Samantha had fallen asleep an hour or so ago. We were laid on her bed with just the warm glow of the TV lightly illuminating her room. A taped ball game from years ago, turned down to the lowest volume setting so only the occasional cheer managed to pierce the silence. Top and tailing it, my feet were buried under her pillow, keeping me trapped in place. Socked feet lay on my pillow, slightly stained with dust on the soles. Her legs poked out from under the duvet while she slumbered in a vest and a skimpy pair of knickers.
My sister muttered something in her sleep and wriggled nearer to me, unaware of me watching over her. The legs shifted position, until her feet rested on my shoulder. I couldn’t help it. I sniffed at her socks. The scent was comforting. My arm was trapped under her legs, so I curled it around them in a loose embrace and in a momentary slip, I pulled her feet close and burrowed my nose into the fabric and inhaled deeply. My senses are overloaded as a feeling of contentment washed over me.
Perhaps detecting my invasion, Sam moved again. Big stretch. Her long legs straightened out. The soft skin of her bare ankle was so tantalisingly close. Very fine, gentle hairs left behind from when she last shaved her legs tickled against my face. I could smell the moisturiser on her skin. I slowly turned my head, minuscule movements back and forth, feeling the delicate fair hair brushing against my lips. I smell her. Another transgression. I allowed my hand to move up and gently caress her soft slender calf. I press my face against her, skin on skin contact. I held my breath. My heartbeat was rapid, drumming away in my chest as I nuzzled at the fuzzy collar of hair around the top of her socks, pushing myself into a delirium.
When we were kids we used to sleep in each other’s beds all the time. She’d sneak into mine or I’d crawl across the landing over to her room. We both slept more peacefully when we were snuggled up together.
My big sister always looked out for me and she was my hero. Athletic and tomboyish, she railed against being forced to join the cheerleading squad as the only outlet for her gymnastic ability. She was tough and took no shit. Any one ever messed with me got punched so hard, they forgot their own name. It was fucking awesome.
Her true passion was baseball, and her relentless badgering and campaigning lead to the school forming a girl’s baseball team. She always included me in everything she did, even when her friends protested. I’d go with her to practice, hang out with the team, hearing and learning things my peers wouldn’t experience for another couple of years. In return, I made sure I didn’t act like an annoying brat. I didn’t want to lose the privileged position she had granted me. I became an unofficial mascot, a member of the team. It was intoxicating being around all those older girls, but Sam always had my undivided attention. I was her biggest cheerleader, shouting her name from the bleachers, every game.
At home, she’d play video games with me, helping get me through the tougher levels or showing me a cool trick. We’d read comic books, watch movies and baseball. We’d share books and listen to the same bands.
All that nostalgia brought another memory to the surface. One that was always just lurking there, never far from my mind, haunting me. Back to when I destroyed and twisted the innocence of it all. I don’t know if I should blame my hormones or if it was an act of a sick mind. An event that turned a sweet, loving sibling relationship into something shameful, and all without her ever being aware. I felt my skin burning as I dwelled upon it.
It was the last summer break before Sam went away to college. I had been leafing through a porno my friend had stolen from his brother. I saw a centrefold of a girl that looked exactly like Sam. The naked girl before me could have only been a year or two older than my own sister. I was awestruck, I couldn’t take my eyes away. I knew it was wrong to think about Samantha that way. They shared the same boyishly pixie cut red hair. Before Sam’s body developed, we’d always been mistaken as brothers, except I didn’t share the same gorgeous red hair.
Freckles matching the patterns that covered Sam’s face and arms. I would trace shapes with my fingers on them sometimes. I pictured my fingers gliding over her naked body. Athletically built, slender but with firm, taut muscles; perhaps from playing sports, just like my sister. Small breasts, soft little mounds, deliciously topped with the pinkest nipples. A wry smile, hinting at impure thoughts belying her innocent looking face. I felt a deep yearning building up. Feverishly enraptured, I convinced myself she was my Sam.
I traded our Zelda cartridge for it. I kept that magazine secret, and would stare at my sister’s doppelganger for hours each night, missing out on spending time with the real Sam. Seduced by a fantasy version of my own sordid creation. I was so scared of what sharing a bed would be like after this illicit thing had been awakened in me.
I’d find myself aroused around Sam. Seeing her in a bathing suit when she’d take me to the pool, glimpses of her disrobing in her room that I lingered on for too long, or the simple sight of her in shorts as she curled up on the sofa with me to watch a movie. The images from the magazine blending with reality. How could I endure laying next to her? Her loving, sisterly embraces as we slept would have been unbearable, and a betrayal of her as my twisted fantasies played out in my imagination.
Instead of making the most of that last summer together, I discovered masturbation. Any time I was alone, I would be jerking off, hoping each time it would dispel the curse, purge all the dirty thoughts and this nightmare would end. Not even my favourite photo of us was safe. One from after her team had won a cheerleading competition. Our arms wrapped around each other in celebration. I would look at it and tell myself it was a photo of my girlfriend, pleasuring myself while placing it upon the spread open nudie magazine.
Sensing that something was drawing me away, Sam crept into my room one day, desperate for a clue about why I was avoiding her.
“Where’s Zelda gone, I wanted to play through it one last time together?” She questioned me as I caught her rifling through my drawers.
I couldn’t lie, even though I knew that was a flimsy excuse. I confessed that I’d traded it for a dirty magazine. She just laughed, almost relieved that I could still be honest with her and said she had seen it while searching. The magazine was pulled from it’s hiding place and she scanned through the pages at all the pictorials of naked women, occasionally holding them up to query which one was my favourite. I’d lie, trying to distract from the only girl in there I cared about.
“Really? The blonde? Ugh. I thought you had better taste, Sammy.”
She paused on her imposter, examining the pages with interest. Did she recognise the similarity?
“That explains why you’ve been so distant, you little perv.” Her shoulders slumped a little and she closed the magazine carefully.
