Orphaned Siblings

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Orphaned Siblings (Closed for YourDreamGirl)

Our father ran the local timber mill, and my step-mother was active in a few community groups, which meant that everyone in town knew me, and my step-sister. This was my father’s second marriage, since my mother passed away during a problematic birth 25 years ago. A couple of years later my father met my step-mother, and not long thereafter, Natalie was born.

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It was about 3AM when I was woken by someone knocking at the front door. I pulled my robe on, and sleepily fumbled my way through the house, to the front door. “Who is it?” I asked.

“David, its Sheriff Carter. Can you open up please?” A solemn voice said from the other side of the door.

I turned the porch light on, and opened the door, and Sheriff Carter was on the other side, standing there with a sombre face, and said “David, I have some bad news for you. Your parents have been involved in a nasty car crash, and have been taken to County Hospital. If you want, I will wait while you get dressed, and I’ll take you out there."

I thanked Sheriff Carter and invited him in while I threw some sweat pants, a t-shirt, and an old pair of sneakers on over the boxers I was sleeping in, and returned to the foyer where Sheriff Carter was waiting. He sped across town to the hospital, and ushered me in to a private waiting room.

Not long after I was in the waiting room, a doctor came in and told me that my father was in a very serious condition, and had minimal chance of surviving, and my step-mother was an induced coma, because she had some serious internal injuries, and was on her way to theatre as we spoke. The doctor suggested I ring the family, and tell them what was happening. The doctor pointed to a phone on the wall and told me I could use that phone to ring anyone I needed to.

There was really only one person I needed to tell, and that was Natalie, my stunningly beautiful step-sister. I had tears in my eyes, as I dialled her cell number, and I could feel a lump forming in my throat. The thought of how this was going to impact Natalie was devastating to me. I had always tried to protect her, and now I was going to be the one to cause her hurt, and upset.

Natalie was at the main college campus, 3 hours drive away, and I knew that her driving knowing what had happened could be nothing but dangerous. As this thought came to me, a groggy Natalie answered her phone, and I said, “Hi Natalie. Sorry for waking you. But you need to get back home, urgently. There has been a nasty accident, and mum and dad are both in County Hospital, it’s serious.”

There was some other conversation, but I tried to keep Natalie calm, but I could hear the upset in her voice, as she hung up the phone. I told her to ask for me when she got the desk. I went to the desk, and told the nurse that Natalie would be here in about 3 hours, and asked her if she could direct Natalie to me when she arrived.

I went and sat back in the waiting room I had been waiting in, and waited for some news or Natalie to arrive.
 
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When the phone rang I had only been asleep for a couple of hours. My finals were coming up and after cramming all that information into my head I really didn't want to be woken up. After a few minutes of pulling myself together and bringing my mind back to the fully awaken state I heard my brother's voice. It had been at least a month since we had last spoken and now he was calling me at 3 am?

As David explained the recent, tragic events, my heart sank deep into my chest. I could always tell when he was trying to shield me or not tell me everything. David never wanted to hurt me and avoided it when he could. When I heard the tone in voice it was all too familiar. He had used the same tone whenever he sugar coated really bad news.

It was the very tone he had when he tried to convince me that my ex boyfriend wasn't my perfect mate because of our small differences. What David really meant by “small differences” was that my ex boyfriend was cheating on me and that I should dump him. It was the same tone he had when I got cut from the cheer team in high school and wanted to convince me that they just didn't know talent. And well, actually watching myself dance on an old family home movie I realized that I hadn't had an once of rhythm in my body at all.

This morning though, he wasn't protecting me from something as small and insignificant as those things. I could just tell that our parents were more worse off than he wanted me too know. Throwing on my college hoodie and a pair of casual pants over my nightie I rushed to get to back home. I hadn't been home much at all after getting into college. Yes I still saw my family but they would visit me an not vice versa unless it was the holidays. I never wanted to return to that small town that made me feel trapped and now I had no choice in the matter. My family need me, David needed me.

The sun was nearly up when I made it to the hospital. Once I walked through the door a feeling of dread came over me. The nurse who had directed me to the room spoke in melancholy. When I saw David standing in the hall I froze. I hadn't seen him in over a year. He reminded me of dad when he was young fit and working at the mill.

I had hoped that it would have been my dad and that things really weren't that bad and then my brother turned to face me. The striking resemblance to old photos of our father left me. There was no way that was pop. Then he smiled unconvincingly as I walked over giving him the tightest hug I could. Resting my head on his chest he wrapped his arms around my shoulders pulling me closer to him.

“What's wrong?”
 
The moment I saw Natalie standing in the hall, tears filled my eyes, as I tried to put on brave front, but now I was tasked with the hideous task of telling her that her mother has suffered some horrendous injuries, and as a result of this , she had passed away. Feeling Natalie hugging me eased some of the pain, but didn't make my job any easier.

