Many thanks to my editor, Thematterisclosed. Without him, this story would not be what it is.
I didn’t mean it to happen. I am a professional, I am a doctor, and I took the Hippocratic Oath. All my training was crystal clear on this matter and there was no gray area or wiggle room. Sexual relations with a patient are absolutely forbidden. Yet I violated that sacred commandment. There were a lot of factors, but the root of it all is I wanted to do it. Jenna seduced me, but I am responsible for my own actions.
It happened just like this; I’d been up half the night with a difficult delivery and was running on fumes. When Jenna Manero came in, I was happy she was my last patient for the day. I had been running behind all day, and had already sent the office staff home. Jenna was a new patient here and she only needed a simple breast exam and pap smear. As she came in, something about her made my antenna prick up; olive skinned, with glossy black hair and huge green eyes, she wore a wrap-around sundress in an attractive green pattern, which brought out the green of her eyes and complimented her skin nicely. Her remarkable beauty tugged me out of my haze of fatigue. She didn’t wear a bra under her dress, that was evident. For some reason I wondered if she had any panties on. As I said, I was tired. These thoughts sometimes sneak up on me when I’m tired.
Trying to put the thought of Jenna’s panties out of my mind, I introduced myself and looked over her medical history. She was an ordinary, healthy young lady of twenty-two.
“Ms. Manero, have you had a pelvic exam before?” I asked her politely.
She told me she had. I made a note and asked her a few more questions: did she have a pap smear done yearly? Yes. Did she do home breast exams? Yes. Did she have any problems or questions? She smiled and shook her head no. Good.
I indicated the paper gown and sheet. “Please undress and put on the gown so that it opens in the front and place the sheet over your lap.” I stepped out to give her the privacy to undress. I was going to see all of her that there was to see, but this ritual helped doctor and patient be detached. I was still wondering about her panties, though, another forbidden thought. Jenna’s beauty was inspiring a lot of those thoughts.
I re-entered to find Jenna reclining on the examination table, robed as instructed. I opened the front of her gown. “I’ll be doing a breast examination now, Ms. Manero, to check for any lumps or irregularities.” She had gorgeous breasts too, round and full with dark nipples and not a hint of sag. She must sun-bathe naked, I thought. She had no bikini lines. The image of her relaxing in the nude popped into my head vividly.
Swiftly, I tried to employ my standard impersonal technique of quickly kneading each breast. It was difficult, especially when her nipples hardened under my touch. I pretended not to notice and was ready to move on with the rest of the exam when she hesitantly asked me, “Could you please tell me… I thought I felt something. Can you check again?”
Sometimes women were worried about their own ability to discern lumps, this was quite ordinary.
“Show me where the problem is,” I requested.
She pressed a spot just below her right nipple. I firmly palpated the spot indicated and found nothing.
“This feels normal. You’re fine.” I gave her a reassuring smile.
“Are you sure? I thought I felt something here.” She touched the bottom of her aereola now.
I palpated again, this time including the edge of her hard nipple. As I started to withdraw my hand, she said, “No, higher.” She guided my fingers onto the tip of her nipple. Then, to my great surprise, she guided my fingers back and forth so that I was fondling the whole nipple. Fondling, definitely not examining for lumps now.
“It’s ok, Ms. Manero,” I said, trying to recover myself, “Everything looks fine.” I closed her gown, shutting out the sight of her breasts. I proceeded to the abdominal examination, pressing down on her lower stomach to feel her internal organs. I tried to regain my composure but I noticed her stomach was flat and smooth to the touch. That was not helping me.
“If you could scoot down to the end here and place your feet in the stirrups,” I instructed her. This would be easier; she couldn’t guide my hands anywhere I didn’t want them to go. She would be at a disadvantage in fact, immobilized with her feet in the stirrups. I was thinking of her as an adversary by now, you see.
She got in position and I sat down on my examination stool, rolling myself up between her legs. I turned up the paper modesty sheet and adjusted the long-necked lamp so that it illuminated the area clearly. The area… her pussy. Her creamy thighs on each side, and right there, wide open and bare, her shaven pussy.
She was just as beautiful between her legs as anywhere else, but I fell back on procedure to detach myself. I began with a visual inspection of the exterior and tilted the lamp for a better view. I knew from experience that the warmth of the lamp could be arousing, but there was nothing for it, I had to be able to see. Her smooth, pale outer labia framed a dark pink, dripping wet pussy. I could smell my patient’s arousal as I drew closer.
“OK, everything looks good here. I am going to insert the speculum now,” I told in my best professional voice.
As I inserted it gently, Jenna moaned. I couldn’t believe this. This was unprecedented, but I continued with the examination.
The instrument slid in easily with no extra lubrication. I had done this hundreds of times, but never had I found it stimulating until now. The way it simply slipped in excited me me; it made me wonder what it would be like to to enter her pussy with my bare fingers. I cleared my throat and adjusted the speculum until her cervix was visible and gathered the necessary sample for the pap smear. Even Jenna could not make this exciting, but when I collapsed the speculum and withdrew it, she moaned again. I had begun to get wet between my own legs. Her moans did not help.
“Now I am going to inspect you from the inside,” I said.
I gritted my teeth to suppress my desire and inserted two gloved fingers. Jenna sighed voluptuously. Her pussy felt wonderful, slippery and hot. I used my two fingers to press up while a hand on her stomach pressed down, catching her organs in between. I honestly didn’t even notice if all was as it should be. All I could think of were Jenna’s vaginal walls as they tensed and relaxed around my fingers. She was still sighing… well, sort of panting now actually.
I debated with myself, my fingers inside her pussy. She wanted it so badly. Would it be wrong if it was consensual? The fact I even considered the idea showed how horny I had become. It must have been that and the fatigue that impaired my judgment and self-control. I withdrew my fingers and pulled off my gloves.
“Jenna, I am going to do an exterior examination,” I lied. I gently parted her lips and touched her slippery folds. I circled her clitoris carefully. Jenna stiffened and responded with a small cry of pleasure.
In my most professional voice I asked, “Have you ever had an orgasm?”
I had no idea how she might respond.