“Oh jeez.” She sighed. “My little Sammy is growing up and found other girls more interesting than me.” She smiled but it was tinged with sadness. I felt like such a creep. I wanted the earth to open up and for me to plunge into Hell, where I belonged and just stood there in shamed silence.
“Oh, I’m just teasing you. It’s normal, don’t worry about it.” She came and gave me a hug and I felt like bursting into tears and confessing everything. I nearly fooled myself thinking that if I told her I only looked at it because I was in love with her, she’d understand and it would all be okay.
So instead of being mad, she showed me a better hiding place so mom would never find it, then took me out to buy another copy of Zelda with some of her college savings. On the way there she tried to talk to me about girls and… stuff. I would shrug and lie, listing a bunch of girls in my class that I liked. I didn’t care about any of them, just names I knew from my friend’s lusting after them.
We got pizza and a bunch of snacks, went home and played through Zelda one last time. It almost felt like before, and I nearly succeeded in pushing the bad thoughts away for the rest of the day. I only thought about kissing her every half an hour instead of every five minutes.
“You’d better come to my room for a sleepover each night this week, Samuel,” She told me as we played. “I’ve missed having you tucked up with me.” She rested her hand on my bare thigh, and I flinched. I could feel my cock twitch the moment she touched me. I wanted to push her to the ground and tear her clothes off. Or she tear mine off. Either way I wanted us to get naked. Shit, how could I share a bed with her, thinking thoughts like that?
Instead, I nodded and with a lump in my throat, a crackle in my voice as I promised I would be there. I knew she would just come and drag me back to her bed. That night, I tiptoed across the hall filled with dread and slipped under the sheets.
“Why have you got your thick pyjamas on?” She asked me. “It’s way too hot. You’ll cook the both of us.”
I wanted to protest but how could I explain? I did as I was told and stripped down. I tried to hide myself from her, and she just laughed.
“What are you being shy for? I’m your sister.”
She gave me a pair of her boxer shorts to wear and I laid back down in bed next to her.
“That’s better.” She ran her hand over my bare chest. I thought I was going to have a heart attack.
I was rigid, my arms clamped to my side, not wanting to touch her. She clucked her tongue, grabbed my arm and pulled it around her. She entwined her bare legs around mine. The feeling of our skin touching sent electric surges through me. I didn’t sleep at all that night. I was convinced I would get hard and she would know. She couldn’t ever know what I’d been doing, what I’d been thinking.
Every night, the torture persisted. Spooning her tightly as she pulled me close, her butt pushed firmly up against me. The smell of her hair, the feel of our skin touching. It drove me crazy. All week we’d been inseparable again, hanging out watching TV, driving aimlessly around in her Bronco listening to music, going to the arcade. She wouldn’t let up, give me a reprieve. I was happy to be around her but the whole time I was on my guard. I scolded myself any time I let my eyes wander. I told myself it was just the acts of a kind sister making the most of being home before she had to leave, but I couldn’t help but live in a fantasy that we were going on dates and that she was mine.
As we drove down the country lanes, I would stare at her bare arms, slightly tanned with a tinge of red, her freckles brought out by the summer sun. I’d think about kissing them, feeling the fine hair on surface of her skin against my lips, smelling the sun tan lotion, her muscles and tendons flexing as she turned the wheel.
The last night was torment. I was wired, I’d barely slept from forcing myself to stay awake every night. The only thing keeping me alive were occasional naps on the sofa during the day. She kept fidgeting this evening. Muttering in her sleep. Her backside pushed up against my crotch as she shifted around. It happened. Despite fighting it, I felt my dick go rigid from her moving around so much. I felt like it was going to tear itself apart, it got so hard. I bit down hard on my pillow. I wanted to slide her shorts aside and push myself inside her. I told myself it was just friction, to block it out, have some self control. Think of baseball. She had my hand pulled around her front, clasped to her breast. I’d kept it flat, trying to keep it from grasping but it started to cramp.
Baseball didn’t work, I would just think about her in her uniform. She looked so cool up there on the mound. I was in agony. Something had to give. My hand relaxed against my will and naturally cupped around her breast. I could feel her nipple hardening against my palm. The aching was unbearable. I shifted slowly, pushing myself incrementally against Sam’s body. I felt her unconsciously push back, gyrating against my hard cock, unknowingly teasing me. She was still asleep, dreaming of a boyfriend perhaps, completely unaware of her own brother as he used her for such a depraved act.
I quietly wept as I dry humped her through my shorts, slowly and discreetly pushing myself up against her, trying to relieve the horrific yearning that was overloading my senses. I held my breath, trying to not let her feel it on the back of her neck. My lips were millimetres from the back of her neck, the shortly chopped hair tickled my nose. I tried to hold back, but inevitably, the warm, wet sensation oozed slowly across the front of my shorts, the cotton glued to my skin.
To my horror, it had gone through and a tell tale dark spot spread across the seat of Sam’s pants. Sickened with myself, I tried to escape. I prayed she would think it was just an accident in the night, nothing that could’ve been helped and that I’d slunk off from embarrassment. Sam would shrug it off, right? Just teenage boys stuff. But she clung tighter to me, pulling me closer, pushing herself further onto my cum drenched lap. I felt the moist squish of my shameful discharge between us. I fought to hold back the tears. She turned around, wrapped me up tight in her embrace, and buried her face into me, a gentle whimper escaping her lips. Exhausted, my tired and relieved body succumbed to sleep.
I woke up, terror immediately seized me, but Sam was there, smiling as she watched me sleep, seemingly completely unaware of the night’s events. She never brought up the dried stain of hardened cum. I knew she suspected something, as she put her bedding in the wash herself that day, giving mom some bullshit about proving to her she would be able to look after herself. We never spoke of it, and she never treated me differently either, despite the guilt eating away at me forever after.
A sick, heavy feeling sits in my gut as the memories play out and the guilt returns. Not again. Never again. I released my grip and ended the embrace but I couldn’t escape her scissor hold. She had me pinned and—I didn’t want to let her go. It had been so long. I held my head there, letting the soft tips of her leg hair dance upon my lips. Eventually I fell asleep like that, lulled into a dream state by the soothing sensation.
