*Sorry for any mispelling, or format issues. First story, no flame comments please. A little lengthy, hope no one minds too much. I don't know if' I'll write a sequel, depends how many people ask probably. Anyway, on with the story.
A desire to please
Here I was, once again stealing glances at opportune moments. Stealing glances towards the object of my intense physical attraction. Her small, sexy body pulling against clothes that I hated her for wearing. Thin, black, tight, elastic, workout pants. Silhouetting her firm and perfectly shaped ass. Leaving a barely visible outline of her thong panties, that to my surprise, she actually wore. Her breasts being stretched against the red Central Washington Cougars t-shirt of the smallest size available, she had on.
My eyes went back and forth; as I watched her move and unpack various clothes and items she had taken to college with her. Helping when she asked, but always waiting for my chances to catch her in the act of reaching far for something, or bending down to move or pick up anything. I had tried my best to keep her from noticing my gaze over the past few years. If she were to ever realize my secret desire, she would no doubt find me a complete freak and severe contact with me permanently.
But, it comes as no surprise to me of her predicted response. I don’t know how many beautiful, young women would openly accept their younger brother’s urge to please them sexually, but I can’t imagine it’s more than an extreme minority. With this thought in mind, I’ve kept my feelings to my fantasies. Reminding myself that if I were to ever have a sexual encounter with my gorgeous, older sister, it’d have to be in my head.
Let me describe my situation a little for you. My name is Bryan; I’m an average 17-year-old male, turning 18 in late October. I stand five feet, ten inches tall, with short, brown, hair, green eyes and a decent build. I don’t workout non-stop as many guys do, and I’m a bit of a techy kind of guy. As much as I perform well in sports, they just aren’t my thing. So I say I’m in decent shape, not near perfection, but nowhere close to out of shape. I just started summer vacation a couple of weeks back, and am heading into my senior year of high school directly afterward. My views on things have always been very open and accepting. Not many things in life repulse or phase me in anyway, so I attribute my, as many of this world call “abnormal, sick, perverted”, incestuous desires to be the cause of my uncaring and open attitude towards life. Not to mention I don’t follow any sort of religion, unlike my sister.
My sister Sarah is a semi-over achieving, 21-year-old female. She’s quite different from me in stature, as she takes after my father’s side of the family, and I’m closer to my mom’s, resembling my uncles in their body type. My sister however is only five feet exactly, not a centimeter taller or shorter. She has short, blonde (for some reason, wishing to dye it from her natural dark brown color) hair, styled similar to Victoria Beckham, the tips of the strands just at her mid-neck. She shares my eyes, being green as well. She has a pair of 36C breasts that truly stand out with her being as short as she is. She differs from me in the field of physicality. She has always been very concerned about the level of fitness she is at, as well as her overall image to everyone around her. She dresses very stylish, and spends more money than I feel is necessary on shoes and clothes. She’s always been extremely active in school, sports and extracurricular activities. From her time in junior high until the end of her senior year, she had been involved in basketball, volleyball, cross-country, gymnastics, and any clubs that’s job it was to work on events happening around the school. Setting up for dances, plays or sporting events that she wasn’t on the team for. Her helpful nature, combined with her very heavy Christian values made her an exemplary individual.
Her and me are just very different people. I don’t put emphasis on my grades, whereas I recall her never receiving below an A in any class or subject from elementary through high school, and even when she earned a grade that low, she would beat herself up over it. She spoke for her class at graduation, and I’m most likely only going to be there just because I’m graduating. She jumped right into college, even taking courses over a summer to finish her first college school year earlier, so she can begin looking for a teaching job as soon as possible. I have no straightforward idea as to what I’m going to do after school, but it’s just my personality to not worry or stress over things.
“Bryan!” my sister yelled, breaking my mulling over some of the differences between us.
“What?” I asked in response, unfolding my arms.
