by Candy Quinn
“Shit,” he cursed.
She heard it too, and in a sudden flurry of panic, the two of them decoupled and grabbed for their clothes. It was a race for the stairs, and the siblings ran for their separate rooms to get dressed and avoid getting caught in the act of incest.
~Chapter 27~
Sylvia couldn’t believe how close her and her step-brother had come to throwing away all decency. All common sense. Their entire future, maybe!
Though hadn’t they already done that?
Just because he didn’t pop her cherry didn’t mean that she didn’t cum on his hand, didn’t finger herself while giving him a blow job. That she couldn’t still taste his load in her mouth, and the sticky wetness between her thighs.
She lay atop her bed, though, and she wasn’t sated. Not yet. She still wanted so much more. To know what he’d feel like, slipping into her, making her cry out. He’d rubbed his cock against her pussy and it had felt electric. Like nothing else she’d ever experienced, and she wanted it again.
Worst of all, she wanted it to be him. It was like a switch had flipped in her brain, and now, all she could think about was Zach fucking her. It had been an obsession all day, ever since she found her panties in his room. After realizing he’d jerked off into them.
And then she’d put them on, just to feel them against her.
It was sick, and wrong, but she’d never been so turned on in her life. To know that her brother had watched her masturbate. To think of how his weight felt atop her, how good his cock felt, threatening her innocence.
Her fingers went down, snaking into her panties, feeling that wet, throbbing bud with a whimper.
She hadn’t heard anyone come in, but honestly, her heart was pounding so hard she could barely hear. If it were her parents home, though, they’d have surely made a noise, right?
She didn’t know, but she was too terrified to leave her room. Terrified of what she might do with her brother.
Terrified of what she wanted to do with him.
~Chapter 28~
Zach hurried to get dressed, and when he heard nobody come in, he finally ventured back downstairs. There, the knocks were coming at the door, and he could see the shadow of someone through the side windows.
Whoever, it was, wasn’t their parents, and he was pissed at them for ruining the most intense moment of his life.
A moment where he’d very nearly slipped his dick into his little sister and claimed her virginity.
A scowl crossed his face as he tugged his shirt back into position and made his way over to the door. A glance out the window though, told him he wasn’t going to be happy about this. But he wouldn’t be allowed to show it.
“What are you doing here? Is everything okay?” he asked, pulling open the door for his aunt.
The diminutive woman pushed in on past him, so much shorter than him. It was easy to see what side of the family she was from.
“You took a long time to answer the door, I was starting to get worried!” she exclaimed, helping herself on in, looking around, inspecting the place like she was the cops looking for unlawful activity.
“Why are you here, Aunt Betty?” he asked again, slowly closing the door as he looked her over in her beige skirt and jacket. She looked like she’d just come from her real estate job.
“Your parents have been worried sick,” she said, stepping out and looking into the living room before peering back at him. “They’ve been calling you for days without answer, and you’ve not been checking in like you were supposed to. So they called me over.”
Zach felt ready to kick himself. They were supposed to check in with their parents every day, to make sure things were fine. He’d been avoiding it, of course, hoping that Sylvia was taking care of it so he didn’t have to. He guessed they both let that tedious task drop.
“Zach!” She said, sounding disappointed as she made her way into the living room. “You’ve got a piece of pizza here, splattered onto the coffee table!”
A leftover from Sylvia and his filthy little tryst. A discarded piece of pizza he’d had not the time to lay down even.
He ran his fingers through his blonde hair, his dark eyes intense upon the woman. He had to get rid of her, and fast.
Fuck, for all he knew, Sylvia was upstairs rubbing one out, and then their chance might be lost forever.
His chance.
“Yea, Sylvia’s a pig,” he said finally, going over to the slice and picking it back up, putting it in its box. The rest of the pizza had cooled, and he put it aside. “But we’re clearly fine. Just busy. Sylvia had her gymnastic thing, and I’ve had practice. Must’ve slipped our minds to call, but we’re fine.”
His aunt screwed up a corner of her lips and walked about the place in her heels, purse over her shoulder as she studied the place, inspected his pizza box that was all but forgotten.
“I hope you haven’t only been eating this junk,” she said, glancing back at him before heading through the kitchen. “Maybe I should stay and cook you and your sister a nice meal before I go,” she said, tapping her toes upon the flooring.
He had to hide his scowl. Play nice. Ignore the throbbing in his pants, the scent of his sister still lingering on his member. What was she doing upstairs? He strained his ears but he couldn’t hear anything. Why didn’t she come down to see who it was?
The memory of her pleasuring herself, lost to the throes of pleasure went through his mind once more. Her slim body contorting in wanton, carnal passion. He wanted to feel it against him.
Now.
“Naw, Aunt Betty. We only got it in celebration of Sylvia’s thing, since it’s Saturday and all. Seriously, we’re fine. I’ll go call my parents right away, promise.”
She took her time, contemplating her words as she tapped her toes. She looked from him, to the pizza box, then around the kitchen. Thankfully Sylvia had been cleaning up the mess of previous pizza boxes, otherwise his attempts to convince her they’d been eating responsibly would’ve all failed miserably.
