It came as no surprise to my older sister that I had an erection. It came as an embarrassing shock to me.
We had been swimming at the lake near our childhood home. It was 1978, the summer between my junior and senior years. She had come to hang with us for a couple of weeks. She was recently married, but her husband was in a touring musical group. And she was working on her masters degree.
Annabelle was a fiery soul. With piercing green eyes and an intoxicating laugh. She was curved just right, strong and always looked formidable. She had been one of my “best friends” when I was a little boy, despite our seven years difference in age. She always took care of me and my three other sisters who were all younger than her. When I say took care, I meant not just in-house babysitting, which my single mother appreciated, but also making sure we were happy and involved and always, always laughing.
It came as no surprise to me when I finally accepted that it was okay to have a crush on my so sexy sister.
That day in the water, we were playing some wrestling and dunking games, which were always her favorite. Despite me finally growing taller than her over the last year, she was still one tough opponent. When I lunged and landed behind her, I wrapped my arms around her to flip her upside down and back into the water. I accidentally grabbed her left breast and felt her hard nipple. I pulled away in shock, and the two of us splashed down. Annabelle emerged from under the water, giggling and spurting.
“Well, that was unexpected, Mick.” She always called me that, even though I preferred Michael and even accepted Mike. Only Annabelle got away with Mick.
I came up out of the waist-high water, and my swimsuit was tenting quite pronouncedly. She looked down and giggled, and I rolled my eyes and sunk back under the waves. For a seventeen-year-old guy an accidental boob grab, followed by an uncontrollable boner was tantamount to sitting in the public stocks in colonial America.
When I was going through puberty, I was terrified by my sudden erections as many young men are. Once in a rather painful awkwardness I got one while doing homework. Annabelle saw and told me to not be embarrassed by the “changes my body was going through”. (Eye roll…) My mom should have been telling us such things, but working a full-time job and trying to take care of eight kids left little time for personal moments. That’s when Annabelle would step up.
Her step up in the water was a little more direct. Standing close enough that she could talk quietly yet be heard above the splashes and swimmers she locked eyes with me. “It’s okay, Mick. I…like that I do that to you.”
She turned and dove under toward my sisters leaving me dumbfounded. Did she know?
***
That night, I lay in my bed, summer heat laying over me like an unnecessary blanket. This was the late seventies, so home AC was uncommon. But I was suffering from a different heat. Annabelle was in my head, and I was struggling with my arousal.
Well, no harm in jerking off. I pulled an old towel from underneath the bed. It stunk and was a little crusty from previous expulsions. I was seventeen after all.
I spat on my hand, not yet knowing about creams and lubes. I began to stroke rather quickly. I knew I would not be long as I had thought about my sister’s nipple all afternoon and into the evening. I imagined it getting harder in my hand, or maybe even her letting me suck on it. Or maybe even-
“Unghh! Oh mannn!” I sprayed a lovely youthful batch all over my towel. “Annabelll…” I gargled.
Afterwards, I lay there breathing in the heat and loving the sensations bouncing around inside fuelled by teenaged sibling fantasizing. It wasn’t even anything specific like getting a blow job or even getting to have intercourse. It was just the idea of her. I turned over and tried to go to sleep.
Sometime later, as I lay there coming in and out of restlessness, I felt a soft hand on my shoulder. I was startled awake and turned to see someone over me. There was some moonlight through the wide-open window creating an almost ghostly silhouette, yet I knew it was her. She stood in a sweet lilac, colored nightgown with no sleeves, her finger on her lips telling me to be quiet.
Then Annabelle did something that changed our lives forever. She climbed into bed next to me. I lay there, shaking! What the hell was happening? She lay her head on my pillow and stared into my frightened eyes.
“Mick, sweetie. You are my brother, and I love you very much. And I know it’s hard without a dad around and your older brother off to college. I want you to know that what happened to you today, and just a little while ago when you were jerking off, it’s totally natural and I am extremely flattered.”
My eyes were wide, and I stammered. “How did, how did you know? That I…you know…”
“Jerked off?” I rolled my eyes in embarrassment but nodded softly. She brought her face right next to me and laid her hand on my naked stomach. I slept only in my underwear, which was suddenly straining with another aroused rod.
She smelled amazing. She must’ve put some type of cream or something on her hands.
