We were sitting in the gymnasium stands watching the girls’ volleyball team practice. I don’t think there is a prettier natural attraction than watching eleven teen girls in body hugging shirts and painted on mid-thigh spandex shorts. Even their thirty something coach was hot. As my best friend and I admired the bouncing tits and flashing legs he said to me “Damn she looks good, her legs go from the floor all the way to her ass, and her ass is a long way from the floor. God, those legs would feel great wrapped around my waist.”
I was concentrating on three different female butts just then and didn’t catch who he was talking about “Huh, which one?”
“Kate. Look at her man, she’s so awesome, I would pay to get her hot for me.”
I looked across the floor to the girl he was talking about just as she leaped off the floor, her long lithe body stretched as graceful as a leaping Gazelle from toes to fingers as she spiked the ball down to the opposite side of the net. If a photographer had been able to catch her while her feet were two feet off the floor, he could have put the picture on the front of Sports Illustrated. Kate is a senior, like us. At 18 years, two months and 4 days old she is 5’9 12, 132 pounds and wears a 36C bra. She has hazel down-turned eyes under full arched brows accented by long lashes. High prominent cheek bones border her nose which is straight but flares slightly at the tip. Wide full lips turn up in the corners in a natural attractive smile that reveals possibly her only flaw. She has a narrow gap between her upper front teeth that she can spit a stream of water through. Her shoulder length ash blonde hair looked styled by sweat and exercise just then. I even knew she has a two-inch scar on her left hip, just at the top of her thigh.
Yeah, I had to admit Kate was pretty hot but there was a reason I knew so much personal stuff about her, I looked at Dean and said “Hey, quit talking trash about my sister goddammit, I’ll kick your ass.”
He looked at me “Come on man, even you gotta admit you like hanging around your twin. Tell me you don’t steal peeks and looks when she’s walking around your house.”
“Fuck you asshole, let’s get out of here, I have to warm up the car.”
It was three days before Christmas and we’d just gotten out of our last class before a long holiday break. My family and I were going to Park City for a winter skiing vacation and I was looking forward to it. It was nasty winter gray and cold outside so I went to warm the car and wait for Kate to come out so we could go home. The heater was just beginning to blow warm air from the defrosters when she came out of the gym. She was walking with her best friend Pepper, a brunette who closely matched Kate in height and attractiveness but as they trudged through slush and stepped over chunks of icy snow it was Kate I watched. Her face was barely visible through the hood of her coat but her long legs wrapped in denim caught my eyes. I felt a wash of guilt as I imagined those legs bare. She opened the door, put her ass on the passenger seat with her back to me and banged her feet together to knock the snow off her boots then folded her knees and pulled them in, Pepper leaned down to look across my sister and wished me a Merry Christmas then Kate closed the door. She turned to face me put her hands around my arm so her fingers were between my arm and my side, they were cold and she was using me to warm them, “Fuck it’s cold. Let’s go.”
Later that afternoon I was cozy in sweats while lazing on the sofa watching Dr. Who when my fraternal twin came into the front room sat down facing me and said “Hey.”
I looked at her “What?”
“I heard you broke up with Kelly, did you?”
“I think it was more like she broke up with me. She got all strange and said I was cramping her style whatever the hell that means. Dean told me she’s going to Bonkers with Allen this weekend.”
“Huh, she must be all broke up about breaking up. Well I didn’t like her anyway, you’re too good for a bitch like her.”
“What the hell do you know about who I’m good for or not? What are you now, my match maker?”
“You’ve been dating her for months, doesn’t that bother you, aren’t you mad at Allen or something?”
“Ah fuck Kate, it’s not like I’m going to go out and blow up her home or anything, if I did my next date would be some guy’s asshole up in Attica or somewhere.”
My sister twisted away to watch me flick through channels on the TV. We sat silent for several minutes watching Gilligan aggravate the Captain on MeTV.
I broke the silence, “Are you packed?”
“Not yet but Mom said to make sure we were ready to go in the morning then she left.”
“Where’d she go?”
“To buy some snow boots.” My sister turned her head and studied me intently, “It’s bothering you” she declared.
I knew she was referring to my breakup with Kelly. “I’m not bothered” I retorted sharply as I focused on the TV. After volleyball practice she had showered and changed into a pair of loose legged casual shorts and a sleeveless front button blouse, I could see through the arm hole that she wore a black bra.
“So says he with the furled brow and pinched eyes. Come on, I can read you like a large print book, tell me” she pressed again.
