Last night, I had just gotten back home for the summer. Two years ago, right after I graduated from high school, I moved away with my girlfriend to Southern California while my mother and little sister, Luna, stayed in Sacramento.

We’d broken up though a couple of weeks ago, but I was just glad I could spend more time with my quirky little sister who’d recently turned eighteen.

I woke up in my good old bedroom, and as soon as I heard someone knock on the door, I rubbed my eyes. At first, I thought it was my bedroom door, but I quickly realized it was Luna’s. It was a bit difficult to tell whose room it was since I hadn’t slept here in a while.

“Luna?” my mother said in her peaceful morning voice. She gently knocked again. “Luna, can I come in?”

“What is it?” my sister answered in a suspicious tone. It sounded like she’d been up to mischief. It was normal for her to get caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She loved all-nighters and was the one who first persuaded me to pull them—pretending to be asleep while Mom went to bed, then sneaking down the stairs to play games all night. It was thrilling, except for the times we got caught. Neither of us liked seeing our mother disappointed.

“I want my toy back.”

Luna didn’t answer right away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Darling, you know what I’m talking about.”

“No, I don’t,” she said.

Mom slowly opened the door, and I heard her stop at the threshold. I could imagine her placing her hands on her hips. “I don’t have time for this… Can you please give back my vibrator?”

My eyes widened. I never thought my sister would "borrow" our mother’s toys.

“I still don’t know what you’re talking about,” Luna said, with a hint of embarrassment in her voice.

“If it wasn’t you… Who was it then, Princess Zelda?”

“No… Link is all the vibrator she needs.”

They both chuckled. “Very funny… Listen, I’m running late, and you know I don’t have all the time in the world.”

A silence followed.

“Fine,” Luna said, and I heard her hand something over to Mom.

“Thank you,” Mom said. “Why don’t you just ask me to buy you one instead of sneaking into my bedroom?”

“I’m sorry,” Luna replied, sounding more upset than embarrassed.

I heard Mom sit down next to her. “You can talk to me about anything, you know that. There’s no need to look away.”

“I know. I’m just sorry.”

“Let me know which one you want, and I’ll get it for you, okay?”

“Okay… Uhm, can you get me vibrating panties too?”

“How do you know what vibrating panties are?” Mom asked.

“I… might have borrowed those too… Again, I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you, but you know we aren’t millionaires. It’s either vibrating panties or a vibrator—choose one.”

“Okay, a vibrator,” Luna said.

I heard Mom kiss Luna’s cheek. “And please, don’t just play video games all day.”

“I promise,” Luna said.

“I made some pancakes for you two.”

“I can smell the eggs and flour on your hands,” Luna said.

“I have to wash my hands and then I have to bounce. I’ll see you later this evening.”

“Have fun with Christy,” Luna said.

“Thank you,” Mom replied. Cristy was her colleague. They’d known each other since high school, and now they ran a florist shop together. Unfortunately, business wasn’t going well these days, along with the rest of the small businesses and retail. People were cutting spending, holding onto every buck.

I let my head slump back onto the pillow. I found it oddly erotic that my sister had snuck into Mom’s bedroom to take her vibrator and vibrating panties behind her back. At first, I wondered why she didn’t just buy her own, but my sister didn’t have a job at the moment. She had a side hustle streaming on Twitch, but she’d also complained about how everyone was broke these days. I made sure to tip her whenever I caught her online. I’d told her before that she was enjoyable to watch, especially in her costumes. It was a little motivation boost for her, but I was sincere—I could watch her play for hours. Unfortunately, my busy schedule didn’t allow me to watch her as often as I’d like.

Luna suddenly opened the door and poked her head inside, bursting my dream bubble. But what appeared in front of me was better than a dream. Wearing round glasses, she stood before me in a purple nightgown, its thin straps stretched over her shoulders. The dress had once been snug and flattering, but now it barely covered her hips, and the neckline gaped open as if struggling to contain her ample chest. Her glossy brown hair tumbled around her face in wild waves, and she offered me a coy smile with her pink lips.

“Are you awake, sleepyhead?”

I rolled my eyes. “Do you know what knocking is?”

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” she said, stifling a giggle.

I gave her a look, and she aimed her eyes at the tent instead. “What have you pitched there?”

“Give me a break,” I said, tucking it into the waistband of my underwear.

