When I turned 15, my mother sat me down and told me something that shocked me, "Your father did not die in an accident—he was murdered!"
I asked, "Who did it mom?"
"The police were unable to find a suspect, so it's what's called a cold case now, Ray," she said, "It's not likely to be solved unless someone already imprisoned tells a cellmate."
I practically screamed, "Why have you waited to tell me this?"
"I wanted you old enough to understand," was her ... explanation.
"Well I DON'T," I yelled, going to my room and slamming the door.
There was a knock and I said, "Go Away!"
"It's Susan, your sister," she said.
I wasn't mad at her ... yet, so I said, "Come in."
She did, and closed the door. I said, "I suppose you know already."
"Yes I do. But, I don't know anymore than you do. Mom set me down two years ago ... I was your age ... and told me probably the same thing she just told you."
"I'm mad at mom," I blurted.
"Ray, it's not her fault that he's dead!" Susan said.
"Yeah, but I knew what murder meant when I was eight! She could have told me then," I said more sharply than my sister deserved.
"What good would that have done?" she said back to me.
Knowing she had me there, I answered, "I don't know."
"Since the police gave up why don't we try to solve it?" my sister said.
"We're just kids, what can we do?" I questioned throwing myself forward on the bed next to where she was sitting.
She put her hand on my back and remarked, "I don't know—want to watch a movie downstairs?"
That piqued my interest. "Sure, maybe a murder mystery and get some ideas from watching it!"
"That's pretty smart of you little brother," she said pulling me up by my shirt and turning me around.
Okay let's stop right there for a minute, My sister is older, 17 to my 15, but I'm taller than her. Despite that, she still called me 'Her little brother'.
She has brown hair, brown eyes and is kind of cute, if she were a girl and not my sister. That didn't come out right, but I don't care.
I've got brown hair, blue eyes and kind of scrawny. I got a burst of height and I'm 5ft10 to her 5ft6.
The first movie we watched was called 'Kiss Kiss Bang Bang' from 2005, strange and possibly helpful! I've never like Robert Downey much and Val Kilmer always looks like he just woke up from being asleep.
We next watched the movie Clue, having a blast with all the shenanigans going on. Probably not much help, but it got our minds off darker things. Any chance to see Madeline Khan is great. Lesley Anne Warren has always been kind of hot to me.
The last movie we watched was one neither of us had seen before, it was called Soylent Green. It was a fabulous bit of storytelling, keeping us wondering the whole time what was really going on?
It was so mysterious that a few times I found Susan snuggling in my arms. She was soft and felt nice.
The scene when Edward G Robinson was dying, and Charlton Heston broke in see it with him made us both cry was unbelievable. I would wager that anybody who watches this without watching the last five minutes will walk away with a totally different idea what the movie was all about.
Soylent Green is people! Fucking brilliant!
We found ourselves in each other's arms, so I gave her a kiss.
"What was that for?" she looked up from my lap at me.
"You were there ... I was there. I saw your pretty face so I just kissed you. Don't make a big fuss okay?"
"Can I tell you that it was a nice kiss?"
"Gee whiz Susan, don't go making this all romantic, Can't a brother give his sister a kiss without it being the start of an incestuous storyline?"
"What?" her eyes glared at me.
Never mind," I said. "What do we do first ... About dad?"
"Raymond, can I tell you something?"
"No, unless it's about Dad's murder."
"OK!" she said getting up off my lap. Geez, I have an erection. No wonder she was getting all gushy.
"More movies?" she asked me.
"Nah, maybe we could hire a private detective?" I wondered aloud.
"Aren't they expensive?" Susan asked leaning against me again.
"We can call and find out," I suggested.
"Let me do that, please?" My older sister asked.
"Sure thing. I need to go to the bathroom, back in a few."
I didn't need only to pee, my sister got me hard. She was looking at me like she was going to kiss me ... or something. I don't have a clue what to do with a girl, and I'm certainly not going to start with my own sister.
I had to get my erection to soften to pee. Ugh, finally ... much better.
I came back out to a non-smiling Susan. I sat down ... she crawled on my lap, and started to explain.
"I called three different places, they all want at least $250 a day plus expenses. I told them it was about a man who everyone though the official means of death was an accident, we have it on good authority that he was really murdered."
"Nobody even had a clue," I said realizing the unintentional play on words I had made.