“You’ve drooled on my leg!” Sam yelled as woke me. She laughed as I peeled my dried lips away from the damp patch of skin on her ankle. Shit! In my sleep I’d wrapped myself around her leg. I could feel that my erect cock was pushed up against her.
“Fuck. I’m sorry Sam.”
“Pft. It’s OK. Don’t worry about it, it’s funny.” She shrugged and pulled her legs up towards her, tucking her knees under her chin and holding onto her ankles. “You looked very cute, I felt bad waking you.”
I crammed the duvet between my legs, trying to soothe the ache.
Sunlight shone through a crack in the curtain, a glowing aura around her crown of red hair. She was in her late twenties now, and I thought about how the resemblance between Sam and her magazine clone had grown as time passed. Heck, she’d even done a few magazine shoots herself, for fitness and health magazines. I had a stack of them back at my apartment.
“I don’t know why you insist on sleeping down the other end. I don’t mind you lying next to me. Or are you a little secret foot freak?” She wiggled her toes. More blushing. I tried to protest but I couldn’t form the words. I couldn’t tell her why. I can never tell her it’s because I’m afraid I can’t control myself.
“It’s OK if you are, I had a nibble on your fluffy socks myself. Grrr!” She grabs my foot in a playful way, mimicking an animal’s mouth with her hand. Then she flung herself across the bed, wrapped her arms around me and planted a kiss on my lips.
“I’m so happy you’re here. I missed us.” She stared into my eyes. I melted.
How did I get here? Why put myself in a position where I could slip again? It was happening all over again, I was fooling myself into thinking we were something else.
It was Thanksgiving week, and for once, we were both single at the same time with no one to take home for the holidays to meet the folks. No painfully faking a happy romance, no awkward discussions about getting married or starting a family. I don’t want any of that.
“Come stay at mine on your way. We can have a sleepover like old times and we’ll drive home together,” She instructed me when she called to make the arrangements. “You can be my date.”
My heart ached at those words. If only she knew. My shameful teenage secrets. My obsession with her that never ended, even when I was dating other girls. They could never match up to Sam. I tried to distract myself, make believe I really loved them but I always ended up comparing them to my perfect sister, each relationship doomed from the start. I envied every man she introduced. I faked it, acted like I thought they were the coolest, for her. Never let my jealousy show. I hated each and every one of those bastards.
“I’m going to shower before breakfast, want to join me?” She joked.
I nearly choked. I heard her laughing to herself as she headed off to the bathroom.
And then I was alone on her bed and nursing my unsatisfied, erect cock. I tried to not think about Sam in the shower, the water running over her naked body, her fingers exploring as she washed. Touching herself. No, that’s stupid. She’s just washing. Girls don’t do that, that’s just my overactive, immature imagination again.
I tried to find a distraction and hunted around the room, examining her trophies and photos from her career. After college success, she turned pro. There wasn’t a Major League like there is for men but she was one of the top players and played all over, even abroad. It was tough when she was that far away. We’d try to see each other at least once a month but when she was overseas, it could be longer. Each time felt like a part of me had been ripped away.
Tucked up amongst an array of photos is one I recognised. My favourite, a full length shot of us where we have our arms around each other waists. Her cute cheerleader uniform, showing off her long legs, toned abs exposed by the crop top. Her beautiful smile. Clinging to each other like we were inseparable. We were. It was before I wrecked it all. The proud and happy brother and sister. I felt sick again thinking about how I had twisted that happy image into something so wrong.
A familiar ache stirred in my loins. I blinked away a tear, I knew the inevitable was impossible to resist. With the frame clutched in one hand, I pulled down my pyjama bottoms, pulled out my dick and begin to jerk myself off. I was lost in the memory, of holding her in my arms, the feel of her body pressed up against mine. I was so lost in the fantasy, my guard dropped.
I jumped out of my skin as her hand reached around me, a slick wet arm embracing me from behind.
“Oh Fuck! No! Sam—It’s not what it looks like!” I panicked, stammering as I try to explain, pulling away from her.
“What are you talking about Sammy?”
My sister was nude, standing there with water dripping from her body. I turned away.
“I-I’m so sorry!” I blurted out. The room was spinning. I felt sick. My ears rang, my vision went fuzzy.
She looked concerned more than angry. I was even more confused. I was still holding the photo, I tried to hide it but I knew she saw. I couldn’t understand why she wasn’t screaming with rage.
“Wait, do—Do you think I didn’t know?” Sam looked puzzled.
“Know what?” I wanted to run. I was frozen to the spot. I felt like I was going to collapse on the floor. Sam moved closer.
“It’s okay Sammy.” She stood toe to toe with me, and put her hands up to cup my face, lovingly. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”
“But—” I pointed at the photo. She took it and held it so we could both see.
“That’s my favourite one of us. Every photo ever taken of us, I would make believe you were my boyfriend, did you know that?” She confesses. “I only ever wanted you to be at my games. I wanted to kiss you after every time I hit a home run. I wanted you to hold me in your arms and never let go.”
The world flipped.
She knew? She even knew before I did? A thousand memories played back all at once. I searched for a sign, something that I missed.
“Did you really think I didn’t know? Even after that night together? Our last night before I left?” My eyes rolled back in my head and my knees went out. Sam grabbed me and helped me to sit back on the edge of the bed.
“I’ve always loved you, Sammy.” She told me. “I’ll never stop loving you. That night was—perfect, even though I really wanted you to take me, just knowing you wanted me made me happy. I thought it was probably all I would ever experience with you. I always needed you to want me. Every time you introduced a new girlfriend… It made me so sad. I wanted to be them. It should’ve been me. Not them. You’re mine—Mine!”
Her hand caressed my belly, and her fingers slipped under the waistband. I couldn’t breathe. My heart was pounding as her wet fingers found their way to my hard cock and wrapped around them.
