Lika-Angelika

On the morning of that day, I got up early as usual, had breakfast alone with a cup of coffee and a sandwich. Then I quickly got dressed and went for a run. I had to run 3 kilometers today, and, moreover, finish under nine minutes, which corresponded to the first category in running. But I was preparing to qualify for Candidate Master of Sports, and for that I needed to "shave off" another half a minute. I had the whole summer ahead of me for training, so I had no doubt—I would pass.

Oh, yes! I forgot to introduce myself and tell you about myself as a preface to the story. My name is Artyom, I study at the Institute of Physical Education, I finished my first year. I live in Moscow with my sister—Angelika, whom I simply call

Lika. My sister and I are twins, born on the same day, only I was six minutes earlier. We don't look much alike, but our characters are similar—both of us are "no picnic." But it absolutely doesn't stop us from being the closest people in the world. Our parents are adoptive, we knew about it from a very early age. Our biological mother died on the operating table right after giving birth, and we were taken in by our mother's sister, who, by a strange twist of fate, was infertile.

So, our actual parents became our biological uncle and aunt. We haven't even heard about our (biological) father. When my sister and I turned eighteen, our parents offered us to live separately from them—in our mother's two-room apartment. We were thrilled. At that time, I was already studying in my first year at the institute and worked part-time in the evenings and during holidays as a trainer at a fitness center. My sister, however, studied at a theater institute and didn't work anywhere, well, except for rare appearances as an extra. So, I provided money for both of us. Our parents, of course, helped, paid the bills and gave us pocket money, but what is that—small change for young people in Moscow! So my job was just a godsend. Lika often begged me for money, either for a nightclub, or for cafes, or for another piece of clothing. I always gave her as much as she needed. Well, and she didn't offend me—she introduced me to her cute girlfriends and "in every possible way" helped them with advice that led the girls to my bed. That's how we lived. Well, okay—I'll continue the story.

So, that very morning I came back from my run frustrated—a light rain started outside, my clothes got wet, and I—didn't finish under nine minutes. I couldn't catch up with those annoying ten seconds. I was angry with myself. I entered the apartment, slammed the door. Muttering "hello" to my sister, who was dancing in the kitchen in a nightgown and headphones, I went to the bathroom to wash off the sweat of my labor. Those who know the layout of Soviet "Khrushchyovka" apartments know that from the bathroom to the kitchen, under the ceiling, for some unknown reason, there is a fairly large window. I'm a tall guy, almost two meters tall, when I stand in the bathtub, I can easily see what's happening in the kitchen.

I stood in the bathtub under the strong, hot streams of the shower and began to turn, exposing my whole body to them. And out of the corner of my eye, I accidentally saw what my sister was doing in the kitchen. She stood at the kitchen counter, slightly sitting on it with her butt, and, sipping coffee, was thoughtfully looking out the window. Slowly, with the fingers of her other hand, she began to scratch her pussy through her thin nightgown. Her movements became more obvious and sharp. I, without looking away, watched the act of her self-satisfaction. Lika finally lifted her short nightgown and slipped her hand under the elastic of her thin silk panties, already completely wet along the slit. Over the next three minutes, she actively worked there with her fingers, then came, and then pulled her wet fingers out of her slit and licked them. I don't know why, but this aroused me extremely, even though I hadn't noticed a sexual attraction to my own sister before. Although, Lika, of course, is very cute. I won't say that she's, like, a beauty! But she's a thin, slender brunette with long curly hair, brown-eyed, very smiley and sociable. Her figure is athletic, her tummy, butt, breasts—wow! Everything is so perfect—can't take away, can't add! Guys swarm around her. She dated one, then another. She even sleeps regularly with the current one, it seems! I try not to interfere in her personal relationships until she complains to me. But I hadn't considered Lika herself as an object for sex until that day. Yes, I was pleased that my sister was smart and beautiful, but it was a feeling of pride for her. But from that moment on, everything somehow changed. I realized that my little sister is a very attractive woman, and I wanted to be with her, as a man, to be partly inside her! My cock shot up so hard that it seemed it would burst from the blood filling it. I relieved the tension in the way known to everyone. Then I wrapped myself in a towel and left the bathroom. In my room, I quickly got dressed, thinking about what had made me so aroused. I was in a hurry to get to work—for a short morning shift (4 hours). I left the room and ran into Lika, she was also getting ready to go somewhere.

