The Pantry

"God, Michael, yes! Right there!" Erin whispered breathlessly, as I moved my tongue from curling between her delicate folds to doing figure-eights around her button. I hoped we were still being quiet enough that we weren't waking our parents. Maybe I should back up a bit...

I had just come home from my freshman year of college. My brain was fried from the end-of-year frenzy of finals, packing and catching the plane home, then learning again how to live with the crazy people I had grown up with. Our house was kind of small, so we were always running into each other coming out of bedrooms into hallways, having to move around each other in the kitchen or dining room, and coming back, it was no different. Having to share the single bathroom of the house with my family after basically having a bathroom to myself at college—my suite-mates never seemed to be around—was torture in the mornings, especially if my 17 year-old sister, Erin, got to it first. She always took forever, then acted like nothing was wrong when she would come out to me glaring at her for taking so long.

Still, coming home was nice, familiar, and comfortable, if not always calm. It seemed like Erin always had some kind of new drama going on. This week was no different, and she was griping about some guy from her school that wasn’t calling her after he’d promised he would.

“Why don’t you just call him then?” I interrupted her tirade.

“Just stay out of it, Michael!” she snapped back. Erin was the only person to call me “Michael”. Everyone else just called me “Mike” or “Mikey”. I think she did it because she thought it bothered me. Whatever.

“Suit yourself, kid.” She hated when I called her that, so I made it a point to do it whenever she got snarky. I walked back to my room and started to get ready for my day of blissful laziness. Hopefully, I could avoid Erin most of the day. It looked like it was going to be one of those days for her.

Growing up, she was actually really cool and fun to have around. She and I would go wander around the neighborhood or park—sometimes she would shove me and make me run after her for being a brat—, hang out in the backyard, or just play video games. We had a couple of my friends that would join us from time to time, but a lot of the time it was just me and her. Once she hit her teenage years, though, she got really moody and always seemed to be complaining about something new. For whatever reason, that also was about the time she and I stopped spending so much time together, and she started hanging out with her little girlfriends or whatever from school, while I would either hang out with my friends, or just do things on my own.

I mostly ignored her after that. Sometimes she would do the same, but every once in a while, when she seemed to be particularly restless, she would follow me around and pester me all day long, trying to get me to pay attention to her or listen to whatever it was she wanted me to care about. If I went to watch TV, she would stand in front of me. If I went to eat something, she would sit on me, and again after I shoved her off. If I went into my room, she would follow me and try to interrupt anything I was doing. I didn’t really understand it. Not then, anyway.

So it was one morning as I was laying down listening to my mp3 player—Mom and Dad had already left for work—, and Erin came in and sat on me.

“Get off me,” I said, my eyes still closed, and I shoved her unceremoniously off of me. I wasn’t surprised when she sat on me again, so again I shoved her off of me. Only, it occurred to me this time that whichever part of her I shoved was really soft. Crap, I just shoved her boob! I was probably going to hear about this all day. I sat up and turned toward her, hoping to head off the explosion.

“You alright?” I asked her as she was picking herself up.

She glared at me, and I started preparing myself for the coming storm, but I was surprised when her look turned mischievous, and she lunged headfirst into my chest and started gnawing on me, just like when we were younger. I couldn’t let this impertinent kid win a game I had historically dominated her at, so just like old times, we started wrestling and tickling each other.

She had gotten stronger since we last did this—she could really shove me now and her kicks could actually push my arms away. I wasn’t about to let her claim victory, though, not by a long shot. I pinned her to the bed with her arms above her head and me straddling both of her legs, pinning them in place. I bent down and starting gnawing back on her exposed stomach.

She let out something between a giggle and a gasp as I continued nibbling her flat stomach. I pushed her shirt up a bit and started tickling her side.

“Michael! Stop, that tickles!” she gasped. She started squirming and trying to get free. I licked her belly button, and she let out some kind of disgusted-sounding noise and redoubled her efforts to get away. In her squirming, however, she managed to get her body into a position where my tickling hand had slipped under her shirt and was over her left boob, and without thinking, I latched my hand onto it and started kneading it while I nipped more at her midriff.

