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“What’s your name, son?”
“Christopher McDonald, though I’d prefer to be called Chris. Mates back home called me Macca.”
“McDonald? Well, you’re obviously not local from the accent. Have you got family over here?”
“Ancestry is in Inverness. My grandparents’ brothers and sisters still live there, well, those still alive anyway. My mother’s parents moved to Australia in the sixties. Dad’s family is originally from Glasgow, though further back along the line.”
“And what brings you all the way to Peterhead? I mean, apart from showing up here looking for a job.”
“It’s a long story, and to be honest, not one I really want to go into now. I know that doesn’t sound too good, considering I’m desperate for a job. Maybe one day I can explain it all. I’m not in trouble with the law, either here or in Australia. I’m here legally in the UK,” gesturing to the documents I had, “But I’m not allowed back home, primarily by my father. I decided it was best if I just left.”
“Sounds like one hell of falling out?” I nodded but stayed silent. “Very well. So, you’re here now, looking for work. Do you know what being a trawlerman involves?”
“Long, wet, tiring days and nights at sea.”
The captain laughed. “Very simply put but, yes, that’s about it. I’ll be honest, it’s very hard work. Weeks at sea as we look for a catch. Cold, wet and miserable most of the time on the North Sea, god forbid if we head anywhere near the Atlantic. And it’s bloody dangerous. I’ve lost two men while captaining my own vessel, both overboard, never to be seen again. Before that, I’ve worked on ships where men have been injured, maimed and killed. It can be a ghastly business.” He gestured to the plaque above the bar. “That’s the list of names of men lost since the turn of the 20th. Names are still added to this day. And not all the bodies are found. We’ve put many caskets into the ground which were empty.”
“I’m aware of the dangers involved. But days and weeks away at sea sound perfect.”
“The guys will give you a lot of shit to begin with. I hope you have broad shoulders.”
“I’d expect nothing less. I know I’m young, but I’m fit enough, willing to learn and want to do this.”
He cast me with a keen eye, judging my sincerity. Ever since leaving Australia, I’d wondered what I was going to do with my life. I knew I didn’t want to be stuck in an office five days a week. I wanted to breathe fresh air and feel the wind in my face. And I also wanted to enjoy the camaraderie of my fellow man. Since joining the forces was out, something I’d always considered doing, I started looking at other options, and remembered watching a documentary series on TV called ‘Trawlermen’. I found it rather interesting, the work looked gruelling, but I enjoyed watching the friendships of the men and the work, while hard, didn’t look too difficult. Sure, I’d have to learn, and learn fast, but I was willing to give it a go.
Captain Jack McTavish stuck out his hand. “I’m always willing to give someone eager to work a chance. We cast off two days from now. 5am. Don’t be late.”
I shook the offered hand. “Thanks, Captain. I won’t let you down.”
“If you do, I’ll throw you overboard myself.” My face must have dropped as he started to laugh. “Pulling your leg, lad. I won’t do that.” His face turned serious in an instant. “Because one of the others will do it for me.”
I chuckled nervously, as I knew he was probably right. “I’ll be on time and raring to go, Captain.”
I watched as he filled out some paperwork, stating I would now be employed and paid by him, handing me copies to sign and keep for myself, as he kept a copy while the third would be sent off to the government. Once everything was dotted and crossed, he shook my hand again, told me not to be late but to enjoy my last two days of freedom. The one suggestion he made would be the best piece of advice he ever gave me.
Get as much sleep as possible.
Of course, sleeping wasn’t something I wanted much of. If I slept, I would start to dream. And I would dream of her. The reason why I was now in Peterhead, Scotland, looking at being a trawlerman, instead of living back in Sydney, Australia, wondering what step we would have taken in our lives together.
I sat at the bar most of the evening, chatting with the locals, always centre of attention once they heard my accent. Most of the questions were the same. What the hell was I in Peterhead for? Why the fuck would I want to be a trawlerman? Did I have a screw loose or a death wish? I answered the first question easily, the second I handled rather deftly, and while I don’t think everyone believed me, they respected the fact I was an outsider willing to give it a go.
After a night on the ale, I headed up to the bedroom I’d occupied for the past week as I’d looked for work. There was little in the room. My large backpack. A double bed. A small bathroom with a shower, basin and toilet. Closing the door behind me, I just felt incredibly lonely, ostracised from my family, my friends left far behind.
I stripped down to my underwear and got into bed, flicking on the small TV, though there was little on and was feeling tired in minutes. Switching it off, I read my kindle for another five minutes at most before sleep overcame me and I started to dream. And, of course, my dreams were about her.
I missed her terribly.
Alexandra, though she preferred Alexa, was my sister, born two years after me. From an early age, we were inseparable. I know she worshipped the ground I walked on, while she was always my cute little sister. We loved each other dearly, though I mean the innocent sort of childish love of the time. Before we hit puberty, we were just a pair of siblings who happened to actually like each other and enjoyed the other’s company. I know it made our parents lives easier, as Alexa and I were a real team. I’d help her with homework, as I had done exactly the same work two years prior, while Alexa just made me feel… good. She’d often come looking to me, even at a young age, simply to give her a hug, instead of Mum or Dad. At school, I was her big brother and protector, and being one of the bigger kids, no-one messed with my little sister.
I would have thought when both of us reached puberty, we would have drifted apart. But we didn’t. Even as I hit the mid-teens, we were still as close as ever. In fact, I think we were probably too close. I knew by the time Alexa hit her teenage years, she definitely had a crush on me, while my cute little sister was already developing certain womanly features impossible to ignore.
But while both of us noticed the changes, our relationship remained entirely innocent. I think the only people who may have been concerned would have been our parents. I can understand why, for example, when Alexa would snuggle up next to me on the couch when watching a movie. It would appear innocent, but my heartbeat would definitely increase and, being the young man I was, blood would flow to areas I wished it wouldn’t.
