All people in this story are over 18 and they are also fictitious.
It was a long drive to the suburbs from where I lived. I live in the country now, it is a town with a population of around 1400. I moved there about 10 years ago, a move of frustration living with my family. There was just too much tension for me thereat home, yet here I am going back for another visit. Really, I am hoping that it will just be me and my sister there at the apartment. She is the one I really get along with.
My sister and I are so close, she would come to visit me in my room all the time when I lived at home with my parents. She is younger than I yet we still were able to get along so well, too well to be brother and sister.
I ask myself sometimes if the reason I left was because of her? Was she the real reason? It is not an easy question for me to answer because I am not just close to my sister, I love her and she loves me. But it is not normal for a sister and a brother to have sex together. It is a 6 letter word, a word that is not supposed to be uttered. It is not even supposed to be thought about. Normal people do not have a problem with staying away from the idea of the action. Yet here I am hoping, just with intense anticipation that when I arrive at my parents home she will be alone.
My sister is 20 years of age and I am 30, she has size D boobs and they sway back and forth and up and down when she walks. Maybe she walks a little heavy just for me when I show up and visit. I really do not know, but I can not keep my eyes off her boobs when they move. I can feel my cock start to grow every time I am there visiting. Then I have to look around to see if anyone except my sister is staring at my cock.
I really do not mind my sister when she looks at my cock. It actually makes me even harder. But when I am around my sister I loose myself in the emotions. The emotions that are prohibited, the emotions of family that is not supposed to feel this way. When we are sitting on the couch together watching a movie I can feel her watching my cock. I will make it pulsate and jump just so she will continue staring at it. When that happens I want to rip her top off and take off her bra, then I want to bury my face in her tits as I start to lick her nipples and bring my lips to her areola. I want to suck them into my lips and circle my tongue around her nipple as I swirl my tongue around her nipples.
I then envision her chest begin to heave as she begins to breath deeply. Her cunt begins to tingle as she starts to fidget with her legs. I will move my hand to her thighs and begin to rub them softly. I will rub her thigh from the knee to her hip as I bring my hand ever so closer to her pussy. My goal will be to bring my fingers to the edge of her Pussy lips and rub her lips slowly. Then her juices begin to flow as she gets wetter, and wetter.
Boom, then it hits me. Wake up you fumbling fool. I am going to get myself in trouble thinking this way.
By this time my cock is rock hard. There is no pulsating my cock because it is so hard. It has become so uncomfortable that I have to adjust myself. At that point I want her so bad, but I talk myself out of it every time.
This time however I brought my sweat pants with me. The ones that I cut the legs off and made them into shorts. I also brought a tank top with me also. My goal is to see if my parents are there when I arrive to visit. If they are not I will ask my sister how long they will be gone and if they are gone for a while I will change into the shorts and tank top.
Really, I have made up my mind that I want to try and see if I can get my sister to make the first move. I am terrified that if I move first in a sexual way to have and hold her that she will never want me around her again.
I pull in the drive and park the car in visitor parking. They live in an apartment complex so all the parking is assigned, visitors can only park in visitor parking. I can see that my parents parking space is empty but I really do not want to park there in case they come home while I am there, that is if they are both gone.
I walk to the door and ring the bell. My sister is expecting me I just hope she did not have to use our parents car to run an errand. For some odd reason my heart begins to rush. My anticipation is excruciating as I stand at the door. Then the door opens, and my Step Mom answers the door.