Hannah and I

This story is complete fiction, just a collection of ideas that turn me on. This is my first ever story, so any criticisms are hoped for, preferably constructive ones…

There is a lot of build in this, as that’s what turns me on.

Hannah and I

Once upon a time, not so long ago, I was an innocent young man named Matt. Of course, I’m still called Matt, but such a lot has changed since then I feel like a new person. Growing up in a small British town, my view of the world was stunted at best. I lived with my family, Dad, Mum, Sister and younger Brother in a small detached house in a quite suburban area. We had a nice big garden, four bedrooms, plenty of space for us all to live out our lives. Not that we needed space, we had all always been close, able to share a laugh and sit down to a meal without a tantrum or argument ruining the peace. My Mum and Dad worked at the local grocers which they had inherited from an uncle years before. They made a tidy living, and my Dad had sold two books about gardening on the side for cash when needed, such as after the unintended birth of my brother. My brother Jack was thirteen at this time, enormously gobby, and spent a lot of his time out with his local mates, riding bikes, playing x-box and no doubt causing mild trouble. Mum always said if he did anything wrong to anyone while out she’d beat six shades of snot out of him, but if he hurt himself she’d go the whole hog and murder him. This had always seemed a little self defeating to me, and usually made Dad piss himself with silent laughter, but it wasn’t me she was threatening and as of yet he hadn’t done any serious damage.

My sister, Hannah, on the other hand, was much quieter. She was a keen netball player and had captained the school upper year’s team for years. She was seventeen at the time, and had seriously flourished in the space of six months. She often used to take stick at school for her height and chest which was totally flat until she hit sixteen. She had often come home in tears and in need of comforting and was still very touchy about her appearance. She shouldn’t have been. Looking at her, I couldn’t fault her in any way. Standing at five foot seven with medium sized breasts, long smooth legs rising to a pert bum and curvy hips she could have been an angel. Her flawless tanned skin from hours spent at the netball pitch glowed with an inner radiance, and her dirty blond wavy hair cut down to her shoulders in flowing glorious style. Her petite face was youthful with a little button nose surrounded by freckles, big green eyes and a small mouth. I had once or twice speculated about what the parts of her I hadn’t seen since childhood bath-time might have matured to, but never really given it any consideration. She was my sister after all. Still, even with all this she had never had a boyfriend and as far as I new wasn’t really aware of guys; she just consumed her sport. Netball was her forte but she was prolific at swimming, running, hockey, gymnastics… you name it, she could probably do it.

I stood six feet tall, eighteen years of age, very slim despite my Mum’s best efforts to fatten me up, with an open face and dark brown short hair. I had a lot of friends at school as I was a naturally friendly person. I didn’t worry about what people thought of me as long as they liked me, so I was nice to everyone, but this did have one draw back. Because I was so desperate to not make everyone think highly of me, I wasn’t confident. Not wanting people to judge me meant I wasn’t confident to let known my true feelings. I wasn’t capable of flirting as I couldn’t help worrying that the girl might think unkindly of me, and I often put girls who expressed an interest off because I didn’t want them to learn my inexperience or get hurt. This all added up to a vicious withdrawal from the female gender. Don’t get me wrong, I was attracted to many girls in my year, and often watched porn when I had the house free, but somehow I just couldn’t find the girl I could trust completely to let my inhibitions go and just let it all out. But the future is always bright.

Having finished my A-levels, I was on study leave still until the summer holidays kicked in for everyone else. My brother was still at school much to his disgust, and my sister was just working her way up to her last AS exam on the Wednesday of that week, Biology I think. On that bright sunny Monday morning, I awoke to birdsong. My window had been opened, probably by my Mum before she headed to open the shop, but the room was still sweltering and my sheets were all soaked.

Grumbling and groaning, I stumbled out of my room clad in boxers and still struggling to see in the sudden brightness to get in the shower. As I was cutting towards the bathroom, my sister came out of her room carrying an armful of books and notes, and smiled brightly at me, taking in all of my semi-naked sweaty glory. I wasn’t particularly ashamed, as though as a family we never walked around the house naked it was quite usual to be half clothed, especially in the current scorching climate.

‘Morning’ she called, ‘I see you’re an early riser!’