I think we knew our relationship may have been more than siblings, if we wanted it to be, when Alexa was around 16. I was 18, in my final year at school, ready for final exams, and had just finished talking to a friend about the end of year formal (otherwise known as prom to Americans.)
“Do you have a date for the end of year formal, Chris?” Alexa asked once I was off the phone.
“No, I haven’t asked anyone.”
“Why not?”
I just shrugged. “I don’t need one. If I could take my little sister, I would.”
She blushed. “You’d take me?” she asked quietly.
“Of course. Why not? What’s wrong with wanting to take my little sister on a night out?”
Alexa shrugged, blushing brighter, not meeting my eyes. “Chris?” she asked quietly.
“Yeah?”
“Why have you never had a girlfriend?”
“I don’t need one, Alexa. I have you.”
She looked me in the eyes. “But, Chris, I can’t be your girlfriend.”
“I didn’t say you were, or you had to be, Alexa. I just mean… I prefer being around you than anyone else. To be honest, you’re far more mature than most of the girls I have to deal with on a daily basis anyway. I don’t hear the same crap out of your mouth. You’re intelligent, witty, make me laugh and….” I trailed off, not willing to share the last bit.
“And what, Chris?” she asked, nearly inaudible.
I took a deep breath and looked at her. “You’re blossoming into one hell of a beautiful young woman, Alexa. Any boy or man would be lucky to have you on their arm.”
She grabbed my hand and squeezed it, on the verge of tears, I think. “Thank you.”
“Just being honest, Alexa,” I said, squeezing her hand back, before dragging her in to give her a hug. Entirely innocent again, at least physically. Emotionally or psychologically, I think things were different.
After that one conversation, where I certainly insinuated I had other feelings than just those brotherly ones I’d always had, our relationship definitely changed. For the better in one way, as there was no doubt our crushes for one another were turning into something far deeper and meaningful. But for the worse in the other, as our parents were definitely aware of how close we were becoming and I knew they were growing concerned.
The one thing I knew I couldn’t or wouldn’t do was be intimate with my sister. Definitely not before she was an adult, as even though the age of consent in our country is 16, I knew I’d be fucked legally if I tried anything as an 18-year-old. And god forbid anyone actually found out. But even though, with each passing day, week and month, I knew I wanted her, I wasn’t sure I could actually take that step into telling her how I felt, despite how obvious it was, and then actually doing the deed itself. I know she felt the same, insinuating enough over time, but I figured, being the older sibling, I’d have to make the first move.
So I left my feelings unsaid and tried to move on with my life, finding it slightly easier once I left school.
I knew I had to do something, and once I’d graduated, found a job and started working, it wasn’t long until my social circle expanded and I met Melanie. She was a couple of years older than me, but a stunning red haired, green eyed beauty, that I was immediately smitten with. I was told you shouldn’t shit where you eat (otherwise known as dating a colleague at work) but, once she reciprocated my interest, I asked her out and things developed from there.
We had sex within a fortnight of our first date. Obviously, she was my first and she was quite happy to show me the ropes. The difficult part was inviting her around to meet the parents and my sister. To say the reception from my sister was frosty would be an understatement, but underneath the cold stare, when she looked only in my direction, I could see the pain and heartache I was causing. But there was nothing I could do. I would have sat down and explained it to her, if I could, but I didn’t think that conversation would go well at all. In fact, I think it would have destroyed our relationship. Upon meeting Melanie, it was strained enough.
Melanie and I dated for around eighteen months before the night that changed everything. Did I ever love her? In a way, I did. As I said, I was smitten to begin with. She was attractive, rather bright and made me laugh. She was also my first, so there were the feelings that come with that too. But did I love her as much as my sister? Not at all. I knew I was effectively ‘settling’ for her as the woman I truly wanted simply wasn’t available. Or, she was available, but not to me.
The relationship between Melanie and I eventually turned rather serious, particularly once Melanie started to mention moving in together. Figuring that was a sensible move to make, I talked to the parents about moving out and they seemed quite pleased for me to finally leave the family home. Not in any bad way, but I was now a grown man, in a serious relationship, and they subtly suggested this was the first step towards possible marriage, kids and all that. Just thinking about marriage left me feeling cold, as I wasn’t sure I could ever do that to Melanie. I cared for her deeply, but that was one hell of a big step, a show of utter commitment.
And I just knew the vows I would state would be a complete lie.
But all the above was moot on the night I slept with my sister.
Alexa appeared surprised to see me walk in the front door alone, a broad smile forming as she skipped forward to hug me. I just hugged her in return, certainly glad that our relationship had somewhat recovered since those early days when I started to date Melanie.
“Where’s Melanie?”
“She’s gone out for the night with the girls. Where’s Mum and Dad?”
“Said they were heading out for the night. Dad said ‘Don’t expect us back to the morning’. Ugh, I don’t even want to think about it.”
“So it’s just us two?” I asked, unable to hide the smile.
“Looks like it. We haven’t had a night like this in quite a while.”
“Why aren’t you out, now that you’re 18 and all?”
Alexa just shrugged. “Going out and just getting shitfaced doesn’t interest me. Plus…”
“Plus?”
“I knew you were going to be home tonight. So I abandoned all my plans.” She hugged me tightly again. “I just wanted a night of having you to myself.” I’ll admit I liked the sound of that too. Probably a little too much, in all honesty. She pulled back, though still held me around the waist, looking into my eyes. “So, I’m thinking… I’ll make us dinner, then perhaps we could share a bottle of wine or two and watch a movie. Sound good?”
I leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Sounds great, Alexa.”
