My Sister Kelly

My Sister Kelly

 

 

by MDSW©

 

Writer’s Notes:

Everyone in this story is 18 years old or older. Enjoy. If you’re willing, please comment your likes and dislikes about the story. And vote!!!

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My Mom and Dad were on their way to pick me up from school on Friday afternoon, expecting to go on a camping trip that dreadful day, but an accident killed them instantly and changed my life forever. I was 6 years old when it happened, an only child, and I was looking forward to the camping trip. It’s one of many things I loved to do with my Mom and Dad.

I sat on a bench in front of the school for a long time that day, waiting for them to pick me up, when the school principal and school nurse sat down on either side of me. Slowly, they made me realize my parents will not be picking me up. Even at six years old, I was devastated. I remember with clarity when I was told what happened to them, and I lost my will to live on the spot.

As I sat on the bench, I cried my eyes out and couldn’t stop. Even though the nurse was holding me tight, I felt nothing. The numbness in my body caused life to stop before my eyes and I didn’t know if I was alive or dead, nor did I care. My life was over. My parents were the life in my blood and I loved them dearly. I couldn’t imagine life without my Mom and Dad.

After a long wait at the school, the state came and took me away. I cried for days at the loss of my parents, but it didn’t help. A week later, I attended the funeral and sat with no awareness as to what was happening. I was a space cadet, not caring anything about anything.

The family court where we lived put me up for adoption as I became a ward of the state. I had no idea what was happening to me. I just went along with everything, feeling lifeless at the loss of the two people that made my world come alive. I had the best parents in the world and loved them dearly.

For two years I felt lethargic. I had no sense I belonged to life, and did not care. The state moved me from foster parent, to foster parent in it’s attempt to find me a new home. After more moves than I care to count, the state finally found a family I might like. In my state of unconcern, I didn’t really give a damn, but I’m glad somebody did.

I was introduced to a family that had a child a year younger than myself and as I got used to being in their house, Kelly and her parents made me feel different, better actually. After only a week there, I could feel life and love return to my blood. I didn’t want that to stop so I faced my future and left my stupor to fend for itself.

Finally, at the ripe and sassy age of eight, I had a more positive outlook about my future. I felt like I lost two years of my life, but my new foster parents made me feel like I belonged with them and gave me hugs, something I hadn’t felt in a couple years. Kelly also did the same and I began to enjoy life again. Even at a young age, I remember Kelly having beautiful eyes and a great smile.

About eight months later, the state and my foster family sat me down in the livingroom to sort out my future. I wanted to stay with them and I told them so in the most modest way I could, being as evasive as possible. All of us agreed, but I never told them the real reason I wanted to stay, and they let it slide.

To claim my place in my new family, I padded to my Dad, leaned over to him and gave him a hug and he met me half way. Then I did the same for Mom, who’s sitting next to Dad, but when I got to Kelly, she stood up and embraced me tight so I did the same to her.

“Welcome home, Dave,” she said.

That hit home and I got teary eyed as a result. Then she released me and I moved on to the state rep, ever so happy Kelly gave me the hug. Six weeks later, the adoption became legal, but I kept my name because I felt I owed that to my birth parents, whom I still miss and love dearly.

Over the years, I weaseled my way into my new family, but still had the sorrow of my birth parents in the back of my mind. As a family, we got along well and when Kelly and I became teenagers, she started pranking me and I fell for it too many times to count. Every time she did it to me, she would give me a hug, realizing I felt uncomfortable in the situation. It feels like I got more hugs from my sister than I did from my birth parents, but I know that’s not true. It seems to be part of my sister’s daily routine. I really felt at home and my decision to stick it out was well deserved and worth it. I was happy for a change, but I never forgot how I got to this moment.

By the time we made it to senior high, I was Kelly’s self-appointed protector, my job as her brother. I kept working out, getting stronger and stronger as I got older. I got in more scuffles over her than I care to count because she’s a natural beauty, which caught the eye of many boys. Kelly was proud of me, which made me happy. I could hold my own with the guys and after a while, they quit messing with us. She went out on several dates and so did I, and we always remained close as brother and sister.

For many years, Kelly and I got along well. We often double dated and infrequently hung out together, but when we didn’t have a date lined up, we went to the movies together, out in public. Our friends knew we were brother and sister, even if we didn’t have the same last name. Nobody cared. We always had friends and always had a good time, and it never mattered to her or anybody else that I’m not her blood brother, always treating me like I am her brother. I can’t describe how close to home I felt, and Kelly was a big part of that.

The day I graduated from high school was a party day. I had so much fun with friends and family. Mom, Dad and Kelly made sure the day was nothing but fun for me, and they succeeded.

When the fun day ended, I walked with them to the garage while Dad tells me they want to take me for ice cream. As the door lifts, my graduation present sent me to tears, and I dropped to my knees. There it was, the brand new used car Dad knew I wanted, with a huge ribbon wrapped around it.

I must admit, I had no clue it was coming, being a total surprise. Mom, Dad and Kelly dropped to their knees, we group hug and for a longest time, I had trouble keeping myself together. After a while, we piled into the car with me behind the wheel and went for ice cream. What a happy day it was for my family, especially for me, but I can’t believe they did that for me.

That night, as I lay in bed alone, my brain wanders to my birth parents, thinking they should have been here celebrating my high school graduation with me. As their memory comes to the forefront of my mind, I start to weep. Walking by my room, Kelly hears me.

She knocks and asks, “Can I come in?”

I try to cover up my tears, but she knows they’re there.

“Not really,” I reply, but she comes in anyway.

I knew she would. She pads to my bed and sits down, rubbing my back as I get my emotions under control.

“You thinking about your birth parents?” she asks.

I only nod.

“You’ll be okay, Dave. I know you pretty well and you’ll have a good life ahead of you.”

“Thanks, Sis. I appreciate that,” I tell her with sorrow in my voice.

Then she surprises me by saying, “Now suck it up, Bro. Tomorrow is another day!” she says, smiles at me, pads to the door and closes it behind her.

After she left me alone in my sorrow, I smile inside and wonder what I mean to my sister.

We spend another nice summer together as a family and had so much fun, having a great time with family, especially with Kelly. We did so many things together. I’ve looked at her parents as my parents for many years now, and sometimes I cry at night thinking about having loving parents to replace the ones I lost.

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It was tough for me to pack my bags and go off to college in the fall, but leaving my sister behind was tough on both of us. We missed each other so much, but we reunited on college breaks and have a great time together. I survive my first year in college and did well, but I missed my sister’s pranks, wit and most of all, her presence.

My sister is so pretty and slender it makes it that much harder on me. Many times we had some intimate conversations about the boys and girls we dated. I was so happy we could talk to each other on that level, but the next thing I know, both of us are off to college, and not the same one, as much as I didn’t want it to be that way.

Mom and Dad bought her the car she wanted and they make a slightly different plan to present her graduation present. I drove it into the driveway as she watched and she cried just like I did the year before. Surviving that event, Kelly drove us to get some ice cream. Over the years, she’s been the best sister for me, treating me like her blood brother. Of course, she’s also my only sister.

Kelly goes in the opposite direction I do to college, but things changed between us toward the end of the second semester. I didn’t hear from her and she never answered my phone calls or text messages. I got worried and got Mom and Dad involved. They ended up dragging her out of college the day her finals began. She wouldn’t have passed them anyway, in her condition.

I didn’t ask about Kelly until I finish my finals, and three days later, I’m done. On my way out of the last final, I call home to find out the damage and based on what they told me, I raced home to get the full story, and it wasn’t pretty.

Kelly got involved in the drug crowd and she went downhill from there, and did so quickly. It got to the point where there wasn’t a drug she didn’t want to try.

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Kelly is sleeping when I arrive at home. Mom and Dad are filling me in when she wakes up and discovers I’m home.

“Dave!!!”

She runs straight to me as tears come to her eyes. Crashing into me, she gives me the biggest hug of my life. She cries her eyes out and just holds me tight for so long. I wrap my arms around her, letting her know she’s still my sister and our parents make a mental note that the brother/sister relationship is still strong.

She’s fairly sober, at the moment, so we have a conversation in front of Mom and Dad. She tells us the story of her slump into the drug scene and it gets to the point where I don’t want to hear it anymore. I don’t want to hear about the number of sex parties she attended. Neither did our parents, but the drugs she got weren’t free, but her pussy was.

