"Son, I promise we'll make it up to you."

"Don't worry about it. Enjoy your trip. I am still young and will have enough time to travel later."

I drove Mom and Dad to the airport, kissed them goodbye, and soon after they disappeared into the terminal. This was the last time I saw them alive. On the way to Mexico, there was a major storm that damaged the airplane's navigation instruments, and it fell to the ocean with everybody onboard.

I, Eli, was born 34 years ago, and for a long time was the only son. When I was 12, Mom decided she wanted to have another child. Dad attempted to change her mind; after all she was already 39 years old, but she refused to listen. Soon after, she got pregnant, and my sister, Sarah, was born.

It was weird to have a baby sister when I was already in high school. I helped the best I could to babysit her, play with her when I had free time, and even change her diapers on occasion. As a toddler she liked following me, and often disrupted my ability to study at home.

Everything changed when I went to college. I lived in the dorms and spent weekends at home every couple of weeks. I finished, became a computer analyst for a large software company, and bought a small house not far from my parents' home.

Socially, I was a regular guy; I kept in touch with several high school and college friends.

As for my love life, since I turned 20, I had 3 'serious' girlfriends that I went out with between 8 months and 3 years each. The first one, Joan, was pretty and funny, but she loved her phone and was on it 24/7. I lost my virginity with her. I liked having sex with her despite the fact she allowed me to use only a missionary position. I dumped her because once she answered the phone while I was fucking her. After her, I dated Lesley. She was a tall, athletic cheerleader, who liked basketball and listened to rock music.

Sex with her was more interesting: Lesley's favorite sexual position was cowgirl, but she agreed to doggy style as well. She did not hesitate to give me blowjobs, as long as I didn't cum in her mouth. One time I was very horny and ejaculated all over her face. She rushed to the bathroom, cleaned herself, and left, never to return. With my third girlfriend, Barbara, I stayed for 3 years. Her face was cute, and I liked her sense of humor. We felt good together, enjoyed watching movies, played board games, and went on short trips, mostly to state parks nearby. Sex with her was fun too: We frequently diversified both the location and the position. Except for anal, everything was on our menu. Unfortunately, titfucking was not possible with her B cup breasts. We separated when her mother, who lived on the east coast, became very sick and she needed to take care of her. In the last 2 years, I did not have an official girlfriend.

I watched Sarah growing up and becoming an attractive girl. Other guys noticed her too, and began chasing her. According to Mom, she was in and out with guys, and everything became more apparent after her 18th birthday. She started drinking alcohol, ignoring our parent's instructions to stop, had sex with a guy who was known as a gang member, and even got pregnant. When he heard she was considering keeping the fetus, he left her. She underwent an abortion, and soon after began dating a rock band member. She was now in college and since dating her rocker, her scores were average at best. One day, she found the dude in bed with 2 of her friends and ran home crying. This happened a week before our planned travel to Mexico.

Sarah was too depressed to go on a trip, and I volunteered to stay and cheer her up.

Losing both our parents was devastating. In the first 48 hours we had relatives in and out of our house, trying to console us, bringing food, and offering to help any way possible. We politely declined everything, and a day following the funeral, at last we were alone at my parent's house.

Sarah cried much of the time and was no help. At times, I sat with her and hugged her, but other times I let her grieve and started planning for the future. I checked the finances and noticed Dad was very responsible; he had good life insurance, which guaranteed several worry-free years. Sarah's college fund was taken care of, and there were no debts, including mortgage, car payments, or other loans. In addition, of course, my salary added more financial security.

Seven days later, I sat with Sarah and said, "Sis, Everything that happened was unpredictable and sad, but we have to go on with our lives. You have to go back to college, and I must return to my job. I'd rather you come live with me, and we'll sell this house with everything in it. What do you think?"

With her eyes red, she mumbled, "Whatever you say."

The next day, we moved much of her stuff to my home, and I placed the old house for sale. Four months later, we found a buyer who was willing to take the house as is for $280,000. I wasn't emotionally attached to that house and was happy to care for only one house from then on.

Sarah gradually showed signs of recovery. She attended college and participated in her classes, though she seemed less inclined to go out with other guys. In the beginning, she dressed in baggy clothes, as if trying to hide in them. One afternoon, to cheer her up, I commented, "Sarah, I think it's time to go back to normal life, and it includes wearing your nice clothes again."

