AUTHOR'S NOTE AND A WARNING TO READERS: This story is about love, about forbidden lust, and about a little sister that cannot let go of her feelings for her older brother. So the logical solution becomes to seduce him! Please read the tags and make sure that you're okay with them before you proceed. However, this story is quite 'vanilla' other than the incest theme.
This is my contribution to the
Literotica 25th Anniversary Challenge
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All of the characters in the story are eighteen or older.
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--- LITTLE SISTER'S PARADISE ---
Was it possible to belong to someone who didn't desire you in return? Yes, Ophelia determined - because her heart belonged to her brother, and if he wanted it or not didn't seem to make a difference. She had fallen in love with a man that society deemed it forbidden to harbour feelings for. A man with similar life experiences as herself, that she had grown up with, and watched blossom into a charming, considerate young man. A man who loved her in return - but not in the same way. Not in the way she longed for. Not in the way she needed.
Over the years, her obsession gradually spiralled downwards into a chilling lust, losing control over the situation. Her own brother. A man that she was forbidden to think of as a sexual being. Her mind, however, seemed incapable of letting it go. Ophelia imagined him touching her with gentle fingers, his eyes glowing as they danced over her curves, meeting her eyes, drinking up her expression of longing. He would whisper words of praise and affection in her ear. She thought of this, often - fantasising about it at night, her fingers buried in the pink folds of her sex. Her back arching with each movement of her hand, whimpers and gasps escaping her mouth, lips parting. She had to have him. No matter what.
Her plan truly saw the light of day and came into fruition on his 25th birthday, though the details had been calculated out well in advance. Ophelia sat at the kitchen table in his colonial-style home, where he lived alone, poking at a piece of cake decorated with tangerines using a silver fork - her eyes fixated on him, a dreamy expression on her face as she watched his movements, imagining him thrusting inside of her. She needed him then, and always. To touch her, to hold her and to take her, to kiss her and lick her all over - for hours upon hours until she was a shivering, sweaty mess underneath his body. His tongue leaving trails of saliva all over her skin. To be claimed by him, finally.
The hour had grown late, and most of the guests had already returned home. "Well, I've got work in the morning, so.." their father spoke with his gruff voice, setting down his non-alcoholic drink. He nodded at his son, a hint of pride in his eyes. "Happy birthday once again, Max." And within the next ten minutes, the guests seemed to trickle out, until Ophelia and her brother were the only two remaining in the large dining room, the lights dim and the mood subdued.
"Shouldn't you be heading home as well?" Max asked politely, still standing by the countertop, a glass of red wine in his hand, swirling it around slowly. A tall man, he cut an impressive figure even in his casual clothes, with broad shoulders and long arms. His sister rolled her eyes - a mischievous glint in her blue orbs.
"I'm not leaving you with this mess. Not on your birthday. Look at the state of the kitchen! You go get ready for bed - I'll clean up in here." She watched as he considered it for a moment, his dark brows furrowed. She knew her brother like the palm of her own hand. He valued hospitality, and took pride in being a good host, so to leave the clean-up for her to take care of must have been an unspoken burden weighing heavily on his mind. Ophelia smiled at him, taking the opportunity to admire him without anyone interrupting her. The moments when they could be alone like that was limited and highly valued - she never took his company for granted, and tried to savour every opportunity. But she was nervous then, thought she didn't want to let it show.
"I can't let you do that, sis.." Max protested, but his sister remained adamant. She wasn't going to head home to her empty bed; not tonight. Not without giving him his true gift first.
"Then let's do it together? It'll be quick. You gather the silverware and I'll do the dishes - we'll have it finished in no time," she explained, earning an exaggerated sigh from her older brother. Ophelia grinned to herself as he agreed with reluctance. Moments later, she was wearing his kitchen apron - trying her best to look cute - as she did the dishes over the sink, pushing her butt outwards and wriggling it sensually every few seconds to see if he would react. If he noticed it at all, he made no comments - but she had expected that outcome. Over the years, she had attempted to subtly seduce him hundreds of times, and it was clear by now that he either didn't notice her more discreet advances, or he choose to pretend he didn't see them. Either way, her plan was far more sophisticated than just a simple sway of the hips.