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Little Sister Don't You...

By: delectable30



John was my older brother's best friend throughout their entire school career so I pretty much grew up knowing him as well. About the day I started showing interest in boys is the day he started showing interest in me. I never thought of him as anything more than a friend then. I merely brushed it off as a passing phase because they left for college the year I became a senior. I dated a few guys but nothing ever came of it. Then something changed when he came home that summer. 

I was out on the side of the driveway that served as the basketball court as I watched the two play one on one like I always did but there was something different about him. Like I said, we were nothing more than friends in my eyes but the way I was looking at him these days was more than friendly. The way his golden sun kissed skin glistened with sweat. Mmmm! I wanted to eat him up. Hold back here just a minute girl! This is John we are talking about after all. His emerald eyes sparkled with mischief as he glanced toward me as I pulled my knees toward my chest. I must have had a slight blush from the way he smiled. For the first time in my life I was actually embarrassed about the way I felt toward a man.

"I'm going in for something to drink," I brushed the grass from my straight hem lavender running shorts." Anybody need anything?" 

"Why don't you bring us a couple of bottled waters sis?" Dave responded.

"Sounds good to me." 

"I'll be right back," I left the two oblivious to the fact that John was memorizing every swing of my hips before I entered the house.

"Something going on with you and Abbie?" Dave inquired.

"Huh?" John turned back to Dave.

"You seeing my little sister?" 

"No! Don't be ridiculous." 

"Well she sure is doing something to ya." 

"Excuse me?" 

"You're eyes just about popped out of your head when she went inside." 

"So I noticed her. Big Deal!"

"John I've known you since grade school. There's been a couple of times I've seen that look in your eyes." 

"So what you want from me? I'm a red blooded American boy. You're sister has grown into a fine looking woman." 

"That's my sister you're talking about." 

"Did I interrupt something?" She handed each one of them a bottle; lingering near John just a touch too long.

"Nothing sis," he interrupted their not so stolen moment.

"Jeez Dave. Why don't you be just a little more protective. I'll just go over there and pretend I'm seven again." 

Never in a million years John thought.

"Don't even say it," Dave threatened. 

"You know Dave, I think I'll head home and let you cool off a little bit. It was nice seeing you again Abbie. Maybe I'll see you around sometime." 

"Don't count on it." 

As soon as John had left, I tore into Dave." What the hell is wrong with you?" 

"He was eyeing you like a piece of meat Abbie." 

"Like you haven't done that to any of my friends." 

"That's different. I know how guys work." 

"So it's okay for you to ogle my girlfriends but the minute I start noticing one of your friends it's not okay." 

"It's not okay because he's been my best friend since I can remember." 

I stormed in the house with him following close behind.

I found the keys to her car and grabbed my purse.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" 

"Somewhere where I'm not bothered by you!"

"Abbie!"

I turned in the foyer and stated," I'll be back when I cool off Dave. Mom and Dad aren't here for the weekend so rest assured, I won't be either." 

I just drove not sure really where I wanted to go but an hour later, I ended up on John's doorstep. What am I doing here? He's the main reason Dave and I are arguing. Who Cares? Dave's a big boy and so is John I reminded myself. Nothing could have prepared me for the sight before me. John opened the door in nothing but a towel.

"Hey Abbie. What's up?" 

"Do you even have to ask?" 

He rolled his eyes." Come in and have a seat. Can I get you anything?" 

"No thank you." 

"I'll be right back then," I watched as he left the room. Damn college had been good to him! Every muscle rippled as he once again entered the room in his current state of dress. What was this strange sensation knotting up in my stomach?

"So what's up?" 

"What's wrong with him John?" 

"He's just protecting his baby sister." 

" It's okay for him to look at my friends but when you look at me," she lost her train of thought as those mesmerizing jewels met hers.

"When I look at you what?" 

I looked away from him and spoke because it was hard enough with the thought of him being completely bare underneath that towel." When you look at me I guess it's like he thinks it's incest or something," I felt my eyes drifting slowly downward.

He lifted my stormy blue gaze toward his and stated," I think you and I both know we haven't thought about each other that way in a long time." 

