A tale of incest - incest sex

A tale of incest

I was born in Georgia in the Spring of 1970. Three years later, my mom gave birth to my sister Bianca. My parents where the pseudo-hippy type, so my sister and I where raised in a relaxed, philosophically open-minded environment, and we where free to pursue our own interests as long as we didn't become "bad kids". I was a fairly normal kid, although a little more serious and conservative than my parents. Bianca, on the other hand, was really into the "hippy thing" (for lack of a better term), and when the "new wave" trend came along in the mid 80's, she was "mod" to the bone. My relationship with my sister was fairly good, but we weren't close-as-can- be. We got along well enough, and we both knew we cared for one another, but our difference in interests kept us from going out of our way to spend time with one another. For most of our childhood and teens, I felt a tangible distance between myself and Bianca. As a little girl, Bianca was average looking. Not cute, not ugly, but not a kid that stood out on the playground. Around the time she turned 18, however, she acquired an adolescent attractiveness that was due in part to the fact that she was an early-bloomer. Her breasts had began to swell noticeably, and the rest of her body was starting to fill out. At that time, I was 19, and already an experienced practitioner in the art of masturbation, so her development didn't go unnoticed. Even though I was interested in young girls and incest, I wasn't at all sexually fixated on her - although visions of Bianca sans clothes did occasionally make their way into a masturbation fantasy. She went through a brief training bra period like most of her friends, but didn't wear a bra regularly until she turned 19. When she was 18, she had fair-sized breasts for a girl her age, and by the time she turned 18 she had a good set of boobs on her. I was lucky to snatch a glimpse of a boob or two a few times, and my most memorable view was when she was 18 - she had bent over in a loose shirt, and I had an unobstructed view of both breasts for about 3 seconds. I also saw that she had developed pubic hair when she was 18. One day she was gallivanting around the house in a t-shirt and underwear, getting ready to go out shopping with my mom, and I noticed a vague, dark patch through the crotch of her panties. This was an education for me, because I had thought girls didn't grow pubic hair until they where at _least_ 20. In high school I was popular in the sense that I had a good group of friends and got along well with most people. I was on the football team, I listened to hard rock (Scorpions, Metallica, Iron Maiden - greats of the 80's), and I got so-so grades. I've always been in good shape, and I'm not half bad- looking, so there wasn't too much trouble in dating girls. I lost my virginity when I was 20, but by the time I turned 22 I'd only had sex 5 more times, so I wasn't very successful in that department, and it was a source of frustration (sexual and otherwise) for me. When Bianca started going to high school, she hung out with the "new wave" group, dyed her hair from brown to black, and wore dark clothing & makeup. She was really kick-back, and seemed a little like she was perpetually stoned. She listened to Duran-Duran, U2, Culture Club and all those other mod groups which I absolutely hated. I didn't care much for her friends, either, especially the guys, who I considered shameless "fags" and "pussies", being the straightlaced individual that I was. She got better grades than I did, but she didn't seem too serious about anything, especially school. She lost her virginity in her Freshman year, and was having sex an average of 3 or 4 times a month, usually with different guys. At the time, it wasn't something I would ask her about, but I just _knew_ that she was getting fucked, and for some reason that pissed me off. I guess it was my own lack of sexual success combined with the thought of some homo mod pussy putting his dick in my own sister that made me irrationally jealous, which, despite my attempts to control, showed itself in my tendency towards argumentativeness towards her. After I graduated high school in '88, I decided to join the Army. My uncle Robert, whom I got along with better than my dad, served in the Army and was a veteran of the Viet Nam war. His stories of his experiences in the military (aside from Viet Nam) influenced me greatly, and when I was finally old enough, I decided to follow in his footsteps. My mom and dad weren't overly thrilled with my decision, but they gave their blessing nonetheless. Initially my sister was exactly like I expected her to be, and gave me that tired old whiny bleeding-heart liberal "you'll be a baby killer" line, which made for some excellent arguments. In the end, though, a few days from when I was scheduled to leave, she started acting weird around me, barely acknowledging me and seeming to daydream all the time (more than was usual for her, at least). The day before I left, she snapped out of it and started another argument with me, and then broke down and told me that the real reason she didn't want me to join to Army was because she would miss me, and that she was worried I'd end up getting killed in some war. I was stunned by this revelation, and afterwards, the