Between Two Worlds

All characters engaged in sexual activities are over the age of eighteen and products of the author's imagination.

My little sister, whom I hadn't seen in two years, was coming to visit me. I hadn't seen Robin, my younger sister, in about two years. The last time I saw her was at our mom's old house, where we held a memorial just before signing the necessary documents to sell the house, which she left to Robin and me. That was about a month before my divorce was finalized, and Maria, my ex-wife, was kind enough to accompany me.

That morning, I found myself tidying up the small apartment that I live in. I no longer had a three-bedroom house to clean or a wife to help me clean. My one-bedroom apartment gave me enough room to crash after a long day of work, just like the three-bedroom house that I owned with my ex-wife.

Robin called me a few weeks back and asked if she could stay with me for a short period of time while she looked for a job in the area. I agreed but warned her that my space was limited and that she might need to sleep on the sofa bed. She said that she didn't mind. I knew she could be somewhat reserved at times, a pain in the butt at other times, and had only a few friends to fall back on, though she was a good-looking intellectual who only mingled with others on her own terms when she was in the mood.

Growing up, Robin was often a loner. Instead of playing with kids her age in the neighborhood, she found it was more comforting to stay in her own corner of her own world, reading a book, playing with her stuffed animals and dolls, or hiding under a layer of sheets and blankets. She was kind, gentle, loving, and yet at times mysterious, often living in the world she created through her imagination. Playing with her imaginary friends wasn't unusual for her, and we got used to it. She avoided conversations whenever she could as a youngster, but when she was angry, she was fully capable of making enough noise and fuss to make you feel helpless and humble. Underneath, Robin was a gentle, shy girl with a lovely smile, yet daring at times. Her personality developed gradually, like her smile, in slow motion. Her once reserved and shy nature slowly changed. She began to question everything in an argumentative manner, hence taking small steps to become more confident and assertive. But below her fiery surface, the shy, loving girl remained as she grew into a beautiful woman.

I took a quick shower, headed to the airport, and arrived there, giving her time to deboard the plane and collect her luggage. Once I was at the passenger pick-up area, I had to look twice at the girl with suitcases by her side to recognize my sister, Robin, in her new look. As soon as she saw me, she waved and smiled; that unmistakable smile took moments to materialize. I recognized it as my sister Robin's.

After a long hug, I helped her load, then opened the passenger-side door for her to get in.

"Nick, you haven't changed a bit since I last saw you... Ugh, like two years ago?" Robin said and added, "Maybe you've lost a few pounds. Have you been hitting the gym?"

"Nah... but I still jog several times a week. But you look fabulous." I took my eyes off the road to glance at my sister before elaborating, "The last time I saw you, you wore your hair just below your ears. I like the way you have it now, down to your shoulders, and the new hair color... Really, Robin, I almost didn't recognize you. You are looking good, really good. Looks like you've lost some weight from the right places and gained it somewhere else." I laughed in a complimentary way. "How did you become a gorgeous woman in a short time?" I wasn't lying. My sister looked awesome and healthy.

"You are exaggerating... but thank you for the compliment, Nick. I grew tired of having very short, natural brown hair. So, Nick, I guess you like blondes, right? Is that why you like my hair?" she chuckled.

"You are right, I like blondes. Now that you are a blonde, I must tell you that you look great. Honestly, you are the best-looking blonde I have seen in a great while."

"Since you approve, I'll stay a blonde for a while." Robin chuckled.

"Hey, would you like to go out for a grab tonight or order something? As you know, I'm not a huge fan of cooking." I asked.

"I'll settle for anything you serve with a glass of wine or beer. I am already exhausted after a four-hour flight."

"Fair enough! I have more beer and wine than food in the refrigerator. You are in luck. Will pizza do, or Chinese?" I said, helping her out of the car.

"I am good with pizza." Robin smiled

We had a couple of glasses of wine before pizza and talked about various shared interests. My sister seemed more self-confident than I could remember. Then, around 10 pm, when Robin started yawning, I let her use the suite bathroom first before she went to the sofa bed.

"Nick! Thank you for letting me stay." Robin said, her eyes becoming slightly misty and glistening.

"Anytime, Robin, anytime."

"Nick, I've a little favor to ask. I have some legal documents to go over very soon. Do you mind reviewing them with me tomorrow?"

Of course, I'm not a lawyer, but I can check them with you.

I had just finished my Sunday morning jog and walked into the house to find breakfast already on the table. Still warm, too.

"You're still doing the black coffee thing?" Robin asked. I watched the little single-cup machine steadily dripping away into a mug.

"Yeah, thanks."

"It's the least I can do," she said, sitting down to join me.

"Look, if you can drop me at the market later, I'll pick up some actual ingredients. We should probably stop eating so much junk and cook some real meals at home. You weren't kidding when you said that you don't have any food in the refrigerator, were you?" Robin said, placing her fists on her hips and giving me a look that reminded me of our late mother. But couldn't help but smirk.

"Wait, are you actually telling me you know how to cook now? And you're volunteering?"

"I can cook," she shot back, "and I will." She said, making a fake angry face playfully.

"Fine. Tell you what, we'll take a drive around the area first, get some lunch, and then hit the grocery store. I've got this sudden craving for meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and a salad, and I know a place that serves the best meatloaf in town." So that's exactly what we did.

Honestly, I felt a real sense of pleasure just driving my sister around town. Robin leaned back in the passenger seat, just soaking up the late morning sun seeping in and out of the window as we drove through the tree-lined roads. Her sundress was fluttering a bit in the wind coming through the cracked window.

She relaxed, with one hand in her lap while I drove, every now and then reaching up to move her hair off her face. I pointed out different spots as we went, trying to help her get acclimated to the town. Robin smiled and nodded as she memorized where each landmark was.

But I found myself looking over at her more often than I probably should have. Seeing her now, at twenty-one... she'd changed so much. The last time I saw her, back when she was nineteen, she was still carrying that teenage weight and hiding it under those massive, baggy clothes that looked like potato sacks. Now? She had this perfect hourglass figure. She'd really grown into a beautiful woman.

By 1:00 PM, we pulled into Marty's for a quick lunch. Neither of us was starving after a good breakfast, so we just split the meatloaf and mashed potatoes and ordered a couple of beers.

Sitting there waiting for the food, I couldn't ignore the attention she was getting. Several guys at the bar, the nearby tables, even our waiter, were stealing looks at her. I felt weird when I felt a bit jealous, as they were trying to move in on my woman. I should have been happy for Robin for getting attention from men, not envious, but I was.

Robin noticed the gazes, but she ignored them without showing any emotion. After we finished, she grabbed whatever she needed for the week from the market, and we headed back to my apartment.

"Nick? Can you look at this?" Robin asked as soon as we were done putting away groceries, handing me a thick envelope.

"Oh, right. I forgot. What's the deal with this?"

"It's a settlement," she said, her voice sounding a little shaky. "I have to sign it and get it faxed over by midnight tomorrow if I'm going to accept."

"A settlement? For what?" I asked, starting to worry she had gotten herself into some kind of legal mess.

"Look, Nick, I'll tell you the whole story. I want to. But... just not right this second, okay?" she pleaded.

I pulled the papers out. The cover letter was from an attorney, laying out the settlement amount, his cut, and the deadline. When I saw the number, my jaw practically dropped. It was a large sum of money. I started wondering why on earth a massive corporation would be cutting a check that big to someone like Robin. The rest of the pages were full of dense legal jargon, essentially stating that the company wasn't admitting any wrongdoing. But they'd pay her to drop the charges and keep her mouth shut.

"Robin, this is a serious amount of money!" I told her, feeling a bit of relief for her.

"I know, Nick. I just... I haven't decided if I should just take it and walk away or actually go to court."

"What's the actual case about, though?" I was dying to know at this point.

"It's a long story," she said, finally signing the page and handing it back to me so I could fax it the next day.

"I've got time for a long story. If you're up for telling it, that is." Her face went tight for a second. You could see her struggling, as she was right on the edge of either speaking up or just breaking down, and she looked as caught somewhere between being pissed off and being heartbroken.

"I don't think I'm ready to explain why I'm taking the settlement right now, Nick. Just... give me a minute," she said, her eyes filling as she hurried toward the bathroom. I felt stupid for pushing her. It was obviously something deeply personal, and I didn't have any right to force it out of her.

A few minutes later, Robin returned with this forced, shaky smile. "Okay, Nick. You want to know, so I'm going to tell you. But listen, you might hate me after this. You might even want me to leave. And that's fine; I can handle it. I've been sitting on this truth for years. Maybe it's just time."

"Robin, stop. Let's just drop it. You don't owe me anything. You're my sister, and that's not going to change." I walked over and gave her a hug, kissing her forehead. "And a gorgeous one, for the record."

"Nick, I was going to tell you anyway. This is as good a time as any. It's just... It's really hard to talk about. Not just the settlement, but some other things too." She went quiet for a long moment, just trying to get the words together.

"Okay... About the settlement for now... So, the company sold this big software package to a corporation out on the West Coast. They sent a team out there to handle the training and the launch. One of the guys had a family emergency and had to leave early, so my boss asked me to step in. They made me fly out the next day with the division head, who was coming along for the celebration after the product launch." She stopped again, taking a breath.

