The Kiss that didn’t Miss

I would first like to thank auntyliz for editing this, It probably would have never gotten to lush if it were not for her.

This story begins with a guy and his sister.
 
Now before I start I must point out that the relationship between myself and my sister isn’t any different than any other siblings; we occasionally fight and bicker but all in all we get along just fine. So let me tell you a bit about my sister.

She is nearly eighteen, average height with a toned body and has got brown soft curled hair with blondish streaks and piercing blue eyes. The most noticeable thing is her perfect smile; I know it sounds cliché but it’s what I’m told by friends and many others. Enough said, my sister is the cute yet beautiful sort and frankly I’ve always thought that way of her.

Now I am a year younger and the opposite of her – tall, 6’3″ to be exact; I have brown hair spiked in the front and share my sister’s eye colour. I am not the most popular kid, nor am I extremely ‘hot’, although I consider myself as very intelligent but not noticeable from physical appearance; quite good looking and talented (not trying to be arrogant). My friends are many and I can’t be sorted into any ‘group’ of the stereotypical high school variety.

This all started before Christmas in my last year of high school then off to UBC, hopefully. School had been a bitch so far especially with physics, but I managed to pull through with low 90’s and I was really looking forward to the break and hopefully Xbox, I like video games very much. What can I say? I’m pretty much just a regular teenage kid.

My sister wasn’t so fortunate in the brain department, I’m not saying she’s stupid, she’s of average intellect. I have spent lots of time helping her with homework which I didn’t mind doing.

One night she got home late from a party, a mild one though neither of us was fond of rowdy parties where people got gunned. She came in and asked me if I would help her with English, “uuggghhh, English” I thought. I hated English; I had just finished my work and started to watch NCIS: LA on the television, since our parents were out walking the dog. I patted the couch for her to come sit down.

“Seriously, Taylor!” she said “I have to do my English.”

I gave in after a while because I knew she wouldn’t let up until I did so. A while later we had finished and not easily. My parents had returned and were finishing my favourite show without me. She thanked me for the help. “Yup” I said with a reluctant look on my face. I turned to her after looking at the door blocking my parents from view.

I reached over and… kissed her, our lips were locked when I opened my eyes I saw her eyes were open staring into mine with shock as they must have been through the duration of the kiss. It took me a second to realize what I had just done. My feelings had finally surfaced as I stood in shock in front of my sister as she sat there staring.

Rushing up to my room and feeling ashamed of what I had done I killed my lights and jumped onto my bed with my face planted to my pillow to muffle the sounds of weeping; tears poured into the indents in the pillow which made my face warm and wet, the salty taste reached my lips. I loved my sister…, so much it hurt and I had no idea what made me kiss her in that moment after helping her.

Hoping that I hadn`t ruined our relationship I realised that I had fantasized about doing that and other things to her for a while now. I had never planned on acting on the said fantasies for fear of the consequences. It must have happened because I had let my guard down and my feelings for her couldn’t be withheld any longer. I had just probably ruined all of the plans for my break and I was pissed that I had let it happen, but relieved to have shown the love I felt for her.

“Fuck” I thought, what have I done? I assumed I would get kicked out of the house and become a reject to my family. The following morning, although nothing was said, the tension was unbearable and the silence was awkward. For the days following my sister was non-existent. While she stayed at a friend’s house I was left to ponder. My parents had no idea and I had no intentions of them finding out.

When my sister returned three nights later she spilled the story to our parents while I was out of the room doing my work and thinking how frustrated I was with the situation. I heard a knock on the door so loud it startled me. I unlocked and opened it, which was a poor decision on my part.

“Did you make out with your fucking sister?” dad yelled.

When I didn’t respond, he grabbed me by the neck and repeated the question through bared teeth. I knew I had to answer, so I nodded; he pushed me and I fell from his grip and hit the wall.

“You fucking freak” he said.

