Comforting His Sister

"I still can't believe she's gone," said Bina, as they stared at the old, two floor house.

"I know," said Chaim, walking up the steps that creaked beneath their feet. "Even though you know that she lived a long productive life, it's always too soon."

They stepped into the entryway, Bubby Povitz's flowers standing guard as always by the door in their pots, but they seemed a little droopy now that their nurturer was gone.

"I grew up in this place," Said Bina. "before my parents divorced, I spent practically every Shabbos here." She began packing dishes into the boxes they had come with. "Even after Ma married your father, I still kept up the connection with my Birth father's mom, she was the warmest, most intuitive person I've ever known."

Chaim grabbed a box and began helping Bina. "The eulogies did not do her justice. Such a nice person."

"I agree" said Bina. "and you're nice too, for offering to help me pack up her things, Now let's get to work."

"She was like a second mother to me, always there with a warm meal and a listening ear. I took my parent's divorce very hard, especially at the beginning, when my father was abusing Ma and I. I used to always escape to her house when they fought... and she'd let me stay as long as I needed, even when it meant I missed school. She'd always say, 'Bina, my dear, life is a journey, and sometimes you need to take a detour.'"

Bina continued reminiscing, sitting down on the living room couch. "She accepted your father too, even though he was marrying her son's ex and was taking her grandchild along with him. She was just a larger than life person, it's just so hard to believe she's not here anymore," Bina said, her voice trembling as she began to cry. She looked at Chaim, her eyes welling up with tears. "I need a hug, Chaim. I need to feel something warm and real right now."

Chaim put down the box he was holding and walked over to Bina. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling her body shake with sobs. "It's okay, Bina," he murmured, his voice gentle. "I'm here. Let it out."

Bina buried her face in his chest, her tears soaking through his shirt. Chaim held her tightly, feeling a strange mix of guilt and comfort. He knew what they were doing was wrong, she was his step sister after all, and as an Orthodox Jew, he was forbidden to touch her as she was not a blood relative, but he really felt bad for Bina and saw she needed it.

"She loved you, you know," said Chaim "Always talking about how smart you were, how you'd go far in life."

Bina smiled sadly, wiping a tear from her cheek. "She was biased, but I appreciate it. I miss her already."

Bina's voice was soft, barely above a whisper. She looked up at Chaim, her eyes still glistening with unshed tears. "I don't know what I'm going to do without her."

Bina sniffled, pulling away from Chaim's embrace. She looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cry all over you."

Chaim smiled softly, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. "It's okay, Bina. I'm here for you. That's what family is for, right?"

Bina moved over on the couch to give Chaim space. "Still, I shouldn't have asked you to hug me... I... I don't know what I was thinking. It is assur (Hebrew for forbidden) and inappropriate. I'm so sorry."

"We are family though, I mean... sorta" Chaim said. "But I understand what you're saying, I'm sorry." He remained on the couch though, leaving a respectful amount of space between Bina's back and his arm draped on the couch behind her.

"It was really nice of dad and mom to basically adopt her as an honorary grandmother after my father went to prison," said Bina. "The fact that they turned their entire first floor into an apartment for her was above and beyond."

"Are they both going to Israel to bury her there?" asked Chaim.

"Yes," said Bina. "They'll be back in a few days, but that means we'll have to behave and not fight like cats and dogs while we're alone in the house."

Chaim smiled at the line, remembering how their parents had admonished them with it when they had first blended the families together. Chaim had been 11 and Bina was 10, and they got along like fire and water. It had taken a good few years before they started acting civil to each other, and now they were as inseparable as siblings could be in their society.

"Well if you hog the shower for the entire evening, or the phone line, I'm going to tell mommy" he teased.

"Oh please!" Bina snorted, "Like you'd be able to use the phone when you probably still spend half a day reading magazines in the bathroom!"

He bopped her with a throw pillow, and, mood lightened, they finished the task of cleaning the house...

--

That night, Chaim woke up to the sound of Bina's voice.

"Chaim... I need you," Bina's voice trembled in the darkness, Oh Chaim!" he quickly rushed toward her room to see what the issue was, but when he opened the door, he froze.

Bina was lying on her bed, her nightgown hiked up past her waist. One hand was buried between her legs, her fingers moving rhythmically over her swollen clit, while the other rested on her breast, her fingers teasing her nipple through the thin fabric of her nightgown. Her head was thrown back, her lips parted as she let out soft, breathy moans.

