Sister Knows Me Best

A couple of years after starting my university studies, I started dating this lovely girl named Hannah. It was great. She was cute, smart, kind... just the type of girl you take home to meet your parents. We'd been dating for a few months and it was getting a bit serious, so I decided to do just that, inviting her home for Thanksgiving. We drove down for a long weekend, my parents gave her a warm welcome and we all spent the first evening talking and drinking hot chocolate. Hannah was doing fine. She was educated, intelligent and a great conversationalist.

It didn't take long, though, before Bella was all over her. My younger sister had always been protective of me; if I ever brought girls home, she'd give them the third degree as if she were the gatekeeper of my love life. Not only that, but she'd give me a hard time about it afterwards if she had a problem. Like this time, when she came to bother me as I was looking for a book to read.

"Dump her."

I turned to face the voice behind me. My sister Isabella stood there, leaning against the wall, staring at me with a dejected resting bitch face.

"What?"

"Dump her."

"Wha... who... Hannah?"

"Yes. Unless you're dating more than one girl?"

"No."

"Then her, yes."

"I meant no, I'm not dumping her. You're not the boss of me."

"But I know what's good for you."

I rolled my eyes and turned to leave. She followed me into the living room.

"Stop following me."

"I just talked to her and it's worse than I thought."

"Will you shut up? I don't want her to hear you say... where is she?"

"Bathroom."

"Well, I don't want her to hear you say stuff like that."

"I'm not saying it to her; I'm saying it to you. Dump her."

"Isabella! That's not nice!" our mother interjected, looking up from her knitting while not taking her daughter very seriously.

"I'm not trying to be nice. I'm trying to be helpful."

"You can be both."

"I prefer being honest."

I made my escape as the two of them started arguing over the virtues of brutal honesty vs. being polite. I just felt annoyed. It wasn't any of my sister's business who I was dating.

A little while later, Isabella found me in the kitchen as I was making sandwiches. She came up to stand next to me, leaning over the kitchen counter.

"Mom says I gotta apologize."

"Uh... yeah."

"Apparently, I was being rude."

"I'd say."

"I still say dump her, though."

"Why?!"

"She's not gonna do for you."

"Not... not gonna do for...? What? Do what?"

"She's a prude. I mean, has she even put out yet?"

"What do you..."

"Are you boning her?"

"Am I...?

"Are you boning her? Bo-ning. As in having sex."

"What business is that of yours? Piss off."

"Not until you tell me."

"What?"

"Are you?"

"Are we...?"

"Doing it. Boning. Having sex. Fucking. Doing the horizontal dance. Pounding the mattress together. Bumping pelvises. Making..."

"How many of those do you have?"

"Loads."

"I should just let you keep going until you run out."

"Never gonna happen. I'm a cornucopia."

"Ooh, fancy word."

"Loads, buddy. Loads."

"Will you just leave me alone? It's not your relationship."

"You just don't wanna admit your sex life is nonexistent. Just tell..."

"As a matter of fact, yes. We're having sex. Great, dirty, nasty sex. In fact, we had sex a couple of days before coming here, so there. Happy?"

After hesitating for a moment, she nodded and walked away. She didn't seem happy. For a second I could have sworn I saw her frowning. At least I got her off my back. For about half an hour.

I was outside in the yard, tidying up some things for Mom, when she ambushed me again.

"How dirty?"

"Sorry?"

"You said you'd had dirty sex. How dirty?"

"Look..."

"No, you look. You can answer all my questions honestly right now, or I'll never get off your ass about it. I'll call and text; I'll embarrass you in front of both family and complete strangers. Or... You can tell me what I want to know."

"Then will you get off my ass?"

"Yes."

"Fine."

"If you want me to."

"I do."

"Because it's a nice ass."

"Sis..."

"I mean, not as nice as mine, but seriously, Bro, I hope you keep doing squats, 'cause..."

"Get on with it!"

"Okay. So?"

"So... what...?"

"Dude, I'm waitin' on you."

"Oh. Right. Where were we?"

"How dirty."

"Right. Well, I'm gonna keep moving these bricks for Mom while I answer, just to show how seriously I'm taking this interrogation."

"Go on, then."

"So... uh... well, I feel like it's... I mean, it's pretty dirty... I suppose it depends how you define it."

My sister closed her eyes and literally pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out a deep sigh.

"Ohh, brother... this is gonna take forever. Okay, just lemme hit you with these direct questions, 'kay? Simple yes or no stuff."

"Okay..."

"Okay. One: has she ever given you a blowjob?"

I hesitated for a second. It was a pretty direct question that didn't leave much up to interpretation, but I thought - what constitutes a 'blowjob', really? If a woman's mouth is in contact with my penis, is that a blowjob, or does it have to lead all the way to orgasm? Does foreplay count? And if so, what did that mean for...

"Yo! Pay attention!"

Bella snapped her fingers, bringing me out of my train of thought.

"Oh. Sorry, I... zoned out for a second."

"So?"

"Ah, the question. Well... it depends..."

"If you gotta think about it, I'd call that a 'no'. Not the best start. Guess I'll skip the question about anal. Two: has she ever gotten on top?"

"Uhm... yes, there was..."

"While having sex, I mean. Riding you."

"Oh, uh... no, I don't think..."

"Strike two..."

"Whoa, woah, hold up." I moved the final brick Mom wanted shifted to a new spot before turning to face my sister. "How exactly is that a 'strike' against my girlfriend?"

"Getting on top shows initiative and desire. It shows that she wants it, that she wants you, that you turn her on and that she's horny enough to think: 'I can't wait to feel you inside me'. If she never gets on top, it shows that she's not interested enough to do any of the work, but will just lie back and allow you do it."

"Really? Is that what your vast experience leads you to believe?"

"Yes."

She crossed her arms and stared at me, defiantly, as if challenging my claim that I was the more experienced, daring me to a staring contest. Then she continued:

"The girl doesn't have to get on top every time, but hear what I'm literally saying: if she never gets on top, she's not the initiative taking type."

"Okay, I don't agree with that but whatever..."

"Which leads me to number three, expanding on the initiative thing: does she ever make sexual advances or is it usually you?"

I thought back.

"She does..."

"Often?"

"Well, hang on... Yeah, she leans in, kisses me... tells me she loves me..."

Bella's face got a weird look. Not really disgust, but there was something in what I was saying that wasn't ringing well with her. After taking a moment, she picked her phone out of her pocket and started typing on it.

"Okay. I'm noting your answers. But seriously, if you have to take a minute to think about it, the answer is probably that it's usually you. You can go now, I'll ask more questions later."

"No, that was it. You said you'd leave me alone."

"If you answered all my questions. I still have more."

"No, you don't. You just finished and now you're stalling for time to come up with more."

"No, I have more, but I have to stop now."

"Why?"

"Because she's coming this way... Hi, Hannah!"

Bella's face suddenly changed from defiant and bitchy to sweet and welcoming as she greeted my girlfriend, who had come up behind me.

"What are you guys chatting about?" Hannah asked cheerily, embracing me warmly from behind as she arrived.

"Everything and nothing - just catching up. I'll see you guys inside!"

My sister trotted off, leaving me in peace with my love for a blessed moment, but not without turning her head back as she left, mouthing at me:

"Dump. Her."

Then she went inside. Thank God. A moment of being left alone. I smiled and gave my girlfriend a warm kiss in the cool autumn evening. The weather these days was nice and sunny, the leaves on the trees were a beautiful blend of yellow and orange, and I started to think about how nice life can be when you're not being bombarded with questions from your nosy little sister.

It took a while for her to be able to corner me alone again, and I had almost forgotten about her interrogation when she suddenly appeared behind me while I was reading a book.

"Hi."

"Aah! My... Gooood-uh! Could you not sneak up on me like that?"

"I'm a sneaky li'l bitch. So. Here, see? Lots more questions."

She showed me her phone and I saw that she had some kind of notepad app up, with a lot of text written there. I gave out a dejected sigh.

"Why do you have to do this? Can't you just leave me in peace...?"

"No, I care about you too much. Okay. So. We were at question number four."

"Urgh! Fine. Carry on. I hope she walks in on you and starts interrogating you as to why you're poking your nose in our relationship."

"No, she's upstairs. I'll hear if she comes. So, when you have sex - do you use condoms?"

"Yes. Of course."

"Another strike..."

"No, look here! That's a good thing! Don't tell me..."

"How long have you been dating?"

"A... bout four months now. Well, no, five, if you count... yeah, almost five months."

"And you're exclusive?"