Muttering a good morning back, I went into the bathroom and shut the door. Only then did the full connotations of what she had meant hit me. Looking down, I had awoken with a raging hard on, and hadn’t thought to check before stumbling out. I blushed deep red at the thought of my sister making puns about my cock and quickly became limp with embarrassment. Putting these thoughts out of my head, I grabbed a shower, threw on some clean pants and shorts and headed downstairs to get breakfast, despite it being almost midday.

While gorging on cornflakes and sugar, my sister appeared downstairs.

‘Sorry you had to see that earlier’ I mumbled into my bowl, brushing bright red again.

‘It’s alright, I understand you are a young male full of hormones such as testosterone, which promotes growth of the male genital region among other uses.’

‘Wuh?’ was all I could manage.

‘Biology revision silly, I have the exam in two days!’

‘Oh right, yeah, I’m afraid I dropped that in favour of more useful things’ I said.

‘More useful things? I just explained your boner and all you can tell me about is rocks and rivers and stuff!’ I struggled to reply to this as I couldn’t believe my innocent little sister was taking about my ‘boner’ as if it was just something in one of the textbooks she was studying. Trying to change the subject, I offered my assistance in revision. I had work that day, but not until three.

‘That would be absolutely great pretty pretty please! If you’re not too busy…’ referring to my complete lack of anything to do with my time.

‘Yeah, I’m game; just call me when you need me’

‘Thanks Matt.’ as my sister walked away to get a drink, I couldn’t help but notice her perfect little bum in her tight denim shorts. Dragging my attention away and silently cursing myself for being a pervert, I finished gobbling the cereal and headed to my room to sort my work uniform out, while I set up the ironing board I glanced out of the window into our garden. My sister was sat on one of the deck chairs wearing just the shorts, huge sunglasses and a skimpy t-shirt. I marveled at how blissfully unaware of her sexiness she was for a moment, and then got back to the ironing at hand.

After ten minutes I heard Hannah calling up the stairs.

‘Will you please come give me a hand now?’

‘Can we please do this indoors? I’m already boiling and we have air-con in here!’ I called back.

There was no reply, but a minute later she came bounding upstairs with a tray of lemonade and ice and a textbook under her arm and a huge grin plastered on her face.

‘What’re you so happy about?’ I enquired.

‘Just think I’m pretty much ready for this exam. Still would really appreciate the help though if you’re free…’

‘It’s no problem’ I said ‘but where do you want to be?’

‘My room?’ I nodded and we headed in. I collapsed across Hannah’s bed while she perched the drinks on her bedside table and flicked to the page she wanted testing on.

‘Will you ask me this bit please?’

Still lying on the bed I groaned loudly and rolled around like I was in pain at the idea. Hannah burst into giggles and then started poking me sharply all over. When she got a good one in my ribs I flailed like crazy and my right foot struck the drinks tray, sending ice and lemonade in a fountain all over Hannah. She gasped loudly, and there was a huge awkward silence full of her dripping and me trying to ignore the view of her bra through her wet top. Then we both looked at each other and burst into hysterics. When we had calmed a little, she stood up.

‘I’m gonna change out of these, turn around will you?’

‘Do you not want me to leave for a minute?’ I asked uncertainly.

‘I trust you to be a gentleman’ she beamed.

I turned my back on her as she searched her wardrobe for a clean T-shirt and shorts With my back turned I focused on the assorted things on her bedroom floor; clothes, teddies, hair straighteners, while behind me I heard the rumpling of her stripping off her sopping top and loosening the fly on her shorts. After about twenty unbearable seconds, my instincts reacted before I could think and I turned around to look. My sister had her back to me, but was completely naked save her bra and flip flops. I quickly flicked around hoping she hadn’t heard me turn, while the image of her smooth tanned legs, sloping back and perky bum cheeks seared across my memory. My cock quickly jumped to attention and I shifted onto my side so that the erection would be less noticeable. In that one burning, accidental instant my image of Hannah had been flipped. I had never looked at her in a sexual way at all while growing up together, even when my interest in girls flourished and I started quietly knocking one out whenever possibly. She had always been my sister, like a friend in a way, always there in a comforting sense. In that flash of exposed flesh, I saw my sister for what she really was. A beautiful, sexy, sweet young woman, someone I could love and who could love me back, and all my brain cells instantly stood up and hollered that they wanted a piece of that right NOW, some of them being very clear just which piece they wanted…

Forcing this out of my head with all my will, I acted as casual as possible, and waited. After another thirty seconds, Hannah said I could look and I turned back to see her in an almost identical set of clothes, mopping lemonade off her neck and face with a towel.

