by Amanda Wals
"A little harder," I whispered. She tightened her grip a bit and increased her pace.
"Like that?" She asked, breathing the words just below my ear. Her own returning arousal was obvious.
"Yeah," I swallowed, closing my eyes and concentrating on the feel of her small hand jacking me off.
"Never held one before. I don't want to hurt you."
"You're a virgin?"
"Never even kissed anyone before tonight." She replied, licking her lips. "Not a real kiss."
"Really? Never?" I was momentarily distracted from her handjob by that revelation.
She shook her head causing a lock of hair to fall across her face partially obscuring her left eye. It only made her look even sexier to me.
"You ever been on a date?"
"I want to try something." She ignored my question, raising herself from my shoulder.
I felt her tugging my pants down and raised my hips to accommodate. This freed my cock and the better angle greatly improved the sensations she was causing. Then I felt her warm breath on me and looked down just in time to see her tongue dart out and lick the precum that had gathered at the head of my dick. She began bathing my shaft with her tongue, applying pressure to the underside all the way to the top before taking the head in her mouth. I wanted to watch her, but the sensation overwhelmed me and my eyes closed as I fought the urge to thrust up into her mouth.
She bobbed her head experimentally a couple of times, only taking in about a third of my length. Her mouth felt warm and wet. I opened my eyes again and took in the beautiful sight of her on all fours with her back arched, lowering her mouth on my cock once more. With every dip of her head, her confidence grew and her technique improved. She couldn't take my full length in her mouth, but she compensated by using her hand to take up the slack. She jerked my shaft up and down, licking and sucking my cock with an enthusiasm I'd never seen before.
Pausing for breath, she stroked her hand down my entire length while nuzzling her face against my dick as if it were a precious toy. I ran my fingers through her hair and tilted her face up to look at me. The lust and adoration in her brown eyes were unmistakable. She gave me a look that I had never seen from her before. An adorable, hungry look that made me ache to gather her in my arms and fuck her senseless.
"Come here."
She ignored me and resumed sucking my cock, purposefully looking up into my eyes while she did it. For a few moments anyway. Until my eyes closed involuntarily as I focused on the sensations she was causing. I opened them again when she next paused to breathe.
"Come here, damn it," I growled at her. She grinned as she continued nuzzling my cock against her face.
Kissing my chest and abs along the way, she crawled up my body on all fours, intentionally trying to look as seductive as possible. It was working. She arched her back, purposely dragging her breasts across my chest as she closed the gap between our faces.
I kissed her hungrily, running my arms along her lithe form and realized she'd shed her shorts. I groped her bare butt for the first time, intentionally sliding a finger between her cheeks this time since she seemed to enjoy that before. Her ass felt glorious. I could have fondled it for hours. It was clear that she was loving my ministrations. I could feel the wetness of her pussy pressing against my dick as she ground our naked bodies together.
Spurred on by my need, I reached between us and guided the head of my cock along the lips of her pussy, parting them slightly. She was soaking wet and her hot fluids coated the head of my cock.
"You ready?" I asked. She nodded.
"Let me know if it hurts. I'll go slow."
"I'll be fine."
Slowly, she rocked back against my cock and began impaling herself. She groaned as the walls of her pussy began stretching to accommodate me. The sensation of her slowly enveloping me was nearly overwhelming and I struggled not to thrust into her with everything I had. I wanted her like I had never wanted anything in my life, but I knew she needed me to be gentle for now.
"So good," she breathed.
"God, yes." I agreed as I withdrew and slowly slid back into her body.
Skye pushed herself up into a sitting position again, moaning softly each time she raised and lowered on my hard dick. The sight of my shaft disappearing into my sister's tight, wet hole took my breath away. My hand pawed down her chest across her taut stomach, making her muscles flutter at my touch.
"Feel me," She demanded in a gravelly voice, grabbing my hand and bringing it up to her breast. Her back arched, thrusting her tits at me.
