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I stood in my bedroom, breathing heavily. I couldn't believe what had just happened. Some few minutes ago, Jenny had seen my cook. Accidentally, my towel had dropped and stood there naked in front of her. Motionless, Jenny had stared at my dick with her mouth open. Maybe, she was in shock. All I did was to go into my room and shut the door behind me.
After a few minutes, I dressed up and put fresh sheets on my bed. I wrapped up the cucumber and the ropes in the dirty sheets and headed downstairs. I decided to act normal around Jenny, and if by any chance, she brought it up, then I’ll have no choice but discuss it with her. Honestly, maybe it was bound to happen at some point. I wasn’t that worried. In fact, Jenny seemed more confident since the day our mother left for a Business trip in South Africa. I don’t know why she seemed so, but I believed it had to do with something of her being the firstborn. On the same night our mum left, Jenny and I shared an innocent goodnight kiss, and she opened her mouth during that kiss. I don't know why I was embarrassed when my towel had dropped. Perhaps, it was the way she stared at my cock.
I shook my head and continued descending the stairs. I looked over the sofa and saw Jenny’s head over the back of it. She turned around-her dreadlocks shining in the sun coming through the window. Jenny's big brown eyes stared as I walked towards the door. I smiled at her- she grinned back, then turned around, putting the TV on. I went out to the rubbish bin in the garden and dumped the sheets in the bin along with the cucumber that I had fucked imagining to be my girlfriend’s mother, Nelly. I dropped the lid down and sighed- knowing it's all over. I felt peace; at last, the shame of fantasizing about Nelly was gone.
I went back into the house and flapped onto the sofa next to Jenny to watch the show. I looked over at her- she was laughing at the TV- her favorite programme was on. Jenny must've been warm because she'd undone a few buttons; I could just see the arch of her breasts and that she wasn't wearing a bra. Jenny's nipples were hard, and I could tell they were pushing against her thin cotton blouse.
I quickly turned back to the TV, scolding myself of thinking like that- I mean fantasizing about her as I did Nelly. Jenny shifted slightly on the sofa, causing me to have a glance at her again. Her legs were spread; her left knee was bent and resting on the side back of the settee and the other on the floor. I could see her white panties and large wet patch in the gusset. It was obvious she was wet, but why?
I looked back at the TV gob-smacked because my older sister was sitting inches away from where I was with her legs open. I felt my cock hardening in my boxers. I stood up immediately and walked into the kitchen. I looked at her in the lounge and noticed she was sitting in the same position but wasn’t smiling anymore. I was confused. I loved my sister, and the idea of turning me on made me sick (I was always against i****t). The thought of having sex with her was blowing my mind, but then again, she was my sister, and that was what I’d been against since the day I found out that my friend Elvis ****d her sister.
My thoughts were interrupted. Jenny was standing by my side, stroking her hand up and down my back.
“I know you’re adopted,” Jenny said, still stroking my back- feeling the contours of my muscles through my shirt.
I turned and looked at her- shocked.
“What?”
“I found your adoption papers, and it’s clear you are adopted” Jenny put her hands on my muscled stomach.
I shuttered slightly as I felt her hands. It was clear she wanted. I resisted the urge and pushed her away- gently but forcefully.
“How long have you known, Jenny? And why tell me now?” I took a glass from the cupboard.
"I've known for about a year and a half, and I don't mind because I love you, John. I know this is not how I wanted to tell you, but I've loved you since the day we were c***dren." Jenny was looking down at her feet. Embarrassed that she had admitted her feelings after all this time and nervous about my response.
"I love you too, Jenny- you know I do."
"NO! You don't understand. I love you-like, I fancy you. I know we are not c***dren anymore – look, I have gorgeous boobs and pubic hair,” she joked.
Jenny opened her shirt to show me her gorgeous breast and hard nipples. She reached out to show her pubic hair, but I grabbed her wrist.
"Stop it! This is just wrong, Jenny. You need to stop flaunting yourself at me! I may not be your real brother- but I've treated you like a sister, and this is wrong, Jenny. I let her go and reached into the fridge for the whiskey.
"It's not wrong at all, my adopted brother."
“Stop calling me that,” I said before drinking a shot.
Jenny walked up behind me- putting her arms around my stomach muscle again.
“Okay, brother,” Jenny said seductively.
I sighed and bent my head down. I turned around and bent over so that I could eye line with my sister. The reason being, I was taller than her.
