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I woke up with a start. Something was not right. I sat straight up and hit my head on the bunk above me. Cursing, I rubbed my head and looked around. “Jake?” asked my sister from the bunk above me. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” I said gruffly. “Something just woke me up.” I felt around. “Hey, what happened to my shorts?” I had gone to bed wearing a pair of athletic shorts, but I was now completely naked. “Your shorts?” asked Sinead. “I have no idea.” I felt around in my bunk, but they weren’t there. That was weird. “I’m going to grab another pair,” I told her. “Shut your eyes, I’m getting up.” That was the annoying part of sharing my room with my younger sister. Sharing a room with a sibling of the same sex is annoying enough but sharing one with Sinead was downright awkward. Not that I didn’t like Sinead- we were very close, always had been. But neither of us ever had any privacy, and one of us had to cover our eyes every time the other was naked. It didn’t help how attractive Sinead had become, either. I mean, she was my sister, but I couldn’t help noticing nonetheless. She had wavy light blonde hair which came about to her shoulders. She had stunning bright blue eyes. She was very slim and in fantastic shape from high-school track and volleyball. She had medium-sized B-cup breasts and a beautiful ass. Her smile could knock every man out who saw it. My relationship with my sister had never been entirely platonic, although I don’t think any brother and sister who are close can say they don’t occasionally experience some sexual tension. She was a lot younger than me- she was 17 and I was 24, so she had started developing into her beautiful self while I was in college. I lived at home to save expenses, and I can’t say that sharing a room with an adolescent girl- even one as naturally sweet and innocent as my sister- was much fun. But Sinead had made it past this stage in her life istanbul travesti and was now a young woman, a senior in high school. She was the most popular girl in her class, I had heard. I knew she could have any boy she wanted, but she chose not to, which I admired. “Jake, I can’t get to sleep,” Sinead said from above me. “Do you want to watch a movie?” “Sure,” I said. “What do you want to watch?” “I just borrowed this horror movie from my friend Alicia. It’s called Brother’s Bite. It looks terrible. Should be fun.” She got up and threw it into my xBox. I noticed that she was wearing a black tank top and white shorts. Her blonde hair was in two braids. “Come up here and watch it with me,” she told me. I climbed into the top bunk and sat down next to my little sister. She had a poster for Band of Horses behind her. One of the things that kept our friendship going was that sometimes, we almost seemed to be the same person. We listened to all of the same music, liked all of the same movies, enjoyed many of the same things. We both played acoustic guitar, we both ran. We even looked alike- we both had light brown hair, we were both short and slim but athletic, we both were often mistaken for being younger than we were. It was easy to tell that we were brother and sister. The movie started. It was about a guy who gets possessed by a demon or something, and then runs around biting the jugulars of all the members of his own family, and his sister tries to stop him. I guess. I wasn’t really paying much attention to the movie. I was paying attention to my real little sister, whose head was resting on my shoulder. “Promise me,” said Sinead, “That if a demon ever takes over your body for the forces of evil, you won’t try to kill me until you’ve wiped everyone else out.” “Sinead, you know that’s a promise I can’t make.” She looked up at me, smiling istanbul travestileri her beautiful little playful smile. “Why not?” I grabbed her arm. “I will destroy you… and everyone who contains your foul blood,” I said, in a fair impression of the brother in the movie. Sinead giggled as I grabbed her other arm and leaned in towards her to pretend to bite her jugular, once again as per her movie. As I was staring into her face it hit me again how beautiful she was. Her light brown hair was messed up around her head and full of static electricity. Looking into her face was a little like looking into a crazy mirrors in a hall of wonders, if there were a mirror that made one look like a very attractive woman. Light colored freckles dotted her cheeks, and her piercing blue eyes seemed to bore into me. But the smile was the best part. I loved her smile. I reached in towards her neck and pretended to take a bite. She gave a little scream and then giggled. She then wrapped her arm around me and we continued watching the movie. I suddenly had a crazy urge to kiss my little sister. I didn’t want to just kiss her, in fact- I wanted to grab her, touch her, fuck the shit out of her, everything. I had had these urges for a while. I think it was since I moved back in. Right after college, about two and a half years ago, I had gotten a good job with an advertisement agency and moved into my own apartment. I was happy, but I missed Sinead a lot. We talked every night on the phone. According to my parents, she cried herself to sleep every night. I felt guilty, but what could I say? I was moving on with my life. I even got a girlfriend, Amanda. I haven’t had many girlfriends. Living at home during college preventing me from meeting a lot of new people, and Sinead always filled the feminine role in my life. I lost my virginity to Amanda at the age of travesti istanbul 22, and quickly made up for lost time with her. Then the recession came, and I was laid off. Amanda dumped me, and I moved back into this room with my sister. It was then, around a year ago, that I had first noticed an attraction to her. She was sixteen, impossibly innocent, and gorgeous. Now, staring at my sister, I realized how completely I had fallen for her. I loved not only the wonderful things about her- her smile, her sweetness, her body- I also loved her imperfections. I had lived in the same room as my sister for fifteen years- her whole life except when she was a baby and the time I moved out- and knew her as well as anyone. But I loved her just the same. “Harry?” came a voice from the TV. The sister had somehow arrived in a dark wooded area and was calling the name of her brother. Something scary was obviously about to happen. “Hold my hand, Jake,” whispered Sinead in a scared voice. I grasped her tiny hand just as the brother from the movie jumped out from behind a rock. Sinead screamed, squeezing my hand tightly. When the scene was over, my sister released my hand, instead resting it on my lap. My dick instantly became hard. I looked at her but she appeared not to have noticed. God, I wanted her. I wanted to just tell her how I felt. But I couldn’t. We sat like this for a while. The movie progressed to a scene where the brother- rabid, insane, and murderous- was locked in a cell. The sister was talking to him, almost crying. “Harry, I don’t understand. Why would you do this?” “I will destroy you. I will destroy you.” “You’re my brother! You’re supposed to look out for me!” “I will destroy you.” “Harry, remember all of our good times together? Remember Florida?” “I will destroy you. I will destroy you.” He lunged at her suddenly. Next to me, Sinead screamed, grabbed my hand, and started to kiss me. At first, it was just impossible to think straight- my beautiful sister’s lips against mine, her long blonde braids in my face, her blue eyes full of passion. Then several thoughts filled my head all at once: 1. Oh my God! It’s finally happening! 2. Wow, she is really good.
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