A sharp ray of sunshine peeking through the small gap in the bedroom window awoke me from my deep sleep. I looked over and at the alarm clock sitting next to my sister's bed. It read 10:00AM. I couldn't believe it, I had slept almost twelve hours. I had never slept so deeply and contently in my life. I looked down at my sisters head which was nestled delicately on my chest. Her warm breath felt comforting on my skin as I began to stroke my fingers through her soft blonde hair. As I watched my sister sleep I felt an overwhelming sensation of love towards her that went beyond that of sibling affection.
Sarah and I had gone to bed soon after the events of the previous night. To be honest it was all a bit of a daze, like it never actually happened. I remained stuck in a dream like state as we both retired to bed and cuddled tightly, barely speaking until we fell asleep. Neither of us felt that conversation could sufficiently accompany the moments we were sharing.
Time passed by unnoticed as I became lost in a feeling of utter content. Sarahs big blue eyes began fluttering as she eventually awoke from her sleep. She looked straight up at me leaving her head placed on my chest. A small smile grew across her face as she looked into my eyes, not yet willing to break the silence of the morning. I returned her smile, recognising that she felt the same content in that moment that I did.
"Good morning," I started.
"Good morning," Sarah responded, now rolling onto her stomach and perching her chin up on her crossed arms which lay over my chest. "Oh my god, I slept so well, I can't remember the last time I was able to sleep like that."
"Me too Sarah, I could get used to sleeping in your bed."
"Don't you worry you will," she replied cheekily.
I continued smiling in amusement before my expression turned more reserved as familiar insecurities crept into my thoughts. "Sarah I need to ask you something and I need you to really think about it and be honest."
"Of course Jack, ask me anything."
"I need to know if this is all real, that you want to be with me and you want to make this work." Sarah subtly rubbed her hands across my chest as I spoke to reassure me that I didn't need to be worried. "As you know, my heart was broken when Maddy broke up with me and I have struggled to deal with the rejection," I continued.
"I know Jack, it's been a really hard time for you."
"It has, and you have been so good to me Sarah... I just don't want to fool myself into thinking we can be together only to have my heart broken again, after all we are brother and sister and how could this ever work?"
"Jack! Listen to me! I want this so badly and I am never going to break your heart. I don't care that you are my brother, we can make this work," Sarah said adamantly. She seemed so unbroken and confident in what she was saying. I wondered how she could be so sure.
"How do you know that?" I replied, longing for more reassurance.
Sarah propelled herself forward to meet me face to face gazing directly into my eyes almost as if she was looking inside me. Leaning forward, her soft wet limps met mine and lingered tenderly at the anticipation of more. I forced myself deeper pushing back against her lips. I realised at that moment it was the first time we had ever kissed. I was filled with an incredible passion and lust for her lips. My heart pounding as Sarah addictively invaded my senses. Our lips withdrew from each others embrace, but our faces remained close and our eyes met again.
"That's how I know," Sarah whispered.
I cant explain it, but somehow I knew she was right. Nothing that felt like that could be easily broken. I had never felt this way about someone before in my life.
"I love you Sarah."
"I Love you to Jack."
It didn't even need to be said. We both knew it. We both could feel it. Our love for each other was undeniable. Somehow saying it out loud to each other made everything real. It meant that we were going to make this work no matter what anyone else thought.
"I would love to stay in bed with you this morning and show you how much I love you but I told dad I would go down to the office and clear all my things out and I'm already running late."
"Oh yeah of course Sarah," I replied, knowing she was already nervous about confronting our father again.
"You can watch me get changed though and maybe you can pick out what panties I wear today?" Sarah said as she raised herself reluctantly from out of the bed.
I lay in bed excitedly, bathed in the morning sun as Sarah walked over to her wardrobe and began sorting through her clothes. She wore nothing but one of my old t-shirts that I had given her the night before to sleep in. The garment hung just below her ass threatening to expose her glorious globes with every step. It looked so much better on her than it ever did me.
"Wear those black panties that are see through at the front... And wear a skirt as well," I blurted out quickly. Sarah looked back over her shoulder with a wry grin knowing full well how excited I was.
"Of course baby, whatever you want," Sarah responded.
Still facing her wardrobe, Sarah raised the t shirt slowly over her head and placed it on the floor, letting her hair fall back down the length of her back. She stood completely naked as she searched through her wardrobe allowing me an unobstructed view of her glorious ass. Up to this point I hadn't yet been able to fully examine this part of her body. Her cheeks protruded prominently from her body forming a sharp crease where they met her thighs. A small freckle stood lonesome on her pale right cheek, the only mark on her perfect skin. I continued to stare as Sarah stepped into her black panties, one leg at a time, and pulled them up until they sat perfectly around her waist.
"You know i'll be back later and you can look all you want," Sarah said jokingly as she realised my gaze was locked onto her ass.
Slightly embarrassed by my perverted behaviour, I hesitantly laughed at my sisters remarks and willed myself out of bed and to the bathroom knowing I needed to take a cold shower before I exploded all over myself. When I got out of the shower, Sarah was already gone. Her sweet perfumed scent lingered throughout the apartment stimulating my senses.
After spending a few hours sorting through patient files and catching up on outstanding bills, I decided to go for a run. I had struggled to maintain my physical regimen ever since my breakup. Since living with Sarah I had achieved a renewed sense of motivation towards fitness, spurring me into regular high intensity cardio and resistance training workouts.
It was a beautiful afternoon and the sun beamed down onto my olive skin as I ran. I came home breathing heavily and dripping with sweat. Sarah was in the kitchen already preparing food for the nights dinner.
"Wow, you look exhausted! How was your run?" Sarah said.
"It was good, I actually feel great! How did you go with dad?"
