I released my belt, and my jeans slid to the ground. I kneeled down to take off my socks, but I was briefly sidetracked by the sight of Maryen taking off her bra. Despite their small size, I adored her breasts. I was going to demonstrate to her today how much I loved them; in fact, I loved them very much. That was the ideal pair.

I was standing there in my underpants now that I had taken off my socks.

We couldn't have timed it better; Maryen had also stripped down to her underwear, removing her delicate white pants.

Looking deeply into each other's eyes, we both lingered for a few seconds, relishing the anticipation and the grins that were beginning to appear on our faces. Like two synchronized swimmers, we undressed one after the other. The whole "being in sync" thing was quite arousing and intensified the experience.

My member was liberated. Its resolute stance, with its head held high, indicated its intent to venture into the forbidden territory.

On my way to Maryen's bed, I pivoted. She smiled at me from the depths of her glittering eyes as she lay there, angelic, her hair cascading over the edge of the bed. Her lips shimmered, and her eyes sparkled.

Impossible, I adore my sister, I said as I continued to advance.

"Well, then, come and get me; demonstrate your love for me," she whispered.

It was unnecessary to ask me again. I advanced a little farther and rested my left knee on her bed, somewhat to the left of her right leg. As I lowered myself upon her, my left hand rested on her bedside, providing support, while my right leg slid between her legs. Her naked flesh on mine felt amazing; her petite, perfectly formed breasts provided minimal support beneath mine, but that was irrelevant as our lips met. I placed most of my weight on my elbows as my hands connected with hers, which swung over her head.

It was a passionate kiss. Were we kissing? Oh my! Uncontrollably, our breaths race, and our tongues twirl wildly in unison. I didn't want to miss a thing, so I kept my eyes peeled. Her delightful scent, which is unique to my sister, wafted into my nostrils. I desired to immerse myself in her, become one with her, and dissolve into her.

Plus, I had to be with her right this second.

I attempted to join her "hands-free" position by shifting my hips forward, but my cock didn't respond as expected. I released Maryen's left hand and brought my cock sensuously to the entrance it desired using my right hand. Once again, my palm returned to her cradle.

Despite her wetness, I had forgotten how tight she was, so my cock barely went halfway inside her. Consequently, I retreated slightly before reapplying pressure; this time, my entire member slid inside her.

Merely "Oh fuck" was my response. "Wow, it is incredible. "Oh my goodness, Maryen!"

"I see. "Oh my!" When my cock slid all the way in, Maryen let out a gasp.

My own blood sister—the one I had fantasized about for a long time—was the object of my incessant fucking for the second day in a row. Notwithstanding this, I was already far within her reach.

Pulling back in, I retreated. Pulling back in, I retreated. The sensation was beyond words. Everything was overwhelming to me. She had given in to me and let her own brother rape her while she lay underneath me. A kaleidoscope of sensations: her flawless skin on my fingertips, her lips against mine, her tongue in my mouth, mine in hers, my hand cradling her head, her fingers tangled in her silky hair that hung over the edge of the bed. I couldn't handle it.

"Maryen, I can't last; I need to cum."

"It's alright, we have the whole day," she reassured me as she drew me closer and crossed her knees behind my back, "but I want you to cum inside me." To me, she whispered.

No way. No way. I beheld her from below. What a model she was. Our tongues swirled once more, and my senses were overwhelmed once more as I rammed my mouth back over hers.

I finally lost my composure. I surrendered and poured my heart out to her with an intensity that was beyond description. I felt a surge of oxytocin, my pulse rate increased, and dopamine was coursing through my brain. I was overjoyed. God, I was ecstatic.

I laid my head on Maryen's pillow and buried my face in her beautiful hair. Her hair was so gentle as it brushed across my face, and the delightful cocktail scent of her shampoo was a delightful addition.

As I descended from my euphoric peak, I felt my pulse rate decrease and my mind clear. I felt Maryen's delicate touch on the nape of my neck. The care and tenderness in her touch were truly remarkable.

We kissed, more in a loving than passionate way, and I moved my face to face her. But I knew that Maryen likely still had a fire blazing because I was the only one who had been fulfilled because of my own lack of self-control. So, I suppose it was fitting that I serve as her personal firefighter.