"Okay... That night before the software dry run, the big boss took the team and some of the executives who bought our product out to this incredibly fancy restaurant. We had a few cocktails and a fancy meal, then went back to this five-star hotel for the night. I was just about to crash when the boss called me and asked me to come to his suite with my laptop to go over the presentation I was giving the next day. He was only two doors down. I just threw a robe on over my pajamas and went there, because he was the big boss, you know..." She sighed, leaning back.

"Anyway, the first thing he did was to pour us both a glass of this expensive liquor. Then he told me to sit at the desk and start reviewing the slides with him. While I was working, he started touching me. Then he leaned over my shoulder, pretending to look at the screen, and started kissing my neck. I tried to push him away, but I was honestly terrified; I mean, he was the big shot. Before I knew it, he was going for my chest. Nick, I didn't want it. I really didn't. But alcohol... it just made everything feel different and slow. I got scared and tried to get up to leave, but he pinned me against him. He reached inside my pajama pants and... he started playing with me."

I was absolutely fuming, but I forced myself to stay quiet and not let my temper flare up while she was talking. But I remained quiet, trying to control my agitation.

"I finally managed to get away and ran out of the room. I think I was screaming. I saw him standing there by the door, and one of the hotel maids saw me and helped me back to my room because I'd lost my key. She called security, and the security asked if I wanted to call the police, but I just... I couldn't. I told them no." Her eyes were swimming in tears now.

"You deserve every single cent of that money," I said, watching her try to get her breathing under control.

"It got worse, Nick. That's what the settlement is really for and what happened after. Anyway, I booked my own flight and went home the next morning. I told my boss I was sick and just left without saying anything to the division head. A week later, people started leaving pictures of trans people on my desk. Then the women at work started acting weird, especially in the restrooms. Turned out the big boss started a rumor that I was actually a trans woman. I finally went to HR. Did they listen? Sure, but they didn't do a thing. They just offered me a month of paid leave for emotional distress. So I went to counseling, and my therapist told me to see a lawyer. That lawyer found two other women who had gone through a similar experience with this guy. Even then, the company wouldn't touch him."

"Robin, I'm serious, you deserve way more than whatever the settlement amount. This guy attacked you, and then he went out of his way to attack your identity and humiliate you." I pulled her into a massive bear hug.

"I know I said I'd make dinner, but I'm just exhausted," she said, wiping her eyes. "Are you okay with leftover pizza?"

"Of course. I'm not even that hungry. I think I need a drink more than food right now, actually."

I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and went to grab the scotch from the cabinet.

"I'm not hungry either, but I'd like some of that. I think I need it more than you do." She tried to laugh, but it didn't quite land.

We sat there at the table, just sipping whiskey over ice, and she started filling in more of the gaps as I just listened.

"Nick, part of the reason I came here was to tell you the stuff you didn't know. And to ask for help. I've already talked your ear off tonight, but there's more. Just... not tonight."

"Robin, you can tell me whatever, whenever. I'm here. I'll help you with any of your needs as best I can, seriously. Just ask."

"Thanks, Nick. I knew I could count on you." She took a long sip of her drink, looked me right in the eye, and said, "Nick, I'm still a virgin. Did you know that?" I was completely blindsided. My sister, twenty-one years old and gorgeous- can that be true? She's a virgin? I should have been more careful with how I reacted, but I just blurted out, "Are you serious?" The second it left my mouth, I wished I could take it back.

"Yes, Nick... I'm serious. I just... I've always wanted to feel like a real woman, and I just haven't yet." She tried to hold it together, pressing her hands over her mouth, but she started sobbing. Just deep, ragged breaths.

"I'm sorry..." she managed to mutter, pouring herself another huge glass and knocking back half of it immediately.

"You don't need to cry about that, Robin. Maybe it's actually the best thing. When you meet the right guy, it'll be for love, not just for losing it." I said, trying my best to comfort her. She looked like she wanted to say something else, but she just stayed quiet. She finished the rest of the whiskey, wincing a little as it went down.

"Robin, I think you've had enough to drink for one night, don't you?" I said firmly.

"Almost... I just need a shower and to change." She was definitely tipsy now, wobbling a bit as she stood up. She made her way to the living room, grabbed some clothes from her suitcase, and headed for the bathroom. I poured myself one more drink, just trying to process everything she'd dumped on me in the last hour. A few minutes later, she came back into the kitchen looking a bit more refreshed, wearing these little pajama shorts and a tank top. I couldn't help but notice how great her legs looked, and the breasts that fought to poke through her top, not to mention the rest of her.

"You don't mind if I have one for the road, right?" she asked, already pouring another stiff drink. I didn't even bother answering.

"Are you hungry yet?" I wondered.

"No. I'm going to bed after this." She held up her glass. "Will you come hold me until I fall asleep, Nick?"

"Sure. Let me get the sofa bed ready."

"No... in your bed. I want you to hold me and tell me you love me. Just help me be me until I'm asleep." Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed my hand and started leading me toward the bedroom. She was definitely drunk, but she seemed focused.

"Are you mad?"

"No, Nick. I'm drunk, not crazy," she said, looking back at me with these glittering eyes. "Go ahead and change if you want." She said as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I don't really 'change' for bed. I just take things off," I joked.

"I'll close my eyes then," she giggled.

I decided to just keep my boxers on before getting to bed and lying down, and she turned away from me, grabbed my hand, and tucked it right under her chest, pulling me in tight against her.

"Robin, listen, I do love you. And I'm going to be here for you, no matter what. I've got your back, always." I whispered in her ear.

"Thanks, Nick. I know." She took my hand, kissed it, and then pressed it firmly over her breasts. "You know, this is the first time I've ever actually been in bed with a man."

"You told me that already. But I don't think being in bed with your brother really counts. Either way, I probably shouldn't stay here too long." I meant it, too. We both had a good buzz going, and I was definitely starting to feel the physical reality of having her pressed up against me. My body was reacting, and I was terrified of how awkward that was going to get.

"It's natural, isn't it? If I feel something, but we've both got clothes on... I'm okay with it. I know how it works," she said, almost like she was reading my mind. She pulled my hand in even tighter, like she was afraid I'd run off. Then she shifted, pressing her backside right up against me. I tried to pull back a little, but my body had other ideas. I closed my eyes and tried to think about literally anything else, just fighting off the natural reaction of my fleshly frame. Eventually, her breathing slowed down, and her warm body felt heavy against mine; she was out. I felt a huge wave of relief knowing she was asleep, even though I was still dealing with a very obvious physical reaction.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, I was still right there behind her, my arm around her waist. We were fit together like a puzzle. She looked like an angel sleeping there. I didn't even want to move. And yeah, I had morning wood; it was pressed right up against her, only separated by the thin fabric of what we had on. I could feel its pulse, and she definitely would have felt it if she were awake.

"Good morning, Nick," Robin said suddenly. I jumped, realizing I'd been absentmindedly pressing against her.

"Ugh... morning, Robi. Didn't know you were awake. Did you sleep okay?" I was definitely stumbling over my words.

"I woke up on East Coast time, but I drifted back to sleep. Honestly, I was kind of enjoying the little knock on my back, but I figured I should probably get you up before you're late for work."

"Sorry... that wasn't on purpose. Just a natural thing, being that close." I tried to play it off as I rolled out of bed.

"No worries. I felt loved and safe," she said, racing me to the bathroom.

"My first time sharing a bed with a guy, I'm going to remember this forever!" she yelled back.

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"You're home?" Robin welcomed me home. Her smile didn't take long to materialize as it usually does, and she seemed happy to see me return home. I smiled, taking a closer look at her to admire how absolutely gorgeous she looked in the light-yellow sundress with small blue flowers she had on. Entering the apartment, I dropped my briefcase on the floor and opened my arms for a hug, taking in the smell of whatever she was cooking coming from the kitchen.

"Someone has been busy today?" I said, inhaling the aroma from the kitchen.

"I don't mind cooking. Especially when I cook for someone else," she said, beaming. "What can I get you to unwind? Beer, wine, or whiskey? I made some cheese puffs for an appetizer," she asked.

"Wine, if you are joining. Otherwise, a beer."

"Wine it is. I found a case of red wine in your closet. Is it any good?" she asked, bringing a bottle and two glasses. Soon, we were sipping wine and snacking on cheese puffs she made, sitting across from each other at the table.

"Ok, trivia for you... Can you tell me the percentage of natural redheads?"

"I don't know, Robin. You are the one with a degree in statistics; you tell me." I had no clue or interest in knowing such stats."

"Take a guess, at least, Nick. Try." Robin wasn't going to give up getting me involved in her silly statistics game.

"Hmmm... I would say 2%. It is just a wild guess. Am I close?'

"Yes, you are close. The redhead population is about 1.7%. How about the percentage of twins, identical or not, of any gender?"

"Four percent?"

"You are a bit off this time. It's closer to 1.5%, yes. If you're curious about boy-girl twins, the chance is around 0.7%, which is very rare." Robin kept up with her trivia, and we both finished the snacks and the first bottle of wine before I showered and changed into something more comfortable while she prepared the main course.

By the time dinner was over and the dishes were washed, we had started to see the bottom of the second bottle. Robin was visibly tipsy but not drunk; I was too.

We talked for a while before I decided to go to bed. "Me too..." Robin said, heading straight into the bedroom. I had expected her to settle on the sofa bed, but the one exception I made the night before now seemed to let her sleep in my bed. I knew it wasn't appropriate, but a part of me felt happy seeing her get under the comforter. Who would kick a woman as sexy as Robin out of his bed? My feelings were mixed about letting my sister, who was six years younger, sleep with me. I shook off those thoughts, telling myself there couldn't be any harm, as long as Robin found comfort in bed rather than in a worn-out sofa bed.

