My older sister, Annabelle, was pregnant. All of her family were over the moon happy for her and her husband Joel. I knew she would be a great mom because she had been a great surrogate mom to me and my siblings. And she looked amazing. The fact that she was going to have a baby just made her that much more beautiful and sexier in my eyes. That allure that ridiculously confirms for the world: this woman has had sex.
Since that fateful night, she had visited my bed three more times that summer before she moved back to her own place. Each encounter subsequently grew in emotional and sexual gratification. We would kiss, no, we would make out like people my age and then she would take me in her mouth. The last night she took off her light nightgown and laid her naked body on top of mine as we kissed. I felt the warmth and wetness of her arousal on my thigh. I had my hand on her back then slid it down to her wonderful cheek. She had responded by grinding her wet and hairy pussy into my leg. I almost came right then.
She stayed and waited until I got hard again and lovingly gave me a second orgasm. Despite having gotten off just twenty minutes before it felt like the biggest load of my life. She had actually moaned throughout my pumping, and I realized she had been rubbing herself with her left hand the whole time. When I shook, she shook.
Oh my God, we both had orgasm at the same time.
To my seventeen-year-old brain it was mind-blowing.
She ended as she ended each session: with a tender kiss and a thank you.
***
In hindsight, I am shocked I was able to stay controlled during the daylight hours. My masturbation regimen increased to the point where I was up to four a day, her nocturnal visits my favorite topic of jerk fantasy.
Emotionally, I struggled with understanding all that was complicating my view of what sibling meant. Once when we spoke during the day, she simply said, “Mick! enjoy it. I know I am.”
Perhaps she was addicted to blowjobs.
***
I was now nineteen and in the middle of sophomore year of college. It was no coincidence that I went to the same college where she was finishing her graduate degree in psychology. She had stayed in that town with Joel as that was the base of operations for his band anyway.
I would visit their tiny apartment once a week and have dinner with them and talk about the baby. I jokingly said she should name it after me. She never really laughed it off and my heart skipped with possibility.
I was in love with her, and she knew it.
I never believed that love was monogamous. To this day, I believe that monogamy is untenable and the reason so many relationships fall apart. That being said, my girlfriend Jamie and I were having a great time getting to know one another. She shied away from anything sexual other than boob squeezing. Her very conservative mother had put the fear of God in her.
Which made my attraction towards Annabelle that much stronger as it was my only outlet for sexual energy.
But it was an equal measure of frustration as our blowjobs had stopped completely. The last was back home in August when she was visiting for a day. I speculated the baby had changed her enough that maybe she had felt too guilty. Speculated because the usual chatty and forthcoming Annabelle had suddenly gone mute on the subject of sex.
That evening in October, Jamie and I were having a boisterous dinner at their apartment as Joel was off with the band for the night. After dessert brownies, Jamie excused herself for the bathroom and Annabelle and I were clearing the table.
I finally had a chance to take in her voluptuous body without being discovered by my girlfriend. She was “showing” belly swell as she neared her sixth month. She looked as sexy as ever wearing a silky blue blousy dress. Her already wonderful breasts were growing as they prepared to nourish. Her brown hair had grown out and was currently falling in waves over her shoulders. I stared at her beautiful green eyes wondering if she missed being with me.
She asked how things were with my girlfriend, and I told her the truth. “We are deeply in love, just …no sexual contact.”
Annabelle stopped drying dishes to look at me with humorous shock. “So …I’m betting you don’t have a crusty towel hidden in your dorm room.”
I stuck my tongue out. “You’re a big jerk.” I took a quick glance towards the bathroom, then unnecessarily whispered. “I just use a pair of underwear or something. I jerk off a lot. You know that.” I felt the heat of my face going ruby, a combination of embarrassment and irritation. She loved pushing my buttons, and I loved that she did.
She looked towards the bathroom door, then back to me. Her wonderful hand that had not touched me in months, gripped my crotch! I gasped in shock. My eyes quickly closed, and my heart sped up from the familiar sensations of her loving grope bringing me to hardness.
She leaned into me, her pregnant belly pushing against me in a way that was strangely arousing. She whispered, “Come back, I’ll take care of this for you. I miss it.” She motioned for me to bend down, (I was now 6’ 1” and she was still 5’ 5”) and we shared a wonderful kiss loaded with all of the emotions I had been dealing with.
I loved how her tongue just… knew me.
“I love you, Annab- “
We wished it could go on forever, but the sound of a flush brought us back to reality and we quickly separated. Unfortunately, like that day at the beach, Annabelle looked down and had to laugh at the ridiculous tent in my jeans. My eyes rolled and I turned away to adjust as Jamie came back into the room.
It was Annabelle that came to my sexual rescue. “I don’t want to be a party pooper, but I’m getting pretty tired, and you guys should head back to the dorm. It’s a school night.”
I was a brat. “Okay Mom who’s not yet a mom.”
Jamie expressed genuine disappointment but was sweet and understanding. She really was a lovely woman, and I was honored to make her my wife just five short years later.
My beautiful sister bid us good night and as I left, I turned once more to see her raise an eyebrow and point to the clock on the wall. The message was clear, ‘Better come back later!’ She ended with a little lip lick.
Ouch! Fucking jeans!
Jamie and I parted at her hall’s doorway with a wonderful kiss of promise. I headed it back to my floor but took a detour right out the back door again. I nearly ran the five blocks from campus back to my sister‘s apartment building. I hit the button and counted seven seconds before she buzzed me in. Down the hall I was overjoyed to see the door was already open a crack. I burst in and closed the door behind me. The object of my desire was sitting on the couch wearing nothing but a smile and her wedding ring. Her legs tucked under her; she was softly caressing her round belly.
She chuckled sweetly. “Goodness gracious, Horny Man. You run the whole way?”