"Nope!" she said. "Why is it so important that we find out who did it and why."
"You don't want to find out who killed our father?" I asked her looking again in her eyes.
"Mom seems pretty accepting of it all, why drudge it all up again?" she asked me.
"Susan, do you know anything that I don't?"
Her face moved to mine ... and our lips made contact. This kiss was longer than the first one.
"What was that for?" I looked in her eyes.
"You were there ... I was there. I saw your rugged face so I just kissed you. Gee whiz Ray, don't go making this all romantic, Can't a sister give her brother a kiss without it being the start of an incestuous storyline?"
She got me there!
We went online to find information surrounding the time and place of our father's death. From what little our mom told us, we gleaned the time frame things happened.
I was seven and Susan was nine the year it happened. We were living in Provo Utah back then. We live in Cedar City now.
Since she is seventeen, there is a second car that used to be mom's. She's been driving dad's MG. Her car was a Corolla that Susan now drives, when necessary. When she turns 18, she gets a car of her own. I guess I get the Corolla when I turn 16.
It being mid-July, in western Utah, it's typically in the high 80s low 90s during the day, but cools way down at night sometimes to the low 50s. The reason I'm explaining this is that Susan has decided that she is going to wear her bikini from when she gets up in the morning until she goes to bed.
She often puts a tee shirt over her to keep from getting burned. Lately, in the house, she has been tying the shirt around her waist.
She was walking down into the family room, and said, "When are we going back to Provo to do some detective work?"
"You know; that is a good idea! We can look for stories in the library microfiche. Let me change and we can tell mom we're going to the movies all day."
"OK, I'll get the keys to my car," she said.
We met up at the car, and we took off for Provo. She'd put on some shorts and her cover shirt. I felt better.
"This is a two-hour drive. Fall asleep if you want, little brother."
"You do realize that I'm over four inches taller than you?"
"I know, but it's fun to tease you. You blush so easily. I'm trying to help you get out more, and meet people."
"By people, you mean girls," I said.
"Yes, You are a remarkable young man, and I want the world to know that."
"I don't feel really comfortable around those more predatory girls. It seems that they are all looking to 'hook-up'. That's not my style. I would rather find somebody to gradually get to know and fall in love with."
"That's so sweet. Is anybody at all on your radar?"
"Uh ... no, I'm too young to worry about that. I'll just go to sleep. By the way—nice suit today, is it new?"
"You noticed my suit. It is kind of new. I don't think you ever said anything about what I wear," she said, "Girls love it when you say something about what they are wearing, especially shoes."
"I'm going to sleep now. You are very pretty Susan," I said closing my eyes.
I heard her say something under her breath, but I fell asleep.
"Wake up Ray, we're here," she said pulling into a parking space.
It took me a moment to get my bearings. I wiped my eyes and said, "That went fast ... you're a good driver Susan. When I'm old enough, can you teach me how to drive ... instead of mom!"
"Not a problem," she said flashing me a smile.
Provo City Library at Academy Square is not your typical county library. It's been around over a hundred years. It's been a part of the Brigham Young Academy since 2001. It is quite the monument.
We each got a card when we went to school in Provo Valley, and I still have mine. "Got your PCL Card, Susan?"
"Of course I do, do you?"
"Hasn't left my wallet since we moved away," I said patting my butt where my wallet was.
"I hope the stuffy old Mormons around here let you in the library Susan," I said.
"Why wouldn't they?" she responded grabbing my hand.
"The way you're dressed may cause a riot among the pure young Mormon boys who are about to leave on their Missions."
"How do you know about them?" she asked.
"I answered the door once, and these two freshly scrubbed young men in white shirts and ties, asked to speak with the head of the house. I was home alone, but we talked in the doorway for a while. Elder Busch was from Atlanta Georgia, and Elder Tannen was from Salt Lake City. They seemed nice enough."
"So you think that I'm dressed inappropriately?"
"No, not at all, I'm just saying that those young men would have cum in their pants if you had opened the door that day."
"Was that a compliment?" she said stopping for a second.
"I meant it as one. I'm sorry if it offended you, Big Sister!"
We walked through the door, showed our cards and found the computers practically full, with freshly scrubbed faces of young men and women. We kept hold of each other's hand as we found two computer stations available.
