My sister Valentina and I spent three and a half years there, and we are very close. We always have been. Over the years, what was once a strong but classic emotional bond between siblings has developed into an intense and passionate incestuous bond that has led to unthinkable twists and turns involving the whole family, which I have only now decided to tell about. With this short story/confession, I won a national erotic contest last fall.
THE BEGINNINGS.
I began to notice that my sister was becoming prettier every day. I loved her dearly, but I had never thought that there could be more than brotherly affection. I simply noticed how pretty she was becoming as a little girl. She had (and still has) a nice, round face, two deep hazel eyes, and a nice fleshy mouth. She was a little overweight at the time, but I innocently liked her nice, soft body. As she grew, I appreciated her more accentuated and generous curves that developed during adolescence. I found myself several times masturbating, not in front of pictures of naked women in porn magazines, but rather thinking about her, Valentina. I used to jerk off thinking about times when I happened to see her coming out of the bathroom half-naked or passing by her bedroom and seeing her in her underwear and bra while she was changing. During puberty, my cravings became more intense, along with my sexual fantasies. My sister was always there, and her appearance became more substantial and visible. However, Valentina began to keep her generous curves much more covered. I noticed it became more difficult for me to peek at her when she was taking a shower because she would come out of the bathroom much more covered than before. When she had to dress, she would lock herself in her room, much to my disappointment. Her actions only made me desire her even more. It was then that I realized how much I wanted her, how she was the girl I desired more than any other. It must be said that I was a good-looking guy, and there was no shortage of girls to flirt with if I wanted to. However, my sentimental and sexual interest was only in her. The more she distanced herself from me as she grew older, the more my desire increased. I started going to the gym and training with the under-20 boys on our town’s soccer team, which allowed me to develop a respectable physique. I wasn’t a gymnast, but, as mentioned above, I had a nice athletic appearance. I used my appearance to try to impress my sister. I tried to make her see me shirtless, showcasing my physique to arouse the same feelings in her that she had long aroused in me. I began to notice that whenever I caught her eye, she would blush. If I casually approached her, Valentina would always find an excuse to get away. Our parents did not notice anything. To them, everything was normal, while my sister and I burned with desire. It was a wrong, immoral, and sinful desire, but one that we couldn’t ignore or repress.
HOTTEST SUMMER
Summer arrived, and the days passed slowly, monotonously, and very hot. Despite Valentina’s reluctance, she had to wear lighter clothing, which minimized my obscene fantasies about her body. My hormones were in constant turmoil, and my behavior became more daring, typical of youth. I became bolder with my sister, walking around the house and garden shirtless and in light shorts that clearly revealed my erections. Valentina continued to blush every time she caught my gaze. By now, it was obvious that a peculiar and tense situation had arisen between us. I realized that I had to address it by confronting my sister directly. So, one evening in early July, when our parents were out for the baptism of a relative’s child, I decided it was time to break the tension. Valentina was in her room, and I was walking around the house nervously and excitedly. I had known for days that my sister and I would be alone in the house all evening, so I declined my friends’ proposal to go out to the disco with them. I felt that I needed to resolve the situation, which was becoming increasingly difficult to sustain because I knew I was losing my mind over her. I knocked on her door, and she asked what I wanted. I said I was just wondering why, in this heat and since it’s just the two of us in the house, she had to stay locked in her room. I opened the door and said it’s because I have to study, she replied annoyed. I laughed cockily and retorted, “Don’t you ever study when there’s school? And why choose to do it in the middle of summer? Especially tonight, when we have the house to ourselves?” I pressed on with uncertainty. I looked around and said, “It’s hot in here. How can you stand it?” She replied, laconically and a little annoyed, “I don’t feel hot.” I took the opportunity to take off my shirt, remaining shirtless, wearing only my Bermuda shorts, which clearly revealed the swelling caused by my erect penis as soon as Valentina and I were alone. At the sight of that prominent bulge between my legs, my sister became restless and blushed. She was half-lying on the bed and immediately grabbed a book from the bedside table, pretending to be interested in reading. I sat on the edge of the bed and rested a hand on her calf. In a confidential and gentle tone, I told her that we would have a nice evening together. Meanwhile, my hand gently massaged her leg, from calf to knee, then slowly and languidly moved up to her soft, smooth, white thigh. My sister grew redder and redder in the face as my arousal grew. All the while, I whispered to her that it was time to put aside our childish behavior and not be ashamed of our feelings for each other. She, in a trembling, nervous voice, said, “Who says I have feelings for you? You’re my fucking brother!” “True,” I replied, “and you’re my sister. But that can’t stop me from going beyond our kinship and seeing how beautiful and desirable you are.” I noticed that those words struck her, leaving her shaken and helpless. Her weak defenses were on the brink of giving way. I pressed on, saying, “Believe me, little sister, there isn’t a single girl I desire more than you. Several find me attractive and would go for it if I made a move, but none of them attract me the way you do. You are flesh of my flesh…” In a low, whispering voice, I ran my hand brazenly up her thigh until I reached her panties. She winced but offered no resistance. It was only when I slipped my fingers under the fabric that she murmured in bewilderment, “But… what… what are you doing?” “What I have wanted to do to you for so long,” I whispered, increasingly excited at the thought that we were reaching the point of no return. My sister began to gasp as my fingers started rubbing the large, fleshy lips of her private area….
