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As I drove through the familiar suburban neighborhood, I felt good. Really good. Excited, even. If I had learned one thing for sure during my first year of college, my very first time on my own away from home, it was that nothing compared to what I had here.

It had been a reasonably good year, apart from the frequent moments of agonizing loneliness and some insomnia issues. My grades were good, I had established a decent enough relationship with my roommates, I had learned how to deal with food and laundry and other 'grown-up' things. I had even enjoyed the debatable thrills of being a nineteen year old guy on the loose on campus, meaning that months before I had somehow managed to lose my virginity to a girl three years my senior who most likely didn't remember my face already, let alone my name. That's perfectly fine by me. If I could, I'd gladly forget all about her too, but I'm cursed with a very good memory.

We 'dated' for a couple of nights after we hooked up, Ally and I, just long enough for me to get acceptably acquainted with the female body. Then she broke it off with a grin and a peck on my nose, telling me to go back to my real girlfriend and make a woman out of her. I just nodded and thanked her. She laughed at that, telling me I was a funny one. I was actually serious, though. A bit confused and more than a little guilty, but serious.

Ally's parting grin had a sort of naughty pride to it, and rightfully so, since she had taught me, a sexually clueless freshman, how to passably please a woman. With intrigued patience, Ally had given me a crash course in how to stimulate a girl's erogenous zones, how to locate her g-spot (or at least search for it), how to lick pussy, how to fuck in some positions, and, essentially, how not to be so clueless about sex outside of porn and masturbation anymore.

The reference to my 'real girlfriend' was Ally's way to let me know that she was perfectly aware that I was involved with somebody already. Well, no wonder. My frequent texting and my sudden need to drop everything and go have my mysterious videochat call each night were an obvious giveaway that there was someone else in my life. Someone permanent and important to me.

And of course there was. She assumed it was my girlfriend. It was my little sister, Deirdre. My Didi.

*****

Didi and I were still in middle school when our Dad died, run over by a drunk son of a bitch. It was devastating. So sudden, absurd and unfair. Mom was never the same again after Dad's death. She threw herself in her work as a doctor, taking on more and more responsibility at the clinic. She did her best to put up a brave face with us k**s, but her grief was always right beneath the surface, her former spontaneous cheerfulness dead and gone with the love of her life.

Me and Didi still shared a bedroom back then. For quite some time, my little sister had the most awful nightmares, so bad in fact that she'd wake up crying in the middle of the night, sobbing desperately into her pillow. I was having trouble sleeping myself after Dad's death, so I heard Didi cry in her sleep almost every night. Other times, I would wake up to the desolate sound of her sighs. I always shuddered with horror hearing that. Knowing that Didi was so sad in the dark was unbearable to me. Her pain seemed to hurt me even more that my own.

In retrospect, I think she felt guilty because she had got in a minor fight with Dad the day he died. It was something totally irrelevant about her homework, the kind of absurd thing that only a k** would feel guilty about in such a situation. But back then I was a k** too. I didn't have all the smart-ass answers I have now. I couldn't rationalize her sorrow to make her feel better, but I desperately wanted to do all I could to help my little s*s. I guess it's somehow logical that I should choose to act as I did to help Didi overcome her night terrors. Truth is, I simply did the only thing I could think about doing.

Dad was a professional writer. Since an early age, he had instilled in me and Didi a reverential admiration for the written word, teaching us to appreciate the subtle magic hidden behind an ink mark on a piece of paper. Being a k** faced with what seemed like an unsolvable puzzle, I instinctively appealed to that very magic.

Every time I heard Didi cry at night, I'd get up and walk to her bed. I'd turn on her bedside lamp, sit beside her and gently wipe her tears away with the sleeve of my pajamas. Then I'd pick up whatever book was lying on her nightstand and I'd start reading it. As I read, I could hear her sniffling less and less, slowly calming down, the remains of her bad dreams gradually fading away as my words reached her. I'd just keep reading to her, feeling very big brotherly, until Didi's breath was deep and steady and she finally fell asleep. I always felt better myself by the time I turned off Didi's light and climbed back into my bed. Listening to my sister's regular breaths across the room, my own anxiety gradually evaporated, until I was sound asleep too.

For years, even after we moved to our current house and we each got our own bedroom, me and Didi spent every night chilling in my room before we went to sleep. We would watch tv or listen to music and talk, but mostly we would read. It would be either me reading out loud to her, or my favorite, Didi reading while I listening to her clear, soothing voice with my eyes closed and a smile on my face. Reading to each other during our own private story time each night became our most cherished ritual. We grew to love the sound of one another's voice and the fact that through books we could drift away to other places and live adventures together. Most of all though we just liked to be close and relax, enjoying each other's company before we said goodnight.

Often enough, especially when it was me reading to her, Didi would fall asleep on my bed, snuggled into my side. Usually I would gently pick her up and carry her to her room, tucking her in for the night. Sometimes though, especially if I was tired or it was late, I didn't even bother. I just put down the book and drifted off too, the both of us snoring contentedly till morning.

Mom was well aware that me and my sister fell asleep in the same bed from time to time. She was neutral about it and she never openly discouraged it until we entered puberty. Both me and Didi were baffled. We were just hanging around together at night, reading, and so what if we dozed off on my bed sometimes. We really could not see the harm in any of it.

Still, we didn't want to make Mom mad. So we dutifully forced ourselves to stay awake while the other read. We usually made it, but not always. Didi was reluctant at best when it was time for her to leave my bedroom and shuffle back to hers. She regularly passed out when it got late and it was my turn to read. On those occasions, I had a hard time resisting the urge to just close my eyes and drift off while Didi slowly breathed in and out by my side. And yet, I stoically stayed awake. Yawning, I'd cradle my sister's small frame in my arms and carry her to her bed. I'd lightly brush her raven hair away from her face before returning to my room, where I instantly fell asleep smelling Didi's scent on my pillow.

*****

It was only after I had parked in the driveway and made my way into the house that my excitement and joy began getting soured by sudden pangs of guilt. I had missed Didi's graduation days before. I had not been home for months, since Christmas. I had missed Didi's eighteen's birthday. And I had not been there for her some weeks after that, when she 'sort of had a fight' with 'a guy from school'.

That's how she put it, talking briskly and grumpily during one of our daily videochats, after I asked her why she looked like she had been crying. I was ready to jump into my car and drive the hundreds of miles from my dorm to the guy's house to beat him within an inch of his life for making my little sister cry, but Didi managed to talk me out of it. To my pressing questions, she answered that no, he wasn't actually her boyfriend or anything, and yes, really, she was okay now. She told me over and over again that it was nothing, I shouldn't worry about it. A bad, nagging feeling caught me and held me in its grip that night, but I put it aside. What mattered most to me was that Didi was alright, and apparently she was, kind of. The fact that she was smiling and joking by the end of our call was reassuring and in the following days she was back to her usual cheerful, perky self. Still, it shouldn't have happened. It wouldn't have, if only I had been with her.

