Charlotte, A Forbidden Web?

Looking in the mirror at my neatly trimmed, brown beard, I questioned myself why I felt so nervous. Charlotte was familiar, we got on so well already after just one single meeting, carefully choreographed by the TV production crew.

Tonight I looked well in my charcoal, crew-neck merino sweater, over a crisp white oxford shirt with the top button undone. I paired it with my black slim-straight jeans, not skinny, I'm 34, not 19, not baggy either. Proper fit but framing my toned bum. Yeah, I said it.

I wondered what Charlotte would decide to wear, would I be too casual? Was I too try hard or would she go all out for our Italian meal?

"Calm the fuck down," I said to myself, as we had got on like a house on fire earlier when we officially met for the first time. We also didn't want to part from our silly teenage like hugging and giggling, simply just because we could.

You see, this isn't a normal, random date. Although Charlotte is probably the most attractive woman I have ever met, I'll not be trying to get into her panties this summer's evening. Charlotte is my long lost half sister that I didn't know about until two weeks ago.

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You've seen the TV show, estranged families are reunited by the show's presenters, both household names. The first meet took place in walking distance from my bachelor pad, a by-product from my failed marriage. Maybe I took after my father. I had initially gone looking for him when I contacted the show, only for them to come back to me to say that the waster who had 'Befriended' my mother that short time he was stationed here with the US Navy during the 90s, didn't want to know me.

The woman from the TV show called round to my apartment, the iconic woman being the first sight that took my breath away that day with her tanned skin and black hair as we performed the scenario where I'm surprised to see her, despite having a camera crew already in my home.

She sat me down and we discuss 'Daddy' and his lack of interest to even acknowledge me. And then she took my breath away by telling me, "You have a little sister." Charlotte, who was born here in England, literally 3 hours drive away, now lived in Canada. She didn't know about me either but was really keen to meet me, as she too had been rebuffed by our father.

I saw a portrait head shot of my sister, immediately identifying she had the same mouth as me, and a dimpled chin as well. She was gorgeous, and I immediately felt her warmth seep through the small sized photo.

They had arranged for us to meet in central London, booked me into a medium-spec hotel that, in itself felt strange, because I knew that my sister was near me. The scene was set, next day at 1pm, I sat in the private room in the plush hotel in wait, my palms now with a sheen of sweat that made the glass of water hard to grasp.

It was probably 10 minutes later when the door opened and in she walked, all tall, dark and trim, and my nerves were immediately obliterated whenever she turned and smiled. Then her hands went to her face in an, 'Oh my God, this is happening,' way. I know because I felt it too, before her hands came away as we both closed the gap with her arms up around my neck and mine outstretched as we closed together in full body embrace.

An age passed until my face came out of her curly, brown hair that smelled just like rose petals, as we both pulled away from each other. For some reason we both then started laughing as she said, "Oh my God, oh my God! This is crazy!"

Charlotte and I were giddy with happiness, then we were hugging tightly once more, and holding eye contact, we sat down opposite one another at the small table, holding hands.

We talked and talked for around an hour about our mutual histories. She had an interesting past, with it transpiring that not only had we lived hours apart in early life, the 29 year old had lived near me in France when I moved there with my mother and stepfather.

Like me, she was blissfully unaware that she had a brother, as where I had other siblings, her mother never had anymore kids. It wasn't long before our same sense of humour emerged, laughing about the fact that at least we'd never have to club together for a father's day present.

Everything felt so effortlessly natural, we giggled, she sprayed the desk in water when I told her she had a stupid looking chin, then belly laughed when I called her uncouth for making a mess. After the film crew had gone and the posh hotel cleared the room, we filtered into the bar after hugs and re-shoots for the cameras.

We only parted when we felt like we should, we were both on our best behaviour and drinking diet coke, Charlotte looking amazing in her blue trouser suit, with pearlescent white blouse underneath.

