My older sister Jenny was on a terrible low after breaking up with her baby's father whom she'd left home and gone to live with three years ago despite the warnings of family and friends. She was twenty-one then. A year later she became mother to a beautiful baby girl, but that's where the fairy tale romance ended and the horror show began.
To cut a long, miserable story short: After she found out she was pregnant and intended to keep her baby against the wishes of the father, the guy changed from prince charming to prince harming. He treated her like dirt and cursed and slapped her around almost on a daily basis. Soon after, he stopped contributing financially to the household and started drinking heavily.
After the birth of the baby he took the slapping around to a higher level, beating her regularly to the point where she constantly carried cuts and bruises on her body; and had even suffered a fractured rib. Maybe out of embarrassment or in the hope that the guy would eventually change for the better because of the baby, and begin to love her again, she stuck with the douchebag, hiding his ill treatment of her from everyone except her best friend. The guy then started openly sleeping around, which included bringing trashy young women into their apartment while she was at work.
The best friend decided that she could no longer keep quiet about what was going on, so she paid a visit to our family and pleaded with us to go rescue Jenny. By this time Jenny had already lost her job and the guy was hardly ever at home. We found her and the baby in an emaciated state, and she was deeply in debt.
She was overjoyed and very grateful that we had come for her and did not hesitate to come back home. Dad and I hunted down the SOB and after smashing his car, to the pleasure of his neighbors who knew how he treated Jenny, gave him a sound beating that caused him to be hospitalized for a couple of weeks. Jenny's friend had taken photographs of all her injuries and kept the medical reports and a couple of recorded phone conversations; this prevented the guy from bringing charges against us after we worked him over. He told the cops that he had been mugged
A mere two weeks after coming back home, due to regular, healthy meals, jenny and the baby began putting on weight and Jenny developed a glow that had been long absent. Before leaving home Jenny was a healthy, active, fun loving young woman; pretty as a picture and with a perpetual sparkle in her light brown eyes. She was five seven with a deceptive, shapely and sexy figure.
By deceptive I mean that if you were to see her sitting inside a car or standing behind a fence where only her upper body was visible, or saw her in very loose clothes, you'd expect her to be a slim or even boney person, but upon seeing her entire body, especially in close fitting apparel you'd be pleasantly knocked over by her lush figure; the slim upper body flared out generously from the tiny waist into wide, shapely, fleshy hips with full, rounded thighs and a firm hefty backside.
Her breasts are what is referred to on porn sites as 'puffy', being small and cone shaped, standing straight out from her chest with an appearance of all areola and just a hint at nipples, always smooth and shiny as if oiled. She had my mom's smooth dark brown skin as opposed to my lighter tan, the color of our dad. Her eyes had that watery sparkle like a swimming pool that made you think of jumping into them for a swim. I love her to death, and longed to see her get back to her sparkling, lovable self.
Jenny was obviously depressed and had become very lethargic in her movements and speech, never wanting to leave the house and very unmindful of her appearance. Her eyes had become dull and her smiles were few and far apart. Mom and dad told her to forget about working for the next year or so until she was back to her old self and settled emotionally. I vowed that I would do all in my power to bring back the sparkle in her.
I started out by doing little chores for her and helping out with baby. I also complimented her on little things and on her looks. Sometimes I would bring home a little gift for her, things I knew she enjoyed eating, or little things she could use, like perfume, books, inexpensive jewelry, cd's and dvd's.
As I went about helping jenny to find her old self I found that I was gradually beginning to see her in a new way. That is, not just as my sister but as a beautiful, sexy woman. I began noticing with some amount of sensual titillation, the bounce of her juicy ass as she moved about, the upward curve and fullness of her lips, her long shapely legs and thighs, her full hips, her dainty fingers and most of all her cute little breasts. When we were teens I used to tease her in a playful way about her tiny breasts.
Years ago, when she was about nineteen and me eighteen she told me that despite all the teasing she thought I really liked her small breasts and was actually fascinated with them. I told her that she was right I really loved tiny breasts and thought they were sexy, especially hers. She had laughed and playfully called me a freak. Back then there was nothing sexual in that exchange on my part, or maybe it was but I choose not to notice or admit to it.
As the weeks went by I found myself increasingly looking at or thinking about my sister with lust. I started covertly staring at her ass or fat crotch when she was in short shorts or spandex tights. My eyes would feast on her pert tits whenever she was braless which was often. If she wore a short, flowing skirt I would wait patiently for her to climb the stairs to the upper flat of the house so I could sneak a glimpse of her crotch and ass.
At nights I would lie in bed and jerk off to mental pictures of her I had stored in my mind; glimpses I'd gotten of her in compromising positions, like an up-skirt or down- blouse or crotch flash when she happened to be sitting carelessly. I loved it when she walked about with only a bath towel wrapped around her. On a few occasions due to careful stalking I'd gotten glimpses of her in panties only by way of a slightly open bedroom door.
It reached the point where just being close to her and looking at her tit imprint or bare thighs or snugly covered ass gave me a raging hard on. And I used any opportunity to touch or hug or kiss her in a seemingly innocent manner, but which for me was loaded with sexual intentions. I soon devised a plan that would allow me to kiss her every day. This I hoped would gradually melt the ice and sway her in the direction of being hot for me the way I was hot for her. I just had to put ideas in her head.
Almost every day I would use something she had done to compliment her about, sometimes accompanied by a little kiss on her cheek and sometimes her neck or shoulder. All seemingly innocent little pecks between brother and sister and after a couple of weeks I began to sense definite, positive results; she appeared to be expecting a kiss after every compliment. Soon, she began responding by holding or touching me while I gave her the little peck.
One day I suggested to her in an innocent manner, that from henceforth there was going to be a kiss of the day with a stated reason. She said that I couldn't possibly find a reason to kiss her every day but it would be fun watching me try to invent reasons.
The first day I came home from work and after she had opened the door to let me in I planted a quick kiss on her cheek.
"This is just to let you know how happy I am that you're back home and how much I enjoy having you around all the time," I said.
The second day after dinner while she was alone in the kitchen I kissed her again.
"This is for the delicious meal I just ate, I enjoy your cooking," I declared.
The third day I said, "This is my way of telling you how lovely you look in this yellow dress."
The fourth day, a little peck on the neck, accompanied the words:
"This is just because you're the most beautiful sister in the world."
And so, in that manner, I continued to soften and open her up.
One day I accosted her in the corridor between bedrooms and pulling her firmly against my body, planted a kiss on her lips.
"Because there will come a day when I'll want to kiss my beautiful sister and she won't be around so I'm doing it now," I said.
"I hope that day will never come because I always want to be around you; you make me happier than anybody else ever did," she said, in voice threatening to break.
She hugged me tight and the touch of firm, puffy, braless breasts on my chest and the soft belly against my cock caused my sex muscle to rise rapidly. I pulled away before it got a chance to register on her mind - I hoped. I didn't want to push her too fast; what I had in mind was incest, and that is not your everyday 'boy meets girl' sex. I had to be careful. As the days flew by we got closer and my desires grew stronger.
One day, for the fun of it, I didn't kiss her.
She cornered me by my bedroom later that evening.