The uncomfortable knowledge that I had hidden my brief fling with Ally from Didi weighed heavy on me as I walked through the empty house. My justifications for not telling her appeared weak all of a sudden. I had never lied to Didi, ever. Technically I wasn't lying about Ally either, since I had never mentioned her at all. In a way, I saw the whole thing merely as an advanced interactive sex-ed class. Not that this approach did anything to assuage my conflicted conscience, of course. I often wondered why the hell I even let it happen in the first place. The fact was, no matter how I looked at it, it made me feel bad. And guilty. A lot. Still, I kept my mouth shut. For good reasons, I thought.

The last time (the only other time) that I sort of had a girlfriend, back during my senior year in high school, Didi was very encouraging and supportive and happy for me. On the surface, at least. I knew something was off, though. After me and Gina got together, Didi suddenly seemed skittish about joining me for our story time at night, finding excuses to be on her own in her room instead.

Once I got home the night of my first date with Gina, which ended in an awkward make out session in my car, I was padding down the hall to get to bed when I heard Didi cry in her room. The second those heart-wrenching sounds registered, I felt sick. How could have I not seen it coming? My little sister was crying because of me. I was suddenly horrified by the realization that I was hurting the one person whose love I had never doubted, the one I could never stop loving.

Without a moment's hesitation, I opened Didi's door and made my way through the dark room. She was just a frail, shivering lump of shadow under the sheets. It made my heart break to know that it was my fault that she was suffering. I got on the bed beside her huddled form and pulled her into my arms in silence. I stroked her hair as I murmured my broken apologies with tears swelling in my eyes, holding her tight to my chest until she stopped crying and she hugged me back, purring, breathing easily and finally falling asleep.

The next day in the cafeteria I broke up with Gina. She slapped me in the face, threw her coke at me and told me to go back to my freaky nerd of a sister because no other girl in school was ever going to hang out with a geek who only wears Bad Religion T-shirts anyways. I took it with a shrug and went to sit with Didi, grabbing the napkin she was handing me as she chuckled.

Story time was back that very night and every other night until I left for college.

*****

All my doubts were dispelled and I was once again buzzing with joy as soon as I heard Didi's laughter coming from the back yard. I walked faster while I crossed the living room and approached the screen doors. My heart was racing when I stepped out into the garden.

She was sitting on a deck chair, her naked legs distended in front of her, her body bent forward as she painted her toenails. She was wearing a violet tank top and baggy shorts that I recognized as an old pair of mine. Her hair was parted into two pony tails d****d over her shoulders. Her pale complexion made her raven mane appear even darker. She was facing away from me, merrily talking to a red-headed girl in a green summer dress sitting cross-legged on the deck chair next to Didi's. They were unaware that I was there, both smiling and laughing and talking. My ears filtered out all other sounds until only my little sister's light, silvery voice reached me, echoing in my head like the dearest of songs.

"Hey, silly girl!"

Didi's body froze. Her head shot up and she turned my way. Her mouth was hanging open and her soft brown eyes got huge, bigger than they already were. I was unable to move from the surge of emotion swelling up in me at the sight of Didi's delicate, sculpted face instantly brightening, her full lips turning up in one of those beaming smiles of hers that I could never get enough of. We stood where we were for a second, looking at each other, lost in the sweet shock of recognition, the realization of our nearness rooting us in place.

"Ted!? You're... Holy crap!"

Didi shot out of her chair and rushed my way. She cannoned her slim body into mine and jumped on me, wrapping her slender legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, squeezing me as hard as she could.

I reeled and almost fell back on my ass at the sudden impact but I manged to keep my balance as I embraced my sweet silly girl. I held her up with one arm around her hips and the other lower, under her taut round butt. My hand brushed the curve of her asscheek through the thin fabric of my old shorts. I could feel the firm pressure of her breasts on my chest as Didi peppered my face with breathless kisses, planting frenzied smooches on my nose, my cheeks, my forehead, my chin, and eventually my lips.

It was the first time our mouths had ever made contact. It felt electrifying. It was so sweet and natural and it happened so spontaneously that I wondered why exactly we had never done it before.

The soft, warm touch of my sister's lips on mine made me feel faint and energized at the same time. My pulse was beating like a crazy drum in my ears and my penis stiffened in my jeans as I grabbed Didi harder and held her to me. My mouth moved of its own accord to reciprocate her kiss.

It was a fairly innocent kiss, just my lips pressing against her lips. It was something two loving siblings might do after a long time apart, but it meant so much more to me. When our lips broke contact, our noses still brushing and our foreheads still touching, I realized that my sister's crotch was rubbing right on top of my bulge. She was breathing raggedly. Her lustrous brown eyes were sparkling into mine. She had a smile of undiluted joy on her face.

"Ted!... I'm so happy you're finally back," she murmured. Her mouth was so close to mine that I could feel the warmth of her every breath. "I missed you so much, Teddy Bear."

I had to clear my voice before speaking, swallowing the lump in my throat. Still, I could merely croak. "Missed you too, Didi."

She planted another quick peck on my lips that gave me goosebumps, then she giggled. "Really? Is that why you got home earlier than you said?"

"Yeah, I missed my silly girl like crazy! Seriously."

She kissed me again, harder now. Her long hair tickled my face. Her legs were holding tighter to my back, our groins pressing together harder. Her ripe boobs were squashed firmly into me as our hearts beat crazily against each other's chests. She was smiling when she broke our kiss, nodding her head toward the deck chairs, reminding me of her friend still sitting there.

"Poor Janie... Think we shocked her enough, Teddy Bear?"

I laughed, nuzzling her cheek. "Doesn't she already know you're insane?"

Didi kicked her heels into my back and slapped my shoulder, playfully scolding me. She threw her head back in a fit of laughter when I tickled her sides and pinched her butt in retaliation.

"Yeah she knows, of course!" she managed to say through her laughter. "And I told her all about you too, so don't even try to act like you're normal around her!"

*****

Janie turned out to be the shiest person I had ever met. She had moved to our neighborhood some months before and apparently she hadn't adjusted to her new life here quite yet. Didi and Janie where the same age and of course my sister took an instant liking to the socially awkward new girl in school, the two of them quickly becoming friends.

Janie never met my eyes once that afternoon. Her freckled, oval face reddened constantly while she and Didi talked. Her eyes were mostly downcast, and it seemed funny to me that she appeared to be staring at her own big boobs all the time. For my part, I was happy to just let the girls talk. The sheer bliss of finally being around my silly girl obliterated everything else.

