1. A Sibling Love Story


    Date: 1/20/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Incest, Male / Female Teens, Romance, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

    and she said, "Oh Andy, thank you." "That said," I had to break the rare moment of honest intimacy between brother and sister, "the clock is ticking." "Okay, okay," she said, bending down to reach for her ruby red heels that matched her dress. Watching her with inappropriate thoughts for a brother, I imagined lifting up her dress and taking her from behind. She sat on the edge of the bed; slipped into her four inch open-toe heels and buckled them. Even though the act itself was innocent, it only made me want her more. Looking up at me, her smile genuine and wide, she said, "You look pretty handsome yourself big brother." It was my turn to blush, my sister complimenting me. Although I wasn't the perfect specimen my sister was, I came from the same gene pool and had never had a problem with the ladies. I got lucky as often as I struck out, but overall I did pretty well. Joking, I said, "Yes, I look very dapper." "Dapper indeed," she smiled, her tone just a hint of sexiness I was used to getting from a girls I would hook up with. Standing up, she stumbled forward and crashed directly into me. Temptation giggled like a school girl, as I caught my sister by her breasts. It happened so quickly that I didn't have time to react other than to just catch her. Time seemed to stand still even though it was probably no more than a couple of seconds that her firm breasts were cupped in my hands as I caught her and quickly pushed her back up. I stammered, "S-s-sorry." Her cheeks almost ...
    as red as her lipstick stammered back, "N-n-no, it's my fault, I am so clumsy." Trying to break the sudden awkwardness I suggested, "We should go." "Alright," she agreed, unable to make eye contact with me. Silence lingered between us as we each tried to figure out how to get past our awkward moment. All I could think about was how big, and firm her breasts were. Once in the elevator, I couldn't help but look at her teasing white flesh. The contrast between the red dress and her white breasts a delicious untouchable tease. It was Jayda who broke the silence. "So thanks for coming." "No problem," I replied, meaning it. Exciting the elevator, we began walking and I noticed Jayda still struggling with walking in her four-inch heels. I offered her my arm, which she graciously took. The comfort and stability of my arm seemed to instantly relax her. She explained, "Other than practicing in my room, I have never walked in four-inch heels before." "Why today?" I asked, even as I realized just how good and natural having her arm hooked with mine felt. If only she wasn't my sister. "I wanted to feel like a woman," she answered, before adding, trying to hide her insecurity, "Plus not many reasons to dress up back home." "Touché," I agreed, our town to small for many dress up events. Jayda walked in tourist like awe as we slowly walked the four blocks to the restaurant, looking like a couple and not brother and sister. I had been to New York twice before and knew the area a bit. The ...
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