My apology is insufficient; I simply couldn't help myself. You're the one to blame, though. I playedfully teased, "Because you're such a huge magnet!"

"Good luck with starting a 'me too' on that one." According to her,.

A chuckle escaped my lips as I said, "Hey, that was funny."

At first, I just tickled her side gently. She drew back and twisted.

With a giggle, she yelled out, "Stop!"

I got down on my knees and kept going, hoping to launch a more effective attack.

"God, you're such an annoying little brother!" she said.

I began to tickle both sides simultaneously. With more wriggling, pushing, and giggling, Maryen pushed my hands away.

I sat on her and stared into her eyes as we continued to tickle for a short while longer. As her laughter faded, her hands firmly gripped my wrists.

"Maryen, you're absolutely stunning," I said, completely absorbed. Despite having clenched it less than five minutes prior, my cock was already regaining its rigid consistency. Everything about her—her air, her fragrance, and her attractiveness—was captivating. My hand slid down to caress her face. Her beautiful smile spread across her face.

Sobbing, I said, "Your turn."

"Excuse me, I need to go freshen up. Please wait," she pleaded. Perhaps it would be more pleasant.

Maryen rose from her bed and left her bedroom. My gaze shifted to the ceiling as I lied on my back. My heart soared.

As I heard the sound of running water through her unlocked bedroom door, my mind began to speculate. It was clear that Maryen was in the shower.

Maryen began to sing when the water turned off a few minutes later.

"Fuck it, Lana Del Rey, I love you," I told myself. "I didn't know she liked Lana!" The fact that "Norman Fucking Rockwell!" is an album I really enjoy means that our common ancestry has reared its ugly head again. A laugh escaped me.

With a revitalized and breathtaking appearance, Maryen reentered the room. After our first appointment, her hair was already neat and tidy, and she had even brushed it.

"There," she asserted, "I feel clean again."

"And I feel ready again," I said as I peered down at my enlarged member. "Come here, you."

We sat side by side on her bed after I grasped her hand. As I leaned in for a kiss, her gentle lips touched mine. I gently caressed her right breast, reaching up to touch it. I wished that one of her delicate and exquisite nipples would come into my mouth.

"Lay back; it's my turn to take care of you." I informed you.

As Maryen rolled onto her back, my lips pressed against the breast I had been caressing. Instantly, her still-small but-firm nipples swelled.

While I kissed and licked her nipple and breasts, my hand discovered her other breast. Just two days before, the thought of doing this would have been unimaginable, yet now here I am, nude, on the bed with my sister, kissing her breast. Oh no!

In an effort to gauge the intensity with which she desired my company, I delicately squeezed her right nipple while fondling her right breast.

As I persisted in sucking and massaging her breasts, Maryen let out a sigh. After about fifteen to twenty seconds, she let out an even louder groan. I sucked and squeezed a bit more forcefully as a result. She moaned even louder after ten to fifteen seconds. It was clear that what I was doing was really turning on Maryen.

Now, I've read that some women may have an orgasmic response just from stimulating their nipples, but I couldn't say for sure since I'd never done it myself. That, however, appears to be the case with Maryen at the moment. Curious to find out whether this was real, I persisted intently, tuning into Maryen's body through her external emotions to arouse her to her fullest potential.

I could see Maryen was loving it as I pressed my fingers across her nipple. I figured I'd take it to the next level and outline her nipple in circles with a single motion after licking my finger. She spoke back.

She said, "Oh my god!" (source).

Then, using my tongue instead of my finger, I mimicked my action on the other breast. My tongue and finger were now caressing her nipples in a clockwise motion.

Maryen's head cocked back as her hips began to buck.

She yelled out, "What the fuck are you doing to me?"

I went on. Repetitive motion. After that, to throw off the anticipation, a swift movement over the nipple—which should be quite sensitive by this point—and back again. When I did this, Maryen let out a gasp.

Once again, I proceeded to go in a counter-clockwise direction. On both sides of the nipples, once more. The cycle continues.

Overwhelmed with emotion, she said, "Oh my god!"

For the next thirty seconds or so, I kept doing this, and Maryen became increasingly animated and, I got the impression, irritated. So I figured I'd lend her a hand. Therefore, I located her vagina with my free hand, and Maryen screamed as I began to work on her clitoris.

