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Heatwave

By: pinkcandiecorn



I lived on the fourth floor of a pretty nice apartment building downtown. It was nice, quiet and in a great location. I had been living there for several months, when one morning I walked out onto my balcony and saw a moving truck parked at the curb. The movers were carrying furniture and stuff into the building. As I stood there and curiously watched, I saw you helping the movers taking stuff in.

I noticed you right away. It was going to be a pretty hot day by California standards. It was already a hot and muggy morning. Hot enough already that a sheen of sweat coated your body as you made trips in and out of the building. As I stood there on my balcony, I wondered what apartment you were moving into, wondered who you were, what you were like. I watched you as you worked, your muscles standing out, straining against the fabric of your T-shirt.

From a distance I could see your dark hair and your masculine build, the nice tan color of your skin, but I couldn't tell the color of your eyes. I was definitely intrigued. After a few trips, you came out of the building into the street without your shirt on. I stood there watching you – no shirt, your hair damp with sweat, your jeans clinging to you, the sun glinting off of you smooth muscular chest – and I felt a thrill shoot right through me, straight to my pussy, which was steadily getting wetter and wetter.

I stood there on the balcony on that hot summer morning, in nothing but my nightgown, raptly watching you move, in and out. After a while you must have sensed my gaze on you. You had just turned to walk back into the building, when you suddenly stopped, looked straight up at me and slowly grinned.

Our eyes met and my whole body flushed. Of course I didn't realize at the time that the sun had me backlit and that you could see everything through my nightgown, including the fact that my nipples were as hard as diamonds, jutting out against my nightgown, and that my pussy was perfectly outlined for you.

I had never felt such intense heat before. After a few seconds, you broke the gaze and continued back into the building. I collapsed in a chair, on the brink of climaxing just from that heated, intensely sexual stare.

Well, time progressed, and you filled my thoughts, my dreams, and my every waking minute. You had become my obsession. Everyday, I looked for you, trying my damnedest to catch even the smallest glimpse of you. I would see your back as you turned a corner, your profile as you passed out of my sight, but fate seemed to have a twisted sense of humor, because I never did run into you. I always seemed to miss you. 

Until today.

I’m just coming in from work. Normally I take the stairs, but today I am just too tired. It’s been an unbearably hot day. The city has been going through a terrible heat wave. Everything and everyone is so hot. I walk into the building and blindly get onto the elevator, not even noticing if anyone else is there. I just punch the button and close my eyes as the doors slide quietly shut.

As I stand there, the elevator slowly rising, I feel the tingling awareness of another presence. I open my eyes, and you are standing there beside me. You are leaning casually against the other side of the elevator, just staring at me. You have this look on your face, a kind of smirk around your mouth, one eyebrow arched, eyelids drooping as you appraise me, sliding your hot gaze first down and then back up my body, taking in every detail from the silent heaving of my chest to the sweat on my brow. My knees go weak as I stare back at you. I can’t believe that after all this time my obsession is here in the flesh, in this very small space, just the two of us. 

Suddenly, the elevator lurches and grinds to a halt. The sudden motion throws me off balance, right into your arms.

One thought goes through my head - not "why are we stopped," not "what's happening," not "how are we going to get out of here." No, the only thing I could think was "I am going to rip this man’s clothes off and fuck his brains out, and damn the consequences."

When the elevator stopped you had grabbed me to stop my fall. One hand is now wrapped around my waist, coming to rest on the curve of my hip. The other hand landed squarely on my breast. I look down at the hand on my breast and then back up into your gorgeous eyes. That one look says it all. You slowly began to squeeze my breast, kneading it as I push you back up against the wall of the elevator.

I’m so hot, I feel like I am going to explode at any second. I can feel myself dripping through my soaked panties, starting to coat the tops of my thighs. As you continue to squeeze my breast, your other hand roams down across my ass. I press my hands against your chest, tracing your body through your shirt, down your chest, across your stomach to your groin where I grasp your cock through the material of your jeans. I slide my hand up and down your shaft, raking my nails against the material of your jeans causing your cock to jump. You are already rock hard, pressing against me, begging for my touch.

I yank your T-shirt out of your pants and up over your head, exposing your smooth chest to me. My head dips and I immediately take your left nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting on it, while my hand still moves up and down your shaft, squeezing the length of it, tracing down to cup your balls through the material. I move to your other nipple, giving it the same attention, licking it, sucking it. Your hands came up to my head and you push your fingers through my hair, holding me to you. I move my mouth down across your chest and your stomach, licking and sucking on your flesh, taking little nips of your skin, down across your abdomen, until I reach the top of your jeans.

I quickly kneel down in front of you, my skirt swirling around me. I reach to the front of your pants, and manage to unbutton them. It is a difficult task - you are so hard, straining against the fabric, making them so tight around your cock that I almost can’t get them undone. But finally I do, undoing the buttons one by one, slowly revealing your cock to my eyes, one small inch at a time. 

I finally get the last button undone, grab your pants at the top and tug them down your hips. Your cock, fully erect, hard and pulsing jumps out at me. I shove your pants down around your ankles, and move closer until my breasts are resting against your legs, my hard nipples rubbing against them, being grazed through the thin material of my blouse and bra by the hair on your legs.

I slide my hands, opened out flat, up the back of your legs to your ass. At this point you are standing there, just your shoulders pressed against the wall, your hips jutting out, your hands in my hair. I grab your ass as your cock pulses in front of me. I lean forward and slowly lick your slit, taking your precum into my mouth, tasting you, and inhaling your scent. I wrap my lips around the very tip, sucking on just the cap, running my tongue over and over you’re slit, lapping up your precum.

At that moment, I just suck on that one small area, going no further, my hands exploring your ass, one finger tracing down the crack till I reach your heavy balls from behind. I take them into my hand and slowly squeeze them, tugging gently as I suck on the tip of you’re cock.

I move my tongue then, swirling it around the tip as I slowly began sliding down, taking you into my hot, wet mouth, centimeter by centimeter.

I take you further into my mouth; one hand continuing to slowly squeeze your nuts and the other hand sliding up and down the crack of your ass.

Slowly sliding down, I easily take 4 inches of you into my mouth. But I want more. I think to myself, “My god, you are so big, and I can't take anymore.” But I want it all, and I take as much as I can, until you are pressing against the back of my throat.


I have you deep in my mouth. I can feel you pulsing. I can feel the throb of your heartbeat, racing through the length of your cock. I close my lips tightly around you, causing a vacuum in my mouth as I slowly suck back up to the very tip. There I run my tongue over your slit again, taking in your precum, coating my mouth and the tip of your shaft. I slide my mouth back down, my tongue rubbing against the bottom side of you as I slowly swallow you into my mouth again. Again I take as much as I can, deep to the back of my throat, my tongue running across your skin, feeling the texture, tasting you, memorizing you.

I begin sliding back up, my teeth lightly raking across the flesh of your cock on the top and bottom as I suck my way back up to the top. I begin a rhythm, sliding down, licking and sucking back up the length; raking with my teeth and swirling my tongue around the length; up across the tip, licking, taking in your copious amounts of precum, loving the taste of you.

I can feel your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath; I can smell the scent of our sweat and musk as it mingles, the scent of sex heavy on the air. Your legs slowly move back and forth teasing my nipples, making them unbearably hard.

I can feel your balls starting to draw up; I know that very soon you will cum. But I don't want to let you cum yet. So I tug hard on your balls, and you cry out from the combined pleasure/pain of it. Your hands tighten in my hair as you quickly back away from the brink. I continue moving my mouth up and down your shaft moving it slowly in and out of my mouth. I can feel how badly you want to let go. I can feel the savageness in you that you want to fuck my mouth, hard, cumming deep in my throat. Again, you move so close to orgasm. My hand moves, giving your balls another quick tug before moving to the base of your cock, squeezing the base hard, pulling you back from the edge once again.

I continue moving my mouth up and down your shaft, one hand squeezing the base, the other moving, across your ass, down the crack to your asshole.

I suck on your hard cock, slowly slide it deeper into my throat, wanting to take you deeply into me. I move one finger slowly across the pucker of your asshole, sliding it across, massaging it. My mouth moves up your shaft and down in the very rhythm of the hot animal fucking that we both desperately want. I can’t seem to get enough of you. You taste so good, you feel so good.

But once again I can feel your body tightening. As I move my mouth back up your shaft, I look up and can see your head thrown back, your eyes squeezed shut, the tendons standing out on your neck, the sweat coating your skin. It turns me on so much, to see the affect I'm having on you. My juices flood my pussy, pushing out of me in a rush, again soaking through my panties and coating me, making me slick and wet.

I'm ready to let you cum. I reach my hand down to my pussy, scoop up some of my juices, coating my finger, and move it back to your ass. I move my other hand up and down the base of your cock, quickly, my mouth opening wide and sliding down your length. I can feel you right on the edge of your release. I relax my throat and you slide down as I push my finger into your ass.

Your whole body arches tightly like a bow as you cum, pumping your hot, sweet, load deep into my throat. Over and over, I feel you shoot, as I swallow every single drop.

Your body jerks; I hear you moan with the intensity of your release. As you ride the crest of your climax, I continue moving my finger in your ass, I continue stroking the base of your cock and I continue sucking on you, still hard in my mouth.

I move my mouth up your shaft, my tongue moving along the length as you slowly slide out I lean back from you, my lips slowly moving up your length as you slowly slide out of my mouth. I slowly start to rise, moving up, kissing my way along your abdomen, up across your stomach. Licking my way up your throat, across your strong jaw to your mouth.