only thing I said to her was "goodbye" the day I left. When I got to reception at Benning, I was swept up in the whole "macho camaraderie" that all newbies go through, but the incident with my sister floated around in the back of my mind. Basic and infantry training proved to be a very mentally and physically trying experience, and I ended up thinking about Bianca quite a lot. After it was over, I came home for a 5 day leave, and afterwards I was scheduled to leave for airborne school. By then I was in the best shape I'd ever been, and I was more than a little gung-ho. Oddly enough, I seemed to get along better than I ever had before with my family, and I even had the suspicion that my dad was secretly proud of me. My sister, who was then 20, had begun to progress from her "mod" stage into the beginnings of what would become the "pre-grunge" stage. Most anyone would've considered her attractive, but to my tastes she was gorgeous. She was still obviously a teenager, but she had a voluptous body that would have made a grown woman proud. She wasn't skinny, but she wasn't heavy or even overweight; she had a full, curvy body that I found a thousand times more attractive than a skinny model's. Her personality was still the same; laid back, feminine, daydreaming, but her attitude towards me had changed quite a bit. We actually managed to hold conversations that where of interest to both of us. She was very affectionate towards me, holding my hand, giving me warm hugs, telling me that she'd missed me, and listening with interest to my experiences in training (when you're fresh out of IET and among family and friends, it is your goal in life to relate your experiences to anyone who stands still long enough to listen), even though she told me that she still wasn't happy with my being a soldier. During leave, I spent almost all of my time in and around home, except for a visit with my uncle Rob. Most of my friends had gone off to college (one joined the Navy, which I was sorry to hear), and Bianca was the only person in my age group around to socialize with. This is not to imply that she was my last choice - quite the contrary. My thoughts about her in training only served to make me miss her more every day, and for the first time in my life I actually looked forward each day of my leave to spending time with her. We'd sit together and watch T.V., hang out in the kitchen and eat junk food & talk, and we even once fell asleep together on the livingroom couch. Although this closeness between us was something completely new to me, after the feelings I'd been developing recently, I couldn't help but feel a kind of completeness and closure to my confusion. To put it in another way, in an odd sort of way, it felt "right". I knew that my days of teenage fun & games where over. I was well on my way to being an adult, and the changes in my perspective and my relationship with my family showed it. Leave felt as though it lasted a long time, but the day finally came when I had to leave for airborne school. That day my sister actually cried, hugging me and telling me she didn't want me to go. My parents seemed to be a little shocked by this, as they where quite aware of how Bianca and I had always been a little distant from each other. To be honest, I almost cried myself. Yet I knew I had to leave, but it wasn't going to be forever. Considering how paranoid she was about me being in the Army in the first place, I would've hated to have seen how she'd have been if she knew exactly what the hell airborne school was all about (she thought it had something to do with riding around in helicopters, and I wasn't about to correct her, which made bragging about it difficult, to say the least). I graduated airborne school in 5 weeks, having been recycled a week (for reasons I don't care to explain). The military life suited me just fine, and I was happy with my decision to join. Without the army, I'd have probably ended up as a construction worker with a beerbelly who spent his spare time in a recliner watching TV sports. After airborne school I got stationed stateside at Ft Lewis, Washington. I kept in touch with my sister by phone and through letters, at least once a week, and despite the fact that we where so far away from each other, our relationship grew to the point where we became the most important people in each other's lives. She started spending less time with her friends, I suppose because she was hitting those teen "introvert" years, and she made it no secret that she looked forward to my letters and calls. To be honest, she called and wrote me more than I her. Since I came from the south (though it's not like I have an accent), this made me the butt of "redneck incest" jokes from all of my buddies. But I really didn't mind. Besides, I turned out to be the Don Juan of our company, always getting good-looking women (and making up for all the sex I missed in high school), so I knew it was just jealous ribbing. Being the motivated, dedicated, high-speed low-drag "hooah" soldier that I was (and I guess, still am), I cashed in on my leave time instead of using it. Partying in Seattle is fun, but not cheap, so I could use every penny I could get my hands on. Although I missed Bianca, in a funny way I didn't really feel the urge to go home again for a while. I guess after living