The following week, the big day arrived and their parents left with Ella right after breakfast with a promise to return the following evening in time for dinner. Sarah and Bobby waved from the front door as the car backed out of the driveway. Ella refused to wave or even look at them as she sat in the backseat with tears running down her face.
Once alone, with the front door closed and locked, they looked at each other as their hearts raced. They embraced and kissed deeply and passionately. Then, they began stripping each other which quickly turned into a wrestling and tickling session.
Rolling around on the living room carpet, laughing and gasping for air, Bobby finally managed to peel the last of Sarah's clothes off - her panties as she crawled out from under him in an attempt to escape. She ran up the stairs to get away with Bobby close on her heels.
Retreating to her room for once, she lay on her bed completely naked waiting for him. He walked in, yanked off his remaining clothes and stood before her with his hard cock jutting out.
It was decided that they would take a shower together and spend the morning just hanging out naked. Sarah also wanted to use her room for once, since every other time they had fooled around it had been in Bobby's room or some other place in the house. Bobby agreed that having sex in his sister's bed would make the occasion that much more special.
Over the next few hours, Bobby had a boner that wouldn't disappear. No matter what they did or didn't do - showering, cuddling on the couch, walking around the house - it happily bounced around in front of him like a conductor's baton.
"Maybe you should take care of that thing before we have sex," Sarah told him. "I mean...otherwise...you know..."
"Yeah - you're probably right."
They were in the living room watching MTV where Prince had just finished singing about a girl in a "Raspberry Beret," the kind you find in a second hand store. Bobby rose from the couch where they had been sitting together naked, Sarah reclining back against him.
"You want to watch me jerk off?" he asked politely, since that was one of her favorite things to do.
"No, not this time," she answered. "I'm...well, I'm nervous...and excited." She rose and took him in her arms, looking him in the eyes. "I'm ready. I want you to make love to me, Bobby. I don't want to wait anymore. But...I don't want you to cum too quickly. Just go in the bathroom and...you know...do your thing. When you're done, come to my room and I'll be waiting."
Bobby hadn't thought he could be any more excited but just then he was. He nodded his head before turning and running up the stairs. She watched his ass cheeks bounce along behind him. She loved to look at him naked - front or back, it didn't matter.
Sarah turned the television off, took a deep breath and let her hands slide down her smooth skin, then walked up the stairs and into her bedroom to wait for her stepbrother.
She was lying in her bed when he came in just a couple minutes later. "That didn't take long," she said and chuckled at him.
"I know," he answered before sliding in beside her.
They looked at each other, recognition of what they were about to do escaping neither of them. She was shaking lightly and her breathing reflected her nervousness as well. Her tits jiggled very slightly on her chest, but those long nipples were ramrod straight.
Bobby reached out to touch her face softly. "Are you sure?" He knew the answer but felt compelled to ask just one more time.
She smiled up at him and nodded. "Yes." They continued to stare at one another, eager to begin but neither really knowing what to do or how to start. "I love you, Bobby."
At once, he melted - every muscle in his body relaxed and he glowed. "I love you too, Sarah. Very much."
"Good." She leaned up and kissed him on the mouth.
When she lay back down, Sarah spread her legs and he moved in between them. Usually this meant that he was going to finger or lick her pussy - two activities he loved to perform on his sister. Watching her squirm as he licked inside her or played with her labia was always exciting for him. But, not this time. Now, they were in unchartered territory.
Bobby positioned himself before her, with Sarah's legs wrapped around the back of his. He looked down to see her black muff and pink pussy lips that were already wet. His dick had sprouted back to life and he rubbed the tip of it over her wetness as she quietly moaned beneath him. Finally, he began to push his cock inside - but it wouldn't go. He tried again but couldn't seem to penetrate her.
"Am I doing it right?" he asked, looking down at his stiff member. But, he didn't wait for an answer as he continued trying to push himself inside her.
Sarah was nervous, more than she had thought she would be even with Bobby. Reaching up with both hands, she grabbed his face and forced him to look at her. When he did, bewilderment was all over his face. She smiled affectionately and quietly told him, "Kiss me, Bobby."
He paused to stare at her, then lowered himself and kissed her tenderly on the mouth. Their lips moved in sync as she wrapped her arms around him. Just then, every muscle in her body relaxed and his dick slid right inside her wet pussy as if some invisible barrier disappeared. It was warm and moist inside and he slowly began moving his cock back and forth.
Sarah's eyes flew open. "HO!" she sighed loudly. "Oh my God!" Letting out a long, slow moan, she arched her back to feel him penetrate her. It was the greatest feeling she had ever known. There wasn't even a close second. This was far superior to anything she had ever experienced before. She couldn't believe it, and she wouldn't have believed it if she wasn't feeling it herself.
Bobby's dick slipped and slid back and forth, an assortment of sensations rushing through his body. It was amazing how wonderful it felt and he looked up at his stepsister to see her mouth open and eyes staring at him. She smiled in both amazement and joy.
"Oh Christ, Bobby - mmmm...this feels so good. Holy shit - I can't believe it. No wonder people do this all the time. It's the greatest fucking feeling in the world." She pulled him down on top of her and they kissed, their tongues dancing, tasting each other and feeling closer than they ever had before.
Sarah continued to moan louder and louder as his movements picked up pace. They continued to stare at each other, lost in a feeling of sublime sensation as their bodies responded in unison. "Ohhhhh...Bobby...Oh, I love you so much."
"I love you too," he moaned out. They looked into each other's eyes as they shared a feeling of contentment and gratification.
She relaxed even further, enveloped in warmth as she felt his hardness rub against the inner lining of her hole, probing her cavity deeper and deeper. The friction caused by his penis was amazing - a hard, beating piece of flesh - sending chills and heat through her body simultaneously.
Regardless of the fact that he had just rubbed one out in the bathroom, Bobby whipped out his cock as it spewed nut juice all over her stomach in one long stream. He grunted out loud as another jet of white semen flew out, his eyes wide in astonishment as his body shook.
When it was over and his large mess cleaned up, they lay together as usual and cuddled. He knew Sarah had not been satisfied but he hadn't been able to control or help it. "I'm sorry," he told her quietly.
She could tell he felt bad and didn't want to make things worse. "It's ok. It was the first time."
"Did it feel good at least?"
"Oh my God - yes!" she answered enthusiastically. Better than anything in the world. It was fabulous!"
He smiled and kissed her cheek. "Good."
"We'll just have to try again, that's all," she told him, reaching down to squeeze his hand. "Next time I'd like to cum too."
"How about cumming now?" he asked, then shifted himself down to pull apart her legs. Bobby got in between and began to lick her pussy.
She moaned loudly, "Oh, yes...ok, then. Go ahead," she said, then chuckled as they both began to laugh.
For the next fifteen minutes, Bobby serviced is stepsister - licking inside her pussy, tasting her fluids, while fingering her at the same. She reached climax twice in that time, reaching down and pulling on his hair the second time she climaxed.
They were both spent, their bodies calm and at ease, and they quickly fell asleep in each other's arms.
When they awoke a few hours later, they had sex again. This time, it lasted longer and felt even better than their first attempt. By the afternoon of the following day, Bobby and Sarah had become experts in lovemaking, having performed the act over a dozen times. Each time they got better, responding and reacting to the other as they repeatedly experienced the greatest sensation either had ever known.
Just before they got out of bed and prepared for their parents and sister to return from Ella's tennis tournament, Sarah leaned up and looked at Bobby.
"I want you to know something," she declared.
"What's that?"
"It's not that I love you, although I do very much," she began. "I want you to know that I will always love you, Bobby. Always. No matter what happens in college, no matter how far apart we might be, I will always love you and I will always want you. My body will crave your forever."
They hadn't really discussed going away to college, as that was still a topic too foreign to them. Plus, it brought up a host of uncertainties and questions about what lay ahead. It was going to prove to be a very rough separation.
All Bobby could do - all he wanted to do - was agree with her. "I feel the same way, Sarah. You're a part of me - we're a part of each other - and that will never change. I will always want you too."
Of course, at that moment - at that particular time in their lives - neither of them had any idea what was to come in the future or just how prescient and true their professions of love would turn out to be.
A long, immaculate black hearse pulled out of the United Methodist Church in Dallas onto Mockingbird Lane, beginning the procession of cars through Highland Park on its way to the Sparkman-Hillcrest Memorial Cemetery.
In the leadoff spot, just behind the hearse, was a bright red Honda CR-V carrying three siblings to their mother's graveside service and interment. Behind them, an assortment of vehicles containing many people - some familiar and others not - who had just attended the memorial service which, for the children, was now mercifully over.
Driving the Honda was Sarah, who at 55-years-old looked ravishingly beautiful. She always had, and was able to maintain that beauty as she aged. Her hair was the same chestnut brown it had always been, and matched her eyes, although now it also contained some faint streaks of silver. A trim figure and fair complexion only added to her sexy allure. She resided close by, about fifteen miles or so north of Dallas in Plano, with her husband Brad and two kids from his previous marriage.
