All characters engaging in sexual acts are over 18. This story is based on actual events.
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Sarah's mood improved rapidly as we ate the lamb stew she'd reheated for us. She'd initiated mutual masturbation which led to each using their mouth to give the other pleasure. We'd ended up fucking in the shower, then she had cried. Not because of incest, but because she'd gone completely gutter-mouth during sex and was ashamed. I'd reassured her that it was part of the fun, but now an hour later I thought better of making another sexual overture despite the constant boner under my dressing gown. If the dirty-talk made her ashamed, had she yet processed the fact that she'd sucked and fucked her brother?
We chatted about family, mutual acquaintances, work stuff until it was getting late. The signs were that we were both ready to sleep.
"Oh shit, Dave. Look outside."
"What? What's out there?"
"The clothes line. Those are the only set of sheets I have for the single bed. They've been out there all night in the rain."
That was awkward. Considering my fear Sarah was bottling up her feelings about our sexual acts, I proposed a solution:
"No problem. The couch is huge, blankets and a pillow will do."
"Yeah, sorry. I'll sort it out tomorrow. Dave, um, don't be upset that I'm not offering to share my bed. It's just..."
"Nah, no problem. I'm pretty tired - I'll be asleep in minutes."
"Thanks."
She got the stuff, I made a bed while she did the things girls do before bed. She kissed me on the cheek, we hugged, then separated for the night.
I slept soundly for a while, then woke up. Despite my exhaustion I remained restless into the early hours of Saturday. I stood to go to the bathroom, dressed only in underwear. I passed my sister's bedroom door, slightly open, but did not look inside but on the way back the crack in the door allowed me a glance.
Sarah was asleep, the moonlight playing over her resting form. I looked a while. Her blankets were over her lower half, but the pink nighty was visible above them. She lay on her side, facing me, so I could only see her silhouette. I could not resist. I opened the door wider, crept into the room and stood beside my sleeping sister.
Closer now, I saw the cleavage between her lovely breasts, offered to my gaze by the deep vee in the nighty. But her peaceful, beautiful face transfixed me. I saw only peaceful sleep there, not a girl wrestling with her conscience. With a pang of love and another of conscience, I crept back out of the room and went back to my makeshift bed.
I drifted back into a restless sleep, then woke to the sound of breakfast preparations in the kitchen next to the room I was in.
It was warm in there, Sarah had already turned the heater on, so I pulled my jeans on and went to start the day with her.
"Oh, sorry. Did I wake you? I was trying to be quiet."
"Oh I wasn't really asleep. What you making?"
"What's your favourite?"
"You know it - pancakes."
"Yep, pancakes. Strawberry puree, blueberries, honey and maple syrup to choose from. OK?"
"More than OK! Thanks, Sair."
We chatted small-talk over a fabulous breakfast of pancakes, fresh coffee, fruit yoghurt and muesli. At the end of it I was a spoilt man, leaning back on my chair with legs outstretched. I looked out of the window. The sky was darkening.
"Looks like more rain Sair. I doubt if the festival will be on today."
"Nah, probably not. Hey, do you remember the first time you met Brian Washington, my boyfriend at the time, at the same place?"
"How could I forget? You shut me out for weeks after that! It was a mistake, OK?"
She laughed. "Mmm. The band was playing even in the drizzle, Brian got frisky because I was wet and braless, and he was fondling me next to the banyan tree. Then you, little brother, thought a stranger was groping me and went berserk. What was it you said? 'Back off assface' was it?"
"Best I could think of at the time!"
Sarah came over and sat on my lap. "My brave little brother. Brian gets a split lip and a bent nose, and you stood between me and those two dickhead mates of his thinking they were gonna have a go at me as well. I saw Brian the other day, first time in years. He still has a scar, you know. And by the way, he is an assface. He told those two morons he'd already had sex with me that day and was trying to get rid of me. So thanks, little bro."
She kissed me briefly on the lips, then just like the night before it was as if someone switched us from 'tender' to 'lust'. Our mouths pressed together sweetly. Lips nibbled lips, tongues explored, and hands became restless for contact.
I was bare-chested, Sarah stroked my hairs and nipples. It was clear that last night was not going to be a one-off. I stroked my sister's breasts through the pink nighty. Just like last night she rose briefly, pulled it off over her head, and sat back down on my lap. Not wanting to feel overdressed, I patted her thigh, so she stood again. I undid my jeans and pushed them to my ankles, before puling my sister back down in my lap.
We kissed some more, this time more passionately. Sarah teased me: "Did you eat up all the stew last night like a good little boy?"
"Yes. Yes I did."
"Do you remember what I said if you ate it all?"
"I think so. Remind me?"
"I said if you ate it all up I'd let my little brother put his cock in his sister's cunt again. Remember?"
"Oh yes, I remember now."
"So what are you waiting for?"