‘Sorry about that, I’ll get some more drinks in a minute,’ I said.

‘Don’t be stupid, I was sweating through those clothes anyway.’ she replied, ‘and you were a good boy and didn’t look while I changed.’ I could have been wrong, but I thought I sensed a small tint of disappointment in the last statement.

‘I thought girls didn’t sweat, they glowed?’ I retorted,

‘You should have a feel of me after I’ve played a game of netball then!’ she retaliated. A sudden strong image of her arse leapt into the front of my mind, and I briefly imagined running my hands over her before I snapped back to reality and mentally shook myself.

‘No thanks,’ I stammered through my dry mouth, ‘I don’t think I could stand the smell.’ She smacked me playfully on the arm (but still pretty hard, enough to sting, all those hours of training hadn’t been wasted) and then handed me the textbook. We spent the next half hour in a blur, with me mindlessly asking her questions and her answering them all pretty much flawlessly, while I tried to keep my eyes off her legs. After a while I said I had to go to work and headed out of the room.

‘Thanks!’ she called after me, ‘If I need more help I’ll holler!’ I folded my work uniform into my bag and set off. The next seven hours were spent in a daze, stacking shelves and carrying boxes. The whole while I couldn’t stop worrying thoughts about my sister, about Hannah, travelling around and around my head. By the time I finished the internal reciprocating conversation off by telling myself what I wanted and lusted after so strongly was just plain wrong, another treacherous part of my brain would flash Hannah’s smile, or her hair, or her flawless skin into my mind and I’d spend the next five minutes silently cursing my teen hormones, trying to mask a hard on and still complete what could be called a decent amount of work so as not to risk being fired.

By the time I walked home at ten I was exhausted, and when I snuck in I just grabbed a glass of milk and headed to bed without talking to anyone. I awoke at three in the morning, sweating profusely again, with my stomach informing me I hadn’t eaten in over twelve hours loudly. I fell out of bed, slipped on a t-shirt and headed downstairs. After eating a night time meal of a jam sandwich, I headed back up with my hunger satisfied. As I passed my sisters door, my mind informed me that I HAD to look, and before I could think better I turned the handle and snuck in as quietly as possible.

Lying before me was an incredible sight. During the heat of the night, Hannah had shucked her bed clothes and was lying on her side facing me wearing nothing but panties and a shirt. The loose shirt meant all of her top half lost form and I couldn’t make that out, but I could see all the way up her sleek legs. She had a faint smile playing across her lips, which enticed me something wicked, wondering what she was dreaming bout; hoping it was me, knowing it wasn’t. Kneeling next to her, I trailed my fingertips up her smooth legs until I reached her thighs, at which point she shifted in her sleep and I pulled back quickly… leaving the room with a lot on my mind. Back in my room I lay on top of my duvet trying to wrangle some sense out of my feelings. I discovered I was totally powerless over the feelings flowing through me, that I was slowly falling for my sister, both in lust and love, and that there was no way to stop it. The only argument I had was ‘she’s my sister, that’s not normal, what would Mum and Dad think, what would people say’ but the next thought was always ‘I don’t care’. I wanted her, and that was that. I had felt similar things for girls before at school, a sense of need and hope, but they had never come to anything through my inefficiency with woman… finally I slept after jerking myself to a huge orgasm over porn on the internet, trying not to fantasize I was the man and my sister was the women in all the videos. My sleep was deep, and it was full of dreams of Hannah, of her skin, speculations on how she would taste and feel…

Next morning I suffered a little déjà vu, awaking with the birds singing to me and the room boiling. This time however, I waited in my room for five minutes until I could persuade my erection to die down. After this I went to grab a shower, and coming out there was still no sign of my sister. After eating breakfast I headed into the garden to look for her but there was still no sign. After checking the fridge whiteboard for a note, which we always left if we were going out and no-one new, and finding no note there, I headed back upstairs to get my phone and drop her a text.

Walking past my sister’s room I heard gentle sobbing, and so headed in to see if it was Hannah.