Together in the back seat was her younger sister Ella, 51-years-old and a successful senior project manager down in Austin where she lived with her partner Chrissy and their two dogs. She was also slim, about five feet-seven inches in height - making her the shortest in the group - with cropped hair the shade of caramel that conveniently hid any gray and piercing green eyes that never failed to captivate.
She was seated next to their stepbrother Bobby, who was the oldest of the trio beating Sarah by a mere two months in age. A senior IT manager in charge of security at DFW airport, Bobby lived in Flower Mound, northwest of Dallas, with his wife of nearly thirty years. It was more a marriage of convenience at this point as neither he nor his wife seemed the least bit inclined to change things regardless a nonexistent sex life.
Despite all of them being in long-standing relationships, none of their respective partners had come to the funeral. Their mother had been...difficult, never the most accepting or tolerant person. In fact, she had been the least tolerant with her own family. While the neighbors and the Highland Park community saw their mother as a kind and generous woman, those qualities had been in scarce supply inside the Peterson household.
Things had been different with their father, Bobby's dad. He had grown more compassionate with age, doting on his children and freely participating in their lives. Their mother...not so much. Bobby once asked his dad why she was like this. His father then described his wife as a "home devil and a street saint" and said that was pretty much how she had always been. Anyone outside the family thought she was wonderful, while inside the family she was antagonistic at best.
Remembering the constant fights between his parents, Bobby then prodded his father as to why he had ever married the woman in the first place - something Bobby had speculated on often through the years. His father reacted by simply looking at him, smiling in an understanding way and said, "I don't know. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time."
Remarkably, that was an answer Bobby could appreciate as it needed no further explanation. It was something he could relate to perfectly as it applied to his marriage as well. In fact, it just about applied to every situation in Bobby's life.
The ride to the gravesite seemed interminable as they slowly made their way up Hillcrest Avenue to Northwest Highway and finally through the entrance to the cemetery. They took a long and winding casual drive through the memorial park before coming upon what would be their mother's final resting place.
Up ahead a short distance to their right they could see a white canopy where the graveside service would commence. Now, they just had to wait for all the other cars to arrive and line up behind them.
"Ugh..." Bobby sighed. "I don't know how much more of this shit I can stand."
"Just this and the reception afterwards and we're done," Sarah replied. She looked in the rearview mirror and spied her siblings in the back seat cuddling together. Bobby had his arm wrapped around Ella while she rested her head on his shoulder. A slight pang of jealousy swept through Sarah, and for a moment she wished it was her back there in his arms. But, that would come later. She was certain of it.
The three of them had been forced to into a family when they were children, after the girls' mother and Bobby's father married. At first, things had been difficult at best and made even worse by their parents' incessant fighting that was practically a nightly ritual. Ironically, however, it was because of the fighting that the three of them had become close. It was the glue that bonded them in ways completely surprising and unimaginable at the time.
Now, despite living separate lives where they didn't see each other often - maybe a couple times a year - they were still extremely close. Their shared experiences when they were young bonded them then and continued to hold them close all these years later like an invisible salve that comforted and protected them.
"I hope people don't stay too long at the reception," Ella said softly from the back. "All these people, and most of them I don't even know. I'm glad they're here, for mom's sake, but I'm ready to be done with all of this." Leave it to Ella, the compassionate one of the bunch, to think positively about their mother.
And yet, that was almost the most she had spoken to them over the last few days, aside from a dinner they had shared the night before. Although, in addition to being sensitive and compassionate, Ella had always been the quiet and reserved one, much more comfortable with herself and with her own thoughts than with others.
Sarah looked out across the cemetery. "Well...the reception is scheduled for a couple hours and I'm prepared to leave at the end. I'm glad we decided not to have everyone over to the house. I don't think I could bare that. Having it here...we can just leave when it's over like everyone else."
"Yes we can, and with nothing to clean up afterwards" Bobby chimed in. "And I don't think people would say anything even if we left a little early. We're in mourning. I'm sure they would understand."
There was silence for a few moments before Sarah continued. "Jesus - we sound heartless. But, strictly speaking for myself, I can't help it. I know somewhere mom is shaking her head, disappointed in us once again for not doing things exactly as she would have wanted."
"But we did," Bobby objected almost immediately. "We have done everything exactly as she wanted and requested. That doesn't mean we have to enjoy it too, does it? She can't have everything."
All three of them erupted in laughter - the first genuine, hearty laugh they had shared together this entire weekend and it helped to relax them. At least now, in a very small way, they felt prepared to carry on with their duties.
As groups of people slowly made their way over to the canopy, Sarah said, "Well, I suppose we should go." And with that, the three of them exited the car and made their way to the gravesite along with the others.
Bobby stood at the foot of his mother's casket, which had been place on the metal contraption that would eventually lower it into the ground. Sarah stood to his left, Ella to his right, and he wrapped an arm around each, pulling them close as the minister began talking.
Regardless of how Bobby may have felt about the woman being buried, she was the only real mother he had ever known and was very grateful to her for bringing Sarah and Ella into his life. There had been some hard times growing up, but it's that way for everyone. At the end of the day, he loved his sisters completely and took comfort in knowing they loved him too. For that - if nothing else - he would always be grateful to his parents.
As the minister talked, Bobby scanned the crowded group of mourners and let his mind wander off to some long-ago distant past. Back to a time when life was just beginning for him and his siblings, when it seemed all things were possible. When everything he wanted was right in front of him, or just around the corner, and all he had to do was reach out and grab it. It was amazing how much things had changed...and how much things had remained the same.
IV
It was May 1988 and Bobby had returned home from Baylor University where he had completed his junior year. Rushing out to greet him as soon as he pulled into the driveway was Ella. She had just celebrated her 18th birthday the previous week and was now mere days away from graduating from Highland Park high school.
"Oh, Bobby!" she squealed, flying into his arm and knocking him back against the car.
"Whoa!" he responded as his butt slammed against the door handle. "Somebody's happy to see me."
Ella wrapped her brother in her arms, nestling her face against his chest. "I'm very happy to see you," she replied quietly before kissing him on the cheek.
Bobby hugged her back enthusiastically, comforted in her arms and excited to be back home if only to see Ella again as they had become closer than ever in his absence. He kissed the top her head, covered by short, light brown hair that complimented her deep green eyes.
As they separated, Bobby got a good look at his younger sister. She was a stunning beauty and seemed to get better looking each time he saw her. He reached out and took her hand as she guided him into their very large house on Beverly Drive.
Ella had been counting the days for Bobby's return and was thrilled to finally have him home again. She missed him terrible when he was away at college as they had grown very close to each other the last few years. He was her big brother - her protector - and the only guy she ever really felt comfortable around.
But there was something else as well. She had always been attracted to Bobby, and the older she got the more attracted she became. He stood over six feet, had a lean and muscular body with brown, disheveled hair that was a bit of a mop top, and gray eyes. To Ella, he was a dazzling male specimen and someone she longed to give herself too.
Despite growing up in the '80s when the AIDS epidemic emerged and frightened an entire generation of teens away from sexual promiscuity, Ella had still experienced a few things, particularly just recently when a number of guys - and girls - seemed to finally take notice of her. But, it was Bobby who had her heart, even though he didn't know it. Nobody knew it. But...it had always been that way for her, ever since she and Sarah moved in with him and his dad years earlier.
Yet, Ella was in possession of another secret as well - one that she had kept to herself for over three years. She knew her two older siblings were sleeping together and had been since they were seniors in high school themselves. Of course, they thought nobody knew - that they had outsmarted everyone and had hidden their lust for each other. But Ella knew and had known since the very beginning.
Naturally, she had kept this secret to herself because it made no sense to reveal it - not until such time as she needed to expose them. Now, however, if things went her way, she was intending to use that piece of information in order to get what she wanted. It was finally time for her to get what she wanted for once.
Over the next couple of hours, Ella and Bobby hung out together in the living room where they snacked on cheese and crackers as he brought his sister up to date on everything he had done since last they had been together the previous Christmas. As usual, the television was set to MTV where, at present, Whitney Houston was asking, "Where Do Broken Hearts Go."
Bobby honestly didn't have that much to report. His life was going well down in Waco where he was studying technology, and he belonged to the Kappa Omega Tau fraternity. He had acclimated well to college life and seemed to enjoy it more with each successive semester. He also had a pretty active sex life, casually dating several girls and fooling around with even more. However, he refrained from divulging any of that to his sister - although he would tell his other sister, Sarah, all about it when she came home in another week. They always shared all their experiences as it seemed to heighten what they did together.
