Chapter 7 - Breaking Taboo's

We just stared into each other’s eyes for a long time. A full minute at least, my hand on her cheek, her hands brushing against it while my free arm coiled around her back. Had I even assured her that I loved her too? I don’t think a thought went through my skull until she slowly began to lean in.
 
It started as another peck, but instead of pulling back, she kissed me again, and then again. The action was awkward and mechanical. It almost felt like I was instructing her when I kissed back, holding her by the chin for a good five seconds uninterrupted. The smack of our lips was loud in the quiet kitchen, and once more we stared at each other. 
 
“Can… can we do that again, please?” she asked, looking at me with those big round eyes. Honestly, it felt pretty damn insignificant after what I’d already done. It was just kissing. We spent so long there, standing in the middle of the kitchen, gently meeting lips over and over and over. The little hums of comfort and coziness that she let off were making me melt, like a cat purring in my lap times a magnitude of ten.
 
God… I was just comforting her, wasn’t I? She was on the verge of a panic attack, and I was helping her calm down. I was her therapy animal as much as she was mine. Hell probably more so, lord knows she had it harder coming up in that house than me, she probably needed the support more. Support, is that what I was giving her? Was this bad for her, was this going to traumatize her?
 
I had to remind myself that my sister was a grown-ass woman, not even a year younger than me. She instigated this, she clearly seemed to want this, was it wrong to give it to her? It wasn’t fair to Naruko, but whether my wife or my sister meant more to me was a question I refused to even grapple with. Besides, I’d already betrayed my wife at the highest possible level, what was a little make-out session with another woman whom both of us deeply cared about?
 
It was an excuse, but I knew I didn’t have to willpower to tell Hinata no, I might as well justify it to myself.
 
When her hands finally moved I opened my eyes. Hers were already half-open, I gave her one last peck and we came apart. She averted my gaze, looking down straight ahead, resting her hands on my pecks and rubbing slowly up and down. I grabbed her wrists.
 
“Hinata, you know you could have practically any guy you want. If your lonely there’s plenty of good men out there who would treat you right,” I delicately began explaining. I could see her passive face begin to grow uneasy. 
 
“But you don’t want this?” she asked.
 
“I want you to be part of my life, always, forever,” I assured.
 
“I… I trust you, I feel safe with you… I don’t feel like that often,” she explained, clearly choosing her words very carefully. “I don’t feel that way around anyone else in the world, not even other people I really care about,” she continued, pressing her body against mine. “Remember… remember when you told dad that just needed alone time in order to function? That it was a need just like… like rest or food or something. Then the next day you told me that I didn’t count… that you could be alone with me, that it was even better than being alone by yourself?” a breath was sucked in. “It made me feel so special, and it-it was how I felt too,” she said, starting to fall into sobs again.
 
We really did have a special bond me and her. A side effect of being each other’s only source of positive encouragement for the better end of a decade. I had always worried it wasn’t healthy on some level. A deep, conflicted sigh was the only response to her proclamation. That and snaking my arm to go around her waist once again. 
 
“I…Can we maybe try, just, kissing some more, in bed maybe, in the main guest room?” she asked after settling down; as if the first room on the east wing wasn’t practically hers. As if any guests beside her ever slept in it. There were some perks to having a business tycoon wife, and one of them was half a dozen guest rooms in this big empty house. I still wasn’t sure, but the proclamation didn’t panic me or anything. It didn’t even make my heart speed all that much, probably a good thing considering where her head was burrowed. 
 
“Sure Hinata, we can do that,” I agreed, lifting my hand on her cheek to scratch her on the back of the neck. 
 
Her face got just a faint dusting of red as I gently led her away by the hand. The house still felt so quiet. Each soft footstep was audible, and the closing of the door behind us louder still. I looked over the room as Hinata quickly scampered over to the bed, scampered, she walked like a princess in a hurry, she always did when she was excited. Quick short steps, so goddamn cute. 
 
