Once today I found myself with Alex’s underwear again. The rest of the day I’ve managed to channel my focus into a school project I’ve been meaning to get done. I’m surprised I’ve managed to bottleneck my emotions today. My orgasm yesterday must have taken quite a toll on my testosterone count.
I figured that it was Alex who locked the doors. Obviously she must have come home while we were all outside, taking the opportunity to fuck Luke. If I weren’t the one to unlock the door and come inside, Alex would be in a world of trouble. If mom had been the one, she would be pissed with Alex, but she wouldn’t dare mention it to my father. And if he were the one to come inside, there would be hell to pay.
I’ll be honest and say that I seriously debated whether or not I should bring that up to Alex. To use it against her. The thought of her doing whatever I said in order to keep her secret hidden was very taunting. However, I like my sister, and don’t want her to loathe me for the rest of my life. I want to fuck her, not fuck her life up.
So I’ve been sitting in my room, working away, thinking every once and a while that I should just work up the courage and tell Alex how I feel. We’ve always been close. She’ll understand, she’ll have to. As someone that comfortable with her sexuality, who is she to judge?
But I never do. Instead I work, and do school, and when work and school are done, I stroke myself. As more days go by, the passion begins to return to my head, and soon not even the thought of Alex’s underwear is satisfying me. I need to feel her warm breasts, I need to taste her juicy pussy. I need to fuck my sister.
I’m sitting in my desk chair, it’s back turned to the door, with Alex’s bra wrapped around my hard member. God, it’s never been this hard. On my desk are Alex’s panties. I hold them up with my other hand and smell them again. It’s a tangy, sweet smell. What I would do to taste her, lick my way up and down her slick pussy lips…
A knock at my door catches me off guard. I throw Alex’s panties and bra onto the desk and swivel my chair around. it’s a large, leather chair, so as long as I’m covering the right spot on my desk, the underwear should be concealed. Quickly, I stuff my hard on back into my pants.
“C-come…” My voice squeaks, and I clear my throat. “Come in.”
The door opens and Alexandrya comes in. She is wearing her pajamas: a tight fitting white shirt with a purple teddy bear on it, and matching purple plaid bottoms. Her hair isn’t done up, but waving down to her lower back. She smiles when she sees me and enters.
“Hey Roland I’m just heading to bed.” She says. I look at the clock: 10:30pm. Why is she going to bed this early? She must work early tomorrow, as she often does.
“Okay, I’ll try to be quiet. I’m just playing some games with my friends.” I say.
“Thanks,” she walks to the door. “Love you, and goodnight” she says, and then disappears.
“Love you, goodnight.” I respond. I hear her footsteps crack the floor as she walks to her room. There is a sound of her door closing, and then silence. My parents work early in the morning every day, so they always hit the hay early. As I so often am during the week, I am the only one awake in the house.
I swivel back around in my chair, fishing my hard cock out of my sweat pants, and eye Alex’s panties. They are obviously the black ones. I’ve been using them none stop lately. They are getting worn after all the rubbing, and in a few places they are crusted where I’ve ejaculated on them.
After a few minutes of stroking, I put them down. I switch to the bra again. The soft fabric wrapping around my cock tickles and tugs, creating anticipation for my climax. Gods. I slow down, dragging the feelings out. I’ve been using these so often I know every inch of the fabric. I know exactly which parts create sparks along my hard shaft.
As my climax builds I briefly wonder if Alex has ever masturbated using the soft fabric of her underwear. My mind takes the thought and runs with it, and I picture Alex lying on her bed, sensually covered in her blankets, hair tousled, rubbing her pussy with soft fabrics. I picture herself tickling her pussy with silk, running it sensually up and down her pussy lips, biting her lips as she wraps her fingers in it and rubs herself to climax, fucking herself with the fingers on her other hand.
With that final thought I climax too, imagining Alex calling out my name as she cums. Roland, fuck me, ahhhh don’t stop! Lighting builds up in my cock until it releases at the tip, spraying hot cum over my chest and stomach. I want to fuck you so bad, sis, I think. I ache for it. She is just down the hall, probably sleeping soundly by now. Secretly, I wish she could hear my thoughts. That I could tell her with my mind what I’ll never be able to with my voice.