I was content just sitting in Didi's deck chair, my legs spread and my feet on the grass, with my little sister held close in my embrace. Her back never moved from my chest and I kept my arms firmly wrapped around her, my hands slowly caressing her flat yet soft tummy through her tank top. My chin was resting on the hollow of her shoulder, cushioned over the silky strands of her ponytail. My eyes lazily followed Didi's hand as she applied a bright purple polish to her toenails. My ears barely registered the conversation between the girls, the light soothing tune of Didi's voice lulling me away.

Her closeness, her unique scent and her obvious gladness to see me amplified the warm love buzz humming through me. My penis was constantly semi-hard, nestled as it was between my sister's firm buttcheeks pressing steadily back into my groin. It should have been weird, I guess, but if it was, neither me nor Didi really cared. It was an intimate contact, an unprecedented one for me and my sister, and we were both okay with it. More than okay, in fact. Hugging my sweet silly girl, feeling her pushing back into me, I felt blissful.

I was only called back to reality when Didi rubbed her smooth cheek into the side of my face or pressed her ass firmly into my groin, squeezing her butt around my pant-clad erection, indicating that my contribution to the conversation was required. Of course I mainly mumbled and stammered nonsense, looking like the perfect fool and making the girls laugh. But that was okay. I was happy, nothing could remove the goofy smile from my face.

It was late afternoon when we heard Mom's voice calling out from inside the house. Janie suddenly stood up, her eyes bugging out as she watched the hour, yelping that it was late and she was expected back home. As she made to leave, Janie turned back and lingered before us, blurting out: "You know, you two look really..."

"Cute? Yeah, we do, don't we Teddy Bear?" Didi said, grinning contentedly as she nudged her nose into mine.

"Uh-hu... What? Yeah s*s, sure, sure..."

"No... I mean, yes," Janie said. Her gaze was still downcast, but she kept stealing glances at me and my sister embracing right in front of her. "You two do look cute, and very similar too. You could be twins..."

"Pfff, I wish," Didi grumbled. "We have the same hair, sure, but Ted's eyes are much nicer than mine. They're hazel, not just stupid brown... Come here, look closer, they sparkle green in the light, see that?"

I had to laugh as Didi pouted and pointed at her eyes and then mine for Janie to examine. For a girl as bright and smart as she was, Didi surely had some absurd quirks. I had heard her bemoan the color of her eyes thousands of times over the years, and it still cracked me up that she was not aware of how spell-binding, soulful and plain beautiful her eyes were.

I held her tight to me as I laughed into her neck. "Oh, Didi! My silly, silly girl..."

"What I meant to say is," Janie went on, visibly uncomfortable but determined to finish her thought, "You two look really, uhm, good. You know, like, together... You guys are very lucky to have each other."

And then she was gone, skipping through the backyard, past the screen door and into the house.

Didi turned around, arching a thin eyebrow. She had a big smile on her face and an impish glint in her eyes. Her expression was a mix of excitement, mock-shock and glad surprise. I could only laugh, shrug and lean in to press my lips against her soft, hot mouth.

We kissed and hugged for as long as we could hear Mom and Janie's voices from inside the house. After we heard the front door close, Didi disentangled herself from my embrace with cat-like swiftness and jumped off the deck chair. She grabbed my hand and dragged me inside, smiling and giggling as she looked back at me, her thin fingers interlocked with mine.

"Moooom! Guess what, Ted is back! Yay!"

*****

Later that night, lying on my bed in just my boxers and a T-shirt, I basked in the peaceful feeling of looking at my books on the shelves. A familiar sense of coziness washed over me as I re-acquainted myself with my room. The warm light of my bedside lamp reminded me of the countless evenings me and my sister had spent lying here together, reading. The fact that my battered paperback copy of Orwell's 1984 was on the nightstand rather than on my desk told me that Didi had been here in my absence. I could smell her on my pillow

She slipped into my room right then, as if my thinking about her had called her to me. She was wearing one of my Ramones T-shirts, which reached halfway down her pale thighs and looked more like a nightshirt on her.

Her raven hair hung loose across her shoulders. Her movements were swift and well practiced as she locked the door and crossed the room. I was buzzing with joy as I listened to the soft thumps of her bare feet devouring the floor. Her lips were parted in a smile that could brighten the darkest room and warm the stoniest heart. Her eyes were glinting, never leaving mine. Her arms were outstretched as she jumped on the bed beside me, hugging me fiercely, pressing her face into my neck. Her soft warmth and the sheer presence of her body so close to mine made me tingle all over.

My heart was racing as Didi held me with all she had, nuzzling me as I wrapped her into my arms. Her eyes were huge and I was lost in them when she turned her pretty face up to look at me.

"I've waited so long for this, Teddy Bear," she said. Her nose was poking tenderly against my cheek, her chin brushing against my jaw. "You have no idea how much I missed you, how much I missed this, us, together..."

My fingers were trembling as I tucked a long lock of black hair behind her ear. "I missed this too, Didi. I couldn't sleep at night, alone, away from you. You know, I recorded some of our conversations and mixed them into an audio file, just so I could listen to your voice, your laugh..."

She smiled and I felt her shiver as I caressed her spine over the cotton of her T-shirt. "So that's why you always asked me to sing for you... Kinda creepy, Teddy Bear, but cute creepy!" she said, laughing and pressing her nose against mine as my face reddened.

"Yeah, kinda," I said, embarrassed. "But I missed you so badly, Didi... Plus, it helped me get to sleep. Hearing your voice calmed me when I was... I mean, it made me feel better, like we were not so far apart."

"I know what you mean, Ted," she said, speaking softly, right into my mouth. She held tight to me and I held her back, finally feeling her as close as I wished she had been so many times this last year. Murmuring, she continued: "I had to come here and hug your pillow to sleep, you know... At least I was here, in this bed, but still it wasn't the same... Nothing's the same if you're not here."

We stayed perfectly still and silent for a moment, locked in our embrace. Our noses were touching, our breaths were shallow. Then our lips met, and we kissed.

Soon we weren't just pressing our lips together. As if of their own accord, our mouths opened slightly. Our tongues darted tentatively out, licking, probing. I gasped when I felt Didi's tongue suddenly plunge into my mouth. Her hands grabbed the sides of my face as she pulled me to her in a deep soulkiss.

Her urgency triggered mine and I got instantly hard as I passionately kissed my sister. My hands moved quickly down her back until I reached her little round ass. My fingers slid under her panties and I sank them avidly into her supple buttcheeks.

Whimpering into my mouth, never letting go of my face, Didi lifted a leg and straddled me. My muffled groans mixed with hers while she positioned her crotch right over my boxer-clad erection. As soon as she was lying on top of me, she started to press her groin on my hardness in slow grinding motions. My palms were planted on her bubble-butt, kneading her taut flesh hungrily.

Our breathing got ragged as we made out. My heart was pounding against the soft firmness of Didi's breast. I was oozing pre-cum into my boxers and I could feel the warmth radiating through my sister's pantie-clad mound. I could hardly think. Just my love and desire for my silly girl guided me.