I looked over the room as I approached. There was a picture frame on the bedside table, one of the few nice photos we had from childhood. Genuine photos I should, a photo taken when we were both genuinely happy. I’d just come home from my first day of school and Hinata practically tackled me, she was so distressed by my absence, so happy to see me again. 
 
Later that day I’d asked dad why exactly she couldn’t just start classes a few months early, come with me tomorrow. 
 
Hinata squeaked as I crawled onto the bed. 
 
I moved slow but wasted no time crawling on top of her, returning my mouth to hers and earning yet another adorable squeak. Just like in the kitchen we seemed to lose track of time joined like that, just lying there, close and comfortable. It almost felt like I could fall back asleep in this embrace.
 
“C-Can, can you take your shirt off?” she asked looking at the wall, face growing just a little redder, like the shade I’d expect from her when some nice boy held her hand for the first time. She already had one of her hands up under my shirt, gently running along my torso. Without thought or hesitation, I obliged her, kneeling up to remove it and then coming right back down to our previous position. “Oh Nago…”
 
She kissed me a little harder. I returned the effort. Our mouths were open now, and our tongues gently poked at each other as our hands explored. One of my graspers found hers, and pinned it to the bed right beside her ear, locking fingers and remaining in place. Feeling the variance in her little squeezes was a great measure for how she was feeling throughout this. 
 
I had to be careful. I’d bet my life she was a virgin.
 
It only then occurred to me that I’d never been with a virgin before. I mean, maybe Sakura but I doubted it. Weren’t virgins were supposed to be super good or something? Right now it just seemed like something to make this already delicate situation a little more fragile. 
 
I let myself grind gently against her, though we were both still clothed down there. I’m sure she could feel how hard I was, the heat radiating from her was certainly apparent. My face was starting to ache, how long had we been kissing, between now and the kitchen. An hour, two? Not possibly long enough, it must have been a psychological thing. All the same, there was relief there when Hinata spoke up again.
 
“Nago please I… I wanna make love,” she whimpered. 
 
Rather than retake her mouth I nested my head down in her hair, mouth right by her ear, my ear right by her mouth. I breathed in deeply, smelling the peach scent of her shampoo. Then, slowly, delicately, I pulled up the simple white sundress she wore and pulled the plain cotton panties down as far as I could manage. Her breathing was picking up. I whispered soft sounds of assurance in her ear as I pulled down my own pajama bottoms. 
 
Kicking them off fully was an easy task from my position, my poor little sister had to wiggle and squirm to get her legs unbound. We both managed. Slowly I slid inside of her, an inch at a time, paying close attention to the noise she made and the ever-tightening grip in our joined hands.
 
“Oh my god,” she muttered as I sheathed myself fully inside.
 
I kissed her cheek.
 
“You doing great Hina, you feel wonderful,” I assured, moving my free hand down to try and further her pleasure.
 
“I love you,”
 
“I love you too,” I whispered, not thinking of anything else in the world as our bodies slowly rocked together. Her own free arm came up to hug my neck, another thing to squeeze as her breathing accelerated. 
 
I wasn’t going to last long. Despite the slow, serene style of our coupling, it was killing me. Or maybe the situation was killing me, or maybe the fact I hadn’t properly made love to my wife in well over a month. Goddamn it what was I thinking letting Naruko into my head right now?
 
Now I was painfully close. I tried to move my hand down south faster, make her cum faster, but her breathing just wasn’t keeping pace with mine. She just wasn’t getting as much pleasure as she was giving from this tender lovemaking. Giving up, I took her mouth in mine, kissing her hard, one last time, as I emptied my cock inside of her. She gave an enthusiastic moan at the action, but it wasn’t an orgasm. 
 
Our lips came apart and I immediately yanked my cock out, ignoring her cry of protest. It didn’t last long, immediately cut off into a sharp gasp as I stuffed three fingers inside of her, aggressively rubbing until she finally let out a long, muffled whine and went still. 
 
My cock was still semi-hard so I slid it back in. Then I heaved a sigh and let myself relax on top of her.
 
Our hands were still locked together.
 
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