My Sister the Virgin

Author's Note: All parties taking place in any sexual actions in this story are of legal age (18) or above. If you are not of legal age, or do not wish to read erotic material, please use the back button on your browser to leave this page. Similarly, if you are uncomfortable with incestuous relations, this is not the story for you. Everything in this series is completely fictitious.

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Stretching my arms above my head, it took me a moment to remember why there could be a warm body laying next to me in my bed, let alone why it was my sister. Then, memories of the past night came to me like something out of a movie - the DVD, fingering my sister, both of us admitting our love for each other. Yet for some reason, there was a part of me deep down that still felt like this was all wrong. I mean, I knew I loved her, more than I had ever loved anyone in my life. But couldn't that just be because I knew her so well? Wasn't it possible that I was mistaking simple brotherly love for the love of a man and a woman, destined to be together forever?

I rolled out of the bed, making sure not to disturb Catie's sleep as I dressed in a t-shirt, jeans, and running shoes. It had been a long-standing tradition of mine to go running early in the morning, more than anything to help me wake myself up. I never was a big coffee drinker, and while I wasn't necessarily grumpy right off the bat, I was always better after a good run and a nice shower. I was just heading out when I heard my sister grunting her disapproval of seeing me leave.

"I'll only be gone a little while, Catie. I'm just going out for my morning run, I won't be more than half an hour max, promise." I gave her a smile, not letter her say anything against it before I headed out. To be honest, I wasn't in the right mindset to get into a talk with her yet; maybe once I woke up properly, I could set my mind to figuring out how my heart was doing. For now though, I was leaving the talking to my feet.

Sure enough, just as Catie had mentioned the night before, both of the cars were gone from the driveway. I glanced at my watch, and noticed that it was already 7 o'clock - about an hour later than when I usually went for runs, but still pretty early. Feeling the cool morning air on my face, I started remembering how much I used to love our old neighborhood when I was a kid. I went down the street, naming off in my head all the old families that used to live around us. By this point the only ones that hadn't either moved or divorced were the Geoffersons, and I made a mental note to stop by there sometime this summer to see how they were getting along.

I reached the top of the first hill after about 5 minutes, and was surprised to feel a slight pain in my right foot. I stepped up onto the sidewalk, pulling off my shoe to see if I could figure out what was wrong. Apparently, it was time for me to get a new pair of running shoes, as the backs of my current ones were in such disrepair that they were cutting into my Achilles' tendon, practically rubbing it raw. I slipped off my other shoe and my socks, walking back home barefoot, and a little disappointed. I barely used any time running, and spent absolutely none of it thinking about the situation between myself and my sister.

Opening the front door as quiet as I could, I heard someone rummaging around in the kitchen, and sure enough it was Catherine in all her raven-haired beauty. Somehow, in the 15 minutes since I saw her last, she managed to get up, and had started fixing a breakfast for (I presumed) the two of us. She didn't hear me walk in, so I decided I'd sneak up behind her and surprise her. I wrapped my arms around her lithe frame, and once I was sure she wasn't holding anything in her hands, trapped her in a bear hug and started spinning her around the kitchen. I may have been a little skeptical about the previous night, but that didn't mean I couldn't keep us both in a good mood while I thought about it!

"Well, isn't somebody home early? What happened to Mr. 30-minute man, hmm?" Catie spun around in my arms, and didn't give me the chance to respond before laying the most soulful kiss on me that I'd ever experienced. It was even better than the one from the night before -- something I didn't even think possible! -- and ended all-too-quickly in my opinion. Still, just seeing the look on her face afterward was enough to make up for it.

"I'm, uhm..." I saw the corners of her mouth twitch, she was obviously enjoying the effect she was having over me. "I'm gonna need to get some new shoes before I go running again. The heels in these are worn out." I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves, something that was becoming increasingly more difficult the longer I looked at her.

"Goodie, that gives us a reason to go out shopping today! I was just making us up a little breakfast, just some pancakes and eggs, nothing special. Once we're both fed and cleaned up, we can figure out what we'll do with the rest of the day." It never ceased to amaze me how much of a morning person my sister was. Not even 20 minutes since she woke up, and she was making plans for the rest of the day, for the both of us!

