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Touch

By: Nick Marlowe



My hands are rough and coarse, but I touch you with the softest caress I can. 

I know my hands against your soft skin causes sensations that shoot into your nerves. I can feel you shudder and nervously shake as my hands touch you. 

Little bumps raise up under my hands as they pass over your flesh. You are hot and I feel your heat emanating up into my palms.

Slowly I explore your shoulders, gently wandering over them, pausing to knead your muscles and rub deeply, breaking away tensions and leaving warm relaxing tingles in their place. 

My fingers work against your tissues and play as they dance and drag over you, pressure increasing as I force your tightness to give way under my insistant massages.

Hands now surround your neck, moving constantly, thumbs rubbing and flexing against your neck and fingers closing against your spine, deep caresses as I tenderly melt your body under my hands. 

Pliable and warm, soft and given, trusting and needing, you willingly allow me this pleasure. 

A pleasure so sweet that I feel the thrill throughout my body as I touch you. 

My finger tips are alive and electric and they enhance my senses with every valley and muscle and change of flesh texture I meet. 

Your body is a pleasureland for me. I couldn't bear all of it at once. You were created to enjoy little by little and without urgency. 

Your shoulders are complex. Soft yet strong, fleshy and muscular, with necessary shape, like a structure designed to withstand much, but covered and softened by a heavy tapestry of warm and easy beauty.

Your neck is long and white, regal and aqualine, like those of goddesses and saints imagined by Renaissance masters, and found only in the world of idealic dreams. 

I long to kiss your perfect neck and to cover it with wet devotion. I yearn to suck your flesh and taste you. I would feast on your shoulders and neck, happy and content if that was all I was allowed.

But I want much more of you. 

I am hungry to taste your full lips, to feel their wet hotness against my own and to taste your sweetness. 

I know they hide and protect the true essence of your being. 

My mouth replaces my hands and I kiss your neck, small nibbles of wet kisses following the trails blazed by my hands. Every area kissed and sucked tenderly, slowly. 

This is a joy that should not be hurried, but should be prolonged for as long as the mind can endure. 

Such a stimulating and delicious journey around your neck and across and down your shoulders, lulling my mind with the calmness of the moment...no urgency...no haste. 

But even in this tranquil state, I am excited beyond words. 

I am where I want to be then, loving and kissing and caressing you...showing you my feelings without words, with only gentle touches and my hot breath covering you like a fog, as my mouth passes over you. 

My rough hands now move down you body and I brush your breasts, casually and innocently, almost accidentally, but assuredly on purpose and with an intent that you will soon realize. 

And my mouth continues it's happy work, seeking to cover and know all of you.

My mouth never tires of you, and aches to devour you, to eat you up and to savor you. 

My lips are open and wet as I move across your neck and to your ears, carefully kissing them, gently sucking your lobes and my tongue flicking lightly at your ear. No sloppy wet probing, but soft hints of kisses, teasing and offering more. 

And I breathe my hot breath on you and I tell you in whispers of my desire for you...How much I want you and need you. 

My words fill your ears and I can feel you tremble to know the passion I feel for you, but my words pale beside my true feelings for you. 

I could spend days searching through dictonaries, and I could never find the words adequate to even begin to make you know how I really feel. 

And I am left to show you. 

My heart races as I kiss your cheeks and then I face you for a moment. You can see my feelings in my eyes, with messages sent directly from my heart and soul. 

You have to know and feel my energy directed at you, my desires focused on you, my emotions given to you.

I lean forward and kiss your lips. I can feel your face pressed against mine and I feel you flow into me. 

My hands hold your face as we kiss. Still, lingering, meaningful kisses. Kisses that tell you all. Kisses that can never be misunderstood in their simplicity and purity. Kisses that tell you everything.

My arms wrap around you and I hold you tight, like I am afraid you will disappear or float away. 

I have needed to hold you like this for all of my life. Now I want this to last for the rest of my life. 

This is where I belong. Holding you and feeling your body fully against mine, our lips melded together, as we exchange our breaths and wet tastes.

My arms hold you tighter and yours wrap around my neck. Kissing, we feel each other and hear our sighs and moans....messages without words. 

Your breasts are full against my chest. Crushed under the force with which I hold you. Our kisses intensify and we hold tighter.

I want you so much. My mind is full of you. My eyes are blind to everything but yours. My ears hear only your breathing. 

I feel only my passion reflected back with your own. I am overwhelmed by you....overpowered by you.....captivated by you...fascinated by you... 

Time ceases. The world stops. 

My hands explore your back, moving slowly, again caressing and massaging, feeling your shape. Down to your waist...then further down to your buttocks...firm and tight and full. 

My hands are full as they measure and touch you, kneading and needing, and cupping your ass...pulling you to me tighter. So exciting...so sensuous this feeling. 

My mouth is hard against yours, open, wet, and sucking as our tongues probe and exchange pleasure. 

Our bodies are tight against each others. My rough hands feel your smooth ass, lifting you slightly in my urgent need for you.

But even as I am desperate to make love to you, I want our play to last longer. 

I raise back from you and take your hands and guide you to the bed. I place you near the side and I sit beside you. I slowly unfasten your blouse and you slip it off and set it aside. 

You roll onto your stomach as my hands again touch your shoulders. Working my fingers into your muscles I move across your back, kneading, and pressing. My fingers are in synronous motion as they ply your back. 

And when they have traveled across all of your shoulders and back, they return to the base of your neck. 

I place one palm down on your back and I slam my other fist hard against it, causing muted impacts into your muscles and flesh. 

I move my hands in steady repeating slamming and rubbing motions until I have covered your back again.

I begin a rapid chopping motion with the edges of my outstretched hands, alternating the impacts as I move across you, never slowing or stopping. 

Chop, chop, chop, my hands work on and on and on. 

I can feel your body relaxing beneath my hands. Your face is turned and your eyes are closed. I can hear soft contented sounds from your smiling mouth.

You are calm as I finish this first massage by gently rubbing in swirling patterns with my palms warming your skin and leaving a pale pink color. 

I unsnap your bra as you roll onto your back. I pull it away from your breasts which spill out onto your chest. 

They are beautiful, round, full, so inviting and exciting to me. Your nipples now stiffening in the air and from the excitement of me looking at them in the light. 

Your eyes are open wide as you wait for me to move.

Many thoughts race through my mind. Hundreds of generations of patterning from my ancestors causes me to want to take your breasts and touch them, fondling, kissing and sucking in urgent and immediate need. 

But I control myself yet, and I gently feel your nipples, running my fingers around your pink areola, and then touching the tip of your bud-like nipples. I cup your breasts in my hands and lift and hold them. 

Your breathing becomes deeper and your eyes watch my every move.

I release your breasts and move to your neck, up under your chin, slowly rubbing my thumbs up and over as my fingers massage your neck down to your shoulders. 

My hands press and caress you with all of my devotion to your pleasure, carefully pushing and pressing, working and kneading, massaging and caressing, giving you my gift of my care.

And my hands move slowly, working their way down until I tenderly stroke your breasts and move them from side to side slightly. 

Their firmness maintains their symetry and shape, but the mass causes them to sag a little as you lie there willing for me. 

Your white skin is almost dazzling to me. It is as pure as hard alabaster, yet as soft as the richest silk. I am full of wonder as I look at you. 

My heart wants to scream out loud, singing your praises and proclaiming your magnificence. 

You possess me with my desire for you. You own me because of my need for you. 

You bless me with your submission to my simple attempts to please you.

My hands work on your flesh, molding and forming your breasts to them. Your cherry-like nipples, hard from attention, stand up in beautiful contrast to your soft, pink, flat, aerola and creamy white breasts. 

You are a visual feast, a delicious banquet for me to enjoy.

I lean forward as you raise your head to me. We kiss deeply and passionately. You pull me down to you. 

I support my body with my knees as I straddle over you, kissing and pressing against you. 

My hands cup your breasts and I squeeze them. Your lips open and you welcome me to share your wet mouth. Kisses harder, hands fuller, bodies tighter, needs greater...

I reach back and touch your thigh. I can't wait any longer.

Your clothes under my hand bar me from touching your flesh, but that shield only provokes my desire and I reach back until I touch the hem of your skirt and slowly pull it to me. 

I crane my neck to look as your legs come into view from under your modest dress.

I move to lie beside you and slide your skirt up to your waist. Your bare upper body lies quivering as I expose your full legs and panties to me. 

Your legs are together and your panties pulled tight. I can easily see the crease between your labis just starting at the junction of your legs. 

I lean slightly forward and I can detect your scent, like some aural beacon sending homing messages to me.

I look back at your face and you look intently at me. I feel like I am in slow motion now as I carefully reach across your belly and gently touch you. 

Your lower belly is no longer taut as when you were a young girl. 

I lean down and kiss it with soft adoring kisses to let you know I love your body and all of its creases and imperfections, for you are nature's plan perfected. 

A goddess as designed by eons of selective choice...a soft machine of humanity...a perpetuation of ourselves.

And I respect you for that and I love you for that and I worship you for that. The realization of your role excites me more and I feel drawn to kiss your belly and to show you my desire for you. 

Your breasts are magnificent and so appealing. Your legs so sensual and your woman secret so sexual, but your belly now to me is the representation of womanhood/motherhood and I feel its powerful force flowing out and covering me. 

And I feel so warm and safe near you. I feel like resting my head on your belly and smiling in that contentment.

And as I lay my head down on you I touch your breasts again with my hands and I idly play with your nipples. 

My fingers pull at them and twist them gently. My mouth is wet as I kiss your belly and then creep up your body across your ribs and then soon my mouth joins my hands at your breasts. 

I kiss and suck your nipples and pull them up between my lips, eager to fill my mouth with your hot heavy breasts. 

I want to feel my mouth full of that flesh, and eager to mold the shape in my hands as I suck and kiss you.

You shift on the bed, your legs outstretched and slightly apart. I feel your body move and I turn my attention below. 

My hands move away, leaving my lips still sucking and my tongue licking and flicking at your breasts and nipples. My hands slowly caress their way down to your ribs, and then your waist and then to your panties. 

I slowly massage you through your silky fabric. The heel of my hand presses down against your mound rubbing slowly across you and then back in slow upward motion with my fingers cupping between your legs as I pull back.

I can feel your wetness through your panties. My hands linger there, in no hurry to leave this spot of moist heat and growing desire. 

I continue sucking your breasts as your hands hold my head tight to your bosom, clutching me to you as my hands begin to explore between your legs.

Your legs are opening more as my hand now rests between them, filled with your sweet vulva. My fingers curl under and press into you, pushing your labia apart. 

Your hot breath on my head urges me on and I push my fingers deeper into you. You raise your hips against me and I can feel how hot you are inside. My fingers slip deeper, pushing the silkiness in ahead of them. You are so wet. My fingers are covered by the wetness soaking thru your panties.

I lean up and move to the end of the bed. I rub against you slowly with my fingers. Your head is raised and you also watch as my fingers play with you. 

I slide one finger under your panty leg and feel your soft skin. It is hot and wet as I move toward your opening. I can feel you shivering and shaking as I touch you.

I take your panties in both hands. You lift up as I slide them off. Your wetness glistens in the light. 

I can see your beautiful pink slit ready for me. Your lips are dark and look slightly swollen as they hang apart. 

My heart races as I sit up and remove my clothes. 

You remove your remaining clothing. Our naked bodies touch and we kiss again. Our arms hold each other and our passion builds. 

Our slow exploration has now raised us to a level of excitement that has both of our bodies flushed. Our breaths are fast and almost gasping.

Our mouths press onto each others, in urgent, almost spastic desperation. Hands move across each other, fumbling, seeking, touching, feeling. 

All of our slow and planned loving has been pushed aside as we now move toward our immediate goal.

We both need my cock deep inside you.

You are on your back, one knee bent, as I kiss my way down your body from your lips to your neck. 

My hands fill with your breasts, squeezing them, pulling and flicking and rolling your nipples between my finger and thumb. 

My knee pushes between your leg against your wet crotch. Your hands guide my head and hold it against your breasts. Your lips beg me to suck harder. You push hard against my leg.

My lips trail down to your stomach, and I shift on the bed. My hand now between your legs, my mouth kissing wet and licking your chest and belly and now almost down to your waiting womanness. 

My hand rubs across your lips and then down between them and presses against your entire vulva, cupping as my fingers curl up. Touching you as I slide down until my face is near.

I continue my finger and hand play, as I blow my breath across you. My tongue flicks out and I lick across you and feel you shudder from my wet warm touch. 

You moan and sigh. I lick again. Your legs part a little more. My fingers now slip between your lips and trace their length, feeling the swollen tissue.

Your flaps open now and hanging slightly, dark in color, your wetness almost flowing out. My fingers pull them further apart, and I lean down and my lips press against them. 

My tongue flicks and then licks inside, lapping up your moisture. My lips close around your labia, sucking and stretching them tenderly, one at a time, and then I probe deep inside again with my tongue...little serpent-like flicks and stabs.

You writhe under my attention. 

Your legs are thrown apart and I lift them up and push them back, opening you up even more. I position myself between your legs, lying prone before you, my face against you. 

My hands move under your buttocks and I lift you up to my mouth. I kiss you deeply now, savoring your woman essence, filling my head with your scent. 

I am totally devoted now to your pleasure as I begin to suck and kiss your lips. 

My lips pull and suck your labia. My face pushes into you. My tongue laps and flicks and explores you. My lips pulls and sucks your clit and teases it until I feel it throbbing. My tongue plays against it, licking and circling and flicking.

My fingers massage and caress your vulva and rub against you as my lips and tongue love you.

You heave and roll and throw your hips up seeking more, and I am driven on by your sounds of pleasure and desire. 

I can feel you as you twitch and reach orgasms and then as you look for a calm moment to release that sensitive and untouchable time. 

I lay quiet there between your legs, watching as you melt away and level back down.

And then I kiss you softly and sit up. Your legs are relaxed and are stretched out lanquidly. I move up to you and rub my cock against you. 

You pull your legs back and I push forward, slowly entering you. Such a rich sensation, almost like eating too much chocolate. Such a heady and warm feeling deep in my stomach and my mind. 

I feel so much as I go deeper. It feels like it takes hours. And then we reach for each other, and we kiss continuously as we move together. 

Our bodies join. We are one being now, physically, emotionally and in our minds. We hold tight as we rock against each other. 

Thrusting into you as you push against me, our bodies are intent in their needs, and moving as one.

And we make love. Seconds become minutes. Minutes pass. 

We stay together, never wanting this to end.

Resting together and then rolling and thrashing together again, we both fall weak in each others arms. And still we stay together as if we are now one forever.

And we fall into that peaceful sleep that comes from love given and taken, and float away together.

Today I can feel that mellow feeling as if you are with me, and I want to kiss your sweet lips again. 

My heart is full of you, but my arms empty.

Touch



We are alone, in private. We have just arrived back from a wonderful, romantic dinner. Closing the door, I tell you to just stand in the middle of the room and close your eyes.

You wait as I take out a blindfold and place it over your eyes. "Just enjoy," I say.

My fingers caress, oh so softly, your face, your cheeks, your neck, lightly sliding down to where I can undo your top. I let it slide down your arms and off onto the floor. I kick it out of the way.

My fingers trace over your shoulders as I walk around you, behind you. I undo your bra and that too slides down your arms.

Now I take your hands and pull them behind you, gently, and tie them there so that you cannot interfere. I walk back around you, my fingers lightly running over your skin. I feel the softness at the top of your breasts, and then my fingers gently trail down (missing your nipples), down over your stomach, to your hips.

Your skirt is next, sliding down your legs to the floor, where it too is quietly kicked to the side. Your slip follows, then your panties. I am careful not to touch your pussy, just your hips as I do this.

You can feel my nearness, my breath on your legs, and knows that I can smell your arousal. I stand back up and take up a soft piece of silk. I let it play so softly over your face and neck, wrapping it around your head and slowly dragging it lower and lower. I want to awaken every nerve in your body. I let it flow over your nipples, finally touching them for the first time. As the silk falls around your hips, I let it tighten a bit, then down around your legs. I spread them a bit, exposing your dampness.

Then I take one of your feet and begin to massage it, touching harder for the first time. As you are concentrating on that, my tongue starts to lick your leg. I work my way back up yet again, but this time my tongue leads the way and my hands follow, massaging you. When I reach your head, I kiss and lick all around it (not your mouth, not yet, but your cheeks, your ears, the sides of your neck, the hollow of your throat).

I move behind you, still nuzzling your neck and my hands slide over your arms and onto your breasts. Finally I touch your nipples. They are hard and you push your chest into my hands. The moans you are making are so erotic! They have been the only sounds since I told you to enjoy, otherwise there is just an intimate silence, and the occasional soft sounds of skin on skin.

I slide around you and let my tongue trace its way down to your breast. As my hands move to your waist, my mouth finds one of your nipples and starts to suckle gently. My hands work behind you and caress your buttocks as I play on your nipple with my tongue.

Your moans are louder now, and you are having trouble standing still. My tongue once again begins to slide over your skin, down between your breasts, to your navel. It traces around, then thrusts into it once, hard, before continuing on down towards your waiting, needy sex.

I pause with my face before you, so close you can feel the heat of me on your thighs, feel my breath warming your already hot pubis. I stay there and smell you, enjoying the heady aroma, but I have to keep pulling back as your hips arc forward to try to get satisfaction. I do not want to touch you yet, not there, just enjoy the sight and the smell and your obvious need.

I wait a while longer to keep the tension going.

I finally decide the time is right and let my head fall forward. My tongue reaches out and strokes your soft folds, I lick up and down your sex without entering inside, loving your taste, and loving the desperate moans I can hear.

I bring my hands forward and slowly, gently, open your secret place, so wet, so warm, so silky. I see your clit, hard and ready and I flick it with my tongue. Your pussy is wide open, all of it is there for me to see. I rub your clit with my nose as my tongue slides so easily towards that special opening. I lick the soft silky skin, savoring the tastes, pushing slowly deeper.

However, it has become almost impossible for you to stay standing, your knees are starting to buckle, so I stand up and lead you to the bed. There, I lay you down gently on your back, careful of your bound arms. Your hips are at the edge of the bed, your legs hanging over. I spread them, kneel between them, and open you up again so I can continue my explorations.

My face buries itself once again in your sex; my tongue slides back in as my hands open you up like a flower. I suck on you, lick you, thrust my tongue as far as it will go inside your precious body, then I move up a bit and start to suck and nibble on your clit.

My fingers slide inward and I gently insert a finger in to your vagina. One finger, two, so nice and warm in there! My fingers reach in and up, exploring the folds of skin inside you against your pubic bone. A third finger slides in, and now they go deeper, exploring your depths, filling you.

I am nibbling on your clit and filling your pussy with my fingers, your juices are really flowing, running down from your pussy. My other hand slides between your cheeks and I get a finger slick with your moisture. It traces down and finds your tight little ass. I hear your gasp, and I push it quickly inside.

Now you are so very full! I can feel the fingers in your pussy through the thin wall separating them from my other hand. It is getting hard to stay in place as your hips bounce on the bed. I start to pump my fingers in and out of both your pussy and your ass. Filling you, then leaving you feeling empty. Slowly at first, but building in tempo with each repetition. My mouth is on your clit sucking, nibbling, my tongue passing over it. As the pace increases, I even bite down on your hard clit and feel you jerk in surprise and pleasure/pain.

It is time! I start to really lick and nibble your clit as my fingers pump in and out of you. Faster still, and deeper I go. It gets hard to breathe, but I keep going, I can feel your approaching orgasm. I am going as hard as I can, but you haven't quite gotten there. Your frustration is obvious; you are getting quite noisy! 

This continues for what seems to you an eternity. Perched just below your climax, you writhe and buck, trying to get it to come, but always just falling short as I pull back just enough to keep it at bay. You will come, but in my timing!

And then, I decide the time is right. I don't pull back this time and it comes, and you come, and come...

But I don't stop yet, even as you come. I keep licking and fingering you, to prolong the moment, making your orgasm even harder. Your body spasms again and again. I hear you say stop, but I don't, not yet. Your legs clamp onto my head and you finally shriek, and I stop. But I stay there between your legs, gently licking as you come down.

After a few minutes, when you are calm again (well, relatively calm) I get up and untie your hands and remove the blindfold. 

And that is when it dawns on you...you have just had an incredible sexual experience, with a man who is still fully clothed! 



Touch



Lindsey watched the huge, peach colored mining machine as it dredged deeply into the dry soil. The machine wasn't really peach colored; it was reflective silver, like almost everything else on this god-forsaken world. But the sulfurous clouds turned the light reaching the surface to a washed out peach tone. She reached out slowly, placing her gloved hand on the super heated metal. It was hard, unyielding, but it didn't satisfy her. Lindsey longed to touch something. Someone. Anything. Anyone. She could barely fight the impulse now to remove her gloves. 

"Venusian" she told herself. 

She returned her hands and attention to the control panel and spent the rest of her shift fighting the insane desire to feel something on her skin. When Harks showed up to take over, she trudged heavily back towards the shelter, the nano-servos in her environmental suit protesting against the massive atmospheric pressure and gravity. 

She paused, fighting down the urge to just remove her helmet and feel the heat on her skin.

"Venusian" she said again, shaking her head.

She wasn't actually on Venus, but Flavian IV was close enough. The atmosphere was composed of carbon dioxide and sulfuric acid, the temperature somewhere around 490 degrees Celsius. The atmospheric pressure was insane, and the gravity made her frail body weigh nearly ninety times more than the 100 pounds she weighed. If her enviro-suit failed, she would be dead in an instant, either crushed by the weight or burned to a cinder by the heat. She knew that, but the desire to remove it was still strong, and growing stronger every cycle.

Her affliction was a little understood, but heavily studied and documented psychosis. It was first reported in the penal colony on Venus, and thus the name. Depending on a person's makeup, it could manifest itself in weeks, months, years, or not at all. Life in an enviro-suit wasn't that bad, but for some people, the need to feel, to touch, simply became irrepressible. 

The usual victims were lifers. Those poor souls condemned to life on the planet, their sentences of hard labor far crueler than death. They wore the black suits, fibrous carbon exoskeletons without seals. Encased in them, they would never be removed; a lifer would go to his grave, already ensconced in his coffin. Living in your own coffin was one of the more macabre aspects of Terran Authority justice.

Lindsey wasn't a lifer; her silver suit was no different from those worn by the contract miners and officials. It could be removed and that was a particularly hellish punishment for someone going Venusian. A lifer could lose it, but couldn't do anything about it. She could, and a lot of prisoners who weren't lifers never left Flavian, simply because they could get out. The authorities took that into account as well, often giving the worst criminals silver suits and just waiting. Political prisoners, those with longstanding but unproven ties to organized crime, the odd soldier or administrator who had seen too much, these were the ones given long sentences and silver suits. More often than not, they would help the Authority out by making embarrassments just go away.

The shelter was a large ceramite blockhouse, with no partitions, no furniture and no windows. Its only real shelter was from the wan peachy light of the surface. Fifty souls inhabited this one, most were even more over crowded. Floor space was at a premium and the lowest of the low usually ended up sleeping standing up. Fights were frequent. Improvised weapons, usually spanners or machine parts with sharpened ends were the weapons of choice. It only took a tiny breech in a suit to mark the end of an opponent. 

Lindsey found some floor space against one wall and sat down. The wall was hard against her back, but she couldn't really feel it. She again fought the desire to remove her suit, arguing with herself that she wouldn't feel it even if she did; she'd be dead before she could lean back.

Even then, her hand was fumbling with the catch on her glove when a grip like steel clamped onto her wrist and jerked it away. She looked up into a blast shield. Another of the dehumanizing features of penal servitude. Everyone's face was shielded. You could see out, of course, to repay your debt to society by mining on this hell world, but you never saw another face, or even your own reflection, just a blank, peachy faceplate.

The figure that held her wrist in a vice-like grip wore a silver suit as well. Lindsey noticed the catches on the wrists had been broken off. It was against the rules, but those who really wanted to live through their time often jammed the small catches into moving machinery, mangling them so badly they couldn't be opened without a torch. 

At the end of their sentence, they would be heavily fined for it, and considering the pittance they were "paid' for their labor, that usually meant being turned back out into society with nothing. The tall figure opened the com box on its shoulder and extended a cord and plugged it into Lindsey's box. 

"Don't do it," a mechanical voice flatly admonished.

"I didn't mean to," Lindsey whined.

"Break 'em, kid. On your next shift."

"I've only got five more cycles."

"You won't make it. Not if you are doing it unconsciously now. Break 'em."

"If I do that, I'll be right back in here inside of a month."

"If you don't, you'll be here a lot longer."

"I can hack it," she said without conviction.

A sound then, something she hadn't heard in so long it took a moment to register. Laughter? The voice boxes were designed to give and receive orders. They were calibrated to simply convey an electronic voice, no emotion, nothing human. 

"What's your name, kid?"

"Lindsey, yours?"

"Simmons. Five cycles huh?" 

"Four, after this one."

"All right, kid, tell you what. I'll watch over you. Find me before you knock off and I'll keep an eye on you till you're sprung."

"How can I find you? Everyone looks the same."

"Just come here. This is my corner; no one will fuck with me over it. The last one who did had an accident."

Lindsey shivered. Like any prison colony there was a hierarchy, and those who could arrange accidents for their enemies were usually near the top. It was usually the lifers who ran things - they had nothing to loose. If this person was powerful enough to stake out a corner in the blockhouse, he was dangerous. Definitely not to be trusted, but then again, what did she have to lose?

"All right. Thank you."

"Think nothing of it, kid, just doing my part to stick it to the man. Everyone who walks away from here is a victory for us."

"You're a political prisoner then?"

Again that sound. How anyone could laugh here was beyond her.

"Free Worlder, you?" the voice replied.

"Unregistered, soliciting, which I wasn't, and resisting a Terran Authority officer."

"No shit? You're a girl? Some petty party official trying to get in your pants?"

"Not mine. My sister's. I was just leverage."

"Sorry to hear it. Can't believe your own flesh and blood let you get sent to hell rather than give up the pussy."

"She gave it up. I got sent anyway. No witnesses."

"Sons a bitches."

"Yeah."

For the next three hours, Lindsey answered questions about herself. She was tired and scared, and talking seemed to lessen the hopelessness and give her some strange kind of release. Simmons said almost nothing about himself, not even where he was from. It didn't really matter. Eventually, Lindsey began to stumble over words as sheer exhaustion started to over take her. 

"Go to sleep, kid."

Lindsey did, falling asleep almost instantly. It was the first time in seven hundred cycles she slept deeply, unafraid. 





Touch



"Sounds awful."

"It is. Meant to be. With that as a possible sentence, most anyone will cop a plea rather than take a chance on an unforgiving jury. I did."

"The more I see, the less I think of the Authority."

He laughed then. A deep, booming and obviously mirth filled laughter that was infectious.

"That sounds like Simmons talking."

"You seem to know her well?"

"Fifth tour for her. She can't stay out of trouble."

"She seemed so nice."

"Nice?" he said quizzically.

He looked at her carefully, as if sizing her up. Lindsey felt like she had said something stupid, but she wasn't sure why.

"Over half the people you served with are nice, in the right situation. There are a few nasty ones, but the majority are like you, wrong place, wrong time offenders. Simmons is a professional victim. She can't resist a demonstration and once she gets started, people just naturally follow her. She would have been great in the military, natural leader and all that. Now, she's always rounded up as one of the "ringleaders" of these things and gets a short term for her troubles."

"Why does she do it?"

"Got nothing else, I guess. I wish she would find a good woman and settle down. One of these days, she isn't going to make it back from the surface. Or she'll get the repeat offender tag and end up in a black suit."

"Pardon me, did you say a good woman?"

"Yeah, Simmons is a dyed in the wool lezzie. I figured you knew?"

"No, I had no idea," Lindsey replied.

The big man colored, and suddenly he seemed much more like any guy she had known at school. Embarrassed by his assumption, he seemed quite at a loss. Rather than hurt her impression of him, it made him seem that much more likeable and human.

"I guess it does explain why she might have taken a liking to me," Lindsey ventured, when the silence became awkward.

"Nah. She would have helped you one way or the other. That's her way. It's just that you're very pretty and seem really sweet. I guess I was hoping more than thinking. Sorry."

"You really care about her don't you?"

"Me? Yeah, I care. If things were different...but they are what they are." 

"I'm sorry," Lindsey said, impulsively taking his hand.

"Not your fault," he laughed, "My own for falling for her. She's just the kind of woman that gets to you, you know? I mean, even if we never got physical, I'd still be happy with her. But I think maybe my emotions are a little mixed. She's a great friend, and I do my best to keep that in mind. Since nothing else is possible."

"But you still hope, don't you?"

"Yeah, sometimes. Honestly, though, I really would be happy if she found someone good for her. It's hell on me, every time she shows up. I worry about her the whole time she's down there in hell."

"Can I ask a question?"

"Sure."

"She obviously means a lot to you. What makes you think I'd be the right woman for her?"

He sat for along time, staring off into space. Lindsey was hesitant to say anything, his face looked so pensive and his whole demeanor was that of someone far, far away. "Jen's a wonder, really. She really cares, about others, I mean. Not just in a vague sense, either. She empathizes with them, really feels their pain or revels in their joy. She's strong, tough, but underneath, she's really very sensitive and loving. She's had a few girlfriends, but it never works out. She always picks women like herself, passionate about others and willing to stand up for it. Problem is, they are both more passionate about "the masses" than they are about each other."

"I'm nothing like that," Lindsey volunteered.

"I know. I read your file, checked with your guards. You're naïve, and I've seen nothing to indicate you're an activist, but you're seriously planning to go kill someone. There's strength in you. There's also sensitivity and sweetness. You're a cause Jen could take up, one where she wouldn't have to be putting herself in harm's way all the time. Someone of her own, to love and protect, rather than taking in all society. I just think she could love you and settle down with you."

"You're a romantic," Lindsey said, but without rancor.

"Tarnished romantic, yeah, that's me. Sorry for burdening you with all this. Not your problem. I'd still advise you not to take the path of revenge. It's never what you think it will be," he said, rising as he spoke.

"Leaving?"

"Yeah, my shift goes down in an hour. Be good. Oh, how much did they give you?"

"Twenty seven hundred."

The big man reached into his jumper pocket and pulled out a handful of small red discs, which he tossed on the table.

Lindsey had never seen one, but she knew what she was looking at as he smiled and made his way out. She picked one up and examined it curiously. Everything was electronic now, people rarely handled real money. Lindsey had heard that on the outer rim, the military still paid off in them and people still used them, but she had never really believed that. It was almost too...primitive, yet here she was, holding a real five hundred credit piece. In that one gesture, Cahill had tripled the money she had to spend. He was a strange man, but one she decided she liked a lot. 

And Simmons? Jen, he had called her. Lindsey wondered if that was short for Jennifer or Jenny. She was intriguing. An enigma. 





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Simmons nodded and closed her eyes, relaxing back into the bed, her head sinking into the pillows. Lindsey, somewhat regretfully, drew back from the intriguing breast and concentrated on Jen's arms and shoulders. She varied pressure, from soft, fleeting caresses to deeper massaging, occasionally dragging her hair or lips over an area if she got a strong reaction to her fingers. Sweat beaded on Jen's forehead, and she was unconsciously chewing her lower lip. If sexy could ever be encapsulated in an expression, Lindsey was sure that was it.

Lindsey hesitated, screwed up her courage and leaned in close, letting her hair brush the nape of Jen's neck and gently kissed her lips. Jen's lips parted and Lindsey ran her tongue along them, savoring the softness of them. As the kiss deepened the young woman traced her fingers down, skirting the small domes of her partner's breasts and lightly scraping over her ribs to her hip. 

Jen moaned into her mouth, which was unexpected. It was also arousing, and she felt her own body beginning to come to life. She could feel her heartbeat rising and the tightness in her chest. She felt her skin prickling, her nipples hardening and her pussy beginning to lubricate. None of these sensations were new, but they seemed to have a greater importance than they had in her previous experiences. In some ways, everything about this was new and exciting, she mused.

Simmons was still weak, but her tongue was alive and active, pushing against Lindsey's and exploring her mouth. It would have been very easy to just give in and let the more experience woman take charge, but Lindsey resisted the temptation. She decided she wanted to win back the initiative, so she flattened her hand and moved it over Jen's thigh and down the inside of it, towards her knee. The blonde started and shuddered as Lindsey's hand moved over her skin.

Lindsey broke the kiss, and worked her way down Simmons's body, raining soft kisses on her chin, neck and chest. The blonde bit back cries of pleasure, doing her best not to alert the nurses that anything was amiss, but as Lindsey began to kiss and caress her breasts, the noises became louder. 

"Shhh," Lindsey admonished.

"I'm trying, but...my god, you have no idea how that feels!"

Lindsey lowered her head and began to kiss and lick along the inside of Jen's breasts, working through the valley and up the slopes, until she eventually captured a nipple in her mouth. Lindsey sucked gently and teased the stiff nipple with her tongue. Jen sighed happily and was obviously enjoying it, but Lindsey noticed something incongruous. The blonde had responded much more strongly to stimulation of her arms than she was to stimulation of her nipple. Realizing that the stimulation of her skin transcended mere sexual gratification, Lindsey stood and removed her simple dress. She was naked beneath it and as Jen watched, Lindsey climbed into the bed, settling on top of the supine woman's body. 

She began to slide her body along Jen's, rising to her knees, then pushing back, until she was pressed tightly to Jen. The blonde gasped, groaned, and eventually began to cry. When Lindsey noticed she stopped.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes. I'm fine. I'm....I'm sorry, I just can't stop them."

"Are you upset?"

"No! Not at all. I'm just so glad you came. I feel...alive again, connected...I guess I'm not making any sense at all, am I?" she said with a small frown.

"No, you're making perfect sense. All I wanted, when I got out, was human contact. I...hoped this would be what you needed."

"It is," Jen said, wrapping her arms around Lindsey and hugging her tightly.

"I'm glad, because I really didn't know what to do next," Lindsey admitted.

"Well, I'll be fine if you just stay the night with me."

"I thought I would be fine with that, but I find I want to..." she replied, her voice trailing off.

"Get it on?" Jen asked with a crooked grin.

Lindsey just blushed and nodded. Jen smiled, and gently caressed her cheek.

"Well, I'm up for anything, what would you like to try?"

"I don't know. Anything? Everything? This just isn't going like I had imagined it would."

"What did you imagine?"

"I don't know. It was just...easy?"

Jen laughed again and looked deeply into Lindsey's eyes. The smaller girl saw amusement in those eyes, but it was the gentle kind, neither derisive nor condescending.

"What do you really want, kiddo?"

The question caught her off guard. She realized she had really tried to fit Jen into a stereotype. She realized, too, this woman was like no other person she had ever met. There was no façade through which she would have to fight to find the real person. Jen wore her emotions on her sleeve, and apparently felt no need to hide her real self away. Lindsey only wished she had that much confidence. Jen's confidence, however, gave her courage, and so she spoke plainly of what she hoped for, without the reservation she usually kept.

"I want someone to need me. To love me, and protect me, and to build something with me. I want a quiet life, with simple pleasures and without strife. I want to live the years I have left and share them with someone. Someone I can love, and who loves me back."

Jen seemed taken aback, but her smile remained.

"Tall order. And here I was thinking you just wanted some pussy."

Lindsey had to laugh, as the words were so obviously meant to get a laugh. 

"You asked what I wanted, not what I would settle for," she said, matching the tone Jen had used. . Jens face turned serious then. Lindsey felt herself blush, but didn't turn away as Jen's eyes searched hers.

"I'd like to give you a lot more. I'm getting too old for this. This last time, it started before I even had the suit on. If I go back, I'll probably find a way, even if I break the catches on the shuttle down. But I can't offer you picket fences and flowers. I've got nothing to offer, except myself."

"I've got some money. Not a fortune, but easily enough for us to find a quiet place on some backwater world."

"Like horses?"

"I've never seen a real one, why?"

"There's a little world called Grable's world. All they do there is raise food. Lots of agriculture. Lots of cattle. I hid out there for a year. It's peaceful and provincial, and you never see a TA officer. Lots of cheap land, and with a few thousand to put in up front, we could probably make it raising horses for the local cowboys."

"I didn't even know people still used horses," Lindsey said in wonder.

"Sure they do. More than they use VTOLs and trucks. It's just a matter of finding the right place and the right woman."

"I'm not sure if I'm the right woman, but I'd be willing to try it."

"You're the right one."

"I'm glad you're sure."

"I am. I've been thinking of you ever since you left. Just never expected you to come back for me," Jen said quietly.

"I took the long road," she said ruefully.

"We all do honey. We all do."

"So now what?" Lindsey asked, to hide her embarrassment.

"Well, comes back to what you want. I'm easy, just the feeling of your skin on mine is beyond anything I could have hoped for."

"I'd like to make you feel good. I guess I should tell you some things though..."

Jen placed a finger on her lips, and Lindsey fell silent.

"You've done some things you aren't proud of. So have I. I don't need to know what they are. In your own time, you'll tell me. In my own time, I'll tell you. Right now, I just want to feel you and make love to you. You seem lost, so just do as I tell you. We'll work it all out later."

"You always seem to know just what to say," Lindsey observed. "No, too many times I haven't known what to say. There were times saying "I love you" would have made a difference, but I've never been able to say it," Jen said in a solemn voice.

"Too deep for me," Lindsey joked.

"Me too. Too full of myself. Let's lighten this up," she said with a self-depreciating smile.

Impulsively, Lindsey kissed her. Their tongues pushed and slid against each other, and the heavy mood seemed to abate. Lindsey well knew she would have to come back to it, as did Jen, but for the time being, they both let the deeper things go and just enjoyed the physical closeness. Lindsey poured herself into that kiss, all of her hopes and fears and energy. Her very being.

"Wow," Jen said when the kiss broke. 

"Okay, so now what?" Lindsey asked.

"Well, It's a little advanced, but I'm not going to be happy if you're just giving and I get the feeling you won't be happy if it was just me doing the giving. Sound about right?"

"I'm with you so far," Lindsey replied, lowering her head to Jen's breasts and sucking gently on her nipple.

"Hey! Cut that out."

"I can listen and do this," Lindsey said with a grin.

"Yeah, but I can't think when you're doing that, much less talk."

"Oh, all right," she replied melodramatically.

Jen laughed and stroked Lindsey's cheek.

"I need you to turn around, put your knees on the pillows."

"Sixty-nine?"

"Yeah. I thought you had never been with a woman?"

"Sixty-nine isn't ladies only," Lindsey said, as she maneuvered her body into position.

"Maybe not, but I promise you'll never think of it the same way," Jen replied.

As her body settled on Jen's the blonde spread her legs as widely as the hospital bed would allow. Lindsey gasped when she felt Jen's hands gently pry her lips apart. At the first searing contact of her velvety soft tongue, the petite girl jumped. Jen seemed to take no notice, her agile tongue gently, but maddeningly teasing. As the sensation flowed, Lindsey moaned softly. She could tell Jen knew what she was doing to a much greater degree than any of her previous partners.

Not wishing to be left behind, she curled her arms around Jen's thighs and used her fingertips to gently open her lover's sex. Jen's pussy was plump, with delicate pink lips that felt like velvet and was a slightly darker shade of pink inside. Lindsey could smell Jen's arousal, a clean but strong musk. She could see the gathered cream, which gave a pearly luster to Jen's inner folds.

Lindsey wrinkled her nose, and then closed her eyes and started to lap at Jen's sex. At first, there was little flavor as her tongue was simply grazing the slick flesh. As she deepened her strokes and increased the pressure, she began to taste Jen's nectar. It was thick, more a texture than a flavor, and far less overpowering than a man. Lindsey gave up on trying to define it; she just relaxed and started to bear down where her attentions provoked the most response from her lover. 

Before long, she had to really concentrate just to keep going. Jen's tongue was producing the most outrageous pleasure, concentrating on her clitoral area with feathery soft flicks. When the older woman slowly introduced a finger into Lindsey's passage it was all she could do to keep from crying out.

Jen sawed it in and out very slowly, providing a severe contrast to the maddeningly swift and fleeting caress of her tongue. Lindsey redoubled her efforts, zeroing in on Jen's clit, which was now exposed. Both were moaning and shuddering as their separate orgasms built. 

Jen came first, her body going rigid and then shuddering. Lindsey had never felt such delicious writhing beneath her. It was doubly wonderful, because she knew she had brought Jen this pleasure. She was responsible for it. She had brought pleasure to others before, but never had it meant so much.

She had very little time to marvel at this, because her own body convulsed even as Jen's orgasm faded. Thick, heady blasts of pure bliss radiated outward from her pussy, suffusing her body and inundating her mind. She felt like a swimmer fighting a rip tide. The pulses came, one upon the other, and with each her sense of self seemed to diminish, drowning in an overall euphoria that was both comfortable and exciting at once. 

When she became aware of her surroundings again, Jen was still giving her pleasure and she found she was still doing the same. For a long, timeless period, they continued, as if each was wholly devoted to driving the other to the very brink of sanity. Her orgasms came and went, enjoyed fully, but in a strange way almost unnoticed. Much like the sips of wine during a fine meal, they were neither essential nor frivolous, but simply an integral part of the overall experience.

Jen gave out first, having expended all of her meager reserves of stamina. Lindsey ruefully stopped, reversed herself and curled up in Jen's arms. They both slept soundly until an irate nurse found them, and shooed Lindsey out with a finger wagging lecture.





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It was an appropriately dreary day for a funeral. The sky was an angry looking dark grey that had opened up with an irritatingly pervasive drizzle several hours before. The rain was cold and constant and driving me crazy. I hate being cold and wet.

I had sat through the entire overlong funeral in the church and now I was standing outside by the caskets as they were being lowered into the ground getting soaked through the green wool coat of my Class A's. 

I would have preferred not to be wearing a uniform I wouldn't have the right to put on in a few months but I just didn't have anything else. 

So now I was stuck in the damn thing, which had been too small for me for years. I should have bought a new one years ago, but I wasn't about to pony up the money when it wouldn't last me long enough to be worth it.

As if the monkey suit wasn't bad enough, the damn black beret on my head was like a dead animal festering on top of me. 

It hadn't fit me from the day they issued it to me but once again I refused to replace it, cheap though it might have been. I was acutely aware of how much it resembled a pizza hat as it soaked up enough water to make it sticky and heavy on my head.

Oddly enough, the shoes were too big rather than too small. They constantly rubbed me as I walked and I had to modify my stride to prevent them from slipping off and leaving me walking through the mud in dress socks. 

I hated that damn uniform and had been very pleased with the thought that I'd never have to wear it again when I got out of the Army. So much for that.

I suppose it might seem a touch self involved, or possibly insulting, to be thinking about what I was wearing while watching both of my parents being buried. Maybe it was, but I had to think about something. 

I certainly wasn't going to be glowering at everything that moved like my brother. He looked ready to chew rocks, but I couldn't really see why. Sure our parents had just died, but what was there to be so pissed off about?

My brother is two years older than me and was wearing a nearly identical uniform to mine. We were even the same rank, though that didn't really bother either of us anymore. 

At one time I would have been proud to have caught up to him but I'd left crap like that behind years ago. The simple fact of the matter is the National Guard promotes slow and I had spent four years in the active Army while he was a pure Guardsman. That was the reason we were both Staff Sergeants, not my amazing aptitude or any shit like that.

For what must have been the millionth time that day I forced down the urge to put my hands in my pockets. I had the black dress gloves on; courtesy of my brother since I hadn't been able to find the ones I'd been issued. He wore a pair as well. I guess he was a bit tighter with the things he was issued than I was. 

Regardless, the damn things were worthless against the rain and completely soaked through. It felt like I was wearing ice mittens. There was plenty of irony to go around that day, but most obvious to me was Brian's inexplicable rage. 

Of the three children in our family, I was best known for my temper and simmering anger. Brian had used that against me when we were kids and had always displayed a more reserved temperament. It was definitely going against type that he was pissed off and I was calm. Death can affect people in weird ways I guess.

I shifted uncomfortably where I was standing and glanced over at the third of my parent's children. Kerry was my much younger sister, though she wasn't the little girl I tended to think of her as. She was all grown up now, or so she thought. 

She was a college freshman nearly finished with her first year. It would be somewhere around a month until she had her finals. At that particular moment I was fairly certain that her school work was the furthest thing from her mind.

Kerry looked miserable, maybe more miserable than anyone else at the funeral. I suppose she had a right to be since it had been her parents that died. 

Of course she was a girl so it was expected that she would be a teary mess and she didn't disappoint. She hadn't stopped crying since the beginning of the funeral inside the church and maybe even before that. I hadn't realized it was possible to cry for so long.

It didn't help that she was soaked to the bone too. She wore a long overcoat that covered her black dress but seemed incapable of stopping the insistent rain. 

Her hands were up by her face, as they had been for far too long, and her curly long brown hair was plastered to her head and heavy with moisture. I wondered briefly if it had been foresight or indifference that had stopped her from putting on mascara.

I turned back to the priest as he droned on. I didn't hear a word he said but I wasn't exactly trying to pick up on it anyway. Funerals had never been my favorite experience. I know shocking isn't it? 

I'd been to a few and it always struck me as overlong and unnecessarily weepy. Sure it's sad when someone dies but shit why do you have to gorge yourself on it? 

I'm not a very emotional guy but even at the funerals I'd attended for people I barely knew I was more moved than I would have liked. I chalk it up to the use of sad music and constant reminders of how sad death is. But I guess that's the whole point of a funeral isn't it?

At some point the old man in the robes finished with whatever it was he was saying and they got on with it. No one threw themselves on the casket or dropped dirt on it or any melodramatic shit like that. 

We all just watched as they were lowered into their slowly filling puddles. Side by side plots had cost an assload, but I guess it was worth it. My brother and sister certainly seemed to think so. Watching my two parents going into the ground next to each other almost made me agree.

Once the two caskets were in their final resting place there was an odd few moments where no one seemed to know what to do. We all just sort of milled about as if afraid leaving would be insulting before I finally took the initiative and turned away. I think it was appropriate that I was the first to leave, but maybe I'm reading too much into it.

I was sitting in my father's car waiting for Kerry to come back from the grave sight so we could leave. Sure I could have gone to get her but it would have meant I'd end up waiting beside her in the rain as she just stood there and stared at the ground they'd gone into. I wasn't too keen on hanging out in the rain when I didn't have to.

I didn't have any music on the radio and I didn't have much going through my head either. I just sat there and stared out the passenger window up the hill where my sister remained standing alone. A thought I hadn't had in almost a week flitted through my head again and I pushed it down. Now is definitely not the right time for that shit.

I felt like I could stare at her back all day. That's not entirely accurate; it's more like I could stare at anything all day. I guess I was still stunned. My mind was uncharacteristically blank and had been for far too long. 

Truth be told there was a lot I needed to be thinking about. Our parents' death had left us with a few things to take care of and a few problems that didn't have easy solutions. None of them was pressing enough to require immediate action but still they were pretty big. Too bad I had no room in my mind for them.

Kerry finally started to make her way down the hill toward me. Brian had left with his family nearly thirty minutes ago and I had been waiting in the car at least fifteen minutes longer than that but she didn't seem to notice. She looked hollow as she pulled open the door and sort of melted into the seat beside me. 

Silence enveloped us in a way that was entirely different from the silence I'd already been sitting in. Her sadness was like a weight that pushed down on me to the point that I felt a pressure in my ears as if I was underwater at a great depth. 

I wondered if it was wrong of me to feel so little in comparison to how my sister was reacting as I put the car in gear and drove away from the cemetery.

Silence was a way of life for the next three days as Kerry and I moved like ghosts through our parent's house. I wouldn't have stayed there if it could be avoided but I really didn't have much choice. I had been back from Iraq for all of three weeks at that point and I didn't have anywhere else to stay. 

More irony I suppose, the way my parents died so soon after I finished with my last deployment. I had spent a year in a shithole being shot at by people who by any standard deserved to live there and had come out of it untouched. Just like the previous two deployments. Less than two weeks after I got back to the real world my parents were the ones who died. As if they had been the ones in danger the whole time.

I was the one to finally break the silence my sister and I had been living in. We were sitting at the dinner table having breakfast, big bowls of cereal for both of us and coffee for her, when I looked up at her and said "You're gonna have to go back to school soon."

Kerry just sort of blinked at me for a moment before taking a sip of her steaming hot coffee.

"Finals are coming up and you've got to go back to get ready for them." It wasn't riveting conversation and in fact it was one way, but at least someone was saying something. She just kept eating as if I hadn't said anything.

"Come on Kerry enough of the silent bullshit. I know you're pretty broken up right now but you have to start thinking about the real world again."

"What makes you think I'm not?" She finally spoke. It didn't even matter to me that she was challenging my assertion as long as she had found her voice.

"Well I guess nothing." It was a lame excuse for an explanation but it was something to keep her talking, or so I hoped.

"Good," was all she said back before falling back into her silence. I sighed a bit then, exasperated with my inability to get things going. It was several long minutes before I found something else to say.

"So are you gonna go back to school soon or what?"

"No." Again with the one word answer. I rolled my eyes before I could stop it but she didn't notice. It was all I could do to keep from chewing my lip in frustration.

"Why not?"

"Because." I was really starting to get irritated with her now.

"Because is not an answer," I shot back in a tone that made my frustration known. She just looked at me blankly and sipped her damn coffee.

"When are you going back?"

"I don't know. Maybe never."

"Christ Kerry! You aren't dropping out of college."

"I will if I want to." She sounded so fucking calm it was disgusting. I wanted to wring her neck. No, I wanted to slap her. No, I wanted to fuck her. Shit, there it was again.

"Kerry you love college, why the fuck would you want to drop out?" I could hear a desperate and angry tone in my voice as I asked that and hoped she wasn't too affected by it.

"I don't think I could just go back to being that girl. Not after all this." If she noticed my tone it hadn't affected her at all. I would have preferred too much affect.

"Being what girl?" It took effort not to shout at her and I was starting to think maybe I was being a tad too emotional.

"You know, the girl I was before."

"No I don't know. What were you before?"

"A girl," she answered simply. I could swear she was smirking a bit at that, as if pleased she had out maneuvered me with words. It was a rare occurrence for her so I guess she had a right to be pleased. That didn't make me any less pissed off at her for it.

"Kerry what the fuck are you talking about?" I was on the verge of shouting now and still she didn't react.

"You know what I mean," she said clearly knowing I had no idea what she meant.

"Stop fucking with me! I don't know what you mean and you know it!" I stood up and nearly knocked over my chair as I growled at her. 

I was loosing control and had no idea why. Too late I realized that the emotion I hadn't felt for the past week was suddenly upon me. It was all I could do to hold back tears. Tears for Christ sake! I don't cry.

"Does that piss you off Jay?" She asked with a sudden thickening of emotion in her voice. 

"Does it make you want to scream at me? Huh? Do you want to break something, to hit something? Huh?"

"Fuck you Kerry!" It wasn't much of a response but it was taking all of my focus to keep from lashing out at whatever was at hand.

"How does it feel Jay? How does it feel to finally feel something huh?" I balled my hands into fists as I stared at her with my vision turning red. 

She had done this on purpose. She'd pissed me off to get me to react because she knew I was always ready to be angry. She was trying to help me. Goddamn it she was trying to help me!

"Do it Jay! Loose it and break something. Hit me if you have to I don't care, just do something." 

I was at a crossroads and my choices were to either explode with anger and attack her or collapse back on my seat and cry. Neither seemed like a very good choice but I'd rather emasculate myself than hurt my sister. I sat back down with a thump and started to sob like a newborn.

"It feels good to cry doesn't it," she said in a soft voice as I felt her arms encircling me. I hadn't even noticed that she'd gotten up and walked around the table to sit beside me. I held her as she held me and was absorbed in the comforting feel of her supporting me.

This was something I had never allowed anyone to do for me, something I wouldn't have admitted I needed no matter what sort of torture I was put to. It was embarrassing to me that I couldn't handle my emotions, like some sort of personal failure. 

It should have been made worse by the fact that it was Kerry that saw my breakdown but for some reason it wasn't. If anything I was comforted by that fact.

We held each other and cried together for far too long. It was exhausting and thoroughly draining but at the same time it was true liberation. I was suffused with the very essence of maybe the only person I really cared about as she held me.