I’m breathing heavily, but my cock is still rock hard. I have school tomorrow, though, and I decide to call it a night. If I’m lucky I’ll be able to force myself out of my bed early enough to rub one out before school. Maybe that will give me a clear enough head to get through the day.
Probably not, though.
———
I wake with a sudden start, my heart pounding, my body breaking out in sweat. I’m in my bed, smothered in my blankets. The first thing I notice is how my rock hard member is pitching a tent over the rest of my body. The second thing that I notice is the clock. 4:36 am.
Seriously? I have a brief mental wrestle to determine whether I am more tired than I am horny, but my cock standing at attention seizes my focus, and a tickle making its way up my shaft brings me back to the lustful reality. Gods, I need to cum. I am as horny as an animal, reaching the levels of lust that can only be reached in the dark of the morning, when nothing can physically come to mind other than how I have to have release. I have to cum. Now.
I throw the covers off my bed and yank down my pyjamas, my cock flopping up against the tight waistband. God, I hope I’m this hard the first time I enter a woman. I run my nails up from the base of my shaft to the tip, sighing in please at the feeling. Stroking effortlessly, I gently tug myself as I stand up from my bed and walk over to my computer.
I click the computer on, and am pleasantly surprised to find that I forgot to turn it off last night. I open the internet and open my favourites folder. I browse the list for a moment before coming to my go-to video: a blonde girl who finds her brother staring at her while she showers. Instead of being grossed out she invites him in. They fuck and shower together like it’s nothing out of the ordinary. Gods, how I wish that was Alex and I.
Alex and I. My mind stops on that idea, and suddenly just watching porn isn’t stimulating enough for me. Why am I watching porn here when I could be with my sister in the next room.
Wait, slow down. I can’t do that. Passion-high or no passion-high, Alex is asleep in the next room. If I so much as make a sound in the hallway my sister will wake up. Not to mention my parents down the hall, with their bat-like hearing. I can’t risk that.
But I want to. Gods, how I want to.
I toss the idea over and over in my head. My cock is raging hard, but I won’t fuck her. I can promise myself that much. What comes next after stealing her panties and sniffing them? I can’t steal any other articles of clothing, that will be noticed. And probably sought after.
In my horny state I can’t process any other thinking than that. The hot rush of passion fills my ears again, blocking out all reason.
Before I know it I’m out in the hallway, stark naked, sneaking like Bugs Bunny over to my sisters room. By some miracle I don’t make a sound, and when I reach her door I press an ear against it to see if she’s asleep.
For what seems like an eternity I stand there, my raging hard on not giving any indication that it’s going away. I hear Alex’s breathing coming in slow, patterned breaths, each just as slow as the others. There are no sounds other than that. She’s asleep.
I turn the nob slowly, and smoothly open her door and step inside her room, all in one motion.
I close the door behind me, a red rush of passion flowing up my back. I did it. I’m in. My sister is lying asleep behind me. I am naked this close to my sister.
My heart beats so hard I can feel it in my cock. I take a deep breath to slow it down, then turn around. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw then.
Naked. Alex is naked.
Tousled in her blankets, Alex lies on her bed without a single article of clothing. Judging my the arrangement of her sheets, she woke up just the same as I did. Horny, hot, lusty. Only she finished herself off and went back to sleep.
She lies on her back, her hair is draped over her pillows, and her head facing the edge of her bed. Her arm is outstretched, palm up, and the other is hidden beneath the rest of the sheets.
One breast is bare, the nipple hard and riddled with goosebumps in the cool air of the room. Her sheets cover her fit belly, then just cover up her vulva. Her shaven legs are protruding from the mess of her covers, with her knees pressed together and her cute feet interlocked at the base of her bed.
The way the light is pouring through her window casts shadows in the right places, adding to the sexual appeal. Her neck is covered in shadow, along with the area under her breast, and the area between her legs.
I want to taste her. I want to taste my sister.
The thought comes so suddenly that I don’t think not to act on it. I take one tentative step towards Alex, then another. Then another. With my confidence in my stealthy abilities growing, I kneel down at the foot of her bed.
Alex’s bed is low to the ground, so reaching over her feet to the sheets isn’t a problem for me. I guide my hand, shaking with passion and anticipation, to where the sheets cover my sisters lovebox. I grab the sheets.
In one motion I throw the sheet to the side. The whole sheet doesn’t come off, instead just enough falls to the side of her bed to reveal the rest of her body.