I leaned over to Susan and quietly said, "Let's use first names only. Let them think we're a couple if they want."
She giggled.
We started our work. I was going to look for crimes committed during our time frame. Susan was looking for our home back then, and we would match the crimes to the locations.
Quicker than I expected, I found fifteen crimes committed in the month before and after dad died. Susan found the locations. We each printed them out and overlaid them. There was one crime without a location.
I clicked on it, and it came up as sealed by the court. Not understanding what that meant, I took it to the nearest Helper.
A nice lady, reminding me of mom, explained that from time to time a case involving the death of a person is sealed for 'personal' reasons, when it has been concluded that the death was an accident. She didn't get really specific, but she did help. I thanked her.
I went back to Susan and explained what I had found out. We would have to go to the police department, if there was any other information to find out.
We printed and paid for three copies of everything we found. Going outside, she grabbed my hand as we headed to the car.
"Raymond, it's too hot," my sister said, pulling off her tee shirt. I saw her bikini top was about to reveal more than she would like, so I went over and held it in place as she got her shirt off.
"Let me know in advance that you're making a move Ray. I could be ready for you then," she giggled.
"Your bikini top was about to reveal ... your really incredible ... absolutely fascinating ... beautifully shaped ... breasts!" I declared.
She blushed nearly as much as I did. "Get in the car Ray!"
I did and she pulled out of the parking lot, and we headed home. Now, I was checking her out. She really is quite beautiful.
"Susan, do you have many boyfriends?" I asked.
"I'm taking a self-imposed vacation from boys. What you said earlier about girls. It's twice as bad with the guys."
"How do you mean?" I questioned.
"Well, if you're not pretty, the boys don't want to have anything to do with you, if you're average looking, you don't have any girlfriends or boyfriends and if you are pretty, the boys all expect you to put out on the first date, and the other pretty girls don't like you and call you a slut or something because you put out..."
"Since you obviously fit in the third category, explain that pretty girl problem again?" I said moving over closer to her.
"OK, I'll try. What you just did, moving closer. That means that you are interested but aren't sure how I may feel about you."
"What? I'm not talking about you and me ... I'm talking about pretty girls ... in general. How does a mediocre guy like me get to know a pretty girl if she's worried about all the guys she comes into contact with?"
"Personally, I use a kind of radar ... I can tell a guy's motive from ten feet away," she said.
"OK," I said moving even closer, "What are my motives?" I touched her face with a finger.
"Well, my best guess is that you've got a hard on for me, and wonder what it would take for me to act on it, am I right?"
"What the hell," I said, "You think that I'm into you?"
"Raymond, you show all the signals of a guy on the make," my sister said to me.
"Well, I do think that you're pretty," I admitted.
"It's more than that, you want to fuck me, don't you?"
"Uh, well ... uhm ... Of course I don't! You're my sister. There are all kinds of laws about brothers and sisters. What exactly makes you think that I want to fu ... make love with you?"
"The way you look at me sometimes. It's more than brother sister. I can tell when you have a hard on, like right now."
"That's ridiculous!"
"When I sat on your lap the other day, I felt your dick twitch."
"Like I said before, you're very pretty and my dick doesn't know the difference between any girl or you."
"Anyway," she said, "What do we do next? It's your call?"
"What?"
"I mean about daddy's death. Are we stuck or are we proceeding somehow?"
"I don't know. It seems that we're going to have a hard time getting anything else without having to let mom know what we're doing," I said.
"Let's go home. It's hot out and I suddenly have the urge to get in the pool," my sister said.
"OK, I could do some of this research from home anyhow," I responded.
"Oh, come on. Join me in the pool. That way you can ogle me some more!"
"Yeah right! Susan?"
"Yeah Ray," she said without turning to see me.
"What do you think of me?"
"I don't understand."
"You're 17. You've had a few boyfriends."
"That wasn't a question, what is it you want to know?"
"Do you think I'm ... never mind, this is embarrassing."
"Go ahead, I'm your big sister. I won't tell mom or anyone else what you ask me."
"I'm thinking of asking a girl out, how do boys ask you out?"
"Let me see, when I was 15, I was just starting to look like I do now. Boys came up to me, and as soon as I turned to them they went dumb as a rock. When boys look at a girl, sometimes all they see is their boobs. Does this girl you want to ask out, is she developed?"