I could smell Irish Spring on her skin, fresh from her morning shower, and the soft fruity scent of her shampoo. There was something else, something deeper and more subtle that I could smell too. It was the smell of her, not her cleaning products or her breakfast, just of her. I drew it into me and reveled in it.

The feel of her curly hair against my face was comforting as well, all silky soft as it caressed my nose. I wanted to stay like that forever with her hair brushing my face like fresh sheets thrown over the head and her scent sending waves of calming sensations through me. 

Of course I couldn't and eventually we pulled apart all cried out. It occurred to me as I stared into her softly smiling face that I hadn't had a single twisted thought about her while we'd been so close.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." I said as I wiped at the tears that yet my face. 

She immediately reached out and caressed her hand down the side of my face. It sent a jolt of electricity through me as I felt the soft smooth skin of her fingers and palm on my cheek. I wanted to turn into it like a dog being pet but I held back.

"It's ok. I was waiting for this to happen. Actually I was just hoping for it to happen. You've been holding it in for too long and I thought it might be starting to kill you by now." 

She maintained her soft smile and continued to caress me with long smooth strokes. My sister had never touched me like that before and I started to feel decidedly unbrotherly feelings for her. That was my cue to make my escape.

"Well thanks for, you know, being there for me but I've got to get going." 

It was a terrible lie, I didn't have anything to do I just needed to get away from her before I lost it again. I was certain that if I fell into an emotional oblivion again the result wouldn't be as innocent as the first time.

"Are you sure? I mean we could talk some more if you want."

"No I'm sure. I'll just..." I didn't have any way to finish so I didn't. I just got up and fled the room, bounding up the stairs two at a time and leaving behind my half full bowl of cereal. 

It was too much like me running away from her for my taste but I couldn't think of some way to make it into anything else.

I have to tell you, being attracted to your sister is not easy. It's not something that you can treat nonchalantly or just brush off. I'm certain it's a sign of some other much deeper psychological flaw of mine but I'm not really qualified to say what that might be. 

Prior to this I had spent years denying to myself that such an attraction was even possible and yet, after all that effort to suppress it, out it had come. Now I was stuck with having to admit that I was both a source of protection as well as a possible danger to her.

I threw myself on my bed and mulled over my uncomfortable situation. My options weren't good. The way I saw it I could either confess my unnatural desires to her or keep silent. Only an idiot would think it was a good idea for a guy to tell his sister he wants to fuck her so that just left silence. But that wasn't working too well for me.

I had been honest with myself about this for the past couple years or so and the whole time I was able to maintain the common sense approach of keeping to myself. Unfortunately, it was quite literally driving me crazy. 

I found that though I was still attracted to other girls, all I could think about was Kerry when I was with them. I'd slept with a few and been sufficiently disturbed by this phenomenon to give up on finding a girlfriend I could give my unwavering focus to. 

At this point I hadn't had sex in over a year and a half, though much of that time could be blamed on my deployment to Iraq.

All of my life I'd had the habit of rubbing my fingers and lips across the back of my fingernails. It didn't take much for me to realize this was becoming an expression of my sexual frustration but it took years for me to discover that it was actually more of an expression of my need for intimacy. 

The sensation of fingernails, where there are no nerves, against skin is very similar to touching someone else. Over the past year I had become almost addicted to the habit and I was very much aware of it. It took great effort for me to suppress it when other people could see me do it.

Now as I lay on my bed in my quiet room my fingers were constantly moving over each other as I relived the closeness I'd just shared with Kerry. I chomped my lip, anther physical manifestation that I often displayed, and fought with myself to stop it. 

Oh how I wanted to be touching her, not even sexually just to feel her skin. I guess the way I wanted to feel her was innately sexual but still it was as close to innocent as such a thing could be.

I was still struggling to shut this down when there was a soft knock on my door. It startled me sufficiently enough that I was finally able to pull my hands apart and place them on the bed. 

Before I could really think about what would have been the best thing to say, I had already said "come in."

"Jay, are you alright?" Kerry said as I watched her slowly enter my room. On the plus side I no longer wanted to feel my fingernails but instead I wanted to take her in my arms and caress her skin in the worst way. Maybe that wasn't such a good thing. My hands bunched up my bedspread as I fought to keep them at my sides.

"Yeah, I'm good. Why?" Stupid! What the fuck was I thinking? I should have just gotten rid of her.

"Well you ran away from the table without cleaning up or even finishing your breakfast and we both know how much you love cereal." She answered with a wide grin. It's true, I do love cereal. I don't know why, but I do.




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"And now you look like you want to run away again." Kerry finished and I tried to come up with something to say. 

What was I supposed to do, tell her that being around her was driving me crazy and all I wanted to do was feel her against me? No fucking way.

"I don't know, I guess I'm still a bit worked up from the whole emotional release thing." I wasn't convinced I'd delivered that well and neither was she. 

To my great consternation, Kerry paused long enough to sit at the end of my bed by my feet. I tried not to drink in her appearance too openly as she did that. Damn, sometimes the simplest things are just so sexy!

"Jay, you're usually a pretty good liar but I'm not gonna let you get away with that shit. Tell me what's really going on." Her hand somehow came to rest on my left thigh and it was freaking me out. 

I'm sure she meant it as a comforting gesture but it wasn't. I considered claiming explosive diarrhea and running to the bathroom.

"I can't," I said before I could come up with a more convincing lie. "I'm sorry but it's just not something I can share with you."

Kerry sort of hung her head at that, though she managed to maintain eye contact even though her body was sideways to mine. She gave a little sigh of resignation and then stood up, finally pulling her hand off my thigh. It seemed like it had been there for hours.

"I wish you wouldn't hold things in like that Jay. It isn't good for you." She said as she slowly walked to my door. I barely suppressed a sigh as I realized it was over, at least for now. Or so I thought.

"You can tell me anything Jay, I won't get mad." It sounded like Kerry knew everything and was just waiting for me to confirm it. 

As if to further indicate this she had turned around in the doorway and was leaning against the door frame looking at me warmly. 'There's no way she knows,' I told myself, 'no way.'

"I wish that were true but..."

"It is true. Anything Jay, I mean it." My hands were tight painful fists holding the material of my bedspread like a man under torture. If ever there was a chance to come clean this was it. How do you tell your sister you might be in love with her?

"Kerry..." I couldn't get past that and after a moment she took it upon herself to help me along. She smoothly sat next to me on the bed, putting her hand over mine as if soothing me once again.

"It's ok Jay. I swear, it's alright." The feel of her skin on mine was what did it, though I released the bedspread and turned my hand over to hold her palm to palm before going on.

"Kerry I don't know how to say this," I started as fear I had never known filled me. It felt like I was about to empty my stomach all over her but I went on. "For a long time, too long, I think I've been..."

Silence stretched between us as my jaw worked but no words came out. I wanted to tell her but my body was rising up in protest and not allowing it. I was beyond terrified just then, I was convinced I was about to loose my sister for good.

"It's ok. Tell me. Please." She leaned in until we were nose to nose, touching just the slightest bit. I was staring into her deep brown eyes and trying to not loose myself in them. God how I wanted her, how I loved her then.

"I'm in love with you," I blurted out before I could even think to form the words in a more ambiguous way. At least I didn't say 'I want to fuck you.'

"I know," she said back immediately. "I am too."

Lightening shot through me and I could feel my pulse racing in my gut. I thought I would die if she rejected me but I hadn't thought I'd nearly have a heart attack when she accepted me. 

For a moment I was scared I was about to pass out and die from the shock of it. It was only when I noticed that Kerry looked every bit as shaken as I felt that I was able to recover a bit of my wits.

"You mean that?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

"With everything in me."

"Holy Christ!"

"I know!" We were holding hands and shaking like we'd just come off of the worlds scariest rollercoaster. For a moment it was like neither of us knew what to do and we just stared at each other. 

It was Kerry who made the first move. It wasn't much movement to go from nose to nose to kissing but it felt both incredibly fast and torturously slow when she leaned forward to press her lips to mine.

We kissed like I never had before. It was deeper and more meaningful than I had ever known was possible. My eyes were closed and my hands found what they'd desperately wanted for years as her tongue pressed against mine. I was holding her face and she was caressing my arms as we drowned within each other.

The feel of her cheeks under my palms was infinitely better than anything I'd ever experienced before, including all of the sex I'd ever had. My hands started to stroke her face gently on their own but I wasn't going to stop them. God, touching her was enough for me just then!

"God I love you," I gasped when we pulled apart to breathe. She smiled demurely at me and then pushed her lips against mine again. I shifted so I was seated rather than half lying down and faced her more. My hands left her face to pull her to me and stroke her through her robe. Even through the material the feel of my hands against her sides was mind numbing.

When we pulled apart again she reached under my t-shirt and pulled it up and off me. I was a bit surprised by this but when her hands started to roam over my chest I understood. I wasn't the only one who was touch focused.

"I love touching you Jay," she whispered as if it was some deep dark secret only I could be allowed to hear. I suppose it was.

"So do I," I replied somewhat vaguely. I wasn't happy with it and wanted to correct myself but she didn't let me. We were kissing again and I forgot all about my verbal blunder.

Once again we were touching each other desperately, unable to get enough of the sensation of it. I was starting to get frustrated with her robe but the feel of her hands all over my upper body was powerful enough that I couldn't pull back and rearrange things so I could touch her more intimately. Once again it fell to her to take the initiative.

"I love you Jason," Kerry said to me as she pulled away and stood by the side of my bed. I stared up at her unable to speak but certain my love for her was painted on my face. She smiled that soft loving smile of hers and then pulled apart the belt of her robe and shrugged the thing off completely.

I could only exhale in absolute astonishment as she revealed herself to me. Every other time I had seen her either ready for bed or getting up before putting on that robe she'd been in a pair of flannel pants and a t-shirt. Now she was only wearing a tiny pink pair of panties with a white heart over her sex and an equally tiny pink bra. I have to admit I wanted to taste that white heart in the worst way.

She colored a bit in the cheeks and a flush started to spread across the upper portion of her chest as she watched me watch her. I had never been so overwhelmed with the sheer sexiness of someone like that before. I was as hard as possible and thinking maybe it was a bit more than previously possible. But as aroused as I was my overriding desire was to give this lovely vision of my sister more pleasure than she could stand.

I reached out to wrap my arm around her slim little waist and pull her up against me. At some point I had come up on my knees and turned to face her completely but I was only now aware of that. It didn't matter, all that mattered was the feel of her belly against mine and her bra cover mounds of creamy flesh pressed to my chest. Once again I tasted her mouth and we were lost.

She melted into me and we rolled together over the bed until we were in danger of falling off the far end. It wasn't a big bed, just a twin, so the realization that I was about to dump my sister off the end of it brought enough control back to me to do something about it. I was lying on top of her with her leg around me and half her ass hanging off the edge of the bed when I posted up on my hands and scooted over to get us more centered on the bed. 

I expected Kerry to help with this or at least not hinder it but she did everything she could to prevent it. She held me tight the whole time, keeping her one leg around me and her lips against mine. It made things more difficult but also much more pleasurable.

"Shit I can't get enough of you," Kerry blurted out breathlessly once we separated again. I laughed softly and she did too. 

It was slightly absurd and we both saw the humor in it, but at the same time we were both very serious about how we felt. We kissed again, long and passionate and it was enough to leave me ready to move on.

"I'm not ready," Kerry said in a soft almost defeated tone as I began to kiss my way down her throat to her perfect little breasts. A part of me wanted to ignore her statement but I kicked that evil asshole out of my head and rose up over her.

"It's ok, I understand." I said as I slid to the side of her and kissed her again. She turned to face me, pressing her forehead lightly against mine and humming slightly into my mouth. That was new.

Now I was the one that was hanging half off the bed but I was busy kissing Kerry and tracing swirls all over her side and belly. We stayed like that for a while, too far gone to care that I could fall off the bed at any moment.

Her skin was my new addiction and her body was something that inspired worship in me in a way that no church visit ever had. It hardly mattered that what I wanted the most, to make love to her, had been firmly placed out of bounds. If I could just stay like this, feeling her at will, then my life was as good as it could ever be.

I nearly tumbled onto the carpet when we separated and it was then that I took the opportunity to get her to slide a bit across the bed. Once we were comfortable I leaned in to kiss her again but she stopped me by placing her fingers against my lips.

"I'm sorry," she said as if once again revealing something deep about herself. "I want to but I'm just not ready."

"I know. I can wait as long as it takes." That may sound like utter bullshit, since it's something all sex-crazed teenagers tell girls when they really mean they'll only put up with it for so long. But I meant it in a way that no teenager ever could.  

I wasn't desperate to loose my virginity, something that had happened over a decade ago, and I had enough respect for Kerry to know she wasn't just stringing me along.

"I'm sorry," she said again as she rested her forehead against mine and watched the intricate dance of my hands on her body.

"Don't be, I'm in no rush." I replied, taking the opportunity to really look at her tight little body. I'd seen her in a bikini before but this was somehow different. 

Her little breasts looked incredible in her little pink bra, not pushed up but just gently held in place. It was not wonder, they certainly didn't need any help in being perky.

The flat expanse of belly beneath her breasts had just a hint of definition in it, with those sexy lines cut in the side that ran down to the waistband of her panties. There was no bulge where panties met skin and it wasn't just from the way she was laying. She had absolutely no extra fat on her body whatsoever. It was like those panties were painted on. God how I wanted to get them off her.

For a rather short girl she had amazingly long legs that were as perfectly proportioned as the rest of her. They were firm and strong looking with skin every bit as creamy smooth as the parts I had been touching since I'd been able to reach them. Even her feet seemed sexier than was humanly possible.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are the very expression of human perfection?" I asked in an awe filled voice. She giggled at that and I laughed too. Sure it was over the top and a bit funny but I meant every word. We continued to silently caress each other for a few more minutes before I spoke up again.

"Seriously, no one has ever told you that?" She just giggled again but when I looked her in the eye she stopped.

"You're serious?"

"Yeah."

"No, no one has ever said anything remotely like that to me. You're crazy to think that anyone ever would." She said before kissing me lightly and then grinning.

"I think what's crazy is that no one else has told you that. What's crazy is that all those boyfriends you've had were too stupid to realize what an incredible beauty you are."

"I didn't say no one ever said I was pretty, I just meant no one called me perfect or anything."

"Exactly. You've been underappreciated your whole life. Well no more, I intend to make sure you know exactly how amazing you are every day for the rest of your life." I said with a smile and my heart warmed to see my sister smile back at me.

"You're crazy," she managed to get out between soft giggles.

"I am. But that doesn't make me wrong." I replied and she laughed fully. I could feel her shaking with her mirth and I enjoyed the sensation. For a moment I had a flash of what it might be like to make her body shake with pleasure of a different sort. I had to remind myself that it was worth waiting for in order to fight down the urge to find out.

We kissed some more, hands never stopping in their quest to map out each other's bodies. Even the taste of her, rather reminiscent of Cheerios and milk, was somehow overwhelmingly sexy. Once again I reveled in the scent that was particularly her. It was intoxicating to be so close to her like this and I wanted to sink ever deeper into my new found addiction.

Eventually we had kissed so much we just couldn't continue. My jaw ached and my tongue and lips were swollen and soar from overuse. I was certain she was suffering the same way, which was the only thing that kept me from pressing on anyway. 

We slowly shuffled around on the bed until she was comfortably spooned with me, her perfect little ass pressed back against my very hard cock and my arms around her.

"This must be hell for you," she said softly while looking over her shoulder at me. At first I didn't get what she meant.

"How could this be hell? This has been the best day of my life and we haven't even had lunch yet." She smiled at that but after a moment she explained what she'd meant.

"You've been aroused for a long time Jay. Doesn't it get painful if you don't, you know, relieve the pressure?" Kerry said absolutely sincerely. It was my turn to smile at her.

"You mean blue balls?" I asked and she frowned a bit but nodded. "I don't have that problem. At least I never have before."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"But I thought it was something all men get if they can't relieve themselves." She made it sound like some kind of biological imperative or something.

"Maybe so but it's never happened to me."

"Well aren't you a man-whore." She said only half jokingly. I knew a conversation about the other women I'd been with was inevitable but I wanted to avoid that at the moment.

"No. I've been left hanging before. It isn't really as big a deal as most guys say it is. At least not for me." She relaxed again after that and I went back to drowning in her smell. 

My left hand had found its way to her upper thigh and I could feel the heat of her sex on the top of my hand as I traced patterns in the smooth skin there. I was entirely absorbed in that pursuit when Kerry spoke up again.

"I could help relieve the pressure for you if you want." I was a bit surprised at that and my knee jerk reaction was to say no.

"I don't know Kerry..."

"I've done it before." Ok, so it was stupid to think she was completely inexperienced but before she'd said that I had. I was a bit put off by the thought of her pleasuring some idiot high school guy but I fought down any sort of reaction.

"Really?" All right so not any sort of reaction.

"Yeah. It seemed like a better alternative than having sex." For a moment I wasn't sure just what exactly she meant. I was thinking about asking when she volunteered the information all on her own. "I've only used my mouth on one guy and I only did it so he wouldn't want to have sex."

"Well then in that case I don't want you to do it to me. If it's not something you want to do..."

"I do want to do it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I've never actually wanted to have sex with someone the way I want to with you." She was only whispering now and it seemed like she was embarrassed. I had to do something about that. There was no way I was going to let her go through life embarrassed that she enjoyed sex.

"There's nothing wrong with that but even so most girls I've talked to don't enjoy giving oral." She took a deep shuddering breath at that and I thought maybe I had pegged her. I was wrong.

"You're right. I didn't enjoy it with him. But I think I'm gonna love it with you. God, I really wanna try it. I don't know why but it's just really sexy to think about having you in my mouth like that." She sounded even more embarrassed but it was just more endearing for it. She was scared to admit this stuff but brave enough to anyway. I loved her so much it was killing me.

"I'll let you do it on one condition," I said. It was crazy that I was making conditions on letting a girl blow me but there it was.

"I'll do anything for you," Kerry replied breathlessly enough that there was no questioning the sincerity of her words. I was shocked to my core to hear her say that and know without a doubt she meant it. I paused almost long enough to be uncomfortable before moving on.

"I want to return the favor," I said softly into her ear. I'm not sure what kind of reaction I was expecting but what she did next wasn't it. She turned to look at me so fast I had to flinch away to avoid being hit by her head. Her face held a look of utter horror as if I'd asked her to kill someone for me or something.

"Jesus Jay," she gasped out. Maybe she didn't understand.

"I just want to give you pleasure Kerry, that's it."

"I know but no one's ever...I've never..." she seemed completely unable to express herself just then.

"Maybe this is arrogant of me to say but it'll feel really good." I sounded almost like I was begging her now and I didn't like it. I was about to try to say it again in a different way when she replied.

"I know but I'm scared." I wanted to laugh but I held it in. This was her insecurity rearing its ugly head and I had to be careful how I handled it.

"What are you scared of?" I knew the answer, or at least I had a good idea, but I asked anyway to give her a chance to put her own words to it.

"I don't know. That you'll look at me down there and be disgusted. That you'll realize that I'm your sister and you shouldn't be doing that to me. That you'll just flat out be repulsed enough to never want to touch me again." She put extra emphasis on the word sister as if trying to scare me off with it.

"I am very aware that you're my sister Kerry. That just makes it more intense to me because I love you like no one else can. As for being repulsed by you, that could never happen so there's no reason to be the least bit worried about it. And all I want to do is touch you as much as possible so that's out too. What else you got?"

"I'm still scared." She said in a small voice and I felt like I'd been an asshole.

"I know, but if you let me I'll show you that there isn't anything to be afraid of." She let her head fall back and she started to cry a bit, not sobbing but just tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I wish I wasn't such a coward," she moaned softly. I bent to kiss her neck and take in her scent yet again. The image of having my nose between her legs overwhelmed me and I was determined to make it real.

"You aren't a coward Kerry. It's alright to be scared."

"I told you I'd do anything for you and then immediately went back on it. That makes me a coward." The morose tone of her voice was scary and I had to do something to stop her from spiraling further down into the gloom.




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"Do you trust me Kerry?"

"Yes," she answered right away.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Then just relax and don't fight me. I'll do what I can to relax you and give you pleasure. If it hurts or doesn't feel right at all just tell me and I'll stop. Ok?" I waited with my breath held as she paused before answering.

"Ok." She said and the breath rushed out of me.

"I love you little girl. Never forget that." I whispered in her ear. She nodded in answer and I slowly drew my hand up her thigh toward her sex. 

She tensed so I started to nibble at her neck and caress her belly with my other hand. The tension didn't go away completely but my touch was enough to relax her a bit.

"I want you to scream with pleasure until your voice is raw." I whispered and she shook a bit against me. My hand was starting to sweat from the heat of her pussy and I hadn't even touched it yet. I wanted nothing more than to pleasure her then.

My fingers made contact with the soft cotton of her tiny panties and it took quite a bit of self control to keep the touch light. I wanted to rip those things off her and slide down the bed to lick her in a flash but I held back. The longer I took the better it would be for her, I was certain of that.

Her heat was remarkable as I touched her, like the moist heat of an equatorial rain forest. My hand was sweating from it all the way to my wrist and I loved it. 

My arm was draped across her hip and lower belly and the feeling of the bared skin against mine was more food for my addiction. I couldn't keep my lips off her neck and the taste of her skin mingled with the smell of her to create a potion so powerful my head spun with it.

My hips pressed hard against her of their own accord, my hard on straining to push through the fabric between us and penetrate her. Despite the raw nature of this, I didn't even consider doing something like that. I wanted to pleasure her and it didn't matter one bit if I got nothing in return.

Slowly my fingers began to dance across the hot material over her sex. I didn't press hard enough to even outline her pussy but instead just lightly scratched at the fabric itself, letting the material transmit the sensations to her. Kerry shuddered against me as the touches had the desired effect.

"Do you like that little sister?" I asked in a voice thick with desire. She shook again and I pressed just the tiniest bit harder into her. "Do you like it?"

"Yes," she hissed out. "It feels so good."

"Good. This is only the beginning. I can't wait to watch you cum." She tensed then and her eyes snapped open. I was afraid she'd tell me she was uncomfortable and make me stop but she found another way to slow things down.

"Wait. I want to do you first." Kerry said as she looked over her shoulder at me again. I didn't want to stop, even if it did mean getting a blow job, but I had given her veto power and I had to respect it.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"You won't stop me from continuing on afterwards then?" I asked, hoping she didn't think I didn't trust her or was willing to force her to do something she didn't want to do.

"If what you're doing now is like what you'll do then I won't be able to stop you." I had picked up the pace a bit with my hand and was applying enough pressure to have figured out where her clit must have been. 

The shape of her sex was starting to become known to me and I wanted very much to get to know it better but I felt I had to bow to her desires.

"Alright. You can do me first then." I tried not to sound disappointed but failed. She laughed a bit at that.

"You make it sound like me sucking you is a bad thing." She said with mock offence.

"I'm sorry, but I really want to get you off. And then get you off again. And then some more after that..."

"Alright I get the picture." She giggled some more. We were still pressed together, spooned tight. Slowly she started to extract herself from me. We were both reluctant to separate but eventually she managed to slide away from me and off the bed.

"Lie on your back Jay, it'll be easier like that." I smiled at her and did as requested as her eyes fell to where my shorts covered my arousal. I'm not particularly well endowed, the term is average, but even so it was obvious I was more than ready for her.

"God! I can't wait!" She said with surprising vigor as her hand traced down my belly to delicately grip me through the shorts. I groaned like never before at her touch. 

I had never felt such electricity from another's touch before. For a moment I thought she was going to straddle me and we would suddenly be making love. Christ, I wanted that worse than words can describe. Instead she started to tenderly stroke up and down my shaft while sitting sideways beside me. It wasn't the ideal position, but I guess it had to do.

"Kerry it's not gonna take much," I warned as the sensation was overwhelming even through the shorts. She smiled at me in a way that I could only call proud.

"Good. I like that you want me so much you can't hold back." She gripped me the tiniest bit harder at that.

"Well I don't. I want to be able to last for you." Her smile turned into the cutest frown I'd ever seen.

"Why would I need you to last for me?"

"Ah, because it takes some time for a woman to orgasm and if I explode at the slightest touch I won't be able to get you off too. At least not when we make love." Those words sounded strange to say but it was the best way to describe any kind of union we'd share.

"I don't care if I never have an orgasm Jay. I just want you to enjoy yourself." It was my turn to frown, though not nearly as cute. Her grip was just right now and her hand was moving maybe a bit too fast if I wanted to be able to speak for much longer.

"Too bad because I do care and you will have orgasms. At least as many as I do." I said back, though it might have lost a bit of force from the strain in my voice her hand was causing. I was mere moments from ruining my shorts and she seemed completely unaware of it.

"Well if you can, then I won't stop you from making me climax but I've never had one before so..." Oddly enough those words gave me some sort of added strength to resist the pleasure of her hand and I took that as an opportunity to cut in.

"I don't care what it takes. You'll know what it feels like to cum before the day is through." I said in a strong and clear voice. 

The look on her face was incredible, like I had just told her she would live forever in a heaven on earth. I smiled at her and then groaned as her grip tightened a bit too much and her hand picked up even more speed.

"Hold me a bit lighter," I said before I could stop myself. I was hoping she wouldn't be insulted by my correcting her but she just loosened her grip and stroked me faster.

"I like it when you tell me what to do," she said with a bright eyed smile. "You're gonna have to do that a lot because I'm not very good at this stuff."

"You're doing great so far," I managed to get out through a loud groan. She giggled and was stroking me so fast her hand was a blur. I could see the strain in her shoulder as she put her all into it.

"Good because I want to make you cum like crazy!" I lurched up at those words, thrusting my hips against her arm and squeezing my PC muscles hard to delay the inevitable.

"Don't hold back Jay, let it go!"

"My shorts!" I barely got the words out through clenched teeth. She understood though and immediately started to pull them off me. We had been raised by a very clean mother and making a mess was never a good thing.

The time it took her to get my shorts down around my ankles and then off was enough for me to catch my breath a bit. The urge to cum faded and I was able to concentrate a bit more on watching the unbelievably sexy movements of my sister.

To my surprise, once Kerry had my shorts off she swung a leg around me and sat across my thighs. We were nearly lined up for penetration and only her panties stood in the way. I groaned at the sight of her like that, sitting upright and dazzlingly beautiful. 

Without thinking about it I sat up and slid my arms around her, in the process lining us up perfectly to make love. We kissed and I was certain that we were going to consummate this new found love at any second.

Instead she gently placed her hand on my chest and pushed me back down to lie flat again. She wasn't strong enough to force me, but she didn't have to be. I was willing to do what she wanted. I reached down and stroked my hands over both of her thighs, feeling my addiction to her soaring ever upward.

"I want to Jay, I really do." Kerry said with a look in her eye that was more convincing than any words could ever be. I wanted to try to convince her to go for it but she had said she wasn't ready and I was sure she'd meant it.

"It's ok Kerry. It's ok." That might have been an attempt to encourage her to get on with it or to comfort her for being unwilling to do so. It didn't matter. This was entirely in her hands.

"I know Jay. I love you for that." That could have meant anything too but it made my heart swell to the point of nearly bursting anyway. Somehow I knew we were on the same wave length and our words meant exactly what the other wanted them to.

"Oh God Kerry, you're gonna kill me." I moaned through my teeth as she once again took hold of my member. The feel of her skin on mine was infinitely better than the feel of her through the shorts. Her hand started to stroke again and my head started to spin.

"I hope you cum all over me before you die Jay. It would be a real shame if you didn't." Where had she learned to talk like that? Fuck, who cares! That was so sexy I nearly did as she requested right then.

Sensing that it was all over but the cleanup, Kerry's hand sped up to the point that it was a blur again. She maintained the same perfect grip she'd found before and if I had been able to think right then I would have been impressed with her ability to learn.

I was so close I felt like I was turning inside out but it wasn't until she pulled my dick back against her panty clad mound and lower belly that I lost it. This was better than any pussy I'd ever had and it was just my sister's hand! I felt like I was buried to the hilt within her as she held me pressed against her creamy belly with the smooth skinned palm of her right hand and I erupted.

I had the most intense orgasm of my life to that point and it was so strong it hurt. I watched as I shot far more cum than I'd ever seen at one time. It soared up high to nearly her eye level before arcing back down onto my chest and stomach. 

I never shoot like that and even though I hadn't even beaten off in over a week I was dumbstruck by it. The only explanation was that Kerry was having a hell of a powerful affect on me.

My hips jumped hard enough that it nearly tossed my sister off me as another thick rope sprayed from me. It painted a white line from just over her panties to the cup of her left breast, the trajectory redirected by her pressing against the head of my dick to push it against her firm belly. 

Several more shots flew from me faster than my mind could comprehend and I felt near to passing out. Each shot brought such soaring pleasure that I could barely find a way to categorize it as either pleasure or pain. They painted a spider web of white lines across her perfect belly and left her bra cups dripping.

I was panting hard by the time the last of my cum squirted out rather weakly from me. My hands had found their way to her hips and for a moment I felt like I had just fucked her. 

Her hand started to move on me again and my hips jumped involuntarily at the intense sensation of it. I was very sensitive after such a performance and I doubted she'd get much more from me for a while.

"Hold on Kerry, I need some time to recover. Shit, I need a lot of time to recover." I said, so out of breath I felt asthmatic. She frowned that impossibly cute frown at me and kept stroking me.

"Too bad Big Brother," you could hear the caps. "I promised to suck you and I'm gonna."

"Kerry come on, I have my limits."

"Well we're gonna push your limits because I'm gonna make you cum again no mater how long it takes." Her voice was like a little girl's, which clashed startlingly with her words. It was enough to make me feel like forgetting about how sensitive my dick was and go for it.

"Alright, but stay away from the head of my penis as much as you can."

"You mean this?" She asked, drawing her fingers up my shaft to pinch the head. I made a noise that was clearly painful and she snatched her hand away as if burned.

"I'm sorry! Oh God I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you. Shit, I'm such an idiot! Jay..."

"It's alright. Just take it easy for a bit alright." Unfortunately she didn't take me at my word and flung herself off me. She rolled from the bed and headed for the door so fast I could barely snatch her arm in time to keep her from fleeing.

"Kerry it's alright, it didn't hurt that bad." I said and then was struck mute by the sight of her tears. The pain on her face was intense and all I wanted was to wipe it away.

"I love you, no matter what, I love you Kerry." Her tears burst into full on sobbing and she was in my arms in a flash. I held her tight and kissed the top of her head just like I had when she was a kid scared of a storm. I was vaguely aware of the gooey mess that was being rubbed into my skin but I ignored it. This was no time to be squeamish.

Slowly she calmed to the point that we could kiss again. I could taste her salty tears on her lips and feel the pain that had gone with them. Our soar tongues rubbed against each other and she shifted to once again straddle me. I held her close, feeling the skin of her back with my hands flying around in fast circles.

"I'm sorry I hurt you," she said again. She was looking me dead in the eye and the pain in her look made her sincerity unquestionable.

"I know, but it wasn't that bad. You were just trying to get me going again, that's all." She nodded silently and we kissed a bit more. 

Honestly, I was hoping to move on because my mouth was pretty over worked at that point. We were silent for a long while then, once again just feeling each other and enjoying our intimacy. 

I was starting to get a little uncomfortable sitting up and holding her against me with no back support. She seemed to sense it and took it as an opportunity to move on.

"Why don't you lay back and relax and let your Little Sister make it up to you?" She asked in a sexy sweet tone.

"Actually I was thinking more along the lines of having you lay back." I wasn't sure how specific I should be so I kept it a bit vague. I really did want to pleasure her more than I wanted her to pleasure me.

"Uh uh," she nodded her head no and looked impossibly cute again. "You said I could go first."

"You know all you have to do is use that cute little girl voice on me to get anything you want don't you?" I said with a grin that widened to the point that it hurt before I broke into a laugh. She was off the charts cute just then and I couldn't have denied her anything. Of course that was what she intended.

"Yeah, I know. So are you gonna let Little Sis suck you off or not?" The contrast of such an innocent looking and sounding girl asking me such a thing set my head to rapid rinse as I tried to comprehend it. She smiled a bit at me and then giggled as it took longer and longer for me to answer.

"You can do whatever you want," I said and she titled her head down to look at me through a partial veil of curly brown hair. "But just remember that I'm gonna make you pay with howls once you're done."

Kerry lost that little girl innocence as her nostrils flared and her eyes widened to match her grin. I was hoping that meant she was looking forward to my exploration between her legs as much as I was.

"It's so hard," she said with that little girl voice again as I lay back. "Not fucking your brains out." I was startled by her sudden change in tone and meaning and all I could do was stare blankly at her in shock.

"But for both our sakes I'll resist." She said in her usual tone and then once again like a little girl she said, "For now."

"I certainly appreciate that," I said with heavy sarcasm. "I don't think I'd live through it if you didn't hold back."

"I don't think I would either," she said almost seriously. "But then I guess we'd die happy."

"Certainly." My voice cracked rather comically as I said that one word because Kerry chose that moment to wrap her soft hands around my cock. She giggled a bit but her eyes stayed focused on what her hands were doing.

"It's so hot," she said as her hands slowly began to work along my shaft again. I didn't really have much to say about that so I just watched as she worked me over, letting my hands wander over her thighs on their own.

For the first few minutes all she did was slowly stroke me, staring down at my dick as she did so. She kind of looked like a kid with a new toy, one she'd wanted for a long time and was very taken with. 

I couldn't suppress the smile this brought to my face as her slow exploration of me brought out a sort of awe I'd seen in her before and was very endearing. Kerry didn't notice for quite a while that I was grinning like a fool at her.

"What's so funny?" A loaded question if ever I'd heard one but I was ready to answer it. I'd had plenty of time to think about what to say when she noticed.

"I'm just so taken with you that looking at you makes me happy. I'm sorry if it's distracting..."

"It is distracting but don't worry about it." She grinned back and then abruptly stopped working her hands on me. My sister looked me straight in the eye as she slid back, her inner thighs dragging across my legs in what can only be described as the most intensely arousing way. It served to remind me that I would be between those perfect thighs soon.

I watched in utter fascination as she rearranged herself over my legs so she was sitting over my ankles and lying across my legs with her face on my belly. 

She kept eye contact the whole way and that just made it more powerful. Once all the way down, Kerry placed her chin over my belly button and was staring me in the eye. I could feel my dick pressed against her upper chest and her bra clad breasts brushing my thighs.

"I'm gonna suck you now Big Brother," she said in her little girl voice. "But I'm not very good at it so you're gonna have to tell me what you like. 'K?"

"Somehow I doubt I'll be very coherent, but I'll give it a shot." I answered with a huge shit eating grin. She wiggled against me, pressing her chest against my thighs and trapping my cock against my belly with her collar bone. The sight of her body undulating over mine was truly mind blowing.

"Well I'll just take silence as a compliment then." I sighed as she rose up enough to free my cock and create room for her to get me in her mouth.

Once again her hands wrapped around me and she started to stroke me. I had expected her to go right to sucking but she seemed stalled in the handjob stage. I wanted to tell her to move on but it was feeling so good I couldn't think of a reason to do so. 

"Twists your wrists at the top," I said without thinking. She'd been staring at my dick again but she looked up when I spoke and smiled at me.

"How do you mean?"

"Like opening a bottle of coke," I replied. I twisted my wrist in imitation of what I meant and after a moment she started to try to do what I'd suggested.

"Like this?" She was doing well, but her timing was a little off.

"Yeah, but do the top hand then the bottom as they pass over..." I cut myself off with a groan as she found the perfect timing.

"Wow! That's cool."

"I thought so," I said through clenched teeth. 




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She stared at her hands as they worked on me and was once again transfixed with what she was doing. The only down side to that was if she got me off again without using her mouth I'd probably have to fight her to let me eat her out.

"Alright, you've gotten pretty good with your hands. Do you wanna try your mouth?" It wasn't subtle but I told myself I'd only try once and if she didn't respond then I'd let her do whatever she wanted.

"Yeah," she answered. "But I can't seem to let go long enough to start."

It might have been funny if I'd been able to do much more than breathe at that moment. As for Kerry, she didn't seem to think it was funny either as her hands seemed to have developed their own will. 

I was thinking about reneging on the deal I'd made with myself to let her do her own thing when she took a deep breath and pulled both hands away from me.

"Oh God!" The feeling of her mouth sucking me in was beyond my ability to endure. I was immediately on the verge of orgasm and so caught by surprise by it that I could do nothing to hold back. 

She managed to take me all the way in and I was teetering on blasting into her mouth when I heard a sound that I didn't want to hear.

"Don't choke yourself Kerry," I gasped out. "Only do what you're comfortable with." 

She wrapped her right hand around the base of my dick and slid her mouth off with a slurp, leaving a heavy layer of saliva behind.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to over do it." She said and once again her hand started to stroke me. I shifted my hips as I tried not to image what it would look like if I blasted her in the face right then.

"Just relax and do what you want without worrying about me. I don't need you to do much more than breathe near me to finish me off now." It was true. It was all I could do to hold back.

"'K." She said in her little girl voice and then promptly sucked me back in her mouth. I didn't last two bobs of her head.

"Shit, I can't stop it!" I did my best to warn her, thinking she'd probably want to pull off me. Instead she slid that hot watery mouth all the way down my shaft to the point where she was nearly gagging. 

Her tongue pressed up on my cock, forcing it against the roof of her mouth and creating a tight confined space that was mind warpingly good. I exploded harder than the last time.

For all of her best intentions, Kerry wasn't prepared for the sheer volume of what I gave her. Neither was I. I fully expected to enjoy the hell out of this climax, but I knew my reserves had been seriously depleted from the last one. I was expecting a more average amount of semen for her to have to deal with. Instead I got a flood that was way more than I had a right to produce.

Kerry's cheeks puffed out comically as my orgasm hit me with waves of pleasure that blanked my mind completely. All I could do was watch and grunt as my cum seeped out from her lips and drooled across her chin. This time I couldn't distinguish one shot from another, it just felt like one huge torrent rushing out of me.

Her eyes watered as she struggled to figure out what to do with my larger than expected offering. We hadn't discussed the spit or swallow options and it seemed like she wanted me to tell her what to do. 

The only problem with that was I had been struck mute by the power of her ministrations. I had to wait until I was finished to advise her and that meant she had a white bib by the time I could speak.

"You don't have to swallow it if you don't want to, it doesn't matter to me." Kerry just blinked at me and then gulped loudly. She sucked her cheeks hollow and swallowed several more times before looking up to make eye contact with me.

"Wow! I didn't even think of swallowing it until you said something. I was just like, dumbstruck or something." I frowned a bit at her, trying not to seem skittish about the mess I'd made of her.

"I didn't mean for you to do that if you didn't want to."

"No. Once you said it, it just made sense to me so I did it." She was downright giddy, as if she was the one who'd just had the biggest orgasm of her life. I must admit the sheer eroticism of the moment had energized me as well.

"What did you think of it?" I was trying to be vague but it didn't work so well.

"Think of what?" She asked as she sat up and slid back up my legs until she was sitting over my hips again.

"My cum." I said flatly, abandoning ambiguity altogether.

"Oh, I like it. Maybe later I can get some more from ya." I couldn't help but shake my head and smile at her. She was just so damn cute!

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. Why, am I not supposed to like it?"

"I don't know. I've just heard it's not the most pleasant experience that's all." I was trying not to tell her that the sight of her pearl bib was turning my stomach just a bit. Is it homophobic to not want to have to taste your own semen when you kiss the woman you love?

"Well whoever told you that was just a selfish bitch. I like it because you do, not because it's fine dinning." Again I shook my head at her. She was a dangerous woman, my sister.

"Alright well I'll be honest and say I want to kiss you but I don't want to taste that..." I couldn't figure out what to call it so I just let it hang.

"Oh, I'll go clean up. I'll be right back." She was off me before I could come up with a better idea and out the door by the time I realized I didn't want her to leave.

I was afraid that any break in our intimacy might ruin it, but she was back in seconds with a hand towel. She used it to wipe away just about everything, certainly everything I could see, and then placed it carefully on the carpet by the door.

"Better?" She asked as she slid over the bed and back on top of me.

"Yes, much. I'm sorry I'm so insecure about that." I replied as my hands once again found their favorite spots on her body.

"I don't mind. I'll just have to be sure to swallow it all next time."

"You don't have to..."

"Hey!" She cut me off. "I like to swallow. The look on your face was great. So what if it doesn't really taste that good. As far as I see it, if it's part of you then I'm more than willing to have it inside me." She turned bright red as she finished that but she didn't take any of it back. I just chuckled at her embarrassment and pulled her in for another kiss.

"Do you think you're ready for me to see you naked?" I wanted to jump to the part where I was feasting between her legs but I figured it would be best to start slow.

"I don't know," she said. Once again she was plainly embarrassed. "I'm still a coward."

"Kerry..."

"Seriously, I'm just afraid. I don't know why, but I'm just not comfortable with being naked with you."

"Well I'm naked..."

"Yeah but you're such a hunk there's no way you'd be self conscious." I gaped at her for a moment, wondering if she was joking. She seemed pretty serious though.

"Kerry I'm not a hunk."

"Yes you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes you are." I started to protest again but she spoke over me. "I'm a girl. I know a hunk when I see one. You are a hunk."

"You're crazy." I said in amazement. No one else would have put me in such a category, but I guess love does strange things to us.

"I am," she echoed me. "But that doesn't make it any less true."

"You really think I'm not self conscious about my body?"

"You look pretty comfortable to me." She shot back. I had to pause to consider how to go on before I forged ahead.

"Look, I feel comfortable being naked around you because...well you're you."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that I trust you completely and I know you wouldn't hurt me. I may have a small penis, in fact I know I do, but I know you aren't gonna make me feel bad about it." I thought I had explained that fairly well and was hoping she'd take her cue from me and start to trust me.

"You don't have a small penis Jay." She said as if she were a leading expert on the subject.

"Well at best I could be called average, but when I'm flaccid it's pretty damn small." I gestured to exhibit A, my currently flaccid penis. I'm honest enough to admit it's not impressive in that state. She just looked at it and then back into my eyes.

"I think it's cute," she said and I winced. "Not like too small cute, just perfect cute." She was scrambling to make up for it but there just isn't any way to do it.

"Look, I know it isn't my best feature but I'm willing to let you see it because I know you mean well. Even when you call it cute." Kerry was wringing her hands in exasperation as I tried to ease her mind.

"Well what does it matter what it's like flaccid. The only thing that matters is that it's plenty big when you're gonna use it."

"I guess. The point is we all have flaws and there isn't any reason to be scared of them. Now I know I called you perfect, but you have to understand that I didn't mean you're a life size Barbie doll or something. I meant that everything about your body is exactly the way it should be, you are in perfect proportion."

"I don't know about that."

"Well I do, and it's true. So don't worry about what I'm gonna think when I see you naked because it's only gonna be good thoughts anyway." I grinned at her and drew my hands up and down her thighs without really thinking about it.

She took a moment to think about what I'd said and then slowly hung her head. Her hand wringing had returned and it was obvious she was put at ease by my words.

"I'm sorry. I'm just not over it yet." She murmured and I was hard pressed not to get frustrated. Once again I had to think for a moment to figure out what to do.

"Alright listen. You were willing to let me make you feel good before, are you still willing?"

"Yes. But I'm scared." She sounded small and weak, almost nothing like she had been when she'd been pleasuring me. It became my number one goal to change that about her.

"I know, so I'll be extra careful." She seemed to be shrinking in on herself as she lay on me, as if trying to withdraw to some hidden safe place. "Why don't we get comfortable and take it from there?"

"Ok." Damn, what happened to the strong little sister that had demanded I let her suck me off? We shuffled around on the bed and got back into the spooning position we'd had before. Much of the sexual energy had dissipated and it was a bit awkward trying to get it back. 

At first I wanted to kiss and try to raise her ardor but it wasn't working. After a few frantic moments of contemplation I decided to return to basic foreplay to get her ready. I let my left hand drape over her hip and rest on her upper thigh. My right arm was under her with my hand lightly touching her belly. I nuzzled into her neck and whispered how much I loved her in her ear. She relaxed and just let me enjoy her body. 

Slowly we started to build toward a more intensely sexual situation. If I hadn't had an empty tank I would have been hard by the time my left hand began to travel up her thigh.

"I'm ready Jay," Kerry gasped when my hand paused just shy of touching her sex. I thought about asking her if she was sure but then my hand was once again mapping out the contours of her pussy through her panties. It was so soft and even hotter than I remembered.

I wanted to take my time, I really did, but I just couldn't. The feel of her heat, her soft center was driving me out of my mind. My dick was still soft but I was as aroused as I could get. Kerry was breathing hard and I realized I was too. There was no stopping things now.

"I want to see your perfect little breasts," I whispered in her ear.

"No," was the only answer she gave. For a moment I was scared I'd ruined the moment. When she started to wiggle against me in time to my caress and I knew I could continue. I decided not to push the issue of her breasts.

"I'm going to take your panties off now so I can feel you skin to skin." I didn't ask and she seemed to respect that. I waited a bit for her to object but she just kept moving her hips in smooth little circles as I touched her.

Slowly I reached down with my right hand to push the side of her panties that was trapped beneath her down toward her knee. She raised up just enough to help me and then let herself lower back down once the fabric had slipped off her hip. 

I was left with my right hand out from under her and lying useless behind her ass. If she had been a bit more comfortable with this there were things that I could have done from that position but I held back.

As much as I hated to, I had to use my left hand to slide the panties completely off her hips and down her thighs. We were both watching intently as her sex was slowly revealed. 

From my angle over her shoulder I couldn't see too well but I could tell that she had shaved recently, leaving a little strip of dark hair over her pussy. For the first time it occurred to me that she might have anticipated this. I put the thought aside for the moment and focused on my next move.

I wanted to start touching her pussy again but her panties were around her knees and they needed to be gone. Again she helped me out by pulling her right leg back through the hole in her panties and leaving them only on her left as I held the material.  

It was an impressive display of flexibility that only added to my urgency to get between those amazing legs.

I pushed the panties down her left leg and she kicked them off and then squirmed back against me. If I'd been hard it would have been difficult not to push into her just then. As it was I was thinking about what it would be like anyway.

My left hand found its way back between her thighs and that first touch was every bit as electric as when she had first held me in her hand. 

She was hotter than ever and silky smooth. I let my fingers tenderly glide over her plump little outer labia, letting my mind go over the map I'd made of her sex as I traced it with my fingers. She had dominant outer lips and as far as I could tell very small inner lips. 

I didn't pry her open or press in to find out more. Instead I just kept drawing slow sweeps across the outer labia, reveling in the wonderful feel of her superheated sex.

I let my lips drag across the skin of her neck without kissing or stopping. I was touching her as lightly as I could with both fingers and lips and she was getting into it. A soft moan floated out of her and it was all I could do to keep from pressing on too fast. 

I wanted to take it as slow as possible so she could stay comfortable and not freak out. My fingers found her hard little clit at the peak of her labia and barely pushed in enough to graze it before I could stop myself.

"Holy shit what was that?" She gasped out. Did she really not know what it felt like to touch her aroused clitoris? No way.

"That, Little Sister, is your clit." I whispered in her ear. She tensed up and for a moment I thought she was going to tell me to slow down or even stop.

"God, I never knew..." I cut her off by once again grazing the tiny nub with the barest of touches that produced a very happy moan. I was amazed that she seemed sincerely surprised by the intensity of her body's reaction. Was it possible that she had never touched herself?

I increased the frequency with which I hit her sensitive spot while continuing to caress the rest of her sex as well. She made no attempt to speak and I could see her eyes were closed tight. Slowly I increased the amount of time I spent on her clit until I was basically swirling my fingertips over it non-stop.

"Do you like that Kerry?" I asked unnecessarily. I just wanted to hear her confirm for me that I was doing well.

"Oh God!" She gushed and I took that for a yes.

"Good," I paused dramatically to ensure she was paying attention. "Now imagine what it's gonna feel like when my tongue is doing that."

My words had more than the desired effect on her. With a sudden jerk her hips jabbed back at me and then her back bowed as she sort of hunched in on her self. 

Satisfaction like I'd never felt spread through me as I realized I'd made her climax for the first time. She'd made it sound like it would be nearly impossible and here she was cumming from just my finger on her clit and a few well used words.

The pleasure that so obviously coursed through my sister was visible in the way her muscles shook and strained against each other. I could see her toes curl and her abs flutter. This was better than any show I'd ever seen. I wanted to see it again as soon as it was over.

"Oh my God!" Kerry burst out when she was able to speak. "What the fuck was that?"

"That was the first, and weakest, of your orgasms today." I said with absolute confidence into her ear. She shivered against me and turned to kiss me. I obliged happily and let my tongue explore her mouth once again.

I started to swirl my fingers over her clit again and she began to shake so rapidly it was like she was vibrating. I focused entirely on her clit and let my lips drag across her neck and up behind her ear. My tongue sought out her ear lobe and I licked it as my breath rattled across her ear.

"I want you to cum for me again," I whispered a bit hoarsely into her ear. "Cum for your Big Brother."

"Oh yeah!" She shouted as her body once again began that beautiful self dancing. It was even more fascinating to watch than before and I tried to memorize everything her body did. There was just too much to take in though so I just relaxed and let her ride it out.

"Do you want me to kiss it now?" I asked when her shuddering had stopped. I was hoping she was over her reservations but if not I'd just keep at it until she couldn't talk to tell me no.

"Please. Please. Please Jay, please." Well I guess that qualified as being ready to move on.

"I love you. You're perfect." I whispered in her ear as I pulled away from her. I didn't even need to tell her to lay flat as I slid off the bed.

I caressed down her leg from the hip to the ankle and then slowly raised her leg up. She was looking downright hungry as she bent her knee and let me duck under the leg so I could sit in the middle. 

I looked down at her, taking in her remarkable beauty and still awestruck by it but avoiding looking at her sex.

"I'm going to look at you now and tell you exactly what I think. Ok?" She colored a bit more than her sexual excitement had already caused but she nodded. She looked so damn vulnerable.

I finally let my eyes settle between her legs and my breath caught in my throat. Like anyone else I have my preferences when it comes to the opposite sex. Some guys love a certain shape to a woman's legs or breasts or ass. I can appreciate all of those things, especially when they all fit together as well as my sister's do. But there is also another less talked about shape that guys have preferences about and that's a woman's sex.

I've had a few discussions about what different guys like and while everyone is different, some women might be alarmed to find out that if the pussy is ugly it can be a deal breaker. At least for some of us.

Now I was staring at my ideal made flesh. I don't know where it came from or when exactly I developed the preference for it, but my sister's pussy was exactly what I considered perfect. Exactly. 

It was small but not too small. Plump little outer labia hid everything else and were perfectly symmetrical. I didn't have to pull those lips apart to know that the interior was as flawless as the exterior. I'd never seen such perfection and I wanted to taste her with every bit of my being.

"Kerry..." I couldn't think of how to explain it to her.

"What? Am I ugly? Jay?"

"You're...you're the most beautiful, perfect, amazing, incredible, flawless, perfect, perfect, perfect woman I've ever imagined let alone seen. I hope you know that I'm not gonna stop eating you until you pass out." She might have had a response to that but I didn't let her get it out before I was on her.




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Even as I was making my descent I was hit with her powerful scent, musky and fresh and purely feminine. I felt my flaccid penis stir and by the time my nose was over her clit and my tongue was pushing between her lips I was hard as a rock. Her thighs closed around my head and I fell into a world of damp heat and overwhelming sexual highs.

It took maybe two minutes for her to start screaming as I worked my tongue against her hole and my nose over her nub. Her legs shook by my head and tightened as if she was trying to choke me. I took that as a good sign and only changed up enough to get my tongue on her clit. Her screams turned to wails that made my ears ring as her hips bucked wildly beneath me.

I rode out her chaotic thrashing and then upped the ante by suckling gently at her clit. Kerry gave a throat shredding growl and pushed my head down into her pussy with her hands while her hips danced yet again. 

I hadn't expected it to be so easy to get her off but now that I had succeeded all I wanted to do was keep it going.

And keep it going I did, making her cum over and over again and loving every minute of it. I wondered if every time would be like this or if she was so sensitive because this was our first time. She'd said she'd never climaxed before and it seemed like she'd never even had her clit touched so I guess she might have been a bit of a hair trigger without her even knowing it.