She gazed at me and blurted, "I don't feel like it. Each time I dress up, guys come over, trying to engage in talk and asking to date me."

"Honey, you cannot hide forever. Tell you what: Wear something nice, and I'll take you out. It's up to you whether to a restaurant, the movies, or another place, but it's time to be outdoors, see the sun, and realize the world outside still exists."

"Eli, you can go out whenever you want, why force me to go with you?"

"Sis, the last thing Mom and Dad told me was to take care of you when they were gone. I am sure they meant until they returned from Mexico, but the situation has changed. I am your MUCH older brother. I am determined to fulfill our parent's wish. So dress up, and let's go."

She chuckled. It was the first time I saw her smiling since the terrible accident, "we can stroll toward the small pond in the park."

Sarah wore a skirt and a short-sleeved blouse. She looked much better than in the last few days: Her clothes were simple, but accentuated her feminine, attractive figure. She even put on red lipstick.

I ogled her up and down and said, "Lady, you look terrific."

She blushed, "I used to wear more fancy, but I wasn't in the mood lately."

"I think if our parents were alive, they'd want you to resume normal life."

The day was really good for a nice stroll. All of a sudden, Sarah began running and shouted, "Whoever reaches the water first decides what we do this weekend."

We were too close to the pond for me to make a run for it. Instead, my eyes focused on her bouncing tits that her soft bra could not suppress. To think of it, I haven't seen my sister running ever, at least not since she was no longer a child. The thin blouse got stuck to her chest, and her rack looked much bigger and sexier than I thought. My penis agreed with me and started rising...

She was huffing and puffing, smiling at me with her chest heaving. I was walking in her direction and felt my pecker continue to harden in my pants. There was no way I could hide my 7.5" as it created a noticeable tent in my front.

Sarah joked, "It's obvious I am the winner while you are the wiener..."

I blushed, "So what do you wish to do this weekend?"

"You'll accompany me to see a movie of my choice, and after that, we'll go to a dancing club."

"Girl, 24 hours ago you were depressed and hated me for forcing you to go out. And now you are cheerful and happy to leave the house. What has changed?"

She smirked, "It's a beautiful day, and I see you began noticing me."

"What are you saying? I always loved you."

"Well, that's not what I meant. As a child I adored you. Up to a point, you were nice and helped me, but when I followed you, you avoided me. When I grew up, you were hardly home. I missed you terribly. The horrific disaster reconnected us. But only now you realize I am no longer a child. I am a grown woman. In fact, you find me... sexy, right?"

I knew my cheeks turned ruby-red, and mumbled, "Sis, you definitely are no longer a toddler but an attractive young lady."

"Don't be shy. I am not just attractive but sexy!"

"... yes, you are..."

We started strolling along the shore without talking. Then I felt her palm looking for mine. We continued walking hand in hand silently. I had no idea what Sarah was thinking, but my brain was digesting the news: While Sarah was still my little sister, her alluring figure occupied my mind!

Along the trail, I took several pictures of the pond and the blooming colorful flowers. Sarah grinned and asked me to aim my camera at her as well. She posed dancing for me and later bent before me and smelled a couple of blue flowers.

When we reached our starting point, she asked to see the photos I took. I moved one by one. Toward the end, we saw the ones of her bending to smell the flowers. The upper part of her blouse separated from her body and displayed her large bra-covered breasts. The picture was well focused and beautiful. However, Sarah's tits were front and center, and it looked like I was intentionally aiming at them. I knew I wasn't, but how could I explain the final result?

She smiled and whispered, "Eli, you are a good photographer. I get the impression you were less interested in the background or my face and concentrated on my body. I have an idea. For quite sometime I wanted new photos of me. How about we return home, and you'll shoot me in a few poses and different clothes?"

"Sure. I think you are pretty, photogenic, and have a great body, so I think I can produce decent photos for you."

Shortly after, we went back home. We grabbed sandwiches, and Sarah said, "Unless you need to go somewhere, I am ready for a photo session."

"What exactly do you have in mind?"

"I was thinking to start on the balcony, so you can see my face against the nice hills. Then a few pictures in my room wearing different clothes and lastly, with some nighties on the bed."

It was very encouraging to see that Sarah was feeling better, and I was all for doing her wish. She entered the bathroom to do her face the way SHE wanted to appear in the photos, while I prepared my DSLR rather than use my phone-camera. I checked our balcony for the best angles to use.

