A Striking Resemblance

He couldn't stand, so Jacob reached up and took both my hands in his. I felt a jolt of an almost electric charge shoot through my entire body at his touch. I was so dizzied and overwhelmed by the feeling that I allowed myself to be pulled down, until I was sitting right across from him, looking into those eyes of his again.

"'Stasia, I'm trying to tell you that I love you. I know you're my sister. Why else would I go to all the trouble of finding a woman who's just like you, minus the unfortunate genetic connection?" He smiled wryly, but his eyes were as serious as can be. "I want to be with YOU. I've wanted it as long as I can remember. But I know society would never accept it. And I didn't think you would, either. I used to fantasize that maybe I could try to talk you into it. Maybe we could move someplace where no one knows us, or knows that we're related. But how could I do that to Mom and Dad, or to Grandpa and Nana? How could I live in secret all my life? They'd never accept it either. So I did the next best thing. But I still want YOU, 'Stasia. And I always have." He pulled me closer, drawing me in with one of his big hands cupped on my face, making our lips meet again, softly. Sensually. "Can't I have you, please? Just for one night?" he whispered in my ear, sending shivers like I've never felt before racing down my spine until they reached my nether regions and I could feel myself starting to tremble and shiver and dampen even as my head spun again. "We don't ever have to tell anyone . . . but just once, I want the genuine article. Everyone else is just a copy. And I love you so fucking much."

I laughed again, how could I help myself? The situation was absurd! And the way he said that, I don't know — it was so honest and sincere, but so typically Jacob, too. I loved him as much as he loved me, even if I didn't love him in quite the same way that he loved me. But really, I had never thought about it before. Was it so wrong? We were only half brother and sister, after all. And who could think straight about anything with Jacob kissing her as if the world were about to end? He was lying back now, pulling me down on top of him. Beneath us was a dusty little nest of sleeping bags that he and his friends used to use for all-night camp-outs in the back yard. He clumsily spread them out around us with one hand, seemingly unwilling to completely separate himself from me in order to do the task. And as for me, I kept on kissing him. I didn't stop even when I felt his unmistakable arousal against my thigh, even though I knew what he wanted and I knew what would happen, soon, unless I stopped it.

But I didn't stop it. I couldn't. I couldn't let myself let him go. Not just because I loved him or because I had always given him everything he asked me for. Because suddenly I just WANTED him. More than any man I'd ever been with, I wanted Jacob so bad it hurt.

"You can have me," I whispered at last. "I love you too, honey. You know that. So you can have me, if you want me."

I was rewarded immediately by a ten-fold increase in the passion of his kisses. He suddenly crushed me to him with his muscled arms, well developed since he joined the crew team at his school. He flipped me beneath him in one surprisingly smooth motion and thrust his tongue into my mouth, beckoning mine into his own and reaching down to where my dress was slowly rising higher and higher on my thighs. He pressed his index finger into the moist fabric of my panties, and I gasped at the sensation that this simple contact created. He grinned again at me in the dim light, then lowered his face to kiss my neck, moaning softly as his lithe fingers began to push down the thin straps of my dress. My white strapless bra was soon revealed to him, and he carefully, almost reverently, took each breast out of its encasement, handling them like they were precious gems. I watched his hands on me with a sense of growing excitement. The alchemy of it all was intoxicating, even more so than the wine or even the brandy had been. Seeing his hands and my pale breasts and knowing they were my own baby brother's hands, knowing how much he wanted me and feeling how much I wanted him in return . . . I felt as if I could cum just from the forbidden danger and taboo pleasure of it all, especially with the house so close and his mother and his girlfriend and our Daddy lying asleep right inside.

Jacob lowered his mouth to my breasts with a sigh of ecstasy and when I felt his tongue begin to caress one rosy nipple I couldn't help the moan that escaped my own lips. I bit them to keep from crying out too loudly, and my head was still reeling. "Jacob, Jacob," I chanted softly. I couldn't help but say his name. I had always loved his name.

"Anastasia," he whispered back breathing with every syllable, and brought his mouth to mine again. I sat up slightly, reaching for his shirt and breaking away from him only long enough to yank it off of him. His skin underneath it was luminous and smooth, almost hairless. His abdomen was almost chiseled into the kind of "six-pack" that I thought only existed on male models in shaving commercials.

"Jesus, you must have been driving the girls at school insane," I said suddenly. "I bet there wasn't a bottle of red hair dye left at any store near the campus."

It was Jacob's turn to laugh. "You're crazy," he replied. "Besides I did all this for you. Every time I went to the gym, I thought how great it would be if this ever really happened instead of me just dreaming about it. I didn't want you to think of me as just some scrawny teenager. I want this to be the best you ever have. I want to make you cum again and again. I've been learning . . ."

