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A brief valentine to love, written in an especially romantic mood. Not much plot, but loads of atmosphere. Hope you enjoy it. ***** I can still remember when I saw her, really saw her for the first time — because that was the moment that would ultimately change everything between me and my sister. Carly was the younger sibling who I’d never paid much attention to, at least, no more than big sisters usually do. Oh, I tolerated her, but being five years younger, she might as well have come from a different generation. To me she was just an awkward kid who always had her nose buried in some book, while I was a typically self-obsessed teen, immersed in dating, fashion and high school society. We got along decently, but Carly wasn’t a huge part of my life until I came home from abroad at the age of twenty-one, after studying literature in France for a year. This story I’m going to tell you took place on my first return to the States, a few weeks after Carly’s sixteenth birthday. My parents had rented a huge vacation home at the beach, and invited my aunts, uncles and cousins to join us for a big family get-together. My plane had just made it in the night before the festivities got underway, and I was so wiped out by the time Dad got me there from the airport that I only had the strength to mumble a perfunctory greeting to my relations, then stumble upstairs to an unfamiliar bed. I was the last to awaken the next morning, and by then nearly everyone had already eaten breakfast, changed into their swimsuits and were headed down to the beach. Carly, however, was still getting ready. I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth, and there was my baby sister, fresh from the shower and toweling her bare body. The gawky adolescent that I remembered had been magically transformed into a golden nymph of breathtaking beauty. She looked better than any girl I’d ever seen naked… and by then, I’d seen a few. You see, I had discovered my lesbian side while in Paris, and had enjoyed a couple of very hot flings with cute French girls not much older than Carly. I stood there, rooted to the spot, taking in the sight of her. My heart throbbed as I stared at her perky breasts and the sparse triangle of down between her legs. She had an incredible little ass, too. Then she noticed that I was staring, and I blurted, “Oh, sorry!” beating a hasty retreat. The next thing I knew, I was sprawled out on the bed in my locked room, naked and fingering myself. When I exploded in a frenzied climax I was actually whispering her name, which only inflamed me all the more. I came harder than I had in a long time. Afterward I felt guilty, getting aroused like that by my little sister. Then I found myself wondering if that was such a bad thing in the first place. I knew that incest was supposed to be wrong, but couldn’t figure out why — other than because everyonesaysit is. That luscious glimpse I’d gotten of Carly continued to prey on my mind, and I couldn’t stop thinking about her şişli escort in a way I knew I shouldn’t. Needless to say, I quickly convinced myself that fooling around with Carly wouldn’t be such a terrible thing. After all, I did love her, and she’d grown into a gorgeous young woman. Most of all, I was eager to experience girl/girl sex again. Getting intimate with Carly just seemed like an amazingly hot idea, forbidden or not. The more thought about it, the more excited I became. Of course, I knew it was just a fantasy — and a stupid fantasy at that. How in hell does a girl make a move on her own sister? I took a quick shower, got dressed and joined the others at the beach. I spent most of the day on a deck chair, sunglasses on so I could study Carly without being noticed. She wore a tiny two-piece swimsuit that showed off her body to amazing effect, and the sight of her proved so enticing that I couldn’t maintain a coherent conversation with anyone. Luckily, I was able to blame my spaced-out demeanor on jet lag from the transatlantic flight. As the hours drifted by, my desire for her only grew more acute. I longed to go back inside and masturbate again, but couldn’t tear myself away. Not good, kiddo, I told myself. Not good at all. How the hell could I get the hots for Carly at a family reunion? The whole situation was so absurd that it made me want to laugh. After a full day of sun and sand we gathered up our stuff, went indoors and started getting ready to go out for dinner. I was one of the last to leave the beach, and when I got inside Mom informed me that the hot water was running out, and I’d best get a move on and take a shower unless I wanted to freeze my buns off. I quickly ran to the bathroom to claim my place, but was too late — someone had beaten me there. Rapping sharply on the door, I called out, “Hey, don’t use up all the hot water, okay?” When Carly opened the door and peeped out, giving me a glimpse of her bare shoulder, my heart started beating like a jackhammer. “Hey, Allie — come on in!” she grinned. “We can share what’s left…” I couldn’t believe my luck — I was going to get to see my sister naked again, only this time, I’d get a really good look. Even better, I’d get a chance to let her see all of me. Trying not to seem too eager, I slipped into the steamy bathroom. Carly had already taken her suit off and was wrapped in a towel. I started to take off my top when she dropped her towel maybe three inches from my face, baring her beautiful body. “Hurry up!” she giggled. “We can wash each other’s backs.” I watched her pert ass jiggle as she entered the shower, then quickly shucked my swimsuit and joined her. As she lathered and rinsed her hair, I took the opportunity to really look her over. Almost without realizing what I was doing, I began to discreetly touch my pussy. When she finished we switched places, and I lathered and rinsed my own hair. As I was doing so, I sneaked a quick peek at Carly, mecidiyeköy escort thrilled beyond words to see her staring at my own nude body. I