I sat on a stool at the kitchen counter, watching Alexa cook our meal. She stood at around 5’6 and had pretty much stopped growing upwards. She had the most perfect pair of perky boobs possible. I mean, those things just sat there on her chest, even without a bra. I tried not to be too obvious as I wondered if she wore one now. She was slim, though not thin. I knew she exercised, but she had some subtle curves that nearly all men appreciated. Alexa was a brunette, a rather light brown, her hair in a simple ponytail. Definitely cute, as she bounced around the kitchen. She met my eyes, knowing I was staring, her blue eyes looking into my brown, watching a shy smile form, her lightly freckled little nose crinkling as she started to blush.
“What?” she asked quietly.
“Sorry. It’s just… You’re gorgeous, Alexa. I mean, I remember this cute little girl of five, ten or even fifteen years old following me around. I wonder where she’s gone and who this woman is in front of me.”
Alexa put the tray into the over before approaching me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing my cheek. “She’s definitely still here, though she’s now definitely a woman,” she breathed into my ear. Feeling her hot breath in my ear and then along my neck, I was hard in an instant.
I turned to look at her and I felt a desperation I’d never felt before, to simply hold her in my arms and kiss her. And I don’t mean the chaste kisses we’d always shared. I mean the sort of kiss that would result in lots of tongue, hands exploring bodies and… other things. But I took a deep breath, calmed my heartbeat and just smiled.
“She most certainly is.”
Two rows of pearly whites appeared before she kissed the tip of my nose. “I’ll just prepare some potatoes and veggies. Got to keep feeding your properly, Christopher.”
My erection having thankfully subsided, I grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and poured us a glass each. My sister rushed out of the kitchen to grab something, returning with her phone to put on a bit of music, bouncing around the kitchen as she continued cooking. She was absolutely mesmerising. I had to shake my head at times, emptying my mind of the million and one thoughts I was experiencing, all of them exciting but none of them feasible.
I couldn’t help but stare at her arse as she shook that, dancing along to some song I barely noticed. I had a feeling she was doing it all on purpose, and I didn’t care one little bit. Then she’d turn side on and I’d watch her boobs jiggle about, learning that she was definitely wearing a bra, but that didn’t matter. I had to resist the urge to get up and dance with her in a way that would be incredibly suggestive. I sat there and wondered if that was what she wanted.
After a couple of songs, she stopped dancing and walked towards me again, cuddling into me for a few minutes, resting her head on my chest. I cuddled her back, inhaling the scent of her shampoo, and she was definitely wearing some sort of perfume too. She smelled fantastic. She always did, to be honest.
“I miss you,” she said quietly.
“I know, Alexa. But…”
I heard the sigh. “I know. I know.” She lifted her head to look at me. “Part of me just wants to be selfish and keep you all for myself.” I could only smile, tempted to say I wouldn’t mind if she did. But I couldn’t be that honest. I had to jog my mind, and remind myself I was in a relationship with… Melanie, that’s her name.
Thankfully, the oven dinged before I could contemplate any sort of response, Alexa just smiling at me as she started to serve up two plates. We sat the dinner table, with another bottle of wine already opened, eating in contented silence, though Alexa would occasionally look at me and just smile. I automatically smiled in return, simply left wondering what was on her mind. If it was anything like mine, then something was going to happen. And I was unsure if I wanted to stop it if it did.
“What movie do you want to watch?” Alexa asked, once we’d finished dinner and cleared up.
“I’m easy, Alexa. Whatever you want.”
We ended up watching what I would have called a ‘chick-flick’, some romantic comedy from the UK. I barely paid attention, though, because before we got settled, Alexa grabbed a blanket from the cupboard, as the evening was rather cool, switching off the lights before covering us both in the blanket. She then snuggled into me, a hand resting on my chest as I wrapped an arm around her, holding her close. It was something I would have called rather intimate.
I think we’d barely watched half an hour before her hand started to slowly move up and down my chest, very slowly, very softly, but even that was enough to get my engine running. I just held Alexa that little bit tighter in response, running my hand up and down her side. My heartbeat was thundering in my chest as I thought ‘What the hell am I doing?’ The other part, the louder and larger part of my brain, was telling me to just do it. I know I wanted it. And I knew she wanted it too. It was finally time to give into temptation.
We must have been able to read each other’s thoughts, as we turned to look at each other at the same time. We just stared for what felt like hours before I lowered my lips to hers, kissing her for the first time. It was brief, only a few seconds, before I pulled back. She smiled before reaching behind my head and pulled me in, opening her mouth immediately and she readily accepted my tongue. She was on her back in seconds as we made out, the pressure that had been building up between us finally being released. My hands were already very busy, appreciating her soft skin and subtle curves. Hers were all over mine, feeling her smile as she kissed me, as I had developed rather broad shoulders and some defined muscles thanks to my job.
I pulled back for a moment and had to ask. “Are you sure, Alexa?”
“What do you think, Chris? I should ask you if you’re sure?”
“I’ve wanted this for years.”
“There’s your answer.”
“Bedroom?”
“God yes!”
Switching off the movie, we hurried to my bedroom, closing the door behind me before we practically leapt on each other. Our clothes disappeared very quickly, mine certainly did as I was in my underwear in seconds, though I took my time undressing my sister, appreciating every time a different bit of skin appeared, making sure I gently caressed or kissed her all over.
“Chris, I’ve never done this before,” she admitted once down to bra and panties.
That brought me to an immediate stop as I had wondered if she was a virgin. She blushed as I no doubt looked surprised. “Why?”
“It’s not that I haven’t had opportunities.” Then she met my eyes. “But I wanted you.”
“I felt the same way but…”
She caressed my cheek and smiled. “I know, Chris. And I understand why.”
“Why now, though? I mean, why are we doing this now?”
“Because we obviously both want to. Would that be correct?”