“Shut the fuck up” I replied because I didn’t want to discuss what I was actually thinking. It wasn’t my ex-girlfriend on my mind but what Dean had said about her.
“No I won’t shut the fuck up, what’s up?”
Sometimes it was a pain in the ass having a twin, it seemed she knew my feelings, my moods, my mind even more than me. I looked at her “Could you like Dean?”
“What? No! Not like that,” she replied with sincerity, “he’s okay as your friend but he is too much into himself. When I hang with a guy I don’t want to hear how great he is or how lucky I am to be with him. Besides, he has ugly Ferengi ears.”
“What ears?”
“Ferengi, those nasty little creatures on Star Trek.”
She made me laugh, Dean did have odd looking ears. “Could you like anyone on the teams?” I asked, hoping she’d say no because most of my teammates are players and I didn’t want my sister to be a toy.
“Well, I’m dating Zac and he’s not a jock,” she paused for moment, her eyes moved off me for a second then she looked back and admitted cautiously with a slight reddish tint in her cheeks, “but there’s one jock that could get me on my back.”
A surge of irritation flushed through me as I turned back to the TV. I don’t know why it bothered me so much. I mean she could like anyone she wanted and she is smart enough to know how guys are and can take care of herself but still, athletes are at the apex of girl predators. I couldn’t explain my recent feelings of anxiety or concern that Kate would be hanging with any of the sports stars, after all they were my teammates; I was one of them. At least her boyfriend didn’t sit in the back of class and talk about fucking her, if they did it at all. I didn’t brag about my exploits either so maybe that is why the others irritated me so much. Listening to some of them talk about getting ass could convince a newcomer that every girl in our school put out any time she was asked. I was particularly wary of Dean, my best friend. He’d been saying some pretty raunchy stuff about my sister lately and I was ready to punch him out.
“Come on, tell me what’s wrong.” she said again as she bent over to pull off her shoes. When she did, I caught a glimpse of the black material covering her crotch up the opened gap in the leg of her shorts. Dean’s word echoed, ‘Tell me you don’t steal peeks and looks when she’s walking around your house.’
I averted my eyes before she caught me checking her out, “Nothing.”
I felt a shift on the cushion, “Come on little brother, are you sure?” she said in a tone I’ve heard many times.
Ever since Kate found out she elbowed past me to get out of our mother’s womb 12 minutes before me she’s called me little brother, usually before pouncing on me for some reason, “Pretty sure” I returned, preparing to defend myself.
She eased closer, “Really?” Her voice was low, soft, a warning of her intentions.
“Yeah, rea–” I got out just as she launched. She started tickling my waist causing me to jump and stand and she followed. I retaliated, my fingers went to her ribs and she burst out laughing, trying to get away but still digging at my ribs. She stopped to breathe and I took the opportunity to start tickling her again. She yelped and fell back to the sofa, bringing me down on top of her. We turned into a snake-ball of arms and legs, giggles and tickles until we both were out of breath.
Our legs were entangled in a Gordian Knot and my face was buried in her still damp hair, I inhaled the scent of shampoo, green apples. I felt her chest heaving up and down with her heavy breathing, each intake of air causing her breasts to press against my chest. My dick was centered on her crotch, it twitched. If it weren’t for our clothes —.
She and I had been wrestling and tussling ever since I could remember but this time was totally different. Different in the way we clutched and grabbed, different in the way she pulled me to her, in the way I reacted. Lying between her legs sent hot blood directly to my prick which started growing, it didn’t matter she was my sister. I had on loose sweat pants and she was wearing casual shorts which meant she would feel my developing boner. I pulled my face from her hair and looked at her. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips slightly apart as she puffed for air. Our faces were not even an inch apart when her pelvis moved gently against my swelling prick and she sipped a short breath.
Our gazes were locked and without conscience thought I bent down and placed a kiss on her lips. Our mouths fused softly for a long moment before I pulled back and stared at her. She didn’t respond, she just searched my face with unreadable eyes which panicked me. I started to blurt out an excuse for the unplanned act when she pulled out of her trance lifted her head off the cushion and kissed me back. Her soft lips captured my upper lip; she caressed it briefly then opened her mouth to give me a full contact kiss. Our tongue tips fenced lightly while her hands went to the nape of my neck. My hands clutched her body just below her breasts and I gripped her tighter, she pulled away from the kiss then puffed a hot breath past my ear. She stared up at me with a sharp intensity for maybe three seconds then drew another deep breath, closed her eyes and put her lips back to mine.
