Valerie Gray: Siblings Who Lust With Trust

A distinct change for the better, or so I noted, remembering the gangly and awkward knobby kneed brat with metallic grinning braces that she had been up to a short while ago. Still no hair other than the red curly mane around her elfish and freckled face, but a nice coke-bottle figure with pleasantly firm looking budding cream-colored breasts that proudly poked their strawberry colored nipples into the world. For the first time I saw my sister as something else than a foul tempered blood-relative whose sole purpose in life appeared to be dedicated to my personal aggravation.

Actually, I immediately felt a very un-brotherly stirring in my under-belly and between my legs as my male appendage asserted itself. That apparently did not escape Emily's attention and she immediately erupted into a gale of giggles and: 'That's a mighty big hair sticking out there, bro! Want me to put curlers in that one?' Still blushing furiously, but now grabbing me at the waist and tickling me with the cruel determination that I knew her to be capable of.

I knew that she wouldn't let up until I surrendered unconditionally and given the fact that tickling renders me completely defenseless, we soon rolled in the grass.

I went, 'Ouch, you cruel little twit! I give up!!! You win!' I breathlessly gasped between uncontrollable giggles and I rolled on my back in most obvious surrender, but Emily seemed in no mood to give up and straddled me as I lay there prostrate under her.

She held her hands in my sweaty armpits, ready to resume her assault on me and she wildly grinned at me and said, 'You give up? That's a first! My big bad brother is surrendering to me and what is my big bad brother going to give to his darling little sister as a prize for her victory?' She giggled impishly and she planted herself firmly on top of me so as not to be thrown off by me, as had happened on previous occasions of the sort.

One effect of that was, that her girly parts met up with my in the meantime thoroughly deflated male specificity and the warm softness against said parts immediately resorted the predictable effect. I was sixteen and with that a thoroughly horny teen. I had not had the chance to lose my virginity, but that didn't mean that I was not interested in that. Besides that, the sweetly fragrant proximity of the supple young girl's body struck my senses and combined with the full view on her developing and wondrously creamy freckled chest lit the unholy lust in my body.

Yes indeed, I knew that it was my sister and sure, I knew the strong inhibition that the taboo of incest constituted, but my body reacted instantly to this very intimate and fragrant closeness and went on instinct driven auto- pilot. In short, my cock staggered to life and asserted itself in possibly my firmest erection ever, which on the one hand intensely delighted me, but which on the other hand completely mortified me. Not so my sister. She was most obviously aware of my bodily reaction and her beautiful green eyes grew wide in a warmer, softer way than in the victorious grin she had shown me before. She, groaned, arched her abdomen towards me and purposely rubbed her tender little plum over the length of my protruding maleness. 'Hmmm, is that a candy-bar, or are you just happy to see me?' She breathlessly but with a very obvious hungry undertone asked me. Again she rubbed herself against me and by now I noticed that is was not sweat alone that made my groin slick and moist.

Emily let one hand wander off to her belly and firmly gripped my swollen and hard sword of procreation. Then she lifted herself slightly and started to run my purplish swollen tip through her wet, soft and warm crevice. Up-and down, Up and down. From the hotly warm entrance to her hard little nubbin and back and then again. Her breathing became deeper and her nostrils seemed to flare. Her beautiful ruby red lips parted slightly as she closed her eyes in clear enjoyment. Then she stopped and with glaring eyes looked down on me.

'I know what I want from you, my big bad brother! I think that I want you to play along with me and make me feel good in ways that I could never do myself. I never like using that hairbrush handle anyway and now that I have the Real Thing handy while it is connected to possibly the hunkiest guy I know, I want you to take my cherry and get inside of me. I always wanted that anyway.'

Now it was my turn to be astonished and taken aback, although my assertive maleness spoke otherwise.

'B-but Emily! You're my SISTER!!' I blurted out and squirmed halfheartedly to get from under my aggressively horny little sister. 'Are you completely out of your mind!?” I stuttered, my head instantly bright red and in immediate lack of breath due to my own shame. Are you insane or something? Jesus fuck, you are my sister. As beautiful as you may be and as much as I love you, you are and will always be my sister! I can't share that with you how much you, me or both of us would like to. Brothers and sisters don't do it together. It's not normal and unnatural.. Besides that, you're only twelve! Doing it with me might hurt you!”

I lectured prudish, obviously.

Emily pouted a little and did not seem too convinced about it. 'How virtuous and prudish my dear little brother suddenly has become today.' She sneered at me, while keeping her hands there where she could immediately could take control of me. 'Brothers and sister are not supposed to make-out and make love with each other although they do get horny, like I am with you and you most certainly are with me.' She continued pointedly, underlining that by again longingly rubbing herself over my poor confused, but fully erected joystick, thus getting it all wet and slippery again.

'Okay to share the bed with any despicable shit-head or office-slut that takes a fancy to it, to betray your family and play both sides against the middle, like our parents do all the time and then make life miserable for each other and us into the bargain. Are you completely sure and aware of what you are saying, and do you say what you mean, brother of mine?'

She asked me now in a much more mature voice with a sharp undertone of rejecting disbelief: “You know that we have no-one bar none that we can trust around here whether we deserved that or not. Excuse me for crying out loud, but we can forget about getting halfway decent boyfriends or girlfriends as the case may be. The only thing we can expect in that respect are those self-absorbed shit-heads from the company or some zitty local yokel. We are on our own and we only have each other. I myself don't have any problems with that as long as you don't knock me up, and that risk is pretty slim with me having my period one of these days. We're both horny as toads, and I think that we both are ready for it. Think of the benefits when we can arrange things. I want you, and you want me. As to me being only twelve and the possibility of you hurting me with your ding-a-ling, That's bullshit and you know it! Girls are very flexible and supple down there as long as you are nice to them. Besides that, I'm almost thirteen. '

She continued to lecture me, starting with vehemence, changing to pleading, desiring and coaxing, while she longingly caressed me and suggestively bucked her wet pussy into my groin. I felt my resistance rapidly melting away as I embraced her reasoning and saw the wild desire in her beautiful eyes as well as that in my own hormone drenched being.

In more than one respect I knew she was right and the possibilities and opportunities were more than evident to me, but what if it ever came out.

'Yeah, but listen to me. No! Listen to me ,' and I started my arguments against it while at the same time instantly putting a damper on the protestations that she wanted to bring up. 'Suppose that we do it together,' I said. 'Just for the cause of the argument let's assume that we do it together, okay?. Furthermore, let's make the plausible assumption that we both like it and continue to do it together. Don't you think that we will make life a bit complicated in the future. I mean, think of when you get a boyfriend?then what about me? Or if I run into this gorgeous girl that blows me off my feet. Do you think that you could deal with that? Let alone the possible explanation of our by then evident sexual prowess and experience.'