Mike had always been close with his mom and sister Ella, but he had never really thought of his sister in a sexual way before. That all changed one day when he overheard a conversation between his mom and sister that he wasn’t meant to hear.
He was in the kitchen, getting a glass of water, when he heard his sister’s voice coming from the living room. She sounded worried and upset.
“Mom, I’m really worried about something,” his sister said. “I’m 19 years old and I still have really small breasts. None of my friends have breasts as small as mine. I feel like there’s something wrong with me.”
Mike’s mom tried to reassure her, telling her that everyone develops at their own pace and that there was nothing to worry about. But his sister was inconsolable. She felt like she was somehow defective, and she didn’t know how to deal with it.
Mike felt a pang of sympathy for his sister. He knew how self-conscious she could be, and he couldn’t imagine how hard it must be for her to feel like she didn’t measure up. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel a strange stirring in his pants as he listened to her talk about her small breasts.
Later that day, Mike saw his sister in her room with the door open. Their mom was out running errands, and the house was quiet. He hesitated for a moment, but then he decided to go in and talk to her.
“Hey, sis,” he said, trying to sound casual. “I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation with mom earlier. I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful, no matter what.”
Ella’s face went red with embarrassment, “OMG you listened to us talk.” She hugged herself, trying to disappear into her oversized hoodie. “Mike, you weren’t supposed to hear that. It’s so… pathetic.”
Mike stepped further into the room, closing the door gently behind him. He hated seeing her like this, so vulnerable and insecure. “Hey, it’s not pathetic. Everyone has insecurities. And honestly, Ella, I don’t think you have anything to be ashamed of.”
She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Easy for you to say. You’re a guy. You don’t understand.”
He sighed and then shocked her with, “you may have small tits, don’t laugh but I have a small dick. But it still get’s the job done at the end of the day, size doesn’t always matter.”
Ella stared at him, her mouth slightly agape. The confession, so unexpected and raw, seemed to momentarily shock her out of her own self-pity. “You… you have a small dick?” she stammered, a flicker of amusement starting to dance in her eyes despite her earlier distress.
Mike winced, immediately regretting his impulsive honesty. “Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have said that,” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair. “The point is, everyone has something they’re insecure about. It doesn’t define you.”
But the ice had been broken. Ella let out a small, shaky laugh. “I can’t believe you just told me that,” she said, still giggling. “I guess… I guess that does make me feel a little better. Misery loves company, right?”
Mike managed a smile. “Something like that.” He moved closer, sitting on the edge of her bed. “Look, Ella, I’m not going to pretend to understand exactly how you feel. But I do know that you’re an amazing person, inside and out. You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re kind… and you’re beautiful. Don’t let some stupid societal pressure make you feel otherwise.”
Ella looked at him, her eyes searching his she saw him getting an hardon. “Do you really think so?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. “Wait… are you… trying to get into my k-knickers.”
Mike was taken aback by his sister’s question. He hadn’t even realized that he was getting hard, but now that she mentioned it, he couldn’t deny it. He felt a rush of guilt wash over him. This wasn’t how he wanted this conversation to go.
“No, of course not,” he stammered, standing up quickly and taking a step back. “I just wanted to talk to you, that’s all.”
Ella looked at him sceptically, but she didn’t say anything. She just hugged herself tighter, her eyes dropping to his crotch. Mike could see the hurt and confusion in her expression, and he felt like the world’s biggest asshole.
He knew he needed to get out of there before he made things even worse. “I… I should go,” he mumbled, turning towards the door. “Just… think about what I said, okay?”
He practically fled the room, closing the door softly behind him. He leaned against it for a moment, taking a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart and conflicted thoughts. What was he doing? He couldn’t possibly be attracted to his own sister, could he? It was just the heat of the moment, the vulnerability of the situation, the shared confession… right?
The rest of the day was awkward, to say the least. He avoided Ella as much as possible, feeling a constant sense of guilt and shame whenever they were in the same room. He tried to convince himself that he had imagined the spark he thought he had seen in her eyes, that he was just projecting his own confused feelings onto her.
Later that night, after their mom had gone to bed, Mike heard a soft knock on his door. He hesitated for a moment, his stomach twisting into knots, before finally opening it.