at home for 18 years, I thrived on the independance. Finally, late in the summer of '89 I took a full week's leave and came home, mainly to visit my sister. What took place during this week would be one of the biggest events in my life, and a significant turning point (or what I feel to be a natural course) in the relationship between Bianca and myself. Bianca came to the airport alone to meet me. When I walked out of the gate and saw her, she rushed up to me and nearly knocked me over with a crushing hug. When she finally let go, she held both my hands and stepped back, and looked into my eyes. She said "you look good", and I said "so do you", and after a slightly uncomfortable silence, she told me that her car (my old car) was outside, and I took that as a hint that she wanted to get out of here, so we headed out to the car, still holding hands. Out of the corner of my eye, I gave her as good a looking over as I could without making it too obvious. Over the many months it'd been since I'd last seen her, she'd only gotten more gorgeous. Her hair was shoulder length, and still dyed black. She wore faded denim cutoff shorts with black nylon leggings, and a form- fitting black long-sleeved shirt. She looked totally like the type of person that would fit in perfect at the clubs in Seattle, and the whole outfit complimented her body so well that I actually found myself getting a little hard from just looking at her. There was still no mistaking that she was a teenager; she even looked a little younger than she really was. Although I'd gotten a lot of pussy up in Seattle, I made it a point to never get serious with any of the women I was with. It's common knowledge that there are women out there just waiting for some stupid G.I. to knock them up or fall in love with them so they can marry into the Army life, and I took that knowledge to heart. So while I had no problems getting laid, I still felt lonely, since my emotional needs weren't being fulfilled by casual sex. The ride home with my Bianca did just that. Here I was, holding an affectionate conversation with a girl that I actually cared for, and a gorgeous one to boot. I must have gotten hard 9 or 10 times the whole ride home, as my thoughts began to border on incestuous. After a short silence, she would turn to me, look me in the eyes and smile shyly, and it would be instant pocket-o'-wood (tm). I was lucky it was dark, because Army dress uniform slacks seem to be made with the sole purpose of exposing erections when you sit. We finally got home, and my parents hugged me, and we went through the whole yadda-yadda obligatory "I missed you" conversation for about half an hour. When the conversation began to wind down, I excused myself to my old room to put some of my stuff away, change into something more comfortable, and get a little rest. I was walking down the hallway to my room when I heard Bianca running up behind me and the next thing I knew she jumped on my back and held on, yelling "Got ya!" I was already carrying my duffle, which weighed a ton, but I somehow managed to hold Bianca's legs steady and carried her, and my duffle, into my old room. My room was pretty much the way I left it the last time I visited. My old bed, a dresser, and that's about it - the rest of my stuff I either sold, gave away, or put in storage in the attic, when I was first getting ready to leave for basic training. Bianca hopped off my back and plopped down on my bed, and I opened up my duffle and started packing clothes away in the dresser. Bianca quietly looked me over and then asked, "What are all those medals for on your shirt?" I was still in my class B uniform, which consisted of dark green slacks, a light green shirt, excrutiatingly uncomfortable dress shoes, and the ribbons and qualification badges I had earned. "They're not all really medals" I answered. "Some are only ribbons, and others represent medals. I keep the actual medals I've got stored away back at Lewis". "Oh, that's cool" Bianca said, and then started looking around day-dreamingly. When we talked on the phone, we could (and often did) talk for hours. On the way back, we talked almost the whole time, but here we where, finally home alone, and we couldn't think of anything good to break the ice. On the other side of the country, I felt totally comfortable talking to her, but now that we where face to face, I felt a little shy, and I suppose a little intimidated by how beautiful she was. She kicked off her sandals and lay back on my bed, resting her hands behind her head and staring at the ceiling. "Sure been boring around here" she said, and blew out a little sigh. I put the last meticulously rolled up sock in my dresser and then started to take off my dress shirt. I heard Bianca whistle behind me. "Ooh, take it off baby!" she teased. I smirked at her and walked over to my closet, took off my shirt, and put it on a hanger. Being in a combat arms MOS and unit, I not only did PT (physical training) every day, but I did a lot of it, and worked hard at it. Before I left, I was already in good shape, but now I was a mature (young) adult, and I had a pretty impressive physique. "Woah Jeff, what've they been feeding you?" Bianca said, and then hopped up off the bed. "Lemme feel your muscle!" I can already assure you, that my by-no-means-naive mind had brought