The moment I turned off the light, Robin shifted towards me, leaned in, gently placing her soft hand on my chest.

Thank you for letting me sleep with you tonight," she whispered, her voice barely audible in the dark. Her tone was both tender and subtle while her fingers softly caressed my chest. I worried that the boundary between us was getting blurred, as the blood rushed down from my chest.

"Lying beside you, I feel more like a woman than I ever knew or believed," she whispered. Her fingertips were tracing slow, thoughtful circles across my chest. Now and then, she casually played with my chest hair.

"Nick, would you help me? Say YES, Nick, help me become the woman I never was." She said pleadingly, but I couldn't make any sense of what she said or what was on her mind.

"Robin, you are a beautiful woman. I cannot help you become a better woman than you can help me become a better man." I was truthful.

Her hand moved downward while her soft fingertips softly sketched a slow, delicate line across my chest, several times before they settled lightly on my stomach. She didn't rush, her movements were painstakingly slow. Then she let her palm rest there briefly before whispering, "I told you I am a virgin and haven't done many things that women my age usually know how to do. Trust me, Nick, I've never seen or held a man's penis in my hand."

"What are you implying, Robin? Are you asking me to let you hold my dick? Are you mad?" I asked, as a wave of confusion and wanting clashed over me, entwined with a sense of responsibility. For the life of me, I couldn't grasp what had come over her to be so bold and yet so innocent and naive at the same time. Yet, I could feel my cock responding to her touch and even more so to the words spoken.

"Hey, I didn't mean to hurt you!" Robin chuckled.

"It'd be a big step in the right direction for me, Nick. You're the only one I trust, and I know you'd do anything to help me." She said as her fingers gently slipped under the waistband of my boxer shorts, letting her fingers linger for a moment as I gasped and wondered if I should stop this right now, kick her out of my bed, or get up and leave before it was too late. But I did none of that as my cock continued to swell under the pressure of warm blood that began to flow into it.

"For a virgin, you're pretty insistent and pushy, aren't you? I groaned as she clutched my hardening cock. The sensation of soft female fingers on my cock wasn't new to me, but having my sister's soft hand holding my cock gave a new meaning to the pleasure. I groaned involuntarily.

"The wine helped," my sister giggled. "Nick, I thought about holding a dick for a long time, but I never had the courage. Yours feels so good in my hand... It is soft, hard, and pounding like a heart."

Her hand tightened around the base of my cock, and it slipped up, pushing the foreskin above the ring below the mushroom head. She paused, squeezing the cock and pressing the crown of my cock with her thumb. Then paused. For a moment, I thought she was done with what she had in mind. As disappointed as I was, I even asked, "Are you happy now? You can let my cock go if you are."

"No, Nick, holding one like this is very different from what I expected. You see, I only know what I've read and seen online. This is much nicer." Her naïve voice made the touch even more calming and arousing for me. Then, Robin started stroking me, slowly at first but then faster as uncontrolled moans of ecstatic pleasure from the depths of my loins escaped my lips. It felt amazing! I couldn't imagine anything feeling better in my life than my little sister's hand at that exact moment! And I was enjoying the moment as she kept pumping me, varying her speed and pressure. I also made different sounds at different times to let her know I was fully into what she was doing.

"ROBIN!!!" I shouted, pressing my hips up to meet the hand that glided over my pole and repeated the motion as hot lava shot out of my cock in streams of jets and crumpled to bed. I was spent and satisfied.

"Holly shit. I came in buckets." Robin was ecstatic and cried out. I didn't say a word and remained with my eyes closed while Robin cleaned up my mess before prompting me to spoon her with my hand over her breasts. Not being able to overcome the impulse, I slid my hand under her top to cup her breast, and she hummed "Mmmm...".

In the middle of the night, when I was awoken, I found my hard cock was again nestled between her cloth-clad bums, but I didn't have a reason to panic anymore. I continued to enjoy the warmth and comfort.

The second time, I was awakened by the soft touch of my sister's fingers gently tugging my morning wood.

"Robin!" I called her name in surprise.

"This thing poked me all night, and now you are trying to lift the comforter to the ceiling." She giggled. "Is it calling for attention?"

"You like doing this, Robin? Do you like jerking your brother?" I asked as I wondered.

"I love it. This thing is alive, smooth on the outside, yet stiff inside. It jolts, grows, and the stuff, your pre-cum makes it so slick." Robin giggled, turning sideways and pressing more onto me as she worked my cock. She smiled, and my eyes found two lovely breasts struggling to get free from her bunched-up top.

"You have stunning breasts," I said as she squeezed my cock firmer and slid her fist all the way to the top.

"Thank you, Nick. They are virgins too..." she chuckled. "No man has played with them yet, if I don't count you holding them last night. You can be the first." She invited, pulling her top up as far as it would go to reveal her twin peaks. They looked fabulous to my eyes. Just a bit bigger than a handful, but not too big, her breasts were round, with her beige nipples and pink areola perfectly complementing her ivory skin. My cock pulsed and leaked more pre-cum as I drooled over them.

"It's okay if you don't want to touch them. I understand." She said wistfully.

"No, Robin, they are so beautiful!" I said, hurriedly reaching for the nearest one to cup it. Not being fully content, I turned sideways, facing her, to get better leverage, taking her left nipple in my mouth, while rolling the right nipple gently with my index finger and thumb.

"Ahhh..." Robin moaned immediately, and then, bending her knee outwards towards me, she placed my stiff rod on her thigh and rolled the palms of her hand along the length.

We were on fire. Robin was stroking my cock between her upper thigh and hand, while I was sucking, caressing, licking, and squeezing her breasts.

"This is awesome!" she said between her moans. "I never thought doing something like this could be this good. Teach me something, Nick. You can do something else if you want, without doing anything down there." Fucking her was the last thing I wanted to do, but I must admit that if she had spread her legs at that very moment, it would have been a very difficult hold back.

As much as I wanted to prolong the outcome, I still had to get ready for work. Whatever we do, it got by quickly...

"I love your breasts... Are you ok if I slide my cock between them?" I sought permission to tit fuck my sister.

"Sure, do you want me like this?" she asked, shuffling back up and holding her breasts together.

"Exactly..." I slobbered over the treat awaiting me. They looked marvelous, and she looked like an ivory sculpture of Venus waiting under the soft glow of morning light, her face delicate and tranquil, lips slightly parted in breathless anticipation. "Go ahead, Nick!" My sister invited me with her eyes shimmering like stars with excitement. Her stunning breasts were clasped tightly together, waiting for my penetration.

I grabbed onto them and placed my cock inside of her warm, inviting cleavage. I buckled my hips up and down, watching the head of my cock peek out of my sister's wondrous breasts with each push. I squeezed them together tight and kept thrusting through her magnificent breasts for a while, and then slowed when I began to feel the tightening of my sack.

I groaned in pleasure, looking at Robin, who still held her breasts together, stuffing my throbbing cock in between them. She had a massive grin on her face while staring directly at the crown of my cock that aimed at her chin, as he lifted her head.

"Your head is swollen like it is about to explode." She winked and smiled. And then rubbed the globe of my pre-com around the ring of my crown and before squeezing my cock in her breasts again. I resumed sliding my hard cock between her soft flesh faster and harder, groaning in gratification with each thrust, which she met by slipping up and down the bed, anticipation of the outcome.

Then the familiar sensation began in my scrotum and surged through me like an electric shock. As the shock overtook me, I froze for a moment with my mouth wide open, groaned loudly, looked right into waiting eyes before me, and shoved hard once more before the predictable ejaculation. Successive thrusts launched more powerful spurts of cum, on my sister's face.

I collapsed to her, murmuring, "Thank you, Robin. You are something else."

"WOW! That was like fireworks. Much as I like you to stay in bed with me, I hate to remind you that you are running late this morning." My sister said, chuckling, as she had accomplished a huge deed.

"Don't take me the wrong way; I loved and enjoyed what you did to me last night and this morning. I am just curious-what do you get out of leading me to this, Robin?" I asked the question that was boiling in my head, but I wasn't sure it should have been asked at all.

"I'm feeling more like a woman than I ever was before, Nick. I should thank you for putting up with me. If you don't want me to, I'll stop." Her eyes dimmed as she was about to break down and cry.

"I am sorry, I said that." I hugged her before getting ready for work.

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When I returned home from work, the front door was open, and only the screen door was closed. The smell that filled the apartment indicated that something special was baking in the oven.

"You are home!" Robin greeted me, peeking from the kitchen. Unlike the day before, she wore shorts and a sleeveless top to beat the heat, as the apartment has only three working windows-one in the front, one in the kitchen, and one in the bedroom-that don't circulate much air.

"I wasn't thinking... I shouldn't have turned the oven on like a fool," she cursed in frustration.

"Why didn't you turn on the air conditioner? Anyway, I'll settle for whatever you are cooking, even though the place is a bit warm."

"I couldn't figure out how to turn on the unit," she grumbled. "Anyway, Meatloaf, smashed potatoes, and gravy with a Caesar salad tonight for dinner. You did say you love meatloaf, right? Will that make you happy, brother? I hope mine is as good as what Mom used to make."