“I just want to give you a good morning hug,” she said.

“Sure, but let me get dressed first.”

“Okay… Mom just left. She made pancakes for us,” she said, beaming.

The heavenly scent wafted into my room. It was a sweet smell that I had missed—Mom’s culinary arts. “I can smell them,” I said. “Now be a good sister and bring me some clothes.”

“Okay,” she replied happily. She spun around, the hem of her nightgown lifting and revealing a glimpse of her smooth, round buttocks. With a slight bend at the waist, she reached into the wardrobe to search for an outfit. I couldn't resist stealing glances at how her figure had evolved since a year ago. Her curves were more defined and alluring, causing my heart to race and my cheeks to flush with heat. As she turned to face me, I couldn't help but notice the subtle sway of her larger breasts. The years had been kind to her curves, and it was safe to say, she had become a well-endowed young woman.

“Meet you downstairs, sleepyhead,” she said, closing the door and scurrying off.

“Sure thing.” It was one or the other—sleepyhead or Link. Neither one bothered me.

I put on my clothes and headed downstairs. She stood at the entrance to the kitchen and looked up at me. Standing at five foot four, she opened her arms. “Good morning hug, remember?”

I let her fall into my arms, holding her close. At six feet tall, I was the perfect height to embrace her. “I’ve missed you,” she said, her voice muffled in my chest.

“I’ve missed you too,” I said. As I held her, I felt her heartbeat, but then I also noticed the curves of her breasts gently pressing against my chest. I realized she was still dressed in her tight nightgown.

“Finally, we can spend some time together,” she said, breaking the hug, a smile spreading across her lips.

“Seriously… how long have you had that nightgown?”

She glanced down at her chest, and then her eyes met mine again. “What’s wrong with it?”

“You’ve grown… You’re not a kid anymore.”

She waved her hand dismissively. “It’s snug, comfy, and fits me perfectly.”

“Whatever,” I said, just glad to be with her. “You can at least wear a bra.”

“But then it wouldn’t fit right,” she pointed out matter-of-factly.

“Fine,” I yielded, though I couldn’t help glancing at her from time to time.

We both sat down and ate the breakfast that she’d cooked.

“Well, I think we should play together.”

“Which game?”

“Smash,” she said, her smile widening. “You won’t stand a chance against me.”

“In your dreams,” I said.

We finished the pancakes in no time, and I sat down on the couch. She snatched the controller and tossed it at me. “Catch!”

I reacted quickly, catching it in mid-air. I always had to be on guard since her tricks could come right out of the blue. “Why’s this controller sticky?” I asked her and looked at her. I smelled it and noticed a musky, flowery fragrance.

“I dunno,” she said. “Maybe from perfume.”

I shrugged and didn’t think much of it.

She turned on the TV and plopped down next to me. “Which character will you be?” she asked as the menu screen flashed onto the screen.

“Snake.”

“I’ll be Pikachu … Pika Pika,” she said and made a Pikachu face.

I laughed with her. She was one hundred percent cute, but when she made that face, something in my cock awakened. I wasn’t sure if it was because her feminine features had evolved, or that she was eighteen, or perhaps her skimpy nightgown that left little to the imagination, but I looked at her a bit differently. I tried to shrug off those feelings, but I had a feeling they’d return.

We kept playing and we became as competitive as ever. It wasn’t fun losing to a girl let alone your little sister, but she sure had played a lot more than I had.

“You mash buttons like Snorlax.”

“It’s because you keep running away with those bunny ears,” I said.

“Already a sore loser?” she said and waggled her eyebrows as the lightning struck me and I flew out into the distance.

“God damn it,” I said.

Luna giggled, her body shaking with laughter as she leaned into me. I could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her nightgown.

After we’d played a couple of rounds, I started glancing out the window. The sun was steadily rising, casting a golden glow over our neighborhood and the forest in the background. “Come on, let’s take a break.”

“Take a break from getting your ass kicked or playing?” she asked with a teasing smile.

I just wanted to tease her back so badly. “You know what … I woke up a bit earlier today.”

She narrowed her eyes at me. “That must be the worst comeback in the history of insults.”

I rolled my eyes. “Why did you take our mother’s toys?”

Her lips flattened into a thin line. “That comeback still sucked.”