to my attention there was another muscle I wouldn't mind her feeling. I turned around and just stared at her with another smirk. She grabbed my arm and started to pull it up, telling me "Flex it!". "Bianca..." I said in a slightly irritated tone. "Come on, flex it!" she insisted. I rolled my eyes and gave a half-hearted flex. "Oooh...!" she purred, squeezing my bicep. Something about her voice, which always had a kind of a sultry tone to it, just put my hormones on overdrive, and I could feel yet another erection working it's way through my confused and tortured dick. I dropped my arm and told her "I gotta change outa these clothes into some sweats or something - would you mind... just for a minute?" "O.k." she said, and gave me one last lookover before she walked out and closed the door. And not a moment too soon. The little big G.I. was already giving a salute that would have made a 5 star General proud, and it wasn't going to listen to a command of "order arms" any time soon. I jumped into my grey PT sweats, put on a white t-shirt, and called out "O.k., coast is clear!" The door opened, and Bianca walked back in and plopped back down on my bed, sitting indian style. I laid down next to where she was sitting, and stared off into the distance. "Man, it's wierd," I said, "it's like I remember living here, but it just feels like I've always been in the Army". Bianca laid back next to me and snuggled her head against my shoulder. "Feels like I'm always gonna be here" she said. Again, I was at an impasse. She moved her head up and I put my arm around her. At that moment, I hadn't felt more at ease as far back as I could remember. The bed was more comfortable than I was used to, and I was feeling a little drained, in a relaxed sort of way. The smell of her hair, mixed with her hairspray and perfume, only put me more at ease. And it hadn't been since the last time that I was on leave since I've ever held a girl without the intention of fucking her brains out and moving along as quick as I could. I let out a sigh and cuddled her a little more. "I don't know how to tell you how much I missed you" Bianca said in a small, squeeky voice. I couldn't see her face, which was partially covered by hair and nuzzled into the side of my chest, but I heard her sniff. She brought her hand up to her face and rubbed it, and I knew she was starting to cry. In my relaxed state, I was totally defenseless against the emotion of the moment. I kept quiet for a few seconds, biting my lip and using all the willpower I could muster not to start bawling. At that very moment, I felt sorry for all the time I'd missed with her since I'd been gone - a feeling I'd apparently only suppressed instead of ignored. I reached over and hugged her, holding her to my chest and said "It's o.k. How do you think I feel? I spend all day playing G.I. Joe with a bunch of ugly guys, when I've got my pretty, hella cool sister at home." She sniffed again and looked up at me through strands of hair that fell in front of her face, and gave me a little smile. I smiled back and kissed her on the forehead. She brought her head down to my shoulder, as if to snuggle closer, and I felt a kiss on my neck. For all of my comfort with my newfound liberal physical affection with my sister, it still shocked me. I was dumbfounded, and the only thing I could think of was to kiss her again on the top of her head. I wanted to comfort her, but I wasn't sure how to procede since this was totally new ground to me. She kissed my neck again, and then again above the front of my t-shirt collar. At that time, even my dumb ass had figured out that this was beginning to become a little more than just sibling affection. The revelation hit me like someone had dumped a bucket of cold water on my brain, and I was stunned. My mind was wrestling with a million observations and opinions at once, but my body was starting to procede slowly, hesitatingly down the course that I had always wanted, deep down inside. I slid my arms back, and held the sides of her chest, below breast level, slowly rubbing up and down, in such a way as to where it could still be taken for innocent affection. Bianca, on the other hand, kissed me again on the adam's apple, then tilted her face up to kiss me on the chin. G.I. Johnson came back to attention so fast, I later could have swore I had heard it. She finally pulled herself up to face level with me. Her eyes where nearly slitted, giving her a tired, slightly dazed look, and her mascarra was a little messed up from crying. We looked each other in the eyes briefly, and then she closed hers and kissed me on the mouth. O.k., here I was, starting to make out with my sister, and damned well aware of where this was going to lead. Even with our newfound feelings for each other, I never actually told her "I love you". She often said it to me when we got off the phone with each other, and I would say "love you, too", but I had never actually initiated any sort of verbal expression of my love for her. I was too "macho" (and chicken) to come out and say it, so I left it as something that was just taken for granted. Here I was being presented with an opportunity to physically express my feelings for her. It is my honest belief that it was my love for my sister that caused me to go where this was leading, not my hormones. Although