“Are you going to help me move my bed, or just stand there all day?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll help”
I knew my presence wasn’t needed, and neither was my help. She was completely capable of maneuvering her bed for her little bedroom remodeling herself. Lucky for me though, Sarah isn’t someone who enjoys cleaning up or moving things on her own, and is overly dependent upon my parents and myself when she wants something done. Even if I weren’t helping her with heavy lifting, she still consistently asks on all occasions, “Bryan, can you please keep me company while I’m cleaning up my room?”
She will eventually rope me into helping out in some way other than my being there, but I can’t really complain. I get to stare at her when she isn’t facing my general direction, and I get to admire her well-toned body that she’s gained from the active lifestyle she has. Having previously worked at the YMCA herself, it’s only fitting that she keeps herself in shape by eating healthy, and making exercise a common element in her life. Then throw in her still overcoming a previous obsession with tanning, and she is quite the looker. Nice hair, healthy, lightly tanned skin, attractive face, and very hot body; I can’t help but find her physically appealing.
As I see her standing there, not more than three feet away from me, chewing lightly on her thumbnail, as she finalizes her decision of bed placement. My mind drifts again to thoughts of her with less clothing. Images of her stripping slowly in front of me, slipping her thumbs under the top line of her spandex pants, and moving her hips seductively from side to side, as she slides them slowly off. Crossing her arms at the base of her shirt, peeling it off slowly over her head, leaving her in sexy matching underwear. Continuing by un-snapping her bra and shyly covering her breasts from me, teasing my full view of them.
Before she continued any further, I shook my head in a vain attempt to clear the thoughts of her from my mind. I know it’s useless to push the fantasies away, considering I’ve had them since I was 15; and I’m nearing 18 right now. I typically just accept my inner wants, and play them out through various scenarios in my mind, but since she was in the same room as me, and standing directly to my right. I felt it might be best I try to forget them for the short time I’m near her, let’s just say that basketball shorts aren’t the greatest leg garment one could use to hide a “growing” need from someone.
“Alright, take that end,” she said, pointing to the opposite side.
Then following her instructions, I helped her position her bed where she wanted. After we finished, she fell back onto her queen-sized mattress, sighing in relief, as she said, “I think I’m all done unpacking. Thanks for you help Bryan.”
“Yeah, no problem.” I reply. Looking over to her as she pulls herself up to lean back on her arms, pressing her chest out a little. This action stretching her shirt across her breasts, accentuating their shape for my visual pleasure. I can feel a blush rising as I continue to stare and admire my older sister. The afternoon sun shining on her, making her look even more beautiful.
I couldn’t take being this close to her anymore, so I turn around, announcing, “Well, I think I’m going to leave now.”
“Aww, but I’m bored.”
“I’m sorry about that, but all I was here for was to help you unpack, and now that that’s done, I’m going back downstairs.”
“Fine, leave. I don’t want you here anymore anyway.”
I smiled at her cute display of disappointment, “See, we both win then. I’ll see you later.”
“Whatever” she said as she shooed me away.
I closed the door behind me; breathing a sigh of relief as I left that torturous room, housing my sexy, object of affection. I turned on my heel and headed downstairs to return to the other end of our house, which was basically my room, the room where I keep my computer and video games. I pulled up my swivel chair, sitting down and deciding to surf the web for a little while.
Hours later, I leaned back, stretching in my chair, checking the clock and seeing that it was past midnight. Getting up, I finish off the ice water I drink throughout the day. Then shut off my computer, and head upstairs to bed.
I walk past it and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth, noticing my parent’s are asleep and see light creeping beneath my sister’s door, remembering to peak in after I’m done. I put my brush and floss back into the drawer once I finish, then shut off the light. I crack my sister’s door open slowly, checking in on her, as she often leaves her light on and falls asleep anyway. I look in, and see her lying atop her covers, eyes closed as she breathes softly. Her shirt is pulled up a little, as her hand rests on her exposed stomach. Her legs were spread slightly, and I could barely see the outline of her sexy panties beneath.