"Yeah, but she's not as pretty as you, Susan," I said suffering through this dialogue.
"The best thing you could do, is to walk up to her making eye contact the whole way, then say something like, 'Would you like to go and get something to eat?' Or 'There is a new movie in town, would you like to go to it with me.' Keep your eyes on her eyes. Girls love that—it shows that you care. And I thought you had the hots for me. Boy, is that self-absorbed."
"Susan, please stop the car!"
"What! Do we have a flat or something?"
"Please, stop the car," I asked a second time.
"Just a minute, I need to slow down first. There, what is it?"
I sat up in my seat, looked at her in the eyes and said, "Susan, would you go with me to a movie sometime, I think you're pretty!"
"Oh, Raymond. You are too smooth. I didn't see that coming and I should have." She started the car up again, and after we were back to freeway speed, She turned to me and said, "Sure, why not a movie?" and we headed back home. I suddenly felt alive inside and scooted over to her. She dropped her right hand to my left thigh and we drove all way the back home, just like that.
Mom wasn't home, and we needed to run this by her, so we changed and got in the pool. I asked my sister to teach me how to kiss. She was really good, teaching me how to determine which way to turn your head, so you don't bump noses. She went into a lot of detail about how to french kiss, demonstrating over and over, until I did it right.
We heard mom pull in the driveway, so Susan took my hand off her covered breast as we got out, dried off and met her inside.
"What have you two been doing today?" she asked.
"We drove around for a while then decided it was too hot to do anything except get in the pool," Susan said.
"Mom," I asked, "Can Susan take me to the movies tomorrow. There's a new movie in town and we both want to see it."
"You're both going to the same movie, what is this ... some kind of date?"
"Sort of," I said. "There's a girl I want to date, and Susan has agreed to give me some lessons on how to treat a girl on a movie date."
"I don't see why not, remember he's only fifteen Susan. I don't want him to become one those boys who thinks that the back of a movie theater is a place to make out."
"Yeah, Mom," she said. "I'm taking him to a movie and teach him how to french kiss and get to second base!"
"SUSAN!"
After dinner, back in my bedroom, I did some more research on deaths in the physical perimeter Susan and I have established. There was a knock on the door, and I said, 'Come in". It was mom. I closed my laptop.
She came over and sat on my bed, "Raymond, Susan tells me there's a girl whom you are trying to impress. Is that true?"
"Yeah, a new girl who started in ... April. Her name is ... is Cara ... Cara Blake. She's very pretty, but didn't even realize I was in the room. She's developed like Susan ... I needed to understand how to talk to her, and Susan is willing to help me. She's told me how boys treated her when she was 15. It's really amazing how so many boys treat girls badly. I think her advising me, is her revenge on all the guys who touched her without her permission."
"Please remember that your sister is seventeen, and has a lot of experience. Let her use that experience to make you the gentleman whom I know you are capable of being."
"Sure thing, thanks mom ... it helps to have a great mother as my role model. I only wish that I could have a guy to talk to, you know ... about girls."
"I may get off my butt and start dating again, but understand ... I may have to go through a few frogs until I find a Prince," she said.
"That's funny, mom—find somebody to love you ... any guy will like me and Susan ... you need love too, you know!"
"Well, if it happens that would be nice. I come in here to talk to and comfort you, and look ... you're helping me. Good night Raymond, you're a good boy," she said hugging me against her bosom.
Two minutes after she left, Susan knocked and came in wearing only a T-shirt without a bra on. She saw me looking.
"Sorry, I can't go to sleep with a bra on. Helloooo, Raymond? They're just breasts, fatty tissue ... do you want to see them?"
"NO, I mean no, I don't. I don't trust myself around you quite yet. I'm sorry."
"Actually, it's a nice change of pace. Most guys never make eye contact with me. You're quite the young man. I heard what you said to mom. How long have you felt this way about me anyhow?"
"Probably ... four years, the first time I noticed your nipples were hard. I'm sorry ... As you've developed, I've realized my feelings weren't only sexual. I realized that I am in love with my older sister," I turned to say, "I love you Susan."
"Oh dear, I didn't realize that. I thought this was just a crush you had on me. In love ... how do you even know what love is?"
"It's what I feel whenever you're around me. It's your smile, your eyes and lips. Everything about you I love. The mere fact that I'm telling you all of this, I never expected to do that."
