by Amanda Wals
Michelle looked very unhappy. This was obviously very painful for her. "A few days later, we were fucking doggie-style. We had a nice rhythm going when Jared suddenly pulled out. He said he wanted to take a picture of us fucking. He didn't even ask. He reached over to where his camera was and came back to me. At this point, I'm out of mood. He puts himself back into me, fucks me a few times and stops. He tells me to turn back and face the camera. I don't want to. We argued for a bit and I of course eventually gave in. I looked back at the camera. Jared told me to give him a sexy look. I didn't feel sexy at all. He kept badgering me until I gave me the look he wanted. He took my picture and resumed fucking me. I normally love being fucked but I hated that time."
Michelle took a drink of water. Tears were running down her cheeks. "After that, he took a picture of me several times a week. He'd never ask; he'd just reach for his camera." Michelle sighed. "At that point, sex was the only good part of our relationship. It was like he was intentionally ruining the one good thing we had left."
I took Michelle's hand and squeezed. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea." I felt like shit. I had thought the pictures had looked so hot when I had used them to get myself off, but I knew now that they had made her miserable.
I got up and headed up the stairs to delete the pictures. I hadn't thought about getting revenge on Jared in a while, but the desire to hurt him was burning brightly now. He was a fucking monster. He deserved something horrible. I just needed to figure out how to deliver it.
* * *
When Michelle came into my bedroom at bedtime, I said, "I'm sorry."
"Don't keep saying you're sorry. I've forgiven you. Let's move on."
"Okay. Frigid check tonight?" It was four days after our last one.
Michelle shook her head. "Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow."
Michelle lay down on the bed and we talked as I stroked her back. Then we got under the covers. Michelle put her head on my forearm and snuggled up to me. I smelled her hair and smiled. I felt the urge to tell her "I love you." I couldn't say it. Of course I loved Michelle; she was my sister. But what would I mean if I told her "I love you" right now?
I loved Michelle more than I had. Thinking about how much I loved her made me feel uncomfortable. I gave her a squeeze and settled down to go to sleep.
* * *
The next morning was Tuesday. The phone rang while Michelle and I were watching a show together. Our house had a landline because our Internet company gave it to us for basically free, but the only people who seemed to call us were telemarketers. Mom and Dad always said to let the answering machine get the call when the caller ID didn't reveal a name we knew, but I hated having to listen to the phone ring and ring.
I got up from the recliner chair and answered the phone. It was a recorded message about a once in a lifetime opportunity for financial security. I hated that there was no way to tell these people to never call again. I pressed one to speak to a real person. In the past, I used to tell the person who answered to take us off their calling list, but that didn't seem to work. I had a new idea for dealing with the telemarketer.
When I was connected to a person, he started his spiel. "Do you want to be your own boss? Do you want to set your own hours?"
"What's your name?" I interjected, trying to get a word in.
That knocked the guy off-balance. "My name is John."
"Just a second, John."
I walked back to the recliner. Michelle mouthed, "Who is it?" I mouthed back, "A telemarketer." I said to the phone, "I've got the tissues and lotion. Go ahead, John."
Michelle gave me a questioning look. John restarted his spiel. "Do you want to be your own boss? Do you want to set your own hours? Would you like-"
"You have a very sexy voice, John."
Michelle quietly giggled.
"Um, well. Thanks. Would you like-"
"Are you good-looking, John? With a voice that sexy, you have to be good-looking."
"Umm. Aah. Good-looking enough. Would you like-"
"Talking with a good-looking guy with a sexy voice really excites me."
Michelle had her hand over her mouth so her giggles wouldn't be heard.
John was flustered. He sputtered a few time and then finally restarted his spiel. "Do you want to be your own boss? Do you want to set your own hours?"
"Oh, John," I moaned.
John stopped. I moaned his name again. John must have been totally rattled at this point. Michelle was rolling on the couch with her hand over her mouth.
John finally resumed his spiel. "Would you like financial security? You're invited to a once in a lifetime..."
I kept moaning his name every few seconds, each time with a bit more passion. Michelle was now covering her mouth with one hand while clutching her stomach with the other.
John continued on with his spiel. I continued moaning his name. I was panting hard now each time after I said his name. Michelle was rolling around on the couch as she laughed.
As John seemed close to ending his spiel, I said, "Oh, God! Oh, God! John, I'm-"
***CLICK***
I busted up laughing. I laughed so hard I fell to the floor. I could hear Michelle laughing just as hard. I was laughing so hard I was crying. I was on my back on the floor when I realized that Michelle was right next to me. She seemed to be laughing so hard she was crying too. We laughed like that for a long time.
When I finally stopped laughing enough to talk, I told Michelle, "I don't think John will be calling back any time soon."
We burst out laughing again.
* * *
That night when I got home from work, Michelle gave me a big smile and headed upstairs early. When I came into my room, she was already under the covers.
"Frigid check," she said as she wiggled her ass in the air.
I smiled and got ready for bed, changing into my running shorts while in the bathroom. Michelle was all smiles when I came back into the bedroom. I turned off the light. When I started to throw back the covers, Michelle said, "Let's start with them up."