"Well, while you finish making breakfast, I'm gonna head up and get a quick shower in." As soon as I said this, Catie's head spun around so fast I thought it was going to snap off her shoulders. I cocked an eyebrow, trying to figure out what could've brought upon that reaction. "You ok Cat?"

"Yeah, I just thought that we'd wait to shower until after breakfast..." She quieted down a bit, turning back to the skillet as she flipped over the pancakes. "You know... together?" She said the last part more hopefully than anything else, and by that point I was feeling about as tall as the pancakes we were getting ready to eat. Here I was, wondering if what we were doing was right or not, and all she cared about was spending as much time with me as she could. Little did I know I was going to make the next mistake right after the last one.

Catie had barely put the pancakes and eggs on the table when I sat down in the chair opposite her, and said those 5 little words that always seemed to lead to something horrible: "Catie, we need to talk."

She immediately slumped down in her chair, and I could see the tears starting to well up in her eyes. Oh no, I thought to myself, what am I doing? Catie's happier than I've ever seen her, and I'm going to sit here and stomp all over that just because of some stupid suspicions? But I knew deep down that it wouldn't be fair to keep this from her... and who knows, maybe once I got it off my chest, I'd feel better about the whole situation.

"Catie... what happened last night was nothing short of magical. I meant it when I told you last night that I've loved you for as long as I can remember, probably even longer. But we're siblings, and what we're doing is wrong!" I found myself involuntarily raising my voice, more out of anger at myself than anything else. "What do you think mom and dad would do if, God forbid, they found out? Not to mention our friends, the rest of our family, anyone! Brothers and sisters don't go around doing these things, not normal ones at least."

"Well who ever said we had to be normal? Look, Ri..." I could tell she was fighting to hold back her tears. "You may not realize it, but I could care less what mom, dad, or anyone says about us being together. Yes, I know it's not 'normal', that it's supposedly immoral and taboo. But I don't care about any of that! All I care about is my heart, and my feelings, and they're all telling me that you and I are meant to be together." She bowed her head down, swallowing back a sob before going on.

"Last night... last night was the culmination of months of planning for me. I've been trying to think of a way to tell you how I've felt about you, how to tell you how much I love you, but I could never find the words. And now, now that I finally know -- or rather, thought I knew! -- that you feel the same way about me, you're going to rip all that away from me because of what mom and dad think about it?!" Now it was her turn to raise her voice. "You know what I think about that?!" She was standing up at this point, and pounded her fist on the table, making me jump a bit. "FUCK mom and dad! I love you Riley, and I know you love me, but if you're going to let what other people think about us get in the way, then maybe... maybe..." She shook her head, walking off out of the kitchen without even finishing her sentence.

I sat there in shock for 5 minutes straight, just staring at the stack of pancakes sitting on the plate in the middle of the table. I knew that everything she said was right. Mom and dad, if they found out, would more than likely be a little skeptical, but I doubted that they'd completely lose it. I mean, they'd asked me before I left for college if I had ever 'done' anthing with Catie, and almost seemed surprised when I said no. And yet here I was, using petty excuses to ruin the best thing to ever happen to me. Sometime during this train of thought, I heard Catie's bedroom door slam shut, and a few seconds later the pounding beats of her stereo drowned out any other possible noises coming from there.

What stunned me the most was what she had said during her speech. Obviously, she wasn't quite as innocent as I thought she was -- she proved that to me last night. But as long as I'd known her, all 18 years of her life, I had never once heard her curse. Not while talking to her friends, not playing video games, not one single time. So for her to literally yell "FUCK mom and dad!" at the top of her lungs... that made me realize how stupid I was being. I stood up, running a hand through my hair, and wiped the solitary tear from my cheek before walking back to her room.

Her stereo had quieted down a bit, still loud enough to mask anything she might've been doing in there, but I was sure she heard me knocking. I waited a minute before the door opened up a crack, and she looked out at me with a perfectly explainable scowl across her face. "What's wrong now? Here to tell me someone else who'd look down on us?"

