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By IronKnucklesMike
How would you handle it if you were in love with your sister?
My name is Michael Falcone. I am deeply in love with my baby sister Britney. The trouble is, we can’t have a real relationship. The world frowns on things like that. So we have a physical relationship, which the world also frowns on. But what the world doesn’t know won’t kill them. It’s easier to get away with that than to be seen holding hands and kissing and being romantic. But that’s what I desire above all else. I LOVE my baby sister!
It was New Year’s Eve, and everyone was at the house, gathered around to drink and celebrate, and watch the ball drop that would herald in the new year. Despite all the goings-ons, I could not keep my eyes off of my sister.
The living room was alive with the sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, and the muffled thump of music from the Bluetooth speaker perched precariously on the coffee table. New Year’s Eve always brought out the best and worst in people. Some reveled in the moment, while others just drank to forget the year that had passed. As for me, I was stuck in a strange limbo, pretending to enjoy the chaos while keeping my eyes fixed on one person.
Britney.
She stood near the fireplace, drink in hand, her face lit up with that carefree smile I’d come to know too well. Her long, gorgeous black hair caught the flickering light like it was spun from the fire itself. She wasn’t doing anything extraordinary—just talking to Courtney and Ryan about their upcoming honeymoon—but I couldn’t stop watching her.
God, Mike, get it together. I forced myself to look away and take a swig of my beer, the bitter taste grounding me in reality. Britney was my sister, and I had no business looking at her like that. Even if my chest tightened every time she laughed or my mind wandered to places it shouldn’t.
“Hey, Mike,” a voice snapped me out of my thoughts. It was Dan, my roommate and the self-appointed host of tonight’s party. “You good, man? You’ve been zoning out for the past five minutes.”
I plastered on a grin. “Yeah, just thinking about how wild it is that another year’s gone by. Feels like yesterday we were setting up for last year’s party.”
Dan gave me a skeptical look but didn’t press further. He clapped me on the shoulder. “Well, don’t think too hard. Midnight’s coming up, and you know what they say—how you start the year sets the tone.”
I nodded, though the idea of a midnight kiss made my stomach twist into knots. The thought of Britney kissing someone else—hell, maybe even Ryan’s obnoxious cousin—gnawed at me more than I cared to admit.
“Hey, Mike!” Britney’s voice cut through the haze of my thoughts, bright and melodic as always. She was weaving her way through the crowd, her eyes sparkling with the excitement of the night. “You’re not hiding in a corner all night, are you?”
I chuckled, hoping it sounded natural. “Just pacing myself. Someone’s gotta keep an eye on Dan before he starts mixing tequila with champagne.”
She laughed, and it hit me like a punch to the gut. “Fair point. Someone has to play the responsible adult around here.”
“Exactly,” I said, feeling the tension ease slightly. When she was this close, it was easier to focus on our usual banter and not the unspoken feelings threatening to boil over.
“Come on, we’re playing ‘Two Truths and a Lie’ in the kitchen,” she said, grabbing my hand and pulling me along before I could protest.
Her touch was casual, friendly, but it sent a jolt through me all the same. I followed her willingly, though I had no intention of baring any truths tonight—not the ones that really mattered.
—
The game was predictably chaotic. People were terrible liars, and even worse at picking believable truths. Britney sat across from me at the table, her eyes flicking to mine every so often as the others shared their stories. When her turn came, she leaned forward, smirking mischievously.
“Okay, let’s see…” she began, her voice drawing everyone’s attention. “I once went bungee jumping off a bridge, I have a tattoo no one here knows about, and I’ve been in love with the same person since junior high.”
The group erupted into laughter and speculation, but I froze. My heart thudded against my ribcage like it was trying to escape. She said it so casually, like it was just part of the game, but I couldn’t help wondering if there was a kernel of truth buried in her words. Who was she talking about?
“Definitely the tattoo,” Dan declared. “You’re way too chicken for bungee jumping.”
