This is the continuation of the development of my relationship with my sister started in 'Squeaky', and "Squeaky's E-mails'. Squeaky had responded to my first story posting asking me to write a story for/about her. Squeaky, I discovered, was my sister from hell.
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Wearing only a pair of shorts I lay on my bed watching the stopped clock. It was never going to reach midnight. I had showered after the news on TV, and masturbated. If I hadn't, I knew I would have such a hair trigger that the slightest touch, the least stimulation, would set me off. I, especially tonight, did not want a premature ejaculation if what I hoped to happen came true. I had dawdled in the bathroom until my Dad wanted to know if I was going to spend the night in there.
The second hand on the clock finally ticked to 11:58. The only noise in the house was the bass drumming of my heartbeat. I went down the hall to my sister's door. Squeaky is just on the other side. She said the door would not be locked. Holding my breath, I reached for the knob.
I became aware of a flickering light as the door cracked open and I slipped into the room.
Two candles were burning on either side of the bed giving off a slight fruity aroma. The light was dim and created moving, shifting shadows as the flames danced.
My nude sister was laying on her back, hands clasped on her stomach with her ankles crossed. Her eyes were luminous, glowing almost as bright as the candle flames. The candle light playing on her skin bathed it with a golden glow. If I had not fallen in love with Squeaky and her e-mails, the view before me would have achieved the same result. Never, in a picture or movie, and definitely not in real life, have I gazed on such a sensual erotic scene.
Her arms lifted and her hands beckoned to me. I moved to her, sat on the side of the bed and took her hands in mine. My throat was so tight I could not speak. Her quiet "What do you want me to do?" jolted me out of my stupor.
"Nothing.", I whispered. "Just lay here and let me look at you."
"Like you looked at Crissy and Jennifer?", she queried. Was there a trace of bitterness in her voice?
"What do you mean?"
"When you fucked them!" There was bitterness.
"What? How do you know?"
With a catch in her voice, "I saw your silly stupid expression when you came home. I cried myself to sleep." Oh God, I thought, that answers so many questions. I HAD CREATED the sister from hell!
"I only did it twice with Crissy. All three times we were in a hurry, sneaking around. I'm sorry. I did like it, but, no, I did not look at them. I didn't even think about it. I guess I didn't want to. Not like I want to look at you. If you don't want me to... ok. If you want me to leave, I will. But... please, let me just look... just for a little while."
"Why?"
"Because you're beautiful! I looked at your pictures, how beautiful you were, in your clothes, trying to think how you would look without them. I took the picture, the one in your bikini, and slept with it."
"You did?" I nodded. "But, I meant why NOW. Why not before?"
"I don't know. Well, until I started e-mailing Squeaky, I guess you were just my little sister, yeah, the sister from hell! I just never looked at you. I never thought of you, except as my little sister. I can remember when you were little. You thought I was the greatest big brother in the world. But lately, the last year or two, sometimes I thought you might actually hate me... the things you said... the way you talked. I just wanted to stay away from you, to have as little to do with you as possible."
"I know I have been hateful to you sometimes. I'm sorry. But you really don't know why?" I shook my head no. "I was jealous."
"JEALOUS?"
"Yes. I didn't want you going out with other girls. I didn't want you paying attention to them. I tried to get your attention. I came out of the bathroom carrying my towel so you could see me. I had boobies just like your girlfriends! I tried to let you look down my blouse. I left it unbuttoned once, for you to look, and you told me to button-up! I almost screamed at you. I made my skirt ride up. I tried to flash my panties at you. I even went without panties. But you never looked! You just ignored me!" She was almost in tears.
"Oh, God. I didn't know. When I saw you like that I was embarrassed, for you, thinking you didn't know what you were doing. How could I be so dumb?"
"You're not too dumb, Bro. It took me a while to really figure things out. To decide what I wanted, and why. That's why I wanted AWesTexUn to write about me and my brother. At least then, I could have him do the things I wanted you to do."
"But we're Brother and Sister. We shouldn't be doing this."
"I don't care. I love you. I want you. I don't care who says it's wrong. It's not. Not for me. Not for us. Not if we both want it! Do you?"
"The last week or so, since the e-mails, since I knew you were Squeaky, I have never wanted anything so bad in all of my life. I... Love You"
A slight smile had started as I spoke. It was slow and tremulous, then rapidly spread over her entire face. "I want you to look at me. But I get to also." I nodded in agreement.
I studied her face. I started with her eyes, so bright and shining. The cute little nose. The mouth remaining curved in a smile, and the lips, so sweet looking, so kissable. How could I not have seen this before? This is the sister from hell? No! Squeaky, lovely Squeaky, has replaced her.
I shifted, moving down the bed until our hips touched. I put a hand on the bed on her other side, slightly leaning over her. Her breasts were directly under my face. A faint tan line cupped and held them, like I longed to. I leaned closer, to see better the dark area crowning them. My breath washed over them. The nipples began to swell and little bumps appeared in the surrounding areola. My jaw ached from my desire to taste them.
I moved down lower, sitting beside her knee. She spread her legs until one touched my supporting hand. I raised up and she spread a little wider, opening herself to me. I moved to lay between them. Supporting myself on my elbows, I was over the junction of her legs and body. Another faint tan line circled her hips and dipped between her legs. I wanted to paint the lighter area with my tongue, to see if there was a difference in taste between the colors.