He grabbed me again and I tried to escape but it was no use. Even though I was a good head taller than dad he compensated with strength. I spotted my sister on the stairs silent with tears rolling down her face. Dad forced me towards the downstairs and my sister hurried out of his way. He then pushed me to the ground and he grabbed the shovel from the fireplace to hit me.

My sister shrieked “NOOOOoo Daddy, NOOOOooononono” as it faded to sobs, but nothing broke his rage. I was in pain lying on the carpet, and through my tear filled eyes I made out the shovel being raised to hit me. I closed my eyes and braced for the hit but it never landed, only my sisters warm embrace against my sore body. I felt her breasts against me which, strangely, I thought of at the moment and her tears hitting my face.

As she pressed against me tightly, I was momentarily happy. My dad yelled at her to get off but she just shook her head, so he proceeded to pull her off. Then he picked me up and pushed me out of the front entry and the door slammed shut.

“You’d better be gone by morning, you piece of shit!” dad yelled.

I heard someone lean against the front door; it was my beautiful sister as she proceeded to whisper “I love you Taylor… I love you so much and I’m so sorry” she fought to say through tears.

“I love you too Car” I whispered back. (It was my nickname for her; short for Carson).

With that I was gone and I headed to my closest friend’s house, also coincidentally named Taylor. Telling him I needed a place to stay for a while he took me in without question, knowing that I obviously didn’t want to discuss it. I got cleaned up and went to sleep on his floor.

Next morning I felt much better even though I was still somewhat sore. Logging onto Facebook I messaged my sister that I was ok and she replied back at lunchtime saying that she was sorry; that she loved me and asked me where I was. I responded saying I would tell her later then logged out.

I stayed at Taylor’s place for a few days without going to school and gradually started to recover although I was bruised in areas. I now understood just how good a friend he was, by what he had done for me.

School was now ended and the whole blow up was a week behind us. Carson messaged me that Friday night after the last day of school saying that dad was going out of town for a few days to earn some extra cash for Christmas. I knew that I wouldn’t be there for Christmas which made me sad. She said he would be leaving the following night for Terrace and then Kelowna, so I replied that this was good news and I told her I was at Taylor’s but not to visit.

She then told me to come by Monday night while mom was asleep. I told her I would and I got excited as I looked forward to seeing her for the first time since the event. I hoped that she had forgiven me or maybe even felt the same way as I did. As I arrived at the house at 11:00pm she was waiting in the backyard on the trampoline. Opening the gate she squealed quietly when she saw me, with her perfect smile beaming. I was also ecstatic to see her, I longed for her warm embrace.

Carson jumped off the trampoline and rushed towards me and we held each other tight. I then pulled my head back and told her I loved her, planted a kiss on her forehead and then rested my head on hers and she cried. I looked up to the full moon casting dim light on the dew covered grass, making it shiny.

Feeing something brush against my leg I realized it was our dog, Sirus, (he was an Azores – St. Miguel cattle dog), so I proceeded to scratch him behind the ears as best I could with Carson still holding me and then whispered “go night, night” to Sirus. Obediently he trotted over to his dog house and went to bed.

What I said caught my sister’s attention as she slowly released me and stepped back. Then she proceeded to tell me that she had told mom what had happened hoping that she would understand. Mom must have told dad and the rest is history. She said she wasn’t sure how to react. She said she also felt the same way that I did, but she had to think about where this would lead to before proceeding. Then she apologized profusely and suggested softly that we went to bed. Carson took my hand and led me inside and slowly glided the glass patio door leading into the house open.

Suddenly I felt like a stranger in my own home. We tip toed upstairs hand in hand all the while making sure not to wake mom with any noise as she was a light sleeper. Carson’s room was at the far end of the hall to the right, quite the treacherous journey as we had to pass my parents room to reach it, however my room was at the top of the stairs.

“How about we sleep in my room” I said.

She gave me her best puppy dog look and told me with a loud whisper that my room stinks! Even though her voice reeked of sarcasm, I knew she was faking not wanting to go to my room. I can point out some obvious reasons that my room would be better in this instance; it was slightly less cluttered, I had a bigger bed of course and we didn’t have to chance waking my mom to reach it. She then admitted that she had snuck in and slept in my bed every night I was gone since I got kicked out.