Ella, however, was a regular chatterbox and did most of the talking anyway as she recounted every little detail that had transpired over the past five months. In addition, she was very excited to be graduating high school and was ready to go to the University of Mississippi in the fall. Her eagerness was contagious and Bobby grew increasingly excited for her as well, informing Ella that she was going to have the time of her life.
Later on, after they returned home from dinner with their parents at the Dallas Country Club, where the Peterson family were members, Bobby headed upstairs to his room as Ella called out to him.
"Um...Bobby?" she asked.
Halfway up the stairs he stopped and turned around to look down at her. "Yeah?"
"Do you want to come and see my new room?"
Ella's "new room" was really a converted apartment that had been built over their three-car garage. Once Bobby and Sarah had moved out a few years earlier, Ella didn't like being alone upstairs anymore. Their house on Beverly Drive was a massive structure that made her feel completely isolated and alone, especially as her parents spent many evenings at the club.
Her initial gentle suggestions with her parents to convert the space over the garage eventually turned to pleading and then so she could have a place unto her own and wouldn't be left all alone in the huge manse they called home. Her mother, naturally, had been against the idea right from the start but her father finally acquiesced and paid to have the entire area renovated according to Ella's own particular specifications.
Everything had finally been completed just a few months ago, so this would be the first time Bobby laid eyes on his sister's new place. "Sure. I would love to," he answered enthusiastically.
Ella responded with excitement. "Great! Just let me go straighten things up a bit. Meet me there at...say 10:00pm?"
"I'll be there," he answered before Ella turned and hurried away.
Bobby walked the rest of the way up the stairs and into his room. Once inside, he breathed a sigh of relief. Now he was really home. Nothing made him feel more comfortable and secure than being in his bedroom. It was the one place in the whole house - the whole world - that was truly his.
He kicked off his shoes and walked over to switch on the stereo that sat on top of the bureau beside his bed. It was set to 97.1 KEGL, "The Eagle." George Michael was singing about a "Father Figure" and asking for someone to put their tiny hand in his.
Bobby stripped down to his boxer shorts and flopped on the bed. Folding his hands underneath his head, he stared at the far wall and listened to the music. It had been one of his favorite pastime activities growing up in this house, although back then he usually was forced to listen to the music competing with his parents fighting downstairs as he wondered why they had ever married in the first place.
Right now, however, he thought about his stepsister Sarah as his dick sprouted inside his boxers. She would be returning from Auburn University in another week and he was anxious to see her again...and to have sex with her.
Bobby and Sarah had been messing around together ever since they were eighteen and seniors in high school, and it had brought them very close together. What had started out as innocent explorations on their part soon blossomed into something much more meaningful and emotional for both of them. That summer before they left for college, they had sex together for the first time. Losing their virginity to each other had been the culmination of several months of sexual promiscuity and cemented the bond between them.
Separating had been the hardest thing either of them ever had to do, but it happened nonetheless as they moved to college and away from one another. Of course, they exchanged letters and phone calls from time to time but those grew less and less as they got acclimated to new surroundings and carved out new lives for themselves.
However, there was always Christmas and summer breaks to look forward to and Bobby and Sarah would pick right up where they left off, having sex and fooling around practically on a daily basis. They found places in the house - such as the garage, the backyard shed, and the small office adjacent to the library - where they could hide for a little bit while she gave him a quick blowjob or they could fuck doggy-style. Yet, perhaps their favorite activity, and probably as a result of how everything had started between them, was masturbating in front of each other. They really enjoyed watching each other.
When break ended, they would say goodbye once again and head off to their other lives.
Strangely enough, regardless of their lives apart - and their separate sexual adventures - Bobby and Sarah remained extremely close on both a physical and emotional level. In many ways, they were each other's first love despite the fact that they shared parents. Everything they had ever done together initially had been a first for each of them and it bonded them permanently. No matter what happened when they were away at college, when they came home, they came home to each other and their secret relationship. It was a comfort to them both and something they each looked forward to greatly.
As Bobby lay in his bed, he visualized Sarah naked - her gorgeous body, tear-shaped tits and the longest nipples he had ever seen - and he began to jerk on himself. He couldn't help it. It always happened when he thought about Sarah and fantasized about being with her again. He removed his boxer shorts and spread his legs as he began masturbating in earnest.
Before long, his vigorous jerking produced the expected result as white spunk flew out the end of his hard cock and landed all over his stomach.
After cleaning up, Bobby resumed laying on his bed listening to the radio. He slowly began to nod off, but forced himself awake because he had promised Ella he would visit her room above the garage. He looked at the digital clock mounted on top of his desk and was surprised to see it was already several minutes past ten o'clock. "Perfect timing," he said out loud to nobody.
Reaching down, he flicked off the stereo just as "Anything For You" by Gloria Estefan & the Miami Sound Machine came on. "Perfect timing for that too," he concluded, standing up and putting his clothes back on.
Bobby walked downstairs to a deserted living room, a lamp in the corner providing a faint yellow hue which was the only light in the expansive house. He presumed his parents had already retreated to their half of the upstairs, which included the very large master bedroom as well as a sitting room and an elaborate bathroom.
He made his way through the kitchen and out the side door that led to the garage, through that cavernous space and out a back door in the far corner. From there he walked up quite a number of wooden stairs that brought him to a small landing and the door to Ella's new digs. He rapped on it.
He heard Ella's voice from inside. "Come in. It's unlocked."
Bobby opened the door and stepped into her "room" and was immediately astounded. It was an absolutely huge living space for anyone much less an eighteen-year-old. There was a snug little foyer area with a kitchen to his left and a very spacious living room on his right - complete with a couch and loveseat combination, a television in one of the back corners as well as a stereo system in the opposite one. Straight ahead, in an adjacent area, there appeared to be an enormous bedroom with an adjoining bathroom.
"Holy shit...," he exclaimed in disbelief. This was the perfect set-up for anyone, and definitely for any senior in high school. It was like a dream.
"You like it?" Ella called out from what he guessed was the bedroom.
"Absolutely! This place is fucking amazing."
"I know!" she agreed. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right there."
Bobby honestly didn't know what to make of it all, and he had to admit to being more than a little jealous, but he was glad for Ella. She always seemed to get ignored or sidelined, maybe a product of being the youngest, he didn't know. But, he was happy for her and that she had a place to call her own. It was perfect.
The television was turned to MTV, of course, always Ella's number one choice of stations, where George Harrison was singing "Got My Mind Set On You." Bobby took a seat on the couch to wait for his younger sister.
Just then, she appeared in the entrance way to her bedroom. Ella was wearing a beige halter dress that was completely see-through - exposing very clearly that she had nothing on underneath. Leaning against the door frame, she stared at Bobby and waited for his reaction.
His mouth dropped open while his eyes widened appreciably. "Ella," he gasped, unable to even catch his breath. She was stunning. Beyond stunning even. She was immaculate and sexy at the same time - and exceptionally beautiful. He had no words. All he could do was stare.
Ella enjoyed every second of his attention, especially having waited years for this precise moment. She walked slowly, seductively across the living room to stand directly in front of him. With the light to her back, she knew he could see every bend and curve of her naked body - which was proven by the way his eyes roamed all over her nude frame.
From her head down to the tips of her toes, Ella was gorgeous. Her short hair exposed a milky white neckline that sloped down to her chest. She had two small, perky breasts that stood out before her, and they were capped with cute, rounded pink nipples. A flat stomach gave way to her pubic mound, which was covered by trimmed black hair in the shape of an inverted triangle - almost like an arrow pointing downward to her labia, which was the only part of her body he couldn't see clearly. Short legs stretched down to her pretty little feet and ten perfectly painted red toe nails.
Bobby could hardly breathe. In fact, he was sure he had stopped breathing as Ella continued to stand before him watching as his eyes scanned every inch of her skin. The only thing he was conscious of was Michael Jackson singing, "The Way You Make Me Feel," and he chuckled for a brief second in spite of himself over the irony of hearing that particular song at this precise moment.
"Are you okay?" Ella asked somewhat sardonically.
Bobby searched for his voice, but none was to be found. Only heavy breathing could be heard from him as his eyes wandered back up her body. When they met hers she smiled at him.
"You like it? My new dress?" She twirled and the dress billowed out toward him where he saw her small, firm ass underneath.
He mouthed the word yes, but it was inaudible. All Bobby could do was continue to stare open-mouthed at his stepsister.
Ella untied the straps on her shoulders that kept the dress in place and let it slide off her body. Taking a step forward, she stood directly in front of Bobby in her birthday suit. "I want you Bobby."
A noticeable silence descended as Bobby stared straight ahead at her fluffy bush where two pink labia were now clearly visible. So many thoughts raced through his head he found it impossible to comprehend anything much less speak aloud.
She reached down, took him by the hands and pulled him up. When they were standing in front of each other, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a tight embrace. Their lips met and she finally, at long last, kissed her brother.
