Darkness

Darkness

This is a shorter story between a brother and sister, both over eighteen. Read my note at the end to find out how personal and autobiographical this story it for me.

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Darkness

Today is a day of darkness. It washed over and through me as I lay in a fetal position in my bed. The covers pulled up, the blind down, in total darkness on what is outside a beautiful sunny day.

For me, it is not beautiful. For me it is nothing. I cannot think, cannot read, cannot hope. I can only live it out in nothingness until the fog lifts one more time, so I can etch out a semblance of my former life.

Hours pass. Only my nose pokes out so I can breathe the stale air of my bedroom. Feted air, that is worse because this twenty-year-old male has given up on cleaning his room. Besides he keeps the bedroom door shut so as to reduce the sounds of normal living his family make. He needs to allow them to live in the light.

Sometime, as day moved toward night, a slim body slipped into the room. The lips of my sister kissed my forehead.

"Not a good day," she states the obvious.

I groan. This is the time I look forward to most. When my sister, two years my younger, comes to show she cares. I know she cares deeply. But she can do little.

"I'm a nine," I whisper.

I rank my days out of ten. Ten being the worst. I joke that if I'm a ten call an ambulance. Today is a nine and a half. I dare not proclaim it a ten as it could get worse.

"I wish I could do something to help you."

She knows she can't do much when I'm a nine.

"You being here is enough."

She has not done this before, but I hear her slip off her shoes and she crawls under the covers to cuddle me from behind. It is a gesture I appreciate more than words can tell. I feel her clothed body spoon me. Her hands wrap around me and she holds her slightly cold hands to my chest.

In my state, I realise my chest is naked. It takes more to realise my body is naked. I am not wearing boxers. But I have no energy to protest. Besides my brain gets its first good feeling of the day.

My sister snuggles with me and I fall into sleep. She does too, but not before she buries her head in my hair and quietly weeps for me.

When I wake I am hard. It's morning wood, but it is not morning. It is, need a piss wood, but it is not that. It is, my sister holding my nakedness to herself, even though she has kept her hands away from my groin. I am not sure she even knows I have no boxers on. I slip away from her body and out of the bed. My Boxers are on the floor. I slip into them, then reach for my sunglasses on the nightstand.

In the dark hallway, I shuffle my way to the toilet. I wait for my boner it subside a bit, so I can let down. The toilet windowsill is my friend that props up my body. It is now night outside. My night and the word night come together as I piss away the horrid day.

Finished, I move to the kitchen.

"Oh you are up, not good today pet."

Everyone states the bleeding obvious. It had been seven long months, so my bad has become my family's normal.

"Dinner is nearly ready, do you want to eat with us."

"I will try."

"Have you seen your sister?"

"I'll get her," I say. I don't want them to find her asleep in my bed, even though it is innocent.

I shuffle back to my room and put on the bedside lamp. My sister is still asleep. I return the kiss to her forehead. I have not forgotten that kindness.

"Dinner is ready Fi, thank you for the cuddle, but you need to get up."

I find my soft dressing gown that is my comfort blanket in my illness. Except I'm not sure that it is an illness, more a condition, a syndrome.

My sister rolled out of bed and snuggled into me.

"What are you now?"

"I think I'm a seven. The sleep did me good, but I think your love is what made the difference. Thank you."

"I would sleep with you all day if I knew it would make you better."

I put on a cap to keep out the overhead lights. I tried not to think about what my sister just said.

Not every day is a nine. They come in cycles. Normally a few bad days in ten, but never good days, I have not had a one or two in months. I can do things when I get to five.

Brain fog is my constant companion. I have been here before. This is my third bout of Long Covid. When it goes the world becomes clear again. Even at a two the fog is still there. But it is such a companion I didn't realise its presence until it lifted totally for the first time. I had five months of normal after that. Not that I had anything to do. I had to pass up my University course. Long COVID had stolen two and a half years from me.

The meal time is subdued as my family knows I can't bear loud noises or constant chatter. But they accommodate me.