my hormones sure as hell where working just fine that night. We pulled closer to one another, and I wrapped my arms back around her. We kissed on the lips a few more times, and then our mouths opened. Bianca pushed her hands up underneat my shirt, and started to rub them around my back & shoulders. We where in the most passionate tongue-kiss I'd ever experienced, and she then pushed her knee in between both of mine and entwined our legs. As I was in sweat pants, and currently in possesion of a hardon without peer, my dick pressed up in between her stomach and her hip. There, it was out. There was no way I could deny that I was physically ready for sex. And it was a sign she didn't miss. She dissengaged from our kissing and started lightly biting me from neck to ear. The muscles in my hips and stomach clenched, and I made a slight thrust forward. Her reaction was to dig her nails into my back and breath sharply into my ear, a quick, breathy sound like "hahh". Although I'd seen a lot of women naked, in strip clubs and wild weekend parties, whenever it got down to fucking one, , out went the lights. Oh sure, a couple of times I'd done it with the lights on - when I and the chick I was banging where drunk and didn't care, when I was feeling "adventurous", and once at a hidden spot on a public beach, but, in the cases where I was sober, it felt kind of awkward. Obviously, neither I nor Bianca had turned out the lights, so they where still on. And strangely enough, it didn't matter to me; not just because I wasn't about to get up in the middle of this to turn it off, but because I wasn't associating any feelings of guilt to what we where doing. Sure, my mind was thinking all kinds of crazy shit at once, but nothing to the effect of what we where doing being something bad. I was ready to keep on going, and I didn't see any reason to stop. Of course, we never did bother to lock my door, either... Since Bianca had her hands up my shirt, I figured turnabout was fair play. I'd last seen her breasts 3 years ago, and from how the shirt she was wearing complimented them, it was obvious that they were pretty damn ripe. I reached down to the sides of her waist, grabbing the thin material in each hand, and started tugging it up and out of her shorts. At first, I was getting so much resistance, I thought it was part of a body suit connected to her black leggings, but she reached down and helped me, and together we pulled it out. I sent my right hand slithering up underneath the skintight material until the tips of my fingers brushed the lacy material at the bottom of her left breast. This was it - I was about to make actual sexual contact with my sister's body. "Well, what the fuck am I waiting for?", I thought. I slipped my hand up and over the cup, and held her breast in my hand. My own sister. Man, and I didn't feel any guilt over this, either. Maybe a little awkwardness, but that only made it better. Bianca just looked me straight in the eye, and I could feel her anticipation. She started to push my shirt up, and I removed my hand from under her shirt to help her. When my shirt was finally tossed to the floor, Bianca sat up, crossed her arms at her waist, grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it over her head. There they where, and I'd be damned if they didn't look even better than they did covered in a skintight shirt. She had a thin, black, lacy bra on, and her breasts where firm-looking voluptuous mounds. I looked at her face briefly, and was turned on even more by how such a nubile, young-looking 21 year old girl could posses such an excellent pair of breasts. I just _had_ to see them bare, and I set into removing her bra. Her bra clasped in the back, so I reached around to open it up. Bianca hugged me in a warm embrace and started kissing my shoulder and the side of my face. I relaxed my hands for a moment to feel her affection, but then quickly finished what I had started, and pulled her bra over her shoulders. She let go of me and put her arms up over her head to make my job easier, and I pulled her bra up, forcing my eyes to follow it's path, so I wouldn't see her breasts until her bra was completely off and her arms where down. I tossed her bra away and looked back down to her chest. Fuck me. If those weren't the most beautiful tits I'd ever seen. They seemed to have sagged just a minute bit lower without the bra, but that only served to enhance their fullness. They where big, but not _too_ big, they where round, and they stuck out proudly. Her areole where bright pink, and her nipples where I a little bigger than the last time I saw them. I was already feeling that unscientific magnetic attraction between male hands and female breasts, so I let nature take it's course. I cupped both breasts in my hands, and for a short moment just enjoyed the silky, warm feeling of her flesh. Her head rolled to the side and she closed her eyes, partly opening her mouth and breathing deep. I rubbed my hands over both nipples, feeling the little bits of flesh tickle their way across my palms. I cupped them again and used my thumbs to play with her nipples, eliciting another deep breath from her. Half of me could have kept this up all night. The other half of me knew that we both wanted to have sex, and neither one of us was patient enough to hold it