"OHHHHH ANTHONYWWWW!!"

Maryen's body started to tremble wildly, as if she had suffered a terrible attack of the chills.

She said, "Oh my!"

For at least ten seconds, Maryen lay there trembling. "Oh, what was that?"

I said, "Did you cum?"

"I am completely confused; I've never experienced anything like that," she murmured, her voice still trembling.

I certainly did not want to let her descend too rapidly, but it may have only added credence to the idea of nipple orgasm.

Consequently, I kneeled down to meet her vagina with my lips. Despite our intense making out session yesterday, I was eagerly anticipating the opportunity to sample her.

"What are you doing?" He said, "Hang on, no, no, not yet; I don't think I can take it yet." She said no.

I pressed on, though, embracing her legs and taking in her lovely scent. My sister was this person. The horror! My sister!

She didn't have a beard, but she was well-groomed and not completely bald either. I would have been content with anything, as she was my sister.

I leaned in and kissed her vagina. The anticipation made my cock hurt.

My mouth loosened around her as I probed her tender, moist entrance with my tongue. This tasted like honey.

I continued to apply suction to Maryen's vagina despite her loud gasp and forceful bobbing of her hips. Her clitoris was the target of my tongue flicks.

I held my breath for at least 30 seconds before I finally let go. Quickly, I lowered my jaw and swallowed Maryen's vaginal lips into my mouth, running my tongue over them.

Her body language and expressions indicated that she enjoyed this. Thus, I persisted in sucking and licking. I would introduce a new source of pleasure for her, such as French kissing her vagina or sucking her clitoris, whenever I sensed that she was becoming overly stimulated.

It was my objective to drive her crazy. The pinnacle of success should have belonged to her. I yearned for her undivided affection. I prefer to be the only one who stimulates me. Plus, I wanted her to remember her brother as the source of her most intense climaxes in the event that our prohibited connection terminated (oh my goodness, I hope not!). The most powerful.

There were a lot of other ideas floating around in my head on how to pique her interest, some of which I had picked up from my past relationships and others from carefully viewing porn. My sister, though, was going to receive my undivided attention. Despite my desire for her to look up to me and admire me, I felt it was important for her to understand that there was always room for growth and development. I simply wanted her to have intense orgasms, so I was careful not to do too much too quickly.

Plus, I had a feeling this was going to fall into that category.

Maryen was extremely animated at the time; she was fucking my tongue vigorously with her hips swaying and buckled.

Now she had her fingers tangled in my hair as she squeezed my head and drew me closer to her. It nearly stung that I had no idea she was that powerful. It would have made her happier if she had smacked me in the face, but I was indifferent to that.

Sense told me she was nearby.

I aimed for her jugular and plunged my tongue deep into her vagina. Maryen shrieked in answer to my immediate question. I again flicked her clitoris after removing my tongue, as the ideal moment had not yet arrived. Once more, I forcefully inserted my tongue inside her.

"Holy fucking shit!" she cried out in the midst of her second, even more severe outbreak of shaking.

She let out a cry of "Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t!" as the metallic sweetness of her voice filled my mouth.

I heard an inward yell of "GOAALLL!" "2:1!!"

I was determined to keep going. Absolutely not. As much as possible, I wanted Maryen to remain in a euphoric state. To implore me to cease.

At times, I would apply a moderate amount of pressure while flicking my tongue delicately over her clitoris, and at other times, I would vigorously lather it.

Maryen was still trembling. I raised my eyes to meet hers and saw a distorted, twisted face, as if she were in excruciating agony. I was bracing myself for an eruption, but I had no idea when she had last breathed.

As predicted, Maryen let out a big breath and then let out an equally mighty scream, the sound of which I assumed her neighbors could hear well.

"AAAAGGGGHHHHHHH, STOP!!!" she yelled out. "Please stop; I can't stand any more!!!!"

She yanked her hips away from me and shoved my head. After obeying the order, I removed my mouth from her privates.

Except my cock wasn't on board. He had become agitated and swollen and wanted to do something. Because this was my sister, I really wanted a second release for my balls.

As a result, I shoved Maryen aside and mounted her.