“Aww” I replied.

With a cheeky grin on her face she then confessed that my sheets might have some stains though. I gave her a naughty look and she continued to smile. We entered my room, which was still unchanged from when I left. As we began to take off our clothes; she stopped at her bra and panties.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I said, although I knew otherwise.

She looked at me unimpressed and told me that she had left them on for me to remove. Moving over to her I removed the bra and panties and stepped back to admire her beautiful body, what really caught my eye was her perfect pussy which was shaved bare. Then she returned the favour by pulling down my boxers, letting my obviously already hard cock spring free.

As she blushed it was now very apparent how I felt about her if she didn’t already know. I think that my cock is quite big compared to most at eight inches and she most likely hadn’t seen bigger in real life. Her mouth was open in awe.

We stepped closer and she held my cock like a hammer when the head is towards the ground. Lowering my head a little to lick one of her nipples she shivered and moaned and then we got into my big bed facing one another. I pulled her close with my shaft pressed tight against her pussy and she was wet and I could feel pre-cum on my head rubbing onto her stomach.

“I never realized how much I loved you until that night dad threw you out” she began to sob.

“I mean I have always loved you, I thought if I continued to hide it even though I knew you felt same way, it would just go away.”

I brushed her hair out of her face and rested it on the side of her head.

“I should have never told mom but I thought she would understand because she had always been that way with…” she couldn’t finish and started crying again. She didn’t need to finish though I understood. I pulled her head into my chest to comfort her. When she stopped crying I moved my hand and wiped the tears from her eyes. I kissed her and she kissed back.

“I love you…good night” I said.

A smile crossed her tear stained face. She said she loved me too and said good night, and then she rolled over and moved back against me as my arm went over her. My stiff cock was nestled between her warm ass cheeks, she rubbed against me slightly then we drifted off and both of us fell asleep with not a care in the world.

I woke up being tapped on the face by my sister’s hand gently and as I slowly broke from my deep sleep and looked at the clock it was 4:00am. I walked over to the window and peeked out of my blinds at the sun on the horizon with a slice of blue pushing up over the darkness of night like a single candle lighting a massive black room.

As I looked back a smile spread on my face, Carson was staring at me and her naked body was somewhat visible in my still dark bedroom.

“I’m sorry I woke you but there’s something I needed to ask you…” she whispered as her voice seemed to trail off.

“What’s that?” I enquired.

“I want you to… to make love to me, to make me yours”.

Before I continue I must point out that both of us were virgins and we hadn’t planned on giving it away till we had gotten married to someone, however…..

“Oh yes Carson! Yes! Yes! Yes! A thousand fold yes…” I continued “I want you so bad, I have always wanted you”.

I hurt for her, to finally know she needed and wanted me felt so good. As she reached over the edge of the bed and turned on the night light so that we could see what we were doing; I took my plush blanket and covered the floor with it and placed pillows on it. She swayed over to me and I grabbed her ass and pulled her up to kiss me, it was a decent stretch considering that she is only 5’6″.

We made out and then I picked her up and laid her on the soft blanket. My cock was rock hard, as it always was around her, so I knelt and spread her legs and put them over my shoulders. Rubbing my cock on her wet pussy as lube she let out a moan.

“Put it in me” she said softly.

That was all the encouragement I needed; I pushed my cock into her tight warm cunt.

“Oh Taylor” she said speaking aloud now.

Her pussy was like nothing I had ever experienced or imagined. It was so tight, warm and fleshy as I bottomed out inside her hitting her cervix, and as the tip had run over her g-spot she let out a long drawn out “OOOOHhhhhh”. I knew I wouldn’t last long it being my first time and also it being with my sister whom I loved so dearly.