"Maybe I should go. Won't your parents be home soon?" I tried diverting the subject.

"They're not due home for another three hours." 

Great genius. What next?

"Abbie?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Come with me for a second." 

"Why?" 

"I just wanna show you something." 

Am I ready for this? Had I been waiting for this moment forever and just didn't know it? I hesitantly followed him upstairs. I'd been to his house, just never his room. I looked around. It had all the signs of a guy's room except for the framed picture setting on his night table. He picked up the framed object and handed it to me." Remember that?" 

"How could I forget? We were skating out on the street like we weren't supposed to and I fell down and scraped my knee." 

"One more thing," he offered his hand and pulled me to the full length closet mirror in front of himself.

"Now look at yourself. Tell me what you see." 

"This is silly." 

"Do it." 

"Okay. I'm Dave's little sister. I'm an average student, I play volleyball, I go to high school dances and I hang out with my friends at the mall on Saturday afternoons. Anything else oh wise one?" I nudged his bare side. There's that knot again.

"Let me tell you what he sees. He sees his little sister all grown up but can't let go of the images of you playing barbie dolls and jumping rope. To him you are still just seven years old." 

Nervously I responded," So tell me what you see." 

I looked in the mirror waiting for his response but there was none. To be honest, I think we were both more than a little nervous about the way we felt toward one another. He'd said we hadn't thought of each other in the sibling sense in a long time. 

"John?" 

"Are you okay?" he tried an aversion on the subject himself but who were we really kidding? It had been there since the day summer break had started for the boys.

I turned to find myself eye level at the spectacular view of his broad chest. I was at a loss for words myself. I then found those wonderfully dazzling emeralds meeting mine and saying everything I needed to hear. Hearts racing wildly the space was diminished as he drew me against himself. Our lips met feverishly. Before we knew it, we were caught in a whirlwind of the first fleeting moments of discovering a new sensation. When he released me from that frenzied moment, I let go of him." I think I should probably go," stumbling over my words.

"If you think that's what you should do." 

"You're gonna let me off the hook here." 

"I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do Abbie." 

God he was making this hard." I'm sorry." 

"Don't be. You don't wanna do something you'll regret later"

I left his room scared to death of what I was feeling. I didn't know what to do. I'd never been with anyone in my life before. Sure I had the Saturday night makeout sessions in the backseat at the drive in but this was my brother's best friend and he may as well have been my brother for the way he treated me up until that mind blowing kiss. I don't know what they were teaching them in college these days but I'm betting this was one of those late night after hours courses taught only in dorm rooms. What do you expect from me? I'm only eighteen. My analogies don't get much better than this. I turned back to his room. He looked so helpless. He was destroyed. I did this to him. Should I? I don't think he's gonna push you away Abbie. I stepped out of my white canvas tennis shoes and made my way toward his bed. I started to play with the shiny dark strands on the top of his head. His head jerked up and I knew this time there was no turning back. His eyes lit up.

"Are you sure about this Abbie?" 

I nodded positively.

"One more thing." 

As if reading his mind," You'll be the first." 

He peeled the cotton lavendar blouse away with ease as his teeth latched onto the white satin covering my sufficient proportions. He was so gentle in his gestures as he stripped me of yet another layer of clothing. I felt his bare hands intrude on the suppleness of my youthful physique. His hands had been there before but not for that purpose I reminded myself. He flashed that impish smile he still had at the age of nineteen. He peeled away the comforter on his king sized bed and then he tore away the white cotton towel gripping his waistline and presented himself in all his glory. My eyes briefly diverted themselves toward the bed. I felt his firmly toned body pressed against mine and I was stupified. More like scared. I had dreamed about this moment for months now and here we were.

"Abs?" he drew my gaze toward his.

"What?" 

"It's okay. We go as fast or as slow as you wanna go," drawing a stray curl of gold from my features.

I led him to the center of the bed. Slowly but eagerly his hands and lips discovered every inch of my tender young frame as they reached the yet undiscovered region of my feminity. His lips met every inch of my skin as he deliberately skimmed the remaining material existing. No wonder he'd been dying to get to the heart of my body. I hadn't worn anything underneath today. He softly awoke the sleeping rosebud nestled atop the pristine pink folds. I felt the gentle invasion of his fingers intruding upon my hidden yet eager tenderness. His fingers disappeared into my lusciuos encouragement. I grasped at the sheets as a curious new sensation swept over my body with his incessant mininstrations thrust upon me. He stretched back up over me and pulled me over onto his body.