Yet still… the serious looking older woman was not quite persuaded.
“Well…” she started, drawing the word out before she got to what she was going to say.
Zach knew he had to head it off, get her gone.
“Besides, you look like you’ve been workin’ today. Last thing you need to do is come here to prepare a meal, after a long day’s work, when we just bought a celebratory pizza,” he said, trying to play on that aspect.
It seemed to work, as her lips quirked up into a little half-smile.
Like he was every bit the respectful young man.
He smiled, all charm as he felt like he was really onto something. He walked towards her a few feet, shaking his head.
“It’s hard enough having to work on the weekend. Seriously, go home, relax. Maybe we can all get together next week and Sylvia can cook something up.”
It seemed to work, mostly.
“That sounds lovely,” and he could feel the but coming before she even said it, “but you shouldn’t put all those domestic responsibilities upon your sister like that. She’s an athlete too, you know Zach? Make sure you treat her with respect for that,” she said, giving him a soft-yet-stern look to make sure her point was driven home.
He mustn’t roll his eyes. He mustn’t roll his eyes. He mustn’t roll his eyes.
Zach looked downwards, as if he were sheepish and she totally had him pegged. He nodded, and remembered the day before when he’d seen Sylvia on the gymnastic floor, moving with such fluid grace.
Just like how she should be moving atop his cock before their aunt stopped by, unannounced.
“Just keep that in mind, okay?” she said as he escorted her back to the front door, with one final inspection around the place. “And make sure you call your parents, I don’t want to hear from them all worried again. They’re supposed to be relaxing. And I’ve got work to do,” she added on wryly, reaching out to give him a pat on the chest.
“Look after Sylvia now, like
a good big brother,” she said.
“I will,” he promised, and he was worried for a second she’d find another reason to linger. The soft scent of sex in the air was still strong to him, and his nostrils flared, needing it more than anything else in the world. How long had Aunt Betty been there? Half hour? Longer?
What the fuck was Sylvia doing upstairs?
Aunt Betty left and got in her car, and Zach forced himself to wait to make sure she was gone completely as he locked the door and felt his mind wander back to Sylvia. Hell, it’d hardly ever been torn away for more than a second. The whole time his aunt was there, his dick had been throbbing in his pants dangerously, at the thought of his little sister and all they’d do. Would do.
When at last, she pulled out of the driveway he turned and made his way back to the stairs. He didn’t mean to run, just hurry, but run was the only way to describe the bounds he made up those stairs, barreling towards Sylvia’s room.
~Chapter 29~
It was quiet, though the light was on. Zach stood there for a few moments, listening, but there was only silence on the other end.
His heart was pounding, and he didn’t know what he was expecting to hear. The sound of her pleasuring herself?
What else could she have been doing up here as he had to deal with their aunt?
He placed his hand on the doorknob, turning it slowly. He held his breath as he pushed the door inwards a crack and looked to her bed.
There was his step-sister, still half undressed, her hand cupping her sex. Her breath rose in an even cadence, and his brows furrowed.
Was she asleep?
Zach looked her over, her top still pulled up and her breasts exposed from beneath her turtleneck. It didn’t seem like she’d even bothered to pull on her pants, and they lay on the floor at the foot of her bed.
He crept in, closing the door softly behind him, but she didn’t jolt or startle at all.
His breathing increased. She looked so vulnerable. His eyes trailed her lean body, over her toned thighs and along the flat of her belly. She had a gymnast’s body, of course, and he never really took the time to appreciate just what that meant.
He’d always teased her for her flat chest, but looking at the sweet, perky things topped with those stiff little nipples was making his cock throb in his pants. She always looked like her nips were a little hard, even as she slumbered.
She made a soft moan and shifted, and for a second he thought she might’ve woken up, but she simply adjusted herself and pet her little pussy before stilling once more.
He walked in a few steps, watching her intently. The way her ribs poked through a little, and he watched as they rose and fell with her slumbering breath. He was throbbing harder as he neared her.
She was totally at his mercy.
Even more than when she’d been begging for him to spear her and take her virginity. He’d been so damn close.
But he knew that if he touched her, she’d wake up. And if she woke up, maybe she’d change her mind.
Unless she woke up in the right mood, he reasoned. So he started to strip off his clothes again, tearing away that shirt to reveal his rock hard pecs and abs, those thick muscles bulging hard and delightfully tanned. He tossed his top to the floor of her bedroom, then hooked his thumb into his jeans as he undid the zipper. They were gone in a couple swift motions, letting that thick, veiny shaft spring out, standing out at attention before him as his heavy sac dangled beneath him.
He closed the distance between them and could smell her scent so heavy in the air. She smelled so damn sweet. He leaned down, settling his heavy body on the foot of the bed, waiting in stillness for her to readjust.
And just as she did, her legs parted and he could smell her even more, and he leaned in, inhaling that scent.
