Thunderstorm Shared with My Sister

Doing whatever it takes to be a good brother

This story is filled with British euphemisms for breasts. So, if you come across a word or phrase you don't understand, it's just another word for breasts, areola or nipples. For example, 'iced gems' is a term for a hard nipple that comes from the tiny biscuit topped with a small swirl of hard, colourful icing. Look up a picture and you'll see the comparison. Oh, and 'nuddy' means naked.

Because this is a reminiscence from 30 years ago. The sex descriptions are a little light, as it's unreasonable to expect perfect recall over all that time.

A special thanks to ChiefHal for helping to proofread and ensuring the story is in decent shape.

Thunderstorm

I was sitting on the deck of my wilderness cabin in the middle of the night. A thunderstorm was raging in the distance, and my granddaughter was curled up on my knee, half asleep and sucking her thumb. She'd run into my wife's and my bedroom, scared of the storm. Just like her mother at that age.

Again, just like with my daughter, I'd gotten up and shown her the majesty of the storm. The lights and sounds, I told her old legends of ancient gods battling in the clouds. OK, I made most of them up, but it distracted both girls, as they got wrapped up in my tall tales. But that was the point, after all, lull them to calm down and go back to sleep.

Anyway, I loved thunderstorms, but for an entirely different reason. Around 30 years ago; something happened that, even now, I still struggle with the mixed feelings it left me. My older sister, Meryl, is my sister by adoption, but I've always thought of her as my real sister.

Her mother was a long-time friend of my mother, who slept about and got pregnant, without knowing who the father was. After she had the baby, she was diagnosed with a terminal illness, and mum talked dad into adopting Meryl. I think I turned up as a surprise.

When I was 20 and still living at home with my parents. My older sister Meryl had just returned home to live, after splitting with her boyfriend. I didn't know the details, apart from it being something sexual, but I didn't need to know the details of my (two-year) older sister's sex life. We'd been close until I was about 12, and then I was just an annoying kid to her.

My dad was about to turn 60 and retire. He'd worked for the same company for 40 years and had his pension sewn up nicely. He'd had a fascination with Japanese culture ever since he watched the Monkey TV series in the 1970s. And hence my unusual name of Muska, which I believe means smile, in Japanese.

While it's good not to have a common name like John. Three of my mates growing up, were called John, and it got confusing. But after the thousandth time, explaining why a guy with no Japanese connections or heritage had a Japanese name. And how it all came about, from a cheesy 1970s TV show, was wearisome.

I blinked, with a splash of rain on my face and realised its time to go back inside. Setting my granddaughter back into her bed, I stuck my head into my daughter's room to check on her.

"Thanks Dad," she whispered.

"It's OK. She's just like you, until you grew out of it," I replied in a low tone.

"Who said I grew out of it? If my daughter hadn't run to you, I might have. But your lap was full, so I just had to pretend to be a grown up. Love you." I murmured the same and closed the door, but her comment reminded me of that storm long ago, with my sister.

Knowing I'd not sleep right away, I moved to sit silently in the kitchen, as my mind moved back through the decades.

For nearly a year before my dad's retirement, he and mum were planning a trip of a lifetime, to visit Japan for the first time. They had even gone to night classes to get some basic conversational Japanese, dragging me along, rather than leave me at home, playing video games. I only went to avoid an argument. After all, it was going to be a second honeymoon for them, and I teased them once about it.

Not a good idea, as mum came back with way more than I wanted to know about their love life; but it stopped me from ever doing it again.

When my sister turned up, less than 2 months before the big trip, I knew something else was up, from my parent's behaviour. But when I tried to ask, reluctantly on my part, I was shut out. At least until about 4 weeks before the trip, when dad had us all sit in the kitchen for a family meeting. I thought he was going to read us the riot act, if we were planning on trashing the place with parties while they were gone, but it wasn't that.

At mum's pleading, he'd changed the holiday to include Meryl and myself. Wanting us to have one special holiday together. The way she said it set alarm bells off in my head. But they were unnecessary as she just blurted out, she'd been diagnosed with Alzheimer's and wanted the memories before she became more forgetful.

I tried to talk to dad about it, when we were alone; but typically, he refused to talk. But Meryl talked to mum, who, after it was out in the open, talked freely to my sister. Who then told me most of it. It was detected early, so she could live another ten years, before it became truly debilitating.

It was fair to say I'd expected my parents to die before me, but setting a date on a calendar was depressing. But we were all decided to be upbeat around her and make the most of it.