We hugged to mark the decision being made to leave, we hugged again before we did leave the bar, after we exchanged phone numbers and email addresses. Then outside we hugged again, this time one of those full bodied ones that had her 5ft 8 body seamlessly fitting against mine, with her thin figure and chest pressed against me.

"Erm, I don't suppose you'd fancy dinner?" I asked from our embrace as I couldn't let her see my disappointment, had she said no.

'I would have to be a good girl, my flight is at 9 in the morning so I'll be a crappy date," she said in her English accent with strange French twang that complimented the full faced smile and twinkling brown eyes.

~~~

And then there I was, talking to myself in the bathroom mirror and wondering should I change what I was wearing, ultimately deciding I was fine.

Having been the one who made the reservation and sent my sister directions via text, her reply of, 'Can't wait ????' was strangely heartwarming. I had introduced myself to the maître d' and sat down in the corner looking out across the river. The lights of the South Bank stretched in a long, glittering line, the National Theatre and the Eye stood out in soft white against the black water.

Unsure if it was just me, or if everyone else in the restaurant actually did all take notice of her arrival, I think I did smile reasonably soon whenever she appeared, fighting off the, 'Holy Good God,' thought after I saw her.

The maître d' had shown my guest to the table, pulled out her seat as she opened her coat to reveal a sheer black top, thin enough that the dark lace of her bra was impossible to miss. It sat high on her chest, deliberate, and the rest of her looked like she'd dressed for a different kind of evening to me.

Phenomenal was the only word that fitted. My brain short-circuited for half a beat before the new rules slammed back into place. Sister of 2 weeks, blood relative.

"Wow, this place is amazing," my date remarked as she looked out at London's cityscape masterpiece.

"Yeah, the menu isn't bad either," I said, looking down at the chef's specials again that I'd already memorised, trying not to look up at her too quickly as she settled down into her seat.

Eventually I did look up, scanning a little too slowly up her body, and as I got to her face, she caught the whole thing, of course she did. That little smirk appeared that I already liked to see, slow and knowing as she shuffled her hips into the chair. Then her eyes studied my jumper and shirt, I saw that the cheeky smile had stayed, and then she said, "You scrub up alright. Didn't expect the responsible big brother look..."

In response I scanned her shoulders, then low enough down her neck that it wasn't pervy or strange as I said, "And you, I guess you're leaving subtly to other people." The smirk widened, then she reached for the wine list without breaking eye contact.

"What, this?" Charlotte then asked as she looked down herself from a view many men would kill for. "It's just a top, Curtis. You're allowed to notice without it being weird."

"Isn't this already weird enough?" I said of our situation, and her expectant eyes told me to go on. "Just this whole thing, we met 5 hours ago and already I've hugged you more times than anyone in the last 5 years. We giggle like kids, and then you arrive looking like... that."

"Like what?"

I pondered my response, then double checked it as I stroked my closely shaven chin that covered my family dimple. I then leaned forward like it was taboo to even say, "Like someone I shouldn't be thinking about for longer than three seconds?"

She didn't hesitate on leaning forwards to meet me, she had folded her arms as she leant in close enough so she didn't say it loud but in a naturally sensual murmur, "Yeah, but you are thinking... Aren't you?"

'Ah! She's in my head,' my internal monologue screamed, but thankfully the waiter appeared before I had time to answer. Perfect timing. We ordered too much food and a bottle of something red that neither of us really looked at but exercised the rule, when in doubt... spend a bit.

When the waiter left, the air between us felt thicker. Charlotte rested her chin on her hand, smiling when my gaze met hers. Then she said, "You looked at that menu like it was the only thing to save you. You know I'm not going to jump you over the carbonara. Relax."

"Easy for you to say, you're not the one trying to wrestle with the part that the woman who looks like that, is my sister."

She laughed, not at me but warm and genuine. Then her look sobered. "If it's any consolation I'm just as bad," she said."I keep looking at your mouth and then remembering that we share a useless father."

