It was Lena who taught me to dance, who vetted my girlfriends (not that there were that many; it was Lena I used as a yardstick for comparison, and not many at all came even close to measuring up to her), and who commiserated with me when one of my fleeting relationships went south, as they all inevitably did; I guess, when I look back now, subconsciously I was looking for the one girl who was everything Lena was without actually being Lena. I never found her.
Eventually, we ended-up side-by-side on that hideous couch, Lena with her legs curled under her and my arm around her, watching some soppy late-night movie.
Chick-flick movies were Lena’s one weakness, and I sat with her, mainly to hand her tissues as she sniffled, sobbed, and gasped along with the mush-headed heroine, who seemed to me to be going out of her way to fuck-up her relationship with her equally mush-headed love-interest. I decided early-on he should have been out instead looking for a slutty chick with fewer commitment issues, instead of hoping for some from this dimwit, so I shut off completely.
At last, the interminable epic was over, I was almost terminally bored, and there was a pile of crumpled tissues on the couch next to Lena, so a successful evening from her point of view. As the end credits rolled, Lena made no effort to move, and I thought that (God help me… please) there was yet another one of these horror stories coming on, but no…
Lena reached up and pulled my head down, kissed me on the cheek and whispered;
“Thank you for sitting-up with me, Dar, I know you hate these films. You can let go of my arse now…!”
I looked at her in mild incomprehension, then my eyes widened in shock as I realised I was holding her buttock firmly, not even realising I was doing it in my stunned state from watching that God-awful film…
I let her go like I’d been scalded, stuttering out apologies as my face burned, but she pecked me on the cheek again.
“It’s alright, Dar, I know you weren’t trying anything on with me, I could see how out of it you were. Besides,” she grinned cheekily, “it was quite nice, if you know what I mean!”
She scootched up even closer to me, took my hand and put it back on her bum.
“There, that feels better, I like it there, Dar, keep it there for a while, please!” she smiled, so I did, much as I wanted to snatch it away; I had no business holding my sister, aunt, whatever, so intimately, but she obviously felt differently. I tried slowly sliding it off her smooth flank, but she just clicked her tongue and put it right back, growling;
“I said liked it; now stop moving it away, Dar!”
We sat for a while, Lena obviously enjoying the feel of my hand on her taut buttock, and to be honest, so was I; I was at war with myself; part of me was repulsed at the thought I was effectively groping my kid sister’s backside, but another, darker, hornier part of me was thoroughly enjoying the smooth supple feel of her delightful rump under my hand. I began to make involuntary squeezing, massaging movements with my hand, and Lena sighed and moved even tighter against me, putting her arm around my waist and pressing her face into the crook of my neck.
When I realised what I was doing I stopped, Lena making a small discontented sound into my neck, but I really thought enough was enough; after what I’d seen that morning, this was perhaps a step too far. Instead I gently patted her bottom, a chaste, brotherly ‘tap, tap’.
“Come on you, it’s late, don’t you want to go to bed?” I said, realising how it sounded as the words left my mouth, but Lena didn’t bite, she just uncurled and slid upright, pulling me up with her.
“Come on then Darryl, you made me get up, so you have to get up too!”
I grinned and indicated the bathroom to her, she smiled prettily and slipped into the bedroom to change into her night wear while I checked the doors and windows and pulled down the window-shades. Just then, Lena came out of the bedroom, her toiletries and a bath towel over her arm.
“I’m having a nice long shower, if I come back and find you snoring and sprawled across the bed, I’ll kick you, got it?” she grinned at me, one eyebrow raised, and I had to grin as I nodded in agreement.
I changed and slid into bed, still slightly weirded-out by sharing a bed with my sister, but made sure I only took up the minimum space on the not overly large double-bed. I was just beginning to drop off when I heard Lena’s hairdryer humming in the sitting room. The rhythmic sound lulled me, and I fell fast asleep.