“Come on, I didn’t mean it as an insult. I’m just curious. It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me.”

“You might have heard something else,” she said and crossed her arms across her chest, but a slow blush invaded her cheeks. They weren’t porcelain and cute no longer but red as our mother’s florist shop.

“Certainly not judging by that blush of yours.”

“Alright, fine,” she admitted. “I just wanted to know what it felt like … I’ve never had a boyfriend after all.”

I felt sympathetic for her. “I understand,” I said. “I just found it a bit funny you decided to take hers. I mean your fingers should work too.”

“Yes, but I wanted to try something different … I’ve been a bit turned on lately,” she said. We entered uncharted territory. We’d never spoken about sexual topics before even if we had been close growing up.

“Did you at least wash them afterward?”

“No,” she said, making an innocent Pikachu face.

“I don’t judge you for it,” I told her.

“She has like a thousand of them anyways.”

“A thousand?” I said with an arched eyebrow. “Now you’re exaggerating.”

“No,” she said, dead serious. “Okay, maybe not a thousand, but she has an entire box with sex toys. She’s been single since our father died. What do you think she’s been doing all this time, reading Charles Dickens? I also discovered a box filled with old pornos from the early 2000s.”

“You truly are a sneaky fox,” I said.

“You better watch out,” she said and waggled her finger at me.

When hearing about my mother’s sex toys and how my sister had played with them, I couldn’t help but feel a bit turned on as well. “How did you find them?”

“She just keeps them in her wardrobe … Do you want me to show you?”

“No.”

“Judging by that blush of yours,” she said teasingly. “I’m thinking otherwise.”

“I do not want to see her toys. They belong to her anyway,” I said firmly, but my voice sounded weak.

“I think you do,” she continued to nag me.

“No, I do not.”

“Tickle!” she exclaimed and suddenly started tickling me till we were both squirming on the ground. She knew my weakness. I was extremely ticklish.

I tried to resist, but Luna's fingers found all my weak spots. We rolled around on the floor, laughing and struggling as she mercilessly tickled me. Her nightgown rode up even further, exposing more of her smooth thighs in the process, and as we rolled around, my crotch got rubbed against her skin to the point I was growing erect.

She tore at my clothes, but I was careful of tearing at her nightgown since it wasn’t much she kept under there. After we’d rolled around, she ended up on top of me. It reminded me of the last time I had sex with my ex. She had straddled my leg with her wet peach right under my leg. Thankfully, my little sister wore panties, but I couldn’t help but feel her wet, hot center. I tried to ignore it, but I couldn’t.

"Stop! I give up!" I gasped between fits of laughter.

"Not until you admit you want to see Mom's toys," Luna teased, her eyes glinting mischievously.

"Fine, fine! I'm curious, okay?" I finally yielded, if only to make her stop.

Luna sat back, grinning triumphantly. Her nightgown had slipped off one shoulder, revealing more creamy skin and the outer part of her breasts. She slipped it back on before I could see her areolas. "I knew it. Come on, let's go look. I’ll tell you a thing about Mom while we’re there."

“What about her?”

“I’ll tell you upstairs after you’ve seen her stash with your own eyes.”

She grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. As we climbed the stairs, I couldn't help but notice the sway of her hips and the bounce of her breasts. What was wrong with me? This was my little sister.

We went upstairs and into Mom’s bedroom. The first thing I noticed was the sparkling clean floor that reflected the sunlight. I couldn’t see a dust mote on her shelves, and there wasn’t a wrinkle on her purple coverlets. On the nightstand, she had a photo of me and Luna. On the wall was a photo of a field of flowers extending to the horizon. The honeyed, feminine scent hung in the room, and it was addictive to inhale.

With a grin, Luna slid open the wardrobe. She lowered herself onto her hands and knees, arching her back and allowing me to admire the curves of her toned buttocks that poked under the hem of her nightgown. She pulled out a leather box and placed it right in front of my feet. My eyes widened at what was inside. There weren't a thousand but there sure were many sex toys, glistening from all the nights our mother had used them. I knew my ex kept two vibrators, but I saw at least five vibrators inside the box along with dildos, vibrating panties, clit stimulators and a whole lot of other sexual objects that I wasn’t sure were called.

“Wow,” I said, trying my hardest not to let my jaw drop.