“Mom may have given birth to you, but you’re a part of me, Sammy. The years between us didn’t matter. We’re the same being.”
She cradled me as she whispered in my ear.
“Kiss me.” She pleaded as she began to tug gently, her hand sliding up and down my shaft. I was stunned, unable to move.
“Please kiss me, Sammy.” I turned my head and looked into my sister’s eyes. My heart broke. The pleading look in her eyes… the way I always wanted her to look at me, the look I always tricked myself into thinking was really there any time our eyes met.
I leaned forward, my lips hovering just out of reach of hers. She pushed her lips onto mine. Softly at first, then growing firmer. Our tongues began to explore each other’s mouths. I whimpered as she increased speed, pulling my cock free once more. The kiss grew more desperate and frantic as I trembled in her arms. The feel of her hands upon me, just how I imagined all those times before.
“Sam…” I breathlessly gasped, the only word I could say. A tear rolled down my cheek as she brought me to climax. My cock twitched as thick creamy spunk spurted from the tip and poured out, smothering my sister’s hand. She kept a firm grip as I cried out, her face nuzzling and kissing me as I shook in her arms. I stared into her eyes, not believing what had just happened. She licked her fingers clean, keeping eye contact as her tongue wrapped around her digits, licking up every drop.
She led me to the bathroom and helped me into the shower. I could barely walk, my legs still felt like jelly. We stood under the soothing hot water, while she tenderly washed me, and we embraced.
Eventually we dressed and ate breakfast, mostly in silence. I packed my things and we loaded up her trusty old Bronco for the trip back to our childhood home. Autumn was turning to winter. Leafless, brittle looking trees lined the roads and the car’s heater fought against the chilled air. We took turns driving, and gradually, normal conversation resumed, the morning’s events almost a forgotten dream.
“I need to pee.” Sam said.
“There’s a rest stop in a few miles.” I told her, my hands on the wheel.
“I need to pee now.” She insisted.
“It’s all open and exposed. Someone will see!” I explained. I gestured at the frozen, barren looking fields around us.
“I don’t care about that. The car will block the view—Come on, it’s nearly coming out.” She fidgeted in the passenger seat. “I’ll let you watch…” She purred.
“Pee in a bottle.” I joked, passing her an empty soda bottle over. Sam raised her eyebrow.
“I’m not pissing in a bottle. Come on, bro. Pull over.”
I didn’t know why I didn’t just pull up and let her pee at the side of the road. A morbid curiosity and a need to playfully tease her had come over me. The drive had been fun. I was freed of all that guilt that weighed down on me for all those years. My secret wasn’t even a secret to her. It was our secret. We shared something special together.
“I dare you.” I grinned.
“You fucker. Fine.”
Sam wriggled out of her shorts. She always wore shorts, even in winter. She had a thick jumper and a hat on, but as it was so bitterly cold today, she had worn a pair of tights. She yanked everything down around her ankles, grabbed the bottle from me and placed it against her cunt. Almost immediately the sound of piss hitting plastic filled the car. I watched in amazement as the pale yellow fluid flowed from her.
“You enjoying this, you little perv?” Sam glared at me.
“Uh… yeah. I am. More than I expected.” I admitted.
“Why am I not surprised. How many times have you masturbated thinking about me?”
The car swerves a little as I try to recover.
“A lot. More than I could count.” I replied, truthfully. Sam nodded.
“Good.” The sound from the bottle grew denser as the level increased.
“Why didn’t you fuck me that night? Or ever? I gave you enough signals. You were the first boy I ever masturbated to... Even while you slept next to me, sometimes. I did that night, as your cum coated my ass.”
The bottle was nearly full, and she tried to shake the last couple of drops but lacked the necessary equipment. She grabbed a tissue from the glove compartment and gave herself a wipe.
“What? You were my sister. I didn’t know they were signals. I thought there was something wrong with me.”
“There is something wrong with you. With the both of us, thank fuck, I might add. I wanted it and you denied me for so long. It hurt me. You were supposed to love me back as much as I love you.”
“This is a really heavy conversation to be having while your pants are on the floor and you have a bottle of piss in your hand.” I tried to deflect her line of questioning.
“I just want to know how you’re going to make it up to me. We still haven’t had sex and I’m practically begging for it. I need you to fuck me, Samuel.” Sam pouted.
“Jesus. Um… I’ll never let it happen again? I’m yours forever? Is that what you want to hear?”
“It’s a start.”
“Oh jeez, well what else can I do, I just pledged my life to you. And relax, we’re going to fuck, okay. I just… need to process this all.”
“Drink my pee from this bottle.”
“Fuck off.”
Sam thrust the bottle at me.
“Drink it and I’ll never bring it up again. I’ll be your obedient and doting sister and never bring up uncomfortable probing questions ever again.”
I grabbed the bottle and took a swig. The sharp, salty warm liquid hit the back of my throat and I nearly gagged and spat it out. Sam reached over and clamped her hand over my mouth.
“Not in my car! Swallow it!” I gulp it down and pulled a face.
“Oh, so my pee is gross is it?”
“What happened to being my sweet, silently doting sister,” I gasped.
“That was before I saw you pull that face. It made me feel dirty.”
I take another swig and do my best to keep a straight face.
“It’s delicious. Yummy. I love drinking your pee.” I deadpanned.
She grabbed the bottle from me, and guzzled down a mouthful.
“What the shit!” I yelled.
She smacked her lips.
“Fuck, I taste amazing.”
“Trying to one up me, huh?” I snatched the bottle back, and chugged down several gulps. I wouldn’t admit it but the taste was growing on me.
“That’s more like it.” Sam smiled. “Okay. I’ll be good now.”
“Thank you.” I passed the bottle back to her and she screwed the cap back on.
“Although… you know what might make it taste even better?” She side eyed me as she plotted away. Dread fell upon me,
“No. Nothing could make that taste better.” I told her.