"Extremely happy. You've done lots of cooking again," I said, plugging in the room air conditioner that I hadn't used in a while and turning it on. While the place was cooling, I changed my attire, and when I returned to the kitchen, she served spinach puffs with Scotch on the rocks and headed to take a shower to cool off, saying, "I bought a good single malt Scotch for you to enjoy tonight."

"Ohh... The shower felt so good, and I can feel the room getting cooler." She was already in her pajama shorts and a top. "Here's another trivia question for you... This could be a hard one... Do you know the difference between an intersex and a transgender?"

"Aren't they the same?" I questioned, since I had no idea.

"No, it's different. The transsexual's physical gender is different from the gender of the person who occupies the body. They sometimes undergo surgery to change their physical gender to match the gender they believe they belong to. "

"Ok, I know that. Aren't intersex the same?"

"Different. Very different." She responded and sighed. "To simplify, an intersex person often identifies with a single gender but may have more than one. Simply, an intersex person doesn't have genitals belonging to only one sex." Robin said, opening the freezer to take out ice cubes for her drink.

"So, like shemale?"

"If you want to think that way. But it is a birth defect, not a choice. They say there are fewer redheads than intersex people." Robin explained while pouring herself a scotch.

"Ok, fine. Why are you bringing this up now? Are you studying for some medical quiz or something?" I pondered and asked, and she didn't answer. Instead, she gazed at me with a blank look, eyes steady, mouth calm, and her brow smooth. It didn't show anger or sadness. Instead, it was subtle and obscure.

"Do you like the spinach puffs? I used to make them often, but this is the first time in a good while." She took the empty plate to wash. "I'll get you a couple of ice cubes for your refill."

I was relieved that the trivia was over, but I wondered if I had offended my sister by abruptly ending the topic. However, she seemed to recover quickly from a moment of darkness that covered her face and soon became chatty again.

After the second glass, she served the delicious meal she had prepared, which we both enjoyed. Afterward, we sat and watched TV until it was time for bed.

"One for the road?" Robin took my glass too and headed to the kitchen

"Why not? The stuff you bought was excellent. Just two fingers high for me. No ice." I agreed, not because I was craving another drink, but because she asked and I knew she was going to have one anyway.

"Cheers and bottoms up!" she said, and we did.

"Good night, Nick. I'll sleep on the sofa bed tonight so you can rest. I think I've troubled you enough," she said softly. I was surprised by how swiftly the tone of her voice and mood changed. Then I couldn't quite tell if I was surprised or disappointed. The two nights I shared the bed with her were memorable and enjoyable, even though everything that happened was unplanned and somewhat spontaneous.

"Why the change of heart? I thought you wanted to be with me. It is up to you, but if you want to come, we can share the bed." I said, trying not to show my disappointment or desire.

She looked at me with eyes full of quiet wonder, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you love me, Nick?"

"Of course, I do." She stared at me for a moment, then asked, "Even if I am not who you think I am?"

"I know who you are. You are my sweet little sister. The gorgeous one. The one who is loving, kind, and sexy." Robin giggled.

"You are trying to butter me up, aren't you? That was very sweet of you," she chuckled, taking my hand to guide me to bed. "May you sleep naked from now on, since you don't have anything to hide from me anymore." She tugged my shorts halfway down, and I willingly finished the task before climbing into bed.

"It is not fair that you keep your clothes, and I have to be stark naked." I joked.

"If you want, I can make it halfway fair... I can take my top off, but the bottom stays. Deal?"

I was quick to agree while scrutinizing every bit of her skin that came into view as she slowly removed the top and pushed her chest proudly at me before jumping into bed and covering herself with the sheet, giggling like a little girl.

"Damn... you have the most beautiful breasts a woman can have. If you weren't my sister, I'd be happily living with my face between them until I die." She kept giggling and then lifted the sheet, flashed her breasts at me, and covered them up swiftly.

"You can play with them all night if you like." She said in an erotic and stimulating voice. Without wasting a split second, I spooned her, holding her breasts, which soon progressed to rolling her nipples between my fingers and gently massaging them.

"You make me feel so wonderful, Nick." She purred, taking my hand to kiss it. "Do you want me to do something for you? Or you can do anything you like, but my bottom stays."

At that moment, the question I wanted to ask was, May I please fuck you, sister. But I recognized that it was totally out, and not even the right question to ask, although my cock, with a mind of its own, was already making quite a fuss. It was fully firm after ejaculating twice, last night and this morning, and now in full force, pressing between Robin's cloth-covered buttocks.

"We can just stay like this." I lied while my cock found soft skin, just below the hem of the bunched-up shorts she had on, and pressed on, as I played with her breasts, causing her to moan softly.

"You can squeeze my nipples a bit harder," Robin suggested in between her moans, then lifted a leg to allow the length of my shaft to nestle between her soft thighs. Then, reaching down, she seized the crown and enfolded her hand around it, fondling it each time it appeared with my thrusts. It felt fantastic. I actually felt as if I was fucking a soaked pussy, when her thighs were well lubricated with my pre-cum made my shaft effortlessly slide between her thighs, that tightly nested my cock, while she massaged the head of it and caressed it with utmost precision. She even swayed her hips in concert with mine.

"Kiss my breasts, Nick, kiss them." She sang between her moans and turned her upper body partly towards me, pressing her rear more onto me. I turned more to her side to kiss and fondle those incredible breasts while she whined and moaned.

After a good while, reluctantly, I succumbed to the wave of current that overwhelmed me, shooting cum into the hand of my sister. But I remained kissing and playing with those marvelous breasts until my cock became soft.

"Was that good for you?" That was her way of asking if I enjoyed the thigh fuck, hand job combination.

"Very much, thank you! But there was nothing for you, was there?"

"I liked the way you treated my breasts. I was tingly all over, and that was something I had never experienced before you. So, thank you, Nick."

The next morning when I woke up just before the alarm went off, I saw my little sister sleeping peacefully like an angel. I quietly left the bed to go to the bathroom and get ready for work. As I stepped out of the shower to dry off, the bathroom door swung open, and Robin walked in with a big smile on her face.

"Hey, I am undressed," I shouted, and she broke into a laugh and teased, "Said the guy who slept naked next to me last night."

I couldn't say anything but smile at her. Then, swiftly, she knelt on the floor mat by me and reached for my limp cock, seized it, looked directly at me with a triumphant smile, and cooed, "I want to try this before you become big."

"Try what?" I asked, not understanding what she said.

"This..." she said, looked up, and smiled again before taking my limp cock in her mouth. My eyes instantly blurred as the sensation of her flickering tongue hit the pleasure center in my brain.

I couldn't imagine how incredible the feeling was, having my cold and limp cock in her warm and slippery mouth right after a shower. As she swirled her tongue, licking the sensitive head, I began to harden instantly. Robin then started shifting her head up and down, creating suction with her mouth to take my cock in and out as I grew harder and stiffer. The feeling of her warm and slick mouth gliding up and down the whole shaft was just too much. My cock became fully erect in a flat second.

"Am I doing it right?" Robin asked, holding my cock in his hand. That innocent face, sparkling eyes, and a mischievous smile may have blended her into a bold and adventurous woman. I wasn't about to ask what came over her, but I just encouraged her by saying, "Robin, what you are doing is fantastic."

"Good!" she said, taking as much of my cock into her mouth and sucking it like a popsicle, while swirling her tongue around the head. I held back the urge to hold her by her head to drive my shaft down her throat. My sister may have sensed that I was getting ready to cum the way my cock jerked and pulsed while my hips tightened and pushed forward.

She quickly wrapped her hand gently around my slippery shaft and started sliding it up and down while keeping the sensitive crown of my cock inside her warm mouth to torture me with her playful tongue. The feeling intensified gradually, causing my mind to twirl like a whirlwind.

I'm... gonna..." I gasped as the pressure continued to rise. With a celebratory smile, my sister resumed toying with the inches of my shaft in her mouth vigorously, while sliding her fist on the rest of it.

I exploded into my sister's mouth, rope after rope of nonstop cum was shot out of me, and I may have hit her throat as I noticed Robin trying to swallow while still sucking my shaft and letting the overflow seep from the corner of her lips.

"Robin, you are full of surprises..." I said, watching her swallow while continuing to yank my softening cock.

Mmmm... You taste good. It tastes like yogurt mixed with a bit of sour cream. Robin chuckled, reaching for a washcloth to clean up my cock.

All day I thought of Robin. Taking a leak, waiting for my coffee to brew, or using the computer during a staff meeting. I should have been thinking about work, but she kept coming to mind. She was eight years younger than me, a little rascal at one time, then a rebel with a dark, reserved personality, and now she's turned into someone who can be daring at times. I even doubted whether she was being truthful about her sex life. I even wondered if she had been telling the truth about her sex life. If she has no experience whatsoever with men, how could she make the first move with her own brother? I enjoyed everything that happened and even looked forward to more, with no regrets, whether Robin was my sister or not.

That evening, when I came home from work, Robin appeared completely different from how she was that morning. Her face looked sad, her eyes were red and swollen, and the way she avoided my gaze made it obvious she'd been crying. My heart felt heavy, just as the room did, as if the air itself was holding its breath. I was unsure whether to speak or wait for her to break the silence.

"Robin?" I said gently. "Is everything okay?"