I kissed her again in way of reply, wrapping my arms around her, feeling her warm skin again mine. Her hands were all over me, up my arms, down my back and sides, before I felt one hand grab my cock through my boxer-briefs. “Someone’s excited.”
“I’ve wanted this for as long as you, Alexa.” I then met her eyes. “Are you on the pill?” She nodded. “Good.”
“Since I was 15. Mum didn’t want any unplanned pregnancies.” She paused, then smirked. “I still think they believe we’ve done this before.”
“Probably. May as well prove them right this time.”
She tasted of wine and smelled of strawberries, the mix of shampoo, soap and perfume. Thing is, I love strawberry flavour, and I knew she wore it simply because I liked it. Not breaking our kiss, I manoeuvred us both onto my bed, Alexa shuffling backwards so her heads rested on the pillows. My hands were now incredibly busy and I savoured the first moment I felt one of her breasts in my palm, albeit still behind her bra.
“Take it off,” she said softly.
What my sister wants, my sister gets, her bra removed rather deftly, actually leaving her impressed that I didn’t fumble. I’m sure she knew where I’d learned, though said nothing about it. With her breasts now free, I could now play with them, uninhibited by small pieces of cloth. I felt her nipples harden at my touch as I kissed her neck, hearing her moan for the first time. My cock was already hard but I almost shot my load when she did that.
I kissed all around her neck, feeling her shudder slightly as I did, no doubt experiencing new thrills never felt before. I wandered up her neck towards her ear, kissing and sucking at one of her lobes, telling her how beautiful she was at the same time. I noticed she blushed at what I told her, as I started to get rather rude in what I wanted to do to her.
“Chris, I just want this to end with you fucking me. It’s all I ever think about when I masturbate.”
I knew my sister masturbated. Not that I’d ever seen or heard it. I just assumed she did. But hearing she masturbated, thinking about me? I don’t think my ego would have fit out the door.
I kissed down her body, feeling her shudder every so often as my fingers grazed her skin at the same time. Taking one of her breasts in hand, I licked around and across her nipple, feeling her buck slightly, a loud moan escaping her mouth, before I started simply suck and nibble at it, very gently as I didn’t want to hurt her. She gasped again as I did.
“Oh god, that’s good, Chris.”
I smiled to myself, lavishing plenty of attention on one breast with my mouth while feeling the other up with my free hand, before swapping for her other breast. With my free hand, I moved it down her body and felt up her pussy above her panties, earning myself a rather loud groan when I did. What I did feel was wetness. Her panties were soaked. I slid my hand under the band of them, feeling her trimmed hair on my palm before I felt her wet cunt. She gasped again as my hand grazed her clit, feeling her body shudder again, as I teased her entrance.
“Oh, Chris, you have no idea how long….”
I didn’t know the signals of her body, but I’d learned enough to know at least the basic signals, and my sister was hot and already ready to blow. Kissing down her body, I moved both hands to her panties, eventually sliding those down her legs, finally revealing what I’d wanted to see for years. Removing my underwear at the same time, she would have got a good look at my very erect cock.
“It looks… big,” she whispered.
I couldn’t help smirk as I didn’t think it was anything special, but it was nice to hear. Putting a hand on each of my sisters’ legs, I spread those as I gazed upon my sister’s cunt for the first time, taking in every little detail. In the low light provided by my bedside table, I could now see how wet she was, plus the well-groomed dark patch of hair above her cunt.
“What are you going to do now?” she asked shyly.
My reply was in the form of running my tongue along her slit, tasting the juices of my sister for the first time. I think she almost orgasmed from that alone, the moan she made loud enough to wake the neighbours next door. I then teased her, kissing around her crotch, on one thigh then another, running my hands up and down her calves, before finally returning my tongue to her slit, slowly running it up and down, simply to tease her.
“I think I’m going to cum,” she cried softly.
“Not just yet. Hold on.”
“I’ll try,” she said, but she was already breathing deeply, her body moving in such a way that I knew she was already incredibly close.
It was time to stop teasing her as I ran my tongue along her labia before delving her depths in between, rewarded with another small flow of juices, lapping those up in delight, thoroughly enjoying her taste. I knew I would definitely do this again, without even her needing to ask.
“Oh god…” she exclaimed. It was time to put this to bed, moving my tongue up to her clit, circling the little nub first before running my tongue gently across it. She nearly leapt off the bed when I did that, causing me to chuckle, as I pressed my tongue against it again. “Fucking hell, Chris.”
“Cum for your brother, Alexa,” I said, before flicking her clit, feeling her shudder again, as I continued to flick it, learning that she liked me to circle it before running my tongue across it. Pressing her cunt down into my face, she was begging for release. I picked up the tempo, all my attention on her clit, just wanting my little sister to cum.
“Oh god! Chris, I’m cumming!”
Those were the five greatest words I’d heard in my life up to that moment, rewarded with a gush of her juices as she had what appeared to be the best orgasm of her life so far. Or, at least that’s what she told me once she’d calmed down and only shuddered every few seconds or so. I would have kept eating her out, but I felt a hand grab my hair, lifting my head to look into her eyes.
“Enough for now, Chris. Very sensitive.”
Licking my lips, she wasn’t too sensitive to have me kiss back up her body before I was at her eye level. “Good?”
“I can’t believe I waited so long to make a move on you if it was going to be that good!” she said before kissing me.
I just smirked. “I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
“Give me a few minutes then you’re definitely sticking that thing inside me.”
I was hard as a rock as we made out, feeling one of her hands stroke my chest before grabbing my cock, wrapping her hand around it before slowly jerking me off. “Do you want me to blow you?”
“Maybe later.”
She smiled again. “You want to fuck me first?”
“Definitely.”
We continued to make out, hands still exploring. Her body was so soft and warm. Her breasts were perfect. Her arse was wonderful. Her legs were smooth and what I’d describe as athletic, thanks to years of netball. Then I started comparing her to someone and that brought me to a halt.