My sister managed to get the three weeks off work, by playing up her break up and claiming depression. But for me, it was harder. I almost threatened to quit, until I broke down in front of my boss and told him about my mum and her illness. I felt like a fool, as it was probably years away, but he gave me the time off, unpaid, of course.

Japan was...

What can I say? Amazing, expensive, alien in culture. And yet one and the same. Parts were like everywhere else in the world. At least in the cities. When we got out into the countryside, was when we first really saw the real differences.

Again, I realise I'm distracting myself from that night of the thunderstorm. A bit like when you have a bad tooth and you know you shouldn't, but you keep poking at it with your tongue. OK, that makes it sound like it was horrible. It wasn't, just the opposite in fact, but that still, after all this time, didn't make it right.

We were in the country, in a hotel, on the steep side of a valley. It was a modest suite, with two bedrooms and a small living area. Meryl and I were in the room overlooking the valley, as it had two single beds, while our parents had the larger room. We had planned to hike up to a shrine in the hills that day. But the rain had not let up all day, and it was just after 9 pm.

Mum and dad had gone to bed and Meryl, and I were hanging out in our room. The walls were so thin the sound of the TV would have kept our parents awake. Assuming we could have found anything to watch.

It had been nearly two weeks since I'd had a chance to masturbate. I was wondering if I could wait until everyone else was asleep and slip off for a wank in the bathroom. Even if my sister was a heavy sleeper, I'd not risk tugging one out with her in the room. The teasing, if she caught me, would be merciless.

After about 20 minutes, there was a massive flash of light through the curtains and a huge boom. My first thought was an explosion, but you don't get terror attacks in Japan, do you? When the boom rolled on and on, I realised it was a thunderstorm, then the electricity went out.

I was already in bed, and Meryl had been sitting on the end of the bed fiddling with the TV when dad stumbled in. Flicking our lights uselessly.

"Powers out dad," I explained.

"Ah, oh well. At least you two won't keep us up with the TV half the night. Not that your mother stirred with that thunder clap." He closed the door and went back to his room.

"Crap! Now what do we do?" I asked my sister.

She moved to the curtain that covered the entire end wall and opened it. Giving us enough light to see and a view out over the valley. The wall was sliding glass panels onto a narrow balcony. Meryl stood with both hands on the glass, and I couldn't help noticing she was already in her sleeping t-shirt. Long enough to cover her bum, but not by much.

Not for the first time, did I have inappropriate thoughts about her long, smooth legs. But as always, I thrust that thought aside and wrote it off, as me just being horny.

"I'm going outside." She said, as slid the door open, and stepped onto the balcony.

The air had been oppressively humid and close; building up to the storm all day, so it wasn't cold. She rested her elbows on the railing and looked back at me.

"Come on, it's nice."

"Aren't you getting wet?" I replied, slipping from the bed.

"So? Haven't you ever wanted to run around in the rain?"

'Not since I was 5,' I thought to myself.

As I reached for my jeans, she stopped me.

"What are you doing? They would just get wet and then you'd complain about them being damp tomorrow."

"But I'm just in my underpants."

"So? I'm just in this." She plucked at the arm of her t-shirt.

I might be a little paranoid, but I checked the window frame was plastic and the balcony railing was wood before stepping out next to her. A little too paranoid, really, as there were at least three more levels of the hotel above us. Stepping over the threshold in just my underpants was surreal, but I couldn't make out any lights in any other buildings, I knew we'd be nearly invisible to anyone else.

Meryl was gripping the rail with both hands, her stomach against the wood, with her head tilted up and her eyes closed. Letting the rain fall onto her face and her chest. Damn, the thin cotton shirt was already plastered to her skin.

"Are you looking at my tits?"

"No!" I reflexively replied and tore my eyes from them.

Her areolas were puckered and her hard nipples fought against the material. But I saw she still had her eyes closed and pointed to the sky.

"It's ok if you are."

"Really?" I asked, astonished.

She finally looked over at me with a strange smile.

"Given how many times I caught you in the nuddy. I figure I owe you some payback."

I quickly looked away, but she was true to some extent. For a while, hardly a week went by when she didn't manage to catch me naked. Not that I was trying to let her see me. She'd walk in on me in the shower, or when I was dressing or undressing for bed. It was almost like she was planning to catch me. But I knew I was being paranoid. There was no way she wanted to see me naked. Except to try to humiliate me. That would fit her sisterly style, at the time.

When I looked back, she had her eyes closed again, but with her head leaning a little forward. My eyes dropped to her chest again and refused to look away. I'd be lying if I said I'd never thought about what my sister's tits looked like over the years. Not in a sexual way, I promised myself, just a teenage boy's imagination, which had me undressing nearly every female I met.