We made out like we were on a date for a minute or so and just before I moved my hands to her tits she pulled back and took a shuddering breath “Do you want to know who could get to me?” Her voice was barely audible, quavering slightly.
“Huh?” That seemed like a totally wrong question to ask after necking like a lover with me. My head cleared and I pushed up from my sister’s body but I stayed connected to her below the waist “Who?”
She was flushed red, her eyes wary, I could see her heart pounding a rapid drum beat in her neck artery, “Dylan” she whispered.
I first thought she was preceding her words with my name but when nothing followed ‘Dylan’ I stopped breathing for a second because I am Dylan, the only Dylan she knows. Her words stirred me in a way I’d never felt before. My sister just admitted she liked me? That way? I knew she wasn’t talking about the twin sister connection, her statement was girlfriend, not family, my dick hardened even more.
The look on her face told me she was unsure of how I would take her confession so she needed to know that I wasn’t repulsed. I’d been fantasizing about her ever since I got my first erection; at first I tried to deny what was in my head but then I just went with it. Dean was more right than he knew, just watching my sister around the house got me all twitchy and shaky sometimes.
I said it without words, I kissed her again, with feeling, an acceptance of her admission. She sighed into my mouth which caused a physical vibration clear to my toes. She pushed her crotch against me which made me even harder, I pulled away from her lips, “If you do that again Kate, I’ll blow a load.” Doubt again took hold of me, should I say crap like that to my own sister?
She stared at me wide eyed then blushed, “From just a kiss?” She pulled her lower lip between her teeth, her eyes sparked with impishness then Kate hooked her heels over my lower legs, put a hand on my ass to hold me in place then bumped my erection with her groin. “Will that do it?” she asked with a puckish grin. Her movement drove hot spikes of lust from my heart directly to my balls, the cast of her eyes morphed from nervous caution to soft intimacy, a hint of a smile curved her lips.
“Holy crap Kate, we have to stop this” I moved to lift off her.
Her hands went to my back, she held me from moving “Why? Don’t you like girls?” Wow! My heart thudded, what the hell was she saying!?
Thoughts and words jammed up in my head, my heart kicked into race mode, how could I tell my sister I wanted to screw her? I was lost for words, I couldn’t just blurt out “Hey Sis, I want to fuck you.”
“Because if we don’t, well I, uh —, well, I’m sort of getting turned on and I -” I paused, the words were glued to my tongue.
“And you what?” She arched her eyebrows as she asked a question she already knew the answer to.
I looked at her awkwardly and before my numb brain could process an answer, she rolled her back which pressed her crotch firmly against me again. My brain shut down as my hormones took over. She knew what was in my head, she and I have been mentally linked all our lives, “Dylan, don’t be afraid to say it, I’m not afraid to hear it” she encouraged in a soft sexy breath. I knew what she wanted to hear but I had never felt so nervous in my entire life, not even with the first girl to accept my high-strung proposition.
“That I wanted –for a long time ” she looked directly into my eyes, holding them prisoner, I couldn’t look away. My heart was crashing so fucking hard, like I was five yards from a championship touchdown.
“To kiss me?” she mocked; she knew goddamn well what wouldn’t come out of my mouth.
My muscles couldn’t force the air from my lungs so the words were just a weak wheeze “I want to fuck you Kate.” Her head pulled back and she looked at me with large unwavering eyes. My heart slammed, I felt my cheeks burning as I waited for her to come to her senses, to push me off her then hammer me to the floor.
“You do?” she asked barely moving her lips. I was staring at her, waiting for my fantasy to end and her to jump up and push me away. She slid her hands up my back to my shoulders “Hey—–say it again.” She wanted to hear it.
“Ah, yeah, you and me Kate, I want to fuck you” I said, gaining confidence.
She moved her whole body as if to get more comfortable under me then said “Kiss me again, let me know you mean it” then put her arms around my neck. Who the hell was I to refuse her? I put my lips to hers and we got instantly caught up in a make-out session. We were kissing hot and passionate, she bit then sucked on my tongue as my dick throbbed. I was rocking my hips, rubbing my hard-on against her, I was ready to explode.
She pulled her knees up, forming a cradle with her legs to keep me in place then moved her hand left downward, squeezed it between us and explored for my cock. I stopped kissing her and sucked in a breath. “Oh god, Kate, I need to cum right now” I whispered as she stroked my dick. Were we really doing this? My very pretty sexy sister was fondling my hard-on? What the hell had happened in ten minutes?! I closed my eyes as she pressed her palm on my erection and stroked it up and down.