I gulped quickly, and licked my lips. The sight of her like this making my fantasies return, as I began to grow harder. I couldn’t help myself, and tiptoed quietly into her room. Saying in my mind that I was only going in there to turn off her TV. I moved across the room to hit the power button on her television. Then I stopped right there, looking down at my gorgeous, older sister. I took small, silent steps closer to her bed. For some reason excitement and lust pushing logic from my head, as I placed one hand onto her mattress.
I was being stupid, especially considering how light of a sleeper Sarah is. But I just wasn’t thinking straight. I moved ever closer to the sexy woman sleeping right in front of me. On my knees, I crawled slowly towards her. I sat back, inches away from her. I was surprised she hadn’t awoken already.
I let my eyes trail from her toes upward, running along every curve and shape on her body. Coming to stop at her peaceful face, her lips just barely parted, as I listened to her soft, content, breathing. My face was becoming flushed from the sexual excitement building up within me, my breathing becoming shallower. I hesitantly leaned down slowly, bringing my face closer to hers. I moved my left hand to her other side, and held my weight above her body. My mind was racing, and my heartbeat quickening. I couldn’t believe I was this close to my sister. I stared at her soft features, admiring how beautiful she was, and how cute she looked while sleeping.
I licked my lips once more, thinking how crazy I am for doing this. But I took my chances, betting on her being too tired from her day of work to wake up while I’m present. I was inches away from her face, staring at her full, un-painted, pink lips. I closed my eyes, pausing for just a moment, before pressing my lips to hers in the softest manner I could attempt. I didn’t feel her react, so I held my lips there a little longer, loving the feel of kissing this sexy woman beneath me. With the knowledge that the woman happened to be my older sister, our contact only turned me on even more.
I carefully pulled my lips from hers, praying I didn’t wake her with my actions. I let my eyes open slowly, revealing to me a shocked, matching pair looking back at me. My own eyes grew much wider in an instant, realization dawning on me that I had been caught red-handed, with no possible excuse or explanation to save myself from the trouble I brought.
“Uhh…umm…I…ah…umm”, I incoherently mumbled out.
I couldn’t decide if her complete silence was better or worse than if she had an extremely loud outburst. I leaned back more, opening and closing my mouth quickly a few times, not having a single idea what to say. I just averted my gaze from my sister’s, with shame, embarrassment and worry affecting me on many levels.
After what seemed like an eternity, my sister finally spoke to me.
“Bryan…” she whispered quietly. “What do you think you’re doing?”
I felt a little surprised. She didn’t yell or release any form of fury upon me. I looked back at her and couldn’t find a trace of anger, only puzzlement. I thought about her question, contemplating how to answer. I wasn’t entirely sure what she wanted to her.
I scratched my head softly, looking downcast as I formed my reply to her. “I…umm…well, I was just…uh...”
“Well?” “You were just what?”
“I don’t really know what you want me to say.”
“I asked, what do you think you’re doing?”
I didn’t think she wanted me to say I was kissing her, I felt that was a little obvious. Did she want an apology, or a complete explanation? I just didn’t know what to say. I decided to go with the first of the three, but expecting her to call me stupid for saying something she already knew.
“I was kissing you.” I whispered out, letting my eyes return to their downward angle.
“I could tell. But were you?”
“I…well…I can’t tell you.” Kissing Sarah was bad enough; I didn’t really want to reveal to her my deepest secret.
“Alright. I think you should leave now.”
I sat there, silent and dumbfounded. Why hadn’t she yelled at me, or screamed, or…anything? She just acted so calm about the whole thing. It wasn’t really what I was expecting. “Umm…is that all.”
“Yes, just leave my room please.”
I got up, heading towards her door. Looking back, my sister had already lain back down, and turned her back to me, pulling her covers up to her shoulders. I whispered out softly, “I’m sorry Sarah.” Then I flipped her light switch, leaving her in darkness, closed her door and walked back to my room.
I turned on my small fan I use to keep cool. Then slid under my own covers, looking up at the ceiling in silence. A ton of questions were flying through my head. “Would she tell our parents?” “Why was she so calm?” “What was she thinking?” The only answers I had to the questions I was posing to myself, was that I’ll have to wait and see. I couldn’t fall asleep well that night. Glancing to the red numbers of my alarm clock, seeing it was four in the morning. I sighed heavily, my eyes closing, finally finding rest.