I press my body tight against the length of yours, melding us together from hip to shoulder. I push my fingers through your hair, pulling your head down, meeting your lips with mine. I hungrily explore your the soft sweet curve of your lips, pressing my tongue between them, into your mouth. I move my tongue in, rubbing across and exploring yours, tasting you, giving you a taste of yourself. The kiss is wild and a clear indication of what is to come. 

I tug at your hair, pulling you closer to me. I want to devour you, take you into me, every part of you; I want to absorb you into my skin and make you a part of me. Your arms wrap around me, your hands sliding down my back to my skirt. You grab a handful of material, pulling it up, up my legs, up over my ass. Your hands dive inside my panties to grasp my behind, squeezing the globes in your hands, massaging, molding them. I move restlessly against you. I can feel your cock swelling against my stomach. I want it, I want you so badly.

I tear my mouth from yours, arching my back. I yank my blouse up over my head, and peel off my bra. I want to feel my bare breasts pressed against your chest as you fuck me. You stare down at me, your eyes glazed with passion. Your head dips down, your mouth coming to rest on the top curve of my breast. There you lick, nibbling my flesh, before moving down to my nipple, sucking it deep into your mouth. I hold your head to me, pressing my breast harder to your mouth. 

As you suck, lightly biting my nipples, your hands begin to slide under the edge of my panties, your fingers moving down from behind, along the folds of my pussy. Your long fingers, dip in and out, gliding through my juices to my opening. One finger slides in and out rhythmically, in an imitation of what I so desperately want your cock to be doing. As one hand continues playing from behind, the other slides around between us, down into my panties, finding my clit. There you circle it with your fingers, skipping around it, but never touching it, playing with me until I beg. I beg you touch me, I beg you to take me, to fuck me, to make me yours. I'm shaking wildly with the need of my release.

With one quick turn of your hand, my panties rip and flutter to the floor. You lean back, and spin us around until my back is against the wall. You press your chest against mine, holding me there as you grab my legs and lift them up around your waist. Your shaft is now resting directly on my pussy. 

I wrap my legs around you, lifting my hips up and down, forcing your cock to move against me. I wrap my arms around your shoulders, my nails biting into your flesh, trying to pull you to me. But you grab my arms, pulling them up over my head, and then you grab my wrists with one hand, holding them there. This forces my back to arch, thrusting my chest out, giving you easy access to my ripe nipples and soft large breasts. 

My breath is coming in fast pants as I move restlessly against you. I'm so wet; my juices are dripping down, silently hitting the floor. Your cock is now slick with it. You use your free hand to reach down and position yourself at my entrance. Slowly, oh so slowly, you begin to press your way into me. Steadily, you push deeper and deeper into me, until you can go no further. You are in me to the hilt, touching my womb. I revel in the feeling of fullness, completeness. My breath is coming in shallow gasps, keening. It feels so good, but now, I want you to move. I want more, I want to feel you thrusting in and out of me, pumping hard into my pussy.

You move your hand down to my ass to support me as you begin to thrust. Long deep strokes, in and out. You pull almost all the way out, until just the tip remains in me, before pumping your length back into me, fast and hard. I can feel the thickness of you, filling me, rubbing against my inner walls. I can feel the texture of your cock as it rubs against me. My muscles clench, squeezing you as you move in me. 

I know it won’t be long. I've wanted you too much, for too long, dreaming about how it would be. My fantasies never even came close to the reality of it. I can feel your dick pressing against my g-spot, rubbing over it again and again.

I can feel my climax as it starts to build, with your shaft moving in me, your chest rubbing against my breasts as you thrust. It swells up, the pleasure building wave upon wave. I moan, thrashing my head from side to side, clenching my fists, my nails digging into my palms. You lean forward, licking at my neck, move down to my shoulder and lightly bite me, marking me, possessing me. 

And I explode.

I scream out, my legs squeezing around your hips, my vaginal walls clamping down around your shaft, squeezing you inside me, milking you as you continue moving in and out seeking your own release.

You continue thrusting inside me as I ride the crest of my climax, prolonged by your moving in and out of me. You look up, right into my eyes and I can read every thought going through your mind; every desire, every passion, every secret is there for me to see. I lean forward grabbing your mouth with mine, ravaging it, and devouring it. I suck your tongue into my mouth, just as I'm taking your cock into my pussy.

I milk both, sucking and squeezing. With a final thrust, you cum, deep inside me; flooding me, filling me, sending me over the edge once again.

As I ride the crest of my second climax, I can still feel you, filling me deep and hard. I slump against you as you release my arms. I am totally drained at this point. 

But you have other things in mind.

My legs slide down coming to rest on the floor. As I stand there in front of you leaning against the wall for support, your hands roam over my body, touching every curve, every dip, every crevice, every swell and valley. 

You kneel down in front of me and move to arrange our clothing. You create a makeshift pallet, take my hand and tug me down to lie on it. You move over me, spreading my legs to kneel between them. 

Your hand glides down across my stomach to cup my pussy. You can feel my heat, my juices. You lean up over me, one arm braced on either side of me, I think you’re about to kiss me, but no, you just place gentle kisses on my forehead, then my eyes, my cheek, down to my jaw. Your tongue licks a trail along my jaw back to my ear, where you bite gently at the lobe, before licking down my neck, across my throat, down to my collarbone.

You lean down and put your mouth on the top curve of my breast, your tongue licking across my skin as your mouth slides down to my nipple. You again take it into your mouth, sucking deeply. I grasp your head, twining my fingers through your hair, pressing you to me. You suck, lick and lightly bite at each nipple in turn until I'm moaning, panting, wanting more, before moving down across my stomach, my abdomen. There reaching your ultimate goal, my pussy. 

You kneel there in front of me, as I lay open to you. You reach out and run your fingers through my slit, across my clit, down through my juices, to my opening. You run your finger lightly around it, never allowing yourself to go in, just moving around, teasing me, and making me squirm.

As you move your fingers over and across me, I cry out because the pleasure is unbearable. I open my legs wider, arching my back, my neck, throwing my head back. You pull your hands away, resting them on the tops of my legs, before bending over and taking me in your mouth.

Your tongue moves out and swipes across my clit before moving down, licking me, tasting me. You reach my opening, your tongue dipping down into and out of it. It’s such an amazing sensation. I've never felt such intense pleasure before. You move your hands down my legs, grabbing my ankles. You pull them up and over your shoulders to give you better access. You lick at my pussy over and over, running your tongue up the entire length and back down again, across my clit, swirling your tongue around it, sucking it into your mouth, rubbing it with your tongue. My back arches and I cry out, moaning with the incredible sensations coursing through me as your tongue, rubs across me over and over again.


Heatwave



Chloe walked towards the back of the library, wishing she hadn't chosen to wear heels. If she'd known there it was going to be so hot and that the air conditioning was going to break down, she would have worn her comfortable flats! There was no knowing when it would be fixed. The fans dotted around between the desks and book stacks were the only relief. Chloe was tempted to just stand in front of one until she had cooled down. It would have been bliss to stand with her back to the fan, the cool air hitting the back of her thighs. If she found a fan right at the back away from prying eyes, she might have lifted her tight skirt to feel the air hitting her ass cheeks... Chloe laughed quietly to herself. God, the heat was really getting to her! Sighing, she kept walking. Only a few hours to go; then she could go home and...get cool, she thought wryly. The heat wave had hit suddenly, taking everyone unawares. Many of the students had left the library to find somewhere cooler to study. Chloe could see that only a few desks were still occupied. Reaching the stacks near the back of the floor, Chloe started to tidy the shelves.

...

Mark looked up from his desk. He had been there for the last three hours working on a paper for his psych tutor. It was already late, which is why he had stayed at his desk instead of going out. He couldn't believe that he was stuck in the library on a Friday night. He should be out with his friends, in a bar hitting on one of the hot girls he had seen around campus. Instead, he was sitting in a baking, boring library with another 500 words to write before he could leave. He stretched his arms up above his head, his t-shirt lifting to reveal a taut and toned stomach, feeling the sweat trickling down his chest. Man, the heat made him horny!

He got up and walked over to the window, opening it wider. As he turned back towards his desk, he saw a flash of movement. He was sure it was a female flash! Intrigued, he moved quietly over to the nearest stack and peered through a gap in the row of books. 

He had been right. 

He was looking at the most gorgeous ass he had seen in long time. It was encased in a sexy tight dark blue silky skirt which moulded on to her full, rounded globes perfectly. As she reached up to a higher shelf, he watched the skirt lift slightly to reveal perfect smooth thighs. Looking back down, he noticed the shapely calves and slim ankles. The heels added to the sexy shape. 

Mark could feel his cock twitching in response to the show she was putting on. He looked up in attempt to see the top half of this woman. If the top half was as good as the bottom half, he might have to take further action! Her white cotton blouse was tucked into her skirt and he could see she had a small, shapely waist. Frustratingly, he couldn't see anything else as there were too many books in the way. 

He couldn't let it end here. 

He was just thinking about what to do next, when fate stepped in to make the decision for him. One of the books fell onto the shelf with a loud thud. Time seemed to stand still as she stopped what she was doing. Mark was not sure why, but his heart was thumping in his chest. He watched as her leg muscles tensed and her skirt lifted slightly as she turned around and slowly came down the steps...

...

Chloe was alerted to the presence of the watcher by the thump of the book landing on the shelf. But she had felt eyes watching her long before the noise made the possibility a certainty. It was an instinctive thing. If she was honest with herself, she had liked the idea. Chloe had always been turned on by the idea of being watched, but had never had the nerve to do anything about it. She had wondered if her audience liked what they saw. The thought made her pussy wet. 

Maybe it was the heat or the fact that she was hidden behind a book stack, but Chloe had started to deliberately play to her watcher. She reached up to the top shelf so that her skirt lifted to reveal some thigh, and her blouse tightened to show the outline of her small waist. She had been getting more and more turned on by the thought of it. She was acutely aware of her blouse brushing against her breasts and of her lacy push up bra grazing her large nipples, making them hard. 