“I was listening outside your door. I heard you say my name when you… shot off.”
My breath was coming more rapidly. My mouth was dry as a bone and I coughed, making her hand jump. Annabelle was now just over my face. Her mouth just inches from mine. I asked the universe again: What the hell was happening?
“I hope I don’t mess you up, but I want you to know that I love you very much. And I think you’re really cute, and I’m going to give you a kiss right now.”
I nodded my head again, and I’m guessing I must’ve been as pale as the sheets I was laying on. My gorgeous sister lowered her lips to mine and kissed me. It was not my first kiss as I had a girlfriend the year before that didn’t work out. It was, however, the first kiss I ever had that felt real and had love behind it. We softly melted together, and I let out a quiet, “ohh man…”
This was not sibling kindness, but sweet and love and romance. And I wanted it to last forever.
Her hot tongue slid out and playfully opened my mouth. My own responded instinctually and I boldly pushed up to apply more pressure. Her soft, sexy moan affirmed it was the right move.
Speaking of moves the hand on my stomach slipped past my navel and was now creeping across my growing erection. I was roughly six inches- I measured it regularly with juvenile fascination- but right now I felt like it had to be a foot long! My body shivered and shook, and I broke the kiss to let out a long moan.
“Ooo…I feel so…”
“I want to take care of this for you. Have you ever had a blow job?” I nodded keeping my eyes closed for fear she might vanish into the ethereal.
I needn’t worry. This was reality: my sexy sister was pushing my white briefs down my thighs and grasping my hard throbbing cock in her hand. Her tongue was snaking around the head, and I was in heaven. I was thankful I had shot off a short time ago.
Her mouth opened and she took me in. With all of me inside her wet mouth she was swirling her tongue around the underside. The sensations were unreal. It was definitely a “died and gone to heaven” moment for me.
I bucked and writhed from the intensity of her lips now moving up and down my teenage shaft. I did not know what to do with my hands. I wanted to hold her, to touch her, to…explore her. I put my right hand on my stomach and the left made its way through her beautiful brown locks.
She moaned herself, apparently enjoying my caress. Her right hand was stroking as she sucked, and her left was now rubbing my balls! I knew I would not be long. I thought I could last an hour like some big manly man, but my sister was sucking my cock! Who the hell could last with that?
I now had both hands in her hair, not forcing anything just holding her, trying to connect to this unworldly event. I moaned her name again, but this time with more warning in it.
“Annabelle, I am- oh my God, I am so- nhhhghh! Anna- you’re going to make me sh sh shooottt!”
Rather than pull off and point it away from her like my ex-girlfriend used to do, she opened to go even lower and then froze as my body went rigid. My mind went blank, and my nerves exploded. It was monumental and by far the longest and most electric orgasm I had ever had. And it was inside the gorgeous mouth of a woman I had had a crush on for years!
I pumped and pumped and pumped, and I felt her mouth contracting as she swallowed. My gorgeous sister was swallowing my load, and I could not be happier.
All good things come to an end, and I flopped back on the bed. I had been hot and sweaty before and now I was drenched. My breathing was rapid, and I put my hands on my head trying to mentally hold in every sensation I just went through. I became aware of her tongue on my balls and around my thin patch of hair. I looked down just as she moved her body so her sexy mouth was close to me again.
Before I could express my gratitude, she stole my words, “Thanks, Mick!” she whispered with sultry satisfaction. “You taste delicious. Now get some sleep and we’ll talk about this tomorrow. And just so you know, I don’t feel bad or dirty or wrong. I love you and this was a great way to show it.”
I actually got choked up and closed my eyes for fear of her seeing her see me cry. She could not have said it better. Before I could open them, her lips were on mine again. This time with even more passion and the pungent musk of my semen on her tongue. It was glorious and gratifying, and a gift.
She pulled back and I sighed. She patted my chest and whispered, “Mmm thank you sweet brother, that was wonderful”
I wanted to say something. I wanted to tell her that I was willing to return the favor. That I wanted her like a lover. But she put her finger on my lips, and I kept silent.
“Get some sleep.”
And with that, she disappeared into the moonlight, having changed me forever.
I hope you enjoyed this fantasy of what could have been. If you liked it, hit the heart, or even the star. And please leave a comment. I try to respond to them all. They make me a better writer.
Part Two: Favor Returned
Matt
