Brother and sister connect after a long night of partying

My sisters and I were always close growing up. I was the middle child and only boy; my sister Marie was two years older, and my younger sister Annie was born a mere 11 months after me. Despite moving away and going to colleges in separate areas of the country, we became even closer as young adults. The summer between my junior and senior years in college provided the greatest bonding experience for me and my siblings.

Marie had graduated from a university in Virginia and relocated to Boston for her first “real” job. Annie had transferred to Boston University, and I had landed an internship with a firm based in Woburn, just outside of Boston. My sisters found a great apartment in the Back Bay with an extra bedroom that I could occupy for the summer while they searched for a third roommate.


We did everything together — working out, concerts, dinners, nightlife, and plenty of partying. Interestingly, a group of probably 10 or so people we had grown up with had migrated to Boston for school or work, so we always had familiar faces and shared friends in and out of the apartment. My sisters and I were the ringleaders of this fun-loving group, and we happily enjoyed the time and experiences we shared.

One particular night from that summer remains forever etched in my memory — a night that I relive in my mind to this day almost three decades later. The evening started out innocently enough with dinner at the apartment and a bottle of wine shared with my two sisters. We were meeting up with four or five other friends at a bar in Brighton to see some guys we knew that played in an Aerosmith cover band. It was a warm, humid July night, and everyone was dressed more for the beach than a night on the town due to the heat and humidity.

I remember Marie (who typically dressed to the nines) in a tight t-shirt dress that perfectly hugged her petite 5′ 2″ body, nicely accentuating her firm breasts and ass. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she was wearing flat sandals instead of her typical four-inch heels. The absence of a panty line and her protruding nipples had me wondering if anything else was on underneath that dress. Annie was very casual too, in short-shorts and a cut-off polo shirt with just enough of her rock-hard abs and toned waistline exposed to turn that somewhat boyish outfit into something pretty damn sexy.

The night was a blast, filled with drinks, live music, dancing and laughter. At that time, Boston bars closed at midnight, which usually left us searching for late-night eats or another place to keep the party rolling. As was typically the case, the party found its way back to our apartment. Thankfully, we had stocked the fridge with beer before heading out.

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Probably a dozen people filled our small living room, and a joint or two circled the space. Marie, who had been dancing most of the night, commandeered the stereo, insisting that the others dance with her. More than once I caught myself watching her athletic little body swaying, still trying to determine if she was wearing anything under that short dress.

Around 1:00 AM, the first few guests moved to the door, and Annie decided to call it a night. She headed to her room with a few girlfriends in tow. Marie was still pulling our remaining guests onto her makeshift dance floor, and I busied myself gathering beer bottles and bidding farewell to the parting friends until it was just Marie and me left in the living room.

“Dance with me, brother!” she demanded, extending her tiny hand in my direction.

I put down the last couple of bottles and moved toward her. Derek and the Dominoes were belting out “Layla”, and I protested lightly that it wasn’t much of a dance tune. Marie would have none of my objections.

“Quiet, you!” she snapped, pulling me against her. “It’s the piano solo — perfect for slow dancing!”

She threw her arms around me, pressed her body against mine, and her head fell on my chest. We probably looked like two eighth graders at a middle school dance. We had both had plenty to drink, and that only added to our slow dance swaying. Her ever-perky nipples pressed into my abdomen, and I had to awkwardly lean my pelvis away from her to conceal the erection I could feel stirring below.

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“It’s late, sis” I said as the last chirps of Duane Allman’s slide guitar faded away at the end of the song. “Let’s toss these last few empty bottles and call it a night.”

“You’re no fun!” she huffed and pouted jokingly. “My brother the party pooper!”

I laughed, cleared the last few remaining empty beer bottles and followed her upstairs to the bedrooms. Marie had the biggest room, and it had its own bathroom. Annie and I shared a hallway bathroom that split our two bedrooms. I gave Marie a hug goodnight, and she tiptoed to kiss my cheek before disappearing into her room.

Much to my surprise, I noticed two bodies lying in my bed and two others on the floor. Several of my younger sister’s friends were passed out in my room, and, being the gentleman, I left them there and closed the door quietly behind me.

“I guess I’m on the couch tonight” I thought to myself.

As I turned to head back downstairs, Marie was in the hallway. She had gone back downstairs to retrieve a bottle of water.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“It looks like Jonestown in my room — bodies everywhere!” I joked.

“You can crash with me” Marie smiled. “It will be like when we were little kids on vacation.”

“Thanks, sis” I replied with a yawn. “I’m sure your bed will be much more comfortable than the living room couch.”

I quickly brushed my teeth in the hallway bathroom and then walked to Marie’s room. It was dark with just a small amount of light emanating from beneath her bathroom door. I shed my clothes, keeping my boxers on, and climbed into her bed. As tired as I was, I couldn’t help but wonder what my sister would be wearing to bed. I had been somewhat captivated with the short t-shirt dress she had on earlier and couldn’t stop glancing at her erect nipples and firm ass as she was dancing. I sensed my cock stirring.

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“Holy shit — what kind of pervert gets aroused thinking about his sister” I thought to myself, somewhat angry that I allowed my imagination to drift in that direction. I chalked it up to the alcohol talking and rolled over to go to sleep.

Just then the bathroom door opened, and light flooded the dark bedroom. I kept my eyes shut so as not to embarrass my sister if she had already undressed. The light clicked off, and I felt my sister climb into bed. Without hesitating, she skootched over and spooned me from behind. I could feel the hard nipples and firm breasts against my back — she was naked! Her arm came around me, and her hand began caressing my chest and abs. My cock twitched again as her hand wandered further down, her fingers finding their way under the waistband of my boxers.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. Of course, I’d fantasized about my sisters before, especially as an adolescent when I could jerk off four times a day and a stiff breeze was enough to “inspire” me. But this was really MY SISTER!

Her fondling continued with her hand grazing over my semi-erect cock, gripping it lightly through my undershorts, until she encountered my balls, which she gave a gentle squeeze. Then she slipped her hand up the leg hole of my boxers and gripped my now rigid cock tightly. Marie let out a slight moan, more of a hum, from behind me as she continued to explore my cock and balls with her hand.

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