The Secret My Sister and I Keep at Home

On Fridays, I pick Lara up when her classes at the university end, at three on the dot. My week ends on Thursdays, so I have the afternoon free, and today, more than ever, I want us to be together as soon as possible. I’ve been counting the hours for days.

I leave the car badly parked in a loading zone and, while I wait, check my phone. I have two messages: one from the warehouse supervisor and one from the owner of the café where I work weekend shifts. Both confirm I can be absent. For once, they’re giving me my time back, not money.

If anything has defined me these past few years, it’s persistence. I needed to save up to move out on my own, and I stacked up so many overtime hours that sometimes I put them before sleep or classes I knew I could pass with my eyes closed. Today I’m cashing in part of that effort: free from the café tonight, free from the warehouse tomorrow. All that’s left is to go to campus on Saturday for a group project with Daniela and Marcos.

I look back to the street, and right on time I spot my sister’s blonde mane among the tide of students crossing the gates. She finds me immediately and comes running toward the car.

—Hi, baby —she hugs me as soon as she gets in, wrapping her arms around my neck and covering my face in kisses. I go crazy when she does that.

—How was your day, gorgeous? —I ask, hugging her back and kissing the crown of her head.

—Pfff, boring as always. There was a seminar about a book in English and time just would not move. —Suddenly she lifts her eyebrows, as if she’s just remembered something—. Hey, Hugo, did they get back to you about work?

—Yeah, everything’s sorted. The only thing I can’t cancel is Saturday’s meet-up.

—Wellll —she brushes it off, rolling her eyes—, but with how hard you work, they won’t be mad if you show up a little late, tee-hee.

—I’d like that, but it’s not really the plan. I’ve got a good group, I don’t want to leave them hanging.

***

Anxious to get home, I hit the gas, and even with traffic we park in fifteen minutes. Our father’s car isn’t there. Perfect: today the house is ours until tomorrow.

We ride the elevator up, and that’s when I can’t hold back anymore. I give her a kiss that leaves her trembling and breathless. I hold her tight by the waist and the nape of her neck, and I feel her let out a soft moan against my mouth while I notice my pants starting to tighten.

—Mmm, Hugo, you’re killing me —she whispers, biting my lower lip and looking at me with those blue eyes that undo me.

—I know —I answer in her ear—. And today you’re going to lose even more. I’m going to make love to you so well you’ll lose your head too.

Just as she’s about to reach for my crotch, the elevator stops at our floor. We get out half-embraced, lips already wet.

—Stay still now —I tell her, searching for the key in a hurry with slightly sweaty hands—. The last thing I need is for Dad to still be home, see us like this, and everything goes to hell.

Lara nods silently. I open the door, we go in, we close it. I check the rooms to make sure we’re alone.

—Little sister —I announce triumphantly, grinning from ear to ear—, let the party sta…

I don’t finish the sentence. Lara throws herself at my neck with such hunger that for a second I fear we’ll topple backward. Luckily, just taking a couple of steps back is enough to stop the attack.

—At last —she pants between kisses—. At last we’ve got a little time for ourselves. I love you, baby. You have no idea how much I wanted to kiss you like this, at home, without looking at the clock, without worries.

She has a gift for this. She twists her whole body against mine, wraps her arms around my neck, and kisses me until I’m left breathless. Pure bliss.

—Lara, my love… wouldn’t you rather take off your jacket and get comfortable? —I ask, because apart from the backpack she left in her room, she’s still fully dressed.

—Hee-hee, oh, Hugo… —she sighs in a sing-song voice, shaking her head and locking eyes with me—. If you want me to take my clothes off, all you have to do is ask.

—Wouldn’t want you catching cold.

—I’ll cling to you if I do —she answers, pressing her lips together in a sly smile and sliding her hands over my chest.

—You already are, in fact —I laugh, kissing her again—. Come on, let’s go to the room. Don’t waste time.

—Wait. —She pulls back, smiling—. I’m going to the kitchen for water.

—Take your time, I’ll wait for you in bed.

I go into my room and start undressing. While I imagine what’s waiting for us, a flash of common sense hits me and I shout from the bedroom:

—Lock the door!

—But we’re alone until tomorrow! —she answers from the other side of the apartment.

—Doesn’t matter, lock it! Dad could come back because he forgot something, and that way we’ll have time to pretend before opening the door. —“Better safe than sorry,” I think, taking off my shoes.

—Fiiine, I’ll lock it now! —she agrees, and a moment later I hear the fridge door close.

With the door secured, I drop onto the bed and wait. She doesn’t take long to appear. She comes in with a huge smile and a look of desire that only fuels mine.