I rubbed and squeezed her breast, keeping her hard nipple excited with little pulls and teases. I ran my other hand through her hair and down the side of her face. She caught my thumb in her mouth and sucked on it seductively. She was a stunning vision of beauty as she began undulating against me.
Her eyes met mine when she released my thumb and lingered there. We were fucking in earnest now, meeting each other's thrusts and punctuating them with sharp breaths and moans. As we moved together, I became aware that I had never felt anything like this. This felt stronger, more passionate, more intimate than any sex I had ever had. This felt... right. I wanted it to last forever. I wanted her to look at me with her eyes full of love and lust like this forever.
"I love you so much," I groaned as my cock thrust into her again. The sensation building in my balls told me that I wasn't going to last much longer. She felt so incredible and it had been too long.
I wrapped my arms around her before she could respond and rolled us both until I was on top of her. She brought her legs up around my waist, staring into my eyes as I kept fucking her.
"I'm so close, baby," she breathed. "Don't stop."
I had no intention of stopping. My need for her was burning inside me, threatening to boil over at any moment. I couldn't wait to cum inside her, painting the walls of her pussy with my desire. To somehow make her understand how much I needed her and loved her. How much I wanted her to be mine and mine alone.
The familiar tingling sensation began surging up the length of my cock and I fought to hold back until she came. She was panting erratically under my assault, pawing at my sides and back with need. Mercifully, her back suddenly arched beneath me as she gripped the sheets beside her. Her head was thrown back and Skye let out a loud moan punctuated by a series of rapid whimpers as her body quivered beneath mine.
I seized her hips, pulling her tightly against me as my dick lurched uncontrollably, spraying great bursts of my semen deep inside her. I forgot to breathe, completely lost to the sensations. It felt like I was never going stop cumming at first. Months of need and tension seemed to pour out of my cock into my little sister's body. Finally, the last of my energy gave out, and I collapsed on top of her with my chest heaving, struggling to catch my breath.
As I rolled to my side, Skye let out a sigh as my deflating cock slid out of her. She had her eyes closed, still basking in the aftermath of her orgasm. We were both covered in sweat and breathing hard.
"You okay?" I asked, smoothing her hair down with a hand as I gently cupped the side of her face.
"I'm perfect. That was perfect," she replied, tilting her face toward my palm. "This is my dream, you know?"
"Losing your virginity?"
"No. Well, yes. But I mean us. Together like this. I've dreamed about this a long time." Skye snuggled up against me, smiling to herself.
"How long have you felt like this?"
"Mm... Forever. I think it started when I hurt my knee. Do you remember that?" She draped her leg with the bad knee across my body, purposely dragging her foot sensually along my side.
"Of course I remember. But that was like six years ago."
"I know it was. You were at the meet that night. You never missed my gymnastics events. Even if mom was working, you were there to cheer for me. But when I got hurt, you were right there. You wouldn't leave. At the hospital, before mom got there, you wouldn't leave the room. I was scared and the nurse kept trying to ge
t you to leave and you wouldn't move."
"They kept threatening to call security on me, I remember."
"You told the head nurse at eat a dick," she chuckled softly, nuzzling her face against my neck. Her lips tickled as she spoke but I said nothing about it.
"It was West Memorial, mom always says they suck. There was no way I was gonna leave you alone in the ER with those assholes until she got there."
"Yeah, but you made me feel safe. You always make me feel safe. And loved. Even when I'm being a little shit."
"You? A little shit? Never." I smirked. My hand trailed down the curve of her spine, pausing just above her ass. Even though we'd just had sex, the feel of her sexy nude body against my skin was enticing.
"Especially in high school. I was so jealous every time you would talk about some girl you met at school. Oh god, it drove me nuts." She kissed my neck again. "I wanted you to talk about me the way you did them. That one girl, Julie? I hated her so much."
"I remember Julie. She was a sweet girl."