She turned over and got into doggy style after a few minutes in missionary and I started to thrust harder bringing us ever closer to the climax of our affair. Carson started moaning loudly and losing control of her body and told me that she was close to cumming and wanted to be on top. I complied knowing from her voice I had a surprise of some sort in store, so I quickly rolled over and lay down. Getting on top in cow girl position and facing me, she looked through me with those piercing eyes, and started riding me hard and fast, all the while maintaining eye contact.

“Oh fuck Carson! I’m about to cum right inside you” I yelled.

“Oh fuck, yes, I want your hot cum up inside me.”

She slowed her pace, stood up slightly. What the fuck? I thought. Then she slowly went into the splits sliding rite on my cock slowly sliding down it as I was on the edge of my orgasm of a life time. I grabbed her by the waist thrusting a couple times and then pushed myself all the way up inside her hitting her cervix, fuck that was it!

“Cum in me” she said, as I began to blow my load.

“FUCK! CARRRSSOOONN!”

She had her orgasm at the same time as me, going into a full body spasm with cum still unloading into her. Her back was arched with her head tilted back as I pulled her into a hug whilst licking her nipples.

“TAAYLHAA!…” she couldn’t finish the orgasm took over her, “Hah, hah” she breathed with every spasm. I pressed my mouth against hers which was open wide from her relentless orgasm as we started making out and then I started thrusting my cock in quick short bursts bottoming out hard inside her making her orgasm again. I tried to say “Holy Fuck” but I just moaned into her mouth as I came for a second time within seconds. Our lips were crushed together and our tongues danced momentarily, then we stopped. Her shaking body collapsed on me and we drifted off in each other’s arms into bliss.

We were woken around an hour later by mom. Shit my life had went from bad, good, to worse. Carson still had my semi- limp dick inside her and she was having slight orgasm tremors still. What a great orgasm I thought. We both stared at our mother, who couldn’t speak a word and seemed to be frozen in time. After what seemed like an eternity she asked why and sounded as if she wanted her life to end right there and.

“How dare you touch my little angel” she said to me, as the anger started to work.

Carson interjected before she could speak another word.

”I love him, I really do mommy” she said, sounding like a little girl now.

“I’m still your little angle and always will be, ‘this’ doesn’t change anything” she continued.

“Nothing that either you or dad do will ever stop me from being with Taylor”. I just let her speak I felt as if the whole thing was all my fault and I guess it kind of was.

It felt so good to hear her say that and I squeezed her a little, as I did so I realized that my cock was hard in her again and her juices were running down my shaft mixed with my earlier deposit. I pulled out slowly to make sure nothing would start with mom there but she seemed to have given up on the situation and left my room still in a daze. She phoned dad later, who was returning the following night, and told him what had happened between us and he was so furious that he nearly hung up. Carson got on the phone and explained the events in full which calmed him down a bit but he was still pretty livid. He said something along the lines of his kids were fucking freaks. I must tell you being pretty much disowned by your parents isn’t a good feeling.

Eventually dad got back and he was almost as angry as the night I was kicked out; however when he saw Carson and I snuggled up on the couch with our arms around each other he crumbled. All sitting together we discussed our relationship for a while, set some guidelines and then it was time for bed so we kissed before getting up and dad just sighed. We had a quickie before bed then spent the night together and no longer cared about anyone but each other. As we got dressed bright and early we knew that it was going to be a long day; we ate breakfast and hashed out some more details of our relationship with our parents. My dad had agreed to let us live at home till we could make it on our own and we still wanted our love to be accepted by both parents. In the whole ordeal my sister had forgotten about the possibility of her being pregnant. Well to be honest so did I.

That day I went to the mall with my friend Taylor and I explained the whole thing to him on the way to Metro Town. He was somewhat accepting but I decided to drop the topic and enjoy the day with my best friend. I had one important thing on my shopping list to get while I was there… a ring and eventually I found one. It was perfect – a silver band lined with gold on each side with a big diamond in the centre and what looked like a tri-pronged diamond holder made of three small surrounding diamonds. My friend Taylor couldn’t believe I was actually going to propose to my sister.