Without even realizing what was happening, Bobby relented and gave in to his sister's embrace. He kissed her with a yearning he hadn't known he possessed. And, truthfully, up until that moment it hadn't existed. He tasted her sweet breath and pulled her tight against him. He could feel her tits pressing against his chest as their tongues gently explored the inside each other's mouth.
All at once, sense took hold of Bobby and he stepped back. Swallowing hard, he tried to catch his breath. "Ella..." he gasped, then turned and limped away. He couldn't look at her and he couldn't wrap his mind around what had just happened. This was crazy!
She remained standing in the living room of her apartment, waiting for him to get a grip on the situation. She said nothing, she didn't even move. But, she didn't cover herself either. It was too late for that now anyway.
Several minutes went by before Bobby said anything. His mind searched and probed for the right thing to say but there was nothing but static as his heart continued to race inside of his chest. Finally, he turned to face her "Ella," he repeated. "I don't understand."
"Really?" she replied sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.
"But why?" he answered, shaking his head in obvious disbelief.
"Because I love you Bobby. I always have...and now...now I'm old enough to do something about it."
"I don't understand," he repeated, a look of profound confusion all over his face.
"Oh...I think you do," she answered. "Come over here and sit down."
He did as directed and sat back down on the couch just as Billy Ocean began singing, "Get Outta My Dreams, Get Into My Car." Ella bent a leg and sat down beside him at a sideways angle - her perky tits staring him in the face.
"Look...Bobby..." she began softly. "I don't know how else to tell you this, so I'm just going to come right out with it."
His focus shifted from her chest to her face as a look of concern came over him. "Ok," he answered softly.
Ella drew in a deep breath and proceeded. "I know all about you and Sarah, ok? I've known for several years and I've kept it quiet. There was never any real reason to tell anybody anyway. But...well...I've always been attracted to you Bobby. Ever since we were little. You were always there for me - my protector - and I've loved you for as long as I can remember. It's not fair that Sarah gets you all to herself. I want you too."
Bobby could not have been more shocked. It was a stunning revelation - all of it. His eyes went from her, to the television, the wall and then back to her. He opened and closed his mouth several times but said nothing. There was nothing to say and he really didn't want to repeat that he didn't understand for the third time.
After waiting for what she considered an appropriate time, Ella spoke again. "All I'm saying is that it's my turn now and...well...Sarah is going to have to learn to share you. You're the only guy I've ever wanted."
When Bobby continued to remain silent Ella didn't know what to do. She had thought, incorrectly it now seemed, that he would want her too. She assumed when he saw her naked that would do the trick. It worked on every other guy she knew.
"Say something Bobby. Don't keep silent. I need to know what you're thinking," she asked quietly.
After a couple more deep breaths, he ran a hand through his mop of brown hair before looking at her and smiling. "I'm conflicted Ella. Really fucking conflicted." It was the honest truth.
"Why? I mean...if you think I'm a virgin or haven't experienced anything you're wrong - about all of it."
He did a double-take for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. Ultimately, he answered, "No...not about that. I...I hadn't thought about that at all actually." But then he realized he was her older brother and he immediately became her protector once again. "What exactly have you done and with whom?"
She tilted her head sideways and gave him a hard stare. "That's really none of your business, Bobby," she answered pointedly. "Just know that I have fooled around with some guys and I have fooled around with some girls. And I have had sex. I've had experience. That's all you need to know."
All at once, Ella seemed the older and mature of the two. "Ok, ok..." he said with some irritation. "You're right. I don't want to know anyway."
"Then, what's the problem?" Ella shifted in her position to face him directly.
He stared back. "It's just that...," he began before a sudden thought occurred to him. "Just a minute. How did you know about Sarah and me? Did she tell you?"
"No. She didn't have to," she answered honestly. "I know you two thought you were hiding it, and from mom and dad you did. But - seriously? It wasn't really hard to figure out what was happening."
It was another shocking admission to Bobby. All this time he had been under the impression that Sarah and he were messing around without anyone else being the wiser when in fact Ella had known all along. He just shook his head and stared down at the newly installed gray carpet.
"Alright," he finally said. "Does Sarah know that you know?"
Ella scrunched her face and giggled. "Oh, please! You think I would tell her?"
"Look...Ella...," he began, trying to get things back on track. "It took Sarah and me a long time to do anything together, and even longer to come to terms with it. In fact, it's something we are still trying to come to term with - or, at least I am. But, you...tonight...it's all a bit sudden."
"Hmmm...maybe to you it seems that way, but I've been waiting years for this."
"But you're my sister!" he exclaimed, although he knew the moment those words came out of his mouth it was an extremely weak defense considering he had messed around with Sarah and she was his sister too.
Ella also recognized his statement for what it was and looked at him with profound incredulity. "First, I'm your stepsister. We're not related, but you already know this. Which brings me to the second point. Sarah's your sister too and you have no problem having sex with her!" Her bottom lip started to quiver and she stood up immediately cursing herself for being so goddamn sensitive.
Bobby had hurt her feelings and he got mad at himself. He hated hurting Ella, always had. Upsetting anyone else never bothered him, even when it was Sarah. But causing Ella pain had always made him feel like a dick. It did so now. He rose and embraced her from behind. "I'm sorry, Ella. Please don't cry. It's just...well, I mean...this is all a bit sudden to me. I don't know what to do or think."
She rounded on him. "Don't you think I'm pretty?"
What an interesting choice of words she used. It was how Sarah had described his penis the first time she saw it, although the description seemed a million times more accurate now. He smiled broadly at her. "Of course I do, are you kidding? You are absolutely beautiful - stunningly beautiful in fact."
"Then why don't you want me?" A single tear ran down her cheek as she looked at him. Her green eyes were luminescent, even in the semi-darkness.
"Oh, Ella...it's not that simple," he answered. Turning away from her, he walked to the back of the room before facing her again. "Of course I want you. I'm only human enough to want you. How could I not? Just look at you! Plus, you're a gentle and sensitive and kind person...things that make you even more beautiful. But, well...it was hard enough coming to terms with Sarah. I don't know if I can go through that again."
"Why are things so different? Don't you love me too?" she pleaded with him.
"I love you very much Ella. I always have."
His words helped, a little. But, she was still hurt. "You just prefer Sarah, is that it?"
"It's not that simple Ella. I...I don't prefer anyone."
"Yes you do! You've chosen her over me."
"I haven't chosen anyone either," he urged.
"Yes you have!" she yelled. Picking up her beige halter dress, she ran into her bedroom.
For a moment Bobby stood there and hung his head. He didn't know what to do. Jesus...what a fucking predicament this is, he thought to himself. Looking at the television, he saw the Pet Shop Boys singing "What Have I Done To Deserve This," and started laughing. "Brilliant fucking timing," he said to an empty living room. It was like MTV was remotely broadcasting only to his sister's apartment above the garage and directly for him.
Bobby thought he had no choice but to leave, but he didn't want to. He couldn't leave with things the way they were, so he walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator hoping to find something cool and refreshing to drink. To his surprise, there was beer. And not just any beer but Shiner Bock, his favorite. He wondered if Ella bought it specifically for him.
"Can I have one of these beers?" he called out.
"Sure," came Ella's muffled answered.
Reaching in, he grabbed a beer and flicked off the cap. Then it hit him like a bolt of lightning. "Hey - wait a minute. What are you doing with alcohol? You're not 21."
"So?" she answered.
Good answer, he thought. Christ, alone in a huge place all to herself, Ella could do and get away with anything she fucking wanted. He tipped his glass towards her bedroom in a silent salute - one of profound awe and little bit fascination as well - and proceeded to drink. She was a little devious one, wasn't she? Had she always been like that and he hadn't noticed?
As he sat at the table drinking his beer, Ella came back out. This time she was dressed - frumpy sweat pants and a white tank top. She wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples poked out of her shirt in a tantalizing manner. Like two covered eyeballs that were focused directly on him. He couldn't escape their penetrating gaze.
"I'm sorry," she said, pulling out a chair and seating herself.
He held up a hand. "Don't apologize Ella. Really. There's nothing to apologize for."
"I made an ass of myself, for one." She still couldn't look at him.
"No, you didn't. Not at all. I...you...were very brave to tell me everything you did. I just..."
"Can't. Yeah - I got it."
Bobby gave her a hard look. "How the hell would I explain it to Sarah?"
Ella stared back at him as if he was the dumbest person she had ever met. "That's what you're concerned about? How you would explain everything to Sarah?" She paused hoping he would catch on but he only looked at her with a blank expression. "You wouldn't!"
"I don't understand," he said once again, possibly the only thing he knew how to say with any conviction.
"What's to understand?" she answered with frustration and hurt. "You've been doing your thing with Sarah behind everyone's back without any hesitation. Why would it be any different for us? Maybe we can have a secret or two of our own. Did you ever think about that?"