A couple of days passed. My sister seemingly avoiding contact with me, but surprisingly, I hadn’t heard a word from my parents. So I figured things were going to be ok in terms of keeping it a secret. If Sarah hadn’t mentioned anything yet, I doubt she will any time in the future.
I rarely saw my sister over these past days. I’d only catch glimpses of her coming in from a day with her friends, and hearing her say goodbye to my parents when she’d leave. I assume she was pretty upset with me, although she may not have shown it the night I kissed her. I was feeling guilty about this whole thing. I’d no doubt disappointed my sister with my actions, and she couldn’t bring herself to talk or look at me.
It was just about noon, while I was flipping through random channels, looking for anything worth watching. My parent’s were both at work, and my sister was upstairs alone, as she’d been every time her friends weren’t around.
I heard my sister coming down the stairs, “Bryan…I think we should talk.” She said softly.
I looked back over the couch; surprised that Sarah was actually acknowledging me. “Right now?” I asked
“Yes, it’s important, so come up to my room.”
“Umm…alright.” I wasn’t sure what she had to say to me, but I figured if I said no, I’d only upset her even more.
I got up; hitting power on the remote, and then followed my sister upstairs. She waited at the door for me, letting me walk in first. I took a seat on her bed, and saw her close and lock her door. I looked quizzically at her, wondering why she closed her door. I watched her walk past me and sit to my left.
We sat silently for a short while, making me tap the heel of my foot in impatience and nervousness. I noticed she just looked down the entire time, probably too ashamed to look at me.
I couldn’t take the silent treatment any longer, and decided to speak. “So…what exactly did you want to talk about?”
She sighed once, before saying, “You already know.”
I scratched the back of my head, telling her, “Look, I said I was sorry about that. I shouldn’t have kissed you, and I’m grateful for you not telling mom or dad. I’m glad you’re were accepting enough to not make a big deal about it.”
There was a short pause before she replied, “No…you’re wrong…”
I was wrong? Does that mean she told our parents? “What?” “What do you mean I’m wrong?”
“It wasn’t me being kind or accepting or anything. That’s not why I kept it from mom and dad.”
I arched an eyebrow, wondering what she was getting at. “So then, why did you stay quiet?”
She turned her head, her eyes connecting with mine, before whispering, “Because I liked it.”
My eyes widened with her little confession. My sister actually liked me kissing her? I couldn’t believe this. I didn’t know what to say to her. This may have been the type of response I’ve dreamed about, but it was definitely the last thing I expected.
I let my eyes return to their normal size, noticing her slightly saddened and embarrassed expression. “You…you liked it?” I asked.
“Wow…I…I’m not sure what to say to that. I figured you’d feel completely offended by it.”
“No…I was surprised to wake up to your lips. But I still enjoyed it.”
I stayed silent. Wondering where we were supposed to go from here. My mind was entertaining my fantasies once again.
“So…you never answered my question. Why did you do it?” She asked, a little louder than she was previously talking.
I pondered her question for a moment. Since she seemed to be ok with my kissing her, I assume she wouldn’t be opposed to me admitting my attraction to her. I turned back to her, saying, “Well, I did it because I wanted to. Because…I’m…well…I’m attracted to you.”
Her expression didn’t change. She most likely figured my response was obvious based upon the fact that I kissed her. “How long have you felt this way about me?” she asked.
“A few years.” I said. I paused shortly, before continuing, “It’s just…well…you’re so gorgeous, and your body is very sexy.” “You’re one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen.”
She blushed lightly from my words. “Really?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long. Even just a short one like I gave you.” I said.
I gulped quickly and my face began to flush. “In all honesty, I’d like to do more than kiss. I want to make you feel good.” “I want to please you to the best of my ability.”