After hearing her story, I don’t want my sister continuing down this road. I definitely want her back and I’m willing to pay a price to make it happen. The fear of losing my sister brought back memories of the day I was told about my birth parents. As a result, I became more determined to make sure my sister survives this. I refuse to face another death in my family, if I can stop it.

When she finishes explaining what happened to her, I excuse myself. Kelly suddenly becomes scared I’m walking out on her so I hold her tight and explain.

“I already lost two people I love and I’m not going to let it happen again, so not to worry. I’ll be back soon,” I tell her and her frown turns to a smile and relaxes, a bit.

I go to visit a high school buddy that got involved in the drug scene in high school and is now sober, knock on wood. He gives me some much needed advice on how to handle the situation with my sister, and when I return home, Kelly gives me another warm welcome and we have another talk with the family about a plan I created as a result.

Knowing my parents have to work and knowing they love her too, the plan I create to help my sister has me being her primary care giver. I tell them I want to make us a camp site in the woods and keep her there, likely against her will. I need to get a chain, locks and other restraining items, food, water and camping gear, most of which we which we already have in the garage, and anything else I need to keep us alive. Mom and Dad’s job is to visit on weekends and replenish the food, water and anything else we, or I need, especially toilet paper and firewood.

My parents approve the plan quickly, but Kelly is apprehensive after hearing about the chains, locks and being restrained. We spend a long time convincing her it’s in her best interest. Kelly looks me in the eyes as she puts her life in my hands and I know it. She’s dependent on my advice and I let her know I will protect her, and she knows I will. She finally agrees and the family’s plan is complete.

I tell them each of us will pay a price to get her back to the living, based on the information I got from my advisor friend. Kelly goes with me voluntarily because she likes to go camping, but also because she wants to get back to normal, and at the moment, she knows it. She has no idea about how much pain she will endure throughout this process, but I’m afraid to tell her the whole story, and off we go.

Mom and Dad follow us so they can come back later. Kelly rides with me and sits next to me, holding my arm with her head on my shoulder. She’s scared. I can tell. I can feel her shiver every once in a while.

After finding a good place to set up camp, Dad helps me with the tents, designating places for her to do different things, like shit, piss and bathe before I have to chain her to a tree. We maintain our own tents, setting up mine out of reach of her chain.

When we have it all set up, Mom and Dad thank me, wish Kelly a swift recovery, give her the hug of all hugs, then they leave for home with tears in their eyes. Tomorrow is a work day for them so they can’t stay overnight. They’re concerned whether or not their daughter will survive this. I’m wondering if I will survive this, knowing what I’m getting myself into.

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Kelly and I settle into the new surroundings and before I know it, she starts her trend downward. I can’t explain how painful it is for me to watch my sister go through her withdrawals. It gets to the point several times when I nearly give in to her cries and pleas for help because she’s hurting so bad.

The words she uses tug more at my heartstrings than anything else, but some are designed to make me feel worse than I already do. I nearly throw in the towel and take her home several times, but as I face reality, it would have done her no good and I would have failed my sister. That’s not an option. Even though she says so many mean things to me that makes me feel bad, I have to ignore her comments to survive, as tough as it is.

On the second day, having a temper tantrum, she strips her clothes off, just to shock me, and throws them at me. After that incident, I know it’s time to chain her to a tree so she can’t run away. She fights with me furiously, but I over power her and finally, the chain is attached around her waist. She swears and screams at me like I’m the most hated person on earth. Trying hard to get the chain off, she gives up with tears streaming down her cheeks, drops to the ground in total defeat, and asks me why I hate her so much. That hit home and I nearly throw in the towel again, but I didn’t. She has enough chain to allow her to the areas she needs to go to, except bathing.

The next phase of her survival has her screaming and crying I’m killing her. The pain she feels is unbearable as she curls into a ball to get through it, and she lets me know it in no uncertain terms. It’s so hard for me to do this, but I have no choice. By the end of the third day, I didn’t know, between the two of us, which one of us hurts the worst.

Sometimes, she’s close to human so she cuddles to me near the fire, but I didn’t know if I should hold her and let her know I’m here for her, but I did it anyway. I want her to know a person that loves her is here with her, but I didn’t know if she would interpret it that way.

Then came the times when she just lays on her side on the ground for hours with her eyes closed, oblivious to life. Once in a while she would barf and spit it out. Other times she wouldn’t even move a muscle. As she lays there with her eyes closed, I hurt for her, sometimes very badly. I really hate doing this, but my sister is important to me, so I suck it up and continue on.

When Mom and Dad spend the first weekend with us, Mom wants me to put clothes on her. I politely tell her she won’t wear them and it’s okay with me if she tries and I let her do it. Mom finds out the hard way her daughter wants nothing to do with clothes and she backs off when Kelly spits on her. I tell Mom my advisor told me she will do anything and everything to shock you, but not to give in to her antics under any circumstances unless it’s a bonafide emergency. She will suffer worst than you feel before this is over.

I ask Kelly if she wants to take a bath and she tells me to fuck off. I have Dad here to help control her, but it’s not working according to plan. So much for my plan.

Kelly keeps the three of us awake the first weekend as she goes through her withdrawals and it’s not a pleasant time for any of us. Dad says he’ll get some firewood out of the truck before he departs, enough for a week, but if it looks like we will run out before they return, he’ll make a special trip for us, since we’re only about two hours away from home.

My hurting sister barfs all over the camp and it was hard to continuously smell it and not run away from her, or barf myself. Mom and Dad have to leave for home Saturday night because they’re not getting any sleep, and they have to go back work.

Both Mom and Dad give me an emotional hug and thank me for fighting for my sister. I tell them I want her back, just like they do. Throughout our time here, they keep in touch with me by cell phone multiple times every day and I’m so grateful to have someone to talk to that doesn’t want me dead.

My advisor friend actually visits for a couple hours during the second week and encourages me, applauds my strength, then left me with my sister, who’s giving me the most evil stare she can muster. I swear, if looks could kill, I’d be a dead man right now.

Kelly craps in the camp anywhere she wants on her shock and aweless campaign, despite having a designated place. I never try to stop her for fear of starting another fight between us. The place stinks so bad, but I have no choice, so I persevere. I learn a few words I’ve never heard before, telling me how much she loves to hate me, how bad she wants me dead or other equally disturbing compliments. They hurt me deeply, but I know they aren’t coming from my sister.

She eats three times a day, sometimes, but half of her normal intake, some days not eating at all. She continues to piss everywhere and shit everywhere, hoping to piss me off, but I ignore her. She yells at me, swears at me and I even let her beat on me when I allow myself to get close enough and several marks remain on my body. I think she feels better when she’s beating on me, and I may tell her that one day, but I refuse to remove the chain without a firm expectation of her being over her violent outbursts and back to my normal sister.

When our parents return on the second weekend, they replenish the food, water, toilet paper and firewood, which is their primary job, also replacing my clothes for clean ones.

Again, I ask her if she wants to take a bath and this time she doesn’t tell me to fuck off. Instead, she tells me to stick it where the sun don’t shine. Satisfied with that answer, I decide to change to a more pleasant subject, but I’m unable to find one.

Then, right in front of Mom and Dad, Kelly spreads her legs wide open, letting everyone get a good look, then looks me in the eyes and taunts me to fuck her. Her sexual conduct causes Mom to cry and Dad to comfort her. It was her first time doing that and it’s as much a shock to me as it was for my parents.

They spend one night in the stink infested camp site, experience several more things regarding their daughter’s fight for life, then return home Saturday afternoon.

Again, they thank me and hug me profusely for doing what I’m doing before they depart for home, just like they did after the first weekend, but this time, I can feel their pain for their daughter as they hug me.

After two weeks, Kelly is smelling pretty bad because she refuses to take a bath. I don’t want to do it alone, being afraid to risk it, given some of her more violent episodes. She never cleans herself up after taking a shit so it stays with her, hoping it will piss me off, but again, I persevere.

As week three begins, she’s having periods where she knows why she is where she is. Her real violent episodes are diminishing and I’m hoping she’s returning to being my favorite sister, but I still don’t release her chain. I’m feeling better about that, but I still hate doing this to my baby sister, and I never want to do it again. I never understood how much my sister means to me, but I do now.