He hadn't and it showed all over his face. "Oh, Ella..." he began after a convenient stall. "You wouldn't want to do that. You would end up hating me for the rest of your life."
"Like Sarah hates you?" she answered sarcastically. "I don't think so."
"It would be wrong." When Ella opened her mouth with a ready retort Bobby quickly raised his hand for silence and continued. "Look...it's wrong for Sarah and me to do what we do, but somehow...I don't know...we've adjusted to it or gotten used to it. For me to take advantage of my other sister would be...Jesus, just awful. No?"
"Who's taking advantage of who exactly?" She was beginning to get agitated all over again. "I'm the one throwing myself at you. I'm the one who wants you. I'm the one who...who's been in love with you for years! I would be taking advantage of you, but clearly you can't allow yourself to do that."
There was silence for several minutes as Bobby processed the situation. On the one hand, despite jerking off earlier his dick was rock hard. Also, the thought of fucking Ella was a huge turn on and, from a physical point of view, he wanted her badly. On the other hand, this was his younger stepsister who he loved very much. She had always been kind and accepting of him, even when they had first met and didn't know each other well.
But then there was Sarah - what the fuck was he supposed to do about her? She would be home in another week and would expect to resume their sexual activities. How was he going to handle that, especially if he did anything with Ella? His mind was tangled in a knotted web.
He looked over at Ella, who was staring at him thoughtfully waiting for him to say something. At last, he sighed and said the only thing that came to mind. "I wouldn't even know where to start, Ella. I mean...Sarah and I just kind of stumbled into it. We were the same age and feeling the same kinds of things. It was different."
She leaned over the table and reached for his hand. When he took it, she answered, "Kiss me. Just like you did before. That was wonderful."
What an unbelievable twist this was for Bobby - almost surreal. That was essentially how he had begun things with Sarah, by kissing her. That very first night when all they had done was expose themselves to each other. They ended with a kiss - a powerful, deep kiss that affected them both profoundly. And it was their kissing that had always been the best part of their encounters, the thing that connected them together in both a physical and emotional way. Now, it was Ella who was asking for a kiss. The irony was palpable.
"Please Bobby?" she pleaded when he didn't answer. "Kiss me and see where things go, when you're comfortable."
"I have a feeling I know where things will go," he replied with a chuckle.
She squeezed his hands and he looked at her. "Then let me love you. Let me take care of every need you have and satisfy you every way I can," she answered sincerely. "What's wrong with that?"
Bobby looked into her eyes - those radiant green orbs that betrayed her age and wisdom. He was captivated, and that was when he knew he was powerless to resist. He wanted Ella every bit as much as he had ever wanted Sarah - as right or as wrong as that was, it was the truth. My God, he thought. I don't deserve this, or her.
Getting up from the table, he walked around to Ella and she rose to meet him. They embraced, looked at one another for a moment and then began kissing in earnest.
Almost instantly they relaxed in each other's arms - Ella practically melting into his grasp. Their kissing was slow, tender expressions of love. She felt so good in his arms that Bobby could hardly believe this was his stepsister. It was already more meaningful to him than any other sexual experience he had ever had - besides Sarah. Maybe the fact that they were stepsiblings added something extra special to the occasion rather than detracted from it.
His mouth slowly moved to her cheek, down to her chin, and finally to her neck, where he began sucking on it as she moaned softly in response. "Ohhhh Bobby..." Her hand slipped down to find the stiffness in his pants and she squeezed.
Shortly, they resumed kissing. It seemed this was something the two of them also did exceptionally well and Bobby marveled at the extraordinary coincidence. He had kissed plenty of girls at college and none of them were as good as his sisters. That realization caused him to chuckle, which ended their kissing as Ella looked at him in confusion.
"Sorry," he said, shaking his head. "I just thought of something funny. It's nothing." But when Ella's look of confusion turned to mild irritation he confessed. "I was just thinking about how the greatest kiss of my life came from my sister." He felt no need to elaborate further or mention just how good Sarah was at kissing either.Ella beamed at him and bit her bottom lip. "You're pretty good too." She took him by the hand and led him back into the living room. Within seconds, she had removed all her clothes to stand before him naked for the second time. "Touch me, Bobby. Touch me all over."
And he did, roaming his hands over her exposed skin. He cupped each breast and sucked on her cute, round nipples. Then he slithered his hands down her stomach to run his fingers through her muff before sliding them over her wet pussy. All Ella could do was stand there and moan, which she did at an increasing volume.
"Let's go in my room," she insisted after a bit.
She led the way and he stared at her small, tight ass as it swayed in front of him. When they entered and walked over to her bed, Ella turned around and lifted his shirt up and over him. It fell to the ground as she reached out to feel his hardness again. "I want to see you naked."
Her brother didn't answer - he didn't need to. As she sat on the edge of the bed Bobby stripped for her, and when his hard cock bounced upwards Ella exhaled loudly. "Oh wow! That's a very nice penis Bobby."
"Thanks," he said with a twinkle in his eyes. "I've always liked it."
They chuckled together, finally relaxed enough to have fun. "I can see why," she answered.
From the edge of the bed, Ella dropped very slowly onto her knees before him. Her hands caressed his legs as she stared at his pulsing member. Taking hold of it, she kissed its tip before running her tongue up the entire shaft as Bobby sighed loudly from above.
Very slowly, almost seductively, Ella took his cock into her mouth inch by inch until it was fully devoured. She stroked it gently in unison with her sucking. Hand and mouth went down, her tongue swirled around it, then hand and mouth moved back up...again and again as Bobby looked down to watch his younger stepsister give him one of the greatest blow jobs of his life.
He could feel his body warming and building toward climax, but then Ella took his dick from her mouth and kissed it one last time before standing up. Their naked bodies embraced, nice and warm against each other's skin as hands glided over their backs and asses.
"You feel great in my arms," he whispered to her.
"You do too." She stared up at her big brother. "Make love to me Bobby...I've waited so long."
Kissing her cute little nose, he smiled brightly at her. "I would love to."
Ella turned and pulled the covers of her bed down as they slid underneath. They resumed kissing, their bodies heating up as their hearts raced inside. Slowly, as they rolled from side to side, Ella positioned herself on top of him without their lips ever parting.
Straddling him, she slipped downwards carefully until she felt his boner. Lifting her ass slightly, Ella reached around and guided his hard cock inside her wet and waiting pussy as it slipped inside with ease.
"OH!" she whispered out loud as the feel of his hardness penetrated her. Ella looked at him and smiled. "Oh, God, that feels so good Bobby."
Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled Ella close. "Yes, it does," he said before they kissed again.
Slowly, rhythmically, Ella moved her body over him - her pussy gliding up and down on his dick as they remained locked in an embrace. Her face contorted as she moaned out loud.
Their breathing quickened and beads of sweet emerged on their bodies as Ella's ass picked up its pace on his firm instrument. She looked at him - her eyes squinting and mouth slightly opened in ecstasy as she rode his dick while groaning with every movement.
Bobby lay back and let his sister do the work as he enjoyed watching her. He had been with his fair share of women, but he had never felt like this with anyone else, other than Sarah. He figured it must be the emotional attachment he had with his sisters that made sex with them so much better. He certainly couldn't say he loved the other people he had sex with. He had wanted them, purely from a physical standpoint - something fulfilling but devoid of an emotional element. He briefly wondered if he would ever have an emotional attachment with anyone who wasn't a sibling.
Just then, Ella's body stiffened and she looked down at his face as her ass moved quickly below. "Oh Bobby," she gasped, her face flush from her exertions, her mouth wide open. "Oh...I'm cumming...oooooohhhhh..." she moaned. Lowering her face, they kissed passionately as her insides ignited in waves of electric heat.
Even after she had reached climax, Ella's ass kept a steady rhythm as it bounced and slid over his dick. Sitting up, her knees squeezed against the sides of his stomach and her hands placed on his chest, she began to slide up and down over him. "I want you to cum Bobby," she declared. "Cum inside of me."
If Bobby had needed any encouragement, and he didn't, that was it. Reaching out, he grabbed her small tits firmly as she continued moving up and down over him. She was smiling, biting her bottom lip and watching him - waiting for him to cum. He moved his hands around to grip her ass cheeks tightly as she moved, pushing his pelvis up and down in rhythm to her.
"Oh...yeah...that's it, Bobby. Mmmm..." she encouraged soothingly. She swung her head back as her body released for a second, more mild, time. She let out one long, slow, soft groan as her body gave in and became awash in warmth. This was more than Bobby could endure.
"Here it comes," he grunted quickly as his dick erupted inside of her. He could feel his seed shoot into her several times and the feeling was fucking amazing. "Oh, shit...Oh, my God!"
When it had ended and Ella's ass had finally stopped moving, the two of them stared at one another while catching their breath. She slid her hands over his chest as his roamed over her arms.
