Author’s Note: This is an extended version of my first story. The feedback I received indicated that buildup was lacking, and admittedly I was in a hurry to get the first story submitted, so for this draft I sat back and tried to write out Cindy and Ryan’s interactions leading up to their night together, as well as tweaking a few other bits of the story. Hopefully I haven’t made it worse, and I hope you enjoy!
Once again, this is a fantasy; real incest can be abusive, leaving deep psychological scars, and even without abuse, attempts at this kind of relationship can irreparably damage the bonds between family members. Do NOT try this at home!
Cindy Tyler felt good as she pulled into her family’s driveway. She attended UC San Diego School of Medicine, and she enjoyed living on her own, but as corny as the saying was, there was no place like home, and currently, she was back in Los Angeles for spring break.
“Mom, Dad!” she called as she walked in the door. The house was fairly small, so her mother wasn’t far away, and she leaned out from the kitchen to greet her daughter.
“Hi, honey!” she said with a warm smile. “Your father’s still at work; hang on a second while I get Ryan to help with your bags. RYAN!” Cindy winced at the volume of her mother’s voice, but fortunately she didn’t have to call again. There was the sound of a door being opened, and a moment later her brother emerged from the hallway to her right.
“Hey, Cindy,” Ryan said with a small smile. Cindy grinned and wrapped him in a tight hug, finding herself vaguely surprised at how big he was getting. At 23, Cindy was older than Ryan by five years, so he was still about an inch shorter than she was, but he was certainly not the boy she’d left at home five years ago. Ryan was thin, not overly muscular but fit, courtesy of his habit of running along the beach, and his sandy blonde hair was cut short. Blonde hair was something he shared with her (hers hung down to her shoulders, but hey, it was the same color), but other traits were very different. Cindy had brown eyes, like her parents, but Ryan had gotten the recessive genes from Mom and Dad (homozygous recessive was the technical term) and he had bright blue eyes. Cindy smiled, looking into those eyes. He was a great kid, and she’d missed him. After a moment, to her confusion, Ryan averted his eyes, and that’s when Cindy noticed his cheeks turning red.
“Oh! Sorry,” she said with a little laugh, as she realized that she’d been holding on to her baby brother a bit too long. “Come on out. My stuff’s in the trunk. Don’t worry; I won’t make you carry too much.” Ryan nodded, but hung back a bit, reaching down and adjusting his pants a little. As they walked out to the car, Cindy looked back at him and smiled reassuringly. “It’s okay,” she said softly, making sure the sound didn’t carry back to their mother. “You know, your…reaction there.” Ryan blushed.
“I’m sorry,” he replied. “I know you’re my sister; it kinda does that on its own. I shouldn’t—”
“Hey,” she said, shaking her head and chuckling a little, “I said it was okay.” As she pulled out her first bag, which she knew contained underwear and bathing suits, a mischievous smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “Hey, Ryan, you’re on spring break too, right?”
“Yeah,” he nodded.
“Well, after we get this stuff into my room, how about we change into our suits and go down to the beach?”
It was a good day for relaxing on the beach, as luck would have it. It was sunny, and the sea breeze kept it from getting too hot. Ryan was swimming in the ocean while Cindy lay on the beach towel. Her medical studies kept her indoors most of the time, so now was a good time to work on her tan.
Who knows? I might even catch the eye of some local stud. Cindy hadn’t been on a date since she broke up with her boyfriend two months ago. She knew she looked good, with her long blonde hair, clear skin and inviting figure. She wasn’t as lean as her brother, but the body fat she had served to accentuate her curves, giving her full hips, a smooth (if not completely flat) stomach, sleek thighs she knew men loved, and generous C-cup breasts. No, it wasn’t her appearance, she had just concentrated very hard on her studies since the break up, and her love life (and, subsequently, her sex life) had fallen by the wayside.
Not today, though, she thought. The dark green bikini she was wearing now showed off her voluptuous body to any who wished to look, and hopefully someone would. Cindy hummed, her right hand lazily trailing down between her legs, middle and index fingers running gently along her mound, the pressure transferring deliciously through her suit bottom into her pussy. God it would feel good to have a man do this, to have his mouth on her flesh, to have his hands on her body, to have his cock pumping inside her…
Cindy pulled her hand away. A little teasing was fine, but masturbating on the beach in full view of dozens of people just might be a bad idea. Sitting up for a moment to stretch, she looked out toward Ryan again. He was standing in waist deep water, looking down at something.