“And the love thing?” Courtney teased. “Who is it, Brit? Spill.”
Britney just laughed, shaking her head. “Guess you’ll never know.”
Her eyes met mine for the briefest moment, and I felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. Was it my imagination, or was there something different in her gaze? I broke eye contact first, taking a long sip of my beer to mask my sudden discomfort.
—
By the time the countdown started, I was hanging on by a thread. Everyone was gathered in the living room again, cheering and toasting as the seconds ticked away. Britney was next to me, her shoulder brushing mine in the crowded space. I kept my gaze fixed on the TV screen, determined not to betray myself.
“Ten… nine… eight…” the group chanted.
I felt Britney shift closer, and my heart raced.
“Three… two…”
I couldn’t do this anymore.
“Britney,” I whispered, grabbing her hand. She turned to me, surprised.
“Mike?”
“Come with me.”
Without waiting for her reply, I pulled her through the crowd, weaving toward the hallway just off the living room. The noise and energy faded as we stepped out of sight. The distant countdown hit “one” as I turned to face her, my pulse hammering in my ears.
“Happy New Year,” I murmured, the words barely leaving my lips before I leaned in.
Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second, but then she met me halfway, her lips soft and warm against mine. For a moment, the world outside dissolved—no clinking glasses, no laughter, no judgment. Just her and me.
When we finally pulled back, she searched my face, her expression a mix of shock and something else I couldn’t quite place.
“Mike…” she began, but I shook my head, not ready for questions or explanations.
“Happy New Year,” I repeated, a faint smile tugging at my lips.
She smiled back, a little breathless, and the sight made my chest ache. I didn’t know what would happen next, but for now, this was enough. For now, it was perfect.
Britney and I lingered in the hallway for a beat longer, the faint sounds of cheering and music leaking through the walls. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted, and for a moment, I thought about pulling her close again. But the distant noise of clinking glasses and shouts of “Happy New Year!” reminded me that we had a room full of friends who’d notice if we stayed gone too long.
“We should get back,” I said softly, my voice steadier than I felt.
She nodded, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear. “Yeah, before they send a search party.”
With a deep breath, I cracked the door open and glanced toward the living room. Everyone was too caught up in their own celebrations to notice us. Perfect. I stepped out first, Britney close behind, and we melted seamlessly into the crowd.
—
The party carried on, the energy shifting to a more relaxed vibe as people nursed their drinks and traded stories about the past year. I found myself on the couch, pretending to listen to Ryan drone on about his honeymoon plans. My focus drifted back to Britney every chance it got. She was chatting with Courtney again, laughing at something ridiculous, as though nothing had happened.
How did she look so calm, so composed? Meanwhile, I could still feel the imprint of her lips on mine, a ghost of the moment we’d shared.
“You good, Mike?” Ryan asked, elbowing me lightly.
“Yeah,” I said quickly, realizing I’d been staring off into space. “Just tired. Long day.”
“Or maybe you’re just drunk,” Ryan teased, grinning.
“Maybe,” I replied, forcing a chuckle.
The hours ticked by, and one by one, the partygoers began trickling out. Courtney and Ryan were among the first to leave, both buzzing with excitement for their upcoming trip. Others followed, offering hugs and well-wishes for the new year. Dan, predictably, drank himself into oblivion and passed out on the couch, snoring loudly enough to drown out the music.
—
By the time the last guest left, it was just me, Britney, and Dan’s unconscious form sprawled on the couch. She stood by the front door, pulling on her coat, her movements slow and deliberate.
“Well,” she said, her voice soft, “this was a good party.”
“Yeah,” I replied, leaning against the doorway. My chest tightened as the moment stretched between us, unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.
She hesitated, her hand on the doorknob. “Mike… about earlier…”
I straightened, my heart thudding in anticipation. “Yeah?”