As week three is coming near a close, I wake up to loud calls for me early in the morning. Becoming awake, I wonder what she wants, so I humor myself.

“Dave, I need something from you.”

“What?” I ask.

“Some clothes.”

“I’m not giving you any clothes…”

I stop in mid sentence, thinking there might be something right about her, since she wants clothes, so I pad to her.

As I come out of my tent, Kelly surprises me by handing me a cup of coffee she made for me, holding it out for me to take from her. It’s stone cold because she can’t reach the fireplace. Even though she stinks really bad, I take the coffee from her and set it down an arm’s reach away. I find myself hugging her for what seems like hours while she wraps her arms around my neck and cries for so long. I’m actually crying with her, feeling much of her pain. I finally have my sister back. I’m so elated I can’t speak, however, she needs to make a change, the sooner the better.

“I stink to high hell so bad I have to take a bath, dear brother, and put some clothes on if you don’t mind,” she says as the tears run down her soft cheeks.

“What if I do mind?” I tease her.

“Why? What do you have up your sleeve?”

“I think you look beautiful just the way you are.”

Kelly squeezes me tight and remains there for several minutes as she interprets what I said, but decides not to start something she doesn’t want to finish here.

“Thank you, dear brother, but I still stink to high hell.”

“That, you do, which is why you need a bath.”

After hugging her again, I remove the chain and let her walk to the creek while I retrieve some bathing materials for her, then walk to the creek, strip my clothes off and get in the water with her. For the first time in my life, I’m naked, standing before my sister and happy to be with her, in a very uncontrolled moment of love we both feel. She cleans herself as I watch, holding the bar of soap as she gets rid of nearly three weeks of stink off her body.

When she declares herself done, I hand her a towel and she dries off while walking out of the cold water and I take my own bath, then she offers the towel to share and I use it, which turns out not to be such a good idea. After we dry off, we hug our naked bodies together and the sparks pass through us in a way I never felt before.

Kelly feels it too and she gives me a hug that makes me want to fuck her, but I don’t. She knows my cock is ready for her, being unable to control my brainless dick. The first time holding my naked sister is an experience of a lifetime. I swear, the electricity shot through us as soon as her tits burn into my chest, and I have no desire for it to stop.

After a short version of a hug, I break away so I don’t take advantage of her, because I know she’s vulnerable at this moment. Actually, so am I, and I know Kelly feels it too. I can see it in her eyes and feel it in her hugs.

“Thank you for being so mean to me, Bro.”

It’s definitely a compliment, an actual compliment after three weeks of insult after insult and I’m actually happy about it. We put clean clothes on and I call Mom about 8am, letting her know we’re breaking the camp down and returning home.

While I break down the camp and pack it in the car, Kelly tackles her hair with a comb, forgetting to pack a brush. It’s a mess after three weeks of neglect, and it looks really bad. She gets a lot of the tangles out, but it still doesn’t look as good as it used to.

When I announce we’re ready to roll, Kelly stands, pads to me and gives me another hug I will never forget. As she cries on my shoulder, I pick her off her feet, wanting to break a rib for putting me through this, but I don’t. I love her and it’s over. Time to move on. If she ever had any doubts, Kelly now knows how I feel about my sister.

They left work early that day and they’re already home when we arrive.

* * * * *

Heading for home, we stop at a fast food place, order and eat breakfast in the car, for obvious reasons, and I enjoy my sister’s company for a change because she’s talking like a human again. Arriving at home, both parents give her a serious hug, along with shedding tears, then she wants to take a shower to finish the cleaning she started.

When she rejoins us, Mom looks at her hair and hauls her off to the salon to get her daughter back to normal. While they’re gone, I take my shower and get myself back to normal, then Dad and I talk about the experience. I ask him to tell her his experience as her Dad when the time comes.

When the girls return home in mid afternoon, Kelly looks like herself – absolutely beautiful. I can hardly take my eyes off her. Mom and Dad announce we’re going out to dinner at an Italian restaurant, to celebrate our return home and her survival.

At dinner, we did little more than eat and talk about everything, except our experience. When we get to the end of dinner, Dad pays the bill, we depart for home and stop for ice cream on the way. It’s a nice gesture from Dad.

Arriving at home, we assume seats in the livingroom to relax. Mom and Dad know a lot about what I went through with my sister, but I get into some details that shocks all three of them and Kelly didn’t know she did those things to me. I show them some of the bruises she left on me, just to prove it, and that makes Kelly feel that much worse.

I had to tell her what she did to me because I want her to understand the hell she put me through, hoping she can see the pain the whole family had to endure, that what she did isn’t just about her. Kelly gives me a strong emotion filled embrace, expressing sorrow for doing those things to me and the family. And yes, I also tell her I felt all of her hits on me and she enjoyed doing it, getting away with it and that ‘one day’ came sooner than I thought it would, as I smile.

I look at my sister, with Mom and Dad as my witness, telling her she’s back and if she ever does this again, I’m putting her through the same routine again. She tells me once was enough for her and not to worry. I’m so relieved to hear that.

Dad adds his story to the mix and Kelly is feeling pretty bad. Tears come to all of our eyes and Kelly has the big picture of the family experience because of her fall into drugs, but I hold her tight and tell her to suck it up so we can move on. Tomorrow is another day.

She smiles at me, getting the connection, and I smile back.

* * * * *

That night, real early in the morning actually, Kelly pads into my room and turns on the light. She’s naked and wakes me up, urgently wanting to talk to me. Groggy, I turn to my back, wondering what can be on her mind at this hour. She lays next to me, then gets comfortable against me with her head on my chest. The bad part is, I’m naked under the sheet, which is pulled up to my waist. Then I wonder if it’s a bad thing, or maybe not.

“Sis, you’re naked and you should be wearing clothes around me. You know that so go get some clothes on, then we can talk about what’s on your mind. Okay?” Dave says, speaking in a very low voice.

“Not okay Dave. You had me naked for three weeks and never sexually touched me. You could’ve had your way with me any time you wanted and I would have let you. Why didn’t you?” Kelly says, also speaking in a very low voice.

“What makes you think I didn’t?”

Shocked, she gets up and looks me in the eyes.

“You did?! You had sex with me and I didn’t even know it?!”

He pauses, trying to suppress a smile, but loses the fight.

“No, I didn’t, but I thought it would scare the shit outa ya.”

“It did you little shit.”

“To be honest, I wanted to more times than you’ll ever know, but I restrained myself because I respect my sister and want her back to her normal self.”

“Is that the only reason?”

“No, but it was the main reason. However, think about what you’re asking for a moment. You were filthy, you stunk to high hell and you looked like shit. Honestly, what did you expect from me?”

Kelly laughs quietly, then she gets serious and somber.

“Did you or do you have any desire to have sex with me?”

“I did, and I do, but my priority was to get my sister back and I didn’t let anything stop me from accomplishing that goal, not even you. My daily routine left me with little more to do than look at you quite often to protect you from yourself, but I must admit, my desire for you piqued so many times I lost count. But, the bottom line is, that’s not something we can do, being brother and sister, especially in the condition you were in. You were vulnerable and my goal was to help you survive, not take advantage of you.”

As I finish explaining, Kelly struggles with her emotions and eventually, her eyes tear up. As she returns to reality, my place in her heart is no longer in question. Now, her goal is to pursue me, so she continues on that path. I know her pretty well, but I want an answer.

“Sis, you didn’t show any embarrassment when you were naked, standing in front of your brother before you took your bath. Why?”

“One, I had nothing to cover myself with. Two, I wanted you to see me naked because I wanted to see how you would react to my nudity, but then I guess I’ve been that way for weeks, which is why you didn’t react. Three, the compliment you gave me just before I took a bath made me wonder how you feel about me.”

She continues, now using a whiny voice and explains, “I’m here because of my desire to pursue my brother. We’re not blood. We can to what we want, being adults with sound minds and bodies. We can pick our partners. You know that deep down so you can’t claim taking advantage of me, being brother/sister or any other excuse because all they will ever be are excuses. You’re argument won’t hold water. It just won’t.”