I sat down for 5 minutes, and then she came out. Her long blonde hair was tied in a bun. Sarah put on makeup and red-hot lipstick on her luscious lips. Her blue eyes were amazing with her dark mascara. She looked very pretty! I was stunned. This was not my young sister - It was a lady with a beautiful face!

I whistled appreciatively.

Sarah grinned, "Thanks bro. I told you I am not a baby anymore."

I mumbled, "I didn't doubt you were no longer a toddler, but I didn't realize how pretty you were..."

She seemed surprised, "That's nice."

I shot her face enface and then in profile. Later, I stood on a chair to take pictures from above, to emphasize her high cheekbones. In some of the photos she was standing with the sun shining on her and in others with the balcony's shades partly down. After 20 pictures, I was done. I told Sarah I'd go prepare the photos for her on my computer, and in the meantime, she could change to the clothes she wished to be for the full body shots.

It took me 15 minutes to choose the 12 photos I liked. I cropped them but didn't use photoshopping. Sarah's photos demonstrated an extremely pretty face. In 4 of them, her expression changed from vulnerable to serious to smiley and then to seductive... Damn, suddenly even her face tempted me. I cursed myself for having these thoughts and called her to watch the pictures. She inspected each one thoroughly, and after seeing the last one, she turned to me, "You are a wonderful photographer. I never knew my face was so good-looking."

"Girl, are you ready for the full body shots?"

"Not yet. I wanted to see the face photos before deciding how to dress. If it's OK with you, I'd like 3 different sets for this session."

"No problem, but try to keep everything on your face as before."

She smiled and went to her bedroom. Ten minutes later, she was back, wearing yoga clothes with leggings and a sports bra. Everything looked as if it was tailored onto her body. What can I say; my tongue stuck to my palate. Her busty figure was pure perfection.

I began taking photos while encouraging her to assume certain yoga poses. I tried to be professional about it, but my prick had different ideas, and in no time it stiffened in my pants. My attempts at hiding it were unsuccessful. Sarah said nothing but her giggle told me she was aware of my predicament. I took 15 photos, and she went to change clothes.

The next one was a short tight black dress with generous cleavage. It clung to her body and since there were no signs of waistband or bra straps, apparently she had no underwear on... I shot 10 pictures before sending Sarah to change again.

She arrived several minutes later wearing a skimpy green bikini. The bottom part was a thin thong. Her camel toe was clearly visible. The soft bra covered little more than her nipples, and her massive tits bulged out in all directions. My cock was raging in my pants... I managed to shoot 7 photos before telling her I was going to download this set on my computer. I went to my room, downloaded the sexy photos, arranged them and ogled Sarah's tempting mammaries in the pictures. My cock was at full mast and ached. I couldn't resist, pulled it out, jacked off, and came within less than 2 minutes in a tissue...

Next, I called Sarah to watch her pictures. Again, she didn't say a word until she was done. Then she glanced at my groin. After cumming, my dick was almost at its resting size. Sarah stared at my face, winked and blurted, "Eli, I like these even more than the previous set. Can we move to the last session?"

"What's on your mind for next?"

"I always wished to have more intimate pictures with my nighty on."

"Sarah, are you sure you want ME to shoot these photos?"

"Yes, Eli, I want YOU to take them."

"OK. Put on the nighty you wish to be seen in."

The first one was a long, opaque, pink nighty, that was not much different than the robe she used at home before. I photographed 5 pictures. Next, she changed it to a much shorter white nighty. It was not sheer, but she had no bra on, and her hard nipples poked the silky cloth. Each time she changed pose, her heavy breasts swayed, hypnotizing me. My rod started stiffening once again. I shot a few pictures from the front, from behind, from above, and lastly, as she was lying on her tummy, leaning on her elbows and staring at me while pouting her lips. My rigid pole began aching, again...

"Sarah, are we done?"

She chuckled, "If it's OK, I'd like only one more." I had a suspicion but said nothing. Sarah went to her room and reappeared 10 minutes later. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She wore a transparent, red baby doll with nothing underneath. Sarah's voluptuous body was on full display before me. Her huge tits pushed the material, exposing large areolas and pointy dark pink nipples. Her flat, soft tummy showed a concave navel with a tiny blue pierced jewel. Her cunt was shaved, and the swollen labia in full view.

She asked innocently, "How do you want me?"