She turned to face me fully, her expression unreadable. “We should talk about it. Soon. I just…” She paused, her gaze flicking to the ground before meeting mine again. “I don’t want to ruin anything between us, you know?”
“You’re not going to ruin anything, Brit,” I said, my voice firmer than I expected. “But yeah. We’ll talk. Whenever you’re ready.”
A small smile curved her lips, and for the first time all night, I felt a flicker of hope. “Okay. Soon.”
She opened the door, stepping out into the cold night air. “Happy New Year, Mike.”
“Happy New Year,” I echoed, watching as she walked down the front steps and disappeared into the darkness.
Closing the door, I leaned against it for a moment, exhaling a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Dan’s snores filled the quiet house, but my mind was elsewhere, replaying the kiss, the look in Britney’s eyes, and the promise of what was to come.
Maybe, just maybe, this year would be different.
—
The house was still. Dan’s snores echoed faintly from the living room, but beyond that, everything was quiet. I flicked off the lights and trudged up the stairs, my mind a jumble of thoughts I couldn’t untangle.
The kiss. Britney. The way her lips felt against mine.
I couldn’t stop replaying it, no matter how much I told myself to get a grip. By the time I climbed into bed, I was both exhausted and restless, my chest tight with a strange mix of nervousness and exhilaration. I closed my eyes, hoping sleep would come quickly.
It didn’t.
—
In my dream, the world was soft, bathed in golden light that made everything feel warm and surreal. I stood in the middle of a sprawling meadow, the kind of place you only see in postcards or movies, with wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze. The air smelled like sunshine and something sweet, like Britney’s favorite perfume.
And there she was, standing a few feet away, her dress fluttering in the wind. She turned toward me, her smile brighter than the sun above us.
“Mike,” she said, her voice a melody that made my chest ache.
“Brit,” I replied, my feet moving before I realized it. I closed the distance between us, my hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from her face.
She didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into my touch, her eyes searching mine with a tenderness that made the world feel like it was holding its breath.
“Do you ever think about this?” she asked softly, her fingers lightly grazing mine.
“All the time,” I admitted.
She smiled, and then she was pulling me down, her lips meeting mine in a kiss that was soft and lingering, filled with all the things I’d been too scared to say. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer, and the world seemed to dissolve until there was nothing but her—her warmth, her scent, her love.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” she whispered against my lips, her breath warm and sweet.
“Me too,” I said, my voice thick with emotion.
She pulled back just enough to look at me, her eyes shining with something that made my knees weak. “Don’t wait anymore, Mike.”
—
I woke up with a start, the golden light of the dream replaced by the pale gray of early morning. My heart was racing, my skin tingling as if the dream had been real.
I sat up, rubbing a hand over my face, trying to shake off the lingering haze. But no matter how hard I tried, the memory of her touch, her kiss, her words stayed with me.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, the bright screen stinging my eyes. A notification sat at the top of the screen—a text from Britney.
“Had a great time last night. I can’t stop thinking about it. Talk with you later.”
My heart skipped a beat as I read the words again, then again, a smile tugging at my lips.
This year was already shaping up to be something special.
The glow from Britney’s text lingered with me as I stared at the screen, my heart thudding in my chest. I could still feel the warmth of her lips from last night and hear the softness in her voice as she’d said we’d talk. This was my chance to respond, but I didn’t want to overthink it. I typed out a message and hit send before I could second-guess myself:
“I can’t stop thinking about it either. Last night was… amazing. Let me know when you’re free to talk.”
Setting the phone aside, I tried to distract myself with mundane things—cleaning up the mess from the party, checking on Dan, who was still knocked out like a rock on the couch. But every time my phone buzzed, my stomach twisted, hoping it was her.
—
The day crawled by, and as the sun sank lower in the sky, my anticipation grew heavier. I tried not to read too much into the silence, convincing myself that she was probably busy or needed time to think. Still, doubt crept in.
It was almost 7 PM when I heard the faint sound of a knock at the door. My pulse quickened.