off for too long. Just a little more before we go further... my mouth watered and ached as I looked at her breasts, and my tongue played with little bubbles of saliva in my mouth as I readied myself to suck the breast of a woman I was related to for the first time since I was a baby. I acquired my target and moved in, first letting my lips rub the nipple of her left breast, and then opening my mouth to take it in. My tongue danced over my sister's nipple and areole while I alternately sucked and nibbled gently. My sisters only reply was a breathy, moaning "Mmmnnnnn....aahhhhhh". I then started to lick, suck, and nibble all about her left breast, while using my hand to caress the right. She leaned forward, holding my head in her hands an kissing me about the top of my head. "Mmmnn... baby" she exclaimed, the only coherent word either of us had said since we started, and I switched my mouth to her right breast. She slowly started to lay back on the bed, pulling me along with her. I pulled my head back, brought my hands down to her cutoffs, and started to unbutton them. When I got to the last one, she helped me shimmy them down her legs. Now she was only clad in her black leggings/pantyhose, and she helped me work those off as well. The last thing keeping my sister's pussy from me was her grey lace panties. By now my body was ready to mate, and it wasn't going to let these silly little things stand in my way. I grasped her panties and pulled them down just far enough to see her pussy. And there it was, just waiting for me to put myself in it. There was a curly brown traingular patch of fur that covered her from her crotch down over the lips of her pussy. It wasn't overly hairy (I'd seen enough of those pussies before), but it was obvious she didn't trim it, and for that I was glad. I rubbed the palm of my hand over the patch, feeling the silky soft hair brush against it. I then moved it down and cupped her pussy, and started rubbing up and down, slowly. Bianca shut her eyes, grabbed and held on to my free hand, and started moaning. "Mmmmmmmmmm..." I let my middle finger trace it's way up between her pussy lips, and admired what a beautiful pussy she had. I never was the type of guy turned on by girls with huge clits, or big, fat, wrinkled inner labia that stuck out all the time. My sister's privates where totally symetrical and her inner lips where small. I rubbed my finger back down again, and then slowly repeated the process. I felt her hand clench mine, and she then opened her eyes. She sat up quickly, stared lustfully into my eyes for a brief second, and then grabbed the waste of my sweats and drawers and started tugging down hard. I balanced myself to lift my hips slightly and helped her pull them off. My dick stuck out, wagging slightly, and she sat there staring at it. I was lucky to have been blessed with what you'd call a "big dick". I don't have some huge monster cock, but it sure as hell wasn't small or even average. I guess it's probably around 7 or 7 1/2 inches, but I've got too much self-respect to do something as lame as measure my erection. For a moment, I thought she was going to suck it. I enjoyed getting head just as much as the next guy, but at that moment it felt wrong to me - I was sharing a special sexual experience with my sister, and having her suck my dick would have somehow spoiled the "romance". She reached down and tenderly grabbed the shaft of my dick, and I didn't feel like I had it in me to stop her if she wanted to suck it, but she instead guided me forward until the tip of my cock nudged her at the top of her pubic hair, just below the belly. I reached over to hold her again, and she lowered the tip of my dick, rubbing it down her pussy hair, to nestle between the lips of her pussy. We looked into each others eyes, and shared an unspoken feeling of immense love one another and a great sexual intensity, and then I moved my hips forward, slowly sliding my dick into her pussy. My eyes almost rolled back into my head - after all the easy women I'd been banging, I'd never felt something so tight and good. I barely heard a groan of passion escape my lips, and a sighing "ahhhh" from Bianca. The small part of my mind which had remained lucid through this whole encounter was keeping me constantly aware of the fact that this was my younger sister, but that only served to amplify the erotic pleasure. We rolled over, she on her back, and I on top, still joined by our sex. She wrapped her arms around me, digging her fingers into my back, and we shared another passionate kiss. I then began thrusting back and forth, starting slowly, but building up momentum until I was at a comfortable pace. Bianca wrapped her legs around my waist, locking her ankles together behind the small of my back, and rubbed her hands up and down my back and my sides. Her pussy was almost literally heaven. I could feel the soft, warm, wet texture as it gripped my dick, and her pussy lips as they rubbed against the side of my thrusting shaft. I was more physically and emotionally aware of my senses than I could ever remember - the smooth, silky texture of her skin, her breasts grazing lightly against my hovering chest in rhythm to my thrusts, the ambient smell of her perfume, her hair, and her flesh. I let out small grunts of effort and pleasure, and was answered by