“Shit,” I muttered.
“What’s wrong?”
I sighed. “I just thought of someone.”
“Oh…”
I met my sister’s eyes and smiled. “Guess I’ll be breaking up with her tomorrow.” The smile my sister returned lit up the room. “We’ll discuss what’s happening between us after that, I guess.” She just nodded and kissed me again. “I do feel like an arsehole though,” I added.
“Do you love her?” I shrugged as, though I cared for her, and perhaps loved her in some way, I wasn’t in love with her. “There’s your answer, Chris.” Then she grabbed one of my hands, locking our fingers together. “Do you love me?”
“Of course.”
She shook her head. “Do you love me as more than a sister?”
I chuckled. “What do you think?”
“I want to hear it.”
I kissed her softly on the lips. “I’m in love with you, Alexa,” I whispered.
I watched her blink rapidly as she said, “I feel the same way.”
She pulled me on top of her, feeling the heat of her pussy against the head of my cock. She gasped when my head pressed against her, though the gasp turned into a smile as she kissed me again. Wrapping her arms around my neck again, she said the few words I’d always wanted to her from her. “Make love to me, Chris. Make love to your sister.”
She spread her legs a little more as I positioned my cock at her entrance. I met her eyes a final time, waiting for her to get comfortable. Then she nodded as I slowly pushed forward, the head of my cock entering my sister. She gasped as soon as I did that, waiting for a moment before pushing forward another inch or so. “Slowly,” she whispered. I just nodded, knowing what to do, as the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. What did surprise me is that I didn’t feel a barrier. I must have looked surprised as she whispered, “Dildo broke it.”
Despite having half my cock inside my sister, I couldn’t help chuckle. “Good to know.”
“You’re already so much bigger and better, Chris.”
I pulled back until only the head of my cock was inside her before pushing forward again, allowing her to completely adjusted to me. I wasn’t that big by any stretch of the imagination, though I had measured myself and was pleased at the result, but my sister was tight, so despite the wetness, she definitely had to adjust. It took a few minutes but I eventually had my entire length inside her, our pelvic bones meeting. Alexa just hugged me tightly. “Let me just enjoy this for a minute,” she said quietly.
“How does it feel?”
“I feel so full, Chris.” She gently pushed me chest, so she could see my face. “And it feels so good. I mean, totally awesome.”
I kissed her before adding, “And it gets a lot better too.”
I proved it too as I slowly started to thrust back and forth. She was incredibly wet, so despite her tightness, I had little trouble making love to her. She shuffled every now and then, obviously adjusting, and I was pleased that she did just lie there, making sure she touched me all over, spending a lot of time kissing me, just as much as I kissed her. I’ll admit, within a couple of minutes, I felt the urge to cum. So I stopped, earning an amused smile.
“What’s wrong, Chris?” she asked, surprising me further by squeezing me with her cunt.
“I’m going to cum rather quickly.”
“Do I turn you on that much?” She was being a smartass, so I gave her a harder thrust. Her eyes closed and she moaned. “Well, do I?” I thrust hard again, earning a larger smile. “Oh god, you’re hitting the right spot, Chris.”
It was pointless delaying, as I was definitely going to cum rather soon. Letting Alexa know, she said I should just cum, then we could continue the fun in a few minutes. So I pounded her a little harder, hearing a few rather cute moans from my sister, grabbing one of her legs to wrap around me. I felt the change in angle and se groaned rather loudly. “Oh fuck, that’s deeper,” she said, kissing me hard again, feeling her tongue explore my mouth as she moaned rather loudly.
Upping the tempo further, I was already past the point of no return. “I’m close,” I muttered, feeling a tingling sensation in my balls. I knew this was going to be a big one.
“Cum in me, Chris. Cum in your sister.”
Okay, now that was the hottest thing I’d heard up to that point in my life. And she got what she wanted no more than a minute later, burying my cock all the way inside her as I swear I could feel cum travel all the way from my balls, down my cock and out, spurting what felt like a torrent inside her. She giggled as I groaned loudly, my arms already feeling weakened, struggling to hold my body up above her, feeling her other leg wrap around me. “I want it all inside me,” she said with a giggle. I grunted some sort of reply.
Then there was only the sound of our heavy breathing, staring at each other in the low light. The smile on her face was something I’d never seen before. She was blissfully happy. “Finally?” I asked, understanding what the smile meant.
“You’ve got ten minutes, then we’re doing that again!”
I looked down, realising my cock wasn’t exactly deflating, before meeting her eyes again. “Well, it might not take ten minutes. Though we could do with cleaning up.”
After quickly cleaning up the mess, we cuddled into each other, I guess both of us thinking about and realising the new reality of our relationship. I did feel bad about doing this to Melanie, but it was past time that I confronted and admitted my feelings for Alexa. I already knew that I wanted to be with her for the rest of my life. In my mind, though, was figuring out how it was going to work. We were both out of school now, both of us adults so apart from the whole breaking the law part, we could do what we wanted. Our parents would freak, naturally. I had no idea what Alexa was thinking, though could only assume she thought the same way.
Finding myself pushed onto my back, my sister returned the earlier favour, kissing all over my body before ending up on her knees between my legs, holding my cock in one of her small hands. “I’m not sure I can take the whole thing in my mouth,” she said.
“Do whatever you can, Alexa.”
“I’m going to blow you for a few minutes, then I’m going to sit on it. Okay?”
“Whatever you want, Alexa. Trust me, I’m not going to complain.”
She was obviously inexperienced but she made up for that in enthusiasm, her lips and tongue working perfect harmony as the attention she gave to my cock was something else entirely. The fact she was so eager to do it pleased me greatly too. She licked it like a lollipop or ice cream to begin with, running her tongue up and down my shaft, and even further down to my balls, raising my eyebrows in surprise, before moving back up my shaft, circling the head with her tongue, sending shivers up my spine, as I was still feeling a little sensitive.
