The Forbidden Fruit's Sweetest
Reed and Lyla Lanning, of the red panda distinction, were born 3 years apart, in Nevada. A divorce led to them moving to Valdosta, Georgia. A rather rural area, it was a town where everyone knew eachother and strangers weren't welcome, which wasn't good news for the lannings. Reed was 4 at the time, and Lyla 7. Their mother remarried a canine lad, black labrador, who was a better, more stable father than their birth father was. Life was good and simple. But none of you sorry souls are here for their lives, have some patience.
Reed was 14. He'd filled out to be generally average in most every way. Decent grades, Cs, Bs if he put in the extra effort. His body was nothing to marvel at, but he'd certainly seen worse. He had an odd penchant for sculpting, and a knack for chess. He was 5'9, and dressed almost entirely in jeans and flannels, even in the sweltering Georgia summers. His sister was something else entirely. Lyla was a short gal with a righteous wrath that could match the gods. She was 5'5 at 17, with all the fury of 10 men. She was tomboyish, to be sure, dressing similarly to her sibling, baggy jeans, flannels, practical shoes and a bullshit proof vest. Her chest was flat as a washboard and her rear end much the same, but she was, in an impractical, un-womanlike way, quite pretty. Her short auburn hair hung down to her shoulders, the key indication of her gender. She'd picked up the drawl where Reed hadn't, creating an even bigger discrepancy between the two.
Reed lay on a dingy twin mattress that he'd slept on as long as he could recall. They'd fought again, as they'd been more recently. Reed was becoming a man, too old for his playful sister. They huffed and puffed and threw insults at eachother, but the instigator always went to the other and apologized. They were all eachother had since childhood, and could hardly afford to alienate one another. A quiet knock came to the door, and Lyla walked in with an uncharacteristically meek appearance, ears flattened in remorse. Reed frowned, but already felt her tugging at his heart strings
I sat on the ground, crying, with a bloody nose. The bigger kids yelled insults. And then there she wass, mighty indignant. Lyla scowled and said something, and those boys said something back, and before they'd even finished she'd cleaned her knuckles on his teeth. The others ran off bawling, and Lyla came over to me, helped me up, wiped off my tears with her sleeve and gave me a hug "Oughtta be tough now, boy, Ah ain't gonna be here to protect you forever" She grinned a toothy grin and winked, and it was all better.
Lyla sat by her brother, and muttered an apology. Then they sat there for a long while, simply staring at the ground and wallowing in the ever-building tension. Lyla's hand crept towards Reed's, laying atop it. He looked at her and she returned the gaze, a smile creeping across her face. They looked more like lovers than siblings at that point, and much to Reed's surprise, Lyla leaned forward to give him a kiss that was far from sisterly.
I'd say it was set in motion when we were at the creek, I was 11, she was 14. We were laying down in the warm spring sun, basking, playing games, talking, doing whatever we could to stave off the boredom. In the rural south technology was a luxury we couldn't afford, poverty was what we knew and what we were content with. We were sittin', bein' friendly for one minute, and the next she was chasing me with a switch threatening to tan my hide. Then we were naked, swimmin in the creek. We never thought twice about bein' naked round one another, we just didn't care. Well, until she began puberty. Then we were just starin' at eachotherm an' there was somethin' entirely unladylike hidden behind those mischievous eyes
Reed felt wholly disgusted with himself for kissing his sister, yet some deep, dreadful thought within him told him to do more. To go further and cross boundaries that he had no business crossing. He couldn't bring himself to retreat as his sister slid into his lap, straddling him and whispering in a husky, sultry tone. He felt a certain rightness he'd not felt with any other girl. It shook him to the core, yet in a way he didn't mind one bit. She was upon him and very aggressive, her lips exploring his throat with open mouthed kisses and loving nips that left Reed with nothing more to do than crane his head and enjoy the affections Lyla lavished upon his exposed throat. He huffed, quite pleased and Lyla let out a low, playful growl as she pushed Reed back, stripping off her clothes. Reed did the same, shimmying out of his pants. It was happening so fast he hardly had the time to realize what was going on, to have any real doubts. As his sister held him down, it hardly occurred to him he'd be buried in her without the grace of a condom. She merely grinned a devious, devilish grin that made damn sure Reed wasn't going anywhere.
She rather abruptly dropped herself, letting out an unusually girly whine, though she quickly hushed herself. Reed shut his eyes tight. He was a virgin and the feeling alone was enough to put him on edge. Lyla squeezed around him, huffing and letting out a quiet moan as she lifted herself once more, lowering herself more gently. She released his arms and he was up in seconds, his hands around her hips, his maw upon her neck, paying her back with passionate, sultry kisses. She let out moan after helpless moan, feeling herself approaching her imminent release. She stared cow-eyed at her brother as they mewled in unison, locking maws in a passionate, lusty kiss. Reed let out one last, futile groan as he loosed his load inside his elder sister, a torrent of cum spewing out in steady spurts, filling Lyla up as she broke away and panted, lifting herself off of Reed. She plopped down next to him, and lay there panting, one hands taking her younger brothers and squeezing out. "Well shoot, 's as good as them sluts at school said... you an' me oughtta get together like this more often"
He nodded, and his word was his bond.