0 comments/ 57429 views/ 42 favorites Seth By: VictorianGirl He was cute enough, thought Ramsay as she studied what's-his-name's profile in the dim light of the hallway. He was a philosophy major, which meant that he was probably moody. He certainly didn't seem like the frat house party type, but here he was at a Phi Delta Theta party, and Ramsay was becoming rather fond of his dark, thick-rimmed glasses and the blond stubble along his jaw. At the moment he was looking at her the way Seth had looked at her the night of her eighteenth birthday party--as if he wanted to swallow her whole. But thanks to the slight buzz her rum and coke had given her, she couldn't for the life of her recall his name. "Ramsay," he said, his gaze traveling quickly from her hair to her mouth. "Tell me how you wound up with a name like 'Ramsay.'" "It's my middle name, actually," she replied. His eyes were quickly glazing over. His mouth was only inches from hers. He would be moving in a for a kiss at any moment. She felt her stomach turn a flip. "I'm not all that fond of my first name." She looked away and took another sip of her drink. She would play coy until he grew impatient. He tentatively stroked her forearm. "You could make any name beautiful," he murmured. "But for the record, I think 'Ramsay' is a pretty sexy name." She smiled. Perhaps this little conversation about first names would save her from having to admit that she had no idea what his name was. She looked at his mouth. It was different from Seth's; the lips were thinner, less sensual. But she wondered what kissing them would feel like nonetheless. "What about you? How do you feel about your first name?" "Hi, Ramsay." Ramsay stiffened instantly and nearly spilled her drink on what's-his-name. It was Seth. Had she not been (mostly) sober, she might have questioned her senses. How on earth had he known where to find her? She blinked at him, mouth agape. "Are you okay?" he asked as he placed a warm hand on her shoulder. She went on looking at him. "Would you like to introduce me to your friend?" He looked affably at what's-his-name, whose smile had vanished the moment Seth approached. Oh shit, thought Ramsay. She was going to wreck her chances with the philosophy major--or at least whatever chance Seth's appearance hadn't already wrecked. She looked helplessly at Seth, who seemed to find her silence amusing. "Hi, I'm Seth," he said, holding his hand out to what's-his-name. "Ramsay's boyfriend." Ramsay stiffened again and shot Seth a fierce glare. Why her sister's 25-year-old ex-boyfriend was calling himself her boyfriend was a complete mystery; at any rate, her chances with what's-his-name were shot, and she couldn't figure out why Seth was being so possessive. True, she had slept with him a week after he'd dumped her sister--she had run into him at a bar on the night of her birthday party and drunkenly begged him to relieve her of her virginity--but even though he had made a habit of seeing her nearly every day, he had not so much as intimated that he wanted to pursue a relationship. "I'm Brett," said the philosophy major. "Hey, Brett, how do you know Ramsay?" His tone had suddenly grown icy. "Uh--" "Are you study buddies?" Seth's arms snaked around her waist as he continued to grin at Brett, who was now scanning the room for an escape from this pickup attempt gone awry. Ramsay slapped ineffectually at Seth's arms. "You're embarrassing me," she snarled. Seth appeared not to hear her. "Yeah, man, Ramsay here just turned eighteen a couple of weeks ago. Wanna know what I gave her for her birthday?" "Seth, shut up!" She clawed at his forearms and landed a sharp kick to his shin. He hissed. "I'm sorry, Brett, just go enjoy the party." Brett chuckled nervously and started to step away. "I fucked her, man!" said Seth. A clique of nearby sorority girls turned to look. "Hey, Brett, I fucked her until she could barely fuckin' walk!" Brett was beating a hasty retreat to the kitchen. Ramsay kicked him again. The vise grip on her waist tightened. Seth's hot breath was on her ear. "You don't want to make me any madder, sweetheart." "Seth, let me go," she said, attempting a conciliatory tone. "Please." The iron grip loosened. She turned back to look at him. He grabbed her hand without another word and led her to the nearest exit. They walked to his car. "Are you okay to drive?" she asked, scanning his face for signs of drunkenness. She'd never known him to drink heavily, but then she'd never known him to cause a scene at a party, either. "Yeah, I'm totally sober." He fastened his seatbelt and looked across the street at the line of freshly trashed fraternity houses. "I