By saying "Oh yes, Oh yes!" she was going against her previous demand. "Oh, yes, please!"

My member discovered her opening and, with her gentle assistance, glided right in.

Everything was driving me crazy.

Gazing at her stunning locks resting beside her head, I couldn't help but widen my eyes. I took it in my palm and held it up to my face.

My voice was nearly uncontrollable as I pounded into Maryen, but I managed to get out, "I fucking love your hair. Maryen, I fucking love you!"

"Oh God, you're my sister... my sister, I'm fucking my sister," I blurted out. "I'm fucking my sister."

"Oh, oh, OH!" was Maryen's response. Sure, sure, sure. Oh my, Anthony, I'm so mad with you!

For the next ten seconds, I pumped blood into her as she pumped blood into mine; our breathing was as rapid as an Olympic runner's.

It became too much for me to bear.

When Maryen felt my balls erupt, it set off a domino effect in her, and she began having several orgasms for the fourth time.

We continued to squawk via our nostrils while our lips remained closed.

Currently, I had both of my hands on Maryen's head as I drew her face close to mine.

Our cries echoed across the air. We were bound together. Our DNA was identical. We were almost a unit.

As my body became slack, my cock remained buried deep inside her, and the scent of her engulfed my senses. I slumped over her.

I was very drained, yet incredibly content.

Maryen could see my expression. All she could do was stare up at the ceiling with her eyes shut.

I delicately kissed her cheek. I told her, "I love you so much."

Upon waking up, she cocked her head to look at me. Her response was, "Same."

As I lay there, taking in her gaze, I could feel her breath slipping over my left shoulder.

My left arm cradled Maryen's head while we remained in this position for around five minutes, allowing all the blood to drain from my cock. Maryen's knees supported my hips during this time. My incestuous sperm was limp and dripping down her posterior; it had nearly dried up and was dripping from her vagina.

She said softly, "Hold me," as she rolled over onto her right side.

As she spun around, I yanked her hair out from beneath her and tucked it behind her back. With her gentle hair cascading down my chest and my belly now brushing her back, I drew nearer to her, placing my right arm beneath her neck. I drew her close to me by placing my left arm over her side. As I caressed the side of her head, I moaned in contentment and kissed her neck.

Even though I couldn't bEllieve this was happening, I felt complete and utter joy as I held my sister. As we both fell asleep, I cradled Maryen in my arms, letting her hands rest on my wrists.

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After over an hour of napping, I gradually woke up. It was clear that Maryen was still asleep since I could sense her steady breathing. I was afraid waking her up would be too much of a hassle, but the idea of physically hugging my sister was still foreign to me, and I felt my cock growl again. Since I had never before experienced such powerful erections or passionate sex—and certainly not within the last twenty-four hours—I was a little sore. On the other hand, my sister lay before me. Sisterhood runs in my family. Feelings of exhilaration would wash over me whenever that notion crossed my mind.

Now that I was within three inches of her opening, my cock was rocking hard once more. Our diluted bodily fluids continued to shimmer at her vaginal opening, forming a minuscule pool of intimacy between us and facilitating the act of inserting it.

As the temptation grew unbearable, I cockily pointed my cock at the door while cockily extending my hips forward.

My cock slid right in after I softly pushed. Return to paradise, oh my.

After a few seconds of my slow inhalations and exhalations, I could feel Maryen's body twitching; she was starting to wake up.

As I tenderly continued, I kissed her neck twice and felt her delicate hair caress my face.

Maryen's hips began to sway rhythmically, matching the beat of my own.

"Oh yes," she said softly, "Anthony..."

I felt her nipple when I brought my left hand over her left breast. While I was still kissing her neck, I began to playfully touch, squeeze, and stimulate her nipple. The movement of my cock was tender and kind. But I remained unmoved.

Looking to her left, Maryen cocked her head. I pressed on as much as I could since she was unable to turn it far enough to see me.

"What are you doing to me?" she asked. I loved it since it was an emotional statement rather than a question. This signified that I had succeeded in making her happy, content, and eager for more. Additional me.

As far as my head could turn, we had a little uncomfortable kiss, our tongues frantically seeking contact.

To heighten the intensity of the moment, I subtly applied pressure with my right hand as it slid under her head (I like holding her head!).