I take a good look. Her sexy hips are curvy, which I love. She isn’t clean shaven, but trimmed. Other than that, her thighs are pressed together, so I can’t see her delicious lower lips.
Alright, well, you made it this far. Jack off then and head back to bed, part of my mind whispers. Pssh, as if. I didn’t come this far to jack off. I reach my hand out again, intent this time on separating her knees.
Carefully, I cup her knee in my hand and slowly move to part her legs. Alex moans in her sleep, and I freeze in fear. My heart beats suddenly deafening in my ears. There is a tense moment when I’m sure that Alex will wake up, but she doesn’t. Thank god.
Still, I linger for a moment longer before I resume parting her legs. I do it quickly, gently placing Alex’s knee down on her soft sheets.
Now I can see her glistening wetness. Gods.
I lick my lips, the passionate rush beginning to fill my ears. Slowly, quietly, I lean over Alex’s bed. As I get closer to Alex’s pussy I can begin to smell her. Gods, its intoxicating. When I’m centimetres from her, I can almost taste her in the air. I stick out my tongue and run it along the open folds of her vulva.
Fuck, thats good.
I lick all around her before centering on her clitoris. Slowly, relishing in the experience, I draw circles around her love button. She begins to get wet, and I feel a spur in my cock, knowing that I’m the one causing this. I continue to taste her, licking around her sweet pussy lips, and down to her entry, then back up to her clitoris again.
Oh I can’t get enough, she’s so good. The realization that I’m eating out my sister fills me with lust, and I press my face into her wetness, sucking gently on her wet lips and centring my tongue back on her clit.
My confidence growing, and my reason fading, I bring my fingers up to Alex’s pussy and slowly insert my index finger into her entry. She sucks me in tight, and before I know it I am fingering her slowly. I move my finger around inside her, curling it in a ‘come hither’ motion.
“Mmm…” Alex moans. I freeze. Is she awake? A quick glance at her body tells me that no, she is not.
I resume my tasting. I lick her lick her up and down, circling around her clitoris before licking her up and down, peeking at her entry with my tongue. All the while I slide my finger in and out of her, curling when I’m knuckle-deep.
“Ahh…” Another moan escapes Alex’s lips. In the wet folds of Alex’s lips, I smile. I am doing this to her. Giving her pleasure.
I pick up the pace, fingering her faster as I swirl my tongue through the folds of her pussy. Briefly, in the back of my mind, I wonder what will happen if I make her come, but I push the thought away.
Tentatively, I bring my index finger out of Alex’s pussy, all the while keeping my tongue working. I take a moment to taste Alex’s wetness on my finger, and am greeted with a tangy, delicious taste of Alex. Gods. A pleasurable shiver goes down my back. I can’t believe I’ve gotten this far.
Slowly, again, I insert my middle finger into Alex’s pussy. She moans again, this one more audible. When my middle finger is in to the knuckle I slide in and out again, my passion getting the better of me, and I finger her harder.
With my hand in the way now the only thing I can do is lick her clitoris. I draw circles around it and draw shapes over it with my tongue. Alex’s body begins to move, and I know I’m bringing her close to orgasm. As my finger thrusts into her I decide that, when she orgasms I’ll leave. Hopefully, if she does wake up, she won’t be conscious enough to know that it’s me.
“Mmmm, oohhh.” Alex moans again, and her breathing changes. I taste her more, loving the hot feeling of her pussy against my face.
Sit on my face sis, I want to taste deep in side your hot pussy lips
My hand increases pace and I just manage to wrap my lips around Alex’s pussy, licking her hard clot over and over…
The alarm goes off, filling my ears with a roar.
I tear my face away from Alex, sliding out of her.
She’s sitting up. For a moment I stand like a deer in the headlights. For one, hot moment I show my naked body to my gorgeous sister. Then I turn, open her door, and disappear into the hallway.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck
I walk back to my room, the floor creaking. The sudden sound sets my nerves off, and when I reach my room my heart is in my throat.
Fuck. When Alex finds out who was in her room I’m screwed. My parents will find out, and that will be the end of it. I don’t even want to think about the consequences.
I slide under the covers and pull the blankets over my head. There’s no way I’ll be able to sleep tonight, but the only thing I can do is wait for the morning, and hope for the best.
