It really Was Her Idea
My name is Devin. I'm 26, kinda skinny in some places, kinda
muscular in others. (I work out but not as often as I should.) I work as a sales rep for a software company
in the midwest. Been out and on my own since high school. Both parents,
gone. Dad had a heart attack ten years
ago and Mom died three years later in a car accident. Now it's just me and
Andie, that's my sister. She's 24. cute as all get-up and very playful. She
moved to Ashland Hieghts right out of high school which is a good twelve hour drive
from where I live so we don't get to see much of each other. She is still
single and so am I.
Last year I was sent to a three-day sales convention in
Ashland Hieghts. After the first day I stopped by Andie's place to say
"Hi." I told her I had a hotel
room across town but she insisted I stay with her. Funny how I never noticed
how pretty she really was, bright green eyes, like the ocean at high noon and
dimples so deep you could get lost in them. She sat across from me after dinner, sipping elderberry wine and
laughing so hard at my exploits that she said she could stay up all night.
As she stood to gather the dishes I thought to myself how
good it was to see her again.
I thought back to our days growing up on Bleacher Street,
the games we played, the jokes we shared. There was something else too. She had this way of putting things, kinda
odd really. She would sometimes say things in a round-a-bout way. Later you
would realize she did say exactly what she meant but sometimes it would not be
so clear until she said or did something that made it very plain. For example,
once she was having a hard time with some algebra homework. She passed by my
room and said, "Devin, if you want
to help me with my math, it would be okay, I mean I know how much you love to
help others and you are so very shy about volunteering..." She would let
her voice just trail off until I got the hint and offered to help.
Well now I was sitting in her living room, watching tv and
Andie came out of the kitchen. She gave me a chilled glass of the last of the
"This is only six percent alcohol so finishing it off
won't leave you drunk." she said.
She sat across from me and we talked until well after
midnight. I think I must have yawned a few dozen times and Andie said,
"Well it's past your bedtime, buddy boy." She stood to leave and I
kicked off my shoes and began to stretch out on the sofa.
Andie stopped in the doorway to her bedroom, her hands on
her hips. "And just what do you
think you're doing?"
My head was geting a little foggy from the wine but I was
still thinking clearly. "Going to sleep, what does it look like?"
She shook her head, "Uh uh, not on the couch. You can
sleep with me." She turned as if to say that was that and openned the door
to her bedroom wider.
I was surprised. As far back as I could remember, we never
slept together before. The thought never entered my mind. "Are you
"Why not, beside you love me don't you?" Her eyes brightened as she looked me over.
I puzzled over her question for a moment. Growing up we were
never really demonstrative about our feelings. In fact that was the first time
she ever came right out and asked me that question. I must have taken too long
to answer her. She tapped her foot on the carpet. "Well? Don't you?"
"Sure." I managed to croak out.
Andie just shook her head, "And besides it's not like
you could get me pregnant or anything." She shrugged and went into the
bedroom. I could hear her tossing her
shoes into the closet.
I sat there puzzled. Maybe she meant I would have to have
sex with her to get her pregnant, which I wouldn't so I could not then get her
pregnant. I made a mental note to myself to some day talk to her about her
manner of speaking.
I entered the room and closed the door. As I got undressed
she came out of the bathroom in a skimpy little black lace night gown with
matching black bra and panties. She pranced across the room and climbed into
bed. Boy, I had to admit she has a very nice little body. Round in all the
right places and perky, just like her attitude. She whispered something I could
not make out as I crawled under the covers. I dismissed it thinking she was just being silly as usual. In time I
realized she was asleep and soon, so was I.
Next morning I awoke to find her still sleeping soundly. I
got up and saw her skimpy night gown on the floor beside the bed. She must have
gotten hot during the night and took it off. I showered and shaved, brushed and
bathed, then got dressed. When I came out of the bathroom, she was in the
kitchen. I offered to fix breakfast and she accepted and went off to dress. Later
I was standing at the door about to leave. I called out to her. "Andie,
I'm gone. Be back late."
She came out of the kitchen with her coat on.
"Yeah, I'm leaving too." Then she turned back to
me and moved a little closer. "You didn't do anything to me last
night." Her voice tinged with
I started to ask what did she mean but she added. "Did
you think I was gonna put up a fight?"
I was stunned. Did she mean what I think she meant? Before I
could ask she kissed me on the cheek and said, "Byeeee," like she
always said when we were kids and she was out the door.
I went to the convention in a kind of daze.
Did Andie want me to make love to her? Even just thinking
that thought gave me a tingle of anticipation. My stomach filled with butterflies. Could Andie really be sexually
attracted to...me? As the day dragged on
and at odd moments I found myself think about Andie and what she said.
I kep trying to fiquire out an alternative meaning. Maybe
she was just kidding. Yeah that was it. Boy what a kidder she could be. I mean
that had to be the answer. She couldn't possibly be so... so lonely... Then
occurred to me, she never talked about
having a boyfriend. She never talked about going out on dates. I searched my
mind. In fact all through high school she only dated once or twice. Maybe she is that lonely. Ashland Hieghts is
a small town. Maybe there just aren't enough good men to go around.
