I have to wonder if this would have turned out differently – but I guess I'll never know. And, frankly, I'm fine with how it did turn out. Oh – let me tell you what I'm talking about. Be warned, though, that this might turn out to be unsettling. But you'll decide for yourself.
My name is Michael Walker. My sister is Carrie Walker. She's about two minutes older than I am. In other words, we're twins – just not the identical kind. You figured that out, right?
We grew up in the suburbs, in New Jersey. Our parents were very open about everything and anything. May have had to do with their backgrounds as hippies (yes, really!), or that they were active swingers after they "got civilized," but regardless of why, no topic was taboo. It was only later in life did Carrie and I begin to realize how rare it was – and when we did, we made sure that we let our parents know how much we appreciated what they gave us. We basically skipped the teen "angry with your parents" nonsense.
Carrie and I spent almost all our time together, from home to school to social life – at least until we started high school. But since she wasn't out to break barriers and join the football team, or the wrestling squad or even the baseball team (all of which I did) we began to see separation in our everyday experiences. Oh, we would fill each other in at the end of the day on how things when, but the experiences were diverging.
About that time, we were victimized by puberty. Without going into details (just to keep this within the Literotica guidelines), the only thing I will say is that we kept each other informed on all those changes. Boobs, boners, pubic hair, periods – all that stuff was public (or at least family) knowledge. Yes, we were one of "those" families that celebrated their daughter's first period. I initially felt ripped off since there wasn't any male equivalent to celebrate – but I got over it.
Our parents did have one strict rule – no sex until age 18 – when we were both seniors. Pre 18, it felt a little strange. After our birthday, however, it got interesting. Fast! We told each other how our dates went – the good, the bad, and the really dirty! The only person who knew she lost her virginity before I did was the guy she picked to do it. And she cheered when I told her all about getting my first blowjob when I took big boobed Stacy Oshevsky to the drive in. We shared all the details of everything, and we never touched each other.
We were brother and sister, so even nudity between us was normal. And not only was she my sister, she was my best friend. All through high school, and through the summer before college we were simply the best possible friends you could be without letting sex get in the way. She let me know which of my classmates were studs and which ones were duds. She told me all about the time she snuck into the locker room after basketball practice and took on the whole damn team. And, in return, I filled her in on all my adventures with the girls we knew. She was the one who set me up to get laid the first time. And then she announced it the next day at dinner! While I was initially embarrassed, given our family I finally had my own "I'm an adult" family celebration!
College was another story – we went to different schools, and for the first time we didn't have each other as constant companions. Looking back, I can see how our relationship with one another gave me a solid foundation for being comfortable on my own.
During the holiday break in our freshmen year, after we both came home from our respective schools, we changed from talking about our sex lives to having one together. We'd come back from a night out at the bars in Greenwood Lake, and neither of us had scored. For me, that was par for the course and no big deal, but Carrie seemed particularly bothered.
"God damn! I can't remember the last time I couldn't get a guy to go home with me! And now I'm horny as hell. And you know how I get when I'm horny..."
"Yeah, you turn into the Queen Bitch. What are we going to do about it? We can't inflict that on our Mom and Dad..."
"Well, Michael, I guess you are just going to have to fuck my brains out."
Silence. The only noise was the car radio and the highway. For some reason I was
stunned silent.
Finally, Carrie spoke up. "Michael, I didn't mean to upset you."
"You didn't upset me. It's just that I never even thought about you in that way before, strange as it seems. I mean, I know you love sex. I know there's almost nothing you haven't done. If anyone else told me some of the things we've shared my dick would be bursting out of my pants. But for some reason, I've never thought of us – as in, sex with us – before. Does that seem strange? Weird?"
"No, it doesn't, really. I understand it. But you know what? Unless I'm somehow repellant to you, then I don't see any real reason why we can't be fuck buddies. And let's be clear – it's simply about the sex. I don't want it to become "a relationship." I don't want it to mean that you feel a certain way, or that I feel a certain way. We've told each other every detail of every fuck for years – well, let's take it one step further. And not have it mean more than that."
"There's this thing called incest, remember? Have you thought about that? What would Mom and Dad say?"
"They were hippies. They fucked everybody. You know they swing, right?"
"Yeah, Dad told me they do. That took some thinking about to deal with."
"I'll bet you got hard thinking about Mom getting gang-banged."
"How did you know?"
"I'm your sister, remember? When Mom told me about their swinging my panties were soaked! And guess what – my love for getting gang-banged must be hereditary!"
"Now I AM hard."
"Look, Michael, we know sex is a good, healthy thing. It's how we were raised. We aren't going to have kids – I'm on the pill – and our folks won't freak if we don't flaunt it. And who else are we going to tell?"
My thinking was interrupted as Carrie reached into my lap and began to massage my now throbbing dick.
"Keep that up and I will agree to anything."
"Hmm, you do like the idea after all!"
"You noticed. By the way, I think you are over-dressed. Unbutton that blouse – it's about time you showed me that pair of tits that delighted all those other guys."
While her one hand kept lightly playing with my dick, her other hand began unbuttoning the blouse until it fell open.
"I should probably lose the bra. Hang on." With that she took her hand away and did that magic thing I'd seen other women do, where they manage to remove their bras without removing their shirts. I will always wonder how they do that!
And then she went further – she removed the blouse completely. My hot sister was sitting topless in my front seat as I was driving, My cock got harder!
"Let's see if anyone notices," she said. She straightened up and stretched, fully exposing her pretty tits. They were larger than I had imagined, and the nipples stood out, hard and dark. I was having a hard time keeping my eyes on the road, and started looking for a likely place to pull over.
I heard the sound of a zipper, and when I next glanced over at Carrie, her skirt was off and all that was left was a tiny pair of panties – and that was coming off as I watched!
I pulled into the shopping mall, and then went around back of the empty department store that had just closed. It was empty and quiet, and the light of the overhead lamps had Carrie lit and dark at the same time.
She pulled herself back on the seat and then leaned against the door and spread her legs, Her hands were busy – one on her left boob and the other between her legs. She was noisily playing with herself.
"Get your clothes off, Michael."
