All Characters are over the age of 18!
I've been married now for going on 15 years. My marriage has been a good one, fulfilling. Mark and I have 2 beautiful children, close in age, less than 13 months between them to be exact. We were always told we worked quick. Funny enough, my brother Will and I had the same age difference.
Will and I had always been close growing up, but the summer before he went away to college everything changed. Don't worry, it changed for the better! This isn't some story of woe or heartbreak, it's a story of how Will and I came to be. How we became more than just a brother and sister, but two people that loved each other, despite the taboo nature of it.
I had just turned 18 during the summer when Will had gotten a job at State Park several hours away. I was bummed that he would be away for most of the summer, but I suppose I had to get used to it, considering he was going off to college in the fall. Will had always been the more outgoing, sporty sibling. He was tall, about 6' with strong shoulders, and an athletic body. I had never really paid much attention to how he looked, not until that fateful day that he returned home from his summer job, however my friends had no problem telling me how hot they thought he was. And of course, Stephanie, the class slut, had no problem letting us all know just how good Will was if you were lucky enough to get him alone in the backseat of a car. His hair was black, like my own. Cut short. His eyes the same shade of green as mine, and he had a great smile that was always easy to bring to his lips. I had been letting my hair grow, and it now fell just about to my waist, and I was proud of that. I liked that I wasn't a blonde haired blue eyed perfect girl next door type.
Now, I say Will was the athletic one, but that didn't mean I was a slouch. While I tended to go more for theatre, and arts, I was still active, on the track team, and was pretty damn good. My body blossomed over my teenage years from a skinny little kid, to a 5'3, 120lbs. I was well proportioned, my tits a solid B cup, perky, and according to the couple of guys that I had let see them that summer, the little freckle just on my cleavage was 'sexy as shit'. I had a nice ass, not too big, but not small, and looked damn good in a pair of leggings, or some short shorts.
I had spent most of that summer with my best friend, Lisa. We spent our days at the beach, or if it was too hot for that, enjoying the air conditioning at one of our houses, or another friends. Almost every night we met up with a group of friends for a party, or just to hang out. Sometimes if we were lucky, there was a bottle of wine or two involved.
Lisa and I had both hooked up that summer, her going all the way, me...well I was a bit shyer than her, and not as quick to pull the trigger. I had done a lot of making out, a lot of touching, a hand job or two, and blow jobs, but I was still a virgin. I didn't really know why, it's not like I had some crazy view that I had to save herself until marriage, I just hadn't felt like it was time. But that was all about to change.
The day Will was supposed to arrive home, I woke up mid morning, to an empty house. I knew my parents were at work, and I knew I had all day to just lay around. Will wasn't due to arrive until later that evening.
I got up, wearing just the old t-shirt I had stolen from Will ages ago and liked to sleep in. It was stretched out of shape now, and hung off one shoulder, falling just mid thigh. At one point it had been a band t-shirt, or from some movie he liked, but it was unrecognizable now. I got myself a bowl of cereal while I checked my phone. There were a few notifications about the party that night on the beach. It was a town tradition. All the kids got together the week before school started, had a big bonfire, and someone's older cousin or sibling always provided them with drinks. The parents knew about it, everyone did, but no one bothered them, or stopped them. As long as it didn't get out of hand.
I remember washing my bowl and putting it on the rack to dry before heading back upstairs to my room. Lisa had texted to let me know Matt would be at the fire that night. I had always had a crush on Matt. He was Will's best friend, so I knew he probably saw me as off limits, or even as a little sister, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted him, and maybe that night I could finally have him.
I got ready and headed to the bathroom that I shared with Will. I remember pulling the door shut, but not locking it. I was home alone after all, and no one else was expected until later that evening.
I turned on the shower and took care of the basic things first. I shaved my legs, and underarms, and trimmed up my little patch of black hair between my thighs. I knew some girls that would shave it all off, but for some reason I liked the little bit left, I don't know why. I still do. After, I washed my body, and my hair, then turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. After drying my body, I wrapped my towel around my hair and started to apply moisturizer. Once that was done, I was looking at myself in the mirror, turning this way and that, checking out my body. I often wondered if I was considered a pretty girl, but also, it didn't really bother me either way. I was happy with how I looked.
