Sister and Brother become close

Note : This story is completely fictional!

I work in a busy restaurant, I'm on my feet 8 hours a day, fetching and carrying, and having to put up with complaining customers, ‘the foods not cooked as I asked, it's cold, there’s a hair in the dish etc, etc.

I get home each night and take a long soak in the bath, I put the shower head on and have the warm water running down my head, over my shoulders and onto my breasts, it helps but my feet still ache, dad used to complain, but then a few years back we had a water shortage and he stared saving as much water as he could for his beloved garden, he had a connection made to fit the water pipe from the bathroom, so when any one was taking a bath he could divert the water into a large tank for use in the garden, I of course used lot’s more than any one else, so he didn’t complain when I was in the bath for nearly an hour.

Coming up to Christmas was real busy, not just from larger parties to look after, but we had extended hours, for Christmas parties. To help with the extra work load we had part time staff, my young brother was one of these, he would clear the tables and help set them up for the next lot, so he then knew what I had to put up with, and why I would complain about being on my feet so long.

The three weeks up to Christmas had us working ten hours with two half hour breaks; we were open Christmas day for lunch only from 11 until 2.30. Boxing day, we would be working from 7.30, for breakfast, and we finished at midnight. A taxi was laid on to take us home, arriving there to find our parents had gone to bed, “Great isn’t it”? Steve said. I told him not to worry, I was used to it. I kicked off my shoes and rubbed my aching feet, saying how much they were hurting, “Want a foot massage” Steve asked, “Shore, if you don’t mind, they do pong a bit”, “Get me a peg then” laughing at his quick whit. In the lounge I sat on the settee and he pulled up the foot stole, positioning it in front of me, I lifted my foot, he looked up at me, “Wouldn’t it be better with you tights off”? Pushing myself up a little I reached under my skirt and tugged them down, at my knees he took them the rest of the way off for me.

Lifting my left foot he started rubbing the sole, then sides and along the length of my foot, I felt so good, I settled back as he rubbed each and every part of my foot and lower ankle, my toes didn’t miss out on any of this and I started to feel so much better, lifting my Right foot, this had the same care given to it, when her had finished he sat looking at me, I was so relaxed I didn’t notice for a few minutes, when I realised he had finished I thanked him and asked how he knew how to do this, “Been reading up on it on the internet, but you’re the first one I’ve had to practice on, how was it”? “Bro, you worked wonders, I should get you doing this every night after work” “Any time” looking at the clock, “Christ, you’ve been massaging me for an hour, we better get off to bed” I leaned down and gave him a quick kiss, climbing into bed, I had to say, my feet never felt better.

I lay in late, stirring around mid day, I slipped into my T shirt and sweat pants and stumbled down stairs, “Morning mom, dad” “Morning pumpkin” “Is Steve up yet”? “No but I think I hear him moving about a few minutes ago, why don’t you take him a drink up and tell him lunch is in fifteen minutes” “Ok mom” I poured him a coffee and went up to his room, knocking on his door I called asking if I could come in, “Hang on a sec” he called back, “Ok come in” “Got you a coffee and mom say’s you have fifteen minutes to get your ass I gear” “Ok, be down in a bit” “You know last night the massage you gave me was so relaxing I was sound asleep in no time, maybe I should hire you out at work, you could make a small fortune” he shrugged his shoulders and asked me to leave so he could get up, “What’s the problem, I’ve seen you in your pyjamas before” he looked over to the chair under the window, I followed he gaze, “Oh sorry, did I catch you at the wrong moment”? Mom called “Ten minutes” “OK mom Steve’s just getting up” he looked at me “If you don’t mind” I left him to dress and he was down a few minutes later.

Dad asked if we had had many tips, “Some but we have to put it all in the pot, we’ll have it shared out before the new year” I then said how Steve was reading up about massage and had gave me a great foot massage last night, this opened up the floor and dad had his say, we loved him dearly, but he was so opinionated about some things and he got on to massage parlours and how they were a front for prostitution, we just sat there and let him go on and on and on.