Ella stood there, dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, her hair slightly disheveled. She looked nervous and uncertain, but there was a strange glint in her eyes that he couldn’t quite decipher.
“Hey,” she said softly, avoiding his gaze. “Can I… can I talk to you for a minute?”
Mike swallowed hard, stepping aside to let her in. He closed the door behind her, feeling a sense of dread mixed with a strange, forbidden excitement.
Ella sat on the edge of his bed, fidgeting with her fingers. “I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper. “About… about everything.”
Mike sat down beside her, trying to keep his distance. “And?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
“And… I think I understand what you were trying to say,” she continued, finally meeting his eyes. “About insecurities, and how they don’t define you.” She paused, taking a deep breath. “But it’s still hard, you know? It’s hard to feel confident when you feel like you’re lacking something.”
Mike nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew this was a dangerous conversation, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop it. “I know,” he said softly. “But you’re not lacking anything, Ella. You’re perfect just the way you are. Trust me if you wasn’t my sister oh I would bone the shit out of you… shit sorry.”
Ella blushed crimson, ducking her head. “Mike! You can’t say things like that.” But there was a teasing lilt to her voice, a playful shove that belied her mock-outrage. “But… thanks. It’s… nice to hear.”
A silence fell between them, thick with unspoken tension. Mike could feel the heat radiating from Ella’s body, the soft scent of her shampoo filling the small room. He knew he should change the subject, that he was playing with fire, but he felt strangely paralyzed, drawn to her vulnerability and the flicker of something else in her eyes.
“I… I brought something,” Ella said, breaking the silence. She reached into her shorts pocket and pulled out a small bottle. “I found this hidden in mom’s closet a while ago. I was saving it for a special occasion.” She held up the bottle of vodka, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “I think tonight qualifies.”
Mike stared at the bottle, his mind racing. He knew this was a terrible idea, that alcohol would only amplify the already dangerous emotions swirling between them. But he couldn’t deny the surge of excitement that coursed through him, the thrill of breaking the rules, of crossing a line he never thought he’d even approach.
“Are you sure about this, Ella?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
She met his gaze, her eyes sparkling with defiance and a hint of trepidation. “No,” she said honestly. “But that’s kind of the point, isn’t it?”
And with that, she twisted the cap off the bottle and took a long swig. She coughed, grimacing at the harsh taste, then offered it to Mike. He hesitated for a moment, then took the bottle and followed her lead. The vodka burned its way down his throat, instantly loosening his inhibitions and fueling the reckless fire that was already raging within him.
They passed the bottle back and forth, the silence gradually replaced by nervous laughter and whispered confessions. Ella talked about her insecurities, her fears about not measuring up, her longing to feel desirable. Mike listened intently, his heart aching for her, his desire growing with each shared sip. He confessed his own insecurities, his anxieties about his future, his fear of disappointing his family.
As they drank, the atmosphere in the room shifted, becoming more intimate, more charged. The vodka blurred the lines between brother and sister, between right and wrong, between reality and fantasy. Mike found himself drawn closer to Ella, his arm instinctively wrapping around her shoulders. She leaned into him, her head resting against his chest. He could feel the soft curve of her breast against his arm, the gentle rise and fall of her breath.
“I… I don’t have a bra on under my shirt,” she admitted. “Do you want to rate my… my tits if I show you them.”
Mike’s heart raced as Ella’s words hung in the air between them. The vodka had lowered his inhibitions, and he found himself unable to resist the temptation she was offering.
“Show me,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ella bit her lip, a mixture of nerves and excitement in her eyes. Slowly, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it up, revealing her bare breasts to Mike’s hungry gaze. They were small, just as she had described, but they were also perfectly formed, with pink nipples that hardened under his intense stare.
Mike swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. “They’re… they’re beautiful,” he breathed, reaching out a trembling hand to touch them. Ella gasped as his fingers made contact with her soft skin, her nipples pebbling even further under his touch.
“Really?” she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of hope and disbelief. “You’re not just saying that?”
Mike shook his head, his eyes never leaving her breasts. “No, I’m not just saying that,” he said, his voice husky with desire. “They’re perfect, Ella. Absolutely perfect. Can I… kiss them.”