“Well, Jenna, a young woman your age should have experienced one by now. I’ll perform a short procedure now, to observe your response to stimulation. This won’t be painful.”
I reinserted my two fingers, this time without gloves. My other hand resumed its teasing motions, touching all around her clitoris. Jenna was tossing her head and crying out.
“Good,” I encouraged her, “All is normal so far.”
God, I couldn’t help myself. I put my head between her legs and licked her outer lips as my two hands kept working on her. My tongue replaced my fingers, circling her clit. With my other hand, I continued gliding my fingers in and out of her hot, tight pussy. She smelled delicious, musky, arousing. She tasted even better, her slick creamy juice hot and indescribable.
Jenna was straining against the stirrups, her young body tightened up around her pleasure. I pulled away to admire her beauty. The paper sheet had slid off and her gown was open. She was rubbing and pinching her nipples, head back. She whimpered “Don’t stop.” Her toes were curled under, she was close.
My fingers were wet and slick with her moisture. I gently placed the pad of my index finger on her anus. I softly probed it, not trying to enter her. With the fleshy part of my finger, I massaged her entrance. As I kept the circular movements going there, I reinserted two fingers from my other hand into her dripping, delicious pussy.
Her hips were thrusting, her body thrashing about. I opened and closed my own legs, wishing I had three hands, one to stimulate myself. I dove between her legs again, continuing my oral attentions. I did not tease now. I focused on her clit, licking it firmly from bottom to top, in a sweeping motion. I repeated this, listening to Jenna’s moans and cries. I sped up, and then started wiggling her clit back and forth with the tip of my tongue.
Her muscles were tightening around my fingers, she was so close. I plunged my fingers in and out energetically, making wet squishing sounds, moved my tongue even faster. Then her pussy clamped down on my fingers and she screamed out her pleasure. Her body convulsed in the stirrups, but I continued moving until she came to rest with a sigh.
I had never before witnessed a screaming orgasm. I removed my fingers from her and brought them to my mouth. Jenna panted, recovering. I retrieved the paper sheet, replaced it over her lap.
“Well, Jenna, your responses were excellent. I’m pleased to say everything is healthy. You may get dressed now.”
I exited the examination room. I was relieved I had let the office staff go home early. I had no witnesses to my crime. I gave Jenna a few minutes to dress, then opened the exam room door. She was sitting demurely on the edge of the exam table by the time I came in. I picked up her chart, circled the code for pap smear and breast exam.
“Bring this up to the reception window and I’ll get you checked out.” Just the normal doctor routine. She signed and stepped out through the front doors, just like that.
When she was gone, I raced to me office and rushed my fingers into my panties, found my clit and rubbed myself to orgasm quickly. What had I been thinking? Screwing her was forbidden and I wanted to do it again and again. After her departure I dreaded her return, but lusted for it too. My will was broken after tasting her once. What was I going to do?
It had been 5 years since I saw her last. She’s not really my sister. Not in any legal sense. My mother had become her legal guardian when she was eleven years old, after her father died. My mom once dated her father and felt a responsibility to his daughter after h-is death, even though Elizabeth was not my mom’s daughter. Mother could well afford to take care of Elizabeth since my father was a wealthy businessman until his early death from lung cancer. Mom was born into a rich family anyway so she would have been able to afford taking care of Elizabeth without inheriting my father’s fortune. My dad was born dirt-poor, but brought himself up from the ashes of poverty to become one of the American success stories. My mom fell in love with Elizabeth’s father and even after their breakup, she still held onto that love until he died in a tragic car accident.
I remember the first time I saw Elizabeth. Even though my mom and her dad dated, I never met Elizabeth because my mom did not want me exposed to her boyfriends, unless if she were to marry one of them. Our butler picked up Elizabeth at her home and brought her to our house. She was eleven, but her beauty started at a young age. I remember seeing her at the front door. My heart skipped a beat. She had long, flowing, dark hair. Her skin was smooth and soft. She looked so innocent, yet so beautiful at the same time.
Up until the moment I first laid eyes on her, I dreaded having her in my home. It would mean I was no longer the young one in the family. Being an only child up to that point, I cherished my role of being spoiled. Things changed that day.
Despite my original hesitation I found myself protecting Elizabeth, from other girls in school who tried to start trouble with her because she was the new kid on the block. Also, I found myself trying to help her out as much as possible. Elizabeth was always sweet and nice to me. She never once bugged me or made me angry on purpose. She was also very smart and fun to be around.
After two months of living with me and mom in our mansion, Elizabeth felt comfortable to say “I love you.” to me. It became our daily routine to say this to each other. At first I was nervous doing so. Partly because of her striking looks. I was attracted to her from the moment I laid eyes on her. Also, I was fairly shy around girls. Being sheltered in a mansion when not in school didn’t help any.
Elizabeth did a lot to bring me out of my shell. She held my hands a lot. Not because we had to, but because she wanted to. Six months into our living together she first kissed me goodnight, on the lips. It was the first time a girl kissed me on the lips. Even though it was an innocent brother-sister type kiss, I found that it set off a spark within me. I could not get to sleep that night, tossing and turning, thinking about her.
The nightly kisses began after that first time. I think she started it out of appreciation and because she became that comfortable with me. Even so, it was our private little secret. Around my mother she usually hugged me and kissed my cheek. When we were alone it was always a kiss on the lips. I came to look forward to our secret kisses. They were always innocent, never tongue or open mouth, but still thrilling to a shy guy like me.
Over time we grew together. We became very protective of one another and tried to help each other with schoolwork and dealing with other kids. When I was in high school I started dating other girls. I never brought them home. For some reason it didn’t feel right to have them around Elizabeth. I was afraid she would be jealous, or maybe I was more afraid that she wouldn’t be. Even so, Elizabeth never seemed to date.
When I graduated high school, I was considering colleges across the country. I had my choice of colleges. I was going to go to a big-name ivy-league college, until Elizabeth threw a fit.
“I guess you are leaving now.” Elizabeth said with her arms crossed over her mature breasts.
“I guess so.” I shrugged my shoulders.