Now I all but immersed myself in those chocolate brown eyes that complimented her naturally curly, brown hair that levelled at her chin. "Was this a bad idea?" I asked.

"We're just two siblings catching up over dinner. Nothing more," she said, bringing back the smirk as she sat back, folding her arms across her tummy, and just high enough that her forearms nudged her breasts upwards a bit, with her right one slightly higher. Then the pasta arrived, again just in time before someone said something that potentially ruined the night.

We reserved our words for how good the food was for a while, but with her ordering spaghetti bolognese, she soon was wiping some off of her chin.

"You'll be calling me uncouth again," she said when she caught me smiling, I'm sure with butterflies and rainbows behind my eyes as it finally started to sink in that this was actually my sister.

"No, not at all. This is just pretty cool," I said, gesturing to her to lean towards me, then I reached up to the side of her cheek where some food had somehow managed to get to.

"Thank you," she said, watching my hand leave her cheek like she missed it being there.

"Oh," I said,"Put your cutlery down." She did as I then topped-up the wine glasses and held mine out. Matching me, she held it out as I said, "Here's to the start of a very long friendship. If you can call your sister a friend."

"Yeah, I'll go along with that," she said as she touched her glass to mine, not taking her eyes off me. "I wish I didn't have to go home so soon," she then said," I didn't expect.... well, this," she said, gesturing to the food and ambience.

"What can I say," I said, picking my fork up again, "You had me at the face in hand and, 'Oh my God, oh my God...'"

We both then spluttered a laugh, I think we both realised that the words could really be taken in a different context during a much more intimate setting, and we both then just concentrated on eating, all while smirking at one another.

Whenever it came to dessert time, I don't think either of us wanted one but realised it was a good excuse to delay separating, so we shared a Panna Cotta with coffee. Because that always helps you sleep.... not.

We were talking about general life, her work as a teacher of primary aged kids was not a shock. "Ah... that explains it," I teased, prompting her to ask me to elaborate as I brought a spoon of dessert to my mouth. "Your face is so expressive, that smile engulfs your features completely, and your eyes are full of warmth too."

"Thank you," she said in what I guess was shock. "I guess we share something else then," she replied before holding up her wine glass for another clink in cheers, with nobody being fooled that this was normal after what was now 8 and a half hours since we first said hello.

We paid up, with her only allowing me to buy dinner if she could pay the next time. I helped her on with her long coat, getting a fragrant nose-full of her scent and a look at her leather trouser-clad bum as she turned, with her perfume being citrus with a hint of jasmine. She didn't button up, but turned to me to fix her hair and give me a look at her front, with no words coming when she caught my eyes come back up from her bra and flat tummy.

Stepping outside into the summer night, I hadn't thought about how to say goodbye as I naturally thought that our night had ended. We had just came down the little pathway, about to go into the busy thoroughfare when she turned to me, didn't speak and put her arms around my neck.

"I missed out on my big brother hug earlier," she said, and in my surprise I set my hands on her hips, underneath the long, open coat where they stayed for a second, just like families hug.

My hands, without any real permission from my brain, then slid up the inside of her coat and found the warm skin of her back. Fingertips traced the thin line of her bra strap like I was checking it all was real. She didn't pull away. If anything she pressed closer, her warm cheek against my shoulder, her breath steady but not really calm.

Then my hands betrayed me, under the open edges of her coat and the almost bare length of her back. The fabric of the sheer top was almost nothing as my fingertips found the thin ridge of her bra strap and traced it once, twice, learning the exact line where lace met skin. She didn't flinch. If anything she pressed closer, her warm cheek turned into the side of my neck, breath warm and slightly uneven against my throat. I could feel her heartbeat through the thin barrier of clothes, or maybe it was just mine I could feel, now trying to escape through my skin.

"Careful," she said as she started to pull back and my hands came back into the light.