"This isn't one of those daydreams I'm having and you'll be gone in the blink of an eye?" 

"God I hope not because I'm having one hell of a dream if it is." 

God I must be dreaming. What was I supposed to do next? I guess I could go off of what I'd seen of those movies Dave thought he had hidden in his closet. I claimed his lips as though I owned him. At this point I think I did but I didn't want to be smugly confident. I released him and journeyed downward smothering him with feather light kisses. I swirled my tongue around the small dark brown protrusion jutting from his glorious pecs. I pinched and twisted as I felt his body slowly come to life under my naivity. I eagerly continued discovering every inch of his body. I hesitated when I reached his, his, his.... I couldn't even say it at the time but there I was looking at it. Weird looking thing I thought. My friends had told me about this thing but I didn't think I'd ever touch one much less John's. They told me to just do what feels comfortable and he'll feel comfortable. I thought that was just a myth until I started working my magic on him. His encouraging moans told me my beginnings of sexual prowess were off to a great start. He must have known something I still didn't know at the time as he drew me up against himself. He turned me back against the bed.

"John," I met his glazed over expression. I knew something was about to change here and now. I hadn't been nervous in a long while now and the butterflies were tying knots in my stomach. My breath rose as his intrusion slowly made itself known to my inner workings. I gripped the sheets in agonizing torture. How could something this painful turn out to feel so good on down the road?

"Relax," he held my gaze as he steadily eased his full length into this very precious gift I was giving him. He held himself deep within me to acclimate my body to the feel of the fixture of his masculinity.

He was so patient with me. I don't if it was the situation or it was the way he had truly felt about me all these years and just never said anything. His lips met mine as he slowly guided himself in and out of my body. I was obliviously in heaven not even wise to the fact that he had distracted me before he moved. This was what everybody was talking about? God I hope it gets better than this! were the thoughts running through my head he steadily injected me with what I considered a weapon of torture right now. Little did I know he'd give me that curious sensation I'd felt earlier before and be even better than the last. He was something else. 

I rested comfortably against his strength not even realizing the time that had passed. I looked over at the digital display of his alarm clock on the bedside table; six forty five p.m. "John?" I lazily inquired as I returned my head to the comfortable space on the broadness of his chest reserved for me.

"Mmmhmm," he groggily responded.

"You're parents are out of town with mine." 

"I know," a smile played on his lips as his fingertips ran softly along my back. He paused for a moment." You hate me?" 

"I'm still here aren't I?" 

You were probably wondering what happened between me and my bro'. Dave eventually got over the fact that his little sister wasn't a child anymore. John and Dave eventually mended their differences. Me and John? Hmm....well let's just say he still around.

Little Sister, Don't You Cry



I'd waited so long to get the bitch where I wanted her.

"You gotta help me," she said, pleading from the other side of the door that I'd opened as far as the door chain would allow. "I'm your sister, for chrissake!"

"You've been using that one for years," I told her. "Hasn't worked so far. Why don't you just give it up?"

"PLEASE!" she pleaded, through the door. "I'll do anything!"

I pushed the door shut and unlatched the chain. When I swung it back open, Carisa was silently wiping the tears from her eyes.

She'd fucked up big time. She was already on mom and dad's shit list because they were paying excessive insurance rates because of her shitty driving. If they found out she had another speeding ticket, they probably would have banned her from using the car for the rest of her life. Or at least until she graduated in a couple months. Carisa's social life wouldn't allow such a thing. She needed $250 bucks from big brother so she could pay the fine and keep it all hush hush until the next insurance bill came. Carisa was a very short term planner.

Carisa and I never really got along, even when I used to live at home. She was always a bitch and as she grew and her body started taking on the proportions of a centerfold model, she got even bitchier. She knew what she had. Every guy and most of the girls in town wanted to get their hands on her. Now, at a tanned and toned 18 years of age, my little sister was the stuff of wet dreams. Even mine.