I returned Natalie's hug, and squeezed her as tightly as she was squeezing me, trying to control myself from sobbing uncontrollably. When the hug broke, I led Natalie to the waiting room I had called her from, the same room the nursing staff had told me I could use, and ushered her to sit down. I sat down in the chair beside Natalie, and began to fill her in about what mum and dad were doing out at 2:30 in the morning. I drew a deep breath, and said "Mum and dad had been invited to some annual black tie dinner, and were on their way home. They were coming through an intersection when some interstate truckie, ran a red light, and collected their car." I finished.

I could see the pain and upset running through Natalie as I told her what had happened. I pulled her close, and held her, I whispered in her ear, "I have more to tell you." Not letting go of Natalie, I said "The doctors came around about an hour ago and told me that..." I left my voice trail off as a figure in to door caught my eye.

"Mr Williams, I am sorry to interrupt, but your father’s condition is deteriorating. I don’t think he will make it too much longer. Would you like to see him?” The doctor said. I looked at Natalie and without waiting for any indication from her, I said, “Yes please.”

I stood up and offered Natalie my hand, and followed the doctor to our father’s bed. Our father was hooked up to all sorts of machines, which monitored all of our father’s vital signs and some that were providing him with fluids, and other medication. I felt tears welling in my eyes, as we stood there looking at him, and seeing him so badly injured by the crash. I draped my arm around Natalie, as the machines started to beep frantically. The doctor reappeared, and said “I’m sorry Mr Williams, but there is nothing else we can do.”

I hugged Natalie, tightly, and said, “Well, I guess this means we are orphans. I’m sorry Natalie, but mum is gone too. I was going to tell you when the doctor interrupted me.”
 
The next few days were basically a blur to me after hearing the word orphan leave his lips. I never thought that I would be so young with it did finally happen. I racked herself with guilt for not visiting more after college. If I had known that this would happen I would have cherished the last two years and spent it with our mum and dad.

After going through all the arrangements and the depressing goodbye ceremony to my parents, I didn't want to loose the time I had left with my brother and put my education on hold to move in with him. Since our parents death we had inherited the family house.

I wanted to help David go through all that old stuff and memories, straightening up the place. As I toured through the old family home I saw that our parents still hadn't converted my room over into a guest room. All of my old things were still there in her room. Every rock band's poster that I liked stayed taped to the wall.

"I guess this is will be my room Dave...I guess you could have the master bedroom."

I walk over to the small pile of books on my desk and find that there all key locked. They were key locked because they were my old dairies

I give them quick dusting and promise myself that I would read them later in privacy before I head back downstairs. David was busy packing away old things of our parents into storage boxes when I enter the living area.

"I'll do that big bro, you just take a break" I said pointing to soft plush sofa and then I plop down on it next to him laying my head in his lap. "I know we haven't really talked about me staying here a little longer" I said looking up at him, watching for his reaction.

"I don't want to be alone right now and I don't think you should be either." I stroke my fingers through his hair and then ask "So I'm putting off my schooling and moving back here full time. I could always go back to school later but for now I want it to be like it used to be"

I explain that he could go to work and that I would take care of everything around the house and packing up our parents things. I let him know that I want to enjoy being together as brother and sister and as a family.
 
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I sat down at his Natalie's insistence, and listened to her as she explained how she didn't want to be alone, and her plans for postponing her schooling, and how she had even thought about her and I living together as a family.

Initially, I was against her leaving school, especially to take care of me, but I knew if I was going to keep this family together, or financially afloat, it seemed to be the only way. Natalie wasn't aware that the business had been failing, and that the house had been significantly mortgaged, and dad had been struggling to keep both the business, and the house.

I drew a deep breath as I thumbed through a photo album, and looking for good memories, something to make me laugh, I said to Natalie, "Nat, I appreciate your offer, but there are things you need to know. The timber yard isn't doing as well as we think. In fact, dad mortgaged the house to try and keep the business afloat. There are only a couple of things we can do. We can either sell the timber yard, pay off the mortgage, and I try and secure another job, or we sell the house, keep the business, and we move in to a smaller house."

I wasn't sure as to how Natalie would react, and it was then I found a photo I had been looking for. Dad had encouraged us to help around the house, and do things to help our parents, so this photo was one day after dad had gotten both of us to wash his car one hot summers day. Natalie would have been about 11, which put me at about 16, and dad had fallen asleep on the balcony. I set it up with Nat to take a photo just as I poured a bucket of water over dad. Dad woke with a start, and was coughing and spluttering. When he had finished coughing and spluttering, the biggest water fight this family had seen had began, everyone got involved, even mum. As I pointed to the photo, I said "Hey Nat, remember this?" I said chuckling, "Dad didn't know what happened..." I hoped that this would cover up the severity of the bad news I had just broken to Natalie.
 
A frown spread across my face when I had realized just how much trouble the family was in. David tried to distract me with memories of good times but that wasn't going to solve our problem. I sat further into the couch slumping as I shrugged my shoulders “I don't know what to do bro, I have a little in my savings from waiting tables but it's not nearly enough to make a difference”

This was last thing that I wanted to be left up to me. I loved our family home but after all that happened , it started to seem more like a memorial than a home. The timber yard was our dad's legacy. I couldn't let that die as well so I made the hard decision to sell the house.