Well what ever the truth is she and I had better have a
serious talk. Still I could not help but fantasize how it would be to make love
to Andie. She was so... soft... soft and sweet... soft and sweet and sexy. I found myself with a growing erection so I
tried my best to put her out of my mind. Lucky I was not on the schedule to
give a speech.
I thought the evening business sessions would never end. I
finally got home to Andie well after eleven pm. Andie was already in bed, her
black night gown was already on the floor.
I climbed quietly into bed so as not to wake her.
I lay there thinking. But what if she did want me? She
seemed so... disappointed when she said I hadn't done anything to her last
night. And her statement before about me not being able to get her pregnant. What
if she meant she was on birth control? If that is true then I really couldn't
get her pregnant.
A lot of time passed as I though this over. She just lay
there sleeping. Soon, I fell asleep too.
I awoke around 5:30 in the morning. it was still very dark
outside and the world was very still. The only sound besides the beating of my
heart was the sound of Andie's rythmic breathing. Her back was turned to me. In
the dim half-light, I could see the black line of her bra curving across her
Suddenly my heart filled with a screaming need to hold her
in my arms, to inhale her fragrance. I reached out for her. She stirred beneath
my hands and pushed herself into my arms.
She was so soft, so warm. I could feel her heart pounding on
my chest as she nestled her head on my shoulder. She arched herself into me and pressed
firmly. I tried to pull back to not press my erection into her. I feared that
if she fell my hardness it would shatter the moment and she would come to her
senses. But she pressed her abdomin into mine and there was no way she could
not feel my erection, no way. She turned
her face toward mine and brushed her lips over mine. Then she returned her head to it's place on
my shoulder and I held on to her, cradling her till the sun rose.
I awoke to find myself alone.
Was it all a dream?
Andie strutted out of the bathroom, fully dressed. She
smiled a million-dollar smile at me and kissed me on the forehead.
"Morning, sleepy-head. Don't stay out so late tonight ok?" She did not wait for me to
answer and she headed for the door. She stopped in the doorway. Opened her
mouth to speak, then changed her mind and left the room. I peeked out the window in time to see her
The final day of the convention was by far the worst. First
there were too many sessions I was scheduled to sit in on and as luck would
have it I was scheduled to speak at the very last one so I could not leave
I kept seeing a
little bit of Andie in every woman I saw.
My speech was less than successful. My mind kept drifting
back to Andie and the way her eyes sparkled in the morning light. I did not think I had an erection on stage
but I did notice many of the executive faces seemed to be focused on my
One of the female middle managers cornered me and asked if I
was interested in a drink. She was attractive, her low-cut slinky dress
revealed a slender body. But I felt no attraction to
her. My mind was full of Andie.
As I drove home I
wondered if it was sick to have these kinds of thoughts and feelings. Andie is
my sister for Christ's sake. A wave of shame washed over me. But that was not
enough. I realized I truely, deeply loved her.
I did not get home until well past midnight.
Andie was again already in bed. I undressed and slid in beside her. She did
not stir and I did not wake her. I lay there, counting the seconds, waiting for
a sign. My whole body tingled. I decided
this was the time. If she protested I would point out the signals she was
sending. I reached out to her but before
I touched her she turned to me.
"If you're gonna do it...go ahead."
Again there was her odd way of putting things but I didn't
care. She turned her back to me so I reached over and unhooked her bra. She helped me by raising her shoulder and
allowing her bra to slip off. I droped it on the floor. She lay back down and I
rose above her. My hands paused at the elastic band of her black panties. She
arched her hips and I slid her panties off and tossed them to join her bra on
The musky scent of her womanhood was strong. She was
ready... I was ready. I touched her labia with the tip of my penis. She moaned
gently. She was so wet...and hot. I entered her without much effort. She pulled me closer... closer and I
sank slowly into her. I could feel every
fleshy ripple of her vaginal walls as she pulled me in deeper... deeper. Soon I was all the way inside her. She lay
still beneath me, then she began gasping. I began a slow and deliberate thrusting.
On each thrust she shivvered and in time she arched her
abdomin up to meet my down thrusts.
It was heaven.
Time melted away and we made sweet love for 30 minutes, then
a full hour. Each time I felt an orgasm nearing I held back until the urge to
This might be the only time I will every make love to my
sister so I wanted it to be special.
I lost count of the number of times she came. Six maybe,
seven. I knew I could hold back no longer so I began to really go. And when I
came... It was like dying. So intense. So
incredible. I lay there on top of her. breathing deeply. I slid out of her.
"Are you alright?" I asked, finally. I wanted her
to be alright.
"Hmm hum." She said simply and turned over with
her back to me.
"Is that what you really wanted?" I asked.
"That's what I really wanted." Again her voice was
so... matter of factly. Like I had just asked her for the time.
"And you are sure you're alright?" I really needed
to know she was alright.
"I just got you to fuck my brains out... I'm really
alright, really." She pulled the covers over herself and settled back.
I reached over and kissed her on the cheek. "I just
want to be sure." I laid back myself and fell after a long and quiet time
into a deep and restful sleep.