80 comments/ 498116 views/ 213 favorites In Sara By: youbadboy David is about to graduate from high school and almost 19. Sara is in college living at home and is almost 21. This is the second part of the story and I would advise reading the first - In Sara's Pants - to get your hand in so to speak. Enjoy --------- "What CAN we do?" Sara sat fidgeting with her robe, lifting the hem from her knees and letting it drop. "We shouldn't be doing anything." "I know that. But, I think, we are way past ..." She closed her eyes, "Obviously, touching." We were back in negotiations. A new bout of guilt and concern and fear, and an attempt at sanity was flooding Sara right now. I was wanting more, and my pressure was causing problems. She didn't 'Trust' me, as she put it. For my part, I was aware why. "Where?" "Just about anywhere." She closed her eyes. "Just about?" "Anywhere," she conceded. I added, "and we can see each other naked?" "Considering I let you touch me anywhere, yeah." We were talking quietly and kept looking out the door of the kitchen not wanting anyone to overhear. She came up with the idea of us needing some 'ground rules' because while she wanted to actually put a stop everything, she did not trust herself or me to be able to. She wanted us to at least try, and to somehow contain it if we couldn't. I continued, "We can kiss?" She nodded. "Uh, how about like blow jobs?" "If you need release." She was twisting her hair. I paused a moment, looking at her. Drinking her in. How did this happen? She had become so desirable to me, her almond eyes cast down, the deep V of her robe between her breasts, soft hair falling around her shoulders. I ached for her. I could literally feel her soft skin on my own, the glow of her cheeks made me crazy. What was this? It was devolving into a compulsion, which we were now trying to contain by rules. Could this be something we wanted and enjoy rather than something we can't stop? But we shouldn't want this. It WAS crazy. I paused, trying to catch her eye, but she wouldn't look at me. I asked, "what do you WANT?" She didn't look up, tugging her robe tight. She had nothing on underneath. I knew that. I had already groped her at the sink, and felt her melt as I kissed down the back of her neck as my hands wandered inside the front of her robe. She let out a long breath, "I guess I just want to know what the lines are, to feel some limits right now. Ok? Something to hang on to when we 'need' it, if I have to have it. And when it does happen to keep inside some routine." Routine?? "Routine! Is that what this is?" "I don't mean it in a bad way. I want to KNOW, yes." "What we have is, I think it's incredible. Amazing." She met my eyes as I said that. A glimmer. I had said something she wanted to hear. "Yes, but I want it all the time. And I shouldn't. So, what is that but - Crazy, that's what it is. Everything I want I shouldn't." She stood up, and paced away from the table letting her robe fall back from her shoulders and slide to the floor, standing in the middle of the kitchen naked, without pretense before padding over to the coffee. "What are you doing?" "Being crazy." She looked over at the door, "I feel like being naked, and with you I can. Our RULES are that you can see me naked. Right?" "What if?" "Mom took Billy to a morning game. We got all morning." She had been getting more reckless lately, as if she wanted to get caught. But I loved how natural she looked just then. "Mom could come home early." Sara shrugged, "Maybe we should get our own apartment David, live together," leaning herself away from me and spreading her legs wide apart giving me a perfect view of her cunt. "You know. Like brother and sister," wagging her ass back and forth. I hit her ass with my open hand. She jumped, "Ow. I'm serious," turning to me and giving a perfect view of her little bush. She began tickling her fingers through the hairs of her puss cooing, "If you did, I'd let you fuck me." Her nakedness and her indiscreet offer made me instantly hard. "And that is off the table right now?" "Fucking?" She took a bite of bread, letting her free hand slide across her breasts and down her tummy not answering my question. "Don't you want a little of this?" plunging her fingers through her bush again. "Isn't that what this is all about?" I watched as she touched herself. "You think I'm beautiful?" "More than you know." "You like my little kitty? Mmmm," she began fingering herself, "does my kitty like David?" She was rubbing two fingers between her legs. "I'm wet." I was reaching out to her, "Come here!" I couldn't stand it anymore. She turned her back to me, "You Love me?" I paused a beat, and she glanced back, an unmistakable flair of anger. "It's hard. Complicated." "Bet it is. See, so we have a rou-tine, and NO fucking." "You're angry." She sat down in the chair next to me, defeated, "Not with you." "With what then?" "Gee, I don't know. How about, I wasn't expecting to have to move back home and have my little brothers hands all in my pants. Or my own raging hormones." She turned her chair to me and began tugging my cock out of my boxers, "making me crazy. Or how every time I get a little horny, or hungry, or want a little," she began fondling me. "This little one eyed monster." She was waving her finger "Bad!" at my cock, before covering it again with my boxers and sidling right onto my lap still completely naked, wrapping her legs wide around my thighs and pressing her breasts to my bare chest while holding her arms around my neck. "You have no idea what you've done, do you? I'll be wondering the rest of my life, no matter who I am with or where I am, what will happen when YOU show up." And with each word she bumped her puss against my hard cock, "What ...will ... happen ... then? Can you tell me ... Huh?" It made me so crazy to feel her sliding against me like that. I pulled her to me as I said, "So stop." "That's the problem. It takes both of us. And you don't want me to. Do you?" As we talked, I was matching her movement on me as I said, "Fuck me then, right now. Give it to me. I want to feel you, not have to take it, sneak it out of you." Our sexes steadily sliding together, her head bobbing up and down as I slid her against me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, "I won't be made to feel like I've done something wrong." She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "You want it right now, don't do?" as she so deliciously ground her bare pussy down on my cock, "Sara!" I moaned, "Oh, God." I could feel my cock digging into her slit, sliding along, could feel the head of my cock catch right at her vagina as she sat on me. As she pressed down I breathed, "Fuck me!" "No." "Why?" "Because I can't have you. So, you can't HAVE me, and what we been talking about? David, we really need to stop." "I can't stand this." She kept this perfect rhythm on my cock. "You're on the pill." "Yeah, so?" "You can't get pregnant." "It's not about that." "Sara, let me INSIDE you. I want to cum in you, be inside you, feel you. Be naked with you. Fuck me. Fuck me, let me inside." She closed her eyes and sat silent rocking herself on me. I was running my hands all over her body, and as my hands reached down her hips she lifted herself lightly letting my fingers press in between her legs, find the slit of her puss and finger fuck her. She began lifting herself up and down on my hand, her mouth rubbing on my shoulder kissing me there. I pushed her back from me and took her nipple in my mouth. Sara let her head fall back as I sucked on her, sucking as she rode my fingers pressed up inside her. She was moaning against me. We began to kiss, falling together, her hair covering my face as we kissed with open mouths, touching our tongues, her body rocking up and down as we kissed. "Feels good doesn't it?" "Lets go to your room." "If, I let you, I would want to be with you, forever David. And I can't. We never can." She was leaning herself to me, pressing her mouth to mine as she spoke, and then kissing me so desperately it surprised me. I pulled her down hard and began dry humping her bare puss through my boxers digging my cock head into her through the fabric. "David, if we Do It, I'll fall in love with you, really, I will, I already am. This might be a game for you, it's not for me. We have to stop." "It's not a game." She was riding me hard. "You're little fuck toy. Oh, god," she jumped as the tip of my cock slipped from the opening in my boxers so that the head of my bare cock slid along her slit. Skin to skin. The feeling electric, immediate. Jesus god, it felt so good. Her breath was catching in her throat, she could feel me. "That what I am? What happens if we 'break up' if you can call it that." I felt my bare cock slide back between her legs, her whole body responding, "Oh, god." Her whole body melting. "Jesus. You'd still be here all the time. How do I ever get away from you?" "Sara," I held her to me. I was trying to pull her down, slide her forward, dig my cock into her. I could feel the head of my cock press to her opening, the pressure of her vagina opening around the head of my cock. But each time I pushed she would slide her body back away as I strained to be inside, to feel her close around me. I so wanted to feel her, to be inside. She kept riding me, "What's happening? I have never felt so attracted. How can I be so attracted?" She was panting, speaking between breaths, holding her mouth open. "To want it all the time." She let the head of my cock pop into her vagina, I could feel the pressure of her hole squeezing around my cock. This unbelievable feeling of her opening around me, it's pressure. Exquisite. I wanted to thrust inside, press her down hard, I could feel myself sliding inside. Deeper. I wanted to feel her, all the way in, pump into her. I wanted to fill her with my cum, feel my cock in her belly. Feel her juices on me. I was inside. We were fucking again. She was lifting herself up, and sliding back down on me, and then rising up so that I'd slip outside of her again. "It's not normal, oh my god," lowering herself down, but letting my cock slide along her slit again. Her words were ragged gasps. In frustration, I was begging, "I don't. It's, let me." I continued pleading, tugging her down, feeling my cock slip inside again, deeper, the rise and fall of her body as she began to ride my cock, deeper. "Maybe if you let me inside you it would, you know, calm us down a little. The craziness would let go of us a little, we could." She stiffened, looked at me wide eyed and slid back away