“Told you,” she said and picked a dildo up, touching the tip. “This one’s still sticky. I think she used it last night … Do you want to touch it?”

“I’m fine,” I told her, but deep inside, I wanted to. I started popping the weirdest boner in my life.

“The clit stimulators are nice, but the vibrating panties were the best since they’re discreet,” she said.

“I don’t need your review of them,” I said and then shook my head. “Wait, how many of them have you tried?”

“Not all of them, but certainly many of them,” she said and brought up the vibrating panties, smiling as she looked at them.

“Alright … our mother likes to masturbate. But I don’t feel good about looking at her stuff.”

“You don’t want to see her pornos?”

I gave her a look.

“Fine,” she replied.

We went downstairs and headed outside for once. It was hot now in the summer, and we settled down under the patio umbrella. “Do you want something to drink?” she asked me.

“Sure,” I said.

“Strawberry juice?”

“You didn’t even need to ask,” I said with a wink.

She jumped to her feet and scurried inside. She reminded me of Mom when she was kind, not when she’d tickle me to the point of tears. She returned with two glasses and strawberry juice, generously filling my glass and taking a seat. I grabbed the glass, slightly cool in my hands, and took a sip of the sweet liquid.

“So,” she said and lowered the glass. “What did you think of her toys?”

“They’re for girls,” I reminded her.

“What do you use?” she asked bluntly.

I flicked my eyes to her. “I used to have a girl.”

“You’re right,” she said and lowered her eyes before taking another sip.

“Do you ever touch yourself?” she asked right out of the blue.

“Uhm,” I said and was a bit caught off guard by her question. I thought we would avoid this topic. “Sometimes … when I don’t have a girl around.”

“How does it feel?” she asked with not a hint of playfulness but plenty of curiosity.

“I think it feels similar for you.”

“I think it feels nice,” she said.

“How many times a day do you do it?” I asked her. It just rolled out of my tongue even if I felt a bit awkward by this conversation.

“A couple of times a day, depending if Mom is home,” she said, which was followed by silence. “When you do it, do you watch porn?”

“Sometimes,” I admitted and started feeling my armpits growing sweaty despite the cool drink in front of me. “And you?”

“I like porn … especially lesbian porn, but I don’t like the excessive moaning.”

I chuckled and scratched my neck. “Neither do I.”

“I also watch some fantasy porn, but I don’t get off to it. I just like to watch it.”

“Sure.”

“Why do I get the feeling you aren’t comfortable talking about this?”

“We’re siblings,” I reminded her.

“So? Mom and I are quite open about things. She even offered me blowjob lessons for when I’d find a boyfriend … if that day ever comes.”

I laid my hand over hers. “Luna, eventually you will find someone special.”

“That’s nice of you,” she said.

I realized I’d glossed over a part of her sentence. “She offered you blowjob lessons?”

“Uh-huh,” she said and nodded. “Why wouldn’t she? She wants what’s best for us.”

“Huh …”

“We’re just talking,” she reminded me.

“Sure … But we haven’t had this discussion before.”

“Till I found out how good masturbating feels like,” she said.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, not sure how to respond. Part of me wanted to change the subject, but another part was intrigued by Luna's openness. "I guess I'm just not used to talking about this stuff with you," I admitted. "But you're right, we're just talking. There's nothing wrong with that."

Luna smiled, seeming pleased that I was opening up. "Exactly. I feel like I can tell you anything. You've always been there for me."

Her words touched me because I knew it was true. I’d stood up for her when she was bullied. There were times when I didn’t go out with my ex-girlfriend because Luna was sad. She will always have a special place in my heart. "Of course. You're my little sister. I'll always be here for you."

“Are you growing hungry by the way?” she asked. “I can make some lunch for us.”

“Surprise me with a dish.”

Luna beamed at me. "Alright, I'll whip something up. But no peeking!" She wagged her finger playfully before heading into the kitchen.

She prepared a colorful salad with grilled chicken, avocado, and a variety of veggies. The chicken was perfectly seasoned with lime, salt and pepper. It went well with the avocado, and she’d also used caesar dressing. It was almost like a carbon copy of what Mom used to cook for us, so I could see her fingerprints all over it.

Thankfully, we left the sexual topics aside, but I had to admit, I enjoyed talking about them. They felt forbidden, kind of like the first time you discovered masturbation or porn. I understood where Luna was in life, even if she was a bit of a late bloomer.