Given my sister was tall and slim, her tits were larger than I might have guessed. Her areola seemed scrunched up tight and her nipples...

For an instant, I felt my hand twitch towards them.

"It's OK," she spoke, without looking over. "I like to show off, and after Ryan..." She paused a moment, then continued in a more brittle voice. "I just need some reassurance that I look ok."

"You look amazing. You always do. Not many girls can pull off the wet and bedraggled look, but you can," a typical, backhanded compliment from her brother.

"Brrzz!" she said, imitating a buzzer from a game show, for a wrong guess. "Thanks for playing next player please."

"Sorry Mer..." I hastily added the 'il' knowing she hated me calling her Mer as she took it as a mare, or an old nag. Which was how I used it as a kid. Once I knew she hated it.

Not that she didn't lumber me with dodgy nicknames. Munch was the one from her that stuck. You might wonder how Muska becomes Munch, but it actually started from me playing Friar Tuck in a school play, when I was about 14. Only because I fancied the leading lady. Not that I had a chance.

But not long after, my parents began berating Meryl for always being out with boys, while I was at home studying. If I'd had any skills with the opposite sex, I'd have gone out as well. But I was deficient in that area; unlike my sister, with her perky boobs. It took more to charm a girl, compared to just a bit of cleavage from my sister, for boys. So, my sister nicknamed me Monk, for my scholarly ways, and my enforced celibacy.

When our parents realised it was mean, she swapped it to Munch. Which is German for Monk, but at the time I had a voracious appetite, so they assumed it was munch, as in eating lots.

All that passed through my mind in an instant and I spoke again.

"What do you want me to say? My sister had the best pair of norks I've ever seen? If I wasn't your brother, I'd..." I reached out and made exaggerated groping hand gestures.

"Close enough, brother." She said and punched me in the arm.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"How hard was it to say that? My emotionally constipated baby brother."

"Hey, be nice. I love you and want to help. Even if I'm not eloquent in expressing myself, it doesn't mean I'm an unfeeling dolt."

"I know, I'm just..." She threw her arms around me and hugged me tight.

It took me a moment to recover and squeeze her back. Gradually increasing the pressure until she called uncle.

"Careful Munch, you could crack a rib. Or spoil, what was it? The best pair of norks you've ever seen? Seriously?"

"Sorry, breasticles? Jugs, hooters, ta-tas? It feels strange to come out and say you're a beautiful woman with an amazing body and have wonderful breasts."

"Thanks, I bet that was a struggle."

"Thank God for this rain, otherwise you'd see the sweat on my forehead."

She looked up at me and kissed my cheek. Only I twitched in surprise and the corners of our mouths touched. To my surprise, after a moment, she kissed me again, but on the lips. Then she rested her head against my shoulder.

"I appreciate it anyway. At least I know one guy will always tell me the truth."

"You mean dad?" I quipped, trying to defuse the tension in the air.

"You, Doofus! Dad lost his chance, when he said those fashion glasses, I wore at 16, looked good."

"Yeah, you did kinda look like a dork. And that's me saying that." After a pause, I decided to go for it. "Want to tell me what went on with Ryan?"

That was a hell of a lot harder to say, than that she had great tits. She pulled back and stood with her back against the railing. Tilting her head back and letting the rain run down her face. Across her exposed long neck and adding to the water, messing with my head soaking into her wet t-shirt.

"Fine, but you can't tell dad."

"OK, but if you want me to go and give Ryan a good seeing to when we get back, just give me the word."

Meryl's response was a nervous snort. "Sorry, that might not be what you think."

I frowned but remained silent, waiting for my sister to talk. And fighting the semi growing in my shorts. I wasn't faking that my sister looked good. And I felt bad, that my body reacted like that.

"OK, Ryan and I were going great. We seemed to be compatible, and the sex was amazing."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Time out." I made the T with my hands. "I can't handle you talking about your sex life, dressed like that."

"What? You want me naked?" She asked, and I couldn't tell if it was teasing or sarcasm.

"No; but..."

"Come on Muska, we're grown-ups. I need you."

"Fine. But can we keep the gory details down to a minimum?"

"OK, no favourite positions or kinks. I promise. Ready?" I could spot false bravado in her tone.

I nodded, not really sure. But I did want to help.

"The only fly in the ointment was Peter, Ryan's flat mate. I always got a weird vibe from him when we were alone. I put it down to jealousy, that Ryan and I were spending so much time together. They had been friends for a long time.