"Jenny, stop! I'm goi…" Before I could finish my sentence, Jenny put her hands on both sides of my face for a passionate kiss. I didn't pull away. She opened her mouth, and I did the same. Our tongues met, sending a shiver up and down my spine. I pulled away. I staggered back slightly, holding the kitchen side. The kiss was amazing. Every hair on my body was standing on end. My heart was beating faster as I looked Jenny.
"I can see you enjoyed that brother," she looked down at my cock, which was semi-hard, and Jenny saw the outline of it in my trouser.
“Jenny, you…I am going upstairs and don’t follow me please” I turned around, and looked out the window. I don't know how, but Jenny knew this conversation was over; maybe, because I was upset. She began crying.
"I am sorry, John," she turned and ran sobbing to her room. My head was swimming. I had seen my sister in a whole new light, maybe she wasn't my real sister, but she was still my sister. The kiss we had shared was amazing, and my cock was still throbbing in my trousers. I downed another measure of whiskey. I wanted her. I wanted my sister, but I couldn't justify it in my head. It was apparent if I’d made a move, she would’ve consented, and undoubtedly, it would’ve been amazing. But how could we continue living as brother and sister after? And what if I preg...? I dismissed that thought and refilled my glass. Besides, I was against i****t. Imagining her dreadlocks, her eyes, her luscious lips, her gorgeous breast, and the woman-like curve made me desire her even more. But still, she was my sister, and it was wrong.
I was rubbing my cock through my trouser when I decided to rely on the possibility that Jenny and I weren’t related. If what she said earlier was true, then it will not be i****t, and it will not be wrong. But what if I am wrong?
“If I am wrong, I wouldn’t be the first one to do it. Would I?” I asked myself.
Sipping the rest of the whiskey, I headed to Jenny’s room.
“Come in,” she said after I knocked her bedroom’s door.
I walked in, and I believe Jenny could see I was tipsy.
"I'm sorry, John. I know you hate me now."
“Do you now hate me, Jenny?” I asked looking at her pleadingly
“NO. Of course not, but what happened downstairs was...” I interrupted before she had a chance to finish.
"A shock, but nice one. Look, I don't hate you, Jenny, and besides, how am I supposed to hate my sister? I said while I sat on her bed and wrung my hands with anxiety.
“Why didn’t you say anything about me not being your real brother?” I asked.
“I don’t know. When I found it, I was relieved because I’ve always liked you for ages now. Before I found out that you were adopted, I was confused and felt dirty, but when I did find it, I felt better” Jenny pulled off the duvet and touched my back.
I reached out of her hand and squeezed it. Smiling at her, I turned my head and allowed her to kiss me. The kiss was more intense than downstairs'. Our mouth opened, and our tongues met once again. I pulled Jenny closer without breaking the kiss, and then she pulled away.
“Do you want this? Or are you drunk?” she asked hopefully.
I smiled at her again and pulled her back into another kiss.
"There's your answer," I said, kissing her for the third time that day.
"Are you sure about this, Jenny?" I don't want to force you at all. Any doubts, and we'll stop, for as long as you want to."
“John, I've been waiting for this for over a year and a half. I'm sure. Are you?"
"Yeah. You're beautiful, and I do love you," I kissed her again. Jenny was fumbling with my buttons-
“Let’s take this slowly. Have you done this before with Tom or your ex, Dan?”
“Yes,” Jenny said. “What about you?”
"Yes, I've, but the details aren't important right now," I said.
I moved back on the bed slightly and continued to undo my shirt buttons.
“Get undressed too," I said encouragingly. Jenny unbuttoned the rest of her buttons on her blouse and pulled it off. She removed her shoes and socks. After removing my shirt, I stood up and removed my trousers.
"Leave your underwear on Jenny," I said while pulling off my socks. I stood there, watching Jenny pulling down her skirt. She turned her back and bent over. I was able to see her firm ass in all its peachy perfectness. Jenny straightened up and turned around, smiling. I sat back on the bed and patted the space beside; Jenny sat next to me.
"Lie down Jenny, remember any time you're uncomfortable or not sure about something, you can tell me. It doesn’t matter if you’re older than me, I am your brother and I am supposed to protect you, even from myself.” I said, lying down next to her. I ran my hand through Jenny’s dreadlocks. Placing my hand on the back of her head, my lips met hers for another intense kiss. Jenny moved closer. My hand moved out of her dreadlocks, down her neck, over her breasts. Jenny shuddered slightly as I touched her nipple. I continued to run my hand gently and lightly down her body.