could never have found this fucking place drunk" He fastened his seatbelt. "Now how the hell do we get out of here? Jesus, I hate driving on campus." *** Ramsay waited until they were back in the business district to talk. "Seth, how did you know I was at that party?" She refrained from asking the really pressing question, which was why he had introduced himself as her boyfriend. "Not important. You shouldn't have been there." "Where are we going?" "My place." Ramsay felt her stomach drop. She needed time to think, to process what had happened at the party, and she knew that very little thinking would take place at his apartment. "Uh, no, we're not." "Uh, yes, we are," he mocked. She looked at his profile. His dark brown stubble was thick. It reminded her of the whisker burn she had discovered all over her chest and between her thighs the morning after her birthday party. The sight of his face nestled between her legs had been almost as arousing as the almost unbearable jolts of pleasure his tongue had given her. The memory of it made her stomach turn somersaults. She didn't dare look at his lips. "See anything you like?" He looked over at her and winked. She blushed, almost fearing that he had read her thoughts, and remained silent. "So, how 'bout that Brett?" he asked with mock cheerfulness. "Can we just drop the whole thing, please?" She turned away and looked at the brightly lit shop windows, many of which were already decked out for the holidays. "No problem." He reached over and squeezed her leg gently. "Just tell him that if he ever touches you again, he'll very much wish he hadn't." "I don't even know him. I didn't even know his name." "And yet you were planning to fuck him." Ramsay felt her blush deepen. "That's none of your business." "Oh, I think it is." His grip on her thigh tightened. "You're creeping me out." "And you're pissing me off." "So let me out of the car." She hoped the next streetlight would turn red so that she could hop out--although she doubted she could get away with it. "No." His tone was flat. "Why not?" The light had turned red. Seth was pushing the brake. "Because I haven't fucked you yet." Her stomach turned another somersault. "I don't want you to." "Yes, you do." *** Ramsay had barely walked into the living room when she felt herself being spun around so quickly she nearly lost her balance. Seth's face was inches from hers. He was staring at her mouth. "I wanted to kill that little fucker." He pulled her more tightly to his chest. "I know you did." "Is that why you were with him? Huh? To drive me crazy?" "No." "Then why?" His hands had traveled down her back and were now gripping her ass. She felt his erection pressing against her abdomen. "Let's not talk about him." "You wanted to get fucked, didn't you?" "Seth, drop it." "Tell me." He pushed her back against the living room wall. She bumped her head against the exposed brick. "Tell me what a fucking nympho you are." "No." She was suddenly breathing a little harder. "Tell me how hungry you are for cock," he growled. "Seth, I don't--" Her words were cut off by a crushing kiss. He grabbed her hands and pinned them to the cold brick behind her. His tongue invaded her mouth at the first opportunity. Ramsay moaned. Seth was breathing hard. "You like it when I'm rough? Huh?" His gaze rested on her cleavage, which Ramsay had chosen to showcase with a dark purple wrap blouse. He licked his lips. "Look at what a slut you are. What a fucking whore." His hands closed over her breasts and squeezed them roughly. Ramsay kept her hands up against the wall, sure that he would shove them hard against the brick if she dared move them. She closed her eyes. "God, I want to shove my cock between these tits." He brushed his thumbs repeatedly across her nipples, and she moaned. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Yeah, you'd love it, you dirty slut." He pulled the neckline of the blouse down, exposing her lacy bra. Ramsay felt goosebumps spread across her chest. Seth began fumbling with the sash that kept the blouse closed. "Take this fucking thing off," he barked. Ramsay immediately untied the blouse, pulled down her skirt, and tossed them on the couch. Seth's hands were instantly roaming over her lace-clad breasts. She looked at him. The sight of his eyes locked lustfully on her breasts aroused her. "Kiss me," she said before fully realizing she'd said it. He came at her mouth so hard that her head bumped against the brick wall again. She opened her mouth submissively and his tongue immediately ravished hers. Meanwhile his hands had peeled the lace cups of her bra off her breasts, and his nimble fingers were