"The way she would lean against the lockers when you would talk to her, batting her eyelashes and always tucking her hair behind her ear." Skye made a noise of disgust that made me chuckle.
"She wasn't like that. Hell, I was shocked she gave me the time of day. I wasn't even sure she liked me."
"She flirted so hard with you. How could you not see it?"
"Wait a minute! That was the day you made me bring you home to change clothes because you accidentally sat in ketchup in the cafeteria." I cocked an eyebrow.
"Told you I was a little shit."
"Can't argue there."
"I used to beat myself up about it. Telling myself I was a twisted little bitch for wanting to be with my own brother like that. I felt so guilty when I would pull some stunt to get you to pay attention to me instead of whatever girl you were hung up on. But I couldn't stop myself. So many times I wanted to yell at you that I was right here."
"I never knew."
"Whitney was the hardest to take," Skye clung to me a little tighter. "Because I knew you were sleeping with her."
I hugged her back, feeling a little guilty for the times Whitney and I had sex in my room when I knew Skye was home, not realizing the feelings she was dealing with.
"God, I'm pathetic," she sighed.
"Why would you say that?"
"I can't believe I'm telling you this."
"What is it?" I asked.
"I used to sit in the hall and listen to you with her. I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop myself. Sometimes I'd try to imagine what you were doing that caused her to moan that way or whatever. But mostly I just cried because it wasn't me. I wanted it to be me so badly."
She buried her face in my shoulder and I held her close to me.
"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't know," I whispered into her hair, kissing the top of her head and stroking her bare back.
"I know you didn't," she mumbled. "It's me now. That's all that matters."
We both lay silently for a few minutes. I didn't really know what to say. Six years? I felt pretty pathetic for nearly losing my mind after only a couple of months. She kept her feelings for me hidden for six years. That was kind of mind-blowing.
Finally, she propped herself up on an elbow.
"I need a shower," Skye yawned as she climbed out of the bed and stretched.
Watching my sister stretch in the nude rapidly made its way near the top of my mental list of sexiest things I'd personally witnessed.
"You coming?" She asked, smiling over her shoulder at me.
She didn't have to ask twice.
The upstairs bathroom was relatively small. There was a modest sink, mirror that doubled as a medicine cabinet, toilet, and a shower stall with no bathtub. Up until that very moment, I had never considered the possibility of fitting two people in the shower.
We took turns washing each other, leading to some comical moments when she made me kneel so she could wash my hair because she wasn't tall enough to rinse it without risking getting shampoo in her eyes. There wasn't any room in the shower to really get up to anything, but I still made sure to take my time washing the more interesting and intimate parts of her body and she did the same with mine.
"Are you sore?" I asked, worrying I'd been too rough with her. I slipped on a pair of boxers and hung the towel over the shower curtain rod to dry.
"No. Well, maybe a little. Not enough to care about."
"I didn't see any blood. Not to get all super personal, I just thought that there would be."
"Questioning my virginity?" She smirked.
"Not at all, was just concerned." I took a defensive step back.
"I have toys, you know. And I may have gotten a little overzealous the night after the concert."
"Toys, eh? Should I be intimidated? I've seen some pretty damned big toys."
I brought my hands up about two feet apart to approximate a ridiculously large dildo length. She laughed and slid her nude, still damp little body between my hands and hugged me.
"They are toys of a perfectly reasonable size and you have no expectations to live up to because of them."
I made a mock sigh of relief.
"Now can we take your fragile male ego back to bed? I'm tired." She rolled her eyes as she pulled on her pajama top and walked out of the bathroom bottomless.
Even though her shirt covered her ass, my mind still lingered on the idea that the shirt was all she had on. I'd just spent over an hour naked with her and still wasn't ready for her to have clothes on again. I pulled her back toward me and fondled her ass with one hand, keeping the other around her waist.
She giggled, wrapping her arms around the arm holding her waist and leaned her head back against my chest, submitting herself to my groping.