Then the book had fallen.

Chloe could feel her heart pounding in her chest and her legs shaking as she slowly climbed down the steps and turned round. She heard a gasp. Well, at least she knew it was a guy now! Her nipples hardened even more at the obvious male appreciation she heard in that gasp.

...

On the other side of the stack, Mark was mesmerised.

He watched as she had slowly come down the steps, the anticipation of seeing more of her making his dick start to harden. As she had turned round, he had seen how her blouse tightened as the swell of her breasts came into view. 

Her blouse was pressed tightly over the best pair of tits he had seen in a long time. He thought her ass was great, but these were better! They looked to be full and round, and were pushed up high in on her chest. He could see her nipples clearly outlined and pressed hard against the material of her blouse. It would be so easy to reach out and touch them. He imagined rubbing them gently, circling his thumbs over her hardened nipples, hearing her groan in response. He thought about squeezing her tits together, watching the deep cleft between them which would be formed by his actions. He'd push them up high, and make her lick them. He knew they were big enough for that. God, his imagination was working overtime! He slowly started to rub his dick through his pants, enjoying the show and thinking about what he would do to her given half the chance. She was so hot! He'd always had a thing for librarians. Always so buttoned up and conservative; he imagined that they were all hot and horny underneath. 'Looks like I was right' he thought to himself, grinning. 

He couldn't believe what happened next. He watched open mouthed as she slowly undid the top button of her blouse. 'Oh God, she knows she is being watched' Mark thought to himself. He wasn't sure whether to stay where he was or bolt for the door. He was 21 year old college guy, so he wasn't exactly inexperienced with women. He'd had some pretty wild times in the past, but this had never happened to him. And he was sure if he got caught he'd get kicked out of college. But this was just too good an opportunity to miss. Besides, his dick certainly didn't want to go! Looking down, he saw how it was tenting his pants. He quickly looked around to see if anyone else had noticed the scene unfolding. The library was pretty much empty apart from one or two other students at the other end of the room. Smiling, he turned his attention back to the show.

She had moved on to the next button. She gently stroked the skin she had exposed. Her fingers slowly moved inside her blouse, pushing it to one side to reveal more soft skin. He stared open mouthed as her fingers dipped deeper into her blouse and cupped her breast. He may have imagined it, but he thought he heard her softly sighing as she rubbed her finger over her tight nipple. She took her finger out of her blouse and it disappeared for a second. What is she doing?' Mark thought to himself, desperately wanting some more hot action from that finger. He got what he wanted as she put her wet finger back into her blouse and moved it more insistently on her tit. This time he definitely heard a low moan. Mark wondered if she was wet yet. The thought of her hot, wet pussy making a wet patch on her panties was turning him on even more. He thought his cock was going to burst out of his pants he was so hard! She undid the button which would reveal her breasts fully, moving slowly and deliberately. 'God, she is such a prick tease' he thought to himself. But he was loving it!

She gently pushed both sides of her blouse back, revealing heavy, rounded tits, barely covered in a lacy black push up bra. They were pushed up high and pressed together. The bra only just covered her nipples. He watched astounded as she pushed both tits up higher, and pressed them into her chest. He almost came in his pants when she scooped them out of their lacy confinement. He guessed she was a 34D. Perfect! Mark had always liked big tits. Hers were perfect; big but firm so that they sat high on her small frame. She rubbed the pads of her thumbs over her nipples, making them hard. He wished he could suck them. If he got the chance, he would flick his tongue over each nipple, watching them getting harder. Then he would start sucking on them, gently at first and then more roughly...

Jesus, he wanted to get his dick out there and then and stroke it hard until he came. This was torture! He had to do something about it! Watching wasn't enough any more...

...

Chloe was on fire. She couldn't believe what she was doing! Putting on a show for some guy she couldn't even see? For all she knew, he was dangerous and would attack her at any moment. She bit lightly on her lip and moaned as the danger of the situation dawned on her. She had to confess, it turned her on even more. She could feel her engorged clit getting bigger with each passing moment. 

'I'm such a slut!' she thought to herself. 'Only a slut would get off on showing a stranger everything she had, showing her tits and pussy to anyone that wants to look!' 

Her panties were soaking wet, her hot juices starting to run down her leg. What was he doing on the other side of the book stack? She imagined him getting his hard cock out of his pants and stroking it roughly, pumping it over and over again so that it got even harder. She thought about how hot and red it would be as he leant back and groaned. She loved watching men jerking off. It turned her on to see a great piece of hard cock getting harder and harder until their load of hot jizz shot out, preferably all over her face and tits. She moaned again at the thought of it. Without really thinking, she started to lift the edge of her skirt up her thighs. Lost in a world of her own, she lightly held her pussy through her panties with one hand whilst continuing to stroke her tit with the other. 

She closed her eyes, letting the sensations take over her. She was enjoying herself so much that she failed to hear the footsteps moving closer. It was only when she opened them for a split second to watch what she was doing to herself that she noticed the tall, young man standing watching. She gasped, making eye contact with him and then quickly dropping her hand from her pussy and clutching the blouse to her chest. Her cheeks flamed red as the reality of what she had been doing hit her. She looked down, not bearing to make any more eye contact. Instead of looking into his eyes, she found herself encountering the state of his arousal. It was the guy who had been watching her! 

'Oh God, what do I do now?' she thought to herself wildly. 

He was walking towards her slowly, raking his eyes up and down her body, a lustful look on his face. 'Nice show' he said, grinning, as he continued to approach her slowly.

She moved her eyes slowly up his body. He was wearing tight black jeans which outlined his strong, muscular legs. She quickly lifted her eyes over the hard bulge in his pants, and moved up to his sexy white t-shirt which clung to his hard chest. She really wanted to walk over and run her hands up his t-shirt and...

She mentally shook herself. This couldn't happen! 

"W-what do you want?" she whispered nervously.

"Oh I think you know. And I know you want it to, library girl. Why else would you put on that hot show for me otherwise?" he leered.

He was getting too close. She backed away slowly, unaware that she had taken her hand away from her blouse to reveal her big tits. His eyes were everywhere, burning into her skin. She watched as he lightly stroked his dick through his pants.

"You are so damn hot I just had to come around and see the face attached to that fabulous body of yours".

His voice had lowered to a whisper. She shivered with the seductiveness of it, as he moved closer and closer...

...

She was so sexy, he didn't know where to look and touch first! Her glossy brown hair was piled up tight on her head, with just a few loose tendrils escaping to frame her face. She had beautiful soft skin and a pretty oval face, with the sexiest cherry red lips he had ever seen. Why hadn't he seen her around the library before? Well, if he was honest with himself, he wasn't the most studious type so he hadn't spent much time sitting around the library in the past. Somehow, he thought that he might be taking a sudden interest in books in the future! He always assumed the librarians would be middle aged and unattractive. How wrong he was! She was older than him, maybe 30. But Mark didn't mind. In fact, he liked older women. Much more confident with their bodies than the girls he usually ended up with. This woman was magnificent. She looked so fantastic with her tight little skirt pushed up her thighs and those big tits heaving as she breathed heavily and moved away from him. 

He moved fast, pushing her up against the book stack behind them. Lifting his hand to her head, he ripped out the pins from her hair and watched as her long hair cascaded down her back. He heard her gasp and saw the surprise on her face. He looked down at her tits, watching them move up and down. His cock responded to the beautiful site, pushing almost painfully against his pants. She looked up at him, begging him with her eyes. But begging him to do what? Behind the shock he thought he saw desire and lust starting to light up her eyes. He wondered how she liked to be fucked. 

"Let go of me!" she whispered, looking up at him, her eyes widening.

Mark didn't answer, but kept his eyes on hers. He lowered one hand to his pants and slowly lowered the zip of his flies. He had already released the top button whilst he was watching her stroke her tits. She opened her mouth in shock but clearly did not know what to say. He looked at her lips and mouth, imagining them around his hard cock. 'I bet she's good at giving head' he thought to himself, as the zip finally released his dick. It sprang out, still encased in his shorts He looked down at his throbbing erection, straining to push over the top of his underwear. Her saw that her eyes followed his and couldn't look away. He smiled softly, leaning in to kiss her neck, then raking his teeth over the small nerve pulsing there. She tipped her head to the side, giving him better access. Mark heard her sigh.

It was then he knew he had her.

He moved his mouth up to her neck, to the tender spot that he knew was just behind her ear and blew on it. She moaned quietly. He was beginning to love those little moans!

'Tell me library girl, do you like what you see?' he whispered into her ear.

"I – I... we shouldn't be doing this!" she gasped.

Her eyes told him that she didn't mean what she said, as she looked back down to the huge bulge in his shorts. As he looked with her, he took her free hand and held it against his crotch.

She opened her mouth wide in shock. Mark took advantage and kissed her.

It was the sexiest kiss Mark had ever experienced. It was sensual and lustful all at the same time. She ran the tip of her tongue slowly over his, taking his lips between her teeth to gently nip them. He groaned into her mouth as she deepened the kiss, their tongues lashing wildly. As they kissed, Mark pushed her hand up and down his straining dick. He broke off the kiss. 'You like my dick baby?' he whispered, pushing her hand down harder. 

"Oh God!" she moaned

"Tell me you like it" he ordered softly, looking into her eyes again.

"Tell me!" he ordered again, more harshly this time. As he said it, he let go of her hand which was still on his dick and squeezed one of her tits, raking his fingers over her tight nipple. He was rewarded when she arched her back so that her tit was squashed harder into his hand.

"Tell me" he whispered again, looking for the desire in her eyes.

