Being tall, blond and beautiful definitely had its advantages apparently; my sister Valentine was always snagging dates and bringing her "boy-toys" back home. It infuriated me, if I can speak plainly, not just because they made a ton of noise, but because that was my baby sister, and I didn't like the idea of some other guy having his way with her. Not that I was her guy at all, but you know what I'm talking about. Being an older brother makes you protective of your younger siblings, and with Val being my only sister, and with no other brothers to watch over her and protect her, I was all she had.
If we're speaking plainly, and I guess I have to if I want to tell this damn story, I was jealous of those other assholes that always got to fool around with her. Not because she's my sister and I thought of her that way, but because she was getting some action and I wasn't. We attended the same college and were in fact just a year apart age-wise, but Val got all the sexiness and I got...well, I guess I got the brains.
At least, that's what my mom always told me. "Josh," she would say, "you're one smart cookie. I can't wait to see what you grow up to be!" My parents were always supportive of whatever I wanted to do with my life, and when I told them I wanted to be a pharmacist they were thrilled. Valentine was great in school too, deciding she wanted to tag-team with me through college and get our degrees at roughly the same time. Well, at the same time, since I ended up taking a year off school when my parents died.
That's what really took me out of the running, I guess, in terms of women. Losing my parents was especially hard on me, and I had just gotten my acceptance letter to Washington State University, which made it all the tougher. But the biggest thing was Valentine. If I went off to school when I planned to, she would have been all alone to finish her last year of school, so I decided to help around the house and take care of my little sister until she graduated from high school.
Valentine had always been...well, she was always a bratty little bitch, since I've decided to speak plainly. She might read this, she might not, but if she is reading this - I love you, sis. Don't be too pissed. Anyway, growing up Val was always busting my balls. It's just what she did, and in return I busted hers too. That all changed after mom and dad went, though. Valentine took it really hard - she may not have liked living at home with mom and dad (and neither did I, for that matter), but she loved her parents. She definitely took it harder than me, and it took her six months to finally move on from that tragedy and actually become productive again.
She became a wild introvert during those six months, though, neglecting all her friends and, indeed, her entire social life, turning instead to her schoolwork. She was never a bookworm; I often had to help her with her homework. I was a master at balancing my friends and my studies and I always found extra time to help Val during those months after the traffic collision that claimed my parents' lives. It was the least I could do; hell, we were both pretty shaken up about it, but I had always been better at hiding my emotions from people than my sister was. She came to rely on my...solidity, I guess you could call it, but I never felt solid until Valentine graduated.
The house was paid for already (it had been my grandfather's), and the only bills we had to pay were electricity, gas, and food. Cars were paid for. Mom and dad didn't believe in credit cards or even credit, you see, so they bought just about everything in cash, which certainly made it easier for Val and I to make it on my meager earnings at a local auto transport brokerage. Everything transferred into my name - the car, the house, it all went to me, with the condition that Valentine stay with me for as long as she needed to. This last thing was a bit of a redundancy, considering that I had already planned on having Val stay with me through high school and then continue our plan to go to school together.
I feel like an asshole for saying this, but the death of my parents actually made it easier for the two of us. Not financially, no, but rather in the sense that Valentine and I sort of...forgot that we were brother and sister. We didn't bicker anymore, we never fought - it was just peaceful. We grew incredibly close during her last year of high school, and when she applied to WSU and didn't get in we both tried to get in at Portland State University, which was actually easier considering we could carpool down the I-5 bridge each morning, and we wouldn't have to sell the house. We were both accepted.
I won't bore you with the last few months before college. They weren't interesting, they weren't fun. Valentine had escaped back into the real world, waking up from her trauma-induced catatonic state that had been her mental home for six months. When college came around we both grabbed the same classes (as we were both going into pharmaceuticals), but I noticed Valentine and I slowly growing apart. Now that she was out of college and, from what I gathered, around people that were the same intellectual age as her, she began to open up. She didn't need me as much. At first I was heartbroken - I was losing my best friend - but I soon realized that this was another one of her coping mechanisms, and that she really hadn't gotten over mom and dad's death as easily as I had thought.