“Michael!” she gasped breathlessly, her voice completely different from before, and suddenly I wasn’t in control of my actions. I kneaded that handful of tit for all it was worth, squeezing her hard little pebble between my fingers as I licked her belly button again and nibbled down to the waistband of the thin shorts she had worn as pajamas the night before. I could smell her scent wafting up from between her legs as I licked and nipped my way along the waistband, and I couldn’t get enough of it.

Suddenly, Erin got her legs free, and she used them to shove me away as hard as she could. I looked at her, my mind not really processing anything but the basics. Her face was completely flushed, her arms covering her chest protectively, and she was breathing like she’d just run a mile. She gave me a confused glare before getting up and walking out of my room. I heard a door slam shut.

Great...

I certainly couldn’t think straight with what just happened, so I grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower. As I lathered myself up, I let my mind replay what had just happened between me and my sister. I rinsed myself off and grabbed the shampoo to wash my hair while I thought about how warm and soft Erin’s breast felt in my hand, how hard her nipple had been between my fingers, and how I couldn’t get enough of the taste of her skin. I was rock-hard as I rinsed my hair out, so I grabbed Erin’s conditioner, squirted some into my hands, and lubed myself up with it. Damn, that felt good. I thrust into my hand and remembered the breathless way she had gasped my name and the way her cute little belly button had tasted. It was no sugar and spice, but the lightly salty taste of her skin had me going crazy.

“Michael,” she gasped breathlessly.

I pumped once, twice, three times into my conditioner-lubed hand, and I came harder than I could remember.

“Erin,” I groaned out as I shot all over the shower wall and the knobs for the bath.

I let my breath calm down and finished washing up, thinking about what the hell was going on between me and my moody, annoying little sister.

I couldn’t believe what had come over me. I hadn’t even thought about it before I started going at her like it was the most natural thing in the world. I’d had a few girlfriends over the year, so it wasn’t like I was sex-starved or anything, yet I’d never been more turned on with any of my ex-girlfriends than I was when I had my hand wrapped around my sister’s boob and she was gasping my name like she couldn’t get enough of me. I was beginning to see Erin in a new light.

After my shower, I definitely felt better and more clear-headed, and I went out to grab a snack. Erin hadn’t come out of her room yet, and I figured I wouldn’t press it, so I sat down to play some video games. At some point, I thought, I should really call up some of my old friends that were bound to still be in town, but I figured I had all summer, and I just wanted to relax.

After about fifteen minutes of playing, I was pretty into it, and I didn’t hear my sister approach me from behind.

“Michael.”

“Shit!” I jumped. “Don’t do that, Erin, geez.” She paused.

“Sorry. Hey, can I play with you? The game, I mean!” she added quickly, not meeting my eyes. She was still wound up.

“Yeah, sure.” She went over and grabbed the other controller—she had changed out of her nightwear and into jeans, but I couldn’t stop staring at her butt—, then sat down, as far away from me on the other couch as she could. Was she afraid of what I would do?

We played silently for a bit before I started asking her about her year and friends to try to get her mind off... things. She answered stiffly at first, but eventually loosened up.

“So what’s going on with your boy, Jeremy, or Tony, or whatever?” I asked flippantly, not knowing the name of this guy at all. I may not have actually cared, either.

“ Mark. And he’s being a jerk. We sort of dated off and on throughout the year, and on the last day, he said he’d call me and we’d go out over the break, but it’s been a week and a half, and I haven’t heard from him at all.”

“That does make him sound like a jerk, but maybe something happened. Maybe he’s busy.” I added, trying to assuage her.

“Except he’s been posting online about these parties he’s been going to, and there are always pictures of him all over a bunch of girls,” Erin responded glumly.

“Dang. That really sucks. Sorry, kid,” I replied.

“I hate it when you call me that, Michael.”

“Yeah, I know.” I gave her my best grin, which got her to give me a bit of a smile in return, before she killed me in the video game.