I was surprised when her legs flew apart and her hands reversed course and began to push me away. I didn't want to stop, and I'd promised I wouldn't until she was unconscious. Still, I knew that if she thought she'd reached her limit I should respect that. Slowly I pulled back, but rather than just leave her cold I let my hands replace my face.

I lovingly pulled open her labia and looked straight into her sex for the first time. She hadn't shown any wetness on her outer lips but the inside was soaked and the scent was exponentially more potent. 

I breathed deep that intoxicating smell and let my fingers get sticky with it as they moved over her trembling sex.

The thing that struck me the most about that view was something I'd never seen before, at least in the flesh. Her hymen was intact and very obvious, forming a protective sheet that was split vertically. It looked barely wide enough for one finger and no more. I was tempted to penetrate her with a finger just to feel her but she was done.

"Oh God Jay, please stop. I think I'm about to die." I tore my eyes away from her sex and focused on her wild eye look. She was panting and vibrating from head to toe. I felt my face split in a grin and oddly I was once again aware of my very hard cock.

"Was it as good as I said it would be?"

"It was far beyond anything you suggested Big Brother. Now kiss me so I can take a nap." I was laying over her in a flash and we shared a pussy flavored kiss for the first time. 

I thought about asking her if she liked the taste but when she started to lick her juices from my chin the answer to that was pretty obvious.

Eventually we made our way back to the spooning position, me naked and her just wearing her bra. I held her tight, still aroused but oddly sated. I nuzzled her neck the way we both loved and breathed deep the smell of her.

"I love you Kerry."

"I love you Jay."



Touch



"Come with me," I said to her, getting up from the sofa, picking my drink up from the table as I rose. I took her hand in mine and led her towards the stairs.

"What do you have in mind?" she asked.

"You'll see." I answered, "Or rather not see!" I laughed.

She pulled back on my hand, stopping us halfway up the stairs. 

"What do you mean?"

I turned and moved below her on the stairs, so that our eyes were level, gently pushed against her, her back against the wall, one hand on her hip, the other still holding my glass, my lips gently grazing her neck, barely touching, moving up till my lips were at her ear and whispered, "patience baby," my warm breath against her neck and ear sending a slight tremble through her body. 

I moved away, took her hand once again and led her to the top of the stairs and into the bedroom, placing my whisky on the side.

"Oh, so this is what you want?" She said as she came towards me, her head tilted up, lips searching out mine. But before she could kiss me, I gently held her away.

"Wait," I said firmly, "I want to undress You first."

I took hold of the bottom of her top and slowly lifted it up and over her head, then knelt down in front of her to undo the button of her jeans and pull down the zip, slowly sliding her jeans down and lifting her feet out of them. 

With her standing there above me, she looked amazing, like a goddess. Beautiful, soft, smooth skin, her treasures hidden by the black bra and thong she was still wearing.

"You gonna undress too?" She asked, her hands reaching for the buttons on my shirt as I stood up. 

I took her hands in mine, pushing them away from me. "Not yet," I responded, "I have something else in mind first." 

I turned and opened the drawer of the dresser behind me and pulled out some black silk scarves and put all but one on the bed.

"I want to put this on you." 

I held the silk up to her face, covering her eyes and tied it at the back of her head. 

She stood in the middle of the room, unable to see, but hearing me move behind her, then feeling my hands on her shoulders, softly massaging them, stroking up to her neck, my fingers lightly tickling down her back to her bra, undoing it, sliding it down her arms and onto the floor. 

I moved closer to her, my lips on the back of her neck, softly nuzzling into it, lightly kissing down the middle of her back as I knelt behind her, sending tingles through her body. My hands on her hips, slowly pulling down her thong, gently kissing her arse, my lips on both cheeks.

I stood up and led this naked goddess to the bed and laid her down on it. Took another of the silk scarves and tied it gently round one wrist and the other end to the post at the head of the bed, walking round the bed and doing the same with the other wrist and her ankles, slightly parting her legs. 

I stood at the foot of the bed and looked down at her. She took my breath away, she was so beautiful, her full, round breasts, her soft belly, her beautiful bald pussy. I could have stood looking at her for hours.

"Where are you?" She asked, her voice slightly trembling. I could tell she was a little nervous and also excited.

"I'm right here baby." I whispered as I moved round to the side of the bed, she could feel me close to her as the bed dipped as I sat. 

"Right here darling." I lowered my lips to hers, just brushing gently over them, softly tugging at her bottom lip, biting it gently, then kissing her soft and deep, our tongues searching each other out.

I pulled away and sat up. 

"I was enjoying that!" She complained. 

"So was I baby, but I have other things planned." I replied with a small chuckle as I reached for my glass and shook it next to her ear. She could hear the ice tinkle against the side of the glass. 

"How do you feel about the cold?" I asked as I took one of the cubes of ice out of the glass.

"Depends what you meeaaaoohhh!!" Was as far as she got, as I held the cube above her right breast and warmed from my holding it, ice cold water dropped onto her nipple and it instantly became erect. 

I lowered the ice onto the nipple, softly stroking over it with, making slow circles around it, slowly tracing across to the other breast, the ice moving smoothly over her soft skin, reaching her nipple, making that one erect as I stroked round it.

"Ohh!" She moaned softly. "That's sooo cold, but sooo nice."

The cube had melted completely, so I took another from my glass and put it in my mouth, holding it between my lips, lowering my head to her nearest breast, my warm lips and cold ice moving over and around the nipple, leaning over her as I moved to the other breast, feeling her lift up slightly off the bed, pushing the breast up to me so she could feel my lips and the ice on her and when there was only a small piece of ice left I moved up to her mouth, she could feel cold water drop onto her lips and then my lips on hers, the ice swapping mouths as we kissed, until it was gone and it was just our tongues entwined, our lips locked.

And once again, I pulled away. I looked down at her, watching her breathing, almost sighing, the skin on her face and chest flushed with arousal, I could feel my cock harden. 

"Oh god. you are so beautiful, I want you so much baby."

"I want you too. So untie me so I can touch you." She responded, her voice slightly hoarse.

"Oh you'll feel me darling, but I'm not untying you yet."

I stood up and started to undress. She, still blinded and laying on the bed, could hear the swish as I dropped my shirt to the floor and then jingle as I undid my belt, pulling down the zip and pulling my trousers and boxers off in one movement, reaching down and taking off my socks.

"Now we match!" I laughed. "Well, almost, I can see YOU! 

"I'm looking you up and down now, I'm looking at your mouth, wanting to kiss it softly, at your neck, wanting to nuzzle into it, gently bite. Now down over your breasts, they look so gorgeous, full and round, your nipples standing proud, my eyes wandering over your belly, looks so soft and sexy, I want to kiss it softly, stroke my hands over it, down to where I'm looking now," I paused, "your beautiful pussy baby. 

"I want to stroke between your lips, feel you so wet and warm, want my lips on it, tongue slipping into it, tasting you baby."

"ahhhh, you're not even touching me and I can feel shivers running through me!" She moaned in response.

My hand was round my erect cock, stoking it slowly, pulling it up and down. 

"I'm touching myself now baby, my hand is around my prick," my voice was becoming a little shaky, "it feels so hot and hard. I'm stroking it, looking down at your naked body!"

"Oh don't tease me!" She sighed

I moved round to the bottom of the bed and climbed on and over her, my legs either side of her, she could feel my hard cock against her belly as I moved up her, my lips once again locked to hers, we kissed so deep, hard with passion, she could feel my cock jerk against her belly. 

I pulled away and knelt up, my legs either side of her hips, almost sitting on her, my hands on her soft belly, stroking gently over it, fingers lightly tracing over it, I looked down at her face, the silk blindfold still over her eyes, her lips slightly parted, breathing in small sighs as my hands stroked up over her breasts, softly squeezing them, stroking over the soft skin, my palms rubbing over both nipples, feeling them harden under my touch, my fingers circling round them, then tweaking them gently, rubbing them between my fingers. 

"Uh, oooh, baby, your touch feels so good." She moaned softly.

I moved up and reached for my glass once again, she could feel my hard cock jerk as it moved on her breasts, could hear the last piece of ice tinkle against the side of the glass as I took a drink, the ice falling into my mouth. 

I put my glass back on the table and sat up, moving back down her body till my mouth was over her pussy and taking the ice out of my mouth I said with a deliciously evil tone, "I have something special in mind for this last cube of ice." 

I lowered it to her pussy, the cold water dripping onto her skin, making her shiver and take a sharp intake of breath, I placed the cube on her skin, just above her pussy. She could feel it cold against her, the melting water trickling slowly down onto her pussy as the large cube began to melt from the warmth of her body. 

I parted her legs further and moved between her thighs. I picked up the ice with my mouth and placed my lips, with the ice between, on her pussy.

"Ah. Uh baby. Oh that's cold but sooo good." She moaned, lifting her arse from the bed, pushing her pussy against the ice and my lips, my tongue pushing the ice between her lips, rubbing it over her clit, she could feel the freezing ice and then my warm lips and tongue on her, the difference in feelings making her body judder. 

"Uh. oooh. this feels so, uuh, good." The ice water dripping down her pussy to her arse as I licked the cube round her pussy, getting smaller all the time, till my tongue and the ice was over her wet hole, tongue pushing it into her, she felt it melt, the water mingling with her juices, feeling my warm tongue inside her, tasting her, slipping in and out and then licking up and flicking over her clit. 

My fingers began stroking slowly up one thigh, till I could feel her pussy, slipping my fingers deep into her as I lapped over her clit, circling round it with my tongue, building up pressure and speed, as her wet pussy gripped my fingers as they slid slowly in and out of her, my tongue hard against her clit, lapping over it harder and faster, my fingers sliding so deep into her.

"Uuuuh. Oooh. God baby. Uuuuh. Ahhhh. I'm going to cum. Uuuuhh. Baby. You feel so good!" 

She pushed her pussy up against me firmer than before. My tongue flicking at her clit, my fingers sliding in and out of her, feeling so warm and wet, my mouth hard against her, feeling her pussy ripple around my fingers as she came. 

"Uuhh ahhhh god ahhhh!" Her body juddered as her orgasm went through her.

"Untie me!" She demanded, panting furiously, "I want to touch you baby"

I moved back up her body, kissing softly as I went, my lips on her belly, slowly moving up to her breasts, then on till they were on her neck, kissing softly, gently biting, my lips moving to hers, mouths open, tongues entwined, she moaned into my mouth as she felt my hard cock against her wet pussy, I leaned on one elbow, my other hand slowly stroking up her side till it was at her face, cupping it as we kissed, then up and pulling off the blindfold, moved my face away from hers to look into her eyes.

I got up off the bed and moved down to untie her ankles, she watched me as I moved, her eyes never moving away from my hard, thick cock. 

"I want that!" She nodded in the direction of my impressive erection, "I want to stroke it, want it between my lips, both sets!" 

I moved up round the bed and untied her hands and she got up and pushed me onto my back onto the bed and then climbed between my legs, moving up till her hair was down over my belly, softly tickling me, one hand stroking slowly up my thigh, her nails tickling over my arsehole and up to my balls, softly taking them in her hands, gently squeezing as she sunk her lips slowly and softly down around my hard cock, feeling it jerk into her mouth, feeling it grow harder. 

"Oh fuuuck baby oooh god that's good!" I moaned loudly as her tongue ran slowly up the length of me, her fingers tickling round my balls, her other hand round my cock, slowly stroking it up and down, pulling the skin back, her tongue flicking over the head of my cock, taking it between her soft lips, her tongue licking the underside and over it, tasting my precum as it started to drip out, her mouth sinking down around my hard cock, one hand pulling the skin down as she went, her other continuing to work their magic on my balls. 

"Uuh Jesus darlin! Oooh fuck baby! That's sooo hot!" The words almost exploding out of me.

My cock felt so hard and huge inside her soft warm mouth as she moved firmly but gently up down its length.

"Oh baby. Ahhhh. I want to make love to you uuhh I want to be inside you!" 

I lifted my head and looked down at her as she glanced up at me, her lips still around my cock and winked at me. She looked absolutely wicked.

With one last slow lick up my length, she took my cock from her mouth and moved up my body, kneeling astride me, my hard cock in hand, holding me at the entrance to her wet pussy, stroking the head against her softly, then slipping it into her as she sunk down onto me, my cock going so deep inside her, feeling her heat and wetness surround me. 

Her hands were on my chest as she slowly lifted up and then down again, I moved my cock up to meet her, sliding in and out of her as she moved on me, both of us breathing hard, moaning together. 

She could feel my cock jerk inside her as she began to grind slowly against me, her pussy feeling so soft, wet and warm, like moist velvet, I reached up, my hands going around her back and pulled her down to me. We kissed hard and deep with ferocious passion, mouths open, tongues fighting, panting hard into each other, her beautiful wet pussy surrounding my hard cock as she moved up and down on me, moving faster as our passion built, kissing so deep, my hard cock sliding in and out of her, both of us moving faster, she pushing down on me hard as I thrust up to meet her, my hardness deep inside her. 

"Oh lady, you feel so good. Uuhh oooh baby I love to feel you, I love being inside you, ahhh, I'm gonna cum honey uuuuhh oooh!" I moaned breathlessly, feeling that familiar ache deep in my balls and stomach. 

"Oh god ahhhh uuhh me too baby! uuh" 

She felt my hard member jerk and pulse inside her, felt it grow bigger as I thrust deep up into her, my cock throbbing and as I released into her, I felt her orgasm around me as her pussy rippled, and she collapsed on top of me, my arms holding her close to me, both of us out of breath and satisfied.

We lay together a while, our breathing subsiding, I held her softly in my arms, her head on my chest, I kissed the top of her head.

"I need a drink," she said looking up at me, "we got any ice?"

"I had some," I replied with a sly grin, "but it melted!"



Touch



"Touch me, please. You know so well just how I like to be touched," my baby begged.

Baby was no baby, but she liked it when I called her that. She was five feet nothing of sheer blonde hotness - twenty years past being a perfect miniature Barbie, but even more attractive due to the ampleness that time had given her bosom, the gentle curve of her hips, even the pillowiness of her belly. She kept in great shape – athletic calves, sculpted thighs, pumped biceps, defined shoulders. She made a tank top and shorts as sexy as anything most women ordered from Victoria's Secret. 

Yes, I knew just how she liked to be touched. Though she was married to another, we had spent decades giving in to the fatal attraction between us. Inevitably, guilt would crush down on her soul, and she would swear off sex with me, sometimes avoiding temptation by not even seeing me. Just as inevitably, she would return, like a moth drawn to a flame. 

Because I knew how she liked to be touched, and no other man did. Certainly not her hapless husband. 

"Plain vanilla man, not even sprinkles on top," that was how she described her sex life at home. 

She said it that way because it made her chuckle. Otherwise sex with hubby was something she preferred not to discuss, or think about, a duty, a chore, a bore. Sex with me was her treat. We had discovered early on that we shared many of the same kinks. Sure, I was more perverse than she would ever dare to be, but that was part of what made our strange non-relationship work. I had enough other lovers to play out my more extreme passions; she had just enough of me to add a swirl of colour to her beige reality. 

Today, she was sprawled across my favourite chair, drinking wine at lunch, venting about the world. Her knees were splayed far apart, the soles of her feet touching, demonstrating great flexibility. This tilted her pelvis upward, her tight white jeans caressing the crease of her quim. I wondered which lacy lingerie she wore today. 

The spandex in her T shirt held the cotton tight to her chest. Her breasts were lifted toward my eyes. When we had met she had favoured sports bras, which mashed her mounds against her ribs. Working in public service, she thought this would help her chest not be a distraction. After I pointed out that her sensitive nipples almost constantly poked out unrestrained by the Lycra slings, she had switched to underwire padded bras. No more "is it cold or are you just glad to see me?"

I grinned at her from my perch on the couch a foot away. She wanted me to put down my wine glass and lean over, lift the loose bottom edge of her shirt, and run my expert fingers up to explore whatever bra she wore today, my wrists twisting to allow fingers to slide inside lace, cup flesh in palms, teasing erect nipples. She was picturing my head moving in unison with my hands, my lips meeting hers, our teeth parting, our tongues twining. 

Instead, I lifted my wine to my lips and took a purposeful sip, allowing my red painted tongue to linger outside my lip, caressing the edge of the glass. If I had spoken at that moment, I would have said, "This is how I lick your clit."

But it was more effective to allow the silence to speak. 

Her delicate little fingers were balancing her wine glass on her knee, her nervous desire causing them to tap out a tune, the only sound in the room. Then I became aware of hearing her breathe. This made me look directly at my lover. I loved how her chest heaved in excitement. 

So I slowly shook my head from side to side, telling her that no, I wasn't going to touch her. At least not then. Not because she demanded it. Not just because I knew just how she liked it. 

She tossed her hair wildly, framing a gigantic mock pout. I grinned. I knew that my baby would not seek release elsewhere, or at least not without my permission. She would not even touch herself without permission as long as I was around – she had open license to self-pleasure in my absence. 

"Drink some more wine," I instructed.

She complied, slowly raising the glass to her lips. Just the tip of her tongue stabbed out to taste a drop of bright ruby liquor off the rim. She lowered the glass, rolling that red stained organ along her lower lip. Then she licked all around the rim, her lower jaw slack, her eyes hooded, her brain obviously advanced beyond simulating oral sex on glass. Finally, she tossed her head back, her swan like neck exposed, vulnerable, as the rest of her wine poured into her gullet. 

Her arm relaxed, hand with glass dropping beside her on the couch. Carefully, she brought her face forward, mouth open, showing me that her tongue was painted red, speckled with great huge remnant drops of her treat. Neither of us needed to say out loud the thought we shared – but for the redness, she looked like she had just swallowed a load of semen. The red however, suggested something far more daring and violent – she looked every inch the sexy vampire. 

I lifted my own glass, drinking deeply, counting slowly to thirty, my eyes never leaving hers. 

"I know how you like to be touched, but I still want you to show me," I said as I finished my drink. 

She lowered her glass, placing it on the low table between us. As she leaned back into the comfortable sofa, her hand casually slid up under the loose bottom of her top, exposing a tantalizing flash of pale flesh which increased. My attention, however, followed the motion under the sweater. Her right palm cupped her left bosom gently. She paused, grinning.

"Is this what you want?" she breathed.

"What do you want?" I challenged back. 

"Touch makes me so wet, you know." Her voice seemed lost in a dream. Her eyes no longer met mine, dancing off into the distance. 

My nod was both acknowledgement and permission. 

Her arm moved slowly, her hand kneading her flesh. Her shoulders relaxed, her neck flexed, her head dropping back against the upper edge of the couch. Delicate motions suggested that her fingers had slipped inside the bra. I could tell that she had not pulled the bottom away from her ribcage, so knew that it must be one of her fancy underwire styles, and that her nails had eased the inner edge of the cup away from her cleavage, and that her hand was now curled around that flesh from the upper middle, wrist bending to allow her to reach down to her nipple. 

Just as slowly as the hand had travelled that far, it withdrew, but only long enough for her to lift that hand to her lips, her tongue carefully extending to lick them until they were dripping wet. Her fingers retraced the journey up inside the bra, and she began teasing her nipples, moving back and forth between them. The motion lifted her shirt enough to expose just a flash of red satin bra. 

"I'm so wet," she moaned. 

I wondered whether she would unbutton her jeans and begin that part of this journey, but instead she lifted her shirt higher, allowing me to watch as she eased the bra away from her tits, exposing them to my hungry eyes. I just had a second to register that she had indeed worn one of my favourite bras, lacy with flowers that kissed the inner surfaces of cleavage. Two of her fingers worked on either side of her swollen, excited right nubbin while with her other hand, she had started making slow circles around her left nipple.

"I'm wishing that these were your hands, your lips, on my skin," she sighed, as she began rubbing a little bit harder.

I watched, feeling my cock throb in my pants, my balls tight to my groin, every nerve ending in my body engaged, ready. 

She continued teasing her tits, but her hips began shifting, doing a little dance of their own on the sofa.

Her eyes again found mine, held them, silently asking.

"You may touch your clit," I allowed.

The jeans were skin tight. Her fingers fumbled with the button, then when it popped open, she lifted her ass slightly, which tilted her cunt out and up toward me. I felt my shoulders shift slightly, cautioned myself not to take the bait and lunge toward her. 

Her hand travelled along that soft succulent belly, and then swiftly pushed her very feminine ruffled lace panties aside. Two of her fingers found either side of her swollen, excited clit and she started moving them in slow circles.

"I'm thinking about how much I love you to touch me like this, and then to fuck me like this," she said as she began rubbing a little bit harder, a third finger thrusting between her labia. 

She touched herself a little harder, pulling her nipples roughly as her other hand began fucking her cunt- there was no other word to describe the motion. Three, then four fingers thrusting deep into her gash, the thumb making her clit dance in front of my eyes. Her head was thrown back on the couch, thrashing about. 

"Oh, Master," she moaned. "I wish these were my Master's hands; his cock."

As she spoke of my cock, she rubbed herself harder. 

"Fuck me Sir, please," she begged even as she continued toying with herself. She tugged the edge of her panties into her slit, fucking herself with the fabric. I could tell that she was getting closer to climax. 

I was rigid, still trapped in my pants. She was oblivious to the effect she had on me, her eyes closing as she drove herself closer to the edge. After all these years together, I knew the signs - the teeth jutting out, digging into the bottom lip; the tiny preorgasmic ripples building, starting in her shoulders, then making those magnificent tits jiggle, before rippling down her belly toward the center of her excitement. A telltale moan escaped her mouth.

It took restraint not to rise out of my chair, grab my baby by the hair, haul her up off the couch, bend her over and fuck her brutally from behind without pause or warning. Except I knew that she would love that too much. The little voice in my head even wondered whether she would prefer it in the cunt or the ass. If I decided to fuck her, first I should tease her, slide my hands over her body, tug on her nipples as my cock slid along her ass, between her thighs, poking at her wetness, and then moving on. Perhaps even give her a few spanks - hand or belt, she would love either. I pictured her juices flooding down her legs, soaking her to her knees, dripping onto the hardwood. Begging me to fuck her. 

"Not yet," I told myself, except I spoke the words aloud, so baby heard them. 

She froze.

Without thinking about what I was doing, I rose up from my chair and moved toward her. She instinctively twisted away but I got to her first, towering over her crouched figure. I stood her up and turned her around so her ass was raised toward my face. I removed my belt swiftly one-handed and stroked the leather along her skin as I slid the other hand between her legs to feel her wetness. She squealed, startled as my fingers probed her cunt, and my thumb stretched her ass open. Her moaning increased. Her body trembled; the scent of her excitement filled the room. I felt her body shudder, the dam about to burst into a full fledged climax. 

"Please, Master," she begged through her tears, "let me come. Fuck me if you wish."

Her voice dropped to a faint whisper, barely audible. "Fuck my ass if that pleases you, just let me climax."

"Not yet," I growled, stepping back from the edge of the couch, releasing my baby. She just lay there whimpering, the nearness of her explosion denied still making her ass quiver. Her back was dappled by goose bumps.

"Soon," I whispered, answering the question she was too obedient to ask. 

I sat her upright and kissed her forehead. She looked up at me with puffy, tear reddened eyes, the trails still drying on her cheeks. I gently stroked her body.

"Your hands are so big and warm, they comfort me so," she said.

"You're such a good girl," I smiled down at her. "I love you."

Her breath was still shaky, as she relaxed, comforted by her master's discipline. "I love you too. You take such good care of me."



Touch



I reach out and touch you; stroking my fingers along your face, caressing your cheek. You lean into the touch, and my hand strokes your face, brushing the fingertips along your jawline. My lips lightly kiss yours, feather-light, a hint of what I feel and an infinitesimal fragment of the desire I feel for you. My other hand comes up to the back of your head and gently wraps around the back of your head. I use it to pull you into a deeper kiss, this time sliding my tongue in and out, gently teasing your mouth, swirling my tongue around yours, My hand begins to stroke your hair, running my fingers through it, combing it down to your shoulders, withdrawing, and repeating the process. 

My other hand slips down your back, lightly pressing through the fabric of your shirt, until it comes to rest in the small of your back. It slides under your shirt, brushing your bare skin, all the while our tongues continue their duel and I stroke your hair. The hand on your back begins to trace patterns on your skin, slow loops, fingers ghosting across your back, under your shirt, fingers occasionally dipping beneath your jeans and panties. My other hand has cupped your face again, assisting my lips in dominating yours. It then slides down your face, my palm pressed lightly against your skin, down your neck, fingers brushing lightly against your shoulders, then continuing the pressure over your shirt. The hand comes to rest on your breasts, and cups one through your shirt and bra. It gently squeezes and twists through the two layers of fabric, the feeling coming through although muted by the clothes between it and you. 

My hand slips up your back, still under your shirt, and comes to your bra clasp. One handed, it unclasps your bra, surprising you briefly as you had been distracted by the hand in the front and my mouth on yours. The hand resumes tracing circles on your back, small at first, but growing slightly larger each loop. The hand on your front shifts until it can grasp the material of your bra through your shirt. It gently tugs it aside, leaving your bra on your body but freeing your breasts inside your shirt. It resumes cupping and caressing your tits, but now adds in some light pinching of your nipples, feeling them grow hard through the fabric of your shirt. 

The kisses by now have left your mouth, travelling down your face to your neck, which is exposed as you have drawn your head back enjoying the sensations across your body. My tongue skitters across your neck, leaving a slightly wet trail, caressing lines across your graceful neck. The hand on your back has finally reached your shoulder blades under the shirt, and slowly pushes your bra straps off of your shoulders, leaving it resting on your arms under the shirt. The hand on your back then moves upward, still touching your skin along the center of your back, dragging the shirt with it. My mouth breaks contact with your neck as the fabric of your shirt rises above it, then resumes kissing your lips, keeping your shirt only partially off, covering your eyes but leaving the rest of your top unencumbered except for the bra straps on your arms. I keep the shirt there for a few moments, ghosting the hand on your front around your body, caressing your waist, brushing your shoulders, sliding around to your back, enjoying your surprise at being kissed while unable to anticipate where my hand will touch you next. 

I finally pull the shirt all the way over your head and discard it, my mouth never leaving yours, my tongue resuming it's challenge to yours. As they continue to french, my hands slide your bra straps off of your arms, letting it fall down your body to the couch, ignoring it for now.

One hand goes back to your back, caressing up and down your body, slipping my fingers beneath your pants at the bottom, then caressing and stroking your hair as it travels back up your body. My other hand withdraws from your body, and I draw back from your delightfully ravished lips. You open your eyes, slightly disappointed by the lack of your lips against mine, and see me gazing at your topless form. You see the desire in my eyes, the knowledge that your body is perfect to me. You blush for a moment under the scrutiny, but are drawn back into the sensations of the moment when I reach forward with my hand, pointer finger outstretched. I touch you in the center of your chest, lightly with the one finger. It then traces a loop around one of your breasts, gently tracing a loop around the outermost parts. It spirals inward, towards your nipple, until it finally reached it. On arrival, it gently 'flicks' the nipple back and forth a few times, as I enjoy the pleasurable look on your face while I do. 

My middle finger joins the pointer, and both retrace the circles back out from your nipple, looping your whole breast. The fingers then glide across to your other breast, never breaking contact with your skin. They repeat the process with the other breast, teasing you with the gentle touches and fingertip caresses. This time, when my fingers reach your nipples, they gently pinch it between them, and give it a slight twist, relaxing, then tugging on it, not hard enough to cause pain but hard enough to tease you even further. It then continues as before, alternating between your two breasts.

The hand teasing your back slides under your jeans, under your panties, and cups your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze then withdrawing. Both of my hands slip down your body, trailing touches across your skin and reach your pants. They grasp your jeans and panties together. Seeing what I am doing you briefly stand, allowing me to pull them off of you, leaving you completely nude in front of me. My breath catches, and you see how aroused I am, how aroused you make me. You sit back down, conscious of my eyes on your body, my hands beginning to run up and down your legs, caressing your calves, brushing across your knees.

My hands begin to roam at will. Your shoulders, your waist, your back, your tits, your legs, your ass - all are targets of my caressing, touching, gentle pinching. Finally, as if drawn to it and unable to resist it, my fingers trace across your thighs, the inside of your legs, brushing ever so lightly across your pussy, so light a pressure as to almost not be touching at all. One finger probes at your opening; just barely entering you, then pulling out of you. It rubs your wetness against your legs, further showing me how turned on you are. It then goes back to your pussy lips and slides in, up to the first knuckle. 

My other hand moves to your breasts, and begins to see to their pleasure, rubbing, caressing, twisting. I bend over and my mouth latches on to one of your breasts. My tongue traces circles around it, my teeth gingerly nibble on your skin, my mouth sucks on it. 

The finger in your pussy has begun to move - in and out, in another knuckle-length, out almost completely, but the movement is agonizingly slow, teasing your already aroused body even further. Finally, you are unable to bear it any longer and your gaze meets mine, the begging clearly visible in your eyes. With my mouth around your tit, you feel me smile and acquiesce to your desire. My finger picks up the pace in fingering you, in and out, in and out. Abruptly, a second finger joins the first at the same time as I bite a little harder on your nipple. My hands continues to play with your pussy and your breast, while my mouth begins to kiss and lick it's way up your body, up your neck, and to your lips, where I proceed to kiss you passionately again. By this time, I slide a third finger in, and am pumping in and out, in and out, fairly quickly. With the amount of teasing you have already received, it is not long before you are cumming, your pussy gently squeezing my fingers within you, your mouth panting into mine. I keep pumping my fingers in and out, in and out through your entire orgasm, prolonging it as long as possible, before slowly withdrawing my damp fingers. I give you one final kiss, one conveying satisfaction at having teased you so long, then having allowed you to cum, knowing that it was all my doing that caused your pleasure.



Touch



You had business in Georgia that I didn't know about, coinciding with the week I had the house to myself. I wasn't aware that you were coming to the States, unknowing that as I slept, you were sneaking inside my domain.

I awoke with my hands tied to my headboard, a blindfold of some sort covering my eyes, rendering me blind. I panicked, struggling against my bonds, feeling the rope dig into my skin until you spoke.

I had never heard your voice before, but I knew it was you. Sensual and appealing, it was more than the exotic lilt of your voice that gave you away; it was your phrasing, the way you pieced your sentences together, the endearments no one else called me. I relaxed a bit. I was still confused and curious, but no longer felt any fear. 

You explain that you were there to show me what I was missing, to cure what you termed my "frustrations". You ask if I am willing to allow you to do this; I know that, if I decline, you will have release me immediately. Part of me considers this, but the rest of me is curious and a little thrilled. I nod my consent.

Immediately your fingers start unbuttoning my nightshirt, parting the fabric to reveal soft flesh underneath. Your fingertips lightly stroke my skin...just barely skimming the surface, teasing nerves into life. For several minutes you continued, gradually drawing closer to my nipples, watching my chest rise and fall in anticipation. 

Your thumb grazed across the surface of my nipples, causing me to gasp softly. While your hands begin manipulating my breasts, you lean down and kiss me lightly, lips moving across my face and down my throat. You nibble on my ear lobes, tugging them gently with your teeth...trailing small bites down my neck and shoulders, across my collar bones. 

Moving southward, your mouth eventually closes over a stiffened nipple and I moan, shifting toward you. Your tongue flicks over it and you delight in watching my body react, spending several minutes alternating between kissing and licking each nipple until I am panting, moaning my need for more, unable to lie still beneath you. 

Your hands pull down the waistband of my pants, dragging them over my hips and past my calves, tugging them off completely. I lie there in darkness, heart beating rapidly, air cooling the wetness I can feel at the apex of the my thighs. I feel your lips against my stomach as you kiss your way down, past my naval, while your hands stroke the outer and inner contours of my thighs, coaxing them apart. 

I moan softly as your fingers move to my center, lightly stroking my slick folds before one slides inside. I gasp, my breathing harsh. You continue, feeling the tightness of my channel as you slide in and out, stretching me slightly. After a minute or so you curl your finger upward, searching for that little bundle of nerves; when you find it I squeal, arching upward, seeking more. You gently force a second finger inside and I groan loudly, the sensations almost too much to bear. 

You lean close, your lips teasing my swollen clit, tongue sliding around it, circling several times before flicking across it. You feel my body tense, telling me to let go and cum for you. Your tongue descends on my clit again and all the sensations sweep over me, my body shuddering in release. 

I feel your hands leave me, your lips trailing kisses up my torso, your weight shifting as your body straddles mine. You kiss me deeply, thoroughly; your voice in my ear you tell me that you are going to penetrate me now, if I am ready for that. I give my consent. Your hands reach down, gently pulling my legs open wide as you settle between them. I feel the head of your cock nudging my entrance; you press forward insistently. 

I gasp as it pops inside. You gradually sink into me, savoring the sensation as my body stretches to accommodate your girth, until you are fully embedded. You hold still for a moment, continuing to kiss me, giving me time to adjust before you withdraw again. 

Then you thrust hard, causing me to groan against you. You set up a rhythm, long hard thrusts with shorter, shallower ones. The head of your cock presses against that cluster of nerves inside me with each thrust, causing waves of pleasure to course through me. Your breath becomes harsher, heavier as you move, your hands roaming across my skin; my body arches as your pace increases. As you move your fingertips find my clit, stroking insistently. I cry out, convulsing in orgasm. You feel the clenching of my channel around you and you thrust hard and deep, grunting in my ear as you release your cum inside me. 

You collapse on me, skin on skin. Both of us breathing hard, exhausted and satiated. I thank you, asking you why you didn't start with the spanking you always tell me I so desperately need; you explain that there is plenty of time for that, you have a few days to spare.



Touch But Don't Look



[Author's note : All characters in this story are fictional and depicted as over 18]

*

Four weeks ago I was a sulky blind kid who didn't have a date for his senior prom.

Three weeks ago my fairy godmother said, "You shall go to the ball."

Two weeks ago she went back to her own life, leaving me to get ready for college.

One week ago I quit trying to make my family understand my choices and left early.

This week, I'm in Boston, settling into my new, independent life and learning my way around the city I'm going to call home for the next few years.

My name? Robbie Pugh -- and, please, no jokes about Blind Pugh. I heard them all in school when we read Treasure Island. I'm reading American History at Harvard, starting this fall. That fairy godmother I mentioned? She's Bernadette Kennedy, known to a generally shocked America as B and to her lovers as Honey B. I'm proud to say I am one of her many lovers and it doesn't matter how much scandal associates itself with her very public behaviour, I know -- know, mind you, not think -- that she is a warm, generous and beautiful person without whom none of my new life would be possible.

The week I spent with Honey B, culminating in my high school prom, was the most amazing, exciting, craziest time of my life. She taught me everything I know about sex -- I thought I knew quite a bit, but I was wrong. She's paying for my college place, paying for the hotel I live in -- Ok, that's not strictly true. The hotel is actually paid for by her... I don't know what to call Eric. He's more than a boyfriend, less than a husband. Let's just say he's her main squeeze. Anyway, Eric Kruppa -- Yes, that Eric Kruppa! Millionaire playboy, pornographer, photographer and notorious hedonist -- Eric has kept a suite at The Marriott since he graduated and inherited his father's business empire. He's maintained close links with his old Fraternity and visits here often enough to warrant keeping a suite. I haven't met Eric yet but, because of B, I'm living 'under his roof' for the next three years.

B, beside everything else, is one of the smartest people I've ever met. She knew long before I did, that I'd be in Boston sooner rather than later. When I called her to say things had got unbearable at home, there was already an open ticket for me at my local airport. By the time I got to Boston, she'd mobilized a limo from the hotel to pick me up and, when I reached 'my' suite, B's magic wand had filled the closet with new clothes, labelled shelves, hangers and drawers in Braille and had one of the bedrooms rearranged as a study. It won't be the last time I say this, but B is amazing.

Living alone is a new experience and, so far, a lot of fun, but breakfasting alone sucks. I tried it for two mornings before deciding that the coffee shop in the lobby was a much better option. That's where I am now. Finishing my second cup of coffee while I start this journal. I wonder what B's doing right now.

* * * * *

"More coffee, Robbie?"

"Thanks. Sorry, I don't recognise your voice." So many waitresses, so little time.

"No reason you should. I'm hypothetical." Her voice was a warm contralto with a west coast accent.

"Helen?" I guessed immediately that she wasn't actually a waitress.

"No. I'm Kelsey. B thought she'd better send someone a little closer to normal -- Just to see how you're settling in." She sat down opposite me.

"The coffee was a nice touch. A good ice breaker." And clearly a ruse to introduce herself.

"Thanks. I thought so too. So? How are you coping with Boston?"

"Fine. The staff here are taking excellent care of me. I'm missing B, but she didn't need to send you to find that out."

"Well maybe I'll be able to help with that."

"Hypothetically?" I recalled my conversation with B about other women.

"Robbie, B's told me everything you two did together. More. She showed me."

"Showed you?"

"Your tape recorder wasn't the only record. B has a little camcorder of her own."

"You said you were 'normal'?" I found myself unsurprised at the revelation about the video camera. Somehow it made sense: B would never keep anything private that she could possibly make public. I didn't for a moment feel betrayed by her. I love B too much to hold such indiscretions against her.

"Closer to normal. Normal for 'B World'. I can still count my lovers on my fingers... Ok, fingers and toes, but only if I include the girls."

"Ok. I think I understand normal now. How long are you here for?"

"As long as you want. Think of me as a girl you've just met. We'll hang out together, swap stories, get to know each other and see where it all leads. Ok?"

"Sure." I was sure I already knew where it would all lead. Consider the source: B wouldn't have sent Kelsey here to be a platonic friend. B doesn't do platonic.

"You can practice your seduction technique." Kelsey suggested.

"I don't have a seduction technique. I've had precisely one lover and she seduced me. I've only asked a girl out on a date once."

"And?"

"And she said no." I'd crashed and burned after that rejection, but B had turned up and pulled me out of the wreckage of my old life.

"Well that sounds like a good place to begin." Kelsey sat back and waited.

"Ok. Kelsey, would you like to go out sometime?"

"Sure, Robbie. When?"

"It's a warm day: A picnic maybe?"

"Oh, I can't today. I'm meeting my boyfriend at 1... Just kidding!" Kelsey's hand closed around mine. It was the first time we'd touched. "It's a great idea. Shall we go for a walk first? You can show me Boston. I've never been here before."

"I've only been here a week myself. We'll probably get lost."

"So? Getting lost together might be fun. C'mon." She stood, tugging on my hand until I got up too.

"Kelsey? May I?" I reached tentatively for her face, curious what she was like. Some people find it really disconcerting being 'seen' by the blind but it really does help us to relate to people.

"Be my guest." Her fingers on the backs of my hands directed me to her face and she was very patient while I mapped her features.

Kelsey was a couple of inches taller than B; curly hair, tied back; a longer nose than B's; high cheek bones; thin lips but quite wide and she was smiling when I touched them; no moustache, very thin eyebrows; a strong jaw line; good skin; bigger earlobes than B, not pierced. What's this? A necklace. I ran my fingers along the warm metal and burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" Kelsey's voice was really very pleasant to listen to.

"Your necklace. It's got Braille on it."

"It's B's actually. She lent it to me. She said you'd like it."

"That girl!" I shook my head ruefully. I've said it often before but it bears repeating: B is amazing.

"What does it say?" Kelsey was apparentlygenuinely oblivious to B's secret message.

"It says 'Touch but don't look.'"

Kelsey laughed too. I guess it wasn't the first time she's been set up by B. "Shall we go for that walk now?"

"Lead the way." I took her arm.

* * * * *

Kelsey was very pleasant company. For one thing, she smelt terrific. That's more important than you might think but consider the facts. I can't see girls, so what a person 'looks like' to me is defined by sound, scent and touch: usually in that order. Kelsey had quite understated perfume so it hadn't grabbed at my attention when I was mapping her face, but being my guide dog requires that someone be very close and perfume that had been under-whelming in the coffee shop was just right when we were arm in arm. Too many times, I've found women's scents overpowering: I don't rely on my sense of smell for navigation, the way I rely on my hearing, but it does help and I notice it's absence when I have a cold -- or when all I can smell is perfume.

Anyway, the point I was trying to make was that Kelsey ticked all the boxes. She sounded sweet, smelt sweet and the warmth of her arm against mine raised pleasant thoughts about soft skin and warm flesh. For all these reasons, and because B had sent her to me, I was doing my level best to be charming and entertaining.

"Did B really tell you everything?"

"I think she must have. She started with your Mom's letter and finished with your farewell fondle at the airport. I don't think she would have missed out anything in between." [Homecoming Queen]

"In that case, you've heard all my interesting anecdotes. Life before B was kind of dull." I didn't mind that B had shared all the intimate details of our time together.

"And we've broken the first rule of dating." Kelsey observed.

"Which is?" I knew, but was trying to keep the conversation going.

"Never talk about your ex lovers."

"B isn't my ex. At least... I hope not." I felt sudden trepidation. I'd had a few moments of panic when the thought crossed my mind that B might have exhausted my novelty value.

"Relax." Kelsey picked up on my tension. "She'll be back soon. You have three years tuition to work off."

"Did she say that?" I couldn't hide my excitement. Honestly, I didn't really try.

"Yes. But... Robbie? ... Breaking the first rule of dating is one thing -- B's a special case and she's important to both of us -- but it's really unflattering to sound so excited about her when you're with another girl." Kelsey was gentle about it but I took her point.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that." I trust I sounded suitably contrite. "This really is new to me. Dating."

"There must have been some." Kelsey tacitly accepted my apology and moved on. "What about Kelly?"

"That was B again. I never guessed that Kelly had any interest in me. I must have been blind."

"Robbie!" Kelsey playfully slapped my hand for making a bad joke.

"If I didn't laugh at myself, I'd cry. Besides, it lets everyone else off the hook if I mention it occasionally. You have no idea how often I hear uncomfortable silences when somebody realises they've mentioned seeing."

"Ok. Since our mutual friend has spoiled all your stories, want to hear some of mine?"

"Isn't it the second rule of dating? Don't spend the whole time talking about yourself?"

"Well, if you don't want to hear-"

"I just meant-"

"Teasing you." Kelsey halted us both. I felt her breath a moment before her lips touched my cheek. It was over in a moment and we were on the move again. "I think we'll have to break all the rules of dating. Want to hear how I met B?"

"I suppose it'll pass the time." I tried to sound casual. Yes, of course I wanted to hear her story. Not just because it was, in part, a story about my Honey B, but also because I'd heard B's brief version one night in Boise and the full, unexpurgated version was likely to be just as stimulating.

"You really do know how to make a girl feel special." Kelsey's contralto couldn't hide the sarcasm.

"Teasing you." I stopped us this time and turned towards her. Kelsey let me place a palm on her cheek to navigate by and seemed unsurprised when I 'missed' her other cheek with my lips. Kelsey's mouth opened slightly and our first proper kiss became much more worthwhile.

"Whoo Whee! B wasn't exaggerating." She rested her cheek on my shoulder and hugged me tightly. "She said you were a prodigy and I see what she meant." Kelsey didn't even notice that she'd mentioned seeing to a blind man. I told you the bad jokes put people at their ease.

"You were going to tell me your story." We were on the move again. Prodigy! B really said that?

"Let's get some groceries first... And somewhere quiet for our picnic." Kelsey steered me into a store and I carried the basket while she filled it.

Under a shady tree in the quietest corner of the Riverway, We ate bread and cheese and cold cuts, drank apple juice out of plastic wine glasses and I listened to Kelsey's titillating tale of how she hung onto her virginity for so long, how she decided Eric was that special someone she'd been saving it for and, most interestingly, How she actually gave it up to him. Believe me, she was very candid and her tale was very titillating. [That Special Someone]

* * * * *

"I'm so glad you didn't tell that story while we were walking around." I was very glad to be sitting down. If I'd been listening to a recording, I'd have had one hand full of Kleenex and the other full of... well you get the idea.

"Its so cute that you're still shy. I remember when I used to worry about things like that too." Kelsey held my hand. "Stay in B World much longer and you'll stop caring what the rest of the world sees. That should be easy for you, really."

"It should, shouldn't it?" I cannot express how relieved I was that Kelsey had broken the taboo about mentioning my lack of sight. I was really warming to her. "But its easier for girls -- If you get turned on, it isn't conspicuous."

"You think?" Kelsey lifted my hand to her shoulder. "What am I wearing?"

I traced the shoulder strap of her top. There was only one strap. "No bra."

"I said what am I wearing? Not, what am I not wearing?" She was motionless.

I felt my way along the neckline. "Not a lot. It's very low cut... Oh my!" I inadvertently brushed a nipple that was trying to poke through the cotton less than an inch from the edge of her camisole. "Sorry." I apologized by reflex.

"Don't be. Still think they're not conspicuous?"

"Point taken, but... next time you want me to touch your breasts, you only have to ask." She could have just said that nipples stick out, so I suspected an ulterior motive and called her on it.

For answer, she moved to sit with her back to me, reclining against my chest and drawing my arms around her. I could feel my erection pressing against her back so she must have felt it too. "I'm asking." Kelsey guided my hand back to her breast.

I pressed my face into her hair and breathed deeply, one soft tit cupped in my hand, its hot, hard bud pressed against my palm. This was the moment: the first time that I'd actually wanted to be intimate with someone other than B. And since B had created this situation, it wasn't betrayal; there would be no guilt. And I didn't think that through until later. As I inhaled Kelsey's fragrance and felt her heartbeat through her breast, all I had on my mind was how much I wanted her.

"I was supposed to play hard to get." Kelsey moved slightly against my painfully hard penis.

"You still can. We don't have to break every rule."

"We don't have to." Kelsey agreed. "But we're going to."

"If it's any consolation, you're already officially harder to get than any of my previous lovers: All one of them."

"I know, but she's a slut. I'm supposed to be the nice girl: The one you could take home to meet your folks. Put your hand inside... That's better." Kelsey moved my hand so that the cotton of her top was no longer an obstacle.

"You are the nice girl. This is nice." I squeezed her tit.

"Like that girl after your prom? Kelly?"

"Yes, like Kelly. She's a nice girl and she let me do this too."

"And what else did she let you do?" Was that an invite?

"I think I've found one of the rules of dating that's worth keeping." I took my hand out of Kelsey's top.

"Pardon?" She sat up and turned to face me.

"Always leave them wanting just a little more." I think that one is actually for the girls but I was going to use it anyway.

"No... No, no, no. This is so wrong... on every level. I'm playing hard-to-get and you're practicing seduction. That's what I came to Boston for."

"And I'm blind. I read Braille and your tit has been practically shouting 'Robbie, I'm yours.' for the last few minutes. Not so?"

"Busted!" Kelsey flung herself back at me. This time, while we kissed, my hands found their way into the back pockets of her jeans.

"Get a room!" I have no idea who yelled at us, but I am indebted to them for their timely and inspirational advice.

"We really should." Kelsey agreed with... whoever.

"I know a good hotel a few blocks from here."

"So what are we waiting for?" She got up, helping me to my feet. "Lead the way." Kelsey's arm snaked through mine.

"Smart ass."

She giggled and let me rearrange our arms so she could lead.

* * * * *

"Nice!" Kelsey let go of my arm as soon as we got through the door of the suite. Her voice put her in the middle of the reception room. "Been there... done that... and that's me!"

"Been where? Done what?" Hello? Confused blind guy over here!

"The pictures on the wall. That's Helen, that one's our mutual friend and that one over there is me, pre-ravishment."

"You're pointing at things, aren't you?"

"Oops." Kelsey came back down to reality with a bump. "Yes... I was... Sorry." By the time she'd got to 'sorry', she'd also got to me and wrapped her arms around my waist, hugging me tight. I nuzzled her hair and silently forgave her. She smelt and felt wonderful and the erection that had dozed off during the walk back from the park was waking again as I inhaled her fragrance.

"I didn't know Eric had decorated this place."

"I'm not surprised. Eric is always running out of wall space. I wonder who's in the bedroom."

I didn't resist when I was dragged along behind Kelsey. "Who?"

"Me and you." Her back was pressed against me now and my hands were folded across her smooth, firm abdomen. I was wondering how long she was going to ignore my hard-on.

"And on the walls?"

"All me. I think B decorated in here just for this occasion."

"So I've been sleeping with you for a week?" I thought it sounded like one of B's tricks too.

"So it would seem." Kelsey's ass moved against my erection. At last!

"Pre or post?"

"Oh, these are all post-ravishment: Very much so. I wish you could see them, Robbie."

"I can't, so you'll just have to show me in person." I moved my hands down her belly and unfastened the buckle of her belt. All that practice, undressing B, was about to be put to the test.

Kelsey only moved the minimum required to allow me to completely undress her. I resisted the urge to touch her any more than absolutely necessary until she was absolutely naked. Then I started at the top. She was smiling as I touched her lips, finding one fingertip briefly sucked between them and tickled with her quick, moist tongue.

She was patience itself as I mapped her body in exhaustive detail, noting her reactions as I briefly touched the sensitive zones at the nape of her neck; the backs of her shoulders, just where the crease of her armpit starts; the ripples of her ribs either side of her breasts; her areolae, naturally.

"What big breasts you have." Not really. I would have thought so if B had been my only frame of reference, but Kelly had given me an insight into the range available. Kelsey's were bigger than B's but not much.

"All the better to pillow your head with."

Running fingertips underneath her breasts made her giggle, as did my exploration of her navel, a vertical ellipse with a small knot in its centre that seemed perfectly balanced between being an innie and an outie. I traversed the contours of her waist and hips, feeling the architecture of her pelvis under her firm but delightfully smooth flesh. She giggled again as I traced her spine all the way down to the first hint of the cleft between her buttocks. Kelsey was evidently more ticklish than B. I knelt and continued, feeling the shape of her buttocks as I reached around her thighs.

"What a big ass you have." It was the biggest I'd ever felt -- biggest of two that is.

"All the better to sit on your lap with." Kelsey's voice, sweet enough all day, was low and even sexier. If I hadn't had her naked under my hands, her voice alone could have given me a boner. Everything she said sounded like 'fuck me'.

I moved my attention from her firm bottom to the backs of her thighs and found more of those erogenous zones that made her shiver as I touched them.




Touch But Don't Look



"You missed a bit." She chided.

"Just saving the best 'til last." I had actually missed a bit: deliberately. B had made it clear that not all girls are into the stuff she let me (encouraged me) to do to her ass. Not wanting to do anything to spoil the mood, I'd decided to wait until I was sure I was welcome there.

"Whoa!" Kelsey's legs nearly buckled as I caressed the backs of her knees and down her calves. I said she was ticklish.

I left her feet for later too. We'd been walking a lot this afternoon. I'd wash them for her later -- I was already planning a shared bath in the enormous tub -- and examine them thoroughly then. B had laughed at my interest in washing her feet and teased me about being a foot fetishist, but she squealed like a girl when I tickled the undersides of her toes with my tongue. I spent a week trying to find a part of B's body that wasn't erogenous but failed.

Back to the task in hand. I stood, uncomfortably aware of a prodigious hard-on trying to straighten itself out in my pants. Kelsey let me linger over her hands and wrists. Just as my hands serve in place of my eyes, so the hands of others give me insight into a person that touching their face cannot. Kelsey had lovely hands: soft, well manicured, slender but not too bony. Her wrists were slim and, when I raised one to my lips and laid the gentlest kiss on it, she pressed her soft palm to my cheek and moved closer: too close to do anything but kiss her.

"What a big cock you have." She squeezed me through my jeans.

"All the better to fuck you with." It was really uncomfortable now.

Kelsey came to my rescue when she started to unfasten my belt. "Promise?"

"Just as soon as I've finished looking at you." I felt a moment of relief as my pants dropped, freeing my erection to spring to attention. Kelsey grabbed it again.

"Good, because If you'd actually bothered to check, you'd know how ready I am." She sounded impatient, but in a good way.

I reached from where her crotch should be, found her hip and worked sideways to encounter a thin strip of short-cropped hair.

"Pubic hair. How novel!" I followed the downy carpet down to the puffy, start of her labia, sliding two fingers in between her pussy and her thighs, just as I had done with Kelly -- except Kelsey's underwear wasn't in the way. It was a wonderfully warm place to hide and my fingers came out slick with moisture.

Lifting those two fingers, I anointed my own lips, spreading her secretions like lip balm then lapping at the rest. I could smell her musk too, much stronger now than her perfume and seriously arousing. "Mmm." A sincere gesture of appreciation.

Kelsey kissed me again, her tongue forcing it's way into my mouth, sharing the spice and musk of her juices on my lips.