We both sat there with extreme sexual tension between us, neither of us looking at the other. I began chewing my lip, waiting for my sister to say something. Then I felt something atop my hand. Looking between us, I noticed Sarah’s hand was what I felt. Then I looked up, linking eyes with her. We stared at each other for a moment, before she leaned in quickly and pressed her lips to mine.
For the first couple of seconds, I didn’t respond, having been caught off guard. Then my mind registered what had just happened, and my eyes closed slowly, while I kissed Sarah back. It felt good to kiss her the other day, but this was great. Knowing she enjoyed it, and sharing the kiss, rather than just giving one to her. We held our lips together for what felt like an eternity, before breaking apart when the need for air came.
Our cheeks were flushed, and our breathing was rapid. Sarah smiled at me, saying, “That felt nice.”
I moved my hand from under hers and brought it behind her. Placing it on the small of her back, pushing in and rubbing lightly. I ran it slowly upwards, towards her neck, making her arch her chest forward slightly, as my fingertips tickled her back. I stopped at her neck, giving it small squeezes. I used my hand to pull her towards me, as I kissed her again.
She opened her mouth, sliding her tongue against my lips, licking over my bottom one. I opened my own mouth, and let our warm appendages meet in the middle. We moved them around, wrestling softly between our mouths. She placed her right hand on my thigh, rubbing it up and down. I raised my hand higher, letting it run through her soft, short hair. We were beginning to get heated in our kissing. Sarah was moaning quietly in our small make-out session.
My sister jerked back suddenly, and scooted away from me a little, letting her breath slow again. I sat there confused for a moment, “Bryan…I…maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.” She said with a hint of worry in her voice. “It’s just that…well…we’re siblings, it’s not right. I’ve always stuck to my beliefs strongly, and even kissing you that way…it wasn’t something I should have done.”
“Look…I completely understand how you feel. I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to. Our kissing was fine for me. If you don’t want to go any further, then we won’t.”
“I…I want to…it’s just…it’s wrong.”
I placed a hand on her shoulder, “How can it be wrong? If we both want to, then there’s no problem right?”
“I know…but still…this isn’t easy for me. I feel ashamed for even considering this.”
“It’s ok. I know you’re having a tough time with this whole situation.” I told her.
She didn’t say anything for a short while. I let her mull over her thoughts and decide what she wanted. After some time of silence, she turned back to me, and scooted closer again. “I know that this is wrong, and I’m sure I’m going to regret it, but I don’t care.” She admitted, grabbing my hand.
“Let’s just take this slow.” I began blushing, “It’s my first time anyway…so…”
She smiled and said, “It’s my first time as well…”
I was a little shocked, but I was fairly sure she might have been a virgin as well because of her religious standing.
“Well, it will be, if we go completely through with this.” She said.
“I’d really like to.” I brought my free hand up to her cheek, and began stroking it softly.
She smiled, leaning into my hand, “Yeah…Same here.”
I knew she was still nervous about this, as was I. But at least we would both have that feeling together. I leaned forward, as she mirrored my actions. Re-connecting our lips once again in a sweet kiss, attempting to return to the flow of our prior actions. I pulled away and slid back on her bed, moving closer to her headboard.
I could see her trembling slightly, and I needed to coax her a little. So I reached my hand out for her. She set hers in mine, letting me pull her towards me. I spread my knees apart, allowing her to crawl in-between them. We laced our fingers together, as she placed her other hand onto my stomach.
I brought my right hand back up to her face, pulling it forward a little as I leaned in to kiss her. We continued kissing for a while. Letting our tongues move around each other, and really getting used to our relationship changing slowly with each kiss.
She sat up onto her knees, and inched closer to me. We kept our hands connected, as I moved my other to wrap around her waist, pulling her into my chest. She was leaned over me, my face upturned to meet her lips hungrily. Her left hand ran up my arm, gripping my shoulder at the top. She began rubbing it gently, relieving tension from me. Then she moved it behind me, running her slender fingers through my hair lovingly.
