Chapter 11: The Change: Little Sister Bonding Time (Part 2)Chapter Text
Joseph woke up next to his conquest of the night before: his little sister Clara, barely 21. She was still asleep, the carefree face of youth after the loss of her innocence. When Joseph looked at her, he instinctively found her beautiful. She was only beautiful, but to Joseph, she was like the apple of his eye. When they were younger and their parents were working, it was Joseph's job to look after his sister, then aged 4. Over the years, he took on more and more of Clara's care as their parents left for other jobs. Joseph practically raised his little sister as if she were his own daughter.
He got up after 5 minutes, collected his things, wrote a letter and kissed Clara on the forehead as he left. She smiled slightly, but didn't wake up. An hour later, the young woman awoke from her sleep. She realized that her brother had already left. Getting up, she found the letter on the table and opened it:
"Dear Clara, I'm not writing this to give you bad news, but to tell you about a memory that came back to me last night. When we were children, our parents sometimes went far away to work without taking us with them. So you were in my care. Taking care of you and making sure you were clean, fed and healthy was a sign that my parents had confidence in me. Like everyone else, I'd struggled in my early days, but I'd come to understand the way you functioned and the pace of your life. When you were at middle school, I always dreaded the day when someone would approach you. Either to hurt you, or to separate you from me. That day never came, much to my surprise. When I was in high school, one of my classmates with a reputation for womanizing started talking about you in a conversation about conquests in the school. What he said about you and the look on his face sent me into a frenzy, so I beat him and left him almost dead as a warning to the others. Anyone who spoke ill of my sister would be sent almost six feet under. I was expelled from high school immediately and never really went back to school. My love for you is different from the love a brother has for his sister. You represent everything I'm trying to protect. You'll also find two objects, a gold ring engraved with our birth dates that I made for you and the key to my room next to the Town Hall. If these words haven't made you hate me, you're entitled to come and use your key whenever you like. I love you and will always love you, Joseph."
Clara felt tears streaming down her face. She never knew what her brother had done for her, or how he really felt about her. This letter and the memory of the previous evening are the undeniable material proof of the more than brotherly love her big brother had for her since their early childhood.
She put the ring on her finger, folded the letter and put it in her bag. She dressed in the spare clothes she'd brought for the evening and headed home, reflecting on the letter's revelations and how she felt about it all.
Joseph, for his part, shut himself up at work and saw almost no one all day. He was even determined to drown his uncertainty about his relationship with his sister in alcohol when he smelled a tantalizing odor coming from his bedroom kitchen. Clara was there, cooking, apron over her shoulders and hands in the pots. She smiled at him as he entered.
"Good evening, Joseph. Did you have a good day? It was pretty quiet for me." Began the young woman.
"Good evening, Clara. Work was complicated today." Replied the man.
"I got your letter." Clara dropped like a bomb.
"And what did you think? Joseph asked, nervous about the answer.
"You should have told me you'd done all this for me." Clara exclaimed, looking annoyed.
"I know I should have. And I'm sorry if it upset you, that you felt you'd been manipulated by me..." He was cut off.
"Manipulated?! Joseph, I'm not upset because you revealed to me that you beat a man almost to death who spoke ill of me even though I never knew him, but because you revealed to me that you cared for me and had romantic feelings for me without telling me to my face!" Clara shouted.
Joseph didn't know how to respond to this. He kept thinking of the thousand ways she could humiliate him in front of everyone, but she stopped him in his torment.
"You don't even answer..."
"Do you hate me?" Asks the man, shyly.
"Hate you?! But it drives me crazy that you're so stupid. No, Joseph, I don't hate you because I'm simply incapable of doing so. I'm angry, yes, because I'd have preferred it if you'd told me in person that you loved me, because I've always loved you too, and not like a sister should..."
Joseph was surprised by his little sister's answer. He asked her if she had tried on the ring or not, and she replied by showing him the ring on her finger. Joseph kissed her to show his love once again and end the argument.
The couple ate with smiles and good humor what Clara had prepared: beef stew with carrots, the only recipe Clara had mastered yet. The world was perfect for them at that moment.
After the succulent meal, Joseph took a shower to remove the bad smells and waves of the long day he'd spent at the Town Hall. When he'd finished, he went into the bedroom to find Clara lying on the bed in naughty lingerie consisting of white lace panties and a white lace robe. She'd put on the lip gloss he'd given her for her 18th birthday.
"You have a gift for grooming your entrances. You look beautiful tonight, Clara."
"It's a good thing I take care of my entrances or I wouldn't be incredible. Thanks for the compliment, you're not bad yourself, handsome."
Clara observed her big brother just getting out of the shower. The towel around his waist, hiding his proud member, easily highlighted the man's bulging muscles. He approached her and kissed her with a real feeling of love, which she immediately returned. She removed the towel and took the cock in her hands and brought it to her mouth. She sucked it like it was the best candy in the world, which perhaps it was for her. Joseph felt his little sister's wonderful tongue swirl around the tip of his cock, then pushed every inch as deep into her throat as she could.
Joseph tenderly stroked her hair as the girl he loved most in the world prepared him for a night of love and sex without any contract. A first for Joseph in almost a year and half. She paused once to remove her robe and reveal her breasts. When he sensed that her tongue and neck were becoming numb, the man Clara would call " my love " in the next minutes made her lie down on the bed, removed her panties and naughtily put them in her mouth and spread her thighs.
He began by kissing her belly, then her thighs and finally her pussy. His tongue, alternating between licking and light penetration, gave Clara incredible sensations. She moaned, arched her back and came while wetting Joseph's face.
Joseph stood up, kissed Clara on the mouth and thanked her for quenching his thirst, which made Clara laugh. She then asked him to insert himself inside her to be connected again and become one. He kissed her acceptance as he inserted his member into her slit. She moaned with pleasure as Joseph worked to make the moment magical. Clara asks him to take her cute pear-shaped breasts in his hands and lick them like a child. Joseph performs with pleasure, at the same time increasing the pace in her pelvis. She moans, first from the stimulation of her breasts and then from the movements of his cock in her pussy, loudly.
Joseph stops licking his breasts to concentrate on his little sister's tongue. An hour of pure pleasure has just passed and Joseph changes position for the 10th time and Clara is on her 9th orgasm. He knows that today he's got plenty of cum in store, so he pushes his long, powerful cock all the way in until Clara comes again and releases the first dose of cum inside her. She exults in happiness as a reward, but she knows that the real reward will come later. She asks him to put her on his knees and paint her face white with the rest of the sperm.
Joseph puts her on his knees like a servant before his lord and comes, painting her angelic little face with the milky, gooey white of his prodigious cum.
"So hot, so gooey and all over my face. I feel like a donut covered in glaze."
"And you're beautiful like that. I'll take a photo to immortalize this moment."
"Thanks for the compliment. I'd kiss you but..."
"...I'm not ready to taste my own glazing."
The two lovers take a shower to clean up and get into bed. She tells him she'll help prepare their mother if she decides to take part in the program. Sleeping like graves after an emotionally-charged day, they think no more of misfortune.