Jenny's breathing was quickening over so slightly. I paused my hand at the top of her pants and put one finger under the elastic. I looked at Jenny's eyes, and I noticed her eyes were pleading to go further. I leaned over and kissed her again. Slowly, I enjoyed her tongue and wet lips. I moved my hand back to her breasts. I stroke her breasts and flicked her nipples gently.
I kissed her again and then moved down slowly, kissing her chin, shoulders, her neck, and then finally down to her nipples. I latched on to them and sucked them, making them harder and harder. Softly, I bit them, making Jenny moan slightly and writhed her wrists. I moved my hand back down to her pants and placed my hand over her gusset. I could feel the warmth and the wetness through the fabric. Jenny pushed her pelvic forward, making my hand to press harder and harder onto her cunt.
I moved my hand to the other side and started coaxing them down. Jenny lifted her ass off the bed to allow me to remove her pants. Truly, I was concentrating on her needs. I removed her underwear and tossed onto the floor. I lay back down and ran my fingers through her downy pubic hair. I bent and sucked her nipples again while my fingers slid carefully between her pussy lips. When I met her clit, Jenny’s body tensed all over. Her pussy was wet as I rubbed her clit. I explored her pussy further by moving my fingers down her hole. I continued to rub her clit with my thumb while slowly guiding my little finger into her tight wet hole.
I stopped sucking her nipples and crawled down to get a better look at her wet cunt. Jenny spread her legs wide, and I wrapped them around the back of my head. Jenny pulled me closer, pleading to lick her out. I nestled my face into her cunt, and I could smell her sweet juices. I stuck out my tongue and licked her groin. I used my finger to spread her lips so that I could have better access to her pinkness. I licked her pussy from the bottom to top, running over hole up over her clit. She tasted wonderful.
My dick was throbbing through my boxers as I licked Jenny’s pussy. I wanted to please her before I could have my pleasure; after all, it was special. I continued to probe her wet hole while rubbing her soft, hard clit. Jenny writhed on my bed, clenching pillow beneath her head. I carefully inserted another finger- Jenny moaned further. I waited for a few seconds for her hole to adjust to the extra finger and then started moving them in and out slowly. Jenny’s legs were tight around my neck, and I knew she was about to climax, and I sped up fingering in and out her wet pink pussy when she moaned louder.
“That’s goooood brother. Fuck me with your fingers am yours…Yes! Yes! OOOHHH! I love you brother," she moaned louder and louder. "I want you inside me.”
After a few minutes, I dressed up and put fresh sheets on my bed. I wrapped up the cucumber and the ropes in the dirty sheets and headed downstairs. I decided to act normal around Jenny, and if by any chance, she brought it up, then I’ll have no choice but discuss it with her. Honestly, maybe it was bound to happen at some point. I wasn’t that worried. In fact, Jenny seemed more confident since the day our mother left for a Business trip in South Africa. I don’t know why she seemed so, but I believed it had to do with something of her being the firstborn. On the same night our mum left, Jenny and I shared an innocent goodnight kiss, and she opened her mouth during that kiss. I don't know why I was embarrassed when my towel had dropped. Perhaps, it was the way she stared at my cock.
I shook my head and continued descending the stairs. I looked over the sofa and saw Jenny’s head over the back of it. She turned around-her dreadlocks shining in the sun coming through the window. Jenny's big brown eyes stared as I walked towards the door. I smiled at her- she grinned back, then turned around, putting the TV on. I went out to the rubbish bin in the garden and dumped the sheets in the bin along with the cucumber that I had fucked imagining to be my girlfriend’s mother, Nelly. I dropped the lid down and sighed- knowing it's all over. I felt peace; at last, the shame of fantasizing about Nelly was gone.
I went back into the house and flapped onto the sofa next to Jenny to watch the show. I looked over at her- she was laughing at the TV- her favorite programme was on. Jenny must've been warm because she'd undone a few buttons; I could just see the arch of her breasts and that she wasn't wearing a bra. Jenny's nipples were hard, and I could tell they were pushing against her thin cotton blouse.
I quickly turned back to the TV, scolding myself of thinking like that- I mean fantasizing about her as I did Nelly. Jenny shifted slightly on the sofa, causing me to have a glance at her again. Her legs were spread; her left knee was bent and resting on the side back of the settee and the other on the floor. I could see her white panties and large wet patch in the gusset. It was obvious she was wet, but why?