“Okay, we can sell the house. It's just the two of us, so we don't have a need for such a big home” I say looking to my brother, trying to give my best look of confidence. I wanted him to see that I was strong and not a kid anymore. The time of David being my backbone had to come to an end.

“Dad poured himself into that yard David, we can't let it fall apart” My voice was upbeat as I grabbed his hand, giving it a light pat. After making sure he was fine emotionally I went into the kitchen to see what I could whip up for some lunch. The weather was extremely humid for this time of year so when I bent over to poke my head into the fridge the cool air felt invigorating.

If my brother hadn't been present I might have been strutting around in just my shorts and bikini top but , he didn't need to see me that way. I could just hear him now telling me how revealing my choice in clothing was and trying to keep me from heading out into the backyard to catch the breeze after running through the sprinklers.

He was good for keeping me in check that way, too good in fact. As soon as I left home and went to college I had become a bit of a wild child. Late nights partying, playing drinking games and flirting with whomever I thought was hot had become my norm over the last year. Not to mention, I had grown comfortable with showing off my body and watching the college jocks fawn all over me.

All of that was now coming to an end and it was time for me to live life more structured than flying by the seat of my panties. After grabbing a few things from the ice box I peered over at my brother. “So the options are a sandwich or a sandwich” I say with a small laugh trying to lighten the mood.

Then I notice the grocery list our parents wrote posted on the fridge and sigh. “I'll go into town later to pick of a few things for dinner. The old grill still works! Maybe you should fire it up huh?” I wanted to take his mind off what he had just discussed. Throwing a little barbecue might just do the trick. “I can pick up few ales if want too, I'm can legally purchase it now you know?” I stated later, waiting for his reaction to my suggestion of grilled foods and most all his reaction to me mentioning the ale.
 
I watched Natalie’s face as I explained the situation to her, and I saw the frown spread slowly, the more I told her, despite my attempts to distract her with good memories of days gone by. When Natalie offered the savings of her tips, I knew she understood the gravity of the situation, but I was not ready to accept her money, neither mum nor dad would have wanted me to accept it, and I sure as hell didn’t want my baby sister providing for me. It was my place to provide for her, not the other way around, and I was determined to do it right. “I can’t accept your money Nat, it’s just not right.” I said, as I rested my hand on her knee to reassure her.

I listened to Natalie as she said “Okay, we can sell the house. It's just the two of us, so we don't have a need for such a big home.” I was inclined to agree with her. I listened to her defend her decision, and the more she explained her choice the more I was inclined to agree with her.

I watched as Natalie went into the kitchen, pulled out my laptop, and started a broad search of what was for sale in and around town, when Natalie said “So the options are a sandwich or a sandwich.” I chuckled and said “I think I’ll have sandwich or 2 thanks Nat.”

I kept looking on my computer as Natalie busied herself in the kitchen making lunch, and listened to her as she kept talking. When Natalie mentioned going in town to grab some stuff for dinner, and the idea of firing up the grill, and having a few ales, I had flashbacks to the times when we would have people over, with dad standing round the grill telling stories and jokes, while drinking his beer. I was snapped backed to reality when the words “I can pick up few ales if want too, I'm can legally purchase it now you know?” registered, ‘Holy shit!’ I thought to myself ‘She’s right.’

“Yeah Nat, that sounds like a good idea. If you want you can take my car in to town.” I said as Natalie emerged from the kitchen. “I’m thinking I might come in to town with you, as I want have a talk to Mr Brown, the real estate guy, and organise him to come out and give us a price on the house. I also want to go have a look at a few of these houses that are advertised on the net, and since it’s going to be your house too, I think you should be with me. If you don’t mind, that is.” I looked up at Natalie, and realised that she was standing there the whole time I had been rabbiting on, and she was still holding my sandwiches. “Shit, sorry Nat. Thanks” I said as I took the sandwiches from her.
 
“Did you forget already?” I asked flashing him a smile. He had quickly made himself busy with researching houses. I took a peek over his shoulder at a few of the options and a few of them were quite doable. Some of the homes were even in different near by towns which suited me just fine. We could get away from all the sympathetic eyes of our parent's friends if we went with one of those locations.

“I wonder where we could possibly move with the funds gained from this house?” I asked wanting to know just how far he was comfortable with moving or if he had some place in mind already. After finishing my sandwich I took a moment to head upstairs to fix my hair and grab a different shirt. I wanted to look a bit less casual if I was going to meet a realtor. When I lifted my camisole over my head I noticed my old dairies on my desk.

“It couldn't hurt to take just a look” I said going through my jewelry box looking for the key that opened the locked journals. After a few moments of searching through all the outdated teenage earring collections I had it was found.

I had managed to read a lot of very good memories on those pages and then I found something that I barely remembered written there. It was an entry in there about David and one of his girlfriends during his college years. I couldn't believe that I didn't remember catching him with his girlfriend having sex on the downstairs sofa. He had no idea that I had seen anything or was even there with the way he was going at it with her. Our parent's were celebrating their anniversary somewhere romantic that weekend and he was left in charge of me. Mostly to make sure that I didn't try to throw a party will the parents were gone.