I loosened my hold around her, and moved my hand to her soft ass. I gripped her left cheek, and gave it small squeezes, loving the feel of its roundness in my hand through her jeans. I broke our kiss, and gave her chin a small peck. Then brushed my lips quickly across her skin, working my way down her neck.
She leaned back, as I began sucking softly at the sweet skin of her neck and collarbone. Her skin was so smooth, and the wonderful aroma she produced was an extreme turn on. Her sexy moans and heavy breathing only made me attack her neck more viciously.
“Mmm…Bryan…that feels good…” she said, as I licked upward to the tip of her chin, and then kissed it lightly.
“Your skin tastes great Sarah. I can’t get enough of it.” I told her. Making her look down and met my lips with hers.
I disconnected my left hand from hers, and slipped it under her white t-shirt. I tickled my fingers across her waist, making her giggle lightly. I saw my hand disappear behind the cotton material. I let it follow its course slowly up her side before coming to rest on the intricately designed bra beneath. As I squeezed her breast softly, she sat up higher on her knees, letting me run my hand back and forth between her perfectly shaped behind and the end of her thigh.
I continued feeling her up from the front and back. Letting my hands explore her body a little, while I continued assaulting her sensitive neck with my mouth. She grabbed both of my arms and pushed them away from her body. I sat back, looking disappointed for a moment, wondering why she would stop me out of nowhere.
She laughed lightly, saying, “Don’t look so upset baby brother.” She leaned down and gave me a chaste kiss on the lips, before continuing, “I just didn’t like this being in the way.”
She moved her hands from my arms and began lifting her shirt up and over her head, revealing her well proportioned breasts resting behind the well designed, pink, lacey bra. She tossed her small shirt away from her bed and crooked her finger in a suggestive manner, signaling me to return to caressing her soft body.
Smiling, I leaned towards her again. Only to have her rest her hands on my shoulders and tug my black t-shirt shirt lightly up. I lifted my own garment above me and threw it in the direction my sister threw hers. This time, I waited for no signal, and leaned into my sexy sister once again. I rubbed my cheek and chin softly against her stomach, breathing in her wonderful scent, while running my hands up and down her smooth, tanned back.
She stroked my hair lovingly with her right hand, while she massaged my back lightly with her left. She sighed contently, enjoying the closeness we were sharing. I kissed the top of her stomach a few times, and then slid my tongue up and down in the same spot, leaving her skin wet with my saliva. I moved up a little higher, and centered my mouth over her right breast. I kissed her nipple through the material, and sucked lightly on it. I could feel her nipple harden against my tongue, so I pulled away and copied the same actions onto the other mound of lace-covered flesh.
I brought my hands to her front, and began fumbling with the button and zipper of her jeans. She quickly scooted away, and slid off the bed. I watched her repeat the actions of my recurring fantasies, as she un-buttoned and un-zipped her jeans and slowly slid them off. She wiggled her hips a little from side to side, and smiled at me seductively. I grinned back as she removed them completely, and was left standing in her matching pink, flower designed, lace bra and panties.
I wont lie and say I haven’t snooped through her underwear drawer a couple of times. I was glad to find that the pair of panties she was wearing just happened to be my favorite. They were very sexy with the frills hanging from the top edge, and the small dark pink bow resting in the middle of them. I licked my lips in anticipation, seeing the small stain on the front of her panties. It was nice to know that my sister was turned on and growing wet because of me.
She moved back onto the bed, and crawled on her hands and knees toward me, keeping that same smile plastered across her face. I’d never seen her look this way, and it was such a turn on. She met my lips once quickly, before laying down to my left on her elbow.
I only felt it fair to remove my own jeans, and quickly discarded them as well. I placed my right hand on top of her foot, and trailed my fingers up her body slowly, not being able to get enough of her smooth body. I ran them over her calves, then her thigh. Up and over her waist, then across her arm and shoulder. I stopped it there and pushed back and down. She laid back and still, letting me climb over her.
I sat above her, holding my weight up with my hands to her sides. I stared down into her blushing face, and stroked her cheek with my thumb.
