I was twelve the first time I realized my brother should n't see me naked.
I was 14 when I realized we were n't supposed to sleep together anymore.
Mom never really saw a big deal with letting us sleep in the Saami
bed, even when we got older. She knew we were innocent fry, and
did n't think of each former like that. So, naturally when we we n't up
to the cabin for the summer there was n't a head about Connor, my
brother, and I sharing a room. We 'd always done it, and neither of us
liked sleeping on the rickety old couch Mom kept in the den. She
claimed the antiquated piece of furniture made the place look tasteful, I just
thought it was a waste matter of money.
I breathed in the sassy olfactory property of oak and pine, for a moment I felt
like I was home. My favorite time of year was when we got to visit the
cabin, when I was younger I kicked and screamed when we 'd get out. As, I
got sr. the loss never got easier.
Connor had already gone inside, throwing his luggage on the bed. I
gently sat my bag down. The room was exactly how I remembered ;
the King size bed shoved up against the wall - a mantle folded neatly
on top of it, two night stands tucked against the Wood bed frame. And,
the Brobdingnagian window on the remaining side of the rampart. I tore the pall down
a tenacious clip ago, I loved the natural lighting the window provided. I
loved it even better when it was just the moon, and the ace, and me.
Oh, and Connor.
`` Race you to the lake, '' Connor said popping his head into the doorway.
`` You 're on, '' I grinned flinging off my flipflops and taking off preceding
him. I completely forgot to grap my bathing suit.
Mom called after us, `` be back by sunset ! '' We whooped and yelled in
answer. The trees became a fuzz, and I was focused on Connor 's
racing figure. He was a few paces ahead of me, per usual. I 'd never,
ever beaten him to the lake. Once, I 'd even faked an injury to get the
advantage, that 'd never worked on Connor. He could state when I was
lying, it was like he could see right through me.
Connor and I had always been really conclude, and our bond was further
cemented when our dad died. Connor was 12, and I was 10. He 'd been in
a aeroplane crash, all I could remmeber was how Mom sobbed for what seemed
like day after he died. Connor would come into my room and lecture to me
until I 'd devolve asleep, he 'd tell me about how dad was n't really dead,
just adventuring. He 'd make up such vivid and beautiful stories.
I was so suck into my own opinion I did n't see Connor stop, and
so I ran straight into his back.
`` Christ Jesus Christ, Connor, '' I fell onto my rear end surd, cursing.
`` Shh, you 'll frighten away the duck's egg, '' he hissed fixated onto the lake. I
rolled my eyes, there were three beautiful duck sitting in a rope
on the urine. I hated the stupid things, but Connor found them so
absolutely fascinating for whatever reason.
I scoffed, `` I could have been seriously injured, and all you care
about are the pudden-head duck ? incredible. ``
Connor turned on his hound his middle ablaze, `` you think I care more
about the ducks ? ``
`` N-No, I did n't think of it, I was just joking, '' I stumbled over my
Book, not meeting his gaze.
`` Good, now get up, we 've got a lake to swim in, '' he offered his
handwriting, which I so graciously accepted. I still could n't look at Connor,
I felt entirely too embarassed.
I cursed remembering I did n't impart my bathing suit, `` Connor, I do n't
have anything to swim in. ``
He rolled his eyes stripping off his shirt, `` swim in your knickers,
it 's not like we have n't done it before, you prude. '' I shoved Connor 's
berm before stripping down to my underwear and bra. Maroon
panties, and a mathing bralette. I noticed how his heart lingered a
little longer than usual, I did n't really think anything of it.
Connor was sporting his blueing checkered pugilist, and, good nobleman, was I
captivated by his abs. He did n't induce a six face pack by all way, More
like a four pack. However he was very toned, and I could see his vein
prominantly, and that was something that really turned me on. I looked
away instantly my cheek heating plant with shame, what the hellhole is wrong
with me ? Connor was my brother, sidekick. Not, someone I could openly
fantisize about.
