by Candy Quinn
It was as if all the orgasms she’d ever had throughout the years had culminated in that one moment, and even though she knew she had to be quiet, she couldn’t stop it. Gasps for breath as her back arched and her nipple ached with such fierce sensation.
Her pussy throbbed a bright red colour, looking so puffy from her arousal as she came. She could fight it no more than she could fight gravity.
* * *
Zach
It was inevitable that Zach would come to check up on her after that scream. When he opened the door, he couldn’t have expected the sight.
His pale, thin sister, writhing on the bed with one nipple pinned by a clothespin, her pussy gushing warm juices onto the pale, pink bedspread, all as some upbeat pop song sounded in the background.
“Oh fuck,” he muttered, and he started to close the door, but he instead lingered, watching just outside as she bucked. Her graceful motions were contorted with pleasure outside of her control, and her body was flushed from her intense arousal.
His cock throbbed awake in his pants as she slowly came down off her high, her small chest rising and falling in quick succession.
He closed the door before she came back to reality, standing outside of it as his heart beat heavy in his chest.
* * *
Sylvia
She was sure she’d heard something, but when she opened her blue eyes and looked at the door, it was closed. She paused the music and listened hard, but there was no sounds at all.
She sucked in a breath of relief, her entire body still quivering from her orgasm as she unpinned her nipple.
“Well that was fun,” she said with a little bit of a laugh at herself, reaching for her jeans.
* * *
Zach
“I swear to God, man. She wasn’t just playing with it. She was really fucking into it,” Zach said, his voice a bit hushed as he and Jacob played games in Jacob’s rec room. They were both sprawled on the leather couch, though they kept dying as Zach recounted the story of finding his sister masturbating.
“Right after you got off the phone with me?” Jacob asked, and Zach knew what he was getting at. Hearing Zach tease her about Jacob sent her to her room to get off.
Jacob was already puffed up from news of the crush, let alone the idea that she was masturbating to him. For some reason, it pissed Zach off. It was one thing to be teasing his sister about her crush, but it was another thing altogether his friend getting into it.
“Ya, I guess,” Zach said, his enthusiasm dwindled. Why was he so mad about it anyways?
It didn’t matter. In a few seconds, Jacob’s character was shot, and Zach grinned at his accomplishment.
“You killed me, you dick,” Jacob said, punching Zach in the shoulder, his dark eyes glinting with annoyance. “Fuck, you’re on my team, ass.”
Zach muttered an apology, but he didn’t feel it.
“So come on, man. Tell me. What’s your sweet little sister’s body like, huh?”
“She’s three days younger than me, man. Not exactly my little sister.”
Jacob rolled his eyes.
“What, you don’t wanna tell? What’s her tits like, huh? They’re not much to look at in clothes.”
Again, Zach felt a wave of protectiveness and anger, and he tossed the controller to the side of the couch as he got up, going to the fridge.
“You want a drink?” he asked, grabbing a can of soda for himself. He knew exactly what his little sister’s tits looked like. It wasn’t anything like in the pornos, with their big, swollen tittys. No, hers were tiny, and sweet, and her nipples were as hard as rocks. Her body was so delicate, but resilient, and he had watched her contort in such a flexible manner he couldn’t help but picture her beneath him.
He’d been with a few girls, but they’d all been pretty boring. All just trying to get some popularity from dating a guy on the football team. They just laid beneath him, never seeming all that into it.
But his sister, oh, she was into sex already. The way her legs had parted and she’d lifted her hips into that little vibrator thing she had... It’d given him a great view of her shaved pussy, of the way it was swollen and needy.
Needy for cock.
“Zach?” Jacob said from just behind him, right before he punched his shoulder. “Come on man, toss me one. What’s gotten into you?”
“Nothin’, just thinking,” Zach replied, and he hoped that Jacob wouldn’t notice his stiffy. He handed him a drink and then moved away.
“She wasn’t nothing to look at, if you know what I mean,” Zach said with a shrug, his heart beating faster, but Jacob didn’t look sold.
“Yea, but she’s a gymnast, right? She should do the splits right over my cock, know what I mean?” Jacob laughed, lunging his hips forward in demonstration.
Zach reached out, slugging the other man’s arm hard, his brows furrowed in the center.
“Shut up, man. That’s my sister you’re talking about.”
“Hey, if you didn’t want me to talk about sticking your sister, you shouldn’t have told me she had a crush on me and that she was masturbating after you told me. Sounds to me like she’s ready for me to come over and stick it in. Next time I’m over and your parents are gone, alright, man? You’ll cover for me?”
Zach felt another wave of anger go through him, and he ran his hand through his blonde hair in annoyance.
“Ya, man. Whatever.”
There was no way he was going to let that jackass take his sister. No way in hell.
* * *
Zach couldn’t get his mind off of her. He was lying in bed, and it was already after midnight, but every time he closed his eyes, all he saw was her.
She just looked so blissful. So happy. He’d never seen her look like that before.