"I like it!" she moaned softly, running her hands up and down his dick. 

"Show me how much" he whispered, as he pushed her down onto her knees...

...

Chloe needed no encouragement. She dropped onto her knees and started to stroke him, loving the size and girth of it. He was least 8 inches long and almost as wide as her wrist. She loved how it looked! She ran her fingernail up the underside of his dick, watching it twitch; satisfied when she heard him groan. She pumped him slowly for a few moments, watching it grow harder, unable to take her eyes off it. She moved her head down, stuck her tongue out and licked the tip of his hard shaft.

"Oh yes!" he moaned softly.

Encouraged by this, she licked the tip like a lollipop, sticking her tongue into the hole and swirling it around gently. She broke off to look up at him. His head was thrown back with his eyes tightly closed. His obvious delight in her actions was a huge turn on for her. Her cunt was hot and her clit was throbbing. She brought her hand down to her soaking panties and gave her pussy a brief squeeze in an attempt to ease the tension she felt. She moaned in intense pleasure.

"Is your pussy wet library girl?"

She looked up and saw him watching her hotly. He laughed again.

"Well, don't worry about it; I can help you with that later. You'd like that wouldn't you?" he asked, using that seductive whisper she really loved. The thought of what he might do to her enflamed her pussy even more. 

"But right now, library girl" he continued, "You need to finish what you have started"

He pushed her harshly back onto his cock. This time, Chloe took his dick all the way down her throat, moving up and down, sucking hard. He put her hands on the back of her and pushed her down harder. She felt like she might gag, so she opened her throat to try and accommodate all of him. She couldn't help moaning around it, unknowingly creating vibrations with her voice which caused him to push his dick even further down her throat in obvious pleasure. He was fucking her mouth and she was in heaven! He abruptly pulled out and lifted her up. Confused, she searched his face and looked deeply into his clear blue eyes. Without a word, he roughly pushed her towards the window. She felt her ass hit the desk next to the window. He pushed her down on the desk and lifted her knees up. Looking behind her, she saw the students milling about on the grass below.

'Oh God, I might be seen!' she thought wildly. 'What would the students say if they saw one of the librarians lying on a desk with her legs up like a common whore?' But she wasn't panicking. Far from it; she was desperately turned on! She looked at him towering over her. She could tell he was following her train of thought. He just grinned as he slowly bent over and spread her legs wide. He looked at her for what seemed like an age. Chloe knew that he must be able to see her cunt juices pooling on the table. His jeans were gaping open and his beautiful hard cock was straining upwards, red raw with his desire. He reached over and released the front catch on her bra. Her tits bounced out and he started to roughly squeeze her tits, making her moan. He laughed as he leaned over and took one in his mouth, sucking hard on her nipple. The sensation rocketed from her breast to her pussy, as he continued to suck, groaning as he did so.

"You have fantastic tits, library girl" he whispered, moving from one breast to the other. 

He moved one hand to her pussy, stroking it through her wet panties. 

"... and such a hot, wet cunt" he murmured in her ear. 

She groaned as she felt his fingers touching her pussy through her panties. His fingers set an insistent rhythm, moving around her clit but never quite touching it. He teased her for what seemed like forever, before finally pressing on her clit lightly. She was so aroused that she knew it would not be very long until her orgasm started to build deep in her cunt. He seemed to sense this too, and strummed her clit faster. She was going to cum hard and it was going to be difficult to stay quiet. She bit her lip to try to stifle her moans. He knelt down and pushed her legs even wider. She felt his hot mouth fasten on her clit and gently gnaw on it with his teeth. The sensation was incredible! She didn't think she would be able to hold back much longer. What he was doing to her felt too good. His finger was making slow circles round her sopping wet hole, teasing her by dipping into the opening and then coming back out. She pushed his head onto her most secret place and felt his tongue move from her clit and snake inside, probing her cunt walls. The small part of her brain still able to think clearly couldn't believe what was happening. One of the students had her lying on a desk - with her legs bent up high to her chest - groaning as he sucked hard on her pussy and clit. She was bought crashing back to the reality of the situation when he upped the tempo on her pussy, pushing his tongue into her hole hard and grinding his finger harshly on her clit. He took his hand away from her mouth and looked up at her with lust filled eyes, whilst he continued his assault on her pussy with his fingers. 




Heatwave



"Are you going to cum again for me baby?" he enquired softly, raking his eyes briefly over her heaving tits, before looking steadily into her eyes. 

She had never been with a guy who looked at her like that. So cool and calm. How could he stay so composed whilst she was moving wildly like a common slut? She looked down and saw his long hard cock swaying and twitching, looking set to burst. This was too much for Chloe and she started bucking on the desk wildly.

"Mmmmmm...Oh God, please!" she moaned, writhing on the desk, lifting her legs even higher and wandering how much longer this could go on but not wanting it to end. He roughly covered her mouth to muffle her cries. This only enflamed her more, and she moaned loudly into his hand. He groaned and fastened his fantastic mouth on her clit and sucked it, suddenly shoving two fingers up into her. That did it for Chloe. She felt her orgasm build, starting deep in her pussy and racing all around her body. Her legs started to shake and she fought desperately not to scream as her climax reached it's most intense moments...

...

Her muffled cries drove him crazy. Ever since he had seen her fantastic body he had wanted to ram his hard cock deep into her pussy, but he loved watching her getting more and more turned and wanted to prolong her (and his!) torture as long as he could. As her cries slowly faded and she came down from her orgasm, he softened his touch and moved up her body. He had never seen such a pair of great tits. He sucked hard on her nipple, whilst he continued lightly stroking her clit. He heard her moan softly, still coming down from her climax. He loved her little moans. It was such a turn on to know he was the one providing her with such pleasure! He looked up at her. Her back was arched and her head was thrown back, her eyes closed. It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen...

...

Chloe couldn't believe what he was doing to her. She had never had anyone pay this much attention to her when it came to sex. The guys she had been with in the past had followed a set routine – two minutes kissing, five minutes on her tits, five minutes on her pussy and then straight in with the fucking. And that didn't usually last that long. 

'I've obviously been unlucky' she thought wryly, 'or I've been looking in the wrong place...' She'd never looked at the students as an option. Oh sure, she had noticed hot ones all the time. But she had certainly never acted on her attractions. It would have been unprofessional. Taboo even. It was definitely very wrong to be allowing one of them to be practically fucking her on a desk in her workplace; a library of all places! 

Just thinking about him fucking her was threatening to make her cum again. She opened her eyes slowly to find that he was stroking himself as he looked her up and down. She couldn't take her eyes of his dick. Precum was oozing out of the top, glistening as it slid down to the base. Where did he get his self-control?

"Tell me what you want!" he demanded, pushing his finger into her cunt gently.

"I want you to fuck me!" she whispered.

"How do you want me to fuck you, library girl?"

He pushed his finger into her harder and then withdrew it and moved it down to her ass, slowly moving it around her tight hole.

"Oh God, fuck me hard!" Chloe groaned arching her back, not caring if any one heard.

He positioned his dick next to her steaming cunt and roughly entered her, groaning loudly. "Christ, you are so fucking tight" he moaned quietly, slowly starting to fuck her slowly. 

Grabbing her hips, he started to pull her onto his cock while he stayed standing. He looked down at her, his hands pressing her breasts into the desk at her back. 

"This is what you wanted isn't it?" he asked her seductively.

She was finding it hard to think clearly, she was experiencing so much pleasure. There was no softness in his actions. With each stroke he came right out of her, pulled back so that she could see his pulsing dick and then quickly jamming himself back into her, fucking her hard. He grasped her ankles and pushed her legs back so that he could go deeper, all the time looking at her steadily. His control was turning her on so much!

"Isn't it?" he repeated roughly, reaching down to play with her clit while he pistoned in and out of her gaping cunt.

"Yes!" she gasped back.

She just wanted him to keep fucking her.

"Do you like being fucked like a common slut? Do you like a big cock shoved inside your cunt?" he asked mockingly.

His dirty talk enflamed Chloe. She was a slut! Letting a complete stranger fuck her?

"What are you?" he demanded.

"I'm a slut!" she moaned.

"You certainly are!" he said as he lay down on top of her and placed her legs on his shoulders. She immediately felt him going deeper into her cunt. "A slutty prick tease like you deserves to be fucked hard!"

As he slammed into her, she squeezed her cunt walls, tightening her grip on his dick. With another deep groan, he went wild in her pussy. No longer even aware of her reactions, he pounded his cock into her, over and over again, grunting like an animal with every thrust. Chloe grabbed his ass to push him into her further. She felt his cock swell even more, predicting his impending orgasm. 

"I'm going to cum in you bitch!" he muttered wildly, "Do you want it?" 

"Oh God, yes! Please give it to me!" Chloe moaned, surprised with the ease at which she could talk that way. 

With a deep groan, he started to cum, pumping his seed deep into her pussy. Still cumming, he looked at her wildly.

"Your turn. Cum for me slut!" he demanded.

"Aaaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhh... oh yes!" she moaned, meeting his slowing thrusts as her orgasm started to rip right through her body.

"I'm cuuuuummmmming..." Her voice rose as her pleasure increased. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggghhh!" She moaned louder this time, biting her lip and bucking her hips to meet his thrusts. It took every bit of self control to stop herself from screaming as the pleasure she felt reached its' climax. She rode her orgasm out, digging her heels into his back, gripping her hands onto the edge of the desk. As one orgasm died, another one hit. She must of cum three or four times while his cock was still buried in her pussy. As her last climax slowly subsided, she dropped her legs down onto the table. 