He reached behind me to unzip my dress and unclasp my bra. I stood and let the dress fall to the wooden floor, and my bra quickly followed it, leaving me just standing there in panties and high heels. Jacob gasped as he stared at me, and then he quickly reached over to turn off the lantern, leaving me bathed only in the light of a quarter moon. He got to his knees, kneeling at my feet almost reverently as if I was some statue of a goddess and he was in prayer.

I bent forward, feeling more carnal and sexual than I ever had in my life, despite my broad range of various experience. He looked up as he felt me come closer, and our lips met again in midair, and we kissed one another for what seemed like an age, until I couldn't wait any longer. Until I had to have him and nothing else mattered.

This time it was me pushing him back against the old sleeping bags, and I understood then that Jacob had been waiting for this signal from me. He wanted to be sure of me before he took it any farther. So I was the one escalating things now, eagerly slipping out of my white cotton panties and unzipping his trousers for him too. I might have worn something more "sexy" if I had known this was going to happen, I thought ruefully. But somehow this felt right. No expensive silk lingerie, no cushy hotel room. Maybe those things would come later. But for this first time we were almost like two kids in that tree house, and there was something so simple and so right about it that our discovery of one another was almost innocent in its eager sensuality.

But there was nothing innocent about Jacob's cock, once I'd freed it from his clothing. He had definitely grown since the days I helped with diaper duty. He had to be at least nine inches long, and the girth was there too. He smiled down at me when he saw me looking at it in wonder. "My what a big dick you have," I said in my best Little Red Riding Hood impression. The story had been a favorite of his to have me read to him as a child because of how I acted out all the parts.

Jacob smiled down at me, but didn't laugh this time. Something serious had entered his eyes. He gently pushed me back and began kissing my breasts again, but this time he trailed his kisses down my body, taking his time to let his teeth and tongue roam freely, tasting everything from my belly button to my fingertips before he finally reached my trembling cunt. His tongue teased my labial folds as his hands pushed my thighs apart to give him more space, and I lifted my hips to accommodate him. His tongue entered me in a sudden eager thrust, and I couldn't help but cry out, grateful for the distance between the house and the tree house. He made circular motions with it, then found my clit and seemed to inhale it. I felt tears come to my eyes, it felt so amazing. "Yes, yes! Oh my God . . . Jacob, yes. It's so good. It's soooo good." I barely knew what was coming out of my mouth in those exalted moments. I was in another world entirely, and it felt as if years were passing in minutes. Jacob shoved my thighs even father apart and began to really drill his tongue into my drenched pussy, and I could feel my climax building, cresting like a tidal wave miles out from shore, getting stronger and stronger as it rushed forward. Two of his fingers suddenly joined his tongue, and then it was all over for me. "Oh God, yes! Jacob, don't stop! Oh my God, I'm cumming! I cumming now!" One of my hands buried itself in his golden hair, pressing his head and his face and especially his tongue even deeper into my vagina. His free hand found mine and we held on to each other as I bucked and shook with the force of the orgasm.

"Oh my God, you taste just like I always knew you would," he said as he came up to lie beside me as I panted, feeling the cool wind on my sweat-soaked body and trying to come back to my senses. He kissed me again, and I could taste myself all over him. He was right, I tasted great. Or maybe he did. He cradled me to him as I trembled like a leaf, and I felt his hardness against me again. I wrapped my hand around it, and he groaned.

"Time to return the favor," I whispered slyly as I kissed him again. Then I climbed on top of him, following a similar pattern with my lips down to his rigid, rock-hard cock. But I couldn't stand to wait as long as he had. Within seconds, my mouth was engulfing his cock head, and Jacob gasped and leaned back with his eyes closed, as if unable to believe that this was really happening. I wasn't sure if I could truly be the best he'd ever had, but I intended to give it my best shot. I worked up as much saliva as I could and brought the head of his dick into my cheek so that he could see the bulge it made once he opened his eyes again, watching me in fascination. I let my lips tighten around the stiff rod, forming the kind of tight, sphincter-like tunnel that I know men prefer. I bobbed my head up and down on his dick, gradually taking it in deeper and deeper until all nine inches were down my throat and my lips were kissing his balls.

"Oh Jesus, 'Stasia . . . I love it. I love you. Thank you so much," Jacob gasped at various intervals as his dick made its way deep into my willing throat. When I needed a break, I took my mouth off of it and licked him all around the outside of his shaft, or took his balls into my mouth and made him almost squeal with surprise and pleasure. His face began to look foggy and blissed-out, so I knew what was cumming soon. I quickly sucked him down into my throat again, and began to hum lightly so that the combination of the vibrations and the pressure from my lips and throat would bring him to the fullest climax possible. I wanted to taste my baby brother's baby batter. The idea and the words made me want to laugh, but even I couldn't laugh with nine inches of hard cock shoved down my esophagus.