wreaking havoc on her nipples, pulling and teasing and rubbing. Ramsay felt herself growing wet. Seth broke off the kiss at last. "Are you getting all wet for me, baby?" he asked, having apparently read her mind again. "Is your pussy begging for this hard cock? Huh?" He leaned in and whispered hotly in her ear. "You're dying for it, aren't you? Sluts like you just want to get fucked." Ramsay's hand traveled almost involuntarily down her body. She didn't find the epithets that Seth spat at her demeaning. They turned her on, made her feel deliciously objectified. The thought of existing solely for his pleasure was painfully arousing. She looked at his lust-bleared eyes as her hand slid down her stomach and sought her pussy. She wanted to vex him by pleasuring himself, wanted him to show her how much better he was than she at stroking her womanhood. "What the fuck are you doing?" he growled as he wrenched her hand away. Ramsay smiled at how brilliantly her plan had worked. She was a fucking nympho, said Seth as he cupped her pussy and shoved his middle finger past the thin fabric of her panties and into her wetness. She ground shamelessly against his hand. "God, you want it so fucking bad," he whispered hoarsely. He withdrew his finger and licked it clean as Ramsay watched in amazement. "I remember that taste," he muttered to himself. "You want to lick my pussy, don't you?" said Ramsay breathlessly. It was her first attempt at dirty talk, and she wondered whether she sounded as silly as she felt. Maybe Seth would tell her that her role as his plaything was to be silent as he gruffed in her ear and ravished her body. Seth's eyes darkened and narrowed. Apparently she had struck the right chord. He knelt down and abruptly shoved two fingers into her pussy. Ramsay arched her back reflexively. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She nodded and arched her back again as he pumped his drenched fingers in and out. "God, if I had known what a slut you are...." "What would you have done?" she purred as she moved in rhythm with his fingers. "I would have fucked you mindless a long time ago." "You can fuck me mindless now. I--unh!" Seth's fingers were pushing faster and harder, and Ramsay struggled to catch her breath. "I can fuck you mindless any time I want, slut." He gripped her ass hard with his other hand. "You don't get to say no." Ramsay moaned loudly as she raised her hands submissively above her head. She looked down at Seth. He was licking his lips and staring intently at his fingers as they pumped slowly, then quickly, in and out of her pussy. "But," said Seth through clenched teeth, "nymphos like you never say no, do they?" She could only groan in response. He removed his fingers as abruptly as he had shoved them inside her and again licked them clean. "Your wet little pussy wants it all the time." Ramsay closed her eyes in anticipation as she watched Seth's mouth approach her slit. She held her breath as she waited to feel his tongue work past her lips and barely graze her clit. After several agonizing seconds, she finally felt the sensation she'd remembered as she looked at his profile in the car. Her pussy, so swollen with desire, contracted almost painfully as his tongue teased the edges of her engorged clit. She moaned so loudly she wondered whether Seth's neighbors could hear. He responded by licking all along her slit. Her arousal was growing almost painful. "You gonna come for me, baby?" he groaned, his mouth just inches from her pussy. Even in the dimness she could see a light glaze of her moisture on his chin. Without waiting for her answer, he returned to licking her. She reached down and tangled her fingers in his hair. The sound of his tongue lightly lapping at her made her nearly grit her teeth in raw desire. He was so good. He would ruin every other man for her. She needed to be fucked. "Seth, stop." He continued licking as if he hadn't heard her. Ramsay realized that her request, preceded and followed by breathy moans, sounded more like an encouragement. "Stop," she repeated, more firmly this time. Again it was as if she hadn't spoken; his tongue continued to nuzzle and tease her clit. "Seth, fuck me now," she moaned, "please." Ramsay had said the magic words. He immediately stopped suckling her clit, wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand, and rose to his full height. "Do you want it standing up?" he drawled, staring at her naked breasts, which still spilled over the underwire of her bra. His hot hands closed over her breasts and squeezed almost roughly. Ramsay hissed. "How do whores like you like to be fucked, huh?" His thumbs circled her nipples