“Maybe not, but it’s not something we should pursue because we are, in fact, brother and sister and I want it to stay that way.”

Kelly rises up and looks me in the eyes with a loving, serious expression.

“You will never change our relationship because you give me what I want and I want to have sex with you in the worst way.”

“I get it, Kel. You want to thank me for doing what I did for you. I get it, but I did it because I love my sister, not because I expected or wanted to take advantage of you. Okay?”

“No, it’s not okay and you’re not going to take advantage of me. What I’m feeling for you isn’t just because of what you did for me. I’ve had feelings for you for a while and now, they’re stronger than ever.”

“They are?”

“Yes, they are. I want you because of what and who you are. You’re handsome, intelligent, strong, confident and my protector. Nobody would have done what you did for me without quitting. Nobody, because they don’t care about me as much as you do. It shows me how much you love your sister. Because of the help you gave me, which I’m truly grateful for, I will owe you for the rest of my life. You sacrificed yourself for so long to save me from myself and I will never forget it. I can’t tell you how much I love you for doing that for me.”

She rests back on my chest and lets it all hang out.

“When I saw your cock at the creek, I was determined to talk to you about this. You know I’m not a virgin and I know you’re not a virgin, so that’s not an issue.”

She reaches under the sheet for my cock and strokes it to hardness, which takes all of a second and a half, maybe two, and I let her.

“Your cock is beautiful and I want it so bad. You have to have sex with me because I desperately want you to, pretty pleeease?”

I’m outside of myself with joy. I’m getting what I’ve wanted for a long time and soon, my sister fantasy will no longer be a fantasy.

“Never, in my wildest of dreams, did I think I would hear you say that to me. I’ve been dreaming about this for at least three weeks, myself. Maybe more.”

She chuckles and I have to give her a quick squeeze.

I continue, saying, “My reality is, I realized I fell in love with you after I went off to college and it really hit home while we were camping, but I’ve been holding it in far too long, so now you know.”

She moves to look me in the eyes again.

“What are you gonna to do about it?” she asks.

“It’s getting hot in here so I think I better go take a cold shower,” I say.

She breaks out laughing as quietly as she can, then looks at me with loving eyes.

“Not going to happen that way, dear brother.”

“Okay. Instead, I’ll hold you in my arms as I seek out some special body parts until you get my cock hard enough to use.”

“It’s already hard enough to use smart ass.”

“Want to watch a movie?”

“Not going to happen that way either,” she says, smiling.

I smile and pull her up to my level, lay her down on me, then pick up her chin, lining it up with mine, and we attempt our first ever kiss. It gets passionate much sooner than I thought it would. She’s stroking my cock with more determination and she’s getting into the kiss with more passion than I’ve experienced before from any girl, or man… Actually, never the latter though. Then I break the kiss.

“I didn’t think so, but as much as I hate to ask this, can we hold off having sex until after our parents leave for work? I’m guessing it will save us from getting caught. What do you think?”

“Hmmm. My brother can think even in the throes of passion… Good idea, however. As much as I hate to do this, I’ll come back after they leave in the morning.”

“I love you too, Sis.”

“I know you do, Bro.”

She drops down on me, gives me another hug and kiss before she gets off me and pads to the door. My eyes do the normal male thing and watch the wiggle in her ass as she pads away and it keeps me hard as a rock, knowing what’s in store for me later.

* * * * *

I don’t know why it happened, but I fell asleep shortly after she left my room. I’m thinking I would stay awake while mulling over in my head about having sex with my sister, but I guess I don’t know me as well as I thought I do. I’m guessing it’s because I didn’t get a great deal of good sleep in the last three weeks, but right now, I don’t really care.

When Kelly returns several hours later, nothing is going to stop her from getting what she wants. She’s still naked and goes straight to my cock, turning it into a lollipop. I wake up slowly as I feel my cock being pleasured by the only girl I’ve dreamed about sharing my bed with. I pull her level to my face as she lays on top of me, amid her graceful displeasure, having to give up her lollipop, and I give her one sweet kiss, letting my dick speak for my passion. Holding her tight as we kiss, we linger far too long, but boy does it feel good.

“You know I love you, and I know this is sudden for both of us, but it’s been a long time in the making for me,” Kelly reveals.

“Same for me, Kel.”

“Thank god! Now get your cock inside me or there will be a severe penalty involved.”

“As you wish, young lady… By the way, what’s the penalty?”

“I hope you never find out, dear brother.”

I smile at my sister with her passion getting more and more urgent by the second. As it overcomes both of us, I take control of my sister, but first, I give her a sweet, passionate kiss I hope she will never forget. Breaking the kiss, my hands go to work caressing her soft, desirable body, but I stop when her breathing becomes quicker.

I hug her tight, then push her off me, get up, push her to her back and crawl on the bed until I’m towering above her, staring at the only naked body on my bed, an impossible dream come true.

Because my sister is beautiful, I’m hoping this isn’t a short term romance. Only time will tell, but at this point, deep down, miles below my heart, I have no problems staying with this beautiful woman for the rest of my life.

With my passion building, I brush her hair out of my way, lean to her, give her a sweet kiss, then move to her earlobes and neck, licking her soft skin as I progress toward her ample tits, perfectly proportioned to her body. Her tits capture my desires as I lick her nipples, knead her boobs and lightly bite her hard nipples. As her own passion increases, Kelly runs her fingers through my hair while she moans. The sweet sounds she’s making collects in my dick, causing it to get that much harder.

After spending too much time licking and kissing her luscious tits, I move on to her incredibly soft, strong stomach, kissing as much as possible before she directs my tongue to her mound. Spreading her legs, I can see the juices leaking out of her pussy.

Moving my body farther down hers, I get between her legs, drop to her mound and tenderly tease her until she pushes me to her clit. It’s the biggest clit I’ve ever seen. I saw it at the camp when she was in one of her exhibition moods, but said nothing for fear of retaliation and this time, it makes her moan the loudest so far. I circle her clit a couple times, possibly more, then move to her pussy, reaching my tongue inside to drink up her juices. Her taste is sweet as she guides my head, then runs her fingers through my hair as she moans her delight.

“I can’t take it anymore. Do me now. Pleeease!” she says, begging for some relief as the passion between her legs builds, and so is mine.

I want to eat her for hours as her passion runs onto my tongue, but I’m as hot to trot as she is so I give in to her immediate desires for satisfaction. As my cock gets close to her, she grabs it pulls me into her pussy and the fireworks go off with an explosion of passion. She’s so soft, smooth, wet and tight, I don’t have to remind myself she’s all girl, and I’m loving it as she spreads her legs and raises them above my back.

As my cock enters her pussy, the feeling it creates inside her is one in a million. Her facial expression is that of euphoria as she savors the feel of my handsome cock.

As if my dick is in control, I pump in and out of her, with both of our eyes closed, as the euphoric pleasure of sex overwhelms our senses. The only way I can describe what I’m feeling is using the word, “WOW”.

I fuck my sister with love in my heart and as she moans, I add my moans to hers. Thinking about what I’m doing, my brain is euphoric as the great taboo is happening. Having sex with my sister for the first time makes me feel like I’m doing this thing so taboo it can’t happen, or shouldn’t happen, but I know she wants it as much as I do. I lean to her and give her a kiss, just because, and she responds passionately.

I stop fucking as I pick her leg up and lay it across her body, resting it on the bed, then continue plowing my cock inside her. She’s hot, tight, wet and I want all of her. Her moans urge me on as she motions for me to go faster, unable to speak because my cock is plowing into her like nothing she’s ever felt.

Lifting her legs to my shoulders, I pick up the pace as Kelly tells me how much she loves my dick in her pussy, which prepares me to explode. As my cock slides against the walls of her essence, she moans and the pleasure she feels displays on her face.

As I feel the sensations of her tight pussy, her moans are getting louder and my passion increases as my sister squeezes my cock, forcing me to tell her I love her, and I really do.

I drop her legs to the bed, get off her, roll her to her stomach, straddle her and slide my cock back inside her pussy from behind. She lifts up and I stroke her as she tells me how it feels.

“God, I love this, Bro.”