I stepped up the tempo and depth of my hip movements.

Following a brief period of inappropriate activity, Maryen contorted herself to the left, intertwining her left leg with mine and counterclockwise twisting her hips. I could twist my body to get slightly higher above her, and suddenly there was more room for me to go deeper. Our tongues were now free to dance, and we had a far more pleasurable kiss as a result. I entwined my right hand in her hair and caressed her right breast with my left hand.

We assumed an almost scissor-like stance, with me maintaining her position with a pincer grasp on her right leg and pushing in and out of her with my hips rotated. I vigorously rubbed and kissed her breasts while feigning her while my desire and hunger consumed me.

I removed my left hand from her breast and slid it toward her vagina while bloodhounding it with my middle finger, now that her clitoris was exposed. Almost instantly, I spotted it; it was firm, bloated, and exceedingly slick. I was worried I might have to lick my finger before I could begin caressing, massaging, and stimulating, but it turned out I didn't have to.

Maryen was now wide awake and very engrossed; she loudly moaned into my lips. With her eyes wide open, she stared at me. The intensity in her gaze was intense, bordering on pain, yet it was also intense pleasure.

Increasingly louder, Maryen moaned with each finger cycle. My finger went in a never-ending cycle, building up the tension in my sister until she finally snapped.

Maryen let out a piercing scream as her body trembled wildly once again.

In a panic, she yelled out, "My brother, my brother, oh fuck, my brother!" Though I couldn't put my finger on it, I had a feeling whatever was going on in her mind was positive.

I kept on fucking her in this way so she could keep enjoying herself, and she was always on the brink. She remained visibly trembling. I simply wanted to do whatever I could to keep her in her comfort zone since I could see she was having a great time.

Her muscles began to relax after about fifteen seconds, and it became evident that she had reached her limit. Now it was my time, though, and the strain was on my balls.

After retrieving my member, I motioned for her to lie on her front. She seemed to anticipate my move because she opened her legs in response.

I gently gathered her locks and draped them over her back, making them seem as smooth as silk. For a few seconds, I stared at it. Despite its stunning beauty, it did nothing except stiffen my cock.

I ascended upon her while she had her legs widely spread and reintroduced my cock to its new vaginal environment. Just as I had anticipated, the sensation of her hair caressing my face, chest, and stomach was tremendously strong as I lowered myself onto her. Oh, and the aroma? It was really delightful! I wanted to wait for the perfect moment, even though I could have slept immediately without any more stimulation. Now that my cock was firmly planted in her, I resumed pumping—quicker, stronger, faster, oh my god, my sister... I pressed my lips on hers in every possible location, including her head, cheeks, neck, and back.

Greetings, Anthony, and thank you to your sister, Maryen said. Get horny with your sister.

My goodness! Listening to her say that was rather shocking! She was being really "incestuous," and I found it rather appealing! The whole "waiting for the right moment" thing... yeah, right!

My cock pounded nonstop, and my balls burst! My entire body began to tremble at this point.

My hips pushed to force my cock as deep inside as it would go, and Maryen swung her hands around to hold my behind as my semen blasted into her. I could see Maryen lying beneath me, so I kept my eyes open. I am standing on top of my sister.

Her profile and mouth, in addition to her graceful neck, full lips, and profile, are all that I could ever adore. She was flawless, flawless, flawless. She was still talking, and her lips were moving, but my attention was elsewhere. The pleasure zone is now mine to enjoy.

As I felt her hair brush against my breast and stomach again, I felt like collapsing. My body froze. I was experiencing intense pleasure during my third orgasm of the day.

When was the last time I had three orgasms in a single day? Three orgasms in a single day—had it ever happened to me? Not in three hours, at least. I wasn't sure I had. But I wasn't certain of anything; my thoughts were all over the place. Pure bliss was racing through my thoughts.

Maryen, let me enjoy the pleasure of lying there motionless for a few minutes.

Maryen eventually spoke.

That was really incredible, she exclaimed. You have no idea how much I wanted things to work out. Just yesterday. Right now.

"Really?" A jubilant "I said," "It never occurred to me. For some reason, I always felt that I was the only one who was strange. I desire you. Relying on you. The sensations I had for you caused my head to explode several times with bewilderment and shame.

