What Happened in the Elevator with My Sister

It was a summer night and I was coming back from going out with a friend. Like almost always, we hadn’t managed to get any action. I suppose the girls could smell our desperation from miles away and gave us the cold shoulder. So in the end we each went home, both of us a little drunk.

I ran into her in the building entrance. One of those coincidences that feel like a script. My sister Lorena was coming back from having drinks with her friends and arrived at the same time as me. I took it for granted that with the body she had, she must have been cleaning up. All she’d have to do was snap her fingers and anyone would be at her feet.

I saw her coming along the sidewalk in a short skirt and I held the door open for her. Like a good brother, I waited for her. She was a little tipsy too, though neither of us was actually drunk. Normal for a Saturday at that hour.

—What a gentleman! —she said, laughing.

I had never really looked at my sister as a woman. Not because she was ugly or anything like that, but because she had always been there. We had grown up together. I looked at her a bit the way you look at a painting hanging on the wall: you know it’s there, but you stop paying attention to it.

That night, though, something was different. I don’t know if it was the heat, the drinks I was still carrying from the last club, or her clothes, which were pretty light, I have to admit. Maybe it was the way she moved her hips as she came toward the entrance.

—Just for you. Go on, sis, I’m waiting.

—Thanks.

I was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, as normal as ever. She, in that miniskirt and top, was spectacular. She would have been even in a burlap sack, but dressed like that her curves would have made the holiest saint lose his prayer.

She’s not a magazine beauty, I’ll admit. She doesn’t have one of those enormous asses you see online, but she is pretty voluptuous. Nothing like those runway models whose ribs you can count.

—Are you heading back already? —I asked.

—Yeah, there wasn’t anyone worth it tonight.

—Same here.

I’m quite a bit taller than her and, pressed up close as we got into the elevator, I had a privileged view of her neckline, generous, by the way. Maybe I was already hot from before, but seeing her like that made my temperature rise even more. I think she noticed right away how my eyes kept drifting to her chest.

—Hey, my eyes are higher up —she said, though by her tone she didn’t seem bothered at all.

—Sorry. Go on, press the button, we live on the tenth.

The elevator started up, but after a few meters it began making weird noises. Lorena, frightened, clung tightly to my body. Feeling her breasts pressed against my torso was the worst thing that could have happened to me in that moment.

—It’s okay, nothing’s wrong, we’ll be there in a second —I said, trying to be brave.

Truth was, for a few seconds I was scared shitless too, until the damn thing came to a complete stop between two floors. I knew those things had emergency brakes and we weren’t going to fall. But at that hour, who was going to come get us out?

—Hit the alarm button, let’s see.

She pressed the little bell icon, but nothing rang. Later we found out the building had gone years without paying for the elevator phone line.

—My phone has no signal —she said, looking at the screen.

—Neither does mine. The shaft is a reinforced concrete box with steel bars; there’s no signal in there. And the brakes engaged, so we’re not going to drop.

—Studying engineering isn’t going to get us out of here.

—Neither that nor anything else. Until somebody gets up in the morning, we’re stuck. And that’s hours away.

—So we’d better get comfortable and wait.

—Basically. Thank God the floor is clean, or we’d be spending the night standing up.

I sat down on the floor and stretched my legs out. That made me even more nervous, because from below I could see my sister’s thighs. And since her skirt was so short, I could almost make out her underwear.

—Sit down already, you’re making me nervous standing there. We’re going to be here a while.

—You’re taking this very calmly.

—What else is there to do? Come on, tell me something about your night, let’s see if time passes faster.

—It was boring as hell. It was just Carla and me, and every guy who came over was a creep.

—Same as my friends and me, then. By the way, Carla is really hot.

—See? You’re all creeps —she said with a laugh.

We joked around, trying to relax and kill time. The relaxing part was tricky for me. Lorena had sat down opposite me and her skirt was starting to slide up her folded legs. Luckily she had turned sideways and one thigh covered just enough, but I could already see almost half of one cheek, and we’d only just gotten trapped together.