“So that’s it? You’re just going to take off and leave me all alone here?” Elizabeth said.
I walked back to her and grabbed her arms with my hands.
“Elizabeth, it’s not like that. We will always be close. You mean a lot to me. You know that.” I said hoping to reassure her.
“I know. I will just miss you. Please don’t go.” She said with tears forming in her eyes.
By this point I could never say “No” to Elizabeth. Where I went to college really didn’t matter to me. Mom raised me and Elizabeth well enough so we didn’t become snobs like the kids in our neighborhood. Yes, we were spoiled to a degree, but we learned the value of hard work and earning our way as well.
“I’ll think about it.” Is all I could muster up.
I dreaded the discussion with her, because I didn’t know how to say goodbye. Elizabeth had become such a big part of my life that I could no longer imagine a life without her in it on a constant basis. Truthfully, I was dreading college.
Elizabeth stormed off to her room and slammed the door shut. Luckily, my mother’s room was on the other side of the mansion. As we grew up my mom realized our need for space, independence that all kids need in their awkward years. I stood outside of Elizabeth’s room shocked. This was very unlike her. I felt myself become nervous. I wanted to knock on the door, but I remembered our many conversations about that. She never wanted me to knock. Our feelings was that whatever was hers was mine and vice versa. So I entered her room and saw her face down on her massive bed. It once belonged to a queen. I pulled back the thin curtains from the bed as I walked up the two steps.
I sat down next to her and heard her try to stifle her cries. My hand reached out as I tried to soothe her tears away.
“Elizabeth………..I’m not going to go. I’ll go to college around here.” I said.
“Really?” She asked as she raised her head and looked at me through tear streaked eyes.
“Yeah. I didn’t want to go away, anyway.” I said.
She moved over to me quickly and hugged me. She kept hugging me for a long time and I patted her hair and her back, trying to reassure her that I was not leaving.
“I guess I’m not being fair. It’s your future. You shouldn’t let me interfere with it.” She said wiping the last of the tears away.
“I want to stay. To tell you the truth it would be hard to leave. I would be lonely without you.” I said truthfully.
“You are so sweet.” She said and hugged me again.
I held her for a very long time. We both fell asleep like that.
As she approached her high school years, I noticed signs that she was dating. She kept it from me much like I kept my dating from her. We shared just about everything else, but there was a bit of discomfort sharing our love lives. I could see Elizabeth maturing into a woman in front of my eyes. She had always been feminine from the moment I met her, but now it was on a more mature level. Her perfume was now meant to draw men. At times her door would even be locked, which was something we never did before. What could I expect though? Even living at home there were some nights I would not come home after dates with my various girlfriends. Elizabeth was always awkward with me when I did return home. I should have seen the signs of jealousy back then.
It happened one day before her Prom. She had already turned 18 years old earlier than most of her fellow classmates because she had to repeat a grade when she moved here. Having your last surviving parent die that early on in life will do it to you. I was going to Elizabeth’s room to talk, as we usually did. I heard sounds from her room and when I entered I was shocked to see a guy between her legs. They were having sex. I had never seen her naked before. She was always careful about nudity around me. The most I ever saw was her bikini-clad body. She always wore tasteful bikinis so it was tempting, but not too revealing.
The sight hit me like a ton of bricks in the chest. I backed out of her room and closed her door quietly. I entered my room and slammed the door shut. From that moment on our relationship changed. I started distancing myself from her and spending more time with my college girlfriend. I don’t think Elizabeth ever knew I caught her and her boyfriend having sex, but I suspect she must have known. She always asked me what was wrong, but I always denied anything being wrong.
I struggled with myself, because I knew I was jealous. I still wouldn’t bring my girlfriend around the mansion, but I spent more time with her than at home. Around this time I noticed Elizabeth rebelling more. She came home late and was in trouble a lot. I shrugged it off and acted like it didn’t matter. It hurt. I just felt we lost that connection that we had for so many years.
I considered transferring colleges, because I knew I could have gotten a better education at one of the bigger colleges and experienced more of what life had to offer. I still couldn’t bring myself to cut off my connection with Elizabeth, as strained as it was. It was all I had. Mom was always distant though loving when she was around. Her boyfriends were her first passion and she still held to her stance of not bringing them around me and Elizabeth so we didn’t have to go through the heartbreak of one temporary father-figure after another.
We were at the point of me graduating college and Elizabeth graduating high school. Elizabeth and I decided to spend one last summer at our vacation cabin. Now that we were adults, Mom was free to go on her dream vacation with her boyfriend at that time.
Elizabeth and I had ended our relationships at that time, knowing we wouldn’t be around to continue on with them. It was a stressful time, but we were hoping to get away from it all. I loved our cabin. It was in my family long before I was born. It had a lot of family history and felt more like home than the mansion ever did. Every summer, without exception, was spent at the cabin on the lake.
It was just Elizabeth this summer. Without mom around, I felt like I could be free to try and repair our relationship without any awkwardness of trying to hide my actions as well. I drove in silence. The six hour drive always felt like a cleansing of sorts. Whatever pressures I had during the year, vanished on the long drive to the cabin.
Elizabeth didn’t mutter a word, but I could tell her worries eased on this drive as well. She looked so beautiful and her beauty only helped remind me of my loneliness. Having no girlfriend didn’t help matters, but I knew I couldn’t start anything up until my new life settled down and that wouldn’t be for awhile. I was on the verge of my dream life coming true. I always wanted to be a writer and a lot of my college projects opened that world up to me in ways many others had to struggle to obtain.
When we finally arrived at the cabin it was with relief. A long drive in silence could seem even longer than if there was good conversation to ease the travel. We unpacked the things from the trailer hitched to the jeep. When everything was unloaded we sat down for supper.
“Don’t you think it’s about time we talked?” I asked.
“About what?” Elizabeth asked defiantly.
“About the bug that has been up your ass for so long. What’s wrong with you?” I asked.
“Nothing! What’s wrong with you? Why are you being an asshole?” She shot back.
I calmed down some before I spoke again.