I wonder if he has somebody, Cindy thought. Ryan was a great guy; she knew that better than anyone else. Through elementary and middle school, he hadn’t been physically coordinated enough to play sports, so he’d been somewhat awkward socially, but he’d always been a sweetheart. Surely in the five years since she’d left for college…
At the sound of splashing, Cindy propped herself up on her elbows to look at Ryan as he left the sea and came to sit on the beach towel next to her. He was breathing hard, and Cindy couldn’t help noticing beads of seawater sliding down his tautly muscled chest and abs.
“Why are you out of breath?” she asked. “You only ran like twenty five feet.”
“It was cool, Cindy,” Ryan responded, grinning like a little kid. “I actually had a shark swim around me out there!” Cindy raised an eyebrow.
“Bullshit,” she said. “You wouldn’t just be excited; you’d be terrified and yelling for everyone to get out of the water.”
“Well, I might have if the shark was more than two feet long,” he said, chuckling. “I think it was just a dogfish.”
“Well,” Cindy said. “When you tell your friends about this, that shark needs to be at least ten feet long.”
“Hell, why not go for twenty?” Ryan joked, “and it didn’t just swim around me. The beast thought about attacking me, but on its approach, it detected the raw, masculine badass emanating from every pore of my body, and turned away in shame, knowing that in spite of being a giant shark, it would not live to be half as manly as I.” The thought had them both giggling, but after a moment the laughter faded and the siblings found themselves simply gazing at each other. Cindy was really taken by how her baby brother had become a handsome young man, and couldn’t help thinking about how his bronzed skin looked so smooth, about how the seawater on his body might taste under her tongue…
Oh man, Cindy thought, I REALLY need to get laid. Sure, she had wanted to tease him a little after his involuntary erection back at the house, but she hadn’t anticipated her own body reacting like this. Surfacing from her thoughts, Cindy realized that as she had turned onto her side to face Ryan, and he had a good view of the shadowed curves of her breasts, the ample swells lifted and held out for display by the cups of her bikini. Judging by the look on his face, he had most definitely noticed, and there was a growing bulge in his swim trunks.
“So,” she said, attempting to get back to something more normal, “Did you ever end up going out with what’s her name, Bethany?” The last time they’d spoken on the phone, Ryan had been working up the nerve to ask out a girl from school he was interested in.
“No,” he said, his face falling. “I tried asking her out, but I sounded like such an idiot, and she said she wasn’t interested. Masculine badass, right?” Cindy gave him a soft, sympathetic smile.
“So it was nerves? Come on, Ryan, you’re a great guy. You’re nice, handsome and intelligent. Any girl would be lucky to get you. Let’s see…” Quickly scanning the beach, Cindy spotted a pair of girls about Ryan’s age, a brunette and a redhead, heading in their general direction. “There, try and talk to one of them,” she said. “I want to see how you do.” Ryan looked anxious, but he stood up and walked over to the pair. She could see him walk up to the girls, who smiled and greeted him. He blushed and fidgeted a little, and Cindy could see him say something, but couldn’t hear it. There were what looked like several abortive attempts at a sentence, but after that, Ryan smiled, embarrassed, and waved goodbye to the two girls. For their part, the girls seemed amused, giggling a little as they waved at him and walked away. Finally, Ryan sat back down next to his sister.
“I’m sorry,” he said, blushing. “I said hi, but then I couldn’t think of anything. I just…I don’t know. I just can’t talk to girls.”
“You can talk to me,” Cindy reassured him, reaching out and squeezing his shoulder. “I mean, you were just talking to me about the man-eating dogfish you saw.” Ryan gave a frustrated sigh.
“It’s different, Cindy. You’re my big sister; I can always talk to you. I mean, you’d mess with me sometimes when we were little, but I knew you wouldn’t really make fun of me or anything.” Cindy remembered that herself. There was the usual sibling teasing, of course, but on the occasions that Ryan got picked on or embarrassed at school, she would always be sure to do her best to cheer him up when he got home.
“If I could date you things would be perfect,” Ryan said with a bitter chuckle. Cindy rubbed her hand along his shoulder, but there wasn’t anything else she could say. After a while, they rolled up the towel, threw their sunscreen into a bag and started to head back to where her car was parked. As they reached the car, Cindy leaned forward against the driver’s side door, looking across the roof of the car at her brother.
