My Sister Chloe by Mered88

It wasn’t until one day while exploring the site that we discovered the forums and the stories, and we loved them both. The only problem was that sometimes the forum discussions and the stories having to do with consensual incest would piss me off. I was amazed at what some people would say or write about a subject they obviously knew little about. I was left with the impression that perhaps these people had had a bad experience, or it wasn’t what they had expected, or they were misinformed, or they were lying. Whatever the reason for their perspective, I wanted to let people know what our experience had been.

*****

My sister Chloe has been with me since she turned eighteen years old. Both of our parents passed away in a tragic boating accident two years before that. When the accident first happened, Chloe initially went to live with our grandmother because I was working and traveling around the country so much, I couldn’t take care of her. When I returned home, I brought her to live with me. Though I was older and had been grown and out of the house years earlier, Chloe and I had always had a close relationship, and after I moved away, we still kept in contact with each other and talked on the phone frequently.

I’ll be the first to admit that our parents, particularly our father, were very strict with Chloe, perhaps because she was a girl. Protective and overly sheltering, which probably added to her being so shy, having low self-esteem, and a general distrust and fear of anyone outside of the family. I think it may partly have been these insecurities that a few years later would bind us together and set our unnatural relationship and desires in motion.

I remember that afternoon at the train station, my Mom, Dad, and Chloe had come to say goodbye. My little Chloe was crying her eyes out.

“Oh Mark, I’m going to miss you so much, I don’t know what I’m going to do,” she said.

“What’ll I do when I get scared at night? I’m going to miss you, Mark.” I knew then that Chloe, though she had never said anything, felt and shared that special closeness with me.

“It’ll be okay, baby . . . I’m your big brother, and I’ll always be there for you, just a call away.”

Chloe kissed me, and I looked at her, maybe really seeing her for the first time. As I boarded the train, I thought about our closeness and knew I would miss her terribly.

*****

When I first brought Chloe to live with me, she had trouble sleeping at night, just like when she was much younger. Being her older, protective brother, I’d let her get into my bed at night, and she’d usually be calmed by the warmth of my body and the muffled sound of my beating heart. Sometimes though, the only thing to quiet and calm her was to have her lay on her back, open her legs, and let me slowly, gently lick her down there. I know, I know it was inappropriate and wrong, but gradually over a few weeks, it became apparent how much she enjoyed this, and I discovered I liked doing it to her. I can’t say for sure how this oral indulgence started, just that somehow it did. We both found pleasure and satisfaction in this act, and neither of us ever felt shame or guilt for enjoying this loving intimacy.

Watching Chloe’s body react to my pleasuring her was a joy. I’d feel her small, warm hand reach for me under the covers, and I wouldn’t be able to help myself. Yes . . . I was her brother, her older, experienced brother who should have been looking out for her, but I convinced myself that it wasn’t incest, it really wasn’t because we weren’t having sex . . . so it wasn’t incest. I enjoyed the building arousal when listening to the soft, almost purring sound she made when I ran my tongue over and between her soft folds and crevices, letting my tongue slip into her tight, pink cunt.

At night, trying to be careful not to wake her, I’d get up, go into the bathroom, and jerk off. I know all of this might sound strange and perverted, but it wasn’t . . . it was me showing my love, concern, and respect for my sister Chloe. If by chance she did awaken, she’d let me go down on her, separating her puffy pink pussy lips, and with my mouth and tongue, lick her sweet pussy and suck her clit until Chloe began to tremble and whimper as she whispered, “Oh Mark . . . Mark,” against my ear.

I think it was during this period that my fascination and overwhelmingly incestuous desire for my little sister intensified.