“You’re so beautiful.” I said
I didn’t allow her to respond, as I kissed her quickly. Our tongues wrestled softly, small trails of saliva seeping out of the corners of Sarah’s mouth. I broke our kiss and ran my hand to the side straps of her bra. Pulling a little, she got the hint and sat up to remove the article. Tossing it away, as with the others, she returned to her back, and allowed me to bring my lips into direct contact with the skin of her full and soft breasts.
I dripped some spittle onto her light pink nipple, and let her feel it grow cold from the air. Helping to make it as hard as possible. Her breast received refreshing warmth a moment after, as my mouth closed around it.
I began to suckle softly, making my sister moan, “Mmm…keep that up. It feels great.”
I smiled against her breast, and broke the contact to run my tongue over the areola. Circling the nipple a couple of times, before closing down and sucking again. She turned her body more, allowing my left hand to run down her thigh and back up to grip her ass. Her skin was now fully available with her jeans out of the way. I swapped over and attended to her right breast now. Trying to give it the same amount of attention her left had received.
While continuing nursing on my sister’s bosom, I hooked my finger through the edge of her panties, and began shoving them down. I pulled from her chest for a short moment to whisper, “Raise your waist up a little.” She complied in no time. Lifting her hips from the mattress, and letting me pull down the other side of her panties.
She wiggled her legs until the underwear slipped to her foot, and she was able to kick it off. We returned to our comfortable positions, her hands squeezing small knots in my hair as I continued my ministrations to her soft front. I made her yelp quietly, as I bit down on her nipple.
“Not so hard Bryan.” She told me sternly.
I bit lighter this time, and let my tongue heal it slowly. I brought my hand across my sister’s thigh and placed it against her growing wetness. Sarah gave a short gasp as my hand rested between her legs.
“Ahh…please, little brother.” She pleaded softly.
I broke from her breast, and smiled up at her. “Please what?” I asked. Of course I already knew what she wanted, but it would be so much better hearing it from her.
“Please, move your fingers. Ohhh…you’ve got me so hot right now.” She moaned out.
“Alright sis. Anything to make you happy.” I replied.
I nudged her right shoulder with my face, motioning for her to lie back all the way. She brought her right hand up to her mouth to chew on her thumbnail in nervousness and anticipation. I nuzzled my face in the crook of Sarah’s neck, tickling her skin with my breath. I nibbled softly on the small skin above her collarbone.
I pressed my hand harder against her hot pussy, feeling how wet my sister was getting. I ran my middle finger up and down slowly, never pressing in, just teasing the outside. I soon added my ring finger, letting them both move up and down, side to side and in small circles along her lower lips. Her moans slowly got louder as I continued stimulating her dripping sex.
I sped up my rubbing, and make small stops to tease her clit, before returning to caressing. I stopped the rubbing motions of my hand, and decided to slip them into her entrance slowly. She breathed out heavily, as my two fingers pressed in.
“Mmm…yeah, that’s good” “You’re doing great Bryan.” She said to me.
I kissed her neck once softly and replied, “Thanks. Judging by how wet you’re getting, you must be enjoying this.”
“Oh, very much so. Just don’t stop now.”
I began a slow pumping of my fingers. Letting them slide out partially, then back into her hot center. Her juices were seeping out of her pussy, spreading onto my fingers and her bedspread. I wondered if she’d be upset about that, but ignored it quickly as her moaning brought me back to my task at hand. I pulled my fingers out momentarily, and trailed them up her smooth stomach, and across her heaving chest, and up to my mouth. I enclosed my lips around them both, as I sucked the remaining sweet juices from my skin.
I ran my fingers back down again to continue pleasing her. Sliding my fingers in and out of her, making her murmur my name softly. Her breathing was becoming slightly ragged, as I pressed in deeper and faster. I continued kissing, sucking and biting on her neck, knowing I’d probably leave a small hickey soon.
“Mmm…faster, go faster…” She moaned out, as she began to slowly buck her hips to match my rhythm.