“Hey,” she said, “I’m sorry I asked you to do that. I didn’t mean to embarrass you; I was just trying to see if I could help you somehow.”
“It’s okay,” Ryan said, opening the car door and sliding into the passenger’s seat.
“Well, you know what? Those girls don’t matter,” Cindy said, settling in behind the wheel. “There’s at least one woman who knows what a great guy you are, baby brother.” She reached over and draped her right arm over Ryan’s shoulders. “And tonight, that woman is taking you out for pizza!” Ryan laughed, smiling broadly, and Cindy rubbed his shoulder for a moment longer before pulling back to her side of the car and starting the engine.
Their dinner really did seem to cheer Ryan up. Once they were seated, they talked about how Cindy had been doing at medical school, what Ryan wanted to do after graduation, and about movies they had watched and books they’d read. By the time their pizza was gone and their soda cups empty and both siblings headed back to the car, Ryan was in great shape, something Cindy would always be glad to see.
Back at the house, Ryan retired to his room, while Cindy made a beeline for the bathroom. Stripping naked, she turned on the shower and stepped under the spray, letting the hot water run down her body. Squirting body wash into her hand, Cindy began spreading the lather over her skin, rubbing it across the soft, giving flesh of her breasts, down her smooth stomach and into the V of her thighs, and then let the pins and needles of the shower spray wash it away, removing the remains of her sunscreen.
The combination of the hot spray and her own gliding hands was causing her body to react; her nipples were hard and swollen, and reaching down, Cindy slid her fingers between her thighs, feeling a wetness that had nothing to do with the water. With a sigh, Cindy slipped a finger inside her pussy.
“Mmm,” she hummed, reaching up with her other hand to cup and squeeze one of her breasts. It’s been way too long. Cindy contracted her inner muscles, squeezing down around her finger and increasing the sensual friction, and when that wasn’t enough she added another finger, curling them upward and stroking harder. Her breath quickened, the heat spreading from her pussy to the rest of her body, and she pinched her nipple between two fingers, tugging on it.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered. Her fingers were now slick with her juices, and she worked them frantically, sweeping the pad of her thumb across her clit. She was so close, but she needed something to push her over the edge. She tried to imagine someone else doing this to her, a man’s fingers plucking at her nipple, his shaft sliding in and out, the water running off his bronzed skin, through his blonde hair…
Ryan, she thought, and a shock ran through her at the realization that the man she was imagining fucking her was her baby brother. It should have instantly killed her arousal, but instead the forbidden thought sent it skyrocketing. Cindy hesitated for a moment, hovering near orgasm, and then indulged her taboo fantasy, imagining her little brother behind her, his hot, wet tongue licking her shoulder as he cupped and squeezed her breasts, slamming his long, hard prick deep into her, deep where she so badly needed it…
Cindy’s pussy clamped viselike around her fingers, a strangled cry escaping her throat as her orgasm ripped through like an electric shock. She collapsed to her knees in the shower, panting and trying to come to grips with what she had just done.
On Monday, Cindy found out her parents were leaving.
“Your father’s construction firm has a job in Dallas,” Cindy’s mother said. “He asked if I wanted to go with him, and if you and Ryan don’t mind, I’d really like to.”
“Oh, it’s no problem for me,” Cindy replied, “and I’m sure Ryan will be fine with it. How long are you going to be gone?”
“We’ll be back at the end of the week. Are you sure you two won’t be bored by yourselves?”
“Don’t worry, Mom,” Cindy answered. “You can check with Ryan, but I’ll be fine here.”
“Alright, then,” her mother said, visibly relieved that she wasn’t abandoning her children. “Your father and I will be leaving tomorrow.” Cindy nodded, smiling. In truth, she wasn’t quite sure how she felt about spending the better part of a week alone with her brother. There was some amount of fear. Sisters weren’t supposed to notice their brothers as sexual beings; it wasn’t normal, biologically speaking, and acting on those feelings would be outright illegal.
Even so, Cindy felt something else too, something besides fear. It was a sort of excitement, like knowing that something big is about to happen, something that could be bad or good, but whatever it was, it would be momentous.
Well, she thought, I’ll just have to find out.
Tuesday evening, Cindy and Ryan drove back home from seeing their parents off at the airport. As they traveled, Cindy looked at her little brother, sitting behind the wheel, staring absentmindedly down the road, and she had that unexplained feeling again: nervous but not nervous. She’d had an idea the night before, when thinking about things she could do with Ryan to keep him entertained, but she hadn’t expected the not-nerves to be this strong.