from me, pushing against my chest. I was slipped out of her again. Fuck! "So you would fuck me to get over me, what a guy thing to say!" "I didn't mean." "Jesus David. A notch in your belt?" My hands were still between her legs, I was rubbing on her clit, my cock sticking straight up between us. I could see her cunt gaping open. I breathed, "Just Fuck me. We could go to your room right now, I'd lay you on your bed, turn out the lights. Lay down on you. Sara, open your legs, wide, let me fuck you. Oh god, Sara, let go, let me. Fuck me. I want to fill you with my cum." I was thrusting my fingers into her, she was riding me again and I was moving her back over my cock, letting it slip along her slit again, and mashing her clit in my hand. I wanted to make her crazy, I wanted to make her want it. She was trembling against my hand, her stomach contracting, she was starting to cum, her body was jerking forward against me, her mouth open, panting, breathing so hard letting her hips slide back and forth along my cock. Faster. She breathed, "God, I want you inside me. In my cunt. ohhh." "Come on." "Oh fuck!" She lowered herself down and my cock squeezed up inside her, all the way up inside. She sat down on me, letting me pull her down hard, grinding her clit right at the base of my cock. Back and forth we ground our sexes together. "It wants it so bad. But. No. We can't David, we can't." Her whole body was trembling and she began spasming against me. "You making me cum. Oh, no. David. Don't cum in me." When, she began pushing her hands against my chest, sliding back away from me. I was so close, as I slipped out again. Fuck! She was holding her hand across her stomach, standing up on unsteady legs, her pussy swollen, red, her cheeks mottled. Eyes unfocused. My cock shiny with her cum, I wanted to fill her, lay her back, fuck her until I came in her. She was standing naked right in front of me, my hands reaching out, taking her hands. "Fuck. David. Wow! I don't know. THIS is why we began this conversation. It's just that everything leads to this one point, and then it stops." "Because you stop it!" She took her robe and wrapped around herself. "Sara." "David. You're my brother. Our bodies don't know who we are with, they just know they get to this one point and no further, it makes me crazy. Fuck! Fuck! It's crazy to want you inside me, we can do everything else. I want to let go. Honest. David, I do. But we can't. We just can't!" "You can't leave me like this." A glimmer in her unfocused eyes. She stood naked in front of me, her breathing calmed. She closed her eyes standing up close by me, "Go ahead, feel me." I began to run my hands over her body the way I always do. Soft long strokes over her skin, letting my hands slide through her pussy, down her thighs, up between her legs, squeezing her breasts, stroking up her bare back, around the front up her abdomen, holding her throat in my hand. Petting her like a cat, feeling her press her whole body to my hand wherever it moved on her. "Your hands, I love your hands. Touch me, like this. Isn't this enough?" I continued to stroke her beautiful beautiful body, up her legs, over her ass, sliding my finger through her slit teasing her clit, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples. "THIS we can do, forever." "At least make me cum." She leaned down between my legs and pressed her mouth over the tip of my cock, pumping on me with her mouth, kneeling down on her knees. I watched her mouth open around the head of my cock." She looked up at me, "We said blowjobs are ok right?" I took her by the hair and pushed her down on me, thrust myself into her mouth until I was cumming, watching her cheeks fill with my cum. I wanted to cum inside of her, but the release. So delicious. "Ah, yes, cumming." She held my cock with her hands and pumped on me faster, a dribble of cum running down her chin. She let go, "there. Happy." I said nothing. She stepped away and pulled the robe back over her shoulders, tied the sash tight around herself and left. Unresolved. ------------ Our encounters were leaving me in a permanent state of arousal, and Sara was right. It was true that I kept wanting more no matter how much I got. It always felt like not enough. In response Sara was feeling more and more guilty and nervous when she gave in, the recklessness of it all. Sara had said it perfectly. 'Every time we are together we get to the same point, and stop. Our bodies don't know we are brother and sister.' But that line between us was always moving. This week Sara was being excessively strong. She was always busy, distant, absent, out of reach and resisting my every overture. It was driving me crazy, but I had 'promised' as she kept reminding. However, by the end of the next week I could sense her resistance weakening. Sara too was noticeably horny. I could see it in her eyes. It's like going without eating, becoming the only thing you can think about. At one point she had mentioned that if I was getting too out of control she would understand. Sara was letting me massage her leg at the dinner table without so much as giving me a look, when for weeks I could not touch her. Today she had even slid her leg over to the side to give me access without prompting. It is hard to describe how our skin and bodies would react to the other after extended periods apart. I could literally feel the hunger rising between us, that tension pulling taut. To see her cheeks flush when our eyes met; and I especially loved the way Sara moved when she was aroused, the sway of her hips, the soft glow of her skin, the smoke in her eyes. We gradually became like animals, it's so very hard to describe. I was laying in my bed at night masturbating two, three times a night, my only release. It was the only thing that allowed me to be 'patient.' I had also come to realize that the longer we waited, the hungrier Sara became and the more she could not control herself, or follow the 'rules' as we had laid them out, when we finally gave in. That line she had drawn would get utterly lost at times, but her resistance to making love remained fixed, unalterable. By the end of two weeks I was so utterly frustrated it hurt, I literally ached for her. I needed a Sara fix, I was agitated, almost angry. Like a hungry animal, with the food laying in plain view. I finally reached that point where I could not take it anymore. ---------------- Sara loves to read. She reads while laying on her stomach on her bed in her room, and the best times we had together was while I was helping her 'study.' It was the most privacy we had in the whole house, and I had even rigged up a way to lock the door. This evening, I went looking for Sara. She was as I expected in her room reading. I was beyond hungry and not interested in following the rules. I was ready to take what I wanted this time. I walked in and closed the door. Click. She did not look back at me, she just called out, "What?" "Nothing. Mom took Billy to the store. We got an hour. What you doing?" She lay there and kept reading, not answering or even turning to look at me. I walked over to the bed and sat down so as to make the mattress shake a little, looking at her the whole time. No response. I must say, every time I am at this moment, sitting by her side, silent, knowing I am about to touch her body, run my hands over her skin. I feel such a surge of adrenaline, my hands are always trembling as I reach out to her. I lay my hand at the small of her back, and began drawing circles on her. "Mmmm. Feels nice. Be good," was all she said. She was wearing a pair of high cut shorts and yellow half top. She was barefoot, her feet crossed at the ankle. This time, as I slid my hands along the outside line of her thighs up over her hips, I grasped her shorts and panties and immediately began to slide them down her legs. In one motion they were to the bottom of her ass. She jumped, surprised by how suddenly I was stripping her. She wiggled her bare ass at me, "Leave them on." I continued pulling them lower as she lifted her hips for me. "Aw come on." I slid them down her legs and off. So she lay bottomless as I sat back down at her side looking up the curve of her hips, narrow waist, bare ass, her pink pussy peeking out from between her legs. God, she had the best ass. "You have the best ass." She waggled her ass at me a little in response. I lay my hand at the small of her back and began rubbing her there once again, in larger and larger circles rubbing my hand down over her ass cheeks, and just as suddenly as I had taken her bottoms off began pressing my fingers down between her legs, opening her cunny right up. At my touch, she opened her legs wider cooing out as she did, "I'm reading here!" "Don't mind me." "It's kind of hard to concentrate. Just touch me, nice." wagging her ass at me again. In answer I let go and stood up to slide my shorts and boxers off so that I was bottomless as well. To this activity she finally did glance back, and while not moving from her position I know she was aware that my hard cock was sticking straight out. In Sara I wanted a little something extra today. When I sat back down on the bed, it was to lay on top of her. My legs spread on each side of her calves, and leaning over her I began to softly lick my way up along her lower back. Lovely long slow laps with my tongue. "I think you need a little bath." "Mmmmmm. You think I'm dirty?" She loved this newest of indiscretions. I licked up the middle of her back right to her halter, opening her halter at the back, letting it spring to her sides, and then licking lower and lower until I was bathing her ass cheeks with soft licks. Sara arched her ass up higher as I licked at her there, so that she was gradually raising up on her knees while still reading, keeping her elbows down on the bed. In that position she looked like a crouching cat totally exposing her pussy to me. I lapped my way down her ass, licking along the inside of her thighs, and letting my tongue graze the edges of her cunny. I loved the feel of her short pussy hairs on my tongue. Sara had very little hair between her legs, and she liked to shave her bush at the front. Her pussy hair was darker than on her head, closer to the color of her eyebrows, light thin hairs between her legs. I loved licking her like this, nuzzling my nose in between her legs and licking at her until my tongue was drawing a nice line right up the center of her puss. I was digging the tip of my tongue into the loose flesh of her swollen inner lips, opening her up and with her pink slit spread