—Hi, little brother —she greets me now in a slower, more sensual tone, walking slowly to tease me—. Ready to get up to no good? I see you’ve already made yourself comfortable.

—Of course —I sigh, breathing fast and with a very obvious bulge beneath my underwear—. I don’t want to waste a single second, sweetheart. Let it be one of those afternoons we haven’t had in a long time. Come here, go on. Stop making yourself hard to get.

—Relax, there’s no rush —she says, and starts crawling across the bed toward me, her neckline on display—. You’re going to get to make me yours as many times as you want.

She moves over my body until her face is at my crotch. She brushes it with her nose, with her lips, lingering there on purpose, pressing through the fabric. Then she climbs back up to my eyes, rests her elbows on either side of my shoulders, and kisses me slowly, with a tenderness that contrasts with what we’re about to do. It’s a sibling kiss that would scandalize anyone who knew our bond, and precisely for that reason, we love it.

I wrap my arms around her, but after a few seconds I feel her slide back down, until she reaches my waist.

—What are you doing down there, baby? —I ask, the taste of her mouth still on my tongue.

Her answer is not with words. Without taking her eyes off mine, she kisses over the fabric, teasing, stretching the wait. She wants to torture me a little first, and that suits me perfectly.

Then she slowly lowers my underwear and leaves me exposed. She takes it all in from a few inches away, with a devotion that turns me on even more.

—Mmm —she murmurs at last, licking her lips—. I’ve been wanting to be like this with you, little brother. —And she starts planting short kisses all over the area, a little trail that drives me wild.

—Don’t torture me anymore, please —I beg her almost pleading, biting my lip and tensing every muscle—. If only you knew how horny I’ve been for days. Seeing you around the house in hardly any clothes when I get home at night, fresh out of the shower, sprawled on the sofa… and me not being able to do anything because Grandma’s right there.

—Hee-hee, do you like coming home exhausted from university and the first thing you see is me, lying there with a low neckline, with the body you helped me build at the gym?

—Hmmm —I growl, picturing every scene she reminds me of—. You’re so wicked. I know damn well you do it to tease me. That you choose your pajamas based on how badly you want to get me worked up.

—Had you ever doubted it? —she asks rhetorically, while continuing her trail of kisses.

—Truth is, no. You’re a little incorrigible brat who would love her big brother to kiss her in front of the whole family. —I say it with a mix of sexual frustration and pure arousal.

—Mmm, sweetheart —she breathes out, wrapping me in her lips and letting me feel her wet heat—. I’m adding that fantasy to my list of things I want to try with you someday, tee-hee.

We both know it’s impossible. But words have their power, and I won’t deny that imagining her offering herself like that, showing what we are, turns me on. Visualizing myself taking her on any corner of the house gets me hard, and that shows.

—What are you thinking about, my love? —Lara asks, knowing me well enough to tell when my head is somewhere else.

—All the filthy things I want to do to you —I answer shamelessly—. The obscene ways I want to make love to you and devour you whole. —I groan when she finally fully gives herself to the task—. Lara… this feels so fucking good.

—Mmm, so good —she murmurs, looking up at me from below—. I’ve already got you rock hard. It’s obvious you’ve been holding out for days. You’re not going to finish early, are you?

—No… I… ooh, God —I groan again, legs tense—. I’m going to come.

—Oh, yeah? —she asks, pausing for a moment—. And where do you want to finish?

—Pfff, don’t tempt me, baby —I assure her, reviving that filthy fantasy we’ve played with so many times—. You know I’d love to leave you full.

—Mmm, come on, it’s fine if nothing happens —she insists, smiling in that charming way she uses to seduce me, playing with the idea just to heat me up—. I’m sure it would be perfect.

My whole body trembles at the thought, and knowing it’s only a game between the two of us —we always play it safe, this is pure shared fantasy—, I decide to go along with her.

—You’re that sure, little sister? —I ask, leaving the door open to see what she comes up with.

—Ohhhh, yes, absolutely sure —she reaffirms, her eyes shining with feigned excitement—. I can picture you surrendering, no brakes. That’s what turns me on most, Hugo. It really is.

I can’t deny that the idea, as a game, unleashes that primitive instinct we all carry inside. The fantasy seduces me more than I’d admit if I weren’t so aroused right now.

—Fine, then let’s keep playing —I declare with a mischievous smile—: let’s make love as if there were no tomorrow.

My words have exactly the desired effect. They turn her on even more, and she gives herself over eagerly, setting a rhythm that leaves me breathless, her breathing hard, me moaning, with the calm assurance that we’re alone in the house.

—You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, little brother —she tells me during a pause to catch her breath, scattering soft kisses—. I have no doubt. I love you. —And she goes right back to it.