We got home and I thanked Taylor for the ride, he hung around and we played some foot bag, then he left. I was beaming the entire night and my sister kept nagging at me wondering why I was so happy but I couldn’t tell her – however I told her that we were going out for dinner on Thursday evening.

Thursday evening my sister came downstairs in a beautiful navy blue dress that came just past her ass and she showed me that she wasn’t wearing any panties; I couldn’t wait for dinner to end knowing that.

“How do I look?” she questioned.

“You look beautiful Car, baby” I answered.

We had a wonderful full course dinner at a five star restaurant downtown, which was one of the Vancouver Canucks favourite restaurants. It was amazing!

After dinner we got a ride down to White Rock beach and as we went to the big white rock she removed her open toed heels and I removed my dress shoes. We then helped each other onto the top of the massive boulder and stood on it staring out across the moonlit water.

“Hey Car, I was wondering something today…” I said.

“What’s that honey?” she replied.

I took her hand and knelt on one knee beside her with the open ring box in the other hand still in my pocket. She looked at me a bit confused and asked if I was going to answer her.

“Carson, will you marry me?”

I held out the ring and then her tears were like rivers flowing down her cheeks, her smile held her answer. She replied with a simple “Yes” and we both knew it was somewhat of a rhetorical question. I stood after placing the ring on her finger and kissed her and we had sex right there on the beach that night without a worry as it was very late and everyone had left the beach.

We spent time taking in every portion of each other’s body, as I fingered her pussy and ate it at the same time. I started pounding her g-spot with my finger and when she came all she could say was “OH Fuhh, uh, ckuh, uhhuh”. She squirted for the first time and her juices sprayed all over me, then while she was squirting I pushed my cock back into her as she orgasmed again squirting on my cock while I fucked her even harder. Carson tried to tell me to stop so that she could recover from her last one but I didn’t stop. I was doing her from behind, when her fifth squirt sent me over the edge.

“Fuck I love your tight cunt, oh yes Carsonnnn!” I yelled, as my cum shot deep inside her.

I fixed both of us up the best that I could and carried her wet shaking body to the limo I had reserved to take us home and by the time we got home Carson had recovered.

“That was the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me!” she said.

“I love you soo much and thanks for the best sex in my life” she continued.

I smiled, kissed her and when I did so she had another tremor and we both laughed. Arriving back home I carried Carson upstairs and helped her to remove her clothes then I proceed to remove mine and we fell asleep almost instantly after such a wonderful night.

The morning following I went downstairs to tell my mom that we were getting married. She was quite excited while dad on the other hand still wasn’t ready to accept us. Carson said she wasn’t feeling good and I suddenly remembered the possibility of her being pregnant. I told her to buy and take a pregnancy test. Later that day she took the test and sure enough she was pregnant. We were so ecstatic and when we got together that night we told our parents that they were going to be grandparents, with this news dad broke finally.

“I’m sorry, I don’t agree with what you two have done but I’m not going to let that stand in the way of me being a grandparent” he told us.

We both went over and gave him a hug as we had finally resolved our problems. As we started kissing and looked over at our dad he kind of rolled his eyes.

“Even after what has happened I still love you dad” I said. “We both do”.

I guess no matter what, a true parent can never really stop loving their children.

We planned to hold our wedding sometime in the coming spring/summer. Mom messed around with our names till we found a way for us to get married legally. In Carson’s last year of high school she had our little girl (Emma) on November.4th, 2007. Our little girl turned out to be perfectly healthy and above average mentally. She looks just like her mother. I became a dentist and we live quite comfortably now, though things were rough when Emma was first born because neither of us had work. We would have never made it without our parents help. Carson became a Psychologist after Emma was old enough for day care. Now a second child is on the way, hopefully it will be a boy. Even though Carson is my wife she will still always be my little sister and best friend and I will also always be her older brother and protect her. Except I do a little more than just look out for her!

To this day I’m so glad that I didn’t have the strength to refrain from kissing my sister.