"Of course."

"So why the hell isn't she on birth control? There's, like, a million types."

"It's not just the girl's responsibility to do that, you know."

"How gallant of you. No, it's fine. Condoms are great. For a while. The problem is just that over time, they kill the spontaneity. When you're with someone for months... and years... you'll want to do something fun, weird or spontaneous once in a while, right? Like, you're taking a shower together... stroking, kissing... things are heating up and it would feel really hot to just take her right then and there in the shower... But no, you have to stop and get out of the shower and get at towel and dry off so you don't get water everywhere and go to the nightstand in the bedroom and get condoms... but then you're already there and you might as well just do it on the bed... and then you're back to doing it missionary style in bed like you always do. By then, the moment's gone."

While Bella ranted away, my brain compared her description to my actual life and I was a little surprised at how accurate it was. That exact scenario had actually happened. Come to think of it, Hannah and I did usually have sex in bed. And in the missionary position. And there had been a couple of situations like the one Bella described, albeit not always involving the shower. I wasn't going to tell her this, though. I didn't want to entertain the thought that she could be right.

"Five: how often do you do it?"

"I dunno."

"Every day?"

"Come on, we have lives."

"Boring ones, apparently."

"We both work part-time... and studying is hard work, you'd know that if you hadn't..."

"I like my job, thank you. I get to talk about art and get paid for it. Think about it, though. Once a day, once a week...?"

"Seriously, I don't remember."

She tutted. Like an old woman tutting at the prices of her local store.

"If I had a guy as hot as you, I'd at least give you an orgasm every day. Fine, it doesn't have to be full-on sex for hours every time, but..."

"Hours?"

"You doubt me?"

"Yes."

"You'd blow your load in twenty seconds anyway." She waved her hand dismissively.

"Right."

"This mouth would make you cum so fast..."

"At least that would shut you up for twenty seconds."

"... Okay, that one was pretty good. Touché."

"Not everybody likes oral sex, you know."

"Oh, don't try to tell me you don't."

"I'm just saying..."

"Anyway, it doesn't have to be oral! If she doesn't like giving head, fine, as long as you get some of the things you're hot for. Something that gets you off. You won't with this girl, though."

"Because you know the future."

"Because I know what women are like. And I know what you are like."

She started stroking the back of my neck with her fingers, making little tingles run down my spine. I did like the feeling of fingernails gently scratching at my skin - at least Bella knew that much. I still protested, though:

"Not all people are the same."

"True."

"And you could be wrong about her."

"Could, but ain't. She won't do oral, she won't do anal, she doesn't like it rough, and, crucially..."

I waited for a few seconds, but she didn't continue. Instead, she kept stroking my neck, absent-mindedly, for so long that I almost started to enjoy it.

"And, crucially...?" I prompted her.

"Sorry, just keeping an ear out. She's about to come down the stairs, so we'll have to wrap this up for now."

"Ughhh... for now..."

She knelt down beside the chair, looking up at me.

"Look, brother... I'm just telling you..."

"No, no, you were really on a roll there. Crucially, what?"

"Crucially... she's not interested in your pleasure."

"Huh..."

"What?"

"I had no idea you were a mind reader."

"I just know it. This is the type of girl who isn't really interested in sexual pleasure - barely for herself, certainly not for her partner."

Bella stood up and turned to leave just as I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. For a second, I almost wondered if she had planted a tracking device or something, constantly keeping tabs on Hannah like the FBI on a stakeout. I was still annoyed with her, as she claimed to know more than I did about the woman I had dated for five months, after having talked to her for five minutes. I tried to rise above it. Tried to see the good side. That she just wanted me to have a good life with a good partner. That she just wanted to protect me. In her own, annoying, way.

Oh, man. What I really needed now was a bit of snuggling with my lovely girlfriend. I stood up and met her at the bottom of the stairs. Embraced her. Kissed her. We both smiled. She smelled nice. Yeah. Bella was wrong, clearly. Hannah cared for me, I cared for her. There was a reason I had brought her home to meet the family, and a reason she had wanted to come. I didn't think my sister was right. I felt like... Hannah could be 'the one'.

We enjoyed a lovely Thanksgiving dinner, the whole family gathered together in my parents' living room. It was a classic turkey dinner with all the trimmings, and Hannah once again demonstrated how well-suited she was to this kind of social event, fitting in perfectly with the family seated around the table. Conversation was pleasant, the food even more so, and all seemed well. I went to bed with my girlfriend that night, feeling increasingly confident in my choice of partner.

The next day, we woke to lovely crisp autumn weather, sunny with a gentle chill wind causing colored leaves to go flying. Perfect for going outside and spending time outdoors. If it hadn't been for my recently-acquired torturer, that is...

"So, did you have sex last night?" she asked, sneaking up on me as soon as she had me isolated from the rest of the family.

"Please, stop! Can you just... for the love of God, Bella!"

I started walking into the garden. She followed. Unlike the day before, though, she didn't say anything more for a while. Didn't keep pestering me. She just followed. Out to the pond, then back to the hedges, then across the lawn. It felt like we were just taking a walk, smelling the crisp autumn air. It took about ten minutes for her to open her mouth again, as we stood behind the house, looking out across the fields.

"You didn't, did you..."

"Of course not."

"Why not?" she asked, with a bit more patience in her voice this time, apparently picking up on my frustration with her pestering.

"Life is not all about sex, okay? I mean, we were really stuffed after that huge dinner, and we just fell asleep."

"Uh-huh..."

"Also, by the way, it might not be the best idea to start humping each other when your parents are sleeping nearby, maybe?"

"Heh. Sounds exciting if you ask me."

"Yes, yes, all right... Anyway, my sex life is none of your business."

"Why not?"

"Because it's my sex life?"

"Not good enough."

"Ha ha, what?"

Bella crossed her arms again and stood there, looking out across the fields.

"I'm your sister. I'm interested in your well-being. That includes having a great sex life."

"Yes, well, I'd prefer if you'd stay out of it. When you were dating Shaun, I didn't say anything about it."

"I wish you had! I don't know if you picked up on how much of a loser he was, but if you did, I'd have hoped you woulda said something."

She paused. I had to think for a minute. She had been really cut up about that relationship turning sour, and I hadn't picked up on why until this very minute.

"Hey... wait a minute... Is that what... Is that why you're doing this?"

"Yes! Fuuuck me, for an Ivy League student, you really are thick sometimes. Look, I'm not being an ass on purpose..."

"Just by accident."

"... I really don't want you to get serious with an incompatible sex partner. You'll be stuck in a dead-end relationship for God knows how long, getting more and more miserable on the way... and you'll end up wasting your best and hottest years getting laid once a month with someone who barely wants your cock to touch her, and then the relationship will grow colder and colder because you're not getting what you need and she will get frustrated about not being able to make you happy..."

She was getting fired up, raising her voice and speaking more quickly, firing off sentences while hardly taking a breath. I took her hand and tried to calm her down.

"All right, all right... keep your voice down, will you... I really don't think it's a good idea to shout about our sexual relationships so loudly that they can hear us all the way over at the house."

"Fine..." she took a deep breath and exhaled. "I'm your sister and I love you, and if you really want someone like her, that's fine... but I'll be damned if I'll let you walk into a boring relationship without at least keeping your eyes open."

"Bella, honestly..."

"Yes?"

"You've just met her. You've talked to her for... well, you made up your mind after... ten minutes, was it? You don't know her, so how can you..."

"Because I know you. That woman in there, is not going to satisfy a guy like you."

"She already has! We've already..."

"No, she won't. You'll want more, she won't. Trust me."

"Well, I don't! You don't know her! Or me, for that matter... I'm in love with her and she with me."

"Love is good. I don't think it's gonna be enough, though. Not for you. You're dirty. She's not. She's content. I can feel it. She's not gonna want anything more than what you've already done."

"Okay, well, it's good to know you're looking out for me."

I turned and started walking back to the house when I felt her tugging at my arm, holding me back. She stepped closer and pulled at my jacket, moving so close that her face was mere inches away from mine.

"Richie, look at my face and know that I'm serious. I say this with all the love in the world, without judging or questioning your character: I know how dirty you are. I know how much you love sex. I know this because I'm just like you. I know."

I could feel my cheeks blushing a bit, but I managed to maintain my composure. Bella kept going.

