Maelstrom of Desire

I've always had a thing for my sister, ever since I was old enough to get a boner. She wasn't a supermodel, but at the same time she was far from ugly either, she had that girl next door look and charm that every guy likes. It hadn't always been that way, as youngsters we'd both been chubby, but as we matured we went separate ways. I became a great bear of a man, muscular but overweight, covered in hair, over 6ft and with a love of food and alcohol that would keep me that way forever, your classic gentle giant. My sister on the other hand became slimmer and ever more attractive, developing from a chubby preteen into a sexy full- bodied woman, with the sort of classic hourglass figure modern fashion just does not account for. Full chested, around a 36D, with a size 6 or 8 waist but size 12 or 14 hips. From her early teens she struggled to find clothes that properly fit, but gained many male admirers, including myself... especially myself... I became obsessed by her shape, her personality, her smell.

As we grew older my obsession never waned. My sister moved away, got married, did all the usual stuff, apart from kids, she was pretty clear about the fact she did not want kids, which just meant she maintained her awesome body much longer than most women do, and I wasn't going to complain.

My life on the other hand was in stasis. I tried my best, but every single girl I met I ended up comparing to my beloved sister and she won hands down every time, I couldn't find anybody who compared. A lot of people assumed I was in the closet, and to be honest I let them think that, because it was easier than admitting the truth... I was completely and utterly sexually obsessed with my sister, and just couldn't imagine being with anyone else.

The result of all this sexual ambiguity meant we weren't particularly close as siblings go, as much as I wished differently. I was afraid that if we spent too much time together my desire would overcome my self control, so I often avoided her company for fear of what I might do, despite it hurting me to the core. I figure she just thought we were different and let me be and that was the way it went for years...

So my life had been plodding along in it's usual, uneventful way when she called me out of the blue. Her husband had got a job in Italy and instead of getting a place for him to stay over there during the week as you might expect, she was giving up her job and her entire life to move away, they were completely selling up, buying a boat and sailing it to Italy to live on permanently. I was silently heartbroken, we didn't see each other much, but now I'd never see her at all. The sail to Italy was going to take about three weeks and she was asking if I wanted to help crew their boat for a one week leg of the journey. I immediately said yes, I'd love too. The idea of getting to spend a whole week with my sexy sister after years hardly seeing one another at all filled me with joy, despite the harsh reality it represented in the long term.

I wont recount the dark, salacious thoughts that crossed my mind in the build up to that journey, but whatever those thoughts might have been they were shattered by the reality of sailing a 60ft yacht through the Bay of Biscay with only a three person crew. Christ that's an unforgiving stretch of ocean! We were on 8 hour shifts and hardly saw one another at all other than to occasionally share a meal as one of us took watch and the other crashed, I'd never really sailed before and was having to learn fast. David helped out, showing me the ropes as much as he could. He was a nice guy, but I couldn't bring myself to like him. I could never like any man who had my sister when I couldn't regardless of how well they treated her and how much she loved them. I know it's selfish and churlish, but it's the truth and it would never change.

We were several days into the journey and my confidence in handling the boat was growing. I was on the night watch whilst my sister and her husband slept below. The wind began to get up and I adjusted the sail and course to accordingly, pretty proud of my sailing prowess after only a few days, but little did I know the night hid a thunderhead. It wasn't long before the wind and rain became much worse, I'd never had to manage alone in these conditions before and was struggling. The sails were lashing about in the wind, the compass was spinning. I'd no idea of our heading. The yacht was rolling and pitching all over the place.

All of a sudden a shaft of light broke the darkness ahead of me as the main hatch opened and my sisters pretty face appeared through it. "What's going on?.. David got pitched right out of our bunk, he's out cold!"

"What do you fucking think's going on?" I yelled back "There's a storm I can't control it"

"Ok I'll take the wheel!" she shouted, clambering out onto the deck, "You reef in the main sail. I'll guide you, do exactly as I say, we need to weather this out"

I spent the next twenty minutes or so reefing sails and letting out ropes as instructed and generally hanging on for dear life, following to every order my sister gave. I was impressed with her prowess in handling the yacht and her ability to stay calm as the intense storm tossed the boat around, she'd come so far my little sister and I felt so proud. It was only after things calmed down a little and we had the yacht back under control that I realized my sister was completely naked beneath her lifejacket, she'd literally jumped naked, straight out of bed and into action.

The twitch in my loins was immediate, of course I'd seen her naked before, I'd spent most of my teens spying on her whenever I could. What can I say? I'm a shameless voyeur and my lust for my sister made me that way, but it had been a long time since those days. Nevertheless, the same dark perverted thoughts came flooding back as I took in her glorious form and made my way towards the wheel.

"Jesus Christ you must be frozen" I said as I closed in behind her and wrapped my arms around her midriff.

"Where's David?"

"I told you! The storm tossed him out of his bunk, he's out cold."

Holy fucking shit snacks, was God testing me or what? Here we were in the middle of the ocean. No one around for miles. My sisters husband was unconscious below deck and she was naked in my arms. I needed to be strong. For years I'd promised myself that I wouldn't let my eternal fantasy fuck up her life as well as my own, so I played it cool.