I was headed down to get a late night snack and heard the grunts and moans coming from downstairs. I didn't expect to see him fucking! At most I thought that I would just be walking in on him stroking it to a porno or something. I didn't even want to see that so when I took the first three steps down my head was completely turned away and my foot steps were as light a mouses. It was only when I heard his girlfriend at the time moaning his name that it got me to turn my head. Instantly I froze my jaw dropped with shock and awe when I saw him pounding her deeply on the sofa.

It probably wasn't good that stood there watching for a few minutes. He was just such a good kid, and my older brother. I never actually saw him as a man in his 20's who might want to have sex at the age I was. My own sexual personality hadn't even formed yet. Sex was the last thing I was interested in and there he was exploring it all. Eventually I gave up on it ending anytime soon so that I could get a snack and went back to my room.

Now here I am 21 years old and laughing about it. He still doesn't know about that night and he probably never will. I throw on a nice blouse to match my jeans and realize that the image of him having sex wouldn't leave my mind, and even worse it was a slight turn on. I shrugged it off blaming it on the fact that I hadn't had any sex of my own in quite some time. Seeing anyone having hard passionate sex would probably make my panties wet right now.

I head back downstairs to see what he's up too and ask “Are you ready to go? I'm ready whenever you are David”. I curse myself inside my head when I notice my tone was the one I use to seduce my boyfriends when I want it. My use of that voice wasn't done intentionally by any means. I was just horny and it was starting to show. I start to laugh to mask my embarrassment before changing the subject to things that we might want to grill up for dinner.
 
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Looking up at Natalie as she said, “Are you ready to go? I'm ready whenever you are David” I realised that I was still in my old sweat pants, and an old t-shirt, as my eyes roamed over Natalie's body, and it was at that moment I realised how much she had grown, and what a beautiful young lady she had turned in to. "Give me 10 minutes Miss Eager Beaver. I still need to shower and change."

I hit print on the last property I was looking at, and when the printer finished printing that page, I shut my laptop, and slid it under the coffee table, and headed upstairs to shower and change. As I climbed the stairs, I could feel my semi-erect cock hitting my leg with each step I took. 'What bought that on?' I wondered, 'I haven't looked at porn? I hadn't had any overly sexual thoughts?' I was a little confused by it, until it dawned on me, Natalie had provoked this reaction in my body. It was the only explanation.

I turned the shower on nice and hot, as I stripped out of my clothes, and had a quick shave to make myself appear at least semi-presentable. I stepped under the shower, and washed myself, still a tad confused as to how my sister could have caused such a reaction in me. As I let the water pound my body, and carry with it the suds of soap that clung to body, I tried to push the fact the my icky little bratty sister could do something like that to me, out of my mind. But it didn't go anywhere. It was firmly embedded in there, and it had grown roots, and was there to stay.

I dried and dressed, with a very persistent semi-erect cock. I tucked myself in to my boxers, before pulling on a snug pair of jeans, one of my better business shirts, and a jacket, before digging out my dress shoes, sliding them on. I looked at myself in the mirror, and thought 'Smart, but casual. Perfect!' I grabbed my keys, wallet, and cell phone off the dresser, and began back down stairs.

Natalie was sitting on the lounge, waiting for me, when I saw her, I felt a lurch in my pants, which confirmed everything I had thought, but I wasn't about to let Natalie know she was turning me on. "I'm ready now Natalie." As I reached in to my pockets, and tossed her the keys, "What the hell, you can drive my car." Before heading out the back and checking that the back door was locked. I came back in to the lounge room, and found Natalie still sitting on the lounge. "Ready Nat?"
 
“Yea I'm ready and from the looks of it you're just about ready to David” I say pointing at the small bulge that was forming in his snug jeans and then giving him a laugh. I jingled the car keys in my hand before sliding off the lounge and meeting him at the door. David's face was obviously confused by my comment. I myself was even more confused by what I had said but the remembered we took baths together as small children, he's my brother so I get to tease him a bit.

“Don't feel so bad bro, it's not like I haven't seen it before” I say giving him a pat on the chest as I met him at the entrance to the lounge. “Your girlfriend must well satisfied!” Laughing I pat him on the chest and then head out to the car. I know that all probably caught him off guard. We never spoke about our sex lives with each other. Last I known, David didn't have a girlfriend but I assumed he still had some kind of friend with benefits.

As I waited for him to meet me outside I couldn't help but wonder what had him in that condition in the first place. Had he just went upstairs and touched himself in the shower? I shook my head poking my tongue out trying to get the image of him in the shower out of my head. The mystery of just why he was semi-erect was really bugging me though. I started to wonder about if he or well “it” had changed any since that night I caught him on the sofa. I even wondered what it might look like fully at attention but then was interrupted when David finally made it to the car.

I unlocked the doors and headed to the driver's side to start the car. Adjusting the seat and mirrors a little I started the car. “So where too first bro?”
 
I tried to ignore Natalie's smart comment about me being more than ready, but when my sister turned around and said, “Don't feel so bad bro, it's not like I haven't seen it before... Your girlfriend must well satisfied!”, all images of my pure, innocent, virtuous little sister got smashed to 1,000 pieces and left me somewhat shell-shocked.