He’d watched her get off, she’d given him a blow job, and he’d made her cum. But now, sitting there and watching her sleep, all he wanted to do was taste her. To make her wake up, feeling so pleasured and horny that she couldn’t do anything but jump his bone and ride him raw.
After all, there was a chance she’d changed her mind. That she’d gotten frightened off by almost getting caught and now wouldn’t want to go all the way. But with his face in her pussy?
How could she resist?
He leaned in, lowering himself as smoothly as he could. He wasn’t as graceful or agile as her, with his footballer’s body, but this was important and he couldn’t fuck it up.
Everything rode on seducing his younger sister. He wanted her so damn bad, wanted to feel her slender little body beneath him, wrapped all around him. So he got down, hooked his pointer finger into her panties and gently tugged them aside, exposing her puffy little cunny lips, still wet and glistening. Still smelling of her arousal.
He admired their beauty, how delicate and lovely they appeared, then without a thought, he simply leaned in, and extended his tongue, licking along her slit from bottom to top, tasting her honey as his eyes shut and he gave a low little groan of excitement.
He’d never done that before, not for any of his other ‘girlfriends’ or groupies. Never wanted to.
But hearing that sweet moan from his sister’s lips was like heaven, though she didn’t quite wake. Not fully.
Her eyes fluttered, but then she stilled once more, and he moved in, tasting that bare, virginal slit once more.
His two big hands grasped her thighs, spread her slender legs as he got down to eat that pretty, pink pussy. He was ravenous for her, he realized. She was like a beautiful meal at a five star restaurant, and he suddenly felt like he hadn’t eaten in a week.
His tongue lashed at her gash, tasting her, then up to tease at her little clit, nudge the hood about it back and flick its sensitive bud. He wanted to toy with her initially, but his every action was driven by desire and hunger once he got going.
He always felt like he had it under control, that he had his urges under control, until her.
Then he was a wild beast.
She moaned again, her hips lifting towards him, begging for more with her body, even as she only slowly woke. Her dark lashes fluttered a bit faster as that golden halo of hair around her head was mussed by the pillow.
She’d frigged herself into unconsciousness, but Zach was determined to take advantage of that. To please her pretty little body until she was panting and begging for him again. He wanted her desperate for him, so he could make it happen with her, and be the one to truly take her virginity once and for all.
He licked her pussy with such fervor, again and again, his energy unabated as he ate her twat and kept a firm hold upon her pale, ivory legs.
She was starting to moan so loud, and he was glad they were the only ones home. Surely someone would hear the way she was panting out those sweet little ‘yes’es. For her it was all just a sweet and very real dream, but for him, it was heaven. Trapped between those lithe thighs, eating her out...
It’s something he’d never have admitted to doing, eating out a girl, and he supposed if he was going to be eating out anyone, it better be his sister. Who was she going to tell?
His reputation was still safe.
Though when her hand moved to her chest, touching herself in a dazed and half-awake manner, he nearly lost it. His cock throbbed against his thigh and his heart raced. He wanted to take her so bad, but she had to beg first.
He redoubled his effort, licking and lashing at her pink little flower. Using what he knew about eating pussy from videos online and shooting the shit with guys to try and give her as much pleasure as he could. Because for once he actually found himself wanting really badly to please a girl.
Maybe it was because it was his sister, and not just any ol’ slut. Maybe it was because she was about to have her first time.
Or maybe it was just because she was that special…
Whatever it was, he wanted to tongue fuck her to bliss, and make her call his name as he did so.
He wanted to possess her, utterly.
~Ch
apter 30~
Her body prickled with sensation, awakening with such an awareness of the pleasure going through her. Part of her didn’t want to open her eyes, to wake up and stop such an amazing dream. It felt so real, and so good.
She brushed against her chest, going to her nipple and clumsily palming it as she felt such slick wetness between her thighs. She was so turned on, she could barely believe it.
Her lashes fluttered, but she begged them to stay closed, to keep her trapped in her dream.
She’d gotten so close with Zach, and she knew it was wrong. So wrong.
But she wanted to go all the way. She hated whoever was at the door, whoever made him have to stop from thrusting into her. She wanted to know what a real man felt like, but more than that... She wanted him.
It was fucked up. Maybe it was because he’d teased her for so long and now was showing his true colours. Or maybe the feelings were still lingering from when she first met him and they went to the waterpark. He was the first guy her own age she’d seen topless, and it took her years before she repressed that memory.
It had all resurfaced, though, when she felt his cock throb against her the other day when they were playing around on the sofa. And now, her body screamed with need for him.
“Zach,” she murmured, her mind hazy with pleasure as she broached that pinnacle. Could she cum in her sleep?
She had a feeling she was going to find out.
The intensity of warm, pleasurable feelings in her loins only mounted after all, the motions of that tongue bringing her to an ever rising height. She felt her spine curve, her taut tummy push upwards as her breathing grew short and laboured. Sylvia was cresting that wave of intense pleasure as Zach ate her out.
He wasn’t just the first man she’d ever seen topless: he was always a gorgeous male specimen. Sculpted, fit, tall and strong. He was everything she could want and then some, beyond expectations or reason.