“Be quiet!” I half teased. My jacket dropped, and my shoes kicked off. As I approached her, she opened her arms in welcome. I fell to my knees. Our mouths embraced with desire and lustful passion. Hands and fingers formed bonds with skin. As we made out, she helped me remove my shirt and began unbuckling my jeans. I pulled back and we touched foreheads. While I cupped her incredible breasts, I whispered so as not to break the spell, “God, I missed you so much. I love you, Annabelle.”
“I love you, Mick.” She licked my lips. “Let me show you how much.”
I nodded and straightened. She smiled and kissed my naked chest. My skin was alight with electric reaction. She had pulled my jeans past my hips and was grasping my growing cock. Just as I had added inches to my height, I had added another inch and some width to my lower appendage. I swelled with pride as it swelled in her hands, and she moaned softly. She attempted to kiss down my belly, stroking me as she did, and I realized our position was quite awkward.
I lifted her chin. “Can we maybe go to the bedroom?”
She smiled, thought for a moment and then nodded herself. I stood allowing my pants to fall to the floor, then offered my hand. She led me into the room and her marital bed. My heart was hammering, hoping this would be the moment I could finally be inside her.
She crawled onto the bed and lay down on her back, grunting a bit to adjust with the additional weight of the baby. She had her knees up and allowed them to fall open. She beckoned me forward. I cautiously lay on top of her fearful of hurting the baby. She giggled and pulled me down.
“I won’t break! You can lay on top of me. In fact, I want you to.” To illustrate she pulled me down and grunted with our contact. We kissed and she moaned, wrapping her legs and arms around me. The swell of the baby belly felt strange underneath me yet also a massive turn on. I could not understand why, and I didn’t care to find out. Feeling so much of her skin against mine was euphoric and transformative.
I wanted her. She wanted me.
Eventually, I slid to the side and ran my right hand up her thigh. She had allowed me to touch her pussy just once before, but it was brief. Now it seemed she craved and needed me to do so. My fingers found her hairy vulva to be quite swollen and very, very wet.
Annabelle let out a low moan and hissing breath as I caressed then pressed her lips. The wet crinkle of her sex was intoxicating. I leaned over and took her right nipple in my mouth, and she gasped. It was another first for us.
Finally, after receiving so much pleasure from this woman, it was time for me to give back and she was a willing recipient. My middle finger slid into her vice like opening and her hips ground against the butt of my hand to get her clitoris more stimulation. I suckled her breast as if it was expelling ambrosia from the gods! Her hand hugged my head, and she pushed me into her, wanting me to take all of the succulent flesh in at once. My left hand snaked under her body and held the back of her head. I released her nipple and kissed her neck, and then our tongues lashed at one another. She dug her nails into my shoulders then watched in fascination as I crawled between her legs. She had a moment’s hesitation, bit her lip and nodded.
Her head tossed back in a scream as my mouth engulfed all of her pussy in one go. “OHH Fuck, Mick!”
I had enjoyed three other cunt munches in my brief life, but this was unreal. My emotions and my desire created a spell that made her wetness like unto a potion. I sucked and drank and licked and flicked. Her clitoris was hard as a pebble and felt amazing when I pursed my lips around it. Her hands held my shaggy hair, squeezing and kneading my scalp as her hips pushed up off the bed. She froze fully arched and held her breath as orgasm crashed into her. I held on for dear life as she flopped and spasmed, her hips shaking as if she was a dancer at a disco club.
“Oh Mick, Mick nnnghhh! Oh, my God, oh my God, so good… so, so, good!
After a minute or so, her body relaxed back onto the bed, and I lifted my very wet, satisfied face out of the glorious space between her legs. I wanted to stop and savor her taste, her texture, her everything.
Panting, I crawled back up her body, kissing each breast as I passed them. Once above her face, the two of us stared into each other eyes and burst out in laughter. We knew we had crossed another boundary, and that taboo filled us with joie de vivre.
She held my head in her hands and kissed me again. “Mick, my beautiful baby brother, I love my husband more than anything on the planet. I would never want to hurt him or do anything to jeopardize our marriage.”
I held my breath. She continued.
“But… I cannot deny how I feel about you. When we are together like this my heart just soars, and I am lost in another place.”
I choked up and gulped several times. The words were so beautiful. and her eyes told me she meant every one of them.
I cleared my throat and looked down between our bodies. Her dark nipples and the line down her belly looked like a painting in the little bit of light creeping into the room. “You have given me something I didn’t know was even possible. I’m in love with you and you are my sister. And I don’t give a fuck what the world thinks of that. Because when I’m alone with you like this, I go to the same place you do.”
She held me tight against her, and we gently cried tears of joy with a mixture of some confusion.
Suddenly, I felt a strange sensation under my stomach, and I literally yelped in surprise. I jumped off of her and stared at her belly. She burst into laughter. “Relax! that was the baby saying hello to their uncle. That has been happening more frequently lately.”
She took my hand and placed it back on the swell below her breasts. And sure enough, I felt the small flutter again. I laughed softly. “Um…wow.” My eyes went wide. “That wasn’t because you know, I just… And you…?”
She shook her head, gently, pushing the hair away from her face. “The two may be related, Sweetheart. And maybe not. But they both feel wonderful. Now lay down,” she got up on her knees, “time for me to return the favor.”
That had been my thought all along, and I hesitated for a moment, wanting to remind her that it was her turn to be orally pleased. Her firm grip on my growing cock erased the thought from my mind.
What followed was a display of love and sexual expertise that to this day goes unmatched.
We did not fuck that day. I did not get the opportunity to enter her, nor did I feel the need… But that was on its way.
I was content to fall asleep next to her.
Our skin touching as she softly slumbered.
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Part Three: Satisfaction.