She opened her eyes in shock as she felt his lips touch hers. She readied herself for his tongue to force its' way into her hot mouth, kissing her forcefully. But the kiss was not as she expected. His lips were surprisingly gentle as they pressed onto hers, softly at first and then more insistently. But never rough. It was in direct contrast to the way he had fucked her. Chloe sighed as she felt the gentle pressure on her mouth. His hand mirrored his mouth as he stroked her waist softly, rising up to cup her breast.

As the kiss came to an end, he gently removed his now spent cock out of her pussy. Chloe could feel the sweat trickling down her legs, mixing with his cum which was oozing out of her sopping hole. She opened her eyes to see him tucking himself back in to his pants. With one more hot look, he wordlessly turned around and walked away. 

Lying on the desk in a pool of their juices shell-shocked, Chloe wondered what had just happened...

...

Mark walked away, a smile on his face. Studying was going to be so much more interesting now...



Heatwave



The sweat streamed down her body as she carried the groceries from the car. She was alone this weekend, her boyfriend was off with his family, who she didn't get along with, so she figured it was best she say she had things to do and stay here on her own, maybe plan a girls night in. But right now, in this heat and humidity, she'd rather be arguing with his parents at their cabin by the lake and she was damned if she was inviting the girls round when she felt this bad.

The sun was setting, but it didn't lower the temperature any. If anything the air just felt closer, wetter, this heat was killing her, driving her blood pressure through the roof and her libido with it. They couldn't afford air conditioning so the house had been baking all day. She went in and pushed open all the windows in the hope of some relief, but nothing stirred, no breath of breeze, no susurration of leaves to give her hope that the air moved at all. Even the cicadas couldn't be bothered to chirp it was so damned hot.

She went from room to room, switching on the ceiling fans, trying to create a draught, but all she did was emulate a fan oven, the hot air blasting over her body, and she soon turned them off again. There was to be no relief from this sweltering, this sauna, this hot box. She needed to get cool and she needed to feel clean.

She stripped off on her way to the shower, dropping her clothes as she went, her clammy cotton dress and soaking panties peeled off her sticky body and left in soggy heaps as she stepped into the cubicle and turned on the cold water. At first it was hot, warmed by the temperature of the house, but then suddenly it was icy on her skin, instant gooseflesh her reward, but she knew she had to endure it to reduce her bodys core temperature. 

As the water cooled the air in the confined space she began to breathe easier, slowly soaping away the grime that had accumulated on her skin, the sweat that had tricked over her all day as she dehydrated.  She'd drunk pint after pint of water from the cooler in the office, but she seemed to sweat it all out as soon as she drank it, she hadn't even peed all day and she was worried that she would end up with a kidney or bladder infection if she didn't get herself cooled down and rehydrated properly. Hygiene had to take a high priority in this weather, too, and she made sure she took her razor to every bit of body hair she could find, under her arms, down her legs, and even her pubic hair, losing all of it in the hope of shedding bacteria and heat traps as much as preferring to be smooth and fresh.

An hour seemed to do it, she was calm again, her blood pressure down, the goosebumps had stopped. Her heart beat slower and she seemed to be less light headed as she toweled herself down, knowing that it would soon return, that the heat would get to her again so quickly she might as well not have bothered, but she couldn't have stayed that hot any longer, she'd felt like she was dying.

Naked, she stalked through the dark corridors, down the stairs to the kitchen to fetch a cold bottle of water from the refrigerator which she gulped from before she even closed the door, bathed in the bluish light, feeling the icy waft on her nipples and belly as she drank gratefully. She took out a second bottle and closed the door, padding back upstairs to her room. She'd left the fan running in here and against all the odds it seemed a little cooler than the rest of the house.  Laying on the bed she let the blades turn above her, making her skin prickle pleasantly as she fell into an exhausted sleep, the heat of the day having sapped all her energy.

* * * * *

She was awake and she was hot. Unbearably hot. She assumed it was the heat that had woken her, but then she heard the noise that had disturbed her sleep. 

"Ping"

Damn, the computer. She'd switched it on when she was first home, not realising that she had then left it on after her shower. No wonder it was so hot in here. She went to her desk and turned on her monitor. 

"Hi, is it hot there?"

"Hi Jerry, yes, it's hot here. Any more stupid questions?" She typed. Her boyfriend wasn't known for his tact. 

"Yeah, you horny?" Well that was an odd thing for him to ask. Although now he mentioned it, she'd been horny all day, the heat driving her nuts and her damp panties chafing against her clit hadn't helped any, either.

"Now you come to mention it..." She responded.

"Why don't you turn the web cam on?" She paused for a moment. She'd bought the cam for talking to her mother, so she could see that she wasn't wasting away, but Jerry had never asked to cam with her before, maybe the heat was getting to him, too. She looked at the time on her browser window and saw it was nearly midnight; his parents must be in bed, he was probably out on the porch with his laptop. Why not, she thought, let's give the boy a bit of a thrill, and she leaned forward and turned on her cam. A tiny picture of her naked body and the room behind her came up on her messenger.

"How horny are you?" He asked.

"Oh, pretty horny. What about you?" 

"I'm sitting here with my cock in my hand thinking of you and looking at your tits." Jerry had always liked her tits. "If you're as horny as me, why don't you play with yourself?" She felt embarrassed, this wasn't like Jerry at all, but with the heat that was building under her skin again she could feel the moisture building between her legs as her lips puckered, wanting something to ease their ache.

"You're pretty cock sure of yourself tonight, what's got into you?" She asked.

"The heat, the humidity, the sight of you."

"I'd have thought it'd be cooler at the lake."

"I'm not at the lake." Now she was really confused. 

"Where are you?" 

"In town, I had to come up to get a wifi signal. I'm sitting in the car with my laptop looking at you and stroking my cock. Want to play?" What the hell, she thought.

"Why not. Do you like what you see?"

"Oh yeah, you've got great tits. Now how about letting me see some more?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Why don't you move the chair out of the way and lay on the bed for me?" The bed being right behind her she figured she'd still be able to see the monitor.

"Ok." She lay on her side and stroked her flat belly. She couldn't respond to him any more, but she could read the instructions.

"Pinch your nipples and lick your tits." He really was in an odd mood tonight, this was more relaxed than she'd ever known Jerry. The heat must have really gotten to him, but she was more than happy to comply, pinching her nipples until they were tender and hard then scooping her breasts up one at a time, bending her head and running her tongue over her nipples. She heard the ping again.

"Spread your legs while you do that," and she did. Sliding to the edge of the bed and spreading her legs wide, showing off her freshly washed and shaved pussy, glistening with sweat and juices as she continued to stroke her breasts, sitting up now over the corner of the divan.

"Finger your clit." She put her first two fingers in her mouth, licked them until they were nice and wet, then began rubbing her clit, massaging herself the way she did when she was alone, slowly building an orgasm as he watched.

"Mmm, you've got me so hard, I think your cunt needs filling, do you have anything suitable?" She opened her bedside draw and took out her vibrator, turned it on and sat herself back on the edge of the bed. She no longer cared if this was out of character, she was so turned on she just wanted to cum.

"Let me see you slide it into your snatch." She spread her legs wide, parted her lips with the fingers of her left hand and with her other hand she rubbed the tip of the vibe over her lips and clit, getting it sticky before she used it to split her inner lips, teasing the entrance to her cunt. She was moaning now, eyes closed as she enjoyed herself, barely paying attention to the computer as it pinged again.

"Oh baby, that's good! Now fuck yourself with it." Slowly at first she slid the vibrator into her hot, throbbing cunt, feeling her legs start to shake as it went deeper, filling her as it shook in her hand. The other hand went to her breast, squeezing, pinching, scratching as she began moving the plastic cock in and out. She leaned further back, her head touching the bed as her back arched, her heels coming up onto the bed as she spread herself completely before the electronic eye, ignoring its gaze as her orgasm started to peak, her body twitching and thrashing as she fucked herself harder and faster. Her moans became grunts and finally screams as she lost it, cumming harder than she had when she'd wanked on her own. She heard the ping and tried to concentrate on the screen.

"Now put it in your ass." Normally she'd be shocked. Normally she'd object. Normally her tight little ass was an exit only, but tonight she was so hot and so damned horny she didn't care. Sliding it out of her cunt, still wet with her juices and humming gently, she spread her ass cheeks with her spare hand and pressed it against her anus. Damn if it didn't seem to be begging for it, opening and closing like a fishes mouth as she pressed it into her body. It felt so big, so tight, she thought she was going to split in two, but she couldn't stop, she had to have that vibrator up her ass. It sank in four inches straight away and she felt it come to a tense stop, so she began moving it in and out. She could feel the sensations through the thin wall between her anus and her cunt, and another orgasm was building already. She started fucking her ass, feeling the vibe go deeper with each thrust, not caring about what she was doing, focused only on the massive orgasm that was starting to tear her body and her mind to pieces, exploding behind her eyes, all sense of the rest of her body gone as her cunt and ass muscles worked together, making her scream, making her squirt for the first time in her life. She heard the ping and ignored it, she didn't care, she just wanted to keep cumming and cumming and cumming.

Eventually the spasm subsided and she lay on the bed panting, soaked in sweat, in a puddle of cum, with her own ejaculate covering her thighs. She supposed she should feel bad about what she'd done, what she'd allowed Jerry to talk her into, but she couldn't it just felt so good. Every single bit of her body and brain were exhausted, sated, happy. She couldn't believe it.

The phone ringing roused her from her reverie. She guessed it must be Jerry, since she hadn't responded or moved for a while. 

"Hello?"

"Hi, I hope I didn't wake you?"

"Wake me, weren't you watching? How could I possibly sleep?"

"Watching? What the... Never mind. Listen, I'm coming home tomorrow. I know it's early, but my car was broken into and my stuff stolen, the stereo, my phone, my laptop, my GPS, the works. I won't be able to do any work here, so I may as well come home. I've spent all evening in the local police station filling in reports for them." It took her a moment.