wide I got my first taste of cream. Oh god I loved her taste! I began pushing my tongue into her vagina, probing her cunt with my tongue and as I did that Sara let out a guttural growl, "Oh David," while tipping her ass higher, opening her legs wide. "You're being so bad." "It's been awhile," letting my breath out between her legs as I spoke, blowing on her wet cunt. I continued licking my way around her thighs and ass, between her legs, through her puss as she read, I could feel her breathing change. Sara, for her part, was trying not to respond to anything I did, but the undulation of her hips in response to my licks, her ass rising and falling in a fucking motion against my tongue betrayed her. I was getting so aroused the tip of my cock was literally turning blue. I was in agony, leaking wet cum streaks on her. I began licking my way up the small of her back again, sliding higher up along her body, letting my cock bump along the inside of her thighs higher and higher toward her little cunt, until the head of my cock lay right at the top of her thighs. Also, as I rose up her body I pressed her down into the mattress, and being a little rough about it I physically took her legs and pulled them back so that she dropped down flat on the bed beneath me. When I laid her down like that, she slid her legs tighter together. "David, I told you. Just touch me!" I felt her jump when the tip of my cock touched her bare pussy, as I pressed my chest down on her back. She was trying to turn, move away but I was stopping her. When she realized she was pinned I nuzzled into her hair and breathed, "I'm going to fuck you now." At those words she began pushing herself up from the bed as hard as she could, as I quickly took her arms and pulled them back to her sides, causing her to drop back down. She continued struggling a little as I met her resistance with just enough force to keep her in place. Pinned. "David! Stop it. Stop it. Let me up!" Insistent, but keeping her voice low. I held her to the bed, my cock pressing up between her legs. God I loved the way her cunt opened from behind. I breathed, "I'm not doing anything. Keep reading," which considering I was pressing her cheek into the pages of the book, she was in no position to read. I began sliding my cock down into the folds of her cunt, rising and falling on her, feeling her pussy open up lubricating my shaft and as I slid my cock on her the unmistakable feel of her ass rising to meet me. So hungry. The delicious feel of our sexes sliding together. She struggled again, rocking herself back and forth on the bed, "David! I don't want to." She was stuck, trapped on her bed. I felt her trying to close her legs tighter, but that just made everything feel so much more incredible. I loved how tight she felt when she squeezed her thighs around my cock. I said it again, "Let me fuck you." And at that she relaxed, lay still. We lay silent awhile as our sexes slid together, my hard cock pressing along her slit, her thighs squeezing tight on my cock. "You promised." In answer I let my cock slide up higher, and positioning myself began pressing at the opening of her vagina, sinking the head of my cock just inside and holding myself there a beat before letting it slip out and down along her slit again. "I did." She was moaning out, pressing her ass against me. "Oh, god, David. Oh, you have to. Oh," she was moaning, sliding against me. "Stop." She was panting at my touch. The feel of my cock on her, was making her crazy. I knew she wanted this. I kept sliding on her, touching her vagina with the head of my cock, doing that over and over again, wanting to arouse her. I kept letting the tip of my cock slide around, tease her. She was immobile, waiting for me, waiting for me to fill her. To fuck her. I could feel her body yield, or at any rate accepting that I had her pinned. As I held my cock at her vagina, I let the head of my cock slip inside, feeling her vagina open around me. "Oh, oh, you're so bad," she moaned. "David. I told you, No. Oh, god, pull out." "You feel so good." I pressed myself further in, another inch inside and held it there. I could feel her body quivering beneath me, rocking her hips back and forth, squeezing me. The rough walls pressing me so softly, opening right up, taking me in, before I began raising myself up and slipping out of her again. The feel of her hips rising as I left her, and lowering myself back inside, letting the head of my cock pop back in, and out again. Over and over, driving her crazy. I could feel the rhythm of her body matching mine, her hips rising and falling to meet me, taking me in, holding herself open for me, squeezing me, letting go. I kept teasing, taking my time. I wanted her to get so aroused, to want it. Making her hungry. Making her want me, unable to stop. I whispered, "Want me to fuck you?" "No," she whimpered as I pressed into her. "Oh, fuck, David. Fuck. Get Off. Get off!" She was rocking her hips as she lay flat on the bed, holding her thighs tight around my cock, raising herself to meet my thrusts. "Ok." And as I said that I lifted myself up while dropping my hips down slow so that my whole length slid deep inside, relishing the feel our bodies sliding together. Becoming One. I felt her involuntarily open her legs as I penetrated her, gasping as I held myself inside. I could feel the breath go out of her as I sunk in. All the way in. She lifted one knee out, giving me total access. I pushed up inside to the hilt, pressing her into the mattress with my cock. I breathed, "I'm getting off," and began lifting myself up, sliding out slowly, so slowly leaving her body, until my cock head was right at her open quivering cunt shining with pussy juice. Her whole body waiting, as I pressed back inside, her low moan meeting my thrust as I filled her again. Over and over. I began kissing her neck as I filled her, my voice right at ear, "Want me to stop? I'll Stop right now, go to my room," as I held myself deep inside, and drawing myself out, real slow. "Or I can stay," as I plunged back into her deep, "and keep fucking you." I pulled out, my cock touching her open hole, as I lifted my chest and let go of her. She was trembling beneath me. She was free. Her choice. She lay there, her ass lifting from the mattress just touching, holding to the tip of my cock. Her body couldn't stop moving, vibrating, undulating against me, touching me, she was so hungry. Her hands lay out to the side. She was free to crawl away, but she did not move, just held herself there beneath me. I reached down with one hand and began squeezing her breasts. Anywhere I touched her was electric now, I could feel her body pressing back to me. When, unmistakably, I felt her ass lifting from the bed, pressing me inside. I could feel my cock slide all the way up inside as she lifted herself up and back from the bed. She was on her knees again. She breathed out, "Oh, God!" "You want me?" She nodded, and I pressed her back down into the bed, her whole body pushing back against me. "You want me to fuck you, say it" She held herself to me. No answer. "Soft or Hard?" "Oh, any way, but you can't cum in me," was all she could manage. She was crouching again as I held her hips and bucked into her, long strokes. "Tell me you want me to fuck you." "David! You, we shouldn't." "Say it." "Oh, I, want, you, in me. Don't cum in me. Just fuck me." I curled my hand down around her hip and began digging my fingers into her clit as we fucked. She wanted it, I could feel her as she was holding herself for me, steadying herself, pressing her arms up against the headboard to hold herself for me as I drove into her, pounded her. Her whole body bobbed up and down with each thrust. We were fucking faster and faster on the bed. Gradually she fell back down onto the mattress with her arms out, hair spread out over her pillow. I continued to finger her clit and fuck her. She was trembling and bucking back against me, until her whimpers, "god, I'm cumming," I could feel her whole puss contracting, feel her shaking as she whimpered. "Yes. Ohh, oh cumming!" She was jerking and spasming on the bed, gripping the covers and pulling at them, burying herself into the mattress. I could feel myself ready to cum, "Sara, I'm cumming!" "Don't cum in me. Oh, god. David, no. Not!" I let go and pulled out of her, let my cum spray up her bare back as she lay spread before me, shooting long ribbons of cum across her back. Pulse after pulse. It sprayed up into her hair in lines that ran down her back and over her ass. I sprayed her until I was spent and let myself roll down beside her on the bed. Our bodies relaxing, she lay motionless next to me. I rolled toward her and wrapped my arms around her. "You shit," she turned to, while reaching to touch her back. "God I'm mess. Get me a towel." I got up and threw one to her. She sat herself up, pulling at her hair, "It's in my hair!" I lay on my back, both of us bottomless. My cock bobbing on my thigh. I pulled her back down to me so we lay hip to hip, my cock nestling into the hair of her puss. Her halter was stretched to the side exposing her breast. We were spent, sweaty, exhausted. She had this grin on her face. I asked, "What?" "You still haven't fucked me!" "What are you talking about?" I pushed her face down on the bed. "You have cum all over you. This is the THIRD time." She scooped some cum, licked at it. "You wish," looking up at me with a wicked grin, "I didn't GIVE it to you did I? You got to take it and it Doesn't count." "Good enough for me." "Is it? Mmmmm. You wish," she rolled back on top of me, bumping my flaccid penis with the mound of her puss. "What?" Sara snuggled her arms around my neck and pulled her whole body to me, lifting her leg up over my thigh and nuzzling her mouth to my ear whispering, "Just imagine if I gave it to you. GAVE you my body. Whatever you wanted." She was rubbing the hairs of her pussy over my abdomen, squiring her whole body on me, our skin sliding together. "Me, laying on my back, my legs wide open, saying 'come here baby, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me please.' All the time in the world. In my bed, all night. No? And you'd get to lay on me, slow and sweet. Me on my back, my arms all around you. My legs wide open!" Her voice was all breath, it was wild. She continued, "I'd be telling you what I want, how I like it. 'Mmmm, yeah like that.' 'Keep doing that, mmmm, yeah, higher. Give it to me.' 