"You promised." She dragged me by that convenient hip-height handle, walking backwards until the bed caught her as she toppled, dragging me down on top of her.

"And I'm a man of my word." I moved a little, trying to settle my hips between her spreading thighs.

Still firmly grasping Little Robbie, She guided me between her pussy lips. "Then fuck me." Her voice was husky with pent up lust, as I pressed into her pussy until I could delve no deeper. "Aah." She sighed as our pubic bones met.

It felt wonderful, just resting inside her like that, but I had a promise to keep and I am a man of my word. I put some effort into it, grinding into Kelsey's delightful flesh, calling on all the tricks I'd learned under B's tutelage -- ok, under B -- and all my reserves of self-control, to not come too soon. I need not have worried about that, Kelsey was howling like a banshee in minutes, her pussy throbbing around my cock as she shuddered with the intensity of her orgasm. I got ambitious then, pushing on, desperately holding my fire, wanting to take Kelsey to a second orgasm. I caressed every erogenous zone within reach as I fucked her, my balls aching but will power still holding back the moment of release.

At last! Kelsey started to wail again, writhing and shaking as her second orgasm wrung her glands out, drenching the bed under us as I drenched her insides with a torrent of boiling jism.

"Fuck me." Kelsey whispered as she relaxed, panting for breath with me slumped on top of her.

"I just did."

"No. I mean..." It dawned on her that I had understood what she meant. Her palm landed hard on my ass. "You... That was amazing. I see why B called you a prodigy."

"A prodigy?" I felt ten feet tall at that. Everyone likes rave reviews.

"You don't think I'd have come all this way if you'd been rubbish in bed, do you?"

"Just how far did you come?" I could feel a lot of wetness between us. B had told me about female ejaculation but I hadn't actually managed to make her do it. This was my first first-hand experience of it and I was curious.

"Far enough that we'll need another bed tonight. Is there still a second bedroom in this suite?"

"No. That's now my study. No bed. B said to just ask the desk for an extra room anytime I need one."

"Better idea." Kelsey wiggled out from under me. I heard her pick up the phone. "Housekeeping please... Good afternoon, I'd like a change of sheets for Mr Pugh's suite please... Yes, as soon as possible. You'll have to use a passkey. We'll be in the bath for the next hour... Thanks." She cradled the phone. "There! The legend begins."

"Legend?" I was just thinking how embarrassed I was going to be around the maids. This was bound to become gossip.

"It's a hotel. You think they won't know why the bed's wet? They're used to this sort of thing. Robbie, there is nothing sexier than a man that you know is good at pleasing a woman and when they see this bed, they'll know just how good at it you are. Now let's go and get clean. We have a dinner reservation at Ernesto's." She buzzed me and wiggled entirely free of me.

Ernesto's: That was the restaurant B had taken me to for our first date.

* * * * *

Bathing with Kelsey was fun. I got to inspect her toes most thoroughly, first when I washed her feet, then when she let me kiss each little piggie in turn, even when I tickled them. I really think I could turn into a foot fetishist with just a little encouragement. I'm just guessing here, but I reckon I'll have more than a little encouragement if -- when -- B gets wind of it. My darling sponsor likes to indulge people's fetishes.

"Don't stop." Kelsey said as I paused in my oral examination of her feet.

"The maids have arrived." I felt unaccountably shy of continuing with 'the help' only a closed door away. Perhaps because Kelsey had not been what you would call quiet while I sucked her toes.

"Robbie Pugh, if you don't stop being silly, I'll... I'll fake the loudest orgasm since Meg Ryan and they're sure to hear that."

"You wouldn't."

"Wanna bet?" She started moaning theatrically, getting into character.

"Ok. You win." I lifted her foot up again and tickled between her toes until she sounded almost asthmatic, she was laughing so much.

"Uncle!" She finally conceded defeat.

"That's great! Now the maid's have gone, you want to be quiet." I feigned disgruntlement but I don't think I pulled it off.

"What can I say? B's a bad influence. I used to be such a good girl."

"Ok, we'll blame B. She wants to be the queen of scandal anyway. She corrupted us both then threw us innocents together and we have to make the best of it. Agreed?"

"Agreed. Robbie?"

"Yes."

"Now you've had a chance to compare, what do you prefer? Shaved or unshaved?"

"Eh? Oh. I don't know. Your curls are very tactile, which is great, but they tickle my nose."

"Is that why you spent so little time down there?"

"Actually, no. You were so insistent on me keeping my promise, I didn't have time."

"And after that?"

"After? Kelsey, I'm not that keen on the taste of my own jism. I know you're probably used to guys who don't mind that but I'm not one of them." I'm really not. I tried it once, with B but it was quite a turn-off and licking a girl's pussy should never be a turn-off.

"Actually, in Eric's household there's generally a girl on hand to do the honours. Eric and Parry would much rather watch another girl clean up the mess they've made. It was actually B's job -- paid job -- for a year. Didn't she tell you?"

"She told me."

"So back to my question. Shaved or unshaved? There's an easy way to find out." She moved, the bathwater surged as she stood up and repositioned herself.

I'm not sure how she got into whatever position she got into, but I found myself with a face full of freshly washed pussy and -- unaccountably -- no excuse for ignoring it. It tasted slightly soapy for a few seconds then got much more interesting. Quite wonderful actually: I've tasted two now and they're different but equally delicious. Kelsey was more savoury than B, there was something familiar about that taste but I didn't make the connection right off. I found her clitoris and teased it until she was trembling -- adrenalin or fatigue at the awkward position? -- then flicked the tiny button to turn on her orgasm and listened to her squeal as she ground her pussy against my mouth, moving her hips up so that I had no choice but to delve my tongue deep inside her wet hole, licking the hot mucus from her insides as the walls of her vagina throbbed and she came, loud and long. No squirting this time but, still, I felt I'd demonstrated my prowess.

"Who knew?" She gasped as she splashed back down in the bath, sending waves up the sides and, probably, all over the floor.

"Who knew what?" I thought I'd done pretty well.

"Who knew that B was capable of understatement?"

"Explain?" I guessed she meant I'd done better than she'd been led to expect, but I wanted to hear her say it. Male ego is so fragile.

"She said you had talent but..."

"Well I'm glad you weren't disappointed." I was hard as rock and wondering why it was my hand around my cock at this point.

"B was definitely right when she said you fuck like a guy but touch like a girl."

"Is that good?" Hello? Hard-on to Kelsey. Hard-on to Kelsey. Can I get a little TLC here?

"Very good. Women are much more gentle than men. That thing you do to see us..."

"Mapping?"

"Is that what you call it. Anyway, that was the most amazing foreplay. I've never been examined so closely, or so gently." Finally, she noticed my cock. "You know, those things make a hell of a mess if they go off while you're cleaning them." Water surged again and her mouth closed over Little Robbie. At last!

I relaxed, let go of myself and surrendered to Kelsey's tender care. Her mouth felt great, and her hands, cradling my nut sack and circling the base of my cock, were -- well, let's just say it was all good, especially when she sucked my balls -- that was new. I almost came when she did that but managed to hold my load until her mouth was hermetically sealed around my cock again. Then I unloaded in fine style, spraying hot jism across her tongue and the back of her throat. I know it isn't politically correct but that instant of male domination and conspicuous female submission is incredibly satisfying.

I was surprised, after our antics, that there was enough bath water left to wash in, but there was a lot less on the floor than I'd been expecting.

We weren't even late for dinner.

* * * * *

"Good morning." Kelsey came into the bathroom.

"Morning. I tried not to wake you." I'd got up early, showered and was standing by the washstand naked, shaving. I would have been wearing a towel but it wouldn't stay on with the hard-on I was sporting. I'd woken up with it and Little Robbie was disinclined to go back to sleep so I wore him proudly.

"Don't you ever cut yourself?" Kelsey kissed the base of my neck as she passed me and sat on the toilet.

"No. People think you have to see to use a wet razor but it's actually more about touch and I'm good at that." I could hear the splash of water on water as Kelsey emptied her bladder.

"Good. I'll grab a quick shower then you can shave me." She stood, flushed and turned on the shower.

"You?" Did she mean...? Surely not.

"Last night you decided you preferred smooth pussy."

"But..."

"Its all about touch, right? Look, if you don't want to, I can always go and get it waxed."

"No... I want to." I really wanted to. "Its just... unfamiliar territory."

"Unfamiliar? After last night? Hardly, Robbie. Worst case scenario: You nick me. So? Do you have any idea how much waxing hurts?"

"Ok, let's do it, before I come to my senses."

The shower went quiet and I heard Kelsey moving around. "Ready." She'd perched on edge of the tub.

I knelt in front of her and found her legs already spread wide. Locating her pubic hair by touch, I sprayed a little shaving foam onto it and massaged it well in. At least she only had hair at the front -- her labia were already smooth. It took a while to remove even that small strip though because I had to keep getting up to rinse the razor. Not that I was in any kind of hurry. Eventually, Kelsey ran her fingers over her pubis and pronounced it...

"Perfect."

"Not sore?"

"Well... a little. Perhaps you should kiss it better." Kelsey's usual warm contralto voice was suddenly much younger.

I didn't need asking twice. I lavished kisses on that smooth mound, working slowly but surely down to her hidden clit, teasing it into life and flicking it with the tip of my tongue until Kelsey was almost on the brink of her climax. I found her vagina with my fingers and plunged two inside her, pumping them back and forth as I tormented her clit, sending her over the edge into freefall orgasm. She squealed with delight and shook with the power of her ecstasy... and she squirted. The fingers had been all the extra encouragement she'd needed and I got my first mouthful of female ejaculate. I lapped at the brief deluge eagerly until she stopped shaking and sat up. I took that as a signal to stop, removed my fingers and sucked on them, enjoying a final taste of her climax.

"I'm glad yesterday wasn't a one-off."

"So am I." Kelsey sounded tearful. I reached up to her cheek: It was moist.

"That bad, huh?"

"That good." She slipped off the edge of the tub, onto her knees in front of me and kissed me forcefully. I know I'm new to all this stuff but I get the impression its gonna take a lot longer to understand women than I originally thought. "What would you like for breakfast?"

"Waffles. But first I need to shower again. Somebody just came all over me." I stood and Little Robbie still stuck out in front of me.

"And this?" Kelsey stroked my erection affectionately.

"And that."

* * * * *

"Mmm. Good waffles." Kelsey spoke with her mouth full.

"Aren't they? I'm going to get fat living here."

"Not with the amount of exercise you're going to get."

"If servicing you lets me have guilt-free waffles every morning, I guess it's worth it. Ouch!" My leg stung where she'd slapped me.

"You deserved it."

"I never said waffles were the only reason."

"Want a bigger shovel? You're digging a pretty big hole for yourself."

"Actually, I hate waffles, but I need them so that I'll have enough energy to give you the sort of physical attention you so richly deserve and which it is currently my honour to provide." I laid it on thick.

"That's better. But I'm still going to shave your balls tonight." She'd threatened this after blowing me in the shower. I thought she'd been joking.

"Why?" I still hadn't got a reason out of her.

"For the same reason you shaved me. Whiskers tickle. Trust me. You'll thank me for it afterwards."

"It sounds like a practical joke. Did B bet you that you wouldn't get me to do it? How much do you stand to win?"

"That's paranoid. No, B didn't put me up to it. I just don't want to be flossing with pubic hair every time I put your balls in my mouth." She made it sound almost reasonable.

"Ok. But if I ever find out that money changed hands, I'm gonna expect 50%"

"Fair enough. 50% of nothing is what you'll get." Kelsey finished her waffles and pushed her plate away. "Thank you." She said to the waitress who cleared the table for us.

"More coffee?" It was Ellie. I knew most of the waitresses by voice and Ellie's was one of the nicest. She always sounded like she was smiling.

"Please." Kelsey wanted another cup of Joe so I had time for one. It was a daft question to ask me: I'll always have another coffee.

"Thanks Ellie." I put my empty cup down to be refilled.

"My pleasure, Robbie." She filled our cups and left.

"My pleasure, Robbie?" Kelsey made it a question.

"What?" did I sound defensive?

"Who's been flirting with waitresses?" She taunted.

"I have breakfast in here every day and, being the only blind boy, I get remembered and people are generally helpful. So I know her name. So what? I don't even know what she looks like."

"Really?"

"Really."

"So you haven't done the fingers-on-face thing?"

"No."

"You should."

"Why?"

"Because she's the cutest thing I've seen since I got to Boston."

"Really?"

"Robbie, she's gorgeous. But don't take my word for it." Kelsey must have beckoned to Ellie because she came over to our table again. "Ellie, Robbie was wondering what you look like but he's a bit too shy to ask. Do you mind if he touches your face? I know it sounds weird but it's his way of seeing people."

"Sure. What do I do?"

"Just squeeze in next to him... That's it... Now stay still and let him do it all." Kelsey shut up and let me map Ellie's face.

"Thanks Ellie. It's good to know what you look like at last."

"You should have asked sooner." She chided me sweetly.

"I would have, but some people get a bit freaked out by the whole hands-on thing."

"Silly." Her elbow nudged me. Kelsey was right about one thing. Ellie was definitely flirty... Ok, so she was right about two things.

"And you were right." I said to Kelsey.

"Right?" Ellie asked, having missed the earlier part of our conversation.

"I told him you were very cute." Kelsey explained.

"And you are. You even look good to a blind boy."

"Really?" She seemed pleased with the blatant flattery.

"Really."

"That's so sweet." On an impulse, Ellie leant close and planted one on my cheek. "But I've gotta get back to work." And she was gone.

"You should ask her out sometime." Kelsey suggested.

"No way."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm surprised she hasn't already heard about us, but she will have by tomorrow."

"And since when did you know so much about girls?" Kelsey's voice had laughter in it.

"I don't but-"

"Girls like bad boys. I bet she has heard the gossip... Robbie, this'll sound weird but your handicap isn't... at least in this instance."

"Explain please." Kelsey was right about it sounding weird.

"Your blindness makes you appear vulnerable and the rumours of your sexual prowess make you an alpha male. You've got us both ways: We want to mother you and have your babies."

"That sounds crazy."

"So? Want to have a friendly wager on it?"

"Wager? On what?"

"On you getting Ellie to wrap herself round your dick."

"You are crazy." As if a blind guy who'd never successfully got a first date was going to get anywhere with a girl described as 'the cutest thing in Boston'.

"You think? Ok. Here's the deal. I'm gonna fly back to Manhattan tomorrow morning -- really early, so you'll have to eat breakfast alone -- and I'll be gone a week. If you've fucked Ellie by then, you get my ass... I know you like anal sex, Robbie. Deal?"

"No." It was an appalling idea.

"What have you got to lose? There's no penalty for failure."

"One: Ellie's a person. She has feelings and being the subject of a sordid bet would, I am sure, hurt them. Why would I want to do that?

Two: She's cute? Then she's almost certainly got a boyfriend. I wouldn't want her to cheat on me, so it's not right to ask her to cheat on him.




Touch But Don't Look



Three: I just don't believe that pitch about vulnerable alpha males. It's bullshit." I guess I sounded angry. Before she answered, Kelsey moved to my side of the table.

"Robbie, it was just a test. You've just come up with three good reasons why girls will want you... Why I want you... One: You care how we feel. Two: You don't want to hurt anyone. Three: You aren't stupid." She kissed me in a way that, until now, I'd only experienced when naked. It was like having sex with just our mouths.

"That was not nice." I was referring to Kelsey's fake bet, not the kiss. The kiss was very nice.

"I know but I'm going to forfeit."

"Really?"

"Really." She nuzzled my neck. "You'll be the second guy ever to have my ass. I still run away screaming if Eric even mentions it."

"Second guy? Who was first?"

"Well I couldn't think what else to give Parry for his birthday."

"You're joking?"

"No. Want to hear the whole story?"

"Later. I need to go to the campus this morning. I have to meet with the Head Librarian."

"Ok. I'll tell you tonight, while I'm shaving your balls. It'll help keep your dick out of the way."

Too right it would, if it was anything like the stories B entertained me with. But right now my coffee was cold and there wasn't time for a refill.

"Just a minute." Kelsey halted me outside the coffee shop and just left me there.

"What was that about?" I asked when she took my arm again, about a minute later -- not time enough for the ladies' room.

"Just telling Ellie the rumours are true: That you're great in bed."

"Funny." I didn't believe her. "I've finally remembered what it is that you taste like. Paprika Pringles."

"Really? I've never tried them."

"I don't think they do that flavour in the States. We had them in London when Mom and I went there on vacation."

"And they taste like my pussy?" She seemed amused at the idea.

"Or your pussy tastes like them."

"My pussy is twenty three years old. How old were the Pringles?"

"Less than that." I agreed with her logic, absurd as it was.

"I'm going to ask Eric to import some. I want a second opinion."

"Get him to send a tube here then. I'll do a proper comparison."

"Oh, I will. And if you prefer Pringles to pussy, I'll join a nunnery."

* * * * *

"...Well, even though I'd given Eric my virginity and was exploring the brave new world of heterosexuality with the help of B's frat boys, I was still not up for anything more intrusive than a finger in my ass." Kelsey was clipping my pubic hair with scissors, ready for shaving. "I know that wouldn't normally be a problem but all the guys I was seeing had been passed on to me from B or Helen: often both. If B sets you up on a blind date, you tend to have high expectations."

"That's true."

"And have I fulfilled those expectations?" Kelsey pointed out that B had set me up with her.

"You know you have. Even before you..."

"Get fucked in the ass?" Kelsey finished the sentence for me.

"Exactly. Anyway, I can ask the same question of you. After all, I really am a blind date."

"And you can have the same answer: You know you have. Even before you..."

"Sounds like you're looking forward to this as much as I am," I was a little surprised at that. Just a little.

"I did wonder why you didn't just go for it last night. I've seen how much you like it, remember."

"B told me a lot of girls don't... She said sneak up on it and read the signs... I thought..." It sounded lame in hindsight, which even blind people have 20-20. "I guess I thought too much...huh?"

"Men often do. For future reference, if it smells of soap, go for it. Girls who don't like it generally aren't as fussy about hygiene. If she's cleaned house, she's expecting visitors."

"I'll remember that." I chuckled. It made sense, in a perverse, B-logic way. "But we've wandered off-topic. You're supposed to be telling me about Parry."

"Ok. Parry loves ass. He's been into it since he started fucking Helen. Meg was never up for it so it was only a fantasy for years but after Helen found out he'd been her best customer when she was working nude web cams, she knew all his fantasies and made them all come true. Then she introduced him to B, who... well, you know what she's like. So anyway, Parry's ass-addicted and now he and Meg are living in Manhattan, he gets his fix very regularly. Helen did persuade Meg to let him do her, once. She didn't have any fun and told him no, not ever again, and if he wanted to do that, he had two other girls ready and eager so accommodate him."

"Seems fair." Again, only if you're using B-logic. "Quite mature really, not feeling pressurized into trying to keep her husband out of younger women's beds."

"Out of younger women, full stop. Meg's cool. She's like everyone's mom and refers to us all - except Parry - as kids, even when we're fucking her.

So it was Parry's birthday two weeks ago but Helen and B were here, deflowering pledges at the frat house, so poor Parry had nobody to sodomize. It solved two problems: I hadn't thought of anything to get him as a gift and I really wanted to get past my own reservations. So I gift-wrapped a bottle of lubricant and crawled into bed with him and Meg." Kelsey paused her anecdote while she cleared away the remains of my pubes and got a bowl of warm water and a razor.

"And?" I was as stiff as she'd predicted and impatient for the rest of the story.

"And it took him about two seconds to cotton on. I think me being on my hands and knees as I gave him a birthday kiss might have been a clue too. Meg took charge of the lube and put on a bit of a show to get Parry really in the mood."

"What sort of show?"

"Well, while I was birthday-kissing his dick, all he could see was my pussy and Meg's tongue circling my ass hole -- it's only the penetration bit she doesn't like.

I could feel him getting harder by the second. Then Meg worked a couple of fingers in with the help of a squirt of lube and made sure I was really ready for him.

A quick rearrangement of the players and he was in, balls slapping into my pussy lips as he sank all the way in on his first thrust. It actually felt really good. Better than plastic - which I'd tried a lot of -- because I knew how much it meant to him and that made it special for me too. When he started stroking in and out, Meg got in front of me so I could lick her. Parry really gets off on seeing girls do Meg.

He lasted about two minutes before yelling loud enough to wake Eric and coming inside me.

Eric was a tiny bit peeved that he hadn't got to photograph the loss of my last vestige of innocence -- I think he was more peeved at not getting it himself -- but he was gracious about it. After all, it was Parry's birthday treat and he did get to take some pictures of my ass after the fact, while I sucked the birthday boy back to life. You know, Robbie, there's a major humiliation trip going on when a guy's doing your ass. That's why they like to see you suck their dicks right after. But, it really does get them ready for more."

"I don't want to humiliate you." That certainly wasn't my motive.

"So why did your dick twitch when I mentioned sucking Parry's after he'd come in my ass? It's ok, Robbie. Power play is a part of sex."

"So did Eric get his pictures second time around?"

"No. They tried DP'ing me."

"DP'ing?"

"Double penetration. Parry in my ass, Eric in my pussy. It takes two guys who are very comfortable with each other. It was too much though so I got spit roasted instead. That's one in the ass, one in the mouth -- not always in the ass though, Parry slipped out a couple of times and stuck it back in my pussy instead. Parry came but Eric didn't. It takes a lot longer to get Eric off than most guys. He has amazing staying power as well as amazing size." She sounded wistful as she reminisced about Eric's legendary penis. "So Meg took Eric back to his own room and we didn't see them until dinner time -- Meg could barely stand up. Lucky bitch."

"And you?"

"I was fine. Parry hasn't got the strength Eric has. I can take all he's got... and did. And now, Mr Pugh, it's your turn to give me all you've got." She towelled off my crotch, now smooth as hers -- I had barely noticed her working down there -- and handed me a bottle of... something. I didn't need telling that it was lubricant.

* * * * *

I didn't take Kelsey up on her offer right away. She'd been talking about power play: Ok, so if I'm meant to be 'the man' let's be the man. All my lovers so far -- all two of them -- have been complimentary about my foreplay, so I started at the very beginning, taking Kelsey to the bed and touching and kissing her from head to toe, lingering at the more obvious sites of interest during my grand tour, sucking on her nipples until they were so erect that even that delicate, puffy outer zone was engorged and swollen and she couldn't hold back her sighs of pleasure as I drew them into my mouth.

Her navel came under a lot of scrutiny too. I've decided I really like belly buttons. I wonder if all girls are ticklish there or if I've just been lucky twice. Kelsey giggled and squirmed but didn't complain that I was taking my sweet time getting to the point. Well? I'm supposed to be the man, right?

I was eager to try anal sex when B first offered it, but I haven't been laid often enough to be bored of pussy yet. I was looking forward to Kelsey's ass but not to the exclusion of the rest of her. Girls' bodies are a new and exciting playground for me and I want to go on all the rides. Now that I knew nothing was forbidden, I wanted to enjoy all of her, not just stick my cock in her ass so I could tick off another 'been there/done that' box.

Maybe this doesn't make sense, but I think my blindness has a lot to do with my attitude. I know a lot of effort goes into appearance and that just seeing a girl naked is enough to get most young guys horny. Hell! There's several industries based on that principle. All that effort is wasted on me and I could be in a locker-room full of naked cheerleaders and not know it.

Basically, what I'm trying to say is that I needed all the foreplay, even if Kelsey didn't.

I got as far as her pubic bone before I skipped down to her feet, flipping her onto her belly so I could easily lift her feet, soles up, to suck on her toes. I love it that Kelsey's so ticklish. Making her squirm is as much of that power play of hers as I really want.

I kissed my way up her calves, kneading the firm muscles as I went, reaching the erogenous zones that stretch from the backs of her knees all the way up her inner thighs. Now she wasn't giggling, just moaning softly into her pillow and easing her legs apart for me.

When I did reach her bottom, the muskiness of her crotch was overpowering. My fingers slipped straight into her pussy as I tested to see how wet she was. I could feel her own fingertips curled protectively over her clitoris, her long nails grazing my knuckles as I eased my hand back only to add another digit. She moaned louder and her vaginal walls squeezed against my fingers. I realized I wasn't going to need that bottle after all.

I'd teased Kelsey long enough. My head dipped and my tongue traced the cleft of her buttocks, slightly parted, until it found the slightly wrinkled depression that circled her tightly closed anus. I probed it with just the tip of my tongue, finding the same soapy taste I had in B's ass hole. There are worse things to taste. Kelsey's hips lifted, pressing her ass upward against my intrusive tongue. I felt something else move and she settled back onto the bed but her backside remained elevated, presented as a gift to me. She'd stuck a pillow under her pelvis. I licked from my embedded fingers, over her perineum, across her anus and on, all the way to her coccyx before returning the bulk of my attention to that tiny ring of muscle.

I worked patiently, persistently probing and massaging her sphincter until it started to yield and let my tongue probe deeper. She struggled to lie still for me, her voice just muffled, incoherent moans and sighs, lost in a duck down pillow. Her fingers strummed her clitoris and her pussy throbbed as three fingers slid slowly between those velvet walls.

Then the three fingers were gone and a different moan escaped her mouth: Almost distraught. Not for long. I needed those fingers, that moisture bubbling from the cauldron of her pussy. Easing one, then two of those fingers back into her, I eased her anus wider, twisting and pumping slowly, gently, gauging whether her juices would be enough.

The stray third finger eased into her ass, making her push up hard against my hand again. It was time.

I moved, poking my hard cock between her thighs, taking three attempts to find her gaping pussy and sink into it. Withdrawing after that single deep thrust, I slid my now lubricated cock along the valley of her butt cheeks, drawing back, trying to find my mark.

Kelsey's fingers found me first, guided me and placed the tip of my cock right against her slick ass hole. I pressed forward, felt resistance, felt her relax, felt the muscle slacken and felt myself slide deep into her. She wailed, her face no longer buried in her pillow, bucking against me as the orgasm she'd be on the brink of for so long wrung out her glands. She did that ejaculation thing again, a hot gush of fluid soaking my freshly shaved balls, which felt... indescribably kinky. I hung onto her hips, rooted as deeply as I could be in her ass and rode out the long seconds of her orgasm.

As she relaxed under me, I lay forward, pressing her to the mattress and stroking her hair away from her neck to nuzzle it. Finding an earlobe, I nipped it gently with my teeth then whispered, "Ready?"

"Mmm." It sounded like an affirmative response to me. I began moving my hips, pumping my cock into her ass. I was very definitely ready. I didn't expect to set any endurance records here.

Her ass was divine: tight, hot. The submissiveness wasn't lost on me -- Kelsey was right about that. It felt great to be the man. As I picked up speed, getting into my rhythm, Kelsey found the power of speech again.

"Fuck me... Don't fuck around anymore, Robbie... Just fuck me." And her hips picked up the rhythm I was laying down, shimmying like a samba dancer, grinding against my pelvis. And thanks to her razor work, I felt every inch of that intimate contact so much more vividly. My skin, sensitised by the shaving, tingled as her hot flesh slid and slipped over it. She squeezed me tight inside her; her fingers sank into her own pussy, delving so deeply her knuckles pressed through the membrane between them and my cock. She must have had all four fingers stretching her pussy and they were moving like a jackhammer. I was close and wanted to come in a blaze of glory so I gave it -- gave her -- everything I had, slamming into her with all the power and none of the subtlety I was capable of. Kelsey screamed encouragement and clenched me tighter inside until I could hold back no longer and, yelling loud enough to let the whole hotel know, I came, jet after jet of hot jism squirted into her rectum and boiled around my twitching cock.

I think I must have blacked out -- like that makes a difference to a blind guy -- because the next thing I remember is Kelsey dabbing at my forehead with a damp facecloth and cooing reassuringly as if I was a baby in a cot. My head hurt.

"Stay still." She spoke softly as I tried to lift my head. "You hit the headboard."

"Ouch." The soothing cloth suddenly felt a lot less soothing. My forehead throbbed.

"There's no blood. Want an aspirin?"

"No thanks. It happens a lot. I'll be ok in a minute... No, don't stop." She'd taken the cloth away. It returned. Everybody likes a little TLC.

"Feeling better?"

"Yes thanks. Did we have fun? I can't remember." I lied.

"It was awful. You were awful. When I tell B, even she won't fuck you again."

"Liar."

"Ok, maybe she would, but B will fuck anyone."

"No, I meant liar, it wasn't that bad."

Her face was close beside mine now and her breath tickled my ear as she whispered in that oh-so-sweet bedroom voice she has. "It was amazing." I got my earlobe bitten this time.

* * * * *

I really did give Kelsey everything I had last night. I don't know what time we finally got to go to sleep but I do know she only consented when she couldn't actually revive Little Robbie. I learned some things along the way though, most memorably how it feels to have both your balls in a girl's mouth. She did that Listerine swooshing thing with her cheeks and got jism in her hair. I'm so glad I let her shave me.

"That was B." Kelsey put down the phone.

"I know." I could hardly miss the only conversation in the room and it's impossible to not eavesdrop when you hear your own name. You've gotta listen if they're talking about you, right?

"She sends her love."

"Tell her I prefer it delivered in person, not sent." No, Kelsey had not cured my infatuation with the Honey B.

"She will, when she gets back from Europe."

"Europe?"

"Eric's opening a gallery in London. He, B and Helen are all going." There was something hesitant in her tone.

"And?"

"And I really am going back to New York today, after all..." Kelsey hugged me, her cheek pressed against my shoulder and her hair fragrant under my nose. "I thought I was only joking yesterday but B needs me to open the gallery. She insists that at least one of Eric's models needs to be there. One of the big selling points of Eric's work is the opportunity to meet the girls who're going to flaunt themselves on your wall."

"And you have to go today?" We'd only had two nights together. I felt cheated.

"Only for a week... You could always ask Ellie for a date. I'll bet she'd love to help you pass the time."

"We've already discussed that. No." I thought I'd been clear on that score yesterday.

"You don't have to try and sleep with her. You said you've never managed to get a date? This could be a good time to try again."

"Ok." Ellie would be fun to get to know. I had to start making new friends in Boston sometime and Kelsey was right, Ellie seemed to like me.

"Good. B also said to call David if you get bored. Some of the frat boys are here for the summer, redecorating the house. There will be parties."

"When do you have to leave?" There was a hint in there, somewhere.

"Not until after lunch. Still want to go shopping?"

"Shopping can wait." I took her arm and turned us toward the elevators, I think.

"Good." Kelsey led the way.

* * * * *

"Breakfast alone again?" Ellie announced her presence at my elbow.

"Morning Ellie. Yes. Breakfast alone...Again?" I know Ellie wasn't here yesterday. It was her day off.

"My boss says you were in on your own yesterday too."

"That's the trouble with being famous: Everybody's watching." And do I like it that you checked up on me? Hell yes!

"Not everybody. You're not that famous yet." That was flirty. She slid into the seat opposite me: That was a good sign too. "So? Where's your girlfriend gone?" straight to the point.

"She isn't my girlfriend. Kelsey was here to see how I'm settling in. My sponsor sent her."

"You're too young to be an alcoholic."

"Funny girl." When would be a good time to ask you? "My sponsor to Harvard. I have a scholarship. She provides my suite here too."

"That's generous. You must be very bright." Ellie sounded genuinely impressed.

"It is generous, but Mr Kruppa keeps the suite here anyway so it's not all just for me."

"So who's your sponsor? You said 'she'."

"One of Mr Kruppa's models. Bernadette Kennedy... B."

"I've met her!" Ellie actually clapped. "They come in here occasionally. She's beautiful."

"She used to be my babysitter. Now she's putting me through school... And I agree. She's beautiful." But lets not talk about another girl. I want to talk about you.




Touch Ch. 01: Awakened



Awakened - I answered his post.

I had looked at the menu, cover to cover 3 times, between futile checks of my phone, before my best friend made it to the hostess stand.

Our wordless exchange of facial expressions:

ME: "where have you been?" 

HER: "what did YOU do?" 

ME: "what do you mean?" 

Then the peals of laughter - the kind to let the other patrons know she and I have NO intentions of being quiet and the server know we will be drinking hard, and tipping well.

It had been weeks since I saw Lani. First round of drinks were on her. 

We intended to check in weekly. Especially since I had developed a bit of an addiction to serial stranger encounters via online posts...I keep telling her she can't leave me unchaperoned for weeks at a time. 

It has been 5 weeks since we checked in. She has failed as a chaperone AND she was late - probably texting with Matt, I was sure of it.

There were other well-dressed African American women seated at the bar. They were their first and yet we had received our second round before the bartender made it down to them. Nasty looks shot my way, I was happy to use my charm, and boobs, to get what I wanted from the little cutie in a bow tie. Plus, with $3 Cosmos and my social conscious on silence, Lani and I were on full blast!

"See what had happen is ... I needed a massage ... so I met Scott at his hotel," I began. "Wait, what, wait" Lani's laughter had shaken big drops of the pink candy vodka from her martini glass, "who the HELL is Scott?" 6 weeks ago, I was telling her how intense Derek and I were. 

I tried to play innocent with a wide eye "Huh," but she did not let it pass. So with a deep dramatic breath, I spoke like a runaway train, "So Derek and I had a falling out because he wanted a "NSA" and I guess I wanted a "FWB" and somehow I was suppose to know that this all means something with online hook-ups ... that actually means separate things ... Aneeeee'WAY ... Derek thought I was too clingy so I was trying to prove to him that I wasn't by branching out ... and, really, I was trying to make him jealous ...but it just turned him on to hear about Joey, the beer friend, and Scott... especially Scott so I sent him emails over the past 2 days retelling the time Scott and I met." I pause, to finally looking away from the glass I cradled with both hands as the words fell out and at her, to see if she was digesting what I said. 

I recognized that look - concern, deep concern behind the smile emerging - she shook her head, ordered another drink, and gestures for me to continue my confession. I forgot my "encounters" sincerely shock her. Deep breath - I needed to confess. "So Derek wanted me to tell him about the guys I met since he and I quit seeing each other." 

I gave her my phone to read the email I sent to Derek - telling him, now her, about Scott:

First time we spent hours together...not really planning on having sex with him...but he was engaging...we had points of connection in common...we found we had similar "likes"...

About 3 hours into not being sexual...it became sexual. It was like I had never really had sex before - I don't mean it as a slight against you - I just received pleasure from him in a way I never had with even myself. And I am really good at making myself feel great, haha!

2nd time we met, I emailed Scott. I indicated I wanted to see him again...he asked to me come by in 2 days. It was But he ended up having horrible day at work...it was tense/stressed. It was great sex - just not as amazing at the first time. And when I went to shower, I realized he had been with another woman (because the floral shower gel and second body puff had been used) so that freaked me out.

I deleted his emails, twice, because I did not want to be one of many. I thought I came off too demanding with you...so I just wanted to keep my emotional (and physical) distance when I saw girl stuff ...I was done ... kinda.

3rd time, he contacted me. It was enough time to miss him/forgive ... we hadn't really said we were going to be exclusive. I like exclusive - that is who I am - but that first night was worth trying to recreate. Also it was his last night in town...so there was this sick girl logic that he preferred me over her and that worked for me at the time.

This time, we had no time limit. I did not have to rush home, I could enjoy his touch over hours...that was kinda amazing. 

Now I love writing erotica but somehow I am not sure you wanted that version...

Lani looked up from the phone, a bit hungry for more, and ordered another drink. I scrolled down to my next email. 

Derek knew I was a professor at the university and that I was going for full professor position, so I had to be discreet with my online encounters. Ever since I transplanted here from Indy, I craved to have a friend who was local, eager to meet as much as I was, and was discreet. 

Discretion is hard for a college professional who crave cubs. I found cubs enjoy the training - foreplay more than oral sex for me - it was always about the verbal play when apart and touch when together. Derek was an older cub who loved the verbal play - it was the only reason he ever reached out to me after we ended the sexual bit weeks ago. 

Scott is older than me and did so much more than touch my body with the passionate attention every woman craved. His touch, his intention, his passion and even his silent patience fired off every single sexual nerve in my body. Without promises or hopes for more - it was complete, we were complete. Sharing touch with him was like awaking from a dream and realizing I was living it each time. Derek wrote back he wanted every single detail - that his cock was so hard and that I was an amazing writer. I re-read the emails to see if it was worth sharing with Literotica readers. I figured it was easier to share how it happened in writing words, even though Lani and I were face to face - plus I could be 2 drinks a head of her if I am watching her read the words like my open letter e'diary.

So this is the 2nd email I found to Derek about the beginning of Scott and I:

His post was about connecting via asexual touch, an hour massage in his home.

Ok, a small lie, it was his "home" for half the month. He is a consultant from out of town. After texting back and forth from the parking lot, I finally agreed to meet him in the lobby before going to his suite for the massage.

I always found touch to be very erotic ... I did not know it before that night but touch can make me orgasm intensely - Scott awakened my body to the longest orgasm of my life - the waves of it came hard and violent the first time and crashed over me unexpectedly throughout the night. I orgasmed in my car sitting at the light long after I left. 

To visualize...he was staying at the Seelbach hotel. He was about 6'3"with dark strawberry blond hair and hazel eyes. Thin, athletic with a professional demeanor and vocab. His soft Northern voice was hard to hear at times, so I kept leaning in. Maybe that was on purpose, do guys do that? Scott had no facial hair, well-manicured nails and a fair amount of gray mixed in with with the ginger hair on his chest. 

So he told me that in his former career, he was a massage therapist...Don't laugh! Yes I believed him...he had no reason to lie. I was going there for touch. 

I think you know teach college biology. He knew more than lay people would ever know about the the body... and his techniques was very clinical, at least for the first hour of touch ...hahaha.

I was so nervous Derek. He had sent me a pic of the room; when I told him I don't go into hotels to meet strangers. But he indulged me, emailing me well past the time I was scheduled to meet him. Eventually, obviously, I got out of my car. He met me in the lobby and escorted me to his suite. The music was that soft, non-descript international music they play in the spa, and the massage table was set up between the sitting area and the king sized bed. 

I wasn't ready so to get undressed we sat and talked for quite a while on the sofa. There was this period of comfortable silence, he held me...our breath and heat becoming sync...I relaxed a bit. 

We talked...he offered a massage...but I still wasn't ready. I never got naked with beer friend...I wasn't sure I wanted to risk being naked with this guy yet.

Yet, with my back against his chest, I relaxed more. I was very comfortable because he only did what I was ready for ... no pressure like most guys do, even in person, just like he was in his emails. 

I hadn't had sex in a long time before Derek... and I ... I was really ready to feel full again. So I guess I knew I wanted to have sex with him before he really touched me - that was what scared me so.

After sitting there with him, with his arms wrapped around me, my back against his chest for several minutes in silence... we connected. My breath was in time with his. I felt his heart race against me but he did not move. I felt I could trust him...and when I felt that, I wasn't scared anymore. I wanted him to touch me.

I took a breath and said I'm ready. He took my left hand and led me to his massage table.

I stood for a moment, alone, before removing my dress and strapless blue bra and lacy panties to slip, naked, between two white sheets. I laid down on my breasts, with my face in the cradle. When I walked into the room, I was convinced I would make him respect the boundaries that I thought I wanted. But by the time I said I was ready, we said so much more in the silence than we ever did aloud. I did not have to say that I had changed my mind.

He worked warm oil into my skin - my back and arms. Finally stopping, just around my buttocks. Little circles, very soft then becoming deeper...pressing from the outer edges of my cheeks ... towards the middle ... finishing the strokes on my inner thighs. 

He did not to touch my thick brown lips. But by then, with the hour of connecting, breathing his air and feeling his heart beating against me, my body was already aching for him to give me more. He was so technical and clinical...I was reacting to his practiced touch although he had not once exceeded normal boundaries. 

I think he enjoyed seeing my evolution: from shy, to accepting; from warming, to melting.

He asked me to roll over. In a fluid covering motion, he replaced the top sheet with a medium size towel. Only then did the massage change to something much more sensual...much more sexual.

As you can imagine, my very full breasts were barely contained under the under the small cloth. My dark areolas exceeded the boundaries of the towel on both sides. The draft of air from the vent startled me and my eyes fluttered open. It was only then that I realized that his shirt was now off.

He sat at the top of the bed remove the face cradle and begin to massage my neck and shoulders. From this point, I can feel his breath on my skin. Struggle to calm my own breathing ...I found myself arching towards his touch. He walked to my left and began to oil my arm. Relaxed, unaware of my position, my hand brushed against his bare cock. He was physically aroused but never showed and sexual tension at his actions. He had removed his clothes...shirt and shorts in the transition periods. Since my eyes were closed and the music filled the room. I really couldn't say when it happen.

He continued his work on my arms and hands, unhurried, I lost track of time. Connecting touch, he came back to the head of the table. My round breasts minimally covered, the large candy sized nipples had responded to the touch and cool air - even more my areolas exceeding past the hem of the white towel.

He folded the top down...my breasts exposed to the air, I shivered in anticipation of his touch.

He was deliciously slow.

His hands glided over the front of my upper chest and down the side of my ribs. Each pass coming closer to the edge of my breasts.

With small circles around the outer parameter, he began breast spirals towards the erect nipple but before crossing the dark areola, his pressure became more light and his finger smooth over the sensitive peaks. Spiral, glide, spiral. By his 3rd torturous past, he began kneading the skin and adding pressure to most sensitive places.

I felt the pressure and blood fill my center. 

My clitoris pulsed and twitched on her own. So slowly, I felt the rise of an orgasm and he was still working the left breast. I became vocal...the intensity of want was too much too me...I began to arch and squirm...trying to rub my legs together to let the release come faster...he gave pause.

My breathing was ragged but I knew he would not leave me this way...so I centered my thoughts to calm the fire a bit...so he could start again on the right.

Another email. Another drink. Lani's dark skin was reddened and I was both embarrassed and pleased my story had an effect on my friend. 

The right breast is not as responsive as the left one... but again he worked me until the little storms between my legs began to rise again. Moans and whimpering came from my chest -- my hands reached up to feel him. He stopped - discouraging me from touching him.

Gliding his hands down my body, he walked to my right. His full erection made the head of his cock in full view ... just within reach of my fingers. But his paused warned me - I could not touch him ... yet.

Minutes past, Scott stroked my inner thigh and mons ... the quiver in my legs relaxed and the storm within my sex quieted.

He placed my feet together - opening my legs to a vulnerable diamond before him.

His fingers traced the outline of my lips. Outer top to where they join to my most sensitive place. Light touches on folds of soft brown petals framing my dark pink bud...down again to the smooth place beneath the lips. Again ... again...again... again... again and once more. Sweetest torture.

My wetness made his entry easy.

One long finger enter me...little orgasmic contractions surfaced as my pinkness seeking to bring him in deeper.

He knew I could not last long.

His thumb pressed and glided over my clitoris as two fingers disappeared into me. His left hand kneading and twisting my left nipple the pleasure pain bring back the first wave of passion he sent me on earlier that night. My clitoris ... the most demanding parts of my body ... completely subdued by his dance over the bud...finding the most hidden of her secrets - the orgasmic spot that sends me over the edge and excites me all the same time. His fingers curled and stretched within my pinkness... wetness covering over his hands and the white sheet below.

My skin and muscles were electrified - my mind still cannot discern which set off the orgasmic waves that continued in varying intensity throughout that night. The nipple torture crashed into the clitoral dance and the vaginal finger-fuck I was receiving - my body was without my control. I was writhing, nearly convulsing ...cumming from the exciting explosions of sensations from all these parts of my body. I felt like a goddess on an alter being possessed by him - a live offering on the table before him. I endured it for so long laying before him - until I was up, curled around his hand -- still cumming the whole time...crying out loud enough to disturb his neighbors.

I reached for him ... again denied...until the ferocious waves calmed ... This was for me, about me - awakening all of me.

He stood before me... my legs on either side as I sat upon the table...

His glans - smooth and wet with precum -- nestling and working my swollen clit. I asked him for a condom.

He stood there ... a bit defiant ... and silent. Then began his advance again.

I moaned...growled...cursed...moaned again ... then pushed him away ... gently.

He went to get what I asked for then guided me by the hand to the bed.

Next story in series to come about Bella and Scott: Touch - Creative Play



Touch Ch. 02



"I'm not watching you cook, I'm watching you." I answered simply and she turned to smile at me in appreciation.

"Yeah well it could become distracting."

"That's what I was hoping for." I chuckled and she threw an oven mitt at me.

"Is that really all you think about?"

"No. Well, when I'm around you it is, but the rest of the time I'm contemplating how to improve the human condition with future technologies." I smirked at her and picked the mitt up from the floor by my feet to give it back to her.

"Yeah, what technologies would that be?" She took the mitt but didn't hang it back on its hook. I got the distinct impression she was waiting to hurl it at me again.

"Oh you know the usual; human augmentation through genetic engineering, nanotechnology, and transhumanism. That sort of stuff." She gaped at me and I smiled back, pleased with myself.

"You're a piece of work you know that?"

"Yep." Just as I suspected she pounced on her opportunity and threw the mitt at my head. Thankfully she's a girl, so she missed horribly.

"You know I'm starting to get a little disturbed by this violent streak of yours." I said as once again I retrieved the oven mitt and handed it to her. This time she put it back where it belonged and started to fill the pot with water.

"I'm not violent. I just have to put you in your place from time to time." She simpered at me.

"I bet that's what all the guys tell their wives."

"Shut up! As if I could hurt you." She made it sound like bullets bounced off me on a regular basis. I just smiled and shook my head as I plopped down on the long legged chair by the island. It was really more of a stool with a back on it I realized as for a moment I wondered what the actual name for the thing I had placed my ass on was. Whatever, as long as it keeps me from having to stand.

I watched as if truly fascinated as she went about preparing the food, walking from place to place to get all of the needed items and them combining them appropriately. In truth I wasn't watching what she was doing, so she could have been making anything from stew to lasagna and I wouldn't have known.

Only the way she moved interested me. She was so graceful, moving like she barely touched the ground whenever she had to get something. She didn't really sway her hips, but still there was something seductive in her simple walk that I couldn't name. As she leaned against the sink washing something, I had the sudden overpowering urge to kneel behind her and eat her out. I would have acted right away if I could have figured out how to get around her robe.

'Maybe I'll just throw it over my head and pull her panties to the side.' I mused to myself. It was a good enough plan for me so I got up and slid in behind her.

"Oh shit, don't Jay!" She said as I nuzzled her neck and pulled her to me with my arm across her belly. I ignored her remonstration and let myself get lost in her scent. Her hair was lightly brushing my cheek as I kissed along her pulse, feeling my own pick up.

"Come on Jay, dinner is almost ready." Still I ignored her and my hands found the belt for the robe and untied it. She shook against me when my hands slid over her flat belly as the robe hung open.

"Jay the food is gonna burn!" I slipped my hand down past her waist and cupped her sex. I was a bit surprised to find her blazing hot, it seemed like it should have taken longer to get such a reaction from her. My lips found her jaw and I traced it up toward her ear as my fingers redrew the shape of her pussy from memory.

"Jay stop! Please, I really am hungry and...ugh." I smiled as my lips brushed her ear and my fingers found her clit. She shook again and I pressed myself against her perfect ass to let her know how much I wanted her. The material of her panties was preventing me from really getting to her though so I stopped stroking her and went to grab her panties at the waist band.

"No! Don't Jay, please don't."

"Give me one good reason to stop that doesn't involve food and I will." I whispered in her ear and then let my tongue follow my words into her. She might have had something to say but she didn't as I swirled the tip of my tongue to follow the curves of her ear.

"I thought so." I hissed as my hands tried to get her panties down again. This time she stopped me by putting her hands over mine and holding them tight against her hips.

"Please Jay."

"Please what?"

"Don't do this. I just want to eat." Goddamn how I wanted to keep going. Why was she shutting me down all of a sudden? Shit!

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to overdo it." I was dejected and she heard it in my tone. She turned to face me and smiled sadly.

"It's ok, I understand but we have to wait. I told you I'm not ready." It hit me like a kick in the head that she thought I was trying to fuck her right there in the kitchen. I scrambled to find the words to reassure her, feeling like a total asshole.

"No Kerry, I was just trying to give you pleasure. I wasn't going to do anything we haven't already done."

"You mean you were gonna..." She seemed unable to elaborate.

"Yeah, that was the plan." She blushed as she realized that we had been stopped unnecessarily. Once again her face took on that hurt look and she turned away from me to continue scrubbing whatever it was she was cleaning in the sink.

Determined not to let this end awkwardly, I embraced her from behind again and let my hands find there previous positions. She wasn't as overheated as before, probably not feeling too sexy after embarrassing herself. I worked my fingers over her panties again and nibbled at her ear lobe.

"I want to lick you until you collapse on this sparkling white floor." I said, wondering why I was referencing the tile job even as I said it. She pushed back into me to feel my continued passion for her and moaned through her teeth.

"I want you to but you can't. I'm not clean." I froze as she said that, confused. She'd been pretty clean a few hours ago. What the hell was she talking about?

"What do you mean? You're the cleanest person I know." I asked in a normal voice that was tinged with confusion.

"I had to pee before I woke you up." She said as if that made her filthy beyond description.

"Yeah? And"

"And nothing, I have to take a shower before you can do anything like that again." I was exasperated. Sure, I'm not into the whole golden shower thing, but still I wasn't the least bit put out by knowing my sister had urinated sometime in the last hour or so.

"Kerry, did you wipe yourself?" It was maybe a touch condescending but I was trying to make a point.

"Jay! Of course I wiped."

"Then why should I be concerned that you peed?" She squirmed against me as my hands got impatient and started to work on her again. My right was between her legs and going for her clit while my left swirled around her belly button.

"Because it's...ugh."

"It's what?"

"It's...it's...it's disgusting!" I was trying hard to keep her from finishing that, my finger pressing the fabric against her clit and rubbing in tight fast circles. I wanted her to just get over it but she was determined to hang on.

"I don't care. You aren't disgusting and I am going to eat you out now." I said firmly in her ear and to demonstrate my intent I pulled her robe off her shoulders and dropped it between us. When our skin met again she had given up resisting me and slid her ass against my crotch.

Kerry's hand reached back to find my body, caressing whatever part she could reach as I teased her clit and kissed her neck. I breathed deep and caught a whiff of her arousal as my hand started to sweat from the heat between her legs. God I loved that smell!

"I want you to put your hands on the edge of the sink and keep them there until I tell you to let go." I whispered in her ear in a commanding tone. I expected her to at least ask why but instead she stopped caressing my thighs and put her hands down to grip the curve where the sink melded into the counter. When her knuckles were white I whispered in her ear, "Good girl."

I slid my hands across the sweep of her hips to rest on her narrow waist over her panties. With a final kiss on her jaw I dropped to my knees and pulled her panties down around her ankles. She shook from the sudden exposure and I stared into the most perfect little ass I had ever seen.

Her ass was small and tight but beautifully rounded. The two cheeks were absolutely symmetrical and came together to barely hide her little pussy in shadow. Without thinking about it, I placed a series of little kisses all over that flawless ass. I was so turned on it didn't bother me that this was a somewhat demeaning thing to do, in fact it didn't even occur to me that I was literally kissing my sister's ass.

"What are you doing Jay?" Kerry asked as I got stalled in pushing my lips across her butt cheeks lovingly. I just grunted in answer and took my cue to move on.

I brought my hands up from her ankles and caressed her ass for a moment before pulling it open gently. I was hit in the face by the most intensely erotic smell and it was all I could do to not take a bite out of her immediately. She was aroused enough that I was certain I didn't need to tease her any more but I did anyway.

"Do you like it when your Big Brother uses his tongue on your little pussy Kerry?"

"Oh God!" She gasped out as I drew my tongue down the right side of her ass and swept it across the low swell where her cheek met her thigh. I leaned back and waited for an answer but no was forthcoming.

"Answer me Little Sister, do you like this."

"Enough to make it worth going to hell for!" She sputtered as I repeated my action on the other side of her ass. That comment was a bit disturbing but I wanted to make her orgasm not discuss metaphysics with her.

"Good because from now on you better accept the fact that I'm gonna do this to you whenever I want. You'll never know when I'll put my tongue between your legs." To illustrate my point I did just that, reaching to lightly stroke my tongue over her plump little labia and feeling her extreme heat burn my tongue.