"What do you expect from me in return, Raymond?"
"I never thought that far ahead. This is all so incredible. Yeah, this an amazing story that is happening between us."
"With our kissing practice today," Susan said, "I want you to give me a goodnight kiss, as if we we're lovers."
"L-Lovers. Gosh! All right, I'll do my best Susan!" I was holding my breath and hoping I would do it right.
She lowered herself to my face. I could see down her shirt, but not her nipples.
"Look me in my eyes, Ray ... and kiss me."
Our lips touched. I turned the right way, and I felt her unrestricted breasts up against me for the first time ever. We were kissing like lovers. I was kissing my 17-year-old D-cup sister. I pulled her to me and moved my hand to touch her butt.
"Whoa there big fellow. Baby steps. I have a hunch you may be a wonderful ... student," Susan said moving back to the doorway.
"Susan, you have a nice butt, too!"
She giggled and left.
As I fell asleep, I started thinking of Dad. That surprised me because he had been out of my head, until Susan and I started looking into his death.
I saw him as plain as day. He was standing in my doorway, saying over and over, "Don't Ray ... please Don't!"
I saw myself getting out of bed and walking up to him, but as soon as I did, he evaporated away from me.
I cried after him, "Dad, d-don't leave. I miss you. I need you. I miss you. I need you..."
"Ray, RAY, wake up, come on Ray, wake up?" It was Susan. "Don't worry, I'm here. I'm here to help you find out about dad."
"What's going on?" mom stumbled through my doorway covering herself with a robe, "What is it, Raymond? Did you have a dream? A dream about your father?"
Why was everyone talking so loud?
Still shaking, but comforted by Susan, I took a couple of deep breaths, then I looked at Susan, who said, "It was a dream about dad, it sounded like. Go to bed mom, I'll help Raymond get back to sleep. You have work in the morning."
"Thank you Susan," she said. "I love you Raymond, you too Susan." She turned and walked away.
"Are you going to be able to get back to sleep Ray?" she asked me, rubbing my back to calm me down.
"Lie down with me for just a minute Susan?"
"Sure," she said cuddling up behind me. "If you want to talk about the dream, I can listen?"
"No, just hold me tight until I fall asleep, you do feel so nice and soft. Thank you for coming in and waking me up. Now, maybe I will have a dream about you, those dreams I like!" I said.
She cuddled up so close that I could feel her breasts against my back. "Maybe tomorrow you can tell me about those dreams. I hope they are really sexy."
"Oh ... they are!"
I woke up. I felt an arm on my hip. It was Susan. She never got up and went back to her own bed! Thankfully, mom doesn't check on us during the summer. I needed to use the bathroom, and tried to get out without waking her.
I came soooo close.
She woke up, didn't quite realize where she was, and she said, stretching and pulling her shirt up enough to show her white panties, "Good morning Raymond. Sorry I didn't get up and leave."
"I ... I kind of liked having you behind me all night. Any time you want to sleep with me is OK by me," I said halfway to the bathroom. "I have to go to the bathroom and take a shower. You're welcome to join me if you'd like?"
"That's so cute, my little brother trying to seduce me into the shower with him. When will he ever stop?"
"Probably not until we do shower together. It will happen eventually. You are a beautiful woman, and a little brother has just as many needs as an older brother would," I said flushing the toilet and walking to the shower.
She got up and headed to the bathroom, I stripped naked and started the shower not immediately realizing she was right there.
"You were right about one thing," she said startling me, "You have a really nice-looking boner. Is that because of me?"
"Who else c-could it be, but you?" I stammered. She was looking right at me, and put her hand out possibly to touch it.
I was about to go into the shower ... but waited a few extra seconds wondering ... I went in and the water felt so good. I soaped up my hair to wash it, and I felt a body come in. "You can't turn around; I'm trusting you Ray. Let me wash your hair."
It was fabulous to feel her strong fingers in my soapy hair. "That feels wonderful Susan. I've never had someone else wash my hair for me."
"Close your eyes and turn around. I need to rinse the shampoo out."
I did and again, the sensation of other hands, specifically my naked 17-year-old sister's hands, had me as hard as I may have ever been.
"You can wash 'the beast' yourself," she said. "Would you wash my hair?"
"I don't know if I could do that without looking at you, Susan. As it is I'm close to cumming ... just from your hands in my hair."