I let go of her ass and I broke our lip-lock. I sat up against the pillow, making Didi slide back to straddle my thighs. I reached for the hem of her shirt. Biting her lips, her gaze shifty and her cheeks flushed with arousal, her brow furrowed as if in worry, Didi raised her arms up. Trembling, I pulled her T-shirt over her head, revealing her naked breasts.

"Am I... Am I pretty?" she mumbled nervously. My mouth went slack as I looked at my little sister's tits. They were beautiful. Perky and ripe, slightly pointy, they were jiggling mouth-wateringly in time with the labored rhythm of her breath. Didi's slender build made her juicy boobs look big on her. I couldn't believe this wonderful creature was my sweet silly girl. My eyes couldn't leave those pink, puffed out areolas capped with thick, engorged nipples. I was speechless and drooling as I took in that breath-taking sight.

"D-d-do you... Do you like me, Ted?"

"Like you?! s*s, you're magnificent! You're a thing of beauty, Didi, you really are! And your tits... They're just amazing!"

She smiled, letting out a sigh of relief, looking more adorable than ever. "Really? I'm... I'm barely a C cup... I thought guys liked them ooh-oooohh...!"

My silly girl shuddered all over as I assaulted one of her superb tits with my lips and I started licking away at a fat nipple. Didi's voice caught in her throat as she gasped in sudden pleasure. I opened my mouth wider to suck in as much of her tender boob-flesh as possible. I cupped her ass in my hands, grabbing her firmly, filling my palms with the supple smoothness of her buttcheeks.

I switched from one tit to the other, wishing that I had two mouths to suck them both at the same time. Whenever I suckled hard on a pointy breast or nibbled lightly on an engorged nipple, Didi's throaty whimpers spiked up into breathless groans, letting me know how sensitive her boobs were. Her hands were on my shoulders and she tightened her grasp on me every time I clamped my lips around a puffy areola or I delicately sank my teeth into an irresistible pink nipple.

After some minutes of relentless tit-worship, I let go of my sister's ass and moved my hands to her front, one to her breast, the other to her groin. Her panties was so soaked that I could make out the shape of her labia through the wet cotton as I cupped her warm mound. Didi squealed and I felt her nails sink into my shoulders through my shirt as she grabbed firmly onto me.

"Oooh, Ted!... Yes, ooohh yeeees!"

I slid my hand inside her panties and traced my fingers along her dripping slit, wetting my digits in her juices. The feel of her slippery pussy made my cock flex and strain against my boxers. As soon as my fingertips reached her throbbing clitoris, Didi started panting and shaking all over.

I bit slightly harder and sucked for all I was worth on the nipple in my mouth, pinching the other one intermittently between my fingertips. I started rubbing Didi's clit in quick circles and she was writhing like a snake within seconds, moaning and gasping. I could feel her pulse accelerating just beneath the soft flesh of the boob I was sucking into my mouth.

"Aaaahh!... Teeeed... Ooooh yeees!... I'm gonna... You're making me... Ooooohhh!"

My ears were ringing and my cock was harder than it had ever been as I listened to the magic sounds of Didi's orgasm, the wetness around my circling fingertips increasing as her pussy got flooded in girl-cum. I slowly massaged her clit throughout her climax, prolonging it until I heard her moans turn into choked sighs. I only stopped and slid my dripping digits out of my sister's drenched panties when I felt her tiny fingers tapping on my arm, signaling me to relent.

I barely managed to plant a couple of soft kisses on her pointy tits before Didi nimbly raised herself up on her knees and climbed off me. She was flushed, smiling, and so stunningly beautiful. There was an avid light in her brown eyes as she practically tore my shirt off and pushed me down on my back. She started trailing kisses down my chest, moving lower and lower, making me shiver with the soft touch of her lips.

When she reached my boxers she looked up at me. Didi giggled as she held my gaze, I must have looked goofier than usual. She was so sexy as she sat back between my spread legs. Her luscious lips were quivering, her expression was both nervous and aroused, just like I felt.

"You seem horny, Teddy Bear," she said, her fingers slipping inside my boxers. Her eyes were set on the tent between my legs. Her hand was already pulling my underwear down.

I raised my hips and she yanked my boxers all the way to my knees. My cock sprang out, standing erect and dripping pre-cum in front of my sister's surprised, excited face. Didi's gaze was magnetized to my hardness as she slid my boxers all the way off my legs.

Now it was my turn to feel self-conscious, worrying about my average endowment. But I shouldn't have. With a mewl of lust and a feral grin on her full lips, my little sister wrapped her tiny fist around the base of my cock. She started gently pumping me, her other hand lightly cupping my shaved ballsack.

My glans was already shiny with pre-cum and more fluid oozed out of my piss-slit when Didi lowered her head down and started licking my fat tip like a lollipop. She planted wet kisses on it, slurping up all my clear pre-ejaculate. The soft feel of her lips smooching my sensitive tip made me groan but it was nothing compared to the warm, enveloping caress I felt when she opened her mouth and engulfed me.

Before my stupefied eyes, Didi began bobbing her head up and down. She was tentative at first, but soon she began pushing lower and then retreating to suckle on my cockhead, purring, before taking me deep in her mouth again, gobbling more of me at each plunge. She soon got into a delicious cocksucking tempo, her soft lips sliding wetly up and down my shaft while her tongue lapped the underside of my throbbing dick. I couldn't stop moaning in pleasure as my sister sloppily sucked me off, the tender inside of her cheeks massaging me as she cooed around my girth. Her eyes were closed as she gave me a slow, loving blowjob.

"Oooh Didi... You're so good at this..."

I brought my hands to her head, stroking her hair, panting whenever I felt my glans hit the soft, tight entrance of her throat on the in-strokes. My touch must have encouraged her. The sound of her gagging soon mixed with the chorus of her sloppy sucks and my lustful grunts, as my sister started to force herself further down on my hardness. Soon she was cramming my cockhead into her gullet, constricting me for long, sweet seconds with her throat muscles before letting me glide out until I popped out of her wet, puffy lips.

I was rabidly horny as I luxuriated in the sight of her saliva coating my length while she bobbed faster on my spittle-lubed meat, swallowing me deeper and deeper. A shiver ran up my spine every time Didi slid her mouth up along my hardness, sucking me while purring, slobbering spit and pre-cum on my cock, stopping to nibble on my fat glans, teasing it with her tongue, moaning all the while as she blew me with passion. "Mmhgh!... Mmmph!... Gllhukh... Mmhmgl!..."

In a daze, I watched my little sister sucking me off, my eyes glued to the tight, soft seal of those luscious lips clamped around my girth. I couldn't get enough of the image of Didi's pretty head sinking down as far as she could down my cock, her hand holding me at the base to align my length better so she could take me deeper in her mouth. It was so incredibly hot and sweet at the same time. It turned me on like a shot of pure lust and it filled me to bursting with affection for my silly girl, my irreplaceable, beloved Didi.

