Grocery Shopping with Pete

"Hi, can I have one pound of provolone cheese please?" I ask of the old man behind the deli counter. He smiles at me and nods. I stand, waiting for my cheese, with my hip jutted out and my sunglasses perched on top of my head. The summer days are rapidly passing by, and this might be the last time I go grocery shopping for the family before going back to school. I am going to be a sophomore at URI, and in less than a week I would be in my new apartment with my best friends, Ally and Rose.

Oddly enough, grocery shopping is one of my favorite things to do. People always make fun of me for it, especially my brother Pete. Except most of the times when I was home, Pete came with me anyways, like he is now.

Anyways, grocery shopping is always a whole lot more fun when I'm back at home, because then I get to spend my mother's money instead of my own! But back in Rhode Island, I did the grocery shopping for my dorm anyways, all of us chipping in a little bit. And I knew that this coming year, when I would be in my apartment for the first time, I would do the grocery shopping for Ally, Rose, and myself. Which is fine with me, of course, since I love grocery shopping.

The old man behind the counter hands me my cheese, and I move on to the fruit and vegetable section. Pete throws in a container of strawberries and a head of lettuce, and I grab a few apples. Pete is four years older than me. He recently moved out to Providence, so now we are practically neighbors. I don't mind though, because Pete and I have always been close. I remember when he went away to college in New Hampshire, I burst into tears. Since we lived in Massachusetts, I was able to visit him at Dartmouth fairly often, but it was never quite enough for me. So when he announced he was moving down to Providence, I was thrilled. Pete loves to surf, and he had already secured a full time job at a surf shop the next town over. It was his dream to own his own surf shop, and he wanted it to be right by the beach in RI. He planned to start looking for the perfect location once I went back to school; he was waiting until I went back to school before he moved into his new apartment.

We went down the next aisle, throwing in a couple bottles of gatorade for our younger brother, Henry. I grabbed some oat meal and a box of Great Grain cereal, and Pete threw in a box of Reese's Puffs cereal.

"Really, Pete? Reese's Puffs?" I say in mock exasperation.

"Yes really. It's the best cereal on earth!!" he exclaims. I laugh and shove him playfully on the shoulder. We continue down the aisles, and I proceed to put in the healthy items and Pete balances it out with junk food. Marshmellows, chocolate chip cookies, ice cream, brownie mix, and Toll House cookie dough.

"Oh, my God, Pete. Mom's gonna kill you! All we've gotten is junk!" I say while laughing. Under all of his junk, there is my box of cereal, oatmeal, the apples, lettuce, and strawberries. Those, and the fat-free milk are the only healthy items in the cart. And of course, Pete removes the fat-free milk and replaces it with whole milk. I just shake my head.

"What?" he says defensively. "I'm a growing boy! I need to eat!"

"Pete! You're twenty-four! You're done growing!!" I say back, but make no moves to nix the junk. And it's a good thing he is done growing, because he is basically already a giant. Standing at 6"4', he is now three inches taller than my dad and about 10 inches taller than myself. I come up to his chest, which is also huge and very muscular. Everything about Pete seems to be big, from his giant hands and his long and muscular legs. His shaggy blonde surfer hair and green eyes just add to his good looking-ness.

"Whatever, Anna. At least I don't eat this crap," he says, holding out my oatmeal and grinning down at me.

"What?! Oatmeal is not crap! Oatmeal is really good for you!" I exclaim, grabbing the container back from him and dropping it into the cart. He laughs at me.

"Well, if I ate all the crap you do, I would be 300 pounds!" I say, starting to laugh too.

"Oh, God, Anna. No you wouldn't! You're, like, the prettiest girl I know! Plus you go to the gym practically every day," he says back to me. And I guess it is true, I'm in pretty good shape. Standing at 5"7, I have a lean, athletic body and perky 34-C breasts. My long brown hair, now streaked blonde from hours in the summer sun, reaches just below my breasts. At the moment, it is tied back in a single braid down my back, and Pete swats at it. I laugh some more, and we get into line.

We get back to our large, three story house, and start unloading the groceries. I grab two bags, one of them full of the gatorades, and the other full of bottles of seltzer, milk, and soda. My knees buckle at the weight of it all. Pete is instantly at my side and takes the bags from my hands with ease. He grabs another bag for each hand, now carrying four bags, and heads inside. It looks like he isn't even trying. Sighing at my apparent weakness, I grab the last three bags with the bread, cookies, and cheese. I head inside and set the bags down on the kitchen table. I am sweaty from the hot summer sun, and my tank top is sticking to me. Adjusting my shorts and pulling my shirt away from my body a few times, I start to unload the groceries.