Dad, whose name is Frank, sits at the head and tells of his week. He earns the money that allows me to not need to work. He is a good family man. He loves us equally and does his best.

"The footy is on tonight. I take it you can't join us, Russ."

Oh, that is me, I have a name. Some days I think I'm just a nothing. A phantom soul nearly existing. I shake my head. I found out that tracking the football with my eyes does my head in. I can manage it if I'm a four but not a seven. Then I might only last a quarter.

"Do you think we can win Dad?" My younger Brother Andy is a big Carlton fan. But so are we all.

"Not sure, we are up against Richmond, they are playing well this year."

Andy is a good player himself, it is Australian Rules. He has speed around the pack. As a small, he picks the crumbs up in his fingers like the ball is glue. If around goals he can snap a fluky one. I love him and miss playing kick-to-kick with him.

My Sister sees my disappointment.

"Do you want to play cards with me, Russ? Maybe in my room, your room stinks a bit."

"Yes please, that will be great."

Mum kissed us goodbye as she had a regular Friday night get-together with her sisters doing photos.

Fiona has a nice mood light she can use so my eyes can cope. We sit cross-legged on her bed and start to play Uno. Well, I prop myself up on her pillows, because otherwise I would become exhausted.

We play quietly. She knows not to shout with glee when she puts down a pickup four. She just gets a cheeky grin and whispers Uno. She wins that game.

"I have an idea, Fi suggests, "the next person who wins gets to ask the other person a question, any question."

"Is this truth or dare?" I ask.

"No, ... she stops to think... no no way. You don't have to answer. Just some fun to make winning more interesting."

"I can live with that, but remember my brain fog will mean I probably won't get to ask you anything."

She just grins wickedly.

I lose the next round.

"I'm going to start with a big question first. Get it out of the way."

I wait as she gains courage.

"Are you a virgin?"

I almost choked on my water.

"That is a hard question for me, as I planned to lose my virginity at university. But that got stuffed up. Have you seen me have the chance since? Not even a casual hook-up. Not that I'd give myself to a cheap slapper."

"Thanks for being honest Russ, I'm sorry I didn't think such a question would actually be painful."

"I guess I have to wait. I think you need to deal."

I noticed Fiona was distracted this round. She wasn't trying to lose but I think my answer threw her. I won.

Now I had to pull a decent question out of my foggy head. I guessed she was still a virgin, so I wasn't wasting that one.

"Okay, Did you or your group of school friends ever think I was hot?"

Fi went red. "Not fair that's sort of two questions."

"Well, answer for your friends?"

"All the time, they would have been happy to throw themselves under your body, if it had not been for the brother rule."

"What's that?"

"Though shall not covert, date or fuck your best friend's brother."

"Bugger that rule, without it I might not be a virgin now." I sigh.

Fi grinned, "Oh you definitely wouldn't be. Sorry."

I got distracted thinking of which girlfriend I would have liked to nail. Consequently, I lost the next hand.

"Remember you don't have to answer."

"True but I'm also liking that we can be honest."

Fiona took a deep breath.

"Were you naked under the covers today, like no boxers?"

"Maybe, maybe not. That's for me to know and you to find out. Does a Scotsman tell what is under his kilt?

"I'll take it that that is your answer and it's a challenge."

I Groaned.

"So long as it doesn't mean you won't snuggle me when I'm bad. I think today you raised my levels up from a nine to a seven."

We played the next hand. I lost again.

"Did I turn you on while I cuddled you today?"

I looked Fiona directly in the eye. "No. When I'm a nine nothing turns me on. Not even porn. I don't think, I barely feel. But I loved it because it was you and you cared. It warmed my soul from its darkness."

"Good, I'll do it again then."

Next hand I won. I phrased my question carefully so as not to give the answer to my Scotsman's conundrum.

"Did you enjoy cuddling my body, that you thought might have been naked down below?"

Fiona went red again.

