Mart 29, 2024

Hannah and I

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This story is complete fiction, just a collection of ideas that turn me on. This is my first ever story, so any criticisms are hoped for, preferably constructive ones… There is a lot of build in this, as that’s what turns me on. Hannah and IOnce upon a time, not so long ago, I was an innocent young man named Matt. Of course, I’m still called Matt, but such a lot has changed since then I feel like a new person. Growing up in a small British town, my view of the world was stunted at best. I lived with my family, Dad, Mum, Sister and younger Brother in a small detached house in a quite suburban area. We had a nice big garden, four bedrooms, plenty of space for us all to live out our lives. Not that we needed space, we had all always been close, able to share a laugh and sit down to a meal without a tantrum or argument ruining the peace. My Mum and Dad worked at the local grocers which they had inherited from an uncle years before. They made a tidy living, and my Dad had sold two books about gardening on the side for cash when needed, such as after the unintended birth of my brother. My brother Jack was thirteen at this time, enormously gobby, and spent a lot of his time out with his local mates, riding bikes, playing x-box and no doubt causing mild trouble. Mum always said if he did anything wrong to anyone while out she’d beat six shades of snot out of him, but if he hurt himself she’d go the whole hog and murder him. This had always seemed a little self defeating to me, and usually made Dad piss himself with silent laughter, but it wasn’t me she was threatening and as of yet he hadn’t done any serious damage. My sister, Hannah, on the other hand, was much quieter. She was a keen netball player and had captained the school upper year’s team for years. She was seventeen at the time, and had seriously flourished in the space of six months. She often used to take stick at school for her height and chest which was totally flat until she hit sixteen. She had often come home in tears and in need of comforting and was still very touchy about her appearance. She shouldn’t have been. Looking at her, I couldn’t fault her in any way. Standing at five foot seven with medium sized breasts, long smooth legs rising to a pert bum and curvy hips she could have been an angel. Her flawless tanned skin from hours spent at the netball pitch glowed with an inner radiance, and her dirty blond wavy hair cut down to her shoulders in flowing glorious style. Her petite face was youthful with a little button nose surrounded by freckles, big green eyes and a small mouth. I had once or twice speculated about what the parts of her I hadn’t seen since childhood bath-time might have matured to, but never really given it any consideration. She was my sister after all. Still, even with all this she had never had a boyfriend and as far as I new wasn’t really aware of guys; she just consumed her sport. Netball was her forte but she was prolific at swimming, running, hockey, gymnastics… you name it, she could probably do it. I stood six feet tall, eighteen years of age, very slim despite my Mum’s best efforts to fatten me up, with an open face and dark brown short hair. I had a lot of friends at school as I was a naturally friendly person. I didn’t worry about what people thought of me as long as they liked me, so I was nice to everyone, but this did have one draw back. Because I was so desperate to not make everyone think highly of me, I wasn’t confident. Not wanting people to judge me meant I wasn’t confident to let known my true feelings. I wasn’t capable of flirting as I couldn’t help worrying that the girl might think unkindly of me, and I often put girls who expressed an interest off because I didn’t want them to learn my inexperience or get hurt. This all added up to a vicious withdrawal from the female gender. Don’t şişli escort bayan get me wrong, I was attracted to many girls in my year, and often watched porn when I had the house free, but somehow I just couldn’t find the girl I could trust completely to let my inhibitions go and just let it all out. But the future is always bright. Having finished my A-levels, I was on study leave still until the summer holidays kicked in for everyone else. My brother was still at school much to his disgust, and my sister was just working her way up to her last AS exam on the Wednesday of that week, Biology I think. On that bright sunny Monday morning, I awoke to birdsong. My window had been opened, probably by my Mum before she headed to open the shop, but the room was still sweltering and my sheets were all soaked. Grumbling and groaning, I stumbled out of my room clad in boxers and still struggling to see in the sudden brightness to get in the shower. As I was cutting towards the bathroom, my sister came out of her room carrying an armful of books and notes, and smiled brightly at me, taking in all of my semi-naked sweaty glory. I wasn’t particularly ashamed, as though as a family we never walked around the house naked it was quite usual to be half clothed, especially in the current scorching climate. ‘Morning’ she called, ‘I see you’re an early riser!’ Muttering a good morning back, I went into the bathroom and shut the door. Only then did the full connotations of what she had meant hit me. Looking down, I had awoken with a raging hard on, and hadn’t thought to check before stumbling out. I blushed deep red at the thought of my sister making puns about my cock and quickly became limp with embarrassment. Putting these thoughts out of my head, I grabbed a shower, threw on some clean pants and shorts and headed downstairs to get breakfast, despite it being almost midday. While gorging on cornflakes and sugar, my sister appeared downstairs. ‘Sorry you had to see that earlier’ I mumbled into my bowl, brushing bright red again. ‘It’s alright, I understand you are a young male full of hormones such as testosterone, which promotes growth of the male genital region among other uses.’ ‘Wuh?’ was all I could manage. ‘Biology revision silly, I have the exam in two days!’ ‘Oh right, yeah, I’m afraid I dropped that in favour of more useful things’ I said. ‘More useful things? I just explained your boner and all you can tell me about is rocks and rivers and stuff!’ I struggled to reply to this as I couldn’t believe my innocent little sister was taking about my ‘boner’ as if it was just something in one of the textbooks she was studying. Trying to change the subject, I offered my assistance in revision. I had work that day, but not until three. ‘That would be absolutely great pretty pretty please! If you’re not too busy…’ referring to my complete lack of anything to do with my time. ‘Yeah, I’m game; just call me when you need me’ ‘Thanks Matt.’ as my sister walked away to get a drink, I couldn’t help but notice her perfect little bum in her tight denim shorts. Dragging my attention away and silently cursing myself for being a pervert, I finished gobbling the cereal and headed to my room to sort my work uniform out, while I set up the ironing board I glanced out of the window into our garden. My sister was sat on one of the deck chairs wearing just the shorts, huge sunglasses and a skimpy t-shirt. I marveled at how blissfully unaware of her sexiness she was for a moment, and then got back to the ironing at hand. After ten minutes I heard Hannah calling up the stairs. ‘Will you please come give me a hand now?’ ‘Can we please do this indoors? I’m already boiling and we have air-con in here!’ I called back. There was no reply, but a minute later she came bounding upstairs with a tray of lemonade mecidiyeköy escort bayan and ice and a textbook under her arm and a huge grin plastered on her face. ‘What’re you so happy about?’ I enquired. ‘Just think I’m pretty much ready for this exam. Still would really appreciate the help though if you’re free…’ ‘It’s no problem’ I said ‘but where do you want to be?’ ‘My room?’ I nodded and we headed in. I collapsed across Hannah’s bed while she perched the drinks on her bedside table and flicked to the page she wanted testing on. ‘Will you ask me this bit please?’ Still lying on the bed I groaned loudly and rolled around like I was in pain at the idea. Hannah burst into giggles and then started poking me sharply all over. When she got a good one in my ribs I flailed like crazy and my right foot struck the drinks tray, sending ice and lemonade in a fountain all over Hannah. She gasped loudly, and there was a huge awkward silence full of her dripping and me trying to ignore the view of her bra through her wet top. Then we both looked at each other and burst into hysterics. When we had calmed a little, she stood up. ‘I’m gonna change out of these, turn around will you?’ ‘Do you not want me to leave for a minute?’ I asked uncertainly. ‘I trust you to be a gentleman’ she beamed. I turned my back on her as she searched her wardrobe for a clean T-shirt and shorts With my back turned I focused on the assorted things on her bedroom floor; clothes, teddies, hair straighteners, while behind me I heard the rumpling of her stripping off her sopping top and loosening the fly on her shorts. After about twenty unbearable seconds, my instincts reacted before I could think and I turned around to look. My sister had her back to me, but was completely naked save her bra and flip flops. I quickly flicked around hoping she hadn’t heard me turn, while the image of her smooth tanned legs, sloping back and perky bum cheeks seared across my memory. My cock quickly jumped to attention and I shifted onto my side so that the erection would be less noticeable. In that one burning, accidental instant my image of Hannah had been flipped. I had never looked at her in a sexual way at all while growing up together, even when my interest in girls flourished and I started quietly knocking one out whenever possibly. She had always been my sister, like a friend in a way, always there in a comforting sense. In that flash of exposed flesh, I saw my sister for what she really was. A beautiful, sexy, sweet young woman, someone I could love and who could love me back, and all my brain cells instantly stood up and hollered that they wanted a piece of that right NOW, some of them being very clear just which piece they wanted… Forcing this out of my head with all my will, I acted as casual as possible, and waited. After another thirty seconds, Hannah said I could look and I turned back to see her in an almost identical set of clothes, mopping lemonade off her neck and face with a towel. ‘Sorry about that, I’ll get some more drinks in a minute,’ I said. ‘Don’t be stupid, I was sweating through those clothes anyway.’ she replied, ‘and you were a good boy and didn’t look while I changed.’ I could have been wrong, but I thought I sensed a small tint of disappointment in the last statement. ‘I thought girls didn’t sweat, they glowed?’ I retorted, ‘You should have a feel of me after I’ve played a game of netball then!’ she retaliated. A sudden strong image of her arse leapt into the front of my mind, and I briefly imagined running my hands over her before I snapped back to reality and mentally shook myself. ‘No thanks,’ I stammered through my dry mouth, ‘I don’t think I could stand the smell.’ She smacked me playfully on the arm (but still pretty hard, enough to sting, all those hours of training hadn’t been escort şişli wasted) and then handed me the textbook. We spent the next half hour in a blur, with me mindlessly asking her questions and her answering them all pretty much flawlessly, while I tried to keep my eyes off her legs. After a while I said I had to go to work and headed out of the room. ‘Thanks!’ she called after me, ‘If I need more help I’ll holler!’ I folded my work uniform into my bag and set off. The next seven hours were spent in a daze, stacking shelves and carrying boxes. The whole while I couldn’t stop worrying thoughts about my sister, about Hannah, travelling around and around my head. By the time I finished the internal reciprocating conversation off by telling myself what I wanted and lusted after so strongly was just plain wrong, another treacherous part of my brain would flash Hannah’s smile, or her hair, or her flawless skin into my mind and I’d spend the next five minutes silently cursing my teen hormones, trying to mask a hard on and still complete what could be called a decent amount of work so as not to risk being fired. By the time I walked home at ten I was exhausted, and when I snuck in I just grabbed a glass of milk and headed to bed without talking to anyone. I awoke at three in the morning, sweating profusely again, with my stomach informing me I hadn’t eaten in over twelve hours loudly. I fell out of bed, slipped on a t-shirt and headed downstairs. After eating a night time meal of a jam sandwich, I headed back up with my hunger satisfied. As I passed my sisters door, my mind informed me that I HAD to look, and before I could think better I turned the handle and snuck in as quietly as possible. Lying before me was an incredible sight. During the heat of the night, Hannah had shucked her bed clothes and was lying on her side facing me wearing nothing but panties and a shirt. The loose shirt meant all of her top half lost form and I couldn’t make that out, but I could see all the way up her sleek legs. She had a faint smile playing across her lips, which enticed me something wicked, wondering what she was dreaming bout; hoping it was me, knowing it wasn’t. Kneeling next to her, I trailed my fingertips up her smooth legs until I reached her thighs, at which point she shifted in her sleep and I pulled back quickly… leaving the room with a lot on my mind. Back in my room I lay on top of my duvet trying to wrangle some sense out of my feelings. I discovered I was totally powerless over the feelings flowing through me, that I was slowly falling for my sister, both in lust and love, and that there was no way to stop it. The only argument I had was ‘she’s my sister, that’s not normal, what would Mum and Dad think, what would people say’ but the next thought was always ‘I don’t care’. I wanted her, and that was that. I had felt similar things for girls before at school, a sense of need and hope, but they had never come to anything through my inefficiency with woman… finally I slept after jerking myself to a huge orgasm over porn on the internet, trying not to fantasize I was the man and my sister was the women in all the videos. My sleep was deep, and it was full of dreams of Hannah, of her skin, speculations on how she would taste and feel… Next morning I suffered a little déjà vu, awaking with the birds singing to me and the room boiling. This time however, I waited in my room for five minutes until I could persuade my erection to die down. After this I went to grab a shower, and coming out there was still no sign of my sister. After eating breakfast I headed into the garden to look for her but there was still no sign. After checking the fridge whiteboard for a note, which we always left if we were going out and no-one new, and finding no note there, I headed back upstairs to get my phone and drop her a text. Walking past my sister’s room I heard gentle sobbing, and so headed in to see if it was Hannah. When I opened the door the sobbing abruptly stopped. She was sat by her desk with her back to me, and I walked to her, covering the room in three steps, and put my arms around…

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