I couldn’t help stare was I watched the head of my cock disappear inside her mouth, my mind almost in disbelief, shouting ‘Your cock is currently in your sister’s mouth!’ before then adding, ‘That is so fucking hot!’ She sucked on my head, taking a little bit more of my length after a few minutes, letting her jaw adapt to my size. She eventually reached a point where she couldn’t take anymore, not that I was going to complain. Just having any part of my cock in her mouth was a dream come true.
My cock lathered in her saliva, her eyes had never left mine, jerking me off as she asked, “Good?”
“God yes.”
“Do you want me to keep going or do you want to fuck me?”
“Can I be honest? I want to fuck you again.”
She smiled. “Good answer.”
She straddled my lap, running her soaking wet cunt along the shaft of my cock, teasing the hell out of me and herself all at once. I ran my hands up and down her sides before reaching for her breasts, tweaking both her nipples, causing her to giggle. “Do you like them?”
“Always have. Now I know what they look like.”
Lifting herself up a little, she grabbed the base of my cock and positioned it at her entrance, watching, utterly entranced, as my cock disappeared inside her once again. She made a guttural moan as she slid down it, quietly exclaiming “Oh my god!” once she’d bottomed out. “Chris, this is hitting all the right spots. I’m definitely…” She stopped to take a breath, appearing rather flustered already, “I’m definitely going to cum.”
Considering it was her first time, I could only assume my sister had watched some porn, as she certainly had the moves I would not have expected of a virgin. She was also louder or more talkative than I expected, telling me how good it felt, or what felt good, or just that she loved having my cock inside her. I reckon it was a couple of years’ worth of her desire for me finally erupting.
Leaning forward, planting her hands on the bed either side of me, she leaned down to kiss me deeply, feeling her tongue explore my mouth, as she bounced or rubbed herself even faster on my cock. After having her blow me, and now enjoying the tight confines of her cunt once again, I was feeling a building urge to blast inside my sister once again.
“Is it always this good?” my sister asked, her breathing intensifying and I knew she was also close to orgasm.
“Can be,” I uttered, dragging her down to kiss her once again as I started to thrust upwards into her. She kept kissing me, moaning into my mouth at the same time, before she finally had to break away.
“Oh god!” she cried, and I could feel the walls of her cunt start to clamp around my cock. “I’m about to blow!” she yelled. I almost cracked up in laughter, though I felt the same way. “Keep fucking me!”
“Don’t plan on stopping,” I grunted, now pumping my cock into her hard as she collapsed on top of me. I held her close and just enjoyed the feeling of her soaking wet cunt, tightly wrapped around my cock. I knew I’d want to do this for the rest of my life, just kissing her gently as I felt my cock erupt inside her once again. I heard her giggle as I groaned into her ear, along with a series of swear words that would have made a sailor blush.
Once we’d both come down from our shared high, Alexa kissed my cheek and whispered into my ear, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“More than a brother should?”
“Definitely more than a brother should.”
She kissed my cheek again. “Good.”
We cuddled up again for a few minutes before heading to the bathroom and sharing a shower. Now that we’d finally given into temptation and had sex, we had a good look and feel of each other’s bodies as we washed the other down. My sister certainly expressed her thoughts about my frame. I was about 5’10 or so, far more solid than I was even two years before. My cock, now rather shrunken after the nights’ activities, was given some attention, leading to it becoming semi-erect again. My sister said she was pleased I kept myself groomed, and expressed a desire to see me shirtless far more often, appreciating the tan I kept.
As for my sister, the only word I can used to describe her is perfect. Absolutely perfect.
After drying each other off, making out for a little while and sharing another glass of wine, we hopped into my bed and cuddled up again, sharing words of love for each other a final time before drifting off.
I was happily dreaming when I was awoken rather suddenly, feeling my sister wrenched from my arms, hearing her scream in surprise. Before I had barely opened my eyes or moved to react, I felt something very hard smash into my back. I couldn’t help cry out in pain, opening my eyes to see my father standing next to the bed, brandishing a cricket bat. I hadn’t even managed to say a word or move a muscle when I watched it crash down again, this time on my legs.
“You fucking cunt!” my father roared, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Wait a min…”
He pointed the bat at my face. “Shut the fuck up before I put this thing through the side of your head.” He turned back towards the door, where my mother held my sister, who was crying her eyes out. “Get her back to her room. I’ll be dealing with her later, once I’ve dealt with this sick fuck.”
“Brian, is this really…”
“Yes, it is, Claire. I’ve always suspected something. Now I know for sure. Take her to her room, please.”
I looked at Mum, pleading with my eyes for her to intervene, but she turned her eyes then her body away, disappearing through the door. My father stood over me, breathing heavily. I’d never seen such hatred in anyone’s eyes. “She’s your sister, you sick bastard. She’s my little girl. And you fucked her? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Sad I got in first, are you?”
That wasn’t the smartest thing to say. My father is a good four inches taller than me and built like a brick shit-house. Life as a labourer, and years of rugby, made him a broad, intimidating man. I didn’t exactly fear him, but in the few times I’d seen him lose his temper, yeah, I’ll admit it scared the shit out of me. He roared, grabbing me by my hair and dragged me off the bed, throwing me on my back as he put a knee into my chest, a hand around my throat. I honestly thought he was going to kill me.
Rather calmly, which scared me more than his fury, he said, “You have twenty minutes to get dressed, pack a bag of clothes and get the fuck out of my house. As far as I’m concerned, I no longer have a son. Certainly not a son who would defile my daughter in such a way. But you don’t just leave this house. You leave the city. You have 72 hours, or three days, to get out of Sydney, because trust me on this, everyone is going to know about this. All our family and all your friends will know what you’ve done.”