She didn't answer right away. Instead, she stared at the floor, fingers clenched around the edge of the couch cushion. Finally, she whispered, "I didn't know how to tell you, Nick." She said with a glance at me, "There is something that you have to know, and I have to tell you... But I have been trying and trying... haven't been able to get myself up to get it all out." She sobbed.

"Robin, please... stop that." I kissed her head. "If you have something to tell me, you can tell me whatever when you feel up to it. I am not going anywhere."

"Beer?" she asked, getting off the couch. "I got some crab cakes from the market down the corner."

"Sure, beer sounds good. Are you going to join for a beer?"

"I don't like beer... Maybe I'll have something after dinner." She handed me a beer and set a plate with crab cakes on the coffee table. Though I was tempted to ask what she wanted to tell me, I kept my lips sealed, words unspoken, while letting a soothing brew slide down my throat. My sister didn't say much, and I decided to let her ponder in her thoughts. She served the dinner but ate only a small amount. Several times she looked at me with a timid glance, as if she wanted to say something, but each time she returned her gaze to her plate to shuffle the food with her fork, without bothering to lift it to her mouth.

I wanted to ask her to let out whatever she had in her mind, but I didn't. She seemed to want to let it out, but she was obviously struggling.

Finally, when she said, "OK," I was assured that she was ready to let out some words, but instead, she took the plates to the sink, washed, dried, put everything away, and finally, she poured herself a scotch, no ice, no water, just straight, strong, and large. She didn't sip; she just took a mouthful and let it burn down her throat.

"Remember, I asked you about intersex?" Robin asked, but that wasn't exactly what I wanted to hear from her at the moment. I decided to stay calm and let her lead the conversation.

"Yes..."

Robin opened her mouth as she was about to speak, but no words came out. Her eyes shimmered, gradually filling with tears that she tried to blink away. She looked at me, then down at her trembling hands in her lap. "I am an intersex..." she finally managed to say. I was stunned; my head started to spin, and my heart began to beat as if it were going to escape from my ribcage. My sister? Intersex? Many questions and images flooded into my brain.

"Nick, I'm sorry I kept this from you for so long, but I am intersex. I understand now and hope you will too. It wasn't a choice... I was cursed, and I was born intersex. Her voice faded, and then she broke down. She hid her face in her hands as she began to sob, as if to drip her pain and sorrow that had been suppressed for so long in the form of tears.

I moved instinctively, wrapping my arms around her as her body shook. No words were spoken, just the warmth of a hug. "Robin, whatever you are, you will always be my little sister."

"Are you sure, Nick? Don't you hate me now? Tell me you hate me and chase me out of your place. It's okay, Nick. I won't be upset with you."

"Robin, you said it wasn't a choice; it was a defect. Why should I be mad at you for something that isn't your fault?" I kissed her head again, holding her tighter while she sobbed. "I am your brother, remember? You know that I love you and will do anything for you."

"I know, I know, Nick." She sighed and wiped the last tear with the back of her hand. "It hasn't been easy for me."

"Well, I am here for you..." I said, taking a step back. "So, how do you know you are intersex, and when did you find out? You don't have to answer me if you don't want to."

"Remember when I was growing up, our parents were overly protective of me? They were worried that someone might find out. Mom told me I had complications urinating at birth, and doctors had to do surgery to fix that when I was old enough, and then later she explained that I had an extra part that doesn't belong to a girl and never to show that to anyone."

"Mom and Dad knew?"

"Yes, they knew moments after I was born. Mom said the doctors said the part.... Okay, the part is the problem, Nick. I am a woman, and I want nothing but to be a woman, but my clitoris, well, it is like a small pennis."

"What?" I asked in utter surprise, then calmed down to say, "It can't be that bad."

"I haven't told you everything. The thing gets erect when I get hot, and I can't think of a man who wants to have a woman with a dick." Robin tried to laugh, hiding her sorrow.

"Robin, you are a gorgeous woman with a small flaw. If you weren't my sister, I would be on my knees now asking you to marry me." Then I wondered about her deformed clit, which she said looks like a dick that erects, and couldn't help but ask, "You said your clit or pennis gets erect? How big is it when it isn't erect?"

"About this long," she said, placing her thumb near the first knuckle on her index finger. And when I get hot, about this." She pointed to the second knuckle.

"Can you cum with it?" I was now more curious.

"No, but it gets all tingly, with very little moisture. Nothing else," she sighed. "Nick, I know you are curious- I mean, in a helpful way- and have many questions. Doctors and counselors have questioned me many times, and I know what questions you may have." Robin tried to smile. "You know, I get aroused like all other women. When I do, my small penis or clitoris gets erect. For most women, clitoral swelling is normal, and in my case, it just looks different and larger." She paused. "And doctors told me that I cannot get pregnant without a reconstruction of my womb, and I don't even know if I ever want to have a child. However, they also said that I need to determine whether I want to be a man or a woman, and I know the answer to that. They also suggested finding a willing partner and trying to engage in sexual activities to find my feelings and sensations."

Then it hit me... I was relieved to hear my sister had scheduled surgery. When she mentioned finding a willing partner for sex, I didn't need her to clarify that she wanted me involved. The guy was divorced, living alone, had no children, was trustworthy, and sex-starved. What I wanted to ask her was, "So I am the easy prey for a willing partner?" But I didn't. It wasn't the right moment to hurt her more. Besides, now that the ice was broken, I couldn't imagine not having my beautiful sister here with me. Instead, I said, "I am glad to hear you have seen a surgeon and are planning to have the issue corrected. Anyway, I think you are too fearful of what others might think."

"Others think? I already told you what the big boss at the company I worked for did, right?

"How did he even know, or suspect. If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have guessed that in my wildest dreams."

"Let's say I got a little drunk, and he started messing with me, kissing and petting... You know... and it felt good at the moment. Then, without warning, he snuck his hand under my pants. That's when I ran away."

"Say no more. Is the surgery expensive? I have some money left from the sale of Mom's house, and I am happy to give you some."

Robin smiled, took a good gulp from her glass, and shook her head. "That's very sweet of you, Nick. I have my share in my account, and with the settlement I am expecting, I should be good. Besides, the surgeon promised to do it pro bono. I only have to cover the hospital and other charges."

Then she asked, "Should I pull the sofa bed out?"

"Nonsense! You can come to bed."

"You are going to let a chick with a dick in your bed?" Robin giggled, the first time since I got home from work.

"Beautiful chick... As long as she doesn't poke me with it," I said jokingly, since my sister's mood had lightened up after spilling out everything she had in her little heart.

"You are welcome to poke me, though... if you don't think I am yucky. Honestly, Nick, thank you for hearing me out, understanding me, and being so supportive."

We slept in our usual spooning position, but I had no desire or urge to stir her or get aroused sexually that night.

As the morning light slowly seeped through the window shades, the aroma of brewing coffee from the automatic coffee maker filled the air. Robin was up, her body stretching lazily in bed beside me. She offered me a sleepy smile and let out a yawn.

"I'll get your coffee."

Robin hummed softly, a tune I didn't recognize. "I didn't mean to keep you up last night," she said, glancing over her shoulder. "You must be tired, too."

"Not at all," I replied. "I slept well."

She smiled, the corners of her mouth lifting just enough to remind me of the kid sister I used to chase around the yard.

"Tonight, we'll go out for dinner. Do you like Japanese food? There is a good Japanese restaurant nearby."

"Sounds wonderful! I'll be ready when you get home from work," she said, following me to the door. Then she stood on her tiptoes, leaned in, and kissed me soft and quick, right on my lips. It wasn't sisterly; it felt much more... a little wet kiss, like she'd been waiting all morning for that one little spark. "Thank you for everything, Nick!" She kissed again, this time a bit longer.

At work, my heart was tangled in worry, not because I thought less of Robin, but because I feared the world might. But to my relief, she looked and behaved like a woman, and from the look on her face and elsewhere, it would be tough even to assume she was intersex.

"She's still my sister," I whispered to myself. I was concerned about how she felt inside; was she scared, confused, or ashamed of something? I also worried about how others might treat her; how cruel people could be when they didn't understand her situation. But more than anything, I worried she didn't realize how deeply her only sibling cared for her.

I was more determined than ever to be understanding, supportive, and to lighten her up as much as I could until the anticipated surgery.

When I got home, she was standing by the window near the front door. She was elegantly dressed, her hair swept back, she seemed relaxed, which made the whole room seem more serene. I paused in the doorway, surprised. Not just by her appearance, but by the way she carried herself, which was very different from the day before.

"You look..." I started, but the words didn't quite land.

Robin turned, smiled softly, and said, "I just felt like dressing up." Then she added, "Aren't you supposed to announce your entrance by saying, 'Honey, I am home'?"

"Okay, honey, I am home. Now what?"

Robin beamed and cuddled me, pressing her face against my chest. She purred, "And then, I welcome you home like this." She then leaped up to find my lips. It wasn't a quick peck; it was a warm and wet kiss, and her lips lingered on mine for a good while.

"So, you are my date tonight. And it means a lot to me. Would you be willing to make me feel as if we are on a date?"

"Of course, it is a date, and you are my date," I said to make her feel happy, and she was, by the way she smiled at my words.

At the restaurant, we clinked sake cups and munched on tempura, as the evening went slowly, which was enjoyable. We didn't speak a word about her issue; instead, we chatted about various other things while we finished the main course. It was such a nice change to see her happy, way more relaxed than before, and I couldn't help but feel a little lighter myself.