"I've seen your browser history. I know how much weird porn you've been watching over the years. I've been in the next room while you were jerking off. I know how depraved some of your fantasies can be. You, darling brother of mine, are a dirty man with a dirty mind. You need someone who loves it when you suggest doing something naughty. Who gets excited when you suggest doing it outdoors or in the car. Who actually gets off on feeling your cock in her mouth or your finger in her pussy. Someone who loves feeling your cum splash across her face. And preferably, someone who will take initiative and do some of those things herself sometimes. You need someone who longs for the moment when you're shoving your cock into her. Someone who wants to suck you dry just because she loves doing it. Someone who gets a taste of you and can't wait to feel your dick in her mouth again."

It took a moment for me to fully digest what she was saying. It was true: there was no judgment in her eyes, only concern. Bella didn't seem nosy anymore, or like she wanted to control my life. It looked like she genuinely meant it.

"Nice speech. Did you practice that?"

"Little bit. Had to get my point across."

"Right. Because you want me to take your advice."

"Because you're my brother and I love you."

"Yeah, yeah, I love you too, Sis."

I turned and started to walk back to the house. I had gotten perhaps thirty feet when I turned my head and added:

"Even though you can be annoying as fuck sometimes!"

We had a lovely family lunch before Mom and Dad took us all out shopping. They also wanted to show Hannah around town, so we spent a couple of hours giving her a tour. At no point were Isabella and I alone, meaning she couldn't continue to rake me over the coals. We had coffee and ice cream, chuckled at Dad's dad jokes, got an update from Mom about all the projects she had done with her volunteer group... just a nice Friday out and about in our small hometown.

When Isabella finally found another moment alone with me later that day, I could tell that she had been frustrated. I cracked a smile as I sat in my chair, reading a magazine we'd bought in town. She sat down across from me, seething, not saying anything at first. She just sat there, looking at me. Eventually, she turned her head and looked out towards the hall, and I could hear footsteps walking upstairs. I realized that she had been waiting for Hannah to go away.

"Okay. Compromise," she finally said, rising from her seat and coming over towards me.

"What?"

"I'll offer a compromise."

"You'll offer...?"

"Yeah, I can tell you're not gonna budge just from my budging you, so I have a different idea: ask her yourself."

"What?"

"You're interested in sex, right?"

"Well..."

"You are; I know I'm right. I wanna hear you say it."

"I mean, I like sex, yes..."

"You're a bit more than average in terms of how much you want it, and what kind of stuff you wanna do. Correct?"

"Okay, sure."

"Gentle lovemaking once a month is not enough. Right?"

"..."

"Riiiight...?"

"Okay, fine. Yeah, I guess.... I guess my... appetite, let's call it.... is a bit more than that."

"Okay. Now ask her. See if she's interested in the same kind of things you are. In fact, see if she's into any of the things you like."

"Bella..."

"I'm serious! You want me out? Fine! Do it yourself, then! Find out what your partner likes and if it fits what you want."

"I'm not just gonna..."

"Do it, or I'm back in!"

"Okay, fine!"

I threw my hands up in resignation. Bella smiled in victory.

"Yeah?"

"Fine, yes, I'll ask her... some things. I have no idea how to go about having such a conversation with my girlfriend, though..."

"And that's not a problem for you?"

"What...?"

"Well, to be blunt..."

"You haven't been so far?"

She once again drew a deep breath and closed her eyes for a minute before sitting down on the armrest on my chair, looking down at me.

"I think that... if it's a problem talking to your partner about this kind of thing, they're not right for you. I think that honesty and openness are key elements in a relationship. You'll never thrive sexually unless you can talk to your partner about what you like and what they like. If you're really into anal, you can't wait five years to find out whether she is too."

"I'm not really that into..."

"It doesn't matter what it is! Get me! Get the point I'm making! Your partner doesn't have to match you perfectly, as long as you get some of your needs covered. Talk to her and find out if she's curious about..."

She could see me hesitating. For a second, it felt like she didn't really know what to say either.

"Look, you don't have to start the conversation by asking: "Hey, babe, do you like taking it up the ass?" but you should at least get started on something. Maybe take her for a walk in the woods and suggest doing something in a secluded spot. You wanna eat her out? Take the initiative, start making out with her, touch her down there and see if she gets all hot and bothered or if she'll shut it down and insist on waiting until you're back in the bedroom in your own house. My money's on the latter."

"Oh, I think Hannah can be pretty passionate..."

"Not like that."

I stood up, feeling like the conversation was nearing its natural end. I checked my watch and thought about helping Mom with dinner. Bella wasn't quite finished, though.

"I don't think she's gonna suck you off, I don't think she'll want you to go down on her, I don't think she'll wanna do anything other than straightforward sex in the bedroom once a week... If that. If I'm right, this little guy..."

She reached forward and actually put her hand on my package. I was so surprised, I didn't even back away, I just stood there, feeling her hand grabbing my crotch, giving my cock a gentle squeeze. Then she smiled and amended her statement:

"... oh, sorry... this big guy... oh, wow, okay. Nice, Bro."

"Nice?"

"Yeah. Now... er... what was I saying? Oh, yeah. If I'm right, this big guy is gonna be really unhappy 'cause he ain't gettin' what he needs."

"Okay. You made your point. Can you take your hand off my dick now?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Right."

She moved her hand away. Then she just stood there, smiling wickedly, as if challenging me to another staring contest.

"Why do you act like this?"

"Because, like I said: I'm your little sis and I want you to have amazing sex. The kind of sex that makes you crave more, and makes your body so stiff and sore you can't walk straight for a couple of days. Now, I'm getting more and more certain that your current paramour isn't going to cut it, so I'm afraid you'll need to find yourself someone different."

"A slut, you mean? Like you?"

A five-second pause followed. Then Bella looked at me, defiantly.

"Yes, exactly someone like me. Someone hot, who thinks you are hot, and who's into fucking as much as you are. Someone who will suck you off, fuck you in weird ways and weird places. Someone who wants you so much that she'll jump you and ride you on a whim just because she can't stop herself. Someone who likes it when you paint her face with your cum...."

"Look, will you stop horsing around like that all the time? It's getting really old."

"I'm not horsing around!"

"Right. So telling me about your sexual fantasies is completely normal."

"It should be. We don't live in Victorian times anymore - talking openly about sex should be an everyday occurrance. It's people like your prissy new girlfriend who are making people feel shame for having desires."

"Like the desire to suck off your brother's dick. That's not normal, dude."

Bella laughed.

"Bro, stop calling me 'dude'. Look at these sexy boobs."

She grabbed and cupped her breasts, leaning forward and holding them up as if presenting them to me as gifts.

"Yes, yes, they're fine."

"I bet you'd love it, too. Gettin' it on with your little sis? That's just the kind of depraved shit you're into."

"Uh huh..."

"And unlike Missy Prissy, I'd actually do it. Not because it's your birthday or because you've bought me an expensive diamond ring, but just because I love doing it."

"Right, okay, well, I'm gonna go and wash that image out of my head now."

"More like jerk off thinking about it."

"I... don't..."

"Not like your girlfriend is gonna help you get off any time soon."

"I think I hear her coming down the stairs now."

"You're not. Look, a satisfying sex life is really important to a person's mental health. There's a reason all those incels online behave like assholes! You wanna avoid walking around with blue balls for the next ten years? Do what I'm telling you - talk to her and find out."

"Yes, yes, I said I will..."

"Fuck, if I were your girlfriend for five months, I'd make sure you didn't grow tired of me by sucking you off every day! I'd make you cum so fast and hard that..."

"Woah, wait... you'd make me cum fast and hard?"

"Uh..."

"Doesn't it take time to get a guy excited enough to..."

"Don't overthink it! I'm the best at blowing a guy's dick and mind, leave it at that. That's the kind of girl you need. My point is, you're a smart and hot twenty-three-year-old guy in law school! You should be getting laid all the time! Honestly, if you ever stopped by my old high school, you could probably leave at the end of the day with about eight girlfriends."

I actually laughed at that one. It was nice of Bella to say these things, trying to boost my self esteem, but at some point it could get a little ridiculous.

"Okay, I'm gonna go help Mom finish dinner now. Don't set me up with any of your old high school classmates."

I walked away from her and heard her shout after me, having to get the last word in:

"So hard you'd pass out!"

I just kept laughing. Man, she certainly was determined. But all right, I took her point. I would take Hannah for a walk later. If for nothing else, to get Bella off my back.

I had a talk with Hannah just after dinner. It... didn't go well. It left me confused, feeling silly and worried for the future, all at the same time. I took a seat in Dad's old office, a room located a little out of the way, to get some privacy. Of course, Bella still found me. Probably sniffed me out like a bloodhound. Rather than storming in, though, all bitchy-like, she sat down and talked to me with a kinder tone this time.