and brought them to stiff peaks. "What's it going to take to get you off, slut?" He gently pulled her left nipple. "You can take me any way you want," she breathed. "Fucking right I can," he retorted before kissing her hard. Ramsay knew she would awaken the next morning with swollen lips--if Seth let her sleep. His tongue plundered her mouth again. She gasped as he bit her bottom lip gently. After a full minute, he broke the kiss off and looked at her. "Get on the bed," he said peremptorily. Ramsay walked quickly into Seth's dark bedroom and lay on the bed. She closed her eyes as she listened to Seth unzip his fly and kick his jeans off. "Spread your legs," he barked. Her eyes snapped open and she obeyed immediately. The instant Seth had thrown his black t-shirt aside, he clambered onto the bed and knelt between her legs. "I should have made you suck my cock," he gruffed as he pinned her arms above her head. "I bet you're a good little cocksucker." He smiled so devilishly that Ramsay's stomach turned another flip. "But I need to get into that wet pussy of yours too fucking badly." And with that, he thrust into her. She was so wet that it took him only two strokes to bury his cock to the hilt. "God, what a dirty fucking whore," he hissed as he moved in and out of her. Ramsay longed to cling to his back, but he still had her arms pinned almost painfully to the bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he moaned. "That's a good little whore. You like being my little fuckslut?" "Yeah," she purred. Seth began to fuck her more quickly, and she moved her hips in time to meet his thrusts. She doubted she'd be able to come this way, but knowing that Seth was taking her the way he wanted to take her kept her fully aroused. She moaned with every jolt of pleasure he gave her. "You like that? Huh? You like having your tight little pussy pounded?" "Yeah." "You fucking want it all the time, don't you?" "Yeah." Ramsay suspected that Seth's questions were meant to be purely rhetorical--posed purely for his own delectation--but she scarcely cared in any case. The sensation of being possessed and objectified--of being called his fuckslut--was what she liked best about having sex with him. "You gonna come, slut?" Seth asked through gritted teeth. "I'm fucking close." "Then come inside me," she purred. Her words nearly pushed him over the edge. He grunted and gripped her arms until she feared he'd leave bruises. She watched his face contort and then relax as his orgasm washed over him, each wave of pleasure punctuated by a loud, deep moan. His eyes were closed, and he was smiling. Ramsay breathed a sigh of relief as he finally released her arms. "You didn't come," he said as he rolled off her. "No," she replied. She slowly brought her arms back down to her sides. "That's okay." Seth laughed and rubbed his eyes. "No, it's not." He rolled onto his side and looked at her. "I want to make you come." "You don't have to." "I know I don't have to. You'll take whatever I give you." Seth's tone had again taken on a lascivious edge. Ramsay looked at him and wondered whether he was already thinking about taking her again. The way he was starting at her mouth certainly suggested it. "But you're the best lay I've ever had. I want to make you come." "Kiss me," Ramsay said. He laid a light, almost chaste kiss on her lips--not the sort of kiss that his gaze and words had led her to expect. She looked at him quizzically. "Why did you hunt me down at that frat house?" Seth sighed and rolled onto his back. "I told you. I didn't want that little fucktard touching you." "But how did you know--" "What the fuck else happens at frat parties?" Ramsay looked up at the ceiling. Seth's possessiveness pleased her. But mostly it puzzled her. She had no idea whether he was sleeping with other women; she only knew that he was determined to keep her from sleeping with other men. Since he had certainly given no indication of being in love with her, she wondered why he wanted her all to himself. The feel of Seth's hot hand between her thighs roused her from her reverie. He had rolled back onto his side and was stroking her pussy so lightly it tickled more than anything. She giggled. "You ready to come, baby?" Seth and Lisa Hi, guys. Sorry it has been so long, but I am back with a new story. First, a quick update: I know I said that Soul Mate Siblings 4 was coming, but the more I thought about it, I actually think it is a great trilogy, so I think I will just leave it alone. I will certainly revisit those characters someday, but for now, I think Jack and Jasmine's story is done. Anyway, let's get Seth and Lisa under