by Amanda Wals
"Did she bring clothes?"
"No. I don't think she would admit to herself that she wanted to sleep with me."
"Go on."
"So we slept together and she gave me another kiss on the cheek in the morning. Next week, same thing except when she left, I told her something like, 'get out of here as I have some pressure to relieve.' A joke about how I was going to beat off once she was gone. That night when I went over to her place, I gave her a kiss on the cheek. She gave me one back. We did something, went back to her place to talk and we exchanged kisses on our cheeks when I left."
"Did you think about asking her out on a date at this point?"
"No. We were both very upfront that we didn't want to date each other. We were just being extra friendly." It seemed odd now, but it had seemed normal then. "Next weekend was the same including the parting comment. You have to understand that when Rebecca and I slept together, we always woke up together. The next Saturday after we woke up, Rebecca said, 'Stay here and take care of the pressure while I fix us breakfast'."
"She told you to beat off?"
"She knew I was doing it when she left. She had brought some clothes in her car and we were going to do something together that morning."
"I'm starting to see what you mean about small steps."
"Next Saturday, she again made me breakfast while I beat off. Usually, Rebecca likes to sleep a half hour to an hour more than I do. The next Saturday when we woke up, she said that she wanted to sleep some more so why not take care of my business then go make us breakfast."
"So you beat off while she was in bed with you?"
"While thinking of her the whole time. All she could see was the covers going up and down. I used some underwear and when I was done, I went out to make us some pancakes while she slept some more."
"At this point, you aren't just friends."
"But what were we? You can't say I was getting any benefits from her." I organized my thoughts some more. "This was the beginning of October. Our schedule at this point was that she slept over at my place on Friday nights, we spent Saturday together and we did something together once or twice during the week."
Back to the story.
"So the next Saturday morning, she again told me to relieve myself then go make breakfast. So I was lying on my back, beating off when she started giving me lots of little kisses on my check and running her fingers through my hair. I loved it. I came really hard that time."
"This is so hot."
"Saturday night at her place, we were watching a movie on cable and I put my arm around her. I figured that after all those kisses this morning, why not? She was uncomfortable at first, but she didn't move my arm. Eventually, she seemed to accept it. From then on, I would always put my arm around her when we watched something on TV."
"So you are definitely more than friends at this point. What did people at work think of you two?"
"They had no idea. By this time, I had stopped visiting her during work hours. I had used visiting her as an excuse for chatting up the other single girls in Marketing but at this point, I was only interested in Rebecca. I would go to parties hosted by her friends at work and she would go to parties hosted by my friends at work, but we showed up and left separately."
Relating my history wasn't making me sad like I expected. It was cathartic to lay it all out to someone else to get their opinion.
"From then on, Saturday mornings kept getting hotter. One Saturday morning, I was beating off in bed and she was giving me lots of little kisses on the side of my face, nibbling on my neck and blowing in my ear. I turned my head and kissed her on the lips. That was our first kiss on the lips. She kissed me right back and soon we were frenching like crazy. She was on my right side as always. I stopped beating off, grabbed her, set her on the left side of the bed then threw the covers off me so I could comfortably beat off while kissing her. That was the first time she saw me naked."
"This is so fucking hot. What was she wearing?"
"Night shirt and panties. At breakfast, I asked her if she wanted to date. She said she was happy being friends. Pretty crazy, huh? If I had told you at the time what was happening, what would you have told me?"
"You're definitely friends with benefits at this point. Was she looking for another guy to date?"
"Not that I knew of. She went to church on Sundays and Wednesdays. She could have been looking for a guy there and I would have never known."
"What was she like after she went to church?"
"Guilt-ridden. It was frustrating seeing her on Sunday nights as she was always so down. She did a video call to her parents every Sunday afternoon and Tuesday night and talking to them always left her feeling guilty. Sunday was a double dose of guilt."
"Had she mentioned you to her parents?"
"She never said. She always wanted to be alone when she talked with her parents. The few times where we wanted to leave right after her call with her parents, she had me wait in the parking lot."
"I've known a few people who had friends-with-benefits relationships and they were all about being able to have sex when they wanted to with no strings attached. At this point, she's not even having any sex. What time is this going on?"
"Mid-November. At this point, she was sleeping over at my place every Friday and most Mondays."
"So what happened next?"
"The next Saturday, it was another steamy make out session while I beat off. I came and was exhausted. I didn't want to get out of bed. So I said, 'Don't you have some pressure built up?'"
"You didn't!"
"I did. Rebecca was all shy and embarrassed, but obviously worked up. I eventually convinced her to get herself off while I stroked and kissed on her."
"Had you seen her naked yet?"
"No, but the night shirt was bunched up pretty high at this point during the Rebecca. She soon ditched it all together. We spent all of Thanksgiving weekend together. Every night, we made out like crazy on the couch. I was naked and she had on only her panties. Then in the morning, a frantic make out session while we took turns getting ourselves off. The first Saturday in December, we were making out while I was beating off and she grabbed my cock. 'Let me give you an early Christmas present.' She then beat me off while kissing me and rubbing her tits all over me. It was wonderful. The next Saturday, I asked her to let me get her off. My early Christmas present to her. It didn't take much persuading. She threw back the covers and stripped off her panties - it was the first time I saw her naked - then I got her off."