I wanted this to last, I wished it could go on and on and on, but there was no way I could resist. The feel, the visual, the sounds, but most of all the realization of what exactly was happening, the reality of the fact that my sister was giving me a blowjob; it was simply too much for me to bear.

"Didi... I'm close... I'm gonna cum soon..."

Didi opened her eyes and looked at me mischievously, her lips twitching. I realized that she was smiling around a mouthful of my cock. My shaft flexed, my climax rushing at me. Didi's head started bobbing faster, her tiny hand fisting me urgently. Her throat vibrated with her muffled moans, massaging my raging erection. I felt my balls draw up and my sperm surge through my length. Then a thought struck me. This is only the beginning. This is just the first time my sister gives me a blowjob. We can do this, and lots more, again and again and again. That's when I came.

"Oooooh fuck!... Oh yeah, Didi, you're amazing!... Aaaargh!"

"Mmmmph!... Mmmh!..."

I threw my head back, closed my eyes and just let go, grunting out my pleasure as I spurted long ropes of cum into Didi's slurping mouth. Her low purrs, mixed with the sloppy, squishy sounds of her sucking and gulping, were making me crazy with lust as jet after jet of my seed kept spraying past those soft lips, splashing against her palate, pooling around her tongue, swirling into her accepting gullet and down her swallowing throat.

My mind was on overdrive at the thought that my little sister had just given a fantastic blowjob and was now gobbling down my thick semen with gusto. She was still sucking me gently, milking me for every last drop of cum, swallowing everything I had to give her.

I opened my eyes again to the sight of my sweet silly girl with her lips wrapped around my glans, her cheeks hollowed out in one last powerful suction as she slowly drew back from my shaft. I shivered at the feel of Didi's tongue darting on my piss-slit to gather any residual creamy dollop. Her eyes turned up to look into my awestruck face as she let go of me with a popping, wet sound. My softening cock plopped back on my abdomen, licked clean.

I was open-mouthed as I watched my sister swallowing down the very last drops of my load. After gulping noisily, she straightened back and sat on her heels between my legs. There was a thin dribble of my seed on the corner of her cum-glossy lips. I reached for it and scooped it up with my finger. Before I knew it, Didi was sucking that last trace of brotherly sperm off my fingertip.

"Mmmh, so this is what cum tastes like," Didi giggled, tucking a raven lock behind her ear, smiling at me. "I could really get used to it, Ted... Well, to yours at least!"

Her words, the admission that she had never tasted a man's cum before, the look of love and passion and wonder in her eyes, it all made my heart race. So she felt it too. She was into this just as much as I was, she saw more of this ahead of us, more of us together, like this. And why shouldn't she, why shouldn't I? We were finally doing what a boy and a girl would do after years spent together knowing each other, trusting each other, loving each other. The fact that we were brother and sister just made our bond even deeper, turning our being together sexually into something even more intimate. I couldn't have been more aroused and more in love with my Didi than I was then. And it seemed like she felt the same way about me.

This realization was like an aphrodisiac to me. I jumped up and took my amazing little s*s in my arms. I kissed her furiously, tasting myself on her mouth and not caring. I ran my hands all over Didi's smooth, creamy skin. I held her close, feeling her warmth and her soft firmness, tracing her lines and curves, pressing her boobs against my chest, wanting to keep her racing heart close to mine.

Didi giggled and yelped as she surrendered to my surging passion. She kissed me back, her little hands touching me urgently, her nails sinking into my flesh when she held me hard, like she never wanted to let go. She squealed when I lifted her up and rolled her onto her back. My hands parted her long, shapely legs. My fingers went to her drenched panties. The outlines of her labia were clearly visible through the utterly drenched fabric.

"Didi, you are so soaked!" I laughed, thrilled to see how horny she was. Sliding her panties down her upturned legs, I kissed her thighs and knees and calves and ankles until I had guided her undies off her feet. I brought the wet, bunched up cotton to my nose, sniffing my silly girl's juices.

Didi laughed, her tits jiggling on her chest. "It's your fault, you got me so horny! I should probably just stop wearing panties from now on, they'll just end up like that anyways... Right, Teddy Bear?"

Again, her words and their implications went straight to my head. "Oh Didi..." I murmured, unable to say anything else.

Burning need and pure love were bubbling inside me as I stared into my sister's face, taking in her beauty. I lost myself as I admired her, here, in the flesh, so close, recalling the countless times that the image of her sculpted visage had flashed in my mind whenever I closed my eyes at night, a face that now was smiling at me with life-long affection, blossoming desire, naughty curiosity. Didi tittered excitedly as I lowered my gaze down her thin neck, her juicy boobs, her smooth tummy, her spread open legs.

It was just a few of seconds, a long moment of awed adoration. Then my arousal took over and I plunged my face between her thighs.

Didi gasped and writhed as my mouth made contact with her labia. I moaned in appreciation as I got my first taste of my sister's sweet juices. They were delicious. My tongue immediately started lapping all over her slit to scoop up more of her intoxicating nectar. I hungrily licked and sucked at her entrance, drinking all of Didi's clear fluid while a constant dribble of her secretions trickled out of her slick hole. When my mouth was coated in her flavor, I paused to take a good look.

Didi's pussy was completely smooth, shiny with dripping juices. Her pink lips were puffy and her clit was an engorged, pulsing nub begging to be sucked and licked and nibbled. Her hairless vagina looked so delicate and pretty that I felt like I was the luckiest guy in the world for being allowed to look at it and touch it and properly worship it with my mouth.

The mere sight of that slick sisterly hole made me pant in savage desire. I clamped my lips to Didi's fleshy flower and started french kissing it, sucking on her nether lips like it was her soft mouth and thrusting my tongue into her hole like it was her throat. While I was making out with my little sister's sweet pussy, my fingertips went to her clit, circling it gently.

"Ooooh yeeeesss!... Ooooh, Ted, that's so good!"

For a while I just ate out Didi's pussy ravenously, sating my thirst for her delicious nectar, basking in her mewling pants of delight. When I unclasped my lips from her labia and began working her clit with my tongue, sucking steadily on that hot pulsing button, my sister started gasping.

"Ooohhh!... Teeeed!... That's... Oooooooooh my god!"

As I licked her clit with a mix of light, quick strokes and deep, long laps, I inserted a finger into Didi's steaming hole. A sort of choked sigh escaped her throat and I felt her hands on my head, her fingers running through my hair. Her moans got even deeper and more urgent when I began fingering her. She was incredibly tight, but she was gushing so much of her sweet fluid that after a while I managed to slide a second finger inside her soft folds, making her twitch.

