1. My s****r's Baby


    Date: 12/16/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    all wearing pajamas so there was no direct skin to skin contact. But... and isn't there always a but? The experience had left me with the knowledge of how it felt to have my s****r's warm body close to mine, and I couldn't quite get that thought out of my head. I had tasted of the forbidden fruit, well not really tasted, I had just sensed the aroma and gladly let it permeate my body. I couldn't forget the lovely feeling of her against me and the smell of her close to me. After our parents found us we had the 'lecture' about how we should stay in our own beds in future. They did their best to make it clear what the dangers where without actually saying 'you may have sex and Emmy could end up pregnant' but the implication was obvious to both of us. We knew very clearly where babies came from. But knowledge doesn't always protect you does it? You need common sense and self-control to support that knowledge, two qualities that are largely absent from most teenager's characters, especially where sex is concerned. After the 'interview' Emmy came into my room and sat on my bed. “Thank you for looking after me last night. I know it's silly but I am petrified and I just can't help it.” “It's OK Emmy. I understand, I really do, and I don't mind. But listen if it happens again you need to make sure you are back in your room before they catch us.” Emmy said “You're a star Chris.” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. That aroma again... what was it? Perfume? No, I didn't think so. Maybe it ...
    was just her, how Emmy smelled. One thing I did know is that I liked it. She smiled at me. “I felt safe last night. You made me feel it was all going to be OK.” I admitted to her that it 'felt pretty neat cuddling like that'. She scooted up the bed next to me, lifted my arm round her shoulder, rested her head on my neck and said 'yes it was pretty neat'. There was a tension in the air that strangled my vocal chords. I heard my voice croak 'any time is OK with me'. She whispered 'I love you big b*****r, thank you'. And so it happened that I invited my s****r into my bed. Did I know then what I was doing, what I wanted? I'm not sure. It's hard to say what motivates you, but I see now that I did want to feel her close to me again and that maybe I should have recognized that feeling for what it was. My parents half-stated warning that if we shared a bed I might impregnate my s****r played games with my head. I turned the idea over and found it made me smile with a strange excitement. Nothing happened between us for a few weeks but the knowledge was there, a little sweet thought that tickled me and bided its time. We were closer now in subtle ways. She was more comfortable being close to me and would always give me a more than s****rly hug in the morning or when we hadn't seen each other around. I noticed she was more comfortable with me when she was walking round the house in her bra and panties, but that she never let our parents see her in that state of undress. I was very happy ...
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