Something big is about to happen.
They could go home, go back to their rooms and more or less ignore each other. It would be boring, but it would be…safe. Cindy’s idea would be more fun and, she told herself, it could be a big help for Ryan, but it would be…Cindy didn’t know exactly. It would be like riding on the edge of a precipice; it could be fine, but she, they could tip off the edge and plunge into the unknown.
Her heart fluttered. The unknown wasn’t necessarily bad. In fact, it might be fun.
Just do it, she told herself. As the streetlights whipped past them, Cindy steeled her courage, composed herself, quieted her not-nerves and looked over at her brother again.
“Hey, Ryan,” she said casually, “after we get home, do you want to get changed and go on a date with me?” Ryan started, and Cindy chuckled, grateful that he wasn’t the one driving the car.
“W-what do you mean?” he asked, swallowing.
“Well, remember what you said on Friday, about how it’d be great if you could date me?” Ryan gave a nervous laugh.
“Yeah, but, Cindy, I was joking.”
“I know, but it does kind of make sense. You seem to have trouble with your nerves around girls, but you can talk to me without any trouble, right? So why don’t we go on a date, and I can give you a lesson on how to act around other girls?” Ryan thought about it for a moment, laughed again, this time almost in disbelief, and then answered with obvious excitement.
“Okay, that sounds great!” Cindy smiled at his answer, relieved. She felt her heart speed up again. As the siblings pulled up to a red light, she shifted in her seat, facing her brother.
“Alright,” she said, “ask me out.”
“Uh, okay.” He swallowed. “Would you…uh, if you’re not doing anything…” Ryan was obviously nervous, so Cindy reached over and squeezed his shoulder.
“Remember,” she said. “I’m not some girl from school; I’m your big sister. I won’t laugh at you or make fun of you for how you ask.” Ryan smiled, relaxing noticeably.
“Thanks, Cindy.” He took a deep breath, blew it out, and then tried again. “Cindy, would you like to have dinner with me?” Cindy gave him a warm smile.
“I would love to.”
When the two got home, Cindy ran to her room and looked over her options for clothes. On the one hand, she could just dress casually, keeping things nice and relaxed for her baby brother. On the other hand, this was supposed to be a date; if this was a girl from school, she’d dress to impress. And, while she didn’t want to fully admit it to herself, she wanted Ryan to look at her, to really look. Her decision made, Cindy changed into one of her favorite sundresses. It was covered in a red and orange floral pattern, and the plunging neckline showed a generous amount of cleavage.
Coming out of her room, she found Ryan waiting in the front room, dressed in khaki pants and a black button down shirt, and while his jaw didn’t quite drop, he definitely appreciated the dress. She could see him mouth “whoa”, and the way his eyes caressed her, sliding from the full, swooping mounds of her breasts down to the bottom of her dress just below the knees, taking in the pale skin of her legs…
He’s your baby brother, she reminded herself, but the thought that her brother was taking in her body with intense, barely disguised lust sent a jolt of pleasure through her. Her nipples hardened, incredibly sensitive as they brushed against the fabric of her bra, and she felt familiar heat pooling between her thighs. Swallowing hard, she composed herself and gave Ryan a warm smile.
“Alright, baby brother, let’s go for our date.”
They went to a local Italian restaurant. Ryan drove, and Cindy reached over and rubbed his shoulder once or twice to ease his rather obvious nerves. As they walked to the door, Cindy turned to her brother.
“Okay, Ryan,” she said. “Here’s Lesson One. Always open the door for a woman. Not everyone will want it, but they’ll appreciate the fact that you thought of it.” Nodding, Ryan opened the door and held it for her. Just before Cindy could step through it, he swung it shut again. Blinking, she waited, and he opened it again, and then closed it again when she tried to walk through, opened it, closed it, opened, closed… Cindy started giggling.
“You little shit!” she said, shaking her head. “That’s really the best thing you can come up with?”
“Well, I am your little brother,” Ryan said, grinning. “Annoying you from time to time is part of my job.” Having had his fun, he opened the door and held it for real this time. When they were led to a table, Cindy motioned to her chair, and Ryan picked up on the hint, pulling it out so she could sit down.
“I know these are little things,” Cindy said, “and they don’t seem like Profound Secrets of Courtship, but thank you for doing them anyway, Ryan. Don’t know if every girl will appreciate them, but I do.”