"Ohh, fuck Jay!" I wasn't satisfied with her just enjoying it though so I pulled her ass apart as far as I could and really dug in. I had to tilt my head back to get a good angle and once I did my tongue shot out to lick her from her public hair to her ass just as I'd promised. Only her small frame allowed my tongue to reach so far, but I didn't care if it needed to be a foot long I would get it to work.

"Shit! What are you DOING?" She shouted the first time my tongue pulled all the way back to rim her. I'm sure she would have told me it was disgusting to do such a thing but she was too busy shaking like a leaf to say much more. I considered answering but that would have required me to stop eating my new favorite food, and nothing could pull me away now.

I lapped at her with deeper strokes, pressing my tongue between her labia to ensure I got her clit with each one. The taste of her was so strong I felt lightheaded as all the blood in my body seemed to rush downward to further inflate me. Her heat enveloped my face as I pressed into her. I wasn't in a comfortable position but I felt like I could have stayed there for years if she'd let me.

I was starting to tire but I fought it off. No matter what, I was going to make her cum before I took a break. This time was different from before though. She wasn't quite the hair trigger she'd been the last time and though she was moaning loudly I knew it was going to take a good amount of time to get her off.

Determined to get her to climb that ladder, I swirled my tongue around her little asshole for longer each time I pulled back. Despite her initial protest, it was obvious she loved feeling me do that as she made these sexy little yelps and ground her ass back at me each time I did. I kept at it, not the least bit fazed that I was licking the hole she shit out of. It actually didn't taste bad either, kind of metallic and musty.

She arched her back to the extreme and thrust her ass back at me while my tongue drew wet circles on her rosebud. This actually helped me, changing the angle so I could get under her a bit more and get to her clit. I figured my limited access was the reason she wasn't exploding already.

I left her ass and pushed under her to flick my tongue rapidly over her little button. Immediately her hips started to shake and I knew I had hit pay dirt. I shifted a bit to further maximize my angle and really started to work that clit, flicking with alternating hard and fast then slow and soft movements. Not surprisingly she seemed to prefer the more gentle approach so I settled down and used only slow soft strokes.

"Oh shit! Jay I'm gonna...I'm gonna...Stop!" I paid her no head as I attacked her pussy with everything I had. My nose was buried in her ass and I could feel her velvety labia sizzling into my lips as my tongue kept a steady rhythm over her nub.

"Stop Jay! Please stop! I don't want to cum!"

"Why the hell not?" I couldn't help it, it just seemed so weird that she was willing to let me eat her but not let me make her climax. As soon as the words were out I resumed my efforts but it seemed like she had fallen down a few rungs already.

"I don't know, I just don't." She answered and I promptly filed that away as more unfounded insecurity.

I ate her with gusto, ignoring the way my neck and back were screaming at me that we either needed to stop or find a taller girl to do this to. I thought about using my arms to lift her from the floor but I didn't want to loose contact with her melting little pussy again. Just as she started that hip shake again a sudden fiercely loud beeping noise filled my head. It was in a steady pattern, over and over again as it screamed out for attention.

"The oven timer!" Kerry whined as she shifted as if about to go turn it off. I was about to remind her that she had to leave her hands where they were when she said, "Hurry!"

I could have laughed as I realized she had given up her reservations and just wanted to cum. No longer content the way I was, I reached through her legs and grabbed her hips from below. Standing up, I lifted my sister until she was doing something like a decline push up with her feet pointing straight down, the panties still around her ankles keeping her from extending all the way out. I ate her like that, with her bent double in the air, and shot my tongue deep into her sweltering pussy.

"Holy fuck!" She yelled as she wavered in my hands, no doubt surprised to find herself suspended in the air. I was gratified to hear the tone in her voice that said she loved it.

My tongue was worming its way inside her and I could feel the hymen I'd seen before, like a stretchy band that held tight around me. Despite how damn sexy that was, I could tell that she needed my attention back on her clit so I withdrew from her hole and used my lips to suck the tinny button into my mouth. She cried out wordlessly and then again when my tongue started to drag slow and soft over it.

"Oh my God! Oh, oh, OHH!" Her hips were flailing in my hands and I was desperately trying not to drop her as she curled them in toward her face. I kept my face pressed into her, following the movement to keep the pressure on her sex as it melted down.

I stared at the perfect ass barely an inch from my eyes as she convulsed with bliss at the end of my tongue. Just as before I wanted to make her cum again immediately and she hadn't even finished with the first one. I sucked just a bit harder in a bid to do just that but as soon as her fluttering spasms ceased she started to protest.

"Oh God Jay, you have to stop! Please, I know what you're doing but I need to get the timer!" That wasn't reason enough for me to let her off with just one orgasm and I dug in even more.

"Fuck! Please Jay, please let me down! My hands hurt!" I didn't want to, but if she really was in pain I couldn't justify holding her there against her will. I backed away and lowered her to the floor to let her wiggle from me, the damn timer screaming at us the whole time. She remained where she was, hands on the sink waiting.

"You can take your hands off now," I said as I realized that she was waiting for me to say that. Honestly I had forgotten for a moment about that and was surprised she remembered and stuck to it.

As soon as she was free to she kicked off her panties and started for the stove. I rocked back on my heels and watched her ass work as she moved.

"Get on the island Jay!" She not quite yelled at me over her shoulder as she kept going toward the stove. I just blinked in surprise at her. "Now!"

I wasn't sure what exactly she wanted me to do so I leaned against the island behind me, looking askance at her back. She didn't look at me as she pulled a pot from the heat and turned a few knobs on the oven. When she turned around she looked disappointed.

"Sit on the island so I can drink your cum!" Again I was surprised but this time I hopped up on the island and threw her a grin. She looked hungrily at my crotch and dashed over to stand in front of me. I wondered why she wanted me on the island but didn't ask.

"Oh God Jay, I need you so bad!" She said with an ache ringing clear in her voice. Her hands found me and started to jerk me through my shorts. I was about to tell her to let me get them off when she started to yank on them with one hand. I felt my shorts sliding under me but with me sitting on them they weren't about to come off easily.

"Fuck! Take off your shorts! Hurry!" Kerry blurted out as if out of breath. She was panting and still pulling on my hard on as she looked me dead in the eye. "I need to suck you now!"

"Christ Kerry, give me a chance!" I hoped it didn't sound whiney as I shifted from on side to the other while pushing my shorts down. It took longer than I would have liked, especially since she wouldn't let go of my dick the whole time.

"Hurry, hurry, HURRYYYY!" She was like a woman possessed as she kept pulling at my cock, her hands the only thing holding my shorts on me. I was about to tell her so when she bunched up the material right by my crotch in her fists and ripped it down my legs. She didn't bother to pull them completely off before bending over at the waist and slurping me into her mouth.

"Oh wow Kerry! I forgot how good that is." I couldn't think as she bobbed in my crotch, humming loudly. It took me a moment to realize that the humming wasn't for my benefit as she seemed to be out of control with lust.

I reached down to slide my fingers through her hair, careful not to snag or grab at it. I just wanted to encourage her, not force her to go faster. I caressed her cheek and she looked up at me to make eye contact. That was such a powerful sight, my sister staring me in the eye with amazing lust lighting her face and my cock sliding between her lips. I wanted to scream from the mountaintops my love for her. Then I was wondering when the hell I got so fucking corny.

"Christ! You are one sexy little nymph you know that?" She nodded yes, or maybe just kept bobbing in my lap. She was going faster and faster, anxious to get me off, when I reached down to put my finger under her chin.

"Take your time Kerry, I like it slow." I said as I tilted her head up toward me and she pulled back. My dick smacked against my belly leaving a splatter of my sister's saliva across the skin as she released me from her mouth.

"Talk to me Jay, tell me what to do. I wanna be the best ever for you." I rolled my eyes back as she took me in her mouth again, breaking eye contact and letting my head loll back. If she wasn't already the best I'd ever have then I was in for some seriously intense sex with someone else.

"Shit! You're already better than anyone else!"

Once again she released me, this time taking a firm grip of my cock with her hand and keeping the pressure on with slow even strokes. I looked back down at her and my breath caught as our eyes met. The intensity in her face, the love in her eyes, it was just so powerful.




Touch Ch. 02



"I know you like what I'm doing but I don't really know what to do. Just give me a few pointers to help me out." I might have considered doing as she requested but as soon as the words were out of her mouth my dick was back in it. How's a guy supposed to come up with helpful tips on how to suck him off when his sister won't let him think first?

"Jesus, just keep doing what you're doing!" She grunted around me and pulled off again.

"Come on Jay, help me out."

"Stop!" I managed to get out as her lips touched the head of my dick again.

"Tell me, please!" She implored with her lips pressed against the head and her hand holding the base.

"Use your hand at the same time. Just sort of follow your hand up and down with your mouth." It seemed like good advice. I'd had a few girls do that to me and it was pretty good.

Immediately Kerry started to sink on me again, bringing her mouth down over me to touch her fist and then bringing both up until she was sucking my head before descending again. I might have made a sound like a groan, I'm not too sure. She bobbed a few more times and then let me go, hand still traveling with that perfect grip up and down, up and down.

"Like that?" She asked in a light girly voice.

"Yes, just like that." She smiled proudly at me and kept her hand busy, twisting at the top with each pull. I grinned back in appreciation and suddenly realized I couldn't see her other hand. I wondered what exactly she was doing with it but didn't ask.

"What else Big Brother?" Again with the little girl voice. I struggled to find some way to answer her as her hand insisted on pulling the semen out of me.

"Ah, I don't know. I've never really done it before so I don't have much advice for you."

"Come on Jay! You know what you like, help me out." She cocked her head to the left in exasperation at my inability to provide useful insight. My mind raced as I tried desperately to come up with something to tell her. All I kept thinking was I liked everything she was doing more than anything I'd ever experienced before. A sudden thought hit me and I blurted it out before it could escape.

"Use your tongue more!"

"Ok!" She seemed happy I'd come up with something and went about doing as instructed. She held me by the base again and started to lick up the underside like she was eating ice cream. "Like this?"

"That's good yes." It hadn't been what I'd meant but it was still pretty fucking amazing.

"What else?" For some reason I seemed to suddenly have a brain storm of ideas and I let them all tumble out.

"When you suck me again, pause at the top and swirl your tongue around the head. Also, try to focus on the little triangular spot on the underside at the very tip. And twist a little too as you move up and down." She blinked up at me in surprise. Maybe it was too much for her.

"I'll do my best." She said before taking me back in her mouth. I could tell she was a little confused as she spun her head rather comically around my shaft as she descended and then again on the way up. Just as I said she stopped at the top and let her tongue writhe around me. Goddamn that was good!

She did this several more times and I had to stop her. It looked like she was trying to break her neck on me as she twisted along my shaft. Once again I placed my finger under her chin and she backed off, keeping her hand on my cock and jerking me fast. 

"Not so much side to side. Try to use a little more...subtle movement." I barely got the last words out as the urge to cum set my hips to jumping on the hard island beneath me. Her other hand appeared and she seemed totally intent on making me orgasm as it joined the first on my dick.

"Fuck Kerry! I'm gonna cum!" I felt it was wise to warn her but she just grinned wide and kept going. My head was spinning as I wondered if she intended to finish me like this. I hadn't thought that was what she wanted but who can say what women are thinking?

Suddenly she stopped and I was left hanging very close to making a mess of her. She just held me with her right hand at the base of my dick and watched my face as I struggled to either stop my orgasm or force it out, I have no idea which. It didn't matter though because she had stopped at just the right time to ensure that no matter what I was trying to do, I wasn't going to cum.

"Why did you stop?" My voice was a comically high version of what I usually heard coming from my mouth and I expected her to giggle at me. Instead she frowned so cute I nearly lost it all over her.

"Did it hurt? I didn't mean to hurt you Jay." She sounded scared and once again very vulnerable.

"No, it didn't hurt. It's just...anticlimactic." I couldn't tell what she was thinking as her brow furled and she looked down at my throbbing hard on in her hand.

"Oh. Well, good then. That's why I did it." I had regained a good amount of composure by then and I raised an eyebrow at her questioningly.

"What's that now?"

"I read on the internet that if you stop just before a guy cums and then get him off he'll cum like, way harder. I was hoping that I could do that for you." I let out a breathy, surprised laugh and she flushed in embarrassment. She thought I was laughing at her, shit!

"You just keep surprising the hell out of me Kerry!" I was still chuckling as I said that, though I wanted to stop so she wouldn't feel embarrassed. "You're right. At least it will make me ejaculate a lot more. I don't know if it'll be harder per say, but you'll get a big load from me. If that's what you want."

"Oh," she said and looked down away from me. I could tell I hadn't eased her mind and I hated myself for that. There had to be some way to overcome her self consciousness.

"Kerry. Come on, look at me." She kept looking down so once again my finger found her chin and I tilted her head up. She avoided eye contact and I was really feeling like shit.

"Hey! I love the fact that you wanted to make it better for me. Don't be embarrassed, it was very smart of you to try that. And very brave. I'm sorry if it seemed like I didn't appreciate it at first, but it just caught me off guard."

"Really? You don't think I'm just an inexperienced little girl who doesn't know what to do with you?" She finally looked at me but the intensity, the strength she'd displayed before was gone. In its place was raw fear and I longed to soothe her.

"No, I think you're the sexiest woman I've ever seen and I want to teach you everything you think you need to know even though you don't need any of it. I love you Kerry, I don't want you to feel embarrassed or afraid that you aren't experienced enough for me. You're perfect for me." She smiled then and the weight I hadn't realized had settled on my chest was lifted.

"I am perfect for you aren't I?" She said with a widening grin and the light returned to her face.

"Yes. You are." I lightly tapped her nose and she wrinkled it in that impossibly cute way. I felt like that might have been a bit demeaning but she seemed to like it so I pushed my concern to the back of my mind. I caressed the side of her face and she purred against my palm.

"I love you Jay. Now, I think I'll drink some of your cum." A jolt of sexual energy shot through me as the mood went from soft and loving to hard and lust filled instantly. She gulped me down and started to apply every technique I'd told her about as best as she could.

She kept her hand on my shaft, gliding it up and down with her mouth and twisting it just under the head as she sucked me there. Her tongue was constantly active as she tried to find the spot I'd told her about, pressing with surprisingly firm pressure all over my sensitive end. My hands found her thick curly hair and held on, trying not to guide her but just feel her movements.

"Oh God! Kerry you're fucking incredible! Jesus!" She slurped loudly around me and really started to bear down with each stroke of her head.

My legs tried to straighten out against her but the shorts caught by her hips and forced her to scoot back. I fought to keep my knees bent so I wasn't pushing her away but another shock of pleasure ripped through me and her mouth was forced off me.

"Goddamn it! Get these fucking things off!" She said with wild eyed desperation. Her free hand tore at the shorts and it took several hard yanks for her to get them off my ankles. She hurled them as if trying to send them straight to hell before attacking me again.

"Yess!" I sighed as she slowly slid down to nearly her throat before rising up again and pulling off.

"Am I doing good Big Brother?" She asked with wide eyed innocence before descending on me again. My heart rate picked up to the point where it felt like I would be hyperventilating at any moment.

"You're doing great Little Sister!" My hips started to rise on their own again as my legs stiffened to extend out past her waist. Her mouth was just so damn hot, so fucking wet, and oh so good as she twisted it slightly up and down. Her tongue was a thing of absolute wonder the way it swept over the head of my dick with firm confident strokes.

"Cum in my mouth Big Brother! Cum for me and make me drink it all!" She had barely finished speaking when she devoured me again.

"Fuck Kerry! Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" She stopped her head movement and just sucked the very end while her hand pumped me fast. I let out a groan and my hips jumped up hard, my thighs pressing against the end of the island to keep me rigid as my orgasm roared through me.

She hummed loudly around me as I thrashed my arms, trying to find something to do with them and then just slamming them down on the island behind me to support my weight as I leaned back to nearly full extension. My toes curled and my hips popped as the first rope released with explosive bliss into her mouth while my heart tried to pound its way from my chest.

My hands clawed into the hard synthetic surface beneath me and my legs bent back to slam my heels against the drawers that held our silverware. Kerry jumped at the sound and slid her mouth off me as another huge wad sprayed her in the face. She looked shocked as I painted her white, unable to do anything but take it. My heels kept pressing back for a moment and then my legs shot back out as another pulse went through me.

Kerry sucked me back in just as the next shot erupted into her mouth. She held me tight with her tongue pressing my dick to the roof of her mouth as my hips twitched and my balls screamed happily.

I don't know how many more times I shot into her. It just seemed to go on forever. My legs continued with their own business, banging loudly against the drawer several more times though she took it in stride after that first surprise. Her mouth remained firm on me and she swallowed continually to keep up with my ridiculously large emissions.

Finally the orgasm waned and I squirted out the last of my cum into my sister's mouth. Once I was out, she started to bob on me again and I was reminded of how she had tried to keep going before when I hadn't had any time to recover. I was about to tell her to stop when she pulled back and let my dick slap against my belly. I was shocked to see I was still throbbing hard but I figured that was just a result of my extreme excitement.

I relaxed on the island and let my legs hang, trying to ignore the pain of my bruised heels. I let out a deep breath that helped to get the world back into focus and watched as Kerry slowly straightened up in front of me. She looked happier than I'd ever seen her and it made my heart soar.

"God Jay, I love doing that! We have to do that a lot more, it's just so intense!"

She was down right effervescent as she looked ready to bounce her way out of her own skin. She kept hopping a little up and down on her toes as her hands came up to her face. I thought she was going to pull them back in disgust when they got wet with my semen but instead she started to push the thick goo over her lips and into her mouth. Her little pink tongue rolled out over those sexy plush lips and swept each gob up to bring it deep within her mouth. I gaped at her.

"What?" She asked even as her hands kept moving on her pretty face.

"I thought you didn't like the taste."

"Oh," she seemed to realize what she was doing and her hands stopped but remained up. "I guess it's an acquired taste because I really don't mind it now."

"You're crazy!" I laughed and she giggled as her hands resumed their effort to scoop up all of my errant cum.

"I know, but I did promise to swallow it all so I figure I'm just keeping a promise I made to the man I love."

"God Kerry, you just don't know how to be anything but perfect do you?" I asked in awe filled astonishment. She frowned that adorable frown at me and stopped again.

"I don't think I'm perfect but if you like it I'll do this every time."

"I do like it but you don't need to do it if you don't want to." She resumed her hand movements, though there really wasn't much left to find.

"Ok, so I'll just swallow it from the source from now on because this is actually kinda hard." I laughed and she giggled as she finished up, pushing her fingers in her mouth two at a time and sucking them clean with a glint in her eye.

"All right, so how bad did the food get burned?" I asked as she leaned in to hug me. I knew she wanted to kiss but I was still a bit squeamish about that and was relieved when her head went over my shoulder as her perfect little bra covered breasts pressed into my chest.

"Not bad, it's just Mac and Cheese. I don't smell any burning but that might be because all I can smell is you." She pulled back but stayed in my arms as my hands absorbed the feel of her skin yet again. Yep, still addicted.

We stared into each other's eyes as I felt her skin and she felt mine. Her hands were roaming over my upper arms and across the back of my shoulders as mine once again passed over that damn bra strap. Even though I was very much sated, I wanted to get that piece of clothing off her and never let her put it back on. It wasn't right that such beauty was being hidden from the world and I desperately wanted to correct that.

"So..." I started not sure where I wanted to go. "I guess we should eat then."

"Yeah," she answered wistfully as she looked down. I followed her gaze and noticed my now flaccid penis. "Why don't you set the table while I check on the food?"

"Alright," I answered and she looked back up at me. She leaned in again and pressed her nose against mine lightly. I wanted to kiss her, semen speckled lips or not, but she spoke from millimeters away.

"I love you Jay. I really, really do."

"I know Kerry. I love you too. Really, really love you." I emphasized my tone to mock her gently and she smiled and then pulled away.

"Don't be an asshole, I was serious."

"I know, I was too." God how we wanted to kiss then! I wouldn't have minded at all if she had leaned in and forced her lips on mine. Instead she slid back from me, letting her hands fall to my legs and drag across through the hair on my thighs before falling to her sides.

"I'll check the food." She said and turned to head to the stove. She kept her eyes on me as I watched her move; enjoying the sexy view of her mostly naked body. Not that the rest of her wasn't flawless too, but her ass was something they write songs about. I fought to not stare at it and failed miserably as she smiled at me. She knew I was staring at that piece of heaven and she liked it.

"Are you gonna set the table Jay?" She asked in a voice filled with light humor. "Or stare at my ass all night?"

"Is there any way I could do both?" I shot back with a smirk.

"Well I guess we could find out. But that would probably end up with dishes all over the floor."

"Who needs dishes? I say you just lie on your belly and let me eat from that perfect ass of yours." That seemed to be a bit too far for her as her smile faltered a bit.

"Jay! Can you please set the table? I'm really hungry." She said, her voice going from outrage to gentle pleading.

"Oh all right. If you insist, I'll set the damn table. But I expect to be eating from your ass next time."

"Shut up!" She dissolved into giggles and I slid off the island. Damn my thighs were hurting from having the edge digging into me the whole time! I must have winced a bit because before she turned to the food on the stove she shot me a look of concern. 

"You all right Jay?"

"Yeah. The island is a rough place sometimes." I answered sarcastically and she shook her head before finally inspecting our rapidly cooling dinner.

It took tremendous effort not to just stand there and stare at her ass. I really wanted to get as close to that unblemished formation of flesh as humanly possible and though I wasn't even aroused the thought of licking her some more was at the top of my to-do list. Instead of making her cum again, I went about the business of setting the table.

It wasn't hard work, but I was pretty distracted with constantly having to look at my sparklingly gorgeous sister the whole time. She was focused on stirring the Mac and Cheese and poking at the hotdogs with a fork and seemed oblivious to the fact that she was the sexist thing ever.

I on the other hand was very aware of the way she leaned forward over the stove just a bit, making her ass push out just enough to put twisted thoughts in my head. Her bra covered breasts, seen from the side now, were begging for the attention I had been forced to deny them and I nearly broke a plate when I fumbled it over her place on the table.

Sufficiently jarred by nearly distracting her with my clumsiness, I forced myself to pay attention to what I was doing. Things went smoother after that and I had the table set just as she started to head over with the Mac and Cheese pot in hand.

"It didn't burn at all Jay. It should be good. I hope it'll be good." Kerry said as she passed me to start to dish out the food on my plate. I gave in and just stared at her ass the whole time. She noticed but went about her business unperturbed.

"Looks good to me!" I said without taking my eyes from her ass. She giggled and then threw the pot holder she'd placed down on the table at me. Once again she missed and I chuckled at her.

"You know, you're gonna have to see a shrink if you keep attacking me so violently." I said with a grin as I picked up the pot holder and gave it back to her as she brushed past me. It's worth mentioning that there were at least four feet of room between me and anything else at that point. I wasn't the only one enjoying our state of undress.

"I should probably have my head examined anyway," she threw out and I figured maybe I shouldn't ask for her to elaborate.

She dropped the pot holder on the table by my place and put the pot on it before heading back to the stove to get the hotdogs. Her ass remained my sole source of entertainment and I couldn't have been happier.

"Why don't you sit down Jay?" She asked as she brushed past me again, smiling pleasantly the whole time.

"Because I don't think I'll have as good of a view from my seat." I answered with a pleasant smile of my own.

"Well you're about to loose the view anyway. I'm putting my panties back on." She said as she finished dishing out the hotdogs and placed the pot on yet another pot holder.

"What? Blasphemy!" I shot at her in outrage.

"Jay if I sit on the chair naked I'll ruin the cushion." She was bright red in the face as she said that and I grinned at her.

"If by 'ruin' you mean 'make infinitely better,' then yes you will 'ruin' it."

"Jay! Stop it! It's embarrassing."

"What's embarrassing?"

"You know." She was nearly purple now and unable to look me in the face. Once again I had to find a way to reassure her.

"Kerry, the fact that you're aroused is sexy as hell not embarrassing. You can sit on the cushion and I'll just use it as a pillow whenever we have guests." I said lightly. I was hoping that humor might help, though I would be willing to use the cushion as a pillow if it did help ease her mind.




Touch Ch. 03



Light filtered through my eyelids and painted the darkness a light pink across my vision. I was awake and not happy about it. The sleep I'd fallen into had been so good, so much better than any I'd had in what seemed like years, that I just didn't want to give it up. The pull of unconsciousness was fading and I could do nothing to bring it back. Once awake, I'm awake for good.

I let my eyes remain closed for a few more moments, pretending to no one that I was asleep. The warm body that had been pressed tight to me had been such a comfort through the night. I knew I'd had good dreams, sweet dreams even, though I couldn't remember them. I never can.

My eyes opened to see my sister but I was alone, the sheets tucked against me as I lay on my left side. My shoulder was killing me, one of my many injuries, but I hadn't noticed it until I realized I was alone. Somehow it hadn't mattered until then.

I panicked, thinking she'd woken up to realize that the real world was still there and what we had become couldn't exist within it. I had been worrying she might reach that realization from the moment this all started and now that worry became a tight ball of fear that made me sick to my stomach. I kicked at the sheets to push them off my body, naked and vulnerable as a newborn.

I was about to tear my way from the entangled sheets and take off to search the house for her when the sound that had been white noise to my ears the whole time took shape in my mind. The steady spray of water that could only be a shower filled my head and eased my terror stricken mind. I felt my heart beating wildly in my chest as the comprehension that Kerry must be in the shower and hadn't run away in disgust failed to slow it right away.

Too energized by my moment of frantic fear, I couldn't simply lay back and enjoy the unique sensation of waking up in my sister's bed for the first time. I pulled myself from the bed and started for the door intent on joining her in the shower. I rotated my stiff shoulder, feeling the pop of something that shouldn't do that deep in the joint.

I stepped through the door and two paces down the hall I was in front of the door to the bathroom. It was closed, not really unusual since the possibility of showering together hadn't ever existed before. I was still a bit unsettled by that, and I felt a resurgence of panic trying to rise in me. I fought it down and grabbed the doorknob to go in just as the shower went silent.

I could hear her moving through the door, climbing from the bath to dry herself. I wanted to go in but I didn't want to freak her out by just barging in. I hesitated, still worried she wouldn't want me to see her naked again. I cast about for some kind of rational thought to surface before I figured the best way to find out how she felt about me being in the bathroom with her would be to ask.

"Kerry?" I called through the door after a light knock. "Do you mind if I come in?"

"I'm almost done Jay, just give me a sec and it's all yours." Maybe I hadn't been specific enough but now I was stuck. She thought I wanted to use the bathroom, which as it turned out I needed to. I faltered but determination firmed within me and I tried again.

"Do you mind if I come in before you're done?" Silence greeted that and the panic threatened to swell to the breaking point within me. I fought it off and wondered if I should tell her I loved her again. "Kerry?"

"I'm done Jay, go ahead." She pulled open the door and spoke from a foot or two away from me. She was wrapped in a towel big enough for two of her and had her hair similarly wrapped. She looked me in the eye and my heart fell. She looked scared. It wasn't on her face but hidden deep within her eyes and I knew she didn't think I could see it.

"Uh, thanks. I'll just be a minute if..."

"Take as long as you like, I'm gonna go have breakfast after I put some clothes on." She smiled but the fear was still in her eyes and it made mine surge to the point that I had to dash in the bathroom past her in order to avoid letting her see it play across my face.

I closed the door behind me as she walked off toward her bedroom and leaned against it feeling more fear than any insurgent had ever managed to inspire in me. Bullets and bombs can only kill you; love can tear you into shreds and leave you perfectly intact to suffer more the next day.

I used the toilet and then the shower, numb with the understanding that we may have had a one day love affair. I didn't mourn my missed opportunity to make love to her, she wasn't ready so it didn't matter how bad I wanted it. Instead I wondered how we could live together with such an event to color everything between us. How we could deal with knowing we had given in to our powerful emotions and sinned worse than anyone we knew could ever understand.

Worst of all, I wondered if it would kill me when she told me it had been a mistake that we needed to keep secret and never talk about. As much as I was frightened of the pain such an event would give me, I feared she would be wounded worse. Shit, what did I do?

The weight of my selfishness crushed me as I leaned against the tiles in the shower and felt tears burn down my face. I took the best person in my life, the best person who I had ever met and could ever hope to meet, and soiled her with my dark lust. How could she deal with such a thing? How could she reconcile who she had been with what I'd made of her? Surely she'd never forgive me for taking her innocence and damning her to hell.

Her comment about being willing to go to hell surged through my mind. I had brushed it aside in my lust infused state, not willing to listen to her as she told me that she knew what we were doing would have far reaching consequences that I hadn't ever considered. Too swept up in the moment, those words were her best attempt to tell me to stop.

I sobbed and this time I didn't have the loving shoulder of Kerry to support me. I sank down to sit against the back of the tub, racked with painful sobs that stole my air and cramped my stomach. I was going to hell, but that was inconsequential when compared to the fact that my sister would one day join me there. I had torn down a saint and dragged her through the muck. Surely Satan waits with a happy grin for me.

I hadn't ever put any stock in the whole burning for eternity thing before, but that was when I was the only one in risk. The thought of Kerry suffering like that, even if it was just some outdated superstition and there was no Hell, was too much to bear. I couldn't risk her soul because it felt good to be with her.

I finished crying, not because I wasn't still feeling worse than I ever had but because I couldn't continue. I was turning into a prune from being pelted with water for so long and it felt like I hadn't drawn a full breath for hours. Climbing to my feet, I ran some soap over my body and shampooed my hair before twisting off the water. I stepped out onto the towel Kerry had left on the floor in her haste to get away from me and felt the cool stains of her water beneath my soles. It chilled me as I was reminded of my loss.

I pulled a towel from the closet to my right and mindlessly went about the business of drying off; watching the steam from my shower swirl in eddies around my head as my arms moved through it. As the swirls spun away from me I wondered how I could handle the inevitable conversation that faced me on the other side of the door. Would she break down and cry for what I had done to her? Would she be angry and accuse me of taking advantage of her when she was weak? Would she be flip and tell me it was nothing?

With nothing else to wear I wrapped myself in the towel I had used and grabbed the one from under my feet to throw it in the hamper. I pulled open the door and followed the churning steam from the bathroom out into the hallway. The hamper was to my right and I deposited the towel in it as I went by to head into my room. I pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt and turned to head into my future.

I paused as I noticed a crumpled hand towel by my door, lying where Kerry had left it yesterday on the carpet. It just served to remind me of how I had soiled her and after a moment I moved on, leaving the damn thing where it had been dropped.

I tossed my towel in the hamper and made my way downstairs, letting my footfalls sound loudly on each step as I descended. I wanted her to know I was coming so she could avoid me if she wanted to. I was as ready as I could be for the talk, but I wanted to eat something first.

Kerry was curled up on the couch watching some Saturday morning cartoon I had no idea she even knew existed as I turned from the living room and made my way to the kitchen. I didn't try to look closely at her as I passed by behind the couch, hoping to have a few more minutes to compose myself before having to stare her pain in the face. Instead I simply walked through the edge of the room and into the kitchen.

I dug out my usual breakfast, cereal and milk, and filled a bowl. Sitting at the island I ignored the sharp memory of what we'd done on that structure and dug in to my cereal. Every time I looked up I was reminded of the sight she'd made as she stood in front of the sink with her back to me. I refused to relive what I'd done to her in reaction to that sight but relished the feeling she'd given me by simply being good and beautiful and pure.

I was done with my cereal and staring at the sink lost in emptiness. No thoughts penetrated my mind and I just drifted, feeling numb. Slowly I raised out of it enough to start to move again, taking my spoon and bowl over to the sink to wash them without once telling my limbs to do so. My hands pushed the soapy sponge hard against the bowl with circular swipes and soon enough it was clean and drying on the rack.

With a sigh I turned and headed back toward the living room, feeling a creeping dread well up inside me as each step took me closer to my victim. I felt like a man on death row going to see the family of the person he'd killed. 'Dead man walkin' sounded over and over in my head. But I wasn't dead; I was still alive, still here to cause Kerry more pain.

I couldn't see her as I approached the couch from an angle that didn't allow me to see the front but I noticed she'd turned off the TV. I drew up all the courage I'd ever had and fought down more fear than I'd ever known as my feet continued to take me to the armrest closest to me. As she came into view a sharp pain in my chest threatened to drop me where I stood. She was crying, not sobbing but just letting tears flow down her face. I'd never known the pain of another could hurt so bad.

"Kerry?" I didn't mean to make it sound like a question but it came out as one anyway. I fought to maintain my feet and stumbled to the lazy boy at an angle to the couch. I plopped down in it and watched as those tears stained the throw pillow she was resting her head on.

"Kerry we have to talk," my voice was weak and reedy as I forced out words I never wanted to speak. "I think I may have pushed you too far. I think I made a mistake."

She choked loudly at that and her tears were accompanied by sobs that gathered intensity with each passing moment. I could only stare as she did what I couldn't at the moment and mourned our folly. She shook with such force the pain in it was visible and all I could do was gape like an idiot.

How I wanted to soothe her. How I wanted to take that pain from her and hold it in myself. I would have gladly accepted that, knowing agony of such magnitude could well kill me. It didn't matter. I didn't need to live anymore. I just needed to save her that pain. I was faced with the knowledge that I couldn't do that, I was useless to her. Nothing could have hurt me more than that.

"Kerry?" Again my tone indicated a question but I wasn't asking anything. I couldn't think of something to say. There were so many words that we needed to share with each other but none of them would come. I was paralyzed and mute as she shook harder than ever on that couch.

"I'm still a coward Jay," she barely whispered as her eyes finally sought me out. She looked hurt beyond words and I felt the tears I'd thought tapped out filling my eyes.

"I'm so sorry," I moaned through a tightening throat. Once again tears drew lines down my face and I felt like the worst sort of fool.

"'I'm sorry.' That's what you have to say to me! I'm sorry!" She was suddenly fierce with rage as she rose from the couch and threw herself at me. "You aren't sorry, you can't be sorry!"

"Kerry..." She landed in my lap and though it looked like she was ready to kill me she instead wrapped me in a tight embrace.

"Please don't be sorry Jay. Please, don't regret it too. Please, if you get scared I'll be lost." She hissed in my ear as we shook with sobs. I had no idea what she was talking about. "I need you Jay. I need you!"

I held her to me and we cried. I was shocked with how badly I had misread the situation but I still couldn't figure out what she was feeling or why she was feeling it. Did she want me to tell her everything was alright? Did she need me to validate her love for me or the heinous nature of our act? Did she need to be my victim so she didn't feel like she had committed the sin too?

Deep anguish seemed to flow between us and resound on itself, growing bigger to unbearable proportions as we flailed helplessly in its grip. She shook, I shook harder, and she shook even harder in return. Our bodies reached their limit as we tore ourselves apart with fear, regret, and sadness. Just when I was certain I would be crushed and never draw breath again the pressure released and we fell into silence.

We whimpered together, both destroyed by the power of what we'd just put each other through. There was no ego, no sense of self as we melded together into something neither of us was or ever had been. Slowly we separated back into a separate pair as the numbness took hold.

"Kerry, what's going on?" I asked at just barely a whisper. She stirred against me, unwilling to rise to the challenge of forming words just yet.

We sat in silence, her on my lap and leaning into me with her head on my chest and her arms holding me weakly. Exhaustion made those arms shake and when I noticed that I realized mine were shaking too. My shirt was stained with her tears and left me cool with every touch against my chest. Her robe was bunched under her and pressing into my thighs painfully but it was at most distant.

"I'm sorry Jay, I know you don't want me to be but I'm just so scared." She finally started to explain. "I'm scared that what we did, what we are, will kill us. I'm afraid that I'll never be enough for you. It kills me that you have to keep trying to fix me..."

"I don't have to fix you Kerry."

"But you do it anyway," she whispered as she finally looked me in the eye. The pain was gone but her fear seemed permanently attached to her.

"That's not..."

"You do. I wish I could be better, but I'm not." Again her head sank to look away from me and I held her as best I could with shivering arms.

"You don't need to be better Kerry. You're already better than I'll ever deserve."

"Don't say that."

"It's true..."

"It's not true! I'm just holding you back! I'm just a stupid little girl who's too scared of..."

"Stop it! Stop it Kerry! I won't let you do this! I won't let you diminish yourself for my benefit!" She fell silent then, either not able or not willing to push things further. I held her as she vibrated against me, wondering how I could ever tell her that she needed to get away from me.

"What are we gonna do Jay?" She whimpered into my chest. I heaved a sigh and couldn't figure out how she thought I could answer that.

"I don't know Kerry. I wish I did, but I don't." She snuggled against me and we returned to the charged silence. We sat like that in silence for so long I was beginning to think she'd fallen asleep.

"Kerry?"

"Yeah?"

"Maybe we should think about this rationally. Consider our options."

"Maybe. What are our options?" I held my breath as she asked that. This was it, the worst moment of my life. I had to convince her to reject me, to run and never look back and pray for forgiveness for the rest of her life.

"Remember what you said in the kitchen about going to hell?" I asked in a shaky voice and she looked up at me with knit brows.

"What about it?"

"I think we need to think about that. You're such a good person Kerry and I..."

"Oh no! Don't even think it! No way Jay, you aren't pulling that shit on me. No way!" She shot up to sit very straight and look me in the eye, her free hand gesturing wildly.

"Kerry..."

"No Jay, you're already my knight in shining armor you don't have to prove it by saving me from myself."

"Kerry please!"

"No, I won't listen to it. I won't! I'm not going to hell Jay, not if you aren't willing to sacrifice that with me." I just blinked at her. Did she think I was trying to save myself?

"Look, you know what we did was wrong. You know that, that's why you kept stopping. Not because you're afraid of being intimate, because you know what you're doing will have consequences." I pressed her, sure she'd see reason.

"That's what you think? You think I'm like that? Do you really think I'd tell you I love you like that if I didn't?"

"Kerry that's not what I said!"

"No, you said I was afraid to go to hell. Well I don't care about that shit! I'm not even sure I believe in it! You think you know me so well but you don't, I'm not some mindless drone that accepts everything the Church says without thinking about it." She was getting very animated now, throwing her arms in the air and shifting on my lap to face me directly.

"I didn't say..."

"No but that's what you think of me. You told me before to let go of the Catholic shit but you never asked if I already had." She poked me in the chest and I realized I'd underestimated her. After everything she'd proven able to handle, I'd underestimated her.

I was forced to stop and think. I couldn't convince her that I was the wrong choice like this; she had too many defenses ready for it. I had to find some other way. I thought back over what she'd said but she didn't give me a chance to figure it out.

"Jay I don't want to stop. I don't want to try to find someone else who'll never compare to you. I've always been in love with you, since before I even knew what that meant. There's never been anyone else. Ever." She was staring me in the eye and I couldn't think in the face of such honest beauty.

"Say something Jay. Don't just sit there trying to find a way to convince me to give you up, say something." I was shocked she'd reached right in me and pulled out the truth of what I'd been trying to do. I tried my best to say something intelligent.

"I...I don't know what to say." I failed.

"Say you love me. Say you'll always love me. No matter what. Say that and we can make it through anything." She softly implored, her eyes wide with love and fear.

"Kerry..."

"If you can't say it now Jay then I'll just wait. I don't care how long it takes, I'll wait."

We fell silent as I struggled to reconcile twin urges to confess my love and try again to scuttle her. She sank back into me and wrapped her left arm around my waist as her head pressed over my heart. Feeling her like that, so vulnerable and yet so strong made it seem irrational to ever want her to leave.

But it wasn't irrational. There was no doubt that this, whatever it was, was bad. Sure it felt good, but so does smoking crack. Just because something feels good it doesn't mean it's right. I may not be the strongest of moral pillars, but I know better than to believe anything that feels good is good. She did too, but just refused to accept it.

"Kerry please listen to me." I said softly into her mass of curly brown hair. "Please, look at me and just listen. Alright?" She sat up again and looked at me, eyes wide with fear. She thought I was going to break her heart and if everything went right I would.




Touch Ch. 03



"Ok." She said in a small voice and my heart lurched to tell me to shut up and just do whatever she wanted. Sometimes being smart can really hurt.

"I love you. I really, really love you. It's big, bigger than anything I've ever known. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yeah."

"I wish it was different, I really do, but it doesn't matter how much I love you. It doesn't matter how much you love me. This could never work, no matter what we tell ourselves or each other." She spoke up then, unwilling to listen to what I had to say.

"Jay you don't believe that."

"I do. I know you don't want me to, but I do. I've seen the strongest relationships dissolve over stupid shit that meant nothing but tore them apart anyway. I've known guys who woke up one day and just left their wives and kids behind because they just couldn't stay any longer."

"But that's not us Jay. I could never leave you, no matter what." She was begging me with that, trying to convince me of it as if I didn't already believe it.

"You're right, it's not us. We're different. It's even harder for us."

"No it isn't, it's easier." She turned into me thinking she'd found something to argue.

"Listen to me please. It seems easier because we already love each other. But that doesn't mean we can make a viable couple. There's more to it than how much we love each other. Think about everything you'd have to give up for me."

"I don't care, you're worth it." She said fast to get in before I could go on. I let her say her piece and listened to it before going on heedlessly.

"Think about what I can never give you. You can't ever marry me, no matter where we go or what we do. We can only pretend to be married at best. No church would ever agree to marry us so even if we changed our names and forged whatever we'd have to in order to get a civil marriage we wouldn't be married in the religious sense."

"Since when do you care about religion? You haven't gone to church in years." She was right, but my point remained valid anyway.

"Yes but you go every Sunday without fail. You can't tell me that means nothing to you." She frowned and looked pensive for a moment.

"No, you're right it means something to me. Church isn't about what I can't do or what I'm gonna get in trouble for. It's about finding something that's bigger than me, something that's always there and can help me when I need it. I pray every day because I believe that someone, something, is kind and compassionate enough to listen. It doesn't matter what I do, I know that God will forgive me for it if it's wrong."

I just sat back and marveled at her as she explained her religiousness to me. I had always called bullshit to the trappings of the Church and it had been impossible for me to separate that from what she was describing.

"So you don't believe in hell?"

"I don't know. I mean, there must be some people who very much deserve to go there but they're not like us. They're evil, they hurt people. Who do we hurt by being in love?" She reached up and lightly drew a finger across my cheek. Oh the feel of her skin on mine, I just couldn't ever get enough of that!

"I don't know who we hurt. It's a crime just about wherever you go and I know it's a sin so it must be bad. Why else would everyone squirm at the thought of incest if there wasn't something intrinsically wrong with it?" It sounded like a good argument, even if I could easily blast holes in it myself. Why did I keep underestimating my sister?

"Since when do you care what all the drones do? I don't squirm at the thought of incest, at least not with you. Who cares what anyone else thinks about it?" She shot her eyebrows up at me and waited for an answer. I didn't have one so she went on.

"You know why incest is illegal and it's not a concern for us so we don't have to worry about it." I frowned at that, unsure what exactly she meant.

"How is it not a concern for us?" Her face fell and she colored before looking down to press her head into my chest again.

"I forgot that you don't know."

"I don't know what?" She shivered against me and held me tighter. I found myself stroking her hair and on the verge of telling her it was alright if she couldn't tell me. I stopped the words in my throat and hoped she'd tell me without any prompting.

"I have a disorder." Terror gripped me as I started to think of the worst. Was she dying? Was she about to die and no one had told me? God please don't let it be that.

"What kind of..." I couldn't finish it. All I could do was hope she wasn't about to tell me we needed to get another plot at the cemetery.

"I was born with a hormonal imbalance of some sort. The medical stuff is just confusing but..." she stopped and once again looked up at me with big watery eyes. "Basically I don't function like a normal..."

She started to cry again, which was something I would have thought impossible after everything we'd already let out. This was obviously something that was hurting her very badly.

"You can't have children Kerry?" I asked, thinking I'd figured it out. God I hoped that was all she was saying. I know it sounds harsh, but I'd rather hear the woman I love is infertile than hear she's about to die.

"Uh uh," she thrust out her bottom lip and it quivered as her tears slid down her cheeks. She was in such pain! I hadn't realized how deep such a thing could hurt someone.

"Why...when...God I'm sorry." I was stammering as I tried to figure out how to find out everything I could without pressing her.

"There's more," she muttered against me as her head fell again.

"It's ok, you don't have to go into it. I understand it must be painful for you." I held her close as she whimpered and once again wet my shirt with her tears. It didn't last long though, the human body can only cry so much before it just stops.

"Jay, I'm sorry for everything."

"Don't apologize Kerry. I didn't know, I just..." I trailed off but she seemed to understand. Once again we fell into silence.

I thought hard on what exactly my goal should be here. I wanted her to come to the realization that we couldn't be a couple, but now I just couldn't seem to think of why. Sure, the usual stuff still applied even if she said it didn't, but with her shaking in pain against me there wasn't any reason I could think of not to soothe that pain however I could.

"Kerry, can you promise me one thing?" I asked, hoping to at least extract some sort of insurance that I wasn't damning her.

"Of course Jay. Anything." Once again she looked up at me and I fell into her eyes. I needed to help her however I could, but I couldn't seem to find the way to do it.

"Promise me when I die you'll pray for forgiveness for what you've done with me. Please..." She didn't let me finish.

"No Jay. I'm sorry, but I can't ever betray you like that. I won't, I can't."

"Please Kerry! I can't stand the thought of you suffering for me like that. Please!" I was begging as if her life depended on it and in a way it did, at least as far as I was concerned.

"I love you Jay," she said as she reached up to caress my face again. I was lost for a moment in the feel of her hand on my face and the look of intense emotion in her eyes. "I hope I'll never deny you anything else, but I can't do that. I can't ask God to forgive me for the best thing in my life. If you have to go to hell for me, I'll follow you no matter what."

"God Kerry..." I once again felt tears rolling down my face and wetting her fingers. It shouldn't have been possible, but the pain was so intense it seemed perfectly normal. How could I ever justify what I'd done to her?

"I love you Jay," she whispered as she leaned forward to kiss my tears from my cheek. "I'll always love you, no matter what. I'll always forgive you, no matter what. Even if God won't. If He can't, then we don't need him anyway."

I only sobbed louder at that. Now I had taken away her faith too. How far did this have to go before I'd completely destroyed her? How much could her soul take before she fell into utter melancholy?

"I love you. I love you," she whispered over and over as my tears ran dry and her lips pressed against my face to wipe them away. Her lips finally pressed lightly over mine and we shared a chaste kiss of pure love that blasted away the doubt, the worry, and the pain of what we were for just a moment.

"I don't know what the right thing to do is Kerry," I whispered against her lips as we stared into each other's eyes forehead to forehead. "I don't know how to save you from me."

"You can't save me, I don't need saving." She whispered back. "God will forgive me, I know it. If He thinks this is wrong, he'll understand why we had to do it. He'll understand, I know it."

"How can you be so sure?" I asked with a tight throat and a puzzled expression.

"I have faith. I trust God to do what's right even when I can't. I trust Him to save me if I deserve it and damn me if I deserve that instead. It doesn't matter, I love you anyway."

"I don't understand Kerry. I don't feel faith like that. All I can feel is doubt and fear. I can't justify loving you if it means God will punish you." I could barely speak around the ball of tightness in my throat but I forced my words out around it.


""What about you Jay? Don't you think I'm scared that you'll suffer for me too?" I drew in a shaky breath as she switched the emphasis back to me. I didn't want that, I wasn't important. Only her wellbeing was of any consequence here.

"I don't know, I guess. It doesn't matter to me though; I didn't have that far to fall."

"Don't say that! My God Jay, you're not such a bad person that you'd go to hell! You know that don't you?" She was vehement about that, but she didn't really know about the things I'd done. She didn't know what war had made me do, what I'd been unable to hold back from.

"Kerry, I've killed people. A lot of people. I know it was war, but it still stains me. I can't shake that off, I can't pretend like it won't weigh me down. I've done so much, seen so much, I couldn't ever tell you about. I can't have you knowing that too."

"I don't care what you've done. God will forgive you if it was truly a sin. All you have to do is ask, really ask, and God will forgive you." She was almost pleading with me as she gently rubbed her nose against mine.

"I'm not sure I believe that..."

"It doesn't matter, He does. He'll save you if you let him. If you let me." She kissed me in that soft, loving way again and my mind blanked.

I reveled in the purity of her love for me, knowing it was stronger than any words I ever used would be able to overcome. I couldn't convince her to let me go. I didn't want to. I hated myself for that, but I just wanted to love her forever and never worry about the consequences of it.

"I want you to come to church with me. Right now. We can go in and you can confess everything you've ever done, get it off your chest. Tell Father Brian everything you feel guilty about, from the war to me and everything else. If you are truly repentant then God will hear it and forgive you. It doesn't matter what you've done, He will forgive you." She was so confident, so trusting in her God that it inspired a little faith in me. I didn't think it was enough.

"I don't know if I can. I can't ever ask God to forgive me for you, for loving you like I do." I tried to tell her I didn't have the faith but she didn't let me go on.

"I know. I can't do that either. I regret everything we've done. God I hate that I regret it, but I do. But still I love you and I'll do it all again to share that love with you. I understand if you feel the same way."

"Kerry I don't regret what we've done, but at the same time I feel like I hurt you. It's like I changed you..." I couldn't figure out what to say, how to explain it.

"You didn't hurt me. You've never hurt me. I have changed, but it's only been for the better. I will always look back at yesterday as the day I woke up to what love and sex and everything good could really be." I held her close and we clung to one another desperate to ease each other's pain and worry.

"Will you do it? Will you confess your sins?" She asked after a time, pressing her cheek into my chest so I could feel her jaw working with each word.

"Kerry..."

"Please Jay, if not for yourself then for me. Please!" I wanted to say yes if for no other reason than to put her at ease, but I had to think about it. She wasn't asking me to half-ass this, she didn't want me to go in and tell the priest I had beat off a few times in the decade or so since my last confession. If I agreed then I was telling her I'd make a full, honest confession.

"Kerry I'm not sure it will work."

"You don't have to be. Just be sure that I believe it will work, it will clean that stain from you. If you can't have faith in God, have faith in me." I sighed into her hair and she squeezed me tight. How could I say no to that?

"If you promise it will work then I'll do it. Only because I believe in you, nothing else."

"I promise. God will forgive you. I swear. He'll see the goodness in you that I do and wipe away all the darkness you've been put through. I promise." I squeezed her back and we fell into silence for a short time again.

"I'll do it Kerry. I'll confess my sins, but the priest won't hear anything about you. I can't explain it, but even though I know I've put a ton on you I can't bring myself to regret it. Not really. I wish I was a better person, but I'm not." I whispered to her as she once again looked up at me with deep watery eyes.

"I feel the same way. I'll never ask God to forgive me for you, no matter what."

We sat on the recliner for nearly an hour in silence. I could feel her warmth making my legs and hips sweat. Her scent, clean and potent through her thin clothes, was all consuming as I brushed my nose through her hair and over her head. I was sweating too and I could smell my own scent, not nearly so attractive or clean as Kerry's. I started to worry that having her head so close to my underarms was starting to become repulsive to her.

"Kerry, I think I should get changed and get ready if we're gonna go." She just pressed tighter to me, drawing her nose closer to my unpleasant sweat stained armpit. "Kerry..."

"I know, but I can't let go yet. Just a little while longer. Please?" She wasn't trying to be sexy but her voice held that innocence that she affected so well and drove me crazy. I drew my hand over her curly hair and cooed softly to her.

"Are you sure you don't want to let me put on some deodorant or something?" I asked softy, feeling the heat of embarrassment burn my face and down my neck.

"Why...?" She looked up at me and saw the flush across my face. Confusion flitted across her face only to be replaced by a sort of compassionate understanding.

"I like your smell Jay." I frowned at her as she said that. She couldn't really enjoy that, could she?

"Yeah, but I'm starting to sweat pretty good and..."

"I know. That's why I was pressing my face so hard against your chest. I can smell you. I like it." Puzzlement filled my expression and I could feel the way it pulled at my face. She laughed softly at me.

"You don't believe me? Watch." To my surprise she bent down and pressed her nose against the sweat stain that had developed on my shirt. She inhaled loudly and drew in my scent with a hard pull. If she didn't like it, she was going through a lot to tell me otherwise.

"How can you...?" I started to ask but she reached up and put her finger over my lips. Once again she inhaled deeply, pressing her nose deep into my armpit as if I smelled like fresh apple pie.

"Kerry..." Again she stopped me and this time she pulled up the short sleeve of my t-shirt to press her nose against the sweating, hair covered skin of the armpit itself. The sound of her inhaling my scent straight from the source muted me more than her fingers could.