way. -------------------------------------------------- "Oh, Mark was so good at night." "My girl and I went all night last night." "Man, Jess is so tight, man." "So, Seth, you have sex yet?" This was a typical day in my high school existence. I always answer with the same response: first, the heavy sigh. Then comes my answer: "No. Not yet." And then I get this little ringer. "Oh, that's good. You should wait." What?!?!?! You just told me how great it was, and you are telling me to wait? Why would I listen to you anyway? You couldn't wait, so isn't that just a little hypocritical? Same shit, different day. Seriously, being a virgin fucking sucks. It also doesn't help I only want one girl, and she is the most unattainable woman on the planet. But we will get to her shortly. Anyway, my name is Seth. Seth Michael Collins. I am 5'8, have short brown hair, brown eyes, and have the complexion of a ghost. I am as pasty white as they come. I don't get out much. I was the kid in school who much rather read a book or white my own stuff than socialize with my peers. Not that I didn't have my share of friends. I hung out with the so-called "nerds", and even had a few jocks and cheerleaders who I could call friend, mostly because I was nice to them and could make them laugh. Common decency and a good sense of humor go a long way in high school. I am a 18-year old senior, along with my twin sister, Lisa. Lisa Michelle Collins. Talk about a polar opposite. She is about my height. She has brown hair, like mine, except hers is long and luscious. Her eyes are a beautiful emerald green, which she inherited from our mother. She is a 36-30-36, which never failed to capture the attention of the guys of my student body, and even a few chicks. While I was the one who would rather read a book during a pep rally, she was the captain of the cheerleading squad. She is one of the smartest students in the county, is captain of the tennis team, and is the head of the student council. If you haven't guessed, my sister is the one I am obsessed with. It is not just a sexual attraction, although with the description I gave her, could you blame me if it was the only reason I was attracted to her? Lisa had a beautiful soul. She was funny, smart, insightful, poetic: she was just perfect in my eyes. She didn't seem like the girl who would do what we would end up doing just a few months ago, but then again, if I have learned anything, is that even after 18 years, people can still surprise you. ------------------------------------------------- I had just finished another lousy day of school. The final bell had rung, and I had an entire weekend to relax and just do whatever I wanted. I walked over to my car and proceeded to drive home. The ride home felt longer than it usually had. I had to deal with the usual barrage of questions about sex and my virginity. Seriously, I just wanted to fuck something, mostly to get the horny teens off my back. Of course, when the only woman you want to fuck is your hot-as-heck sister, it complicates things a bit. I pulled into the driveway of my parent's place. My sister and I are working into trying to get a place of our own, so for now, we are finishing our senior year in our parents' place. I went inside into the house and threw my backpack down on the couch. I went to my bedroom and threw myself on my bed. I just sort of lay there, looking at my ceiling, thinking about my gorgeous sister. There was a home game today, so she wore her cheerleader outfit today, and she looked so damn good, with her long legs under that short skirt, that top clinging to her huge breasts, her gorgeous face that required little, if any makeup: perfection. I reached under my pillow and grabbed my most personal possession: my journal. Mostly I wrote about the day's events: hanging with my friends, the annoyances of answering the same sex questions, etc. But what I mostly wrote about was my sister. I wrote back about how much I loved her and how much I wanted to make love to her. Okay, fuck her, but not in a degrading way. I just want to see if I could make her cum. I think I could, if given the chance. My sister wouldn't be home for hours, so I decided to take a shower before she got home. I did the routine: Went into the bathroom, shed my clothes, turned on the water, check the temperature, and then got in. In thinking about my sister, I had gotten very hard, so I began stroking my cock. Now, remember when I said I could probably would be able to get my sister off? Well, the reason why is because I am about 8 inches long. No, that is not an exaggeration. I really am. I could only imagine shoving my entire length into her hot, tight, wet snatch