But the lack of sex over the past few days weighs on me, and before long I feel I’m at my limit.

—Lara… aaah… I’m coming…

At the warning, she doesn’t ease up: on the contrary, she intensifies the pace, fixing her blue eyes on mine so she won’t miss my reaction. I can do nothing but tense every muscle as I explode into a long-postponed orgasm. She takes it without wasting hardly anything; only a few drops escape and run down her chin.

Once I’m done, I close my eyes and stay still for a few seconds, spent, while she leaves me completely clean with a tenderness that melts me.

—Did that hit the spot? —she asks softly, still between my legs, stroking me with her cheek.

—Mmm —I sigh, relaxed, resting my hand in her hair as a sign of gratitude—. Lara, little sister, you’re an angel. Of course it did. You didn’t have to do that.

—I know, tee-hee, but I felt like it —she პასუხs, settling in and climbing back up toward me—. You know how much I like it. After all, I’m your woman, Hugo, and I’m proud to get you going like this. —She reaches my face and, before kissing me, finishes—: I want to take you with me everywhere.

We kiss hungrily, both of us swept up in the thrill of it. We hug and caress each other at leisure, but her clothes are already getting in the way, so, without saying much —my tongue is busy with hers—, I start undressing her. She catches my intentions immediately and helps out.

Her clothes end up scattered across the bed and floor, over mine, and her curves are soon on display, to my delight. I move down from her chin and her neck toward her breasts; I can feel her breathing faster and her skin incredibly soft, as always.

—Mmm —I growl between kisses when I reach the base of her neck—. You’re wet, baby. —My fingers caress her underwear over the fabric, feeling how aroused she is.

—Yesss —she sighs, purring over my head—. How could I not be, with how well you touch me? I can’t even handle your kisses, my love. Don’t stop. You drive me crazy.

Carried by the impulse, I wrap my arms around her and we turn over, so I can get on top and take care of her better. Now it’s her turn to enjoy herself.

—Looks like you’re the one who wants to get up to no good now, huh, you little rascal? —Lara teases me, smiling, her head on the pillow and her eyes fixed on mine.

—Of course —I assure her, lowering my mouth to her breasts while my hands busy themselves with her most intimate place, still over the fabric—. But first I want to take my time here.

My lips finally land on her chest and the reaction is immediate.

—Aaah, aaah —she moans openly, arching her back and tightening her legs—. Hu… Hugo… so good. How… how you kiss. You wanted this. Keep going.

Without warning, I slip my fingers under the last garment and start stroking her where she needs it most.

—Oooohhh! God! Yesss! Feels so fucking good! —she cries out, frantic, bringing one hand to my nape so I don’t move away even a millimeter.

I give her breasts the treatment I know she likes: slow and intense, at exactly the right point to drag out the gasps without going too far. At the same time, my fingers go in and out slowly, and I can feel her getting hotter and hotter.

—Aaah! Keep going! Like that! Don’t stop, please! —she pants, arching again, letting go after several days of waiting—. Faster!

—No rush, sweetheart —I soothe her, never stopping my attention to her—. We’ve got the whole afternoon and all night. We can take it slow and make it sweeter.

—Aaah, Hugo! Sooo good! You’re an asshole! You get me all hot, get me revved up… and then you make me wait.

—It’s not like that, my love —I explain, without stopping the caresses—. Believe me, nothing I want more than to lose myself in you until we collapse. To make you my woman, to possess you, to love you slowly. You’re my sister, my girlfriend and my life, and you know it. I’m only asking for a little patience so we can enjoy it more.

A professor once told me that when I set my mind to it, I’ve got a silver tongue capable of talking anyone into reason. It must show, because Lara gives me a look that leaves no room for argument.

—I want you to do everything you just described to me, Hugo —she orders, propping herself on her elbows on the bed—. You’ve got me fucking hot, baby.

I go back to work with everything I’ve got, sinking into her with a rhythm that pulls gasps from a woman who’s no longer holding back.

—Aaah! Yesss! Like that! Faster! —she begs me, out of control—. I adore you, Hugo! Deeper! I’m cumming!

Her pleasure erupts at full speed, and I stay by her side, holding her in my arms while she’s still sighing, her face flushed, and she curls up against my chest to rest.

—Did that feel good, my queen? —I ask, running my fingertips down her back, tracing a line of tenderness along her spine.

—Mmm —she purrs, shivering, relaxed and adorable—. Yes. I needed this. Thank you, my love. —And she lifts her head just enough to plant soft kisses on my neck and slowly work her way up along the edge of my jaw.

Outside, the afternoon fades away without either of us having the slightest intention of getting out of this bed. For once, time belongs only to us.