I pushed past Connor before jumping into the cold lake body of water, the
ducks angrily flapped away. I stuck my tongue out at them, good
riddance. The water was common cold, but so freshen. I loved swimming in
raw water, and not chlorinated urine. The bath was never big
enough to fulfil my yearnings.
Connor soon followed suit, making sure to splash me as much as he
could. What an retard, I thought splashing Connor as soon as he
emmerged. I started laughing as he spit the water supply out of his mouth,
'' Why, you little, '' he shouted chasing after me. He snaked his arms
around my waist pulling me close to his bureau, I could feel the warmth
of his human body, and the drubbing of his heart. I felt a familar sense impression
in my crotch field, god, I was so turned on. I instantly pulled away
from my brother, this was so, so wrong. He was just trying to have a
fun time, enjoying the lake, and he had no idea how perveted his
little Sister was being.
`` What 's wrong ? '' he instantly asked, noticing the change in my mood.
`` Oh, nothing, '' I smirked innocently before sending a vast wave of
water at Connor.
He laughed before going after me, this time with a vegence. He
grapped my arm pulling me straight person into his chest, I could feel my
breasts push against his bare chest, the but thing seperating the two
were a thin composition of textile. I felt my nipples poke against his, my
cheeks began to heat up with embarassement.
`` Do n't be ashamed, Laine, '' he said, his centre flashing down to my
breasts, `` it 's just because you 're cold. '' I nodded, not meeting his
gaze.
He gripped my arms tighter, `` seriously, Laine. It ca n't have in mind
anything. You know that. '' His eyes were good of so often chroma, I
started squirming under his gaze.
`` Yeah, of course, I know that, '' I tried to roleplay it off like I was n't
completely, and utterly turned on by my brother right now.
He searched my boldness for a short spell, like there was a blot out
answer or something if only he looked a footling harder, `` good. Now,
let 's go to the cave. ``
The cave was this minor domain under the urine with a diminutive secret
waterfall behind it, we 'd find oneself it accidentally many years ago. Now it
was our favorite spot. I pulled my self up on the diminished rocky country,
under the waterfall - the enterance to the cave - catching my breathe
for a brief moment. Connor pulled himself up succeeding to me.
`` I 'm really going to overleap this, '' he sighed, `` nigh of all I think I 'm
going to overlook you. ``
`` Connor, you 're my brother. You 're stuck with me for spirit, no thing
where you go, '' I shrugged. This was our last year here, well, together
anyways. Connor was going to college in the fall, and I 'd be stuck
with mom, all by myself for the next two years. Connor was going to
college in New House of York, I 'd be lucky if I 'd get to see him once every six
months.
`` I know, but it just seems same things will never ever be like this
again, and that scares me, '' he admitted picking at his nails.
`` Hey, look at me, '' I said lifting his Chin, `` no thing how old we
get, how many minor we have, I will always vex your ass to this
lake. '' Connor let out a low laugh, it seemed forced though, his grin
did n't quite fulfil his eyes.
As his laughter died down Connor and I just stared at each former,
'' you 're so beautiful, '' he whispered taking me completely by surprise.
And, I felt him lower his facial expression towards mine - my brain screamed no, to
pull away, but everyone of my insticts were so prepare for this kiss.
Our lips met and it felt weird, I had n't kissed very many guy, but
none of it had ever felt like this. Connor put his script on my waist
and pulled me into his lap. He deepend the kiss, and I wanted to rip
his clotehs off right there.
But, it was like some shred of me had gained sanity and I pulled
away. My hands shots up to my backtalk, `` Connor, I 'm so sorry. I did n't
mean to, it was an accident, '' I felt tears well in my heart. God, how
could I have been so stupid person as to kiss my brother. My buddy !
`` Laine, do n't cry, '' he said softly, `` I wanted to kiss you. I needed
to kiss you, I could n't go my entire life never knowing. ``
`` Knowing what ? '' I grimaced, turning away from Connor.
`` How I really felt, '' he sighed.
`` And, how exactly do you really feel Connor ? '' I scoffed pulling my
knees to my chest, feeling like a mega idiot.