"I sort of couldn't get close enough to you. I loved your smell and your pecs in my hands. It was nice."

I felt myself getting hard. Shit.

Fiona won again. My hard-on was competing with my brain fog for my brain.

"Do you think my boobs are too small?" She bit her bottom lip as she asked me.

I was flustered. How do I answer to build her up? She obviously wanted a brother's opinion.

I sized her up and spent some time goggling her tits, which were well contained in her top. Fiona was a small slim girl, they had to be more than an A-cup. But beyond that, it was hard to tell in her clothes.

"Fiona you have an amazing body. I felt you pressing into my back today. I know I said I didn't get turned on. That was because I was a nine. Normally I probably would have. I know you are on the small side. But then you have a small body, so I would say perfect for you. Even though you are my Sister. If I wasn't your Brother, they would make me happy."

I got the answer right because she bounced over the cards and gave me a kiss. Brief, appropriate, but on the lips.

Fiona quickly sat back down, her doubts returned with the sitting.

"You're not just saying that?"

I shook my head but knew it was not enough. I looked down. I was now fully hard and obvious. It was dangerous but she needed to know, needed to be reassured.

I looked at her sheepishly. "My penis doesn't lie."

"Oh my god, sorry."

I hurriedly put a pillow over my lap.

"How embarrassing."

"For us both," I said. "Perhaps we should stop the questions, well the risky ones. How's Uni going?"

"Frustrating. Since covid, most of my classes are online. I might as well not be going to Uni. It's nothing like Mum and Dad talk about. I swear our generation will miss out on the social life and finding that special person. I do most of my work here at home. I've had two face-to-face lectures in six months, so fuck all chance of getting to know anyone."

"More than what I got. I didn't even make it to my orientation week. But I understand. You're right, even without long COVID, I would probably still be a virgin."

"Virgin Students unite. We should form a club."

"Or a What's App group," I suggested sarcastically.

"Shit no, that would be worse."

"I can see the headlines now. 2035 young people are starting to gather in the old university derelict precincts in the chance that it will be better than online AI-matched love lives."

Fiona added. "It is one of the anomalies of the mid-twentieth century that grandparents who chose love matches over matchmaking practices are watching their grandkids matched by computers."

"Shit my head is hurting, too much thinking, I might have a bad day tomorrow."

"Sorry Russ, I will stop. Let me cuddle you before you go."

Fiona snuggled under my arm and placed her closest arm over my pillow. I could feel the pressure on my dick, even if it was not helping me go down, she couldn't have known.

I buried my nose in her hair and committed the moment to memory. After thirty minutes of quiet, I stroked her head.

"I need to go to bed. Goodnight sweetie."

"Good night big brother."

I slipped out. Fortunately, I was soft once more. Because I think I saw her check.

I was right. The thinking last night had fatigued my brain and I woke with a headache and was back down to an eight and a half. I stayed in bed. I could read a little. So turned to find short stories online.

Over the last months, I had read through a number of short story sites but one kept popping up in the searches I had not dared to try. But my Sister had woken some sort of sexual need in me, so finally I clicked on Literotica.

There were a lot of choices of genre, but I chose First Time. I read a few, skipping the anointing first-time anal. I wanted to read about people like me; Virgins. Not my tenth time but first with some scrubber.

I have to admit I was hard most of the morning. Fortunately, I had put my iPad down and was asleep, when my sister slipped into my bed. I heard her, so drifted awake. I heard some rustling of clothes and she carefully tucked in behind me. Then I felt her nipples, hardened points burning into my back.

I stopped breathing. She snuggled closer. Her breasts squashed into my flesh and I knew then she was topless.

I groaned as I sucked in a breath.

"You're awake Russ?"

"I am now."

She giggled. "Good this might be a waste otherwise."

Her hand curled around me and she spooned me. I could feel, wait, shit, that was her, it has to be, her pubes tickled my bare arse.

"That answers the Scotsman's Challenge." She whispered in my ear.

"You know this is wrong."

