My sister’s gate had opened and I entered into her body. The wetness of her flesh and the desire of her heart willed me forward. She gasped again, nearly a cry, as we felt our bodies merge. My shaft plunged up through her willing flesh and we shook and trembled together, clutching, kissing, crying.
Two bodies became one, and our hearts were one. Completely. Fully.
We ravished each other. Our bodies entwined like an unbroken knot. Straining in the moonlight, our naked flesh glistened, our mouths cried out in silent gasps. I filled my hands with the beautiful curves of her body. My mouth feasted on her breasts, her straining neck, her lips. Her back arched and my fingers felt every rib as she strained. Her nails dug deeply into my back, then lower to grab my buttocks and pull me deeper into herself.
Her legs spread wide and our pubic hair meshed together – our hair that was so similarly colored that our relationship as brother and sister could be seen just in that. I felt the tears on her cheeks and mine ran with hers as we finally gave to each other what we had longed to give.
We drank each other’s kisses like wine, intoxicated by the touch, drunk from the passion we shared together. Brother and sister… brother and sister… drinking deeply of each other, loving each other…
I had to stifle her cries with my own lips but soon it didn’t matter. It was a wonder that our parents didn’t hear our groans, our anguished, passionate cries.
She tightened like a coiling spring – every muscle contracting – trembling – shaking – until she burst against me. Sara gasped heartily and her body rocked against mine – her hips thrusting involuntarily, drawing me into herself over and over and over. I could feel her walls pulsing and clenching around my shaft, warm fluids flowing over my skin. She buried her face in my neck and cried and moaned until I thought she couldn’t get any louder.
She then shocked me, pulling my head down and kissing me fiercly and with more force than she’d ever done before. Her body felt like it was pulling me into itself – her feet wrapped tightly around my butt to hold me inside. Though we weren’t moving, I could still feel her body gripping me, stroking me – deep inside herself. I felt my body begin to pulse… felt my penis start to swell… felt my balls retracting and I had to pull myself up and away, barely sliding myself out before unleashing myself, ejaculating all over her pulsing and quivering lips. Even now her legs pressed against me to pull me back inside and I knew I shouldn’t have but once the last burst of semen had pushed out onto her I let Sara draw me back into herself – feeling my body glide into her with no effort.
We embraced, gasping, still straining together, mesmerized at the feel of our oneness.
As night fell, and sleep drifted in, we still clung together – still united, still one body. Brother and sister, asleep in each other’s arms. Sister and brother, bodies united as lovers.
Music and many voices drifted around us, nearly as thick as the lazy cloud of cigarette smoke hovering in the bar. Tanya and I were out on the town, our first date since she’d come back from visiting her family when her grandfather passed away. She looked over at me and grinned, taking another sip of her drink. I grinned back, loving how beautiful she was when she smiled, and so glad to see her feeling more like herself again.
It was still a challenge not to daydream about my sister while with her it was weird navigating through the affection I felt for both girls and sometimes got really crisscrossed. However tonight was a good night and as I listened to Tanya tell me funny stories about her family I was really enjoying being with her and very present with her. She looked fabulous tonight her black hair falling across her shoulders, light touch of blue eye shadow, her lips glistening in a subtle shade of rose. She looked great. She looked like herself again. Inside I was still wondering what she could see in me but could tell she really liked something about me.
I was just telling her an embarrassing story from when I was a kid when a small crowd of rowdy college-age students started making their way from the pool table over to the bar. Most of them were drunk and loud-mouthed one guy in particular who was mocking people at the tables he passed, his arm around the waist of his blonde, whorishly-dressed girlfriend. “Fuck” and many slurred variations of the word seemed to make up most of his vocabulary as he boisterously trash-talked the people he passed by, his pals and their girlfriends following behind and laughing at his antics.
Tanya looked at me and rolled her eyes in annoyance at the guy. I stopped talking as they walked past us as it was no longer possible to hear each other talk. The blonde girl bumped into a chair and stumbled, making the loudmouth spill some of his drink. With a rude slap to the back of her head he angrily yelled, “Bitch! Fuckin’ whore!”
The next thing I knew, Tanya had leaped out of her chair and was in the guy’s face. “Hey asshole, don’t you dare touch her like that!”
He smirked angrily and shoved her back into our table. “Get outta my fuckin’ face, bitch!” I was out of my chair in a shot, grabbing Tanya by the shoulders to steady her and turning to stand between her and the loudmouth.
“Oh what? You gonna start something? You fuckin’ pussy you wanna go?” he mocked, getting right up in my face. I shoved him back only to have him plant both hands on my chest and push me back, off balance into the table. The table toppled and I fell in a heap against a chair and the floor with silverware, napkins and plates falling on and around me. Tanya had just barely stepped out of the way and was already helping me up. The guy’s rude laughter was all I could hear.
I rushed to my feet, Tanya stepping back. Everyone’s eyes were on us people at the tables around us had stood in alarm, many backing away. The guy’s pals were obviously shocked and unsure what to do. I took all this in the seconds it took to stand. The loudmouth was laughing and stepped forward so I could smell the beer on his breath as he said, “Toldya you were a fuckin’ pussy. You and your fuckin’ whore!”
The fact that I’d never been in a fight before skipped through my head a little too late to stop my fist from crashing clumsily into the side of the guy’s head. He staggered back with a drunken look of surprise before returning with a punch that slammed into my chest, and another to my cheek. I saw stars but was also seeing red and caught him across the face with my left and threw my shoulder into a punch with my right that caught him hard on his jaw, sending him staggering back and falling back over a chair.
As if the night weren’t insane enough, his blonde girlfriend rushed me and started scratching and clawing at me. I saw the guy starting to get up but couldn’t shake the girl off. Suddenly her head jerked backwards and she screamed, reaching up to her head and I saw Tanya angrily pulling the girl off me by her hair. It wasn’t a moment too soon because the loudmouth rushed at me and caught me in a tackle that pushed me back but I was able to twist and cram my hand into his face, using his momentum to throw him back down to the ground… into someone’s dinner plate and a heap of burger and fries on the carpet.
I felt hands grab me from behind and was about to fight back until I heard them saying, “Calm down man”, and “Sorry man, we’ll get him out”. I relaxed and the guys let me go the friends of the loudmouth, obviously upset at their friend. A few of them picked him up and escorted him out, several apologizing to me on the way. I looked to see the blonde girl being escorted out by some of the girls in the group.