*****

One morning, something happened that signaled a change in our physical interactions. I awoke a little after three in the morning to find Chloe in my bed, squirming around and rubbing herself against me. What was even more distressing was to feel my semi-erect cock between her thighs with the leaking tip nestled firmly between her parted pussy lips. She was asleep. Her small rounded womanly hips were swaying, and her thighs were pressing tight against my cockhead so that it was rubbing against her hardening little clit. I lay there mesmerized by what she was doing. I suddenly realized how stiff I had become and that my hips had begun to move subtly, pushing, pressing my cockhead against her slit. I hadn’t meant to, but I found myself masturbating her with the tip of my cockhead. Chloe’s eyes fluttered open, and though she was still half asleep, she smiled and ever so slightly opened her thighs wider for me. Unable to hold off any longer, I held my hard, bulbous cockhead tight against her parted slit and started to groan as I squirted rope after rope of cum between her legs and all over her thighs. When my orgasm subsided, I lay there in shocked silence at what I had done. That had been close, but a line had been crossed, and I knew I would have to be careful.

After that, though only an innocent eighteen-year-old, Chloe proved herself willing and eager, taking the tip of my cock and placing it in her mouth, where she would suck it, licking and swallowing the pre-cum that her warm mouth would draw from it. I loved this time with Chloe, and eventually, I taught her how to suck my cock the way I liked best. As much as I enjoyed this, I tried not to let it go any further than this innocent “play.” At the time, I didn’t think Chloe was emotionally ready for any more physical complications, and I struggled with my desire to make sure the physical relationship didn’t progress.

*****

When Chloe came to live with me, I was single, well-traveled, and owner of my own growing construction business. I was a big man, tall, hard-muscled, brown hair, and steely grey eyes, reasonably good looking, and had before Chloe, never lacked for female company if I wanted it.

Chloe, by contrast, was light to my dark. Chloe was beautiful now, and in a few years, she would become exquisitely so. Most people who knew us agreed Chloe had inherited her beauty from our mother; long, thick strawberry blond hair; large, wideset, grey eyes, with long, dark lashes; facial features highlighted by a small cleft at her chin and a full pouty mouth that one day might drive some other guy crazy when she turned her attention to sucking his cock.

In just the first year that Chloe had been with me, she had begun to evolve into a lovely desirable young woman, and she was mine. Chloe was smart, adventurous and full of questions about life, love, and sex, and fortunately, she had no hesitancy in coming to me with issues, questions, or problems; we discussed and worked through everything.

We both loved the water, boating, swimming, that kind of thing, and spent a lot of time at our parents’ small lake house during the summer. One hot, humid evening, we were goofing around in the pool, me tickling her and holding her up against me. My hand brushing across her mound when my fingers slid along the valley between her legs and began lightly rubbing her clit. Chloe looked up and smiled knowingly at me as my middle finger easily poked in and out of her pussy. She grew quiet, her eyes fluttered close, her breathing became short and ragged, and her small body began to quiver against my hand. I took her in my arms and held her, making her feel the heat and pressure of my erection against her stomach. Still standing in the pool, I stripped off my swim trunks. Chloe reached down, and taking my cock in her hands, began playing with it, stroking it up and down until it was so engorged, she could barely get her hand around it. As she stroked me, I masturbated her, and after a few minutes, we both came hard, desperately holding on to each other as the thin threads of white cum floated to the top of the water.

“Mark?” She asked breathlessly.

“Yes . . . . Chloe.”

“Mark, when are you going to put it inside me? When are you going to make love to me that way?” she asked, her warm breath feathering over the side of my face.

I stood in shocked silence, momentarily unable to speak. I didn’t know what to say.

*****

Chloe had long ago started sleeping in my bed at night. Most nights, we would lay in bed with me reading or on my laptop, her absently watching TV. She loved making me hard, watching how my cock, as if with a mind of its own, would go from limp to rigid and pulse in her hand. After a while, I’d have to put my laptop aside when I felt her warm, soft fingers begin to caress me and play with my cock through the fabric of my pajamas before she slipped her hand inside, freeing my cock, lovingly kissing and teasing its crown. Her mouth could barely cover my cockhead, but she would get as much of it into her mouth as she could, get herself comfortable, and begin to suckle. I enjoyed these evenings immensely. Despite her relative inexperience, she could regularly bring me to orgasm with her mouth, making me cum, filling her mouth to overflowing. Even now, it makes me smile when I think of how cute and sexy she would look after swallowing my load . . . her grey eyes darkening and sparkling with accomplishment as little threads of cum trailed down her chin.