I helped her with the dishes, and we agreed to play Zelda. I didn’t want to play another multiplayer game with her and risk another round of tickling. “I have to go upstairs,” she excused herself after turning on the TV.

I just shrugged and leaned back. She disappeared into her room for a few minutes before descending the stairs in a flowing purple and white sleeveless dress with a Hyrule logo in the middle. She had also put on white gloves. Even though the fabric of the dress cascaded down her legs in gentle waves, it hugged her figure tightly around the waist and chest. The neckline plunged just enough to reveal a tasteful amount of cleavage. The only thing missing was the Hylian, elven ears. I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of my little sister dressed as Princess Zelda from Twilight Princess.

“So, now I’m ready,” she said, settling down next to me.

“You really look like a princess,” I said.

She had ditched her glasses and was wearing contacts instead. “You think so?” she asked eagerly, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.

“I know so,” I told her.

She inched her hips closer to mine. “Why don’t you dress up as Link?”

“Alright, I will,” I said.

She paused the game. “I’ll wait.”

I went upstairs and slipped into the green tunic. It was a personal gift from Luna on my nineteenth birthday, so it still fit. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing to wear, but the smile on my sister’s face when I came back down the stairs made it worth it.

We played together, totally immersed in the game. When she got stuck on a puzzle, I was right there with her, trying to figure it out. We passed the controller back and forth, and time flew as we enjoyed each other’s company. The warm rays of the setting sun began to slant across the sky, casting a golden glow on our faces. I squinted against the brightness and realized we had lost track of time.

“What time is it?” she asked as she jumped to her feet and pulled the curtains aside.

“It’s almost six PM,” I said.

“No way,” she said, grabbing her phone to check. “Someone stole our time!”

I laughed. “It was time well spent,” I said.

“Blah,” she said. “I wish we could freeze time and play all we want.”

“So do I,” I said.

"Should we just order pizza and then watch a movie together?" she suggested. "It’s getting a bit too late to make dinner now."

"Sure," I said. "What do you have in mind?"

"You’ll see," she replied with a kittenish smile.

We took a break from playing Switch. While waiting for the pizza, we changed into more comfortable clothes. It wasn’t long before the pizza arrived, and when it did, we dug in.

After we’d eaten, it started getting darker—perfect timing for a movie. She brought some cookies and milk for us both, along with a blanket for herself. "You sure you don’t want a comfy blanket?" she asked.

"I’m fine," I said.

She selected a film and settled down under the blanket. I quickly realized it was a romantic movie. It was enjoyable, even if it wasn’t one of my favorite genres. We exchanged occasional glances, silently checking in on each other’s thoughts about the movie.

The way she kept her hands under the blanket made me wonder if she was touching herself. I shook my head, unsure why my thoughts were drifting that way. At least she was wearing a regular top now and not a sexy, body-hugging fantasy dress or a skimpy nightgown.

As the film became more intimate, she inched closer to me. Eventually, she leaned her head onto my shoulder. It reminded me of how my girlfriend used to cuddle with me, making me suddenly aware of Luna’s skin against mine.

When the kissing scene started, she looked at me, and I saw something in her eyes I hadn’t seen before—a longing for intimacy.

The sex scene that followed was tame compared to porn, but watching it with my sister made it feel a lot more intense. Luna’s eyes widened slightly as the guy made love to the woman in the missionary position under the sheets. I glanced at the blanket and noticed my sister’s hand moving toward her crotch. She drew a slow circle but stopped when the scene was over.

After the movie ended, she was still cuddled up to me. With a soft smile on her face, she looked up and asked, "What did you think?"

"It was alright," I said with a shrug.

"How does kissing feel?" she asked out of the blue.

 "It’s quite pleasant."

"Oh... Do you think you could show me?"

"You want me to kiss you?" I asked, searching her face.

"Uh-huh," she said.

"Sure," I said. I didn’t think much of it. It was just a kiss. It couldn’t hurt, especially if it would help her feel better about herself. I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. I felt a spark right away, a spark of something forbidden that seemed to be brewing between us.

When I pulled away, she beamed. "That was nice... but it wasn’t like they did it in the movie."

"You mean a French kiss?" I asked.