It was family tradition to open our presents after lunch, so when I had helped mom clean up we passed them around. Dad was then in his garden, well green house, he had cacti and he went to make shore they hadn’t caught the frost, we had had some snow and this couldn’t be left on his lawn, this was like a bowling green and not a weed in site, his broom came out he swept the snow off.

Mom Steve and I settled down to watch the TV, Steve and I would make a light snack for tea then it was phone calls to our grand parents and /aunties and Uncle’s, thanking them for our presents, this took a few hours, around nine I asked if any one wanted the bathroom as I was going for a bath, “Hang on pumpkin, I’ll have to de-frost the pipe to take the water away, ten minutes later I could take my bath.

After this I went to bed for the early start in the morning, Steve could go to bed at midnight and be up at six as fresh as a daisy, I needed eight hours.

We had a busy day again and on our way home I asked Steve if he could massage my feet again for me. “Shore Sis, no problem” getting in I kicked off my shoes and threw my coat at the peg under the stairs, I think it missed, but I didn’t care, Steve locked up, I was sat on the settee, foot stole in front of me, waiting, in walked Steve, he sat down and I lifted my foot, “Haven’t you forgot something”? “Oh yeah” removing my tights I settled back down.

His hands worked their magic again, I told him I couldn’t believe he had learned this from only reading about it, he said he would show me, but I told him it didn’t matter.

Up to and threw the new year Steve worked part time and each night he gave me a foot massage, as of late when I got to bed I was feeling a little horny and found my hand slipping down to my pussy and I’d finger myself before dropping off to sleep.

Steve’s contract ended for that year, the second week of January, but he would wait up for me to give me a foot massage, I came to love them so much even on my days off I would ask him for one.

I had a week’s holiday, I had nothing planned, I was just going to chill out, Steve got part time work for the council, mowing the grass around the streets. But he never failed to be there for my foot massage, I don’t know why, but I was feeling more and more hornier each week, I had never fingered myself so much before.

I got home from work one night and Steve wasn’t waiting for me, I was a little disappointed but realised I had been putting on him a lot, I went to my room and got ready for bed, my feet aching like crazy. I then heard the front door open and close, I called from the landing “Steve, is that you”? “Yes sis, didn’t think you would be home just yet” “We managed to get finished earlier” “Do you need your feet massaging tonight”? “Yes please, if your not to tired and don’t mind” “NO, I’m fine” as I went down stairs my heart beat a little faster, I couldn’t explain why, Steve was ready for me, I sat down and lifted my foot, he went to work and we chatted as usual, when I got back to my room I looked at the clock, it was almost two hours later, I hadn’t noticed the time passing by and wondered why he worked on my feet for so long, as I passed the mirror on my ward robe door I glanced at myself for a second, I started to climb into bed and stopped, I went back to the mirror and looked again, No, I didn’t, I couldn’t have, Oh my God, I sat pulled up my chair and put it in front of the mirror and sat down, then I lifted my foot as I had for Steve, I sat there looking into the mirror and there was my camel toe in full view.

I was in a panic, I had just sat in front of my brother flashing my panties, and he didn’t show any sign, worst of all he didn’t tell me, this hurt me more, I got into bed and lay awake wondering how I could look him in the eye again. Fortunately I was in early the next morning, so I was out of the house before Steve was up, all day I was thinking about Steve, what would he say, what would I say.

I finished around 18.00hrs and on my way home I hoped Steve wasn’t about, but then I loved the foot massage, so I was torn between the two. I saw the lounge light on as I walked up the path, entering the lounge Steve was stretched out on the settee watching a film, he looked back and greeted me, he was ok, I asked where our parents were “Gone to see granddad, be back about ten” I relaxed and then I heard myself asking him if he could massage my feet, “Shore” he pulled the stole over and got ready, I sat down, then realised I still had my tights on, I pushed myself up on my shoulders and feet and hooked my fingers into my tights and pulled them down, as I got them to my knees I realised I had my knickers too, for a second I was going to pull them back on but I continued taking them off, as Steve was looking at the TV he hadn’t seen. I tapped his leg saying I was ready, lifting my leg I felt like a little girl being naughty, I couldn’t believe I was sat there like that, he started on my foot then stopped, “You might want to close your legs sis, your showing more than you aught” he was a gent, I dropped my hands into my lap, pushing my skirt down to cover myself, “Sorry” as I was saying this I could have kicked myself, telling my brother I was sorry for flashing him my pussy, what was I thinking of.