"I know," I said putting my hands in my pockets to avoid temptation, something that she then glanced at as I came up with my latest great idea to spend more time with her.

"I could walk you to your hotel, if you like."

Her gaze came up from my trapped hands, her brown eyes seemed black now as her pupils were wide, even more so than the soft lighting of the restaurant. We mostly walked in silence, she told me to text her when I got home as we neared the revolving door to the lobby of her digs and she turned again, no awkwardness to my wandering hands earlier as she reached up to hug me and kiss my cheek.

"This has been a lot," she whispered into my ear.

"Good lot or bad?" I replied.

We then parted our chests and she looked at me, "Good, very good," and if this was anyone else we'd have kissed, instead her words of, "Make sure you text me," being a good substitute that she cared if I was home safe as we said goodbye.

Three streets away, that was the plan. Walk away, get home and text her like a normal brother, and also pretend my hands weren't still carrying the scent and temperature of her back. I got to the end of the block, stopped under a streetlight, and the whole careful choreography collapsed.

I turned, talking to myself in terms of, "This is a really fucking stupid idea," as I saw the door gently spinning as if she had just gone through it. The lobby was quiet, soft lighting and the faint smell of polish with the distant scent of her perfume still hanging in the air. She was at the elevator, coat half off one shoulder, phone in her hand as if she was thinking about calling me. She looked up when she heard my footsteps and didn't look surprised as she said, "It's you."

For my part, I didn't speak. Nor did I need to.

She stepped into my embrace the second I reached for her, that same impossibly perfect fit as outside but only tighter this time, almost like she'd been holding the space open for me to fill it again. My arms went around her back under the coat, without any of the earlier hesitation. Hands flat on the warm skin of her back, then higher with thumbs finding the bra strap again and following it all the way to where the lace met the side of her ribs. I stroked along the edge of it, slowly and purposefully, learning the exact tension of the fabric and the softer give of the skin just beneath.

She made a small sound against my neck, not quite a sigh or moan, and her fingers curled into the back of my sweater. We stood there in the cavernous lobby as elevators came and went but still my palm slid further, tracing the full curve of the underband, the slight ridge where the material sat against her nipples. She made another sound, "Mmmh," with the heat of her body soaking into my hand.

She didn't stop me. She only pressed closer, one of her own hands slipping under the hem of my sweater to rest against the small of my back, skin to skin, as if she needed the same proof I did that this was reality. When I finally eased back, she kept her hands on me for a second longer than necessary as she reiterated the observation, "You came back."

"Yeah," I said, still holding her under the coat with the familiarity of a couple on a third date

"This is such a bad idea," she said as she looked into my eyes, like I was the big brother and would produce a moment of clarity.

"Even worse than the other bad ones, we just haven't finished getting to know one another," I replied, just as the elevator opened and people got out.

I knew that this was the last chance to not do such a stupid thing as go to her hotel room. The emotions were too strong for common sense to prevail, but as I watched the long coat sway as she turned to press the door open button with her outstretched finger, it was as if someone else took control of my body.

The elevator car was large, and I went to the opposite side from her as she released the button and the doors closed. We didn't make eye contact until the elevator pinged on the third floor, and as the hotel porter got in, we looked at one another like the added body had broken a spell. Also, it was only during the presence of the hotel staff that Charlotte made any attempt to hide her exposed tummy and bra, pulling her coat around herself. Whenever he got out on floor 5, I saw her let go again and it parted, meaning it would have been rude not to steal a quick look.

Soon we were at floor 6 and my sister got out first, with me following with a longing question of, 'Should we do this?' but powerless to resist. The silence wasn't empty but was full of everything we weren't saying as we got to her hotel room door, and she put the card against the door handle. She looked back at me with a smile, and on entering her small, neat room, I was again mesmerised by Charlotte as she shimmied out of her coat, her body twisting at the waist and not troubled by an ounce of excess fat.