"So wrong, but if it helps you get better it's worth it."

I relaxed. True to my level of fog I didn't get hard but I felt so loved. My body tingled with warmth. It was strange as I hadn't felt this before. Fiona was good. She did nothing more than hold me pressed all the way down my body. Her top leg encased my torso. She put her bottom arm under my head and once again her other arm held the hand that held my breast. My hands clutched hers to my heart.

We slept, but when Fiona heard the garage door she bolted from the bed. I looked to see her naked body pick up her clothes and bolt from the room. I liked the sight of her little tushy naked for me to see. I got hard then.

I needed the toilet, so got up, made myself decent, and headed to the toilet. Fortunately, I beat my little brother who was suddenly doing the busting dance. I guessed the family had just arrived home.

I toddled into the kitchen to greet Mum.

"How are you pet?" She gave me a hug.

"I was an eight to nine all day but I've just woken up and feel good, like I could be even a six."

"Well, don't overdo it. Is your sister home?"

"I think so. I might go and watch some tele. I'm so bored not being able to do even that."

My little brother burst into the room.

"I was busting Russell. I nearly wet myself."

"Well you didn't, how was your game?"

"We won, I scored three goals and assisted two."

"Good on you champion. I wish I could have been there to watch. Maybe next week".

"It's an away game next week, so probably not. Too far for your brain."

"Yeah." I was genuinely downhearted. "Did the Blues beat Richmond last night?"

"Wow, you were bad to not know by now. Yes, we did, by one point. Luckily you didn't watch, the stress was huge. I'm going to get a shower."

"Well if you see Fi, no better still, can you knock on Fi's door and tell her I'm going to watch some TV?

Five minutes later I heard Fiona talking to Mum then she brought us some popcorn to eat.

"Mum said it would spoil our dinner but I smiled sweetly and said you needed a treat."

Fiona snuggled into me and we watched the latest episode of Dancing With The Stars.

"Interesting choice Russ?

"Well, I knew you liked it and it will drive Andy away from bugging us."

"Clever boy. I knew I loved you for a reason."

"Thanks by the way. I'm a six, thanks to your cuddles."

"Did you like it?"

"More than you dreamed."

"That might be hard. Were you hard?"

"Cheeky, I was level eight/nine, so no." But then I stopped debating whether to tell her.

"When you left in a rush, nice tush by the way. I got hard then."

"So it wasn't a waste on you?"

"Dangerous move, but I feel so much better thanks to you little Sis."

Just then Andy burst into the room. I doubt Andy knows how to enter any other way.

"What! You are watching this crap? I'm out of here. Seriously, Bro, our Sister is polluting your mind."

Fiona high-fived me once he had disappeared. Then we laughed.

"Was it weird for you Fi?"

"Not weird, just, I don't know sort of freeing."

"Did you get hard yourself?"

"You're an idiot."

"I felt your nipples. They were hard in my back."

"Ok, but if you are asking was I turned on, then yes. I was wet."

"Oh..."

"I'm surprised your bed did not have a wet spot."

"Shit, I didn't even check."

"Consider it a present if I did."

"Is it okay that we are talking like this?"

"Maybe, a girl has to be able to ask Big Brother stuff she can't share with the olds."

"So you think I'm safe."

"I guess, sort of but, Russ," she looked into my eyes. "I hope not too safe."

Just then we got called to dinner.

After dinner, I went to my bed to read and Fiona let me know she had a friend's chat organised. I settled into some more erotica reading. My sister sure turned me on just then.

I read a few first-time stories but decided to check out the site more. That's when I saw the incest category. I groaned to myself. I was glad I was in incognito mode. It took a little to find out how to use tags but soon I was searching for brother and sister stuff.

I sort of knew it was a thing, but fuck, this stuff was mind-blowing. I read a few stories but liked the slow-burn stories best.

I rolled over on my bed to my other side when I felt it. Damp. The penny dropped. Shit, my sister. I threw back the covers and sniffed the wet patch. Fuck my nerve cells spasmed right through from my nose to my cock.