I looked back at the TV gob-smacked because my older sister was sitting inches away from where I was with her legs open. I felt my cock hardening in my boxers. I stood up immediately and walked into the kitchen. I looked at her in the lounge and noticed she was sitting in the same position but wasn’t smiling anymore. I was confused. I loved my sister, and the idea of turning me on made me sick (I was always against i****t). The thought of having sex with her was blowing my mind, but then again, she was my sister, and that was what I’d been against since the day I found out that my friend Elvis ****d her sister.
My thoughts were interrupted. Jenny was standing by my side, stroking her hand up and down my back.
“I know you’re adopted,” Jenny said, still stroking my back- feeling the contours of my muscles through my shirt.
I turned and looked at her- shocked.
“What?”
“I found your adoption papers, and it’s clear you are adopted” Jenny put her hands on my muscled stomach.
I shuttered slightly as I felt her hands. It was clear she wanted. I resisted the urge and pushed her away- gently but forcefully.
“How long have you known, Jenny? And why tell me now?” I took a glass from the cupboard.
"I've known for about a year and a half, and I don't mind because I love you, John. I know this is not how I wanted to tell you, but I've loved you since the day we were c***dren." Jenny was looking down at her feet. Embarrassed that she had admitted her feelings after all this time and nervous about my response.
"I love you too, Jenny- you know I do."
"NO! You don't understand. I love you-like, I fancy you. I know we are not c***dren anymore – look, I have gorgeous boobs and pubic hair,” she joked.
Jenny opened her shirt to show me her gorgeous breast and hard nipples. She reached out to show her pubic hair, but I grabbed her wrist.
"Stop it! This is just wrong, Jenny. You need to stop flaunting yourself at me! I may not be your real brother- but I've treated you like a sister, and this is wrong, Jenny. I let her go and reached into the fridge for the whiskey.
"It's not wrong at all, my adopted brother."
“Stop calling me that,” I said before drinking a shot.
Jenny walked up behind me- putting her arms around my stomach muscle again.
“Okay, brother,” Jenny said seductively.
I sighed and bent my head down. I turned around and bent over so that I could eye line with my sister. The reason being, I was taller than her.
"Jenny, stop! I'm goi…" Before I could finish my sentence, Jenny put her hands on both sides of my face for a passionate kiss. I didn't pull away. She opened her mouth, and I did the same. Our tongues met, sending a shiver up and down my spine. I pulled away. I staggered back slightly, holding the kitchen side. The kiss was amazing. Every hair on my body was standing on end. My heart was beating faster as I looked Jenny.
"I can see you enjoyed that brother," she looked down at my cock, which was semi-hard, and Jenny saw the outline of it in my trouser.
“Jenny, you…I am going upstairs and don’t follow me please” I turned around, and looked out the window. I don't know how, but Jenny knew this conversation was over; maybe, because I was upset. She began crying.
"I am sorry, John," she turned and ran sobbing to her room. My head was swimming. I had seen my sister in a whole new light, maybe she wasn't my real sister, but she was still my sister. The kiss we had shared was amazing, and my cock was still throbbing in my trousers. I downed another measure of whiskey. I wanted her. I wanted my sister, but I couldn't justify it in my head. It was apparent if I’d made a move, she would’ve consented, and undoubtedly, it would’ve been amazing. But how could we continue living as brother and sister after? And what if I preg...? I dismissed that thought and refilled my glass. Besides, I was against i****t. Imagining her dreadlocks, her eyes, her luscious lips, her gorgeous breast, and the woman-like curve made me desire her even more. But still, she was my sister, and it was wrong.
I was rubbing my cock through my trouser when I decided to rely on the possibility that Jenny and I weren’t related. If what she said earlier was true, then it will not be i****t, and it will not be wrong. But what if I am wrong?
“If I am wrong, I wouldn’t be the first one to do it. Would I?” I asked myself.
Sipping the rest of the whiskey, I headed to Jenny’s room.
“Come in,” she said after I knocked her bedroom’s door.
I walked in, and I believe Jenny could see I was tipsy.
"I'm sorry, John. I know you hate me now."
“Do you now hate me, Jenny?” I asked looking at her pleadingly
“NO. Of course not, but what happened downstairs was...” I interrupted before she had a chance to finish.
"A shock, but nice one. Look, I don't hate you, Jenny, and besides, how am I supposed to hate my sister? I said while I sat on her bed and wrung my hands with anxiety.
“Why didn’t you say anything about me not being your real brother?” I asked.
“I don’t know. When I found it, I was relieved because I’ve always liked you for ages now. Before I found out that you were adopted, I was confused and felt dirty, but when I did find it, I felt better” Jenny pulled off the duvet and touched my back.