Turning in my fingers went straight to my pussy; I had the most fantastic orgasm I had ever given myself. Waking in the morning I found my fingers rubbing my pussy, I was so hot, I knew I had to finish myself off before my shower, I even fingered my pussy while showering.

All day at work my mind was flashing back to last night, I couldn’t explain how I felt sitting in front of my brother and not wearing any knickers, that night I would keep them on.

On my way home in the taxi, I removed my tights and put them in my purse, then my knickers came off, these I tossed out the window, if I didn’t have any with me then I couldn’t put them on. Entering the lounge Steve was stretched out as usual, “Hi sis, how was your day”? “Fine, but I think my night might be better, mom and dad out again”? “Yeah, a new gardening club has started and dad’s dragged mom along” “Come on my feet are killing me” I lifted my foot and dropped it in his lap, as he worked on my foot quite calmly opened my legs, he looked up at me, it looked like e was going to say something, I just smiled and shuffled down a little more, this pushed my skirt a little higher, he went back to work on my foot, all the time he kept looking up at my pussy, I could feel a tingling and needed it scratching.

As he put my foot down and reached for my other one, I asked him if he wanted to finish this up stairs, he followed me up to my room, once inside I took my shirt off, the not so flattering bra I had on was soon on the floor, Steve stood there just looking at my tits, as I unfastened my skirt I asked him if he was staying like that, my skirt fell to my feet, as I lay on my bed, he started undressing, laying beside me he asked if I wanted my other foot massaged, “That can wait, as there’s something else that need massaging first” I pulled him into a kiss, as I held this I held his hand and slipped it down my stomach then between my legs, them I moved to his cock and gently squeeze it.

He broke the kiss off and slipped down the bed, then he started to lick my inner thigh, he did this for a few minutes then worked his way up and spread my legs, then touching my soft pussy lips with the tip of his tongue. I started to writhe on the bed, which I hope told him how much I was enjoying this attention. I couldn't believe this was happening; yet at the same time, I wanted it to.

As he probed my opening with his tongue, I grabbed his head pulling it into me; he sucked in a mouthful of my pussy, making me squeal with excitement then he licked my clit vigorously. He then held my legs up in the air, and opened them wider, allowing better access, which he took total advantage of, by running a finger around and into my moist womanhood.

I started to buck soon after that, and I knew I was about to climax, which only served to excite me even further; he redoubled his efforts, sending me crazy with cries of "I'm coming" echoing throughout the room. He knew when I had stopped coming and kissed his way up my body until he was sucking my nipples. I could feel the head of his cock just in my pussy, I thought, ‘what is he waiting for’ I moved my legs down and wrapped them around him with my heals against his ass, I pulled him hard and fast, he was in me, his cock was filling me, with his mouth still working my nipples he slowly pulled back, he almost dropped out of me, but at the last second he pushing forwards, with slow steady strokes he fucked me, just before he reached bottom he almost stopped, but them the last bit was pushed into me with a short sharp jab.

I felt another orgasm building, it felt like it was coming from my toe’s up my legs and as it hit my cunt I grabbed a fist full of the sheet under me and shook violently, this sent him over the edge and his warm seed was filling the space in my cunt, with my orgasm subsiding he started fucking me again, a little faster now, if I hadn’t been so turned on I think I would have had a giggling fit as the room was filled with soft squelching noise’s, my third orgasm started and I called out “Fuck Steve, Fuck me, fuck me” we came together this time and for three minutes we shook and shuddered, finally he dropped his head on my shoulder, exhausted.

I turned onto my side cuddling up close to him, his cock still resting in my pussy, looking into his eyes I saw love, as I hoped he saw in mine, I kissed him, “Thanks Bro” we lay there looking into each others eyes until sleep came over us both.

