I’m in Love with my Beloved Sister

What do you do if you are in love with your own sister?

You can try to ignore it, or even be rude to her so she keeps her distance. You can even try to block her out of your life completely. But, sooner or later, it’ll be too much for you, and you will be drawn back to her. It’s a bittersweet feeling, being close to the girl you love, yet not being able to show how you feel, since she is your own sister. You grew up with her, and watched her grow up, too. Yet, even through her bratty stage, or her hateful stage, you still love her more than any other girl in the world.

I have this problem. Me, Derek Kinley, a 17-year-old boy. Being one of the guys on the football team, I could have any girl I want. All of the girls swoon over my blue eyes, slightly pale skin, and partially long, curly jet black hair. But I don’t want any of the girls that giggle as I walk past them in the hallway. The only girl I want is my sister.

In some ways, we do look related. We both have fierce, cat-like eyes, and pronounced lips. Our skin is a radiant pale, but not too pale, and we are both in excellent physical shape. Her hair is as black as mine, and both of our faces are perfectly proportioned. But her eyes are a deep, emerald shade of green. I’ve never seen anyone else have eyes like her, and I always catch myself staring at them. She has baby cheeks, and her lips have a rosy pink shade to them. Her naturally hangs in pronounced, perfect waves, all the way down to her butt. She is slightly shorter than other girls, being 5′ 1″, but it makes her even cuter, if that is possible. She has the perfect washboard stomach, which shows off her bellybutton piercing, its diamond stud always attracting people’s attention. Her legs are curvier than normal legs, and her waist is a little thin, which brings out the curves in her hips. And, ever since a couple of years ago, her womanly features have grown, as well. Her breasts are now a spectacular size of D’s, and her bubbly butt makes her figure even more perfect.

Her name is Mina (mee-na). She is 16, and all the guys are crazy about her. I can’t help but feel jealous every time I see her talking to a guy in the hallways of our school. Yet, no matter how many guys throw themselves at her, she declines them all. It’s like she doesn’t like boys at all. And, last time I checked, she doesn’t like girls.

I’ve tried dating girls, but I felt absolutely nothing for them. I didn’t even have the desire to have sex with any of them, so we never went any farther than making out. Because of this, I am still a virgin. Yes, me, the most popular guy in school, is a virgin. Of course, everyone thinks I’ve boned tons of girls. I don’t correct them, since they wouldn’t believe me if I did that, anyway. I don’t know if Mina is a virgin, though. She’s almost always home, listening to music, or she is at the local dance studio, since she is a contemporary dancer.

Our relationship is good. We are very close, and hang out with each other a lot. In fact, I can count on one hand how many time’s we’ve ever gotten into arguments. But I see no sign of her possibly having the same feelings for me as I do for her. Just the thought of it hurts. Soon, though, I will try to make a move. But, if that causes me to lose her, I don’t know what I’d do.

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“Mina, we need to leave soon!” I yelled this at least 4 times, but she still didn’t answer. We needed to get to school, since I always drove her there, but it seems like she slept in. Sighing to myself, I climbed up the carpeted stairs of our suburban house and walked down the hallway before stopping at the door on the left. “Mina, c’mon, we’re going to be late,” I said. No reply. Quietly, I turned the door knob before opening the door and stepping into her bedroom. It wasn’t a typical girl bedroom, since she’s never been an extremely girly person. the walls were covered with band posters, and she had a large Rasta rug on the middle of her beige-carpeted floor. Her bed was covered in pure white sheets and pillows, matching the white comforter, as well. The see-through white curtains of her windows were open, causing the morning sunlight to shine onto her. I couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable as I stared at her.

She was laying on her side, with her hair sprawled across her body and the pillows. She wore white cotton panties, which were decorated by a black bow in the middle of them. A white, thin tank top clung to her torso, showing that she wasn’t wearing a bra. If I looked close enough, I could see the shape of her perky nipples sticking out through her shirt…

I took a deep breath to calm myself. Unfortunately, it did not work. I could see the shapes of her perfectly round breasts, and her bubbly butt, and it wasn’t doing anything but making the bulge in my jeans bigger. I don’t think I could ever get tired of her beauty.

“Mina,” I whispered as I reached over and gently shook her shoulder, the feeling of her soft skin sending chills up my spine. She mumbled an unknown language, then shifted so that she was laying on her back with one knee propped up. Her rosy, perfect lips parted open slightly as she let out calm and steady breaths. Dear God. I didn’t think a boner could be this painful.

“Mina…we need to hurry.” I shook her shoulder again, watching her breasts move slightly as I did so. She still didn’t respond. I stared at her, standing as still as a statue, my boner throbbing painfully. I turned my head to look at my reflection in her body-length mirror. My hair was slightly rustled, which looked good. My black Pink Floyd shirt fit me perfectly. Then, my jeans… Just as I suspected, the boner was rather noticeable. There’s no way I could go to school with it.

Bzzzzzt. Bzzzzzzt. The feeling of my iPhone 4 vibrating in my butt pocket startled me, but I quickly pulled out my phone to see who was calling. It was the high school. Swiftly leaving her bedroom and closing the door, I answered the call.

“Hello?” I answered.

“This is Mr. Weston.” The principal. Oh, great, what did I do now? “I was just calling to let you and your sister know that there will be no school today, due to electricity issues in the school.” Before I could reply, he hung up. I stood there, staring at the screen of my phone in amazement. A feeling of joy washed over me. With our parents gone, me and Mina will be home alone all day. Maybe we could hang out together. Looks like I don’t have to wake her up. I glanced down at my boner, which was becoming more painful by the minute.

“Looks like I’ll need to take care of this,” I mumbled to myself. Walking down the hallway to my bedroom door, which was on the right side, I opened it before stepping into the room and closing it behind me. I tossed my phone onto my black-and-red striped bed as I headed to my bathroom. As I closed the door, turned on the walk-in shower, and began taking off my clothes, the sight of Mina was still implanted in my mind. No girl could compare to her beauty, and it amazed me that someone as perfect as her was my sister. Once I was completely naked, I stepped into the shower and closed the glass door. The feeling of the hot water running down my body was calming, so I stood there for a moment, my eyes closed. Now my erect dick was free, its 7 1/2 inches standing proudly.

I couldn’t resist the temptation. My hand slowly wrapped around the shaft before it began to stroke its throbbing surface.