"Remember yesterday when you...licked me...down there?" She asked uncomfortably as she pulled back and swiped her fingers across her face to get my sweat off her nose. I was about to reply when she stuck those fingers in her mouth and I was dumbstruck again.

"Remember Jay?" She asked once the fingers were out, glistening now with her saliva rather than my sweat.

"Uh, I'm not sure which time you're talking about." I answered with difficulty.

"In the kitchen when you..." she paused and the soft smile fell into a frown. "When you licked my ass." She forced it out as if the words didn't want to be spoken.

"Very well," I answered. I was about to ask why she wanted to know when she dipped her head to stick her nose back into my still exposed armpit. I was unable to speak as I felt her press her nose hard against my underarm and once again inhaled loudly.

"When you first did that I was freaked out," she explained as once again she gathered my sweat from her nose and began to lick it off her fingers. "I thought that something like that was disgusting, like you should never want to go anywhere near me there."

"Kerry, I love everything about you. Every part. There isn't any part of you I don't want to pleasure, to experience as closely as possible." I explained and that soft smile returned.

"I know. I realized that later when the same thing occurred to me. Remember when you were on the island and I was sucking you?" She asked as her nose moved to take its place in my armpit again.

"Who could ever forget that?"

"Remember how I was only using one hand most of the time?" She asked and then inhaled me like a coke addict.

"Uh, yeah. Why?"

"I read more on the internet than just about stopping before orgasm," she explained as she once again cleaned my sweat from her hand. "I wanted to test something out but I was scared it would freak you out. I kept trying to get the courage to do it but I just couldn't."

"Ok. What do you mean?" I wasn't sure, but I thought I understood where she was going with this.

"Well," she started as she finally stopped sniffing my underarm and looked up at me. "I wanted to use my finger on you...down there."

"Whoa! Ok, I get it." I said, thinking she'd stop when I said that. She didn't.

"I thought when I read that that I'd never be able to do it, that it was just too disgusting. But when I was there, with your amazing cock in my mouth, all I was concerned about was that you'd freak out from it. It didn't seem disgusting at all; just something to do that would make you feel good."

She shifted on me and looked me in the eye. I could tell she wanted me to confirm my understanding of what she'd said but I was still a little stuck on the fact that she'd wanted to finger my ass. I'd never had anyone do that to me, and truthfully it seemed kind of gay to me. I realize that's rather neurotic of me, since it would be a woman doing it and not a man, but that was still my gut reaction.

"That's when I realized that there wasn't any part of you I didn't want to have anything to do with. The only thing that held me back was fear, as usual. Do you get what I mean?"

"I understand," I said softly. "You should know that I would let you do that, but I've never experienced it before. I don't know if it would feel good or not, but if it's you doing it I'm sure I'll love it."

"I'll keep that in mind for the next time." She said, without adding any sort of sexual overtone. We were too emotionally drained for that.

"Alright, what do you say we get up off our lazy asses and head over to that church for a little soul cleansing?" I asked a bit sarcastically and she giggled. She leaned forward to press her nose to mine again, rubbing back and forth so intimately.

"I object to being called lazy. I like to consider myself smart for saving my energy for when I need it." She spoke softly through a wide grin and I chuckled into her lips. I could smell my scent on her, sharp and basic. Not at all what I'd call pleasant.




Touch Ch. 03



"I'd kiss you but you don't like the smell on my lips so..." I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers and she moaned softly into my mouth. I could taste my sweat, salty and bitter, but it didn't matter. Anything would taste good in my sister's mouth, I swear.

"Ok, we better go before..." This time she cut me off with a kiss and we really started to melt into each other. The passion that had seemed impossible not two minutes before swelled within us and suddenly I was hard under her.

"Why don't you let me give you another reason to confess?" She asked as she pulled away and looked at me with lust blazing in her eyes. I groaned, wondering if I should give in or fight it off.

"I don't know, maybe we should save it for later after we've had something to eat and a little rest. You look pretty tired." She ground her ass down on me and pouted like no one else could ever hope to accomplish. If she asked me to, I would have done anything for her.

"You're right, again." She paused as if thinking about how much to say before going on. "I think tonight is gonna be the best night of my life."

"I sure hope I can make it better than last night." I smiled, wondering if it was possible to do that.

I had never thought that just oral sex could be so powerful that all I wanted was to do it again and didn't care if I never went further with her. What's more, the best part hadn't been when she'd been sucking me. For the first time in my life I was truly selfless when it came to giving during sex. All I wanted was for her to be happy and it was new to me.

"If you can do that I'll never be able to get out of bed again," she giggled softly. "Seriously though, I still feel exhausted from last night on top of everything today."

"Well, I have to admit it wasn't really my doing."

"Yeah right. So it was someone else that made me orgasm so hard I could hardly keep my eyes open afterward." She said sarcastically and I shook my head at her.

"No, I was there but the credit for that and everything else goes to you."

"Jay, I didn't lick myself." She pointed out unnecessarily. I grinned at her as I got an image of her doing just that and she seemed to realize it. "Shut up!" She burst out in outraged giggles.

"I didn't say anything," I defended myself as I tried not to laugh.

"You were imagining me doing that to myself weren't you?" She asked in mock outrage. I think it was mock outrage anyway.

"Do you think you're flexible enough to do it?" I was laughing around my words before I could finish getting them out. She frowned and then wrinkled her nose so cute my laugh died a little. I wanted her so bad.

"No, I'm not."

"But you're a dancer. Dancer's are flexible aren't they?" I was chuckling now and her cuteness factor skyrocketed to as yet unachieved heights as she frowned, wrinkled her nose, and shook her head all at once.

"I'm not that flexible Jay. But if you want to we can try." She was laughing now as my own mirth died and once again I was picturing her eating herself out.

"That would be the most intense..." I trailed off as her laugh faded and she hit me lightly in the chest.

"I can hardly use my hand on myself and you think I'd know what to do if I could get my head down there?" She was sobering now, and I could tell we were skating close to her insecurity again.

"Well, if it were possible, I'd help you. And, if you asked real nice, I'd let you practice on some other girl." Outrage bloomed her in face as she thought I was seriously suggesting I wanted another girl to join the equation. My grin let her know I was joking and she relaxed back against me.

"You know I couldn't ever share you with anyone right?" She asked as she buried her head in my chest and started to sniff at my armpit again.

"I know. I feel the same way about you. But you don't have to worry about that, I don't want someone else. You're more than I'll ever be able to handle."

"You better believe it mister!" She said into my chest vehemently and then laughed at her own intensity. I chuckled too, enjoying how possessive she'd become of me.

"So, not to try to ruin the party again, but I think we may need to get up soon." I said shifting from the soreness from holding her on my lap for so long.

"Can't we just hold each other forever?" She asked as if it were an honest question. I drew my hands over her robe covered back and wished I could touch her skin to skin again.

"I think at some point we may have to eat or something like that, but other than that I don't see why we couldn't." I replied in the same serious tone. She snuggled tight to me and hummed a bit to herself before pulling back.

"Alright, I'm ready." She said and I started to scoot her off me. "No I'm not. I'm sorry, just a little more." Once again she clung to me and I couldn't find it in me to scold her for her behavior. Honestly, I didn't want to let go of her either.

"I love you so much. It just hurts not to be touching you." She sniffled a bit and squeezed harder than her slight frame seemed able to.

"I understand, but I can hardly breathe Kerry." I said as she tried to drive the air from my lungs.

"I'm sorry. I just..."

"Stop apologizing to me. I said I understand." She let her grip loosen on me and relaxed a bit in my arms. I was feeling anxious to be off but at the same time the phenomenon that kept her seated on me was keeping my arms around her.

"Ok, I'm ready." Once again she sat back but I pulled her tight to me and held firmly.

"Well I'm not, so you're just gonna have to wait a little." I said as I held her tight enough to prevent her escape but not crush the wind from her. To my surprise she didn't laugh but instead hugged me even tighter than before.

"We need to go before we become permanently attached to this chair." Kerry said as she sat back. Before either of us could go for another embrace I scooted her back and she stood in front of me.

To my surprise, she reached down without hesitation and grabbed me through my shorts. Her hand found that perfect grip and she started to jerk me fast and hard. I struggled to get a protest out as I suddenly felt like I was rapidly approaching making a mess in my shorts.

"K...Kerry what are you doing?" I stammered out.

"I'm making you cum Jay. You need it, I can tell." She looked deadly serious as her hand became a blur in my lap. I didn't want her to do this, not because it wasn't good but because she just looked like she thought she was doing her duty.

"You don't have to..."

"I know but I want to. You've been hard for a while and I think I need to relieve the pressure for you." She was starting to sweat she was stroking me so fast and I found it increasingly difficult to speak.

"Stop! Stop Kerry! Shit!" She maintained her hard pace for a moment or two after I'd told her to stop and then let her hand slow to still on me. She maintained that perfect grip and looked up from my crotch to my face.

I could see her fragility then, like a thin rubber band stretched to its limit and about to break. I knew if I rebuffed her she'd lapse into another fit of self doubt but I needed her to understand that my pleasure would never be her duty.

"Kerry I really liked what you were doing but before you keep going I need you to listen to me. Ok?" Her face maintained that same delicate look as she nodded silently to me.

"I want you to understand that it's never gonna be your duty to do this for me. If you want to then you're more than welcome to but if you're just doing it because you think I need it or want it then you shouldn't. Do you understand what I mean?"

My breath stopped as I waited for her face to tell me if I had broken that rubber band or not. She looked contemplative for a second but didn't break down so I took that as a good thing.

"I didn't mean to make it sound like it was a duty for me or something. Jay, I thought you understood that I love giving you pleasure. I guess I never said it right, but every time I'm near you all I want to do is make you cum." She explained slowly, as if unsure she would be able to convince me what she was saying was true.

"Even after everything..."

"Always. Even now. I don't feel like I owe it to you, I feel like it would be great to suck you off because it's always great. That's all." I stared into her eyes and she showed no doubt. I had misread her again, but at least this time it didn't end in tears.

"Well what if I told you I wanted to return the favor?" I asked, trying not to jump right into dirty talk after the delicate moment.

"We don't have enough time. I'd love for you to do that but..."

"Why don't we have enough time? It's not even noon yet." She flushed and I knew the old insecurities were back. She turned away and finally released me, a little growl of frustration escaping her lips just barely loud enough for me to hear.

"Maybe we should just get dressed and go to the church." She suggested as she refused to look at me. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, wondering if I'd ever be able to affect a permanent change in her and get rid of that damn self consciousness.

"Kerry, look at me please." She refused silently and turned nearly all the way around to show me most of her back.

"Kerry, listen to me please. I can't stand to see you like this, it's driving me crazy."

"I know. I'm sorry, I'm just really messed up that's all." She didn't turn back to me and I was starting to get desperate.

"Tell me what you're feeling right now." I said in a firm tone. I didn't want to scare her, but I wanted her to feel compelled to obey.

"I'm so embarrassed..." she trailed off in a frightened tone.

"Why are you embarrassed?"

"Jay! You know why I'm embarrassed." She didn't want to say it but I needed her to air it out so she could see it was pointless to hold on to it.

"Pretend I don't know. Tell me exactly why you feel like you do."

"I...I can't. It's too embarrassing." She said rather paradoxically. I suppressed a sigh of frustration and held my determination.

"What are you afraid of? Why do you think anything you could ever do in front of me would be worth feeling embarrassed over? Please, tell me!"

"I don't know..."

"Tell me Kerry!" I was pushing her now and I hoped it wasn't over a cliff.

"Because I'm still just a little girl! Because I'm still scared of the same things as always, even after last night! Even after all you did to change it; I'm still just a coward." She sounded defeated and though she wouldn't face me I could see the way her head hung and her face fell.

"It's alright to be scared Kerry. Being brave doesn't mean not feeling fear, it means overcoming it. You did that last night and you can do it again if you want to. You were very brave last night and I admire you for it." I was even toned and plain honest as I explained it to her. I hoped that some day she might be able to accept that I was speaking the truth but I knew she'd fight it at first.

"I wasn't brave last night. You just managed to get me around the fear for a little while, that's all."

"Kerry it was all you last night, I told you that." She shook her head and still would not look at me.

"Look at me Kerry. Look at me please." I heard her sniffle a bit but she didn't turn her head. "Look at me, please look at me. I love you, I want to help you but you have to look at me."

That did it and she finally turned to look me in the eye. She was as embarrassed as I'd ever seen her, her face flushed completely and her eyes wide and trying to pull away from mine again.

"I love you Kerry. I don't think you're a little girl or a pain in the ass or any of it. I understand that this is hard for you, that you think you don't know how to handle it, but you need to believe with all that faith you have that you can do it. I don't know why you feel so inadequate but when you feel like that just remember how much I love you and realize that I wouldn't love you like I do if you were someone else. I don't want you to be someone else."

"But if I wasn't so scared I'd be someone else." I shifted again, not having anticipated her finding that loop in my logic. I had to scramble to find some way to overcome it.

"You wouldn't be someone else because that fear is something that was forced on you through years of being told that it should be there. I've seen the real you. Every time you touch me, every time you stroke me or suck me I can see the powerful and confident person that you really are. The fear is just something that's added on to keep the real you down."

"I don't know Jay. I just don't know." Again she sounded sad and lost. I knew no matter what I said she wouldn't let it go just like that. I had to accept it and move on.

"Alright, I just want you to promise me you'll think about it. Can you do that?"

"Yeah, I can."

"Good. That's all I ask." I paused and she reached up to push her hair back from her face where it had fallen. For some reason that simple gesture seemed so sexy but I pushed down the urge that accompanied that thought.

"What do ya say we go see this priest of yours and make a confession?" I asked and she barely smiled, just a little pull at the corners of her mouth.

"Ok," was all she said and I climbed from the recliner feeling drenched in sweat and overwhelmed with emotions already spent. Slowly we made our way upstairs to change.



The priest was the usual morose monotone type, asking me what I'd done as I knelt on the leather lined pad and faced the grated window. I had been thinking about whether or not to hold back but as soon as he said his piece to get me to start talking it all just poured out.

I told him every bad thing I'd ever done, at least everything I could remember. He seemed a bit taken aback by it, especially when I told him how many people I knew I had killed. It only got worse when I told him how many I thought I might have been responsible for but had no way to know.

Don't get me wrong, I realize that killing someone who's trying to kill you isn't wrong. I understand that much of what I did could be considered commendable by any reasonable person who knew the situation. Even so, there were certainly times when I was acting on thin reasoning and came to regret it. I participated in a lot of shit, but I always tried to remain above the fray. Sometimes I failed. Those were the times I told him about with the most emphasis.

Once I was finished we were silent for a long while. I figured that my decade plus worth of confessions had overwhelmed him a bit so I knelt there as patiently as I could. He stuttered a bit and then told me that the best penance he could think of was to find someone and help them whether they realized they needed the help or not. Sort of a pay it forward kind of thing.

I was a bit surprised at his recommended punishment, but I took it in stride as best as I could. I had expected something like twelve thousand Hail Mary's and maybe a few million Our Father's. It occurred to me that I had no idea how these guys determined what a penance should be so I didn't really have any reason to expect any particular punishment. Still, helping someone whether they wanted it or not seemed a bit light to me.

I was about to leave when I felt an oddly strong urge to stay and make one more confession. I had told Kerry she wouldn't come up but I just couldn't seem to leave without at least seeking some kind of advice about what to do about her.

"Father, before I leave I have one more thing," I said and he sort of groaned to himself. He probably thought I was going to confess to trying to start World War Three or something.

"Go ahead my son," he said. He really didn't sound ready to hear it but I figured it was his job so he'd be able to deal with it.

"Father there's this situation I'm in and I don't know what the right thing to do is. It's difficult and I'd just like a bit of advice."

"Ok. Go ahead." He sounded rather impatient then but I did my best to ignore it.

"Well I've fallen in love with someone I shouldn't have and it's pretty bad."

"How is it bad that you love them?" His use of the ambiguous pronoun alerted me to just what he was thinking so I figured I'd be less ambiguous.

"Well, she's very much off limits. I don't want to be specific because she'd...well she attends church here from time to time and..."

"It's all right. I can't tell anyone anything you say in here." He didn't sound so much reassuring as resigned by that. I got the impression all he wanted was for me to leave.

"I know but...well I told her I wouldn't confess it so I won't. The point is, we're in love and shouldn't be. I was hoping you had some sort of advice for me."

"What do you want from me?" He definitely wasn't being nice now. He just sounded worn out and fed up.

"Well, I was just hoping you'd be some sort of help. That's all. If you don't feel like you can then..."

"Jason, let me get this straight. You come in here and tell me eleven years worth of sins over the course of two hours and then ask my advice on a love triangle you're in?"

"It's not a love triangle..."

"Whatever it is, it doesn't matter. Look, love is a good thing. It's what tells us what's right and lets us know when we've fucked up." I was shocked to hear this kindly old man in robes swear, but I guess it wasn't really against the rules. At least I don't think it is.

"So what, I should just follow my heart then?"

"If you want to call it that, then yes follow your heart. I mean, how bad could it be?" The situation seemed absurd to me and his reaction even more so to the point of being comical. I couldn't tell if he was serious or not. Can priests fuck with you during confession?

"Ah, ok I'll keep that in mind then. Thanks. See ya." I was about to stand and leave when he stopped me with a question that should have had me rolling in laughter but I didn't realize it until later.

"Jason. Is it Mrs. Levins?"

"Ah, no father it isn't."

"Ok then. See you later then." I pushed my way out of the confessional feeling a bit confused and more than a bit frustrated. I didn't realize it was possible for a priest to be so ineffective at reassuring someone.

I can understand his being overwhelmed; I had spent somewhere around two hours talking at him about all of my sins. Even so, he's a fucking priest! If a priest can't be patient and sit through that then who can? Isn't his job to be patient and kind to everyone at all times?

I mulled over my rather odd experience as I made my way across the church to where my sister sat in a hard wooden pew. She had chosen a seat right in the middle of the empty church, where most people avoided so they could leave quickly once mass was over. She was kneeling on the padded post that was folded out beneath her with her eyes closed and tears streaming down her cheeks.

I paused as I saw those tears, feeling an odd lack of fear. Sure, I was concerned that she was crying, but I didn't really think it meant she was feeling like I was a mistake she needed to correct. Her hands were folded under her chin and pressed to her chest as her mouth moved to form silent words. I couldn't tell if she was reciting a prayer or just speaking her heart to her God.

I approached slowly and she stopped that silent speaking, though her eyes remained closed. As I shuffled sideways through the wooden pews to get to her she relaxed back into the seat behind her. She let the knee rest remain down and just left her feet butted up against it. Her eyes remained closed and her hands remained folded as she let out what I suspected was two hours worth of tension from her muscles.

I sat on the pew and slid the last few feet over to her, careful not to bump against her and startle her. The wood beneath me was cool and smooth and strangely comforting. I had come to this church every Sunday for my entire life before I left for the Army. I hadn't been back in it since, but now it was a pleasant reminder of simpler times.




Touch Ch. 04



The next week or so was the best time in my life, with no other period even coming close to comparing. We forgot about the outside world completely and spent most of our time wrapped together feeling each other intimately. We fucked, not made love but just fucked, constantly. Despite our best efforts, we could never reach that powerful spiritual nirvana of our first time. Kerry never complained, but I knew we both longed to experience that deep connection again.

I slowly woke to the real world as the days dragged on. I would have liked to have never come up for air, but the truth was I had to. Kerry resisted of course, she just wanted us to be curled around each other forever, but she had to come out of it eventually too. There were too many things that we needed to take care of, things that became increasingly urgent as we whiled away the time banging each other comatose.

It was a Tuesday when I finally managed to leave the house for the first time in so long it felt like I was stepping into an alien world. The sun was bright and unseasonably warm and the reflection from the road as I drove my father's car kept me squinting to see. I was going to get my own car with my father's as a trade in. It wasn't that my dad's car was in bad shape, it was just that it had been his. I couldn't keep driving around a dead man's car.

I managed to get a decent deal, at least I thought so, on a new car that was supposed to be reliable rather than sexy. I didn't really need a sexy car; I had all the sexy I could handle back in my cocoon of love at my parents' house. The trade in went well enough, though I would have liked to have gotten more for it, and soon enough I was driving back to the house in my own car.

An odd sort of tension filled me as I drove closer to the house and Kerry. I hadn't had another moment of doubt since that first time, but now I was starting to feel like maybe I had fucked up. I couldn't explain even to myself why that feeling was clawing through my stomach, but I figured maybe it was just random guilt. After all, we hadn't really resolved the possible damage that this could be doing to her. I had a right to feel irrationally guilty from time to time right?

My knee popped as I climbed from the new car in the garage. I stood leaning against the car door as I hissed in pain and flexed the joint to try to get the pain to fade. Sometimes I think my joints are fifty years older than the rest of my body. They tend to suddenly decide to let me know that my years of vigorous activity had come at a price. I shook out the pain and when it was mostly gone I walked into the house. I could feel an odd squishy feeling, like the knee was about to give out again, as I pushed through the door that connected the garage to the sun room.

"Kerry! I'm home!" I called as I tossed my jacket on the rack and kicked off my shoes. "Kerry?"

"Hold on Jay, I'll be out in a sec!" She finally responded, calling out to me from the bathroom on the first floor.

I grunted softly to myself as I stepped up the single step into the kitchen, shuffling through the stack of mail that I had brought in with me. It was mostly junk and I just tossed it on the island. I grinned subconsciously at the way we had used that island throughout the week. Kerry seemed to have a bit of an attachment to it from the way it had helped spark our passion that first day.

"Hi Big Brother, how'd it go with the car?" She was using that sexy little girl voice and exaggerating every syllable. I smiled and looked up at her from the mail, my breath hitching in my throat at the sight of her.

Kerry was sexy as hell all by herself, but she had decided since we'd been apart for a while she'd up the ante a bit. The result was enough to have me drop the remainder of the mail in my hands over the chair in front of me, much of it spreading haphazardly across the floor and over my feet.

"Is my uniform good enough for school this morning?" She asked as I eyed her with blatant lust. She swept her hands over her outfit and I nodded mutely, struck dumb by the sight of her.

She was wearing her catholic school uniform. Not some sexed up version of it, but the actual uniform she'd worn everyday to high school. It fit her well, but it wasn't designed to be sexy so her tight little body wasn't exactly on lascivious display. Still, the sight of her in that loose white blouse and plaid skirt with maroon knee socks rising up to meet the edge of it had me rock hard. The innocence that uniform represented clashed with the carnal appetite I knew she possessed to drive me mad with lust.

"I don't know, maybe I should check it out more closely," I grated out hoarsely. She laughed that perfect tinkling laugh of hers at the way her outfit was obviously affecting me. She twirled, the skirt reaching out to me invitingly and swishing in a soft rustle against the chair beside her at the end of the island.

"See? It's good right?" She maintained that sweet innocence in her voice and I couldn't stop myself from moving around the island to press against her. She let out a soft growl as I pressed my dick against her belly through our clothes and she held me back.

"It's perfect Kerry. Just perfect." I sighed into her mouth as she tilted her head back so our lips were right against each other. We teased each other for a long moment, waiting for the other to give in and start the kiss. This time I lost, perfectly happy to be put in that bracket, and I pushed my lips to hers to taste her mouth again.

"I'm sorry, but I have a confession Jason," she said teasingly as she pulled back from the kiss. I knew her confession wasn't serious so I smiled down at her happily to encourage her to tell me her secret.

"I...I think I forgot to wear something." My dick lurched against her as she wiggled excitedly against me, unable to maintain the pretense of a school girl about to get in trouble.

"What did you forget Little Sister?" I asked calmly, as if the situation was real and I'd have to scold her for her forgetfulness.

"I...I don't know. I just can't seem to remember what else I was supposed to put on."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. I don't want Sister Meredith to give me detention so, if you would be willing, could you, you know, check me over. Just so I don't get in trouble!" She barely managed to keep her voice light as if she were embarrassed to have to ask me that but still happy at the same time. I could tell the role play was taxing her ability to lie, but I enjoyed her efforts anyway.

"Well, I guess it would be alright. I mean, I am your brother aren't I?" I said reluctantly, though I was anything but reluctant to examine my sister's perfect little body yet again.

"Ye...yeah. I don't think anyone would have a problem with it if they found out." I wondered if by anyone she meant our parents but didn't ruin the atmosphere by asking. Instead I slid back from her, hating the way her heat and presence diminished with distance.

"You look fine to me Kerry. What could you have forgotten?"

"I don't know, but please hurry. I have to get to school soon!" I barely held in a chuckle at that. It was the middle of the afternoon and if she had still been in high school she'd have been out by then.

"Well, let me see. Did you remember a bra?" I asked as my hands came up to feel her incredible little breasts through her shirt. I could feel the under wire beneath my palms and knew she had indeed remembered the cursed piece of underwear.

"I...I did Jay!" She hissed as I drew my fingers in swirls over her tits, trying to pleasure her through her blouse and bra. I slowly let my hands drop, not happy that I had to stop but unwilling to abandon the role play just yet.

"Well I can see you have socks and shoes. What else could you have forgotten?" I asked in a puzzled tone, knowing exactly what she wasn't wearing.

"I don't know Jay. Can you please find out for me?" Her tone was turning desperate as I realized her ability to play along was slipping. She was maybe the horniest girl I'd ever met, and going for a few hours without me had her on edge. I smiled at her and pulled her to me again.

"I think you forgot to put on panties Kerry. Is that it, are you not wearing any panties?" I asked teasingly as she tensed against me, anxious for things to move on.

"I...I think you're right Jay! I think I can feel a draft!" My smile widened and she broke into laughter again at the ridiculousness of the situation. We kept silent as the mirth shook through us and slowly died, not wanting to ruin the play too much with words.

"Well, I guess I'll have to check just to be sure." I hissed into her mouth as her laughter finally died.

"Oh, are you sure you..." I didn't let her finish as my hands found her armpits and I picked her up to place her on the island behind her. With a grunt of frustration, I kicked away the chair that was up against the island and in the way to send it banging loudly across the tile of the kitchen floor.

"I don't think my brother should be doing this to me!" She let out with a yelp as I sat her hard on the island.

"Too bad, I'm doing it anyway!"

"Good!" She shot back as my hands swept over her knees and up her thighs. She spread her legs invitingly for me as I felt the resurgence of my skin addiction. The feel of her thighs was like crack to me and I got stuck caressing them, pushing the skirt up just high enough to expose the milky skin but not her sex.

"Oh God Jay, I need you so bad!" Her hands reached out to pull at my shirt and I ducked my head to let her lift it from me. Immediately her hands started to sweep over my chest to feel me as I resumed my own efforts to memorize every creamy inch of her legs.

"Jay! Oh man, Jay! Please, check my panties! Please!" She wanted me to move on and I forced my hands to sweep higher on her thighs to push that skirt back across her flat belly. I let out a hiss as her naked sex was exposed to me, perfect in every way.

"You dirty girl!" I taunted and she pinched lightly on my nipples. She knew that wasn't my favorite thing but she liked doing it so I let her. I drew my fingers through her pubic hair to scratch lightly at the skin beneath it and she let out a sexy little purr.

"I like it when you pet me like that!" She growled as I leaned forward to find her lips again.

"I know," I answered as our lips sank into each other. Her tongue wrestled with mine and my fingers descended into her heat. She was as blazing hot as always and I felt for her clit, finding it hard and protruding.

"Ugh! Not yet Jay!" She gasped as we both struggled for air. I drew back and she smiled appreciatively at me. "I want you to fuck my brains out!"

"I can do that after you've cum a few times." I answered and she frowned in that impossibly cute way.

"You're too good to me Big Brother!"

"Never. I could never be too good to you!" I hissed back and then pulled from her to drop to my knees in front of her. My damaged knee moved smoothly without pain as I came to rest on it, the injury long forgotten.

"Oh Jay!" She called out in a full throated yell as my tongue sought her melting little pussy. She slid her hips forward to meet me and she was left dangling over the edge of the island as if about to slip off. Her little feet pressed the soles of her sneakers into my back as my hands pulled down on the tops of her thighs and my face dug into that searing heat between them.

I avoided her clit at first, not because I thought it might be too sensitive but because I figured she had asked me to for a reason. I teased my tongue over those plump little lips, licking deep into her to taste her essence and feeling spikes of intense lust shaking my body as the boiling heat faded in my mouth to let me feel her arousal on my tongue. I wanted her so bad, but I wanted her to cum even worse.

"J...Jay! Oh my God! Jay!" She just kept yelling that out, as if she didn't have any other way to express her appreciation. I took it as a compliment and slowly drew my tongue up higher to her little nub. I swirled around the edges of her clit, not touching it directly but letting my tongue come teasingly close to it.

"Jesus!" She screamed when my tongue finally pressed on her clit directly and swished across it to draw crazy patterns. Her hips shook and she clawed loudly at the hard top of the island as the intensity picked up. "Don't let me cum Jay!"

I paused for a moment, unsure what she wanted of me. I was doing my best to get her off, but now she didn't want to. She'd never really wanted to hold back like that before, at least not since she'd gotten over her irrational fears. I was about to ask her to explain when she did without prompting, finding her voice easily now that my ministrations had paused.

"I read that building up an orgasm in a girl can be just as good as in a guy. I want to try it out."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I want you to tease me right to the edge and then pull back. I want to do that as many times as I can and then cum hard while you fuck the hell out of me!" I smiled up at her, proud of my little sister.

She'd come a long way from the frightened little girl who'd confessed her love for me so long ago. Now she wasn't just comfortable being sexual with me, she was confident enough to ask for exactly what she wanted without a hint of embarrassment or fear. I'd seen that potential in her before and now it was driving me crazy with the anticipation of satisfying her.

"Alright Kerry, we'll see if we can make you cum harder than ever." I said before once again attacking her pussy. Her heat surrounded me and her thighs pressed against my ears to rub that sweet skin of hers into me. I let my fingers wander over her thighs until they were lightly caressing the undersides right where her ass met them.

"O...Oh God! Stop! I'm gonna cum Jay! Stop!" I backed off and just enjoyed the intense smell of her and the feel of her skin on my fingertips. She was shaking, close to release, and her body was desperate for it even if her mind said no.

I waited for several long moments as she recovered in front of me, thinking about trying something knew. I'd found her g-spot with my dick before and she'd freaked out. It had taken me quite a bit of effort to calm her down and convince her she hadn't peed on me when she squirted in orgasm. She still wasn't quite comfortable with it, but she wasn't scared of it either. We'd looked up the phenomenon on the internet to put her mind at ease, but she still thought it was freakish.

Now I was considering trying to find it with my finger. I knew it might be too much so I figured I'd save it for after I let her recover extra long. This time I resumed licking her as soon as she settled down and relaxed again. Her heels dug into my back as her hands found my head and pawed through my hair, not pressing me tight just holding me encouragingly. I loved feeling her touching me like that and picked up my efforts, suckling at her little nub softly.

"Damn!" She gasped and I pulled away. I watched as she shook again, her abs must have been fluttering under that blouse but I couldn't see it. I wished she was naked then, but the uniform still played a role so I didn't try to strip it from her.

Once again her fingernails dragged and clicked on the surface of the island as she reached back to support her weight. I eyed my next target as I waited for her to recover, sniffing at her to catch that more basic scent under her arousal. When she was ready, I pushed her thighs wider and dug into her asshole with my tongue and pushed to get in it.

"Oh, who's dirty now Big Brother?" She asked as she watched me push my tongue up her ass. We both loved this, but had never gone past a finger. It wasn't about fucking like animals, just another way to turn each other on with our hunger and devotion. She'd asked me once if I wanted to fuck her ass and I'd told her not to be ridiculous. What could possibly be better than my sister's pussy?

I pulled the tip from her ass and swept my tongue around that tight little hole, enjoying the dirty, earthy taste of her. As great as that was though, it was her reaction to my efforts that I loved even more. Her hips danced off the island and her thighs trembled with an overflow of energy as she tried to get my tongue everywhere between her legs. I just did my best to lick her wherever I could.

"The...the clit again Jay!" I immediately dragged my tongue across her, licking a wide swath from her asshole across her perineum, over her sweltering hot pussy lips, and to her clitoris. I dug in through the tight press of her outer lips and sucked that protrusion up between my lips to lick at it again.

"St...!" She barely got out and I pulled away. I was getting tired of this. I wanted her to cum so I could make her cum again. The tease was starting to frustrate me. I didn't like denying my sister anything even if she wanted me to.

"I want you to cum for me Kerry." I growled up at her, sounding more pissed off than I wanted to.

"No Jay! I want you inside me, I want you cumming with me when I finally get off." She stood her ground and I had to let her have her way. I was caught in an impossible situation where I didn't want to deny her by denying her. I decided I'd do my best to give her what she said she wanted rather than what her body screamed for.

"Fine. But I'm not gonna make it easy on you."

"Good. I want you to push me further than I can stand before we fuck!" She liked that word and had decided to use it as much as possible lately when we were talking dirty like this. She didn't say it like a curse word though; it was more like a term of endearment that described what we did when we were beyond the ability to be gentle. She loved that too, the forceful lust that sprang up between us in those times.

"Are you ready to not cum my love?" I asked with just a hint of sarcasm. She nodded but didn't speak as I slid my hand around to reach between her legs.

This time I let my finger do the work, tracing over her pussy and down to her asshole. I teased her there with very light touches, watching as it contracted against my fingertip with each contact I made. I pushed a bit more and just as it seemed she was about to open up for me I pulled the finger back and stuck it in my mouth to clean it off.

"Oh, you evil bastard!" She gasped out at me. I laughed around my finger and then drew it from between my lips to sweep over her blazing little pussy. I pushed in just enough to barely touch her clit and her whole sex spasmed at that. I didn't stay there for longer than a second or two before I drew the finger through her lips, pressing deep to pull a wake of her juices along with me as I headed for her entrance.

"Uh yeah!" She sighed heavily as my finger pressed into her. All I did at first was saw into that tight space, enjoying the erotic feel of her slick tight walls trying to hold me fast. She was very wet, and overwhelmingly hot, but I resisted the urge to pull the finger back to taste her again.

"Are you ready?" I asked and she frowned down at me. I knew she didn't know what I was asking her but before she could ask I curled my finger back. The pressure from her strong muscles made me wince as it felt like she might break that finger, but I pushed on. I kept the tip of my finger pressed to the roof of her pussy and swept back and forth with little swishes as I sought her most sensitive spot.

"No! Oh Jay, I'm gonna cum!" She blurted out desperately as she realized what I was going for and felt me find it at the same time. I only knew I was there by her reaction, the spot hadn't expanded yet and I couldn't really feel it.

"Hold it back Little Sister!" I called to her as I felt at her, trying to stimulate her enough to bring her to the edge but not push her over it. It was something like tying your shoes in the dark, difficult but very possible with practice.




Touch Ch. 04



"I...I...I can't!" I slid my finger from her then, torn with conflicting urges yet again. All I wanted was to please her, but she had made it hard on me. Frustration welled up in me again as she shivered, closer to orgasm than ever.

"F...fuck me Jay!" Her voice shivered and she was still hanging there on the edge. I waited for her to recover more, thinking she'd just said it in the heat of her rising passion.

"Oh God! Hurry up and put that perfect dick in me! Jesus Jay, I need you so bad!" She had recovered quite a bit more now and I stood to kiss her as her legs flew apart to let me up and her hands found my belt buckle.

My hands held her to me as hers pulled my belt open and clawed at the zipper on my jeans. It took her several tries to get it open as her tongue fought over mine in a haze of lust. I did my best to support her as she pushed at the waist of my jeans with her hands, forcing them down over my hips to puddle at my ankles as my hard cock was pulled down and then sprang forward to slap my belly.

"Oh shit Kerry!" I gasped as her hands took hold of me and immediately started that well practiced stroke. Our lips parted and we pressed forehead to forehead to watch as she jerked me.

"It's so hot Jay! I can't wait another moment, give it to me! Please!" I growled and kissed her as she pulled me tight to her belly just over her sex. We looked down again, enjoying the sight of how deep I would be in her in a few moments.

"Do it Jay! Fuck me! Fuck your sister and make me cum hard!" I flexed my knees and stooped a bit to line up with her tightly closed entrance. She pulled my dick back against the hard upward curve of it and pressed me to those melting lips.

"I love you Kerry!" I groaned as I sank in her.

"I love you Jay! Now fuck me until I pass out!" I did exactly as she asked and lost myself to that mind rending pleasure. I rutted into her mindlessly, just trying to get off and forgetting completely about pleasing her for a while.

"Ugh! Just like that Jay! Oh yeah, oh..." She called out in a rising voice. My hands found her hips to hold her still on the island as I pumped with everything I had in her. "I'm gonna cum! Cum with me Jay! Please!"

That brought my mind back to me as I realized that I wasn't ready yet. I had been pleased to find that my endurance was returning with each fuck we gave each other, but now all I wanted was to cum in her the way she wanted me to.

"I can't, I'm not there yet!" I hissed back and she writhed on the island as she fought to control the orgasm she'd been ready to let out.

"We...we have to stop!" I fought with myself as she asked me to deny her again. I hated it, but I pushed in her to her very end and held still to let her recover a bit.

"Mmm, thank you Jay." She sighed as we both relaxed against each other. I wanted to keep pounding her so bad, but I held back with every scrap of self control I had.

"I love you Jay. I know how hard this is for you and I appreciate the effort it takes for you to do what I want. After this I'll do anything you ask of me without hesitation." She promised and I licked her lips before pulling back to look her over.

She was deeply flushed in the cheeks and down her neck into that damn blouse that covered so much of her flawless body. Her skirt had fallen down over where we were joined from my vigorous rutting and it almost looked innocent the way she was just lounging there, as if we were just petting a bit.

"You do everything I ask of you every time anyway." I said and she smiled.

"I know, but I want to do something special in return for you. You name it, we'll do it." I was once again impressed with her maturity and strength as I drowned in her deep brown eyes. I reached up to caress her face, trapping a few strands of curly brown hair under my fingers as I did so.

"Every time is special for me Kerry. Just don't ever leave me, that's all I want." She shivered at my touch and her pussy grasped at me so hard I nearly lost it and started fucking her again.

"I..." she struggled to speak as our pleasure spiked. "I'll never be able to do anything but love you Jay. You know I don't want or need anything else."

"I know. Fuck Kerry, I know!" I grunted as she squeezed me on purpose this time to emphasize her point. It was amazing how tight she was, and even more so when she did that. "Are you feeling recovered enough to keep going now?"

"I wish you would stop trying to last for me and just cum every time you slide in me. That would be so sexy!" She lamented and I leaned forward to rub my nose on hers.

"How would I be able to build you up to a good hard cum if I couldn't last more than a few seconds in you?" I asked as she shifted to ease some of the pain the edge of the island was causing her ass. I thought about telling her to get down but she spoke before I could.

"I don't care. I just want you to cum constantly. If it were possible I'd want you to have a river of semen pouring from you every minute of every day!" She rubbed me back and looked me deep in the eye. Her sincerity was doubtless and I knew her selfless nature had shown itself in truth.

"Then you know how I feel about you too. God Kerry, I just want you to love life and never feel anything but pleasure!"

"I know! But we have to work together to make the best of it I guess." She said sarcastically as I started to work back and forth in her again.

"Well, I guess that means we've got to practice a lot doesn't it?" I asked with a little sarcasm of my own.

"G...God yess!" She hissed out as I found a firm stroke and solid rhythm. I could relate to her sudden difficulty with speaking as my eyes rolled back in my head from the amazing feel of her around me.

"Ha...harder Jay! Fuck me ha...harder!" I grabbed her hips again and started to plow into her with everything I had, once again swept up in a river of bliss and unable to think.

We fucked like crazy, her rising up to push against me with every thrust as I slammed her hard. We were sweating and sliding against each other, her smell filling my nostrils and bringing me closer to release. My own body odor fought with hers and tinged in my nose as the exertion started to get to me.

"OH!" She screamed as the smell sank into her too. I knew how much she loved that scent, and I could see it was pushing her over the edge. Only the sharp basic smell managed to cut through my senses and allow me to once again regain control of myself.

I pulled back and slid out of her as she clutched at me, right on the doorstep of a huge climax. It was difficult for me, and made more so by the look of loss and puzzlement that drew her face into a mask of outrage.

"Don't pull out!" She yelled in surprise, but it was too late and my cock splattered her scalding hot pussy juice all over me with a loud smack.

"We need a little more time, that's all." I replied as her hands grabbed at me and she nearly fell over. I held her tight to me and she stroked me fast and hard.

"Cum Jay! Cum all over me, please!" She panted as our bodies slid against each other, lubricated with sweat and desperation. She was stroking me as hard as she could, I could feel the effort it took in her arms and shoulders. I knew in that moment all she wanted was my pleasure to explode.

"Ah shit Kerry! Get off the fucking island and turn around!" I ordered harshly and she slid forward to fall to her feet without hesitation. She pulled her hands from me and turned around to press her perfect little ass against my straining cock as those hands slapped loud and painful on the island top. I watched as her essence flecked across that cool counter top as it flew from her hands.

"I'm gonna fuck you like an animal now Little Sister! Is that what you want? Huh? Is it?" I goaded her as I grabbed my dick and pressed it between her ass cheeks to find her burning little sex, throwing her skirt up over her lower back with my other hand. I reached around to get a tight hold on her belly, pulling her against me possessively.

"Every day! All day! Forever!" She moaned back at me over her shoulder, her eyes smoldering with potent lust. "Ah FUCK!"

I slammed into her hard and grabbed her hips in a firmly. She fucked back at me frantically as I drew back and forth to use my entire cock in her. Her hips suddenly jittered and I realized I'd hit that g-spot again. I repeated the stroke exactly the same and she shook her ass like she was booty dancing, causing the hard muscle to shake like crazy around me.

"Oh baby, shake that fucking perfect ass! Goddamn girl, that's fucking incredible!" I moaned in her ear as I held deep in her and she jiggled her tight ass around me. Only a dancer could do that so well, and I reveled in the unique feel of my dick stirring inside her like a spoon through thick molasses.

"J...Jay! I'm so close!" She barely got out as once again I resumed pounding her hard at just the right angle. I could feel the orgasm tensing her body and fighting to get out.

"Just a little longer Kerry! I'm almost there." I encouraged as I sank deep and held tight to her. Again that ass shook around me and I nearly fell to my knees with the overpowering feel of it.

"Ugh!" she grunted out. "I can hold it Jay! Just cum in me! Cum so much it soaks my socks!"

"Oh damn Kerry, that's so fucking sexy!" I growled and started to pound her again. I heard her fingernails scraping across the island as she fought to hold back her pleasure, desperate to meet me there together.

"So close! So fu...!" she choked off as I held deep again and her head fell. She threw her hips around in wide fast circles and then shook her ass again in that way that most white girls could never hope to achieve. I felt her nip at me as her cervix shuttered and I realized she was moments from release.

"Just like that baby! Fuck, just like that!" I hissed as my nuts felt heavy as two bowling balls between my legs. I pressed harder to her and then pulled back to slam several times right up to the end of her. A rising jolt of absolute bliss shot through my belly and my legs shook with it.

"Cum in me Jay! Give me your baby!" She screamed and I was so surprised by the mention of pregnancy that I was suddenly tumbling over the edge I'd been fight to stay this side of.

I screamed, not a very manly sound but one of pure pleasure, as the first huge splatter of sperm shot directly into her womb. She squeezed me tight and I heard a loud liquid splash as it felt like she was peeing on my legs. The hot slippery liquid flowed down my thighs to soak into the crotch of my jeans as another hard blast tore from me.

"Shit!" I moaned out as my head fell to her shoulder and I looked toward the door to my right. Her hair tangled in my mouth and I could taste the chemical cocktail of her shampoo as the orgasm that raged in me suddenly sputtered and died.

"Oh fuck! I love you Jay!" She screamed out as another powerful spray painted my legs and soaked my pants. I squirted the last of my cum and my dick started to shrink immediately while she jumped beneath me and sprayed yet again. "Arrgh!"

'I bet he's jealous!' I thought irrationally as I took in the sight of my brother standing there in the doorway between the sun room and kitchen with his mouth hanging open in shock. 'How could he not be?'

"What the FUCK!" Brian called out in rage as he watched us finish our coupling. I wondered how long he'd been there, but there was no way for me to know. He came into the kitchen, looking furious and intent on attacking us.

"B...Brian! What are you...?" Kerry stammered out in surprise. I pulled back from my sister as she sagged against the island, her body still shivering with aftershocks of pleasure. I was hoping to draw his attention away from her and to me instead.

Getting caught standing mostly naked behind your sister is a hard thing to recover from gracefully, so I just unceremoniously bent down to yank my thoroughly drenched pants up and button them. I didn't bother with the zipper as Brian came at me looking ready to fight.

To my surprise he turned to Kerry instead and grabbed her by the arm. She yelped as her oversensitive body was suddenly introduced to pain by his hard grip. I lunged forward and yanked him back from her, ready to kill him for hurting her. He pulled away with more strength than I would have expected and turned on me.

"What the fuck are you thinking you sick fucking freak!" He screamed in my face as his hands came up ready to strike out at me. Instead he shoved me back and yelled again. "I should kick your fucking ass for taking advantage of our NINETEEN year old SISTER!"

For a moment I agreed with him so I wasn't ready when his fist shot out at me. He wasn't a practiced fighter, but he still hit me pretty hard in the cheek and I staggered back in pain and surprise. He came at me again, swinging for the fences as he connected with my jaw and sent me spinning to the floor. My arm banged painfully against a chair behind me in the dining room that abutted the kitchen and I landed with a heavy thump that drove the air from my lungs.

"Stop! Brian, what are you doing?" Kerry screeched as he bent down to continue the assault. I recovered my wits and my breath as his fist bloodied my nose and drove my head hard against the carpet. I caught the next shot in a trap with both hands just as I'd been trained to and rotated my hips over to apply an arm bar, wrapping my legs around his body and head to pull him in tight.

"Fuck! You fucking asshole!" He yelled as he tried to punch his way out of it as my hips pressed into his elbow and I realized he could feel our sister's ejaculate soaked into the denim. His left hand pawed and struck at my face but I ignored it and slowly pushed through the joint. He jerked back in an attempt to slip from my grasp but I held him tight.

"Back off or I'll break it Brian!" I growled through his palm as he tried to suffocate me with his hand, smearing my blood across my face as it flowed from my nose. "I mean it, I'll fucking break your arm if you don't..."

Kerry screamed wordlessly and clawed at his left arm to pull him away from me, cutting off my threat. She wasn't strong enough to get him to move so after a second she surprised us all by slamming her knee into his face much harder than a girl her size should have been able to do.

"Get off him Brian!" She screamed as our brother stumbled to the side, his hand falling away from my face to flail wildly as he tried to get his balance, but his arm was still held securely in my tight lock. "I swear I'll fucking hurt you bad if you don't let Jay go!"

He recovered and grabbed at his wrist as I increased the pressure and pushed away with my legs. He was arched back and barely standing but still he fought. I had to give him credit, he'd shown surprising spine that I'd always assumed he lacked.

"Kerry, he was raping you!" He called out through my legs as he fought to keep his arm from hyper-extending. "I'll fucking kill him for that!"

"He wasn't raping me Brian! I love him!" She called out and suddenly the rage that had gripped us all deflated. He collapsed to the floor, lying at an angle against the wall as I held his arm trapped, not fighting anymore.

"Shit!" He called out in resignation as I let him go and rolled away from him. "What happened to you two?"

I staggered to my feet and nearly fell down next to him as my head swam from the shots I'd taken. My face was starting to swell already and my nose might have been broken it hurt so bad. Kerry reached out to me and I leaned against the dining room table as her arms enveloped me to provide potent comfort.

"We're in love Brian." Kerry said softly as she held me, tears of fear and shock falling down her face. "I know it's wrong, but we can't help it. I'm sorry."

I reached out to hold her back as we both were in need of comfort now. Brian just moaned and covered his face with his hands on the floor. I caressed her hair as we both shook; her with terror from getting caught and me with pain and adrenaline.

"How can you say some shit like that? Jesus Kerry, he's your brother!" He rolled over and came up to his knees as he spoke, looking askance at us as we held each other like lovers.

"I know Brian. I know." She said softly as I pulled her head to my chest and she listened to my hammering heartbeat.

"Fuck! You guys..." He didn't seem able to come up with anything else to say and he forced himself to his feet, falling against the wall beside him as the knee to the head got to him.

"I'm sorry I hit you," she said from my arms as we watched him stagger about to come against the island and lean against it with his hand over the top. He recoiled when he felt her cooling cum on that surface, wheeling away and going to lean against the wall again.

"Kerry..." Again he had nothing to say and just swayed there against the wall and looked at us. We must have made quite the sight, with my face busted up and bleeding as she cried softly against my chest.

"What did you come here for Brian? I know it wasn't just to stop by and say hello, so why are you here?" I asked in a hoarse and harsh voice. The image of him snatching at my sister's arm burned in my mind as I regretted not killing him for it.

"We're selling the house." He said with difficulty. "Amanda and I got a real estate agent and she's gonna be here tomorrow to look it over. I want you out before then."

Kerry tensed against me and started to speak but I cut her off before she could get started. "We can't move that soon Brian, you know that."

"Not her. Just you." He said at me, his eyes hardening as he said it.

"Wherever Jay goes I do too Brian."

"No. I won't allow it. You're going back to school and he's going as far away from you as he can."

"No Brian! You aren't Daddy and you can't tell us what to do! This is our house too and we have a say in how it's being sold." She snapped at him as her tears stopped and her strength showed again. I remained silent, wondering if I should listen to my older brother's wisdom for once.

"If you were gonna sell it you would have done something other than just lounge around in it doing..." He trailed off abruptly as he realized what we'd been doing in the house.

"We were getting around to it. Shit, what about mourning Mom and Dad a little Brian!" She said, angry at being called lazy.

"I can see perfectly fine how you two have been mourning the death of our parents. I'm sure they'd be pleased to know what you've become." He snapped back and she shrank against me.

"Enough of this shit Brian!" I cut in when it looked like he might go on. "We get the point, you're selling the house. We'll be out as soon as we can."

"Jay! We don't..."

"It's alright, we'll just move down near the college. I can afford to get a place and the money from the sale should help too." I said as I caressed her hair to calm her.

"What money from the sale? The house is a debt against the estate you idiot, there won't be any money from its sale." Brian snarled at me and I just glared back at him. I knew I wouldn't see a dime from the house, but I didn't want my sister to worry about how I could afford to move us.

"Jay, if it's too much..." She looked up at me with watery eyes and I shushed her quietly.

"Is that all you came here for Brian? Shit, you could have called first."

"It's my house too dipshit. I can come and go whenever I want." He was steady on his feet now and looked like he might like to try to kick my ass again. I shifted on my feet, feeling off balance but wanting to be able to separate from Kerry so she wouldn't get hurt if he attacked me again.

"Fine, just get out," I growled back, hoping suddenly he'd come at me again. If he did I wouldn't give him a chance to save his arm or any other joint I caught.

"Fuck you, you sick fuck!" He answered with a wave of his middle finger and then lurched toward the door. We watched as he made his way on slightly shaky legs out of the kitchen and out of our lives for good.




Touch Ch. 04



"Christ!" Kerry moaned into my chest. I held her as she shook out still more emotion, though she wasn't crying. "You should probably go to the hospital Jay."

"Nah, I'm fine. I'll just need some time to recover, that's all." She pulled back to look me in the face, her expression telling me she didn't believe me.

"Well at least let me clean you up and get you some ice tough guy." She said as her fingers danced light touches across my swollen face, trying not to hurt me but expressing her love as best as she could.

"Alright. Why don't we go have a bath and then ice my face?" I said and she nodded. Together we made our way up the stairs to the bathroom, with her supporting me more than I would have liked the whole way. I grunted my disapproval as she helped me strip and climb in the tub.

Kerry ripped off her clothes and piled them on the closed toilet lid and then started to wash me just like I'd washed her before, though it wasn't the first time. We bathed together every day, and usually made a mess when we started fucking again. This time the atmosphere was one of cautious love that was completely free of any distracting lust. We were somber with the knowledge that our secret was out and things could go very wrong from there.

She cleaned my face carefully as I held in the urge to gasp each time she swept the wash cloth over a particularly painful spot. She didn't need to feel bad about hurting me while she was just trying to help me, so I hid my discomfort the best I could.