"Then one time when I came out of the shower, after a long and sweaty; game of chess..." She looked over to check that wording was ok.

"Thank you." I interjected.

"Peter was there looking at me with only a towel on. I thought he was looking jealous that he wanted to fuck me instead of Ryan. That was never going to happen, but it tickled a naughty kink somewhere in my head. I did say that I like to be desired."

I swore silently, not wanting to know what turned my sister on, but let her continue.

"I was spending most of my time with Ryan and hinting I should move in properly. My lease was nearly up. And Karen, the girl I was sharing with, made it clear she wanted to move in with her boyfriend. So, I thought why not do the same? Peter might not like it, but I was sure I could bring Ryan around if I threatened him with a blow job."

"Excuse me? Threatened him with a blow job. Isn't that the reward?"

"Depends how you do it. If I take my time, I can drive a guy insane by getting him close, then stopping. And he'll agree to almost anything to finish."

"Evil!" I commented, and thought of a few girls I'd known, who I made stupid decisions over, in similar circumstances.

"Anyway, I'd been out with friends drinking and was planning on getting Ryan to agree that night. I let myself in to find him in the living room watching porn. Not that surprising..." she said and took a deep breath to go on. "What was surprising was Peter was there, sucking his dick."

"His own?" I blurted out, confused.

"Ryan's!" she exclaimed.

"Oh right. Oh fuck, what did you do?"

"Peter saw me and grinned, but kept sucking, so I dropped the keys and ran outside. Then I called you."

"Sorry again, I did get there as soon as I could."

"I know. If you have got there any sooner, I'd have been a right mess. Snot bubble tears and everything."

"That sucks. Crap, I mean..."

"I know, little brother. You're so smart but can't say the right thing."

"But I can be a shoulder to cry on."

I pulled her to me and tried to ignore everything but my sister hurting from an arsehole boyfriend. Which was difficult, as parts of my brain, I'm normally very fond of, were screaming for my attention. A nearly naked woman was pressed against me, nipples digging into me. While my semi was going for pro, pressing back against her.

"Sorry about that." I said sheepishly.

She pressed a little harder and replied. "At least I know you weren't fibbing when you called me sexy."

"I never said sexy; but it's true."

"Coz, you might lie, but if I can get my own brother that hard, I must have something going for me."

"Sis, you're amazing. If I wasn't your brother, I'd prove that to you here and now. Crap!"

"What?"

"That sounds super creepy when I say it out loud."

"Actually, it sounded sweet, and just what I needed to hear. Discovering the guy, I thought might be the one, preferred his dick polished by another guy, and is a massive kick in the crotch and in the ego. That's why I needed reassurance about my tits."

"In all seriousness, yours are the gold standard in tits."

"And you've not seen them properly, have you? Step back inside for a moment and turn your back."

Looking back, I should have twigged to something at that point. But my brain was not on top-form. So, I stepped inside and noticed the difference between the cool air outside and the residual heat of the room.

"You can come out now." She said, and I turned and froze.

The first thing I saw was her wet t-shirt, in a heap on the floor, just inside the window. OK, that wasn't the first thing. It was just the first thing my brain could process. Seeing my naked sister, resting her elbows on the rail, bent forward, but looking back over one shoulder, was something my brain struggled to comprehend.

"What? You've seen my bum before."

I nodded, trying to regain control over my voice and body. It was true, I suppose. Prior to her catching me naked all those times, I'd seen her damp from the shower in a towel many times. A few times, I'd accidentally caught sight of her bum, as she rushed off to her room. One time she stumbled on the stairs, and I saw it all.

Somehow, a fumbling part of my brain took charge of my flailing thoughts and moved me to stand next to my sister and mirror her pose. Looking out into the night sky. A few windows now showed dim lighting, where the residents had produced lamps of some sort.

"So?" she asked.

"So what? It's a great arse. I always thought so. Even if I didn't mean to look, back in the day." She'd tried to bully me to admit I had, but I never admitted it before.

"You've no idea how hard it was to arrange that."

"Excuse me?"

"You don't think that happened by accident, did you? I sort of wanted you to see."

"Why? Wait, why did you yell out to mum and dad that I was trying to look up your towel?"

"I was just a teenager. I wanted you to see me, but I knew it was wrong. So, I did what bratty sisters do and got you in trouble."

I shook my head, reminded again that I'd never understand the way a woman's mind worked.

"Did you see more?" She asked in a quiet voice.

"What do you mean?" Not that she needed to explain. The question was obvious when I thought about it. "You mean your lady bits?"