"Ah hell," she said getting down on her knees. "I knew I wouldn't be able to resist sucking you off. Here goes!"
Oh god—Oh dear god—she had both hands on my dick, actually jacking me off to get my cum. I guessed she would spray her face or her tits with it.
"Holy Mary, mother and child," I said, "Here it is Susan, all for you!"
I felt each blast come out. I opened my eyes and saw her collecting it in her mouth. I may have added another blast from just watching that. She got up and opened her mouth to me, showing me all of my cum ... then she swallowed it. Crap ... that was right out of one of those porn movies I watch. I fell to in-between her breasts, feeling ecstatic over getting my first blow job. I had a nipple in front of my eyes, so I licked it with my tongue.
"Now, Raymond. That is for another time. Get out and let me wash my hair please?"
I grabbed a towel dried myself off and fell backwards on my bed. My D-cup sister actually took my dick, whacked me off and took and swallowed my cum. This may be the beginning of the best day of my life.
I heard her shut off the shower and dry off. She came out of the bathroom giggling, "Aren't you getting dressed?"
"I'm thinking of staying naked all day. What good reason is there for me to get dressed?" I said putting my hands behind my head and getting hard again as I saw her nipples and tiny tuft of pussy hair.
"If you do, then I will," she said.
"Sounds like a plan, Susan. Thank you for the best shower I ever had. That's only my first, but it's likely the best I'll ever get. Maybe the only one I'll ever get."
"Live and hope, little brother," she said flashing that butt on her way out of my room.
I had an idea, and got on the computer.
"Hey Raymond, you're not looking for porn are you, you got me now!" she said topless, wearing cute white panties and wandering behind me. "What are you doing?"
"Posting an ad online at the newspaper and Facebook. Asking for people who may have lived within the area we need, to see if anyone remembers the day dad got shot!"
"Now, that is a great idea. People move out and move away, but check on their hometown newspaper, especially when you can get most of them online. I have to give you credit for that."
"Can you share it on your Facebook News page please?"
"Sure. I was wondering if you were hard enough for another blow job?"
"Oh, I'm still savoring that first one Sis! It will forever be in my memory."
"You do understand about love, don't you? When you told that you loved me, I kind of freaked out. Do you have any condoms?"
"NO!" I probably over-reacted. "Why do I need any condoms? I won't be making love to anyone, but my left hand for a very long time. I'd be scared to try anything with you, condom or not. I'd want a vasectomy before I made love to my beautiful sister."
"Raymond, you say the sweetest things and don't even know it. Send me the ad as an email and I'll post it everywhere I can think of."
"Thank you Susan. By the way, I never saw that tattoo you have just above your butt."
"You weren't supposed to see it, before. Now I want you to look at me and lust for me," she said leaving back to her room.
She brought her laptop in, still topless, and we took care of sending this notice out to whomever.
She put her laptop down, leaned on my bed with her hand holding up her head, "Now, what do you want to do?"
"At least you can't read my mind, or you'd know the answer to that already," I said checking my different email accounts.
"You're not ready to fuck me yet. We have a few other things to get through first. Are you hard Ray?"
"Susan, you don't ask your little brother questions like that!" I said.
"That must mean that you are. Have you even touched yourself this morning? I did, in the shower ... I stuck three fingers inside myself, thinking of you. I came so hard."
"SUSAN, you've made your point. Why don't we go downstairs and watch some movies on the big screen? Put on some more clothes please?"
"Just trying to keep you interested, Raymond," she said getting up and going into her room.
I took my dick in my hand and said, "She sure is something, isn't she? Just be patient and you will have her naked in this bed." I was hard and headed downstairs. Susan was setting up the sofa, and had some drinks ready for us. I sat next to her.
"My goodness, what happened to you?"
"My older hot sister walked into my room topless and with panties on that I could see through, that's what happened."
"Want any help with that?" she said.
"If you want, but I want to see Eight-Legged Freaks. I saw online that it was on this morning."
She handed me the controls, and I found it in the PPV list, and started it.
"You know that this movie scares me, don't you?"
"Don't worry Susan, you can always turn away, and I'll hold you."
"So, that's what this is about, manipulating me to be in your arms?" she said looking up at my eyes.