When we were dry I made my way to her bed, where we had taken up permanent residence over the past week, and laid down to rest. She darted downstairs to get some ice and soon returned to sit beside me with a rubber bag filled with chunks of frozen water in her left hand, a glass of water and some pills gripped in the other.

She put the glass down first and carefully maneuvered the pills into my hand, trying not to drop them. Then she handed me the glass and watched protectively as I drank down the pills, Motrin I think, and then placed the glass on the night stand by the bed. She placed the bag of ice gingerly on my face and climbed on the bed to relax against me with her head once again over my heart.

"Thanks for taking care of me Kerry. I appreciate it." I did my best not to sound like I was lying. Truth be told, I don't like having someone waiting on me hand and foot, it makes me feel useless. Still, I didn't mind it so much when my sister was doing it.

"I love you Jay. You don't need to thank me. And don't worry; I know I won't get to do this too often." I just sighed as she cut straight through my lie without any sort of accusation. It seemed like she figured me out better and better with each passing day.

"Do you need to cum again Jay?" She asked and my face pulled painfully into a frown beneath the cold rubber that filled my nostrils with a dull dusky smell.

"What do you mean?" I asked rather stupidly as her hands started to swirl over my stomach and descend lower.

"You're hard as rock."

"Oh, well that always happens when you're around. You know that." I replied and she giggled against me. I gasped as her soft hands wrapped around me and she started to caress me lightly.

"I know. Can I give you an orgasm Jay?" I chuckled at that, though it sounded a bit strangled as my face told me to stop moving around so much. "What?"

"Why would you have to ask me that?" I said through my painful mirth.

"Well you just got punched in the face. Maybe you would rather just sit here and relax." She explained softly as she pulled the ice from my face with one hand while the other twisted soft strokes over me. She looked me in the eye and there was nothing but compassion and love in those brown drowning pools. I let it flow over me and spike my heart rate.

"No, I'd rather make you cum until you pass out though." I answered and she smiled at me happily.

"So can I?"

"You can do whatever you want to me. I told you that before remember?"

"Yeah. I want you to cum on your belly so I can lick it up and then suck you off." She said almost as if ordering a pizza over the phone. "And then I want another load in my pussy. Is that too much to ask?"

"Only if you intend to do all that today," I laughed out and she plopped the ice back on my face. My laughter cut off abruptly as the pain bloomed beneath my skin but I held back a cry. I held my breath as I waited to see if she'd flip out over possibly having hurt me.

"That hurt didn't it?" She asked in a shaky voice.

"Yeah, but I forgive you." I said sarcastically and it seemed to defuse the tension.

"Good because I couldn't live with myself if you didn't." She said as she started to stroke me more firmly with both hands. "I love you Jay. I don't want to ever hurt you, no matter what."

"I know Kerry. I feel the same way." I mumbled back through the cold rubber. We fell into a charged silence as she worked me toward orgasm and I wondered if I'd be able to convince her to let me get her off too. 'Probably not if she thinks it might be hard on me.'

"Can I make you cum too or is this a one way street we're driving down?" I asked lightly so it would sound joking rather than desperate.

"Sorry buddy, this road is strictly one way." She answered in a good imitation of my tone. "You did something amazing for me today and I'm gonna be selfish again and insist you let me do something for you too."

"Kerry..."

"I know; no debts Jay. I don't care, this isn't a debt. It's what we want. Besides, I'm gonna cum all over your dick when we fuck again so you can have your precious orgasm from me then." She was intense but joking as well as she referred to her climax like something I wanted more than she did. We both knew it was true though, we both enjoyed each other's pleasure more than our own.

"Alright Princess," I answered sarcastically. I'd taken to calling her that when she was being paradoxically selfish and selfless at the same time.

"Jay!" She yelled in outrage as her hands suddenly sped up and the laugh that was about to explode from me strangled off in my throat. "I hate it when you call me that and you know it!"

She was trying hard to get me off, stroking with everything she had and twisting wildly around my cock. My hips rose from the bed and I heard her panting with the effort as the cum started to rise within me. She kept that difficult pace as I sped toward release and didn't let up until I was shuddering with the effort of holding back.

"Stop holding back Jay! Just let it go and cum for me!" She encouraged me and after a long moment I did as she requested and let fly.

"Ugh! Here it is Kerry!" I gasped against the cold rubber sitting on my face. I couldn't see what was happening as it felt like a rush of liquid exploded through me. I arched up and gripped the bed sheets beneath me as the orgasm stole my breath.

"Yes Jay! I love watching that!" She cooed out to me as I felt the stabbing pleasure shake me hard. I felt the heat of my semen splatter across my stomach, not much higher than my belly button, and she cooed appreciatively again while her hand stroked away.

"Keep going Jay! Yeah! Oh yeah!" I listened to that sweet voice as she pushed me to give her more, my body responding hard with clutching spasms that sent more hot splashes across my midsection.

"Oh it's so much! I love it! I want it all, all you've got!" Another few seconds and she did, I was spent. I could feel the back up of semen coating the head of my dick as she smeared it with her strokes. I shivered as she kept going a bit too long and then let my still hard dick slip from her grasp.

"Wow! Jay you really shot a lot that time!" She enthused as I fought to catch my breath through the rubber bag on my face, the sound of sucking on skin punctuating her words as she cleaned off her hand. "I can't wait to lick it up!"

"O...ok Kerry, hold on a sec. Maybe we should..." I couldn't finish as her tongue swept over my belly and she licked up my sperm. I reached up to pull the cold rubber from my face and crane my neck to watch her do it.

It looked to me like she'd lied as there wasn't much for her to clean up and I watched silently wondering why she'd done that. She looked up at me as I frowned painfully and she smiled.

"So I lied. So what? I thought it would help get you going again." She said as she paused. "It's not like I expected a huge load after this afternoon."

"I know but..."

"Relax Jay. It's not that big a deal alright?"

"Alright," I huffed. If she didn't care then it didn't matter to me either. "So, maybe we should take this sex free opportunity to talk." I said and she shook her head and licked my mostly clean belly again.

"It's not gonna be sex free for long. As soon as you're hard I'm gonna have my mouth full, and it isn't polite to talk with your mouth full." She teased and I grinned at her for a moment before the pain forced it from my face. Her smile faltered as well as she took in my discomfort.

"Wouldn't want you to be impolite. But seriously, I won't be hard for a while and we need to figure some things out." I pressed and she shifted to lie half over me, reaching up to place the cold container back on my face.

"Fine, but talk through this. You need the ice to help with the swelling." I just grunted in assent and took a few fortifying breaths. "So, what do you wanna talk about?"

"Where to begin," I sighed as once again she shifted over me. I could feel her hard little nipple digging in under my ribs and it was rather distracting. "Well, how about how Brian reacted to catching us in the act?"

"Oh boy!" She let out, sounding less than enthusiastic. She squirmed over me uncomfortably before going on. "I can't believe he attacked you!"

"I was more concerned when he went after you," I replied. She was quiet for a moment and I wished I could see her face.

"I don't think he was gonna hurt me, just try to get me out of there."

"He did hurt you though. I could see how hard he grabbed your arm. I was ready to kill him for that."

"Jay! You wouldn't really kill Brian would you?" She sounded shocked at the very idea.

"If he ever hurt you again I sure as fuck would!" I answered vehemently. She sucked in a breath before going on in a rush.

"I don't think it's good that you would be so violent like that Jay. I'm worried about you..."

"I didn't expect you to knee him in the face either Kerry!" I had more to say but she rushed on.

"He was trying to hurt you and wouldn't let up! What was I supposed to do, just stand there and cry?" She sounded defensive, as if I'd been accusing her of some horrible act.

"I understand. The point is that people do things that even those who love them most wouldn't anticipate in times like that. I'm honest enough to tell you that I'd kill anyone who hurt you, brother or not." Light suddenly pierced into my brain as she pulled the bag from where it sat over my numb but still sore nose.

"I don't want you to be able to do that for me Jay. I don't want you to be thinking about defending my honor and hurting people when you're with me." She gave me an intense look and I nodded slowly.

"I get it, but I'll still protect you with everything I've got whenever I need to." She shifted yet again and frowned at me as both her nipples slid over my skin. I wanted to stop the talking and just pleasure her right then but she seemed immersed in it now.

"Well, I guess I understand. I mean, I did knee my brother in the head trying to protect you, so I can't really complain that you want to do the same for me."

"You're damn right!" I said sarcastically and she smiled before carefully placing the bag back over my face. "I think the more important issue is whether he's gonna tell anyone else."

"Huh, I don't think so. I mean, who's he gonna tell?"

"Well his wife for starters." I said and she fell silent. "He's gonna have to explain coming home with a busted head and my blood all over him. Amanda will freak and there's no way he'd lie to protect us."

"I guess that's true. Still, who would she tell? I mean, that's not really the kind of thing you want to tell people about your family." I nodded as I thought about that.

"I don't know. Maybe she's a gossip and can't keep a secret to save her life. I don't really know her too well. Anyway, the point is that we have to move now anyway so we might as well accept it." I tried to guide the conversation as she rubbed against me and purred happily. It was amazing to me how she just couldn't get enough of me, no matter the circumstances.

"So we'll move like you said before. We'll get a place down by the college and get jobs..."

"I don't think you'll need to work. You need to focus on school, at least until the end of the semester."

"Fine. I'll work during the summer and go to school the rest of the time. Happy?"

"No, but I'm getting there." I echoed her and she snuggled tight to me. I held her as best I could without being able to see her, wanting to kiss her as well.

"Kerry, I have to ask you a few things." I started and she grunted softly to tell me to go on. "When we were fucking downstairs you said something about having my baby..."

"Oh don't worry about that!" She blurted out over me. "I'm not suddenly able to have kids or anything. It's just..." She trailed off as if unable to summon the right words to explain herself.

"It's ok. You don't have to explain if you don't want to."

"No, I do. It's just..." Again she trailed off and I hated that I couldn't see her face. "I guess I've always wanted to be a mother, you know? It's like, a maternal instinct or something."

"Ok," I answered. Part of me was curious about where this might lead but I had the important answer so I was ready to move on. She didn't let me though.

"Anyways, I've fantasized about being with you for years and I guess it kinda developed into wanting to have your children too. I know it sounds really twisted but..." She was starting to sound like she was getting worked up so I cut her off.

"I get it Kerry. It's not twisted, at least not to me." I tried to calm her and once again she fell silent. "It's alright to want to have children, especially with the man you love. I understand."

"Did it...uh, did it turn you on when I said it?" She asked meekly and I thought about it.

"Well, it mostly just surprised me, but yeah it kinda did turn me on that you wanted to have my baby."

"Good because finally saying it out loud really got me going even more. I hope you don't mind if I say it again at some point."

"You can say whatever you want when we're together. If it's weird, I'll just ask you about it later." I said and she giggled against me.

"Did you have anything else to ask me, or are you just happy to see me?" She asked as I felt myself hardening. She shifted over me and her weight left my body.

"Very funny. In fact, I do have more questions for you but feel free to prevent it whenever you want." Her hand closed over me once again and I marveled at how good it felt. I could never quite seem to accept that her touch was always more intense than any other.

"Well then don't bother even starting because I can't wait to..." She defined exactly what it was she couldn't wait to do by sucking me into her mouth. Her tongue started to work over me immediately as she bobbed up and down my shaft.

"Jesus Kerry! You are too good at that!" I blurted out as I was stampeded with intense pleasure made nearly painful by how recently I'd cum.

"I know!" She answered quickly between deep pulls of her mouth over my dick.

The fact that I couldn't see her was both maddeningly frustrating and incredibly arousing. I knew who was sucking me, but still the darkness that surrounded me made me focus more on the sensation and mystery of it. Her skill just kept improving and now it was like she'd been blowing me for years. I writhed on the bed, keeping the bag over my face with my hand and barely able to keep a steady breath going.

"God Jay! I love this so much!" She said in a rush as her hands took over the motion for a few seconds. Kerry descended on me to go deeper than ever and I listened closely for any sort of discomfort.

"Careful!" I blurted as I heard that guttural hiss that told me she was trying to go too far.

"I wanna try something." Her voice was thick with lust and a bit husky as she said that and then plunged down on me again.

"If it's deep throating then I already..." She slid a finger in my ass and I couldn't speak. She didn't waste any time using that finger to poke and probe at my prostate. The bolt of lightening that shot through me at that was overwhelming and though I wanted to tell her not to try deep throating me if she didn't think she'd enjoy it, I just couldn't.

"It is, but I don't think I'm gonna be able to..." she interrupted herself by slurping me up again. She bobbed fast and loud several times on me before I heard her voice again. "Go very deep!"

"Don't!" I hissed as she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock. I expected her to go down on me again but instead she just spoke from right against my cock.

"I want to. I promise if it sucks I won't keep trying to do it. 'K?" The vibrations of her lips moving over my dick were too much, and all I could do was groan in response.

She waited for me to answer but I still couldn't, her tongue kept busy the whole time and words were beyond me. I could just imagine the smile that must have spread that pretty face wide as she realized I was putty in her hands. She'd been talking about trying this the whole time and I just kept telling her not to if it was only for me. After all, how could a blowjob be any better than what my sister was already giving me?

"Shit!" I gasped as I heard her gagging loudly and felt her slam her head down on me. It was so violent that my hips jumped back from her and she pulled back immediately. "Don't hurt yourself Kerry!"

"One more try," she said in a breathy voice as her hands did their best to keep me silent. I could hear the saliva gurgling in her throat as she tried to recover from her effort.

"Go slow, work up to it. Don't just..." I was lucky to even get that out as she took me literally and slid her mouth down my shaft at an agonizing pace. She stopped when I was once again pressed against the back of her throat and she was exhaling sharply around me to keep from outright gagging.

Kerry slid back just as slow, her tongue squirming around my shaft like a wounded snake as she did her very best to drive me insane. She stopped about halfway and I felt her teeth grip me as her head turned to twist me slowly. I'd never had that done before and I pulled the ice from my face to see her.

"Jesus!" I exclaimed as the sight of my sister sitting on her knees between my legs biting softly on my cock formed in my blurry eyes. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't nearly as erotic to feel as it was to see. She looked like some starving predator that was desperately gnawing at its favorite meal. Her eyes blazed with lust as I met them, her hunger on display.

Kerry held me in her sharp but soft grip and twisted her head side to side again, working her tongue along the underside of my dick expertly. She reminded me of a shark trying to pull off a hunk of meat from a kill and my heart lurched into a full gallop. The sight was so powerful, so erotic, that I just burbled out encouragement that wasn't even words.

Slowly she pulled off, nearly letting my cock slap back against me but not quite. She held me pressed between her soft lips by just the head, the base screamed in pain from being bent so far back while hard but I barely noticed it. Her tongue writhed in firm strokes across the most sensitive spots on my body and I cried out in amazement at how damn good it felt.

Once again Kerry sucked me deep, slow and steady with her tongue going crazy around me the whole way. She pushed firmly as I reached the end of her and tried to get me in her throat. Her whole body seemed to reject the attempt though and she twitched hard as a spasm of protest went through her. I expected her to back off after that but instead she pushed forward even harder.




Touch Ch. 05



The move down to her college was a pain in the ass. Kerry didn't want to get rid of anything and I was willing to see it all burn for all I cared. We did our best to split the difference and stuffed what we could into our mother's SUV and my car. We still needed to rent a U-Haul, but we managed to get it all in only two trips.

I found a decent apartment with two rooms a few miles away from her university and we moved in, stuffing all the extra crap in every nook we could. We set up both rooms as if we were going to live in them, but she stayed in my bed every night. Things started off good, with her doing surprisingly well on her finals as the semester ended.

Now I was sitting in the tiny space that passed for our living room fuming. It was after one in the morning and I was loosing it. My fingers were traveling over each other in a desperate bid to alleviate some of my need to touch her, feeling the smooth fingernails that were starting to shine from constant polishing. I bit my lip hard, over and over again as I thought about the silken feel of Kerry's skin against mine, so long denied. I was staring at myself in the blank television screen, seeing a darker but no less pissed off version staring back.

I hadn't been able to spend any time with Kerry for three days now and I couldn't deal with it anymore. My job, the usual nine to five crap, kept me away during the day when she was there. By the time I got home she was out with her friends doing whatever it is college kids do during the summer break. I had to go to bed early enough to get up to make it to work so I wasn't awake when she crawled into bed with me late at night. She even managed to find reason to be gone most of the weekends as well. That wasn't the worst of it though.

Dave. That was the worst of it. Her boyfriend Dave. That's right, she still had a boyfriend. The same one she'd told me about sucking off. That Dave. I hated him, but she wouldn't dump him.

He was a nice enough kid, or so it seemed when he was around me. Truth be told, all I knew about him was what Kerry told me and she positively fawned over him. She insisted she wouldn't cheat on me with him, but I couldn't bring myself to believe her. She'd told me herself that he expected sex from her. How could she expect me to believe that would just go away all of a sudden?

I had finally decided to stay up and wait for her. It was a pretty easy decision though, it was a Friday night. With no reason to get up early in the morning I could sit and wait for my sister to get back for as long as necessary. Unfortunately that just meant I could stew in my own frustration and rage just as long.

Finally I heard her working the key into the lock of our door, giggling loudly and taking several tries to get it unlocked. She poured into the short hall between my kitchen and the closet, stumbling a bit as she continued to laugh. I just ground my teeth and held my silence as I watched her, my hands separating to grip the armrests in a tight hold.

Kerry looked drunk, but I wasn't too sure. She was flushed and way too happy, but maybe she'd just had fun dancing all night. I hated the idea of my sister being one of those crazy drunk chicks that flashed people randomly at clubs. She was supposed to be better than that.

She dropped her purse from her shoulder into the closet and kicked off her heeled shoes, turning to laugh over her shoulder at someone who wasn't inside yet. I was ready to kill someone if it was Dave coming home with her. To my surprise, a tall blonde girl giggled her way into my apartment behind my sister, her face bright with mirth.

The girl looked pretty good from where I sat, thin but curvy with the classic build of a mature woman. She had big tits and what looked to be a round full ass and I could tell she knew all of that and more. She was essentially the opposite of Kerry and I felt my face contort into a look of disapproval. I wanted her gone before I just let it out on my sister.

They lurched together out of the hallway and into the living room, not seeing me right away as they collapsed together on the couch still giggling. I waited for one of them to notice me but they just kept right on laughing together.

"What's so funny?" I asked and they both gave little yelps of surprise as I made my presence known. I was too pissed off not to glare at them both and Kerry's face flashed with fear as she took in my look.

"Ah, nothing Jay. I didn't see you there." Kerry blurted as she studied my face.

"And yet here I am." I growled back. "Who's your friend?"

"Oh, um this is, um, Beth." She said and I wondered how well she knew the girl if she couldn't remember her name. "Beth, this is Jay. He's my brother."

"Yeah, you told me. Nice to meet you Jay." She smiled wide and drew her eyes over me before looking down and to the side to study my sister's hands in her lap.

"Did you guys have fun?" I asked, my voice still harsh with anger.

"Ye...yeah. We uh, we went dancing." Kerry responded and Beth looked up at me with bright blue eyes.

"Your sister is crazy! She was dancing for like, hours and I couldn't even keep up!" Beth let her words tumble out in a rush that was so fast it took me a few seconds to understand it all.

"Well she is a dancer."

"Yeah, that's one way to put it. You should have seen the boys drooling over her all night!" Kerry looked away in embarrassment and I scowled deep at her friend. "Oh, you probably don't want to hear about that though."

"No, go ahead. Tell me about the boys." I was on the verge of loosing it as I imagined the worst. It didn't seem very likely that my sister would go fuck some random guy from a club but the thought still spun wildly through my head.

"Well, they were constantly trying to dance with her. I had a few too, but damn she was so sexy they were like, all over her!" My hands tightened painfully on the armrests but she didn't notice and went on. "I mean, I know she has a boyfriend and all but she could have had anyone at the club tonight. It was crazy!"

"Sounds it," I grated out and Kerry did her best to shush her friend.

"Beth why don't you head home. It's kinda late and..."

"Ah, do I have to? I was just getting to know your brother." She smiled wide at me and I wondered how she couldn't see the anger that was bubbling in me.

"Yeah. I think Jay wants to go to bed soon and we aren't gonna be very quiet if you stay so..." Kerry paused to lead Beth to the inevitable conclusion but the girl refused to follow.

"Huh. What do you think Jay?" She appealed to me, no doubt certain that I would want to fuck her enough to have her stick around.

"I think you've had your fun for the night and should probably leave." I barely managed not to yell at her. Her face fell and she frowned deep as she looked between my sister and me. After a moment that she dragged out as long as possible she finally stood up from the couch.

"Alright. Sorry to over stay my welcome. I'll see ya tomorrow Kerry." She said as she made her way out of the apartment.

"I'll call." Kerry answered and Beth just nodded as she disappeared through the door. "You didn't have to be an asshole Jay."

"I'm starting to think I should have been an asshole a long time ago." I growled back and she squirmed in her seat before answering.

"What's wrong? Why are you so pissed off?"

"Why the fuck do you think?" My voice climbed to just under a yell. "I haven't seen you for three days and it was four days before that!"

"Jay..."

"Don't give me the 'I'm busy' bullshit! It's summer, you don't have any responsibilities and yet you can't at least wait to see me in the evening before you go out!" I was full on yelling now but she weathered it well, not even shrinking from me.

"Jay! I have friends! I can't just ignore them. They would be suspicious if all I wanted to do was stay home with my brother." She explained just as she had so many times before.

"I don't give a fuck about your friends!" I screamed at her and she finally broke under the pressure.

"Well I do! Fuck Jay! Give me some fucking slack here! This isn't easy!" She yelled right back at me, rising from where she sat to lean into her effort.

"I've been giving you slack and you've been taking it right up!" I argued back as I rose from my seat as well. "If you can't stand to be around me then just tell me and stop torturing me by hiding from me!"

"Damn it Jay, that's not how I feel!"

"Well it sure as fuck seems like it!"

"Well it isn't." She lost her fire and sank back down to the couch looking sad and near tears. "I just...I can't let us get caught. I can't, it would be too much. I have to try to act normal. You know that."

"I know. But do you have to be so damn normal?" I let my anger slip away a bit as well, though I kept my feet. "I mean shit, you still have a boyfriend."

"Jay we talked about that already."

"Yeah, and I wasn't satisfied with how we left it." I shot back.

"I can't dump him, he hasn't done anything wrong." She explained weakly and my rage stirred again.

"So fucking what? Get rid of him anyway. What reason do you have to keep him Kerry? What does he do for you that I don't?" I was pressing too hard now but I couldn't stop myself.

"Jay..."

"Does he eat you better than me? Huh? Does he...?"

"Stop it Jay! You know I haven't had sex with him. You know that!"

"I don't know shit!" I growled back at her and she quailed. "All I know is that you told me he expects sex out of you before but now you seem to think that he doesn't anymore. What the fuck kind of sense does that make?"

"Jay please!" She begged me to stop but I couldn't, I had to get it out.

"Shit Kerry, you're out so much I have no idea when you're with him and when you're not. For all I know you just finished fucking him tonight and got Beth to come over so I wouldn't know it!" That was too much, too distrusting of me and I wanted to take it back as tears fell from her eyes.

"No Jay! No! You know me better than that! Please, please tell me you don't think that!" She gasped and I turned away from her to gather my self control.

"The point isn't that I think you did that tonight or any other night. The point is I have no way to know. You don't tell me shit about what you do every night so I just sit here and worry about it. Don't you realize how hard that is for me?" I asked as my voice broke and fear replaced anger. "Don't you realize that every day it seems like I'm loosing you more and more?"

"How do you think I feel Jay?"

"I don't know."

"God, how could you not? I'm trying to keep everything together, trying to stay close to you but keep my friends happy too. It's hard! Very hard!" I shook my head and sat back down in my recliner to stare at her across the room.

"I feel like I try so hard, but it just isn't enough for you. Everyday I can see how frustrated you are, even if it is only for a few minutes at a time. I wish things could be better, but I just don't know how to get them there." She said softly as her tears dried up. I gave a sigh of frustration and resignation at that.

"I don't want you to feel like that Kerry. I don't want you to have to juggle so much at once. I just want you to be happy, not someone who tries to please everyone all the time."

"I know. I know." She whispered and I stood again to walk over to her.

We melted together and held each other as if our lives depended on it. Her scent burned into my nose, strong from a long night of exertion. The twist that identified her as my sister turned my stomach and I fought it down.

"Look, we need to come to some sort of agreement." I started and she looked up at me with watery brown eyes.

"What do ya mean?" She asked, looking so cute as she frowned in confusion.

"We need to set aside time to be together. We need to talk more. We need to tell each other everything. I mean everything, so we won't have any doubt. You get what I mean?"

"Yeah, I guess." I was thinking she'd confess to being sexual with Dave but she just left it at that.

"Seriously, you have to tell me when you're going out. You have to tell me where you're going and who you're with, even if it's after the fact. I need to know, I just..."

"I understand," she mumbled and dropped her head against my chest. "You don't trust me anymore."

I tensed at that, wanting to deny it but unable to lie to her. I struggled with myself, trying to find when exactly I decided that Kerry was lying to me. How had things gotten so fucked up?

"You're right, I don't. God! I wish I could, but I just can't."

"I know. You think I've been cheating on you with Dave." She didn't sound defensive, just sad at the loss of my trust. "How could you not? You'd have to be an idiot to just take me at my word."

"Kerry..."

"No, you're right." She said as once again she met my eyes. I was confused by her look, not angry but more like resigned. "How could you trust me after I told you I didn't want anyone but you and then went out and got some other boyfriend?"

"I'm sorry..." I tried to get out but she just spoke right over me.

"Don't apologize. It's not your fault Jay." She shook her head. "It's my fault. I just can't break it off with him. I want to, but I just can't. I'm scared. I'm too weak to get rid of him."

"Kerry please..." She sounded so sad that it was starting to really tug at my heart.

"I wish I could be better Jay, I really do. I just can't." I pulled her tight against me as much to quiet her as to reassure her.

We held each other tight for a long time, not kissing or touching but just clinging to each other desperately. I felt like I was drowning and Kerry was my only salvation but at the same time we were dragging each other down too. I kissed the top of her head and caressed her hair as we rose out of whatever held us.

"I love you Kerry. We can work this out. We have to work it out." I said firmly and she shook a bit against me.

"I have to dump Dave. I have to get rid of him. It's not worth keeping him as a cover if it tears us apart." She hissed into my shirt.

"I think you should dump him Kerry." I mumbled into her hair and she nodded.

"I will Jay. As soon as possible. I promise."

"I'm sorry I'm so neurotic about this Kerry."

"It's alright, I understand. I couldn't handle it if you had a girlfriend too." She looked up at me and I leaned down to kiss her softly. She returned the kiss just as light and I felt my frustration slip away as if it had never been.

"We haven't fucked in so long I'm starting to wonder if everything still works." She mumbled against my lips. I frowned at her and she giggled softly at my moment of ego.

"I can assure you, everything works just fine." I grumbled against her mouth and she sat up to throw a leg over me. She ground her tight little ass down on me and moaned at the feel of my hard on.

"I can tell!" She gasped back and then kissed me hard. We wrestled with each other's tongues, pent up sexual frustration blooming between us and pushing us toward a long session of make up sex.

"Oh God! I can't wait, I can't wait!" She said in an out of breath voice as she circled her hips on me, pushing down hard to crush my cock painfully against my jeans. She writhed on me a bit and then reached down to pull her light dress up over her head and toss it off.

"How are you so beautiful?" I asked as her glorious body was once again displayed to me. She was wearing simple white underwear, with a tiny bra wasting time on her chest. I couldn't convince her to forgo ever putting another bra on. She seemed to think she couldn't be decent without it.

"It's only for you!" She groaned back as her now panty clad ass worked hard over my dick. "I swear! No one else! Ever!"

I growled wordlessly and lifted her by her armpits to make her stand before me. I let my hands do what they wanted, reaching out to swirl through the amazing perfection of her midsection as I looked up at her. She shivered as if being tickled and swayed on her feet.

"I love the way you touch me Jay!" She moaned and I grunted back. Suddenly my hands gripped the waist band of her panties and yanked them down her creamy thighs to just past her knees. I leaned in and took a big whiff of her rapidly moistening pussy.

"I can't wait either!" I let out as my nose buried itself in her thin strip of pubic hair and my tongue lashed out to be burned by her intense heat. I'd almost forgotten how good it felt when my tongue went numb from that heat, it had been so long.

I breathed deep her scent, feeling it twist through me and force my dick to strain even harder to be free from its confines. Her pussy was so damn good, so powerfully fragrant, that there was none of the smell that turned my stomach. It was just pure sex that filled me.

"Kerry! Tell me what you want and we'll do it! Anything, I swear I'll do anything you want!" I hissed as my breath flowed over her boiling hot sex. She shuddered and her knees went weak from the feel of it.

"I want you to punish me Jay!" She groaned and I pulled back in surprise.

"What?"

"I've been bad! I need you to put me in my place and punish me!" She explained as her eyes opened to look down at me.

"Kerry..."

"You said anything Jay. This is what I want." She was determined and I was confused. How was I supposed to punish her?

"I won't hurt you."

"I don't want you to. Just...deny me. Deny me the way I've been denying you."

"You mean...?"

"Don't let me cum. Not tonight, not tomorrow, not all weekend long. Use me but don't pleasure me. That's what I want." She drew her hands through my short hair and her eyes were bright with love.

"I...I don't..." I stammered and she cut me off again.

"I know you don't like that. I know. That's why I have to ask for it. That's why I have to have it. You have to be selfish Jay, you deserve it." I pulled my face tight against her flat belly and I felt the smooth skin on my stubbled jaw.

"I am selfish Kerry. Every time. I love making you cum, I live for it."

"I know," she whispered as her hands swept over my head to cup my chin. "But I want you to focus on yourself this time. I want you punish us both with it."

She raised my head so I was looking in her eyes again and I could see how serious she was. It was such an odd request, but I could understand where it came from. She was trying to affect a change in us, to do more than cover the wound with a band aid of make up sex. After a weekend like that I couldn't imagine not appreciating her more.

"You're sure?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"I'm sure Jay. I'm sure." She whispered and I stood to press our bodies against each other. She kissed me hard and reached down to grip me through my jeans as my hips pushed to get inside her. It was painfully frustrating to still be dressed at that point and all I wanted was to be naked with her.

"Let me get undressed and..."

"No. Don't do it yourself. Make me do it for you. Make me do everything for you. Use me, all weekend long. Please Jay!" I looked her in the eye and sought out reassurance that she could take the kind of treatment she was asking for. All I found was bright eager love.

"I don't know if I can be mean to you." I said as she rubbed her nose against mine.

"Then don't. Just be...lazy. Just let me do everything. Please Jay!" She whispered. I groaned back and finally understood that she knew what she was asking for. It would be difficult for us both but I was willing to give it a shot.

"Take my shirt off," I said in a firm but soft tone. She immediately reached up to pull the t-shirt from my body and toss it onto the couch behind me. "The jeans too."

Again she pulled my clothing off, falling to her knees to pull the jeans from around my ankles and then looking up at me as my hard cock bobbed in front of her. I knew she wanted to suck me, I could see how badly she wanted it in her eyes.




Touch Ch. 05



"Take off my socks," I ordered. I was still careful to be as neutral as possible. Just because she wanted me to order her around it didn't mean I had to be harsh. I hoped I could maintain that throughout the weekend. She did as ordered and peeled my socks from me one at a time before once again sitting below me waiting for further commands.

"I..." I started but then stopped myself. I knew what would drive home the selfish nature of the upcoming weekend but didn't want to do it. "Go to the bed."

Kerry nodded silent and stumbled to her feet, her panties still tangled in her legs as she tried to walk without them falling down. I thought about telling her to just get rid of them but instead I just stared at her watertight ass as it moved away from me. I remained motionless as she made her way from the room and turned into the bedroom we shared.

Once she was gone I took several deep breaths to steady myself. I already had several ideas that I knew would hurt her most, ways to deny her that she just couldn't stand. I desperately didn't want to do it, but at the same time I could see that it was what we needed.

Slowly I walked to my bedroom, still hesitant even as I committed myself to punishing us both. I knew if I managed to do this first thing then I could get through the rest. I just wasn't sure I wouldn't give in. As I stepped through the door I caught sight of my sister sitting on the end of the bed waiting, her panties still just under her knees. I was amazed she'd managed to keep them there but kept that to myself.

I walked slowly up to her and stood with my waist at head level in front of her. She looked up at me, pleading with her eyes for me to let her suck me. Instead I took hold of my dick and started to stroke it right in front of her. Her eyes got wide as they fell to the sight of me touching myself and my mind raged to try to get me to reach out and touch her.

"Stay there, just like that. Don't move, not a single muscle." I growled at her, sounding too angry as I struggled to contain the maelstrom of emotions that whirled through me. She just stared at the tip of my dick as I stroked it barely two inches from her nose.

"Tell me what you want Kerry." I said as I felt my stroke starting to get to me a little. If it wasn't for my sister sitting nearly naked in front of me though I knew I wouldn't even be able to maintain an erection.

"I want to suck my Big Brother's dick!" She panted as she remained still just as ordered. "I want you to use my mouth hard!"

"Too bad! Tonight isn't about what you want." My voice was thick with raging emotion as she finally looked up at me in confusion. "This weekend isn't about you Kerry. It's about me!"

Those words tore themselves from my throat painfully, as if my body was rejecting them even as I said them. I hated this, I couldn't stand to deny her but she just kept asking it of me. I hoped that I'd never have to say them again, that after that night we wouldn't continue with this stupid fucking game.

I jerked myself fast as her face fell into a look of pained confusion. I forced my eyes down across her chest so I didn't have to see that look on her. I kept going to try to see her sex but it was obscured in shadow and all I could see was the slightest hint of her pubic hair.

"Take off the bra," I grated out as my orgasm started to rise within me. My arm was starting to get tired from holding such a hard grip and stroking so fast but I ignored it. Again she didn't hesitate to do as I said and nearly ripped the thing from her body. The sight of her amazing tits did it and I groaned deep.

"Stay right there," I ordered as my hips started to shake with pleasure. She looked eagerly at my dick, wanting my load on her at least. I ground my teeth with frustration as I realized I had to deny her that too.

I fled the room fast, my dick still in my hand but starting to soften as soon as Kerry was out of my sight. I ran down the short hall to the bathroom and pushed inside to straddle the toilet backwards and pull furiously at my dick. Cum dribbled from me, squirting out weakly and getting on my fingers as I kept stroking. It was the worst orgasm of my life, weak to the point that I barely even registered it.

When I was finished squirting my load into the toilet I stood on shaky legs and flushed it. I washed my hands and paused to look at myself in the mirror. I hardly recognized the guy looking back at me and I wanted to punch him in the face.

I walked slowly to the bedroom again, listening to the soft sobbing of my sister. She finally realized what it was that she had asked for and it was too much for her. It had to be too much for her. I couldn't keep doing this for the rest of the weekend.

I pointedly ignored her as I went through my dresser to pull out a pair of loose shorts to sleep in. She just sat there, her hands at her sides as tears fell down her cheeks and sobs racked her body. I waited until everything was set, the bedding pulled back on my side so I could climb in, before I spoke to her.

"Pull up your panties and go to your bed. You don't get to sleep in here. And put something on too." I felt my voice nearly crack as I was viciously mean to my sister. I'd managed a tone of near indifference, but that just made it worse. She sobbed loudly and pulled up her panties before leaving as instructed, bra clutched in her hand. I just watched her go in silence.

The weekend dragged on as we continued to torment each other. We acted almost like a normal set of siblings, with her going out with Beth during the day on Saturday but coming back for the evening as instructed. I puttered around uselessly the whole time, making her do everything around the house but not treating her as anything more than eye candy to jerk off to.

I was surprised on Sunday afternoon when the blonde showed up again, this time knocking loudly on the door while Kerry sat naked on the side of the bath and watched me jerk off on the toilet. I was nearly there; ready to have yet another unsatisfying climax when the sound of the knock made us both jump.

"Get the door," I ordered harshly. I had lost the ability to be anything but mean to her after she insisted we keep going the whole weekend. I was just so angry that she felt she needed us to suffer more after that horrible night.

Kerry didn't reply, she never did, she just got up and walked by me to do as I instructed. I assumed she'd put some clothes on as I closed the door to the bathroom and finished myself off. It was just another barely there orgasm that made me wonder why I'd bothered.

I washed up and made my way out of the bathroom, slipping into the bedroom unseen to put on shorts and a t-shirt before going to the living room. I found my sister sitting on the couch in her robe with Beth across from her in the recliner. I frowned at that, the recliner was usually my chair, but just plopped down on the couch at the far end from Kerry as they fell silent.

Awkward would be the word to best describe what was permeating that room as we all sat with nothing to say to each other. I was sure Beth wanted something, but she didn't want me to hear her ask it of Kerry, whatever it was. Kerry looked sad as she just lounged on the couch, somehow relaxed but tense at the same time.

"So Beth, what brings you by?" I asked as diplomatically as I could. I figured it was better than just telling her to get the fuck out.

"Well, after the other night I was a bit concerned and..." She paused and shifted in her seat, not wanting to go on. "Kerry, is there something wrong?"

"Wha...what do you mean?" My sister replied, sounding way too defensive. She was such a horrible liar.

"Well it just seemed like something was going on the other night and..." She eyed me as she stopped again, looking as if she were sizing me up for a fight. "Yesterday you were...I don't know, distant. I'm just concerned about you, that's all."

I studied the beautiful blonde as she expressed actual caring for my sister. I hadn't expected that, she seemed like one of those short term friends you make so you fit in when you get to a new place. I felt my dislike of her lessening a bit as I realized she might not be such a bad influence on Kerry.

"B...Beth there isn't anything going on." I barely held in a wince at that. She might as well have said 'I'm in love with my brother' for all the good her denial did.

"Are you sure?" Beth pressed as she looked at me hard again. I couldn't shake the feeling that she knew about us, and after Kerry's clumsy attempt to lie it seemed pretty possible that she did.

"I'm sure Beth. Come on, I'm just feeling a little down, that's all. It happens from time to time you know?" I wanted desperately to tell my sister to shut up. Her lies were so blatantly bad that I could see the wheels turning in her friend's head.

"Did something happen with Dave?" Beth pressed and I held my body as steady as I could as she looked at me again. I knew she was looking for my reaction at the mention of my sister's boyfriend, she had to be. I fought with everything I had to seem bored with it.

"Uh, no nothing with Dave." Shit she might as well have pointed at me as she said that. Beth's eyes widened a bit as I pretended not to notice her scrutiny. How could I ever have thought that Kerry could be lying to me? She was so bad at it I doubted she'd have the courage to try it with me.

"Someone else then?" Her friend pressed and I'd had enough. I wasn't going to let Kerry light a neon sign over my head with another ridiculous attempt at lying.

"Alright Beth, enough already." I said before Kerry could speak. "She's already told you there isn't anything wrong. Why not just leave it at that?"

Beth's blue eyes flashed at me with what I was sure was anger. She was suspicious, she had to be, but I wasn't sure what exactly she suspected of us. Maybe she thought I was abusing Kerry and wanted to get her away from me. That made sense in a way and I could appreciate her protective nature.

"Can I talk to Kerry alone Jay?" She asked and I shook my head. "Why not?"

I struggled to find a good reason why I wouldn't leave the two of them alone. The only compelling reason was that Kerry couldn't lie to save her life and that wasn't really good enough to convince Beth to back off.

"Maybe you should leave now." I said, hoping to box her out rather than try to explain my way out of it.

"Kerry, do you want me to leave?" She asked, her eyes still boring into me accusingly.

"I'm sorry Beth, but maybe you should." I was thankful when my sister didn't elaborate any further. Beth just frowned for a second as if trying to find some way to invalidate Kerry's answer.

"Fine, but I'll talk to you later. I'm not letting this go." She stood from my chair and eyed me hard again. I just shrugged at her, hoping I didn't seem like an arrogant abuser flexing his control over his victim. After a moment she fled from use, nearly running out the door.

"Where did you find her?" I asked once I was sure we were alone again.

"She was my roommate before. I'm sorry if she's a bit too..."

"I like her. You should keep her around. It seems like she actually cares about you." I said and Kerry looked down at her hands. "You know she knows something is going on with us right?"

"I'm sorry. I just couldn't convince her..."

"You couldn't convince anyone of anything with the way you were lying." I chuckled. She looked up at me with a surprised look on her face. "Christ Kerry, you have got to be the worst liar ever."

"Jay!" She said defensively as I laughed harder. She frowned for a moment and then seemed to realize what that meant. "You didn't know that already?"

"N...no!" I gasped out around belly heaves. It felt good to finally come to terms with the fact that she was faithful to me and I was just being an idiot.

"B...but everyone knows that about me. Seriously, how did you not know?" She pressed and I fought down the relief and mirth to answer her.

"I guess it never came up. Shit, I'm such an asshole!"

"Jay!" She sounded outraged, as if I'd just insulted her and not myself.

"Seriously, how could I have ever thought you were lying to me? You're just so bad at it, there's no way you were lying to me. Shit! This was such a stupid thing!" I started to loose my mirth and sober as I realized we'd been torturing each other over my insecurity.

"I tried to tell you."

"I know. I wish I wasn't so distrustful. Oh man, it feels good to let that shit out." I sighed as the tension left me and I looked at my stunned but still stunning sister. "Seriously though, how the hell have you kept Dave off you?"

"Well, he thinks I need time to recover from mom and dad's death." She said softly and I looked at her closely.

"Do you?" I asked, hoping she was over it but not at the same time.

"I...I don't know. I mean, I still feel kinda sad about it, and a lot confused about us and everything. I guess Dave picked up on that enough to realize that he shouldn't press me about sex." She explained in that same timid voice. I think she was still stuck in the obedient mode she'd been in all weekend.

"Relax Kerry. We're done with the punishment." She just looked at me dubiously so I hastened to reassure her. "Seriously, no more. There isn't any point to it now."

"But...but I was..."

"You were doing your best. That's all. Like I said before, we need to work something out so you aren't constantly scrambling around trying to keep everyone happy. Especially since you can't lie to save your life." She finally did as I requested and relaxed into the sofa, letting the tension that had built up in her over the past couple days slip away visibly.

"So what do you want to do then? What kind of agreement do we make?" She asked as the strength finally returned to her voice.

"Well first of all I think we can agree that this weekend should never happen again."

"Ugh, I can agree with that!" She said with a shake of her head that made my cock twitch in my shorts. With her strength had come her impossible cuteness and I wanted her worse than ever then.

"Secondly we do everything we can to make the weekends our time. Tell Dave that you have to help me out with stuff around the apartment during the day so he won't be suspicious. On second thought, bring him here so I can do it." I said in a rush and she frowned hard.

"I'm not gonna tell Dave anything but goodbye. I need to get rid of him Jay."

"Yeah, I'd prefer that too. Still, if it's too hard then bring him around so I can convince him not to bug you too much on the weekends. You can still go out and stuff, but just let me know when you'll be back so I can be awake for you." She shook her head again, this time incredulously.

"You don't mind me being gone so much?" She asked.

"I want you here as much as possible, but if you feel you need to go out to keep up appearances then I'm fine with it. Just tell me about it each night once I'm done making you scream yourself hoarse."

"Jay...I don't know what to say." She uttered in amazement. I smiled wide at her and slid across the couch to wrap her in my arms.

"You don't have to say anything. This was my fault, not yours. I'm done not trusting you and that's that. Now, before we get into any more deep stuff, I can tell that you desperately need me to get you off." Her scent once again assaulted me but I stuffed down my reaction to it.

"You don't..."

"Don't even try it Little Sister. I'm gonna eat you like never before and then we'll make love for as long as you can stand!" I promised eagerly and she finally responded to me. She pressed herself tight to me, purring softly in my ear as her hands swept under my t-shirt to caress my chest.

"I'm gonna lock the door while you go to the bedroom and get rid of that robe. Be ready, because as soon as I'm in that room with you you aren't coming out until tomorrow, if then." She shuddered and I forced myself to pull away from her insistent hands, her smooth skin just felt so good it was like getting up after only an hour of sleep.

"Jay?" She called as I made my way through the apartment to lock the door.

"Yeah?"

"You're gonna cum just as much as me right?" I chuckled and turned back to her as I stood by the hallway.

"Yeah Princess, I promise I will." I said and she smiled wide before bounding across the room into my arms.

"I want you inside me every time. From now on! No where else." She hissed against my lips as we held off a kiss painfully.

"Really? You don't want..."

"No! Only inside me. I can't stand to not feel you each and every time from now on!" I groaned and she plunged her tongue into my mouth. It seemed the punishment had had a powerful effect on her. I knew it had on me.

"Let me get the door!" I pleaded but she just pawed at me and pushed her tongue to my throat again. I felt at her with my hands, only getting the general shape of her through that robe of hers.

"I hate this robe!" I spat out as she slipped her tongue from me to nuzzle at my neck. She giggled and pulled back from me to leave my hands groping at the air.

"Well once you get the door you won't have to worry about it." She teased as she slipped away from me. I watched as that perfect body swiveled away while she kept her eyes on me. I just stood there taking in her beauty dumbly.

"Don't make me wait all night," she giggled as she swept into the bedroom. I stared after her, still stunned when the robe flew from the doorway to rest a few feet from me in the hall.

"Oh boy!" I sighed and started moving again. I dashed to the door and locked it and then moved as fast as I could to get into the bedroom.

She was lying on the bed looking up at me with such smoldering lust it was all I could do to keep my feet. Her nudity stood out against the darkness of the room, pale and glimmering on the dark blue of our sheets. She wasn't lewdly exposed to me, just lying back comfortably with those honey dipped mounds on her chest sitting up and pointing to the ceiling. Her legs were crossed demurely, as if she wanted to hide her arousal from me, and her face held such love and lust that I felt compelled to dash to her immediately.

I slid onto the silk sheets I'd chided her for buying and loved the feel of them as they caressed my arms. She reached out to meet me as my lips found hers and once again I was spinning with barely held back passion. We pawed at each other, pent up fervor overflowing and turning us into inexperienced kids as we just groped blindly at each other. The feel of her naked skin against mine was like a fix long denied and I shuddered as it sank in.

I was starting to regain control of myself when she lunged up against me and ripped the shirt from my body. I hissed as the material pulled tight around my neck and under my arms before the seams popped and the shirt gave out under her surprising strength. I was left with the tattered remains of a t-shirt I'd had for years clinging to me.

"Christ Kerry!" I muttered around her mouth as she surged up again to follow me as I tried to separate from her. She wouldn't let me, just keeping her tongue in my mouth as her hands pulled me back down to her.

My hands swept across her smooth belly and up to cup her breasts, careful to only lightly touch her sensitive little nipples. She cooed and arched her back so those creamy mounds fit even more perfectly in my palms as finally the kiss was broken.

"Let me get my shirt..." I started as I pulled back but she grabbed me and yanked me back to her yet again. We were drowning in each other as her tongue massaged over mine hungrily and our lips began to swell from the constant pressure.

I got her to finally release me by very softly pinching her nipples. It was so light it barely qualified as a pinch, more like a roll of the hard rubbery flesh between barely grasping fingers. She shivered beneath me and pulled off to moan in absolute desire. This time I didn't bother to try to talk and just shucked the remains of my shirt off, tossing it away without concern for where it might land.




Touch Ch. 05



"Oh my God Jay, don't!" Kerry pleaded up at me as her face contorted into a desperate look of pleasure. "Not yet! Please not yet!"

I knew what she meant so rather than continue with her breasts I let my hands roam over her chest and up to her shoulders. She sighed in relief and let her own hands slide down my back to cup my ass. She squeezed me tight for a moment and then grabbed the shorts that covered me and yanked them down. She got them down to about mid thigh and I rose up to help her pull them all the way off.

"Jesus!" I groaned as her hands, infinitely better than I had remembered them being, took hold of my straining hard on. They were so smooth, so strong, yet so soft as she caressed me gently.

"I can't wait Jay! I can't..." She gulped loudly as my lips found her pulse and my hands traced lightly over her ribs toward her groin. I nuzzled her and reached for her sex but she writhed her hips away from me.

"What?" I asked as I rose up to look at her.

"Just do it! Fuck me, make love to me, be in me! Please, I can't..." I pushed against her and her words faded into a moan. She pulled my dick down against the upward curve of it and pressed me to her entrance.

"I'll always trust you Kerry," I whispered against her jaw as she shifted to get her legs around me and pull me in tight. She just shivered and then let out a yelp as I sank into her.

I started immediately to work a rhythm within her, feeling her tightness gripping me and her wetness drenching me. Her heat was incredible, as always, and as it seared into me I felt as though I had returned home from a long stay in a very inhospitable place. I wanted to pound her hard, but at the same time I wanted to revel in the feel of our connection. I tried to find a happy medium and she responded enthusiastically.

"Oh, oh fuck! Oh Jay! Never...never make me...make me..." She stuttered out as my thrusts made her sound like she was speaking through a fan. I stopped any further attempt at speech by pressing my lips to hers and once again we were drowning.

She bit my lip, not hard and aggressive but with a desperation that spoke of overwhelming sexual frustration. I let her hold me in her teeth for a moment and then swept my tongue out to lick over them and she released me. The feel of her around me was rapidly becoming too much but I wanted this to keep going. I slowed to a stop within her as we kissed hard.

"Let's switch it up a bit," I suggested as she nipped lightly at me and smiled wide. She didn't answer with words, just nodding in that sexy demur way.

I slid from her and we both groaned at the loss. Quickly I rose up from her and motioned for her to turn over, which she did with a fast twist that left her lying flat and bouncing on the bed beneath me. Her little giggle of excitement spurred me on and I reached down to hold her hips and encourage her to come up high on her knees.

I pressed my hardness against her, sliding between her tight little butt cheeks and holding firm to her. Kerry was panting with heavy arousal, the scent of her pussy filling the room and permeating my brain to further drive my own fever. She kept her head down on the pillow beneath her and turned to the side to look up at me. I leaned over her and kissed her neck, burying my face in her thick curly hair.

"You can you know," she said as I remained pressed against her between her ass cheeks. "If you want to."

"I can what?" I asked as my hands swept over her belly to find her breasts again.

"Fuck me. In the ass." She said, with obvious trepidation in her voice. It startled me, we'd had that discussion, but then I realized that the underside of my dick was pressing right against her there.

"I don't want to. I was just trying to tease you a bit." I explained hastily, hoping she didn't want to press it.

"Why not?" She asked, sounding nearly as vulnerable as the old Kerry had been.

"Because it'll hurt you and I don't think it could be any better than..." I reached back to position myself at her entrance again and slowly pushed in. "This!"

We both let out deep held breaths as the anticipated return of our coupling was finally realized. I slid slowly into her incredibly tight confines, feeling her pussy resisting me by trying to squeeze me out. Her heat had ratcheted up even more to the point that it was nearly scalding, and yet it felt only pleasantly intense.

We just moaned and groaned together for a while as I slid back and forth within her. My hands pawed at her tits, not trying to be gentle but not brutish either. I was sure it was just right to further her arousal without pushing it too far in either direction. The taste of her skin as I kissed her neck mingled with the smell of her shampoo and then shrank before the assault of her arousal on my nostrils. That fragrance, so clean and pure yet sexy and intense, was what once again had me balancing precariously on the edge of eruption.

"Don't!" Kerry called as once again I pulled from her. This time I just sprang back from her and grabbed her hips to keep her from moving.

My hands slid from her hips to her little round ass cheeks as I sat back on my heels and looked between her shuddering thighs. In the low light, her slick arousal shimmered from her swollen little labia down to her knees like fresh dew on a spring day. I paused only long enough to fill myself with her smell once again before dropping down to worship her.

"No! Please Jay, this isn't..." She complained as my tongue gathered that amazing juice around the back of her thigh and I sucked it deep into my mouth. She came up on her hands to look back at me pleadingly.

"I know Princess, I know." I said back by way of reassurance as my tongue began to alternate between each of her trembling thighs. I licked her repeatedly, unable to really get her clean but filling my mouth with her taste until I couldn't stand it any longer.

"Ooh!" Kerry sighed as I slid back within her. "Don't stop again Jay!"