—If you had a little more care, if you knew how to play it cool, you’d have them wrapped around your fingers. You’re not bad at all.

—You think so?

—You’ve got a good body and you’re cute. And your friends aren’t that bad either.

—So the problem is attitude.

—Aren’t you staring at my legs and my neckline right now?

—Fuck, they’re gorgeous, and there’s not much else to look at in here.

—Really? You don’t think I’m fat?

—You’re perfect. I’d love to have a girlfriend with your body and your face.

—Is it starting to get hot in here? —she said, fanning herself—. At least you know how to give a compliment.

And yes, it was hot, but a good part of it was coming from my crotch and not from the trapped air.

—It’s just that we’re really cramped. Come here, go on —she said to me.

I swear that at that moment I didn’t think anything weird was going to happen. But I found it impossible to control my arousal, especially when she curled up under my arm, leaving her breast right under my chin and her thigh brushing mine.

I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to me. I think the gesture made her feel safe. She rested her head on my chest; she had to be hearing my heart pounding a mile a minute. Then she put a hand on my stomach, firm and warm over my abs. At first I took it as an affectionate, trusting caress.

Then the hand started moving downward. A moment later it was resting on my belt. I was giving her soft kisses in her hair, and now and then I brushed my lips against the edge of her ear.

—You seem more relaxed —I murmured.

—I am. Very comfortable with you. It’s been years since we were this close. You make me feel safe.

—I think when your body changed I started treating you with a lot of respect. I didn’t think it was right to hug you like that.

—I don’t know why. I’m still the same. Or don’t you like me?

—I already told you I do. I’m crazy about you.

—Then why aren’t you touching me?

Her hand had already gone past my belt and was resting on the hard bulge under my jeans. She said it so calmly I didn’t even flinch.

—Are you serious? —I asked.

—This way we pass the time and have some fun. We’re going to be here for hours.

Without taking her hand off my fly, with the other she lowered the neckline of her top and bared one breast, within reach of my fingers. I gently brushed her nipple and heard her let out a sigh.

—Lorena, we’re playing with fire.

—Then let’s get burned. Touch me, I’m horny.

She herself kept my hand on her breast. For a while I played with the nipple, caressing and pinching it slowly. I was rock hard under her fingers.

—I don’t know if it’s the adrenaline from being trapped or if tonight I find you hot —she said, her voice husky.

—Have you drunk a lot?

—Not enough to use it as an excuse.

At that point she turned and sat astride my thighs. We looked into each other’s eyes. The skirt still covered her, but I could feel the heat of her ass against my legs. She had her bare breast a hand’s breadth from my face and challenged me with her stare, until our lips joined in the first kiss we’d ever given each other as something more than siblings.

Our tongues got involved right away. Our mouths tasted of alcohol, but we didn’t care; we kissed like we were crossing a desert and that was the only source of water. I took the opportunity to slide my hands along her thighs to the ass that had always secretly caught my attention.

—You’re wearing a thong —I said.

—Of course, my panties are in my bag. Give me a finger.

She guided my head toward her bare chest. I understood what she wanted without words, so I closed my lips around the nipple and started sucking it. At the same time she took my hand and slipped my index finger into her mouth, coating it with saliva.

—You know what I want you to touch. You’re not completely stupid.

I was starting to discover how shameless my sister was, but I certainly wasn’t going to complain. I slid my finger under the thin thong string and started caressing between her cheeks. She let out a loud moan that only I could hear.

—Like that, slowly. You have to really heat a girl up before anything else —she whispered, licking my ear and biting my earlobe.

She opened the top all the way, leaving both breasts within reach of my mouth. Since I was busy with them, I decided to keep quiet and follow her instructions. With all my blood concentrated somewhere else, I wasn’t in the mood for much conversation; a few gasps escaped me as I went from one nipple to the other.

What I did notice was the heat of her body. The thong fabric was soaked through and, despite my little experience, it was obvious I was making her enjoy it.

—Keep going a little longer. You know I’m going to make you eat it at some point? —she said.