Never before has any girl told me how I feel inside her. Nobody. My sister has me in sex heaven and I’m loving it, and her. Lost in the pleasure of sex with my sister, I come to the conclusion I want her for myself. No other girl has come close to making me feel this way and I’m hooked. There’s no doubt about it, but the pain she put me through lingers in my mind. On the other hand, there’s proof she’s sorry she went down that road so I need to move on and love my sister with everything I have.

As I quicken the pace, we build to orgasm faster, and I’m moaning louder than she is as her tightness becomes my focal point. Due to this being our first time locked together, and judging from her reactions, she loves it as much as I do.

Continuing to pump my cock into her pussy, she explodes in orgasm as she screams and I follow shortly thereafter, grunting as I release my loads inside her sweet pussy. The physical exercise we exert on our first round of sex is amazing, leaving us both exhausted and gasping for air. It’s well worth the effort and I’m loving it as much as she is.

I raise up as she turns over under me and buries my cock deep inside her. I stare at the beauty below me, wondering if she wants to be my one and only. When she opens her eyes and sees me staring, she pulls me to her for another passionate kiss neither of us will likely forget.

Breaking the kiss, I roll us so she’s on top, but stay buried inside her just because it feels kinda good to me, maybe both of us. She has me wrapped around her little finger and even though I realize it, I don’t care if she knows it.

“WOW, Dave! That was amazing! I can’t explain how I feel right now, but it’s something I’ve never felt before. I’m overwhelmed by what my brother has done for me. I just love you so deeply,” she says.

I can take that two ways, but this time, I just let it slide without the smart ass remark I’m so famous for.

I hold her head in position above mine and say, “Do you mean that, Sis?”

“Every word of it and more.”

“What do mean, ‘more’?” I ask her.

She hesitates as my excitement builds.

“Can I tell you without you changing anything we have built between us, including now?”

“Absolutely you can.”

She drops quickly for another passionate kiss and when we break, she’s all smiles, using the one in her arsenal of smiles that has me maintaining a stiff pole between her legs.

“Oh Dave, I just love you to death. I’ve been feeling it for a while, but I’ve been afraid to tell you. I’m hoping you agree, because if you don’t, I may have to do more damage to you to get even.”

I laugh as she joins me.

“Fear not, my precious Baby Sister. We are on mutual ground here and I love you from the bottom of my heart. I never thought you would get involved with drugs, but it made me realize how much you mean to me. I hated putting you through your withdrawals, but I wanted my sister back and I was willing to risk it all to make sure you stay in my life and yes, I will do it again if I have to, but please, don’t put me through that again. Please.”

“Not to fear, dear brother. As I told you before, it will never happen again… And just to be clear, I want you to be my exclusive man for the rest of my life, to love and learn with as we carve our own path into the future.”

“And I want my sister to be my exclusive woman, to love the rest of my life, for as long as we live,” I respond, with a deep emotional connection to my sister.

My hands tenderly direct her lips to mine and we kiss as I hold her tight, lovingly caress her back, then run my hands to her ass, caressing it tenderly. I suddenly become uniquely aware I’m caressing my sister’s nice ass and I’m enjoying the feel. Her ass is so soft, so strong and she’s so willing, I realize I can caress it any time I want, which is so different for me. I better find out exactly where I am, hoping I’m not on cloud 9 or in a dreamland.

“Let’s take a quick shower, Kel.”

“I want your body here with me for a while longer.”

“It’s nearly noon, young lady, and I want to take you out to lunch. Yes or no?”

“That’s a yes so shower it is.”

I shower with my sweetheart and investigate every crevice I can find as she sighs and displays her satisfaction. She does the same to me, then we dry off and get some clothes on. Damn, I love her more without clothes, but…

* * * * *

As I drive away from the house, I ask with a smirk, “So, want sit down or fast food service like we did the last time?”

She chuckles, then says, “Very funny Mr boyfriend… Sit down and be served so we can talk while I tease you,” she says, smiling.

“No physical contact in public above what we normally do, Babe,” I order.

“What? Why?”

“We’re brother and sister. Don’t you think that will create a rumor mill that will go berserk after a while?”

“It might, but can we discuss this between us?” she asks.

“I was hoping you would ask. We absolutely can, but let’s wait until we can focus on it after we get home.”

“I can live with that.”

“Do you have preference where you want to eat?”

She smiles and we agree on a restaurant, proceed to it, walk in and wait to be seated. As the waitress comes to us, we stand up and follow her toward our table when we hear…

“Kelly!”

In walks a group of five classmates that graduated from high school about the same time frame we did so we change to a larger table and we all get acquainted as we sit down to a nice lunch. There are three guys and two girls in the group and both of us know all of them. We get caught up with everyone and when our food is served, the conversations literally stop as everyone feeds their faces.

As each one finishes eating, we talk about things that are going on in our lives and stay in the restaurant for an additional 30 minutes, then Kelly and I decide it’s time to leave. We didn’t get a chance to talk about the things we were going to because it’s none of their business, frankly. The whole group decides to leave as well so we pay for our meals and go our separate ways…

Except, Scott wants to talk to Kelly as we head to my car so I give her some space, but when the guy starts manhandling her, I step in and push him away. Kelly is pissed and tells him to fuck off, but he tries again to speak to her. When I keep him away from her, he takes a swing at me. I lean back, making him miss, but I return the favor with a sharp kick to his shin, the difference being, I didn’t miss. That ends his aggression and he wanders off, limping and swearing at me. I hope we never see him again.

Kelly says, “He was an asshole in school and it appears nothing has changed. If I never see him again, I won’t lose a bit of sleep.”

“You’re okay, Sis. No reason to let assholes like that get under your skin.”

“I know. Assholes just make me mad is all.”

“Yeah, they make me mad as well, but I wonder if he’s the vindictive type… So, what are you going to do to me when we get home, my dear sister?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see, my dear brother.”

“Stop teasing,” I tell her and smile when she looks at me and gives me one of her evil smiles.

Something tells me I’m in trouble.

* * * * *

When we pull in the driveway, I notice the grass needs mowing, so I make another change to the plan, much to my sister’s dismay. It only takes about thirty minutes to mow the lawn so off I go to give Dad a little relief.

Kelly goes in the house, gets into her bikini and lounges out by the pool just to tease me, and it’s working. As I drive by, she spreads her legs and gives me the finger with a smile on her face so when I finish, I put the lawn tractor back in the garage, sneak up on my sister with a garden hose in hand, and let her have it.

She screams as the cold water hits her, then she attacks me with a vengeance as she gets her senses about her. She gets me nearly as wet as she is before we end the fight with a sweet kiss and a hug that makes my dick stir.

Soaked, I head for the door, take off my wet clothes before I enter, go to the bathroom to dry off, then to my room to change. My sexy sister follows me, step by step, pushes me on the bed and jumps on top of me with loving vengeance in her heart.

Exactly what I want is a naked girlfriend warming me up, but she’s a bit on the cold side too, so I wrap my arms around her to heat her up. She stays in my arms until I break us up and chat.

“So, my favorite sister, what do you have up that sleeve of yours?”

“I’m not wearing any sleeves.”

“Ha, ha, very funny.”

“How bout talking about us in public?” she asks.

“Okay. What are you thinking?”

“Well, everyone knows we aren’t blood brother and sister, so what’s the harm?”

“Good point, but do you think we should expose us before we make a decision about us?” I suggest.

“Yea. You’re right. It’s too soon, but I don’t see any reason why we won’t end up together either.”

“Neither do I and I can’t wait to tell everyone you caved.”

“I didn’t cave you little shit,” she says as she tickles me in a frantic moment, smiling from ear to ear.

I squirm for a while before I roll me on top of her and she stops tickling as I kiss her and insert my tongue in her mouth with passion that comes on suddenly. As the sudden burst of passion diminishes, I catch up to me and we continue.

“Moving right along, you had something up your sleeve when you followed me in here so out with it,” I say, looking at her, inches from her pretty face.

“You foiled that when you took me in your arms and made me feel like you want me.”

“I wonder why I did that?…” I say. “Oh, because I want you!” I admit as we both laugh. “I guess we need a new plan then?”

Kelly chuckles, but she’s feeling something percolating somewhere the sun doesn’t shine.

“I guess so.”

“Okay, stay where you are, but lay your head on my chest. I want to tell you a story.”

She gets comfortable, then says, “Okay. I’m ready.”