We left the restaurant holding hands like lovers. Knowing I had to drive home, I only had a cup or two of sake, while my sister really enjoyed the warm drink and seemed a bit tipsy. Once we entered the apartment, she leaned in and kissed me, soft and sure, like we'd done it a hundred times before. Wet and warm, the tip of her tongue slightly darted against my lips.

"Thank you, Nick, for the nice evening. Do you want a nightcap? I feel like having a small one."

"Let me shower first and think about it. Don't wait for me; you go ahead." I said, heading to the bathroom.

When I got out of the shower, the room was silent, and Robin was in bed. Topless, with the sheet pulled up just over her hips, she stared at me with her inviting eyes. I froze as I took in her stunning appearance. The sight of her, half hidden by the sheets, made my chest tighten. I stood there, completely stuck, unable to look away.

My sister smiled, a teasing glint in her eyes, and said, "So... are you coming to bed, or just planning to stand there looking at me all night?"

"I thought you were going to have a nightcap. Did you change your mind?" I asked, admiring the gentle curve of her chest, which rose and fell with each breath, gracefully. I was mesmerized...

"I was going to... Then thought I had had enough sake already," Robin said, with a mischievous smile. "Well? Are you joining me? Or just staring at my breasts from there tonight?" She giggled and added, "You like them, right?"

"I love them," I growled as I lay beside her, then turned to her side to greet her inviting twin mounts with a soft kiss. My sister giggled, shifted closer, the sheets rustling beneath her, and brought her lips to mine, gently and deliberately. We kissed as we were starving for each other's lips, our lips colliding in a surge of warmth and desire. Time froze; only our lips pressed against each other's, and the warmth that we shared was the only thing that existed.

"Just a minute," my sister said, placing a pillow between our hips. Her eyes had a trace of worry yet sparkled with desire. I didn't have to be told why a pillow was placed where it was, since I had no intention of questioning or removing it, but to cuddle and kiss, as our lives depended on it.

"Mmmm... you kiss so well..." she purred and fluttered, pressing her firm breasts to my chest. Breaking our kiss, I returned to pay tribute to her alluring breasts. I kissed, gently squeezed, and suck her nipples, taking each one into my mouth while my sister moaned and wailed. Meanwhile, her fingers moved gently through my hair, slow and deliberate; she kissed my earlobe and traced my neck with her tongue while her warm breath aroused my desire.

We were both worked up and horny. I began to think about what I should do next or ask her to do. I wanted to slip my hand down to play with her pussy, but I had no desire to spoil the fun without Robin initiating such an act. I was aware that the situation was tense, sensitive, and still filled with strong erotic desire.

I didn't have to think for too long. As if she read my mind, she turned away from me, sideways, bending her knees out and pressing her buttocks right at where my cock was.

"Nick, I don't want to be a virgin. I am all yours." She hissed, reaching from behind and seizing my shaft to place it right between her ass cheeks. She gasped, moving her lower body back, causing my cock to slip in, nestling into the hot wetness between her lips. I just couldn't believe what she just did.

I couldn't see her face or tell what she was thinking, but I knew she wanted to lose her virginity. The feelings I experienced were a mix of curiosity and uncertainty because everything was unfamiliar and blurred. But as my cock remained nestled between her ass cheeks in the valley of her pussy, it twitched to the radiation emitted from it and relished the saturation it felt.

"Robin... I am not sure we should do this." I stuttered with mixed emotions.

"Please, Nick... I want to. You are the only one I can trust, and I know you'll be gentle with me. Besides, you know my situation and that I can't get pregnant." My sister pleaded and then swung her hips, softly sliding my shaft with her pussy lips. All while keeping her hand where her clit would be.

"Should we just do this instead?" I pondered pressing my hips to meet each of her thrusts, piercing through her slick pussy lips. The feeling was amazing. Her juice mixed with my pre-cum made my cock slide easily, giving me immense pleasure.

"It feels so good... You can for a while, but I want you inside, Nick."

"I would love to, Robin, but... what if you get injured or something?" I asked, not fully understanding her physical ability to have intercourse.

"The doctor said I'm able to, and I want to... please let's do it." This time, she didn't wait for my answer. Robin reached between her thighs, grasped my cock, positioned it at her opening, and pushed down, while still holding the cock by its base. Her wet pussy clenched the head of my cock as we both made unfamiliar sounds. Robin, "Ahaaa..." as she gasped and quavered.

I already knew she was soaked, and the head of my cock happily sent signals to my brain that she was hotter and wetter than I expected her to be. I was also pleased that she was equipped to have sex and anxious to have her very first fuck by no other than her only brother.

"Ohhh... Nick, it feels soooo... good," my sister continued, panting while trying to push her weight down on my shaft.

"I never thought a woman's pussy could feel this good." I groaned, even though I barely had the head of my cock inside, but I wasn't lying. The moment was dreamlike. Neither of us moved, and I wanted the moment to remain frozen forever; Robin seemed to share my feeling. My cock throbbed vigorously, and she wheezed. I felt her pussy grip what was inside like a vise, all while she became hotter, wetter, covering my cock with her hot juice. I pushed an inch further into her, my cock moving on its own to bury itself deeper into her scorching pussy. Her pussy was too tight, and I resolved to take as much time as possible to shove my cock in a bit at a time, partly because I didn't want her to feel any discomfort at all, and for me to enjoy my sister's amazing pussy as long as it was humanly possible.

My cock was halfway inside her pussy, and I didn't feel a barrier. Perhaps my sister was born without one or lost it. There was no time for questions, as I pushed a bit further inside her pussy without caution.

Robin, meanwhile, huffed, puffed, moaned, and called my name as she shifted her hips in concert with each of my thrusts. Then she was cut off by a gasp. Her body shuddered and froze entirely for a moment, and then cried out, "Fuuuuuuuck, I'm..... Ahhhhh..." My sister whimpered. I held her tight and shoved an inch or so more inside of her, pushing in and pulling out at a steady pace for her to get the ultimate from her first ever orgasm.

Her body jerked and bucked. I continued at the same pace, now diving more and more into her to the hilt. The feeling of sliding the rest of my length into her tight, wet, tiny pussy was amazing. Within moments of sliding the full length of my shaft, my sister yelped my name as she writhed in orgasm again. "Ohh... my goddd..." she moaned softly as she rode the orgasm.

That totally did it for me. I grabbed hold of Robin's squishy breasts and drove my cock deep into he as I started to cum inside of her. "Oh Jesus, Robin, ROBIN!" I called out to her as my cock exploded, as it had never experienced before. I felt wave after wave of sheer ecstasy. My sister kept pushing her hips against me, driving me nuts. We were wet, hot, and shaking. My entire body shook as if a lightning bolt had struck me.

I collapsed heavily on the back of my sister, with my cock still planted firmly in her sopping wet pussy. I struggled for breath as our bodies fused into a sweaty, quivering, completely drained bundle of flesh.

"Nick!"

"Yes, Robin."

"Thank you. Now I feel like a complete woman. Thank you, and it was way more than I ever expected it to be." Robin let out a sigh of relief. I kept shoving my still hard cock in and out for a short time, before I reluctantly pulled it out from the warmth.

Robin

I spent so long silently explaining myself to people. I spent more time trying to understand my own feelings and thoughts, wondering which sin I committed to deserve the punishment I am bearing. I could go on and on, writing about everything that happened and didn't happen, as I liked during my childhood, but I know nothing would change that now, then, or in the future. At different stages of my life, I wanted to belong, hide, escape, or force myself away from society or be part of it, but the ghosts of my own self-awareness haunted me each time. How could that not be when I was trained to hide my true physical traits, as far as I can remember, by my parents?

My parents cared because they felt that it was their responsibility to raise me. But I truly wonder whether they knew or cared about my feelings, my insecurity, or their obligations to prepare me for the future.

Dad never talked about my physical abnormality, and Mom was perhaps clueless about how to raise me or convince Dad to take me to a medical professional to correct my condition surgically. The only thing they were worried about was other people finding out. And therefore, took every precaution to safeguard the secret. They both agreed with the old pediatrician who said that I could make my choice when I grew up.

My brother Nick was different. Naturally, he had no idea about the irregularities in my body. He couldn't have had a remote chance of guessing I was a girl with a little penis. Thinking back, even if he had known, I honestly don't think it would have made a difference in the way he treated and cared for me. Being seven years older than me, he was my protector, friend, and the one I cuddled with, seeking the security and love I didn't find anywhere else.

Nick was there when I was an innocent child, when I was confused and sad, when I was gloomy, and when I tried to be someone I was not by forcing changes to my behavior, appearance, or personality.

As a child, I was a loner among crowds and remained so as a teenager. During my high school years, I found nerdy girls to hang out with and found comfort among outcasts and others I had nothing to do with, which, in a way, helped me focus more on my studies and excel. It wasn't because I could hang out with more popular groups or because I didn't get attention from boys. The attention was something I feared and avoided. Sure, I got enough attention from boys at school and elsewhere. I was asked out by many who other girls would only dream of, but the fear of others finding out who I really was prevented me from accepting any dates, period.

But I knew one thing for certain: I had a figure that many would envy. I was always happy with my face, hair, and eyes, and I often admired my breasts, their shape, size, and look. Many envy my skin, complexion, and the outline of my body, which I always took pride in.