"You're looking a bit glum, there, buddy..."

"Yeah..."

"You talked to your girlfriend?"

"Yeah..."

"Do you want to tell me what happened?"

I think almost a minute passed. I just sat there, breathing. Bella just sat next to me, waiting. Like she had infinite patience. Like she knew I was going to keep talking, but needed a minute to figure out what to say. She gave me time and space, sitting ready to listen when I was ready to talk.

"Well, I...."

I stumbled over my words, not quite sure what to say. It was all just so... weird. I felt Bella's hand grasping my own and tried again, just explaining what had happened.

"We... took a walk."

"That's good. Walks are good."

"Yeah.... aaaand... when we got to the spinney... I... sorta nudged her off the path and... we started to make out by the big oak tree."

"Nice."

"Yeah..."

Another moment of silence. I could hear people milling around downstairs.

"Then what happened?"

"I... said I wanted to eat her out. Right there. Behind the tree."

"Good. I'd love to be eaten out behind a tree."

"Yeah... but..."

"But?"

"She... well, she um... kinda... resisted."

"How?"

"She said something like... "Oh no, somebody could see us"... and I said we'd hide behind the tree... and that I wanted her right then..."

"Mhm?"

"And then she got a little serious and said: 'No, not outside, with all the bugs..." And I thought okay, that's a... good point..."

"So she's not into sex outdoors."

"No."

"Okay."

"And that's... okay. You know, we don't have to..."

"Right."

"Then... on the way back, I suggested... some other things."

"Oooh, other things. Other things are good. I'd love having a boyfriend do other things to me."

"Well, I said I'd eat her out once we got back to the bedroom."

"Nice."

"... I thought so...."

"But?"

"Well, she was a bit more... hesitant. She said I didn't really have to do that. Then I said I wanted to, because I love her and I want to give her pleasure... give her orgasms..."

"And... what did she say?"

"She... uhm... said that... she doesn't really need them."

"Huh."

"Like, I... man, I'm really confused. I thought everybody... I mean, there are asexual people, I guess, but Hannah is not one of those, it's just... she's not..."

"What did she say?"

"I can't really remember exactly. It was something like being fine with just making love the way we have done. Nothing... new... needed. And she said... I don't need to eat her out and give her orgasms."

"Right."

"And I get that some people don't like... I mean, we're all different, we all like different things, that's cool and all.... but... how can you not like orgasms...? I mean... at all...? And... why doesn't she want me to... give her... pleasure...?"

I still couldn't wrap my head fully around it. I felt like I must have misunderstood something. I also couldn't believe that... my sister had been right? She had been talking to Hannah for what, five or ten minutes? And somehow read her mind? What had they been talking about? What questions had she been asking? Had Bella given her the third degree? Did women somehow have a secret sex language, enabling them to find out about each other's preferences that fast?

Bella stood up and took my hand. Then she leaned over, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and smiled at me.

"Look, I'm not gonna say 'I told you so'. Instead, I'm gonna say that having that talk with her - that was really brave of you."

"Well, I had to, otherwise you would have kept bothering me."

"Yep, I would have. And I'm truly sorry about this, but you're not done. Later, you have to do it again. More straightforward this time. To find out if there's anything you have in common. Sex-wise. I still don't think you do, but..."

I took a deep breath and sighed the longest sigh of my life.

"Uuuurrghhh... Dammit, Bella... I really like this girl..."

"Sure..." she said, squeezing my hand. She gave me another peck on the cheek and put her head on my shoulder. "I guess the next question now is... how important is sex to you? Now, I'll leave you to your thoughts. Come find me when you need me."

"Fuck, I feel like I should be smoking a cigarette and drinking whisky straight from a bottle."

"There are better ways of dealing with bad feelings."

"Yeah, I know..."

She turned and left, closing the door behind her.

She'd leave me to my thoughts, she said. Man, my thoughts were all over the place. I mean, on the one hand, Bella was kind of right... about my tastes, that is. I had to admit that I was a bit... dirty. Realizing that Hannah and I might actually be really far apart in terms of sexual appetite might be more than my libido was willing to accept.

I started debating it in my head. Did I really need filthy, dirty sex in my life? I mean, if I needed more orgasms than she did, I could always jerk off. Hide away in the shower and get off there. On the other hand - I heard Bella's voice in my head at this point - should I really have to hide away? If I was going to spend the rest of my life with Hannah, something I had really started to contemplate lately, surely we should accept each other for who we are, and not have to hide that side of ourselves? Then, again, I should respect Hannah and her needs as well.

Ooof... this wasn't easy. Isabella clearly thought differently, wanting me to dump my girlfriend unceremoniously like so much trash... I kind of got what she meant; she didn't want me to spend too long beating around the bush, wasting what could amount to years of my life in a dead-end relationship. On the other hand, I was already emotionally invested. Also, I didn't really have too much experience being on this side of the fence. In my previous relationships, I was usually the dumpee, not the dumper.

How would I even go about this? I certainly wouldn't dump her here and now. At my parents' house during Thanksgiving. It would come totally out of the blue. For months, we had both seemed to be of one mind: we seemed perfect for each other. It was only now, after my sister's rash interjection, that I had started thinking about whether Hannah and I were really compatible on every level. To me, it looked like we were. Except, perhaps, on that one level.

Over the course of the evening, those thoughts started to dissipate. I enjoyed spending time with my girlfriend so much that any idea of not being with her just... vanished. We were laughing together, hanging out on the couch together, playing games with my family together... We were happy. Except Bella, apparently. As the evening drew to a close, I could tell that my sister wanted to have another private word with me. At this point, though, I wasn't interested. I stuck close to my girlfriend for the rest of the night, even brushing my teeth alongside her, enjoying being in her presence every moment. I was in love. Who needs filthy, dirty sex when you have love?

As we went to bed, I snuggled up to Hannah and we cuddled for a while before kissing each other good night. I didn't want to think about negative things right now. Okay, so my dick got hard when I lay next to her - that didn't mean we had to have sex every night. I just wanted to enjoy the moment, enjoy the company of a beautiful woman who wanted to share my bed and possibly my life.

I even felt good while sleeping. I was having a really strange dream, but feeling really good about it. I could hear my sister's voice, probably encouraging me once more to dump the girl she didn't like her brother being with. I could hear her groaning and making all sorts of tutting and spitting noises. At the same time, I didn't really care. I was feeling so good. SO good. My whole body was filled with a joyous pleasure. It felt like I was floating on a cloud. I felt a tingling sensation in my nether region, with a bit of pressure... a gentle squeezing, making certain body parts swell and throb.

The feeling didn't go away. It just carried on... and on... making me feel better and better, like I was in Paradise. I started to wake, slowly realizing that it wasn't a dream. My drowsy brain took me out of my slumber, but it felt so good that I didn't even open my eyes right away. I just lay there, enjoying it, when it finally started to dawn on me what was happening to me. It hadn't happened often. Just a few times. Years ago.

I started opening my eyes. They were cloudy, making it hard to see. And the room was dark. But I was coming to the realization of feeling hands on me. Hands and... a mouth. And the sounds I was hearing weren't tutting and spitting, they were slurping and smacking. As my vision cleared up, I could see my sister's face a couple of feet away, hovering right above my body. No, not hovering. Bobbing. Up and down, back and forth... and her mouth... yeah...

"Mmmm... sllpphh..."

I heard those sloppy slurping sounds along with gentle moans as she moved her mouth all the way up and down the shaft of my fully erect cock. Her hands were gripping the base gently, holding it in position for her to have her way with. My heart started thumping harder in my chest as I came out of my stupor and woke to the full realization of what was happening. Adrenaline shot through my body and I made an audible gasp, which was quickly interrupted by my sister's hand covering my mouth.

"Ssshhh..." she whispered. "Your girlfriend is two feet away and our parents are in the room across the hall. Be quiet."

I swallowed, quickly realizing that she was right. Even though I wasn't the one causing this scene, making people aware of it could be worse. My sister sucking my dick? What kind of a family was this? Yeah, there's no way Hannah wouldn't react negatively if she awoke to such a scene right before her eyes. I tried pushing Bella away, but she quickly overpowered me, grabbing around my wrists and holding my arms down; I wouldn't be able to get her off me without using a lot more force, which would no doubt shake the mattress my girlfriend and I were both sleeping on.