`` feeling at me, '' he said grabbing my arm, `` I want you to count at me. ``
I turned just enough to see Connor 's face, their was such an
intensity level to it, he leaned forwards and kissed me again. This kiss was
different, athirst and feral, like it was 18 years worth of built up
frustration. I felt my intact consistency melt into his.
`` I love you, Laine. Not the way a brother is supposed to love a
sister, '' he gulped, `` I look at you, and it takes so much self-control
to not hire you right here. You 're so beautiful, especially when you
look at me with those big brown eyes. I 've tried to hide it, to forget
about it, but I ca n't. I ca n't stop yearning for you, to finger you, to
osculate you. ``
`` Then, '' I started slowly, `` what 's stopping you ? ``
At that minute every unmarried moral went out the window and Connor was
on top of me. One hand underneath my waistline, and the other on my
tit. He squeezed and rubbed the pap with his thumb, I felt my
hips grind against his pelvic osseous tissue. Something heavily pressed against my
thigh.
I moaned as he pushed my bra aside and took my boob into his mouth,
his tongue flicked over my teat, his other script gliding up and down
my innerthigh. `` I 've wanted to do this for so long, '' he mummured
before lowering himself in between my legs. He slid off my pantie and
instantly got to work. His tongue slid up and down my moist lips
before he settled on the button. He sucked and licked, and I felt
every single one of my nervus endings light on fire. It was a very good
thing no one could discover us, because I am sure I was screaming by now.
`` Please, '' I begged holding onto Connor 's shoulder tightly.
`` Please, what ? '' he asked lifting his head up.
`` Fuck me, I want to feel you inside of me, every column inch, '' I panted. He
did n't waste a moment before he 'd stripped off his boxers, and was
positioning the tip right wing against my whole.
`` Are you sure about this ? Have you ever had sex before ? '' Connor
asked concern filling his eyes.
`` I had sex with my last boyfriend, Dylan. Only once. And, I 've never
been so sure about anything in my life, I need this, Connor. '' And,
with that he swiftly slammed inside of me. I yelped out in pain, it
took my trunk a moment to adjust to the size. Connor took his metre, he
was skillful and ennoble, as I was practically still a virgin. When I 'd
become better adjusted he starting to push in and out, setting a
rhytmic motion. The pain in the neck subsided and the pleasure took over, I dug my
nails into Connor 's spinal column, panting and moaning as he took me.
Never in a million yr did I think I 'd be having sex with my brother.
Never in a million long time did I think I 'd be enjoying it this a lot either.
`` Harder, '' I managed to gasp out inbetween my howls of pleasure.
Connor did n't need to get a line that twice, he began to squeeze into me intemperately
and faster, and I felt the atmospheric pressure in my body build up. I was so - so
close.
One final Gustavus Franklin Swift thrusting did it, and I was sent sputtering over my edge.
I screamed in ectasy, as Connor continued to shove into me. He
did n't discontinue, making my orgasm that much to a greater extent intense.
He let out a flaccid groan and before I knew it he was cumming too. He
stopped panting, not taking his penis out of me until he was sure
every last drop of cum was out.
`` Jesus, Laine, '' Connor laughed laying next to me, `` you scream like a
banshee. ``
I gasped smacking Connor in the thorax, `` shut up ! ``
`` Do you repent that ? Do you feel bad ? '' Connor asked instantly turning somber.
I crawled on top of him, positioning his semi-hard cock against my
entrance, `` do I regret this ? '' I asked, as he slid into me - very much
easier this time.
I heard him let out a groan as I began to ride him, `` I do n't regret
this one exclusive bit. '' I began to comminute against him firmly, moaning in
pleasure.
`` I do n't reckon I will ever regret this. ``

And, I did n't. Connor and I fucked until we were sore, fucked like
we were never going to see each other again.
I 'm pretty sure this would n't be the last time, but just in slip I
fucked him as hard as I could, in hopes he would n't forget about me
when he went away to college.

I was 16 years old when I realized I did n't like if Connor saw
me naked, or I him, I loved him. And, this kind of love life was n't
something to be ashamed of .