sighs and whimpers. She brought her hands in front of her to claw and kneed my chest muscles, following her hands with kisses and bites, and I soon after brought my face down to her breasts, sucking, licking and biting them all over. I would like to say that we kept up at this all night, but we didn't; it maybe lasted about 20 minutes, though it felt like a long time, but I was too drained and sexually tensed to last very long. Our orgasms weren't simultaneous, but at least they where close enough. Bianca came first, beginning with a series of soft whimpers that slowly got louder, sounding like "mmmm... mmmmmnn.... mmmhhh... ahhhh..." I could feel myself on the orgasmic home stretch, but I knew I wouldn't hit the plate until after she took her seat in the dugout first. Lucky for us, she didn't get too loud, but she was loud enough to make that little lucid part of my mind cringe a bit. "Unhh... uhhhh... mmhhhhh... ahhh.... unhhh.. uh-huh... ah-hah... ahhh... ahh...", she panted, in a both girlish and sultry voice, and I could feel my own need for release building, turned on even further by the eroitc sounds coming from my sister. At last she hit her peak. "Ahhyeah! Anh.. anh.. ahhhhhhhh!" she moaned loudly, ending almost in a shriek. "Ohgodfuckyeah" she moaned, coming down from her from her orgasm. I kept pumping away, building up, feeling a tightness in my balls, and Bianca held me close to her, kissing my face and neck. Finally, I felt a tingling at the base of both my spine and skull, and my warm load shot it's way up my dick and out into my sister's pussy in several long spurts. My pleasure was complete, euphoric, and I felt a connection with my sister that was beyond description - it almost felt like something supernatural. Spent, I let the last of my weight go and collapsed on her, my dick still nestled inside her. Apparently jetlag had whooped my ass sooner and harder than I thought, as I was panting hard, covered in a sheen of sweat, and feeling completely drained. As I still lay limp on top of her, the remaining part of my mind still thinking straight reveled in the feeling of her nude, voluptuous body pressed against mine. I had just made love to my sister, and fuck if I wasn't glad of it. It felt so right that I completely crushed any thoughts to the contrary and swept them from my mind. Bianca, who wasn't quite as winded as I was, nuzzled my cheek and neck, kissing me and whispering "I love you", so soft I could barely hear it, over and over. I rolled off of her and pulled her close to me. I put my hand on her cheek, and tilted her head so we where face to face. "I love you. I do. I swear, I love you more than anything in the world, Bianca.... I... fuck... I don't know how to put it... I..." A smile grew on her face, but tears started to leak from her eyes, and she sniffed. Her lips pursed in a cute grimace, a vain attempt to stem her tears, and she burried her head in my chest, crying. Nearly all of my emotional callous was worn away by that point, and I felt tears welling in my eyes. A couple managed to escape before I regained my own composure. We continued holding each other, and I fell asleep. I vaguely remember being woken up in the dark by Bianca, who wanted me to scoot over a little so she could pull the cover over us, but I was soon back asleep. I woke up early, at around 4am, my body being used to getting up at that time. The room was still dark, and I felt Bianca's nude body stell embracing me, her head on my shoulder and her hair spilled across my chest. As is normal for me, I was wide awake and lucid just a few moments after I opened my eyes. For a brief moment, I panicked, since I remembered we had left the lights on, and I thought we had slept like this all night without moving, yet the lights where out. I could picture my mom coming in, seeing Bianca and me like this, getting shocked out of her gourd, and turning out the light and leaving in a zombie-trance. I was about to mutter "ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck" when my racing mind recalled Bianca getting up in the middle of the night. My heart stopped palpitating and I felt a cold lump of relief in my stomach. Even so, my parents would be getting up in a few hours, and I wouldn't count out my mom or dad checking in on us. I nudged Bianca gently until she woke up, and presented her with our situation. I didn't want Bianca to go, and she didn't feel like leaving, so we agreed to at least make ourselves decent. Bianca put on her panties and my t-shirt, and I slipped on my drawers and sweatpants, and we stuffed the rest in my closet. We then got back into bed and held each other, and for a brief while we talked. We talked about what we'd been doing the past few days. We talked about what we'd like to do together over the time I was here. We talked about many things, but not about what happened between us. There was no feeling that we where trying to ignore or forget it. We where both well aware that we had made love not very long ago, but neither one of us seemed to feel the need to discuss it. Bianca, who wasn't used to being up this early, eventually drifted off. I was wide awake, and didn't feel like going to sleep, so I just lay there and held her, enjoying her presence and feeling love for her.

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