Chaim stood frozen in the doorway, his heart pounding in his chest as he took in the sight of her. She looked so beautiful, so vulnerable, and his body responded immediately, his cock hardening at the sight of her. He felt a surge of heat coil low in his stomach, his breath catching in his throat as he watched her fingers move over her pussy, the sounds of her pleasure filling the room.

"Chaim..." She jolted upright, her eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. She yanked the hem of her nightgown down, her cheeks flushed crimson.

"Chaim! I--I didn't hear you come in," she stammered, her voice shaky.

He took a step back, his heart pounding in his chest.. "I'm sorry. I--I heard you calling me. I thought you needed something."

"I wasn't calling you," she said quickly, avoiding his gaze. "It's fine. You can go."

He nodded, his throat dry, and turned to leave. But her voice stopped him once more.

"Wait, Chaim."

He paused, his back to her, gripping the door frame for support. "Yes?"

"I... I just need someone right now. It's been so hard since Bubby passed. I miss her so much." Her voice cracked, and he could hear the tears threatening to spill.

He turned back to her, his expression softening. "I miss her too," he said gently. "But you know we can't... I mean, it's not proper for us to... touch."

She nodded, wiping at her eyes. "I know. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked for that hug earlier. It's just... you're the only one here who understands."

He hesitated, then stepped closer, keeping a respectful distance. "It's okay. We're family, even if not by blood. I'll always be here for you."

She gave him a small, grateful smile, but there was something else in her eyes--something that made his pulse quicken. He cleared his throat and quickly retreated to his own room, closing the door behind him.

---

Hours later, he was still awake, unable to shake the image of her from his mind. He replayed the scene from earlier in his head. He couldn't shake the image of Bina--her nightgown hiked up, her fingers moving over herself, the soft moans escaping her lips.

She wasn't petite and skinny, she was no size zero. But her curves were something he found himself drawn to. Her hips were full, her waist dipping in just enough to make his hands itch to slide along her sides, tracing the softness of her skin. He imagined what it would feel like to give her a massage, his hands moving over her back, kneading the tension out of her muscles. She would sigh, her body relaxing under his touch, and he could almost hear her whispered gratitude.

She had grown up so much since they had first met. Back then, she had been a tomboyish girl, all awkward angles and sharp words. But now? Now she was gorgeous. Her cheekbones were high, her lips full and inviting. Her eyes, always so expressive, seemed to hold a depth that he hadn't noticed before. She had matured into a woman--smart, thoughtful, and utterly captivating.

He thought back to when they were younger, when he had first developed a crush on her. It had been innocent then, a fleeting thought that he had quickly buried under layers of denial and fighting. "She's your step sister," he had told himself, even though they weren't related by blood. He had told himself always that he liked her as a sister and because she was smart. But now, lying in the dark, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss her, to feel her lips against his, to explore the curves of her body with his hands. The idea was intoxicating, and he felt a pang of guilt for even entertaining it.

All of a sudden, he heard a soft knock at his door.

"Chaim?" Her voice was barely audible.

He sat up. "Bina? What's wrong?"

The door creaked open, and she stepped inside, her figure silhouetted by the moonlight. She was wearing the same nightgown, but this time it clung to her body, the fabric thin enough to hint at the curves beneath. She hesitated, then walked over to his bed.

"Sorry about before- -I don't know what got over me." she said haltingly.

"It's ok" he stammered. "Let's forget it happened."

"Can I... can I sleep here? Just for tonight? I just... I need to feel close to someone," she whispered, her voice trembling.

He hesitated, his mind warring with his instincts. "Bina, you know this isn't--"

"Please, Chaim," she interrupted, her eyes pleading. "I just need to not feel so alone."

He let out a slow breath, then nodded, scooting over to make room for her. She climbed into bed beside him, her body warm and soft against his. He draped the blanket over her, and tried giving as much space as possible. She lay on her side, her back to him, but then she shifted slightly, her hips brushing against his thigh. He felt his body respond immediately, his cock hardening despite his best efforts to control it.

She let out a soft, breathy laugh. "Chaim... are you...?"

He groaned, covering his face with his hand. "I'm sorry. I can't help it. You're just... so close."

She didn't pull away. Instead, she pressed her hips back against him, her butt brushing against his erection. "Does it feel good?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Bina--" he started, but she cut him off with a soft giggle.

"It feels good to me, my big brother getting hard from me... Tell me, Chaim... what were you thinking about when you walked in on me earlier?" she asked, her voice teasing.