When I opened it, there she was. Britney stood on the porch, bundled in a soft gray coat, her cheeks flushed from the cold. Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, neither of us spoke.
“Hey,” she finally said, a small, nervous smile tugging at her lips.
“Hey, yourself,” I replied, stepping aside to let her in.
She slipped past me, the familiar scent of her perfume brushing against me. I closed the door behind her, turning to see her already unbuttoning her coat and glancing around the now-clean living room.
“Looks like you’ve been busy,” she said lightly.
“Had to keep myself occupied somehow,” I admitted, running a hand through my hair.
Her smile softened. “Sorry I didn’t text back sooner. I just… needed to figure out what to say.”
I nodded, my throat tightening. “Yeah, me too.”
—
We settled on the couch, the same spot where we’d been laughing with friends the night before. Only now, the air between us was charged with something different, something unspoken but impossible to ignore.
Britney took a deep breath, tucking a strand of black hair behind her ear. “Last night… I wasn’t expecting it, Mike. But I’ve been thinking about it all day, and I can’t stop wondering what it means. For us.”
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, meeting her gaze head-on. “It means everything to me, Brit. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long how I feel, but I was scared it would ruin what we have.”
Her eyes softened, a flicker of relief crossing her face. “You have no idea how many times I’ve felt the same way. But I was scared too. I didn’t want to lose you, Mike.”
“You won’t,” I said firmly, reaching out to take her hand. Her fingers were warm against mine, and the touch sent a surge of courage through me. “We can figure this out. Together.”
A small smile curved her lips, and she leaned closer, her voice barely above a whisper. “So… what do we do now?”
I squeezed her hand, my heart racing. “We take the next step. If you’re ready.”
Her smile widened, and she nodded. “I am.”
The space between us disappeared, and before I knew it, her lips were on mine. This kiss was different from the one last night. It wasn’t tentative or unsure. It was full of promise, of certainty, of something that had been simmering between us for far too long.
Her hands slipped up to cup my face, pulling me closer as the world seemed to fade away. All that mattered was her—her warmth, her touch, her love.
When we finally pulled apart, our foreheads rested together, both of us breathless and smiling like fools.
“Happy New Year,” she whispered, her voice full of warmth and something deeper.
“Happy New Year, Brit,” I replied, my heart lighter than it had been in years.
This was just the beginning, and I couldn’t wait to see where it would take us.
The air between us was electric, a tangible charge that made my skin hum and my heart pound as Britney’s lips pressed to mine again. Her hands were in my hair now, pulling me closer as if there was no space left for hesitation.
I couldn’t get enough of her—her taste, her warmth, the way her breath hitched whenever I deepened the kiss. My hands found her waist, pulling her closer until she was practically in my lap. She melted into me, her body fitting against mine like it was meant to be there all along.
“Mike…” she murmured against my lips, her voice barely a whisper but loaded with so much emotion that it made my head spin.
“Yeah?” I replied, breaking the kiss just long enough to meet her gaze. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly swollen, and her eyes… they were glowing with something I couldn’t quite put into words.
“Don’t stop,” she said, pulling me back in, her lips demanding, her touch growing bolder.
I didn’t plan to. My hands slid up her sides, feeling the softness of her curves beneath the fabric of her sweater. She shivered at my touch, her fingers tangling in my hair as the kiss deepened.
We moved together, the couch forgotten as we stood, never breaking contact. I backed her against the wall, her laughter breaking through the kiss as I pinned her gently, my hands braced on either side of her.
“You’ve been holding out on me,” she teased, her voice breathless.
“You have no idea,” I replied, dipping my head to kiss along her jawline, down to the curve of her neck. Her breath caught, her hands gripping my shoulders as if she needed something to hold onto.
Her name was a whisper on my lips as I kissed her collarbone, the edge of her sweater slipping down her shoulder. She pulled me back up, her lips capturing mine in a kiss that was both urgent and sweet.