She chuckled, and I sighed. "What? Talking about my sister's pussy is weird. But yes, once I suppose, but I'm not sure. It was just a fraction of a second."

"What about now?"

My head turned to see her facing me. Standing straight, but with a tension in her posture. Like I was going to say something derogatory. My eyes ignored my brain's instructions and dropped from her face. Under other circumstances, they would have lingered on her newly exposed breasts. They were amazing in the flesh, even if the t-shirt hardly hid them at all.

But my eyes dropped down to her crotch and took in her pussy. It was shaved and even in the poor light, I could see it clearly. Her slit, leading up to the swollen hood of her clit.

She shifted one foot to part her legs a little more, and I knew I should say something. But I seemed to have forgotten nearly every word in the English language. The only words I thought of were 'very fuckable'. Instead, I managed to blurt out. "Very tasty."

Oh Jesus Christ, that's nearly as bad. Why couldn't I simply have said 'very nice.' I could have gone up or down from there.

"Thanks. That was just what I was looking for."

She was in my arms again.

I'd never really taken time to think about the difference between the feeling of very thin, wet, cotton and flesh before. And I was thinking that, to avoid thinking about how much of my skin and Meryl's skin were touching.

"Hold me," she whispered into my shoulder.

Robotically, my arms came up and hovered close to her back, just above her waist. The natural placement. But then something pulled the strings to lift them higher, so they landed on her shoulder blades and gave her the slightest squeeze. Which I regretted as two hard nubbins, topping wonderfully soft, smooth breasts, deformed against my chest.

"Please Munch, hold me properly." The tone of voice was one that I barely recognised from my usually confident sister. A need and insecurity that was alien to her.

My hands dropped to the small of her back and I held her. If she needed this, I could overcome my awkwardness and hold her. Although, my mind was screaming about my erection pressing against her abdomen. It was pointless to apologise again for that. If she was ok with me having a semi, seeing her in a wet t-shirt; she couldn't complain about me being hard, when she was naked and pressed against me.

"I'm pretty brittle right now," she said in a low voice.

"I know, but..."

"Shh! It's my turn to speak. Look, I suppose I've been conceited about my looks. A little cleavage or 'accidentally' rubbing my bum against a guy was always enough to grab a guy's attention. Now that's shattered. Ryan really did a number on me by preferring a guy sucking his dick compared to me.

"Hell, I love sucking dick. I've done it a lot, and I'm really, really good at it. Trust me."

I really, really didn't want to imagine my sister, with a parade of cocks in her mouth.

"My confidence is shot, and I don't know if I can even get naked in front of a guy again."

"Ah..." I started, but she went on.

"I mean, I need the arms of a guy that really loves me around me. I need his skin against mine."

I could do that for her. Hell, I was doing that for her.

"And these have to go."

Before I could work out what she meant, her hands tugged my underwear down to my ankles.

"Meryl?" I gasped.

"I need the confidence boost about my desirability. And having you standing there in them undermines it. It's not like I've not already felt how hard you are. Thanks for that again. But can you squeeze my bum."

At this point, objecting, was just going to prolong how long this took to get this over with. At least that's what I convinced myself, as my hands sank down to cup and squeeze her soft buttocks gently. Oh fuck! That was nice. I'd not had a girlfriend in far too long and it was hard to keep focused on this being my sister.

She moaned lightly into my shoulder, and I nearly picked her up and threw her on my bed to ravage her.

"Remember all the times I caught you naked?" she asked.

"I could hardly forget."

"It wasn't all by accident."

"Excuse me?" I said, but the brush of her wet abdomen across my erection robbed me of any anger.

"After arranging for you to see my bum. I figured you owed me." Typical girl's logic. I'd done nothing. "So, I broke the bathroom lock, so I could walk in on you."

"Really? But all the other times?"

"After the first time, I was sort of hooked. Obviously, yours wasn't the first I'd seen, but it held a bigger fascination for me, and I was sort of hooked on seeing it. I might have kept doing it for longer, but I nearly got caught. And that would have been hard to explain to mum and dad."

'And this is going to be better, if they catch us now?' I thought.

"Not that I ever saw you hard. Although I did catch you wanking once. You were watching porn with headphones on and your back to me. But from the movement of your arm, there was no doubt what you were doing." She rocked her hips the other way, and the sensation against my cock was intense.

"You wanted to look?" Why had I asked that?

"I did, but I chickened out. I was sure you'd freak out if you saw me. And mum and dad were in the house." She pressed hard against me, causing my foreskin to pull back, partially.

"Jesus Meryl."