The heat from her body feels great as the chill slowly disappears. I’m loving her to death as she relaxes on me, also making me relax. My hands maintain a tight hold on her as I speak from my heart.

“I love the way you hug me when I least expect it. I love the way you talk to me when you’re horny. I love that you want me to be your one and only. I love your beauty, because my eyes keep telling me you’re the most attractive girl I’ve ever met, and my brain is convinced. Actually, so is my dick, just in case you haven’t noticed.”

As I’m speaking to her, she giggles and gets teary eyed so I caress her back, then hold her a little tighter.

“I love the feel of your HOT, desirable body against mine. I love the fact that you like being naked with me. I love the fact that you have this strong desire to have sex with me. I love your personality, so kind and pleasant, and sometimes aggravated. But, the most important thing I love about you is that you are what and who you are. No hidden agenda, no devious planning and no desire to hide from life. I have a hard time taking my eyes off my sweet baby sister.”

I know she’s crying because I can feel her weakly shuddering. I’ve touched her heartstrings so I let her wallow in her thoughts as I continue to softly caress her. It takes her minutes to respond, then she pushes herself up and looks at me emotionally, with wetness in her eyes.

“Of all the guys I’ve been with, you are the first person to tell me those things. I love my brother and you better get used to it, or else.”

“Or else what?”

“I seriously doubt you will ever find out, my dearest brother.”

She goes in for the kill with a passionate kiss and tight hug, and that’s all I want at this point. I squeeze the shit out of her, not literally of course, and discover the wetness has turned to tears when we break apart.

“Weren’t expecting me to say those things, were you?”

“No, I wasn’t,” she says in a whiney, sexy voice and reclaims her place on my chest.

I’ve known my sister for years, but in the last few days, I’ve learned a surprising amount about her. She’s a fighter, she’s determined and she’s in love. As of right now, even I know it and I’m so happy she picked me.

She remains on top of me, not shaking or crying, but instead, she’s enjoying the caresses I’m giving her. We’re naked, enjoying each other’s heat, and remain content, not having passionate sex like I thought we would. I’m not disappointed, either. Not really. Sometimes I just want to hold my girlfriend and caress her body. Other times, I don’t want to stop there, but I do want my baby sister with me. This I know.

As luck would have it, Mom and Dad are close to coming home so we take a shower and get dressed quickly to avoid any consequences. We also get our wet clothes by the back door and put them where they belong, to avoid any backlash.

* * * * *

It’s a long day for our parents at work and they’re weary when they finally arrive home. Getting out of the car, Dad notices the lawn has been mowed as they come in the house and pad to the kitchen. We get up and tell them we are preparing dinner tonight and they can go take a seat until it’s ready. Kelly gives me a hug, before we focus on dinner, as we send our parents to relax until dinner is ready.

“Thanks for protecting me from me, Bro.”

“Your welcome, Sis, and you know it,” I tell her.

“Thanks for mowing the lawn, Son.”

“No problem, Dad.”

As Mom and Dad wait for dinner, they talk, wondering if there’s something going on between their son and daughter resulting from what I did for her. Triggered by the hug Kelly just gave me, their curiosity grows. Kelly gives me another hug when dinner is on the table and the parents are called over to eat. Mom and Dad see that hug as well. The plot thickens.

Deciding not to confront the kids today, they bury their curiosity for a while. Kelly and I aren’t hiding our feelings for each other, but we aren’t coming out of the closet either. We’re displaying our feelings in front of family, but at no other time.

After dinner is over and the cleanup complete, the family gets together in the livingroom and Kelly sits on my lap, right in front of our curious parents. Mom just can’t help herself, she has to ask.

“Kelly, I’ve never seen you sit on your brother’s lap before. What’s up with that?”

“I believe you’re right, Mom, but my brother has shown me how much he loves me so I want him to know I love him too. He went through hell because of me and I want him to know I appreciate it and that he’s as important to me as I am to him.”

“Well said, Sis. I will agree with that,” Dave says.

That sounds fair to their parents so they let it slide, for now. Still, they wonder about their relationship. Not wanting to jump to conclusions, they change the subject as Kelly gives her brother another hug. They talk about her survival and as Kelly remembers, she’s glad she has a strong brother on her side. I hold her tight and remind her she was just as determined as I was, even though she didn’t know it at the time.

Coming to Kelly’s mind, she asks her parents if she can challenge the first year of college and take the tests now that she’s better. They don’t have an answer so Kelly needs to make a call tomorrow and hopefully, she’ll get an answer she likes.

“Dave, how did you manage to survive the ordeal with your sister,” Dad asks.

“It was the toughest job I’ve ever done, Dad. You know what I went through and what I put her through, but I feel it had to be done to save my sister. As you know, the hell I went through was nothing compared to the hell she went through, but why I did it is another story.”

“As a family, you took in a complete stranger, made me part of your family and I will be forever in your debt because of that. One reason I did what I did was to show this family I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. As a young child, I never thought I would be living without my birth parents, but sometimes, shit happens and here I am.”

“Another reason is, resulting from my loss, family became very important to me and I will do what I have to do to keep it that way. Losing my sister to drugs was not and is not an option for me. I did what I had to do to get her back and now I’m a happy brother.”

Kelly hugs me with no warning and squeezes me to death, again. I return her affection as Mom and Dad continue to wonder about us, but don’t ask the obvious question they want to so bad. I guess we’ve trained them well.

“Good for us, Son. I wonder what would have happened to Kelly if you weren’t here to protect her, but I guess we’ll never know… We have to hit the sack so we’ll see ya in the morning, maybe.”

Accepting that, Mom and Dad head for bed, and I tell Kelly we better not have a late night rendezvous to avoid getting caught. Kelly agrees as she pouts and gives me a hard time about not being able to touch me, or suck my cock, but says she will avoid me tonight… and take it out on me in the morning.

She will. I know she will.

* * * * *

As luck would have it, I wake up before Kelly and do my due diligence before opening the door to her room. The morning sun has made its way to her bed, but she’s covered from shoulder to toe by a sheet. Her hair is messed up and spider webbed, covering her face. Lacking something better to do, I silently pad to her bed and sit near her feet, minimizing the movement of the bed.

Grabbing the sheet where it rises over her ass, I pull it toward me as slow as molasses. A fraction of an inch at a time, I expose her body as I smile. Inch by inch, my excitement grows, but my sister is oblivious to the event, a major disappointment. It gets all the way to her waist before I stop.

I re-grip the sheet and jerk it off her, exposing her gorgeous body to my horny eyes. Still, she sleeps and I’m even more disappointed. I sit there, staring at her perfect shape while I think about my next move.

She’s laying mostly on her stomach, with her left arm behind her and her right hand resting on the pillow near her face. Her legs are parted and knees bent, giving my eyes a clear view of her pussy, but I can’t help stare at her perfectly shaped ass while I think about how best to wake her.

With my decision made, I straddle her lower legs and tenderly caress her soft ass cheeks. Getting no response, I pressure her ass cheeks as I caress them. Still, no response. I can see she’s breathing, but I don’t know if she’s faking it so I decide on a more aggressive action. I tickle the bottom of her feet and get an instant reaction.

She jerks her feet from my grip, and shouts, “That’s not fair!” as she turns over and reaches for my body to join her’s with a nice smile showing through her spider webbed hair.

She’s laughing as I make the trip all the way into her arms and when I’m flat on her chest, she initiates a long passionate kiss not even I will forget. Then I break it off.

“You were feigning sleep, Sis, so when did you wake up?”

“When you sat on the bed.”

I tickle her and she squirms and laughs until I stop and bury my face into her neck. She’s holding me tight as I kiss and lick her neck as we melt into each other. It’s a wonderful feeling to be in love and we both know it, and feel it.

As she reaches for my dick, she spreads her legs apart while I move mine inside her’s, giving her some help as she pulls me into her pussy. Then she grabs my cheeks and pulls the rest of me inside her tightness. She moans her little heart out as I moan my big heart out until my dick bottoms out. As I look in her eyes, I’m wondering if my sister is all I need.

It feels like a long time has passed since I was last inside her, but I know better. She feels tight, soft and wet, and I want more. So does she and she grips my cheeks again to get me going. I give her what she’s demanding, not forgetting I’m as horny as she is.

