Note: By popular request, I am continuing this story from Adam's point of view. I want to thank everyone who was nice enough to give me such positive feedback for part one. I hope you like this installment, find it arousing and fun to read. Enjoy!
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I hate to use a cliché, but the next morning when I woke up, I wondered if I had been dreaming. Had I really had such hot, inspired sex with my own sister? How could I do such a thing? In my heart, of course, I knew I had, and was conflicted.
Wait a minute, I thought, Susan was the one who started with me! Far from forcing or encouraging her, I had been virtually attacked by my own horny baby sister, all grown up now and looking fine.
Sure, we'd both been a little drunk and a little stoned. And I hadn't had sex in God knows how long. I wasn't really the expert in Susan's sexual habits, but I guessed from her willingness than none of the young lads at school were ringing her bell.
And in a sense, I was teaching her something of value, I reasoned. Being an accomplished sexual partner would be important when she got to college and wanted to keep a boyfriend satisfied. Sure, I was doing her a favor, and she was repaying me by satisfying needs that were not being met for now. It was mutual.
No, I couldn't completely justify what we were doing, and didn't really try. I guess I was young enough to not think through all the consequences of my actions. And old enough to know that certain experiences come just once and you'd better take advantage of them.
More than that though, I was so damn attracted to Susan. I saw so little of her when I was in college, that it was like leaving my bratty little sister and coming home to this voluptuous woman. And make no mistake about it, she was just gorgeous in my view.
Long, dark hair, swarthy complexion and bright blue eyes that were almost translucent.
Her lips were full and sensuous. The only thing that kept her face from total perfection was the family nose, which was rather long and narrow. Yet on her it looked delicate. She looked very similar to the actress Jessica Biehl, from the TV show "Seventh Heaven," if you've ever seen it.
Her athletic pursuits, which in New Jersey translated to soccer, built and kept her body in mint condition. I guess it was the miles and miles of running per week. Not an ounce of fat on her body, except for her breasts which were quite large for her age and perfectly shaped, with half-dollar sized nipples that stood out proudly. A real women-child.
Her arms, shoulders and midsection were strong and defined. I could actually see the ripples of her stomach muscles under her skin.
I happen to be a leg man, and Sue's legs – wow. Her thighs were long, lean, and muscular, the outsides flaring slightly from her tight buns and tapering in to her calves. They even had that defined teardrop shaped muscle just over the knee. The insides left a nice space between her thighs and her pussy.
Sue's calves were the best part of her legs, though. All that running toned and enlarged them. They were lithe where they met her ankles. But as the muscle crept up to join the knee, they became pronounced and strong. Not unfeminine in any way, no. Simply athletically toned looking with large, shapely muscles – just the way I like them.
Sue was a knockout. And even though I couldn't put the feelings into words, I was in fact actually flattered that she found me so . . . irresistible last night.
But now it was a new day. Would she be embarrassed by what happened? Would she be angry, or in denial? I didn't want her feelings hurt or our relationship jeopardized, of course. If it came to that point, I would rather we just got over it and let it live in the past. I would do whatever it took. Apologize, take the blame – whatever. That's what older siblings should do.
What I
hoped
though, was that we could pick up where we had left off. That the fire was still smoldering inside of her, and was ready to burn if we turned up the heat. My answer would have to wait though.
When I got downstairs to the kitchen 10:30 Saturday morning, Sue was not around and there was a note left for me.
Adam, Had to go to weekend soccer practice – bummer. Can we talk when I get home? I'll be back at 2:00 or so – Susan
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OK, I thought, that leaves me with no clue to how she's feeling. I'm going to have to tough it out until she gets home. I ran through some scenarios in my mind. If she was angry, confused, frightened. I had some idea of what to say. I never should have let her get drunk and high. I would take the secret to my grave. That kind of thing.
I had some coffee, then went for a leisurely three mile run, which took me about 35 minutes. Then I took a shower, shaved and dressed in shorts and a tank top. I made myself some eggs and toast, which I nervously ate while reading the paper and keeping my eye on the clock.
By the time 2:00 came, I was a bundle of nervous energy, looking out the window for Sue to come home. When a silver SUV dropped her off, I moved back from the curtains and watched her wave to her friend while she came up the walkway in her dirty soccer clothes. I scooted to the chair and picked up the paper, pretending to read it nonchalantly when she walked though the door.
"Hi Sue," I casually called out, "how was the practice?"
Taking off her muddy cleats at the doorway, Sue walked into the den to greet me. Now she looked more like the kid I once knew, dirty and disheveled her hair all over the place. That body, though, was no kid's.
"Too long and too hot," she replied. "I think they want to run us to death. We're not race horses!"
I managed a laugh, trying very hard to conceal my anxiety, my heart beating wildly.
"Adam . . ." she began softly, "about last night . . . "
I kept my mouth shut.
"I don't know about you, how you feel about it, but I want to tell you . . ."
"Yes?" I asked weakly.
"That it was fantastic for me," she blurted out, her smile beaming, "I'm . . . I'm not sorry we did it in the least – are you?"
I couldn't believe it! This was the best of all possible scenarios. All the apologies vacated my brain. All the excuses, the justifications, they immediately eroded like a small piece of paper set aflame and quickly burning to nothing.
"No, Sue, I'm not sorry either. I'm glad." I tried to contain my enthusiasm. "I can't explain it, but you are something so special to me. And not just because you're my sister. But because you've become an incredibly gorgeous and desirable young woman. I just can't believe it's me you desire." There, I said it.
"Brother," she said, looking through my eyes and into my head, "I couldn't have said it any better. Mom and Dad won't be back until tomorrow night and I just have one question for you."