"I won't," I promised as I slowly worked my hips back and forth. Despite the break I was feeling precariously close too soon. I kept the pace slow in the hopes that I would be able to hold on a little longer but it just wasn't working, she was too good.


"Kerry!" I hissed as warning as my body tensed and I fought with everything I had to stop the inevitable.

"Do it Jay! Don't stop, don't hold back. Please! Please Jay!" She begged, looking over her shoulder at me with eyes wide and filled with longing. I could only grunt in reply as I focused on trying to get her off too.

I reached around her hip, wrist feeling the supple skin there as my fingers probed into her sex where we came together. I could hardly breathe as I fought for control and swept my fingers through her burning heat to touch her hard little clit. She bucked against me and groaned as my fingers danced frantically on her button.

"Oh God Jay! Cum in me! Cum in me Jay! Do it!" She called as her hips started to circle and shudder. It was all I could do to hold on for another few seconds.

"Come on Little Sister! Come on! Cum for me!" I groaned back at her with a voice filled with strain. She shook harder and started to finally seek her own pleasure but it was too late.

"Yes! Oh!" Kerry cooed as I was suddenly overcome and released with a hard jerk within her. "Yes Big Brother! God yes!"

I fell over her as the orgasm hit me hard, making my legs kick back spastically and my hands clutch her belly against me as I filled it with my sperm. That first shot sent pinpricks of light dancing through my vision and I heard my spine crack from my tail bone to my neck. My hips slammed against her ass on their own and before I could even catch a breath I was pouring more semen into her as my head swam and my body screamed with utter release.

"I love you Jay!" She called back to me as I buried my nose in her hair and felt the world spin crazily around me. Through the haze of intense pleasure I was aware of only one thing; my sister hadn't cum with me.

Several more hard spasms shook and cracked through me, setting my brain on fire and leaving me unable to do anything but crush Kerry to me in a desperate bid to find some way to be closer to her. She circled her hips and squeezed her pussy around me to encourage still more from me, but it was all about my pleasure and not hers. Even then, in my mindlessly over stimulated state, I wanted so much to change that.

"Fuck!" I gasped out as I finally finished erupting in her and collapsed across her. She cooed wordlessly, clearly happy with the way things had gone, as I slid across her sweat slick back. Her skin was silky as always, but her sweat mixed with mine to lend it a decidedly sexual feel as her heat and wetness slid across my chest.

I slipped from her as I fell to lie on my back beside her, breathing hard and feeling like I'd failed her. She slumped down next to me and quickly cuddled in tight to my side, her lips reaching for mine. My sister caressed me gently, tracing curling puddles through the sweat that pooled on my hot skin.

"I'm sorry Kerry, it was just too good. I couldn't..."

"Shh." She silenced me and then kissed me softly. Her fingers tweaked my nipples the way she loved as our tongues coiled around each other and her thigh rubbed across my hip.

"Kerry..." I started as soon as her mouth drew back from mine.

"Don't Jay. It was great. It was everything I wanted. Don't apologize for giving me what I wanted." She reached up from where her fingers had been on my chest to cup my face and rub her nose against mine.

"But..."

"No buts," she whispered as her nose made slow circles around the outside of mine. "No buts Jay."

"Fine. As soon as you're ready I'm gonna make you scream my name until you loose your voice." I hissed back, my determination plain in my tone. She just smiled and continued her loving touches.

We kissed softly several times and for a while I forgot about the ego that kept telling me I needed to make it up to her. The world narrowed to just her eyes and her lips and her tongue for that time. Tasting her, feeling her, looking deep into her was all that was important.

"Are you ready?" I asked as she finally separated from me and let her hand slide down across my now dry chest.

"For what?" She asked coyly and I grinned at her.

"To scream my name," I said back as my smile widened.

"I don't know," she replied with that same teasing tone. "Are you ready for me to scream your name?"

"Well I think I have earplugs around here somewhere..." She giggled against me as I let my response fade away. "Lie back and relax Princess. This time it's gonna be all you."

"Uh uh," she shook her head and used her cutest little girl voice.

"No? Why not?"

"Because!" She answered rather irritatingly. I frowned at her and wondered what the hell she was trying to do.

"Because why?"

"Because I don't wanna!"

"Kerry..." I sighed in frustration and she pressed to me hard again.

"I need you in me again. No more teasing, no more eating, nothing but good hard fucking!" She was suddenly mature and strong as she spoke right against my lips. "I can tell you're ready!"

She slid across me, letting the leg she'd thrown over me go to the far side of my hips so she was kneeling over me. Her lips teased over mine and her tongue flicked out as if my mouth was a sweet treat she could only taste in small bursts. I reached for her body, holding her sides and then tracing swirls up to her breasts. With a sigh she sank against me as I touched the sides of those beautiful mounds and let her nipples just barely touch my chest.

"I love the feel of you Kerry. I love everything about you." I sighed into her mouth as she started to tease us both by circling her chest over me, her nipples just barely grazing mine as they swept by.

To my surprise she suddenly jerked and pulled back, gaping like a fish and looking desperate for air. Immediately my hands reached for her breasts and she gave a guttural groan by way of protest as my fingers sought out her nipples. Her face contorted into a mask of agonized bliss as I touched her so light I could barely feel it. Her eyes closed tight and she shivered with pleasure over me.

She shifted to escape me but my hands followed and I sat up as best I could to keep her in reach. I expected her to twist away from me but instead her eyes snapped open and her head came down from where it had been throw back so she was staring me in the eye.

"I'm gonna cum Jay!" She said and it only encouraged me to push her further. "I need you in me! Now!"

I was of course solid as a block of ice and hot enough to melt it. Her hands pawed across my belly as I kept twisting the very tips of my fingers around her nipples and she grabbed me in a harsh grip. She pulled my dick back from where it lay against me and shifted her hips trying to line us up. It took longer than usual, but as soon as she felt me pressed to her she thrust down to take me in.

"Fuck Little Sister!" I hissed as she gurgled happily and shook around me.

"Fuck me Jay! Fuck me!" I couldn't stop my hands from leaving her nipples and sliding down her sides to take hold of her hips. She started to ride me as soon as I had a hold of her and I encouraged her with my arms pulling and pushing along with her.

"Oh my God!" She groaned as her body tensed and she sped toward her own release.

I lunged to sit up higher and take a nipple in my mouth, falling back with it trapped between my lips. I expected her to follow me down but she didn't so my lips and tongue slid from her hard little nub and I watched as it snapped back to that flawless form on her chest. She shook and her pussy spasmed hard around me as she closed her eyes.

"Cum for me Kerry!" I called to her as I held her ass tight to my hips and she rotated in fast little circles. My cock stirred within her and I felt my own arousal jump higher.

She shivered over me and I sat up high again to get her nipple. I sucked it in and swirled my tongue around it before falling back and watching in fascination as her breast once again pulled back to its normal shape. She clamped rigid around me and I could see how hard she was pressing her eyes closed as she fought back her peak.

I expected her to loose it at any moment but she surprised me by falling across my chest and burying her head over my shoulder and into the pillow I was laying on. I guided her hips as once again she started to ride me, raising up until I was barely inside her and then slamming down to take me to the very end of her. I groaned with the intensity of it and nearly jumped when she screamed into the pillow right by my ear.

"That's it! Come on Kerry! Come on! Just let it go, let that hot cum spray all over me!" I taunted as she shrieked into the pillow and we started fucking like animals.

Her pussy was constantly shivering around me as she threw her hips up and down over and over again. I was amazed she could hold back an orgasm for so long as I felt my own pleasure surging to increasingly uncontrollable heights. I could hear my sister panting into the pillow inches from my ear and I wanted to tell her to rise up so I could look at her. As if reading my mind, Kerry suddenly pulled back to sit on me and just stare me in the eye.

I could see the climax crouching within her, fighting to be released as she held it back with pure willpower. Her perfect little tits jiggled on her chest as she rotated her hips fast in wider circles than before and her eyes were wide and bright with lust. I fell into those eyes and lightening seemed to strike the top of my head and shock through my entire being. We were going to do it; we were finally going to find that perfect union again.

"NO!" Kerry wailed as that swirling sinking feeling that sucked me into her suddenly burst like a barely held together bubble and she closed her eyes tight.

For a moment I thought she was trying to stop us from reaching that spiritual high again but then I realized she was mourning its loss as her body gave in before her mind was ready. Hot liquid coated my hips and belly and she twisted violently on me as her pleasure exploded.

I reached up to catch her as she collapsed and screamed wordlessly. I'd never heard anything like it as she expressed incredible pleasure and loss at the same time. I held her close, feeling the raging climax contorting her body with muscle spasms. She screamed over and over again, not once using words but just releasing all that pent up energy from our torturous weekend.

By the time her body had finally relented we were both completely drenched in her sweet emissions. She shook like a hypothermia victim in my arms and tears swelled in her eyes as she pressed her lips to mine. I tasted salty cool wetness as our heads turned against each other while we kissed and I longed to ease the pain that was so obvious.

"Oh Kerry," I whispered as she started to sob lightly. "It's ok. It's ok baby."

She cried over me, letting her tears drip onto my lips and cheeks as she pressed her forehead to mine. I caressed her face with both hands and kissed her over and over again but still she cried.

"I know Little Sister. I know."

"Why can't we do it?" She choked out between sobs. "Why can't we ever do it?"

"I don't know Kerry. I just don't know." I whispered back as she continued to shake and cry. I kissed her several more times before she finally started to settle down a bit.

"You didn't..."

"Nah. It's not a big deal, we've got all night." I said in a flippant tone and she smile in appreciation. I held her tight and we kissed as she shifted over me. I was very much aware of the fact that I was still hard and buried deep within her with each of her movements. She was even tighter than normal, tense from her recent release of pleasure.

"Oh boy!" She sighed out as she finally released the tension that had so tormented her. "I guess we'll just have to keep trying."

"I fully intend to." I grinned wide at her and she smiled too. Her nose once again found mine and the pain seemed to have retreated completely from her. We rubbed noses and mumbled little encouragements to each other as we were both suffused with the love we shared.

"I love you Kerry," I whispered as she started to loosen around me. I knew she was ready to continue then and she let her lips drag across mine before circling my nose with hers again.

"I love you Jay."



Touch Ch. 06



"So are you gonna come or not?" Beth asked as I looked into her scrunched up and questioning face. She was doing her best to be cute but it was just irritating me. I held back a scowl and considered my options.

It was nearly the end of summer and the college crowd had returned in anticipation of the return to school. Some of my sister's friends were having a party, what sounded like a frat party, and Beth had taken it upon herself to invite me. I didn't like it, it was too strange, but I couldn't figure out what the girl was up to.

"I don't know..." I grunted out yet again. I could have just said no, but for some reason I was willing to listen to her pleas.

"Come on Jay! Kerry and Dave are gonna be there and I'll just die if I have to watch them going at it AGAIN. I need company." I clenched my jaw and fought down the reaction I was sure she was looking for. I didn't want to think about what she meant by 'going at it.'

"Beth..."

"Please!" She begged, trying to look cute. I guess she did look cute, but I wasn't interested. I just couldn't seem to convince her of that. "Please Jay! I'm begging here. Please come with me!"

"Ah fuck! Fine, I'll go to the fucking party." I grumbled, wondering why I was giving in. "Happy now?"

"Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes!" She hopped from the couch and clapped her hands while she squealed in front of me. It seemed like a bit too much of a show but I held down another scowl. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Beth hugged me awkwardly as I remained seated in my recliner, bending forward no doubt to use her heavy tits to best advantage. I studiously looked over her shoulder at the blank TV rather than down her dress, seeing her backside and not happy with that choice either.

"Get ready, we've gotta leave soon!" She slid from the embrace and sat back smoothly on the couch, letting her legs fall open a bit to give me a view between them and up her dress. I ignored it and ground my teeth again as I stood.

"I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me," I hissed mostly to myself as I made my way to my room to change into something else. I had no idea what to wear, but she seemed to think I should change so I was going to.

Beth had rather abruptly given up on her crusade to learn anything and everything about Kerry and me about a month prior, and I was suspicious it was because she found out the truth. I'd never asked Kerry if she told her friend about us, it seemed kind of insulting, but that didn't mean the girl hadn't figured it out by seeing through my sister's horrific attempts at lying. If she had figured it out, which seemed patently obvious by the way she was acting, then she must have a reason for constantly coming on to me.

At first I thought she wanted to steal me from her friend, or maybe test my resolve to remain faithful. It made sense a bit, at least to me, but I couldn't understand why she thought I was worth the bother. I mean, I'm not really that great and she was a young beauty who could have just about any guy she wanted. So why put forth the effort to interrupt the relationship I shared with my sister? Was she just jealous? If so, was it of Kerry or of me? What the hell was the girl up to?

"Good enough?" I asked as I walked back out to the living room to find the blonde lounging in my recliner. She looked at me with twinkling eyes and I forced my face to remain unmoving as she kicked her legs over the armrest on my side.

"It'll do I guess," she grinned as she said it. I held in a grunt of irritation as she looked me over blatantly, taking in my slacks and polo shirt and lingering maybe a bit too long on me.

"So are we ready to go or what?" I asked as she just sat there waving her socked feet at me and grinning enticingly.

I didn't want this, I didn't want to want her, but I did anyway. I know, truly stunning. A guy wants to fuck a beautiful girl who is all over him all the time even though he's devoted to someone else. I was thinking about confessing my lust for Beth to Kerry, just to let her know that despite it I would never stray. I knew it would probably hurt her, but at the same time it seemed like it might help to have it all out in the open. As it was, acting like I didn't give a damn that the pretty blonde was so blatantly in lust with me wasn't getting her to back off or making me feel any less guilty about it.

"Yeah, I guess. I mean, it's kinda early." She shrugged a little and her eyes darted down to about level with my belt before sliding back up to my face. Once again it was all I could do not to frown at her. "Maybe we can grab some dinner first."

I did frown at that, having already eaten my dinner. It was after nine in the evening and I never wait that late to eat. Of course, I knew she was just trying to angle me into spending more time with her.

"I already ate, but if you want to stop someplace fast we can get you something." I said as diplomatically as I could.

"Nah. Fast food makes me break out." She shook her head and frowned back at me as cute as she could. It was pretty good, good enough to remind me of Kerry but not good enough to make me forget her. "Maybe they'll have food there."

"Alright then. I don't really know where this place is..."

"Oh, I'll give you directions." She smiled at me as she finally swiveled around to sit in the chair properly and started to stand.

"Actually I was thinking I'd just follow you there." I did not want to spend the entire ride over there with her, not to mention bringing her home afterward.

"Come on Jay. You know I'm gonna have a few tonight, it wouldn't be safe for me to drive." She was uncomfortably close now as she made her way around the end of the couch to stand right on top of me. This was not the usual personal space required for two people to have a conversation and I felt myself getting anxious as we nearly touched.

"Fine, we'll take my car." I grumbled and she smiled. I stepped back as she stepped forward and then turned to lead the way out the door after pulling on some shoes. She followed after gathering her purse, staring at my back so hard I could feel it making me itch.

The drive was just about as miserable as I thought it would be. She just sat there staring at me as if she was so in love all she could see was me. Kerry had never done that, though we'd been pretty close to such displays, and it was really freaking me out. Does she really think she's in love with me? What the fuck is going on? What is she trying to get out of me?

I was, as usual, a bit paranoid. I realize now she was probably just smitten with me because she was fascinated with what Kerry and I shared. She had to have known, there was no way around it, but for some reason she seemed to think that meant she could join in too. But that wasn't the case, Kerry and I didn't have an open relationship just because she was my sister. We were in love, not just fucking each other because it was convenient. Maybe that was the problem; she didn't get how that could happen.

So she stared at me and I did my best to ignore it. My best included focusing on the road and turning where she told me to, all the while sweating despite the powerful blow of the air conditioning across my chest. I fidgeted, with my fingers drumming out a beat on the steering wheel, and made constant head checks over my left shoulder to look away from her. Still her eyes never left me. I wanted to say something, anything to let her know she was freaking me out, but I couldn't come up with a way to tell her to cut it out. Instead I just held the uncomfortable silence.

We finally arrived and I climbed out quickly, turning to see her eyes still on me even as she disentangled herself from the seat belt and levered out the door. She was stunning in that light summer dress but I forced my eyes from her luscious curves and looked up the street to the loud house that was our destination. Light poured from the windows, accompanied by low thumping rap music that made me want to leave again.

"Come on studly," she smiled as she put her arm through mine and started us off toward the party house. I couldn't seem to get her to realize that I didn't want her on me like that and ended up just trailing along after her like a pet on a leash.

I felt a rising anxiety as we approached that house. Often in times when I have to deal with tumultuous emotions I get a bit jittery, my body amping up like I was preparing for a fight. I was experiencing that now as we got ever closer to something that I felt would start a serious change in my life. Call me psychic, but I just did not want to go in there.

"Beth. Hey, you know what? I'm not really feeling up to the whole party thing." I blurted out pathetically as she pulled me along. She turned and smiled at me and I fought the urge to wrench from her grasp and run.

"Come on Jay! It won't be that bad, I promise."

"I'm way too old to be going to shit like this Beth." I wanted to say more but she laughed over me.

"Nah. I bet there are guys in there that are older." I scowled then, unable to hold it back. "Seriously, come on. It's just a party, you don't have to worry."

I took a deep breath to clear my thoughts and realized I was looking like an idiot arguing with a pretty blonde right outside a frat house. I figured I could either take off and leave her there, which would probably piss Kerry off, or go in and suffer through it for a while before she was ready to go. I grit my teeth and gave in, following her insistent tugs up the steps and into the house.

The deep bass of the rap music overwhelmed me as we made our way through the door, so loud the other components of what I guess was supposed to be a song were completely drowned out. Someone had to work out the kinks with the stereo system. I let the frown spread across my face as Beth darted away from me to greet first one and then several more of her friends. I ignored her and headed to the first open seat I saw, a couch off to the side that was surprisingly empty.

"Hey, where you goin'?" Beth shouted to me as I went past her, struggling to be heard over the horrendous noise that the drones around me were writhing to. I just gestured over to the empty couch and kept going.

I sat down and figured this would be my Alamo for the rest of the night while I waited for Beth to finish schmoozing and getting drunk. I sat back, about to relax, when I saw the worst possible sight I could imagine. Alright, so it wasn't that bad, but at the moment it nearly stopped my heart.

Through the crowd, across the room, I could see my sister sitting across her boyfriend's lap. Her long legs were thrown over his side and hanging over the armrest of the heavy chair they sat in with her perfect ass grinding into his crotch. She had her arms around his neck and was leaning in to kiss him deep and passionate. He was holding her around the midsection, with his hand entirely too close to her flawless breasts for my liking. His other hand was on her thigh, reaching up toward her ass and filling my head with violent thoughts.

Dave. That guy. I hated him. Oh how I hated him! Sure, I'd told her she could keep him around if she wanted to, but she was supposed to know that meant to dump him as soon as possible. Unfair, maybe, but still I just couldn't stand knowing he was doing this shit with her. Of course I knew they did heavy petting like that, they had to if he was going to even think about sticking around. But knowing and seeing are two very different things and the vast gulf between knowledge and witness had just been jumped far too quickly for my liking. I found myself gripping the armrest to my left as the urge to dash over there and separate them fought with my common sense.

"Disgusting isn't it?" I heard a familiar female voice rise over the incessant cacophony to pluck at my conscious mind. I stared a bit longer and then forced my eyes to take in Beth as she sidled up next to me on the couch.

She was holding a red plastic cup that had to have beer in it close to her chest as if trying to draw my eye to those large tits of hers. She pressed tight beside me, letting me feel the line of her body against my side from hip to shoulder. In that moment I was fed up with her, fed up with pretending I was fine with all of this. I wanted to push her away, to tell her to go find some other asshole to fuck because she was just making things hard on me. I was about to do just that when she went on heedlessly.

"That's why I needed you to come with me so bad. Every time I look at them it's like a chick flick in slow motion. 'Oh we're so in love!' Ugh!" She grumbled loudly into my ear. "Sometimes I just wish they'd get a room and let the rest of us have a little fun."

I held myself very still against her as she pressed tight to me. I was on the verge of violent action as her words cut me deep. Were they really in love? Was Kerry outgrowing me? Was Dave what she wanted, what she really needed? I wanted to rush over to them and demand answers but I couldn't. Fuck, how I wanted to just hit something!

"At least we can have a little fun while your little sister plans the wedding over there." She giggled into my ear and I felt my heart lurch into my throat. Wedding, what wedding?

"What?" I shot at her in a tone that was raw with rage. She didn't so much as flinch and I wondered if she'd managed to get drunk already.

"You know, they're like, so into each other. They might as well start planning now. I mean, everyone knows that's where it's going anyway." I fought to stay still as I thought about what this girl was telling me. In a desperate bid to not do something violently stupid I tore my eyes from her and looked across the room again.

Unfortunately, the scene hadn't changed much and that only made me feel even closer to loosing control. Kerry was squirming (squirming!) in Dave's lap as he touched her through the tight t-shirt she was wearing. He looked hesitant, clumsy as he felt her up. I didn't know if I wanted to break his arm for touching her or for touching her wrong.

"Come on, I can't look at that any longer." Beth breathed right into my ear. I grunted my assent as she pulled me to my feet and started to lead me through the house and away from the horrible sight.

We made our way through the press of idiots and ended up in the kitchen. She bent to refill her cup with beer at the keg on the table before pulling me towards a door in the hall. I just let her lead me as she drank deep and pushed on. We went through the door and down a set of rickety wooden stairs into the dank confines of an unfinished basement.

I looked around in surprise as my eyes adjusted to the gloom, so much darker than the over lit house above. It took a few blinks before I realized we were in a sort of game room, with pool tables and a couple of couches. The couches were filled with people, making out like any drunken college kid would be. The pool tables were mostly empty though so she pulled me over to them.

"Let's play a little pool," she said way too loud and everyone looked over at us. The pounding tempo of the music was almost faint down here, like a heartbeat in the back ground that you could ignore with no effort at all. Her words were still pitched to be heard over the volume of the upstairs and sounded harsh in the much quieter basement.

"I'm not really..."

"Come on! Every guy likes to play pool." She grinned at me and leaned back against the pool table with an obvious look of enticement on her face. I couldn't help but look her over appreciatively before grunting out an answer.

"I'm not every guy."

"I know." She whispered back so softly that people turned to look again, trying to hear what was so secret. She bit her lip a shook her head side to side like a little girl and I found myself grinning back at her. Shit!

"Well, I suck at pool so..."

"So I'll just havta teach ya!" She giggled as I shook my head at her.

"No, you'll just kick my ass." She laughed then, a full throated belly shake that had her head tossed back and her neck exposed. I was thinking about kissing her there, between the twin curtains of her flaxen hair as she let her eyes fall back to me. I stuffed down my reaction with the thought of what Kerry was doing upstairs.

"Alright, so rack the balls then," I gestured to the table absently as she smiled triumphantly and darted around the side to pull the balls from the pockets. Soon enough she had them all out and was configuring them in the triangle.

"You can break first." She said as she concentrated on arranging the balls to her liking.

"I was gonna say the same to you," I grunted in reply.

"Well too bad. I wanna see your stroke so I can tell if you're sharking me." She looked up from the table and smiled. I just sighed and grabbed one of the pool cues from the rack where they sat.

"Alright, whenever you're ready," she said as she pulled the triangle away. I just grunted again and bent to the task, shoving the stick forward against the cue ball where I'd placed it in the middle of the table before me.

"Not bad, but no finesse." She flounced over to me grinning as the balls clattered against each other but none fell. She gently took the cue from me and then turned to the table.

"I told you I suck."

"Well, just watch me. Maybe you'll learn something." The balls had hardly stopped moving when she bent over the edge of the table, draping her tits low enough to nearly touch the felt, and lined up what looked to be an easy shot.

She brought her cue back and forth several times before letting it slide forward smoothly, striking the ball with solid grace and sending it into the one ball. She sank the shot and I watched as the cue ball spun in place for a moment before rolling back toward her.

"Back spin huh?" I grunted and she smiled over her shoulder at me.

"It's called English," she said sweetly. "Don't worry about that though."

Beth stepped around the table without looking twice at where she could shoot next, just pushing between me and the table and bending over again. Her generous ass pushed into my hips and I stepped back, not willing to play along with her. She looked back at me with a twinkle in her eye and then just let rip with a hard shot that sent several balls bouncing around the table. Her eyes never left mine as the clattering sound from the table indicated no balls had been pocketed.

"Your turn," she grinned at me. I reached for the cue as she stood and turned a bit to hand it to me. "Try to use a little finesse this time."

"Sorry," I said back. "I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with that word."

"Somehow I doubt that," she giggled softly at me. I fought down a frown and was again thinking about Kerry with Dave. Rising anger heated my face so I walked around the table to figure out what my next shot should be and get away from her. She seemed content to just take a pull of beer from her cup.

"The twelve in the corner pocket." She suggested and I drew my eyes to where she was gesturing.

"I told you I suck. I don't think I'm gonna make that shot." I said as I took in the positioning of the balls. The twelve was deep in the pocket and protected on the other side by the three. I'd have to thread the needle and just tap the ball to sink it without scratching.

"I know, but I'll help you." She said as once again she sprang over to me.

"Why would you do that? I'm your opponent."

"Because you said you need help. Besides, we're just having fun."

"I never said I wanted help." I grunted back at her as she slid behind me. She was tall enough to line up with my body well as she reached around to guide my arms and encourage me to bend over the table.

"No, but I can tell you do anyway." I sighed in annoyance as she more or less forced herself on me, digging her large breasts into my back as she shifted her hands onto the pool cue and off my arms. She rubbed against me repeatedly, with no reason other than to stimulate me.




Touch Ch. 06



"Alright, this is gonna take a soft touch Jay." She whispered in my ear from inches away. I could smell the beer on her breath as she guided the cue back and forth. I just relaxed and let her. "Just aim straight at the twelve and push evenly through it."

I focused as best I could on the game on the table rather than the one she was playing with me. She guided the cue back and forth several more times, sighing so softly I could barely hear it as the stick slid through our hands. Irritated and aroused at the same time, I forced the cue forward through the ball despite the fact that she was pulling back on it at the same time. The resulting shot sent the ball rolling slowly toward its target.

"Very nice!" Beth whispered in my ear as we stayed bent over and watched the cue glide into the twelve. There was just enough force to keep the cue rolling a bit farther before it stopped while the twelve teetered and fell into the pocket.

"Mmm, that was good Jay." She breathed into my ear as her right hand left the cue and came around my belly to press me back into her. I grunted and stood to force her back from me.

"Beth..." I started, intending on gently letting her know I wasn't interested.

"Hold on," she muttered. "I need another beer."

I frowned at her back as she darted from the pool table and headed up the stairs to get more beer, red plastic cup in hand. I twisted my hands along the shaft of the pool cue nervously and tried not to think about what Kerry was doing right then. I refused to think about her lips pressed to Dave's, her tongue rubbing through his mouth to find his, her amazing body grinding hungrily against his lap. I nearly broke the cue in half as I realized my efforts to not think about all of that only resulted in the very opposite.

I was about to just walk out, Beth be damned, when the blonde came back down with a now full cup of beer. She sipped at it carefully as the drink sloshed over the edge of the cup while she stepped gingerly down the stairs. I watched her and could see her usually graceful movements starting to look a bit more strained. She was well on her way to being drunk and it was obvious.

"Alright," she said as she pulled a mouthful from the cup while approaching me slowly. "Did you shoot again?"

"Uh, yeah." I lied, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible. "I missed."

"Aw, too bad." She giggled as she placed her beer down on the edge of the other pool table. "Here."

I gave up the cue that I had nearly broken as she reached out for it a bit impatiently. She eyed the table briefly and then walked a bit unsteadily over to the edge to bend forward again. This time I kept away from her as she banged the cue solidly and sent a ball firmly into the side pocket. She smiled to herself and continued around the table to line up another shot.

Beth didn't miss another shot after that, her supposed lesson for me long forgotten. She drained her beer again as she finished her run, tapping the eight in softly. She stood and twisted her upper body like a little girl that was oh so pleased with herself, back and forth as she eyed me.

"So what do I win?" She asked me as she smiled sloppily at me. I wondered how many of those cups she'd drained without me seeing as her drunkenness was now blatant.

"I didn't realize we were playing for anything but fun."

"Oh, I'm a professional. I don't touch balls unless there's something in it for me." She giggled at her own clumsy double meaning and I frowned, though she didn't notice.

"Well I'm afraid I don't have anything to give you." I said, hoping she wasn't drunk enough to say something stupid back. It was a foolish hope.

"Oh, you've got something for me all right." She leered at me and I slowly drew a lungful of head clearing air.

"Alright Beth, I think maybe you've had enough to drink." Her bright eyed smile faltered as I said that.

"I didn't mean I wanted you to get me a beer Jay."

"I know but..."

"Why don't we go to your place?" She cut me off as she moved around the table, clearly intending on pressing up against me. I weaved away from her, disguising my movement as an attempt to pocket the rest of the balls on the table with my hands.

"I don't think that's a good idea Beth."

"Well my car is there so..."

"You can't drive like this." I grumbled back as the last of the balls was sunk. I turned and she was right up against me, her alcohol scented breath filling my nostrils. "Why don't I just bring you home?"

"I just moved back into the dorm," she slurred a bit as her finger came up from the cue she held between us to trace down my shirt. "My roommate isn't there yet so..."

"I'll just drop you off then," I cut her off before she could say something blatantly sexual. She pouted at me, an expression that was among her cutest. I was reminded of Kerry again and my jaw clenched to hold back another bout of anger.

"I don't wanna be dropped off Jay!" She whispered vehemently at me. "I wanna..."

"Alright, come on. Time to leave." Again I cut her off and she pouted more at me. I reached to grab her shoulders and turn her around but she slid away. I thought she was getting angry at my refusal to play along but she just tossed the cue on the other pool table and swiped her cup into her hands.

"I'm gonna get some more beer before we leave."

"I don't think..." I didn't bother finishing as she just walked away without acknowledging the fact that I'd spoken. After a moment I followed with little other option.

She led the way up the creaking wooden steps and into the kitchen. I watched her fill her cup from the keg and immediately start to drink deep from it. Before I could say anything she was off again, winding her way through the wildly gyrating crowd and drinking rapidly. I followed and watched as she chatted with her various friends as we continued slowly through the throng, not once stopping as she just threw out greetings and farewells.

It took me a while to realize that Beth was leading me straight to where I'd seen my sister with Dave. The thick mass of people around us made it hard to tell up from down, let alone figure out where exactly we were headed. When I saw the familiar corner of the couch I realized what she was up to. I wanted to stop her but suddenly the crowd parted and there they were.

"Hey guys!" Beth screamed over the ridiculous throbbing that permeated the room. Neither gave any acknowledgment that they'd heard as they continued to kiss deeply and paw at each other. My hands balled into fists at my sides as I fought to maintain control while some asshole fondled the woman I loved right in front of me.

"Hey! Kerry!" Beth stepped forward and yelled louder. "Kerry!"

The two finally pulled apart and Kerry looked up at her drunken friend. She gave a little start as she saw me standing back a bit, her eyes lingering on me with obvious fear. After an uncomfortably long moment, she replied with a shout that I couldn't hear.

"Yeah, we're gonna leave." Beth shouted back. "Jay's taking me home. See you guys later."

Again Kerry's eyes shot to me and I could see the hurt in them. She thought I was going to fuck her friend. I shook my head and waved my hands to indicate I had no such intentions and she let her eyes drop for a moment. When she looked up she seemed to have let her suspicions pass.

Kerry shouted something back at Beth and then smiled fakely. I frowned, annoyed that I couldn't hear her over the racket that passed for music. Beth laughed, though I could only tell by the way she threw back her head and shook her body.

"I will!" She yelled over the music. "See ya!"

Again Kerry looked questioningly at me but Beth was already turned around and pulling me through the crowd toward the door. I waved goodbye at my sister and she just watched as I left while Dave drew his hands over her thighs and seemed to be trying to get her attention again.

Suddenly we were outside and the music was much less painful. I looked around, surprised at how fast we had exited as I stumbled to keep up with Beth. She just kept pulling me along down the steps and away from the house. As soon as we were on the sidewalk she rounded on me and I could taste the beer on her breath as her tongue snaked into my mouth. Her body pressed hard into mine and I fought conflicting urges to push her away and pull her to me at the same time.

"Christ Beth!" I grunted when she pulled away. She just smiled and started to pull me down the road toward my car. I looked around for a moment and realized at some point she'd dropped her cup but I hadn't noticed.

"Beth! Hold on. Come on, stop already." I yanked back on her hand and she twirled around so fast she nearly fell. On instinct I lunged forward and grabbed her with both hands around her back as she giggled.

"I think..." she cut me off with another deep kiss and I pulled her to me before I could stop it. Our tongues battled and for a moment I was lost in it.

"Over here!" She blurted out in a breathy voice as she pulled from my embrace to drag me away from the sidewalk toward a large tree that sat in the front yard of another house. I followed, trying to figure out how to defuse the situation without turning it into a blow up.

"Beth stop! We can't..." She just refused to hear it as she kissed me hard and pulled me against her again. I pressed her to the tree and she moaned hungrily into my mouth.

"Ugh yeah!" She groaned as we slid apart and she fell to her knees. "I'm gonna suck you so good!"

"No. Stop Beth." I fought with her as she pawed at my belt and tried to get my slacks off while I repeatedly yanked her hands away from me. She got my zipper down twice and I pulled it up as soon as I could each time.

"We can't do this Beth. Listen to me!" I grabbed her chin and tilted her head up to look her in her glazed over blue eyes. "I can't do this. I won't."

"Why not!" She spit out at me in exasperation.

"Because I can't." Not the best answer, but I didn't want to just tell her I was in love with someone else even if she did already know.

"That's not a good reason Jay! I wanna..."

"I know what you want but I can't do it."

"Tell me why!" She insisted vehemently. I shook my head at her and she got more intense. "Tell me!"

"You know why!" I snapped at her and she pawed my dick through my pants again. She smiled at finding me hard and gripped me lightly through the thin material of the slacks.

"Pretend I don't. Pretend I'm just some girl who you just met and wants to suck you off." She muttered as she stroked me gently. I grabbed her hand and pulled it away but she just replaced it with the other. I went for that one and she replaced it again. We went back and forth like that while I struggled to come up with something to say.

"You're drunk. You need to go home." I grunted out and grabbed her arms to yank her to her feet. "You need to sleep it off."

"I don't..."

"Shut up Beth! Just shut the fuck up!" I was brimming with rage now, unable to hold it back any longer as she kept pressing it with me. After all I'd seen that night, the last thing I needed was this shit. I shook her hard before I could stop myself and a shocked look came over her face.

I dragged the girl back to the sidewalk and down the road to my car. She just stumbled after me, looking dazed as I kept a firm hold on her arm the whole way. I wanted to hurt her, to just unload all my rage in a fit of childish temper. But I wasn't a child. I couldn't just throw a tantrum because things weren't going the way I wanted.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my keys, hitting the button on the remote to unlock all the doors just as we reached the car. I pulled open the passenger side door and shoved Beth into the seat before slamming the door in her face. I raced around the back of the car and climbed in to start it up. Beth looked stunned, scared of my obvious anger as she just stared out the window. I drove off, trying hard not to say something brutally mean to her.

She guided me with soft mutters to her dorm and soon enough I was pulling up outside the building. She got out and closed the door as she stumbled toward the door to her dorm as I watched. I considered getting out and making sure she made it to her room but as soon as she was inside I was driving off.

I got home feeling like shit. I didn't like anything about how the night had gone, how I'd acted or what I'd seen. I wanted to stay up and wait for Kerry, but as soon as I was done with my shower I laid down and was out.

Swirling pleasure woke me and I blinked my eyes open to the harsh brightness of a new morning. I looked down to find my sister's bright brown eyes looking back up at me as she bobbed on my hard dick. She was beaming powerful waves of love and lust up at me and I couldn't help but get into the incredible pleasure she could inflict on me with her lips and tongue.

"I love you so much," I grunted down at her and she slid slowly off me. The smile on her face matched her eyes as she crawled up my body to press tight to me and kiss me deep. Her hard little nipples, exposed in her nudity, pressed indentations into my chest and I reveled in the feel of her so close to me.

"I'm sorry about last night," she whispered and I shook my head at her. I still felt like shit from seeing her like that, but I didn't want to put that on her too.

"It's alright. I know you guys do that." I whispered back as she nibbled softly at my neck.

She brought her face back over mine to look me in the eye as if judging my truthfulness before planting a soft kiss on my lips. We tangled in each other and let the outside world fall away for a while when her hair curtained around us. Her scent rolled over me and for a moment it was all I could do to keep from vomiting in her mouth. It seemed like my reaction to it was getting worse everyday, but I fought it down and soon enough it was gone.

I was so caught up in the taste of her, the feel of her body over mine and under my hands, that I didn't realize she was moving around until I felt her sopping sex pressed against my cock. She grunted into my mouth and pressed herself down over me to take me in. I groaned so hard it shredded my throat as once again I was surprised by just how good she felt around me. Her heat seared the knowledge that this was as good as life could ever get into my brain as she started to ride me slowly.

My hands traveled over that silken skin and made their way to her hips to help guide her movements. She grunted again as she felt me take subtle control and started to move harder on me. The kiss finally broke and she rose up on me so I could see the expanse of her flawless body as she bounced steadily. The sight was almost worth the loss of the feel of her against me as I watched those amazing little breasts move hypnotically on her chest.

"Jesus Kerry!" I sighed as I felt my orgasm rising too fast within me. "Hold on a sec. I need to slow down so..."

"No," she said without so much as slowing her efforts to get me off within her. I knew better than to argue and just relaxed back to enjoy the view as she sought my pleasure greedily.

Her hands reached out from her sides to grip my pecs like they were breasts as she leaned forward and started to fuck me hard. She squeezed her hands around the muscle on my chest and looked me straight in the eye, letting me see her love glowing within them.

"Cum in me Jay!" She whispered urgently as my body started to lurch up to meet her insistent thrusts. I held back and tried to reach for her clit but she darted her hand back from my chest to grab mine and put it back on her hip. "Please Jay, I need it."

"I want you to cum too," I grunted out as I focused on fighting off the nearly explosive pleasure that was balling tight in my lower belly.

"I know," she replied without further explanation. I understood what she meant, just as she knew I would. With a cry I gave in, pulling her tight against me to feel the end of her as my balls tightened and my prostate clutched hard.

I blasted into her, my eyes rolling in my head as pleasure beyond description thundered through me. I shook hard with it, unable to control myself as I lunged up trying to get impossibly closer to her as I poured everything I had into her womb. I saw her eyes, bright with happiness as she got what she always seemed to want. For a miniscule eternity I was happy with her, happy to have given her what she wanted.

"Oh God Jay, I love it when you do that!" She breathed out heavily as I sagged down beneath her. I shrank within her and as usual she held me tight until I slipped out. I panted hard for a few moments as she slid off me to lie beside me.

"Whew! That was one of the best wake up calls I've ever had." I said sarcastically and she giggled against me. I loved the feel of her humor against me and pulled her tight as my arms wrapped her up.

"Just one of the best?" She asked in mock offense as her lips traced over mine. I grinned at her and licked her lips.

"I seem to recall waking up in a very similar way several times in the past." I whispered to her as her tongue met mine to wet my lips as well.

"Well whoever the bitch was that did that to you had better stay away from me, because I'm jealous." She said softly as we nipped at each other a bit.

"I'm not sure that's possible Kerry."

"Why not?" She pouted and I was reminded of Beth from the night before. There was no comparison. Kerry could teach a class on cuteness that Beth would fail hopelessly.

"Because the bitch is you." She giggled at that and then kissed me gently.

"I'm sorry. I never meant to be a bitch."

"Well I wouldn't worry about it," I grinned at her. "That was your word, not mine."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yup."

"Well then maybe I do want to be a bitch," I frowned at her as she smiled at me. "Your bitch."

"You're crazy!" I laughed out and she squirmed against me and laughed too. We held each other as the mirth died and we were left with just warmth and love. I reached down to tweak her nipple lightly, intending to get her going again. She slid from me with a sigh of resignation and sat up on the edge of the bed.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I sat up behind her and stroked my hands down her spine slowly. She shivered at my touch and turned to look at me.

"I feel like shit after last night." She muttered and then stood as my hands fell away from her. "I never wanted you to see me like that. I know how much it must have hurt you."

"I know Kerry." I said back, wondering if I should tell her about my difficulties with Beth. "It's ok. I understand why you have to do it."

"I..." she sounded so scared that I slid from the bed to take her in my arms as she moved to the dresser. "I almost sucked him off last night."

I held her as she shook, near tears. I kissed her cheek lightly as she shivered in my arms and whispered little non-words to ease her pain. I didn't care that she'd come close to cheating, I knew she hadn't and that was all that mattered.

"It's alright. I know how much pressure you're under."

"I...I'm so confused." She looked back at me and I reached up to stroke her cheek. "I wanted to Jay. Like with you, I wanted it."

I reacted before I could think about it, pulling away from her in shock at her words. Had she been lying to me all along about her 'condition'? Was she just playing me? If so, why was she telling me this now?

"Kerry..."

"I'm so sorry Jay." Tears slid down her cheeks. "I don't know why. I don't know how. I wish we could just be together without all this other shit!"

I sat heavily on the bed, unable to comfort her as my mind whirled with paranoid thoughts. I fought against them, telling myself this was the girl who couldn't lie to save her life. I could trust her, I had to trust her. Why would she tell me something like this? She had to be trying to be honest, unable to do anything else. Didn't that mean I could trust her?




Touch Ch. 06



She turned her back on me as I still sat silently, pulling open one of her drawers to dig through it for something to wear. I watched in stunned silence as she pulled on a pair of panties and a bra before donning her dance outfit, a tight fitting leotard that only seemed to make her sexier than ever. She bent her head down, still facing away from me, and pressed her hand tight against her belly with her fingers over her sex as if trying to hold my offering within her.

"I'm sorry..."

"Stop it. Don't apologize. It's alright Kerry." I finally managed to speak but feared it was too late. "I'm glad you were honest with me."

She turned to me as her hands wiped her tears from her cheeks. Slowly she made her way over to me and sat on my lap, straddling my hips to put her face very close to mine. She looked deep in my eyes, searching for something in me. Her hands came up and she cupped my cheeks to pull me to her so we could kiss. It was so soft, so loving and gentle that I felt the paranoia and fear slip away.

"I love you Jay. So much it's killing me." She whispered against my lips before pulling back and standing in front of me. I reached to pull her to me but she stepped back. "I have to go. I have a class."

I grunted in displeasure at that. She wasn't talking about a college class. She had started to work as a dance instructor at a local dance studio to help support us during the summer. It didn't pay very well, since she didn't really have many qualifications, but the owner was a nice lady who was willing to let her work despite that.

"I'm not done with you," I insisted as I stood to reach for her again. She slid gracefully away from me and shook her head.

"I'm gonna be late Jay."

"I don't care," I growled as I chased her around the end of the bed.

"I do." She whispered as she put her hand on my chest to hold me off as I encircled her with my arms. "We need the money."

"I don't care about money."

"I know. I'm sorry, but I have to go." I let her pull from my arms and watched as she went back to the dresser to pull out a pair of socks and bend over to slip them on.

"Aren't you still unsatisfied? I mean..."

"Yeah, but I can wait." She replied before I could elaborate unnecessarily. "I dance better when I'm horny anyway."

"Really? I don't recall you mentioning that." I said as she smiled softly over her shoulder at me while a stared into her amazing ass, feeling my arousal starting to spark again within me. I smiled back and she stood from her bent over position to move past me to the door.

"I'll be back in an hour or so." She said as she brushed against me and pushed her lips to mine in a quick lover's peck. "I think it's gonna be a long hour though." She emphasized her words by once again pressing her hand against her sex and lower belly, reminding me of what she'd gotten out of me.

"I know it will be," I grinned at her and she swept from the room after another light peck. I waited until she had closed the apartment door behind her before I went to the dresser to get dressed as well.

I ate a quick breakfast of cereal and brushed my teeth before plopping down on the recliner to stare at the TV as it blared background noise at me. I was lost in thought, trying to figure out what to do about Beth and Dave and everything when suddenly the door banged open and Kerry came storming in. I looked up in surprise as she stalked toward me, looking furious.

Before I could say anything she was on me, her right hand flying out to slap me hard across the face. I stared in shock at her as she hit me again, crying out in fury as hot tears burned down her cheeks. I didn't reach up to stop her or even to soothe my rapidly reddening cheek as she drew back and slapped me hard a third time.

"How could you?" She screamed in my face and slapped me again. "How could you FUCK HER?"

I just sat there and let her slap me over and over again, too stunned to do anything else. I thought she was going to keep going when she just sagged down and collapsed on the couch, falling into a fit of powerful sobs that broke my heart. I got up to move to her but she slid down the couch to get away from me as I reached to comfort her.

"Kerry, I didn't..." I started but she screamed at me before I could finish.

"Don't lie to me Jay! Don't fucking lie!" I thought she might be about to hit me again but instead she reared up to look hatefully at me. I'd never seen such emotion in her, such intense anger and hurt that it seemed like a life long hatred finally let out. I was silenced by it, and I felt the loss of what we could have been.

"She told me what happened! She told me you fucked her!" She shrieked so loud it hurt my ears and I wondered if the neighbors would call the cops. "She told me...everything."

"I'm not lying. I didn't..." This time she did slap me, stunning me into silence as that look of hate returned.

"Why would she lie Jay? Why would she tell me you were the best she's ever had if it wasn't true?" She hissed at me as her eyes bored into me with such emotion I had to look away or risk returning that anger to her.

"I don't know. She must..." Again she rang my bell with a furious slap. I was unable to recover my wits before she shot from the couch and ran from me, tears shining on her face and sobs wracking her body.

"Kerry!" I called after her before jumping from the couch to chase her down the hall. She dashed into the room that was supposed to be hers, slamming the door in my face as I was just a second behind her. "Kerry let me in! Please Kerry, you have to trust me! I didn't do it, I swear I didn't!"

"Fuck you Jay!" She screamed through the door, sounding hysterical with anger and hurt.

"Please Kerry, listen to me! Please." I begged and got no response but the sound of her misery muffled through the door. "She kissed me but I told her no. I made her stop. I swear Kerry, that's all that happened. I swear!"

"Go away!" I sagged against the door and pleaded with her to believe me, to let me in and talk to me. The words became meaningless as she refused to respond and I just kept saying them.

I spent the whole day there outside her door pleading with her. She never said a word to me and eventually I was feeling surprisingly tired. I glanced at my watch and was shocked to find it was after midnight. I'd been silent for a while now, hoping to catch her as she made her way out of the room to eat or use the bathroom. With a heavy heart and a sore face I climbed to my feet and staggered my way into the room we'd shared.

I lay there staring at the ceiling wondering how I could ever fix this. She believed Beth and refused to consider that I might be telling the truth. She didn't trust me, just as I couldn't seem to trust her. How could we be in love and not trust each other? I felt tears finally force their way from my eyes as I realized the inevitable. We couldn't be in love. We never could be. This was all a mistake, a particularly bad one. It was over.

I fought against that conclusion, telling myself I could fix it. I could convince Beth to do the right thing and tell Kerry the truth. I had to, that was the only way. Otherwise Kerry would just continue to ignore my best attempts to convince her that I hadn't been unfaithful. She just wouldn't believe me. It could be done, I could recover from this.

I ground my teeth and tried to ignore the voice in the back of my head that was telling me it was hopeless. I held tight to the idea that Beth could be convinced, but the more I thought about it the less likely it seemed. She was up to something, or maybe just pissed off that I'd rejected her.

Regardless, there wasn't any reason for her to tell Kerry we'd fucked and yet she'd done so anyway. I couldn't see her being willing to retract her lie since she clearly had her own reasons for telling it in the first place. Besides, even if somehow I got her to there was no guarantee that Kerry would accept it. I was fucked, that was the bottom line.

'It's over,' I realized again. 'It's over and there's not a fucking thing I can do about it.'

I admit I gave up then. There didn't seem to be any way out and I couldn't stand to keep bashing my head against the wall when it wouldn't do any good. Kerry was done with me, no matter what I did or what I said. It was over.

I swiped the tears from my cheeks and started to form a plan. I knew what I had to do. I knew there was no other option. So I lay there and stared at the ceiling thinking out exactly what to do. When I was fairly certain that I had everything covered I got up and started to pack a few changes of clothes in my back pack.

When I was done packing I brought the bag out to the kitchen and put it on the table while I dug through the desk. After a few long minutes I found my sister's checkbook, buried beneath scraps of paper and batteries in a side drawer. I ripped off a check and put the book back, stuffing the check in the front pocket of the bag where I'd already put my check book.

I made the rounds of the apartment, checking to make sure I had everything I would need. When I was certain I had my keys and everything else, I grabbed the bag and threw it up on my shoulder on my way to the door. I pulled the door open and stood in the threshold looking back at the place I'd shared with my sister. This was for the best, I had to do it.

I left.

*

That was years ago and of course we've all moved on since. At least, everyone else has. I'm not so sure I ever will. Not a day goes by that I don't think about Kerry, about what I did and how I could have done it better. I regret so much, but I can't seem to decide if it would have been better not to start the whole thing with her in the first place. I long for her, but I know I have to stay away.

When I left I told myself that I was going to drive until I couldn't stand it any longer and that's what I did. I'd like to say I never looked back, but the truth is it's a miracle I didn't crash because I spent more time looking in the rear view mirror than at the road in front of me. I stopped only to eat and use the bathroom, heading west without any sort of goal in mind.

At some point along the way I drew out a few thousand dollars from my account, shifting the rest to Kerry's and then closing it out. I tore up the check I'd taken from her and burned it before moving on. I hoped it would be enough for her to keep going to school while she waited for Brian to come around and agree to help her. Eventually I had to stop. I couldn't drive anymore and was a true danger on the road.

I settled in a tiny town in the vast expanse of the Mid-West. I started off just living in a hotel but eventually got a job and a place of my own. What little money I had I managed to stretch just long enough to survive on. At some point I found a woman that seemed like she'd be bearable for a while and married her. That's what people do right?

I had a couple kids and settled into my drone life, empty with the knowledge that I'd fucked up the only hope I'd ever had of living a meaningful life. I hate my life, but I know I deserve it, though that knowledge does nothing to comfort me. I suppose I don't deserve the comfort of it either.

As it turns out, my wife is pretty unbearable. She's so concerned about the stupid little things that barely register with me. Of course, she thinks I should be concerned about them too. She doesn't know me and doesn't care to find out, content to do her best to make me miserable. I put up with it because the alternative isn't worth it.

Kerry is doing alright I suppose. I keep tabs on her, checking in without her knowing it and occasionally using a private investigator to dig a bit deeper. She got married too, not to Dave but to a guy who at first seemed at least decent. That soon changed when he started cheating on her so rampantly I didn't need the private eye to tell me about it. At first I wanted to kill him for disrespecting my sister so blatantly, but then I realized she probably knew about it too. If that was the case then maybe she was hiding in plain sight just as I was.

One good thing going for Kerry is her daughter, a girl she adopted with the asshole before he started cheating on her. She seems to have thrown herself into being a mother, a job she always seemed ready for even when she was with me. When I see them together it reminds me of what I missed out on. She has such an obviously close relationship with her daughter that it warms my heart to see them together.

My own kids hardly know I exist. We revolve around each other, meeting at specified times in the day but not really interacting. I sometimes wonder how I would handle it if they developed the sort of relationship I had briefly with Kerry, but it seems a remote possibility at best.

I often wonder if she went back on her promise to never ask for forgiveness for what we did. I hope she has, even if it is all just bullshit. Maybe it would help her deal with what happened, hell maybe it would actually save her soul. I don't know, I just hope for the best for her.

So here I sit, typing away with my family of sheep just on the other side of the wall none the wiser. They don't even know that I write, let alone what I write about. I prefer it that way though, so it doesn't bother me to hide who I am from the people I'm supposed to be close to.

I'm sure you're wondering why you've put up with me all this time for such an unsatisfying ending. After all, you have put up with my longwinded diatribe about the best time of my life and the subsequent misery I got out of it. Why then did I bother to tell it when it isn't exactly uplifting? Well, there's only one reason I've even bothered to start on this. I need to say something I never got the chance to, not the last time when it counted most.

I love you Kerry...