“Well, Sis, after you did this for me, I just wanted you to be happy,” he replied. They ordered their food, and then they were by themselves once again, the silence stretching out until Ryan leaned forward. “Hey, Cindy, can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” she responded.
“Why are you doing this? I mean, I know you’re my sister and you’ve got to take care of me, but it’s not the end of the world if I can’t get a date.” Cindy paused for a moment, before reaching across the table and taking Ryan’s hand in hers.
“I’m doing this,” she said, “because you don’t have someone, and you don’t deserve to be alone. I know how wonderful a person you are…”
“Cindy, that’s nice of you, but—.”
“No,” she said, cutting him off. “I’m not just saying it to be nice.” She paused for a moment, looking down at their joined hands, and then back up into Ryan’s eyes. “Seven years ago, I came home from my Homecoming dance just…ruined. I’d caught my boyfriend making out with another girl on the dance floor. I confronted him about it and he said she was more ‘in tune’ with him than I was, not to mention more beautiful. He told me this to my face. God, I still can’t believe it. Well, Mom and Dad were out and you were asleep, but apparently I was crying loudly enough to wake you up. You asked me what happened and I gave you a kid friendly version, and you know what you did? You walked over to me, sitting on the floor, and you gave me a nice, tight hug, and you said ‘That boy’s stupid. I think you’re very pretty, Cindy.’ Eleven years old, and you knew just what to say to me.”
Cindy felt tears forming at the memory and tried to blink them away. Ryan picked up his napkin and reached out, wiping them from her face. As he drew his hand away, the two fell into silence once again, sharing a warm, intimate gaze. Ryan’s eyes strayed from Cindy’s face, and she could feel his attention on her body again, her natural curves painted in soft orange hues by the restaurant’s ambient light. Again, she felt her flesh heating from her little brother’s hungry gaze.
Precipice, she thought. Back away from the edge. She pushed the thought aside. Reaching up, Cindy caressed her brother’s cheek, smiling warmly at him. Eventually, Ryan broke the eye contact, blushing as he looked down at the table.
“You know,” he said, “I remember that night too. I didn’t know ‘just what to say’ to you; I just knew what was true.” Ryan looked back up at her. “I said ‘pretty’ at the time, but you’re…you’re beautiful, Cindy.”
“I’m carrying a few extra pounds,” she replied with a self-deprecating smile, causing Ryan to roll his eyes.
“So you can’t look into a mirror and count your own ribs. So what? You look great, Cindy, and you’re a great person too.” Ryan shook his head slightly, before looking back at his sister. “That night, when I heard how upset you were, I knew I had to do something for you, because you were always doing stuff like that for me. Hell, the beginning of that same year, when I came home from school after one of the bullies gave me a black eye…” Cindy nodded.
“I asked Mom if we could get you pizza for dinner,” she said. It had always been Ryan’s favorite food.
“That wasn’t the most important part,” he replied. “After we ate, you curled up on the couch with me and put a blanket around us, and we watched TV together.” Cindy smiled, warmth spreading through her as he remembered what Ryan was talking about.
“God, it’s been forever since we did something like that,” she said. “How come we never do anymore?”
“You were at school,” Ryan said, shrugging. Cindy reached out and squeezed her little brother’s hand again as their food arrived.
“Well,” she said, “it’s good to finally be back.”
“So,” Cindy said as they reached the front door, “would you like to come in?” Ryan laughed, and the two went into the house and sat on the couch.
“Thank you, Cindy,” Ryan said, smiling warmly at his sister. “This has been wonderful, and I really appreciated the little lessons you gave me.” Cindy returned the smile and squeezed his shoulder.
“Hey,” she asked, “do you want to watch a movie together, like we used to?” Ryan paused for a moment, looking almost worried, and then gave Cindy a small, wistful smile.
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “I’d love to do that again. What kind of movie do you want to watch?”
“Hmm…well, it’ll need to be something emotional and touching. You know, a chick flick.”
“Right, then,” Ryan said, nodding. “Transformers 3 it is.” He recoiled, laughing as Cindy whacked him with one of the sofa pillows. “What? It’s got romance in it…and, you know, giant robots.”
“I will hit you again,” Cindy answered, grinning.
“Oh, all right,” Ryan said with an exaggerated sigh. “Well, we’ve got Music and Lyrics. That’s a romantic comedy. Would that work?”