He had gone when I woke in the morning, I showered and dressed casual, I wasn’t due in work until the lunch time shift. Entering the kitchen mom was washing up the breakfast dish’s, “Morning mom” Morning Julie, what you having, cereal or something warm”? “Cereal will do thanks mom” I sorted it a sat chatting to mom as I ate, casually I asked where Steve was “Gone down the Allotment, he wanted to get some vegetables for tonight’s tea” the allotment was about the only place he went with dad, I lounged about for a few hours and Steve hadn’t come home, I thought he might have regretted last night and didn’t want to face me.

I needed my clean uniform and sorted it out in the laundry, mom asked me to take Steve’s clean clothes up for her. As I dropped them on his bed I noticed some paper work on the dresser, ‘MASSAGE” jumped out of the paper at me, I picked it up to just have a glance, it was what he had printed off and from this he was giving great foot massage, part way down the page I saw Sexual pleasure threw massage.

I read and started to get mad, it told how by massaging parts of the foot it would enhance and increase sexual desire, I sat on his bed as I continued reading, the more I read the madder I got, the little shit had manipulated me threw the foot massage so he could fuck me, just wait until I get my hands on him.

I had to get ready for work so I put any revenge on the back burner, I had a busy shift and on the way home I started thinking how to get him back, but the more I thought about it, the more turned on I got. Entering the house the lights were off in the lounge, I felt a little sad, as much as I was angry with Steve for what he had done, my feet were aching.

I went up the stairs and saw the light under Steve’s door, he was still up, I knocked “Steve are you up”? I heard him saying to come in, he was mounting stamps in an album, “What about my foot massage”? “You still want one after last night”? he sounded really worried, “Steve, it’s because of last night I still want one” I was now standing behind him my arms around his neck, “Do you want to do it in your room or mine”? “I’m not bothered” I turned around and saw the key in his lock, I walked to the door and turned the key, “We’ll do it her”? “Ok then sit up on the bed” he moved the chair around to face the bed, Hang on I have something to do first, standing right in front of him I started to strip off, with the last piece of clothing hitting the floor I sat on the bed, he went to pick my foot up, I wagged my finger at him, “Not yet” “What”? “Strip” as he undressed I told him I knew what he had been doing and how I was mad at him, but as I thought about it I realised “You made love to me with love, caring and passion, and not just a quick, wham bam, like some of my ex boy friends, so, come on, start with my feet and the rest is all yours”. He was naked in a flash, the attention he gave my feet was as good and long as other times, he moved up my legs and brushed his fingers up my side and to my tit’s, his fingers circled my nipples, his tongue replaced them moments later, I was lost to him, nothing could have stopped us from that moment on.

His love making was like nothing I had experienced before, he only had thoughts for me, I had to be pleased and satisfied before he was.

We rolled together, face to face, our arms and legs entwined, as the night before we just looked into each other’s eyes until sleep came over us.

I woke with a start when his alarm went off; I didn’t bother with one, I was on my side and Steve was spooning me, his arm around me holding me close, turning my head I saw he was awake, “Morning lover” “Morning Julie” turning to face him I asked how he was feeling today, “Happy but confused, happy about the sex, but confused as to why if you knew I manipulated you” I stopped him by kissing him” Shut up and fuck me” twenty minutes later, I un locked his door and went to my room, I showered and dressed, mom and dad were out, a note left on the table told us they had gone out for the day.

I started courting but for six months each night it was my brother Steve’s bed I slept in, or he in mine, I moved into my own flat, I had a few boyfriends over the next two years, but all were judged on my brothers standards, I found one who came pretty close, we even got engaged, but then I found him with my best friend and he was sent on his way.

Three months passed and I made a phone call to Steve, “Hi Bro, are you busy” No, why”? “Just wondering if you could come over and give me a foot massage” “Do you know what time it is”? “Yes ten past midnight” “It’ll take me half an hour to get there you know” “Yes I know, so are you coming over then” I opened the door to him naked. He stayed the night, and is still here six months later.