I fuck my sister to keep her happy, or to keep me happy, possibly both, and I make her feel like the queen I want her to be in my life, but I’m not ready to reveal to her anything about how I feel about our future, yet. There are so many things I want to learn about her, and only time will let me learn those things. In the meantime, I want her to be my cute baby sister and intimate lover.

My cock is working her hard so she raises her feet above my back to feel more of me inside her. Knowing why she’s doing it, I reposition myself and push her knees to her tits, and keep fucking my sexy sister. Her moans of ecstasy make my day as I rise to the occasion. She’s recording a video in my mind and I’ll replay it later as a refresher course, a fantasy, or a wet dream.

As the feeling gets stronger and stronger, I drill her harder and harder until she shakes and shudders, then I shoot my load deep inside the tight, wet pussy below me and gradually slow my strokes as we both begin the task of recovery. I release her legs and she slowly drops them to the bed. As I roll off, I lay beside her, hoping for more.

“Kelly, you are totally awesome,” I say after getting my senses back.

“Same to you, Mr Boyfriend.”

I get up and straddle her on my knees and elbows and give my beautiful sister the kiss she deserves, and desires. She wraps her arms around my upper torso, locks her legs behind my back and hangs her body above the bed, pulling tight to me.

How much do I love my sister, I must ask myself one of these days.

* * * * *

We take a shower and after we finish, I prepare breakfast for us while Kelly is on the phone to the college, and they are curious about her sudden departure.

They ask, “Why did you drop out when you did?”

She replies, “I got caught up in the drug crowd and went downhill not knowing what was happening to me, but I’m sober now and it will never happen again.”

They ask, “How did you get sober so fast?”

She replies, “My brother took me away, forced me to isolate, and helped me to survive my withdrawals. He’s one hell of a brother.”

They ask, “Will you go back to drugs again?”

She replies, “Not in my lifetime. The pain I put myself through gives me some very bad memories and my family also went though hell because of me. It taught me a lesson I will never forget.”

They ask, “Was your supplier a student at this college?”

“No. I got hooked going to bars in town.”

They say, “Good, when can you return to take your exams?”

She completes the plan with the college and gets off the phone so excited I have to take a break from preparing breakfast. She’s jumping all over me and she’s tough to control in her excited state, but we finally sit down, eat breakfast and when she settles down, I inform her want to get some personal issues taken care of.

“I’m going to the bank, then a stop to get gas, then I’ll be back.”

She approves the plan while I give her another passionate kiss and depart, looking at her with a smile. She pinches my ass as I go out the door and closes it behind me with a smile on her face. I will likely make her pay for that when she least expects it, but I’m guessing that’s why she did it. Then she heads off to take care of the kitchen.

As I pull out of the driveway and head down the street, I notice a parked car possibly belonging to Scott, the boy I got into a scuffle with at the restaurant, but there’s no one in it. I thought that to be strange so I drive around the corner and stop, making sure I’m out of site. I quickly get out of the car and peek around the corner.

Two guys emerge from the car and head in the general direction of the house. Feeling something is not right with this scenario, I walk back to the house, open the door quietly and walk in. I see my sister on her back, naked from the waist down and Scott is on top of her with his pants around his ankles. The other guy is watching and rubbing his dick.

The guard dog sees me as I walk in and steps in front of me.

“You’re going to let him do what he came here to do, like it or not you son of a bitch.”

Then he takes a swing at me. I avoid that, but return my own act of aggression. I stomp on his foot as hard as I can and he grimaces in pain, slowly dropping to floor. One down.

Scott is still struggling to get his cock inside my sister, who has her legs crossed trying to stop him, so I strip my belt off, place it on his adam’s apple, cross it behind his neck and pull him off her, moving him face down next to Kelly, who quickly rolls out of the way.

Not wanting to stay exposed, she runs to her room in tears, gets another pair of shorts on, and when she returns, she has tears in her eyes and I can tell she wants me to hold her real bad, but I can’t, under the circumstances.

With my knee on the small of Scott’s back and his pants around his ankles, he’s not very mobile so I bend his legs at the knees, cross them, move to lean against them and take control of his hands, moving them behind his back and hold them there.

With Kelly standing above me, damn near, I ask, “Kelly, please get me the big tie wraps from the garage that we use to hold the cover on the RV during the winter.”

“I don’t know where they are.”

“Okay, hold him down and I’ll get them.”

She has no desire to do that, but she sees the watch dog stand up. I hear him move so I turn toward him. The dude realizes he has an issue with his foot, hardly able to walk so he limps a few steps and takes an unbalanced swing at me. I duck and grab his arm as it over swings its target and wrestle him to floor by twisting it with both hands. He yells in pain and couldn’t tell if it was his arm or his foot that hurts the most.

“Stay down,” I yell at him.

As soon as I release him, he tries to get up again, but I smack him back down as hard as I can with no remorse.

“If you try to get up again, I’m going to put my knee on your collar bone and you better hope it doesn’t break into three pieces under my weight.”

That convinces him not to get up, knowing the pain a broken collar bone can cause, allowing me to turn to my sister.

She decides she can’t do what I’m doing, so she says, “I’ll get them. Just tell me where they are.”

“They’re in the cabinet to the left of the workbench.”

“How many do you want?”

“A hand full.”

“You got it.”

She gives Dave a thank you hug and kiss that he can’t return, then heads to the garage, calling 911 as she walks. She locates the tie wraps a short time later, returns and gives them to me.

I hog-tie them, but the rapist gets a special treat. His ankles are tied together so he can’t adjust his pants. Then I stand up to give my sister some much needed attention as we hold each other tighter than we ever have and linger that way for minutes.

I call Mom and Dad, tell them and they leave work immediately to come home. Two cops arrive ahead of them, one male and one female, and take control of the situation, asking if we’re okay. The junior (female) cop documents the scene by taking pictures, including the offenders as they lay on the floor, all tied up, one with his pants down around his ankles and his baby butt showing.

The senior cop asks me to follow him and when we get out of earshot of the offenders and Kelly, he asks, “Where’s the belt you used to pull him off your sister?”

“I’m wearing it.”

“Why did you put it back on?”

“Well, Sir, I’m commando and if I don’t wear a belt, my shorts fall to my ankles. We’ll see one dick head when he stands up so I don’t feel it appropriate for us to see another, if I can avoid it,” I reply.

The cop laughs, saying, “Good answer… Why did you hog-tie them?”

“I didn’t want to sit on them, Sir, because my sister needed some serious attention to calm her down.”

“Where’s your car?”

“Around the corner, Sir.”

“Let’s go get it.”

“Follow me, please,” I say.

We retrieve my car, pointing out Scott’s car as we go by, park it near the house and go back inside.

The police continue there investigation, asking many more questions of me and Kelly. As Mom and Dad arrive, they push their way in and give hugs and support to us. The senior cop asks them questions, most of which they have no knowledge of. They’re here to support their kids and it’s their house, after all.

When the cops sum up their investigation, they tell us they’re charging the rapist with attempted rape because penetration was not achieved, and the other as an accomplice to the offense.

When the cop cuts the tie wrap off Scott’s ankles, they muscle him up on his feet, holding onto him so he doesn’t fall flat on his face while he gets his legs under control. The junior cop releases him and takes a frontal photo and her partner gives her the look.

“Evidence,” she says and shrugs her shoulders.

His limp dick is hanging out and everybody can see it while impressing no one. While the senior cop pulls his pants up and fastens his belt, all of us are giggling at the lady cop’s response. However, his watch dog isn’t as lucky. They have to call the paramedics for him and when they arrive, they check out his foot, but when they manipulate it, he screams his bloody head off. With that discovery, they put him on a stretcher and take him to the hospital.

By the time the investigation wraps up and the cops have left with the offenders, it’s late afternoon so Mom says Dad is taking us out to dinner. He looks at her, smiles and agrees. We agree on Mexican food this time and off we go.

I love Mexican food, but I have a tendency to eat more than I need and so does Mom, but Dad and Kelly eat a normal serving. Still everyone is full so Dad pays the bill and we all head for home.

Once inside, we sit in the livingroom as Kelly and I tell the full story to our parents as it happened and why it happened. Again, they see me protecting my sister and I agree with them. The plot thickens the more they listen and Mom and Dad can’t stop themselves from asking the question.