So there was nothing I could do? Couldn't resist at all? Did I even want to? The feeling was incredible. Nobody had ever sucked my dick like this. It was like she was worshipping my cock with her mouth. The initial shock began to subside as it was replaced by a feeling of pleasure. She really knew what she was doing, stroking and licking all the right places in just the right way.

"Bella... what are you doing...?" I whispered, torn between the fear of being discovered and the desire for the scene to play itself out.

"Mmm... figure it out, genius," she whispered back before quickly resuming her work.

I lay back and tried to stay still. I turned my head to see the figure of my girlfriend lying on her side, facing away from me. I knew she wasn't a very light sleeper, but I wasn't taking any chances. I tried breathing deeply, avoid moaning and groaning, desperately hoping that this was going to be one of those times when she remained sound asleep all night.

I closed my eyes. Man, it was getting harder and harder to lie still. And not to make noise. Slurping away, Bella licked and sucked me so well that the feeling grew more and more intense. She started licking deliberately around the head of my cock, putting it in her mouth for a few seconds, then licking again, over and over and over... It went from a warm, gentle feeling to one of pure pleasure, so strong I had to hold my breath to stop myself from exclaiming loud moans. It was so intense, I wasn't even able to reach orgasm.

I knew this. I needed a different kind of stimulation if I were to cum. Up and down all along the shaft, like during penetration or when I was jerking off. That's what I would need. And Bella wasn't doing that. She was just stimulating the head, running her tongue around it in circles over and over, making the pleasure almost unbearably intense. Too intense to cum.

A whimper escaped my lips. A desperate whimper. I looked down on Bella's face. I saw her smile. Her mouth was on my cock but I could definitely see her smile. She was enjoying this a little too much. I whispered:

"Let me cum..."

She took her lips off my dick for a moment, but only to tease me.

"Mmm... your dick is so good... so hard... so tasty..."

"Pleeease let me cum..."

I was getting dizzy. This edging was torture. I started tossing and turning, even though I tried to avoid it for fear of bumping into Hannah. I could feel my sister giggling silently, still with her lips firmly wrapped around my cock.

She looked up at me. Then she quickly stood up and came closer, standing next to me by the side of the bed. With a quick motion, she then lifted her leg over my side and came sliding over my body, straddling me. Her hands moved my cock into place up between her legs and I could feel myself sliding into her moist channel. She leaned forward and lay down on top of me, her face right next to mine. As my heart beat faster and faster, I heard her whisper in my ear.

"Oh... your cock is so big... and hard..."

"Bella...."

"Seriously, why isn't she the one riding you right now..."

"Ahhhh..."

"Seriously, why doesn't she ride this amazing dick every day...?"

At this point, I was asking the same question. Still, my brain found it hard to believe what was happening. Part of me thought this couldn't be real - I just couldn't believe I was actually getting fucked by my own sister... right next to my sleeping girlfriend. There was a warm and slippery feeling around my cock, squeezing tightly when she moved back and forth, giving me the most intense sensation of pleasure. I noticed that we were beginning to shake the bed, and once again feared waking Hannah.

"Ssshh... careful... careful... slowly..." I whispered to my sister, who had now started to really enjoy the feeling as well. She nodded in agreement, but also kept moving against me a little more firmly.

This was it, though. This was exactly the kind of stimulation I would need to reach orgasm - a tight, slippery cunt sliding up and down on my cock. She felt so good, I couldn't hold back. She was milking me. I started moaning again, unable to prevent little sounds of pleasure from coming out. Bella started grinding her pelvis against me, but also put a hand over my mouth.

"Ssshh.... don't wake her."

I nodded, closed my eyes and focused on remaining still. The orgasm wasn't far away now. The pleasure levels were just too high; there was nothing I could do to stop it. Isabella's chest was on mine, the two siblings forming a tight, intimate embrace as the sister of the house rode her brother's cock. Her heavy breathing in my ear told me she was definitely enjoying it too.

"Okay, I'm getting close... Get off..."

"No..."

"Get off, I'm gonna cum..."

"Go ahead."

"Huh...?"

"Just do it. Let it go..."

"But... It's coming... Bella, it's coming now..."

Suddenly remembering that we weren't using a condom like I was used to, and the potential risks involved, I moaned more and more desperately, breathing heavily, trying to hold back with all my might. It was impossible. The feeling was too much. Bella put her mouth right by my ear and whispered:

"Guess what, babe... you're about to cum inside your sister..."

"Fuck! Whah!?"

"Ssshhh... Shush... Just relax, let it happen. And keep quiet so Hannah doesn't notice that you're shooting your hot load inside your slutty sister's tight, wet cunt..."

It was already happening. My whole body tensed up and Bella held her hand over my mouth to dampen my moans as I lost control completely. I could feel her insides getting slippery as my fluids spilled inside her. My eyes lost focus. My head started spinning. Bella kept whispering in my ear, humming, almost singing to me.

"Ssshhh... shushushussshhh... Mmmm... That's right, cum... cum for me, baby..."

"Mmhpph! Mmmpphh..."

"Yes, yes, yes... fill me up..."

"Mmm! Hmmm!"

"Mmmm... yessss, let it aaaaall out..."

I moaned. I whimpered. I hadn't had sex in well over a week. I hadn't had sex without a condom in years. I hadn't cum inside a woman in... longer than I could remember. I couldn't remember ever having had an orgasm that felt this good. Bella looked at me and smiled. She gave me a quick kiss, the way a sister kisses a brother. Then her face went from playful to serious. And she kissed me again - the way a woman kisses a lover.

We remained like this for a while, in a tight embrace, kissing and enjoying the sensation. Several minutes, it must have been. I felt my cock twitching and throbbing from the squeezing motions of Bella's pussy. It was warm. It was wet. It was messy. Eventually, she slid off me and out of the bed. She nibbled my earlobe, breathing in my ear. Before she left my bedside, she whispered one last thing:

"And THAT... is how you're supposed to do sex."

The following morning, I got up really early and went to take a shower. I hadn't caught much sleep, still processing the magical and depraved thing that had happened. Miraculously, Hannah hadn't woken from the little tryst happening right beside her. After I had showered off the juices left on my body from last night's incestuous union, I returned to bed and tried to sleep another hour or two, but my mind was awhirl with thoughts.

Why had she done this? Was it just to prove a point? On the one hand, it would kind of fit her profile - though this was extreme, even for her. And what was I going to do about this whole thing? Anything? Well, I certainly wasn't going to tell anyone. I cared about my sister and the rest of my family, and I didn't want her to suffer the kind of consequences she would face if this came out. And for my own sake, too, I had to keep my mouth shut. I could only imagine the kind of shitstorm tornado that would smash through our lives if our family members, friends or even people in the neighborhood discovered this dirty secret. I almost couldn't believe it myself. I lay awake, staring into the ceiling, thinking about how surreal it felt. Holy shit, I thought, my sister and I had fucked each other.

Yeah, 'each other'... It hadn't just been her, had it. Bella hadn't come to my bed and taken me by force. I could have resisted... but chose not to. To avoid waking my girlfriend, I had thought, at first. But could it also have been because I hadn't really wanted to? That it felt so good that my body surrendered to her, and let her have her way with me?

I felt my cock harden again at the thought of it. I felt it twitch as I pictured my beautiful sister's face rubbing against the shaft, smearing spit and juices all over her cheeks. She really had seemed to love it, hadn't she... I mean, she had certainly spent a long time building tension, enjoying the sight, smell and taste of me. Not like Hannah, who spread her legs for me almost reluctantly, engaging in quick and clean sex for five minutes once a week... if that. Bella was right about that part, now that I really thought about it. Hannah and I didn't have sex very often, and never like this. And from our conversation out by the tree, that didn't seem likely to change...

Isabella had reminded me that I was horny. That I was dirty. That this kind of thing was what I was into. Just as I had started to think that I could come to terms with living in a relationship that didn't involve the kind of filthy, taboo sex I had just experienced, my sister had come in and shown me what I would be missing.

I got out of bed and slipped into my gym clothes. A quick run before breakfast might clear my head. The weather was still nice, the air was crisp and cool, and the path around the lake would take about fifteen minutes at normal jogging pace. That felt like just the thing I needed. Normally, any intrusive thoughts tended to disappear during a workout. It was kind of like that this time too. But not really; as soon as I got back, I took off my sweaty clothes and hopped in the shower, immediately thinking about how nice it would have been to have her in here with me.

Not my girlfriend. My sister. I was thinking about how hot it would have been if she walked in right now and we started having sex right there, just like we'd talked about... Fuck, it made me hard again.