We passed most of the rest of the day like that, patently ignoring what had gone on in my bedroom hours before, until Mom and Dad came home, and we all pitched in to help make dinner, a family tradition. Whenever Erin and I would come into contact, though, she would kind of jump away while trying not to make it too obvious. I hoped she wasn’t going to be like that for the rest of our lives.

The days passed by pretty lazily. I hung out with a few of my friends, and Erin hung out with her girlfriends. Sometimes we would all be hanging out at the house at the same time, and my buddies would fail at subtly eyeballing the girls, who would giggle and roll their eyes.

One afternoon, though, as I was lounging on the recliner reading a book, Erin came up to me, pulled the book out of my hand, and sat down in my lap before I could protest. Her eyes were red and puffy. She’d clearly been crying.

“Uh, what’s up?” I asked, not really knowing to do about a crying girl in my lap.

“I took your advice. I called Mark. He was being really offhanded and said he’s been busy, and that’s why he hasn’t called. So I asked if I could see him, and that’s when he said he really wasn’t interested anymore.” She waited for me to reply, looking at me. This was the first time we’d been this close since that day, and she was sitting right in my lap. I couldn’t think about that, though.

“What a douchebag.” I commented, “Don’t worry about that guy, kid sister. There are better guys out there for you.” I pulled her into one of my famous—between us, anyway—bear hugs that I hadn’t given her in years. She melted into my embrace, wrapping her arms around me and burrowing under my chin before sighing contentedly.

We sat like that for a few minutes, before she tilted her head up and kissed my neck, then sat up and examined the book I was reading.

“What is this crap?” she scrunched her face looking at the admittedly boring-looking title.

“A book I have to read for a class next semester. I’ll let you borrow it when I’m done since you seem so interested.”

“Keep it. I’m going to go hang out with Amy and Jessica.” She got up—and I’m sure she didn’t mean to push her butt against me like that as she did—and tossed the book into my face.

“Hey!” I bolted up and shoved her into the sofa, before getting behind her and smartly smacking her rear.

She yelped with every smack while she tried to scrabble away over the side of the sofa, but I grabbed her ankles and pulled her back. She turned herself around, trying to shove me back and off the couch. I was ready, however, and grabbed her wrists out of the air, pinning her against the left armrest of the sofa.

She instantly stopped laughing, and I realized the position we were in. I had her arms pinned behind her head again, but this time, her legs were bent up and spread, and I was between them. A sort of expectant fear jumped through her eyes as she stared back at me, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips. Her eyes darted down to my mouth briefly before she bit her lower lip. Once again I couldn’t deny what my body what it wanted to do.

I slowly leaned down—Erin made no movement to stop me or push me away—and I claimed her lips with my own. I was in heaven, kissing my little sister’s sweet lips, and it was a few seconds before I realized I wasn’t the only participant here—Erin was kissing me back. I let go of her wrists, and she instantly put her hands on the back of my head as we kissed. As if I were going anywhere!

Erin’s kisses were kind of sloppy, but despite it, I was turned on beyond belief. I moved my hands under her shirt and felt the hot skin of that sexy, flat stomach of hers I could no longer get enough of. She mewled into my mouth as my hands worked their way upward.

Erin scooted herself toward me, and I was suddenly aware of her ass docked with my crotch. I was bulging through my pants and lined straight up with her sweet spot. She moaned louder and shoved her tongue into my mouth as I started to slowly thrust myself against her.

I reached behind her and deftly unhooked her bra with two fingers—an ability I’d practiced with ex-girlfriends and am rather proud of, actually—before reaching back to her front and slipping my hands under her bra and onto her perky little tits. I was rewarded with more moans as I once again got the opportunity to knead those perfect mounds in my hands. Erin bucked her hot center against me, and my eyes were about to roll back.

I pulled back from her mouth to a half-dazed “Huh?”, but I wasted no time in pushing her shirt and bra up and getting her hard right nipple into my mouth. No time for slow-teasing now. I swirled my tongue around it and sucked and nibbled. Erin was shoving her chest into my face and trying to rub her crotch against any part of me she could. I could feel her getting frustrated, though, so I reached down with my right hand and pushed my open palm firmly against her.