With him, she’d always just been a brat, always trying to take his stuff and make googly-eyes at his friends. But in that moment that she’d cum, it was all stripped away, and she was just... Sylvia.
He brought his hand beneath the sheet, gripping his throbbing hardon. He’d been avoiding it, because the reason it was so stiff was because of his sister. It was wrong. He knew that. She was the only girl in the world off limits to him, but after seeing her like that, he couldn’t get the sight of her out of his head.
He stroked himself, slowly at first, as if that would help. As if, somehow, his stiffy would just go away if he gave it a little attention.
Instead it just throbbed more instantly, and he knew it wouldn’t go away until he came. But the only place he wanted to cum was in her.
“Gross,” he growled at himself, but already he was stroking it faster. He threw off the blankets with his other hand, and leaned back into it.
He wondered if she was still a virgin. She couldn’t be, not with how into it she was. But he’d never seen her with a boyfriend. She’d always been too dedicated to her gymnastic training. And she was so girly with her crush on Jacob, not like the usual women throwing themselves at football players.
He moaned as he bucked his hips into his hand. He’d only just started, but already his balls were tightening, and he knew he was going to cum. Just thinking about sticking it into his sister, deflowering the all-mighty princess of their house, was driving him mental.
“Sylvia,” he growled just as he came all over his hand and stony abs, staining a bit of the bed sheet as well.
And still, even after he cleaned up, a bit of that stiffness continued, his cock throbbing against his inner thigh.
He needed to have her.
* * *
Sitting in the stands, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He’d never gone to one of her performances before — who had time for that girly shit? — but now he was regretting it. She didn’t know he was there, and seemed a little nervous.
He knew she musn’t have seen him the other day, because she was acting just as annoying as she always did, but he was even starting to like that. Like when he took the remote from her the other day, laying back on the co
uch so that she crawled over him, trying to grab it.
He hadn’t been so hard ever before as she wriggled and writhed before finally, triumphantly, grabbing the remote from his hand. He’d stormed off after that, but not for the reasons she thought. He was just straining against his pants so tight he thought he was going to bust a nut then and there.
It wasn’t much better watching her from the stands.
He watched as her fingers went in along the edge of her leotard, pulling it from her skin to rearrange it. She was wearing a neutral coloured leotard, and it almost blended into her skin. He could envision her naked once more so easily, touching along her ass as she looked out at the crowd.
And when it was her turn, it was like everything was in slow motion.
Those movements of hers were unreal. Not just because they pushed the limits of the human body, but because they seemed so incredibly sexual to him. Those slender limbs of hers stretching out, bending, her body looking to him like it was nude, exposed for all to see as she displayed herself.
He imagined her like that night in her room, pleasing herself, but for the whole crowd. No, for him.
The lift of her leg up to her head, leaving her smooth little cunny exposed to him so crudely, letting him see that pretty little flower once more.
Oh, she wasn’t really doing that of course, but that brief moment he had to see her naked and enwrapped in coitus was enough to burn the visual into his mind forever.
She was so elegant as she pranced and contorted, like the little princess she thought she was. Zach was getting a growing appreciation for that, in proportion to the growth she caused in his pants.
Though seeing her for the delicate little princess she was, only made him want to have her more. To sully that pristine look of hers, to get her beneath him and make her sweat in other ways, make her scream for him as he had her pinned.
Oh, the number of times he’d kept her tiny form pinned beneath his broad, hard muscular physique… and he’d never even thought to take advantage of that? Seemed crazy to him now, his little sister was all he could think on. All he wanted, and knowing he’d had her pressed to him, beneath him, so many times felt like a world of lost opportunities.
He was lost in his own world as she dominated the floor beneath, her motions so fluid and supple as she spread and displayed herself for the crowd. For him.
And when she slid into a long, slow splits, he felt that throbbing in his pants more insistently. She bobbed a few times once she hit the bottom, going lower and lower before she arched her back, reaching for her back leg.
She stayed like that for what felt like eternity. Her legs spread so wide, her back arching and showing off her little chest, her blonde hair still held tightly in its prissy bun. But Zach could envision it loose, tickling her bare leg.
He throbbed again and he knew he needed some relief, but he was surrounded by people.
Slowly, Sylvia righted herself to a standing position, instead lifting her right leg upwards, and he swore he could see the outline of her puffy little flower.
He got up, pushing himself through the stadium seats, past the other onlookers. He had to get out of there!
But when he got to the staircase, he had to look back. She was twirling again and then the music came to a crescendo and she finished her final flip to loud applause. Her smiling face went around the crowd before landing right on him, stood transfixed on the stairs.
Her smile faltered, and Zach turned his back, rushing to the men’s room.
* * *
Sylvia
She didn’t ask him about it, even once she got home, but every time she looked at him, she wondered why he was there. What he wanted. Was he just trying to make fun of her?
In all five years, he’d never watched her perform, and with her parents out on vacation, he had no reason to. It wasn’t like they forced him, that was sure. So why?
She couldn’t puzzle it out.