She nodded eagerly, her blue eyes sparkling behind her contacts. She grabbed my arm and pleaded, "Please."

"Okay," I said. There was something in her voice that I couldn’t resist. I gently pushed her glossy hair behind her ears. The initial peck had felt surprisingly good, so I wanted to see if there were more sensations and feelings to explore.

I pressed my lips to hers, gently tracing the seam of her lips with my tongue. She was inexperienced, but she responded by parting her lips and letting me in. I started with my hand on her shoulder but then moved it to gently cup her neck, deepening the moment between us. We were fully immersed in the forbidden kiss. My heart raced, my mind screaming to stop, but the thrill was too intense to resist.

Even though this was taboo, I leaned in closer, deepening the kiss. It was something that had been building up for a long time, and I lost myself in the sweet taste of her mouth and the warmth of her body.

When I finally pulled away, a thin string of saliva stretched between our lips. As my heart rate lowered, I was left speechless.

"Wow," Luna whispered, clasping her hands over her heart. "That was amazing."

"It really was," I replied, still stunned. It felt better than any other kiss in my life, and I couldn’t explain why. It was deeper, more intimate, with a touch of forbidden excitement. Part of me knew I should have pulled back, but I didn’t want to. I found myself craving more—more of that intense intimacy.

"Thank you," she said softly, looking at me with the same expression she had when I stood up for her bullies or comforted her when she was upset. It meant the world to me to be able to do something for her.

"You’re welcome."

"I’ve never felt anything like that... No wonder they always romanticize kissing."

"Yeah," I said, still at a loss for words. A quiet moment lingered between us, just on the edge of becoming awkward as her cheeks turned pink.

“Do you remember earlier when I asked you if you masturbate?”

“I do,” I said and narrowed my eyes on her, guessing where this was going.

“I became a bit turned on by the film,” she started. “Do you think we could masturbate together?”

I blinked at her. I thought it was brave of her to ask me even if I started to predict where this was heading. “It starts with talking about it, and then a kiss and the next logical step would be to go there.”

She shrugged. “Yeah, so?”

“Where are we going with this?”

“I dunno,” she said. “I can tell that the kiss felt nice for you too.”

“It sure did,” I said.

“I’m just curious how it looks when a guy masturbates. You’ve probably seen a girl already.”

“Girls have different methods though. It’s pretty straightforward to guys.”

“You don’t want to know how I do it?” she asked.

It sure was tempting, and if the kiss felt that good, I wondered how masturbating with her would feel like. “Fine,” I said. “Where should we go?”

“To my bedroom,” she said. She swung her feet off the bed, and she eagerly helped me to my feet.

“When does Mom come home?” I asked her.

“An hour,” she said and had everything under control.

As we entered Luna's bedroom, my heart was racing. Luna closed the door behind us and turned to face me, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “Do we undress?”

“Unless you masturbate with your clothes on,” I teased her.

I took off my shirt, and her eyes swept over me before she pulled the top over her head. It felt like slow motion when she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, freeing her boobs in front of my eyes. They bounced and jiggled till they found equilibrium. To me, they looked perfect. Not too big, so it would take ages to explore them, but not too small so there was nothing to hold onto. They were two perfect mounds topped with a sweet, pert berry at each peak, and her pink nipples blended well with the creamy white color of her breasts.

“Uhm, do you like them?” she asked while twirling her hair on her finger.

“They are gorgeous,” I said when I realized I’d been staring for longer than necessary. I knew women like attention but there was a limit before it turned creepy.

She beamed. “I was a bit insecure about them since they were small for so long, but now all of a sudden they started growing.”

“You make it sound as if it were a curse.”

“No … As long as they don’t end up like melons,” she said with a titter.

We peeled off the rest of our clothes. Once she reached her panties, I noticed a little wet patch at the center. I gently lowered my shorts, freeing my cock which bobbed up and down. Her eyes widened, and she froze with her fingers on her panties. She was right about to slide them down but stopped. A part of me felt it hard to believe we were doing this.

“Wow … can that fit in a kitty?”

“As long as you’re aroused,” I said.

“Can I touch it?”

“Sure,” I said.

She reached for it and curled her hand around it, gently stroking me up and down. She burst out giggling. “Did you slip a bone inside?”

“Very funny,” I said. “Are we going to masturbate or tell jokes?”