Pete jumps right in, making the unloading instantly more fun. He juggles the apples and head of lettuce, before dropping them on the kitchen floor. We both collapse in laughter and proceed to pick them up before our mom comes in to scold us. Pete completely downs one of the bottles of gatorade and burps loudly. We laugh even more, and we are soon laying on the ground in a heap. His breath tickles my face, smelling of the sweet gatorade. He smiles at me, his green eyes looking into my dark brown ones. Pete holds my gaze for a few moments, then clears his throat as if he suddenly remembers something. He hurriedly stands up and quickly puts the remaining groceries away before running away without a word.

I am very confused. Did I do something to offend him? Or upset him somehow? I think back to the events of the day, and all I can think of is our many laughs together. I decide maybe I should check on him and apologize for who knows what.

I head up the first flight of stairs and go around the corner, past Henry's room and my parent's room. I go up the next flight of stairs, to the third floor, where Pete's room and my room are. I go past my room, dropping my purse on the floor as I pass it. I head down the hall to Pete's room, and his door is closed. Raising my hand to knock, I suddenly stop. There is a low moaning coming from inside his room. It's Pete. And I realize he is masturbating. My eyes widen in astonishment. I press my ear against the door to confirm my suspicions. Yes, he is definitely masturbating. And murmering...my name!!

"Anna, Anna," he softly moans. I stagger back a few steps and I suddenly realize why he dashed out of the kitchen so fast. I had turned him on! Made him horny! He was now masturbating to thoughts of me! I couldn't decide if I liked the idea or not. It was wrong, definitely wrong, but the thoughts were actually making me a little wet.

I decide to be daring, and I knock softly on the door. Pete instantly falls silent.

"Pete?" I ask softly.

He clears his throat, then, "Yes?"

"Is everything okay? You kinda rushed out on me, and we were having fun!" I respond. I can just imagine him blushing that.

"Yeah, I'm just a little tired. I think I'm going to take a nap," he says.

"Can I come in? I'll give you a back rub!" I say, knowing he wouldn't be able to resist that. I used to give him back rubs all the time, until he left for college. I hadn't given him one since the beginning of the summer, but I knew he loved them.

"Okay, okay. One second," he says, and I hear the slight creak of his bed as he rolls off of it, and then the rustle of clothing as he quickly pulls pants on. He unlocks the door and opens it, looking slightly roused. There is a large lump in between his legs, and I try not to look. He didn't bother to pull a shirt on. This is the first time I really observe his upper body, since I had never thought of him in a sexual way. But now, I am attracted to his tight six pack, and his strong pecks, and the gorgeous way his back is shaped in a sexy V.

"Alright, lay down, I'll give you one. But only if you give me one too!" I tell him.

Pete laughs and says, "Okay, okay. Me first."

Pete lies down on his messy bed and rests his head on his arm. I take my position, sitting on his butt. It's always been weird, sitting like this, but it's the easiest way to give a massage, and we have both grown used to it.

I start at his broad shoulders, kneading the skin up and down his warm back. I work out the knots in his back, and release the stress built up in his shoulders. His hips are slightly raised, and I know he still has a hard on. I smile to myself. I knead the skin right above his ass, and his hips start to raise even a bit more. Deciding to be daring, I work down a little farther until my hands are hovering right above his ass cheeks. Pete is holding his breath, his eyes closed, and I think what the heck. I drop my hands down onto his butt and start kneading away. He is seriously moaning now, and I am a little nervous. I am too afraid to take it any farther, so I stop and say, "Okay, now it's my turn!"

Pete clears his throat and I climb off of him. I lay face down on his bed and inhale the smell of his sheets deeply. They smell just like him; a combination of laundry detergent, Old Spice deodorant, and Axe body wash and shampoo. It smells really good. I bury my face in his pillow so I can inhale the smell freely. Pete climbs on top of my butt. His hard on is pressing against my thighs, and he repositions himself so it is touching my pussy. Of course, I have underwear and shorts on, but I can still feel it pulsing against my soaking pussy.

"Do you want to take your shirt off so I can give you a real massage?" Pete asks boldly. I am a little shocked, but decide to oblige since it's true; he can give me a better massage if I take my t-shirt off.

I peel my green tank top over my shoulders and head and plop it on the ground, revealing my navy blue lace bra. Still on top of me, Pete unclasps the hook of my bra and I shrug it off, letting my breasts rest openly against his sheets. Pete starts massaging me, starting with my shoulders like I did to him. His hands are so big and strong, and it takes no time for him to cover the entire length of back. My back is miniscule compared to his, and his hands massage it me with ease. I am getting hornier by the second, and I know I will have to leave soon so I can masturbate. But Pete doesn't stop, and it feels so good. A few moans escape my lips, and all I can feel is his dick pressing against my pussy.