“Listen if we can’t repair our relationship than we might as well forget being here together for the summer. I don’t want to fight. I love you, but I can’t take this.” I said, trying to salvage our last summer together.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Graduating and knowing you will be moving off. I just feel lost.” Elizabeth said looking down at her untouched food.
I patted her hand.
“That makes two of us. If we don’t try to fix things now, though, we will never fix it. I don’t want that. I love you and I don’t want us to keep going the way we are going.” I said as I stood up.
“Neither do I. I love you too. I really do. I just feel like I was no longer important to you when you would spend nights with your girlfriends and not come home.” Elizabeth revealed.
“You will always be important to me. No matter what happens. I don’t want to lose that. To lose you. And speaking of relationships, I’m not the only one guilty of that. You spent a lot of time with your boyfriends the past few years as well.” I said.
“I guess we are both guilty as charged. The question is : now what?” She said smiling a little.
“We just spend time together and get to know one another again. It’s the least we can do after what we did the past four years.” I said.
“I agree.” She said.
She stood and hugged me. It felt good. We hadn’t hugged in quite awhile before that moment. We held each other. She kissed me on the lips, but this time the kiss seemed more charged than ever. We hadn’t kissed even longer than the last time we hugged. This time there seemed to be a spark. We both noticed it. We pulled apart awkwardly. I felt an erection start to grow. I could see her nipples through her tank top. Clearly not wearing a bra didn’t help her in the coolness of the night.
“Well I am famished. I am going to eat this good meal you made.” She said and sat down and started eating fast.
I had already eaten, so I thought rapidly on what I could do to fill the silence. I feigned being tired, though not much, because after the long drive I was partially tired, I said goodnight and went to bed. Before I knew it sleep had overtaken me.
The next morning I woke up. Elizabeth was dressed in her jogging sweats. I was dressed in mine. We both left the cabin in silence. We smiled at each other. The atmosphere seemed a lot friendlier than it has been in a long time. Even in her sweats she was striking with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. We jogged down the path to the lake as we did every summer. The lake was on our property. It was a nice summer morning. No heat, but it wasn’t cool either. The temperature was just right. We dropped to the grass at the edge of the lake where the deck started. I would have the boat ready for the next day. We had people who checked on the cabin and service the boat throughout the winter doing repairs and tune-ups. Still I liked to make sure everything was in order. Better safe than sorry.
“Nice day for a swim.” Elizabeth commented when she caught her breath.
“Yeah, too bad we didn’t bring our swimsuits.” I said.
“That’s what birthday suits are for.” She said laughing.
“Someone might see.” I said.
“You are such a chicken. Who would see, but me? It’s not like this isn’t private property.” She said.
“Ok, if that’s the way you want it.” I said. I stripped off my sweats and ran into the lake naked.
When I came up to the surface of the water I saw Elizabeth undressing. I took in the amazing sight of her ample breasts. She stripped down her sweatpants and lacy panties. The sun shined off her body as if trying to highlight her perfection. Her nipples were big and round as they hardened at the touch of the morning air. Her pussy was trimmed into a triangle shape that was sexy without being too hairy. She looked like a grown woman. Seeing her fully naked for the first time since I caught her having sex sent my heart racing. I had to look away to avoid being caught staring. She ran down the deck and dove in the water.
I had to duck under the water to try and hide my blush so I wouldn’t reveal myself. She surfaced near me. An erection grew that I would not be able to hide. I hoped it would die down before we got out of the water or I would be embarrassed.
“What are you looking at?” She asked sarcastically as she splashed me.
I splashed her back and soon we were wrestling in the water. Our bodies collided many times and the nudity only helped strengthen my body’s desire for her. As I held her arms behind her back I laughed at still being able to conquer her so easily.
“Bully.” She said kidding me.
“That’s me. Now tell me you’ll be my slave and serve me dinner tonight.” I said joking.
“I would do that anyway.” She said seriously.
I realized our nude bodies were touching. There was no way she couldn’t feel my erection pressed up against her pussy, even in the water. The moment was filled with tension.
“I might be helpless, but I can still get you!” She said.
She leaned in and kissed me on the lips. Startling me, I let her arms loose from my grip. The kiss was longer than ever before and had passion behind it. Our tongues didn’t meet, but it was a kiss unlike most sibling’s kisses. Our mouths pulled apart from one another but we hovered close. The tension was even worse. Her hard nipples poked into my chest as my hard cock poked into her pussy. We were practically on the verge of having sex.
“Elizabeth………I dom’t think this is a good idea.” I heard myself say even though I wanted it more than anything in the world.
“You’re right. Sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I think not having a boyfriend is affecting me more than I thought it would.” She said as she pulled back from me.
I felt the emptiness of her body no longer against mine and felt regret at having mentioned anything.
“It’s cool. I know the feeling. I am going through the same thing.” I said and we swam in place in awkward silence for a bit.
She turned as a blush came over her face. She swam for shore and I followed. Thankfully the coldness of the morning water helped ease my erection down to fairly normal size. I couldn’t help look at her awesome body as she exited the water. Drops of water dripped off her sexy body. Her ass was round and the sun shined off of it. If she were my girlfriend I would have made love to her at that moment. Instead I exited the water and came up behind her. I slapped her ass playfully before running away to grab my clothes and put them on.
I dressed much faster than her. She had a hard time getting her tight top over her fully matured breasts. Even so, with them being wet her nipples still showed through her jogging top. I whistled mockingly and she flipped me the finger playfully. When she had her top on we walked together up the path back to the cabin. I put my arm around her shoulder and she leaned into me. This was the closest we had been in years. She put her arm around my back. If someone had seen us they would have thought we were a couple instead of almost being siblings.
We made sandwiches and went out for a picnic for lunch. We ate and talked about all the things we kept from one another.
“I caught you having sex once.” I said.
“No you didn’t!” She laughed and blushed looking away.
“No kidding. I was going to come to your room and talk about an exam in college and I caught this guy on top of you.” I said.
“Really? I tried to hide my sex life much like you did with your girlfriend, what’s-her-name.” She stated.
“Shelly?” I said and we both laughed.
“Yeah. Why do you think we have to hide our lovers from one another?” She asked.