Then I thought about the problem. Why wasn't it Hannah who popped into my mind right now? Why wasn't it her body I was envisioning standing before me, bending forward, lifting up her leg to open up for me? I really started to feel like Bella was right on this point. That's how a lover is supposed to make you feel, right? Excited, nervous, horny... She wasn't the type, my girlfriend, to have spontaneous sex. And my sister was right: I was. And I wanted it a lot more than Hannah did. I could go for some right now, actually, even though I had experienced the most earth-shattering orgasm just last night. It wasn't that long ago, but I felt ready for more; I could go for some sex here in the shower right now...

I shook it off and left the shower before my thoughts got too complicated. Dry off, put on some clothes, get some breakfast - that would be the plan now, not jerk off in the shower while thinking about my hot little sister. Whatever I was going to do about this whole thing could wait until later.

As I left the bathroom, Bella came down the hall just as I closed the door behind me.

"Awww, did I miss the shower?" she said with a faux pout.

"No, it's free now..." I replied, not getting her point - something I'd developed a bit of a habit for lately...

"I was talking about the shower with you, dummy. We could have gone together. Still not too late, by the way."

She put out her hand and stroked my dick as she walked past, not stopping for a second but just letting her hand brush over me.

"I gotta get breakfast..." I mumbled.

"Suit yourself. Come find me when you need to get off."

She walked on and popped into the bathroom while I nervously looked around to see if anybody could have heard us. Then I remembered that Bella seemed to have supernatural hearing when it came to these things and probably - hopefully - wouldn't talk like that where others could hear.

Okay, Saturday morning breakfast. I went to the kitchen to make something up. Nothing big; we tended to have brunch-lunches (my mom's expression) on weekends if the family were all here. A bigger meal where the whole family ate together, and it didn't matter if you just had breakfast or if lunch wasn't too far off; we would all be required to sit and eat her lovely home-cooked food. I'd heard her say something about eating outdoors later, a last chance to use the patio before the weather got too cold.

Hannah came down and joined me for breakfast just as I finished making a sandwich.

"Good morning," she said, calmly and happily in her typical cordial, friendly way.

"Good morning, honey. Sandwich?"

"Yes, please. Is this the special breakfast?"

"No, this is the pre-brunch breakfast."

"I see."

"You'll get it later. Mom's brunches are pretty loaded, and they can arrive suddenly when you least expect them, stacked either immediately after you've had a big breakfast, or three hours later. So it's best to eat something, but don't get too full."

"A sandwich is lovely, thank you."

I gave her mine and proceeded to make another one for myself while she waited for me - she wasn't the type to just eat; she was too polite for that. Just as I sat down opposite her with my own sandwich, Isabella came down and went to the fridge. We all ate and chatted for a few minutes, and then Bella stood up to leave us again. Before she left, she leaned over and hugged me from behind, giving me a kiss on the cheek and a nice warm hug.

Hannah smiled.

"I like that you and your sister are so close. It's nice."

"Yeah... Close..."

I swallowed the last of my drink and tried to avoid talking about how 'close' my sister and I were.

"My brother and I always argued a lot. We don't have such a close relationship these days. Not like you two."

"Right."

Hannah smiled again while I tried to avoid showing any hint of embarrassment. I stood up to clear the table, to avoid her seeing me blush around the ears - a typical reaction of mine whenever I was afraid of getting caught in anything. Thankfully, another distraction presented itself when Mom and Dad came in to join us, and Mom immediately started outlining her plans for her brunch-lunch. Hannah offered to help her prepare the outdoor tables, and off they went.

I went upstairs to find my book. Internally, I started counting; I just knew that Bella would assault me again as soon as I was alone. Ten.. eleven... twelve... It was uncanny, but she had done it so many times now that I could already feel it coming. Thirty... thirty-one... thirty-two... Maybe she'd be a few minutes? I found my book and thought about where I should read it. Downstairs? In my room? Outside? Brunch was probably just a half hour away, or thereabouts. Where was Isabella? Why hadn't she cornered me already, pouncing like a tigress on the hunt, ready to badger me with a barrage of questions?

My brain could find no peace. It was either thinking about trying to keep the insanity of last night a secret, doing more of the same... or it was just curious what plans - if any - Bella had going forward. I spotted her while walking back towards the stairs. She was actually out on the balcony overlooking the garden. Unable to avoid confronting it any longer, and thinking that she was going to come at me later anyway, I walked out there to join her. She was leaning on the handrail and looking down at Mom and Hannah, who were going in and out to set up the tables. When I came up behind her, she turned around, still leaning against the rail. She gave me a cute smile and just went:

"Sooo... last night was fun."

I swallowed and nodded, unable to give her an immediate response.

"Did you enjoy it?"

She gave me a look, almost like that of a puppy, seeking validation. I mean, I couldn't say "no", not when she gave me that face... Also, it would be a blatant lie. I couldn't remember ever having had an orgasm that powerful before, and my heart was thumping just thinking back on it now.

"Well... yeah, it was..."

Bella's face lit up.

"Fucking awesome! Right?"

"Heh... yeah... I guess you could say that..."

"The look on your face when you saw me, oh, man..."

She turned around again. I felt some of the tension lift, as if this whole thing was something we could laugh about, and not as serious as I had imagined.

I stepped over to join her at the railing. The view from here was actually really nice; we could see the whole garden, with the grass still green, the red and yellow leaves forming little splotches of color all over the place. The patio Dad had built now had two large tables, and Mom and Hannah were placing the chairs around them to fit both the plates and all the foodstuffs.

"Your dick felt really good inside me, too. And when you came? Wow. I just got filled."

Bella giggled. She was going to keep doing this straightforward sex talk, apparently. Internally, I had to admit it felt liberating.

"And the shiver in your voice when you started to pump your cum into me.... Bro, it was so hot. You were, like, tossing and turning, almost squealing, I had to cover your mouth to keep you quiet."

"Yeah, that was... pretty intense."

"I just thought I could be a much better lover for you than her, you know? A better sex partner, I mean... Come on. Admit it."

"Admit... what?"

She struck a quick pose, showing off her nice autumn dress, leaning forward slightly to show her cleavage.

"I'm better."

"Well..."

"Uh-huh?"

"I..."

"Come on. I mean... Right?"

I breathed a long sigh in resignation.

"Yeah, that's fair."

She grinned.

"I actually kept it inside me all night. Didn't wash until this morning. It felt real slippery and sticky in there... So hot. I actually had to make myself cum a couple of times before I could go to sleep."

"You came too, huh?"

"Yes. Well, not during. Didn't get time for that, you shot your load too quickly. Just as I said you would."

"You said your mouth would do that, but..."

"I can show you that later. Last night I just suddenly felt like riding you."

"Right next to my girlfriend."

"Whatever works. Whatever gets the heart pumping and the brain flooding with dopamine."

We stood there for a moment, just listening to the birds and the breeze, as well as the intermittent noises coming from the kitchen downstairs. Eventually, I just felt like I had to get clarification.

"So... this is what we're doing now?"

"Yup."

"Fucking."

"Yup."

"Right."

"Look, it doesn't have to be weird or anything. We'll just have sex whenever we want. I know we don't live in the same city anymore, but it shouldn't be that hard finding some alone time whenever we can make it happen."

"I'd like that."

Bella smiled and nodded in agreement.

"And if you find someone else to have sex with, that's great. Just make sure she's not a prude."

"What, you want me to bring her to you for approval?"

"Sure, if you want. I just hope you've learned your lesson now. Get someone who loves to fuck. It doesn't really have to be more complicated than that."

"Sounds simple when you put it like that. Finding the 'perfect' partner, someone who matches me in every way... I mean..."

"Yeah, it can take a while. In the meantime, though, you can fuck me as much as you want."

"Sounds ideal."

"Yeah... I mean, if I find a guy who wants to be exclusive, I'll let you know. I think I prefer you, though. I haven't been able to stop thinking about last night, and I can't wait to have your dick inside me again."

"Slut."

"Oh, as if you're not hard right now."

She reached over and cupped me with her hand. She was right. All this exciting talk had definitely done its job. Bella started squeezing it gently, rubbing her hand up and down over the outside of my trousers.

Then she turned her back and leaned over the railing again, looking down to see what was going on downstairs. She tugged at me, motioning me to get closer. I almost thought she was going to drag me along inside and suggest doing it again, but instead, she was even more daring. When she felt sure nobody was looking, she turned back to face me, stood up on her toes, pulled me in and kissed me. My heart started beating faster, skipping a beat as I heard noises coming from downstairs just below us while I was making out with my sister. After several seconds, she broke the kiss and, with cloudy eyes, whispered:

"Right here..."