Her habit of bringing over random guys didn't start until the start of our sophomore year, though. We had had the summer together but it just wasn't the same. We didn't joke like we had, and while she laughed more it wasn't because of something stupid or endearing that I did, it was because of what some guy had said to her. I let it go on for a few months, but after about the tenth guy I couldn't handle it anymore. As she came home from class one day (we could no longer have the same classes in our sophomore year, unfortunately) I confronted her about it, but in hindsight I think I could have been a bit more subtle about the topic. But, again in hindsight, if I hadn't been such an ass, what followed probably wouldn't have followed. You be the judge.
"Val," I said, trying my best to be angry, "what the fuck are you doing?"
She still had her backpack and all her books, which she slammed carelessly down on the kitchen table. "What?" she asked, completely nonplussed about my use of language.
"These guys," I pressed. "All these losers that you bring home. I mean, what are you doing now, just whoring yourself out to the whole campus?"
"What the fuck, Josh?" She was pissed, sure, but that didn't stop me from pressing the issue.
"Don't pull that shit on me, Valentine, you know what I'm talking about. Why are you suddenly fucking anything with two heads?"
"Since when is it any of your goddamn business?" she retorted. She had a point, but I didn't want her to know that. How was it my business?
"I'm your brother, that's how it's my business. Why are you doing this?"
"Because maybe I'm horny, Josh, you ever think of that?"
I was taken aback. "What?" was all I could manage to say.
"You heard me. Ever since mom and dad died I haven't had a chance to get laid. I was with you the whole time in high school and it took me a full year to get comfortable with the people on campus. And now, I'm enjoying myself."
"By fucking everyone at school, is that it?"
"What do you care? It's not like you're into me, you're my brother. So just back the fuck off."
The truth was that I had been into her. I would catch a peek here and there when she got out of the shower.
Because we were so close, it was hard not to be at least somewhat attracted to her. I didn't say a word as she looked at me.
"You're not into me, are you Josh?" her tone instantly went from angry to confused to...what was that, pure intrigue? Sexiness? I was sure I was imagining things, but still I held my tongue. To admit it was to tell her I was a sick fuck who wanted to bone his sister, but to deny it would be to tell her as well - I was a shitty liar. My ploy was to just not talk about it and try to change the subject.
"That's not the issue here - " I began, but she cut me off.
"Holy shit, Josh, you're fucking into me aren't you? Aren't you?"
"Well...I...uh...yeah, a little bit. I mean, we've gotten so close over the past two years..." I trailed off. Damnit! How the hell did she do that?
"Wow, just...just wow," she said. "My brother is a sick fuck." (told you she'd think that)
"No, come on, that's not fair. I haven't been out with a chick since Vanessa Dawson in tenth grade - it's been five fucking years since I even had a girlfriend, Val. Excuse me for being a guy and noticing your body."
"Gross, dude, I don't want to hear about your sexual fantasies about me!"
I was feeling incredibly ashamed now. "Val, I'm sor - " she cut me off again.
"You know what, Josh? First you browbeat me about the guys that I sleep with, and now you tell me that you want to sleep with me. What the fuck is with the hypocrisy, Josh? So no one else can have me, but you can, is that it?"
"No, that's not what I was - "
"Don't fucking start with me, Josh. I can't believe you."
This wasn't going where it was supposed to go. I had expected anger and shame from her, but not anger from her and shame from me. "It's not my fault that you parade around here in nothing but your damn underwear!" I retorted, trying to turn the tables and get on the offensive.
"Because I thought I could! I thought I could walk around here like your sister and not have to worry about you trying to jump me! Obviously I was wrong," she said, and for the first time in quite some time I saw tears in her eyes. "I thought you were taking care of me; now I know that you just wanted to fuck me." She hung her head and sobbed.
"Val, I don't want to jump you, I don't want to have sex with you. I am taking care of you, that's all I've ever done since mom and dad died! You can't blame me for noticing how beautiful you are. I'm a guy, that's just the way we think."
She turned toward me again, her eyes alive with fury. "Don't pull that shit on me. You know what you've been thinking about, and it wasn't about my well-being." She turned around and, before I could say another word, she ran out of the house and slammed the door.
I fell asleep in my bed, fully clothed, reading Othello for my Shakespeare class, when Valentine came home. I felt her sit on the bed, but I didn't fully wake up until she shook me.
"Josh?" she said timidly. "Josh, are you awake?"