I shook my head, looking down at my feet for a second before shifting my gaze straight up into her eyes. "Catie, you were completely right, as always... it doesn't matter what mom, or dad, or anyone thinks of us. All that matters is what we think of us, and if we're thinking anything like I am, then I hope you're willing to forgive your stupid brother for the mistake of his life."

I noticed the scowl on her face softening a bit, and she opened the door a little to grant me entry inside of her room. To her credit, this was the first time I could remember anyone outside of her 'clique' being allowed in like that. To put it simply, I was immediately bombarded by pink -- pink walls, light pink carpet, pink bedspread, white dresser and curtains to offset it. You would've thought a jar of Pepto exploded.

I sat down next to her on the bed, my arm immediately wrapping around her shoulders. She looked up into my eyes, and it was obvious to me that she had been in here crying before I got there. "Riley... are you always going to have these doubts about us? You're the only man I've ever loved this way, and I don't want to lose you, not over something like this..." Her hands wrapped around my stomach, and I could feel her silently crying against my side. I cradled her head against my body, closing my eyes as I gently rocked with her.

"You helped me realize that my doubts were completely pointless. Because of what you told me, I don't doubt our relationship one bit. I love you more than life itself Cat, and I don't care if mom and dad make us move out onto the streets, as long as I have you with me I'll be fine." I kissed the top of her head, and I could've sworn I felt her smiling against my ribcage as she hugged me tighter. "I promise, from now on, it's going to be you and me. Just like it should be..." She pulled her head away from my ribs, smiling wider than I could ever remember, and I reached down and wiped a tear from her cheek, smiling back just as wide. It's a moment I'll never forget; the moment I knew who I was going to be spending the rest of my life with.

"You know, we still haven't even had breakfast... and we have that shower to take, too." She looked up at me and gave me a playful wink. As amazed as I was that she could be thinking about that after all of this, I wasn't about to deny her her one big request of the morning. Standing up in front of her, I held my hands out to help her up, and picked her up off of the ground to the point where she was forced to wrap her legs around my stomach for support.

"How about we skip breakfast and head straight for the drink? Those pancakes are probably cold by now..." I smirked and kissed her lips softly, nipping at her bottom lip as she purred in the back of her throat. Her talking was all it took to push any doubts out of my mind. I was finally ready to put everything I had into our relationship; and when she was ready, into my sister.

I backed my way out of her room, my knowledge of the only house I'd ever lived in more than enough to let me back into the batroom without any trouble. I set her down gently, our tongues still dancing in each other's mouths before we finally broke to disrobe. It was about this time that I remembered -- as much of my sister as I had seen the previous night, she still had yet to see me naked! Somehow, even after all of our talking and actions, I was almost feeling embarassed about the upcoming moment. But by the time Catie turned around to face me, all thoughts about that were completely torn from my mind.

There she was, my little sister, my Catie, standing in the buff right in front of me. I still remembered specifically that small black triangle above her pussy, but what had my attention at that moment were the two gifts from the heavens themselves sitting on her chest. My sister's face may have been her best feature when she was clothed, but it was no match for the oh-so-perfect breasts sitting on display in front of me. They were small enough to not sag down her chest too much, but big enough to be more than a handful (or so I guessed!). The brown areola were probably about 2 inches across, but it was the nipples more than anything that had me mezmorized. It was obvious that she was getting aroused from all of this, and her nipples had to be at least three-quarters of an inch long, and they just screamed "Suck me!"

"Hey, Riley... you plan on showering in your clothes or something?" I finally snapped out of my trance, taking nothing more than my sister's laughing to help me realize that I'd still yet to match her move. I pulled my shirt off over my head, and fumbled a bit with the belt before the heavenly voice of my sister interrupted. "Here, let me give you a hand with that..."

Before I could decline her offer, she was on her knees in front of me, pulling my belt out of the loops on my jeans. It took everything I had to keep from pulling my pants off and stuffing my dick into her mouth, but seeing as we had until mom and dad got back to 'play', I decided to just take my time, and let her set the pace... for now. She bent over further, untying my shoelaces before gently pulling the shoes off of my feet, the socks coming with them.