"Sorry," she didn't sound it, but stepped back.

She looked down at my erection and I swear she licked her lips. Her confession, about loving sucking dick, popped back into my brain, as she moved to stand against the rail again. Grasping it in her hands.

"I need you to hold me from behind. Having a guy's hairy chest against my back and wrapped in his arms makes me feel loved and safe."

Moving to stand behind her, I bent forward and touched my upper chest to her shoulders and wrapped my arms around her. Resting on her lower stomach.

"What are you doing?" She asked. "I want skin to skin."

"I'm a little worried about too much skin. Or more specifically, certain bits of skin."

"Please Muska," she said, in a pleading tone.

Then, she shocked me by reaching back and grasping my dick and pulling me close. Not expecting that, I stumbled, and she angled my dick down to press between her buttocks as I collided with her.

"Fuck!" I muttered.

"Almost, but not quite." She replied, with a nervous laugh. Her arms wrapped around mine and pressed them against her body as she pressed back against me.

"You've no idea how good that feels." She said, and I sensibly refused to comment.

It felt pretty fucking good to me. Perhaps too fucking good. If this wasn't my sister, I'd have been dry humping her arse. Only it wasn't dry, and the rain was acting as a lubricant and letting my dick press deeper.

"Sorry about that." I had to say again, as we both felt the movement between her soft cheeks.

"Actually, that's part of what I needed. I feel loved again, and having that mighty spear back there is reminding me why I'm doing this. When I get back, I can jump back into the saddle, so to speak."

"Please don't talk about fucking another guy when you get home."

"OK, but we're not done here yet." Her hands pulled my hands higher on her stomach.

As they moved onto her ribs, I knew where this was going and found I didn't have the strength of body or the will, to stop her. The back of my thumbs met the underside of her boobs. She moved my hands a little higher and released them.

I was fucked! She gave me the choice, and I failed the test, as my hands enclosed her tits. Her flesh was cool in the night air and covered in rain, but it felt right to just hold them. OK, I knew it was seriously fucked up to be groping my sister naked, and my dick wedged up her arse. Fine, not literally. But keeping cogent thoughts was difficult in the circumstances.

Meryl pressed back against me and my pubic hair pressed against her arse cheeks. My foreskin was fully pulled back, and the head was somewhere down near her pussy. She let out a little whimper, so at least it wasn't just me.

My fingers took the moment of distraction to seek out her nipples and squeeze them gently. Fuck, all I wanted to do now was feed them into my hungry mouth. OK, not all, but it was right at the top of a rapidly expanding list. I remember one of my older friends when I was still young comparing a woman's nipples to 'iced gems'. Something that, years later, I still remembered.

Suddenly Meryl spun around in my arms. I gasped in discomfort as my dick dislodged from between her buttocks. But nearly swore as it seemed to poke unerringly out and press against her clit. We both stiffened and Meryl's eyes opened so wide, I could see the whites all around the iris. Her hand reached between us and angled my dick up this time. Before pressing her stomach to mine.

Christ if she'd have pressed it down between her labia, I might have lost it. Cumming on the spot, or grabbing her, lifting her up and impaling her on it, regardless of what she wanted.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. There was no way you could say it was a sisterly kiss. Even if you ignored the nudity, it shot through my brain and it almost felt like it exploded out the back of my skull.

"Munch, I need you to prove the nickname I gave you wasn't a fluke."

A hand sought mine and brought it between her legs.

"I shaved before we left home, so I'm sorry if it's too prickly."

My fingers brushed over her labia and prickles or not, I didn't care. She shifted her feet to allow my fingers to press deeper and feel the inferno of heat and moisture between her lips. She bit my lip lightly, and I pulled my hand free.

"One of my friends told me 'Munch' was more than just a nickname with you."

"Tara?" I asked, and she smiled.

"She said you earned that blow job she gave you, and then some. If you do as good to me, I'm sure I can come up with something to pay you back."

She stepped into the bedroom and picked up a towel to pat herself down and I saw two versions of this in my head. One was a naked woman in my room pleading for me to pleasure her. And the other my sister, hurting and needing her loving brother to make it better. Both versions merged together in my brain and any thoughts I might have had about not doing this evaporated.

Right or wrong were things that no longer existed in this room and this time. A stray thought crossed my mind as she reclined on her bed and opened her legs. My sister could always talk me into anything. Fuck!

Kneeling, I leant in and inhaled her scent before placing my lips to her mons. Yes, it was prickly, but I didn't care. My sister deserved my best game, and I intended to give it to her. Never in a million years could I ever have considered this situation, but I wanted her to be proud of me.