I woke up and sat a bit straighter, adjusting my glasses. "What's up, Val?" I asked. The argument from that afternoon had yet to come back into my immediate focus.
"Josh, can I talk to you?" she asked, still in that timid voice.
"Sure," I said, "spill it."
"I've been thinking about our argument this afternoon. I wanted to explain my side of things to you."
I hadn't been prepared for this, but I did my best to shake off the cobwebs of sleep and focus on her. "Sure, go ahead."
She sighed. Was this as difficult for her as it was for me? I couldn't imagine it being so, considering that I told her that I had been harboring sexual thoughts about her for the past year or so. I said nothing, though, as she started talking.
"Ever since mom and dad died, I can't help but think that it was somehow my fault. No, don't interrupt me," she said as I tried to say it wasn't. "Don't talk until I tell you to. I need to get this off my chest.
"I've thought it was my fault, and I know it's not rational, but I just can't shake this feeling of guilt. When they first died, I tried everything to escape. I receded from my friends, from the rest of the family...from you," she added. "All I wanted to do was crawl into their grave and die with them.
"But you were so great to me. You were always there when I broke down, helping me through the worst of it. Josh, it was because of you that I got through school in one piece, and it was only because of you that I got into school. I relied on you so much, Josh, you have no idea.
"After I got into school, I figured that it was a fresh start. Not right away, but after about a year I figured that my life was still worth living. The guilt that I had receded and I figured I needed to make up for lost time. But after I started becoming social again, I couldn't connect with anyone. That's why I've been sleeping with a bunch of different guys - I wanted to feel something, you know? Feel worth it, feel like I'm not this fucked up little emo kid who's parents died and she's overcompensating for it.
"But I began to realize that you were the only one that I could connect with." Was she saying that she held feelings for me too? "I didn't think of you that way," she said, "but I knew that what I was doing wasn't working. But then you told me that you...well, you know...and I couldn't handle it. I couldn't handle thinking that you just wanted to have sex with me, that you were just another guy that I took home and fucked. I realize that was stupid now, but still...Josh, I'm your sister, and you know that we can't do that."
"I know we can't," I said, trying to explain my side, "I know that it's wrong and it's deplorable and that it's disgusting, but I can't help but see you and think, 'wow, my sister is really hot.' Sorry," I added sheepishly.
To my amazement she smiled. "I know you can't help it, but I wanted you to know why I was so pissed off at you today. And I wanted to apologize for overreacting to you telling me that you had the hots for me."
Despite my shame I laughed. "Val, I don't have the hots for you, trust me."
That's when she kissed me.
It wasn't a brother-sister "I have to like you" kiss; it wasn't a "so good to see you" kiss; it was a full-on French kiss, complete with tongue action, and my cock immediately jumped to attention.
"I love you, Josh," Valentine said. "I'm sorry I was angry with you."
"That's, uh, that's OK, sis," I mumbled, stumbling over my words as my brain tried to grasp what was happening.
"You have nothing to be sorry about."
"That's good," she said. She then noticed my cock standing at attention in my pants. "Jesus, Josh, how fucking long has it been since you've been with a chick?"
I blushed. "I actually haven't done it yet," I said. "I'm still a virgin."
She looked at me, incredulous, and smiled wickedly. "How the fuck are you still a virgin?"
I stared at her. "What?" I asked, "I haven't had time, between school and watching out for you."
She looked at me. "Sorry I've ruined your social life," she said.
"No, Val, that's not what I was talking about. I just meant that I've had too much on my plate to worry about scoring."
"Oh my God," she laughed, "that term is so ridiculously out of date."
"See? I'm so out of the loop that I can't even get my euphemisms right." I smiled at her, and she smiled back.
"You know, Josh, I could help you get ready," she said. "I know a lot about sex."
"Sorry, but I'm not having sex with my sister." I wanted to smack myself when I said that - of course I wanted to have sex with my sister!
"Bullshit. Take your pants off." I was glad she said that, to be honest, but I couldn't let the "decent brother" act down quite yet.
"Val, no, I can't - "
She gave me a wicked look. "You can and you will. Take them off now."
I did as she said, going one step further and pulling my underwear off as well. She immediately grabbed my cock and started stroking it. "Does that feel good?" she asked as I moaned. "Yeah, you like that?"