It was a Friday night, not that it meant much. School was out, and in two months they were both headed to college. Until then, weekdays and weekends were the same thing.
She laid back on the couch, watching a movie and just trying to relax when Zach walked into the room, then turned to leave.
That was odd. Most of the time he’d just come in, demand the remote, then chase her out of the den. He returned a few minutes later, though, with two glasses in hand, offering her one.
“To having the house to ourselves,” he said, his brown eyes intent upon her. Sylvia muted the TV as she sat up, taking the wine with a raised brow.
“Dad’ll kill you if you’re drinking the good stuff,” she warned him and he just shrugged.
“Let him kill me. You deserve to take a load off.”
That was weird.
She decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth though, and took a long sip of the wine with a soft sigh of pleasure. Her shoulders rolled, she stretched her neck as the liquid worked through her.
“That’s pretty good,” she said, not wanting to over inflate his already huge ego.
“Yea,” he said, taking a mouthful of his own, though Sylvia doubted he even tasted it. He swallowed it too fast, not even enjoying the flavour. That was the difference between a refined gymnast and a burly football player, she reminded herself.
She still didn’t move her feet from the couch, though, not offering him a place to sit as she sipped her drink again. He stood, looming over her, watching.
“You got a kink in your shoulder?” he asked as she stretched her neck again. She hadn’t even realized she was doing it, and gave a little shrug.
“I guess,” she said, bringing her finger to a particularly troublesome spot. Her blonde tresses were tied back into a ponytail, and she rubbed her neck gently as she sipped the wine.
“Here,” he said, laying down his glass on the coffee table, “let me.”
It was something Sylvia never expected to hear from her brother, and she immediately suspected he was up to something. Instead, his two huge mitts went to her dainty shoulders and began to rub at them with strong, careful motions.
She was so tense at first though, expecting something from him, some painful surprise, that it didn’t feel so good until she relaxed.
She was still nervous, but maybe he’d just had a bit of a change of heart now that they were going off to college.
But then her heart sank.
Maybe Jacob said something to him and now he was taking pity on her.
She pulled away, big, blue eyes looking up at him.
“Why’re you doing this, Zach?”
It was strange, seeing her huge, domineering brother — those broad shoulders and hulking physique — being anything but pushy and controlling. He had run roughshod over her life for so long, she just couldn’t take any offer of kindness at face value.
“What? Can’t a brother help out his sister?” He said in his deep voice, but even he realized how weak of an excuse that was after so long, and his handsome face turned a little hard. “I saw your performance, and thought you deserved a break, geez, that’s all!”
At least that angered irritation was a little more like him, though it softened and vanished fast as it came, oddly enough.
She looked at him, her brows still furrowed in the middle, her pouty lower lip worried between her teeth.
“Why’d you come to the performance? Did Jacob...”
The one thing that reassured her was how confused he first looked at the mention of Jacob. Then set in the irritation again, and it confused her as to why her brother was so bothered by the mere mention of his best friend.
“What? No, forget that loser,” he said, and she’d never heard her brother talk about his friend that way before.
They’d been close for a long time.
“What, you’re mad I like him now?” she said, setting her own glass aside and spinning around to look at him. She knelt on the cushions of the sofa, her hands braced on the armrest as she looked up at him. “That’s not fair,
Zach, and you know it! If he likes me, you have to tell me.”
That set him off a little, but his expression hardened again as he stood there, towering over her.
“You’re too good for that jackass!” he blurted out without a moment’s thought or hesitation. “You’re talented, you’re clever, you’re hard working and you’re hot as hell! Stop wastin’ your time thinkin’ about that lose,” he said, before knocking back the rest of his wine as if it were nothing.
Though his words nearly sent her toppling back. She’d never heard him talk like that about her. Ever.
She stared up at him and she would’ve thought it was a joke, but she’d never heard him sound so sincere. So honest. He’d always given her a hard time about everything, and for the first time, he was actually complimenting her.
She sat back on her heels, arms folded beneath her chest, the cotton t-shirt clinging to her svelte body.
“Oh, what made you finally realize that, huh?”
Finally his patience wore out, or at least his restraint.
“You know what? Never mind,” he said, and gave her the smallest of nudges on the shoulder, so she rocked back onto the couch. He was so big and strong, and her so small and dainty, that it didn’t take much for him to shove her around, after all. But with that he turned to storm off.
“Wait!” She cried out, and lashed out to grab his arm before he was out of reach.
“You try and do somethin’ nice for someone, and all you get is grief,” he remarked with a furrowed brow and an irritated voice.
Her dainty fingers wrapped around his wrist, but confusion was swirling in her head. She didn’t understand why he was suddenly so hot and cold, and she shifted from off the couch so that she stood before him.
“What’s gotten into you, Zach?” she asked, and she was near enough that she could smell he’d put on a bit of cologne. Her nostrils flared.
She also noticed that he was dressed in one of his nicer shirts and pants too, the sort of thing he’d wear out on a date night. She’d not paid it any mind at first, because it was Friday after all, and she was used to seeing him dress up before going out.