My sister lies in her king-sized bed, as close to the edge as possible so the ordeal of swinging her legs around to sit upright is minimized. Her shrunken frame is practically swallowed up under the comforter and the five pillows propped around her. To: [email protected]@ [email protected]@ [email protected]@linuxvideo.org

Tonight, as we lie together naked in her bed, I feel closer than ever to understanding my sister’s choices, her multi-faceted complexities. My newfound awareness is wordless, wrapped up in bare skin and stripped emotions. My family is unfortunately not doing as well. We live in a three bedroom apartment. I let my 15 year old sister have her own bedroom, my parents have their own room, and my two sisters (12 and 9) share a bedroom but have different beds. A show of solidarity,” I joke to my sister, but I feel lighter and freer having shed at least one small constricting layer. I then slowly rubbed her boob as I leaned in and kissed her once again. While we were kissing I rubbed my hands down her body and finally got to her short shorts. I pulled away from her lips and looked down at the button, making sure I can see what im doing. Finally I get the button and the zipper to her shorts and I undo and tugs them off her followed by her pink panties she was wearing. For our entire lives, we’ve traveled similar but disparate paths, beginning with shared childhood experiences that skewed our outlooks and distorted our perspectives.

My sister wants me...

She’s skeletal, her hard-edged bones a sharp and startling counterpoint to the soft, loose folds of skin hanging like curtains from her arms and legs. Her thighs are the size of my calves. She eventually stopped right after getting me ready. "Let's wait for mom to leave first so we don't get caught. OK, little bro?" Hmmm should I, or should I not?”, she inquired almost rhetorically as she snapped away at my waistband of my under shorts. What’s up Boner Boy? You playin with yourself again… as usual?” my sister giggled to her friend. I could tell that they had been obviously drinking, and were high by the smell of their breath.

And occasionally I reach out to touch my sister’s hand. I feel for her warmth, her essence—and reassurance that she hasn’t left me. The worst part of it is that I began to like it. I succumbed to my older sister and just lost the will to fight it. She took note of it. She let go of my arms and wrapped them around her hips.

Deviation Actions

As I continued she moans more, I went harder and started breathing heavily. Her bed slightly shaked, making a bang noise everytime it hit the wall. I bit my lip and shut my eyes tight, as I got close to hitting my orgasm. My breath hitched and I thrusted one hard time, "Ross!" She moaned out. I smiled slightly doing it again, and I quietly groaned as I felt orgasm hit. "O-Oh god..." I moaned, starting to release cum into her.

As I approached my 12 year old sisters bed, and slowly began to put money under her pillow, she said my name aloud. She said sleeping on her side facing me. She asked if I could cuddle her - just for tonight. I nodded and went onto her bed. She turned around so I was in a spooning position behind her. I put my right hand around her and we slept together. I’m grateful for the semi-darkness that conceals my reaction, for her fogged illness that blurs her awareness.Oh my God.. so gross! Ewe –ewe – ewe!!”, my sister blurted out in disgust as she ran out of the room wanting to wipe her face with her hands but hesitating to do so as if it was acid on her or something. Her friend followed her out laughing all the way down the hall leaving me naked and hopelessly tied up and gagged on the floor still.

When I woke up this morning, I was still spooning her while she was sleeping. I got up and made myself breakfast. That's when it me - what if she was sleep-talking or something. WHat if I imagined what she said. I feel guilty because I know I shouldn't have slept on the same bed as her. Man, this might be an awkward conversation because we don't get along and if I tell her... yeah. I spend the night sleeping fitfully, constantly listening for the stop-start pattern of my sister’s ragged, irregular breathing, a mirror to the sputtering of my own worried heart.She told me that she loves me the most out of any guy she's ever been out with. She said that if we weren't siblings, she'd marry me. I screamed, “You better not or I swear I’ll kill you!!” through my gag to only have it come out on the other side as a series of unintelligible staccato’ed “Mffffh-mmffffh” noises. I was near exhausted from my efforts to break free already. Hmmm what do we have under here little brother?” My sister enthusiastically said as she snapped the waistband of my underwear playfully a few times. She then began to french kiss me. She slid her tongue inside my mouth, slithering it around while pushing her gigantic breasts againt my chest and her leg in between my crotch.