“That would be great, Ryan.”
Ryan grabbed the DVD and put it into the player while Cindy turned off the family room lights and grabbed a blanket from a nearby hamper. As the movie started, she motioned for her brother to sit beside her, and then wrapped the blanket around both of them. In the dark, with no source of light or sound other than the television, Cindy was acutely aware of the warmth of Ryan’s body touching hers. His upper arm was pressing gently against the side of her breast, and the back of his hand lay against her thigh beneath the blanket.
After a while, Cindy felt Ryan’s hand move. Instead of just lying against her, it now crept hesitantly up onto the warm skin of her thigh. Smiling in the darkness, she took hold of it with her own hand, but instead of pushing it away, she held it there, pressing it more firmly against her flesh.
Ryan shifted a little, and as the blanket slipped off of him somewhat, it was hard for Cindy not to notice his erection.
Precipice, Cindy’s mind warned her again. Back away. Cindy thought about it for a moment, still holding her brother’s hand against her thigh, and then made her decision.
Instead of backing away from the edge, she jumped.
Reaching over, Cindy cupped Ryan’s cheek, turning his face back to hers.
“You know,” she said, her voice low and breathy, “the lesson doesn’t have to end here.” Ryan looked at her questioningly. “Have you ever had sex?” she asked.
“N-no,” he said nervously. Cindy smiled and looked into his eyes.
“If you want, I can teach you about that too.” She ran her thumb across Ryan’s lips, and he parted them, taking her thumb into his mouth and sucking gently on it. Cindy sighed as she felt the silken warmth of his tongue brushing across the pad of her thumb.
Removing it, she pulled on him, drawing his face closer to hers, but then Cindy saw tears forming in his eyes, and he drew a shaky breath.
“Cindy, I…” Ryan trailed off, backing away from her as fully formed tears started sliding down his cheeks. Immediately Cindy let go of his face and grabbed his hands.
“I’m so sorry, Ryan,” she said, getting off the couch to sit in front of him. “I didn’t mean to force you.” She would have continued, but Ryan shook his head.
“No, that’s the problem,” he said, pain clearly evident in his voice. “I want this too; I want you. I guess I’ve been having these thoughts since the beach on Friday. I hadn’t seen you since I was thirteen, and now that I see you again I feel…but I can’t do this. It’s wrong.” Cindy got up onto her knees and slipped her arms around her little brother’s neck.
“Hey,” she said, looking into his eyes. “I felt the same way you did at the beach, and I had the same reaction to it, but think, I mean really think about it. I know it would be dangerous if we had kids, doubling up on alleles and all that, but I’m on the pill, so that’s not a problem. I also know that it’s illegal, but nobody has to know about this, okay?” Ryan’s crying softened, but he was still clearly upset.
“But what about damage? You know, like mental damage?” Cindy smiled reassuringly at her brother.
“It’s okay,” she said. “If we were five or ten years younger, then yeah, it would probably be abusive and could do psychological damage. But you’re not a little boy anymore, and I’m not a little girl. You won’t be abusing me.” She took one of Ryan’s hands and pressed it to her chest, right above her heart. “And I promise you, baby brother, I will never make you do anything you don’t want to. If you ever feel forced, just tell me and we’ll stop, okay?” She released Ryan’s hand and gently stroked his cheek, and he nodded, smiling.
“Thank you, Cindy,” he said. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Cindy said, climbing up and straddling Ryan’s lap. She could still see tears shining on his face, and she leaned forward and gently ran the tip of her tongue up his cheeks, tasting the salty liquid as she swept it from his skin. Ryan gasped, shuddering at the incredibly erotic sensation of his big sister licking away his tears. Finally, Cindy slid her face over and the siblings’ mouths met in a hot, sucking kiss, lips sliding against each other. Ryan’s arms went around his sister and pulled her flush against him, pressing her soft warmth against his body as he opened his mouth and Cindy rolled her tongue against his. They must have kissed for well over a minute, lost to their senses as they licked and sucked at each other’s mouths.
At last, they broke for air, gasping, and Cindy gave her little brother an impressed smile.
“Looks like I don’t need to teach you about making out!” she said. Ryan beamed with pride and moved to kiss her again, but Cindy ducked her head and began kissing the soft flesh of his neck while her hands went to the top button of his shirt. Slowly, she spread the shirt open, licking and sucking at his skin as she went.