"What did you just say?" She sat bolt upright, looking at the screen and the winking cursor that told her the person on the other end had signed off.

"I said someone broke into the car and took all my stuff."

"Your laptop?"

"Yeah, everything, today has been completely crappy. Sorry, I suppose I should ask how your day has been?"



Heatwave



Author's note: This story was a contest piece that went up unedited and without a proper ending -- so this is the full Monty now.

*

It had been an odd summer. First spring had been unseasonably warm, promising a great summer and then nothing but rain throughout May and June. Now, in the first days of July, it became unbearably hot, temperatures above thirty degrees Celsius almost every day and hardly any less during the nights. 

Having just returned from South America, I should have been more used to those temperatures, but in that crammed little room under the roof at my parent's house it was much worse than anything I had experienced there. I had returned from a year's field research three months earlier, had given up my own flat, and stored all my belongings at my parent's. It was supposed to be a temporary thing until I found a decent place for myself again. For the first two months it hadn't really bothered me that much since I had been busy going through the data I had collected and started writing on my paper. Now that this was nearing completion I realised that I had done virtually nothing to find a place of my own, and it started getting on my nerves. 

My parents were ok as far as parents go and tended to get out of my hair most of the time, letting me focus on what I had to do. My older brother had moved out years before me and lived in another city. Only my little sister, who was two years younger than me, still stayed with them as she had not finished her employment training as an accountant yet. She somehow found it preferable to keep the little money she got for herself, rather than having to spent it on rent and food. I think she gave my parents a token payment for rent, but knowing my father she probably got it back in little handouts and gifts anyway. 

My sheets were soaked when I woke up; little rays of sunshine broke in the curling smoke of my good morning fag. There was the distinct smell of coffee wafting through the house, informing me that Claire had woken up before me. My parents had left for Spain the day before yesterday and Claire had opted out of joining them after a bad break-up with her boyfriend a couple of weeks earlier. We all thought it would have done her good to go on a holiday, which she had already booked anyway, but she wanted to stay where she was and spend it with her girlfriends. 

It was all the same to me anyway. Somehow I had looked forward to having the house to myself, but then again she was actually much more agreeable than she had been in our childhood and youth; although we had never been particularly close, we had never got on each other's nerves either, as many of my friends' siblings and sisters in particular had reportedly done. From the sounds downstairs, she was either busy preparing breakfast or putting stuff away. That meant the shower was free and I took advantage of that. 

The upstairs bathroom had the only real shower in the house, downstairs was a bath tub. If there had been one singular piece of friction between us it had been the use of the bathroom, as we both preferred showers in the morning and both long ones for that matter. I didn't know why she spent ages in there; I usually started my day in the shower with a good morning wank, at the time my sole source of relief. 

That morning I didn't feel like tossing off, I just needed to feel fresh and cooler again -- which I did for the duration of the shower itself, but even when drying off I started sweating already again since the upstairs bathroom was pretty small and had transformed into a sauna. I stepped into some running shorts and went downstairs into the kitchen. It was empty, Claire had apparently taken her breakfast into the living room or outside into the garden. It was very quiet and still. I helped myself to a cup of coffee and decided to look for her, without really knowing why. 

We hadn't talked much during the last weeks. After my arrival I had told her a bit about Chile and Peru, but other than that we hadn't really spoken that much. She had been preoccupied with her boyfriend and the break-up, which had apparently been coming for a long time. According to my mum he was a cheating bastard who had treated her like shit and it had been long overdue that she dumped him. I just saw him a few times, a tall, bland guy with rather boorish manners and a narrow brow that made him look violent and stupid at the same time -- although neither was true, since he was a law student and not prone to physical violence. 

I had not seen her shed a single tear but she withdrew into her room a lot, or went out with her girlfriends when they managed to drag her out. I found her on the terrace on her favourite deckchair, a book lying next to her on the coffee-table together with half-eaten toast and an empty cup. She gazed at me with vacant eyes and lit herself a cigarette. She liked to wear these oversized t-shirts that went almost down to her knees. Her dark hair was still wet from the morning shower and I noticed how pale she was in comparison to me. 

"Morning, sis. Thanks for the coffee." 

"You're welcome." 

I sat down on a wicker chair opposite her and sipped my coffee. 

"So what are you up to today? Going for a swim or something?" 

She shook her head emphatically. 

"No ... too bloody hot. Too lazy. No idea, really, might just hang around here in the garden and read. You? Are you going to work on your paper?" 

I sighed. Yes, I knew I should. But I also knew I wouldn't. 

"Don't think so. I can't concentrate properly in this heat. You at least have two decent windows in your room. Mine is like an oven." 

"Yeah, I remember." 

She was living in my old room now, which she got when I had first moved out. 

My parents had left us their car, although they had intimated that they would prefer we used it as little as possible. However, since we lived in the outskirts of the city, we definitely needed it if we wanted to go shopping, or in my case, if and when I needed to go to the library. 

"Do we have to do any shopping for today?" 

"Don't think so, mum filled the fridge to the brim and there is still bread and stuff too. There is pizza in the freezer for later on, don't feel like cooking anyway." 

"Don't feel like eating at all actually. But I suppose I will get hungry sooner or later." 

That was the longest conversation we'd had for days, and as if becoming aware of that we both fell silent again. 

The sun peeked through the foliage of the few trees in the back of our garden and painted patterns of light on my bare upper body. I noticed that I had forgotten my cigarettes upstairs, so I asked her for one of hers. She picked up her book again and started reading. I quietly enjoyed the peaceful morning and closed my eyes for a bit. When I opened them again, I found Claire staring at me with an odd curiosity. 

"Something the matter?" 

"Nope." 

Her eyes returned to the pages of her book. She looked cute as a button, petite, yet more womanly than girlish, her brown eyes looked always slightly melancholy even when she smiled. I realized how little I knew about her and her life. 

"Would you mind if I get my old tape-deck down here and we listen to some music?" 

"Not at all, go for it." 

I went back upstairs and gathered the machine and some tapes. It occurred to me that I didn't even know what kind of music she liked. We had both listened to rock when we were younger, but I had grown fond of electronic music and some South American bands and singers. I made sure that I picked a selection for all eventualities and looked for a book, then aborted the search because I was pretty sure I was too lazy to even read. When going through my bookcase I found my little bag of weed that I had stored there and, following my impulse, I took that and some skins along. 

The few minutes in my room had caused me to sweat profusely and I was glad that the temperatures on the terrace were almost bearable in comparison. Claire had put the book aside again and observed me setting up the music. 

"You know what, I have no idea what kind of music you are listening to these days." 

"All sorts, doesn't matter really. Reg was into hip hop and stuff, but I don't really like that." 

First time she even mentioned his name for days now. 

"Well, I have this Argentinean band here which combines electro and dub with tango. That ok?" 

"Yep, sounds interesting." 

I put on the tape and pulled my chair a bit closer to hers, as the sun was coming around the trees now and I didn't fancy baking in the sun as yet. I showed her the weed. 

"Fancy a spliff? Since we are both not up to much today, we might as well get shitfaced." 

She smiled for the first time in days. 

"Yes, sounds like an excellent idea. We still have coffee in the kitchen; shall I go and get you some too?" 

"Dunno, I'm starting to sweat like a pig already, maybe something cold instead. Darn, it is fucking hot already." 

"True, maybe you're right, I'll get some Coke instead." 

By the time I had finished rolling the spliff, she returned with two glasses of Coke, even with ice cubes. 

"There is some ice-cream in the freezer also, mum really thought of everything. Might come in handy later, in case we are getting the munchies." 

"Oh, cool." 

I handed her the spliff to light and watched her enjoying the first puffs. This was nice. We had never done this before together, although I had known that she was smoking too. How tiny her hand looked in comparison to mine when she handed it back. There was a content smile adorning her face as she seemingly relaxed and listened to the music. 

"I like this. What's the name of that band?" 

"Gotan Project. La Revancha Del Tango." 

I gave her the spliff again and took a sip of Coke. Weirdly enough, I suddenly found that she looked almost South American, with her dark curls and brown eyes. Only the pale complexion didn't quite fit. 

"You haven't had much sun this year yet, have ye?" 

"Not really. Why?" 

"Dunno, just came to me that you might look almost like a Latina if you had a bit more of a tan. Never noticed that before." 

She giggled. 

"What, me? Rubbish. Why, do you miss the hot Latina chicks?" 

I felt that I started blushing. That was a bit of a sore point actually, but she couldn't have known that. I'd had crushes on several girls during my trip, but never really approached any of them -- not because I was shy or anything, more because I didn't feel like starting something with someone that wouldn't last. And I wasn't really into casual sex. 

"Maybe." 

She grinned, and then looked at her arms disapprovingly. 

"Yeah, but you are right, compared to you I look ridiculously white. Maybe I will catch some sun in the garden later on." 

"Be careful though, you might burn quickly." 

She was about to retort something, but then bit her lip and took the spliff again instead. All of a sudden the nice, relaxed atmosphere got an undercurrent of something else, although I couldn't quite figure out what it was. 

The wicker chair became a little uncomfortable. To the right of the terrace was a stretch of lawn that still had some shade at this time of the day. 

"Do you know what? I am going to get a blanket and some cushions and am going to lie down on the lawn for a while." 

Again she looked as if she wanted to say something but held back, just nodded in approval. When I returned from the living-room with the rug, she got up from her chair too and gathered her possessions. 

"I'll join you." 