“Okay fine. Did you ever fuck one of those girls in the ass and pretend it was me?”
“Fucking hell. Okay what will make it taste better?”
“Well, we’ve been driving a while and you must be needing to go too.”
“Oh no. No. I can hold it in until the rest stop.” I protested.
“That third girlfriend, the red head. With the short hair. Like mine. Like the girl in the magazine. What was that about? A jealousy thing? Or a replacement?”
Oh shit, she had worked it out when she saw the mag.
“Gimme that.” I reached for the bottle.
“No, it’s not safe, you’re driving. I’ll help you.”
She slid along the bench seat and ducked down under my arms. Holding the wheel steady with one hand, the two of us worked to unzip and pull my jeans down. Eagerly, she reached into my boxers and pulled my semi-erect cock out.
“Uh oh, someone is getting a pee boner!” She giggled from my lap.
“Shut up, you wanted this. You’ll make it go back up. It’s starting to hurt already.” I grumbled.
“Aw poor Sammy. I’ll kiss it better. Oh just so you know I jerked off to that girl in the magazine that looked like me, all the time.”
Jesus Christ!
“I’d sneak into your room, pull down my pants and fuck myself while looking at her. I’d think about you jerking off thinking about me.”
Before I could respond, I felt her lips around the head of my cock as she gently formed a seal around it and sucked.
“Oh fuck!” I gasped. I went from semi to hard in an instant. Desperation turned to an uncomfortable ache as I was denied release.
“You bitch!”
Sam laughed heartily at her cruel prank and then resumed blowing me. The pain from the pressure building up combined with her soothing warm, wet mouth pleasuring me. My legs were weak, my guts were spinning like a washing machine. Sam greedily sucked and licked away at my bulging member that didn’t know what to do, piss or cum. In the end, Sam won out and the car swerved as I involuntarily spasm as I blew my load deep down her throat. My big sister gulped down every drop, but didn’t release her grip on me.
“Sam! I gotta pee! It’s coming Sam!” I breathlessly exclaimed, knuckles white on the wheel as I gripped it tight. I tried to hold it, but the warm fluid trickled out my still hard prick. The relief of pressure felt almost like a second orgasm. I felt the vibrations of her satisfied humming through my groin. She gulped down a few mouthfuls and then pushed the bottle top over the end of my softening dick, my piss mixing with hers. The bottle filled back up, she placed her mouth back around my cock and slurped up the last few spurts.
“Yummy!” She patted her belly as she sat up.
“You’re pretty fucked up, you know that?” I told her. She nodded.
“I’m just enjoying being able to fully enjoy my little brother, finally.”
She gave the bottle a little shake, popped off the lid and took a sip.
“Drink it.”
She passed the bottle back.
“Won’t this make us sick?!” I protested.
“Don’t be stupid. It’s clean. There’s nothing in it—” She waggled the bottle. “—And if you are sick, we’ll drink that too.”
“Oh gross!” I cried.
“I’m kidding.” She laughed. I took the bottle and put it to my lips. “—Mostly.” She added. I nearly spit a mouthful of piss cocktail across the dashboard. In a flash, she jumped across the seat and clamped her mouth over mine, catching the ejected urine. She kissed me, pushing the salty mixture back into my mouth which I swallowed it with a big gulp.
“Haven’t I been punished enough?” I gasped.
“Punishment? Aren’t you enjoying yourself?” Sam pursed her lips. I sighed.
“Of course I am.” I take a long drink from the bottle, trying to impress her. “See?”
“I can’t believe you drank our piss.” Sam mocked. “You really are a sick little perv.” She shook her head. I motioned towards her, miming tipping the bottle over her head.
“No! Not in the car! I’m sorry, I’ll be good now!” She shrieked, putting her hands up to shield herself.
“Best finish it off, before I do something you regret!” I laughed back. Sam snatched the bottle away and tipping her head back, she downed the remainder, gulping every drop down. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out.
“I win.” She giggles. I pout.
“Shit. That was kinda really hot.” I mutter.
“Oh this weekend is going to be so much fun.” Sam nuzzled up against me and I put my arm around her.
We stopped at the rest area, stocked up on fresh soda and snacks and Sam took over driving. The rest of the journey was uneventful, driving along and chatting about the past, teasing and joking with each other and singing along to the radio. I stared at her the whole time. I could look at her however I wanted now. No guilt, no shame. She was mine.
It was dark when we got to our parent’s house, still living in our childhood home. We were both grateful they never felt the need to move to a smaller house. So many happy memories. Our rooms were even kept the same as we left them, although Sam’s became more of a shrine with press clippings and magazines lining her bedroom room.
“It’s a good thing you’re not an uggo.” I joked. “Imagine having to stare at your face every day if you looked like Aunt Carol.”
“That’s mean!” Sam protested and threw a pillow at me as she unpacked.
I felt an odd uneasiness being back in her room. Nervous, excited. Sick from anticipation. I don’t know what is going to happen. Or did I know? I knew it. I knew were going to fuck tonight. We both knew it.
“You went awfully quiet then.” Sam peered at me. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Just… funny being back here. Together.”
Sam slipped her arms around me and rested her head on my chest.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. We can take it slow. Or stop, if that’s what you want.” Her voice broke a little, afraid of my response.
It was odd to be taller than her now. I spent so long looking up to her. I miss it. She always protected me. Could I do that for her now? Did she need protecting? She was always so tough and a force of nature.
“No, I don’t want to stop. We—just need to be careful.”
“We’ve been careful all our lives. I don’t want to go on living like that.”
“We’ll always need to be careful. It’s not like we’ll be able to go around like we’re boyfriend and girlfriend.”
“We can if we live where no one knows us. Start over.”
“Sam… I can’t ask you to give up everything.” I let my arms slip free of her and rested my hands on her shoulders.
“My career is going to end someday. Just think about it, please Samuel. I don’t want to go back to pretending you’re not my whole world. You were made for me.”
She buried her head back into my chest.