“Ohhh, Michael.” she moaned at me. I had never felt more fulfilled than I did hearing the way I was making her talk to me. I rubbed my palm and fingers up and down, in circles, in any pattern I could think of between her legs and switched attention to her left breast, pulling the hard little pebble onto my tongue. I was rewarded with hands pulling at my hair, rubbing my neck, back, anything they could reach, and sweet breathy moans that I was milking out of my sister with my hands and mouth.

I figured Erin was getting close, and I definitely needed more attention myself, so I moved back up to kiss her. Erin knew exactly what I was thinking. She wrapped her hands around the back of my head again and had her hot little core rubbing against me faster than I could think. I was ready to come, so I started roughly thrusting myself against her, eliciting more sweet-sounding moans from my baby sister. God help me—I was addicted.

I felt it coming. I was falling over the edge, and Erin could tell from the way I was breathing.

“Yeah. Michael, Michael. Come on. Please.” She was muttering nonsense, the most delicious nonsense I’d ever heard any girl mutter.

I could feel that pull on my balls, my dick filling up and getting ready. I started contracting and shooting off into my pants, moaning into our breathy lip-lock.

“No! I’m so close. Michael!” she despaired.

I tore away from her lips, locked mine onto the pulse point of her neck, and pounded away at her for all I was worth. It worked—Erin moaned helplessly as I did my best to make her a part of the couch, and she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck before she started shaking—convulsing, really.

I was almost worried about her before her shaking abated. So that’s how Erin comes. I let my body rest on hers, and our breathing slowed down gradually as we laid there quietly.

After a couple minutes, Erin had me sit up. She got up, walked down the hall to where our rooms were, and I heard a door shut quietly. Not wanting a repeat of last time, I went after her and knocked on her door.

“Erin.”

“No, Michael. Go away. Please.” Well, that’s the first time she’s ever said please to me—when I wasn’t trying to join our pelvises, anyway.

“Erin, don’t shut me out. Let’s talk about this,” I continued.

“No! I don’t want to talk about it. I’m so fucking embarrassed! Just go away!” I could hear her crying.

Crap, what had I done?

I was feeling dejected and like a douchebag for taking advantage of my sister, so I went to my room and angrily shut my door before throwing myself onto my bed and growling into my pillow. Through our shared wall, I could still faintly hear Erin crying.

“Damn...”

If I thought Erin was avoiding me before, she’d basically skipped town on me after our second encounter. Every day after that, she’d leave early with her friends and come back late, or sometimes, not at all.

I was still feeling pretty terrible, and it was eating away at me. I’d mostly kept to myself since then and worked ahead for the next semester, or laid in my room and listened to music. I kept trying to think of how else I could have dealt with Erin or what I could do to fix what was going on between us. I couldn’t come up with anything that wouldn’t be extremely awkward. Not that she was ever around for me to talk to, anyway.

There was only one week left before I had to catch my flight back to college. Erin was still avoiding me like the plague. Mom and Dad had asked if I knew what was going on with her, but I just shrugged and told them “no clue”.

One day, I’d woken up about noon. My sleeping schedule had gotten progressively worse as I stayed up later and later reading up for my next classes or whatever. I had been keeping myself up thinking about how screwed up things were between me and the girl who sometimes lived on the other side of the wall, so I’d figured I should do something productive. That night, it was late, and I was finishing up a chapter in my book when I realized I was hungry. I hadn’t been eating much, and it was catching up to me.

I quietly walked out into the kitchen and opened the pantry door, flicking on the light. We had one of those small, walk-in pantries that has shelves lining the walls. I walked in and poked through the things we had. The most promising candidates looked like cereal or cookies.

As I was contemplating which to eat, I jumped when I felt hands and arms go around my torso and a warm body against my bare back. Being summer, all I had on were some shorts. I twisted myself around. After not really seeing her for almost three weeks, I had to make sure it was her.

“Erin,” I whispered, “what are you doing?” She was wearing a long shirt that ran mid-way down her thigh. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I could feel it—or the lack of it—when she had hugged me.

“I was awake, and I heard noise, so I came out to see what it was, and then you were here, and I’ve been thinking about how I treated you that day, and since then, and...” She looked into my eyes and seemed not to know what to say or do next.