"That was nice," he said at last, looking up as she beamed at him.
"Mmm hmm..." Lowering her body on top of him once again they began kissing - long, slow, tender expressions of love.
They soon fell asleep together as Ella spooned him from behind, draping her left arm over his stomach. Bobby was amazed to wake up the following morning in the exact same position. He could feel the warmth of his stepsister's body against his back, her soft muff on his ass - her perky tits on his back. It was a great feeling and he marveled at how comfortable and secure he felt with her. It was the same exact way he felt with Sarah.
If it was possible for him to be in love with two people at the same time, then this was it. The fact that both people happened to be his sister was as uncomfortable to reconcile as it was extraordinary to feel. How, exactly, he was going to manage things this summer stupefied him, and ultimately he concluded that he would just have to take one day at a time. That's all he could do anyway.
Just then Ella's hand moved down and began touching his flaccid penis as she pushed her body tightly against his, and Bobby's dick responded immediately. Within seconds he was hard as a rock as she stroked him back and forth.
Rolling over, they stared at one another - she bit the inside of her mouth as he marveled at her gorgeous naked body. Even now, first thing in the morning with her short hair splayed in different directions, Ella had an almost ethereal appearance. The absolute quintessence of beauty in a woman. He instinctively smiled at her and she returned in kind.
No words needed to be spoken as their bodies reacted naturally. Bobby positioned himself over Ella's body as she spread her legs. He reached down, lifted them both in the air and spread them wide as he plunged his hard dick inside her. She exhaled sharply and loudly, tilting her head back and arching her body - allowing him maximum entry.
While last night had been slow and deliberate, showing a depth of feeling from both of them, today was purely physical - a intense need for them to find immediate release.
Bobby slammed his hips in between her legs as she moaned out loud with each and every thrust. Closing her legs so they stood straight up before him, he kissed her delicate feet as his prick slipped and slid below with growing urgency.
All too soon, to their shared disappointment, he stiffened and yanked his penis out of her as white cream spewed onto her stomach while she watched in fascination. Ella loved watching guys cum, but watching her brother was even better.
"That was quite a mess you made," she said after he was done. Smiling up at him, Bobby almost wanted to mount her again, but she had other plans. "I'm glad you came Bobby, but...well, I didn't and I really want to."
"Ok," he agreed.
"Lick my pussy?"
He chuckled as Ella seemed possessed of a never-ending supply of surprises. She was direct and honest - she knew what she wanted and he found it refreshing. "I would love to."
"Good." She spread her legs wide as Bobby slithered down in between them to her exposed pussy. Ella reached down and pulled open her labia, almost guiding him - not that he needed it but he appreciated her eagerness just the same.
He pulled on her pussy lips with his mouth, then licked all around the labia before plunging his tongue inside her black hole. She grunted her pleasure. "OH...yeah, that's it." He tickled her clit as her ass began to move underneath him. Ella rubbed her clit with one hand as the other reached out to rest on his head - feeling his movement between her legs.
Her scent was soft, almost powdery, mixing with her natural muskiness very nicely. There was almost no taste at all and Bobby attacked her pussy with vigor, licking everything he could while ramming his tongue inside her as far as it would go.
Ella lifted herself up slightly to watch as her brother ate her out - an incredible turn-on for her. Her breathing quickened, reflected in her tummy moving up and down rapidly, as she looked at him service her. She ran a hand through his hair, felt his mouth on her sensitive part, then bucked her hips upwards as she creamed. For a few seconds, she stopped breathing as her body reacted in a wave of convulsions.
Bobby ran his hands up and over Ella's stomach to grab her breasts while locking his mouth on her wet snatch as she reached climax. His mouth glided smoothly over her wetness, licking up everything she had to offer as her ass quivered beneath him.
When it was over she looked at him with amazement. "That was the best...you know...oral I've ever had," she panted. "I can't believe it."
"Why? Because I'm your brother?"
"No," she shook her head. "Because you're a guy." She offered no further explanation and he didn't inquire.
They spent the remainder of that morning snuggling in bed, taking a shower together, and then fucking twice more - once on the couch doggy-style, then on the living room floor as she sat on top and rode his cock for all it was worth. Only after did they realize how hungry they were.
In the privacy and comfort of Ella's apartment above the garage, far from anyone's eyes and ears, they hung out naked and enjoying being like that in front of each other without any worries - benefitting from a level of privacy that Bobby and Sarah never had. Their parents would have already left for work anyway, but it was a very liberating experience for both of them, adding to the intimacy they shared.
Bobby lay on the couch watching MTV, where Tiffany was crooning on about how things "Could've Been" so beautiful and so right, as Ella fried up some scrambled eggs and bacon. In short order, they were seated at the table enjoying a big, hearty breakfast.
"Does mom buy your groceries?" he asked, taking a bite of toast slathered with strawberry jelly.
"Mmm hmm," she answered, swallowing her own mouthful. "Once a week I give her a list of things I need and she adds it to the grocery list."
"Jesus - sweet deal El," he said, calling her by the nickname he hadn't used in years.
"El??" she replied, looking at him dubiously. "You haven't called me that since I was little."
"Oh?" He seemed to just realized that himself. "Sorry. I don't know where that came from."
"It's ok," she replied. "Actually, I kind of like it."
For the next few days, it was just Bobby and Ella alone in her apartment. He circulated through the house every so often when his parents were there, just to give the appearance of normalcy, but in truth his parents were hardly ever around. Some things never changed. They would rush home most days, switch outfits, and hurry over to the country club for some event. The fact that Ella had a place all to herself left them with the impression that they were a couple of empty-nesters - which, honestly, would soon be true.
Bobby was thoroughly enjoying his time with Ella as she pampered him in every way possible. She cooked all of his meals, something he was very surprise and impressed to learn she did quite well, especially as their mother couldn't cook for shit. To be honest, their mother never really made much of an effort, preferring to order or go out. But Ella was great at it, and she prepared a nice big breakfast every morning, sandwiches for lunch, and a sumptuous meal for supper.
In addition to cooking, she satisfied him physically as well. Ella gave him at least one blow job a day as well as fucked him in every position possible. All he had to do was eat her pussy, which she increasingly demanded from him. Whereas Sarah had always liked to masturbate with him - something they had initially done together all the time - Ella definitely liked to fuck and get eaten out. As far as Bobby could tell, that was about the only difference between the two.
Although, he began to realize something else about his stepsisters. Having sex and fooling around with Ella seemed to mean more to him than with Sarah. Was it because Sarah wasn't around or was it more than that? It perplexed him.
When he and Sarah had first begun, their encounters were incredible - physically and emotionally. Of course, they were both going through those feelings and experiences for the first time, so maybe that added something to what they were doing. After they left for college, they still messed around during Christmas and summer breaks - and had a marvelous time doing so - but it seemed to become a force of habit more than anything else. At some point there had been a kind of disconnection between them. Both he and Sarah wanted to do it and enjoyed doing it, but he guessed that maybe the newness had worn off. With Ella, everything was new and, consequently, fun and exciting as new things often are.
Bobby had been sitting on her couch watching television and drifting off when he realized Ella had spoken to him. "Huh?"
He was sitting naked and Ella walked over to sit beside him in all her nude glory - perky tits jutting out before her. "I said...what are you going to say to Sarah? She comes home tomorrow."
He looked at her with a blank expression. "I don't know. I mean...nothing. What can I possibly say?"
"Well...you better think up something because you know she's going to want to...mess around." Ella pressed her body into his, resting a hand on his left leg as his dick started to move. "You certainly can't stay up here all the time, that's for sure."
"Why not?"
"Seriously?" she answered, moving her head around to face him. "How would you possibly explain that?"
"You're my sister too! And...I don't know...we're hanging out in your apartment," he answered defiantly.
"I see," Ella snapped. "And when she wanders up here and see us hanging out together naked, that will make no difference to her at all, will it?"
He hung his head and ran a hand through his hair. "Jesus El...I don't know...what the fuck am I supposed to say?"
"I don't know. That's for you to figure out," she answered succinctly. "All I know is that she is probably expecting things to be normal and if they are not she will become suspicious." He looked at her sheepishly. "Don't get me wrong, Bobby," she continued. "I want you here - all to myself - but that would put us both in an uncomfortable situation. We would have a lot of explaining to do...and I really don't want to do that. I don't think you do either."
There was silence for a long time. Finally, he asked, "Isn't it going to bother you if Sarah wants to have sex with me? Isn't it going to bother you if we do have sex?"
Ella tilted her head and stared at him with an expression that was hard to discern - was it irritation or hurt? "Is it going to bother you?" She waited for an answer she knew wasn't coming, so she continued. "Look, Bobby, I've had to deal with that for several years now. I've gotten quite good at it. Besides, I know you sleep with girls in college. This is kind of the same thing. It's just my sister."
"But what about you?" he pleaded.