When I opened the door the sobbing abruptly stopped. She was sat by her desk with her back to me, and I walked to her, covering the room in three steps, and put my arms around her neck.

‘What’s wrong Hannah?’ I asked gently into her ear.

With that, the waterworks began again, and my sister turned and fell into my arms, wailing and sobbing, dripping tears and snot onto my shoulder as I held her close. It wasn’t reserved ladylike tears, but full blown teen emotion. Once the last sniff had wracked her body, I loosened my hold and looked into her red rimmed eyes.

‘Any explanation for such unruly behavior young lady?’ I trilled in a high pitch voice. This prompted a half laugh half sob from her.

I grabbed a tissue from a box on her desk and wiped her eyes and nose with it. Even now, flushed, crusty and wet she looked delicious enough to eat whole, but I put thoughts away and worked on trying to decipher the problem.

‘Oh Matt, it’s just these exams. What if I fail? What would Mum and Dad say?’

‘Don’t be silly, you’ve done so much work, I can guarantee you have done twice the revision of most of your year group. You don’t have to worry. And if you do loose a few marks, you can always resit them in January. Anyway, you told me you were confident yesterday.’

‘Oh, shit, that’s the problem, I found a whole section I haven’t read and my exams tomorrow and what am I gonna DO…’ she trailed of into sobs and I held her close again in a tight embrace, but still a family hug, in no way a sexual hug. This might be a bad time to let my feelings show.

‘You still have all of today to bash it out, that’s plenty of time. I found stuff I learnt just before my exams, like the last twelve hours, was always the stuff I remembered in the exam, that I pulled out of the bag. You’ll be fine. Come on; show me what you have to learn.’

It turned out to be three pages about the movement of oxygen from the lungs to the blood, which I pretty much knew despite dropping biology three years earlier.

After going through it with Hannah, her confidence quickly bloomed, and after just three quarters of an hour she was reciting ways the lungs were adapted with a huge grin on her face. When we finished again, she stood up quickly and launched herself at me, knocking me backwards and landing full on top of me on the bed. She set about planting kisses all over my face interspersed with thank yous until I managed to work my arms out from under her knees, grab her by the waist and roll over so I was on top. This new position struck me as just what I wanted, or rather what I didn’t want, to happen. I quickly realized the awkwardness that my newly discovered erection presented, so while carefully holding it off her I pecked her on her little nose then made a break for the door…

‘Thanks again Matt! You’re a lifesaver!’ Was called after me as I headed downstairs.

I sat on the sofa for a minute until my head stopped spinning, then headed to the kitchen to cook. I was the main cook while I was off school and my parents were still taken all day working the shop, every day but Sunday. Having checked the fridge I decided on bolognaise, so cooked up some onions and mince, and added peppers, mushrooms and tomatoes then left it to simmer down.

An almighty crash from upstairs dragged me from thoughts of Hannah naked to thoughts of Hannah lying in a pool of blood, and I pounded up the stairs three at a time. Barging through her bedroom door, I discovered she was simply happy, and had been jumping on her bed when an almighty jump had cracked one of the underlying boards. She looked startled by my sudden entrance, but then broke into a grin and started dancing around.

Bewildered I asked ‘What made you change your tune so fast?’ She beamed at me.

‘I just realized I’ll be done by eleven o’clock tomorrow!’ then commenced dancing again. I couldn’t help grinning as I watched her shake her sexy curves about in front of me.

‘HEY’ she suddenly yelled, breaking my trance, ‘I have a netball match tomorrow at twelve… will you come and support me?’

‘Oh, I dunno Hannah, I was gonna…’

‘NO! Come on, it’ll give me luck. This is an important match as well! Plus… then you can give me a lift home on your bike!’ I groaned, made a big show of how hard it would be, how heavy she was, how I couldn’t possibly ride my push bike up the hill home with her on it as well, while she giggled.

‘Go on, you need the exercise you chubby lump.’

‘How DARE you!’ I shouted jokily ‘If anyone’s chubby here it’s YOU! Just look at your chubby cheeks and fat thighs and huge boo…’ I stuttered out awkwardly, but my sister didn’t seem to be aware of it. I thought I had crossed a line as she is so nervous about her appearance, but she instead smirked.