I didn't say a word, as we walked out to the car, and to be honest, I can't even tell you if Natalie spoke to me on the way out to the car. My mind was racing. I had all sort of images running through my head. Was Natalie saying that she had seen what I had to offer a girl? Was she saying she was promiscuous? Was she just stirring me?

It wasn't till I heard Natalie close the driver's door that I snapped out of the trance I was in. I quickly got in the car, and put my seatbelt on. I watched as Natalie adjusted the seat and mirrors a little before starting the car, and she asked “So where too first bro?”

"Well sis, you're driving, but I want to go to Browns Real Estate. So we can go do that first, if you like. I am not sure how long that is going to take, so if you like we could head there first." I said.

As Natalie drove, I kept stealing looks at her, wondering what she had meant, but also imagining what was being hidden under her clothes. "So Nat, you never told me, what did you get up to at college, how many boys heart did you break while you were away?" I said as Natalie drove in to town.
 
At first I laughed it off when he asked me about my love life and then my laugh became more of an embarrassed one as I answered. "I've broken my share and just in case you're wondering David I'm not a virgin." I'm sure that my admission probably just blew his mind and the perfect little angel picture that he had formed about me.

"By the way, really smooth the way you tried to ask" I say sarcastically with a giggle and a smile stroking his thigh.

"Don't worry, I'm not a slut or anything and if you're wondering I have seen yours " My laughter is uncontrollable as continue to make him feel uncomfortable. He had always been the one to do that to me when he would ask me about boys that I liked. It was a nice change of pace to be one to make him uncomfortable.

"So David how's your love life? Huh? Any lucky ladies fighting for your attention?"

I try to change the subject to focus on him instead of me but it we were nearly at our stop so this conversation would have to wait later. I was very interested to know what he was up now that he had brought up my romantic life.

As I put the car in park I tell him that it's okay and we can talk about that stuff later. The Realtor office was a fairly good sized office. I was thinking this guy might able to really get us a good price for the place.
 
I listened with disbelief as Natalie openly admitted that she had “broken her share,” and that she wasn’t a virgin. The image I had of Natalie was deteriorating further and further with every admission. I jumped when Natalie placed her hand on my thigh, and started stroking my thigh, with aided the blood flow to my already semi-erect cock exponentially.

I started looking at Natalie in a whole new light. Here was the image of my innocent sister, transforming to a wanton nymphomaniac, partially because of her admissions, and partially because of her actions. The fact Natalie admitted she wasn’t a slut barely registered, or did anything to repair her failing image

When Natalie asked "So David how's your love life? Huh? Any lucky ladies fighting for your attention?" I shifted uncomfortably, and whether it was my imagination, or just bad timing on my part, but I thought for a fleeting moment Natalie’s hand had brushed against my cock, which by this time was hard enough to drill through a vault, but I ignored that fact, as I answered Natalie. “Well Natalie, I have had a few ladies, but there is no one special. I’m not really looking for a special girl at the moment. My measure was our mother.” I paused as the pang of her death rang through me, and I am sure Natalie felt it too, but I carried on and said “She was a special lady Nat, and the closest person I could say is anything close to her is…” I paused as I debated how to say this, then I decided to say “Is well you, my stinky, icky, little, bratty, pain in the ass sister.”

As Nat put the car in park, I said “Listen Natalie, this might be painful, but we need to do it, and I would rather you are involved, because this is our house we are selling, and our house we are buying.” I took both of Nat’s hands and held them. “I know mum and dad left us the house, and what happened to them was the nastiest blow life could have dealt us, but they would want us to do this.” I leant forward and kissed Nat on the forehead, like I used to when she was little, then got out of the car.

I waited at the edge of the car for Natalie, and offered her hand as we walked towards the office.

The meeting with Mr Brown went for a while, while he explained the intricacies of selling the existing house, and how long it would take to settle a new property. The end result was Mr Brown would be coming out to appraise the house tomorrow, and had a few properties for us to drive past and see which ones we liked, and he would arrange an inspection after he had appraised mum and dads house.

“That wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be Nat.” I looked at her, and noticed her tearing up, so I gave her a hug, and another kiss on the forehead, before saying, “Well sis, you are driving, where to now?”
 
He was right about it not being as bad as it could have been but I was still very attached to memories that we had created in that old house. I hold him as tight as I possibly could before letting go and rubbing a rogue tear from my eye.

" So I guess it's off to the market and then home for a some relaxation time"

The car ride to the market was slow and boring seeing how neither of us were really in the mood for conversation. I couldn't help but think about what David had said earlier about women and me especially. I know it was something that I probably shouldn't have done but I wanted to get my mind off selling the house.

I wanted to tell David that I know what he meant by wanting someone to measure up to our parents. Many a time I had looked for someone who had reminded me of our father but no one could even hold a candle to him except for David.

As soon as we get home I put away the groceries and turn on some music to lighten the mood. Tossing my jacket in the coat closet I take a peak outside noticing the storm clouds approaching. "Well I don't know how much of a barbecue it will be when the clouds roll in."


