Sister fears incest

“Okay now, this has taken care of you. You’ll be able to sleep now.”

Sis got up and went to wash her hands. Coming back, she dropped a partially wet towel on my softening dick. I wiped myself clean, rolled off the bed and put my clothes back on as my sister looked on. I went over to her, this beautiful woman who had valiantly come to my rescue that evening. With my heart full of love for her, I drew her close. She stood against me, her head barely reaching my chin so I bent and kissed her forehead.

“Thanks, Jenna dear. There’s no way I can show you how grateful I am for what you just did. I love you, as a brother first but also in another way now, as you must feel. But, as I promised to behave, I will. You don’t have to worry I’ll come running to you every night, I promise this won’t happen again, I’ll probably have to start looking for a new girl, soon. But I love you, Sis. I wish you would let me give you the same pleasure as you gave me, I wish that you’d at least let me try. To let me get you excited, in the mood, you know. I know I could and I’d love to make you get off too. You must miss having sex as I do and I would love to do you. Please let me do this for you in turn. Just my hands… Please?

Jenna wrapped her arms around me after I stopped talking.

“I love you too Brad and, surprisingly, I did not find what I did to you a hardship. Not at all. I kind of enjoyed it even, if you can believe it. Wow! And it’s me saying this! But it is incest, you must realize this, and I’m not ready to go further. The very idea of incest bothers me no end and I can’t see how that would ever change. I’m sorry but that’s how I feel. I appreciate you offering to help me the way you said and I love you for it but you’re my brother and I can’t get past that. Also, well, you’re a man and I’ve always heard that men, uh, like you said, need sex more than we women do, so I understand your desire for me and your need to help me in return tonight but, for me, sorry, I don’t think I’d be able to let you touch me sexually. Even after I touched you like I did. You can see that, Brad? It’s not you, you know I love you, and that’s not at all the question, it’s just me… just my… my feelings about this…”

I hugged Jenna tightly and left after telling her I understood how she felt and that I was okay with it. I really was, too. As I drove away, I felt sorry for her, for the way she felt but also because, in the back of my mind, I knew I would have loved giving sex to her, making her reach orgasm at my hands, a whole lot.

Jenna was right. I slept like a baby that night, drifting off blissfully with images of Jenna and me as we had been, together, on that wonderful evening.

When I got home the next day, there was a message from Jenna on my home phone answerer. Why hadn’t she called my mobile? Maybe she preferred saying what she wanted without speaking to me.

I listened to her message:

‘Hey, Brad? I just wanted to say this: You can come to me like last night whenever you feel you can’t take it anymore. If you simply must, I don’t mind. I don’t know… me doing you with my hands sounds okay, even exciting now, if you can believe it. I suppose I’m blushing furiously as I’m saying this to you but, last night, while trying to sleep, I kept thinking about what we had done, and, believe it or not, I realized I actually enjoyed touching you. There, you know? I loved the idea that you were able to get off because of my touching you, me, your own sister. Boy! I really enjoyed relieving you of your manly urges! WooooHoooo! And that’s me telling you this, I don’t believe it. Well, that’s all. Call me.’