"Do you want my jacket? You must be so cold."

To my surprise she pushed her naked ass up against my already semi hard cock, saying "Mmmm maybe there are other ways to warm me up!!.."

"Er... What?.. er.." was the best reply I could muster. Years of pushing down my dirtiest desires for my sister had conditioned me to behave properly, like a brother "should" but her response sent my mind racing. Frankly I was stunned silent, but horny as fuck at the same time. This couldn't be real could it?

My sister raised her voice above the storm, there was no mistaking her meaning this time. "Don't tell me you don't want this... I've seen the way you've looked at me all these years. I'm offering you your greatest fantasy bro, so don't pussy out on me now. Take your chance"

As she said this my sister grabbed my hands from around her midriff, placed one on her right tit and the other against her clit as she pushed her ass up against my now raging boner.

"Fuck me brother. Make me your cum slut!"

It should have been all the invitation I needed, but years of checking my desire was getting the better of me.

"Are you sure?"

Her shoulders sagged. I was fucking this up, Shit. Keep it together man!

"Jesus bro.. Of course I'm sure!"

As she was saying this she reached round and grabbed my balls hard.

She stared into my eyes... "Incest me brother!"

Holy fuck! The storm was raging, so were my feelings!

As I stood there, frozen in a mix of shock, excitement, and hesitation, my sister's grip on my balls tightened, her eyes turning to mine with the unmistakable glint of desire. She began to massage my manhood through my pants, her fingers expertly manipulating my shaft, me throbbing in response.

How could I resist this? My sister was finally making the move I'd been terrified to make for our whole lives. Her sordid words echoed in my mind, "Incest me, brother!" The raw passion and abandon in her tone was infectious, the meaning unequivocal and I knew right then that this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to fulfil my deepest, longest held desires. This was it, all confusion, all trepidation gone. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close as the boat rolled around us in the storm.

Without hesitation, she leaned forward, her mouth pressing into mine with a hunger that left me breathless. The kiss was intense and primal, tongues wrestling in a frenzy of lust. My hands roamed all over her body, squeezing those luscious hips, fondling her ass, and finally settling between her legs to cup her glorious sex, my sister's sex, the font of all my desires.

Her eyes locked onto mine as we caught our breath, and for a fleeting moment, I saw the same longing, a hint that perhaps she too had been holding back the same feelings for years. She didn't resist or pull away; instead, she wrapped her arms around me, holding on tight as if our lives depended on it. I felt a surge of power and control and I could feel the wetness between her lips as my fingers pushed between them into her forbidden warmth, she moaned deeply in response.

My fingers still lodged deep in her pussy, se momentarily broke free from our intense mouth-to-mouth contact. She whispered "Let's get below deck, into your bunk..." Her hot breath against my ear, saying those words, sent shivers down my spine and I nodded vigorously, eager to push this long desired fantasy as far as I could whilst I had the chance.

We made a move toward the open hatch, stumbling into each other as as the small ketch rolled in the swell, her perfect bare arse rubbing against my crotch as we staggered toward the opening, creating an even more primal swell in my loins. I can't believe this is really happening! The storm was battering us from all angles, but in that moment, nothing else mattered except the explosive desire blossoming between us as we retreated below deck, abandoning our fate to the will of the gods and our own passion.

Once inside, we locked eyes for a brief instant, I wanted to be sure this was what she wanted before I changed our lives forever, but the look in her eyes left me with little doubt and made my cock throb in anticipation. I pushed her towards my narrow aft bunk, and she eagerly complied. Sitting down upon it her hands flew to my belt buckle, releasing it with a soft clink. She undid my zipper and swiftly pulled down my trousers and pants in one go, exposing my throbbing hard on in the dimly lit cabin.

The boat was rolling in the storm and I had to hang on to the edge of the bunk for dear life, but in that moment I wouldn't have been anywhere else for the world. I couldn't believe this was finally happening. I gasped as my sister's fingers wrapped around my length, a surge of electricity coursing through my veins as her grip tightened, her palms moulding to the contours of my shaft like a soft, velvet glove. Her touch was exquisite, I'd be lucky if I last 30 seconds at this rate and I told her so.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she dropped down to her knees, her face mere inches from my cock. Her breath whispered against the sensitive head as she began to lick it, the sensation sending me crashing over the edge into the inevitable orgasmic bliss of this long held fantasy finally taking shape, "Fuck, I'm going to cum sis!" I gasped. This only seemed to spur her on and I revelled in the sight as my beautiful, sexy sister, who I'd lusted after for as long as I could remember, wrapped her lips around my cock as I hit the greatest peak of ecstacy of my life so far and swallowed every drop of incestuous brother cum I had to give, then licked her lips with a satisfied "Mmmm!" staring up at me with a wanton look that told me this was only just beginning of our adventures.