Before I could think, my mouth blurted, "Under me." Half a second later, my brain grasped what I had just said, and I added, "What I meant was that I'll stand on a chair and you'll be lying in bed."

Sarah had a strange smile, and she whispered, "Honey, I know what you meant, but let's keep it to after we are done with the pictures."

I mumbled, "With what you have on now, every pose will be great, so choose anything you wish."

Sarah selected the most seductive poses she could think of: From lying down on her abdomen, raising her upper body and letting the front of her lingerie slip down, allowing the camera a full frontal of her fantastic tits, to laying on her back with her legs partly apart, her hand resting on her cunt, and her eyes barely open...

I couldn't hide the tent in my pants, but by now I didn't care. It was obvious Sarah did everything to arouse me, so I joined her game. I knew I'd have enough material to masturbate on for a long time.

I shot about 20 photos before she was done. In the last 3, I noticed the low part of her baby doll had a small stain, and a drop was seen leaking on her upper thigh. So I wasn't the only one who was horny!...

I said, "Sarah, I am going to prepare the last set for you. In the meantime, you can dress up." Then I went to my room. I finished after 15 minutes and called her in. She was still wearing the baby doll. I didn't comment and placed my laptop before her.

She inspected the photos one after the other, grinning. When she finished, she gazed at my bulging cock and said, "Eli, all your pictures were beautiful. I love every one of them. However, they made me extremely aroused, and I noticed you have the same problem. I heard what you said before, and I agree that it's the best solution."

Her eyes explored mine.

I almost choked, "Sarah, I cannot deny your show made me very horny, but we are sister and brother. I am also 14 years older than you and have to be the responsible one. So I say we cannot do it."

She hugged me, pressing her soft tits onto my lower chest, "I knew you'd say it. Your brain is very cautious and thinks about the implications. Unlike you, I do not see a big issue here. We love each other. Neither one has a mate, and we are 2 adults who under unique circumstances found out we are attracted to each other."

"Honey, you are analyzing the issue logically, but it is a moral, ethical, and emotional dilemma."

"Don't you see your body wants to play with mine the same way mine feels about you?"

"Wanting something is not a good enough reason to do it. Let's compromise: both of us will think about it for a couple of days and then we'll discuss it again. OK?"

"Not OK, because I want you now. I understand what you are saying and disagree with your decision, but I'll accept it FOR NOW."

In the days that followed, Sarah walked nonchalantly in the house half-dressed with an open robe or sheer underwear, ignoring my stares. Our talks were short and formal. My nights were filled with dreams about Sarah. In them, wherever I went, she appeared naked and ready to have sex. Our sex was raw and rough. On average, I was jacking off 3 times a day...

Saturday morning, I woke up, and went to the bathroom wearing shorts and having a woodie. She said grimly, "Eli, the situation is becoming unbearable. Both of us are constantly horny. For a week I pretended not to care, but seeing you sporting a nonstop erection and knowing only your stubbornness stood between us was too much. So I made up my mind. I plan to move out."

"Please, don't."

"I can't take it anymore. You torture both of us for no reason. If I move away, at least I won't see you all the time and perhaps start my life over."

"Sarah... I love you, and I want you..."

She gazed into my eyes, "Are you giving up?"

I knelt before her, "I could hardly sleep without seeing us together in my dreams. I can't continue like that either. The moral issue stopped bothering me. Right now my only concern is what if, at any time, our intimate relationship sours... I'd hate to lose a sister too."

"Eli, stop thinking too much. People have similar thoughts before any commitment. We just have to promise that even if we terminate our intimate relationship, nothing would stand between us loving each other as brother and sister."

I mumbled, "Easy said than done, but I want you too much to continue without you."

"Good. Now be a good boy and kiss me." I kissed her lips tenderly.

She put her hands around my neck, pressed her body against me and blurted, "Not like that. I want a real kiss. Show me what you meant by saying you wanted me."

I had a fire inside me, but I still tried to restrain it; I gently parted her lips and licked her upper palate. She reacted by pulling me tightly into her and sucking my tongue. My organ reached new heights, separating us.

She disengaged from my mouth, caressed lightly my covered member, and said, "That was better. Your dick is ready to pounce, and I am very wet down there. It's time to go to bed."