"Exactly! I know I want you. I need you to understand it by wanting me just as much," I said giving her a kiss on the lips. The titles were going and you could hear the voice of Doug E Doug. The hell with the movie, I turned it down in volume and went back to kissing my sister. She was telling me how good of a kisser I was, and I said, "Susan, can I touch your breasts?"
"Sure," she said between kisses. "Girls really like them touched with a soft..."
"Susan, every moment we have doesn't need to be a teaching moment. Can't we just make out and see what happens?"
"Sorry?"
Our kissing was very romantic. I had almost 10 years of watching movies to see the different ways men and women kiss. I had my hand inside her shirt, and found her nipple.
"Oooh, Raymond—that feels so very good. Perhaps the student has become the master."
She had to feel my dick between her legs. I felt her. I turned off the TV, and took her to her room.
"Where are we going Ray?"
"I'm skipping past your lesson plan. I want to fuck you until you call out my name. How is that for a plan?"
"Sounds wonderful. I'm on the pill so you can even cum inside me, if you'd like?"
"If I like—If I like? You might just be unable to walk when I'm through with you, little girl!"
"Raymond, I love you!"
"You're about to find out how big and how deep my love is for you," I stopped and kissed her on the stairs. I grabbed her ass this time.
After we were up the stairs, I picked up and went through the doorway into her room. I threw her on her own bed. I saw that she was aroused now, and she stripped her T-shirt and kicked off her panties, showing me that fantastic naked body. I tore off my short and pants showing her how big, and hard I was.
"You want me to eat you first, or can we just fuck for a while?" I asked.
"I'm so turned on Ray, and that dick of yours will feel so fine inside my pussy, fuck me ... Fuck me until you cum deep inside your older sister's pussy."
I lowered myself as she spread those nicely toned legs. I pulled on my dick making sure it was hard enough, and then I plunged, deeply inside Susan.
"Auuuggghhh, Oooohhh, Ray, Ray, Ray, go ahead and fuck me!"
I partially pulled out then pushed hard back in. She liked it. I leaned forward and began to suck on those large breasts. Proving I could multi-task, I started to rhythmically fuck her and kiss her at the same time. I made sure I was hitting bottom while her nipples were being sucked on. The feeling of being inside my older sister was remarkable. I moved from her tits to her mouth, kissing her with all the fervor I could muster.
I was surprising myself, wondering how I was able to last so long without cumming. Her hands went to my butt, and I felt her pushing trying to get every last millimeter of me as deeply as she could.
"Susan, are you sure it's alright for me to cum inside you?"
"Yes," she said breathlessly.
"Well, here it goes ... I'm ... I'm ... I'm cumming, oh dear Jesus god bless America, I'm cumming inside my beautiful sister Susan. Do you feel me inside, giving you my love eight inches at a time?"
"SUSAN ... RAYMOND," what the fuck are you doing?" mom asked.
"It's really hard to explain," I said pulling out and spurting one additional time.
"Oh my god, I didn't know my little boy wasn't so little," she said looking at my spent cock. "Soft, he's bigger than his father was hard. Get dressed you two, and come downstairs. We had better talk!"
"First, Susan ... you are the older one. What possessed you to seduce your brother?"
"What?" Susan said, "He seduced me, well actually we were kind of flirting a lot over the past week or so."
"That answers my next question, which was how long has this been going on?" Our mother Laura said.
"Mom," I said nervous as all hell, "What you just saw ... was our first time together. Susan had been spurring my advances, willing to kiss and shower together, but nothing happened until today. I had been trying my best to seduce her in the hopes we may have ended up fuc ... sleeping to together. I practically had to force her to do what we were just caught doing."
"Susan, that sounds like rape. Did your brother rape you against your will? From what I just walked in on that looked like lovemaking, not fucking. Oh dear god ... have you two fallen in love?"
Neither one of us was even looking at mom during this inquisition, "You have, haven't you? Somehow, I knew this would happen. After your father ... never mind!"
"What about dad, come on mom ... you just brought it up. Is there something you're not telling us ... something about dad?"
Mom broke down and cried for a very long time. After a bit, I sat next to her and took her hand. Susan smiled at me, telling me that what I was doing was a good thing.
"Raymond, Susan. Your father Charles had a secret. A secret only I knew."
"And?" I said.
"This is hard to say out loud. I wasn't your father's first wife!"
