Busty Sister

When I was a teenager I went through an incredible growth spurt. One day I was barely an A cup, and only 3 month later I was a 38DD.

It was awful! Everyone looked at me differently. I felt like some kind of circus freak. It was so embarrassing having to go shopping with my stepmother for new bras and new clothes. All the sales people knew why I was buying them.

At home my father and stepmother tried to remain supportive. “It’s OK honey. Your body’s changing. It natural.” So is leprosy! Even my two much younger sisters would comment. And I would turn red with tears whenever my parents would have to explain.

“Mommy? Why is Heather’s chest so big? Does she have a disease?”

“Now sweetheart. It’s not nice to talk about other people’s bodies. Your sister is a teenager and her body is just changing. It’s natural.”

I tried my very best to wear loose sweaters and blouses but they did little good. The kids at school were merciless. Maybe the other girls were just jealous, but the rumor was that I’d gotten implants. What else could explain such a change? The girls teased me non stop and when I fought back I was always the one who got detention.

The boys were almost as bad. They were always leering at me and talking to me like I was a prostitute. “Yo babe? Ya gotz any black in ya? Ya wantz some?”

“Get away from me you perv!”

“Oh Iz seez. Snowflake here bez a lezbo.”

“Lebzo! Lezbo!” they jeered.

My circle of friends fled for cover as far away from me as they could. When my sweet sixteen came up no one would come to my party or even return my calls or e-mails.

A week after my eighteenth birthday my 21 year old stepbrother Michael came home from college for Christmas break. He tried his hardest not to show it but even he was leering too. It must have been a big shock for him to leave his little sister in August and come back to me.

Michael caught me by surprise the next day by inviting me to mall with him. I was truly shocked. He bought me expensive new clothes and jewelry. And it wasn’t even Christmas yet!

“Michael? This jewelry is way to expensive!”

“Oh don’t worry about it. You deserve it.”

When we got home I had 8 full bags of clothes and jewelry. We stayed up late talking in Michael’s room. He had the whole basement to himself with his own bathroom and private entrance.

We had never been that close, as there were 5 years between us, and siblings grow apart as they get older. But I felt so comforted by him. The sweet way he talked to me and looked at me. I could never remember my distant brother being so caring. I cried in his arms telling and confiding in him about horror the last 3 months had been.

“That’s horrible. They must be jealous of how beautiful you are.”

“Thanks.” I said still sobbing. “But you’re just saying that because you’re my brother.”

“Oh no. I mean it. You’re far prettier than any of those girls on MTV or in Hollywood.”

I would have thought he was joking but he looked at me with the most sincere and tender look I’d never seen in his eyes before. He was still holding me and wiped away my tears with a gentle caress.

“Can I sleep in your room tonight?” As soon as the words left my mouth I couldn’t believe I said them. But I didn’t want to leave my brother’s side. I felt so comforted and so safe in his arms. It was like the whole awful world didn’t exist outside my brother’s room. Even more surprisingly he agreed.

A minute later he very nervously asked, “Don’t I get a goodnight kiss?” We moved to kiss each other on the lips. It was brief but very special. That night I slept better than I had in years, comforted by my brother’s loving arms.

My brother and I had fallen asleep with our clothes still on. It had been such a wonderful night I said, “Thank you so much Michael. You’re the best brother in the world. If there’s anything I can do for you—”

“Anything?”

“Sure, anything.” I answered.

“Can I watch you take a shower?”

“What?”

“You said, ‘anything.'”

I was paralyzed. Why would my own brother want to see me take a shower? I didn’t know how to answer. But I had said, “anything.”

“Well I guess so.” Since my brother had his own private living area there was no danger of our parents walking in. Otherwise we’d both be grounded for life.

I was nervous but at the same time flattered that my brother wanted to see me naked. I undressed and started to shower with my face to the faucet and my brother to my back. I couldn’t work up the courage to look at him but I imagined a smile ear to ear on his face.

How long I stood there naked in the warm water I’ll never know. If was if I was waiting for something. I found out what that something was when I felt my brother’s hand caress my back. I worked up the courage to turn around and look at him. He was naked too.

My brother kissed me on the lips passionately and we began caressing each other in a way the made my blood run fast. He tenderly graced by face, back and breasts massaging them gently. My hands were devilishly curious as well. The only part of my brother’s body I wanted to touch was his enormous erect manhood I spotted between my large breasts.

Caught up in passion I didn’t think about anything else. The fact that Michael was my stepbrother since I was 3 years old never entered my mind.

Michael took me by the hands and showed me the right way to stroke his organ. The stroking seemed to drive him insane. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his lungs looked like they would burst out of his chest. I looked down curiously waiting for his manhood to explode. When it did it was in long streaming bursts. I still held it in my hand staring curiously. My brother answered my silent question. “It’s OK. You can taste it. Go on.” I still hesitated but worked up the nerv to taste the delicious semen. My brother seemed very pleased watching me lick the sperm off my fingers.

That day we went back to the mall. My brother bought me a new sexy mini dress so we could go clubbing.

The nightclubs were incredible. No one carded me. They just assumed I was over 21. And they assumed my brother and I were boyfriend and girlfriend. We were a big hit. Everyone was looking at us cheering as we danced. Several older men came up to give us their business cards. “Your girl’s really hot. Do you to make any videos?”

“No.”

“We’ll you should. You could make a lot of money. Give me a call when you change your minds.”

That night I didn’t even have to ask if I could sleep in my brother’s room. I sat down on his bed and he started to undress me. As if I had to spoil the magic I asked, “Michael? We’ve always just been brother and sister. Why all of a sudden have we fallen in love.”

“Oh Heather. You’re so beautiful. I must admit I have a fetish for large breasts. Their not ugly. They’re gorgeous. You’re gorgeous.” He undid my bra and started to massage them and then kiss them lovingly.

“Oh Michael. I’m still a virgin.”

“It’s OK Heather. I love you.”

We started kissing and he undressed himself in an instant. I was trembling terribly as we started to make love. But my brother was very gentle and tender. He lay over me and we practically choked each other with our tongues. Our breathing became heavier and heavier until I felt like I was going to die. Now I know why Shakespeare called an orgasm “dying.”

Just as I was about to faint from pleasure my brother moved off of me and positioned himself over my face so when he ejaculated I could taste his sweet semen. Like a kitten I licked the sperm off of my hands.

We cuddled giggling wrapped in each other’s arms until sleep overtook us. I was safe with him. Unlike a selfish boyfriend my brother could never leave me. Never hate me. And would always protect me like a brother should. He would always love me in a way no slutty gold digging girlfriend ever could.

When we awoke staring lovingly into our eyes it all seemed like some dream that was too wonderful to be true. My brother and I coupled every night and every morning until the end of vacation and our dream ended. But I had been awakened with a love for life I’d never known.

My brother went back to school. I had boyfriends. He had girlfriends. We both grew up. He got married and had a family and so did I. But as long as we lived we always looked at each other with a special smile remembering the wonderful Christmas when I gave my brother my virginity and he’d accepted. He gave me the love and encouragement to face life. And I gave him the fulfillment of all the impossible fantasies that consume a young man’s mind.

The End

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