I got into bed next to Michelle. I reached with my right hand to cup Michelle's ass and I felt...skin. No panties. I was holding Michelle's bare ass.
"Surprise!" Michelle said as she threw back the covers. "I figured as you've seen my bare ass in pictures, you might as well as see it in-person. Besides, I'm tired of having to change my panties ever time."
"Michelle." I was thrown for a loop. One of our cardinal rules was that we would both stay dressed the whole time. "Michelle, you're naked."
"No, I'm not. In fact, I'm wearing an extra-long nightshirt tonight to cover up my privates. Girls wear long nightshirts and no panties all the time."
"But Michelle..."
"You were grabbing my bare ass with both hands. What's so different now?" Michelle grabbed my hand and put it on her ass and then wiggled her ass back and forth. "Do I still have a great ass?"
I chuckled. "You still have a great ass."
"And you can appreciate it better now that you can see it."
She was right.
Michelle had a towel down on the bed, which she had also hidden with the covers. We did a Frigid check. I had to admit it was nice to not have to deal with the panties. After Michelle came, she put the towel between her legs to absorb the wetness. We got into our sleeping position and Michelle made sure my cock was buried between her ass cheeks with just the thin material of my running shorts between my cock and her ass.
"That feels great," said Michelle.
"It feels pretty good for me too. Are you going to sleep without panties from now on?"
"Only on Frigid check nights. Christopher," Michelle said my name with a 'you-naughty-boy' tone, "what kind of girl do you think I am?"
* * *
Saturday night - the next Frigid check night, Mom and Dad had gone to a party and wouldn't be home until late. When I got home, Michelle was waiting for me to come in the door. She was wearing a nightshirt already. She smiled and led me up the stairs.<
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In my bedroom, the covers on my bed were already pulled back and a towel was laid down. I headed towards the drawer were I kept my running shorts. Michelle said, "What would you think of coming to bed naked tonight? I won't look."
I thought about saying no, that me being naked was a step we shouldn't take. But we had moved things forward so many other times, why fuss about this?
"Sure."
Michelle turned off the light, got into bed and faced away from me. I took off all my clothes. My cock was pointing straight out in front of me as I walked towards the bed.
If this was any other girl that I was getting into bed naked with, I'd be getting laid tonight.
Frigid checks were fun. I liked making Michelle happy and I enjoyed touching her body so intimately. But they were getting frustrating for me. I needed sexual relief after I did one. What could Michelle and I do that wouldn't break our rules?
We did a Frigid check. When I pulled Michelle on top of me so that I could reach her pussy, she moved herself so that my cock was between her ass cheeks. She ground her ass on my cock as I worked her clit. She came hard as usual.
When Michelle started snuggling against me in preparation to go to sleep, I said, "Is there some way you can make me cum? Return the favor?"
"What do you want to do?"
"Could you give me a hand job?"
"This is going to sound terrible, but I don't want go there. I don't think it's safe for me to touch you like that."
I thought for a second. "How about I touch you while I jack off?"
"Touch me?"
"Do a Great Ass check while I jack off."
Michelle thought for a second. "I think that'd be okay. It isn't too different than what we've done before. How about we do that while you sit in your chair?"
"Sounds good."
"Let me go there first."
Michelle got of the bed. When she did, her nightshirt dropped down and she looked like she always had around bedtime. We were following the rules.
Michelle walked over to my desk, pulled out my chair and turned it around so that it was facing into the middle of the room. She then faced away from the bed. "Come on over."
I got out of bed and sat down in my chair. My rock hard cock was standing straight up. I turned around, opened a drawer and took out my lotion. I squeezed some on to my hand. I then turned around and faced Michelle. She moved so that her ass was close to my left hand.
I began stroking my cock. I slipped my left hand under Michelle's nightshirt and cupped her ass. I said, "You know, you have a great ass."
"So people tell me," Michelle said with a chuckle.
I stroked my cock as I felt Michelle's ass. The nightshirt was slightly uncomfortable as it rode my hand, but not bad. I squeezed her cheeks and then rubbed my hand over her ass. I did that for a while, then it started getting boring. I felt down one of her leg and then up the other. I felt her lower back. I enjoyed feeling her body, but...
I said, "I need more stimulation to make me cum."
"Okay."
"Let's try something else. Let me move you back to me."
I released my cock and brought both of my hands to Michelle's waist. I then guided her so that she was sort of sitting on me, with my cock between her ass cheeks. Michelle leaned back against me. I lifted her waist upwards, sliding my cock through her sweet ass cheeks. Then I lowered her, getting another great feel of her ass on my cock.
I raised and lowered Michelle several times before she said, "Can you lower your chair?"
"Sure. Stand up."
She stood up. I pressed the lever to lower my chair several inches. I got some more lotion and lubricated my cock some more.
"Ready," I said.
Michelle resumed her position. Now, her legs were bent so she could raise and lower herself using her legs. We tried getting a rhythm going but Michelle's nightshirt kept getting in the way.
"Let me take this off," said Michelle. She stood up, took off her nightshirt and threw it on the bed. I could see her entire naked backside. She had a beautiful body.