‘At least I exercise other that tossing off!’ She quipped, and with that she was out the room and down the stairs, obviously wanting chasing. However, that last comment had left me stunned, partly as it was true, but mostly at Hannah’s knowledge of the extent of my sexual activity. I started worrying that she might think less of me due to this epiphany, and then calmed myself as I realized she was probably just making generalizations from cliché. I actually thought those exact words, ‘generalizations from cliché’, which goes to show how fast my mind was working. I sauntered down to the kitchen after hiding my boner, stirred the bolognaise then made a big show of walking into the hall.

‘FEE… FI… FO… FUM…’ I shouted to the house at large, ‘I SMELL THE BLOOD OF AN ENGLISHMAN’.

The part of my brain that tries to make jokes at all opportunities sparked up here and informed me I could make a joke about her bum or her cumming, then quickly quietened as Hannah came leaping out of the downstairs toilet behind me and jumped onto my back. The shock took me to my knees, and she quickly kicked my thighs so I went down on all fours with her on my back. She then wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered into my ear as I went dead still, trying to ignore her tantalizing perfume and the fact her breasts were forced into my neck.

‘You better give me a ride home tomorrow or I’ll tear your head off and shit down your throat.’ She hissed.

‘Fine’ I hissed back, ‘but you have to buy us ice-cream on the way.’

‘Deal.’ She breathed so close to my ear I could almost smell the word. Then she let go, grabbed my arm and helped me up as if nothing had happened. She smiled a warm smile at me then headed upstairs.

‘I have to do some more revision now; don’t you have to clean the bathroom?’

I silently cursed myself for forgetting that again. It was my job to clean the upstairs bathroom in return for my parents paying my phone bills.

After turning the bolognaise off, I headed upstairs and got the cleaning stuff. While I was on my hands and knees, scrubbing the inside of the toilet, I felt a small hand enter both the back pockets of my jeans.

‘Shouldn’t you be revising?’ I asked, standing up and turning to face Hannah.

‘I got bored’ she murmured to the floor, playing a coy little girl by looking up at me with appealing eyes.

‘Hey,’ I said, ‘it’s not my exam, I don’t mind if you stop.’

‘I was wondering what kind of ice-cream you’d like?’ She asked looking up at me with those eyes. She then slowly licked her lips, all the while holding eye contact. I nearly exploded in my pants, and my mouth instantly dried out completely. This was the point I always fucked up with other girls. They made a mildly sexual remark or gesture and I just went to pieces, feeling wobbly and scared. This time was no different, and all Hannah had done was lick her lips. There were so many none sexual connotations, but still I crumbled under the pressure.

Knowing I should do something, I choked ‘Can’t I pick at the time?’ out of my dry throat and stepped closer to her, putting a hand on her hip. Just like that, the spell broke. She looked at the hand shocked, then stormed out of the room. I knew I’d gone too far, but experience told me I should wait ten minutes before going to her or she’d just ignore everything I said.

I continued cleaning the room, washing the bath and tiles, when I heard the door slam. ‘HELLO?!?’ my brother roared up the stairs.

‘Hey Jacky Boy!’ I called, ‘How was school?’

‘Alright, probably not as good as lying in and doing nothing all day!’ This made me laugh, as by cleaning the bathroom, cooking tea and helping with revision I had probably completed more useful tasks than Jack. The last few weeks of school always lapse towards the end, and if Jack could be lazy I knew he would.

‘Put the bog back on the heat will you Jack? Mum and Dad should be home soon’ I called. I went back to the cleaning, finishing by wiping the tops and mirror and fetching the Hoover and vacking the carpet. Only then did I approach Hannah’s room. After no reply to my knocking, I entered quietly to find her sprawled on her bed reading a sheet.

‘Sorry about that, Han, I don’t know what came over me.’ I explained.

She looked up and smiled, ‘It’s alright… so you still gonna give me a ride home?’ she enquired.

‘Sure, as congratulations on the start of the summer.’ I said. She smiled at me and I left the room to prepare tea, glad I hadn’t blown it.

The next morning I woke to my phone buzzing loudly on my desk. Groggily picking it up, I asked who it was.

‘It’s Hannah, you lazy lump, just finished my exam!’

‘How’d it go?’

‘Just great, guess what I absolutely bossed out? The section on adaptations of the lungs! You were right!’

‘Great!’ I said, ‘When’s you match start then?’