'Mmmm, yeah, faster.'" She was moving herself as if we were fucking. "I'd be all open letting you in, rolling on top of you. Sitting on your hard dick, riding you, letting you play with my tits. Telling you how good it is. No? Let you sleep with me all night long, all curled together in a warm bed." She let go and rolled off me onto her back, stretching her arms over her head. "No?" She was right. ------------- Next morning Sara was downstairs, in her robe. Our little chats. I was kind of worried she would be mad at me, but as I stepped into the kitchen she simply looked back at me and smiled, "Hi." Her long breathy hi. She looked happy, freshly fucked. To see us after an encounter. All the tension melted away. "You sleep good?" "I'm a little sore." She pressed on her abdomen. "But yeah." An obvious reference. I got a cup of coffee and sat down, deciding not to molest her the way I had. I felt calmer this morning. Release, it did wonders. She had almost been waiting for my hands to roam on her, as she stood over by the sink a bit longer than necessary before taking her cup and sitting across from me. I asked, "What are you doing tonight?" "Actually, I'm, Um, busy." "You are not. I want to take you out - on a date." "A date!" "You been saying I should, uh, be more romantic." "That's sweet. But, Mike is taking me out. Sorry." "What! You aren't going out with him?" "No." She took a long sip, as if she were thinking about it. "Not really. But we figured that since we weren't dating, and neither of us HAD anyone, we should go out and help each other, hook up with someone. I said I might." "So you haven't actually made plans?" "We have. Stop it. I'm going to be busy, he SAID he'd call." "Have dinner, with me." A whine in my voice. "When?" "Tonight." "I can't. I told you. Besides, considering, our situation. I decided that I got to find some other way to, you know." "No. What do you mean?" "To, get what I need." I obviously gave her a shocked look. She continued, "We already talked about this, it goes round and round. You don't listen. You don't take me serious. I said we got to stop it, and last night!" "Hey, that was you!" I reached my hand out and slipped it into her robe, tickled my fingers up her thigh. She hit my hand, "Stop it." I continued to pull her robe open, as she let me. I pulled it nice and wide so that her breasts came into view. She shook herself from me, "Let go!" I let go but she left her robe hanging open for me. I was reaching for her again, insinuating my fingers between her legs as we talked. She was opening her legs now as I softly petted the front of her bush, pulling her robe to the sides of her thighs until I could see her sex pressing down into the chair. I took a little different tack. "Then, maybe I'll go out with Marnie tonight, while you are with Mikey. WE can hook up." My talking about Marnie angered her. She moved to get up, "I have to go," and began walking out of the kitchen. I called out, "Jealous. Turn arounds fair play." Sara paused at the door, "You know if you would just listen to me. Trust me, it would." She halted, trying to find the words. "Be better, nicer," there was pain in her voice, "You know. If you weren't such a ..." She went to leave. "What?" And looking back at me, "Brute." "I do listen." She let out a "HUH," and came to the middle of the room with her robe open. "You're a fucking brute!" "Sara. Why? What. Just tell me, why we can't have sex." "Um, Your my bro-ther." She sat back down leaning close to me, almost touching her nose to mine. "This is pretty much the definition of a dead end relationship." I looked away, leaned away from her in my chair, pouting. I think she liked the effect she had on me just then. That I could be hurt. "Oh, come on. Don't be sad," and she sat herself back up, and in a cheerier consoling voice added, "After all. I AM addicted to you." "Addicted?" What the hell? "What?" "Yeah. Like crack cocaine. You know. It's bad for me, but hey, I can't stop. I can't say I want it," and she tugged her robe close. "Anymore than an addict wants heroin. Nothings changed." Dead end. Addicted. The day after probably the best sex of my life. It didn't count, it could be better. She's addicted. She wants to stop. She's going out with Mike to find other guys. Fuck. I was feeling a rising jealousy. The same one that time I had actually seen her with Mike, kissing him. I had a moment of thinking. Her eyes on me, probing me with her eyes, she was reaching her hands down over my lap and began feeling for my soft cock, flopping it around. I started when her hand wrapped itself around the base of my cock. "You shouldn't be wanting this either," she said looking down at my stiffening cock. And reading my mind she added, "and TAKING it from me does NOT count." I remained silent. She asked, "Does it?" I didn't answer. Confused. She continued to play with me, my cock was sticking straight up and I was feeling aroused, thinking sit on me. "David, what you thinking?" Her demeanor shifted as she let go of me and went over, poured another cup of coffee. I wanted to say sit in my lap, but instead I said, "So what can we do? Seriously, what can I do." She held her cup, her robe had fallen open again, her breasts and bush were swaying in and out of view. "Move in with me, we could live together." "What? How does that change anything? Our dead end relationship." I spit the last phrase out. "Inside OUR four walls. OUR secret, we can be some place. If we lived together. God, we could be naked all day long!" She paused, thinking about it, adding, "You could sleep with me." "I can't. I haven't graduated yet." "It's less than two months. We can plan. Come on." "So. Until then, I can only TAKE it from you?" I grabbed at her, a mock molestation. "It's what you pretty much have been doing anyway," she teased. "But it doesn't count?" She leaned to my ear again, "Mmmm. I want to ride you nice and long too you know. I want to be naked with you all day, tell you just how I like it and what I want. Curl in your arms under nice sheets in the dark all night." She leaned in close and let the breath linger in my ear, "All night." "But tonight, your going out with Mike to pick up guys." She leaned back, self satisfied, "Pretty much." She was punishing me. I was still so confused. Going out with Mike? Finding other lovers. I couldn't imagine it. Then this. Should I call Marnie? Hook up? Do it. Follow up on my threat. This whole conversation had taken so many turns. "So, you can stay away from me?" "Well not like that," she slid closer. "It's what you said." "Yeah. But I need more," she was finding the words, "Control. We can't be doing this." I had gone too far and I knew it, last night was too far. I didn't know what to say. But she didn't seem mad when I came in here, but she was going to get even. Get what she wanted. Was she going to be fucking fucking Mike? No way. I was confused. I ventured on with, "But it was your choice." "I don't get any choices any more cause I'm not choosing, and I can't trust you. You know how I get, how we get. You take advantage of me. You do! And I haven't had anywhere to get - release. You just don't know how I can get. Well, you do. It leaves me totally vulnerable. Living together is an option, a possible answer. But until..." "You liked it?" "David! Sweetie. It is NOT about that! Hello!! We can not be having sex. It IS a choice, we are brother and sister." "You let me." "I let you," her face was utterly serious. "It is not the same thing, as choosing. You are fucking Crack. You can still touch me, I can't imagine not, no way. I agreed. You agreed. You promised. But you!! It's not enough, never. Is it? And you sit and wait, wait me out. You get me to these points on purpose, and my body cannot stop. So I have to find another way, I can't rely on you. You can't even wait two months!! You won't even agree to my idea?" In Sara "What if I did, tried harder?" "Yeah. When has that happened? I don't believe you." "I mean, Sara, I do want you. And I do try to not. But it can only go so long, you know. I mean, we went longer than two weeks! You were totally avoiding me, and, I couldn't honestly stand it. I do go crazy, but it's for you. That is truth." She smiled at that. We were sitting there holding hands, letting our fingers play together. There was a pause, Sara was thinking. I had nothing more to say, just our hands rubbing together, our fingers twining together. Sara was staring at our hands as she said very slowly, "So? What if, what if we could, let each other know when we needed release. So it doesn't get to that point? Maybe. Would THAT help?" My heart lifted, "I could be better." "Keep your promise?" She sipped her coffee with a smile on her lips, "Ok. We can try it." "How do we do this? How would we let each other know?" She tipped her head down over the table and looked at my crotch, which was pressing a hard line in my boxers, "Don't think it will be difficult." "And you??" She touched her nose. "That's my signal." She got up to leave, "But I am still seeing Michael tonight." -------------------- I saw Sara sitting on the sofa watching TV. The moment she saw me, saw the way I looked at her, she knew. I went over and sat by her and quietly nudged, "Sara?" She met my eyes with this perfectly smooth mouth, no emotion. All she said was, "Ok." She stood up and silently slipped her shoes off, "Meet me in five minutes," and padded up the stairs. I sat and watched the TV some more not seeing anything at all, my heart pounding in my chest. I waited five minutes before going off to find Sara in her room. When I opened the door, there she was, sitting at her desk before the mirror combing her hair out over her shoulders, completely naked. I was mesmerized. She had really surprised me. I loved seeing her like that doing ordinary things, combing her hair or reading, folding clothes, putting things away. She loved to be naked, to have me watch her. She didn't turn, "You've been really good." "I tried." "It's hard." I laughed and pressed down on my crotch. "So hard it hurts." She smiled and moved to the bed, settled in, crossing her legs so that her pussy gaped open before me. I sat down next to her. "So what do you want to do?" "I don't know." "Here. I got an idea," and slid to the edge of the mattress, made me stand and began tugging my shorts and boxers down. My cock poked straight out at her as I kicked out of my bottoms. "Blowjob?" She just smiled looking up at me, hugging me to herself so that each breast squeezed into my hips on each side of my cock as she kissed my tummy. God she felt good, her warmth, soft skin. I loved her smell, perfume and powder. "Go get that lotion over there." I