and pounding her pussy until she came hard on my cock, screaming my name in my ear. Yes, I have a dirty mind, but I can't help it; she is a fucking fox. I stroke faster and faster, my favorite fantasy popping into my mind: we are alone on an deserted island. She is wearing my favorite bikini: a turquoise one that really accents her skin and brings out those gorgeous green eyes. She walks over to me, horny for my cock. She wraps her arms around me, and kisses me with the gorgeous full lips of hers. We fall to the ground, so horny for the other we can't stand it. I unhook her top, unleashing her luscious breasts to my hungry eyes. As I slide down her bottoms, my mouth latches to her left breast and I saturate it with my tongue. As she runs her right leg over my crotch, I slide her bottoms completely and rub her clit mercilessly. She grabs my trunks and removes them from my body. I lined up my cock up with her snatch, which is already saturated with her delectable juices. I push it in, inch by inch, until I get my entire length inside her. She is so tight, wet, and warm, the depths of her pussy feeling so great around my cock. "Yes, little brother. Fuck my horny cunt! I have waited for this for years." Hearing this, I pounded harder and harder on her cunt, the familiar sensation hitting me both in my vision and in the real world. "Sis, I am gonna cum." "Seth, CUM IN ME!!!!!! I WANT TO CUM WITH YOU!!!!!" A few more plunges, and then.......BAM!!!! It hits! I shoot six loads inside her cunt, and her orgasms hit. Her pussy gets even tighter, and I let out a heavy moan. She squeezes my cock like a vice, and I never want to leave her cunt. "FUCK!!!!!! YOU FUCK SO GOOD, SETH!!!!!!!!!!" Hearing that in my vision, I finally shoot the largest load of my life onto the shower floor. Six squirts shoot out before I fall to the shower floor, panting immensely. I sit there, reflecting on my vision. After about four minutes, I finish my shower and get out of the shower. ------------------------------------------------- I wrap a towel around myself and come out of the bathroom. I was walking to the bathroom when I stop outside my bedroom door and drop my towel. "OH, MY GOODNESS!!!!!!!!" My sister had come home early, and she had found my journal. Seeing her in the room had caught me off guard, I dropped my towel in shock and now I was naked in front of hot twin sister. "I came in to check to see if you were in here. I decided to sit on the bed and wait for you to come out of the shower. While I was sitting here, I saw my name in this journal and what you wrote about me. I know I shouldn't have read it, but I couldn't help myself and now I wish I hadn't. Why, Seth? Why would you write this about me? And why......can't I stop looking at your cock?" "Look, I can explain." "Can you cover up first?" I reached down to grab my towel and tied it around my waist. I went to sit down next to her, and did my best to explain. "Look, I am sorry. I have been in love with you since we were freshmen. It is not just sexual; I am in love with you. I love everything about you: your smile, your intelligence, your sense of humor, your insightfulness, your eyes...... "My body?" I swallowed hard and then nodded. "Yeah, and I'm sorry you found out this way, but......" "Where you ever planning on telling me?" I just looked at her, unsure of how to answer her. "I don't know," I finally answered. "I guess I figured if I did, you would hate me." Lisa nodded at that and stood up to go to her room. "Look, I need some time alone. I still love you. I will always love you, but I need to be away from you right now. And if you really love me, rather that love be sibling love or something deeper, you will let me be." I nodded at her, and she left my room. I sat in silence, and begin to cry. It was a long two hours. ------------------------------------------------- "Seth, come here." She finally came out of her room and stood by the bathroom door. I was still wrapped in a towel, but still walked over to her. Lisa breathed hard before she spoke. "Look, I thought long and hard about it. I have a proposition for you." "Okay." Lisa closed her eyes, obviously worrying about what she would say next. Finally, she opened her eyes and said this: "Do you want to take a shower with me?" I swear, my eyes shot out of my head. Lisa chuckled. "I appreciate you saying all that stuff, except the stuff where you said you wanted to fuck my brains out." "Look, Lisa, I'm sorry......." She shook her head. "No, you're not. You obviously want to. I'm not mad, but I am doing this because of all the nice things you said about me. I know you are not a creep, which is why I