“Kiss me,” She asked. I put my hand under her chin and raised her lips to mine.
Each time we kissed, it felt right. All that angst and pain forgotten with every touch. The thought of being separated from her again made my heart hurt.
We went to sleep in our own bedrooms that night, but after an hour or so I heard my door creak open, and the telltale silhouette of my sister moved across the room. Sam lifted the duvet and climbed under. I felt her bare skin against mine.
“We don’t have to do anything. I just wanted to be close to you.” She whispered to me in the dark.
I nodded silently and held her tight. The thrill of sharing my bed, the terrible prospect of being caught. Sam lay naked in my arms. The years of wanting this and finally the moment was here. Why hold back now? What if this was the only chance?
I pulled my boxers down, positioned myself over the top of her, and instinctively she wrapped her legs around my waist. My cock slipped inside. Our lips pressed against each other’s, tongues entwined, muffling our cries and gasps as I thrust and she reciprocated. Holding onto each other intensely for support, gazing into each other’s eyes. I didn’t want it to end, but we were so primed and desperate, it didn’t take long. Sam bit my shoulder, her nails dug into my back as we climaxed together. So much for being careful and taking it slow. We didn’t even hesitate.
Sam stayed with me for the rest of the night. We explored each other’s naked bodies and made love a second time. I spooned her, fucking her from behind. I kissed the back of her neck as she pushed herself up against me. We fell asleep, still locked together, exhausted and happy. We were so delirious, drunk on each other’s love we didn’t even consider what would happen if one our parents walked in on us.
It didn’t happen. We were adults now, even though being back home made us both feel like teens again. No parents came in to wake us. After we rose, we shared the bathroom as we washed and got ready for Thanksgiving Day. What to our parents looked like a happy brother and sister spending the holidays together again was our second day as a couple. It came so easily to us. We helped Mom prepare the meal, watched TV with Dad. Sam would peck me on the lips any chance she got, taking advantage of our close sibling love to disguise our secret.
“It’s so lovely having just you two here, no partners. Just the two of you like it always used to be.” Mom said during Dinner. Sam held my hand and smiled a devilish grin.
The evening was spent in front of the TV, watching a best of tape our Dad edited together from of all Sam’s games, from school right up to now. Eventually our parents went to bed, leaving us alone. Sam gave me head, then I returned the favour. Her legs wrapped around my neck as my tongue explored her cunt. She rode me on the couch, we didn’t even wait until we were upstairs. We slept in the same bed together that night, excited for the next day. Our parents were to visit relatives for the weekend and we would have the house all to ourselves.
We waved our parents off and then dashed back into the house. I was aching to fuck right away, but Sam had other ideas.
“Down boy,” She said, bopping my nose as I pawed at her, trying to pull her clothes off. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
She took my hand and led me upstairs to her room. I sat on the bed while she rummaged around in her wardrobe.
“Here it is!” She exclaimed, and pulled out her old cheerleading outfit. My face lit up immediately.
“Oh fuck yes!” My feet drummed the floor in excitement.
“Oh no. I’m not wearing it. Well, not this time.” She smirked. “You are.”
“What.”
I sat and stared, dumbfounded.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long. Remember when everyone used to think we were brothers? Before I got tits and an ass? Well, I kinda always wanted a little sister.”
“Oh thanks.” I sulked.
“Oh don’t be like that, you know I love you, brother.” She kissed me, trying to placate me.
“Please? It will be so much fun.”
“No, Sam. Please? Can’t we just do normal stuff?”
“If you do this, we can do butt stuff next.” She negotiated.
“Were we not going to do butt stuff anyway?” I pointed out.
“Of course, but this way I get to do this, and butt stuff.” She gave me the puppy dog eyes.
“Please Sammy? For me?”
“God dammit. Okay.” I relented. I knew I would. When could I ever say no to her?
“Come with me to the bathroom.” Sam instructed. I did as I was told. There, she stripped me off, and took out a razor.
“What’s that for?” I asked, nervously.
“Well, we need to make you look a bit more feminine.”
My hands covered my junk.
“Not that feminine, idiot. I’m not going to cut off my favourite bit.”
“That’s a relief. I think.”
“Let’s just skip the whole wearing you down bit, you’re going to do what I say eventually anyway.”
I shrugged. She was right. Sam lathered me up, and was very thorough. I wasn’t the most hirsute guy, but after she was done, I felt like a plucked chicken. She ran her hands over my smooth body. I shivered at the intensity of her touch on my freshly shaved skin.
“Phase one complete.”
“Phase one?! Phase one? What’s phase two?!” I asked, nervously.
“You’ll see.” She took me back to her room, sat me at her dresser and began applying makeup. I gotta admit, it felt good being pampered and preened. I felt even more closer to Sam than before. As she used various pencils and brushes on me, it felt… intimate.
I watched in the mirror as she transformed me, layering and contouring the makeup until I didn’t recognise myself. Or more rather, I did. I looked like a brunette version of Sam. She even added fake freckles.
“Gorgeous.” Sam said, admiring her handiwork.
“I—I feel… pretty.” I gushed. Sam rummaged around in the closet again and found a red wig that almost matched her own hair.
“Remember this from Halloween? I went as the Fonz and you were Ritchie Cunningham?”
“Eyyyy!” I stuck two thumbs up. Sam shook her head.
“Don’t do that.”
She carefully applied the wig and we looked in the mirror together. It wasn’t an exact match, but we almost looked like twins. Despite my earlier misgivings, after all the attention Sam gave me, I was excited about putting on the cheerleader uniform. Sam helped me get into it.
“It’s almost a perfect fit. Nice to know I had the body of a dude.”
“Hey. I’d still fuck you, even if you were a guy.”
Sam bit her lip.
“I bet you would. God, that would be so hot.”
Fully dressed, I looked in the mirror. I burst out laughing.
“Aw don’t, I think you look gorgeous!” Sam chastised me. “I worked really hard!”