I shrugged, and lifted my arms to my towel covered hair, unwrapping it and then using the towel to dry it a little. I think I remember hearing a sound, but I can't be sure. Even all these years later, I don't know what possessed me to turn to the side, but when I did, I came face to face with Will, who was standing in the bathroom doorway, his eyes glued to me.
I let out a soft gasp, but other wise I didn't make a sound, or a movement besides the subtle bounce of my tits as I turned. I know now I probably should have said something, or freaked out that my brother was standing there seeing me naked, but it was the look in his eyes that stopped me. I will never forget the lust that filled his green eyes as they skimmed over my body. The way he looked at me shot an air of confidence through me that I don't think I have felt since that day. I stood there unmoving, my body on display for my brother, and when his eyes met mine again, he didn't say a work, he just stepped back out of the bathroom, and went back towards his room. I finished towel drying my hair, and then brushed it out, knowing that if I left it to air dry, I would have perfect waves for the party that night. When I finished, I walked back to my bedroom, and closed the door.
I remember feeling a throbbing between my thighs as I thought about the look in Will's eyes as he looked at me. 'What the fuck, Allie. You can't be horny for your brother, that's all kinds of wrong.' I thought to myself. I moved about my room, but I couldn't get the feeling to go away, no matter how hard I tried.
Eventually I gave in and lay back on my bed with my thighs spread. My fingers found my slit, and ran up and down, before I started to rub my clit, the image of my brother looking at me like he wanted to devour me fresh in my mind. It didn't take me long to climax, and when I did, as I lay there in the afterglow, I shook my head and scolded myself for it. 'He's your brother, for fuck sakes.' But I couldn't help it. I needed to find release, and so be it.
It was done now. I remember getting dressed in a simple bra and panties, a cream sweater and leggings, and putting on my fuzzy socks. Sure, it was summer, but it was also Texas, so the AC was cranked. I wasn't sure if I could face Will just yet, even though I had missed him like crazy, so I did some reading, and stayed in my bedroom until I heard my parents come home.
Shortly after, the doorbell rand and I knew it would be Lisa. I hurried down the steps, pulling my hair up as I did, and opened the door for her. It wasn't unusual for her to show up, she was more like furniture than a friend that summer, always at the house, and my parents didn't mind.
Dinner was the usual occurrence at our house. Mom and Dad talked a lot, asking Will about his summer, and his plans for college in a couple of weeks. I listened, and said a few things here and there, but mostly let Will and my parents do the talking. This wasn't unusual, but today it felt different. I didn't think I could really contribute to the conversation when all I could think about was the look in Will's eyes as he looked at my naked form in the bathroom earlier. I was looking at him in a new light, in a way no sister should ever look at her brother. And why had I thought of him when I was cumming? Fuck what was wrong with me? I glanced up at him as I sipped my water, and he was looking at me as well. I wonder if he knew what I had done? If he suspected that I had walked back into my bedroom and masturbated thinking of him?
Once dinner was over, and Dad had agreed to let us go to the fire, even allowing us to stay out an hour later as long as Will came, Lisa and I headed upstairs to get ready.
"Are you going to talk to Matt tonight?" Lisa asked, as she stood in front of my mirror applying way too much make-up. I never understood why she used so much. It seemed excessive to me.
"I think I might." I say, shrugging. "As long as I can get him away from Will, anyway." Even saying his name made me feel a stir in my stomach. Obviously, there was something wrong with me. I did a quick swipe of make-up, and then changed into a short black cropped shirt and a short black skirt, and let my hair down, brushing it out. It was perfectly waved, like I liked it.
We finished up getting ready and met Will downstairs to leave. I don't think he noticed that I saw the way his eyes skimmed over me, or that I flushed a little as they did. It made me feel sexy and wanted. But I knew I had to be imagining it. He was my brother; he didn't want me in that way.