“When we were at the beach, I saw the water running off you, and I wondered what you’d taste like,” she said, pausing to suck at Ryan’s nipples, loving the rubbery, faintly pebbled texture against her tongue. “Now I get to find out.” Slowly, Cindy made her way down her brother’s abdomen, before finally reaching his belt. “Let’s see what you have for me, baby brother.” As her hands worked on his buckle and zipper, Ryan suddenly grew nervous.
“Cindy…I…” he started, and then closed his mouth.
“Do you want to stop?” Cindy asked. “Remember, we can if you want.” Ryan shook his head.
“No, I want to keep going. It’s just I’m afraid I might not be…enough for you.” Cindy almost asked what he meant, but then it hit her, and her heart ached for her brother. Wanting to reassure him, she quickly hooked her fingers into his pants and boxers and pulled them both off, freeing his erection. She smiled.
“You were worried you wouldn’t be big enough,” she said, grasping his shaft with her right hand and slowly pumping it. Ryan nodded.
“I don’t have any real life experience, but I’ve read stories and watched videos, and the guys are always eight or nine inches, so I figured you’d be disappointed.” Cindy happily shook her head.
“I haven’t had a ton of boyfriends, but I’ve read enough in the medical books to know six inches is normal. You’re not a porn star; you’re human. Besides,” she said, “six inches is a lot easier to take in my mouth.” With a salacious smile, she opened her mouth and ran her tongue slowly up the underside of her brother’s cock, licking over the glans and exploring the hole at his tip. Ryan gasped and shuddered with pleasure.
“Cindy, that feels so good,” he said, looking down at her with something very close to awe. With a final flick at the tip, Cindy withdrew her tongue.
“It’s about to get a whole lot better.” Without any further talk, she bent down and wrapped her lips around his length. Ryan threw his head back, hands squeezing the sofa pillows as his sister slid her hot mouth up and down on him. Cindy relaxed as she got to the base, and then sucked hard as she drew back toward the tip, her cheeks contracting as she pulled on his flesh. After about a minute, she heard Ryan panting.
“Sis,” he got out between breaths. “I’m gonna…I think I’m gonna—”
“Let it go,” Cindy replied, pulling her lips off him and blowing gently on the tip. “I’ll take it all.” She immediately took him back into her mouth, as deep as he would go, and sucked as hard as she could. As her little brother twisted back and forth on the sofa, Cindy caressed his shaft, feeling his frantic pulse against her tongue. Finally, Ryan cried out and burst in her mouth, painting the back of her throat with jets of hot semen. Cindy kept sucking until she was sure he was done, and then pulled back, releasing his cock with a soft pop, and tilting her head up so he could see her throat as she swallowed.
“Wow,” Ryan breathed. “That was amazing.”
“Mmm,” Cindy hummed, slithering up his body for another wet kiss, “I’ll bet it was, but here’s another lesson: always make sure the woman has her pleasure too. Make sure it’s not just about you. Now, come on, Ryan.” Standing up, she took his hands and pulled him toward her bedroom. “Show your big sister how much you love her.”
In her room, Cindy turned on only the bedside lamp, casting everything in a soft, warm glow. At her direction, Ryan lay back on the bed and watched as Cindy slid first one, and then the other of her dress straps off her shoulders, and his eyes followed the garment as it slid down to pool at her feet.
Underneath the dress, Cindy was clad in lacy red panties and a matching bra, the cups high enough to cover her nipples and areolae, but just barely. She had picked the underwear out hoping that men would like them, and judging by the look on her brother’s face, he fully appreciated it.
With teasing slowness, Cindy reached behind her back and unhooked the bra, letting it fall away to expose her ample breasts and pert, pink nipples. Never taking her eyes off her brother’s, she slid the panties down her legs and tossed them away, revealing her silky thighs and shaved pussy, lips already glistening with her arousal.
“Cindy,” Ryan said, again with a look very close to awe, “you’re so beautiful.” Cindy’s heart swelled at her little brother’s compliment, and she had to fight back a lump in her throat.
“Thank you so much, Ryan,” she said, before walking slowly to the bed and crawling up to lie next to him. Grasping his shoulder, she gently pulled him on top of her. Later, there would be time for her to be on top, but this first time she wanted Ryan to be able to explore, to touch and taste to his heart’s content. “Now,” she said, “make love to me.”