I couldn’t seem to get enough of her. I’d dream about fucking Chloe and wake during the night with a throbbing cock and an overwhelming urge to be inside her. Knowing I couldn’t do that, I’d roll her onto her back and go down on her, inevitably waking her and hearing her say sleepily, ”Mark? Mark, I’m sleeping, Mark.”

Hell, just hearing her voice would make me even harder.

“Go back to sleep, Chloe,” I’d tell her as I continued to lick her until I felt her begin to tremble against my mouth. I’d press my already swollen cock between her thighs and thrust vigorously until I ejaculated and found relief. Afterward, I’d lay there, touching myself, trying to understand this “thing” with Chloe. Most times, it felt like a normal relationship between a man and a woman, but it was more than that. Maybe the attraction was so strong because we were the older brother and younger sister; there was a special sibling bond, coupled with some sort of primal biological urge to mate with her. I knew Chloe looked to me for guidance and trust, and I knew she wanted to please me, her older brother. I also knew in her growing emotional maturity that she was ready for me to fuck her.

Pulling her closer to me, I spooned behind her pressing my now flaccid cock against her butt cheek and brushing my fingers over her hard, erect nipple as I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

*****

Chloe had just had her nineteenth birthday when we had sex for the first time.

She loved it at the lake house. By the time we celebrated her birthday, we were just about living at the lake house, becoming a part of the community there. Years ago, when we were kids, our folks had built us a two-room treehouse located a short distance from the lake house. We still frequently took advantage of the treehouse. Sitting high up in the treehouse, you could see the people down at the lakeshore and, with the window opened, enjoy the warm afternoon, the faint sound of drifting music, and the gentle breeze. On a warm, muggy night, we took our clothes off and stretched out on the floor, enjoying the quiet and the closeness.

“I love our treehouse very much. I love coming here,” Chloe said as she rolled onto my chest and kissed me innocently on my cheek and then not so innocently on my mouth. I closed my eyes and savored the feel of her soft lips, and before I realized what I was doing, I had put her on her back, eased my dick into her mouth, and quickly come in a copious, oozing ejaculation.

I pulled out of her mouth and went down on her, licking, sucking, teasing her with my tongue, and gently finger fucking her.

“Hmmm, that feels good, Mark,” she moaned.

“I love you, Mark,” she said as she pulled me to her and kissed me. We could hear the people out on the lake shouting and laughing, having a good time. The people below were oblivious to us in the treehouse where I used my mouth and tongue on her until her hands became entangled in my hair, and she orgasmed, pulling my mouth tight against her pussy until my face was covered in her juices.

*****

Though it was approaching the end of the summer, we were having an uncharacteristically hot day and decided to run a few errands in town first and then go down to the lakefront for a swim. Later in the day, with a chilled bottle of wine and a couple of glasses, we went to a secluded portion of the beach and spread out a blanket.

I lay there next to Chloe, enjoying the light breeze off the lake, and turned to look at her. She lay with her eyes closed and a faint smile on her face, and I thought about us, the bonding that had continued to grow and strengthen between us. Chloe and I had always been emotionally and physically close despite our age difference. I thought about the way she would laugh and giggle when I tickled her, the way we enjoyed the innocent touching, kissing, muffled whispers, and secrets that we had always shared.

Things had gradually begun to change when I entered puberty and began to mature. My feelings toward Chloe seemed different, and I knew they were wrong. It was also around this time, while surfing on the internet, that I learned about incest, sexual fetishes, and fantasies.

*****

The portion of the shore where large boulders surrounded us provided great places for diving and prevented anyone passing from seeing us. After swimming out to the buoy a little way from the shore, we slipped back into the water, and standing on the submerged platform, began splashing around. Since we were alone, I pulled her closer to me and, pulling her swim bottoms down, eased my hardening cock between her slim thighs and began stroking her from behind. Chloe began to moan when my cock head rubbed between her pussy slit. She let her head drop back onto my shoulder as I rubbed her clit with increasing pressure, “That was wonderful,” she repeated in a barely audible voice as an orgasm began to blossom within her. “Oh Mark,” she breathlessly said when she climaxed, her body trembling and squirming seductively in my arms.