"You can't tell Mom and Dad," she said as I pulled some bills from my wallet and held them out in front of her. 

"We'll see," I said.

"You CAN'T. This has to be our secret."

"Maybe we need to add another secret or two to the mix."

She looked at me with watery eyes. "What are you talking about?" She reached for the money but I pulled it away.

"Uh uh, you haven't earned it yet?"

"What do you want?"

I looked leeringly at her 36D's, rising and falling with her breath under her cheerleader sweater. Her eyes grew wide.

"You're sick," she said, turning and putting a hand on the doorknob. I put my hand on the door and leaned all my weight against it. She tugged a couple of times, then put her forehead on the door and sobbed quietly.

"You need the money," I told her, ruffling the bills next to her face. "Why should I be the only guy in town who hasn't tapped that?"

Carisa turned and swung her fists against my chest. I put both arms around her and pulled her close until she was sobbing quietly against me. My cock swelled. I could tell she felt it but she didn't move. Finally she looked up into my eyes.

"I'll give you a handjob," she said. "That's it."

"For $250? It would have to be a hell of a handjob."

"I can't fuck my own brother."

"Let's table that for a different discussion," I said. I took the bottom of her cheerleader sweater and began to pull it over her head. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, pinning the sweater against her. "Fine," I said. "Get the money from Dad." 

I turned and started to put the money back in my wallet. 

"No...wait."

Her voice was small. She wasn't used to losing.

I turned and watched as she slowly pulled the sweater over those gorgeous globes, held in place by a white sports bra. She started folding the sweater and I took if from her and threw it on my couch. 

Carisa looked a little uncomfortable. "Shoes," I said, as I reached up to relock and latch the door.

She bent over and untied her tennis shoes and kicked them off. She worked her socks off with her feet. 

"Turn around," I told her.

She did as I instructed and I reached out to unzip her short cheerleader skirt. I let it drop down her long, tanned legs. 

My kid sister was now standing in front of me in a white sports bra and panties. My cock was straining against my jeans.

I pulled Carisa's long blond hair back off her shoulders. Her eyes met mine, looked away, flashed on my crotch, then back to my face. She turned and, with her back to me, slowly peeled the sports bra off her young body. She tossed it on the couch with her sweater. 

When she turned back around, she had pressed her arm to her breasts, covering the nipples. I could see her soft flesh jiggle slightly and I realized her movements were a bit more animated. She was getting into it.

She put the pinkie finger from her other hand at the corner of her mouth and slowly lowered her arm. Her smooth pink aureole made a stark contrast to the white flesh of her breasts. I love tan lines on a woman. Carisa's were perfect.

Her mouth twitched in a half smile as she saw my reaction to her tits. Carisa loved to have eyes on her -- men's or women's. 

She hooked her thumbs in the sides of her panties and lowered them down her legs without turning. The teasing was over. Her shaved pussy glistened. There was no longer any question. Between her hard, jutting nipples and slick pussy lips, she was obviously enjoying what she was doing. She looked at my crotch.

"Awwwww, is big brudder all turned on?" she said. I started to unzip my jeans, but she stopped me. "Go sit on the couch," she said.

I walked across the room and sat on my couch, never taking my eyes off my baby sister, standing naked in my entryway. She kicked her skirt away, turned slowly to let me see her firm ass, then turned her head to look at me over her shoulder. "Do you still jackoff thinking about that?" she asked. 

Shit, she knew all along.

As she turned back around, Carisa went to her knees. Then, slowly, on hands and knees with ass held high, she crawled to where I sat on the couch.

When she reached me, she sat up on both knees and unbuckled my belt. Then she unzipped my jeans. My cock tent-polled out immediately. 

"Wow," she said. "I never knew you were so big."

"Good genes," I said.

Carisa peeled back the top of my boxers and took my hard shaft in both of her hands. Her hands were cool against my hot flesh and she began pumping my cock, smearing my precum over the head with her palm. I was huge. I don't think I've ever been so hard.

I was trying to hold out, to make Carisa earn her money.