"What?" I said.
"Although technically they weren't married, they lived like they were. His sister Carol, your Aunt Carol ... was his first wife!"
"OK, stop it for a second," I asked. "I'm not completely comprehending this shit you're saying."
"Raymond, please don't curse!"
"Sorry mom," I said remembering her first rule around the house.
She looked over at us, first Susan then me.
"Susan, did you know this?" I asked.
"I-I accidentally heard mom talking to Aunt Carol years ago, and I gleaned just enough info to confront mom about it. She told me everything, as long as I promised to never tell you!"
"Never tell me ... does that mean that everything isn't out in the open yet?"
"No Ray," Susan said. "Mom can I tell him the rest alone?"
"Sure thing Susan," mom said getting up and going in the kitchen.
"Ray? Hello Ray, some of this is good news for us."
"How could there possibly be any good news in all of this crap," I said.
"Charles got Carol pregnant. She had the baby and gave her up."
"Her?" I have another sister?" I asked.
"No, just me!"
"Oooh, god ... you! You were the love child of dad and his sister Carol!" I reasoned.
"But wait, there's more," Susan said giving me a kiss first. "Dad had another sister ... her name is Laura!"
I felt like I was hit by a thousand pounds of soft cement. My feet and legs could hardly move.
"If our mother is also his sister, I can't sort that all out Susan. Explain it to me?"
"Well, brothers and sisters can't get married, in the eyes of the church so there was a ceremony between dad and Carol. They had me right away. Carol was shamed by their father—Grandpa Anthony, and left town. He then talked mom, Laura into sleeping with him because he was basically a horn dog, just like someone I know!"
"Sorry, sis," I said looking away from her. "I didn't rape you, did I?"
"No ... you didn't. I wanted it just as much as you did. Anyway, Charles left home, and a year later so did Laura. He set up a place for them to live together. She brought me along, so grandpa wouldn't have a little one running underfoot. Charles and Laura had you, then decided there would be no more kids."
"So, what happened to dad and Carol," I asked.
"Apparently, around the time you turned either six or seven, Laura found out that Carol was back in town and told Charles to pick one and only one. This started a very loud argument out in the street in front of our neighbors."
"But dad got shot ... who did that?"
"Raymond, you need to calm down because this next part may hurt," my sister said to me.
Wrapping her arms around me, she continued, "Apparently we had a loaded gun in the house. I didn't know it at the time, but you must have seen where daddy kept it!"
"Oh, god ... oh god, Oh my dear god," I said. "Did I kill daddy?"
Holding me even tighter still she said through tears, "Yes, you did." You dropped him with a single shot. The police came. You were in shock, and they took everybody's statement. They couldn't put you in jail, and nobody else even knew the gun was in the house, so there were no charges filed and the case was buried deep in the archives of the Provo police department."
"All of that work we did together. You helped only so you could keep me from finding out that I killed my own father? Now, I know that you love me. Thank you for telling me all of this."
That was mom's cue to come out with hot cocoa and little marshmallows.
"I hope you don't hate me for keeping this from you Ray. The therapist said that you had forgotten what happened, and I was told to reinforce the lie," mom said.
Although shook up a lot by all this information, I answered back, "I think I understand why you did what you did. I hope that you also understand ... I am not willing to give up my sister as my life partner until the improbable happens that someone better comes along."
I apparently shocked both Susan and mom.
Susan gave me a big hug pushing her great tits into my chest. I heard her giggle, and we kissed each other.
"Susan, Raymond ... I have no moral ground to tell you not to do this, but I do have one request of Susan."
"What's that mom?"
"Keep your brother satisfied, so I don't find him in my bedroom wanting to fuck his old mother!"
"Oh mom, you are really pretty, but I've never even seen you ... naked. Don't worry, if I show up at your door, it would be to make love—not fuck!"
"He already sounds just like his father," mom said. "And he's hung even more."
Epilogue
I moved into Susan's room, at least to sleep every night. I would go back to my room to do homework and other stuff.
We did get some emails from people remembering a little boy was somehow involved, but no one had any specifics.
Mom started dressing nicer; a gentleman at work asked her out. They became quite the couple. We got to meet him, his name Harold S. Potter. He just told us to call him Harry, which was weird.
Susan stayed on the pill, and we fucked every night. Oh the joys of being 15 years old!