We stumbled together, laughing between kisses, her hands sliding under my shirt, her touch sending sparks through me. Every inch of my body was alive, every nerve attuned to her.
“Mike,” she said again, her voice soft but firm.
I stopped, looking into her eyes. They were dark and full of something I hadn’t seen before—vulnerability, longing, and a depth of trust that made my chest tighten.
“Take me to bed,” she said, her voice steady, her gaze never leaving mine.
My breath caught, her words hanging between us like a promise. I nodded, my hand finding hers, our fingers lacing together as I led her toward the stairs.
This moment wasn’t just about passion—it was about us. About crossing the line we’d danced around for so long and finally giving in to what we both wanted.
And as I opened the door to my room, I knew there was no going back. But with Britney, I didn’t want to.
—
As I shut the door behind us, Britney suddenly lunged at me, knocking me back against the door as she planted her soft lips against mine in a searing kiss with pent up passion. I slid my hands beneath her sweater, my fingertips craving her flesh.
She pulled back and stared hungrily into my eyes with a grin. “Take my clothes off, big brother!” My heart beat rapidly in my chest. I couldn’t believe this was actually about to happen.
I lifted her sweater up and over her head, tossing it aside as I slid my arms around her, leaning in for another kiss as my hands worked the clasp of her lacy bra and then slide it off her body. Her 32DD breasts now free from their confines as my hands massaged them, my thumb and forefinger pinching and tugging both of her nipples.
Britney put her arms around my neck and moaned into the kiss as my hands slid down her body to slowly remove her yoga pants and soft lace red thongs, her clothing now bunches on the floor around her feet. She stood stark naked before me and pulled away with a grin.
“My turn,” she said as she licked her lips and began undressing me. First my shirt came off, which she tossed aside. Then she got on her knees and started slipping me out of my jeans and boxers.
She looked up into my eyes and smiled as her left hand wrapped around my cock, a soft gasp escaping her lips. “God, Mike, you’re so thick!” She exclaimed as she began pumping me in her hand. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of her hand wrapped around me.
“Fuck, Britney, you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this!” I said.
She giggled softly as she took my cock in her mouth, her lips sliding down my thick 7 inch cock as her tongue massaged underneath, expertly running the vein that ran lengthwise down my shaft. Oh God, this was pure heaven!
With one hand, Britney played with my heavy balls, rolling them around in her palm while she tugged and twisted on my shaft with the other, still sucking me better than any blowjob I’ve received to date.
My hands moved to the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her hair as I bucked my hips, fucking her mouth with equal fervor. I could hear her moans and soft gagging sounds as I slid deeper into her throat, but she didn’t stop.
My eyes rolled back in my head at the intense feeling coursing through my body. I felt her hand slide up my legs, over my ass as she pulled me closer, my cock going all the way into her throat. My balls threatened to disappear inside her mouth.
“Oh fuck, Britney!” My voice came out in a strained whisper. I don’t know how she manages, but I felt her tongue snake out and begin licking my balls, which brought me right to the edge. In my opinion she was the goddess of blowjobs in that moment.
Vibrations from her moans went coursing through my body as I stiffened up, my cock throbbing inside her throat. I wanted… no, needed to cum down her throat, and I was imminently close. I gripped her head with my hands and shoved hard as she began to cough and choke. In that moment, I came hard, with thick ropes of my hot cum painting her throat white.
After several long shots, I finally pulled out, getting down to her level, wiping the tears away from her face as she caught her breathe. I leaned my forehead against hers.
“Is OK. Deep breaths. You’re fine, Sweetheart!” I assured her as she caught her breath. I held her to me, and we stayed like that for a few minutes before she slapped my chest with the flat of her palms and stood up.
“Are we gonna fuck, or what?’ She asked me with a grin as she laid down on my bed and spread her legs, slipping a hand down between and playing with her very hard clit. I rose to me feet and joined her.
That was when the doorbell rang.
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