———-
A beeping. My alarm. I peek out from under the covers, my mind hazy, and reach out to hit the snooze button. When I do, my room falls eerily silent. I throw the covers off of me and listen.
Not a sound.
It’s like the house is empty. I slowly slide out of bed and dress myself. I’m still naked from last night.
Fuck. Last night.
My heart immediately jumps to my throat again. What the hell are my parents going to say? Would Alex have told them? What is she going to say to me? Will our relationship ever be the same again? Questions fire a mil a minute in my head, each one filling me with dread. In all honesty, I don’t want to know the answer to any of them.
I slip a pair of sweatpants on and walk down stairs. No one is in the house. I look at the clock: 10:11am. Well, so much for school today. As if I was going to be able to get up around school hours anyway. Even if I wasn’t tired as hell, there’s no way I could face my parents after what happened. They definitely would have known something was up. I’m just glad they didn’t come into my room to wake me up for school.
I fix myself a bowl of cereal and go back upstairs. I close my doors, my windows, and turn all the lights off. I sit in the darkness as I eat, fearing the worst for everything.
Waiting for punishment is the worse part. You have that pristine fear in your chest, knowing that you’ve been caught, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Sure, you can come up with any excuse you want, but you know that in the end it’s going to be fruitless. You’re going to be punished. Not in the kinky way either.
What the hell am I going to do when Alex comes home?
She will be home far before my parents are, so it will just be her and I in the house. What the hell am I going to say to her? Should I ignore her for a while and let it pass? Maybe I can pretend it never happened, and she’ll pass it off as some kind of waking dream.
Or maybe I should man up and talk to her directly, telling her I am sorry and it won’t happen again. I am a growing guy, I have hormones, and they have a tendency to get out of hand right?
Fuck. I really don’t want to be here. If there ever was a time I truly, honestly, wanted to crawl into a hole and die, I think this would be it.
I boot up my computer and turn on some video games. All I can do now is wait.
———-
I hear the door open downstairs. My heart stops. Whoever opened it steps in, and the door slams. I hear shoes being discarded on the small tiled floor in front of the door, and the hallway creaking as someone walks down towards the kitchen.
“Hello? Anyone home?” It’s Alex. Should I respond? I decide not to. I still haven’t decided how I’m going to handle the situation when she sees me.
If she ever wants to see me again, I think.
She is scuffling around downstairs in the kitchen with something, probably opening her bag and emptying the stuff she doesn’t need. When that’s done I hear her start coming up the stairs. When she gets to the second floor I hear her turn down the hall. Well shit, she’s coming down to my room. Now or never, I guess.
There is a soft knock at my door. I clear my throat, but my words don’t come. Alex doesn’t wait, and opens the door slowly. I don’t have the guts to turn around in my desk chair to see her.
“Roland?”
“Yeah?” I whisper.
“I…” Her words catch in her throat. Maybe she doesn’t want to talk about it after all. I hadn’t truly considered that option, not like I had the others. Alex had always been assertive, always in charge. She didn’t back down from anything. Not embarrassment, or admittance, and certainly not anything sexual, if what I heard at school was true.
I, however stupidly, didn’t see this being any different. I guess I was wrong.
“I’m sorry,” I blurt out, not able to stand the strained silence any longer. I’ll turn around and look her in the face, then she’ll know how shamed I am and will forgive me, I think. But I can’t. How the hell can I look at her after that?
The silence continues on, assaulting my ears. When I finally build up the courage to slowly turn around, I see that Alex is gone.
I turn back to my computer, not really knowing what to think. I’m confused, and shamed. And hurt. Although I don’t know why. I wonder how Alex feels. She is probably thinking about me in the same way, I decide. Hurt, and confused.
A few hours pass, and finally I decide that I have to take a shower. A little cold water might help me think, anyway.
Before my thoughts can stop me, I get up and leave my room. I have to close my eyes as I pass my Alex’s door, but I make it to the bathroom. I close the door and lock it, turning on the water. I discard my pants and stand in the cool stream, shivering as it slowly warms up.
In my mind, when my hormones were dominating my thoughts, I had never thought of hurting Alex in any way. If anything I loved her. Not more than a sister, but she was my sister after all. But gods, how I lusted after her. Her pussy tasted so sweet, and those breasts. Gods. I could watch her chest move up and down as she breathed all day. Voluptuous.
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