I reached out of her hand and squeezed it. Smiling at her, I turned my head and allowed her to kiss me. The kiss was more intense than downstairs'. Our mouth opened, and our tongues met once again. I pulled Jenny closer without breaking the kiss, and then she pulled away.
“Do you want this? Or are you drunk?” she asked hopefully.
I smiled at her again and pulled her back into another kiss.
"There's your answer," I said, kissing her for the third time that day.
"Are you sure about this, Jenny?" I don't want to force you at all. Any doubts, and we'll stop, for as long as you want to."
“John, I've been waiting for this for over a year and a half. I'm sure. Are you?"
"Yeah. You're beautiful, and I do love you," I kissed her again. Jenny was fumbling with my buttons-
“Let’s take this slowly. Have you done this before with Tom or your ex, Dan?”
“Yes,” Jenny said. “What about you?”
"Yes, I've, but the details aren't important right now," I said.
I moved back on the bed slightly and continued to undo my shirt buttons.
“Get undressed too," I said encouragingly. Jenny unbuttoned the rest of her buttons on her blouse and pulled it off. She removed her shoes and socks. After removing my shirt, I stood up and removed my trousers.
"Leave your underwear on Jenny," I said while pulling off my socks. I stood there, watching Jenny pulling down her skirt. She turned her back and bent over. I was able to see her firm ass in all its peachy perfectness. Jenny straightened up and turned around, smiling. I sat back on the bed and patted the space beside; Jenny sat next to me.
"Lie down Jenny, remember any time you're uncomfortable or not sure about something, you can tell me. It doesn’t matter if you’re older than me, I am your brother and I am supposed to protect you, even from myself.” I said, lying down next to her. I ran my hand through Jenny’s dreadlocks. Placing my hand on the back of her head, my lips met hers for another intense kiss. Jenny moved closer. My hand moved out of her dreadlocks, down her neck, over her breasts. Jenny shuddered slightly as I touched her nipple. I continued to run my hand gently and lightly down her body.
Jenny's breathing was quickening over so slightly. I paused my hand at the top of her pants and put one finger under the elastic. I looked at Jenny's eyes, and I noticed her eyes were pleading to go further. I leaned over and kissed her again. Slowly, I enjoyed her tongue and wet lips. I moved my hand back to her breasts. I stroke her breasts and flicked her nipples gently.
I kissed her again and then moved down slowly, kissing her chin, shoulders, her neck, and then finally down to her nipples. I latched on to them and sucked them, making them harder and harder. Softly, I bit them, making Jenny moan slightly and writhed her wrists. I moved my hand back down to her pants and placed my hand over her gusset. I could feel the warmth and the wetness through the fabric. Jenny pushed her pelvic forward, making my hand to press harder and harder onto her cunt.
I moved my hand to the other side and started coaxing them down. Jenny lifted her ass off the bed to allow me to remove her pants. Truly, I was concentrating on her needs. I removed her underwear and tossed onto the floor. I lay back down and ran my fingers through her downy pubic hair. I bent and sucked her nipples again while my fingers slid carefully between her pussy lips. When I met her clit, Jenny’s body tensed all over. Her pussy was wet as I rubbed her clit. I explored her pussy further by moving my fingers down her hole. I continued to rub her clit with my thumb while slowly guiding my little finger into her tight wet hole.
I stopped sucking her nipples and crawled down to get a better look at her wet cunt. Jenny spread her legs wide, and I wrapped them around the back of my head. Jenny pulled me closer, pleading to lick her out. I nestled my face into her cunt, and I could smell her sweet juices. I stuck out my tongue and licked her groin. I used my finger to spread her lips so that I could have better access to her pinkness. I licked her pussy from the bottom to top, running over hole up over her clit. She tasted wonderful.
My dick was throbbing through my boxers as I licked Jenny’s pussy. I wanted to please her before I could have my pleasure; after all, it was special. I continued to probe her wet hole while rubbing her soft, hard clit. Jenny writhed on my bed, clenching pillow beneath her head. I carefully inserted another finger- Jenny moaned further. I waited for a few seconds for her hole to adjust to the extra finger and then started moving them in and out slowly. Jenny’s legs were tight around my neck, and I knew she was about to climax, and I sped up fingering in and out her wet pink pussy when she moaned louder.
“That’s goooood brother. Fuck me with your fingers am yours…Yes! Yes! OOOHHH! I love you brother," she moaned louder and louder. "I want you inside me.”
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