I was already turned on from my reading. My cock demanded me to give it relief. With my head buried in the wet spot and my arse in the air, I sipped down my pyjama pants and pumped my cock. My tongue sort of got a taste. It was not much but I managed to pull some sheet into my mouth and suck. At the same time, I came. Bu that I mean I had the most erotic, hard, body-shaking cum I had ever had. My jizz actually blasted my chin and joined my Sister's wet spot.

Then embarrassment followed and guilt. I quickly wiped myself clean on the sheet. Fortunately, it is a queen bed so I could sleep on the dry side. But I needed to air out my room and wash tomorrow no matter what my levels were.

As I tried to nod off, my mind cycled through guilt about wanking over my sister and thinking about how I could make it right. Right to keep, going with this path we both appeared to be taking. Fuck I was screwed.

In the morning Fiona poked her head in the door.

"Bro this room stinks. I don't mind fresh Russ smells, but rusty crusty disgusty months-old crud smells no.

"I can't help it I'm sort of stuck in here with no energy."

I watched her little face light up with an idea. She waltzed over and kissed my forehead.

"Can I clean it for you?"

She was genuine.

"Really, yes it's actually getting too much for me. I was going to have to wash my sheets this morning anyway."

"So I did leave a wet spot?"

I went red.

"Goody you found it." She giggled. So can I clean up for you?"

"I won't be much help you know."

"I have a suggestion. You can camp in my room. That way I can open the curtains and blinds and let the sun in. If it's okay you won't need to do anything just sleep in my bed.

"But won't you get my boy smells?"

"I hope so, but clean ones. You're showering first buddy. I'll just go let Mum know what I'm doing so she doesn't misunderstand. You coming out for breakfast?"

"After my shower. But maybe coffee and toast is all."

Fiona leant over and kissed me. On the lips. A soft, gentle, nice, ball-turning, kiss on the lips. She then skipped out to tell Mum.

I dragged my naked and hard body out of the sheets and doffed my dressing gown. I shuffled to the bathroom. Naked I weighed myself. My weight was creeping up because I was getting zero exercise. Worse I was hardly doing even normal stuff. My step count rarely made it over 200.

My body as I looked in the mirror had lost its tone and was getting flabby. But exercise fatigue was a real thing with this shitty condition. Ten minutes of anything strenuous could put me in bed for two days unable to move.

My cock was limp. I took it with me to the shower. If I did manage to find a girlfriend to use this appendage on, ten minutes of lovemaking might be far too much exercise. I groaned as the shower cascaded over me and I lost myself in warmth and soap. But I refrained from giving myself a helping hand. In the back of my mind was the thought of being in my sister's bed today.

Mum welcomed me into the kitchen.

"I don't know what had possessed Fiona but she wants to clean your bedroom for you."

"I know, a bit amazing."

"So you'll camp in her room until it's done. What level are you?"

"Seven/eight, a bit better than two days ago but I still need the dark."

"Well, you make sure you rest. No helping your sister. But I'll give her credit. I've been dreading needing to go in and do that myself."

"She loves me I guess."

"I do too you lug head, but that is some love. I'm pleased she is looking out for you though. It must be tough living through this?"

"It is Mum, real tough."

I wandered back it my room to find the vampires had fled with the sunlight streaming in where it had not reached for months.

"Too bright."

Fiona bounced around and shuffled me to her room.

"Give me that gown, it needs a wash."

She all but dragged it off me.

I stood in my boxers. I could see she was taking a good look.

"These too," she said as she shipped them to my ankles.

"Fi!" I cried as I dashed my hands to cover my genitals.

"Hop into the bed and I'll bring you fresh ones, if I can find any."

I quickly slipped between her sheets but not fast enough as she slapped my bare rump and said.

"Nice tush."

I was beet red. Her soft clean sheets were pulled to my chin.

I peeked at her impish face. I didn't have any words.