"Drink?" She said, pointing to the mini-bar.

"No thanks, I'm..." I didn't get to finish as she then began to tie her hair up, and her breasts jiggling was met by my long exhalation that I was sure would prompt a reprimand, or maybe that was just my guilty conscience as I imagined how her boobs would feel, for the first time.

No reprimand came, instead she smiled, holding my gaze that thankfully had reached her eyes. "Make yourself comfortable," she said as she then disappeared into the bathroom, without another word of clarification as to what we were actually doing here.

I heard water running, the soft click of a cupboard and the unique rustle of fabric. I stayed by the window, looking out at nothing of interest while trying to convince myself that coming up here had been about finishing a conversation, and not about the moist heat still sitting in my palms.

I heard the door being unlocked and I turned to see it open, and there she stood in a black, satin robe, loosely tied at the navel in a single bow that would perhaps look vulgar on a woman with a fuller figure, with just the black bra band underneath, no sheer top or leather trousers.

She didn't look embarrassed, she looked calm, almost curious as if she was waiting to see which version of me would talk, jokey or awkward. I settled on filling the silence with a long out breath again, in a way perfectly explained my reaction to the beautiful woman in front of me, now walking towards me.

I stood there as Charlotte reached around me to peel my sweater up my torso, and I reached up to my shirt neck to assist with baring my body, finally raising my arms as both items of clothing cleared my head. Then she hugged me close enough to whisper in my ear, "I just want to feel as close as possible to you tonight," and I genuinely thought she was reaching for my cock when her hands came to where our groins were.

She did lightly brush my cock, but that wasn't her goal as she was reaching for her robe tie, with the tugging action again bringing her hand into contact with my evermore intrigued penis that was still very much under wraps, something that my half-sister was now rectifying for herself as the silk robe slipped silently from her shoulders and I soberly held my hands by my sides.

Charlotte then reached for my belt, after success there, she opened my buttons too and finally I snapped out of it. "Charlotte, we can't," I said in a soft toned moment of reality.

"Shhhh, just be close to me. Let's not put a label on what this is yet," made me relax, lean into the feeling of my trousers at my feet, with me reaching to take them off while looking at Charlotte in her black bra and panties.

"You're so beautiful," I said as I straightened back up.

"What, even my chin?" Charlotte grinned, eating up more of the strange tension that had enveloped us.

"Even your chin," I said, cupping her face and passing my thumb over the dimple we shared.

"My boyfriend says it looks like a small pussy," she said, and I laughed, informing her that at school in the UK, the boys had called me, 'Fanny Face.'

"Boyfriend?" I asked, realising that in our thirst to get to know everything about each other, we had given relationships a massive swerve.

"I think it's more a friend with benefits, technically. But we have the rest of our lives to talk about things like that," she said, before turning to walk towards the bed, giving me a view of her bum in black lace, the full indent of her spine and a firm set of shoulders that her bra hung from.

She took her hair from it's tie as she stood with her back to me, before reaching behind herself to open her bra, rolling it effortlessly from her shoulders as her panties then followed to the floor. "Gonna stand there all night?" she asked me over her shoulder as I now fell in love with her toned, peachy buttocks, and as I walked to the other side of the bed, she slipped her bare body under the bedsheets.

She turned away to look at her phone on the bedside table, possibly setting her alarm. I took the time to climb in beside her, opting to retain my boxer briefs for now, with my cock in more than a semi.

Everything was covered, bar her shoulders as she approached me from my right and crossed my torso with her arm. I raised my arm to allow her in against me with a groan, "Mmmm, you feel good," had me squeezing her to match her grip, squashing her small breasts against me as she looked intimately into my eyes.

"Spoil sport," she said.

"What?" I asked, and she lowered her hand to slip a thumb under the waistband of my underwear. "Yeah?" I asked, seeing her look excited as she nodded, then gently moved aside as I made the requested adjustment, kicking my boxer briefs out the side of the bedsheets.