“Maybe jealousy?” I stated/asked.
“Maybe. You think if we didn’t grow up together that we would be a couple?” She asked.
“A good possibility. You are my type, you know.” I stated.
“Really?” She looked surprised.
“Really. Shelly looked kind of like you.” I stated.
“I wouldn’t know. I never had the honor of meeting the slut.” She said.
“A-ha! You are jealous!” I said.
“No more jealous than you walking in on me losing my virginity!” She said and threw a cupcake at me.
I dodged it and laughed.
“Really?” I asked when I realized she was serious.
“Really. That was the only time I ever had sex, I’ve only done it once.” She stated and stared at the grass under the blanket.
“Why haven’t you done it since then?” I asked nervously.
“Why do you think? We’ve always had this………..thing. Me and you, I mean. It’s just……………complicated.” She said and laid down on the blanket.
I joined her and lay down next to her. We had our arms tucked under our heads supporting them as we looked up into the sunny sky.
“What do we do?” I asked with a sigh.
“I don’t know. You are older. More experienced. What do we do?” She asked back.
I leaned up on an elbow and looked at her. She was all I ever wanted. She followed suit leaning on her elbow and staring back at me.
“I’ll always love you. If mom weren’t around I would risk it. I don’t want her to be hurt by this.” I said.
She nodded in silence. I didn’t want it to come to this. We both wanted it. Why do we have to act like we don’t just because society demands some things be forbidden? Elizabeth continued to stare at me and leaned in and kissed me on my lips.
“I love you too.” She said and stood up gathering our things.
We had to run back to the cabin as a sudden downpour soaked us. I threw some logs onto the fireplace and we both huddled around it to dry off. I went to my room and changed into dry clothes and stopped by her room to grab some clothes for her to change into. I tossed them to her as I came back to the living room. She took her shirt off and didn’t bother to hide her nudity. Her sweat pants and panties followed. I tried to look away, but found myself returning to look at her nudity. If I followed my desires I would have made love to her right then and there. Instead I sat and concentrated on trying to hold back my erection.
“Thanks.” She said as she hung her wet clothes in front of the fireplace.
The sight of her lacy panties hanging in front of the fire did nothing to cool my emotions down. Elizabeth only put on the dry panties and a long shirt that used to be mine that she wore to bed a lot. She sat next to me and hugged her bare legs to her chest. I looked at her and knew she was the most beautiful woman in the world to me. I wanted her so much that it literally hurt inside of me.
We sat together in silence. I put my arm around her and we watched the fire as it warmed us up. She looked up at me and we kissed passionately. I pulled away.
“Elizabeth, you know I want this. I just……..can’t. I’m sorry.” I said as I stood up and left her to go to my room alone.
I tossed and turned as the storm raged outside. The door opened and closed in the darkness.
“I’m sorry but can I sleep with you tonight? You know how storms make me feel.” Elizabeth asked.
I pulled back the covers and she got in beside me. Her body was cold and she made cuddled up next to me. I put my arm around her and we fell asleep like that.
I woke up in the middle of the night, Her back was pressed to me. My erection was pressed up against the back of her panties. I moves my hand which was on her stomach and let it glide up to feel her breasts through the thin shirt. Her nipples were hard and I circled them with my fingers. She moaned in her sleep and grinded her butt back against my rock-hard cock. I used my left hand to caress her face as my right hand played with her tits. I leaned down and inhaled her sweet scent. I had completely lost control of my body. It seemed to act on it’s own desires.
Our bodies grinded together again as my right hand traveled down her stomach to the think silk of her panties. It went inside her panties and began rubbing her pussy softly. She moaned again in her sleep and stirred. Her eyelids fluttered as my fingers found her pussy lips and parted them. First one, then two of my fingers entered her. Her eyes opened instantly.
“Mike……….what? What are you doing?” She asked, shocked at my actions.
“I’m sorry. I can’t help myself.” I said as my hand continued rubbing her pussy and my fingers thrust in and out of her.
“Don’t stop. I’ve been wanting this for a long time!” Elizabeth said.
Her hands reached down and covered mine. I dry humped her ass as I fingered her pussy. She moaned and breathed hard. Her tits rising and falling as she whimpered with her pleasure.
“Finger my pussy baby! Oh yeah!” She moaned.
I pulled her panties down to her knees. She rose up some to allow this. I pulled out my cock and rubbed it against her pussy making it wet. I brought it back to her ass and rubbed it against her asscheeks. I spread them and put the head of my cock inside her asshole.
“Oh Fuck!” She shouted.
I laid there and allowed her to get used to the size of my cock inside of her. I began to slide in just a little bit and pulled most of the way out. I kept repeating this sliding in a little further on each thrust.
“Fuck my ass, Mike! Oh baby!” She screamed.
I continued fingering her pussy as I did this. She gasped when I finally thrust my cock all the way into her ass. She was so tight and hot. I kept thrusting in and out, building up a decent pace.
“Do you want this?” I whispered in her ear as I licked it and nibbled on her earlobe gently.
“I want it baby! I want it so bad! Make my pussy cum! I want to feel you cum inside my ass! Oh yeah! I’m cumming!” She cried out.
She came all over my fingers and hand. She sucked on my fingers which left me free to concentrate on fucking her ass. I heard her moaning around my fingers as I thrust in and out of her ass at will.
She squeezed her cheeks together making it an even tighter fuck. My face was pressed to the side of hers while I was slamming my cock in and out of her ass. Our sweat mixed together. I moaned out as I felt my cum surge from my balls to my dick and then into her hot ass.
My breath left my body and I almost passed out. My cock was literally sending streams of sperm into her ass, filling it to the point of overflow. We both lay there breathing together. Trying to catch our breaths as we cooled off. My cock stayed inside of her until it shrank and fell out on it’s own. She rolled over and faced me. She kissed me on the lips a few times before shutting her eyes and falling asleep.
I laid there and watched her until the peacefulness of her sleep caused me to soon follow her.
When I woke at first I thought it was all a dream until I turned over and saw that she was still there. Then the scent of sex filled the air and reminded me of the forbidden things we had done in the night. I smiled as I watched her sleeping. I leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips. I continued to do so as her eyelids fluttered before opening.