I could only mumble "uh-huh" and nod as she continued to stroke me. She seemed to be enjoying it as well; before I could do anything else she put her mouth around my cock and started sucking it. Oh, what a feeling! It's one thing to get your dick sucked, but quite another to have someone experienced doing it, and quite another indeed when it's your own sister! I moaned in ecstasy as she went up and down, utilizing her tongue to caress my head. She started moaning on my cock, her left hand jerking my shaft as her right played with my balls.
Of all the times I fantasized about doing things to my sister I was always the one giving her pleasure. I enjoyed the thought of licking her pussy, of smelling her scent and losing myself in her moans of pleasure, but here she was, doing the exact thing that I wanted so badly to do to her!
She stopped then and pulled offer her tank top and bra, showing me her delectable tits. She had always had a nice, full rack, but I could never really appreciate her breasts the way that I thought I should enjoy them. They swung back and forth as she jiggled them for me. "It's my turn," she said, lying back and taking off her pants.
If I thought her taking off her shirt was awesome, I almost came when she pulled her pants and underwear off. She obviously took pains to keep it neat - she had a nice landing strip of pubic hair and nothing more. It looked like a porn star pussy, if I'm being honest (which I obviously am - I'm telling you all about the time I fucked my sister, aren't I?), and I couldn't wait to dive right in there.
I knew all about pleasing a woman. Despite my inexperience, I knew that I could do a satisfactory job, based on the amount of porn I'd watched in addition to reading various "pleasing a woman" articles in different magazines I subscribed to. As I lowered myself down to her crotch, not bothering to say a word, I took the time to smell her amazingly sweet aroma. I shuddered in delight as I finally touched my tongue to her clit and smiled as she moaned.
"Oh, yeah, Josh," she said, moaning and rubbing my hair. "Oh yeah, lick that pussy."
That was all the encouragement I needed from her. I dove in then, throwing caution to the wind as I frantically licked back and forth, up and down, side to side, any which way that would increase her pleasure. She was moaning frantically now; I decided it was time to insert a finger into her pussy. I kept my nails well-trimmed, and at that moment I was glad I did - there were no complaints from her as I put one, two, then three fingers inside her.
I utilized a come-here movement that I learned in a Penthouse Forum letter; the tips of my three fingers beckoned her toward me, lightly touching her G-spot and sending her wave after wave of pleasure as my tongue assaulted her clit. It was too much for her.
"Oh, shit, Josh, I'm coming, I'm COMING!" she screamed, pulling my hair as I worked her pussy. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she repeated, over and over, moaning and grinding her pussy into my face and against my fingers. I slowed down my come-here motion for a second, then sped it up just as quickly, bringing another huge wave of pleasure that elicited more moans and more hair pulling from my sister.
She finally begged me to stop. "Jesus, Josh, I came four times," she breathed, staring at me. "Where the fuck did you learn to do that?"
I just started at my sister as she came down from her (apparently) fourth climax, and smiled a bit. "You know, here and there," I said, grinning wider. "Did you really come four times?"
"Holy shit, that was incredible," she said, still moaning every few seconds. "Are you sure you're a virgin?"
I laughed and pulled my shirt off. "It's hot in here," I said.
"Well, I just came four times, of course it's hot in here."
"You know, sis, we should break out the video camera," I said, grinning.
"Why? So you can show all your friends you fucked your sister?"
She had me there. "I don't know," I said, backpedaling, "I think it'd be hot to watch you come over and over again. Great masturbatory aid," I added.
"Fuck that! I'm never jerking off again! You're going to do it for me!"
My cock, which was already rock hard, grew harder still. "Really?" I asked, excited at the possibility of this being a recurring thing.
"Hell yeah, bro. But not right now - now I need to get you off," she said, pushing me back on the pillows as she sat up. "Get ready."
She once again put the head of my cock into her mouth and sucked, only this time with much more voracity than previously. Her hand still worked my shaft while her other stroked my balls, but this time she was much more energetic about it - obviously she wanted me to come as hard as she did, which wasn't going to be difficult.
After just a few minutes I felt that familiar tingling sensation that signaled I was about to climax. "Shit, Val, I'm going to come," I said. To my utter surprise she deep-throated my cock, pushing it all the way down her throat until her mouth was on my balls. This one motion sent me completely over the edge and I erupted in her mouth as she was coming back up for air.