"Don't be so naïve," she answered. "I have people I can mess around with too. What do you think I've been doing this whole time while you've been away?" His mouth dropped open and it was his turn to look irritated or hurt. "But," she continue, standing up before him. "We don't have to think about any of that at the moment, so let's just enjoy the time we have...and go have some wild sex before Sarah comes home tomorrow and we are forced to be discreet."
However, when Sarah arrived home the following evening she was not her usual self. While she was glad to be home and excited to see everyone, she appeared a bit reserved and quiet, especially towards Bobby. After dinner, Ella raised an eyebrow at him suggesting something was up but all he could do was shrug his shoulders.
It was a couple days later when Bobby and Sarah had a chance to speak. It was the first time Sarah had come out of her room since returning and they had just finished eating another take-out meal with money their parents had left on the kitchen counter. Tonight it had been Chinese, and when they were done and boxes had been discarded in the trash, Ella headed back to her apartment with a wave and a call of "good night." Her eyes lingered on Bobby until he looked at her. Then she winked at him and smiled.
Bobby's heart jumped a bit in his chest and he decided to head to his room. As he made his way out of the kitchen and toward the stairs Sarah called out to him. "Bobby?"
"Yeah?" he answered, turning around to see her walking toward him.
She paused, swallowed hard, and then found her voice. "Want to sit outside by the pool for a little bit? There is...umm...something...I need to tell you. We need to talk," she concluded.
His heart began to race at full speed. "Ok..." he answered demurely.
Sarah walked out the sliding glass door and over to the pool area. They each sat on one of the lounge chairs and faced each other. She leaned forward with her hands clasped between her legs and looked over at her stepbrother. "I...um...started seeing someone," she announced.
Bobby had nothing to say so he just nodded his head and waited for Sarah to continue, but he silently told himself, Ah...that's why she's been so distant.
"We met at the start of the semester. We were in a class together. There was...a mutual interest...we got to know each other and..."
"You slept together," Bobby finished the sentence for her.
"Yes." She looked up at him apologetically. "I didn't think about things at first because...well, you know...I've slept with other guys and I know you have slept with other girls. I didn't think it would get serious...but...it kind of did...and now...well...I guess you could say we're dating."
Bobby took his time responding. First, like usual he really didn't know what to say and, more importantly, didn't really know what Sarah wanted him to say. He was also a little relieved, to tell the truth, knowing what he had been doing with Ella in Sarah's absence.
"Well...I guess congratulations are in order. I'm happy for you." He tried to sound genuine but it rang hollow and he knew it.
"It's not that easy Bobby," she said, then switched seats to sit beside him. "I didn't think much about it until I got home...and then seeing you."
"I'm not mad Sarah," he told her truthfully.
"That's not it either," came her reply.
"What are you getting at then?" He pivoted to look her in the eyes.
"Well...I thought everything would be ok...being with you...but...oh, Bobby I want you." She said it with conviction and sadness, almost as if she had resigned to her true feeling, and she reached out to hold his hands. "I've never stopped wanting you. I didn't realize that until I saw you. I've wanted to kiss you from the moment I got home."
This had been one hell of a week for surprises for him. First Ella and now this. He just stared at her in disbelief. "But...what about...the guy you're seeing?"
"Stephen," she said. "His name is Stephen, and I don't care. He's in another state and I'm here...with you. And I want you. He can have me again in September," she declared. Standing up she pulled on his arm until he rose, then wrapped her arms around him as their lips met.
As always, their kissing was magnetic, intensifying their feelings for each other. Before either of them really even knew what was happening they were inside the house and upstairs in Bobby's bedroom peeling clothes off each other's bodies.
"Oh, God...I want you so bad, Bobby," Sarah whispered as they fell on the bed together naked, her large nipples poking him in the chest. "Fuck me, Bobby. Please?"
Over the next several hours, Bobby and Sarah had sex multiple times - each time seemingly more powerful and explosive than the one before. When they had finished, they lay in each other's arms exhausted. Bobby kissed the top of her head as she squirmed against him.
"Bobby?" she asked quietly.
"Yeah?"
"I want you to know something. I don't think I ever realized it until just now." She turned to look at him. "I will always want you - always. I think I said that before...maybe right before we left for college the first time. But, I didn't know how true that was until this moment." Sarah touched him gently on the cheek and smiled warmly up at him. "No matter who I date...no matter who I marry...I will always want you. Always!"
Bobby was blown away, and completely speechless. All he could do was stare at her. Finally, when he found his voice, he said, "You'll probably change your mind once you really fall in love and get married."
"No, I won't," she stated with conviction, shaking her head for added emphasis. "I know that now. I'm in love with you Bobby, and I have been for a while. I wish we could get married because I would gladly spend the rest of my life with you. But...that's impossible." She looked up at him longingly. "You're my first love...my forever love and I will never love anyone like I love you."
For the second time in days, Bobby found it beyond his comprehension to understand how he could be in love with two people simultaneously - and that each of those people could be one of his sisters. It was all so much for him to take in.
They slumped down in the bed together and quickly fell asleep.
Thus began the unique, very complicated and delicate balancing act that Bobby would employ for the rest of his life - alternating between his sisters.
The rest of that summer Bobby would spend most of the day with Ella in her apartment as Sarah hung out with friends or went shopping. Many times he and Ella just hung out and enjoyed each other's company, although they messed around quite a bit as well when they knew Sarah was out for an extended time. However, when those occasions occurred, they did it in the privacy of Ella's bedroom with the door closed.
The evenings were spent with Sarah almost exclusively, especially after dinner when Ella would retire to her apartment. Obviously, she knew what they were doing but chose to keep quiet because she felt it wouldn't do any good to confront them about it? She realized Bobby was in an awkward position, and she was glad to have him as well. She had no intention of ruining what they shared together. Besides, she had a thing or two of her own on the side as well and the privacy of her apartment in which to do it. Still, she longed for her brother in much the same way Sarah did.
Occasionally, the three of them would hang out in Ella's apartment - all of them thoroughly enjoying the additional seclusion it provided.
One evening toward the end of summer break, when Sarah unexpectedly went out for the night with a couple high school friends, Bobby decided to surprise Ella with a visit. However, he was the one who got surprised.
As he climbed the back stairs to her apartment over the garage, Bobby noticed someone's car in the driveway but paid it no mind. Once at the top he knocked but nobody answered. He peered through the side window but all the lights were off except for the ones in the distant bedroom. He knocked again, louder this time.
"Just a moment!" Ella called out and he could detect some movement beyond the living room.
Finally, Ella came out of the bedroom and crossed the room to unlock the door. She was wrapped in a navy blue bathrobe that she was holding in place. "Yes?" she asked after opening the door slightly.
"Can I come in?" he asked curiously. "Were you in bed already?"
She paused and looked down before answering. "Kind of..."
"Oh," he stammered. "Well, I'm sorry to bother. It's just that Sarah went out for the night and I thought maybe you would like some company."
Just then, another figure emerged from the bedroom. It was Ella's best friend, Melanie. They had been friends since the fourth grade so Bobby wasn't really surprised to see her there. But, what did surprise him was when Melanie walked over to Ella and kissed her on the mouth.
"I'll see you later Ellie," she said with a smile. "Howdy Bobsker!" She patted him on the shoulder, then walked down the stairs and out into the driveway. Ellie and Bobsker had always been her nicknames for them, but displaying affection for his stepsister was new.
"Ummmm..." he began but Ella interrupted him.
"Don't even start, ok?" she said, then swung around and headed into the living room leaving the door open for him to follow.
He came in and shut the door. "Look, I'm really sorry. I didn't know anybody was here."
"You didn't notice the car in the driveway?" she asked in a reproachful manner, flipping on the television.
"Well...now that you mention it...yeah. I noticed a car but...I don't know. I guess I just didn't think about it."
As always, MTV came on - Steve Winwood was singing "Roll With It." Ella slumped against the couch and waited for what came next. But Bobby just sat on the love seat and said nothing.
They sat in silence until another song began to play. "Look...I guess I shouldn't have come," Bobby said. "I just thought it would be a nice surprise." He stared at her, looking and feeling guilty. "I didn't come up here to do anything other than spend some time with you, El. Really. I didn't mean to intrude. I would never do that."
He rose from the love seat and started walking to the door when Ella called out. "No - wait." She walked over to him and took him by the hand. She guided him back to the couch and turned off the television. "I'm glad you came, Bobby. I always am. I didn't know you were coming so...I made other plans. I always assume I won't see you at night because...well, because that's when you fuck my sister." She hadn't meant for it to sound so angry but, nevertheless, it did.
"That's not true!" Bobby responded angrily himself. Ella skewed an eyebrow upwards and looked at him doubtingly. "Well...not every night anyway," he said sheepishly.