The garden smelled of summer, rich and sultry. The grass was still soft and lush, as the heat wave had not yet managed to dry out the ground. I noticed that I was pretty stoned when I sprawled out on the blanket. The sky had a wonderful deep blue colour, not a single cloud disturbed this effigy of a perfect summer's day. Claire brought her things and an ashtray and sat down cross-legged on the blanket, pulling her shirt over her legs. She appeared a bit pre-occupied and nervous. I noticed that her hand was trembling a little when she lit a cigarette. 

"Are you all right?" 

"Yeah, sure." 

She paused and avoided looking at me. 

"I am pretty stoned actually." 

"Sorry, didn't want to get you that wasted early in the morning." 

"No, it's great. It's just the heat I guess. I feel a bit light-headed. And hot." 

"Same here." 

As a matter of fact, I was sweating profusely in the synthetic fabric of my shorts. No breeze whatsoever alleviated the heat of that late morning. I noticed that her long hair had dried already. I was considering going back to my room to put on some trunks. 

"Aren't you sweating in that shirt? Don't you want to put a bikini on or something?" 

"Hmm. I was thinking about that just now. I don't know how to say this ... Would you mind if I don't?" 

"Huh?" 

"Well, I know this is kinda weird ... but you know, most of last summer I went to this nudist beach with Reg and the girls. I liked it a lot. Would be a bit weird to lie here with you though." 

I felt the sudden rush of blood in my head, but I hastened to answer, "No, that is fine with me. Actually, I am sweating in these bloody shorts too. So ..."

Now it was awkward. I think if I hadn't been stoned and relaxed in the first place, I might not have stepped out of my shorts so readily and quickly, babbling on to reassure both of us. 

"Not that we haven't seen each other naked before. I mean, well, that has been a while though." 

She took off her t-shirt and panties with equal expediency. She was not wearing a bra. We both avoided looking at each other directly at this point, waiting for the strangeness effect to pass. The music stopped, indicating it was time to turn the tape or put something else on. 

I remember thinking how lucky we were that the only other houses on our street were facing away from our house and land. It had been an old farm before we bought it; my father had demolished the old farmhouse, drawn up the blueprints for the new house himself and more or less built it with the help of some friends. 

It was true, as children we used to run around naked in the garden all the time until we were ten or something. That must have been the last time I saw my little sister naked before that day. No, not true, I accidentally ran into the bathroom when she was drying herself off as a teenager. Casting a few furtive looks while going through my tapes I realized that she had changed quite a bit since then. Her breasts were small and perky, her waist was pretty thin, her pelvis had always been a bit more on the broader side, but she simply looked great. I noticed a couple of tattoos on her shoulder and close to her belly button. And apparently she wasn't a big fan of pubic hair, as I saw none. 

I had chosen some chill-out atmospheric house and returned to the blanket. I was stoned, sure, but I felt the urgent need to get even more stoned to soften the blow of lying next to a naked woman who just happened to be my sister. I noticed that she was checking me out with furtive yet determined glances and as inappropriate as that felt, I couldn't help but feel a surge of blood, this time not in my face but down below. I quickly turned to my front and started skinning up again. 

"Uh oh, another one?" 

"Yeah." 

I just couldn't think of something reasonable to say. It was strange -- I started being more relaxed about being naked and at the same time I felt a rising tension. Contrary to my sister, I had never been to any nude beaches. Not that I had anything to feel ashamed of, to the contrary, I had quite a nice body. I had been involved in one type of sport or another for most of my life and in the tool department I didn't feel short-changed either, unless when watching porn of course. 

However, after the second spliff I relaxed more and more, and soon it seemed normal enough to lie there in our garden, by then reasonably off our faces. The sun stood higher and higher in the sky and soon we wouldn't have any shade where we were lying. At the same time I started feeling hungry, as all I'd had so far that day was coffee and Coke. 

We resolved to put the pizzas in the oven and go inside for the meal, as Claire wanted to make a salad too. She seemed much more at ease with her nudity and made no attempt to put on any clothes for that either, so I just followed her lead. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't look at her body whenever I had an opportunity to do so clandestinely. Sister or not, when bending over to get the salad bowl out of the cupboard under the sink, there was a near-perfect arse and the outline of her pussy beckoning at me and I couldn't help but savour that sight. 

While she prepared the salad, I got the table ready. Passing close to her in the kitchen, it felt like little waves of energy connecting our bodies and I got goose-pimples on several occasions despite the sweltering heat. At those moments I wished I hadn't forgone my morning routine, although I doubt that it would really have made any difference. I resolved to have a cold shower after lunch, maybe a presumably short wank to rid myself of that excess energy that seemed to build up despite me continuing to assure myself that I wasn't aroused by my sister, just by female parts that happened to be in sight. 

We didn't speak much during all this and our lunch was equally quiet. From the kitchen table you could see the part of the garden where our blanket was, and by then there was no more shade left. 

The food tasted sublime and some ice-cream rounded off our meal. 

"That was great, I feel much better now. So what now, go back in the garden?" 

"Well, if we do, you have to help me put some sunscreen on; otherwise I will get a sunburn in a jiffy. I think we have some factor twenty upstairs in the bathroom from last year." 

I had to clear my throat before answering, "Yeah. Sure." 

I hadn't thought about that before. I had felt reasonably comfortable with the idea of having one or perhaps more nude days with my sister, I'd probably loosen up about the whole thing after a little while. To actually touch her naked body and rub some sun blocker on her, however, had a different quality. 

Nevertheless I found myself with a pounding heart in the garden, first watching her applying the sun blocker to her front, then turning around and waiting for me to do the other side. She closed her eyes. I was pretty grateful for that as my cock had grown already during her own performance and turned into a raging hard-on when I started massaging the somewhat obscene white creamy stuff into her backside. Darn, this was too much, but I was determined to brave through this no matter what. My hands were trembling when I got to her buttocks, and for the first time I started wondering if she felt anything at all too because of my touch. 

Her face looked very calm, her cheeks rather rosy, but that could have been an effect of the heat. By now it all didn't seem to matter much anymore, what was appropriate and what wasn't, I wanted her to enjoy my touch. So instead of quickly finishing my job as I had originally planned I took my time massaging the blocker into her skin, down from her buttocks to the back of her thighs, parting them slightly even to get better access, all the while trying to observe some reaction. Her breathing seemed a bit more irregular and she opened her lips occasionally, but those were the sole changes I could perceive. I had worked my way down to her calves and the relief was mixed with some disappointment. I made sure that I landed on my front side before she opened her eyes, though. 

"Thanks." 

"Welcome." 

Her body glistened in the sunlight. She looked at me, calmly, with the hint of a smile. 

"I should do your back too, although you are quite tanned already, in some places you are definitely not." 




Heatwave



That was true. Since I had taken off my shirt or ran around in shorts on occasion I did have a tan, but there were distinct white spaces in between that would now be exposed to the sun. She returned my favour with an intensity and zest that almost made me whimper at times. Very slowly she massaged the blocker into my backside and as heavenly as her touch was, my swollen member below began to react painfully to those manipulations. 

"Well, you can do your front yourself. All done." 

"Thanks. Um... I think I'll do that in a little while." 

"K, suit yourself. By the way, we forgot to put on music again. I liked the last tape too, great tunes." 

Little bitch, was she teasing me? There was no way I could get up with that raging hard-on any time soon. 

"Oh... if you want, you could turn that one around, there are some good tunes on the other side too." 

She complied and saved me the embarrassment. We spent about two hours in the sun listening to music and I started talking about South America. While she was listening intently, Claire never really volunteered any information about herself or her life. I surmised that she might not want to talk about her ex-boyfriend or anything along that vein, even though this was almost certainly foremost on her mind. 

What broke up our session in the sun was a telephone call by our parents who wanted to know how everything was going and tell us what a great time they had in Spain. It felt a tad weird sitting stoned and naked next to my little sister whilst talking to my mum and dad on the phone. My mum actually made me promise to do all I could to cheer Claire up. 

It was her turn to do exactly that, though, as she went into the kitchen and returned with a couple of chilled beers. I was thinking about taking a shower when she started talking after having been silent most of the early afternoon. She had curled up on the sofa next to me, cooling her face and neck with the beer can. 

"Can I ask you something?" 

"Certainly, fire away." 

She appeared to struggle to find the right way of formulating the question. 

"Um ... what do you think about me ... hmm ... as a woman, you know? I mean ... do you find me attractive?" 

Since it is unlikely that the temperature went up a few degrees, the heatwave I felt just then was almost certainly a reaction to that loaded question. 

"Oh ... um ... well, naturally. You are drop-dead gorgeous of course." 

I nervously lit a cigarette and offered her one too. I noticed that my hand was shaking a little. 

"Ta." 

From the way she looked at me it was obvious that she expected more than this singular statement. 

"I mean, you are very attractive. You have a very pretty face, a perfect body and you are a really classy girl, character-wise and such." 

I bit my tongue. That sounded pretty lame and inane. 

"Hmm." 

"Well, you know ... if you weren't my sister, I would probably fancy you or something." 

I took a big swig of beer to give me time to think of something remotely sensible. 

"Reg was an idiot to let a woman like you go and treat you like that." 

Hopefully that last comment would steer us away from the muddy waters we somehow seemed to be heading towards on auto-pilot. 

"Thanks. That is kind of you to say." 

She looked a bit lost anyway. Under different circumstances I would have probably offered her a hug or stroked her hair or something. Now, however, it was exceedingly difficult to ignore that we were naked and I was definitely mildly aroused, as out of place as that felt. I followed her example and cooled my brow with the sweaty beer can. 

"So you don't think there is anything wrong with me?" 

"Wrong with you? Rubbish. Really, don't think even for a moment that this had anything to do with you ... well, you know what I mean. He was an arsehole, plain and simple. He didn't deserve you in the first place. If you had told me about the way he was treating you, I would probably had to beat him up or something. Isn't that what big brothers do in such a case?" 