I didn't have to wait long. Sure enough, he shouted "Oh God, I'm cumming! I'm cumming 'Stasia. Are you sure?" I barely even had time to nod before a torrent of warm jizz was flying out of his penis, coating my mouth and throat in a viscous, creamy layer. I moved my mouth away as some of it spilled down my lips because I wanted him to see it before I swallowed it all down. He just stared at me for a moment before roughly pulling me to him again, and kissing me with a passion and fury that startled me, even after everything we had just done. I barely had time to swallow all that splooge before he had his tongue in my mouth again, turning me over beneath him again and kissing me for what felt like hours. When he finally broke away for the sake of breathing, he gasped, "'Stasia, I love you so much. Jesus, I love you . . . please don't let this be the only time, please. I was lying before. I couldn't stand it if this was the only night. Say it's not, please say it's not."

I had never denied him anything he wanted, whether it was the last hit from the bong or a ride to little league practice. How could I start now? I nodded silently, looking into his eyes. I felt him rising against me, hard again already. "Jacob, I want you inside of me," I said out loud. No coy whispers. No kiddie games. "I love you too. Do it now. Make love to me."

He almost looked as if he wanted to cry, but he managed to hold himself back. "Thank you," he whispered, his face radiant with happiness. Our lips met as we kissed with our eyes open, each wanting to see the expression in the other one's eyes when the moment arrived. He shifted himself directly on top of me and used one hand to guide himself in. I sighed almost with relief when I felt him slip into me, feeling almost as if I had been holding my breath the entire time we'd been up in the tree house, waiting for this to happen. He slowly pushed himself inside me to his full length and I moaned as I felt him enter me, until his balls were pressed up against the curve leading to my ass. I rocked my hips and he pulled out, then came back again, and we moved with such a natural rhythm that it was almost as if we'd done this a million times before. I spread my legs wider so that he could get in even deeper, and cried out as my breasts swung in the moonlight in time to our gyrations.

Since he'd already come so hard such a short time ago, he was able to keep it up for what felt like hours. I sighed with delight as he followed my subtle movements to a new position, letting me turn on my side as he got behind me. I put one leg in the air and he thrust his cock into me from behind, using one had to play with my clit and the other to squeeze my nipples as he fucked me even faster than before. "Yes! Yes!" were the only words I was even capable of uttering, in between exclamations of his name. I felt another orgasm coming, even bigger than the first, which barely seemed possible. I felt as if the force of it would break me in two — or was that just Jacob's massive dick?

He turned me around as he felt my body shaking. "I want to look at you while you cum," he said and he watched my face as it built in me, though he couldn't resist kissing me too. It was hard to do with my mouth open in a scream of joyful, ecstatic surrender, but somehow he managed. And when his own climax came we rode that tidal wave together as the hot burst of his cum almost seemed to come to life inside me and he kissed me until we both lost consciousness out there under the leaves and the stars.

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That was two years ago. Jacob and Abigail broke up soon after Thanksgiving. She thought it was all just "too weird" and he admitted that it was she who ended the relationship. But we had more fun at Christmas without her. I did make that trip out to see him, at long last, the following February. But I stayed in a hotel. He had roommates, and he wasn't sure how many people Abigail had told the story to, or how far it might have spread. He had never showed any of his friends photos of his sister, but it was obvious when a few of them met me that a thing for redheads must "run in his family" as one guy put it. Luckily since she was a transfer student, Abigail didn't know enough people to do Jacob's reputation any harm, and within a few more months he was done anyway. He did really well in school and had his pick of offers. He was so young and had the world in his pocket. So I tried to talk Jacob out of a long term relationship with me, but I couldn't help giving in to what he said he wanted, as usual. I wanted him too, after all.

So after he graduated, we did just what he said he'd always wanted to do — moved to another place, where no one knew us. We met in the middle. I got a transfer from my job to our office in Chicago, telling my family that it was something the company mandated instead of admitting that I requested it. And Jacob decided to go to the University of Chicago for law school. It's an expensive city, so there's nothing more natural in the world than that he should move in with his big sister to help defray the cost of rent while he's in school. Our last name is a common one, and we don't look that much alike except for the eyes, so we've felt fairly safe so far. Of course, we still haven't told our parents the truth. That is one of many big issues we'll have to deal with in the future, but for now we are just trying to stay focused on each other — our relationship, and our love. After all, I've never loved anyone as much as I love Jacob. I realized when I was packing up all my things for the move to Chicago and I found a bunch of old pictures, that most of my boyfriends over the years have had blue eyes that crinkle at the corners, wavy golden-brown hair and a very distinctive laugh.

All in all, it's a fairly odd coincidence how striking a resemblance they bear to my beautiful baby brother.