“Oh, Marky, she whispered, I love you so much.”

We came back to our place on the shore and lay there in the warm night air holding each other for some time. Without being conscious of it, I had been rubbing my erection against her and suddenly became aware of my growing, consuming need for her. I leaned over and kissed her hard and deep on her mouth and felt her lips part, the tip of her tongue touching mine.

I could feel Chloe’s body soften under me, and I knew it was inevitable; I knew what was going to happen. I rolled on top of her, and with my knee, opened her legs. She momentarily gasped at the heat and pressure of my engorged cock pressing against her mound. My cock caressed and teased her slit, and I slowly eased my cockhead forward, separating her cunt lips, and felt the slight resistance as her lips enveloped my cockhead. I pressed forward and felt her body relax even more as it welcomed me.

She looked at me, questioningly, “Mark?”

“I need to put my cock inside you, sweetheart,” I said.

She stopped moving, growing silent and still beneath me, her sexual understanding and intuitiveness arousing and exciting me. Her hand reached down and traced the outline of my thick, jerking member. Taking a deep breath, she looked up at me and said, “Mark, you’re too big . . .”

“Do you trust me, Chloe?”

“Yes, Mark . . . but I’m scared.”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, baby. I just want to make you feel good, make both of us feel good. I’ve never deliberately hurt you, have I? I would never do anything that hurt you,” I said, trying to reassure her.

“Open your legs for me, Chloe.”

After a few seconds of hesitation, Chloe opened her legs, and I positioned myself between them. The tip of my cock, oozing pre-cum separated her pussy lips and kissed the small, tight opening. I let my cockhead tease her pussy and rub against her clit until she was wet and her pussy ready for my penetration. After a few minutes, I saw her eyes roll back in her head and felt her body quiver under me.

“I love you, Chloe,” I said and felt her tighten her hold on me as I pushed into her. Because I had inadvertently broken her cherry the year before with my fingers, fortunately, the actual pain of penetrating her for the first time with my cock was minimal but still uncomfortable.

She tensed.

“Its okay, baby . . . it’s okay,” I repeated as I continued to inch my cock into her tight, resisting pussy. Thankfully her juices and my abundant pre-cum made my entry easier, and little by little, I was able to work my cock inside her. Gently encouraging and coaxing her, I pushed in deeper and deeper, all the while aware that my hot demanding cock must have seemed massive to her. I stopped to let her body become accustomed to being filled by a man’s . . . by my cock and then began again easing into her warm, velvety channel. I started to gently stroke in and out of her, establishing a rhythm that she quickly matched.

“Ohhhh, Mark,” she said with a hint of surprised pleasure in her voice.

Despite this being our first time together, I couldn’t hold back any longer and gave in to the lust. I rode her. I . . . rode her, slamming my cock back and forth inside her, stretching her, teaching her pussy who it belonged to as I fucked her hard. Her young body shuddered, and then I began to cum, and I felt the hot, wetness of my ejaculation as I emptied myself inside my sweet, sweet Chloe.

Afterward, I lay with my head on her chest, gasping, and trying to catch my breath. I knew her no longer innocent pussy would be sore and bruised and pulling myself out, I lowered my mouth to her abused pussy and began to lick and kiss her there as my cum poured out of her. When I had cleaned her, we rose, and gathering our things, walked hand in hand back up to the lake house.

After showering, I fixed us a light dinner, and we went to bed and made love again. Sometime during the night, Chloe awoke and mounted me. She positioned my cockhead at her entrance and let it slide inside her as she lowered her pussy onto my pole. This time it was Chloe’s turn to ride me. Hungrily, desperately she fucked me . . . Oh my God, it was hard to believe she was only nineteen.