"Mine too," she remarked. "I guess we are both weirdos then, huh?"

I gingerly lifted my weight off of her and shifted to my right, resting flat beside her as we locked gazes.

When we were talking, I was at a loss for words. In an attempt to conceal my true emotions and the mental turmoil I was experiencing, I would only stare at you. I stated, "I've known for a while that I shouldn't have felt the way I did for you, but I didn't know how to tell you. As a sister, I was afraid we might part ways. Really, my sisterly love extends to you. I was afraid of messing that up.

"But you were the one who started it," replied the woman, "in the kitchen, holding me and kissing me."

"Yeah, I suppose so," I responded. "Had I wanted to, I could have fucked it all. However, I simply could not resist. You had a profound effect on me. The courage to do that escaped me completely.

"Well, I'm pleased you did," she remarked. "I'm glad you did."

"And you really love me that much as a sister?"

Yes, absolutely. Even before I began to regard you as more than just a friend, I adored you. "I said it," I declared. "I adore you because you are my older sister. But now, my friend, you're really mind-blowing! A wide grin spread across my face.

"That's nice," she remarked.

I didn't go on for a while after that.

"But it's kind of scary, don't you think?" "I aid..

"In what way?"

"Well. What comes up after this? Returning to our roles as siblings, shall we? Could we?"

In response, she said, "Is that what you want?"

Oh no. Absolutely not. I messed up. "Oh my, no. You will be mine forever. This is too good to finish. That's the terrifying part.

"Good," she remarked.

"And how about you?" I inquired, "You haven't told me what you want."

Maryen waited for another interval before continuing.

"I bEllieve I am in trouble," she said. It so happens that my brother is the man I've developed feelings for. That is an issue. Quite yet, I fail to understand that. I mean, the moment I told my family and friends about the man I'm in love with, I was always ecstatic. And having a beautiful white wedding. As well as purchasing a large home. "And for us to fill the house with our children," she said after a moment of apparent anguish.

Oh my! My heart just plummeted. My sister and I fell in love, and this was the result. I was destroying her future.

She went on.

For the moment, all I can say is that you have the power to make me feel incredible, loved, and wanted, but I will give this some more thought later. And I am really smitten with you, literally! Nothing or no one has ever sparked such intense desire in me.

I understand how you feel, Maryen. To hear that I am to blame for your problems, though, hurts like hell. Well, it's evident that I am. Obviously, I am. It was a mistake on my part to begin it. I ought to have known the outcome would be this way. My intention is always to avoid causing you harm.

"No, no." "No, quitting there," Maryen admonished. Because I allowed it to happen. We achieved this as a team.

Until Maryen spoke once again, there was quiet.

"But you know what's really fucked up?"

"What?" "I said," I declared.

The idea of you becoming my brother is very thrilling to me. And that's my sibling banging me from within. The term incest has evolved from a pejorative to an exclamatory one. Is that even possible?

Something made me chuckle. An expression of scorn crossed Maryen's face as she glanced at me at first, but then a grin spread across her lips. After that, a laugh. Laughter followed. We were both in fits of laughter before long.

"Fucking hell, Maryen." It made me chuckle.

"Why are you laughing?" she said, attempting to rein in her laughter.

The fact that you are my sister is something that has captivated me several times today. My internal monologue was gushing with excitement as I was inside of you, proclaiming, "I'm fucking my own sister!" I felt terrible that I was thinking that, but it seems like you were thinking the same thing.

For another fifteen seconds or so, we just laughed it off until Maryen broke the silence.

"Bloody hell, I guess we're both going to hell then!"

"Yeah, I guess so," replied I, "but as long as I am there with you, I'm ok with it."

The words "me too" escaped her lips.

Maryen gently lifted her hand and began to touch my face. It was beautiful, genuine love.

I extended my right arm and slipped it beneath her chin. Her head landed on my chest as she drew nearer, her hair cascading over my arm and her right hand resting on my stomach.

I would have fucked her again at that very moment if I weren't hurting. My feelings for her were intense and passionate, yet I was exhausted.