— Tyom, give me five thousand! — she asked.

— Take it from my bag, you know where — I said — Only I don't know if there will be five grand there.

Lika was already counting the money.

— I took five, you have two left! — she said.

— Okay, it'll be enough for me until Monday, and then I'll get my salary.

— Thank you! You're very kind — said Lika and kissed me on the cheek — As always, by the way!

— Yeah. Kind. Just don't forget about it during the day! — I answered her — Maybe you'll bring Tanya over again for a bit—she's just awesome? Last time I fucked her good, she must have liked it.

— Okay, Casanova! — my sister giggled — I'll talk to her. Bye!

I left the apartment and went to work. The workday flew by surprisingly quickly. I couldn't stop thinking about my little sister and what I had witnessed.

After work, I returned home. It was only two in the afternoon. Lika wasn't back yet. She was supposed to come with her girlfriend only around six in the evening. In light of today's events, I decided to quietly inspect my little sister's room.

I entered, opened the closet, studied her things. Then I opened the chest of drawers, admired her underwear, felt the thin lace and silk. Yes, my little sister loves beautiful and expensive clothes! How much stuff is here—and all bought with my money. My hand felt something under a stack of laundry, I lifted it and pulled out into the light a small realistic rubber cock-vibrator. I smirked, studying Lika's toy. So, my sister doesn't like big sizes? I continued the search. In the next drawer, I found vaginal balls on a string. M-m-m, she's quite a piece of work! Her personal life was opening up for me from a new, amazing and exciting side. I opened another drawer of the chest of drawers, and was surprised! There were porn magazines scattered, condoms, bottles of anal and vaginal lube. Wow! So my little sister really loves to satisfy herself, adores sex. My cock was hard as a rock. Wow, I was so aroused! I quickly put all the things back in place, tidied up, as if I had never been there.

I left my sister's room and went to my room, where I lay down on my sofa, took my cock out of my pants and started jerking it off, imagining my naked little sister in lewd and seductive poses. I came very quickly and powerfully. That's some arousal! I hadn't experienced that in a long time. After cleaning the consequences of my ejaculation from my fist with wet wipes, I took my laptop, and, opening an incognito page, typed into the search: "attraction to sister." I read for a long time what psychologists write, that it's a pathology, that you should be afraid of it like fire, treat it, almost with haloperidol. But on one of the medical forums, I read the opinion of one of the doctors, which I liked and was shocked by—that there is nothing shameful or terrible about it, that in many cultures sex between relatives is not taboo. If, of course, it's sex between adult, responsible relatives, aware of what they are doing, it's voluntary and has the character of a sexual game, aims to strengthen family bonds and satisfy partners, and not procreation, then for God's sake—go ahead, but only privately—don't bring this issue into society—and everything will be fine.

This opinion calmed me down and even gave me strength and mood. I cleaned up in the kitchen, preparing to meet my little sister and her girlfriend, with whom I might have sex today. I didn't notice how time flew by. At half past five, the key turned in the lock, and Lika entered the apartment.

At the sight of her, I realized she was upset, something was wrong with her.

— Lik, what happened to you? — I asked anxiously.

— Oh, it's nothing! — Lika sniffled.

— Problems? — I asked — Tell me…

— It's all this new guy of mine, Max — Lika said quietly, walking into the kitchen — Don't pay attention…

— Tell me, why do I have to pull everything out of you like with pliers?! — I got indignant — Sit down, here!

I pushed a chair towards her. Lika sat down, wiped her nose with a handkerchief and began to tell me.

— That asshole is not only dating me, but also Lizka from the parallel group — she sobbed — I found out they slept together, can you imagine! Well, I argued with him. We broke up, in short!

— And you're so upset because of that? — I smirked — You'll find a new one!

— Easy for you to say, you've never loved anyone, but I loved him. I wanted to marry him. And the sex with him was so awesome…

— Come on, little sister! Spit and rub it in! — I told her — Don't lose your pride. Everything will work out—he's not the only one in the world!

— Oh, Tyoma! — she suddenly exclaimed — I completely forgot about your request, with all my problems. I didn't talk to Tanyushka! I can say I deprived you of sex today.

— Oh, come on! It's okay! — I smiled at her and joked: — I'll manage with my own hand—it's not the first time!