‘Can you get here for twelve?’ she asked, ‘And bring some money off my counter if you want ice-cream!’

‘Ice-cream is on me, I think’ I said, ‘As I have a job and all…’

‘No complaints here! Just get your arse washed and down here!’ I hung up, hopped out of bed and showered, not worrying about my morning boner today as I was home alone. While the warm water struck me, I rubbed my erection, wondering whether I should get a girlfriend finally, if that would drive thoughts of Hannah out of my head… Before I knew it, I was jerking off about my sister, and I came hugely onto the tiles at the thought of her arse as I’d seen it. I cleaned up, mentally slapped my wrists for such behavior and got my bike out of the garage.

While free-wheeling down the hill towards school, I continued musing on what I should do. I wanted my sister in an unnatural way, that much I had to just admit, but my plan of action was something else. There seemed to be only two main ways I could go; ignore it, find another girl, get laid, hopefully forget or bury my feelings, OR balls out, find out how Hannah feels. The second was much more tempting but the likelihood of failure was a major turn-off. I was still thinking when I parked my bike at the bike sheds by school and wandered around to the shale pitch. The game was already in full swing, and a spattering of people lined the grassy slope over looking the pitch. Picking a quiet spot I sat down on the dry grass, put on my shades and started watching. For the first few minutes I couldn’t spot Hannah through all the other girls, and then I realized I had been looking at the wrong team colours… and there she was, in a tiny skirt and polo necks, running up the side of the pitch with a determined look on her beautiful face. She sprinted up the side of the opposing goal, around the scrabble surrounding the ball and shouted loudly she was open. The ball sailed out of the scuffle, soared into her waiting hands and she deposited it in the hoop with an easy laid back shot. I joined in the cheering at this, and Hannah turned to look at the gathered people, scanning for me. I waved and she spotted me, waved back excitedly then turned back to the game. I didn’t really pay much attention to the rest of the game, just watched Hannah and cheered when everyone else did. Looking at all the girls there today playing, I tried convincing myself I would be equally as taken with any of them, but it wasn’t true. Maybe it was because I knew how sweet Hannah was as a person, but to me she glowed among all the other girls, standing out. I made my decision then. I wanted Hannah, and I wanted to see what she thought on the matter. This did mean that I would be in the uncomfortable position of the flirter, at which I sucked, but I had finally found a girl I was willing to try When the game finished I stayed sat on the grass expecting Hannah to want to shower, but she came bounding straight up and lay next to me.

‘How’d I play then?’ she asked ‘Did you see my goal?’

‘I sure did, it was a right steamer. All that practice went somewhere!’ She beamed at this. ‘So how was the exam? Not too bad?’

‘It went fine I think… I mean, you can never be sure really can you? But I didn’t think I’d done really bad, so,,,’

‘You’ll be fine’ I assured, ‘But you’re not allowed to think about it for a couple of months now. Or I’ll get you.’

This prompted an evil little face out of her.

‘Oh you will, will you? YOU’LL get ME? I find this hard to believe…’ ‘Well it’s true’ I dead-panned, ‘I will get you. But right now, do you want a shower?’

‘I’d rather just head off if you don’t mind me smelling up your bike? The shower rooms’ll be crammed and I’d rather just get home… after ice-cream!’

Glad she hadn’t forgotten, I got up and pulled her up after me then headed for my bike. I hadn’t thought about how she was gonna fit on with me, but figured she’d know or she wouldn’t have asked. However, she was just as none-plussed. In the end we settled for her sitting in front of me and sitting with her feet by the spokes and her hands on the handle bars between mine. It wasn’t really comfy for either of us, and I couldn’t pedal very easily, so by the time we got the cafe up the hill my thighs were burning and I had a huge hard-on from the smell of the goddess perched in front of me. She did smell a little sweaty, but her hair which kept wafting into my eyes smelt of peaches. The cafe we went to was a small one run out of a womans house, but she did do really good ice-cream. After deliberating loudly for a couple of minuted Hannah decided on the rum and raisin with a flake, and I got a chocolate. We sat on the wall in the sun watching the cars drive past, licking our ice-creams in silence. My sister asked for a bite of mine, and when she went for it smeared chocolate all over her face and hands, then dropped all the ice-cream out of the cone onto the floor.

