Thank you so much for the positive feed back. This is my first story submission to Literotica, and my very first incest story. As to the confusion over Colleen moving "home," along with a later reference to her offer to go stay at her mom's place, I apologize. That is cleared up in this chapter.
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Matt stood looking down the hallway a minute longer, cursing himself.
Way to go, Romeo! You might as well have grabbed her tits and squeezed them, while drooling out of one side of your mouth!
He banged his head against the wall behind him.
Stupid fuck! You blew it once, don't blow it again.
He couldn't help it, his eyes had been drawn magnetically to the gentle swell of Colleen's breasts above the v-neck of her dress. He longed to know what they looked like; he longed to feel them once again cradled in his hands. He wanted to hear Colleen moan and beg for more as he sucked and slurped on her sweet nipples.
Matt could still remember the first time he had touched Colleen's breasts. By the time she was twenty, Colleen had been the unofficial beautician for her family and friends for years.
She teased Matt about having an almost unnatural obsession with keeping his hair at one particular length.
If she only knew that my unnatural obsession was with her. I could have given a rat's ass about my hair
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Back then, Matt kept his hair close cropped for one reason only -- because he could talk Colleen into cutting it with scissors, using the shaver only at the very end to make sure it was all even. This meant his haircuts usually took at least half an hour, sometimes longer if he got her talking and distracted. As she clipped and cut, her body would brush against his and he would shift in his chair to make sure that happened often as possible without being obvious. When she did the front, she would stand between his legs as she clipped the hair at his crown.
He knew it was perverted, but he couldn't resist the siren lure of having his sexy sister between his legs whenever possible. His cock would stir and then harden, hidden underneath the cloth drape wrapped around him, as he imagined pulling Colleen to him, one hand on her butt, pulling her right against his groin. He would imagine rubbing his cock up and down against her soft mound, before thrusting himself deep inside of her, or maybe laying her back on the kitchen table and spreading her legs wide, bending down to taste her pussy. He just knew it would be juicy sweet.
His fantasies grew stronger and harder to suppress, and he started taking chances. At first, he would bump her hips with his thighs, keeping it light and playful. Then he started copping a feel of her ass once in awhile, after she was done with his hair and turning away. He would slap her ass and say "thanks sis." The first time he did that, she gave him a funny look and said "Hey! Watch your hands!" The next time, although she still yelped "Hey!" and her face turned pink, she didn't tell him to stop.
And so it continued. Each time he would take a slightly more intimate liberty, invade her body space a little more. He began giving her a thank you hug after each hair cut, pressing up against her from behind, then quickly letting go. As time went on, those thank you hugs lasted longer; sometimes he would nuzzle her neck, or quickly nip her shoulder. After awhile, he added a slow grind against her ass. Sometimes she would push him away, tell him to stop humping her, but more often than not she'd just laugh and say, "All right, you're welcome. Now go on with you."
He took her acceptance of his touches as encouragement. He wasn't brave enough to come right out and ask, but he began to believe she felt the same attraction, the same desires. One summer afternoon, his undeniable obsession with Colleen came to a head. She had just finished cutting his hair and was standing at the kitchen sink rinsing her scissors and combs. Matt walked up behind her to give his usual hug. Colleen knew it was coming; in fact she expected his hug by now and it would have hurt her feelings if he suddenly stopped.