"Aaaah yeeees!... Yes, finger me... Lick me... Oooooh, it's so good... Aaaaahh!..."

My mouth was still devouring her clit and I had two digits pumping steadily into her pussy when Didi grabbed my hair hard and began bucking her hips into my lapping, munching face. Knowing her climax was closing in, I slurped away at her clit with all I had, increasing my finger-fucking tempo.

"Oooh Ted... Aaaahhh, yessssss!... I'm... I'm gonna... You're making me... CUUUuuuuhhmmfh..."

Didi screamed, high and loud. Luckily she quickly muffled her yell of pleasure by biting into the pillow. Her body was trashing, her eyes were scrunched shut, her pretty face distorted in a priceless expression of ecstasy. I felt her moist, warm tightness clamp and squeeze around my fingers. My mouth was rewarded with a flood of precious girl-cum as my sister's pussy fluttered in orgasm.

There was a look of pleasant shock in Didi's eyes when she finally opened them again. She looked like she had just gotten the most amazing surprise ever. To me, it had always been the best feeling in the world to make my silly girl laugh, to see her smile, to know that I had made her feel good somehow. Now, crouched between her parted thighs, drinking her juices, my mouth and tongue and fingers still busy but more gentle as I let her ride out her climax, I felt overjoyed as I took in the blissful pleasure painted on Didi's sweet face.

"Wow! Teddy Bear, that was the best orgasm I've ever had! I've never had my pussy licked before, it was incredible! You've just ooooh!... Oooooh no, nooo, wait!... Aaaahhh, Ted... What are you... Uuuuhh!..."

The thrill of hearing that I had just given my sister the best orgasm of her life felt even better than the blowjob she had given me. It spurred me on, making me want to give her more.

Didi gasped as I renewed my oral ministrations, her pussy still tingling in the afterglow, the renewed stimulation feeling too intense. Her hands on my head tried to gently push me away at first, but her muffled pleas to stop were already mixed with sighs of delight. I started slowly, just letting my fingers glide into her soaked entrance, letting go of her oversensitive clit for the moment and gently lapping away at her dripping labia instead. Didi's grip on my head relaxed, her half-hearted protests giving way to husky gasps as I kissed her puffy lips and sucked up any trace of her delicious girl-cum from the source.

Soon I was once again treating my sister's pussy to long, deep licks while I pumped my fingers into her until she was purring contentedly on her way to another climax. I started rubbing my thumb over her clit and I could tell she was getting close once more, when an idea struck me.

"Didi, would you do something for me?"

"Uh?..." she said groggily through ragged breaths. "Yeah aaahh... Sure, Teddy Bear... Mmmhhh... What do you want me to do?"

"Hold your legs up against your chest."

I snickered as she cocked an eyebrow and looked at me funny. Her hands went to the back of her knees and she pulled her legs up, exposing her sweet slit even more and now revealing her little anus too. It was beautiful. Tiny, pink, slick with run-off pussy juices, slightly twitching with her excitement, my sister's asshole was beckoning to me irresistibly.

When my tongue made contact with her crinkled hole, Didi's breath caught in her throat for a moment, then she squealed. "Teddy Bear, what are you... UUHH!... OOOHMYGOD!... Uuuhhh!... Ooooh Ted!... Fuck yeeeees!..."

I started poking and licking and slobbering all over her little starfish, making her squirm. When her hands grabbed my hair again, hard, I feared she would pull me away, but she actually pushed my head lower, pressing my face into her offered holes. She was liking it, and that electrified me.

Through a chorus of her choked purrs and breathless sighs, I rimmed my sister's asshole like a man possessed. My finger-fucking digits accelerated inside her pussy and my clit-rubbing thumb circled faster on her nub. In no time, Didi's thrashing body and her broken moans told me that she was going to cum soon and she was going to cum hard.

"Oohhh fuuuck... Oooh my god, Ted... Yeeees yes, keep licking meeee!... Ooooohh fuuuuck!"

I pushed my tongue deeper into Didi's rosebud, the wriggling tip forcing its way into her mollified sphincter. I sealed my lips around her butt-ring and sucked wetly on it. I stopped fingering her pussy and curled my fingers upward instead, running my fingertips along the soft, moist creases and ridges of her vaginal wall beneath her clit, searching for her g-spot.

Maybe it was my tongue wiggling and poking into her anus or my thumb frigging her clit, or maybe I did manage to stimulate her g-spot properly after all. What I know for sure is that Didi suddenly stopped squirming, her body went rigid for a long moment, then she came. Screaming.

"Uuuhhh!... Aahhhh!.. AAAAHHHH!... TEEEEEEED!"

I kept doing what I was doing throughout my sister's monumental climax, feeling exhilarated every time she thrashed and yelled out her pleasure, happy that I made her happy. I relented my ministrations gradually as Didi rode out her orgasm. Eventually I extracted my tongue from her asshole and my fingers from her pussy when her hands finally pressed with some decision on my head, telling me to stop.

I raised my face from between Didi's soaked thighs and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slack. Her expression was exhausted but beatific. The rising and falling of her chest made her tits jiggle hypnotically and a light sheen of perspiration made her whole body shimmer in the warm light of the bedside lamp. My little s*s always looked beautiful, but after such a huge climax she was positively glowing.

I dipped my head down again while she recuperated, gently lapping at her drenched hole, scooping up every last drop of her girl-cum with my tongue, sucking her nectar into my thirsty lips. I tried not to tease her, but I couldn't resist giving her engorged, overstimulated clit some quick licks.

"Mmmh... Nooo, pleeease... Oooh, Teddy Bear... Too much... Mmmhh... Please stop, Ted, enough... I'm mmmh... So sensitive now... Aaaaahh..."

Her whimpers and some determined pushes on my head finally convinced me to let go for real, so I moved to lie beside her. Didi instantly cuddled into me, her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her svelte frame, holding her tight as she basked in the afterglow. I was stroking her hair when Didi turned and looked up, smiling. She kissed me, purring in absolute satisfaction, a dreamy look in her huge brown eyes.

"Hey, silly girl. Having fun?" I chuckled.

Her smile got bigger, and she kissed me again, longer and deeper, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, sucking hard on my lips, tasting her own delicious juices. "Yeah, so much fun, Teddy Bear!"

"No k**ding, I just hope you didn't wake up Mom..."

"Hey, that was partly your fault too, you made me cum so hard!" she quipped.

We both chuckled and Didi seemed to blush. It was hard to tell, her cheeks were still flushed from her orgasm. She looked adorable as we laughed at the thought of Mom woken up by her daughter screaming in orgasm from her son eating her out.

"Don't worry, though. Mom uses earplugs to sleep these days, and she was pretty beat anyways. But seriously, Teddy Bear," she said, pausing to kiss me again. "It was so awesome, you made me cum like crazy! You really are the best brother in the world, Ted!"