"Now all that's left are these silly pants..." She kneeled back up to start pulling them off, but I put a hand out to stop her.

"I think I can do at least this much, sis." Smiling softly, she stood up in front of me, watching me expectantly as I unsnapped the button, my fingers fumbling at the fly before pulling it down to the bottom of the teeth. I slid my pants down around my ankles, kicking them off so that I was standing there in nothing but my tented boxers -- all the 'action' had really gotten my member worked up. Hooking my thumbs on the sides of my shorts, I saw my sister actually lick her lips as I pulled the waistband over my hips, and out over my erection before letting them hit the floor.

"Oh my God, Riley..." To be honest, this wasn't really the reaction I was expecting. It wasn't nearly the first time a girl had seen my penis, I'd had my share of backseat suck-n-fucks in my day. But at it's longest, it only measured out to 7 inches, and that was being gratuitous. Still, I figured it was probably the only one she'd seen outside of a porno movie, so that might've had something to do with it.

She grinned up at me, licking her lips again, this time making sure I saw before she turned on the water for the shower, letting it get nice and warm. "So, are you and that beast going to join me in here, or am I gonna have to wash myself?" Never one to deny a pretty lady a grantable request, I practically jumped into the shower behind her, facing her back while she got her front nice and wet.

I wish I could say that we enjoyed a nice, leisurely shower while sharing our first true sex session, but it never got quite that far. I soaped up her back for her while she washed her front, my hands dipping down into the crack between her butt cheeks, and on occasion up to caress her soft mound before coming back out. She turned around to let the water wash the soap off of her back, and pressed her lips against me, her brests chrused between our wet chests as her hair clung to both of our heads. "Alright, your turn mister." She gave me a wink as she pushed me in front of her, the warm water washing over me feeling nearly as good as the kiss I just got.

I could feel her hands through the washcloth, massaging my back just as much as she was washing it, and I had to admit it felt really good. It was the first time I had ever showered with anyone else, and Catie knew exactly what to do to really make me enjoy it. Wherever she's learning this stuff, I thought to myself, I need to go and thank the teacher -- or maybe punch his lights out. Still, I knew there was plenty more that I'd get to teach her myself, and after a couple minutes of her backrub, all thoughts were completely gone from my mind as I closed my eyes, letting myself fall under her spell.

Suddenly, I felt a chin resting on my shoulder, and I could feel Catie's breath on my ear as she whispered just loud enough to be heard over the jet of water. "Maybe once we're done in here, I can re-pay you for that gift you gave me last night, hmm?" To say I accepted her offer would've been an understatement. We both hurried in rinsing me off, barely taking the time to dry ourselves before running like the teenagers we were into her room.

She literally pushed me down onto her bed, turning around to close and lock the door behind her before running over and pouncing on me like a starving lion. I wasn't quite sure what kind of "payment" she had in mind, but I wasn't about to complain when my naked sister was laying out on top of my equally nude body! She slowly broke our kiss, her hand trailing from my cheek down my chest, her dark brown eyes locked onto mine as she smirked at me. I don't think I'd ever seen a face that sexy before, nor have I seen one since.

"You made me feel so wonderful last night Riley, better than I've ever done to myself... I think you deserve a little reward for all your efforts, don't you?" With my heart beating in my throat, it took everything I had just to nod in agreement as she kissed my neck lushly, licking a trail along the path her finger just took moments ago. I rested my hands by my sides, raising my head up a bit to see just what my sister had in mind, and looked down just in time to see her laying between my legs, her head resting on my hip, her eyes glued to my semi-erect phallus.

I took a few deep breaths to try and calm my nerves, but if she noticed she sure didn't show it. She was taking her time examining my penis, which to her credit was growing larger just from her stare. Of course, it may have been in anticipation for what I imagined was coming, but by the time it reached it's full girth, she had her hand wrapped around it, her middle finger and thumb bumping against each other as she raised her head straight above it. I bit my bottom lip to try and hide a moan, not wanting her to think that she was going too fast for me. I wanted her to take as much time as she wanted, and besides it was kind of fun to see my little sister so intrigued by something I always thought was so simple.