“Erin, I don’t want things to stay the way they are between us. I’m going back to college next week, you know. We need to figure this out,” I whispered.

“I know,” she replied. “I’m sorry. I just,” she paused. “Didn’t know how to feel about what we did. It felt good, really good, amazing, really. I really wanted more, but you’re my... You’re my brother. We shouldn’t...” She looked so helpless right now. I pulled her into a tight hug and whispered into her hair.

“I’m not going to say what we did is right or wrong, but I’ve never felt closer to anyone than I do to you. I love you, you know.”

“I love you, too,” she whispered desperately back at me. “God, why are you my brother? Why are you going away again? This sucks! I hate being alone here! Why can’t you go to college here?” She ranted into my chest. After she had fallen silent, she added, “You smell good.”

I leaned my head down, and she instinctively tilted her face toward mine. I captured her lips with mine and felt a rush of fulfillment flood my body. I’d missed this connection with my sister. Her hands started wandering along my back or grabbing my butt, and I stopped kissing her momentarily.

“You’re not going to run away from me this time, are you?” I asked her half-jokingly. She made some noise that I took to mean “no,” and I closed the pantry door quietly before backing her up against it, and I kissed her again.

As we quietly made out, I lifted her shirt up so I could get a good feel of her body. As I thought, all she had on beneath were her panties. I rubbed my hand over her mound to find her panties were already wet.

“Dirty girl.” I whispered against her lips. She made a breathy noise that I’m sure would have been a moan if we hadn’t needed to keep quiet. I played with her a bit more, before she pushed me back. For a wild second, I expected her to bolt out the door, but I had her trapped. She had no such intentions, however, as she reached a hand out towards my shorts and started rubbing me through them. I hissed in approval, and Erin gave me the brightest smile she’s ever given me, like a kid who just got what she wanted for Christmas.

Erin softly kissed my chest, working her way down my stomach, pulling my shorts down as she advanced. My dick sprung right out and hit her collarbone. She giggled, then kissed along its length from the base to the tip. She licked the tip, then licked it again. I twitched every time Erin ran her cute little tongue over the head.

I couldn’t take anymore and moved my hands to the back of her head. She got the idea and took the head into her hot, wet mouth. I exhaled forcefully as she bobbed her pretty head on me. With my sister’s perfect mouth blowing me, I knew it wouldn’t be long.

“Erin, I’m going to come in your mouth. I want you to swallow,” I whispered down to her. She gave a little grunt of approval and started bobbing her head faster. Down below, I saw her slip a hand into her panties, and her breath would catch now and then.

Damn, this is a dream come true. Just like that Erin...

“Just like that, Erin. Keep going. Shit!” She let out a faint moan, and I blew into her mouth. She started swallowing as soon as it left me.

When I was finished, I felt spent, but I felt like giving back to my wonderful little sister, so I picked her up, pulling her hand out of her panties, backed her up against the door, yanked her panties down, fell to my knees, and got my mouth right on her glistening vulva.

Her hand went straight for my hair, and I lifted her right leg over my shoulder, giving me better access to her. I lapped up everything from her that I could before getting to work, kissing and licking everything my tongue would reach.

She breathed heavily as she ran her fingers through my hair. I flicked my tongue inside her before licking all the way from back to front. She bucked against my face.

I dipped back and flicked my tongue over her tart anus a few times, making her jump and me smile that I could still make her jump. I loved her taste. I loved her aroma. I couldn’t tell if it was because she was my sister that I was so addicted, but I didn’t care, and I couldn’t get enough. I loved my sister, right there, in the pantry of the home we grew up in.

“You taste so good,” I whispered against her, and I went back to work.

"God, Michael, yes! Right there!" Erin whispered breathlessly, as I moved my tongue from curling between her delicate folds to doing figure-eights around her button. I hoped we were still being quiet enough that we weren't waking our parents.

I could tell Erin was getting ready to come. She was pulling me against her, breathing erratically, trying to mash my face into her pussy. I locked my lips around her clit and flicked my tongue rhythmically against it, and after a few seconds Erin came undone.