"You know I'd do anything for my silly girl, including this," I said, quickly dipping a finger between Didi's moist folds and bringing it to my lips to suck her juices off it. "Especially this, actually! Plus, I liked it too. You taste amazing, Didi, your pussy is so sweet, and that pink little asshole..."

She giggled and nuzzled my neck. "Yeah you really looked like you were enjoying yourself, but not as much as I was! Seriously, Teddy Bear, it was incredible. I never came so much before. Your fingers, your tongue, oh my god!... And what you did to my butt, it was crazy good! I never though it would feel like that, but it made me cum so hard when you licked my asshole and pushed your tongue in, with your fingers inside my pussy."

I listened to her with a smile on my face, the excitement and joy in my sister's voice warming me inside.

"You know, it was the first time I ever got my pussy licked. And I had never given a blowjob before nor tasted cum either, and I'm so happy it was all with you Teddy Bear," she said. Then she paused and her smile faded. "But... I should... Ted, I have to tell you something..."

I saw Didi's face suddenly darken, her mood shifting dramatically. She pressed herself harder into my side but she averted her eyes, turning her face away from mine. I already knew what she was going to say. I just knew it. I swallowed the lump in my throat, steadying myself for what was coming.

"Ted, I have to tell you something..."

I saw Didi's face suddenly darken, her mood shifting dramatically. She pressed herself harder into my side but she averted her eyes, turning her face away from mine. I already knew what she was going to say. I just knew it. I swallowed the lump in my throat, steadying myself for what was coming.

"Maybe you felt it... With your fingers, or... I dunno, but... Well, anyways... I... I'm not... I'm not a virgin, Ted," she murmured in a choked whisper. "I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry, Teddy Bear."

I had somehow expected something like this. Deep down I had know it for months now, since that weird videochat when she had looked so uncharacteristically sad. Still, vaguely foreseeing it didn't make it any easier to accept. A pang of jealousy hit me, stabbing me like a knife in the heart. And yet, what cut even deeper was the pain in Didi's increasingly broken, disconsolate voice.

I held her to my chest and let her talk, listening in silence as she explained that she had sex with a guy from school in the backseat of his car a couple of weeks after her eighteenth birthday, months ago. She told me about the peer pressure from the girls at school, how she was constantly teased and made fun of for never having had a boyfriend, how hard it had been for her this last year without me there and how confused and scared she had been about her feelings for me, and, most of all, how lost and lonely she had felt all the time, how deeply she had missed me and how she could barely manage without me.

By the time she told me about her first time, Didi was sobbing. "I didn't even like it, Ted, you have to believe me... It was so bad... I made him wear a condom even though I'm on the pill... I didn't really want him inside of me I guess, but... It hurt too, I wasn't really ready, not like I am now, all wet and relaxed... I was very tense and it felt uncomfortable... At least it was over soon, though."

Didi told me that she had 'dumped' him the very next day, not that they were ever really together. She confirmed that yes, that was why she had looked like she had been crying that night video-chatting with me. She sniffled and sobbed as she mumbled that she didn't really like the guy that much and she never loved him even for a second. He was just a guy, nobody special. She said she was horribly ashamed now, and she explained that, stupid as it may sound, she had only wanted her confusion and turmoil about me to be over, one way or another. She said that she had felt like she was going crazy back then, clueless and scared and alone.

I hugged her and soothed her, trying to take her pain away. Seeing Didi suffer like that hit me harder than my own pain. I knew exactly what she meant when she said that she wasn't even sure why she did it. When she swore to me that she regretted it every day, I felt like it was me talking through her. I could have said those very same words myself, I thought them often enough. I knew those feelings, I didn't blame her at all. I just held my sister to me, stroking her hair, caressing her anguish away.

"I felt so stupid, Teddy Bear... I let him take my cherry and for what? People stopped teasing me about being a virgin but he told everybody I was a bitch and a cock-tease, that I used him and then dumped him and stuff, so they still talked crap about me. I'm so sorry, Teddy Bear, I did a stupid thing, and I'm so very sorry. I thought about you so much, and in ways that scared me because you're my brother and I figured... But then, after I... I'm so ashamed, Teddy Bear, I was such an idiot and... I shouldn't have... It wasn't supposed to be that way... I... It should... It should have been you, Ted," she whispered, crying.

I could barely breath. I embraced Didi tightly to me, feeling the wetness of her tears on my chest, my own eyes burning. Yes, it should have been me.

I kept listening to her, caressing her, keeping her talking until she had let go of all that bothered her. I believed her with all my heart when she said how sorry she was. When she asked me, an edge of fear in her trembling voice, I said that yes, of course I forgave her completely, and no, I was not mad at her, really. I couldn't be, because I knew all too well what she had been through.

I understood perfectly what she meant when she said that, the moment she was having sex with someone else, she realized instantly and without a doubt that she didn't want anybody but me, that me and her, brother and sister, were meant to be together despite all that society taught us. I felt the same way, and I told her so. Because it was true. We really were meant to be together. One way or the other, now we both knew it for sure.

I squeezed my silly girl to me so hard that she squealed. My heart was beating so fast and my breaths were so labored and short that I thought I was about to die. Before I knew it, I was crying my eyes out. My vision was blurred and my chest was heaving from my racking sobs. Suddenly I felt like I was falling apart from the guilt of leaving my Didi alone and causing all this pain to her with my absence, not to mention the fact that I had had a fling with another girl. I had never cried in front of Didi before. I never felt sad when I was with her to begin with, but beside that, as a rule, I always tried to be strong for her no matter what. Just trying to be big brotherly, I guess. But this... This was too much, I felt too awful.

Through my tear-filled eyes I saw my sister's face turning to me, and I held her even harder. Croaking, barely breathing, drowning in shame, I told Didi about Ally. I admitted that I too had lost my virginity with someone else while I knew in my heart of hearts that it wasn't right, that it should have been with my sweet, adored silly girl. I told her how terribly I regretted the whole Ally business, and I did, truly.

I was desperate as never before while I told Didi that, much like her first time with the guy from school, my idiotic affair had made my feelings for her burn bright, exposing them for what they were: deep, strong, undeniable. I tried to explain how that painful mistake had removed any residual doubt about my love for her, but I didn't expect her to believe me, nor have mercy on me. I had cheated on my beloved sister. I felt horrible, guilty beyond redemption, stuck in the darkest pit imaginable.

I was begging for forgiveness and despairing to get it, when I saw the blurry image of Didi's face draw closer. I felt her soft lips on my trembling mouth, her tiny hands on my face. Her fingers wiped away my tears like I had done for her so many times before, when she was lost in her nightmares. Her soft voice filled my ears, soothing me, calling me back from my despair between tender kisses.