“I find it funny that you’re now so horny that you can’t suppress it.”

“Yeah, it didn’t feel as odd as I thought it would,” I admitted. I tugged at her panties. “Come on, are you going to keep your little pet caged in for the rest of the day?”

She bent over and slid her panties to her ankles, kicking them aside. I caught a brief glimpse of her pink, wet folds before she jumped onto the bed with her back against the wall. She patted the spot next to her. The last time I sat there was years ago when we’d played DS together.

I joined her, glancing between her legs at her pink womanhood. I couldn’t spot any stubbles on her clean flesh. “Do you always shave?”

“Every other day … But sometimes, I like to grow hairy just to see how it looks.”

“Kind of like me … Now show me how you masturbate,” I prompted her, wondering if she had any specific ways.

“So, first I usually wet my fingers,” she showed me, licking her fingers with her tongue, “and then I draw a circle on top of my kitty like this,” she said and gently massaged the top of her folds with her glistening wet fingers. I couldn't help but feel like I was witnessing a private art exhibit. It was both forbidden and intriguing to see my innocent little sister pleasuring herself in front of me. “I also rub the clit now and then and slide a finger inside me.”

“Why aren’t you getting going?” she asked. “I want to come when you come.”

“Good point,” I said, curling my right hand around my cock and stroking myself. I watched intently as Luna demonstrated her technique, her fingers moving in slow circles over her most sensitive areas. The sight of her pleasuring herself was incredibly arousing.

"That feels good?" I asked, my voice husky.

She nodded, biting her lip. "Mhm. What about you? Show me how you do it."

I gripped my cock more firmly, sliding my hand up and down. "Like this," I said. "Varying the speed and pressure."

“It looks so dry,” she said. “Don’t you ever use lotion?”

“To be honest, I haven’t masturbated in a long time, but when I did, I did use lotion.”

“Can I get some for you?” she asked, stopping with her hand in her honeypot.

“It’s fine sis … this feels quite intense already.”

“I feel it too,” she said. “It just feels so good, so I don’t want to stop.”

“We’re on the same page,” I said.

“Do you want to touch me too?” she suggested. “Maybe not as exciting for you since you already touched a girl.”

“It’s always exciting to touch another girl,” I said and reached into her private area till I made contact with her flesh. She was soaked and her folds were as smooth as velvet. It was quite pleasant to touch her, feeling her wet heat spilling over my fingers. As she spread her legs, her pink, plump folds glistened in the dim light of the bedroom. Her lips were slightly swollen and slick with arousal, a clear sign that she was horny.

I pulled back and stroked myself with the same hand I had touched her with. It was slightly wet but enough lubricants for now. “Do you need some spit?” she offered me.

“Sure,” I said. I didn’t want to take my hand away from my cock. It just felt so good. She held her hair back as she leaned forward and carefully spat in my hand. I wrapped my hand, covered with her juices and spit, around my cock. It felt way better.

We moved our hands in unison, Luna's fingers circling her clit while I stroked my shaft. The room filled with the soft sounds of our breathing and occasional quiet moans. I found it hard to believe we were doing this, but at the same time, it felt too good to abort. Luna's cheeks were flushed pink, her blue eyes half-lidded with pleasure behind her glasses.

"This feels so much better than doing it alone," she whispered.

I nodded in agreement, too caught up in the sensations to speak. My eyes roamed over her body—the gentle curves of her breasts that jiggled and the glistening pink between her thighs. She was beautiful in a way I hadn’t noticed before.

Luna's movements became more frantic, her hips lifting slightly off the bed. "I think I'm getting close," she panted.

Watching her pleasure herself pushed me closer to the edge. My hand moved faster, pre-cum leaking from the tip and easing the glide of my fingers. The familiar tension built in my lower abdomen.

"Me too," I groaned.

Luna's back arched off the bed, her thighs trembling. "Oh," she moaned, her words cut off by a sharp gasp. Her body tensed, then shuddered as waves of pleasure washed over her. Watching my sister come pushed me over the edge.

My balls tightened as the pressure built to an unbearable intensity. Just as I was about to climax, Luna sat up suddenly, leaning towards me. The shift caught me off guard. My hips jerked involuntarily as I started to cum, and before I could stop it, thick ropes of semen spurted onto Luna's chest and breasts.