handed it to her and she leaned back as she squirted thin lines of lotion over her tits and rubbing it around. "You can help." "It looks like cum." "Hmmmm, kind of." I began massaging the oil over her tits and kept applying it until her breasts glistened with lotion, all slippery and wet. "It kind of turns me on when you cum on me, you know. Come here," as she pulled me close again and began squeezing her breasts around my cock so that it was held right in the middle. She breathed out, "Tittie fuck me and be sure to cum ON me." I began to slide myself against her, up between her breasts in a fucking motion holding her shoulders as I did. She was tipping her head down looking at me as my cock thrust up between her breasts. With each upward thrust she opened her mouth around head of my cock. I kept sliding against her, long slow thrusts. "This feels good." "Mmmmm, Yeah. Warm," speaking each word as my cock left her mouth. I continued to rub myself against her as she kept squeezing her breasts over my cock, moving on her faster and faster. She kept pressing her mouth down over the head of my cock each time and sucking on me. I was getting so aroused, "Oh god, this feels so good." "Mmmm, making me horny," as she began this wonderful string of words. "Yeah. That's it fuck me." The words 'fuck me' were my favorite to hear come out of her mouth. "Say it again. How you want to fuck me." "Oh god David, I want to fuck you. Hold my legs open for you. Feel you inside me." I was thrusting between her breasts, and began pressing her back onto the bed. "Here. Lay back." She looked up at me, "David?" "Don't worry, just lay back. Trust me." She did and as she slid up the bed I followed until I was straddling her chest so that my cock was still sliding between her breasts. It felt more like fucking to be laying on her like that. She was squeezing her breasts over my cock and still sucking me into her mouth on each thrust. Laying like that and sliding my cock up and down on her, the pressure, god it felt just like fucking her. I looked down at her and she met my eyes, "Like that?" "Oh yeah, let me fuck you." "I'm fucking you, fuck me." God I loved those words on her lips. It was making me crazy. She was cooing out these fantasies, "I could wear a little dress and let you do whatever you want to me." "Where?" "Anywhere you want. Sit on your lap in the restaurant and let your cock squeeze up inside my pussy." "I could just pull your panties to the side and fuck you." "Mmmm. Let me ride your cock." Her words were putting me over. "Let me take your panties off." "Mmm, yeah, walking around the house in a little dress without panties, let you fuck me any time you wanted, oh so good." "Oh, yeah Sara." "I'm holding my legs open for you, my cunt is so wet. You fucking me so hard." It was just too much. "I'm cumming." She let go and as I began to spray I lifted myself up so that I was on my knees over her spraying cum all over her breasts, up the side of her neck and all over her face. She was licking her lips, her head turning side to side, lifting her chin. Gobs of cum in hair. I kept spraying ribbons of cum on her. She lay on her back, curling her arms over her head as I held my cock, spraying these lines of cum all over. "Yeah, that's it. Oh, Cum on me. Cum on me, make me dirty." She was running her hands over the streaks of cum, rubbing it into her breasts, and bringing her fingers to her mouth eating my cum. I slid off, as she lay there. Too delicious for words. ---------------- Over time, our new agreement actually kicked Sara into a higher state of arousal even as it kept me better contained. We had gone from resisting each other, to basically being at each others beck and call. However, giving in to our lusts was in the end, feeding them. Sara began to enjoy teasing me when others were around, and it didn't matter who - in front of mom, brother Billy, her friends and mine. When everyone in the house was up and about, Sara derived endless pleasure by driving me absolutely crazy. She always had worn revealing clothes, but she seemed to be taking it to another level during her 'teasing' sessions. I'd be in the kitchen, preparing dinner, everyone was there and Sara would come in wearing these incredibly short worn pair of jeans and thin tee shirt. I could see the rose of her nipples through the fabric. She'd sit watching us a while, lifting a foot up on the chair and when mom wasn't looking she swung her knee out. No panties! Her shorts were cut so high there was just a half inch of fabric running between her legs. Her pussy opening and closing to me, this little line of fabric running up through the middle. She's sitting there swinging her knee out and in, exposing herself to me. I'd go instantly hard. Mom turns, as Sara sets her foot back on the floor, and says, "Nothing stopping you from helping," making it worse cause then she'd be up standing by me. Dinner was the continual touching, her hand sliding up my leg. I was sitting there looking at her shorts, knowing how easy it would be to rub her pussy. She was swinging her leg close and I lay my hand right at the top of her inner thigh. She let my hand set there as she ate, ignoring me touch but the moment I began to let my fingers slip in under the line of her shorts and onto her puss she would snap her legs shut. I so wanted to touch her. In response all she did was touch her nose, and whisper, "Wait." --------------------- I shortly followed after her, finding her putting away clothes from a basket in her room. "Just a Sec." I sat on her bed and waited, watching her. I would have sat there forever, done anything. We said nothing. She set held each items against her tummy and refolded, then padded over to put each item away. I loved watching her like that, and she loved to be watched. When she was finally done, she stood with her hands on her hips, legs apart before stretching languorously on the bed beside me. "I really need some touching, be luxurious," as she rolled onto her stomach. I slid up beside her, lay my hand right at the small of her back. She looked back at me as I began to stroke her soft skin, "Oh, feels so good!" I wondered about being honest. I could tell how horny she was, her whole body was tingling to my touch. Just say what I want, talk about it with her. I still wanted her so bad, more than ever, every bit of her. I so wanted her to surrender, give me everything. To surrender completely. All my senses were flying out the window. I still wanted to fuck her, wondering if I could ask her right now. Somehow, we felt closer than ever before in this single moment. It is hard to explain. The whole time I was rubbing my hand over her body, my thoughts were running through how I could tell her how I wanted her to let me, to say yes. Not even just then, but sometime. If there was some way. If I lay on her right now she wouldn't let me, but I could take it. She would not stop me. I could make her crazy again. But it upset her and at the same time I decided, I wasn't a brute. I was doing what she wanted. I realized that she had stopped saying her typical 'Behave' when I sat down by her now. I began stroking my hand over her back, soft and slow, and pressing down over her hips and ass. God I wanted her. This time, just to the point of overwhelming. She felt especially good tonight. I ran my hand up over her shoulders, along the line of her shoulder blades and began running my fingers through her hair, gave it a little tug, and back down low on her back, over her ass, her long legs. I said, "It's been awhile since we got out of control." "Hmmm. Hmmmm." "I'll be honest, I miss that too. I liked, pinning you to the bed or that time you sat in in my lap. Remember?" "It was nice." "You liked it?" She, not really responding to what I had said breathed out, "It always feels good. Just touch me." "You smell so good." "I put powder on." I breathed her in, powder and her wet sex. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath as I continued. Long luxurious strokes. Her skin was so warm and soft. "Turn around." She rolled over, as if in a dream she lay on her back, bringing her breasts and little bush into view, tipping one knee to the side. I brought my hand across her shoulders and down the center of her chest squeezing her breasts, rubbing them and pressing into her flesh. I gave her nipples a little pinch. "Mmm, sensitive." She tipped her head back as I stroked down her tummy, running my hand from hip to hip, and drawing a little circle around her navel. "You shaved." She opened her eyes, "yesterday. My landing strip." "I like it." It was in the shape of a little rectangular box above right over her pussy mound. I rubbed her thighs, focusing on the space just below her hips, and then across her abdomen letting my fingers graze the hairs of her trimmed little puss. I could feel her body beginning to move to my touch, pressing to where my hand held to her. I loved how she loved to be touched by me, how she loved my hands. It was like petting a cat that way she pressed herself to my touch. I broke the silence, "It shows we can go back to what we had before, it's been a long time since." I didn't finish. "Mostly." She opened one eye, "Look at us, now." "Once in a while might be ok?" I was pressing it. This little smile as she mouthed, "Bad once in a while." "I mean not now, but. You know, it's been awhile since I been inside you." I began stroking the inside of her thighs, running my hands up high between her legs, tugging her legs apart, feeling her yield, letting them slide open easily. She breathed out, "You have been good." Not 'No!' I thought. She continued to slide her legs wider and then brought one knee up high, opening her pussy right up for me. The loose inner lips were swelling out from her cunny, she was soaking wet and her pussy lips were pulling open over her vagina, cum creaming out. Revealing her shining pink slit. I lay my hand over her pussy mound and rocked my palm on her. She sighed and lifted her hips up, pressing her little cunny up into my hand. She was so horny, hungry, her body was on fire. I was pressing my fingers through her pussy hairs as I rocked my palm on her, cum streaks sliding along the palm of my hand as I pressed. I said, "Let me look at you." She had this wonderful smile, like she had thought about this. She brought her knees up high and let them drop to the side. "Be good." She added that, I wondered if she were thinking about me fucking her, wanting to hold back. I lay down between her legs and pulled her little pussy open, leaning close, the