“Yes, yes, that’s it baby, cum for Marky . . . cum for Marky,” I said softly, my voice a whisper in the darkened room. My hips began to thrust upward into her pussy until she came in a screaming orgasm. We fell asleep with me spooning behind her, her back to my chest, my semi-hard cock wedged between her ass cheeks.

*****

She was always so loving, open, and giving, eager to learn and experience. As the year passed, and then another, our relationship in all ways grew strong and happy. Now, as Chloe approached her twenty-first birthday, sexual intercourse and exploration between Chloe and I had become a regular, enjoyable part of our life together.

As life would have it, I inevitably knocked-up my little sister. She didn’t say anything at first, and when she finally came to me in a panic, she was already almost eight weeks gone. I was thrilled, proud that she was carrying my child; the fact that it was a pregnancy out of incest was of little consequence to us.

Everyone knew that Chloe was my sister, and as far as anyone in the small lake community was concerned, the story we had given them was that someone at the college had attacked her. The other neighboring residents, who were generally older, retired couples, eagerly accepted this story and were actually quite protective of her, us, and our privacy.

*****

After another month or so, Chloe was starting to show a small baby bump. Because of her small size, her body’s slightest change was apparent, and I seemed to be always on the verge of sexual arousal when she was near me. Her pussy was still so tight and wet, and I often had to struggle not to cum too quickly when we made love. All I can say is that my little sister was beautiful in her pregnancy. Her growing belly and teats were definitely hard-on inducing, as evidenced by the appreciative and often lecherous looks she got from men when we were out.

*****

Chloe’s sexual aggressiveness seemed to increase almost from the start of her pregnancy. I assumed we were like most young pregnant couples; no matter how much sex we enjoyed, she seemed to want more. Everything “they,” said about pregnant sex apparently was true.

Even though she was now obviously breeding, she was still quite desirable, and it wasn’t easy to keep my hands off her. She had that maternal glow that pregnant women have; beautiful, firm full breasts; slim, smooth white thighs; small tight ass, and a taunt, rounding, pregnant belly. She was always wet and eager for me, never resisting, never refusing when I would press my dick into her small, youthful body and want to love her in the middle of the night or when she was busying herself around the house.

I remembered recently Chloe and I were in the kitchen, making lunch and feeling horny. She took her clothes off, unzipped my pants, and urging me to sit down, positioned herself on my lap, and pressed my cock inside her deliciously pregnant pussy. As she worked her pussy up and down my shaft, she let out a soft moan and began to whimper. Taking hold of her by the waist, I began to push and shove my monstrously swollen cock inside her and could feel my balls growing full and hard with cum.

“Oh Mark,” she moaned, it feels so good, don’t stop . . . please don’t stop.”

The sound of her moans and her pleas only spurred me on, and every time I slammed into her, I would thrust forward, and the tip of my cock would touch the back of her pussy, making her groan and whimper even louder. As I started to fuck my little sister faster, deeper, she began to cum, “Oh Mark, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” and as her orgasm overtook her, she screamed with the pleasure that washed over her. I held her down on my cock, still thrusting into her, and began filling her up, grunting like an animal, spurting cum all over her ripening womb until I had emptied myself.

*****

This special time between Chloe and me has been extraordinary.

What a fortunate man I am to wake each morning to the sensation of her warm, soft body next to me. Her pregnant belly pressing against me, her head on my chest, her small hand between my legs encircling my semi-hard penis that immediately begins to jerk, twitch, and grow at her touch.

Chloe lay in my arms, still asleep as I listened to her soft breathing and rubbed my swelling erection against her ass cheeks. Damn, I wanted to fuck her, sleep, or not and without giving it too much thought, I reached down and pulled her panties off.

“Mark?”

“Shhhh . . . go back to sleep,” I responded.

“Silly, how can I go back to sleep with you trying to stick that thing in me?” She said and giggled as she rolled onto her side.

I eased my cock inside her and began to stroke. “Mark,” she murmured sleepily as her body opened for me. There in the early morning hour, as we lay in the quiet, warmth of our bed, I fucked my little sister awake.

Our life was perfect.