I felt her craning her neck and glanced down to see that she was trying to kiss me but wasn't tall enough. For once, I didn't make a joke and simply leaned down to meet her kiss. She felt so good in my arms. She felt right somehow, even though everything I had been taught told me it was wrong.
Skye dropped a towel over the wet spot on the bed from our earlier lovemaking and stretched across the bed in a long, feline-like way before noticing me staring at her from the side of the bed.
"I could get used to that."
"What?" I replied.
"The way you watch me," she smiled a little, biting her lower lip.
I turned off the bedroom light and crawled into bed where she immediately wrapped herself around me.
"Noticed you never answered my question earlier."
"What's that?" she yawned into my shoulder.
"I asked if you had ever been on a date. You didn't answer me. Not that I was complaining."
"Guys ask me out often enough, but no. I knew who I wanted to be with." She snuggled against me for emphasis. "Unless you count the concert, of course."
"That wasn't exactly a date," I chuckled, tracing the curve of her spine with my fingertips.
"Well, I got felt up, so I thought I might be able to count it." I felt her lips smiling against my neck.
"God, I felt fucking horrible about that."
"I didn't want to make you feel bad. I had the best time that night. I wanted to talk on the way back. I had myself convinced I was finally going to go for it. I was gonna pour my heart out and hope you wouldn't freak out."
Her hand was gently stroking the side of my face as she spoke and I kissed her thumb as it crossed the corner of my mouth.
"Why didn't you?"
"I chickened out. Like always. Afraid you would freak out and reject me. Or worse."
"I can definitely relate."
She nodded her agreement against my neck and yawned. It wasn't long before I yawned myself, triggering her to do the same. We both started giggling at the contagious nature of yawns.
"I know it's ridiculous, but I'm almost afraid to go to sleep. It's like there's this silly little girl inside me who is afraid that I'll wake up alone in the morning and this never h
appened." Her voice was a barely audible whisper, thick with exhaustion.
A few moments later, I rolled my eyes when the snoring began.
THE END
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A Week at the Lake with My Sister
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You want me to do what?" I asked my sister Kaitlyn in surprise.
"Please, Brandon. Please date Joanna for the summer." Joanna was her long-time best friend. "I think you'll have a great time together, and she really needs to date a better class of guy. It would mean so much to me."
I knew I should have suspected something when Kaitlyn had baked my favorite cake this afternoon. She had waited until I had eaten a big slice before asking. "Joann is nice, and I like her, but we've never clicked. And she can find a boyfriend quite easily on her own."
Kaitlyn sighed. "Yeah, she can, but she always finds the wrong kind of guy." I knew what was coming. "The good-looking, super-confident guys with a lot of money that turn out to be jerks. The last one really did a number on her."
"What did he do?" I did like Joanna as a friend, and I didn't like hearing a guy had hurt her.
"He introduced her to coke." Kaitlyn's anger rose as she spoke. "Then she caught him cheating on her; he apologized and said it was a terrible mistake; she took him back; and when she caught him cheating on her again, he totally blamed her for his cheating."
My jaw dropped. "How could it be her fault?"
"She had gotten flabby; she wasn't giving him enough sex; she was just using him for the coke, and he had wised up." Kaitlyn had counted off on her fingers as she had gone through the list. "All bullshit, but it's destroyed her self-confidence."
"Asshole." I hated guys who treated girls like shit.
"Exactly. He's the worst guy she's dated, but she keeps dating losers like him. That's why I want you to date her for the summer."
I stalled by asking, "Do you know the difference between a porcupine and a BMW?"
Kaitlyn give me a little grin. "No."
"With the porcupine, the prick is on the outside."
Kaitlyn laughed. "Too true. At least it's been too true for Joanna." Kaitlyn frowned slightly. "Look, Brandon, I know you two have never clicked, but just for the summer, could you do it? It's not like you've got a lot of other options, do you?"