I woke with the scent of strawberries in my nostrils, Lena’s shampoo, but that wasn’t what woke me; years of sleeping with one ear open listening for my pager to go off had honed my hearing to a fine-tuned detection device, and what had awakened me had been a gasp from Lena, intruding into my confused dream of soft skin and damp heat, and pulling me back into wakefulness.
At the same time a feeling of moist warmth was enveloping the tip of my penis, which was at an aching pitch of throbbing hardness, solidly, painfully erect. A warm hand was wrapped around me, holding me as the sensation of hot moistness ebbed and flowed. Lena was holding me, and as I looked down at her, she looked back up at me, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she grinned at me.
“The sleeper awakens!” she whispered, as I struggled between the echoes of my dream, and the reality of now, which was that Lena was lying up against me, naked, her lovely, hard-nippled breasts pressed against me as she rubbed my cock against her moist hairless slit. My shorts were half way down my thighs, so presumably she’d slid them down when she pulled out my cock.
I lay there for a moment, enjoying the feel of her dampness against my sensitive head, the heat from her slit enticing and sexy, before I realised what we were doing and began to pull away from her.
“Uh-uh, Doctor-Boy, not finished yet!” gasped Lena, rubbing the head of my cock against her clitoris, the hard nub obvious against the tender flesh of my cock head. She began to gasp harder, her movements faster and more definite as she stroked her slit against my hardness, the lips dragging wetly along my length. Her hips pumped as she masturbated fiercely against me, until suddenly she went rigid, her eyes rolling back as a spurt of warmth coated my cock and balls. Lena shuddered and mewled as her orgasm pulsed through her, her shudders gradually dying away as she came down, to collapse into me.
I held her close, feeling her heart hammering even as I wondered how the hell I was going to get out of this without really offending her; however, the one question I wanted to avoid at all costs was the only one I could think of asking; ‘what made you decide to have a wank against me, Lena, now of all times?’
Eventually she slid her arms around my neck and looked up at me, no trace of guilt or embarrassment, just a happy grin as she pulled herself up and kissed me on the tip of my nose.
“That was nice, Darryl, I should have done that years ago!” she giggled, and then laughed at my expression.
“Oh Darryl, you should see your face; you look like someone just shoved an extra-large cucumber right up your arse!”
I looked at her, painfully aware that my erection was undimmed by her finishing herself off on it; if anything, it was even more engorged, and her pebble-hard nipples poking solidly into me were not helping matters any.
She reached down and started to slide my shorts off, and I resisted, until I realised that there was no point; I had a tremendous boner prodding her in the stomach, so modesty wasn’t my most pressing concern right now.
I tipped her head back to look into her eyes.
“Why, Lena, why now?
She grinned cheekily.
“If I’d asked, would you have said yes?”
I looked away.
“Probably not.”
She pulled my head back around to look at her.
“That’s why Darryl. I’ve wanted to do that, and more, for the longest time now, but you were gone for so long, and then all that business at home happened, and I had to choose between the olds and you; I chose you.”
I snorted.
“Lena, you left your parents because you wanted to rub-off against me? That’s just not rational, and I thought you were nothing but!”
She kissed me on the base of my throat.
“No Darryl, I didn’t choose you because I wanted a cheap thrill; I came with you because I’ve been in love with you since I was five years old; couldn’t you tell? All I ever wanted was to be near you, all I ever did was to please you! When we had that… that thing, when I was 15, and I thought I’d lost you, I was really afraid you were going to leave, sick as you were, just sneak away one day and never come back. I was terrified they’d find you dead in some squalid room somewhere, starved to death or with a needle in your arm, or something like that. I was so frightened I cried for days. I used to get up at night, every night, and check your room, just to make sure you were still there, that I hadn’t lost you, but you never knew, because I wanted you to be happy to be home with me again, with me, do you understand? I love you Darryl Morgan, and you’re not going anywhere without me!”