Sarah's palm enveloped my covered cock, and she led me to the nearest bedroom. In seconds, we were both in our birthday suits, ogling each other's bodies. She murmured, "Eli, I touched your hard beast and my impression was it was big, but that is bigger and stiffer than I imagined. I've blown a few guys before, but never as marvelous as yours. I wish to try and find out if it's only enormous or it delivers delicious juice too."

She pushed me onto the couch, spread my knees, knelt in between, and explored my member with her eyes. Then her hand cupped my large ball sack and fondled it lovingly. I rested my head back and glanced at her humongous orbs. I had the urge to knead them but resisted, afraid to distract her from caring for my buddy.

Next, she used both her hands to engulf my prick and started bobbing it. Soon, a drop of precum popped up on top. Sarah grinned, "Good. A tasting offer." She leaned onto the spongy head and licked it. "It's very mild. Time to get to business and enjoy the real thing!"

Subsequently, her mouth opened wide, and her lips wrapped around the helmet. She milked it lightly, and it jerked in her mouth. Sarah giggled but kept it between her full lips. Slowly her mouth began taking me in. From the look of it, I thought she'd be able to get no more than 5", but she stopped when only 1" was outside. She winked at me and her lips started moving up and down on it.

Thirty seconds later, her knees crawled closer to the couch. Her hands grasped the sides of both tits, trapped my organ in between, and massaged it in a circular mode while her lips bobbed the distal part of my pecker.

Her technique was not familiar to me, yet very arousing. A couple of minutes into the blow job, I was ready to unload my stuff. I grabbed the back of her head, tensed, and exploded down her throat. She didn't retract and expertly swallowed my lava. After finishing, I let go of her head. Her lips kept sucking, gulping down the last remaining drops.

She licked the stained helmet and shaft and smiled at me, "Eli, your product was tasty. So while my cunt is pleading with me to remind you it feels neglected, any time you are in the mood for a BJ, let me know. I like energy drink, and yours is much healthier than the one I can find in Costco."

I hugged her and whispered, "Sis, you were amazing. I dreamt about you sucking my member, but in my dream the pleasure did not come close to the real thing. Thank you."

Her tiny palm patted my sensitive organ, and soon it rose again. Sarah chuckled, "I thought after cumming, an oldie like you would need more time to recover."

I smiled, "Usually it is the case. However, you are too sexy. Your gorgeous tits, pouty lips, and sensual touch arouse me like never before. I'd like to eat you, but my dick is begging me to let it conquer you."

"Do it. And please, forget about being gentle and considerate. I want your body to ravage mine. I want a super-orgasm!"

"In that case, better on the rug than in bed."

She lay on her back, parted her legs wide, and grinned at me. I placed a pillow under her butt, aimed the mushroomed head at her opening and penetrated half an inch. I stared at her pretty face. She closed her eyes and whispered, "Now, please..."

I shoved my rigid cock in a single forceful stroke all the way into her tight pussy. She gasped. I didn't care. I began plowing into her mercilessly at an accelerating pace.

Sarah must have been very horny because she lasted only a couple of minutes before shuddering wildly and wailing.

I hissed, "Girl, you wanted it rough, so take it!"

Her round tits bounced from side to side, tempting me. I tweaked them savagely, and she whimpered. I bent down and sucked ferociously on a hard nipple. Sarah screamed and her hands pulled my head onto her chest.

Next, I lifted her legs on my shoulders and continued drilling her pussy powerfully. I watched her tummy rising each time my cock rammed into her. The sight of her shivering, screaming, and her brain not controlling her behavior was a strong aphrodisiac. Despite ejaculating less than an hour earlier, I felt my climax was pending. I shifted to the highest gear, French kissed her to muffle her noise, and erupted deep in her cunt. Her pussy spasmed on my cock, and milked me, increasing twofold the immense pleasure.

When my rod started deflating, I rolled over to her side, and rested. Sarah kept her eyes closed for like 15 minutes before mumbling, "One day I dreamt of being in a zoo and raped by an animal. I woke up and was horny. Right now my body feels like it was attacked by a wild animal. To my delight, despite some red and blue markings I'll have for a couple of days, it was a wholesome experience. I recall shouting without being able to control it. It was the most enjoyable torture I ever experienced."

I blurted, "I have an alibi. I wasn't here. You were out so you cannot be sure who was the animal..."

She smiled, "Honey, you are absolutely right. So, before we go to sleep, let's repeat it, just to be sure who the culprit is."

I kissed my sister lovingly. The future looked bright.​