Moving back over me, Charlotte crossed my hips with her leg this time, brushing my thickened length. "Are we close enough?" I asked as her hand started to gently explore my chest, shoulder, tummy and hip.

"You can touch me you know... if you want to," she said, her eyes big and hopeful.

I held her from the side with my left arm, gently lowered my hand from the small of her back to her bum, while with my other hand I started to stroke her ribs as I held a stare into the face that was now familiar, but unsure. As if to answer my uncertainty, she kept looking at me as she pivoted her body to free her trapped breast from between us. Immediately my fingers roamed underneath, the backs of my main two fingers brushing over the crinkled, rubbery skin around her nipple.

I could sense on my thigh now, what felt like a completely bare pussy start to rub, and as my hand was already down there, I couldn't help but encourage the gently rocking on me, especially as her thigh was stimulating my hard cock.

Her hand then moved, she removed her thigh from me and replaced it with a hand that asked that question through her eyes. I nodded, then I groaned as she gripped my hardness in her small hand, and as I shifted my own hand, raised her leg to allow me access to where it had shielded the rest of her body.

"We just want to... knowwww each other," she moaned as I cupped her sex, just as she again began to stroke my cock in her small hand, and soon we were rubbing and stroking in gentle rhythm together. One might say in perfect harmony.

She wasn't loud, just a little groan, "Mmmm," on every other breath, changing to, "Owwww," whenever I slipped a finger inside, realising that it was quite awkward and I would normally flip a woman on her back at this point.

But this felt right, with her body twitching and sliding against mine as we held that unknown stare. We didn't kiss, we were just feeling our bodies together, our breath on one another's face where I saw her eyes grow heavy and her body spasm as I rubbed the bumpy G-Spot on her vagina's wet front wall. "Yes.... OH God," she groaned as her lip curled up, her pussy bucked against my hand and she began to tug my cock with intent.

Her body writhed, my balls tightened as we stimulated each other's genitals, both of us knowing how easy it would be to slip my length inside her. But somehow this was perfect, not just, 'Enough,' like two people who wanted to bond in every intimate way.

"Ungh," I grunted, squirming my hips as my pleasure reached a crescendo, and I was also rubbing her clit with my palm as she came.

"Mmm, ow-ah-ah," it was beautiful watching my sister's orgasm take over her entire being, fighting to keep our eyes together as I gave myself over to surrender as she gripped me. Charlotte was now losing herself to body shivering spasms as our climaxes took over us, with my semen spurting high, over her hand and into my pubic hair.

Afterwards, we felt no shame, nor did we do anything else to our intimacy progress that night. To the contrary, we fell into a blissful sleep, wrapped in each other's arms until I woke up at 3 in the morning, really needing a piss. My first task of the morning was to extricate myself from underneath her chest, feeling Charlotte's firm little breast rolling across my pec as I slid out, which was as arousing as it was beautiful.

Having to go around her side of the bed to use the bathroom, I was extra quiet so as not to wake her. Whenever I came back out, however, my efforts had been in vain. There she was lying in bed, looking towards the door as I came out, with her eyes immediately registering my nakedness. Her eyes trained on my cock, hanging down between my legs for all to see.

For her part, she had switched the bedside lamp on, was flat in bed, head up on a pillow and as we made eye contact, I then saw her pull the covers off of herself, with her naked body being revealed like a dream. Walking to her bedside, I stood there while she reached up and took my penis in her hand again, and I reached for her vagina too as I leaned over her, leaning on the textured headboard.

She had spread her legs for me now, and her wet pussy was rolling against my hand as I was slowly stroked to erection. We both really knew what a storm we were creating by preparing our genitalia for penetration.

No words were necessary when I climbed on top of her, kissing her as it just seemed appropriate. Charlotte gripped my head to really make out as my right hand was at her face, stroking like I wanted to etch each curve into my memory. We were close enough that her pert little boobs brushed my pecs, and as she held my head with one hand, with the other she reached down between us, took my cock in her small hand and directed me down, with us both groaning as I slipped inside her moist warmth.