finished washing, and as I stepped from under the water she quickly looked away, just as I’d done earlier. My head was spinning! Suspecting that Carly was at least a little turned on, I summoned up my courage. Looking her up and down, I said, “Wow, you sure have grown up, sis. I can’t believe you got so sexy in one year!” “Not really,” she giggled, blushing and averting her eyes. “Yes, really,” I shot back. “Girl, you’re gonna have the boys stepping allovereach other to get close to you.” “Like I care!” she snorted, rolling her eyes derisively. “Jeez, the guys at school… nothing but jocks, stoners and nimrods.” Then she shrugged. “I’m not that special, anyhow.” I shook my head in disbelief. “You’re nuts, Carly — I mean, if you could see what I see…” Gesturing at her breasts, I continue. “Look at those tits, they’re perfect!” She lifted a single eyebrow, “You think so?” I know so,” I replied, then decided to go for broke. Steeling myself, I made the bravest play of my life. “Um, Carly?” I asked her, the words suddenly awkward in my mouth. “Can — can I see what they feel like?” Eyes widening, my baby sister slowly nodded her head. I could feel my legs trembling as I reached out with both hands to caress Carly’s breasts, her lips parting when I cupped them. “Mmmmm… that feels really nice, Allie,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.” I could feel her nipples stiffen as I brushed them with my fingertips. Every inch of me was throbbing with excitement, my heart going a mile a minute… then I felt Carly’s hand lightly touch my belly, stroking it. When I made no move to stop her, she grew bolder, her questing fingers slowly gliding downward. I gazed into Carly’s eyes, saw the need in them as her hand deftly slipped between my thighs. I couldn’t believe it — my sister wanted me too! Carly gently grazed my moist labia with her fingers as I drew nearer, my hands sliding around her waist, moving to cup her bottom. We drew together in an embrace, and I pressed my naked body into hers. She moaned softly, her warm lips touching my neck in the softest of kisses. My hand had slipped between my sister’s thighs to touch her lightly-furred vulva, and just as I was about to take the final leap into madness and slide a finger into her pussy — someone pounded loudly on the door. “Don’t get all shriveled up in there!” a male voice bellowed on the other side, and we quickly broke apart. I gritted my teeth, furious. It was our cousin Glen, a totally immature dipshit who lived to be annoying. “Piss off, Glen!” I snapped. I swear I could hear him snicker as he walked away. The interruption had brought us back to reality. Without a word I turned off the shower and we silently dried ourselves, got presentable and hurried out of the bathroom. I was too embarrassed to say anything, but Carly stopped şişli eskort me before we parted to go our separate ways. “Come to my room later tonight,” she said softly, eyes dancing with excitement. Oh, God, I thought I might have an orgasm, right there and then! She turned toward her door with a knowing smile, and I nearly bashed my head on the frame as I stumbled into my own room. I’ll spare you the details about how excited I was. Suffice to say that the next eight or so hours were the longest and slowest of my life. At dinner Carly’s eyes and mine met often, and the anticipation written on her face clearly mirrored what I was feeling. It seemed impossible, but I would soon be making love to my own sister! ***** Midnight. The coast was clear. My only concern had been that little creep Glen, and the possibility that he might ruin everything with one of his practical jokes. I’d dealt with that by taking him aside and letting him know that if he did anything else to aggravate me or Carly, I’d tell everyone about the time I caught him filching my used panties from the clothes hamper. His dad — my Uncle Ray — is an ex-Marine, and has one hell of a temper when riled. Glen was scared shitless of him. Needless to say, my cousin swore up and down that he’d behave himself, begging me to keep quiet. I crept silently into the hallway, naked beneath a thin bathrobe, heart throbbing wildly at the thought of the pleasures awaiting me in Carly’s bed. Finding her door, I eased it open and slipped inside without knocking. The room was in partial darkness, light enough for me to see the figure lying in the bed. Awed, I looked down at her beautiful face, then sat beside my sister, biting my lip as a fresh swell of desire washed over me. “Hey, sis,” she grinned, blushing a bit. “Hey,” I replied, flashing a shaky smile. “Got room in that bed for two?” “Absolutely,” she said, pulling the quilt to one side, exposing her naked body. My heart skipped in mid-beat as I studied her. I gazed adoringly at the swell of her breasts, the nipples so dark and enticing. Then I took in her lower half, admiring the sparse thatch of golden pubes that framed her sex. “You’re beautiful, Carly.” I managed to whisper while untying the belt of my robe. “Do you really think so?” she asked, bashfully glancing down at her nakedness. “Oh yeah,” I nodded as I cast my bathrobe to one side and stood naked before my sister, skin tingling as I felt her adoring gaze. “Jeez, Allie… I’m just a kid compared to you,” she whispered, taking in all of me. “But you, you’re perfect.” “Do you really think so?” I teased, blushing as I found myself arching my back to push my firm, round breasts higher, my hard nipples aching to be touched. “Just hope I’m sexy as you are when I get older,” she told me, eyes on my now moist vulva. I placed one foot on the bed, opening my thighs, trembling as I displayed my womanhood to her, letting her see my sex bloom before the caress of her hungry eyes. I moved onto the bed and her gaze rose to my breasts, lips parted slightly. “We don’t need this, babe,” I told her, pushing the quilt onto the floor. “Let’s keep each other warm.” My fingers brushed their way up her leg, marveling at its smoothness.
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