I open my beer and asks my brother if he still wants us to take this outside before I offer to keep us inside. I wait for his decision as I hear the pinging of rain drops outside. Taking one big gulp of my beer I step out of my heeled sandals before stepping out of my jeans revealing my dark purple boy shorts.

Watching the reaction on his face was priceless. "These aren't my panties David.I'm actually wearing a thong to be truthful" I say the corners of my lips turning up into a smile by how freaked he was to hear me say that.

"These are my laying around the dorm shorts... and just a little payback for calling me your stinky, icky, little, bratty, pain in the ass sister. I figured you seeing me in my little itty bitty shorts would show you just how bratty I can be huh?" I laugh taking one final sip of my drink and heading out to the back patio.

The rain is really starting to fall now and I lounge in a patio chair dipping my toes over the edge of the roof over the patio to get them wet. The temperature is still warm to be raining so hard and I decide to go dancing out in our back yard in the rain. My long dark hair started to become long wavy locks as I continue to dance. I had always wanted to do this as a child but Mum and Dad never let me. I could just hear them now, screaming and telling me to get back inside before I catch a cold.

Soon the rain stops and the clouds move away from the sun. I wring out my blouse and realize that my bright pink bra is showing through it because I soaked I got. "Oh shit! I can't let my brother see this!"

I try to peek inside the house to see where he's standing and if there's anyway that I can sneak pass him undetected but it's too late. He's standing right at the glass patio door. "Crap!" I say to myself quickly covering my exposed chest and walking back to the patio porch.

"Don't say a word" I growl embarrassed with a smile on my face as I slip beside him and into the house.
 
As we drove home, I sat in silence, and let the gravity of what we had just done sink in. The mood was sombre in the car, so there wasn’t much said. When we got home, I grabbed the groceries in one arm, and the beer in the other, while Natalie walked in front and opened the house up.

After I put the groceries down, and grabbed myself a beer, I heard Natalie say "Well I don't know how much of a barbecue it will be when the clouds roll in." as I opened the beer. I sat on the lounge as I watched Nat, looking at her in the new light of a sexually active woman, instead of the pure light she used to hold. I was admiring her curves, wondering about the mysteriousness of her body, like the size of her nipples, the firmness of her young, perky breasts, and if she shaved, trimmed or waxed her most sacred place.

When I saw Natalie start to undo her pants, my jaw must of hit the floor, then bounced a couple of times because of Nat’s comment, "These aren't my panties David. I'm actually wearing a thong to be truthful" which only caused more tension in the crutch of my jeans. My cock was so hard, it was hurting, and seeing and hearing Nat like this certainly didn’t do anything to ease my predicament.

I watched as Natalie walked out the back door, with her beer in hand, and went upstairs to change my pants. While I was upstairs, I locked my bedroom door, grabbed the tube of KY I kept hidden, and quickly provided some relief for myself, as I looked out my window over the backyard, and watched Nat dance as I stroked my cock. It took all of 3 full strokes before my balls started to contract, and my cock start to twitch, and my cum started to spew from my cock on to the floor. Once my orgasm had passed, I quickly cleaned up the floor, pulled on my old faithful sweatpants, deciding on the spur on the moment to go commando, and head back down stairs.

I wasn’t upstairs that long, but by the time I got back downstairs it the heavens had opened, and the rain was pouring down. And I could do nothing but chuckle as I watched Natalie dance around the yard in the pouring rain, but it was nothing more than a typical summer storm that left as quickly as it came, and the sun was bursting through the clouds. It was then I could see the bright pink of Nat’s bra radiating through the thin fabric of her blouse. I chuckled as I saw Nat try to cover herself, and walk inside. The "Don't say a word" from Nat told me how embarrassed she was, so as much as I wanted to say something, I opted to say nothing as she walked past me. However I couldn’t resist playfully swatting her on her ass as she walked past.

I watched as she disappeared up the stairs, with the image of Nat standing there in her bright pink bra, and dark purple boy shorts burned in to my mind. Her legs looked incredibly smooth, and so inviting. Once Nat was out of sight, I pulled the steak out, and started cooking it. As I turned the steak, the thought hit me. Nat and I needed to have some fun. So I pulled out a nice table cloth, found the stash of emergency candles, and set up some soft music. I set the table, and the returned to the kitchen to check on the steak.

I pulled out the salad from fridge, and put it in one of Mum’s good serving bowls, and sat it in the middle of the table. I called out to Nat saying dinner was ready, and I sat at the table, waiting for Nat to descend the stairs.

As I sat and waited for Nat to come down, I had visions of her relieving herself on her bed, madly fingering her tight pussy, rubbing her clit, and tweaking her nipples. I resisted the temptation to go and investigate, instead I drained the beer I had been sitting on since we had gotten home, and cracked another beer. I walked to the bottom of the stairs and called out a second time saying dinner is ready.
 
I had only been upstairs for less than an hour when I heard David calling for me to come downstairs. After getting over a little bit of the embarrassment I just suffered I toweled off and relaxed on my bed. I figured it would give me just a few more moments to relax before I came back down. There was something completely different about the way my brother had looked at me when I slid pass him to step inside.