hood of her clit, and the nob of her clit, a lighter pink. The rich smell of her cunt, I breathed deep, drinking her in. The heat of her. The quivering soft flesh. The deep rose color of her vagina, shiny with cum. The short light hairs and loose flesh a deeper, almost brown. The little trimmed hairs at the top. I simply looked at her and breathed her cinnamon aroma. "You look good enough to eat." "So eat me." She was so relaxed, her breasts fallen to the side, as she lay her arms over her tummy, her eyes closed and this sweet smile. God she looked delicious. The light hairs of her pussy were these wonderful little wisps, and I loved their feel on my tongue. "God I am so hard," I breathed up over her tummy as I licked her. "Make me cum." I wondered, how would I not? I wanted her to want it. God I wanted to fuck her, but she was being so sweet and I loved the feeling of her. I raised my hands up over the front of her, squeezing her breasts as I lapped at her. I leaned in and lay my tongue right over her pussy. I could see cum running down her puss, could feel the cum spread over my tongue, the feel of the little hood of her clit. I licked a line right up through her center and she stretched and trembled as I did, taking in a deep breath. "Oh. Yes," She breathed. I wanted to crawl over her and fuck her right there. I continued to lap at her, stiffening my tongue and running it up through her slit. With my finger I began to press up inside her vagina, and rub her hole as I licked at her. My focus shifted gradually to drawing circles around her clit digging the tip of my tongue into the hood of her clit as I finger fucked her at the same time. Gradually she began rocking her hips to my movement and I continued to lick her, steadily, following the same rhythm. I watched her laying perfectly still, tipping her head back, feeling my every movement. What my tongue was doing to her right now, moving on her with this increasing intensity. I was watching her hand rise up as she began pressing down on her breasts, pinching her nipples, taking in deep breaths. She cooed out, "I'm so wet." I slid my shorts off as I continued to lick her, kicking them down my legs. I had nothing on underneath. She looked at me. I said, "Too uncomfortable," and I added, "I'm going to need some too." She closed her eyes. I continued, "You are so delicious," and I dug the tip of my tongue into her clit and licked over the nub faster and harder, her body began to squirm to my touch. I shoved two fingers into her and rubbed the walls of her vagina, running me fingers over the rough flesh digging my fingers into her as I licked and rubbed her cunny. I had her pussy juices all over my chin, my cock was aching as I ate her. It was all I could do not to crawl up the front of her body and kiss her as I pushed inside. She was moving her pussy over my mouth, turning her hips, guiding my tongue as I moved on her. Her hands went down and held the back of my head, pushing me against her cunt. I could feel the hunger rising in her, the intensity of her movement, how she pushed me against her, I licked at her harder and stroked her with my fingers. "So good." She breathed, "Ahhh, push your fingers in, farther. Yes! Just a little farther. Oh god, yeah. Finger fuck me. Like that." I loved the trill of her voice when she was aroused. She lifted her tummy higher, arching her back tipping her ass back. "Oh, make me cum. Yeah." I was thinking about stopping, making her crazy, but continued to lap at her, dig into her, her whole body was writhing on the bed. She was rocking herself and pushing me down between her legs, squeezing her thighs on me. She was grinding herself down, fast and hard, she was getting close. I could feel her pussy clench as I moved on her, could feel her legs trembling and her head tip back, as the length of her body stiffened, and she was spasming there on the bed, laid out. Cumming. I could see her whole body jerk forward, spasming beneath me. "Ah ah aha. Yes. I'm cumming." I held myself to her as she gave these deep moans, and as she lay there utterly spent, naked, disheveled on the bed. She did not move and I let go of her, slid myself up beside her, my cock sticking straight out, so hungry, dripping from its tip. I was in agony, I so needed to cum now. She looked so beautiful. Her cheeks all mottled, her eyes barely able to focus. "Fucking god, I never!" She leaned over me and kissed me, I opened my mouth and we let our tongues twirl together. She had cum, I had not. I had to cum. I was pushing down on the head of my cock, it ached. She looked down at me. "Oh David. What do you do to me?" She took my cock in her hand and I moaned, I could have cum right there. "You've been so good," and she rolled up on top of me and sat down over my cock, pressing her naked body along my whole length. I opened my eyes and looked up at her. It had been such a long time since we had lain like this. Her pussy was open and just sliding along my cock, my whole length, as it pressed into my abdomen. Skin to skin. "Lay still, let me move on you. Your turn." She was straddling her legs around me. I could feel her little bush tickle against my stomach, sitting on me and holding her hands on my chest, riding me. It felt so incredible to feel her pussy lips opening around the length of my cock. "Oh yeah. Do whatever you want to me." She was squirming on me, pressing her breasts into my chest, sliding herself up higher and letting my cock pop up between her legs. I could feel my cock rubbing in between her thighs. Oh god, I let out a deep moan. "You feel so good." She held her legs open, letting herself slide around on me, lifting herself higher and back down, an incredible delicious fucking motion while squeezing her thighs tight around my cock. What was she thinking? I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to me, held her to me, as she rode my body, letting me touch her there with my cock. It had been so long. She was rising and falling on me, then rising again, and bumping back down on me again. Agony. In Sara "You behave," I said. She smiled, "It's all behavior." I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was looking down between our legs and back at me. "It HAS been awhile," she was biting her lower lip. She was thinking about it too. I said nothing. In that moment I lifted my hips, and she held her legs wide positioning me right over her vagina. In one motion I felt myself pressing right inside, could feel her open right around me. She was sitting down and pressing and rising up so that she was sitting on me, closing. Feeling me in her. I looked down at her, my cock pressing up inside her body. I lifted my hips up and felt the bump of her pussy mound, her hairs at my groin. Just to feel myself buried in her. God, the look of her face when I was inside her. The head of my cock was pressing up into her belly, I was up inside her as she sat down on me. Looking into her face, her mouth held open, her eyes closed, feeling me with every nerve of her body. With eyes closed, she simply said, "I want to feel you in my pussy a little minute. Ok?" I breathed, "Mmmm, make me cum." I felt the head my cock begin sliding in her as she lifted herself up and sat back down. She lay flat on me as she lifted her hips up and lowered herself back down, as we lay there slowly fucking, she began to kiss me. No sound but our moans and sighs, kisses and the sounds of our sex sliding together. She kissed my shoulder. "You've been good." I turned and pressed my lips to hers, "You're being bad. You want this?" She nodded, not looking at me. There was no barrier. I began to arch my back and let my cock move out of her again. She did not move as she let me press back inside, my cock filling her. "Feels so good." I pressed into her hard, "yeah like that," she cooed. "Oh, I have wanted this." She breathed in my ear, "Fuck me. I need you. Tonight I need you. I won't be mad at you tomorrow. Oh god," her eyes glazed as I fucked into her. Each thrust met by her body lowering itself down on me. We moved together, slowly, she was holding herself above me letting me push into her, as she rose and fell on my cock. She pressed her hands to my chest and rose up so that she was sitting on me, my cock pressed up deep into her and we began moving so that her clit slid along the length of my cock, faster. Oh god, it would not take long for me to cum. I began squeezing her breasts as she rode me. She was arching her head back then, panting, stiffening. Moving on me hard, thrashing on my body, possessed. "Oh, yes. Yes." "Can I cum in you?" I said as I pulled her to me, rolling her to my and then rolling up on top of her. She stretched her arms up over and head as now I was laying over her, she was looking up at me. She lifted her knees up and held them wide. I loved the way she yielded now. "Do whatever you want to me." Her little puss open, I wanted to drive into her. She held my bare hips, digging her nails in. That drove me absolutely wild and I began pounding her. "Ah. Ah." She was whimpering. I kept going, I was not going to stop. "Oh, keep, yes, like, that." I kept pumping into her. "oh, so good." Holding to her. I lay my mouth at her ear. "I have you now, you want me to cum in you?" "Cum in me. Fill me." "You feel so good." "Deep. Fuck me. Like that, yes." "I'm inside you." "Yes." "Fucking your cunt." "Yes. Come on. Cum in me." I never wanted to end. She was scratching her nails up my back and I was ready to cum. I fucked her now with abandon, my whole length. To simply let go, I wanted to cum, pound into her. I felt it rising, cumming, loads of cum spraying into her. So wet, her legs wide. I was pulling her open, growling, "Oh my god. I'm cumming." My whole body shaking over her. My cock slid so deep into her, I held myself down, bucking into her, she was thrashing against as we were cumming. I sprayed so much cum into her. Cumming. We were cumming. She was pushing back against me. I lay down on her, slowing, lay on her quietly now. Spent. I let myself roll in beside her. She got up and went into the bathroom, I lay on the bed. She came back and crawled in next to me, reaching up and turned off her light and wrapped herself around me. "Stay with me tonight." We lay together in the dark, a dawning awareness of what we had done as we lay together in her bed, naked together, wrapped in each others arms. -------------------- I woke in a dark room having had one the most intense dreams in my life. My whole body pulsed, my heart pounding in my chest. I was sweating. It had seemed so real. I