He swallowed hard, his mind racing. "I... I don't know. It was wrong of me to look, but I couldn't stop myself."

She turned her head slightly, her brown eyes meeting his in the dim light. "Do you want to know what I was thinking about when you saw me?"

He nodded, his breath catching in his throat.

"I was thinking about you," she admitted, her voice trembling. "I was imagining you touching me... fingering me... making me feel good."

His cock twitched at her words, and he couldn't suppress the low groan that escaped his lips. "Bina, we can't--"

"Would it be so wrong if you did? If it made me feel better?" she asked, her voice soft and pleading.

He hesitated, his mind racing. "I... I don't know."

She reached back, her hand finding his and guiding it to her hip. "Please, Chaim. Just tonight. I need you."

His resolve crumbled, and he let his hand slide down her thigh, his fingers brushing against the hem of her nightgown. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly pushed the fabric up, revealing her smooth skin. His fingers trailed over her hip, then down to the warmth between her legs.

She let out a soft moan as his fingers brushed against her wetness, her hips pressing back against his hand. "Yes, Chaim... please... inside me" she whispered.

He hesitated for a moment, then slid a finger inside her, feeling her tightness grip him. She let out a soft cry, her hips moving against his hand as he began to stroke her, his fingers exploring her slick folds. Her moans grew louder, and he could feel her body trembling against his.

"You're so good at this, Chaim," Bina whispered, her voice trembling with need. "I've never felt anything like this before when I've touched myself."

He pressed his lips gently to the nape of her neck, his fingers still moving inside her with slow, deliberate strokes. "You're so tight, Bina," he murmured. "I just want to make you feel good. Tell me what you need."

Bina's hips ground against Chaim's fingers, a slow, relentless grind that set her nerves on fire. She bit her lip, stifling a groan as he slipped another finger inside her, curling it upward and pressing against her in a way that made her breath catch in her throat.

"Please Chaim, touch my breasts," she said, rocking her ass against his growing cock. Chaim's free hand gently cupped Bina's breast, his fingers brushing over her skin. She let out a soft gasp, her body arching slightly into his touch as he began to explore her. At first, his palm grazed her skin lightly, avoiding the sensitive peak of her nipple. Inch by inch, he drew closer to her nipple, his fingers brushing against the edges of her areola, but not quite touching the center. Bina's moans grew louder.

"Chaim... please," she begged, her voice filled with need.

Finally, his thumb grazed over her nipple, He teased her gently at first, circling the sensitive bud with deliberate slowness, watching as her back arched and her breath became ragged. Then, he took her nipple between his fingers, rolling it gently, and she almost sobbed with pleasure.

"Oh, God, Chaim... yes," she gasped, her hips moving frantically against his hand. "Don't stop... don't ever stop."

He could feel her wetness dripping onto his fingers as she clenched around them, her body trembling on the edge of release. Her nipple hardened further under his touch, and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her shoulder, his fingers never ceasing their rhythm.

"You're so beautiful, Bina," he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with desire. "I can't believe how good you feel."

She cried out as he pinched her nipple gently, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. His fingers continued to work her clit and her nipple, pushing her closer and closer to the edge until she was writhing with abandon, her moans filling the room.

"Chaim... I'm going to..." she gasped, her voice breaking as her body tensed. He felt her climax, her muscles clenching around his fingers as she cried out his name.

As her body relaxed, she turned to face him, her eyes dark with desire. "Chaim... I need more," she whispered, her hand reaching down to grasp his cock. "I need to feel you inside me."

He groaned, his hips thrusting forward as she guided him to her entrance. She let out a soft cry as he pushed inside her, her warmth enveloping him. He hesitated for a moment, then began to move, his hips rocking against hers as she moaned beneath him.

"Chaim... yes... It feels so good," she whispered, her hands clutching at his back as they moved together. He could feel his release building, the heat coiling in his stomach as she tightened around him. "cum inside me, please Chaim. I'm on birth control." He let out a low groan as he came, his hips jerking against hers as he spilled inside her.

She let out a soft cry, her body trembling against his as they both collapsed onto the bed, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. For a moment, they lay there in silence, the weight of what they had done hanging in the air.

"Chaim..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "I..."

He pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her as he buried his face in her hair. "It's okay, Bina," he murmured. "I'm here. I've got you."

They lay together silently for a few minutes. Bina snuggled close to Chaim and put her head on his chest.

"You're a comfortable pillow," she said.

"Happy to hear," he said. "Hope you sleep well"

"I will now," said Bina. "Good night."