I survived the college years, thanks to alcohol and books. When I graduated from college with honors, I was recruited by a large software company. My life could have been peachy, but it was not to be, just because of a little penis that I always had to conceal from the rest of the world.

When things went sour and the situation at work became unbearable, I finally mustered the courage to seek counseling and medical advice to understand myself and my choices better and to be guided toward my destiny. The destiny... yes, I realized that I was a woman and nothing but. I was provided with everything a woman could only fantasize about, but I was cursed with a penis instead of a clitoris. Maybe it wasn't so bad if I wanted to be solitary for life, since I could pleasure myself by rubbing my little penis, which would erect to nearly an inch and a half and give some pleasure, or stick a finger in my wet pussy and get myself off the cliff as well. But I wanted to enjoy and share my life with another, like others. I often pictured myself holding a stiff cock, sucking one, or having one stuffed deep in my pussy.

The counselor I saw understood my situation and was extremely helpful in getting me to seek medical help. After many sessions with the therapist and the surgeon, I knew several things.

I had to find someone with whom I could be comfortable having intercourse. I needed to find someone to provide physical and emotional support and care for me if I opted for corrective surgery. That person would have to know my physical irregularity, which I was randomly selected for the curse: a chick with a dick. Although I was much blessed to have a feminine figure that most would envy, I was still a chick with a dick. Dick that erects but doesn't produce any cum, a dick that makes my pussy wet when played with; a dick where my clit should be.

The first person who came to mind was none other than my dear brother, Nick. I wanted him to know everything, and I needed his love and support.

I had no doubt he would do everything but get me laid. Initially, I had no intention of getting into bed with him, but that gradually changed without planning. Most of what led to getting laid by my brother Nick was a natural, or spontaneous, reaction to certain situations.

When Nick came to pick me up from the airport to pick me up, he may have been surprised by my new look, but he first looked at me and hesitated for a second before quickly looking away, as if he wasn't observing. That was not the look I was used to from my own brother, but a similar look I often get from other men. However, shortly after, his gaze returned with more focus. I should have been flattered, but instead, I experienced a mix of feelings: offense, shame, and nervousness. Suddenly, that feeling changed into something that excited my heart, mind, and entire body. The expression in his eyes stirred emotion within me. Later, on a drive around town, I noticed how often he diverted his gaze from the road to look at the exposed parts of my thighs. I wondered if he had had sex recently.

He was divorced, and I had no idea at the time whether or not he had a girlfriend or was actively dating. Somehow, his facial expressions gave away that he was starved for sex.

It was a feeling after noticing the outline in his pants, which clearly showed evidence of the outline of his cock. Clearly, my brother wasn't limp; he was likely a bit aroused. I wished I could do something to help both of us, though I was aware such feelings were wrong.

The very first time we slept in the same bed, I wondered whether Nick would get aroused being next to me and holding me, and whether that arousal would be for his benefit or mine. He did, and I was ecstatic, realizing that if my brother would get hard for me, I could definitely go further with him to have intercourse with him for the first time in my life. That night, for the first time in my life, I fully enjoyed having a stiff cock stuffed within my cloth-clad buttocks, and I loved how it throbbed to my touch.

The very next day, I decided to try to touch his cock. After the previous night, I was confident that Nick would give in if I could master the courage to act. Realizing that he gets hard when he cuddles next to me, it couldn't be all that difficult to get him to melt if I were tactful enough.

Once we were in bed, a mix of excitement and nervousness hit in a way my body felt before my mind even caught up. I started caressing his chest first, slowly and lovingly, while my heart tightened just a little; then my heartbeat kicked up fast, like it was trying to outrun my fingers on his chest. I remember confessing, "I told you I am a virgin and haven't done many things that women my age usually know how to. Trust me, Nick, I've never seen or held a man's penis in my hand." Before my fingers slid down to his stomach, where they softly caressed him while crawling down a bit at a time, I could hear Nick's breathing becoming a bit shallow as he almost forgot how to breathe when my fingers slipped under his boxers. Naïve as I was, I knew he wasn't limp or fully hard, but he was semi-erect already. We both stopped breathing for the longest time... Then Nick said something, but what I remember most was how his cock responded to my touch by swiftly lengthening a good inch instantly. Nick groaned in pleasure as my fingers stroked his length, causing it to get fuller and longer, rapidly. He groaned even louder when I wrapped my hand around his very stiff cock, moving the soft skin up and down, triggering it to leak pre-cum, which seeped down the shaft and shifting his foreskin over the huge head of his cock to stimulate and smear his own pre-cum to lubricate it.

I was thrilled to be able to hold his erect manhood in my hand. It throbbed and pulsed at my touch, making me exultant and nervous, and stimulating my entire body, sending shock waves throughout.

Nick moaned, groaned, shifted his butt, fucking my fist with his long and thick cock, which throbbed in my hand as if it had a life of its own. I was way beyond being thrilled. And evidently, Nick was too, as he shot a rope after rope of hot cum, speaking in multiple languages as he came.

And the ice was broken. I was relieved, and my pussy was soaked even without Nick touching me anywhere close to it. I badly wanted to keep stroking him till he became stiff again to have his manhood inside of me at that very moment, but that had to wait. I wasn't ready to let him know my secret at the time.

Although I didn't get his cock in my pussy that night, I was delighted to see him with his morning wood, even more so when my brother revealed his desire to have me jerk him, and even went further by asking if he could fuck my tits.

"Now, he just couldn't get enough of me," I said to myself, elated by his words. He played with my tits for a good while before placing his shaft between them. I pushed my breasts together to create a tight fit for him, taking a very good look at his huge cock with a swollen purple head appearing and disappearing within my breasts as it was playing hide and seek. At that moment when he paused, shoving his manhood between my breasts and gazing into my eyes, it was not only the heat of our bodies that thawed us; it was the warmth of being loved, trust, and most of all, being able to feel the woman I was. It all felt so natural.

I was ecstatic when he shot a good load right onto my face and let the rest of his cum dribble between where his pulsating cock was nestled. Nick remained hard, moaning and groaning, while sliding his cock between my well-lubed breasts as he desired to cum once more, but crumbled to me, holding me tightly. I celebrated my achievement within, gently caressing his head as tears of joy rushed from my eyes.

It didn't take me long to realize how much more I love my brother now. Also, I wasn't foolish enough not to notice how much he loved me and how that love now has a new meaning. Ever since the first hand job, I let him fuck my tits, and I didn't have to be told that my brother adored my breasts, their size, the feel, and the soft mass. I made sure his nuts were empty before work by giving him a blow job or a hand job, which I relish as much as he did. And ensured his sack got depleted at night using my thighs, hands, mouth, or breasts. Nick was a happy camper, and so was I. I was beginning to feel more and more like a woman; I never was. However, I still wanted to keep him away from my pussy, not because I didn't crave being fucked by his thick and long shaft or because I never got excited enough to get my pussy wet. It was quite the contrary. I wanted nothing more than to spread my legs and invite his nice tool inside, but the fear of Nick seeing or feeling my little dick prevented me from achieving the pinnacle of my goal.

It was a similar experience giving my brother my first ever blow job. I was nervous at first, as I was when I touched his cock for the first time, but one thing that I had on my side was knowing that Nick wouldn't refuse if I initiated the act. Although it appeared spontaneous, I spent a good while thinking about how to suck his cock, which I very much wanted to do. I visualized porn clips I had seen, how actors in those take a huge cock in their mouths and suck, giving immense pleasure to the man. Do I take Nick's cock straight in and down my throat, or do I take whatever fits in my mouth? Or do I take it sideways towards my cheeks?

At the end, all the planning had no bearing as I just swallowed his cock and sucked it like a lollipop while his cock grew and grew, filling my mouth. I was flabbergasted and fully content with my own courage to do what I did, and I felt awesome when Nick's cock just inflated like a balloon in my mouth, giving me a satisfaction that was hard to describe. I felt like who I should be... A woman. A woman who was giving a blowjob. A woman whose pussy was soaked as she was giving a blowjob. Then the chick with a dick whose dick also got erect. When he shot his hot cum down my throat, I was jubilant and completely forgot that I was a chick with a dick, because I felt like the woman that I always wanted to be.

I cherish every moment of being with my elder brother, especially after I told him that I had a physical irregularity that was a hindrance to my mental and social well-being. He took the news well and was very supportive of my decision to have the curse removed by surgical means. I was so relieved and delighted that I felt as if I had grown wings to fly above the clouds after the chat with Nick. The very next thought that occupied my mind was the obvious... Lose my virginity. And who would take my virginity other than my own brother, Nick? Would he do it? I pondered.

That night, even before Nick had his stiff rod between my ass cheeks, gliding it along the valley of my pussy, I was already sodden and dripping at the thought that I was about to fuck my own brother. I was timid, but very eager to have the first ever cock inside my pussy. I wondered what it would feel like. I worried if I could actually accommodate his thick and long shaft and whether or not I could actually fuck due to my condition.

But I was horny, hot, and wanted his marvelous cock inside of me, pounding me with full force to make me feel like a complete woman; not tomorrow, I wanted it right at that very moment. When Nick kept driving his shaft between my well-saturated pussy lips, I first pressed my thighs together to give him a tight gap to enjoy, but as he kept going at it, I became bold and impatient.

"I want you inside, Nick," I pleaded.

But Nick was concerned. "I would love to, Robin, but... what if you get hurt or something?" Still, I sensed he was considering the idea of going through with it, but might lack the courage to proceed without my influence.