"It's sort of sexy having a naked man in my bed. I think you just took my bed's virginity. So to speak."

"Well, I guess you took my bed's V card last night. So they are even."

"Maybe when I finish your room I can slip in with you and you can cuddle with me."

"Not helping me calm down."

"Good, I want you to smell my bed up a bit, so I can smell you when I sleep tonight. Till then sleep well in mine."

She turned off the light and her room went dark.

I lay there trembling. What was happening? My sister was openly flirting with me. I was turned on. I rubbed my hardness on her sheets. I was tempted to leave her a wet spot. Then I buried my head in her pillow and let her fresh smells send me into a new darkness. One fed with love and lust mixed together with my fatigue. I sunk back into sleep. Sleep was my constant companion and my one escape.

My dreams were erotic. I was trying to fuck my sister. I was wrapped up in her smells and in her warmth but my penis couldn't find the hole. We changed location in the frustration of seeking completion. The lounge with the TV blaring, the shower warm but no relief. The kitchen but Mum kept popping in and out. Finally my bed with its funky smell. My body was between her legs finally at the right place when I woke up hard and sweating.

I lay there. I hope that gave her the pheromones she asked for I sighed. I needed to go. But I was hard, naked and my sister had taken my clothes and gown. Fuck.

I grabbed my phone from the bedside table. Eleven o'clock. I had slept for two hours.

I rang my sister.

"Hi, big brother, what's up." Then she giggled.

"I need to go."

"Well go."

"You have my clothes."

"So I do. I think the family are all out."

"Except for you."

"True."

"Well?"

"My dressing gown is behind the door. Wear that."

"Thanks".

"By the way you look so cute lying in my bed."

I looked at her dressing gown behind the door. Fluffy, pink and small compared to mine. I hopped out of bed. Fuck I was naked in my sister's room. I liked it. Shit. I saw myself in her full-length mirror. Naked man in girls' room, was sexy. I decided to walk around a bit. To soak in the stimulation it. Ideas are strange when they permeate the soul, the idea of something risky, forbidden, Eros embodied in moment.

I made my way to her gown. It barely wrapped around my larger torso. I was not fat but I was tall and well-built, notwithstanding the fatty tissues I had acquired recently. But the gown was warm and fuzzy and fresh. It came to just below my ball sack. As I said my sister was short. I was six two, she was four ten.

I was even harder, but needed to go really bad now, so I snuck down the hall to the loo. On my way back my sister was leaning on my bedroom door frame watching me.

"That is hot dear brother. I'm sorry, but that is turning me on."

She met me in the hall and tucked her arms around me in a hug.

"I'm nearly finished. Everyone has gone out. I'll come and give you a cuddle soon."

My cock was hard pressing just below her breasts. She had to know.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Sis?"

"Yes," she breathed and tilted her head up for a kiss.

I knew I shouldn't, but my lips were drawn to hers and we kissed. Way beyond a brotherly kiss. After an eternity she pushed me away.

"Hop into my bed I'll be there soon."

I turned and stumbled into her room.

"Oh, Russ?"

"Yes," I turned.

"Did you find my present for you under my pillow?"

"No."

"Enjoy."

She stopped and looked at me passion poured out of her eyes.

"Nice view."

God, my cock was poking straight up in front of my exposed naked torso.

Suddenly I didn't care. I waved my hips, thus cock at my Sister and let the gown slip to the floor. Naked I turned to slip once again between her sheets.

I snuggled into her smell the remembered the present. My hand slipped under the pillow and found something small and silky.

I knew what they were before I bought them to my nose. That was what I had been smelling all morning. They were dry now but obviously, she had cum in them recently. I wrapped the panties around my cock. Fuck I needed to cum.

I was almost there when my sister poked her head in the door.

"Don't waste it I'll be there in a minute."

I froze. Stunned.

Five minutes passed when Fiona came in and shut the door. I think I heard the lock.

I looked at her, lust in my eyes.