She smiled back at me and returned my kisses with the same passion. Her legs we tight together and she crossed one of them over my legs, opening herself for me. I looked down at her spread legs and saw the neatly trimmed triangle of hair over her pussy. I reached down and caressed it with my hand. I rubbed it tight as she closed her eyes again, moaning and biting on her lower lip as I explored her pussy even deeper.
“Fuck me baby!” She screamed out as her eyes opened.
I was shocked. Part of me felt like I had been slapped in the face with a dose of reality. She wasn’t my sister, but close enough to have been my sister. I felt a surge of guilt wash over me. She seemed to have noticed as I pulled back and retreated from her body.
“Oh no you don’t! Don’t leave me here all wet and wanting you!” She demanded.
“I’m sorry.” I said as I rose and headed for the shower naked.
She followed me and tried to force her way in when I went to shut the door. If it wasn’t so sad, it would have been comical how she tried to overpower me when I was so much bigger and stronger than her. I realized what I had to do as she wouldn’t budge.
“Is this what you want? Is it?” I asked as I rubbed my cock between her pussylips.
We both looked down at the sight. She seemed shocked. I felt the urge come over me but tried with all my willpower to resist. Even though seeing my dick at the entrance to her pussy just about set me on fire. Seeing that was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen in my life. She closed her eyes as she absorbed the feeling.
I pulled back and shut the door. I locked it and leaned against it. Surprisingly there was no knock or resistance. I felt bad. As I got in the shower I had to jerk off to deal with the pent up excitement and denying myself what I always wanted. After I finished showering I wrapped the towel around my waist and went into the living room.
I saw Elizabeth sitting on the couch. One leg was folded up half Indian style while the other was propped up on the table in front of her. I noticed she was wearing my boxer shorts which was sexy enough to make me gulp audibly. She turned and half smiled at me. I walked to her and sat down next to her.
“Listen Elizabeth, I’m sorry……” I started.
“You don’t have to be sorry. Just tell me why.” She pleaded.
“I couldn’t live with myself if we did this and you had regrets, or if mom found out….” I said.
“We both want it.” She said hopelessly as she stared down at her smooth legs.
“I admit that. I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you.” I said.
She looked up at me with a shocked expression on her face.
“You did?” She asked.
“Yeah.” I smiled and nodded.
“I thought it was just me.” She said searching for answers.
“That’s not the point. If mom died I would seriously consider this, but what are we going to do? Get an apartment and live together? Then what? Tell mom we are getting married? Believe me if I could go through with that I would Elizabeth. I do love you, you know?” I said.
She nodded her head sadly.
“So what you are going off to become a big-shot writer and I’m all alone?” She asked with a tear coming down her eye.
“I’ll always be there for you. If mom weren’t around I would jump at this. I think you know that. I just can’t risk this now. I not only have my future to consider, but yours as well.” I said.
“What does my future have to do with this? What risk is there?” She asked.
“Well mom disowning us for one. I wouldn’t doubt she would do so. I don’t want to risk your future like that. If it were just me, I’d do it. But you don’t need to take that kind of risk. I don’t want to be the one to put you in that situation.” I said.
“What if I don’t care about the money? All I want is you.” She said, pulling at my heartstrings.
“Believe me I want it too. Tell you what. Let’s give it time. If we still feel the same in the future we can risk it. For now, we have a lot to do with our lives. You have to go to college. I have to move and start my career. I’m not in a position to risk everything. What if my career doesn’t work out? I love you very much. I always will.” I said as I held her in my arms.
Her head leaned on my bare chest and I heard her sobs as I felt her wet tears against my skin. It felt like stabs in my heart each time she sobbed. I wanted to tell her that I would bring her with me, but I knew too much was at stake. I wouldn’t throw her future away even though I wanted this just as much as she did.
My eyes drifted down and saw the crotch of the boxers were open showing me her pussy yet again. I wanted to touch it, kiss it, lick it, make love to it, but I had to resist. It felt like an uphill battle. Her sobs died down and we just held each other. She pulled away and looked up into my eyes. She held contact with me. I had a hard time resisting her beautiful innocent eyes. Filled with such love for me that it hurt to look into them and know I hurt her in any way.
“How long are we going to wait?” She asked, finally giving in to my demands.
“At least until I am financially stable. I won’t risk our futures without at least that. I don’t want to be dependant on mom’s money at all. If we end up doing this I want to have the kind of money where I could support both of us and our future together, Kids, A house anything we would want or need.” I said.
“I really mean it. The money doesn’t matter to me. You do.” She said.
“Thank you. I feel the same about you, but I want to be, no need to be responsible for both of us before I can chance this.” I said.
“Ok. We’ll wait.” She said with a sigh as she grabbed my hand and held it in hers.
I prayed for strength silently because any more of her pleading was going to break down my willpower. I could feel it start to become shaky already.
The summer flew by as do all good times. It felt like a burr. Moments together holding hands. Having the occasional kiss, but nothing more. She even held back from trying to seduce me which was good because I wouldn’t have been able to resist. Our final night together was a sad one for us both. We found it hard to talk to each other. We kept looking at each other with a sadness in our eyes. So many times I wanted to take her in my arms and tell her how wrong I was and how I wanted to take her with me to New York.
She wore one of my old button shirts and a pair of white panties. She hugged me as we separated from each other. She shut her door and I felt a coldness wash over my insides. I felt so hopeless and alone. I went to my bedroom and laid awake on the bed staring at the ceiling for awhile. Thoughts of telling her how stupid I was came and went. I wanted to change my mind so badly and take her with me. Since she entered my life she was never gone from it for long. Even when we weren’t getting along we saw each other often. Tomorrow would start my life without her, at least on a constant basis. It was definitely going to hurt me as much as it was hurting her. I fell asleep drowning in my sadness.
I woke up early and showered. I dressed and went to her room. I knocked lightly but no answer. I opened her door and went inside. I looked out her window and saw the sun start to rise. I went to her side as her back was to me. I leaned down and saw she was wide awake. Tears were flowing from her eyes.