She lifted up part of her dress and encouraged me to put my hand between her legs.

"Bro, I am so wet right now."

I reached under the fabric and immediately noticed that she wasn't wearing panties. My hand stroked against her naked pussy, gently back and forth while Bella moaned happily. One of my fingers found its way inside her slit and slipped in because she was so wet.

"Feel that...? Feel how slippery I am?"

"Yeah..."

"It's because I want your cock in there."

Her hand kept reaching for what she wanted, rubbing and squeezing more and more eagerly.

"I want you so bad, Sis..."

"I can't wait, I want you inside me right now."

She turned again. I stood behind her as if hugging her from behind. Just the back of her lower dress was lifted up enough for me to gain access. Swallowing heavily, I unzipped and fished out my throbbing erection, maneuvering it in between her legs as we stood there.

"Oooh my God, brother, I want that up inside me so bad..."

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, trying to angle herself the right way while standing normally by the railing so that no one down there could see what was happening. Never have I been happier that Dad actually built the railing with the balusters so close together that you couldn't see much through them. Bella steered me into place. I could feel myself sliding back and forth against her slippery opening a few times. Then, with an impatient grunt, my sister lifted herself just enough to get the angle right. I slipped inside.

"Ooooohh... yessss...." we both moaned at the same time.

Just as I entered her, Mom and Hannah both came walking out with trays of food items. I whispered in Bella's ear:

"Don't move too much... They'll hear..."

"Uh-huh..."

I stood still, just tightening my leg muscles, causing a very slight motion towards her. My cock slid inwards. When I relaxed again, it moved maybe half an inch back out. Careful, small, tiny movements, barely moving at all, but feeling oh! so good.

"This is what you need, right?" she whispered.

"Yes..."

"Uh-huh... Just stand still and... just let me milk you..."

"Oh my God, Bella, your pussy is so good..."

"I love your cock... It's so good inside me..."

"This is crazy..."

"Yes."

"We're so fucking crazy."

"Yes."

"Ohh... my God...."

"Yeees..."

A chill ran down my spine as Mom looked up at us and waved. We waved back. Hannah also looked up and waved. We waved back. I reached around Bella and gave her a warm embrace. I could hear her excited breathing.

"Almost ready!" someone called out from the patio.

I nodded and Bella gave a thumbs up. I couldn't believe we were standing here, actually having intercourse, while people saw us. I could see our parents walking down there on the lawn. They were right there, just twenty feet away. It made this forbidden incestuous tryst feel even more exciting. Not only was what we were doing so wrong, we were also so close to getting caught! My dick was inside my sister, and our parents were literally looking at us!

My eyes clouded over and I started feeling the pressure more and more. Bella was breathing heavier and heavier. We still weren't moving much, but the feeling kept building to something better and better.

"Almost... ready too..." I whispered.

"Yes... keep going... finish... in me..."

"I'm... oh, baby, I'm gonna..."

"Yes, yes, call me 'baby', I'm your baby sister, I love it, I love it..."

"Hhnnnnghh... baby, I'm... uuuuurghh..."

"Yes, cum inside me again, fill your baby sister with your cum..."

I felt a strong orgasm ripple through me as my heartbeat went haywire. Standing still, holding her tight while pushing in as far as I could, I shot it all into her, letting it all go. Bella's voice was shivering.

"Y-yes, cum insi-iiide your sister while your prissy, f-frigid girlfriend watches us..."

"Oh my God... I love you so much, Bella..."

"I love you too, so sooo much... oh, fuck... I'm... Richie...."

She tightened up. Her legs closed and caused me to slide out of her. Bella stood there, shivering, breathing, rubbing herself between her legs with one hand and holding on to the railing with the other. After a few seconds, she let out a heavy sigh.

"Pheeeeew... that was good. Didn't think I'd cum just like that, but..."

I felt good about it too. This was just what we had talked about. We could have stopped. We could have headed inside. Gone somewhere private. Hidden away. But no, we had decided to just do it right there, and not wait. Not wait until we were in bed, not wait and look for condoms, not wait and do it some other time. We just did it right there when we wanted to.

We looked back down at the people in the garden. I still held my sister in a tight embrace. Bella turned her head and gave me a kiss while Hannah had her back to us.

"Think she knows?" I wondered.

"What, that you just fucked your sister and creamed her pussy?"

"Yeah, that."

"Nah, she's so uninterested that she can't imagine anything of the kind."

"... yeah, maybe..."

"I bet she's never even felt a guy cum inside her."

Then, suddenly, it was all over. Bella straightened herself and fixed her dress, looked up at me and just said:

"Thanks, babe."

I zipped up and followed her inside. On the way downstairs, we both started talking the way Bella had encouraged.

"It feels really good when you cum inside me... It gets all... wet and... sticky... slippery..."

"Mhm, I love just... not stopping... Just... letting it happen..."

"And I love feeling it run out of me... Shit, you pumped me so full of cum that I can feel some of it dripping back out right now..."

"Well, you could..." I started, pointing to the bathroom, but Bella just wandered on towards the stairs.

"I'm not even gonna wash it off. I'm just gonna let it get smeared between my thighs as I'm walking around all day."

We went down to enjoy one of Mom's delicious brunch-lunches, spending an hour or so in good company. All the while, I was thinking about what was going on right under everybody's noses.

A few hours later, I realized that I had quickly become addicted. My sister had awakened something in me, a beast that wouldn't sleep. I couldn't go along with having sex just once a week or once a day anymore, I wanted more. Especially now that I knew how available my sister was making herself, it was like my body walked around in a constant state of readiness. And my brain... well, my brain was always horny. It was thinking about sex all the time, any time I saw her prancing around.

I looked at Hannah too, and admired her fine physique, but already knew it was a dead end. She wasn't the type to let me bend her over and fuck her up against the kitchen counter while my parents were out. She wasn't the type to do anything other than what Bella had said: bed, condom, missionary.... sometimes.

It was Bella I was fantasizing about now. When she walked past, I was looking at her ass. When she bent over and peeked back towards me, I was imagining plowing her from behind. When I was sitting on the couch, I was daydreaming about her riding me, squeezing my cock with her wet pussy while rubbing her tits in my face.

Man, they were so different. One was uninterested in most things sexual; the other was like: "I know how to turn on a man, here, let me show you." I guess there are all types, and somewhere out there will be a man who has the same appetites as Hannah too, but... No, Bella was right. I just couldn't.

At this point, I was just sneaking around, looking for another opportunity to be alone with my sister somewhere. We were both leaving before noon on Sunday so we could get back home in plenty of time for the working week. That left us only with today. And we weren't alone. Hours went by, and there was constant company. As you'd expect when you take your girlfriend home to meet your parents, it's expected that you spend most of your time with her. I was beginning to fear that another opportunity wouldn't come up all day. Eventually, though, just as my mind was occupied with something other than sex for a moment, it suddenly did.

I was folding laundry for Mom, one of those boring tasks that took forever because there was a ton of it and she wanted it done in a particular way, sorted by color and all that jazz. Suddenly, a wild Bella appeared behind me and closed the door. She came practically hopping over, her face eager and full of excitement.

"Are you as horny as I am?!"

"Uuuuh... probably, yes, but... the others are..."

"Folding all this laundry takes, what, half an hour, right?"

"Suuure...?"

"Dad is in his study, and Mom took Hannah out to show her the garden feature."

"Oh..."

"So?"

"Oh! Right, so... what do we..."

"Listen: I told you about my mouth, right... figured it's time to put my... well, mouth, where my mouth is. So, just stand here..."

She pushed me backwards towards the tumble dryer, which was still running the last batch of clothes, and squatted down in front of me.

"Wait wait, what if somebody wonders where we are and... we won't hear them coming because of the dryer... and..."

Bella made a sour face and looked up at me, all the while opening and pulling down my pants.

"Listen - stop thinking so much and leave that to me. Okay? The risk of getting caught is part of the fun. And I know we'll have enough time, because this won't take long. Okay, I'm gonna stop talking now. Don't interrupt me until you've cum, okay? Here we go."

She proceeded to dive in, swallowing me up completely while my cock was still hardening. I could feel it swell up in her mouth, touching the soft walls of her throat as it grew and grew...

"Grrrghll... ghlk... ghlk..."

Bella closed her eyes and bobbed her head back and forth as she started choking on my dick. She didn't quit, however, just kept pushing herself onto the shaft, diving in and basically fucking me with her mouth.