"I just want to know what you feel like," she said with a breathless sigh.

"Oh really?" I teased, pulling back to the tip. "Does that mean I should take it back out now?"

The sound of, "Hmmmmh," and a crossing of legs around my back and hips was the confirmation I needed, as was the vision in front of me as Charlotte's whole demeanour changed with the feeling of my hips driving forwards, "Uh... yeah..," and then, "Ung," as I bottomed out.

I wouldn't say our sex was vigorously energetic that night, as I gently flexed my hips while we kissed. I loved the way her long arms snaked around me, combining with her even longer legs to keep our bodies together, her tits grinding into my modest pecs in a perfect fit.

I knew that I was mashing her clit into my pelvis with my lazy thrusts, as her eyes seemed to get heavy when I held there, grinding her with my length fully sheathed. Bizarrely, this was the longest period of time we hadn't spoken since we met 14 hours ago, as Charlotte's gaze was as mesmerised, aroused and in awe as mine, as if tracing every line on one another's face.

"Mmmmph, biiig brother," she said, as her body seemed to stiffen.

"Little... sister ok?" I said on an out stroke, feeling her legs pull me back in.

"Very ok, you won't... break me... you know."

"Oh yeah?" I asked, rolling my hips back and thrusting home, watching her pretty face contort.

"Yeah..... yeah.... OH fuck..." Charlotte chanted as I doubled my efforts to a faster, rolling thrust.

She released my neck, I reared up on my outstretched arms and hands, looked down at her quivering boobs and then down to where my body entered hers.

"See something... you like?" she breathlessly asked, and I looked down on her as my hips thrust forth.

"Why does the hottest woman have to be my sister?" I asked and she smiled and then went to speak as I started to hit it hard, bumping our sexes together.

SlapSlapSlapSlap, "Ummm," SlapSlapSlapSlap, "Yes," SlapSlapSlapSlap, "Awww BIG BROTHER!"

I knew I was on the right track as her legs fell wide and I reached down to scoop them up in my arms. "Oh God," she said as I repositioned in her, dipping my dick as I leaned over her for a kiss.

I sat up, held her bent legs high as I fucked her, watching her wriggle and stare at me through wild eyes.

"Fuck me! Harder," had me obeying her command, her wet, squelching sounds suggesting success, as was the thick cream on my cock at the base.

"You like that? You like your brother, bareback?" I asked and her body shuddered, she gripped my body around the trunk as her orgasm hit her.

"Ah... uh... AAH FUCK.... Yes!" Charlotte was coming apart, cumming on my cock as I fucked her through it, feeling my balls draw up as her climax tightened her rippling walls on my cock that was destroying her cunt.

"Where... do you... want it?"

The words were barely out before she was gripping my bum, "Let me feel you... I wanna know how it... feels," her needy, hungry words set me off as I thrust home, held there and emptied thick ribbons of semen inside my half-sister.

Afterwards, I stayed inside her, smiling down as she must have felt my load trickling out.

"You cum a lot," she grinned, then asked, "Was that just the most ill-advised thing we ever did?"

"Maybe..." I said as I pressed deeper into her, "But it sure did feel good."

"So it! Ah! Get off.." Charlotte said in a jokey tone. "Otherwise I'll never get that plane in the morning!"

"Would that be such a bad thing?" I asked, but now felt my erection was fading, slipping out as I rolled off and turned to lean on my elbow.

"If you're asking me if I regret it.... hell no!"

"But...?" I asked, noting the words she didn't say.

"I wanted to get to know all of you," she said as a grin crossed her lips, "I think we successfully achieved that."

"I'm still happy to keep doing that... even if it doesn't mean I get to play with this," I said, reaching down to feel her soaking pussy.

"Stop it... ah-ah," she said as she spanked my hand, all with that intense, playful grin that only had left during sex. "Bad brother... go to sleep."

We did fall back asleep, I woke up on my back with her hand on my cock, but as she was asleep it was accidental. Her alarm went off a few minutes later, and I felt her squeezing me before her hands shot off it.

"Morning, I was enjoying that."

She sat up, looking rather pleased with herself as she fixed the bedsheets around her, just above her boobs.

"Isn't it a bit late to hide those?" I teased, tugging at the sheet.