I did just what she asked, and began to speed up my hand movements. I moved my body up and saw her flustered face. The red tint on her cheeks, and her half-lidded eyes made her look so sexy. I glanced at her barely open mouth, as her breathing became shallower. I captured her lips with my own, as she moaned into my mouth. I tongues moved around in our mouths, as I continued to finger her quickly. I could tell she was getting closer, so I pulled away from her mouth, leaving her lips still wet with our saliva.
I moved down her body, kissing her stomach once, and then I slipped my fingers from her. She noticed what I was planning, and began chewing her lip cutely. I gazed at her gorgeous, inviting pussy-lips. She was dripping by now, and I smiled up at her, before giving them a soft and short kiss. I licked my lips, tasting her sweet juices, then kissed her hot center again, this time more forcefully.
“Ahh…that’s so good, don’t just kiss though.” She told me.
I looked up, and saw her begin to massage her breast, as her other hand reached down and moved through my hair. She pinched her nipple and pulled on it slightly, while her right hand began lifting strands of my hair, and letting them drop back down. She bent her knees, and pressed her hand onto the back of my head. I listened to her silent command, gripping her thighs softly, and diving back in to her sweet pussy.
I ran my tongue up slowly several times, and then switched to short and soft licks. I’d swap between these two, going side to side and in circular motions a few times. I felt her hand press harder against the back of my head. Taking this as a signal, I brought my hand up to her pussy, and spread her lips slightly, as I forced my warm tongue into her body.
“That’s it, keep that up…It feel’s…so wonderful…little brother…Come on, I’m…so close, make your big sis…cum with your mouth.” Sarah moaned out between breaths.
I’d never heard my sister talk this way. It was really turning me on, reminding me how hard I’ve been this entire time. My cock was staining the front of my boxers with pre-cum. Lucky for Sarah though; I’d rather pleasure her first, before I worry about myself.
I sped up my licking, teasing her clit shortly from time to time, before pressing back in again. My hair felt like it was ready to be ripped out, with how hard she was pulling on it. I ignored the slight pain, and continued bringing my big sister closer to her climax. Her moans were getting louder, and she was gripping both my hair and the bright pink comforter on her bed.
“Ohh…yesss…I’m…I’m going to cum…you’re so good baby bro…sooo goood.”
It wasn’t much longer after her latest string of words that felt I her body shaking subtly, and her grip on my hair tighten. Her juices came flooding out to meet my open mouth and face. Her moaning getting the loudest it had gotten this whole time. I began lapping up the juices I was able to, licking her through her orgasm, drawing out her pleasure as long as I could.
I looked up, and saw her resting her head back on her pillow, with her left hand lying over her eyes. I could hear her heavy breathing, as she came down from her intense release. I kissed and licked her inner thighs, cleaning them as best as I could from the mess she made.
I slid up her body, and held myself above her. She moved her hand and smiled at me. I leaned down and kissed her softly. I hoped she didn’t mind tasting herself a little as we shared our sweet incestuous kiss. I broke our kiss, and rolled over to her side. We laid there for short time in silence, our little sibling sexual encounter really setting in to our minds.
She rolled over, and snuggled against my side, resting her head on my chest. I brought my hand to her arm and began stroking her soft skin lightly, pulling her a little tighter to me. I loved being this close to Sarah. Her smell and feel was intoxicating. She was so sexy and wonderful. My eyes snapped open, as I felt a hand gripping my member through its material.
She looked up to my face, before stating, “You’re still hard you know?”
I laughed lightly at her obvious statement, “Yeah, I know.”
“Well, it’s a little unfair isn’t it? You just laid back and seem fine right now. You deserve to receive some pleasure right?”
“Don’t worry, it’s fine. How about another time?”
She looked quizzically at me, “Really? Are…Are you sure? I mean what was this then in that case?”
I smiled and kissed her forehead. “Yes really, I’m sure.” My sister stayed silent. “I guess you could call this my desire to please.”
She furrowed her brow, making me laugh again. I ran my fingers through her soft, short hair, thinking, “Maybe I’ll explain that little statement to her later.”
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