“Yes,” Ella whispered in her drunk state, her voice barely audible. “Kiss them, Mike. Please.”
Mike leaned down, pressing his lips against the soft, supple flesh of Ella’s breasts. He kissed her gently at first, his lips brushing against her nipples, feeling them harden even further beneath his touch. Ella let out a soft moan, arching her back to press herself closer to him. Emboldened by her reaction, Mike became more aggressive, sucking her nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. Ella cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him against her chest.
He switched to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, his hands roaming over her body, squeezing and kneading her flesh.
“Mike,” Ella gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily against him. “That feels…that feels so good.”
He pulled back and took his small hard cock out of his boxers, 5 inch or maybe just nearly 6. “See, even small boobs can get a guy hard.”
Ella’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of Mike’s erect penis. Despite its small size, it was clearly hard and ready, the tip glistening with a bead of pre-cum.
“It’s…it’s so hard.” She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, marvelling at the way it pulsed in her grip. “It’s not that small. What you going to do to get rid of the hardness huh.”
Mike groaned as Ella’s small hand wrapped around his shaft, her fingers barely able to encircle its girth. “I…I don’t know,” he panted, his hips thrusting involuntarily into her touch. Both totally drunk. “Maybe you could help me with that. What colour knickers do you have on under those shorts.”
She paused and blushed, “I am not wearing any.”
Mike’s eyes widened at Ella’s confession, his heart racing with a mixture of excitement and disbelief. “You’re…you’re not wearing any knickers?” he asked, his voice hoarse with desire. He could feel his small hard cock throbbing in Ella’s hand, aching for more of her touch.
Ella bit her lip, nodding shyly. “I…I didn’t put any on after my shower earlier,” she admitted, her cheeks flushed. “I didn’t think anyone would know.” Mike’s mind was reeling, the image of Ella’s bare pussy beneath her shorts making his head spin.
He knew he should stop this, that they were crossing a line that could never be uncrossed. But the vodka had lowered his inhibitions, and he was too far gone to care about the consequences.
“Show me,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Show me your pussy, Ella. Only if you want to.”
Slowly, she stood up, her hands shaking as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts. She paused, looking at Mike with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. “You…you really want to see it?” she asked, her voice barely audible.
Mike nodded, his eyes fixed on the juncture of her thighs.
“Yes,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire. “I want to see everything.” With a deep breath, Ella pushed her shorts down over her hips, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. She stood before Mike, completely naked, her small breasts heaving with each ragged breath.
He guided her onto his bed and he got on top of her. He spat on his hand and lube the head of his cock and pressed it against her labia.
“Fuck, Ella,” he groaned, his hips thrusting involuntarily, the tip of his cock slipping between her labia.
“Argh that… hurts,” she said as he looked down as he saw blood.
“Shit are you a vir…” he was cut off by her.
Ella nodded, her face flushed with embarrassment and pain.”Yeah,” she admitted softly.”I’ve never…done this before.”
Mike froze, his heart racing as he realized the implications of her words. He had just penetrated his virgin sister’s hymen without even realizing it. The knowledge sent a thrill of forbidden excitement through him, even as a part of him recoiled in horror at the taboo nature of their actions.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice gentle despite the turmoil of emotions within him. He knew he should pull out, should put an end to this madness before it went any further. But the feel of Ella’s tight, virgin pussy wrapped around his cock was intoxicating, and he found himself unable to move, unable to tear himself away from her warmth.
Ella nodded, biting her lip. “Yeah,” she whispered. “It…it hurt at first, but it feels okay now. Keep going, Mike. Please. Let’s try be quiet, we can’t wake mom. If I get loud cover my mouth ok.”
Mike nodded, his heart pounding in his chest as he began to move slowly inside his sister’s virgin pussy. He kept his movements gentle, not wanting to hurt her, but the sensation of her tight walls gripping his cock was almost too much to bear. He leaned down, pressing his lips against hers in a desperate attempt to muffle any sounds she might make.
Ella kissed him back fervently, her tongue tangling with his as she arched her hips to meet his thrusts. Despite her initial hesitation, she was quickly getting lost in the pleasure, her body responding instinctively to the sensation of being filled and stretched by her brother’s cock.
“Mmmph,” she moaned into his mouth, her nails digging into his back as he picked up the pace.