I was amazed. How the hell was she so good at this? Had she been practicing? With what? Dildos? Real people? I had no idea she could do something like this. Deepthroat a guy like a pro. The feeling was incredible; warm, wet and sloppy, with two hands gently holding around the base of the shaft, sliding up and down to help her milk me dry.

At first, I just kept thinking about the risk of getting caught. Pretty soon, though, her mouth was all I could think about. Her soft lips wrapped around me, her tongue licking back and forth, her throat swallowing me up every time she shoved her head forward...

"Ghlk... ghlk... ghlk..."

"Damn, Bella... I haven't had a blowjob in..."

She slowed down and looked up at me, my cock still in her mouth. I could tell she was smiling, waiting for me to finish what I was saying, but in the end, I couldn't remember, and I wasn't able to. I just groaned louder and louder as she went back to sucking me off.

It was clear that she actually enjoyed doing this. Her eyes kept looking eagerly up at me, checking to see my enjoyment level, and every time I reacted strongly to something she was doing, she started doing that more. Time stopped. Bella kept impressing me in new and creative ways. The sensation built slowly until I couldn't see straight and the room literally felt like it was spinning.

I started panting. Grunting. It was happening. I shook my head. Held on to the machine behind me so I wouldn't lose my balance. My legs buckled. Louder grunting.

"Mhm... mhm..." I heard Bella moan eagerly.

She placed both hands in a loose grip around the slippery shaft and started pumping up and down. Her mouth slurped away on the tip, making more of those slobbery slurping sounds.

"Slllrrrppphh... ssllloorphh..."

I came with a bang and just let the feeling overpower me. I stomped my foot. Grasped the edges of the whirring dryer behind me. Moaned like crazy.

"URHH! UHH! MMH!"

Bella simply kept going. Slurping away.

"Mhm.. mhm... ssllrrp, slrpp, slrrpp..."

I started to come back out of my stupor. A couple of minutes went by, and I just stood there while I regained my composure. When I looked down, I saw a happy little sister sitting on her knees, looking up at me with a face full of saliva.

"Fuuuck, Bella! Holy shit... what the f... I'm actually seeing stars?"

She grinned.

"Hee heee... Told you I was good."

"Ohh... you weren't kidding... Wait, did it..."

I looked around to see if I had made a mess anywhere. Bella just shook her head and pointed to her mouth.

"I iz gud grrl. I swallow. Because you taste really good, Bro."

"Oh... kay. That's... good... I was gonna..."

Bella stood up and wiped her face on her sleeve.

"Okay, gotta go... Thanks, babe!"

I stood there long after she had vanished out the door and left me there alone with the noise from the tumble dryer.

"Yeah, thanks..." I muttered and waved as if saying goodbye, but only long after she was gone. My brain was still in shock at her latest onslaught. Wow, she was wild. And... yeah, this was just the kind of thing I was into.

The pervading thought in my head for the rest of the evening was how I was going to go about breaking up with Hannah. For I had decided, now, that I did need to do that. Especially with her own confirmation during that talk outside, it was clear that we were very different when it came to sex. And when it came down to whether I could actually thrive in a sexless relationship, Isabella had shown me the way. She had reminded me how much I loved the wild and crazy. How much I needed... just giving in to desire. Hannah was kind and intelligent, but the opposite of wild in bed. The kind of person with whom I could build a partnership, but not go fully satisfied on a personal level.

Did it always have to be wild, though? The thought occurred to me when I was going to bed with Hannah again that night, that Isabella might not know too much about how nice it can be to make love rather than fuck all wild and dirty. I was still thinking about this while sneaking out of bed an hour later. Because of course I was sneaking out of bed.

I tiptoed as quietly as I could over to my sister's room, wondering if she would want to go with me outside or something, or if I should just go in and... Well, that's what I did. I went to her room, opened the door slowly, without a sound, and closed it again behind me just as quietly, practically holding my breath. Then I shuffled over to the bed and snuck quietly in under the covers on top of her.

Bella opened her eyes and smiled at me. We could barely see each other in the dark, but I could feel her naked skin against mine. We didn't say anything; we just pulled down our underwear and got ready, with me lying between her legs as she spread them to welcome me. I started stroking and touching her, and then we kissed. We were still kissing as I slid inside her.

Mom and Dad were sleeping in the next room. We both knew that. So we stayed quiet. The bed would start to make creaking noises if we moved too much, so we didn't. No hard thrusting, no squealing, no loud moaning, no talking at all. We just kept kissing each other passionately, our tongues licking back and forth inside our mouths like inexperienced teens having their first makeout session. After a few minutes, we got into a bit more of a synchronized rhythm, licking and sucking any sensitive area our mouths came across.

I kept touching and caressing Bella's soft skin while moving inside her. Her breath became heavier, as did mine. We were warm and sweaty under the thick covers, our skin getting slippery as we rubbed together under there. The feeling was delightful. This wasn't just fucking. This was intimate. This was making love.

It lasted. Because I wasn't pounding away at her, my path towards orgasm could be controlled. The pace was easier to slow down when I felt myself nearing the edge. I would stop moving and just stay deep inside her, kissing her more and just enjoying the feeling of closeness instead of chasing the orgasm. I would squeeze and lick her breasts, kiss her neck, nibble her earlobes... then start moving my hips again as soon as I felt the orgasm subside.

Half an hour... maybe an hour... time ceased to exist while we lay there together, making love in the most intimate way. Eventually, I could feel Bella starting to want more. I could feel her moving against me, pushing her pelvis up to grind against mine. She was breathing heavily, looking me deep in the eyes, clawing at my back with her fingernails. When my breaths became shorter because I was nearing orgasm again, she locked her legs around me and thrust upwards. We still didn't say anything. No words. I just moaned a little more loudly. She did the same. Heavy breathing, intense kissing, slightly faster thrusting...

She dug her nails into my back when I came. I collapsed on top of her, suddenly aware of just how exhausted I was after the weekend's exertions. We just lay there, breathing, kissing, looking at each other and smiling. I wanted to ask her if she enjoyed it, this kind of sex, but the grin on her face told me everything I needed to know. I already knew that I cared deeply for my sister, but this newfound intimacy just made me love her all the more. It was like we had no secrets from each other anymore; nothing to hide, just being completely familiar and accepting everything about each other.

I actually didn't feel like I wanted to go back to my own room. I didn't feel like going back to my girlfriend. I wanted to stay here, naked, in bed with my sister, feeling our sweaty bodies entwined in a forbidden, secret union that lasted all night and extended into the morning. I loved feeling this close, being embedded in her, spilling my fluids deep in her warm, wet insides.

Eventually, we both knew that I had to go. I think the realization dawned on us about the same time; we both started squirming a bit and our kisses became lighter and more hasty. More as in 'goodbye, see you tomorrow' than as foreplay or intimate lovemaking.

When I went back to my own bed, it felt like a step down. I didn't snuggle up to Hannah or care if she noticed that I smelled of something strange. I just lay down on my side of the bed and went to sleep, thinking that this wasn't where I wanted to be.

The following day was all about preparing to leave. We did a bit of cleaning and tidying up to help our parents out, then we packed everything into the car and got ready. We were going to have a bite to eat just before leaving, and while Mom and Hannah went to the kitchen, Bella took me by the arm for a quick chat away from the car as soon as I had finished loading.

"I've had a lot of fun this weekend. We need to continue that, obviously," she said, leading me away from the house.

"Obviously."

"One thing, though: I don't mind if you wanna tell me what you wanna do to me - I actually kinda like that sort of fun, sexy talk. But let's not do that via text. No dirty pictures or videos either, just in case somebody stumbles over our phones."

She looked back towards the house. I just nodded in agreement. The last thing we needed at this point was Mom snooping on her daughter's phone and seeing a dick pic sent by her son...

"We could call, though."

"Yeah, our call history doesn't reveal what we talk about, does it..."

"Exactly. If anybody sees that we're talking for hours every week, they'll just think that we're loving siblings."

"When in reality, we're very, very, very loving siblings..."

We looked at each other, smiling as we had just concocted the world's best secret prank. We even gave each other a high five at one point, as we were walking. We both stopped and took a breath in the fresh air, just standing there, thinking about this whole crazy thing we had started. Man, it was nuts. So fun, so exciting... but completely nuts. But that's what I needed, wasn't it...

I was about to turn and go back to the house when Bella held me back. Then, with a wide smile, she looked at me and said:

"So, just quickly, before you guys go... wanna eat me out behind the big oak tree?"