‘OH BOLLO-!’ she said before I put a hand over her mouth to censor her for the world at large and the two old ladies drinking tea to our left. As I did this I smeared the chocolate further and coated my hand in it. After both sharing a glance we broke into hysterical giggles. Once we had quietened my sister began licking the chocolate of her own hands and face, then grabbed my hand and began sucking my fingers as well. I sat back in shock at this and drew in a quick breath, but before I could become really turned on she had finished. I was surprised how efficiently she had swallowed most of my hand, but I set this aside in my mind.

‘Thanks Matt, and I’m sorry about your ice-cream.’ Hannah mewled.

‘It’s ok, I’m getting pretty fat anyway.’ I blurted back.

‘Yeah you are, you chubster.’ She grinned. Smiling back I suggested we headed home and she agreed. It was only a ten minute walk home, so I just pushed the bike and Hannah strolled along next to me going on and on and on about friends and sports and exams. Listening with half an ear, I spent the time thinking about what I was going to do. I had to accept the fact I lusted for my sister, and that I shouldn’t act, but wanted to but… but… but.

Arriving home Hannah shot upstairs to get a shower while I put my bike back in the garage. Coming up the stairs tothe sound of running water I walked past the bathroom into my room and sat on my bed to start reading. After five minutes there was a quiet knock on the door, and Hannah came in wearing just a towel.

‘Hey Matt, just wanted to say thanks for supporting me today, it means a lot.’ She mumbled. Something was on her mind I could tell, but what it was I didn’t know. Standing and going to her I hugged her tight, saying how proud I was. As I loosened my grip she looked up into my face and smiled, and I acted on instinct, leaning down and gently pressing my lips to hers. The world flipped. Instantly her body went rigid, but she didn’t pull away. I silently asked myself what the fuck I thought I was doing, but continued anyway. Hannah gently started to kiss me back then suddenly shoved me hard in the chest. I stumbled back onto my bed and looking up saw her blushing just before she ran from the room. Ignoring my experience of letting her fume for a while I ran straight after her into her room only to find her thrown on the bed and sobbing, I sat next to her and scooped her up in my arms, confidence flowing from a part of me I didn’t know I had, and held her again. Through her crying she said,

‘Matt, I’m so confused…’ This seemed good to me, better than ‘I never want to speak to you again’, which I was expecting.

‘Confused how?’ I asked.

‘Do you think… Matt, do you think I’m pretty?’ This one caught me off guard.

‘Yes, I do. I think you’re the prettiest thing. I think you shine with something all other girls miss. I think you’re beautiful, and gorgeous, and perfect.’

‘The other girls at school joke about me because I never did anything with a boy.’ she sniffed, still hiding her face from me.

‘Well, they’re all whores then, and you don’t have to listen to a thing they say.’

‘Matt…’

‘Yeah?’

‘Matt, I think I like you.’ This was barely a whisper…

‘Hannah, over the last week I have also started thinking I like you… in what way do you mean like?’

‘Well…’ She blushed and looked up into my eyes, ‘The way a girl likes a boy.’

Hardly believing this I followed my instincts again, kissing my own sister bang on the mouth, harder this time to show I needed her. She replied, kissing me back, moving her body closer to me so I could feel all of her through the towel. I gently tasted ner tongue with mine, running it around her mouth and felt a thrill when she violently reciprocated, bashing her mouth into mine and swilling her tongue all around.

Gently pushing, I ended up on top of her. Stripping away the towel to reveal her perfect body, I marvelled at how incredible she was, how flawless her skin and beautiful her curves. A quick fear filled me of her being out of my league, WAY out, but my lust quelled it in the moment. I began kissing slowly down her neck, then her arm, licking her nipples causing her to shiver and then moving down, down, until I was tasting her cunt, licking around to tease her, make her groan and beg for it, and finally plunging my tongue fully in. This was all instinct, feeling my way, repeating what she reacted to and doing it harder and faster. I could never have expected her to feel this was, taste this good, fill my heart with lustful flames. She was obviously loving this, gasping and thrusting and shoving my head down into her crotch. Running her hands through my hair she started to whisper to me urgently.