As Pete continues to massage my back, I start to rock my hips up and down so they rub gently against his dick. A moan comes from him, and he starts rocking too. We are now humping each other freely, and Pete is still massaging my back. The combined feelings are so amazing, and I start to hump his dick eagerly. I flex my thigh muscles so his hard cock is trapped between my legs, and we are both moaning pretty loudly by now.

Pete stops massaging my back and just lets his big hands rest on my shoulders. He starts humping harder, and groans again.

"Pete, Pete, we should stop," I say breathlessly, but I know that won't happen.

"Please, Anna, I need you," he responds, and we lose ourselves in the humping again.

After a few minutes of this, my pussy muscles tighten and I start to orgasm. My panties are soaking wet by now, and when my orgasm is over, Pete stops so he can pull his shorts and boxers off. I sit up and shimmy out of my jean shorts and black underwear, and I lay down, face up this time. Pete smiles down at me and positions himself between my legs. He starts by kissing around my upper and inner thighs, dancing around my clit but never touching it. He is driving me crazy.

"Pete! Stop teasing me!" I moan, and he chuckles, then quickly darts his tongue in and out of my pussy. With his thumb, he makes circles around my clit, and they faster and more eager with every rotation. I grab onto his hair with my hands and push my hips into his face. His tongue seems magical, and I am about to orgasm again. I grind my pussy into his face harder, and with a loud moan, I start to cum. My hips shake in pleasure.

"Pete, stop, stop," I say, completely out of breath. But he doesn't. Pete continues licking my pussy, and he massages my clit hard and fast. In just a few seconds, he has me orgasming again. I groan loudly and thrash my hips around, my body shaking uncontrollably. Now he stops and sits up, his face wet with my cum.

"Wow, you have a nice pussy, sis," he says grinning. I just moan in response, too out of breath to say anything. He laughs a little.

"Will you suck my dick?" he asks me. I nod, but still can't talk. He positions his dick over my face and squats over me. I kiss the head of it and grasp his ass cheeks with my hands. I lick his cock like a lollypop, like the first guy I gave a blow job too had instructed me. Massaging the bas of it and his balls, I take the first couple of inches in my mouth and start sucking him. The tip is already oozing with pre cum, and it drips down my throat. I take the lsat few inches in my mouth, and I deep throat him. He starts rocking his hips back and forth, face fucking me. I start to gag, but he doesn't pull out. With my left hand still on his butt, I take my right hand and caress his balls. He continues humping my face, and I can tell he is about to cum. His face tightens in concentration, and his penis erupts inside my mouth. I hungrily swallow as much of his cum as I can, but some of it dribbles down my chin.

Pete pulls out of my mouth and lays down on his side next to me. He places his hands on either side of my face and kisses me gently, licking the rest of his cum off of my face. While we kiss, he fondles my breasts. He tweaks my nipples, making them hard and pointy. He kneads them softly and caresses them. He breaks our kiss and moves down to suck on my nipples. My pussy begins to get wet again, and I can see his cock growing hard once more.

After a few minutes of him sucking on my nipples, he takes his right hand and places it in my pussy. He then inserts two fingers inside of me and rubs my g-spot with them. I moan again, and soon neither of us can take it anymore.

Pete positions himself over me and inserts the head of his dick inside my pussy. Both of us are nice and wet, so he slides a few more inches in with ease.

"Are you a virgin?" he asks me softly.

"No," I respond, now able to talk again. A look of jealousy crosses his face, but it soon disappears when I plant a soft kiss on his lips.

"Are you?" I ask.

"No," he says sheepishly. I pretend to look jealous for a minute like he did, but I laugh and we kiss again.

Pete proceeds to enter into me, and soon his nine inch cock is deep inside of me. He slowly thrusts it in and out, and I meet his thrusts with my hips.

Our thrusting goes on for about ten minutes, and then he picks up the pace a little. His thrusts become harder and faster, and his balls are slapping against my thighs. Suddenly, Pete pulls out.

"Get on your hands and knees," he commands, and I do as he says. He enters me from behind, pushing in fast and hard. He continues to thrust, placing his hands on either side of my hips for support. He grunts loudly and I moan, and I know he is once again getting ready to cum. I am too, and I lose it before he does. My body convulses, and I shake in an intense orgasm. My pussy muscles tighten and flex around his dick, and he almost slides out of me when my body goes limp. But Pete holds me up and shoves his cock back in and out of me, in and out, in and out. I scream out in another orgasm, and Pete finally cums inside of me. Our bodies shake with each other, and I am still screaming when I nearly black out and slump over. Pete catches me in his strong arms and lays me down on his bed. He lays down next to me, and I curl into his chest. We kiss some more, and he plays with my pussy as we do.

I can tell this year, with Pete living so close by, will be my best year yet.