With our faces barely touching, we fell into a peaceful slumber.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally awoke at about five o'clock in the afternoon. Those five hours had been the most incredible and unforgettable of my life. It was bliss on earth every moment I was with Maryen.

Having said that, there was that little period when she was quite controlling—but that was just adolescent big sister syndrome, which I imagine every sibling has gone through—and I've generally enjoyed spending time with my sisters ever since.

But she's always been a sweetheart and a protector of my feelings whether we were in public, whether it was with relatives or friends. I was the most vulnerable member of our big extended family as I was the youngest. However, Maryen frequently would envelop me in a nurturing embrace, signaling, "This is my little brother; leave him alone," in her own special manner. Obviously, nothing sexual.

It was beautiful, though. Because of the comfort and security it brought me, I admired her.

Things were drastically different today. As lovers, we were on equal ground. In hindsight, I suppose those formative years were only laying the groundwork for the love that has blossomed into the intense sexual desire I currently have for her.

Regarding my admiration for long hair, did it indeed originate with Lexi on the school bus when I was a kid, and now it just complements Maryen? Is Maryen actually its original source, though, because that's who I think of when I hear it?I thought, "Interesting philosophical question," but ultimately, it is irrelevant. I will never forget the greatest sexual attraction I have ever had, and it was a mix of my sister and her long, stunning hair.

As I lay there, gazing at her still body, the thought crossed my mind: Isn't this the most ordinary thing that could ever happen? Ultimately, to develop romantic feelings for her? I am familiar with her. Her word is law in my book. She is quite aroused by our shared past, which I do not and will not have with anybody else. The act of falling for her appeared to be the most natural and apparent choice at that moment.

As I thought about this, my cock began to swell, but, uh, it hurt! My entire being was enlivened by the mere sight of her.

Now that our bodies were apart, I slipped off the bed carefully so as not to rouse her. I crept stealthily to the restroom, where I turned on the water and got in the shower. I wanted it hot so I could wash away all the dried perspiration and give my cock a nice massage. I basked in the warmth as I stood beneath the stream. My inner monologue inquired, "When was the last time I was this happy?" "Never." was the response the respondent gave.

Reality, though, began to set in at that point. Even though it was just for three years, the prospect of starting college in less than two weeks to earn my degree felt like a prison term. Without frequent visits from Maryen, how was I supposed to manage?

I reminded myself, "Get a grip. There are ways; we will make it work." At that same moment, Maryen strolled in through the door of the restroom.

"Oh, that's a brilliant plan," she blurted out. "Can I come in?"

As I opened the door, I said, "Certainly."

Maryen entered the room and encircled my waist with her arms.

She proclaimed, "I'm very sore." on her part.

As I embraced her, I said, "Me too!" and giggled.

We held each other for a few minutes while we stood there under the water.

"You know I'm back at college in two weeks?" My response was, "Will you come and visit me?"

Maryen spoke out after a little pause.

"I'd love to, but how would that work? I mean, where would I stay?"

"In my room with me."

"Eh?" she questioned. "In your room? Your sister in your room?"

"But what if we told people you were my girlfriend? Who would know the difference? Who would guess that you are really my sister?" I said.

Still no sound.

"Really?"

"Why not? It might be fun apart from anything."

"But we look similar."

"Lots of people look similar; that doesn't mean they are related." I responded.

Maryen was clearly contemplating something when the room fell silent once more.

"Well, if I did come, I could only come on weekends. I've got work during the week."

"Absolutely, no problem," I exclaimed with enthusiasm. "Of course, I understand that. And other weekends, I could come and see you. And also during term breaks."

"So we wouldn't be brother and sister for those weekends; we would be boyfriend and girlfriend," added the woman. "Hmmm, that's exciting! Let me think about it."

Saying, "Alright," I embraced her even more tightly.

After a few more minutes of holding hands, Maryen took a handful of shower gel and began massaging my body. My cock ached from her incredible touch, but I forced myself to focus on something else as I didn't want to respond. However, I quickly had a tumescent erection because it wasn't really effective. Oh my goodness, it hurt!

"I would love to lend a hand, but I'm seriously hurting," Maryen explained as she examined the object. Should I give it a kiss?"

While my expression betrayed my distress, I whispered to Maryen, "I'd really love that, but maybe not just now."