‘Matt, I want this, I know this is wrong, why does it feel so right, ooooh, Matt, baby…’ and other words to this effect, which spurred me on incredibly and caused the semi in my pants to become a full on raging hard on

Dragging myself away from her incredible, delicious tight pussy, I stood up and started to remove my clothes. Hannah was up in a flash and helping me, practically tearing them off of me in a desperate attept to further occurrences… Suddenly there was a moment, we were both stood there completely buck naked essentially drooling over each other, and it felt incredible, to be so at home with Hannah, is so many ways, to feel comfortable to do anything. I stared into my gorgeous sisters eyes, and she smiled a beautiful smile at me, filling my heart with love and…..

Uncontrollable lust. Sweeping her up in my arms I half carried, half dropped her onto the bed, she stared up at me, waiting to be ravished, licking her lips, and I didn’t disappoint. Quickly grabbing my trousers of the floor I acted on what I had hoped to do many times…. My inexperience forgotten, I ripped out my wallet, tore out the condom I had saved waiting for my cherry popping occasion and put it on. All this time Hannah hadn’t taken her eyes of me and had been squirming with the prospect of what was to come…

As I stood over her, prepared, cock socked and ready to rock, I smiled. My sister smiled back.

‘Are you sure you want to do this? Lose your virginity to your virgin brother…?’

At this Hannah rolled her eyes, ‘Just get over here you silly sod.’ This made me grin and I went to her, kissing her hard and pinning her arms above her. She kissed back hard, biting my lower lip and licking inside my mouth. Releasing her arms after 5 minutes I lined myself up for the approach, poking her tight pussy with my cock. At first I had trouble getting it right, but Hannah took my cock in her hand causing it to jerk and put the head into her. This caused a gasp from her, and I slowly eased another inch in, and another, taking it slow, feeling her all over, gently kissing her neck while we broke her in… This may have been my first time and I may have been horny as fuck but I was savvy enough to know it was different for a girl the first time, and taking it slow would make her enjoy it all the more…

‘Oh Matt, I feel so full, do you like it?’

‘I love it Hannah, you are so warm and tight, you want more?’

‘Give it to me stud’ she grinned. Taking this as a cue I forced more into her tight teen pussy, causing her to whine in pleasure and me to nearly blow my load at the incredible full on feeling. I concentrated hard and managed to maintain, wanting so hard to make the hot little body under me orgasm as well. This didn’t look to be hard from the pleasure she was expressing, gasping and moaning and sighing. I finally forced my entire cock into her, not that I was massive but it was a snug fit. I held there for a moment to gain composure, then started a slow rhythm, building quickly in pace and depth. Hannah was going crazy, writhing and clawing my back, lulling me towards her and humping her hips up into every stroke. I could feel her clenching, squeezing, milking my dick, and I knew I didn’t have long. Leaning in to kiss her hard on the mouth I started to really go for it, fucking her hard and fast and feeling the cum building. Having never had sex before I didn’t know what to expect from Hannah, and it was almost a shock. She started moaning louder and louder, moving in exaggerated motions and fucking me back and suddenly went silent as she plateaued at a peak. This caused her to clench and I came in her, harder than ever before, more intense than anything I had ever experienced, and I collapsed onto Hannah, kissing her again, then rolling next to her and hugging her close. She turned so she was facing me and kissed me on the lips, softly, lovingly, and I returned it gently. We then held each other with no words spoken for a while, glowing with love and energy.

‘Was that ok?’ I whispered once I had cooled down.

‘OK? That was incredible Matt, mind blowing, and I am glad you’re my first….’

‘Same… and I have a confession…’

Hannah pulled back a little way so we could each see all of each others faces, ‘What is it?’

‘I really feel strongly for you… like, stronger than anything I’ve ever felt, some connection, a bond through this… dirty taboo.’ She smiled at that,

‘I also feel something I’ve never felt before…. is it love Matt? Or could it grow to be love?’

‘I hope so, and want to find out for definite…’ I kissed her, and we hugged close. ‘You are the most beautiful thing.’

I could feel her smile against my chest.

‘Matt, what time is it?’ Leaning over I saw it was about 3. ‘Jack isn’t home till 4 and mum and dad will be even later….’ she smirked, ‘you have another condom?’

We shared a cheeky grin and a spark flared between eyes, then we were down and in and through and out again and again, and fuck was it good. This summer was going to be fun.

End

Hope you enjoyed the story, it was great fun to write and if anybody enjoys it I might do more. Thanks for reading the fruits of my late night horny labours x

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