“Yes, yes, yes!” She hissed at me. I kept at it until she tried to push me away, then I moved to lap up everything that came out of her, like an addict trying to get every last drop.

I put her leg down, pulled her panties up, patted my hand on her mound a couple times—Erin jumped from the contact—and pulled her into my arms.

“I love you,” she whispered. “I love you, Michael.”

I opened the door and led her out of the pantry. Funny, I wasn’t so hungry anymore. I flicked off the light, lifted Erin into my arms, and carried her into my bedroom with me. I set her down on my bed, then closed and locked my door.

“What if Mom or Dad tries to come in?” she asked me, though she didn’t sound very worried.

“Nah, they never do. I’ve been sleeping until noon, and they never bother me. Guess they don’t care as long as my grades are good.”

We both got under the covers and enjoyed the cool feel of the sheets on our still-hot bodies. In the little bit of light coming in between the slats of my window blinds, I could see Erin grinning like the cat who got the canary. I’m pretty sure I was wearing a similar face.

We talked about this and that, kissed some, and tickled each other when we weren’t doing that. Eventually, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, and I moved on top of her. Her shirt was on the floor along with my shorts. My hands were kneading her tits once again, and her hand was pulling on my erection.

“Are you okay with this, Erin?” I asked her hesitantly.

“Yeah. I want this.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I reached down, and she helped me get her panties off again. They joined the rest on the floor.

She pulled her legs up and I got between them. I positioned myself as I used my hard-on to tease her. She pulled me down to kiss her while pulling on my hips, and I slipped inside her wet, searing hot hole.

“Ohhh,” she breathed against my mouth. She opened up for me, and I could feel the inside of her grip and massage me as I pushed my way in.

Erin surprised me when she suddenly grabbed my hips and yanked me into her. She hissed in pain, and I assumed why. She kept me moving, however, slowly but steadily. I would pull backward then slip back into that little piece of heaven. We kept as much bodily contact as we could, only moving our hips. Erin wrapped her arms around me and I pumped her again and again.

“Erin... Fuck! You feel so good.” I rambled. She replied with unintelligible words masked in breathy, little moans.

We gradually moved faster and faster, until I was pounding away at her like we had on the couch weeks before.

“Erin.” She seemed to know what I meant.

“Inside.”

“Inside?” I could barely think straight, but I wanted to be sure.

“Please. Michael. ” That’s the third one. I couldn’t say no if she said “please”, right?

I could feel the build-up. There was no reason to wait, though. I speared my sister again and again before spilling everything I had into her, and I breathed raggedly into her hair. Her hands threaded through my hair again, and she kissed the side of my face while making little mewling sounds in my ear. I decided right then that I had never been with a hotter girl than the one that was under me right then, the one I had just made completely mine, the one that had been next to me nearly my whole life.

I was completely spent and started nodding off.

“Get off me.” Erin whispered in my ear. My own words. I contemplated making it seem like I had already fallen asleep, but...

“Or what?” I challenged her. Bad move. She started tickling me, and I wasn’t in a very good position to tickle back.

We finally fell asleep, and just as I thought, no visits.

Erin and I passed the rest of my last week together whenever we could. We obviously couldn’t do anything in front of Mom and Dad, but we got whole days when they were at work, and we even went for an evening walk one night, though to be safe, we didn’t hold hands. I shared my worries about her getting pregnant, only for her to tell me she was on birth control. Small mercies.

It was a pretty hard goodbye. Erin cried along with Mom as it came time for me to board the plane. I told Dad to take care of them. Of course he would.

Erin finally succumbed to her emotions and jumped on me like the old days, wrapping her arms around and crying into my neck, although we’d been here just weeks before, really.

“I’ll miss you,” she whispered to me. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, kid.” I expected a glare, but nope. “Let go. I need to get going.”

“We’ll give you two a second,” Dad said as he and Mom walked back along the terminal. What the... Do they know?

Either way, Erin took her chance and kissed me. A soft, but searing kiss.

“I’ll have a surprise for you at Christmas. You’re coming home, right?”

What had I created?