#rayzeewrites

Instead you felt your breath hitch, your nerves clawing your throat closed and choking off any words you might have felt fit to say. What if you screwed up? What if the weight of everything you’d been holding in all these years was too much? What if you did something unforgivable, and ruined your relationship with the most important person in your life?

“Uh, you okay-?” Madeline’s voice broke through your self-destructive monologue. She was still smiling, but her eyes reflected your anxiety. Shit, you must have made her worry. You felt her begin to withdraw, her hand moving away from your lap. You sensed what might be your only chance at confronting your feelings begin to slip away, and in a sudden blaze of fear and panic, your hand shot out and pulled hers back to you. Madeline gave the smallest of gasps.

It was now or never.

“...Are you sure you want to?” You whispered in a tortured, husky voice. This small, terrified affirmation was enough to make your sister grin at you, and you felt some blessed relief from the tension in your chest.

“You really are dense sometimes, you know that?” Mads laughed softly. “Did you really think I never noticed when you ‘borrowed’ my clothes? Or the way you looked at me in swim class? Hell, you even started working out just to look like my ex. You’re not even a little subtle.”

You felt your face burn brighter than ever as you instinctively reached for some nonexistent excuse, but your sister cut your apologies short.

“It’s fine, really. I’m not- I mean, I’m the same. I guess that’s what I’m trying to say. I feel the same way.”

You were still reeling from the weight of the conversation and nearly drowning in your own nerves, but the truth of Madeline’s words settled on your heart and you finally understood. She felt the same way. In this moment, and in every moment that came before it. You felt yourself draw closer to her, closing that last bit of distance. Her breath was hot on your face as she met your gaze. You felt something irresistible building in the air between you, a compulsion. A need.

“Even though we’re…” You managed to squeak out, your face now just inches from Madeline’s.

“I don’t care if you don’t,” She whispered back.

That was all you needed to hear. You brought your lips to hers and kissed your sister for the first time. Her lips were soft, and warm, and perfect. It was beyond anything you’d imagined, a singular point of bliss. The only thing that could hurt you in this moment was its passing, so you kissed her again, and then again, each time more assured and more desperate. Madeline reciprocated, the two of you perfectly in sync like so many moments before, until your tongues met and slipped playfully against each other.

Seconds bled into minutes. Nighttime fell like a cool blanket over the cabin, and you and your sister became more and more entangled. Mads laid you down on the couch and got on top of you, your breasts pressing gently into hers as you embraced. Both of you moaned softly as you took turns gently exploring each other’s bodies. You caressed your sister, hands gliding over her hips, thighs, shoulders, and eventually beneath her bra. The nerves that had so nearly drowned you before were gone, replaced by a raging torrent of all-consuming passion.

Mads was the first to break your embrace. She rose up to sit in your lap, looking at you with a flushed expression as she bucked her hips against the barely-contained bulge in your shorts. She stopped for just a moment to ask for consent, and all you had to do was nod. With that, she undid your bottoms and freed your leaking, throbbing girlcock. It was in her mouth moments later, her tongue flicking against your tip and sending shocks of ecstasy racing up your spine. You rewarded your sister with more moans, and she reciprocated by swallowing more of your length.

“H-holy shit, Mads,” you whined, tangling her soft hair between your fingers. You guided her steadily along as she bobbed up and down, eagerly slurping your cock to the base over and over. You tried in vain to hold your orgasm back, but your sister sent you over the edge without a second thought. She didn't pull away until you were done gasping and shuddering, every drop of your cum disappearing down her throat.

When she finally came up for air she looked triumphant.

“Always wanted to do that,” she huffed, wiping spit and sweat from her chin. “Just so you know.”

You responded with a breathy laugh, then sat upright to kiss your thanks to her. You felt fuzzy and floaty in the aftermath of your climax, like this was all some bizarre and overly-indulgent dream.

Mads wasn't nearly done indulging though, and her panties and bra were suddenly in a pile in the middle of the floor. You watched her settle on the couch on all fours, her ass pointed at you. She was glistening wet, all for you. Her voice almost sounded like her old, quiet self as she sheepishly begged for you to fuck her.

“Come on… don't make me ask.”

You gladly followed your animal instincts and positioned yourself behind her, grabbing her hips to better leverage her soft, sweat-slick body against your own. Her plump, perky asscheeks caressed your over-stimulated cock, and you grinded yourself mindlessly into her for what felt like ages, until your sister finally screamed-

“Fuck, Lori, please just fuck me! Please, fuck-”

Her words devolved into a mess of grunts and cries that you never even imagined your own sister could make, and you joined in with her. Your bodies added in their own chorus of shameless slaps and squelches as you rutted and bred and fucked your sister into sweet, sweet submission. You cooed and encouraged her, pulled her hair, spanked her until your hands stung. She took everything you had and more, your perfect little fucktoy.

Your perfect little sister.

You leaned all your weight into her and buried your cock as deep as you could, filling her with your load. The sounds Madeline made were unholy, and so so beautiful. You resolved to hear them again, and kept on rutting her, your eyes glued to the glistening silhouette of your naked sister illuminated by flickering TV light. Both of you shared everything you had ever felt for each other, two lifetimes of shame and lust and fear. You reaffirmed your connection over and over, every climax more cathartic than the last, until you were both completely and utterly spent.

As you finally collapsed onto the couch and cradled Mads in your arms, you understood that nothing would ever be the same. You hoped that was a good thing.

“Lori,” Madeline sighed, cradling your cheek in a shaky hand. “I love you.”

You leaned in and kissed her again. You were still the protective, overbearing older sister, but now you were so much more.