am allowing this to happen. Maybe if I do this for you, you will be more relaxed around other girls. So, do you understand what I am saying to you?" I nodded. "Good. Then, after you." We stepped into the bathroom and I undid my towel. I was already getting hard, and I saw Lisa blushing. "You're blushing." "So, what if I am? I know it's wrong, but I can't stop looking at it. How big are you?" "About 8 inches." Lisa mouth dropped. "Damn." Lisa began to undress as I said the following words: "You know, I think you have interior motives for doing this." Lisa was taking off her socks when she asked, "What do you mean?" "I think you just wanted to see my cock again." Lisa playfully scoffed. She said, in a very flirty voice, "So what if I did?" I was so horny for her right then. She slid off her skirt, took off her top, then looked at me before she took off her underwear, like she was asking me silently if she should continue. "Go on." Lisa nodded and slid down her panties down those long, slender legs. Her pussy was completely shaven, the lips soft and plump. If I wasn't mistaken, her pussy shows sighs of her arousal. I smiled to myself, which she saw. "What?" "Nothing. But I thinking you are enjoying this as much as I am." "Well, I am. It's kind of naughty." "Plus, I have a nice cock." Lisa just smiled at me. "You pitiful, but you're right." She reached behind her and undid her bra, unleashing her beautiful breasts to my hungry eyes. My cock achieved full mast, and I swear, and she will deny this to this day, but Lisa licked her lips. I did a look over her. She was more sexy and beautiful imagined. Those gorgeous and full breasts who just want to bury your face in, with absolutely gorgeous nipples that I just wanted suck on. Her stomach was so slender and soft. Her legs went for miles and I just wanted to lick them. "Damn, you are so beautiful." She smiled. "Thanks. Let's get in." We did the routine as I did before when I did my shower earlier. We finally got in the shower together. As I stare at her beautiful ass, I realized I was so totally out of my league here. She was so perfect and I....well, wasn't. I got out of the shower. "Hey, little bro, what are you doing?" I sat down on the towel, hanging my head down in shame. "Oh, come on, Lisa. Who am I kidding? I am so out of my element here." Lisa took pity on me and walked over to me. "Seth, look at me." I raised my head. "How long have you desired me?" "Feels like forever." "Well, take advantage of what I am offering you. You get to see me, the girl you have wanted to see naked for years, naked." "Doesn't matter. I want more." Lisa nodded, afraid this would come up. "You mean you want to fuck me?" I just rolled my eyes. "Yes. Alright, I want to fuck my big sister until she screams my name while she cums around my cock as hard as she can and I fill her up with my cum. Alright. I am a freak, okay?" Lisa ran her fingers through my hair, and looked directly at me. "Come on, get back into the tub." "Why?" "Trust me." Lisa helped me up and I walked over back to the tub. "Lie down." "Why?" "Just do it, Seth. So, I did as she asked. "Close your eyes." "Lisa........" "Do it." I did as I was asked. When my eyes were closed, I felt Lisa grab my dick. "Fuck, it's so big." I was confused. "Lisa, what you doing?" Lisa didn't say anything as she moved my cock over something slippery and very, very wet. She held it there for a while, and then I felt the most glorious sensation on my cock. "Now, open your eyes." I couldn't believe it. There was Lisa, my unattainable sister, legs stretched, head thrown back, back arched, and her pussy sliding up and down my cock. "Lisa, what...... "Seth, shut up and fuck me! I smiled at her and laughed. "I knew you had another reason for wanting to shower with me." Lisa didn't respond to that. "Oh, damn, your cock feels so good." I decided this chance probably wouldn't come again, so I finally began to say everything I had ever wanted to say to her. "How good does it feel? I bet it is the largest cock you have ever had in that tight, wet snatch........oh, good grief that's warm." Lisa's pussy was the perfect mixture of warmth, wetness, and tightness. I didn't deserve this. I didn't deserve her. "Can't even finish the sentence, can you?" "Lisa, you are so tight." "Mmmmm, yeah, I am. What about you? Fucking your sister's tight, virgin pussy everything you thought it would be?" My jaw dropped. "You're a virgin?" "Yeah." I was astonished. "But you are the most popular girl in school." Lisa chuckled, now hammering even harder on my cock. "Truth be told, I was kind of waiting on you." "Me? Why? I am nothing compared to the guys you