“You can’t…”
He tightened his grip around my throat, cutting off my speech. “Three days. If I even get a whiff of your presence, whether it’s living with a friend, or in your own place, or even living rough on the streets, I will ensure the coppers hunt you down for raping your sister. Oh, I know what happened last night was probably consensual in your eyes, but my little girl would definitely not have wanted her brother to take advantage of her in such a way. So, 72 hours to have your affairs in order, then I tell the family you’re gone and they will know the reason why. I won’t say you raped her, but they will know you forced yourself onto her, convinced her it was a good idea, and then fucked her. I will ruin your name with this family to ensure you will never be welcomed back.”
“Why?” I croaked.
“Why?” he asked, surprised, before he leaned down into my face, “Did you just ask fucking why?” he roared. He stood up and held the bat to my chin. “Twenty minutes, Chris. I suggest you make the most of it. Oh, and one last thing. If you contact anyone in this family after 72 hours, I go to the police. You will not contact any of us again. Do you hear me?” I looked at him but didn’t respond. “I’ll take your silence as acceptance.” He looked ready to leave, before forcing the bat into my throat. “And if you even think of contacting your sister again, even the police won’t locate your body. Trust me on that one, Chris.”
I gingerly got to my feet, pain shooting up my back and down my legs from where he’d whacked me. I’m amazed he hadn’t broken anything, as it felt like he’d put everything into each swing. I dressed as quickly as possible before I grabbed a rucksack, throwing everything I could think of into it. I looked at my electrical items but decided against taking anything except my smartphone.
“I know about social media, Chris. I’ll ensure you cannot contact your sister again that way.”
“Whatever,” I muttered, glaring at him. He just smirked at me, holding the bat at his side.
“I know you want to take a swing. I’d suggest you don’t. I don’t particularly want to go down for murder, but after what you’ve just done to my little girl, it may be a price worth paying. I’m sure plenty of judges would be sympathetic.”
I had no idea what I was going to do, but used every minute available to pack everything I could think of, even grabbing my passport, because who knows where I could end up. Putting my phone and wallet into a pocket each, I grabbed my keys, my father holding out a hand. “House keys. You won’t be needing those again.” I took them off the ring and handed them over. He stood to the side and gestured down the hallway with the bat. Walking by my sister’s room, I could hear her cries from inside, coming to a stop outside her door, though Dad just pushed me in the back. “Keep moving. She’s not your problem anymore.”
He pushed me out the front door, using his large frame to barricade the way in. I turned back to look at him and flipped him off. “Fuck you, cunt,” I said. He just smirked. “Oh, and one last thing. Your daughter definitely wanted me to fuck her last night. She wanted it just as much as me, Brian. I’ll say it again for emphasis. Your so-called little girl wanted me to fuck her brains out. And I did. I love her, she loves me, that’s all that matters.”
“Bullshit. You’re fucked in the head, Chris. Seriously fucked up. Get help. Get fucked. Get out of town.” He pointed with his bat down the driveway. “Your car is there. Get in, reverse, drive away and don’t come back.”
I drove to the end of the street before pulling over, lowering my head to the steering wheel as I groaned, the pain coursing through my body overcoming me. I was in absolute agony after the battering I’d taken, figuring I was going to be absolutely covered in bruises. I then thought of where to go. I could go see Melanie, but I was going to break up with her anyway. I now knew I’d just have to do that by text or phone. I didn’t want to see her. There was no point saying goodbye to friends, as I knew my father was serious. I was definitely going to have to leave town. Knowing I had plenty of money, having saved thousands due to living at home, I booked a hotel on my phone and drove off.
That night, I received a message from Mum. It was rather simple but solid advice.
Go see your grandparents’ tomorrow morning. They’re aware something has happened. Head to Canberra afterwards, get a visa and get out of the country. Go to Europe. Family is Inverness. Link up with them. Let things calm down here then perhaps things will change.
I replied with a simple Thanks, Mum. How is Alexa?
Devastated. I can’t claim to understand what happened between you two, but I’ll be honest, I’ve expected it. I just never expected that reaction from your father. I don’t agree with him, Chris, but I’ve never seen him this mad. As I said, I’ll let it all calm down then see what happens.
The grandparents had plenty of questions the next morning. I just said I’d had a big falling out with my father about something and that he’d kicked me out. They offered to speak to him, but I declined, saying it was best to let it cool off. Instead, they gave me their documents I’d need for a visa, and they also wrote out a cheque for a couple of thousand dollars. I was ready to decline that too, though they insisted I take it, saying they had enough for their retirement. I thanked them both before leaving.
Three days later, I was at Sydney Airport, passport, visa and backpack in hand, waiting for a flight to London Heathrow via Singapore. My back and legs were covered in bruises, having had trouble sleeping since that morning, while walking quickly was difficult. Even my throat had the bruised remains of being squeezed. It was a long, boring flight, but I didn’t sleep. Sleeping meant dreams. And dreams were reminders of what I was leaving behind.
One month later, I was in Peterhead, speaking to the captain about a role on his ship.
Those first few days at sea were horrible as I gained my sea legs. I think I spent half the time leaning over the side, emptying my stomach of whatever contents were within. There was much amusement about the Australian trying to prove himself as a hard, northern bastard. But I learned the ropes rather quickly. The trip out to the fishing spot was dull, as we prepared the nets and the lower deck for the influx of fish. Once we hit the fishing spot and started trawling, life became very exciting, and we’d be awake for hours on end as we had to haul in the catch, assess what we found, then either put the nets back in the water or sort out the catch and prepare it.
The days and nights were long and utterly exhausting. At the end of shift, I’d crawl into my bunk and crash immediately, at least during the first few trips as my body adapted to the grind. But I was quickly accepted as one of the crew, as although I made mistakes, I learned the ropes rather quickly and was soon just one of the guys.