“No! I mean yes, I do look gorgeous!” I reassured her. “I’m just surprised. I look so much like you.”
I couldn’t stop looking in the mirror. I twirled around and flashed a leg. Sam wolf whistled, making me blush. I sucked in my gut, trying to flatten my bare tummy exposed by the cropped top.
“Go sit back on the bed, it’s my turn to dress up.” Sam ordered.
She disappeared inside her closet, and I kept taking a peek at myself in the mirror. After a few minutes, the doors open and Sam stepped out. She was dressed in her old baseball uniform. A telltale bulge in the crotch was the only difference. She walked towards me, putting on a masculine swagger.
“Hey baby.” She tried to deepen her voice. I tried to hold back a giggle.
“Did you see me hit that home run for you?” She stuck her thumb up, pointing over her shoulder.
“You gonna put out for me? Let me get to fourth base tonight?” She failed to hold back a laugh and nearly snorted as she did so.
“I’m not that sort of girl!” I slapped her hand away she reached towards me.
“Oh don’t be like that baby. I always get what I want.”
“Oh… well… Okay then.” I bit my lip and spread my legs, not entirely demurely.
“Oh wow, I didn’t think you be that easy!” Sam laughed.
“I learned from the best.”
“Oh! That’s so rude!” Sam pounced on me, pushing me back down onto the bed. She pushed my arms up over my head, pinning me down. She kissed my bare arms, licked at my smooth pits.
“Oh no! Please! Not like this!” I protested, meekly. Sam dug whatever was hidden in her pants up against my inner thigh. My eyes widened. I wasn’t sure where this was going. Her hands were all over me, stroking my silky smooth legs, clawing at my none existent cleavage. She ravished my neck with exuberant kisses, leaving hickeys on my skin. Tugging at my knickers, she pulled them down around my ankles.
Spreading my legs, she began to blow me, slathering my dick in her saliva. As she worked the shaft with her hands, she moved downwards, her tongue probing my ass. I gasped, and whimpered as she ate me out. A finger slipped in, and then another. By the time she yanked her pants down, exposing a strap on, I was begging for her to penetrate me. I was pulled towards the end of the bed and my ankles lifted up around her shoulders. Sam gently slipped the tip of the phallus into my ass.
She was slow and careful, opening me up incrementally with each thrust. I marvelled at how hard it made me. Her hands stroked my shaved legs, the skin more sensitive to her touch, sending shivers of pleasure through me. Every part of me tingled, I was more aware of every part of my body. Our gazes met, locked together, staring intensely at each other as Sam began to push harder, firmer. I lowered my legs, wrapped them around her waist and pulled her closer, pushing the dildo deeper inside. Sam smiled at the look on my face. My mouth was wide open, a cry of ecstasy building up inside me. I grabbed hold of her jersey and pulled her down on top of me. I flung my arms around her neck and thrust myself further upon her silicone dick.
“Fuck me harder,” I gasped into her ear. She needed no further encouragement. Sam pounded me with an animalistic ferocity, fingers digging into my thighs, or clutching my buttocks, spreading me wider, the skirt bunched up around my waist. I squealed with delight at each plunging thrust impacting upon my prostate. The strength and power packed into her small frame overwhelmed me. I grasped her muscular forearms and felt the tendons flexing. I watched in the mirror as her firm ass bobbed up and down as she pounded me.
The most intense feeling I’ve ever experienced erupted in my loins. With no further stimulation other than the frantic pounding, thick streams of cum blasted free from the tip of my cock. Sam didn’t relent, fucking my ass throughout the orgasm as we were both coated in the creamy rain of spunk. It fell on to my bare belly, glistening in the light, and droplets darkened her jersey. Pulling the dildo free, Sam fell to her knees and cleaned the cum off my cock, slurping up the last few drops, and tonguing my overstimulated ring. I clutched at my ankles as she forced me to keep my legs apart. The waves of pleasure kept hitting me, flowing over my body.
Once I was fully spent, Sam clambered up onto the bed and spooned me, showering me with kisses.
“That was incredible,” I whispered. “I never knew it could feel like that. It felt so right.”
“I’m so happy you enjoyed it.” Sam replied, giving me a squeeze. “You look beautiful.”
“Well, of course, I look like you.” I replied.
“Pft. So corny.” Sam joked and she kissed the back of my neck.
We laid there for a while, silent in our bliss. Eventually we got hungry and went to the kitchen to make a snack, I sat there still dressed as Sam in her cheerleader outfit. She stripped off her baseball uniform and put it in the wash, making me a sandwich in just her knickers.
“What do you want to do today?” She asked.
I grew bashful. I was thinking about her wardrobe upstairs.
“I uh… I want to try on some more of your clothes. And then… we go for a walk?”
Sam’s eyebrows raised.
“Sounds like I’ve awakened something in my little Sammy.”
“Maybe. It’s fun. I feel sexy. Different. It’s not even something I ever thought about doing.”
“We can definitely do that.” Sam smiled, excitedly.
Back in her room we picked out an outfit for me. I chose a pleated skirt and since it was going to be cold out, she helped me put on a pair of her tights. I couldn’t stop stroking my legs, feeling the fabric against the smooth, shaved surface. I pulled on one of her woolly sweaters. Inspired, Sam rifled through the clothes I had brought, and put on a pair of my baggy jeans and a hoodie.
Standing in front of the mirror, posing together, we looked like a reverse of each other, although we both took on an almost androgynous quality. Neither of us boy or girl, we had become a pair of Sams. All morning my voice had involuntarily softened, I was raising the pitch subconsciously. Sam was lowering hers. We nearly sounded identical.
In our new forms, we went out into the crisp November world, taking a leisurely walk hand in hand into town. Some of the trees stubbornly clung onto their golden leaves, the sun was out, barely warming us, and the sky was a brilliant, cloudless blue. Our breath misted in the air. Sam walked with a masculine swagger while I did my best to move more gracefully.