“Okay kids, I have to ask… Are you two engaging in sex together?” Mom asks.

Kelly and I pause, afraid to answer, but we’ll have to expose us at some point, so with the utmost hesitation, Kelly answers, speaking in a meek tone.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t ask so soon,… but, yes, we are.”

Our mood changes to sour as the interrogation begins. I hold her hand and she takes mine with fear in her grip. This will not go well.

“For how long?” Dad asks.

“Since we came back from the camping trip,” Kelly replies.

“Not before then?” Mom asks.

We shake our heads no.

“Why now?” Dad asks.

“We discovered how we feel about each other the night we came back, and it hasn’t changed. She came to my room early in the morning and we talked, discovering we are into each other and here we are,” I answer.

“What are you’re current plans?” Mom asks.

“We’re in the early stages of a long term relationship so we are evaluating whether it’s infatuation or serious,” Kelly says.

“What do you mean, ‘serious’?” Mom asks.

“Love, Mom,” I answer.

“Can we assume correctly you have talked about this between you?” Dad asks.

“Every day since,” Kelly answers.

“So where are you two at in your relationship?” Mom asks.

“Still evaluating our emotions and physical relationship, hoping it will last a lifetime,” I reply.

“How is it looking so far?” Dad asks.

“So far so good,” Kelly replies, hesitating.

Mom and Dad look at the other, then give a hi-five and a hug with smiles on their faces. Seeing this confuses Kelly and I as the expression on our faces turn to confusion.

“We knew this day would come, and now it has,” Mom says.

“You’re not mad at us?” Kelly asks.

“Not only no, but hell no, not at all. Every relationship needs to be evaluated so you two are on the right track. We have observed you two over the years and guessed this was going to happen, but we weren’t sure and didn’t know when or even if. But personally, we’re glad you guys hooked up,” Mom says, then looks at her daughter. “Dave is more of a man than any other I’ve seen you with, Kel, and he loves you from the bottom of his heart. Every day he lives, it shows as plain as day. Since the day you returned home, your eyes have had… this bright star lighting them up and that’s what lead us to ask about your relationship.”

I look at my sister and she looks at me. We hug as tears come to both our eyes. We never expected this outcome, and it overwhelms us. We hug for what seems like a long time before Mom and Dad get up to start dinner. We are left on the love seat, alone and happy. As we’re embracing each other and shedding tears, I realize we survived our first major hurdle, even if we were scared shitless.

We remain on the love seat, but she lays across my lap until they call us for dinner. I don’t believe we’ve ever embraced for a longer period of time before we get up and walk to the table, rubbing the tears from our eyes. We’re on a natural high as we sit next to each other, and our infamous boarding house reach begins.

When Mom and Dad combine to make dinner, it’s always good and today is no exception. I over eat, but Kelly remains with her single serving. Realizing I’ve started a trend of over eating, I decide I better get some exercise and burn some of the calories off before it starts collecting where I don’t want it to. Kelly, on the other hand, always looks great and I want her to stay that way.

After dinner, I announce I need to exercise. Kelly speaks up saying she wants to go with me so I change into my sexy running shorts, tank top and running shoes while she changes into her running clothes and puts her hair up in a ponytail. My sister is looking HOT as we head out the door. Mom and Dad are arm in arm and wishing us well as we take off running, briefly turning to wave at them.

We run for about 5 miles before walking in the front door. We change into our swim suites and hit the pool, swim several laps before cooling down. We shower and get into comfort clothes and join our parents watching the baseball game in the livingroom… Sure we do.

Kelly chooses to lay across my lap and I don’t complain. She cuddles close to me and my hand is on her back, pulling her tight to me. I’m feeling like the world is my oyster, but I need to be vigilant. Not everything will go our way so we need to remain aware of what’s to come.

“Sis, is Scott still on your mind?” I ask.

“Nope. I pissed him away after they took him away.”

“Good for us, Sweetheart.”

When the game ends, Mom and Dad look at us with wonder, so Mom asks, “Have you two made any evaluations of your relationship to date?”

I answer, “We have, but it’s only superficial. We want to know whether or not we can survive life as husband and wife without killing the other, then we’ll make future plans.”

They laugh and Dad says, “You two have been together most of your life, pretty much, so I don’t see anything that will alter that or threaten you two as a couple.”

“I don’t either, but we still want the evaluation time to come to a fair conclusion we can survive each other. That makes me ask if it’s okay with you if we can spend our nights together in the same bedroom?”

Mom and Dad look at each other, then Mom responds, saying, “Tomorrow is Saturday so we can get you two set up in the bigger bedroom. Tonight, pick your bed and enjoy each other.

We thank them profusely, then we hug and kiss as we swim in our luck.

“Son, we’re not sure if we told you to your face, but we’ve said it many times to each other. We can’t be more proud of you as our son and now the future husband to our daughter. Kelly, we can’t be more proud that you are who you are, for picking the best person to share your life with. Your Mother and I can’t be more proud of the two of you,” Dad says, with a hint of wetness in their eyes.

Kelly jams her face into my neck and cries as I shed a few tears myself. Never before have I felt part of anything as I have today with this family. Then Kelly brightens up.

“My turn to ask,” she says. “Would it be okay with you if Dave and I attend the same college and stay off campus in our own apartment?”

“Good idea, Kel. We’ll make that happen for the two of you.”

Again Kelly jams her face into my neck and cries. She roams her hands over my body as she collects her affection into one pot and goes for the gold. As Mom and Dad watch the affectionate acts of their children, they’re getting horny and announce they’re hitting the sack, but it’s actually too early for them to hit the sack. Hmmm…

Smiling, they stand and as they wander in that direction, Kelly and I stand, stopping them as they go by and give them an emotional hug. As they head off to their bedroom, arm in arm, Dad with his hand on Mom’s ass, they’re happy and horny too. I’m feeling the spirit of the moment, wondering why my hand isn’t on my sister’s ass.

I seize this opportunity to tease my girlfriend as we return to the love seat, her laying across my lap again. I lift her to my lips and give her the kiss she wants so bad. I move my hand to her ass, caressing her shorts tenderly, but not appreciating the feel, Kelly unbuttons her shorts, pushes them down to her thighs, grabs my hand and forces it between her legs, until she can feel my hand on her ass. Smiling, I take over and caress her cheeks the way she likes it.

When Mom and Dad reach their bed, they strip off their clothes and Dad grabs his wife’s ass unexpectedly, causing her to moan rather loudly as the passion of the moment controls them. As they continue to pursue each other, they make louder moans as they engage with each other, no longer caring if their kids can hear them.

Kelly hears her parents and now she’s wants her brother really bad. She pushes her shorts down below her knees and kicks out of them until they hit the floor. Good for her. Spreading her legs wide open, she guides my hand between her legs and I get the hint, caressing her pussy and ass as I gently and tenderly probe her body. Kelly is responding by moaning, just like her Mom, maybe even as loud.

“Dave.”

“Yes Baby.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Baby… Tell me how happy you are tonight.”

“I’m the happiest sister in the world because this is the first time we have the whole night together, without a care in the world, and I can’t wait for it to become reality for both of us.”

She reaches for my neck, pulls herself to my lips and gives me a kiss neither of us will forget as she slides far enough sideways to feel for my cock. That takes me by surprise, but I’m okay that it means that much to my sister. I break the kiss to catch some air and lay her on my lap with her head on the arm of the love seat, then put a pillow under head.

I move my hand up her body and knead her tits through her tank top. In addition to not wearing panties, she’s not wearing a bra either. Bless her horny heart. Not settling for that for too long, I move my hand down to the hem and push the tank top up above her tits, with a little help from my girlfriend, exposing them to my hungry eyes. As I return to kneading her tits, she pulls her tank top off over her head while I give her a one handed assist, until it comes off her.

Kelly is naked, in the livingroom, on the love seat and our parents can come out and surprise us at any time, but she doesn’t care. Bless her heart.

Happy for now, Kelly is incredibly horny, pushing my hand back to her pussy and I automatically go to work fingering her as she returns to kneading her tits and pinching her nipples.

“How horny is my Baby Sis?”

“I’m so horny you need to take me to a place where you can use your cock in my super wet pussy.”