We were out in the North Sea one evening, so far from the coast that we were trawling Atlantis, as Jack often liked to say, when I finally shared with someone what had happened. The entire group was sitting in the kitchen, sharing a brew, as I played tunes through my MP3 player. A particular song came on that I couldn’t help sing along to, though everyone noticed my change in demeanour immediately.
“What song is this?” asked Jimmy.
“Huh?” I asked, not hearing the question.
“The song, Chris. What’s it called?”
“It’s called ‘Here Without You’, by a band called Three Doors Down.”
“Rather melancholy. Do you like it?” Craig wondered.
“It’s not about liking it. It’s about what it means. Listen to the lyrics and you may understand.”
I turned up the volume as everyone quieted down.
A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face.
A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don't think I can look at this the same.
All the miles that separate
Disappear now when I'm dreamin' of your face.
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind.
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time.
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl, it's only you and me.
I’ll admit, I had to take a very deep breath to stop the tears that definitely wanted to flow. I wasn’t going to start blubbing in front of these hard men. But I think they all immediately understood why the words meant so much to me.
“Remember during our first meeting, Chris, about telling me what happened. Any chance you want to share now?” Jack, the Captain, asked. I looked around the small kitchenette, indicating it wasn’t something I wanted to share in front of everyone. “Upstairs?” Jack offered. I accepted the offer.
We headed up to the bridge with another warm brew. Looking out into the near darkness, the port of Peterhead still two days away, I gathered my thoughts of what exactly I should say. “So, you dream about whoever this person is?”
“Nearly every night, just as the song says.”
“Doesn’t sound good for your sanity.”
“It isn’t. Perpetual heartbreak doesn’t help either.”
“Who was the singer speaking about?”
“His wife at the time. It was an ode to her about the loneliness of time on the road, and how much he missed her while he was gone. I can’t even begin to describe how I feel, but I find the isolation of the sea somewhat comforting. Being surrounded by just you guys doesn’t remind me of her.”
“Guess that sounds rather familiar, from the little I know about your story. So, who is she?”
I took a sip of the hot brew before I couldn’t help sigh, wondering if I was about to be thrown overboard for admitting it. “My sister.”
The Captain audibly gulped whatever was in his mouth before glancing my way. “I hear that right, Chris?” I nodded. “Shit, no wonder you’re so messed up.”
“Yeah, explains one or two things, I guess.”
“So, you miss your sister. But I’m guessing… something else happened?”
“Long or short version?”
"How about just the short, bullet points. I don’t need you to bare your soul.”
I took another deep breath. “I’m in love with my sister. She’s in love with me. We’ve felt that way about each other for years but never do anything about it. Then, one night, we gave into temptation. Had sex. Our father discovered us the next day. Beat the shit out of me. Kicked me out of home. Threatened me with retribution if I didn’t leave town. Believed him, as he was ready to kill me. Ended up here looking for a job.”
Jack took another sip of his brew. “Well, I guess I’ve read in the news about things like it before, but would never have believed it was actually real.” He then met my eyes. “Your sister?”
I could only shrug. “Can’t control who you love. Best explanation I can give.”
He met my eyes, judging me again, before he finally nodded. “Can’t say I understand, but…” He shrugged. “I’m certainly not going to judge, being a twice divorced father of three. I’ve certainly made some poor choices.” He held up a hand, as I was about to reply. “Not saying you made a poor choice, Chris. Just comparing our lives.” He fell silent, and I remained so. Finally, he nodded again. “Okay, Chris, that took a lot of guts to admit. I respect that. So, far as I’m concerned, what you just told me stays between us two. I won’t tell a soul.”
“Thanks.”
“So what do you plan on doing?”
I shrugged. “I can’t go home. I have no doubt my father was serious with his threats. He’s not a man to idly threaten someone. Honestly, I think if he ever saw me again, he’d kill me. So I’ll stay here.”
“Interested in running your own ship one day?” I knew I looked surprised as he chuckled. “You seem like a smart kid, Chris. Learn the ropes downstairs, then I’ll show you what goes on up here. You’ll need to do a bit of studying, and you’ll need plenty of collateral, but I think you could have your own ship… in around a decade.”
“You think so?” He nodded. “Let me think about it.”
I took the Captain up on his offer, learning the ins and outs of the trade over the next few years. I also had to study at the same time, as there was more to Captaining a boat than just looking out the window and steering, the Captain suggesting a bit of learning always comes in handy. Appreciating how eager I was to learn and eventually having my own vessel, within five years I was effectively his second in command, and he would have no problem leaving me in charge whenever he needed to recharge the batteries.
Even though the years passed quickly, I never forgot my sister. I was still in love with her, but I knew the pair of us being together was now completely unrealistic, figuring she would have moved on not long after I’d left. If she was as smart as I knew she was, she would have just forgotten all about me. We’d only been together the once, and though I’m sure she still loved me, she was also a grounded individual. But while I may have had one or two partners, local girls who showed an interest in me, particularly as the lone Australian living in the small town of Peterhead, I never settled down with anyone. I could afford to buy a one room house that I kept for when I was on shore, but most of my money was saved to eventually buy my own boat.
I could afford to do that just before I’d turned 30, though it required a loan from the bank. To say the bank manager was surprised when an Australian walked in, wanting to buy a trawler, would be an understatement, though by this time, I was a dual citizen, having been in the UK for over a decade. The loan was easy to get, as I had a significant deposit, while I had already put ads in the paper and online for crew. Within three months, I was the proud owner of a new but used trawler, the previous owner retiring and selling his boat to me on advice from my old Captain.
The first thing I did upon purchasing it was registering a new name. There was only one name it could have.
The ‘Alexa’.