dreamed I had fucked Sara, she had let me. That was no dream. I looked out, it was so dark I could see nothing. In my dream Sara was sitting on top of me, I could feel my cock squeezing up inside of her. She was just sitting there for the longest time, holding herself still as every quiver of her cunt sent shivers up my spine. When for no reason at all she leaned forward, and let her long legs stretch out beside mine, and began kissing me and the feel of our tongues. It was so real. As we kissed, we were holding hands, letting our fingers play together, It was so nice laying there fucking and kissing and holding hands. She also began to rock her hips, sending shock waves of pleasure. Everything seemed so intense. She was lifting her ass back, drawing me out and and then lowering back down again letting our sexes bump together. Next thing I know we were both sitting in the living room and I was still inside her. She was smiling at me, facing me, her arms all wrapped around me. I was still deep inside. She was curling her legs around my hips, settling herself down on my lap, my cock sliding even deeper inside, we are moaning and holding each other. She was rocking on me, slow, soft movements, slippery and warm. I could feel her pussy tightening around your cock, squeezing and rocking on me. Everyone in the house is around, the room is full of people but they are ignoring us. "I really want you," she says. I ask, "You do?" and slide my hand over her ass, down between her legs and begin to run my fingers over where we're connected. "Feel this?" I say, and take her hand pulling it back to where we are connected. She reaches back, arching herself and giving me a perfect view of her tits. I let out a little whimper at the movement of her leaning back away from me, the feeling of my cock stretching inside her. My senses are so heightened. She looks in my eyes as our fingers are touching my cock pressed up inside of her and says, "Of course, I'm you," and it is as if our skin merges. We are holding hands and letting our finger tips slip around my cock as it slides in and out of her pussy, all slick and hot, that silky skin of her cunt wrapped tightly around my cock. I can feel us slide together and apart with my fingers, and her nails are digging into the length of my cock making it feel so fucking incredible. We just keep doing that. Me fucking her and she scratching my cock as I press inside. Feeling ourselves and rocking together, faster and faster. Sara starts to cry out while resting her forehead down on my shoulder. "I want you to start trying to fuck me again," she says, moaning into my ear even though we are in the process of fucking. I ask, "Why?" She answers with these soft, quiet little whimpers between quick breaths. I can feel us fucking with my fingers. Sara tightens up on me, tingles running through my body. I can feel it, that moment just before her orgasm. We are thrusting together so hard, so hard it feels as if we are tearing each other apart. I feel as if I am going to explode. I can't stand it and I say, "This is too much." She is crying, tears streaking her face. "I know I know. I told you." I grab her hips and pull her down harder, laying her onto her back, she is crying, I say, "I love you. I love you." And then it hits, this explosion of senses, everything goes utterly white and we are falling. Suddenly we are in mid air, clinging together and falling and the sun is shining all around us. We have wings, we are fucking in mid air and falling from the sky because we have stopped flying in order to fuck. We are falling, I can feel the air rushing by and we are going to hit the ground. "This is why we can't fuck," she says. I clench my teeth, get ready to die, the wind is whipping past us so fast I can't even see, the ground coming at us fast, and I let go. That is when I wake up, and it is pitch black. "Sara!" I call out, "Sara!" No answer. I lay there in the dark, dark as my dream, reaching my hand out and feel her bare hip and I curl myself to her. Hold on. Nothing, but silence. ---------------- I followed the collective advice and kept the two of them together. I still want them to move in together with Marnie. Any ideas? What else is there for David and Sara? Let me know. In Sara's Pants David is an 18 year old Senior in High School And Sara is a 20 year old Freshman in College It was the geography of the place that led to it all. That's my excuse anyway. My parents are divorced, and all of us live at home with my mom. My brother, my sister and me. We can't afford much and so I share a room with my brother, and the room isn't big so we have bunk beds. My sister gets her own room and so does mom. I work and saved money so I could buy one of those flat screen LED TVs which, because it was mine, I could keep in my room. We don't have central air, what we do have is old non working window air conditioners that can get the temperature in the house down about ten degrees from outside and it is HOT, sweaty and hot. So my little brother lays on the bottom bunk and I lay on the top bunk, we don't move around much lately, to watch TV and sometimes just to read. My sister likes to come in our room and watch TV too. She either lays on the bottom bunk with my little brother or the top bunk with me, and there is no regular pattern to it. Not like she is on the bottom bunk then the top every other time. It's random, so when she comes in who knows. I lay so my head is at the top of my bed, and when she gets up on the bunk with me, she lays with her head at the bottom of the bed, usually on the right side and just hangs her chin over the edge to watch. That is the geography. That is how it all started. ------------ My sister has long straight hair, sort of dishwater blond. She would be what you would call a late bloomer, but now she has a great figure. The change was so gradual that when it hit me it was like whoa. Today she would be described as cute, almost hot. She is a total tom boy, and looks a lot like the Daisy Mae cartoon character from L'il Abner, and she sure dresses that way! She is somewhat popular at school but none of us do much as far as activities. Oh, she is also tall and smart, and this makes her a little fearsome to boys in general, added to the fact she does not put up with much shit. Like I said, it was hot and the house was hot, so I was wearing shorts and no T shirt. My sister was wearing short shorts and a halter top which, while wearing that, she was definitely hot. She was up on my bed watching TV, a show I was not interested in so I was reading. As I lay there I would glance up, looking over her body and for some reason that is what I kept doing this time. I noticed her breathing. Her halter was up high across her back, and her short shorts where tucked up tight between her legs, so I could see the crack of her ass. The way she was laying was also giving me a perfect side view of the edge of her breasts, their curve, the way they were held in that little halter. I had never ever before just lay and looked at her like that before, other than noticing at some point that she was pretty cute and sometimes hot. She didn't look back at me, she was just watching the TV. At some point I decided to touch her. I don't know why, I have no idea where the thought even came from, and my heart started pounding hard in my chest the moment the idea came to me. My arms started to tingle as I lay my hand right on her leg. I just lay it there, almost like it were an accident, right at the thigh. I waited. Until she would shew me away, or I don't know what. Her skin was soft and warm, she did not even register my touch. I thought she would like brush my hand away, or look back at me, give me a frown. Or something. But there was just no reaction. I left my hand there a long time, and she let me. At some point I moved my hand, just a little, little wiggles of my fingers waiting for a reaction. But got none. It was weird, I was really expecting something, and was expecting to be stopped. Her long hair was this messy mane falling around her shoulders, her feet were crossed at the ankle and her back was shiny with sweat from the heat below where her halter crossed at the middle of her back down to her shorts. I stroked my hand along the length of her thigh, along the back of her leg, and took in the feel of her skin, the curve of her thighs and got used to the fact that she did not react at all. So I began to rub my hands on the inside of her thighs, short strokes there, but then longer from her knees to just before the fabric of her shorts, feeling myself getting incredibly aroused as I did that. I also rubbed her calves awhile and her feet, but then I would rub her thighs back up higher until without any reaction at all I lay the palm of my hand right over her butt, right over the fabric of her shorts. It was really thin fabric and I could feel her panties under the shorts. They were tight, that cheap kind of fabric, fuzzy and thin, like running pants fabric. They were loose around her thighs, but tight over her butt, and I began to rub her ass over the fabric and then back down onto her thighs. I kept rubbing her all over like that. Never once did she react, or look at me, or shoo me away. When suddenly, for no reason at all, she lifted herself up and swung off the bed and left the room. Was it because of me, what I did? Was she mad? Did she like it? That is how my little indiscretion was left that day. ------------- I have to say honestly that I was wracked with guilt. Touching Sara was something I could not stop thinking about, especially at night. And I had done it three times now! The same thing, the same way. Every time I saw her I could feel myself get warm, feel my ears turn red, but on her part there was absolutely no acknowledgment or indication that it had happened, or that she thought anything of it. I would lay in my bed at night holding my hand in the air, the one I stroked her body with, stretching my fingers up over my face, imagining how they had caressed her smooth skin, imagining the curves of her soft thighs, the bare skin, how I rubbed her ass beneath that thin fabric, and the exquisite feel of her as my hand dipped down between her thighs. I could just feel her bare skin, its warmth and moist resistance on these hot days. I lay in bed thinking about how Sara would come into the room, she would look up at me and down at my brother, standing there a moment deciding where to lay down. How my heart raced as she stood there - would she, this time, decide to crawl in with me? I cannot describe the feeling