"Well, how the hell was I supposed to know you would be taking the night off?" she asked sarcastically. "I'm not a mind reader Bobby. I don't just sit up here waiting for you. I try to respect you...and whatever you and Sarah do, which is amazing to me." She rounded on him. "But...I can fuck other people too, ok? I prefer you, but you're not available all the time."
Then it hit him like a punch in the gut. "Wait a minute...were you...and Melanie..."
"Yes," she answered, taking a seat on the love seat herself. "Actually Bobby, it's worse than that. To be honest, I prefer girls. Always have. They're better than guys...more sensitive, more compassionate, more giving of themselves, and they know exactly what my body wants. I like that."
His mouth dropped open. "Sooooo...you're gay?" he asked hesitantly, trying to come to terms with what she had just told him.
"I don't know what I am, Bobby - and I detest labels. Right now, I know I prefer girls. I mean...I like boys too, and obviously I desperately want you all the time. But...other than you...girls are more fun. That's all I know," she finished. She leaned back and crossed her legs.
Despite all of the information Ella just divulged, Bobby was still irritated with something else she had said. "Look, Ella...what Sarah and I have is just as special to me as what you and I have. I know that's all kinds of fucked up but it's the truth."
She just sat there and stared at him. "Ok."
"It's such a weird thing. All of it. I can hardly wrap my brain around it," he continued. He moved to sit next to her on the love seat. "Y'all are so alike in so many ways and yet...and yet you're different."
Ella was intrigued and wanted - needed to hear more. "In what ways?"
He took hold of her hand. "When we're together...it means so much. It's personal, emotional and meaningful. I think Sarah and I started that way too but now...I don't know. Now, it does seem like it's just fucking and with you it's different. It's like I fuck her but I make love to you."
The gravity of what he just admitted was shocking, to both of them. Bobby ran a hand through his hair as Ella stared at him. In spite of the bizarre, awkward situation between the three of them, what he had just said to her was one of the sweetest things she had ever heard. "Oh, Bobby."
"How fucked up is that?" he asked nobody in particular. "Holy shit...I'm going to hell." Ella laughed out loud and Bobby finally relaxed himself and chuckled feebly from his seat. "What is wrong with me...with all of us?"
She leaned against him and ran a hand down his leg. "I don't think there's anything wrong with us. We love each other, that's all." He looked at her with uncertainty. "Oh...I know what we do is not traditional and many people would frown upon it but...I don't know...it works. At least for me it does and, apparently it does for you and Sarah as well. We give each other something nobody else can. Strictly speaking for myself, I love it. And I love you."
Once again, Bobby was surprised by Ella's apparent maturity. She was like an old soul living in an 18-year-old body and he smiled at her.
"And..." she began, rising from the love seat and dropping her bathrobe to stand before him naked, "also strictly speaking for myself, I would like to make love to you." She leaned in, pressing her nude frame against him, as they kissed deeply.
Guiding him into the bedroom, she pushed him onto her bed and began undressing him. "Let me take care of you tonight."
"Really - El," he started to protest. "I didn't come here tonight to do anything other than hang out. Seriously."
"I know, and I appreciate that," she admitted. "But, in a couple days I'm leaving for college orientation and I won't be able to do this. So...let me do it, especially since you interrupted me and Melanie."
Ella slowly stripped her brother of all his clothes, and when he was lying naked on her bed she bent down and began sucking on his hard cock.
Bobby propped himself up on one of her pillows and watched as Ella sucked on him. Her warm, wet mouth - the slurping sounds as she stroked on his cock while sucking it - produced the expected result almost immediately as he shot his seed into her mouth. Like usual, she swallowed his load and licked it clean before laying on top of him and kissing his chest, face and mouth.
They soon switched position as he made his way down her soft body to lay between her spread legs. He dove his face into her crevasse and pushed his tongue deep inside her wet cavity as she moaned out loud and squirmed around.
She wrapped her legs around Bobby's head as her hands combed his hair while he ate her out. "Mmmmm...Bobby," she murmured. "Oh God, yes! I can't even explain what you do to my pussy."
He didn't respond, just kept straight at his task, but took a great deal of comfort in knowing he was pleasing his sister. Bobby wanted nothing more than to satisfy her as much as she satisfied him. He plunged two fingers into her wet hole and pumped as his mouth licked and sucked on her clit. When she started moving her hips in rhythm to his movement, he knew it wouldn't be long.
Ella gently pulled his hair and groaned loudly as her body reacted to Bobby's actions. "Mmmmmm...I'm cumming. Don't stop..."
Bobby continued as he always did, until his sister climaxed and he could taste the creaminess her body released. He licked up everything he could and finished by kissing her labia as Ella relaxed on her bed and spread her arms, allowing him to lay on top of her this time as they resumed kissing.
It wasn't long before they were making love - slow, rhythmic motions as their bodies became one. They looked into each other's eyes and smiled, taking immense pleasure in how they made one another feel.
"I really love you Ella," he whispered to her.
She smiled, feeling his body against hers as his stiff penis slid in and out of her pussy. "And I love you, Bobby. More than you'll ever know."
They kissed again and, soon enough, they climaxed together. Ella arched her back and pulled him into her just as Bobby busted his nut in her hole.
After several minutes, when the moment was over, they lay together and fell asleep easily.
When morning dawned, Bobby rolled over and kissed Ella before hopping out of bed and making his way back into the house before Sarah woke up and, perhaps, came looking for him. Again, his mind tried to reckon with the craziness of the situation but things were what they were and he had to juggle as best he could.
A few short days later, Ella headed out to college. They were only able to steal a few moments alone during the intervening days, which included a quickie in her bathroom. However, they also had a chance to kiss and to say - once again - that they loved one another.
"I'll see you at Christmas..." Ella said as tears streamed down her face. "I'm going to miss you so much Bobby." She hugged him tightly against her breast.
"I'm going to miss you too, El - every day. But, don't think about that. Your future is out there - go find it. Just know that I love you very much and I always will."
With Ella off to college and their parents away most of the time, Sarah and Bobby had the run of the place for the rest of their summer vacation - which was only a handful of days anyway. However, they spent much of that time doing what they did best.
The day before he was to leave, Bobby was downstairs eating breakfast when Sarah walked in the kitchen completely naked. No matter what time of day it was, she always looked alluring and fucking gorgeous with her long brown hair hanging down to those tear-shaped tits and the longest nipples he had ever seen. Not to mention her slender body and cute muff that discretely hid her pink labia. Bobby was instantly hard.
"Can I persuade you to join me?" he asked in jest, inhaling a spoonful of Cheerios.
"Ha - very funny," Sarah replied as she made her way seductively over to the table. "I want you, and I think we should spend all day fucking. It's our last chance."
And so...that's what they did. That last day they spent together was one to remember with plenty of alone time for both of them. They fucked in the kitchen - right there on the table - then out in the pool, on the living room floor, in Bobby's bed, and finally in Sarah's bed after they showered for a second time that day.
She spread her legs wide for him as he drilled her hole with his hard dick. He gripped her tits firmly as his body rocked and swayed above her.
"Come on Bobby...fuck me baby! Fuck my pussy," she called out to him. "Mmmm...yesssss...that feels so good. Keep going. Make me cum."
Again he was struck by how different things were with Sarah as compared to Ella - much the same and yet so different. He supposed things with Sarah had evolved to a different level, especially after leaving home and each experiencing many different sexual adventures. There was still love between them, particularly when they cuddled together afterwards or shared lingering passionate kisses. Yet, their lovemaking was different - more urgent with a desire for personal fulfillment rather than slow and deliberate like it was with Ella, and Bobby supposed that would change with her now too.
When they had finished for the last time, Sarah and Bobby snuggled in her bed wrapped in each other's arms listening to their quiet breathing. She reached down and cupped his balls - feeling them as they moved around in her hand.
"God - I love these things," she said, then slid her hand up to pat his flaccid cock. "And this thing too."
The next morning, after his parents bid him adieu and told him to enjoy his senior year, he spent a few quiet moments with Sarah.
"Don't forget what I told you," she said softly as he prepared to exit the house. "I will always want you Bobby and...well...I hope you will always want me too."
He could not imagine not wanting her - ever, and he told her so. "Still...the future is not written, Sarah. Who knows where we will end up or what we will be doing? But...I will always love you. I hope you know that."
"I do," she said, then leaned in for one final kiss as she wrapped him in her arms. "I'm going to miss you."
"I already miss you," he declared and they shared a laugh. "Until Christmas..."
As Bobby drove off to begin the end of his college career and the beginning of the rest of his life, he wandered just how long things would continue between him and his sisters. Certainly, things would change at some point. They had to. That was a given - the natural course of life.
For the time being, however, he couldn't worry about the future or the relationship with his sisters. In time, he assumed everything would work out as it was supposed to. For now, it was enough that he was loved, in every way a person could be loved, by the two people he cared about most in his life - his sisters. That was good enough for him.