If I didn't know any better I would have said he was eyeing me the way man eyes a girl he wants to have sex with. The smack he gave me on the ass also didn't help in his defense. As I laid there staring at my ceiling and give my self a royal kick in the ass for even thinking the thoughts that I had been thinking about David, I realized that part of me wanted it to be more than just a brother playing with his annoying little sister.

The smack he gave me to the rear had body tingling. I felt bad and awkward as I lied there thinking nasty, dirty, terrible thoughts about my brother. I felt turned on imagining him bending me over the sofa and pounding deep and hard into me the same way he had fucked his girlfriend that night.

I heard his voice calling to come downstairs again and decided that I would but this time, I threw on a tank top, fresh pair of panties and new pair of shorts when I came down. This first thing I saw were the candles, then I smelled the food.

"What's with all this? I asked taking a fresh beer out of the refrigerator and taking a seat.

"The music is a nice touch David" I pop the cap on the my drink tapping his for cheers "Trying to wine and dine your little sis huh?"

I don't fail to notice his missing underwear by the way his cock moved so freely inside his sweatpants. I had also hoped that he had noticed my missing bra under my tank top.

"Looks great bro" I say with a smile. Knowing all the while I meant his manhood and not the food. I was testing the water, seeing what would happen if I dipped my toe in and tried to hit on my brother. Would he even notice?
 
I sat in my usual chair at the dinner table, and waited for Nat to come downstairs, and was pleasantly surprised with her attire when she came downstairs. I watched as she descended each step, admiring her legs, the fluidness of their movements, and then her shorts. The shorts barely covered her boy shorts, if that is what she wearing underneath them, meaning that almost all of her leg was bare, and they looked silky smooth. By the time Natalie had descended the stairs, I was transfixed. Her tank top was tight, and highlighted the absence of any upper body underwear, and her nipples were clearly visible.

I saw dumbstruck by her beauty for a moment, and when Natalie asked "What's with all this?” it sounded like she was miles away, and giggled like a teenager on his first date when she toasted our drinks. However, when Nat said "Trying to wine and dine your little sis huh?", it was like a cannon being fired in the middle of the quietest church service. She had hit the nail right on the head. I was trying to wine and dine my sister. A voice from deep within me said ‘What the fuck are you doing? She is your sister!’

But as I dished up dinner, and Nat said, “Looks great bro.” the voice disappeared like smoke in to the air. The fact her eyes were trained on my manhood, and not my face when said it, sent endorphins racing through my body, and sent my sexual awareness state to maximum. I momentarily toyed with the idea of retorting with, ‘Well if it looks good now, you should see how good it looks when I let it out.’ But dismissed the thought quickly as I put Nat’s dinner in front of her, and said “Enjoy.”

I walked around the back of Nat, and let my hand run lightly over the back of her neck, as I walked behind her, and watched her body react automatically to it. It was a secret place I knew she was ticklish, and had discovered it when she was a babe-in-arms, and very rarely used it, but tonight seemed like one of those nights where teasing seemed appropriate.

We ate in silence, and I tried my best not to look at Nat’s tits that were struggling to be restrained by her tank top. After dinner I cleared the table, grabbed another 2 beers from the fridge, and placed them on the table, but instead of returning to my seat, I walked over to Natalie, took her hand, and urged her to stand up. Once she stood up, I wrapped one arm around her waist, and placed my other hand on her shoulder and started dancing around the house to the music that was playing.

As we danced, I became aware of the hardness of Natalie’s nipples pressing into my chest, and how it was subconsciously affecting me. I instantly became aware of how hard I was, and undoubtedly Natalie could feel it pressing against her. In a playful move, I leant down and let my lips softly brush against hers, not giving a second thought to fact she was my sister, instead I was consumed by the desire to have this woman. After the kiss broke, I stopped moving to the music, looked deep in Natalie’s eyes, and waited for her response. ‘Is she going to slap me? Is she going to pitch a fit? Should I have done that?’ were thoughts that all raced through my mind, but my hormones were in full swing, and before I knew it, I was kissing Natalie again, deeply, passionately, my tongue was in her mouth.
 
I was taken back by the first kiss. More like in shock actually, so I stood there speechless and searching for the right words to say. It had felt amazing but at the same time were not supposed to do such a thing. When I finally felt like I had the words he stole them from me. As David kissed me a second time, this time more passionately than the first time, I finally gave in. I closed my eyes and kissed him back, my lips eagerly pressing against his as my hand grabbed a quick feel of his cock.

I held it in my held for a moment, giving it a gentle stroke. He didn't stop me or even made a move to as my lip's taking of his forced him back into the soft plush chair in the living area. This broke our kiss and my hold on his manhood.

"What in the hell just happened here David?" I asked nervously pacing in front of him as he sat there.

I couldn't bring myself to look at him so I ran into the kitchen and took a big swallow of my beer. Then I grabbed his and rejoined him in the lounge.

"Don't say anything bro. I don't blame you" I hand his and take another sip of mine before setting it down on the table.

"I knew what I was doing when I came down here without any underwear on. No wonder you got hard!"

It was obvious that I freaking out about this but deep inside I was getting wet to the idea of having him. This was clouding my judgement. My body's wants overrode everything that my mind had been trying to get me to see.