Michelle backed towards me and I guided her to lying back against me with my cock between her ass cheeks. I kept my hands on Michelle's waist as she pushed up and down with her legs.
As Michelle slid her ass up and down on my cock, she gave it a squeeze with her ass. "Like that?" she asked.
"Loved it."
"I'm liking this."
We established a steady rhythm. Michelle was doing most of the work. I moved my hands slowly up the sides of her chest. The higher up I moved them, the better leverage I had to keep her body close but not touching mine.
I loved the feel of Michelle's ass on my cock. Her ass had been what started our special relationship and I loved that it was how she was going to get me off. I was moaning and panting. I had never done anything like this with a girl before. It was crazy hot. It felt incredible.
I had an inspiration. "Michelle, stop for a second." She stopped. I moved my hands forward until they covered her tits, "I've wondered what these would feel like."
Michelle leaned back into me. "Play with my titties," she cooed. I did, cupping her tiny tits, rubbing her areolas and pinching her nipples. I kissed the back of her neck. She wiggled her ass against my cock.
I asked, "Did you like anal sex?"
"I loved it. I had to be in the right mood but when I was, it was incredible. How about you?"
"I've never done it."
"Never? You've missed out."
I continued playing with Michelle's tits as she wiggled her ass on my cock. After a while, Michelle said, "Chris, you're getting me hot again."
"You want me to make you cum in this position?"
"No. One cum a night is enough. We need to get back to making you cum."
"Okay."
I sadly moved my hands away from Michelle's tits and back to the sides of her chest. She started pushing her ass up and down on my cock. We got back into our steady rhythm.
Michelle's ass felt wonderful as it slid up and down my cock, showering it with tiny squeezes. It was like she was fucking me in reverse. The chair was making squeaking noises as she pushed into me and then away from me.
"I'm loving this, Michelle."
"Cum for me, Chris. Cum hard, like I cum hard for you."
"I'm getting close. I love it when your ass squeezes me."
Michelle gave my cock an extra big squeeze.
I was close. My body was tingling with pleasure. I was panting, partly from exertion and partly from excitement. I had fucked Gina lots of times, but none of those fucks were as exciting as this. What would fucking Michelle be like? What would fucking Michelle in the ass be like?
That tipped me over. "I'm cumming," I announced. A wave of pleasure swept over me. Cum shot out my cock and spurted onto my chest. Michelle squeezed my cock with her ass as she continued sliding up and down me. More cum shot out. It was like Michelle was milking all of the cum out of me.
When the spurts stopped, I said, "I'm done."
"Okay." Michelle stood up.
"Thanks, Michelle. That was great."
I turned around and grabbed some tissues. I turned back to Michelle. Some cum had spurted onto her back. I wiped her back. "All clean."
Michelle walked over to the bed, pulled on her nightshirt and got into bed while continuing to face away from me. I cleaned myself up and then joined her.
I said, "You're wonderful, Michelle." I had almost said, I love you.
"Sweet dreams," said Michelle. She sounded distracted.
"Sweet dreams."
* * *
The next morning was Sunday. I didn't jack off when Michelle left my room as I usually did. Instead I followed her down a discreet few minutes later.
Michelle seemed distant all day. Had I done something wrong last night? She had seemed to enjoy everything we did. I hadn't done anything without her permission. We had followed our rules. When I suggested that we go out and wash the cars, she declined.
At bedtime, Michelle stayed in the doorway to my room. She said, "I think it's best if I sleep in my bed tonight."
"Why?"
"Because things keep escalating between us. If I keep sleeping with you, we're going to wind up fucking." Michelle closed my door and left.
I had known something was bothering Michelle, and now I knew what it was. Things had been definitely escalating. Some of the escalation was her initiative, some of it was mine. Were we getting that close to fucking? I had thought about it last night. I had wanted to last night. If an opportunity had presented itself to fuck Michelle, I would have seized it.
* * *
That was how Michelle stopped sleeping with me. It sucked sleeping without her. I missed talking with her in my bed. I missed giving her back strokes as we talked. I missed the Frigid checks.
I felt like I had felt when Gina broke up with me. In ways, it was worse. When I broke up with Gina, I could talk about it with Michelle, my parents and my co-workers. I could get some sympathy. I could talk out some of the pain. Now, there was nobody I could talk to. "Hey, has your sister ever stopped sleeping with you because you were getting too close to fucking?" Not something you can ask people.
Three nights later at bedtime, Michelle asked me into her room. She indicated that I should sit on her bed.
Once I was seated, she asked, "Chris, what did you want out of our relationship?"
I shrugged. "I don't know."
"Did you want sex?"
"No." I said it too quickly. "I...I wanted you to be happy."
"And I'm grateful for that. You were my only friend when I broke up with Jared. You got me through a very rough time. I'm doing much better now." Michelle sighed. "I'll be honest - I wanted sex out of our relationship. Not at first of course. At first, I wanted you to tell me that I was okay, a decent person. Then I wanted to you tell me that I was pretty, that I had a great ass, and that I was sexy. Then I wanted sex. My self-esteem soared. I felt great about my body, the best I ever had."