Ryan stroked her face, before covering her mouth with his for another deep kiss, their tongues dancing together. Pulling away from her mouth, next he did what she had done to him, kissing and licking his way down the soft flesh of her throat. Cindy ran her fingers through Ryan’s hair, gently guiding his head down to her breasts. When he reached them, Ryan pulled back for a moment, reaching up to cup the smooth mounds, squeezing gently before rolling them back and forth, thumbs rubbing her hard nipples. Cindy hummed with pleasure, but wrapped a hand around the back of Ryan’s head, pulling him down.
“Suck,” she whispered, before inhaling sharply as her little brother closed his mouth around her right breast, sucking at the soft flesh with unbridled enthusiasm. Releasing some of her breast, he focused his suction on the area around her nipple, dragging his tongue across the hard nub, and even biting down on it ever so softly. Cindy reluctantly guided Ryan away from that breast, only to sigh with joy as he began sucking and licking at the other one. His left hand was under her back, pulling her up to force as much of her as possible into his mouth, as his right slid down her back to cup and squeeze her ass. Soon, far too soon for Cindy’s liking, Ryan pulled his mouth off of her, leaving her breasts glistening with his saliva.
“Oh, baby brother,” Cindy moaned, “you’re so good to me.” She began to gently push him down along her stomach, tensing in pleasant surprise as his tongue flicked into her navel. “Now I need you to take that wonderful mouth of yours somewhere else.” As she spread her thighs for him, Ryan hesitated, and Cindy realized he needed a little more guidance.
“See that little bud up there at the top?” she asked. “That’s my clitoris. It’s very sensitive, so pay special attention to it. Other than that, you can do whatever you want. Use your fingers, your tongue, anything.” Ryan needed no more encouragement, and he leaned in and covered her pussy with his mouth, sucking on her labia and thrusting his tongue as deep into her as it would go. Remembering his sister’s words, he took her clit between his lips and sucked on it, licking and tugging at it. Up above him, Cindy’s eyes were squeezed shut, her brow furrowed as she focused all her attention on the amazing sensations her brother’s lips and tongue were giving her.
“Keep it up,” she panted. “I’m going to come!” Ryan redoubled his efforts, sucking hard at her clitoris and thrusting one, then two of his fingers inside of her.
“Oh, God, Ryan! Yes! Oh, oh GOOOD!” Ryan inadvertently brushed his fingers over a sensitive spot inside her, and Cindy’s orgasm crashed over her like an ocean swell, causing her to clamp her thighs around his head as stars burst behind her eyes. As her vision came back into focus, she saw Ryan climb back up beside her, and she pulled him in for another kiss. “You did great, baby brother.” Ryan smiled, blushing.
“I have a good teacher,” he said. “I don’t know if I should say this, but I’m really glad I’m learning this with you.” Cindy felt her heart swell with love again, and she kissed her brother one more time, a soft, warm press of lips on lips. For a moment, the siblings just stared into each other’s eyes, until Cindy became aware of Ryan’s erection pressing hot and heavy against her thigh.
“I think it’s time for the best part,” she said, pulling him up on top of her again. Taking him into the cradle of her thighs, Cindy reached down and took hold of his cock, guiding it to her wet entrance. “Now,” she said, returning her gaze to Ryan’s eyes, “just push gently.” Doing as his sister instructed, Ryan thrust forward, and began to push into her.
In spite of the lubrication provided by her first orgasm, Cindy was still tight, and both siblings gasped as he filled her, stretching her inner walls and making her shiver. She didn’t tell him to wait for her to adjust to him, but it seemed he knew, or perhaps was struggling not to come immediately. Either way, it was exactly what she needed. After a moment, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his forehead down to rest against hers.
“Okay,” she said. “You can start now.” Nodding, Ryan started slow, but immediately accelerated, pounding into her forcefully. At this rate it wasn’t going to last, so Cindy gripped her little brother’s hips, slowing him down.
“What’s wrong?” Ryan asked.
“Why are you going so fast?” Cindy responded. “You don’t need to.”
“Well, I remembered what you said. I wanted to make sure that you…you know, before I did.” Cindy kissed her brother gently before speaking again.
“Thank you,” she said, “but don’t try to force it. Go slow and just let it happen.”
“Okay,” Ryan said, nodding. He started to thrust again, but this time gently, moving in and out of his sister with slow, measured strokes. Occasionally he leaned his face down to Cindy’s for another kiss, but for the most part the two just watched each other, wrapped in their own universe, where nothing existed except the warmth they were giving each other.