Eating that body was the dream of any of my friends and, of course, mine too. But she wasn’t going to settle for so little. She wanted more, and there were hours left until dawn.

—Rip my thong off —she ordered.

I think it was more than ready for that, because I didn’t need to pull hard. I ended up with a little piece of lace in my hand and I tucked it into my pocket so there’d be no evidence left in the elevator.

—Keep it as a souvenir —she laughed.

—And now what?

—Now you stay very still, because you’re going to eat me out.

She stood up with one leg on either side of my body. She lifted her skirt a couple of times, teasing, until everything was right above my face. She was so turned on that something was dripping and falling into my open mouth. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life.

—Do you like it? —she asked.

—I adore it.

—Then use your tongue.

She didn’t need to say anything else. She bent her knees until I could reach her. I stuck out my tongue and, when I wasn’t licking, tried to penetrate her with it. She grabbed my hair and every so often gave it a tug, proof of how aroused she was. I kept holding her ass, spreading her cheeks and playing with my finger a little more. Between gasps she warned me.

—I’m about to come. But don’t think that gets you off the hook. You know what comes next.

She turned around, giving me her back and putting her ass in front of my face. I was still rock hard, though by then I had long since stopped paying attention to my own need. I didn’t know if I’d end the night with a pain the size of the building or if she’d do me the favor of relieving me. I didn’t care; I had my sister all to myself.

She was holding her skirt up at the waist herself. All I had to do was part her cheeks and bury my tongue as deep as it would go.

—It’s clean —she said, guessing my doubt—. Why do you think I carry wipes in my bag? Don’t stop; you have to make me come a couple more times.

I had no choice but to obey, though I wouldn’t have stopped even if the firefighters had been prying the doors open. In that position I could reach everything. I could taste her and move from one place to another without stopping.

—I think now it’s your turn for some attention —she said after a while.

Without changing position, she bent her body with surprising agility and started undoing my pants. Before, she’d swatted my hand away every time I tried. In that motion my nose buried itself in her ass and my tongue reached wherever it could.

—So hard and hot. Exactly how I like it. And it looks like you can take it.

—With you doing it like this, I have no idea how long I’ll last.

—Let’s call things by their name. We’re fucking, little brother. And even if you see me like this, don’t think I do this with just anybody.

She didn’t linger long. She didn’t even bother to turn around; I think she also wanted to show me how flexible she was. She bent her knees until she was sitting on me and took me in with one smooth motion. There’s nothing hotter, wetter, tighter. To say I was in heaven would be an understatement.

She arched her back as she rose and fell on my hips. She turned her head to find my lips and her mane brushed my face and chest. She guided my hands to her breasts herself so I could caress them and gently pinch her nipples.

—That’s it, babe!

—If you’re the one doing everything —I panted.

—Because I know what I like and what you like.

—Lorena, I’m going to come.

—Me too. Do it inside, I’ve taken precautions.

Amid gasps and sighs we reached the end. I’m not going to brag that we came at the same time; with my little experience I wasn’t controlling her reactions that well. But I’m convinced she enjoyed it. The proof is that since that night we’ve done it again.

She stayed draped over me for a while while I stroked her back and kissed her neck and shoulders tenderly, waiting for both of us to catch our breath.

But she’s tireless. We had no room for more positions, and by then I had lost all hardness, but I didn’t want to let the night end without one last treat.

—Stand up.

—And now what?

—I want to see what it tastes like mixed with mine.

I did as she said even though I doubted I’d be able to respond again. She had her mouth occupied for a good while, unhurriedly, until everything was clean.

—Pull your pants up; this is too tempting. I’m going to have to share you. Maybe I’ll introduce you to one of my friends.

—As shameless as you?

—Some of them. You ate me out almost as well as they do.

—Do you like girls too?

—Like guys: only the really special ones.

—It’s about time somebody got us out of here.

—Let me curl up with you a little longer. I feel protected.

A little later, someone restored the power and the elevator started moving again until it dropped us off on our floor. She gave me one last kiss on the lips before opening the apartment door, like a promise that this had only been the beginning.