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“She’s coming. I can’t believe she’s actually coming.” Bro was pacing back and forth in front of the ferry dock awaiting his “twin” sister’s arrival. He couldn’t believe he was only a few moments away from being able to hug and hold his sister for the very first time. There were other things they’ve been planning for the past year and a half, but that would wait ‘til later tonight. He just wanted to hold his sister in his arms and prove to her that he will always be there to make her happy and protect her. That he-

  “Bro?” He turns to see a delicious chocolate beauty draped in nothing but black and her crème colored friend, the same as her only a few feet away from him. She smiles up at him, with that beautiful grin of hers. “Hey, Bro. Long time, finally see.” She leans in and hugs him, and he does not ever want to let her go. The feel of her body. The touch of her skin. The smell of her hair. He wanted to remember it all, and at the same time, never let her go.

  “It’s so good to finally see you Sis.”

  “Same here, Bro.” She takes a step back to look at him and slide a free-lancing lock of hair behind his ear. “Same here.”

  “Hello?” They turn to look at Sis’s friend. “You two forget about me or something?”

  “Sorry, Charlie!” She runs back onto the ferry and  into a purple mustang parked up front. “Hope in you two. Charlie, Bro gets shotgun. He needs to show us how to get to his house.”

“Come on sis,” Bro had his arms wrapped around his sis, attempting to talk her into what they had planned so many months in advance. “Sis, you promised. Come one.”

  “I can’t, Bro! I just can’t” She rips herself from his arms and steps to the other side of his room. “I-I’m s-s-so sorry Bro, but I can’t. You had to have known that this was going to happen! I mean, look at me!”

  He had looked at her. The entire night he did nothing but. It was a challenge not to notice every hill, valley, and series of never ending, luscious curves on that scrumptious body of hers in that tight-enough-to-her-body black spandex that seemed to wrapped around her body in the sexiest mummification he had ever seen. He wanted to both hold her and tear that spandex away from her and end the suffocation of her body’s building scream for him. His breathing comes shallow as he takes a step toward her and, “Sis, don’t do this. Please. You promised me. We planned this thing out since that night over the phone. Remember? You screamed and moaned my name. You said you needed me. You said you wanted me right there with you. You said it felt wonderful, but it would be even better if I were right there. You even said that it truly felt like I was there, but you still wanted the real thing. Well, sis,” he wraps his arms around his non-blood related sister, “I am here now. You can have the real thing.” He kisses the back of her neck as he both leads and, partially, drags her over towards the bed. “I know you want to Sis.” He sits down on the edge and sets her in his lap and speaks into her neck, “I know you have the undying need to, Sis.” He places his hands on her sides, attempting to contain her shaking sobs. “Please, don’t so this. I need you and want you, as much as you do. I love you, Sis.”

  The sobs just continued, as she says, “I-I don’t think I can, Bro. I just… don’t….”

  He just holds her, kisses every inch of visible skin on the top half of her body, loving that she wore a strapless,  and slid a soothing hand up, down, and around her body. He has to do it for at least a half hour, before she finally calmed and relaxed enough for him to move her to a more comfortable sitting position on the bed. “Sis…”

  His voice trailed, as she took him by surprise and… kissed him. He smiled beneath her lips as she unbuttoned his shirt and fumbled with his belt and his pants. Her kisses were sweet. Her hands were gentle and soothing, but, somewhat, arousing. He presses her to him letting her. Him fully on the bed in nothing but his boxers, feeling slowly over her body.

  I wonder if he would notice. I wonder if he would figure out the secret to my dress, as his hands caress me with such a soothing and gentle touch. Will he…he found it. He found the secret. I knew he did because, I can feel the spandex that was wrapped half way down my thighs, slowly unwrap. Oooo….yes! The fear leaving me a bit, I can enjoy his touches. His kisses. But I hate the fact that the stupid dress left unwanted creases on my skin.

  …He…he didn’t care. He treated them as treasures all on their own as the last bit of spandex leaves my body, and I’m left only in my strapless bra and bikini bottom panties. I could feel him smiling underneath my lips. I smiled on top of his, as he…

  …lifted her from the bed and stood  face to face with her, her legs pinned to the bed. “Oh, Sis…”and the kisses began once more on her lips, down her neck, across her chest, just above bra that now free falls to the floor, on those two delicious scoops of chocolate ice cream she calls her breasts, down her stomach, stopping just above her panties.

  “Are you ready, Sis?”

  Her body shakes in response, as her panties are ripped off, and she feels her brother’s tongue plunge deep inside of her. But only for a sliver of a second, before he comes back up, then slides her under the covers with him.

  “Well, Sis? Are you ready?”

  “Yes,” her response wispy and shaky, but full of desire.

  Bro smiles. “Do you remember the position we talked about?”

  She climbs on top of him for her answer to his question and ripping of his boxers, leaving no barrier of cloth between them anymore.

  His smile grows wider, “Ready to begin?”

  She slides down on his dick in response and begins to ride him, as she leans over to kiss his lips.

  “Oh… Sis.” He grabs her hips thrusting inside of her fast, going deeper with each thrust. And thrusting faster and deeper inside of her, as she screamed, moaned, and begged for more.

  She loved it.

  She loved him.

  And he the same.

  Their dreams and fantasies finally coming true.