Holding each other’s hand tightly, we plucked up the courage to go into a coffee shop and ordered hot chocolates and muffins. Sitting side by side on a cozy leather couch, my legs crossed with Sam’s hand on my thigh, we drank our beverages and nibbled on the warm, freshly baked muffins. We people watched, mimicking the behaviour of every other couple in the shop, I’d take on mannerisms of the women while Sam absorbed how the men carried themselves. We’d share the occasional smile at our secret. If anyone could tell, they never let on.
Walking back out onto the street, we bumped into an old school friend. Terror gripped me as we saw him walk towards us.
“Hey Samuel!” He waved and we stopped to say hello. Sam responded immediately and shook his hand. He didn’t seem to bat an eyelid.
“Home for the holidays huh? I see you two are as close as ever.”
Sam wrapped an arm around my shoulder and beamed proudly.
“Yeah, it’s actually been a while since I saw my big sis.”
“I bet, you always seem to be crazy busy. The whole town is real proud of you Sam.” He smiled at me, completely oblivious that I was the boy he went to school with. It had been ten years, but was I really that convincing?
“Thanks.” I tried to mimic Samantha’s voice.
“We should go get a drink while you’re in town, before you head back to your big city lives.” He said.
We both nodded in agreement and said that we would give him a call. We parted ways with cheerful goodbyes and carried on walking.
“Holy shit, he totally couldn’t tell!” Sam gushed. She groped my backside as we walked.
“Don’t forget we’re still supposed to be brother and sister!” I slapped her hand away.
“I won’t, sis.” Sam winked. I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t blame her getting carried away. The entire walk I’d been aroused.
“Let’s walk back the long way, through the woods.” I told Sam.
“You read my mind, bro.”
I pushed Sam up against the tree, with her ass pointed towards me. I roughly pulled down the baggy jeans, exposing her boxer clad backside. The cold air bit at her skin, and goosebumps stippled across her pale skin. I yanked the boxers down around her ankles, her legs shivering with nervous excitement. Dropping to my knees, leaves crunching underneath, I spread her butt cheeks and reamed her butt with my tongue. She groaned with pleasure as my tongue poked into her puckered asshole, and rimmed around the edge. She hugged onto the mighty trunk of the tree, bracing herself as I ate her ass, enthusiastically lapping at her hole as she whimpered with joy. My cock pushed against the soft fabric of the panties, straining against the tights.
“Fuck me, Sammy,”She gasped.
Lifting up my skirt, I pulled the panties and tights around my knees, spread her buttocks and pushed my cock into her ass. She bent over further, pushing against the tree and sticking her rear out as I ass fucked her. I felt the muscles contracting and expanding around my throbbing cock, gripping hard. I squeezed her firm cheeks, pulling them open so I could watch the pulsating twitch of her gaping hole as my cock plunged deeper inside with each thrust.
We were not discreet. Taking advantage of the remote woodland, Sam shrieked with delight and cried out as I pounded her. Our ecstatic voices echoed around the forest, if anyone had been passing through, there would have been no doubt in their mind as to what we were doing. Sam’s ass had an almost vice-like grip around my dick, the sound of my hips slapping against her butt cheeks was like a thrash metal drum beat. The brittle bark crumbled under Sam’s fingers as she clung on. I fucked her until her bladder gave in, and released a torrent of piss that sprayed all down her legs, steam rising up around us. Yellow droplets glittering on her skin in the winter sunlight. I pushed her up against the tree, almost crushing her flat underneath me to her delighted squeals, my hips hammering away until with an undignified roar, I creamed her asshole. She posed before me, holding her cheeks apart as my spunk oozed out of her gaping butt and dripped down her legs.
Back at the house, we warmed ourselves up with a long hot bath together. I was sad to wash off the makeup and return back to being Samuel. I held Samantha in my arms as we bathed. We were both sore, exhausted and happy. The rest of the night we spent cuddled up on the couch. A bittersweet melancholy fell upon us. Tomorrow we would be leaving, heading back to our separate lives again.
“Come live with me.” Sam broke the silence. I hesitated.
“I—I can’t, Sam.” I told her. “I have my job, you have your career. We can’t carry on like this, we gotta be more careful.”
“Bullshit. You know we can make it work. We’re not idiots.” I felt her tense up, hurt by my lack of resolve.
“Please, I don’t want to fight. I’m not saying this is over or a one time thing. We just have to spread it out a bit. We can’t keep up this intensity.” I tried to make her see reason.
“I know that. This is just like… the honeymoon period or whatever.” She pushed back. “We’ll just live as brother and sister, no one will know anything different. What we get up to at home is no one else’s business, no one will care.”
“If anyone ever found out, our lives would be ruined.”
“I don’t care. The only way my life would be ruined is if I wasn’t with you. Please, Sammy.”
I felt sick. The terror from before the weekend returned. I felt pressurised, mainly from within because I wanted to agree with her. I wanted to say yes so bad.
“I’ll think about it. I promise.” I tried to reassure her.
“You shouldn’t need to think about it.” Tears were running down her cheek, eyes reddening.
My heart was breaking all over again seeing her in pain.
That night we slept in our own beds. I felt cold and alone. I imagined her waiting for me, wonder why this time I wasn't there, but I couldn’t go to her. The drive back to Sam’s was in mournful silence the whole way. I transferred my luggage into my own car and set off home. I felt dead inside. A sickening lump in my throat. I got about ten miles away and then stopped dead in the road.
What was I doing? Was I really going to go back to the misery of before? Why after experiencing everything I ever wanted, did I want to turn away from it all? Sam always looked out for me, together we were unstoppable. Why couldn’t I be as strong as her? We were the same. We were one.
Tyres squealing, I swung the car around and drove back. I was shaking, terrified I had blown it. My fingers fumbled as I pressed the buzzer for her apartment. It took a couple of attempts, but the door clicked and I burst in through the doors. Sam was already running down the stairs. She leapt into my arms, legs wrapped around my waist as we kissed.
“I knew you’d come back for me. I knew it.”