"Don't be sad Teddy Bear, I'm here with you, now. Don't feel bad. It's all gone, it's in the past. We were both confused and scared. And we were apart, Ted, we were alone... But now... We're together, Teddy Bear, we're here! It's alright now, everything's alright when we are together."

"Oh, Didi... I'm so sorry. Please, please, don't hate me. It scared me when I thought of us being... I fantasized about you, I wanted you so much sometimes... And you and me, since we're siblings, it was... But I knew it had to be you, it can only be you. Forgive me, Didi, please."

"Of course I forgive you, Teddy Bear. And I could never hate you, ever," she said, stroking my face gently. Then, with a mirthless laugh she added: "At least you learned something, all I did was throw away my virginity with a moron... It was yours, Ted, I wanted it to be yours, but I wasn't... I was afraid that... Like you said... We are brother and sister and we are told that it's... I knew that you and me were different, but still... And then, when I realized, after I... But it was too late and I just... I'm just so sorry, Ted," she mumbled, sobbing.

"No, Didi, don't cry," I murmured, holding her small quivering body to mine. "It doesn't matter anymore... I love you, s*s. I love you so much, I can't even tell you... This past year, every night, I lay awake in bed thinking about you. I just couldn't sleep without you. I need you by my side to feel complete, because... You're the only one for me, Didi. I love you."

"I love you too, Teddy Bear. All I want is to be with you, always. When you're with me I'm happy, I'm lost and lonely when you're away. I want you near me all the time, Ted, you make me feel so safe and loved. I always feel so lucky when I think about you, when I realize that you're my big brother."

We hugged and kissed and nuzzled, tasting each other's salty tears until we had wiped them all away with our lips. Then we kissed and kissed and kissed. We kept touching and caressing and feeling each other for a long time, calming each other down, rubbing our bodies together, silently saying that whatever may have happened when we were apart was behind us and it shouldn't and wouldn't ruin this. Everything was forgiven and made irrelevant by this, by us, by our love. Our being together now and our will to be together for as long as we could: that was all that mattered.

Time became meaningless while me and my sister kept kissing passionately, holding tightly to each other, floating away in our bubble of sibling love.

At some point in our languid make out session, my hand found its way to Didi's moist pussy and I immediately felt hers wrapping around my cock. I loved the feel of my sister's smooth body pressing against mine and I was stiff in no time from the pumping motions of her tiny fist on my length. She was squeezing me urgently, rubbing my oozing pre-cum all over my shaft. Didi squealed as I inserted two fingers into her soaked entrance. She arched her back, pressing her beautiful pointy tits against my chest. I slid my digits all the way inside her in one slow push. Then I gently pulled them out of her slippery folds, and again I pressed them in.

"Ooooh... Ted... Yeeeesss," she moaned gutturally into my mouth. Didi writhed as I finger-fucked her tight hole. She yelped when I gently added a third finger. Her hand was fisting me faster but more erratically, as if she had trouble focusing on anything else except her stretched pussy, my pumping fingers, the pleasure coursing through her.

At that moment, watching her shiver in my arms, feeling her warmth, sawing my digits into her amazing tightness, hearing her mewls, I wanted my sister like I never wanted anyone before. I needed my Didi, so badly. But I wanted her to be ready. I needed her to enjoy it.

I shifted slightly to kiss her neck. My thumb moved to her thick nub and I began rubbing it in circles. The added clitoral stimulation had an immediate effect. Didi started panting and her pussy leaked even more juices all over my gliding fingers.

"Oohh...Teddy Bear... Uuuhhh... Aaaaahhh yeeeees! Like that... Aaahhh... Oohhh, yeees!"

Keeping up my fingering and rubbing motions, I slid my mouth down my sister's thin neck until I reached a perky breast. A shiver ran through Didi's frame as my tongue lapped its way all around a fat, sensitive nipple. Her hand squeezed my cock harder when I sucked her puffy areola into my mouth. I nibbled at her swollen nipple, grazing it hard with my teeth. Then I bit into it. That pushed her over the edge.

"Oooohhh! You're gonna... Aaaahhh! Make me... Uuuuhhh! Cuuuuuuuum!"

Didi whimpered through her climax. Her hand let go of my hardness as her body went limp in my arms. Her breath was still raspy long after I extracted my fingers from her hole and licked them clean of her sweet girl-cum.

She was so soaked, so mellow and relaxed that I knew she was ready for me. Holding her in my arms, I gently rolled my little sister onto her back and lay on top of her. Didi purred and murmured, enjoying the afterglow with her eyes half closed, while I kissed her neck and lightly sucked at her perfect tits. My cock was rock-hard as I pressed my groin into hers, nestling my shaft between her sopping wet labia. The contact made Didi squeal in delight, and she finally opened her eyes, looking up at me.

While our sexes rubbed against each other, my throbbing hardness sliding along her hot, wet slit, I looked into those beautiful soulful orbs, spellbound. I saw her love for me in their warm light, her desire in their glinting sparkle of passion. My heart was racing, my mouth went dry. I was going to make love to my sister.

I could barely speak, my face hovering a hairsbreadth from hers, our mouths parted and our breaths cut short by the feverish excitement of the situation.

"Didi..."

She grabbed my head with her tiny hands and smashed her lips into mine, devouring my mouth. Lying on top of her, I felt the crazy beat of her heart right beneath the softness of her perky tits. I knew she could feel my racing heartbeat too.

While our tongues and lips battled, I pressed harder into her slick labia, sliding my cock along her snatch, rubbing my glans over her clit. She moaned into my mouth. I could feel my pre-cum dribble out, mixing with her gushing nectar.

When we broke our lip lock, panting, Didi just nodded and opened her legs wider apart.

I positioned my cock at her entrance and pressed forward, my glans pushing into my sister's slippery hole. She gasped as her folds opened for me, her inner lips stretching and clamping around me as I penetrated her.

I groaned as I eased the first inches of my cock into my sister. She was so tight. The softness and warmth of her pussy were beyond amazing, while her flowing juices confirmed her deep pleasure. I kept my eyes on Didi's face as I slowly pushed into her. We were both moaning as her vaginal walls enveloped my hardness in a velvety, wet caress. Didi was biting her lower lip and her eyelids were fluttering. A mix of discomfort and excitement danced on her delicate visage as I pressed into her.

Her eyes popped open and she gasped when I was halfway in and I started probing deeper, easing my way into her most delicate crevices. I stopped to let her adjust to my intrusion, but she nodded again almost immediately, encouraging me to continue. Her tightness was incredible, but she was so soaked and willing that the friction between my invading girth and her accepting hole was reduced to a pleasurable, slick effort.

Turning my gaze down to our sexes, taking in the mind-blowing image of my penis entering Didi's vagina, I was overcome by a wave of affection that hit me like a physical thing. It really was happening. I was inside my sister. At that moment, beyond any possible doubt, I knew this was how me and Didi were meant to be. In love. Together. Joined.