"God, it's a monster," she said as I throbbed and dripped in her grip. She leaned forward and let her tongue taste the precum on her fingers. "OK, I know I said just a handjob but as long as we're breaking Biblical law, I may as well not waste a minute."

She flipped her long blonde hair back and took the head of my swollen cock in her mouth. God, I almost came. Her tongue slid smoothly into my pee slit and she sucked trying to get more precum out. I could feel the roof of her mouth against my head as one hand slid down to cup and caress my balls. 

Carisa took me out of her mouth and slid her tongue along my shaft. She pushed my jeans down and off my legs, opening them further so she could tongue my balls. Her hand kept pumping my shaft. 

Then she let her tongue play up the underside of my dick. Her eyes were watching mine. She spit on my cock and pumped the length with both hands, marveling at how much of me was still sticking out of her grip. 

She raised up on her knees and rubbed my precum- and saliva-coated cock over her full soft tits. Then she pressed me between them, pressing her tit flesh on either side of my cock as I thrust up and tit-fucked her.

I was moaning and going crazy. I figured the little bitch had learned her lesson and I didn't think I could hold out much longer. The I heard her tiny voice plead, "Don't cum." I stopped thrusting and looked down. My sister stood and straddled my legs. She reached down with one hand and grasped my dick, rubbing it at her slick opening.

"I'm so fucking wet," she said. "I've never had one this big. I've got to..."

She lowered that tight hot snatch onto my cock and screamed as it stretched her young pussy. She wasn't a virgin, but I could tell by her eyes she'd never felt a cockhead pressing against her cervix. I was going where no man had gone before. 

Carisa moaned loudly and started rising and dropping on my cock. I looked down to see my shaft drenched in her fragrant juices, plunging in and out of my sister's tight cunt.

I put my hands on her back and pulled her tits to my mouth. I worked her hard nipple with my tongue, then scissored it with my teeth until she was shrieking as she bounced on my lap. 

I slid my hands down her back and squeezed that smooth tight ass, raising and lowering her on my cock. I let one hand slide down, allowing my fingers to trail down the crack of her ass. She was wet back there too from a mingling of both of our juices. I pressed a finger in her ass and felt her grip it with her sphincter and she threw her head back, face to the ceiling and came loudly. 

"Oh God!" she screamed. "Fuck me, Big Brother! So good! So fucking good!"

Carisa's tits were bouncing in my face. She wrapped both arms tightly around my neck and I stood up from the couch. She gripped me with her legs to hold on but she never stopped fucking. I could feel her breath on my neck and when she relaxed her arms, it brought her face to just inches from mine.

I pressed my mouth on my sister's lips, fucking her mouth with my tongue as I was fucking her pussy with my cock. We were both too out of breath to maintain the kiss for too long, but I followed it by pressing my mouth to her neck and biting. She moaned and came again, bucking her hips violently against mine. Her legs tightened and she held me motionless as her body shuddered. Then she relaxed her arms and legs and slid down my body like a stripper on a pole.

When Carisa got to the floor, she pressed her mouth over my cock and took me so deep that she started gagging. It didn't stop her, though. Her eyes streaming tears, she looked up at me and bobbed her face on my cock.

"Oh God, Sis, I'm gonna..."

She pulled my cock from her mouth and wrapped a wet hand around the sticky shaft. She pumped hard two or three times and then I went off, launching long white streamers of hot cum all over her face, hair and tits. She took some of the shots in her mouth and let them drool back down on her tits. When I was through shooting, my baby sister took my cock back into her mouth and sucked until she got every drop, swallowing as if it was some precious expensive food.

I dropped back to the couch, breathless. Carisa continued licking my cum from her fingers, then rubbing her finger over her breasts to capture more which she sucked down hungrily. She slowly massaged the lingering traces into her breasts and I moaned as I watched her tits get shiny from my love lotion.

Then she slowly stood and climbed into my lap, wrapping both arms around me and burying her face in my neck.

"You're an asshole," she whispered.

"I know," I told her. 

"I can't believe you made me do that."

"I can't believe you did it."

Carisa's tongue captured my earlobe and she sucked it between her lips. "You think I can suck it hard again?"

"I guarantee it."

And she did.