"Did she like it?"
"Very much so. For the rest of the Christmas season, we masturbated each other the next morning after we slept together. By now, she slept at my place on Fridays and Mondays and sometimes on Thursday. On Saturdays, I slept at her place and left when she went to church. I didn't like sleeping at her place as her bed was so small."
"You were so happy last Christmas and now I see why. I had asked if you were seeing anyone and I think you said you weren't dating anyone."
"We both thought it hilarious how no one had any inkling how involved we were. So if I had told you all this at Christmas time, what would you have advised?"
"Before I answer, had she mentioned Jacob?"
"A few times. She would mention him now and then when she told stories about college. She talked about her boyfriend from high school a lot more."
"What'd she say about him?"
"She dated Paul her junior and senior years. She had thought at the time it was the ideal Christian dating relationship. They made virginity pledges together and they gave each other purity rings. They kept their desires under control at all times. The only contact they made on dates was holding hands and a kiss on the lips at the end. People at her church held them up to other teens as an example of how young people should date. They broke up when she went to OU and he went to a little bible college. Their sophomore year, he dropped out, moved to Houston and got a job. Her junior year, he told his parents he was gay."
Caitlin burst out laughin
g, sat up and doubled over. She laughed for a good thirty seconds. I admired her beautiful naked back while she laughed. She twisted to look back at me, exposing her tits to me. "That's SO fucking perfect." She shifted around and pulled up the covers so she was sitting up with her tits covered. She had flashed me more tit until she got the covers pulled up high enough. She hadn't shown me her tits for more than a few seconds, but what I saw was very arousing. They were large and heavy. Her nipples were upright, so she must have found my adventures with Rebecca arousing. I certainly did - my cock had been hard through most of it.
What'd she think of his coming out?"
"It hit her pretty hard. She loved Paul in a non-sexual way. Now, he's an outcast who hasn't been home in years. I encouraged Rebecca to find his phone number and call him. She did. He was starved for news about his family and friends back home. Since then, she has called him about once a month to tell him the latest."
"Okay, I think we can rule him out as a threat." Caitlin laughed, then shook her head. "She sounds like up a fucked up fundamentalist kid, struggling with guilt about her relationship with you, going through the drama a lot of fundamentalist kids go through when their desires keep dragging them into sin. She probably didn't tell her parents about you. At this point, I would warn you to not get too involved as she could break up with you at any time when the guilt got too overwhelming."
"At first, I laughed at all the drama. We were just friends and I kept my eyes open for other women. At parties, a few women expressed interest in me. I always found an excuse to not follow up. I know now it was because I wanted to be more than friends with Rebecca. She's so bubbly and happy. Super sweet too. And she's sharp, probably the smartest girl I have ever been friends with. I had so much fun doing things with her, even as friends. Once the sex started, I was hooked. I felt a little bad about making her feel guilty, but we always did only what she wanted to do. At the same time, a hard cock doesn't have a conscience. I hadn't had sex since college."
I was getting tired of being on my back, so I flipped over onto my side.
"After Christmas, we were all over each other again. We began doing other sexy stuff we called our special games."
"Like what?"
"Rebecca loved showering together. We would wash each other's bodies. We paid special attention to the private parts. The showers always wound up with her beating me off." Those showers had been so much fun. "She would do strip teases."
"Prudish Rebecca?"
"She's a great stripper. She loved doing it. I would sing the stripper song and she would slowly strip for me while I stroked myself. I got so horny. We joked about getting a pole installed in my apartment so she could do pole dances for me. We would also do this thing we called a tushy ride where I would put massage oil on her bottom and my cock then I would slide my cock up and down her ass crack while she periodically squeeze her checks together."
"That sounds like fun. I've never done anything like that. Move on to your back."
I lay on my back and Caitlin moved her head back on my shoulder. As she did so, she gave me another good look at her big tits. I felt the urge to reach out and cup one. Fortunately, Caitlin lay down so quickly that I didn't have a chance to make a fool of myself.
"After our Valentine's dinner out at an expensive restaurant, I ate her for the first time. She loved it. After that in the mornings, I'd eat her out then she'd beat me off or give me a tushy ride. I was head over heels in love with her."
"She didn't give you blowjobs?"
"No. I was too big for her mouth and she dislikes the taste of cum."
Time for the big reveal...
"A month ago, we made love for the first time. We were playing another sexy game we called gliding. I'd lie on my back and she'd lie down on top of me facing down. She'd put my cock between her pussy lips and slide up and down..."
"I want to try this," said Caitlin suddenly, surprising me. She stripped off her panties and climbed on top of me. She positioned my cock between her pussy lips.
"Like this?" asked Caitlin as she slid her pussy up and down on my cock.
It took my alcohol-addled brain a while, but I eventually realized that my sister and I were having sex. We weren't fucking, but no brother and sister should do what we were doing. As soon as I realized that, the rationalizations started. Was this that much different than how we'd slept last night? We weren't fucking, right? We'd certainly not fuck...