“Elizabeth…..” I said, not knowing what I was going to say afterward.
“Mike. Please. Just go. I can’t take this.” She cried.
I reached out and touch her head softly, briefly, before pulling back. I walked away and shut the door silently. I grabbed my bags and left without looking back. My heart sank. My future waited.
The next time I saw her she was living with this man named Jimmy. It was a year or so later. She dropped out of college and became a secretary. Mom was disappointed at the news and tried to convince me to talk some sense into her. I was devastated. I had set up my life. My career took off. My first novel was a hit. A best-seller. My second novel blew the first out of the water. My career took off like a bird in flight after a long time on the ground.
I was ready to risk it. To tell her I was ready for us to be together no-matter-what. She invited me over to her apartment. It was nice. Far from poor, but a few levels down from what we were both accustomed to. I steadied myself for meeting her boyfriend. I had no idea how long they had been together. I just knew that my heart felt ripped out of my chest. I tried to hide it well as I rang the doorbell.
She answered and stood there in jeans and a shirt that exposed her flat belly. We both looked at each other. Then a guy appeared in the background. He was rough. He had facial hair and looked like a failed rock star only with shorter hair. He came up behind Elizabeth and put his hands on her shoulder possessively. She looked down briefly then back up at me. I noticed she could not meet my eyes.
“Come in.” The man said.
I did as they both backed away. She went and got drinks for the three of us. We sat down at the glass dining room table.
“Jimmy.” He said as he offered his hand.
I shook it.
“Mike.” I said.
“Sorry. I’m just a little nervous. I haven’t met her mom yet.” He said.
“Oh yeah. She isn’t too social.” I said offering a lame excuse, but feeling awkward.
“It’s OK. I know she doesn’t approve. I just wish she would meet me and give me a chance.” He said.
“I’m sorry.” I said shrugging my shoulders.
Despite my jealousy, I found myself feeling sorry for the guy. He seemed nice enough even though my mom wouldn’t approve of his type even if he had tons of money. She was snobby that way. I tried not to be that way and accepted people for who they were, regardless of outside appearances.
“So how long have you been together?” I asked Jimmy trying to break the awkward tension
“Me and Liz? Well been almost a year now. We just got this place six months ago.” He said.
“What do you do?” I asked.
Looking at himself he chuckled and then laughed a little.
“I know it looks like I am some failed rock star or something, but I am in computers man. I work for myself.” He said.
I was a little surprised at this admission.
“Hey that’s great.” I said.
“Yeah. I love it. It gives me freedom to be who I want to be without answering to some jerk.” He said as he crossed his legs and let them bounce nervously.
“Good to not have bosses breathing down your neck.” I said.
“Yeah, I hear you are a big writer. Your sis brags about you. Did you know that?” He smiled and seemed happy to have something positive to share with me, hoping to impress me.
“Really?” I asked acting shocked.
“Yeah.” He responded as Elizabeth walked in with wine glasses and a bottle of our favorite wine.
“What are you two talking about?” She asked trying to act casual, but failing to do so, at least as far as I could tell, Jimmy didn’t seem to notice the act.
“Oh, I was just telling your brother how proud you are of him.” Jimmy said as she poured his wine and he stole a kiss from her cheek.
She blushed slightly and could not even look at my face.
“Yeah. I didn’t even know my sister was proud. I haven’t heard from her in so long I thought she was in witness protection.” I joked.
Jimmy laughed. Elizabeth tried to put on a smile but it came off as being fake.
“I wanted to respect your privacy.” She said.
I nodded my head and downed the wine. It was going to be a long day.
We had supper and Jimmy and I shook hands. Despite my jealousy I could see he was a decent man. I would have almost preferred him to be an asshole or an abusive guy so I could have reason to hate him. Instead I just found myself swimming in regret. Elizabeth walked me to the door and shut it behind her.
“Well looks like I was right. I’m glad I decided to give us time because I wanted to make sure of what we wanted. I’m glad you are happy.” I said as I leaned down and kissed her cheek.
“Mike, wait. I didn’t want to hurt you. I just couldn’t wait around and feel sorry for myself forever. I had to move on.” She said softly.
“I understand. I mean it. I am happy for you.” I said and turned and walked away.
“Mike!” I heard her call out.
I kept walking, feeling my heart break a little more with each step. It helped to confirm my feelings that we should have taken our time and had time apart. If we had been a couple and she broke up with me to move on with her life I would have been even more devastated. I returned home and poured my heart and soul into writing. I wrote mysteries, thrillers, romance (had to have an outlet for the anguish I was feeling) among other books. I kept busy pouring out five books in a two year period. Creatively it was a high that very few writers experience. Emotionally it was one of the loneliest periods of my life.
The next time I saw her was two years later. She was wearing a blue lacy dress, Her hair was pulled back and in a bun. She was alone. It was at my cousin Bruce’s wedding. Before the ceremony people were gathered together chatting with one another. It was on a remote island. The night air was cool. The mansion was especially decorated for the wedding. Romance was in the air. And there she was. Elizabeth. All alone. I wondered what happened with her and Jimmy, but banished the thoughts knowing they could do me no good. I stayed out of her eyesight as much as possible, but noticed when she looked up at me for the first time. She looked surprised to see me. Our eyes met and held. She was talking to some people and smiling as she sipped on some wine.
As the elevator finally made its way down and the bell announced its arrival, the teen to her left remarked to her “Well, that was about the slowest elevator I’ve ever seen.” He stepped to the side and held the door with his arm. “After you.”
“Thank you,” Christine replied as the doors closed. “What happened to your foot?”
“I turned it last night in warm-ups for a baseball game. The team is here for a tournament. We made the finals tomorrow, but as you heard, I did not play.” He pressed the “8″ and “9″ buttons and the elevator began its slow rise.