The first spurt went entirely inside her mouth, and despite being a little surprised at the velocity, she swallowed the entire thing. The second one hit her on the mouth and chin, making her smile, and the subsequent six or seven all went down her throat. Once I was done, she took a finger and wiped all the cum off her face and swallowed it. She smiled at me then, and winked.
"Come on," she said, "I gotta study."
She hopped off, grabbed her clothes, and went out of the bedroom. So, naturally, I followed her.
Her pussy was still the best thing ever.
"Oh yeah, fuck me, yeah, Josh, fucking slam that pussy!" My sister wasn't the best at talking dirty, but it did the job just fine. My cock was sliding in and out of her, making both of us moan in ecstasy. Her pussy was still the best thing in the world; not just because it was her pussy, but because she was my sister, and I was totally fucking her. I wasn't allowed to come inside her - she didn't have birth control, but she wouldn't let me wear a condom either. So, I would always come on her face and in her mouth, which she seemed to really enjoy.
She was still moaning as I felt my orgasm building up. "Oh, yeah, Val, I'm going to come," I moaned as she rode my cock, eyes closed, her hands running up and down my chest.
"Not yet," she breathed, "I'm so close, Josh, let me come first!"
I couldn't hold on, though. Her pussy was just way too good for me to hold back. We came at the same time, or relatively close to the same time - her moans began just a split second before I grabbed her hips and buried my face in her chest. I moaned out my orgasm into her tits as she screamed hers into the top of my head. She was moving frantically around on my cock, which was incredibly sensitive now that my orgasm was subsiding; I nudged her off and laid back on the bed, utterly exhausted.
"Josh," she said, looking at me, "did inside me?"
I looked at her and blushed. "Yeah, Val, sorry. I couldn't help it."
She laughed. "You fucking pig, now I'm going to have to take the morning after pill so I don't pop out some retarded incest baby."
Wow, I thought, way to be fucking vulgar, Val. I couldn't help but think, though, that I absolutely loved this woman laying beside me. To me, she had become more than my sister; she had turned into the absolute love of my life. We shared everything together, we had all the same interests, we laughed at the same movies and wanted to grow up to be the same thing even. It was as if God put Valentine on this planet to be my ultimate love, and it had happened - I couldn't imagine myself loving anyone else.
"I love, you, Valentine," I whispered as she was cleaning herself up.
"What?" she said, turning toward me.
Should I tell her? I thought. Should I tell her how much she means to me, just what she's done to me over the past six months? I decided to go for broke.
"I...I love you, Val."
Her response was automatic. "I love you too, Josh," she said, smiling.
"No," I said, trying to form the words. "I don't love you like a brother loves his sister. Well, I do, I always will, but I love you more than that. I love you like...like a husband loves his wife. I want to be with you."
She stopped wiping my cum off of her legs (I noticed it still slowly trickling down her leg) and looked at me. "What...what do you mean, Josh?" she asked, her voice wavering. "Are you saying that you want to...you want to marry me?"
"No," I said hastily. This wasn't going how I planned it. "No, not at all, I'm just saying that I want to be with you forever." I wanted to smack myself - that was not what I wanted to say, but she just stared at me some more.
What was this, I thought, the fucking Inquisition? I had to ease the tension. "Val," I said getting up, "what we have, what we've been doing - ever since we started I wanted to have a life with you. A life outside of school, where we can be together. Not have our own kids, no, but maybe we could adopt and live together and be happy. That...that doesn't appeal to you?"
She had tears running down her cheeks. "Josh," she said, her voice rising, "I...I don't know...I can't, Josh, I'm sorry." Her voice was definitely hitching now, and her tears fell faster. "What you and I have, it's not...it's not normal. I wanted to give you something you never had, but I don't love you that way. You're my brother, for
God's sake...no, I can't."
She left without saying another word.
It would be another three months until I saw her again, but my heart had been broken. I know this isn't thelovely "boy gets girl" story, but there's more to it, believe me. I don't know if there will be a happy ending, but I can say this - there will be a part 2 to this, because there's more. In the past three months since she left I've opened a new chapter in my life, and I now know that the chapter with Valentine is far from over.
Someone's knocking on the door, so I'll leave you all for now.
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