Caitlin had gone slowly at first, but now her juices had coated my cock and she had picked up the pace. It felt so good.
"Did you grab her ass while she did this?"
"Yes."
"Then grab my ass."
I grabbed her ass and helped her slide herself up and down my cock. Her ass was so different from Rebecca's. This wasn't a little girl ass, this was a real woman ass with plenty of firm muscle that made it a joy to hold. I did most of the work when she was sliding up towards me then I mainly balanced her as she slid down. She kept her upper body close to mine and I could feel her nipples moving up and down my chest as she slid forward and back. I hadn't cum in days and I knew I wouldn't last long if she kept this up.
"Then what happened?" Caitlin asked. She was panting lightly.
"We'd done this for an extra long time. We were both panting and moaning. Then Rebecca slid herself extra high up and when she slid herself down, my cock slid into her."
"Like this?" And just like that, my cock was buried in Caitlin's pussy.
Part of me said we should stop, but it was a small voice that was shouted down by my need for release. Hard cocks don't have a conscience. Her tight, slick pussy felt incredible around my cock. We kept up the rhythm we had before. I kept my hands on her ass and helped her slide herself up and down on my cock. I was fucking my sister, and it was glorious!
Caitlin put her hands on my chest then moved her legs forward until she was squatting on top of me while bent forward. She raised her ass off of me for a few inches then dropped back down, over and over.
"Now I'm your girl for the cruise."
I wasn't fucking my sister anymore - she was fucking me. I loved watching her bounce up and down on top of me. Her hair hung down in front of her shoulders and swished lightly back and forth as she fucked me. I'd never been fucked like this before. I moved my hands a little further down her leg from her ass to help her movements the best I could. This position gave me a great view of her big tits which bobbed up and down as we fucked.
"This is so great," I told her.
I had never thought about having sex with Caitlin. She was my sister! But she was also a super sexy woman. She had a great body and knew how to use it. Each time she slid herself up or down my cock, I was one step closer to heaven.
All too soon, I could feel the tingling in my balls. "I'm going to cum, Caitlin."
"Give it to me!"
A wave of pleasure swept over my body. The sexual frustration I had suffered on the cruise came to a delightful end as I came. I fired shot after shot into her.
After I came, Caitlin slowed to a stop then hopped off me. "I'll be right back." She got a towel from the bathroom, placed it between her legs and climbed into bed with me. She snuggled next to me.
"I love you, Caitlin."
"And I love you, Thomas."
"That was wonderful. I'm sorry I came so quick."
"Don't worry about it. We'll rest for a little bit, then we'll go for round two."
I hadn't seen the seduction coming. Then I had a thought - "Did you plan this?"
"Not really. I wasn't thinking of doing anything when we got into bed. If I had danced with any other guy like I danced with you tonight, I would have ripped his clothes off when I got him in my cabin. But you're my brother. Then the story of you and Rebecca got me so horny. Part of my brain said I'm with the solution to that problem. It was a snap decision to climb on top of you, but once I did, I intended to reenact your first fuck." Caitlin raised up and kissed me briefly on the lips. "I like being your cruise girl. You're
a great guy and I'm having a blast with you."
"And I'm having a blast with you. You were awesome just now."
"I've always loved fucking. I fucked my way through high school and the first year of college. I've fucked often since then but not constantly like I did for those years. I think I'm so good at it because I like to talk to the guy about what he enjoys and I learn something new from every lover."
I rolled on to my right side and slid down so I was face-to-face, then I kissed her. One soft kiss followed another. Our hands roamed over each other's body. I stroked her back, right side, upper thigh and what I could reach of her stomach. She caressed my chest and played with my nipples. I was in no hurry to ramp up the passion.
I felt her open her mouth and I slipped my tongue in. As we frenched, I cupped her right tit. It was big, larger than Rebecca's or any other girl's I had touched. It had a wonderful heft to it. Caitlin moaned into my mouth. I made circles around her areola as she more vigorously ran her fingers through my chest hairs.
Caitlin broke the kiss. "I'm glad I'm now doing all four things I wanted to do on the cruise." She gave me a quick kiss. "Get over to my right side."
I climbed over her while she slid over to make room for me. Caitlin placed the towel underneath her. Once I was in the spot she wanted me, she pulled my head down to hers and we started kissing again.
As we kissed, I explored both her tits with my right hand. I played with her nipples and made more circles on her areolas. She grabbed my wrist and pushed it downward. I slid my hand down her stomach to her crotch. What little crotch hair she had was neatly trimmed. She spread her legs wide to give my hand room. I slid a finger between her pussy lips and quickly found her clit. I continued on to her vagina to get some fluid, then moved back up to her clit.
Caitlin ended the kiss and laid back with her eyes closed. "Hard circles. I like hard circles around my clit."
I made a circle around her clit with the base of my finger while pressing firmly. "Like that?"
"Yes, like that." She exhaled deeply. "Make me cum, Thomas. I'm hotter than a firecracker, so it shouldn't take long."