A Sibling Love Story - Sex Stories

A Sibling Love Story

... was beautiful before she had transcended to a whole new level of beauty. The only word that could remotely do her justice was stunning. A part of me, undeniably, lusted for her. Perfection was so close to me, yet completely out of my reach. The only word out of my mouth was "Wow!!!" with an infinity of exclamation marks. I felt my cock uncontrollably salute her radiant beauty. Her facial expression and response was so Jayda, her insecurity on her sleeve, "Really?" "You look like you are ready for the red carpet," I complimented, her hair down which somehow enhanced her beauty even more, I couldn't remember the last time I saw her without her hair in a ponytail, a bun or pigtails. Her almost white blonde hair also seemed to bring extra attention to her blue as the ocean eyes, as did the slight make-up she was wearing. It seemed to me, she literally glowed. Lastly, she was wearing red lipstick that made her luscious lips stand out and my dirty mind instantly imagined them wrapped around my cock. I quickly tried to squelch the naughty thoughts that my typical man brain brought to life against my will. "Don’t tease me," she replied, clearly not believing me, still somehow insecure. Trying to prove my sincerity, I pointed out the obvious, "Jayda if you were not my sister I would hit on you relentlessly." Her red dress was classy and yet fit her curves with such smoothness it was as if the dress was a second layer of skin. The dress held her firm breasts perfectly and showed just ...

... enough cleavage it would hypnotize any man. "As if," she said, turning sideways to look in the mirror. A grimace on her face had her seeing some imaginary flaw that girls always seemed to see in themselves. From this new angle I could see every curve of her body like a silhouette. Besides her breasts that stood out even more, her ass curved perfectly, elevating her perfection to an 11 out of 10. It was clear that God had finally perfected geometry and biology with my sister. "I am serious, Jayda. You are a very pretty woman." I considered all the bitches from high school who were pretty outside and how the way they treated people made them ugly to me, but in Jayda her insides were just as pure and beautiful as her outside. She turned to me, looking so perfect and vulnerable, and asked, her tone full of insecurity, yet a slight smile on her face now, "Do you really think so?" "I know so," I smiled warmly, looking down at her legs in tan pantyhose, her toes painted red to match her dress, standing out. My cock ached to be released, the sight of her pantyhose feet impossible to ignore. I imagined rubbing her feet with my hands, I imagined sucking each of her toes in those silk stockings, and I imagined her stocking-clad feet moving up and down on my raging hard-on. I added, my voice sincere, my intent still pure, regardless of a growing hunger down below and in my horny mind, "Jayda, you are a very beautiful woman and any man would be honored to be with you." Her cheeks blushed ...