Date:          November 2003
Title:         Angelique and I
Author:        Jeroen Verbeek, Copyright (C) 2003. All rights reserved.

Summary:       As we end up in the shower together, my drunken sister and I 
               break a major taboo.

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Angelique and I


When this all happened I was just eighteen and in the prime of life. It was 
a hot summer day in August and my two-year-older sister Angelique was out 
in a blue bikini. Angelique is not my sister's real name, I will use 
`Angelique` to protect her and my identity. But anyway, she was carrying a 
pitcher of martinis that she set on the table next to the lounge. Then she 
slipped her bikini top off without even thinking of asking me if I minded. 
And sipping her martini, she gave me a provocative smile above her glass.
     One of the benefits of where we live is that our backyard is fairly 
secluded. I knew my sister liked to sunbathe in the nude, but this was the 
first time she actually did in my presence. If she hadn't been my sister, I 
would have been tempted to whistle in admiration. Her pear-shaped breasts 
were full and well developed: the upper curves softly sensuous; the lower 
curves ponderous erotic. Suddenly aware that I was staring at her, I turned 
my eyes away from her voluptuous body and tried to hide the blush on my 
cheeks.

Later that afternoon I watched some scene of an old-fashioned adventure 
movie as Angelique entered the living room.
     "It's pretty hot outside," she said, sitting next to me on the couch.
     The lingering fragrance of alcohol on her breath greeted me and I 
could see she was already a little bit tipsy. When she moved closer I 
detected that longing gaze in her eyes.
     "You're my little brother," she continued, her voice growing husky. 
"Do you like your older sister?"
     Of course I liked her. Stupid question. Naturally my sister, being the 
most attractive female in my vicinity, was my first point of interest. Now, 
with her sitting topless next to me, she fueled more than a few of my 
fantasies.
     "I like you very much," I answered her rhetorical question.
     "Do you also like my boobies?" she asked and jiggled her boys with 
both hands.
     I shook my head and grinned. In response she started to punch me 
lightly in the stomach, and made a game out of it. For some reason she was 
enjoying this and at that moment I was sure it was just a little innocent 
grabbing and poking. I thought I knew my sister, having grown up with her 
and having spent so many hours together. She was always doing little things 
like giving me a wink and a sexy smile as she closed the bathroom door to 
take a shower. Or running around the house in just pajamas tops when our 
folks weren't home. But this time I was wrong, and I guess that was the 
start of everything.
     Angelique suddenly shoved me and rolled me over, moving on top of me 
with a yell of triumph. I was a little stunned. I could smell the alcohol 
on her breath, but I could also smell the intoxicating scent of the perfume 
she had on. Her face was flushed, and I didn't know whether her look was 
just a smile or an impish smirk. My manhood woke instantly and I had a hard 
time hiding the bulge in my pants. God, was I going crazy, or was my own 
sister making me horny?
     "Let me see what we have here," she cooed. Then, in one smooth motion, 
she rose up, leaned over and reached for the zipper of my cut off jeans.
     Her motion caught me entirely off guard. I felt like I was on fire.
     Leaning forward slightly, I breathed, "What are you doing?"
     A million thoughts went through my head. What should I do? Needless to 
say, I was a little shocked. I never thought of my sister like that. Should 
I really take advantage of her voluptuous behavior?
     "I'm looking for a fiery friend to play with," she giggled, her hands 
fumbling at my belt. She must be out of her mind, I thought. I was getting 
angry, and again she teased me with an ample view of her breasts. I pressed 
my lips together to control flying into rage. She was driving me mad. We 
might do something that we both regret for the rest of or lives.
     "It's enough!" I cried out. "The party is over! Angrily, I pushed her 
aside and ran off upstairs to take a shower.

Ten minutes later I heard the bathroom door open and close over the sound 
of the shower. I slid the glass door open and got the shock of my life. 
Angelique was standing there in the doorway, stark naked. I swallowed hard. 
Too late to hide anywhere!
     "May I join you?" she asked, her eyes enflamed with lust.
     She didn't wait for me to find words or to invite her in, and just 
stepped into the main spray. With the biggest smile I had ever seen she 
reached for the body wash. After she squeezed a very generous hand full 
into her hand, she put the bottle down and ran the soapy mixture on her 
body. She started at her stomach and worked outward in a circle until she 
reached her firm breasts whose crimson tips pointed directly at me. I was 
no longer able to hide an incongruous erection. It uncontrollably stiffened 
under her gaze. I was afraid I was going to have an orgasm -- bang, just 
like that.
     "You're hard right now," she hissed softly like some video porn queen, 
her hand searching until she confirmed that undeniable fact. "I think we 
should pay some attention to this big guy."
     My eyes widened in disbelief. Her boiling breath showed a clear stream 
of vapor. I tried to dispel the heat of my blush at her indecent proposal. 
She began caressing Mr. Average, and before this stunning realization had 
time to really grab me, she started doing something that really blew my 
mind! 
     I can't believe I'm telling you this. That day, my sister and I broke 
a major taboo. Sometimes I still fear my sister's fantasy as it induces 
guilt and shame. Other times I welcome her feelings of sexual desire for 
their intensity and excitement. But most of the time I simply enjoy the 
memory of breaking a taboo that is broken more often than we would imagine 
between siblings.



The End




----- This work is copyright (C) Jeroen Verbeek, 2003, all rights reserved -----