With any other woman I'd be done at this stage, for an hour or so at least, but not this time! Not whilst my wildest fantasies were evolving right in front of me in real time! Fuck, this was amazing! Recovering quickly, I pulled my sexy, voluptuous sister up, and we crashed together on to the bunk, our bodies entwined in a symphony of lust. She wrapped her legs around mine, the sound of the storm, the rolling of the yacht and her unconscious husband lying only metres, all away becoming a distant memory, fading into insignificance in comparison to the primal connection between us.

I hovered above her, our eyes locked in a fiery passion, I couldn't help but relive every moment that had led to this instant. Years of secret desires, unspoken longings, and forbidden fantasies that would finally culminate in this glorious union. With reverence and passion I slowly guided my cock towards the sacred space I'd been yearning to occupy for what felt like an eternity. The holiest of holies, my sweet sister's hallowed cunt. I couldn't help but give words to my deepest feelings in that precious moment - "I love you sis!" - "Shut up and fuck me right now brother!" she responded.

Time seemed to slow as our bodies began a ritualistic dance that I'd forever yearned for. The first tender touch of my shaft against her opening sent delicious chills throughout my whole body. I gasped at the unbridled rush of sensations that flooded me -- the gentle give, the subtle resistance, and the promise of a thousand solitary dreams finally becoming a reality. As I breached the threshold, a collective sigh of release escaped both our lips in perfect harmony. Her velvety softness enveloped me in a tight, warm embrace, as if her pussy was made specifically to cradle my cock. It was as if we had been designed to fit together, two halves of one perfectly crafted whole. I was in fucking heaven.

In that instant I'd filled her void, ecstasy coursed through every fibre of my being. It was an epiphany, a revelation that left me breathless and awestruck. The connection was sublime, each carnal stroke a symphony of pleasure and belonging. Our bodies moved in tandem, our hearts beating as one, as we indulged in the sin we'd been craving for so long. With every inch I slid deeper, I was met with the realisation that this was where I was meant to be -- lost in the abyss of my sister's passion, forever changed by the sweet release it brought. The storm outside receded whilst we rutted like wild animals, the ocean becalmed, leaving only the two of us, bound together by a love that transcended the boundaries of societal norms, sharing an ecstasy neither of us had ever felt before.

Her passionate groans blended with my own, a cacophony of pleasure and abandon. I momentarily returned to reality... Jesus! I hope David really is out cold, otherwise we're fucked... We are fucked... We are fucking!.. Holy fuck!.. Then I quickly fell back into the joyous abyss of my sister's embrace. I felt my cum building once more, threatening to unleash its fury at any moment. My sister's gasps became more urgent, her incredible, tight body undulating in perfect rhythm with mine. In that moment, nothing else mattered -- no shame, no guilt, just the raw pleasure and the thrill of the illicit.

As our bodies arched and convulsed together, the pent-up desire I'd been carrying for so long finally found its release. My thrusts became a frenzied blur as her hips met mine with an urgency that I'd never experienced before with anybody else. The sensation was almost overwhelming, like trying to contain a raging storm within me, but I couldn't! -- every fibre of my being was drawn to hers.

My mouth devoured hers, tongues dancing in incestuous bliss as our breathing quickened in tandem. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in this oceanic maelstrom of passion and desire. I could feel her inner walls clamping down around me, a vice-like grip that threatened to consume me whole and I was a willing victim. My sister's pussy was my forever home. I was more sure of that now than anything in my life. Her velvety cunt was everything I'd ever dreamed and all I'd ever want again, and again, and again. My own release began to build in intensity, a pressure cooker ready to blow its lid. And then, like a dam bursting, it was there -- the most intense, all-encompassing rush of pleasure I'd ever experienced.

Time lost all meaning as we rode this wave together, our bodies locked in an incestuous dance that was both savage and sublime. In this moment, nothing existed beyond the sheer ecstasy coursing through us. We were one entity, a pulsating incestuous mass of sensation and release, free from the constraints of reality or morality. It was just us -- lost, adrift at sea, and completely consumed by the torrent of pleasure washing over us.

As I collapsed back onto the bed, my sister's legs still wrapped around mine, I felt a warm sense of peace wash over me. We lay there together, the only sound being our ragged breathing and the distant rumble of thunder. Years of pent-up desire had been unleashed in a few short, delicious minutes and for once, I'd let go of all inhibitions. Our eyes met, the intensity of our connection still pulsing through our bodies. "This is it, isn't it?" she asked, her tone a mix of wonder and relief. "I'm exactly where I'm meant to be," I replied, my voice low and conviction-filled. "I love you more than anything in this world sis."

The storm outside had vanished now, replaced by an intense, golden light that filled every cell in my body. It was as if we'd conjured our own little world, one where our deepest desires were the only reality. I knew that nothing could ever compare to this -- the sheer intensity of our desire and the unbridled passion we'd unleashed together, I couldn't ever let it go again. But my sister's husband David was still lying unconscious in the adjacent cabin, we'd stepped over his prone body to indulge in this sordid, glorious, taboo coupling. Where do we go from here? One thing I know for certain, now I've had her, I'll never want another woman again. I just hope she feels the same way. Stranger things happen at sea!