While knowing what your sister looks like naked, is wrong. It's at least in the realms of acceptable, if it happened by accident. Knowing what her pussy looks up close, and tastes like, is so far out there. That it's coming back around again to smack me in the brain pan a second and a third time.

The moment I kissed her mons, she let out a sigh, and I realised how tense her body was. Presumably she wasn't sure that I'd take part. But she underestimated the spell she'd cast on me. I doubted, even if our parents walked in, I could stop.

But as I licked and lapped, tickled and probed, teased and pleasured, I at least knew I was good at this. The nickname Munch might have been for something else, but I'd embraced it once I realised the advantages of the misunderstanding.

Tara for example was out of my league, and she'd walked up to me at a party. We were both a bit pissed, but she just came out with it in front of my friends. Prove my nickname was justified, and she'd see me returned in kind.

After all this time and the thousands of times I've gone down on my wife. It was surprising to realise the smell and taste of my sister, was still fresh in my memory. While the physical was more muscle memory and instinct. Sitting in my wilderness cabin, on a hard kitchen chair. I looked down at my hands and remembered how they glistened with my sister's juices. As I finished her off with my mouth on her clit and two fingers buried in her pussy.

Smiling ruefully at the memory of Meryl stretched out on the bed. Illuminated by the faint light of the moon and the fading lightning, as the storm rolled on. Her eyes unfocused as she tried to get her breath back, even if all she'd done was lay there. Even back then, kneeling on a hardwood floor was hard on my knees, so I stood, and my sister stared up at me.

It might have been my ego, but I thought the look she gave me was awe. I'd certainly given her my best, and she'd been the one to get me to finish her off faster. I gave her a smile that might have been a bit smug, as I wiped her juices from my chin. Then I saw her eyes drop to my achingly hard cock.

Somehow, while I'd been pleasuring her, I'd entirely forgotten about it. That lasted seconds, before the urge to finish myself off flashed through my mind. 20 minutes ago, I'd have cringed at the idea of my sister seeing me naked and hard. Back then I'd have died if she caught me touching myself. But after what we'd just done, wanking in front of her seemed like just passing the salt across the dinner table.

However, Meryl had other ideas. One leg shot into the air as she flipped over onto her stomach. Then on to her hands and knees as she backed up to the edge of the bed.

"Are you sure?" I asked, but I'd already reached out to grip her hips.

"Yeah, I need to feel that inside me."

The head of my cock touched her lips right at her opening. Like some divine, or more likely demonic, assistance wanted this. Meryl gave a little whimper at the contact.

What the hell! Given I'd already fingered her and licked her to orgasm, how much worse could this get? A tiny pressure and I watched her petals open to swallow the tip.

"Just don't cum in me! I didn't bring my birth control."

'There you go! There was the worse I was waiting for.' I thought.

"Fuck!" Meryl suddenly exclaimed, then planted a hand over her mouth.

"What? Should I pull out?" I asked, praying she'd say no.

"I just realised I was fucking my brother."

My mouth opened, about to be a pedant, that I was the one fucking her. But she pushed back, and I sank in half way. We both groaned quietly, and my inner pedant was silenced for once.

"I'm not sure how long I can last." I whispered, fighting for control.

"I need you to last as long as you can, but you can't get me pregnant."

OK, for God's sake do not impregnate my sister. Wait, no! Don't bring him into it. It's bad enough to worry about our parents. without a great, beardy guy in the sky looking down with disapproval. Wait! Wasn't there a bit in the bible about Lot's daughters getting him drunk in a cave, to have him impregnate them? So, he might be OK with it. But my parents would not.

'Don't cum in my sister.' became my mantra. My hair shirt, metaphorically. To distract me from the wonderful sensation of her wonderful pussy.

To be fair, I'd slept with 12 women by the time I married. If I tried to figure out one from the other from the feeling of my cock inside then as my only guide, I'd have failed that test. But knowing who she was to me; was like adding rocket fuel to regular petrol, to the thoughts running through my head at the time.

I've no idea how I managed to hold out, but I nearly prayed with gratitude when she orgasmed before me. But I yanked myself out the moment she started to climax. She flopped on her side and looked disappointed.

"Sorry, but I'm right on the edge. If somebody breathed on it, I might blow."

"OK. Thanks. And thanks for not cumming in me. Towards the end I kinda wanted you to."

I shook my head. That wasn't what I wanted to hear.

"I think we need to clean up. We both smell of sex and mum has a magic nose for things like that."