She grinned. 

"Perhaps. Anyway, you are helping me much more with saying those kind things you are now." 

"You are welcome and I mean them. Really ... um ..."

I was running out of things to say again. 

"I think I need another spliff." 

"Yeah, why not." 

I hastened to busy myself with rolling, avoiding to look at her directly. 

"You know, I saw it coming a long time. Lots of my mates had told me that they thought he was getting off with other girls, but I never believed them. On the other hand ... well, we didn't have as much sex as we used to in the beginning, but I thought that was normal. But it was almost ... almost as if he had lost interest in me, or didn't enjoy sex with me anymore or something. He was like ... always pushing me away when I wanted tenderness or nudge him into touching me." 

Her expression was a little tortured and quite sad. 

"Idiot. As I said." 

"No really, I was starting to think I am not good in bed or something, or not attractive enough ... know what I mean?" 

"Well ... we have established that you are drop-dead gorgeous, haven't we?" 

"So you said." 

"Told you, I mean it." 

I emptied the beer can and finished rolling the spliff. Wow, this was weird. 

"Hmm. I believe you. After all, bodies don't lie." 

Oops. She had noticed my hard-on earlier after all. Half of my blood went into my head, the other seemed to rush south. 

"Oh ... sorry about that. I didn't mean to be ..."

"Shut up. It's okay. Really, it's rather flattering." 

This was the most awkward moment of the day yet. I was dying to see the look on her face and at the same time tried as hard as I possibly could to avoid looking at her at all. I sucked on the spliff as if it was an oxygen line that kept me alive. 



"If this is of any consolation, I got turned on by all that just as much. Nothing wrong with that I suppose." 

I wasn't so sure about that, after all, we were siblings. However, my cock disagreed emphatically. I had pulled up my leg facing her so that she couldn't see it, but unfortunately she changed her position and came closer to get the spliff out of my hand. Her apparent nonchalance crumbled as our hands touched the same moment as she looked directly at my stiff member. My mind was a jumble of haphazard thoughts, impressions and impulses. The last remnant of sensibility urged me to get up and leave the scene before being drowned by this heat wave. 

"Um ... as you can see, I really do need a cold shower now." 

It was supposed to sound funny in order to defuse the situation, but it wasn't and it didn't. Her reaction was baffling. She reclined on the side of the sofa, putting her right leg up and the left down on the floor and started caressing her sweet little pussy. I must have held my breath for a minute or so, frozen solid in the sweltering heat by this unexpected spectacle. 

The burning sensation on my fingers broke that spell, as the spliff had burned down to the roach. I quickly disposed of it in the ashtray and watched my little sister strumming her clit. I wasn't sure what she expected me to do, whether that was meant to be a turn-on only, or if she wanted to masturbate. That seemed like a reasonably safe choice though, and I shifted my position on the sofa to emulate her behaviour. I think half a minute of serious wanking would have brought me to the edge, but I wanted to last a little longer, so I took it slow. 

Unwittingly, my sister had found one of my biggest turn-ons, I used to download clips of girls masturbating for solitary pleasures. This of course was so much more exciting, to have a woman opposite you working her way up to her orgasm. She was very quiet though, no sounds at all, no moaning or panting, just a dreamy expression, half opened mouth and the occasional biting of her lips. She heaved and rotated her pelvis slowly, in stark contrast to very vigorous and fast circular motions around her clit, occasionally dipping into her hole to get more lubrication. I had worked myself close to coming several times already in the first five minutes, and then I missed the signs of the point of no return, squirting a sizeable load on my upper body and, unfortunately, a bit on the sofa too. 

Claire had to go on for another five or ten minutes or so, difficult to say, as time had lost all meaning. The first and only sound in the form of a deep groan heralded her achievement. Now we could both relax. She had found the one thing that hadn't crossed any serious borders and still given us some genuine release and satisfaction. Still, we were both too stunned to talk. The only thing I managed was to grab some tissues and clean up the mess I had created on myself and my parent's furniture. 

My voice was hoarse and trembling when I finally regained my ability to speak. "Ok, but now I definitely need a shower." 

Although that was certainly true, I was fleeing the scene a bit. Her face was inscrutable; she didn't react at all when I got up and headed upstairs for the shower. Wow, all this was confusing. I stepped into the shower and tried to calm down. It didn't work. My head was spinning with impressions and vague notions of future possibilities. Despite almost cold water, my dick responded to this jumble of thoughts and emotions. We hadn't crossed the line; that was reassuring, but it didn't reassure me at all. At least my body temperature went down a bit now. 

I had just started to dry myself off when Claire entered the bathroom. Only then it occurred to me that I hadn't closed the door. I realised that I wanted this to continue, somehow, in one way or another, although I wasn't exactly sure what I wanted and if I really dared wanting what I might want. She smiled somewhat sheepishly and went past me and into the shower. Through the open door I heard music coming from her room -- my tape actually, the one we had listened to earlier, Gotan Project. 

I wasn't sure what to make of that. Did this indicate that she wanted to be alone now? Or was this an overture to something else? If so, what else? More of what we had done already? 

Considering how quickly she came out of the shower again, I was pretty sure now that all the time she spent in there in the morning, she had spent for the same reason as me. I watched her rubbing the towel slowly over her body, dazed and confused, feeling the dire need to communicate, but being incapable of any such feat at the same time. 

"Um ... you took my tape?" 

Odd thing to say to a naked sister with whom I had just masturbated together with, but then again, everything would have sounded weird under the given circumstances. 

"Yes, I thought we might spend some time in my room. If you don't mind." 

I tried to grin confidently, but failed miserably. 

"No, sounds great. I mean, yeah, why not." 

I paused and followed her into her room. She had drawn the blinds. The room, where I had spent most of my youth, of course now looked completely different. She had decorated it quite tastefully actually. It was hot in there too, but definitely not as bad as in my own room. She went straight onto her bed. I stood like a ninny in the middle of the room at a complete loss for words and actions. 

"Come." 

Ok, that invitation was clear enough. I joined her on the bed. The tension was unbearable. My cock, which had been semi-hard throughout, anticipated more clearly what was still somewhat uncertain to my head and stiffened quickly. 

"What do you want to do?" 

True, it was a bit cowardly to give her the initiative with that question again, but I really didn't know what I wanted at all, so it seemed like a perfectly good position to be just open for suggestions. 

"I'll do whatever you want." 

"You mean ... everything?" 

"Yes. Everything." 

Darn. Tall order that. I was the older brother. I had just been given carte blanche. I was supposed to look after my little sister. My head was about to explode. The heat was too much. This wasn't right. Was it wrong, though? Couldn't we just be brother and sister again? What the fuck was I supposed to do? In a movie I would have had a little angel and a little devil sitting on my shoulders, arguing. It was hot as hell. The little devil had the home field advantage. 

When she opened her legs for me, the little angel fell right off my shoulder. Still I hesitated to deposit my aching dick into her beautiful little cunt. I crouched between her legs instead, parting her labia, transfixed and mystified by what I now saw up close. Her scent was expunging the last remnant of reticence on my part. My tongue explored her hot and wet sex, cautiously toying with her little love button. Again she was very quiet, but her hands clenched the soft bedspread and tremors ran through her body. The heat emanating from her lap brought sweat onto my brow, dripping down and comingling with her slightly sour juices. 

I closed my eyes and furiously licked her slick cunt. At this very moment this was all that existed for me. My tongue and this spectacular little honey pot at my mercy, the task at hand that I was determined to fulfil, no matter what, no matter how unbelievably horny this whole situation made me, how difficult it was to desist from simply interrupting and going for glory myself. Against my habit of keeping my eyes closed when licking someone I now kept them open. I couldn't get enough of seeing her reddened face twitching and distorting in the waves of lust and passion, her eyes half closed but repeatedly fixing on mine, noiselessly approaching more rapidly than on her own, earlier, the inevitable. A deep fulfilled sigh, accompanied by a sudden tensing of her body, broke our silent communion. 

I leisurely lapped up her juices and then moved very slowly up her body, barely touching it, but feeling its heat like an invisible shield. I grazed her hard nipples and covered her unbelievably beautiful face with kisses, tasting the salty trails of sweat there, which could well have been mine as my dick made contact with my sister's juicy minge. 

I just rubbed it up and down her slit whilst locking with her in a fiery kiss. We moaned in unison when I penetrated her. The thought crossed my mind that no-one ever had been so open and ready for me, trusting me and abandoning herself to me so completely. How perfectly my dick seemed to fit into her and how wonderfully natural it felt as I started pumping her slowly at first. She made noises now, whimpering and gasping for breath, her hands trailing up and down my sweaty back. 

I was so close to coming all the time, but I wanted it to last, wanted the heat to mount even more, fuck her harder, lose all sense of who we were, which only lingered like a vague memory somewhere in the back of my head anyway. My sweat was dripping onto her body as I pounded her harder, feeling her matching my movements to increase the intensity even more. I noticed we were moving in the rhythm of the music that was dubbed by our moans and groans as if it was meant to be that way. Into the silence between two songs I came gushingly into her. Our slithering bodies came to a halt, but it took ages until my hammering heart slowed down again. 

For a few seconds I was even afraid to look at her, as a sudden awareness of what we had just done surfaced, stinging my consciousness. But that happy, loving smile that greeted me when I eventually gazed at her obliterated all sense of wrong. 

I slowly pulled out and rolled off her, knowing full well that this would not be a one off thing, but a beginning of something just too beautiful to be ashamed of, and far too perfect to resist. 

The heatwave went on for another two weeks. The only time we ever wore clothes was when we had to go shopping. Needless to say, my sister's self-confidence was restored after this summer.