I acted fast... I reached between my thighs, clutched his shaft, and positioned it at the opening to my drenched pussy, which had waited so long to enjoy this moment. And pushed down. As he entered, I shivered and shuddered, screaming "Ahhhh" in joy. I felt alive, and the thick cock that just entered me jerked and throbbed within me to let me know that it was enjoying the warmth of my womanhood. Nick groaned at first, but didn't say a thing for a moment, which had me worried that something was wrong, though I just couldn't put my finger on it.

"I never thought a woman's pussy could feel this good." My brother said finally, pushing his cock further inside very gently and slowly, a bit at a time. He groaned with each of his thrusts, and I shivered with each of his thrusts as it felt amazing.

Nick had me synchronizing my movements with his, nails sinking into the pillow beside me as he pushed from behind. As he picked up his hips' rhythm, I matched his pace, responding to his growing urgency. I could never have imagined how intense this experience would be. The heat, the pounding, the sounds, and smells all became overwhelming and somehow felt so sweet and quite right. A surge of emotion built within me as he delved even further. Intense thrusts overwhelmed me. My head tilted back, my nails clung tighter into his skin, and I called out his name as the waves of pleasure consumed me. It pulled me into a world of bliss I had never known. He followed immediately, indistinct sounds escaping his lips.

It was awesome... And I finally lost my virginity to my loving brother. I was elated as I kept shivering from the pleasure aftershock of my own orgasm. The very first...

I remember uttering, "Thank you, Nick. Now I feel like a complete woman. Thank you, and it was way more than I ever expected it to be."

As my surgery approached, I felt increasingly nervous. I was struggling with my decision to undergo the procedure to remove the curse I had lived with all my life. But what if complications arise? That night in bed, Nick listened to me for a while. In the end, he offered many encouraging words but left the decision about whether to have the surgery entirely up to me. Even after Nick fell asleep, I remained awake, contemplating whether to have the surgery or not.

Sometime after 1 am, I must have fallen asleep, and I was awakened by Nick's fingertips gently exploring me, like a blind person's tactile way of identifying someone. I sensed a tingling sensation through the delicate fabric of my top. It dawned on me that he had shifted to my side and was now pressed against me, something I hadn't initially noticed. His fingers traced up my back, sending chills through my body. I could feel his chest rise and fall with each breath, his muscular frame pressing firmly against mine. Nick was up before me. Usually, I get up before him to greet his morning wood with a tug or a suck and let him decide what would make him happy out between a hand job, blowjob, tit fuck, or fucking his little sister's pussy before work.

My brother moved nearer, urgency clear in his gaze. I drew him in, our lips meeting passionately and without hesitation. We eagerly shared kisses, tongues exploring one another. My finger easily slipped between his legs and found his erect cock as he wrapped his arms more tightly around me and ground his hips against my hand. The feeling of Nick's warm body against mine and knowing he was in ecstasy was intoxicating. Nick's hands were all over me. Pinching my nipples, playing with my ears, caressing my breasts, stroking my back and thighs. It was like he wanted to do everything at once and couldn't decide which to do first. I loved it, but I needed more. I craved his thick and long shaft in my pussy, which was now soaked and dripping my juice.

"I love you!" Nick whispered, then quickly turned in bed to face my feet. I was astonished and shocked when he took my right big toe in his mouth and began to suck it, while stroking my thighs with his left fingers, gently, ever so softly.

"NICK! What are you doing?" I yelled, even though the feeling of his tongue brushing, licking, and his mouth sucking my toes was incredible, causing waves of pleasure to course through my body.

"I love you, Robin. I love every inch of you and your body..." Nick muttered.

"Please, not my feet, Nick." I protested halfheartedly while Nick paid close attention to every toe, running his tongue over them. Then he began spreading the pleasure pollination over my shins, calves, and lower thighs, taking his time to stroke gently while his lips and tongue worked their way up. I felt like I was in another world, completely calm, yet very excited and under his influence. I kept gasping and shivering at the pleasure that tickled every inch of my body.

Then, with one fluid motion, my brother pushed my thighs apart while his lips and tongue worked their way up. I panicked... As much as I wanted him to keep up with the pleasure he was giving me, he was now too close to what I always concealed from the world, and I feared he would feel it or might get a glimpse of it.

"No, Nick, please, that's enough..." I begged as he quickly grabbed my hands, covering my little dick, which was fully erect.

"Robin! Relax, it is ok. This thing will be gone soon, and you'll be a perfect woman soon. In fact, a goddess. Besides, it is nothing but an elaborated clit, and don't let it get in the way of your happiness."

"But... But... Noooo, please," I begged, but Nick either completely ignored my pleas or didn't hear a word as his mouth moved swiftly to my sodden pussy, circling his tongue over my outer lips initially, gradually increasing the stimulation. At the same time, I cried out for mercy, though it was overwhelming pleasure. While his nose brushed my irregular clit, which resembles a small dick, he didn't make any deliberate attempt to get his tongue closer than he had to pay tribute to my eager pussy.

Soon, his tongue moved to my inner, lapping his tongue, darting and licking as he was having the most delicious dessert that he could ever have. The volume of my secretions felt very impressive, and as he let go of my hands and held my butt firmly, he devoured my juice-filled pussy. Nick's licks became more urgent; my pussy creamed like a bubbling cauldron, dripping and seeping my volcanic juice. My orgasm intensified into a perfect storm, overwhelming me entirely. I was vaguely aware of my cries and of clutching him as wave after wave engulfed me. My legs buckled, but Nick held me firmly.

Oh, my GOD, Nick!....." I remember screaming in pleasure.

My brother kept right on tonguing my pussy as I bucked and shook from my orgasm. When I slowed my bucking hips, he eased back on his slippery licks.

"Ohhh.... Nick... Ohhh...." I whined, overcoming the tremendous orgasm that caused my entire body to explode.

"Did you like that, my sweet little sister?" He asked, needing further assurance of the pleasure that I received.

"Loved it. With you, I experienced many things for the first time," I said, attempting to laugh, but I suddenly started crying.

"It's okay, Robin, there's no need to cry. You've taken my cock in your mouth multiple times, so I wanted to return the favor. Besides, I enjoyed doing it, and knowing you liked it makes me very happy." Nick said calmly, trying to soothe me.

"You better hurry up and get your big cock in your little sister's pussy now, or you are going to be late for work again." I giggled, overcoming my tears of joy. "Besides, your little sister's pussy has never been this hot or wet, so hurry and enjoy."

"In that case...." Nick said, placed his knees inside my legs, while I reached and seized his cock and guided it to my opening.

"You are flooded." Nick groaned as he entered me while I hummed a song that was yet to be named with a single letter, "Mmmmmm"

My brother's shaft fully entered my love canal in a split second, and he launched a vigorous attack, swinging his hips back and forth. He groaned in pleasure, and I sang in pleasure. Although we understood what those sounds meant, no one else could have.

The overwhelming bliss quickly sparked a wave of orgasms, from mild to intense, one after the other. I struggled to breathe as it intensified. Oh my GOD, NICK!" I kept shouting as my body went numb and crumbled.

"Are you okay, Robin?" Nick stopped his pounding and wondered.

"Oh.... Yes, Nick. This is fantastic. You made me finish several times already."

"I am so glad, Robin, I am..." Nick said happily and leaned in to kiss me while slowly slithering his shift, making soppy sounds that filled the room. I felt my amplified clit was now sandwiched between us, and each time Nick moved his body, my clit got pressed and rubbed between our skins, giving me a new sensation. Surely, Nick could have felt what was between us, but he didn't try to adjust himself or say anything; he kept fucking me with the same passion. My body felt weightless, and the pleasure was tremendous as I tried to verbalize the pleasure in various sounds.

Nick groaned, paused, withdrew his shaft almost all the way out, and shoved it in with force, groaning more.

"Ohhh... ROBIN!" He yelled, and I joined him by calling his name. I felt warm cum filling my hole as another colossal orgasm overwhelmed me.

The first thing I noticed upon entering Nick's apartment was how clean the place was.

"I made some chicken soup and got a loaf of sourdough bread from the bakery down the street if you are hungry." He said, pushing the wheelchair into the apartment.

I then noticed three bouquets of red roses arranged on the table, with a small "Welcome Home" banner in front of them.

"NICK!" I exclaimed. "Are those for me? You... You got me flowers." I laughed through my tears.

"Yes, welcome home. The one on the right is for my sister, Robin; the next one is for my partner, Robin; and the one at the far end is for my best friend, Robin," Nick said with a chuckle. He knelt in front of the wheelchair and then leaned in to gently kiss my lips.

"And I have some more news." He said with a smile.

"Go on, don't keep me in suspense."

"I didn't want to tell you before your surgery.... I got a promotion and a transfer. I haven't accepted the offer yet, but if you are willing, we could move to a smaller city where the job is and buy a house for us to live in."

"You mean you want me to move with you and move in with you?"

"Very much. I want you with me if you feel the same way. Besides, we both have the same last name." Grasping what he was alluding to by the same last name, I asked, "Like Mister and Mississ Stoneburg? "

"Exactly." Nick chuckled.

"Ohhh... Nick. YES! YES! YES! I'll be your sister, partner, and friend forever, in every way." Nick smiled, hiding his own tears, but I did not attempt to hide mine, as I felt warm tears washing away twenty-two years of agony.