"If you hop in here with me you know I'm going to make love to you? You won't get out until we have lost our virginities."

She nodded, suddenly shy. "Yes, please."

She started to strip.

"Put on the bedside lamp I want to see."

I flung my sunglasses away. This moment was not going to be consumed in the darkness. I watched as my sister revealed her petite body to me.

"Fuck, your breasts are perfect."

I pulled back the sheets to reveal my body to her. Her satin pastel blue panties still wrapped around my penis. Both our sets of eyes were everywhere. She slipped her panties off revealing her dark but small tuft of hair, on her cute mound.

She stepped to me. "Here these are wet. She held her sodden panties to my nose and took my penis into her hand."

I came and came hard. I splattered her body with my sperm.

"Good," she giggled. "You might last now when I take this monster in me."

Then my sister pushed me onto my back. She straddled my prone body and nestled her vulva along my length.

Looking at my wide-open eyes, eyes she rarely sees as they are hidden beneath sunglasses, she massaged my sperm all over her body. Her lower lips massaged me and kept me hard.

"Do you want to take my virginity, Russ?"

"Yes," I breathed. My hands slipped to her breasts, still slippery with my spunk.

"Fuck now, play later. Don't worry I'm on the pill."

She rose herself up and grabbed my cock so my glans smooched along her slippery lips, parting them in readiness, she was so wet. Fuck.

My head found the hole. It was small and tight, I doubted I would fit, But then she did the unthinkable. She dropped down with force punching me into her depths in one movement. Her cry pierced the house. I was buried so deep our pubic hair squashed between us. Fiona flung herself onto my chest and kissed me in a fury of passion. I could feel her passage spasm on my cock right up and down its length, as her body struggled with her demand that it stretch.

"Oh god it hurts, she whispered in pain as she bit my neck. "Fuck yes, oh fuck cumming."

Then she was shaking and spasming on me I hadn't moved.

She slumped and held me. My body started to want to move. Slowly I withdrew an inch then pushed back in.

"Does it hurt?"

"A little but keep going."

Her fluids released deep in her cum began to lubricate me. I began a slow loving movement that expressed my love.

My sister sat up a bit and we looked into each other's eyes. Now we were making love. I only came halfway out. I was afraid of giving up this velvet tightness that gripped my soul through my cock.

I could feel my need to cum again build.

"Cum in me anytime you like, don't worry about lasting. We have a lifetime to play and experiment."

I thrust a bit faster.

"I love you, Sis, fuck I love you, Fiona, fuck I'm going to cum."

"Fill me, Bro, I have loved you for years, I've wanted this. I have wanted you to cum in me forever."

I thrust hard and came with an equal hardness. My spurts pumped into my sister, deep into her. Then she came again, on me and with me.

Stilled, she reached for the lamp and returned the room to darkness. We remained joined and I cradled my small petite sister in my arms.

We were too excited to sleep. I was too exhausted to move. I played with her hair as it barely came up to my chest.

We held each other in our love as long as we dared.

"I need to get you back to your bed before the family gets home."

Slowly she pulled my shrinking penis from her vagina and our juices flowed onto her bed.

She pulled me up and led me naked next door to my room. My bed was ready and I slipped in. Her lips met mine and her hand coddled my genitals.

"Sleep, well. Tomorrow we have the room to ourselves."

Naked she turned toward the door. She turned off the light leaving my room in darkness and her nakedness silhouetted in the door frame.

"Thank you, Fi, for turning my darkness into light."

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Note:

Like 'Russ' I suffer from long covid. Specifically swelling in the brain. I wanted to write what I experience in my daily life. I am well over their age and nothing in the story reflects how I lost my virginity. I have lost over three years to this horrid disorder. I have spent many many months in eights and nines.

Without long covid I would not have started writing erotica. So I guess that is the good from the bad. At least for you my dear readers. What you read is my life, without the sister or the sex.

I am halfway through writing Debbie's story JTL series. I needed something more innocent than that one for a while. I hope to have that one finished within the week.