"Happy now?" She asked as the sheet fell free, nestling just south of her nipples.

"So..." I said, reaching over to play with the closest nub. "Who else gets to enjoy these?"

"Mark," she said, looking down at my fingers on her.

"And Mark is...?"

"It's very on and off," she said, "I've always found it distinctly difficult to commit. Maybe I'm a lesbian."

"Oh... can I watch you finding out?" I asked, getting my hand slapped again.

"Men!"

"Charlotte likes women... Charlotte likes women," I chanted, and this time she mounted me with her fists punching my pecs. "Oohhh, that's a view for first thing in the morning," I said as I reached to her tits.

"Stop it, I like women," she then held my hands on her.

"You could have fooled me last night."

"Come see me, in Canada," she said, strangely not in a sexual way despite the fact she was sitting on my flaccid dick with my hands on her breasts.

"Really? Wouldn't Mark mind?" I joked.

"Why would he mind my brother visiting.... would he be bringing... someone too?"

"Fuck no! I'm done with women... present company aside of course."

I rolled my hips as I'd said it, bringing her down to my lips that after a lengthy, questioning stare, she kissed. We didn't have sex again, somehow being naked together was enough. We play-fought, teased each other too, but not in a sexual manner.

It felt dangerous upon our exit, naughty and yet somehow so natural to be walking out of the hotel together. She wouldn't let me go to the airport with her though, and as I had to get my belongings from the hotel I was supposed to be staying in, we hugged goodbye outside of hers, then a closed mouth, lingering kiss as I recorded the feeling of her body against mine.

Three months passed and we had planned for me to visit, although we had talked almost every day since we met. Our worlds were strangely aligned, as I picked up with an old FWB a few weeks afterwards. I openly told my sister about our sex the previous evening. She acted like a teasing, giggly friend which was odd, but the closeness was quite warming to us both.

As for her, she had told me when she'd fucked Mark a few times, but as the time arrived to go and see her, she got quite awkward when I mentioned him with, "I've been busy with work," and, "Oh he's not been round lately," being quite stand-offish in our close relationship.

I was nervous about seeing her, flying out on my own on a cold, December day to spend Christmas together. The thoughts in no particular order were:

Would it be weird?

Would we just pick up in our jokey, sibling bond?

Would Mark be there?

Would she allow me back into her bed?

All would be revealed when I got a taxi to her house, as somehow it seemed to be 'So Charlotte,' to not have a car.

Living on a 2nd floor apartment, she buzzed me in and I climbed the stairs. Before I could knock on her apartment door, it opened just enough for me to slide my body in, as stood behind it.

"Ashamed to be seen with me?" I joked as I took off my scarf and coat, then turned I around to see the answer to why she was acting strange. There in front of me, just below the longer hair hanging over her slightly bigger breasts, was her belly. She was braless too, nipples poking clearly through the red-and-white striped top, and that belly was unmistakably swollen with pregnancy.

"Charlotte... this... is it...?" I stammered as she crossed the small distance to place her hands on my chest.

Looking up into my eyes, she said, "It isn't Mark's, he always wore protection."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked as I set my hands on her hips.

"I wanted you to come to me because you wanted to. Not because you had to."

I took a beat before I answered, having rehearsed my reunion with her several times. Nothing had prepared me for becoming a father, and also the huge fact that it was my long lost sister who was having my baby. After we stared at each other like we might find the answer to the meaning of life, we gently kissed.

There were no words as she removed my warm jumper, or I touched her breasts under the thin material. Soon we were in bed, this time not to sleep as we gorged on one another into the evening, including much pillow-talk.

"So... OH Mr Fertile... Will you stay?" She asked.

"Ooooh, I dunno. What would the neighbours say if they knew you were living with your brother?"

"Mmm, let's not tell them," she said, flexing her hips from sat astride me, my thick cock deep inside her for the fourth time already.

"Yeah? Just a handsome man you've picked up?" I asked.

"Uh... huhhhh," her eyes were getting heavy again as I played with her clit now, and that's where we stayed for the next two days, where I would return to every night, in bed with Charlotte and our growing baby.

The end.