"Oh!" Luna exclaimed in surprise, looking down at the pearly streaks across her skin.

I aimed my cock back at myself. The third spurt hit my chest and then the rest spilled over my fingers as I slowly resorted to stroking myself. “Gosh,” I mumbled. It must have been the best masturbation in my life.

My little sister caught her breath as she studied my semen. “Is it normal to shoot so much?” she asked me.

“Depends,” I said. “Not abnormal, but this was a bit more than usual.

She touched it with her finger and tried tasting it. “It’s very filling.”

“Yeah,” I said. We exchanged glances, and I saw how a light sheen of sweat covered her body along with my semen that dribbled down her curves, leaving a pearly trail behind.

Suddenly, I started thinking of Mom. I started getting paranoid in case she would find us here, both of us butt naked with my cum all over her breasts. “When is Mom back?”

“She’ll be here any minute,” Luna said. She looked a bit disappointed as if she wanted to pillow talk.

“You have to clean yourself,” I said. “We can’t let her find out we did this.”

“Alright … I’ll go to the bathroom first,” she said but hesitated, looking at me. “It felt really nice.”

I broke out in a smile. “I agree,” I said. “It did feel nice.”

**** 

Thankfully, Mom got back a bit late, leaving us both time to clean ourselves and get dressed. While Luna was in her room streaming on Twitch, I met our mother downstairs as she entered our home. “How was your day?” I asked her.

“Fine,” she said. Wearing her dark blonde hair loose, she was dressed in a knee-length pencil dress that highlighted the two mounds on her chest. They were impressive for her age, and despite her being my mother, I couldn’t help but admire them at times. She wore a modest amount of makeup as well, just enough to enhance her femininity. “I’m just glad to be back here. Tomorrow I won’t be as long, so we can plan a little trip somewhere, perhaps to Cristy’s farm.”

“I would love to go there again.”

“I thought so,” she said. “Do you remember the last time when Luna begged you to ride with her?”

I nodded. “She didn’t go easy on me either.”

Mom chuckled. “Where’s she now by the way?”

“She’s streaming on Twitch.”

“And what have you been up to?” she asked me, watching me closely.

“We played some games, cosplay, and just talked,” I managed to say without sweating too much. I couldn’t tell her about the kissing and masturbation part.

She drew in a deep breath and let out a breath of relief. “It means the world to me, seeing you get along with her,” she said. “I’m relieved to have you here again.”

“I’m glad to be back,” I told her, appreciating her smile.

“You know it hasn’t been easy for her.”

“I know,” I said and recalled all the memories of her past.

“I’m proud of you for being such a good brother,” she said. “It’s one of the main things I usually brag about to my friends.”

It meant a lot to me as well. I thought of bringing up the debt part which Luna had told me, but I decided to wait. I had to give her something, so she didn’t need to work overtime. “I’m glad,” I said a bit awkwardly.

“Can you do me a favor?” she asked.

“Of course.”

“Tell her to come, I have a gift for her.”

Right … the vibrator. I pretended I didn’t know. I assumed she wanted to keep it a secret. “Sure.” I went upstairs, reaching her bedroom. “Luna?” I asked and had to knock on her door several times till she finally heard me.

“Come in,” she said. As soon as I opened the door, she glanced over her shoulder and back to the camera. “That’s my older brother … Don’t just stand there, wave at the camera.”

I chuckled and waved. “Mom’s here … She has something for you.”

Her eyes widened, and she didn’t even say hold on to her viewers as she rushed down the stairs. I went into my bedroom and settled down. Even if I closed my door, I could still hear what they were saying.

“Here’s your vibrator,” Mom said in her caring tone.

Luna gasped. “Thank you!” she exclaimed as I imagined them two embracing, mashing their breasts together. I noticed how easily I pictured them being intimate. Something must have unlocked when I masturbated and kissed my sister earlier.

“So I hope you can leave my toys alone, okay?”

“Yes … Again, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, I forgive you,” she said.

I decided to go to bed. I still felt numb after that climax, but the most important part was that I had no regrets. And deep inside me, I wanted more. I knew I had certain unexplored feelings for my little sister, and there was no better way to explore them than this summer.

 The full story is 62k words long and contains way more than a masturbation session. You can find it on my website:  Family Reunion nude art of Luna and Mom included!

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