Mike’s cock thrust in and out of Ella’s tight pussy, the sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh filling the room. He could feel her hymen stretching around him, her virgin walls gripping him like a vice. It was the most incredible sensation he had ever experienced, and he knew he wouldn’t last long.
“Fuck, Ella,” he groaned, his voice muffled against her lips. “Feels weird fucking my sister.”
“It’s okay,” she whispered, her voice husky with arousal. “We’re not hurting anyone. It’s just us.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. “Fuck me, Mike. Fuck your little sister’s tight pussy. Ahhhh harder.”
He put his hand over her mouth as he pounded her tight cunt hard, “Shhhh… ahh fuck. You… wake mom.”
Mike’s hand muffled Ella’s cries as he slammed into her, his small cock stretching her virgin pussy wide. Thesound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh filled the room, punctuated by Ella’s muffled moans and Mike’s grunts of exertion. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he chased his release.
“Fuck, Ella,” he panted, his hips moving at a frenzied pace. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum. Fuck.”
“No not… not yet,” she moaned as he used his will power he slowed down a bit and started sucking her tits.
Mike slowed his thrusts, his hips moving at a gentler pace as he leaned down to capture one of Ella’s nipples in his mouth. He sucked and licked at the sensitive bud, his tongue swirling around it as he continued to pump into her. Ella gasped, her back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure washed over her.
“Ahhhh, Mike,” she moaned softly, her fingers threading through his hair. “That feels…that feels so good.” She looked down at him, her eyes hazy with desire. “D… don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“Mike,” she gasped, her hips bucking against his. “I…I think I’m gonna…ahhhh.” Her words were cut off by a loud moan as her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clamping down around Mike’s cock like a vice. Her pussy gushed and squirted hard. Mike had to cover her move has he banged her pussy harder. A now soaked sweaty gash.
Mike quickly pulled out and stroked his hard cock over Ella’s body, his hand a blur as he chased his own release. Ella lay beneath him, her chest heaving, her small breasts flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat. She watched him through hooded eyes, her own body still trembling with the aftermath of her orgasm.
“Come on, Mike,” she urged, her voice husky. “Cum for me. I want to see it.”
Mike’s hand moved faster, his breath coming in short gasps as he felt his orgasm approaching. He leaned over Ella, his face contorted in a mask of concentration as he brought himself to the brink.
“Fuck, Ella,” he groaned and grunted, his voice strained. Stroking his cock hard. “I’m…I’m gonna cum. Ahhhh, fuck!”
With a final grunt, Mike’s orgasm hit him like a freight train. His cock pulsed and throbbed in his hand as he came, thick ropes of cum shooting out and landing on Ella’s stomach and her boobs. He stroked himself through it, his hand a blur as he milked every last drop from his shaft. Ella lay beneath him, her eyes wide as she watched him, a mixture of awe and fascination on her face.
“Wow,” she breathed, once Mike had finished. “That was…that was intense.” She looked down at her cum-covered body, a small smile playing on her lips. “I’ve never seen a guy cum before. It’s…kind of messy.”
Mike collapsed onto the bed beside her, his chest heaving. “Yeah,” he panted, a grin spreading across his face. “Sorry about that. I couldn’t help it.” Ella turned to him, her eyes shining with a mischievous glint.
Ella’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked at Mike, her body still tingling from their shared encounter. “Don’t be sorry,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “I liked it. It was…hot. I better go get cleaned and go to bed. Some tomorrow night.”
Mike nodded, still trying to catch his breath. “Yeah, okay. Tomorrow night.” He watched as Ella climbed off the bed, his eyes lingering on her naked body, still glistening with his cum. She grabbed her clothes and slipped out of the room, leaving Mike alone with his thoughts and the lingering scent of their lovemaking.
Ella was in the bathroom cleaning the cum off of her with tissue. Then went into her room, she put on a fresh pair of knickers and t shirt.
Ella felt a strange mix of emotions as she lay in bed that night, the events of the evening swirling in her mind. Guilt, shame, excitement, and a hint of forbidden pleasure all battled for dominance, leaving her feeling unsettled and confused. She knew what they had done was wrong, that it was a line they shouldn’t have crossed.