Suddenly I had straddled my brother as he sat there. My arms resting on his shoulders as I thought about what I was doing. The wetness growing between my legs had now formed a nice visible wet spot on the outside of my shorts. I know he had saw it and before he could make a comment I kissed him.

My hands gripped his shirt and pulled his lips closer to mine and I slowly began to grind his lap. The feeling of his manhood stroking me through the fabric of my shorts was incredible but as I moved and gyrated on his lap my guilt was regrouping.

Mostly because I was nearing an orgasm from dry humping my big brother. I soon broke our kiss afterward and stared right into his eyes "I'm sorry David"

I hopped of his lap and ran upstairs. I was freaking out to put it mildly. I quickly threw my shorts in the hamper and my top so I can take a shower and was the day away. Since I was the baby girl of the family I got my own bathroom. For that I was lucky. If I had to step out of my bedroom naked in front of him now I think I would have died from embarrassment.

When I turn off the water and step out, I feel a lot better at least not as dirty anymore.
 
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I sat there with a monster erection as Natalie disappeared back upstairs as quick as a flash of lightning disappears in the middle of a storm, trying to fathom what had just transpired. The sound of water flowing through the pipes sounded like river, as I drained my beer. I took another from the fridge, and took another large mouthful from the newly cracked beer, and fell back in the chair Nat just dry humped me on, with 1,000 thoughts running through my mind.

I didn’t know what to do, I was so aroused by my sister, but at the same time I knew that despite the lines that had already been crossed, the line of actually having sex with my sister was so close to being crossed. It was a thought that scared me, but with the exception of our mother, no woman had even come close to the standards I had grown to expect from a woman.

I sat there thinking about everything, from the taboo of fucking my sister, to what would happen if it was ever found out I had. The people in the community wouldn’t, or couldn’t understand what has happened to bring us so close together. How would we explain it if Natalie got pregnant? What would mum and dad say about it? I knew that all these answers were reasons not to fuck Natalie, but based on her actions tonight she wanted to fuck me as badly as I wanted to fuck her.

That sent my thoughts off in another direction. The fact she had worn no underwear when she had come down for dinner. What hidden beauties awaited me under that tank top that looked like it had been sprayed on? Did the jewel in her pants encapsulate all of her femininity, beauty, and sweetness?

Suddenly the hammering of the pipes snapped me back to reality, and I knew Natalie was out of the shower. I sat in the chair debating with myself about what to do, and after a few minutes, I decided that the only responsible way to deal with this situation was to discuss it like adults. I knew Natalie was not long out of the shower, so I took my time, finished my beer, before deciding to head upstairs and attempt to discuss this issue.

Natalie’s door was just off the landing at the top of the stair, and was ajar when I got upstairs, which meant Natalie didn’t want to be left alone. I grabbed the handle, and at the same time I opened the door, I said “Natalie, we need to…”, as my eyes fell on Natalie’s unhidden naked form. Within a millisecond, my flaccid penis jumped to full attention as if to say ‘I’m ready for use.’, my jaw hit the floor at her revealed beauty, and any words I had planned to say to Natalie were eluding me. I stood in the doorway stunned at Natalie’s beauty, but mortified at the sight I was beholding. Natalie was lying naked on her bed, her nipples looked as hard as pebbles, and her shaven mound and outer folds were clearly visible between her slightly opened legs.

Whether or not Natalie had expressed any surprise at me catching her in this state of undress went unnoticed by me, but she certainly made no effort to conceal herself. It was as if my body was overtaken by an unknown spirit, and was compelling me to join Natalie on her bed. Before I knew what had happened, I was climbing on to Natalie’s bed, and climbing atop of Nat. Despite being fully dressed still, I could feel the heat and dampness emanating from her womanly parts through my clothes. I started to dry hump Natalie as I kissed her deeply. When the kiss broke, I looked deep in to Natalie’s eyes and said, “This is so wrong, but feels so right. You know there is no undoing this? Are you sure about this?”
 
When he had come barging into my room, I had been relaxing on my bed and actually planning on sleeping this night off and starting new tomorrow. I sat up on my elbows watching him for a moment. I admit that at this point I wasn't going to hide my body from him. That cat was already out of the bag once he opened the door. The kiss he gave as he pounced on my bed was incredible but naughty. I guess it was the naughtiness of it that made it so attractive and amazing to me.

"I know...I know this is wrong but" I spoke shyly and not sure of where I was going with that point. My hand had gained a mind of it's own and started stroking him through the fabric of his pants. It felt so thick in my hand as I felt up my big brother. It didn't go unnoticed when I felt how hard I had made him.

He felt so good against me when stroked his cock along my bare flower, even through the fabric of those pants I could feel it.

Then I do it. I work up the courage to give him a long sensual, wet kiss as my hand found the waist band of his pants. I tugged it lightly as my lips played with his. "Take these off!" I whispered in his ear before taking a small nibble of it.

My other took his and placed it between my legs as I waited for him. "We don't have to go all the way David. Is it just as wrong if we pleasure each other without you sticking it in?"
 
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