“That is too bad. Were you swimming just now?” Christine was aware of the fact that she was standing just feet from him, her nipples standing at attention and covered by only the thin fabric of her tanktop. She caught his eyes glancing down as he struggled to keep eye contact. Clearly, his attempts at chivalry were not successful as she could see him lock in on her breasts. He found his attention to her body arousing, and she felt a wave of warmth that began between her legs and rose through her body, making her feel flush and hot. She could not believe that attention from this boy- barely 18, if she was lucky- could make her feel aroused. It HAD to have been residual effects from her romp earlier in the night, but she still could not shake the feeling that was overtaking her.
“Yeah- I lifted a few weights and swam. I needed to burn off some frustration and stress,” he replied, barely able to avert his gaze.
“You look refreshed,” she stated, cocking her head to one side and letting her hair fall slowly in front of her eyes. “How was the water?”
He paused for a moment and lifted his eyes to meet hers. “Good,” he responded. As his eyes rose, she began to watch as her slightly suggestive comment and tone had its desired effect. His eyes were not all that decided to rise.
The bulge in his mesh shorts betrayed any coolness that he might have had to the situation. He tried to cover it up, but by the time the elevator stopped at the 8th floor and opened, he was at full attention. She watched as he tried to make a sweeping motion with his arm to let her out of the elevator without uncovering his crotch, but it was a futile effect. His other hand-even holding his towel and suit- was pitifully inadequate at covering up what was clearly not a pitifully inadequate erection.
She brushed up against him as she stepped out of the elevator, allowing her hand to press into his groin. With a quick squeeze, she sized him up and realized that he was working with substantial equipment. Her pulse quickened and she decided to seize an opportunity.
“How old are you?” she asked in a breathy voice.
“E-e-e-ight-t-t-een,” he stammered.
“Would you like to come with me? I’d like to see something,” she stated, giving his cock a hard squeeze.
“My room is right down the hall. I have a feeling that it will only take a few minutes.”
“Um, sure. Are you serious?”
“Very serious,” she replied, leading him to the 3rd door on the right. She quickly let them in and shut the door behind them. Wasting no time, she put her purse on the bed and dropped to her knees. Without missing a beat, she yanked his shorts to the floor and unveiled what she could only describe as the biggest, fattest, most beautifully-formed cock that she had ever seen.
“Wow,” she remarked, “that is a beautiful cock. I’ve never seen one this big before.”
“Um, thanks, I guess.” He said, clamoring for words. “I figured that when high school girls said it was big, they just did not have a basis for comparison.”
“Well, it is big- very big. And just a recommendation- in the future, when some girl or woman is taking off your pants, don’t mention ANYTHING about a past girl!”
“I’ll try to remember that.”
Taking a moment to admire what was staring her in the face, she had a slight pang of guilt in thinking about the fact that she was supposed to call her husband. He did expect her to shower first, though, so he would be fine with a few more minutes of waiting. Besides, she planned to see a shower in no time at all. Her husband had set some hard and fast rules (no pun intended) about what she could and could not do without him around. This random-stranger-with-a-huge-cock thing was on the list, but neither of them had ever really figured out how she’d know that the cock was huge without breaking other
rules about 1-on-1 hookups with random men. Fortunately, this kid’s mesh shorts had allowed her to sidestep other complications.
He was at full attention, and she took him in her mouth, barely able to get 2/3 of the shaft in before the head hit the back of her throat. He reached down and tried to pull off her shirt, and she paused long enough to put her arms overhead to allow him to remove it.
“Look,” she said “That is it. You aren’t fucking me, and you can’t touch me- but you can look. I am going to do this and you are going to get out of here. Nothing more. Got it?” She started licking the tip and underside.
“Yes ma’am,” he replied.
She stopped her oral assault and looked up at him. “Don’t call me ma’am.”
Not waiting for a reply, she re-engaged he mouth, spending a good amount of time working around the head and underside of the tip. After less than a minute, she could feel him beginning to stiffen noticeably. The head was swelling and the veins were getting more and more engorged. Her own sex was throbbing, but she would wait for him to leave before giving in to that urge.
He was so big that she had enough room to get a full hand at the base below her mouth and still not touch his pelvis. She used that handhold as a grip for her right hand to pump him in concert with her oral motions. Her hand was not even close to closing around its girth.
Her free left hand played a symphony with his balls, and she could feel them begin to pull up tight to his body. She used her left thumb and forefinger to make a loop at the base of his scrotum and squeezed gently, causing him to thrust his hips into her. Up until then, he had only rocked gently with her movements, using the dresser to support him as he struggled to not let his knees buckle.
She slowed her pace and loosened her grip on his sack, using slow strokes that went as deep as she could without choking, then pulling her mouth all of the way out to the tip and running her tongue up the underside, then collapsing her mouth and hand back down the shaft to another penetration.
He began to stiffen up again after only a few rounds of this pleasure play, and this time she decided to grant him release. She resumed the squeezing of his scrotum, applying pressure on each inward stroke. She used her right hand to pump furiously, and just as the head flared and his balls clenched up, she removed her right hand from the shaft and gave one last deep drive, pushing the head deeper than it had been before. Simultaneously, her grip on his balls released and with it came a wave of pleasure for him.
In an instant, his semen spurted deep into her throat, the head having pressed past her gag point. She could feel it fill her with warm, hot liquid, nearly choking her. She kept her lips tight around the shaft and sucked hard as she withdrew her mouth toward the head, resuming her manual pumping with both hands this time. On her second inward thrust, his second spurt filled her mouth with more thick, salty spluge. She tried to keep it all in, but it was more than her mouth could hold. It burst forth from the corners of her mouth, seeping around his huge member and running down her chin, dripping onto her bare tits.
She immediately spit it out while maintaining her pumping motion with her hands. His next few spurts splattered on both her chest and the floor, and his knees finally gave way as he put his weight on the dresser behind him to avoid falling to the floor.
She quickly grabbed the towel that he had been carrying and used it to wipe herself off. His sticky seed was all over her chin, mouth, chest, hands, and wrists. It took considerable effort to get the worst of it off, but she managed.
As he regained his composure, she handed him his things. She gave one last kiss to the head of his cock, pulled up his shorts, and said with finality “I really wanted to see if it was as big as it looked. Now get out of here, sweetie. I have to take a shower attend to a personal matter between my own legs.”