My sister gave me a surprised look, after all, we tried to avoid such topics in conversations.

— Oh, come on! — I laughed — Like you've never masturbated!

— Tyom, enough! You made me blush.

— I know what we need to do! — I hurried to smooth over the situation — We need to get drunk! And when we're drunk, without embarrassment, discuss all the problems directly! You just need it, look—you're a bundle of nerves!

My sister smiled and nodded at me. I took a large bottle of whiskey and glasses from the bar, and Lika quickly whipped up a salad and a simple snack from the fridge. We turned on the TV in the kitchen so it would chatter quietly in the background and started drinking.

We drank slowly, savoring the good eighteen-year-old "Chivas," and chatted about everything.

Lika quickly got drunk—she rarely drank strong drinks. But we continued to drink until we finished the whole bottle! Drunk and already barely thinking, Lika moved to sit next to me on the sofa, and I put my arm around her shoulders. Lika put her head on my chest and asked sadly:

— Why do all guys act like bastards? Cheat on you when you're faithful to them? Don't like to open up, don't show their tenderness and love?

I just kept silent, stroked her curly dark hair and kissed the top of her head.

— I wish my boyfriend was like you! — Lika said quietly — You're perfect.

And she stroked my thigh with her palm. I felt myself getting aroused from her light touches.

— Lik, time to sleep, probably? — I asked her.

— Uh-huh! Carry me to bed, because I can't get there myself — she asked, slightly whining, like a little girl.

I lifted her thin body in my arms and carried her to her bedroom. We entered the room. I, without turning on the light, laid her on the bed.

— Good night, baby! — I whispered to her, about to leave for my room.

— Tyomochka, help me undress — Lika said in a pleading whisper — I'm incapable of anything right now!

I was slightly embarrassed, but in my head the words of that unknown psychologist suddenly surfaced: that sex between brother and sister, although not the norm, does occur. I decided to help my little sister.

I reached out my hands and began to unbutton the buttons on her light blouse. When I went from top to bottom, I slipped it off my sister's shoulders and helped her free herself from the sleeves. In the dim city light from the uncurtained window, her white body and the light, tight lace bra squeezing my sister's breasts were quite visible. I threw the crumpled blouse onto a chair and moved lower, to Lika's skirt. I unbuttoned the side button, zipped down the zipper. Lika lifted her butt so I could pull her skirt down.

I took the hem and pulled. The skirt slid off my sister's hips. I threw it on the chair too. Then it was the turn of the stockings. I took my sister by the legs and pulled off the light beige stockings. Before my eyes was my sister in her underwear, sprawled on the rumpled bed.

— Give me my nightgown — my sister asked — It's in the closet, hanging right on the edge.

I handed her a thin, short silk peignoir and was about to leave the bedroom.

— Where are you going? — Lika hissed — Help me put it on!

I sat down again next to my sister lying on the bed.

— What should I do? — I asked her.

— Take my bra off — my sister whispered — and help me put on the nightgown.

She turned her back to me so I could unfasten the hooks on her bra. I took off her lace bra and threw it with the rest of the clothes. My sister sat up on the bed, embarrassing me with the sight of her beautiful high breasts, and stretched her arms up so I could put the nightgown on her. I threw the nightgown over her, guiding her arms under the straps, and pulled the thin fabric down, stretching the silk over my little sister's fleshy and firm breasts.

Thank you! — said Lika, settling into bed under the blanket. She fidgeted, and then took her hand out from under the blanket, holding her panties, and threw them on the chair.

— I don't like sleeping in underwear — she commented, and unexpectedly continued — Lie with me until I fall asleep? Please!

I lay down on the sofa at the edge, wondering if my sister was flirting with me or not. It seemed there was no overt flirtation on her part. Yes, her requests were ambiguous, but did she want sex with me? Or was it really the alcohol, and not my sister?

— I feel so guilty for depriving you of sex today — she began to whisper quickly with her drunken, slurring tongue — Sorry! Listen, let me jerk you off, so you don't have to do it yourself.

I couldn't believe my luck. I pulled down my shorts along with my underwear, my T-shirt, and slipped under the blanket with Lika. Lika spat into her palm, took my cock and quickly started working her hand.

— Likus, maybe we, well, this… — I whispered to