date." Lisa stopped for a moment and grabbed me by the shoulders to raise me up. "Seth Michael Collins, you are the greatest man I've ever known. You are smart, funny, sweet as hell, and adorable with your little nerdy obsessions." "Yeah, but I look like shit." Lisa grabbed my face and smashed my lips against hers. Her lips tasted of the sweetest hone, and, if possible, I became harder inside of her. She broke the kiss and stared into my eyes. "It doesn't matter to me what you look like. Besides, in your own way, you are kind of cute. But I love who you are on the inside. To me, that is the man I love." "But why were you so shocked when you found out?" "Because I was testing you. I have wanted you ever since freshmen year, when I caught you not so subtly checking me out when I showed mom, dad and you what I looked like in my cheerleading outfit." "I thought I was subtle." "Yeah, as subtle as train wreck on a boat." I chuckled at that. "So, why are you letting me do this?" "Because I can do something with you I can't do with the other guys: I can trust you. You never tried anything, because you were afraid of ruining our relationship. If anything, it made me love you even more." With this new information, I began to kiss my sister with so much passion, I shocked both of us. I desperately wanted to resume fucking her again, and Lisa was aware of that. "You have waited three years to fuck the ever loving shit out of me. So far, I am doing good, but you fuck me like you mean it. Make it your fuck, not mine. Don't fuck it up." I began to rock her body against my own.Lisa was in heaven as she felt my long cock stretch her pussy walls like she had never been stretched before. "Oh, Seth. That's so fucking good." I began to slam her body down harder and harder on my cock, and in return, Lisa made her pussy walls even tighter. "Oh, fuck, that's so good, Lisa." Lisa smiled at me, then she placed my head between her gorgeous breasts. I took her hint and I engulfed my mouth on her beautiful breasts, licking them happily with my tongue. Using my right hand, I began to rub her clit, sending her to heights Lisa had never before known. "Oh, fuck yes, Seth. Yes. Fucking rub my clit." I did, slow at first, then faster and faster as I hammered her pussy mercilessly. She would meet my thrusts as quickly as I thrust into her, and it was so intense that sometimes we didn't know who was fucking who. Lisa stopped for a minute and looked at me. "Seth, fuck me from behind." She slid off me and moved her body around so she had her ass facing my cock. I lined up my cock with her pussy(I found out later she fucking hates anal, and quite frankly, so do I) and was back at work again. I heard the pants my sister made as I lay my body on top of hers, my left hand massaging her breasts while my right massaged her clit. "Oh, Seth, you just might get your wish after all." "You mean?" "Yes. OH, SETH. FUCK ME, SETH. SHOOT YOUR SEED INTO ME, SETH." "What about you getting pregnant? "I took a pill before we started. I was hoping this would happen." "You're bad." "So bad. I LOVE YOU, SETH!!!!!!!" "I LOVE YOU, TOO, LISA!!!!!!!!!" "OH, I'M CUMMING. CUM WITH ME, SETH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The orgasms hit. Lisa's walls got as tight as they could, rocking her body to seven glorious orgasms, her eyes rolling in the back of her head, her mouth still screaming her brother's name. A couple more thrusts ought to do it and then....... I shot a massive load into her vice-like pussy. Seven squirts, seemingly without end. Finally, we came down from our orgasmic high. "That was fantastic!" "Yeah. We should have done this along time ago," I smile at her. Lisa shoots me a wicked look. "What are you thinking about, my gorgeous little..... "......Slut?!? Call me your gorgeous slut." "Okay, so my gorgeous slut, what do you planned?" "How long till you can do this again?" I shrugged. "Not long. Why?" Lisa smiled. "I got to go make a call. Got to get the weekend started early." "What do you mean?" "I am going to call in I can't come to the game tonight. Think I caught something. You think you make me feel........" She whispered seductively in my ear. ".....better?" I swallowed hard. "I think I can manage." She smiled. "Good. Now, let's get out of here. Meet me on your bed. Let's continue where we left off properly. My sister slid off my cock and left me there in the shower. I just smiled to myself, recalling what Sean Connery said to Nicolas Cage in the Rock. 'Losers always whine about their best. Winners go home and fuck the prom queen.' Guess I wasn't a loser anymore. Lisa was elected prom queen just a few months later. The End.