She took my hand, and we somehow made it into the bathroom in the pitch dark without stumbling into anything. Meryl pushed me into the shower and turned it on. It took all my willpower not to squeal like a little girl as the icy cold water hit my back. As the water warmed, she stepped into the shower with me. Which was hard, as I struggled in the shower cubicle alone.

She washed herself, and I was treated to the sensation of her wet, soapy breasts rubbing against my chest. Then her arse brushed against my cock. If she kept that up, she'd have to wash my cum off it. She turned to face me and washed my chest perfunctorily, but my cock thoroughly.

"Just need to make sure I got all the soap off." She whispered and somehow knelt between my legs.

A warm wet, welcoming mouth engulfed my cock. I groaned, which earned me a pinch on the thigh to keep the noise down. And about 30 seconds later we learned she was right as the bathroom door opened a crack.

"Muska, I know you have needs." Dad said. "But for god's sake keep the noise down. You don't want your mother or your sister knowing what you're doing in there."

"Sorry." I replied.

The door closed and my heart was racing. I felt trembling from my sister's mouth, still on my cock. Then I realised she wasn't trembling from almost being caught but was laughing silently.

"What?" I whispered.

"Christ that was close. How bad would it have been if the power had come back on?"

I didn't want to think about that.

"I think we need to end this."

Just for a moment I thought she was giving up, but she sank more of her mouth over my erection and turned up the blowjob to 11.

Given everything else that had happened, I was shocked I didn't cum at once. But perhaps nearly getting caught gave me another 60 seconds, before I was about to blow. I touched her head to warn her, and she nodded and sucked harder. I blew, and she swallowed, again and again.

"That was a lot." She said, then almost fell out of the shower, as she stood. "Don't be long." She said, as she slipped from the bathroom.

I spent about a minute recovering, then returned to our room. She was in bed smiling like a loon and sitting up with her breasts on display. I noticed my underwear on the balcony and knew that would raise questions. So, I picked them up, wrung them out and dropped them on Meryl's wet shirt. Closed the sliding door and curtains.

Then I stumbled to find my bed. Moments later Meryl slipped under the covers next to me and whispered in my ear.

"I know that must have been hard." Her hand brushed over my still tumescent cock and sniggered. "But you've no idea how much I needed that. Now I know it was Ryan's problem and not mine. I think I can go on with my life." She kissed my cheek and started to move away.

But came back in and in the deeper sultrier tone added. "My only problem now is finding a guy that can make me cum as hard as my brother. Thanks Munch."

And then she was gone.

In the morning; I woke, surprised to find the universe went on after what happened. My sister was already up, and I walked into the living room worrying if my parents knew. They were chatting about holiday stuff, where we were going that day and where we'd get breakfast.

For the rest of the holiday and the long trip home, I was expecting her to say or do something. Give me a look or a hint about how she was feeling, but nothing. As if nothing had happened, but I knew it had, and I'd never forget it.

Within days of us getting home, she'd found another flat to share with a friend and moved out. Within a year, she was engaged to a guy I grudgingly admitted was a good guy. It didn't make me feel better that I was jealous of him. But I was dating my future wife by then.

We attended each other's weddings, and the christening of our kids. But it wasn't for about 15 years that anything was acknowledged about that night. We attended a funeral for an elderly relative and were standing on the porch of their house. Drink in hand and staring out into a thunderstorm.

"Do you ever think of that night?" She asked without looking over.

"Sometimes." I admitted. "You?"

"From time to time. I can't believe we did that, but I don't regret it."

I nodded, and she turned, kissed my cheek and went back inside.

That was the one and only time we acknowledged that night.

"What are you still doing up?" My wife said, dragging me back to the present.

"Just thinking," I said. Pulling her close and giving her bum a squeeze.

"Thinking about that skank in the thunderstorm again?" She said,

"What do you mean?" I replied, regretting I'd told her about the night, if not who it was.

"This..." She said, as she reached into my pyjamas and extracted my erection.

"Well..." I started. But she sank to her knees and hoovered the head up into her mouth.

There was no denying, that after nearly thirty years of practice, my wife was definitely the fellatrix with the most skill over satisfying me. And that she eagerly still enjoyed, it spoke volumes over our marriage.

"I'm sure I can make you forget all about whoever that girl was."

"I know you can. Again, and again. How about we take this back to bed? Easier on your knees that way."

"Thanks! Some parts of me aren't as young as they used to be."

I helped her up but slipped my hands up her nightdress to grab her boobs.

"I know these have never lost my fascination. That will never grow old."

"Idiot." She replied with an almost girlish giggle.

The end

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