when she jumped up onto my bed and settled in beside me. The look of her legs, her ankles crossed up by my shoulder, and the feel of her thighs when I began rubbing her legs. As I lay there thinking about it all, I would tug my hard cock out and stroke myself as I would go over every detail, until hot spurts of cum would spray out of me and I would turn over and finally fall asleep. But I felt guilty and tried to stop, vowing to never let it happen again. I would lay on my bed looking at her body, as she lay watching TV. Sara laying down on her stomach with her chin over the edge of the bed, her bare legs extending up right beside me. I truly tried not to touch her; and once, one time I did not. But it was overwhelming, the urge. I had become an utter pervert, and I would chastise myself for thinking about my sister, of doing this to my sister. What had it been? Five, six times now. But, she never stopped me. She was complicit. I convinced myself the only reason I was doing this was because she would not stop me. No resistance to my touch at all, had she batted me away once, it would be over. One look. I'd never do it again. Her gaze on me at the breakfast table displayed not even a hint that I had touched her, run my fingers up her long legs the day before, or stroked her soft ass and squeezed her thighs up high between her legs, or slid my hands over her lower back, slippery with sweat. Nothing. I had a hard time talking when she was around now. Not like we sat around having deep conversations, but we did talk about stuff, normal stuff. The simplest utterances were a greater effort for me now. I was always wondering what she was thinking. I had this whole side dialog anytime we talked, anytime she even looked at me, some sign. Our birthdays were coming up, which was something we could talk about. We were one year apart, both Geminis. We celebrated them at the same time with the family, and then would have separate parties with our friends. We usually got something for each other. One morning she sat next to me on the swing on the front porch, intent on a conversation. Every time she sat beside me now I startled, half expecting her to talk about IT, or give me some sort of look. But she never did. She just sat down and said, "Hey. I have a question. I haven't decided what I'm going to get you for your birthday yet. You already got everything. Any ideas?" I shrugged, "No. Don't get me anything. I don't need anything." It was the guilt talking. I could have said, no not after what you are already 'giving' me. She continued, "Ok. Well, I haven't decided, but I got some ideas, of where I can look anyway. If you think of anything ..." "Better start looking then." She went to get up and then paused, "What about me?" "Huh. Oh. You'll see." She sat staring at me. I had no idea what to get her, this was getting uncomfortable. "A lot of fun you are. You're supposed to tease me a little, give me hints about it, make me guess, you know." "Well it's soft." Why did I just say that. My mind was drifting to her legs. "What?" "That's the hint." She bit, "What color is it then?" "Red," I said. Great, now I got to find something soft and red. "It's got to be clothes." "It could be socks." "Or Underwear." I went red, at such an intimate detail coming from her mouth. Sara looked at me again, a coy smile just then. "What?" "Nothing." She got up. I called after her, "Well it's not underwear." She looked back. Her eyes on me, made me nervous all over again. --------------- That evening she was still on the present thing. I was getting supper ready while mom had the night shift. Sara padded barefoot in the kitchen, tiny little shorts and a tube top. It was just us kids tonight. Sara watched me for a while, when she said, "Does something special happen between us on our birthday?" I just about spilled the milk when she said that. "Uh, Like what?" "I mean because our birthdays are so close. Some connection. Something personal." "What?" "I mean we almost share the same day, you know. Both Geminis, the sign of the twins. It's a sign like where there are two, there are two sides of us. A visible part, and a hidden part." "Never thought about it." "Tell me something." I looked up. "Tell me a secret," she smiled. Nothing, day after day of nothing, and now this. I have to stop doing what I am doing was all I could think of. It can't go on. I was blushing crimson and didn't know where to look. What is she hinting at? She ignored utterly how awkward I was just then. This game. This has to stop, I am going to be in big trouble. I could not stop thinking about it. "I don't have any secrets," I said it as I stared at the food I was frying. Sara pointed at herself, "I'm your secret. So, you do have a secret." Sara leaned in close by my ear. I could feel her shoulder brush against my arm, whispering, "How about this. You sometimes sneak out here by my door and peek in when the door is open. Once I saw you up by the staircase, hiding and watching, there, you could see right through my door." I just about melted, and had nothing to say. Lately, On nights when she did not come into my room, I would go check on what she was doing, stand back so she couldn't see me. She continued without stopping, "You think you're gonna catch me at something? I know when you do it. I can always tell. You have a certain way of walking down the stairs. You know, extra slow, so the squeaks on the steps are spaced out. I can hear it, I know it is you. Sometimes I even think you're listening to me when I'm talking on the telephone." It was all whispered and all said really fast, without any rancor or anger. Not accusing. "What are you talking about?" Sara shrugged. "I don't know. Just making conversation. Seeing if you had anything to tell me. Want to hear any of MY secrets David?" "No. Quit being weird." She smiled at me over her shoulder, "When is dinner ready?" "In five minutes." "K." ---------------- It was a number of days, at least a week, before Sara came to watch television after that evening conversation about secrets. I stopped peeking in her room. So she would no longer hear the slow squeak of my sneaking up on her. I had also solemnly resolved to stop touching her, no matter what. It was not right, not wrong exactly, but the feelings inside were definitely not normal or right for a brother to have. And that conversation that was burned in my brain, what if she said something to someone. What did she say already about it to her friends? What kind of a joke would I be then? Or pervert. Then one day, about a week later, Sara came in the room, my heart jumped into my throat. She looked down at my brother, and then up and me, stood there a moment before jumping in next to me on the top bunk and lay down beside me like she always does. Only this time, instead of shorts, she had on a blue jean skirt, also very short. She was barefoot as usual and was wearing a halter top as usual. No comment, no eye contact, normal like every other time. No big deal. I was not going to do anything. No. I held my book in my hand, held it in front of my face, could see it shaking as I read. My heart was pounding and I could feel myself grow immediately hard. I glanced up her long legs, the space of bare skin at the small of her back, the edge of her breasts, her tangled hair falling down her back, her legs crossed at the ankles. I felt like I could not breathe. Fuck she looked good. No. I started to watch TV, lay my book down. Could not read anyway. No. I was not going to. But she would let me. Wouldn't she? Her legs looked so white and soft, warm, and her ass in that tight short skirt. She did not move, just laying there watching the TV, chin over the edge of the bed and her one arm extending up over her head. I lay my hand at her calf. No reaction. No. I took my hand away, took my book up again. Read!! I put it down, not even able to see the letter, and lay my hand on her again. In my mind I was screaming STOP! I began drawing small circles on her, began stroking along her thighs, slipping my fingers down between her legs, her inner thighs, lightly stroking up the inside of her legs. Only this time she wasn't wearing any shorts. I was looking up her legs as I stroked her, the open space between her legs. God, I had to stop, but with each smooth stroke of her skin, the warmth of her body, so intoxicating. How she let me do this. I continued to stroke my hands softly over her legs, down her calves and up to the edge of her miniskirt, up to where her shorts would be, nothing there - so much more inviting. I could reach up into her open skirt if I wanted. I slid my hand a little more, further than I ever had. My hear was pounding in my chest. She slid the tiniest bit back, and I yanked my hand away. The skirt slipping higher at the movement so that I could just make out the bulge of her panties between her legs. Red. I could not take my eyes away, her little panty covered puss. They looked pretty much like the shorts she always wore, smaller, more like a bathing suit. But they weren't shorts, they were her panties. Red panties. I lay my hand on her again, and as she lay there I caressed her thighs. I began to rub higher, as she was watching TV. No one else was home except my brother on the bottom bunk. No one said anything. My hand drawing these long delicious strokes up her legs, letting my fingers caress her up the inside of her thighs with the front of my hand as high as I dared, before drawing my hand back down between her legs rubbing her with the back of my hand along the other leg as I did. Over and over I did this. One leg and then the other. Then, I lay my hand on her ass the way I always had. The fabric of the blue jean skirt was thicker, rougher, it did not have the same feel as when she wore those thin shorts. I looked up her legs at the open space between her legs. I rubbed my hand for a little while over her ass, over the heavy fabric of her skirt, and dropping back down onto her bare legs, her soft beautiful legs. I thought about touching her under her skirt. Oh, my god, that thought almost made me cum right there. Out of control. No. I was stroking her legs, reaching higher and higher, right to edge of her skirt, the littlest bit further, and back down again and then higher and on the next stroke up the inside of her thighs passing the edge of her skirt further further. My hand lay now ever so slightly beneath the skirt. I could feel the hem of her skirt on the back of my fingers, feel that her skin was warmer here, and I held my hand right there a very long time. She did not move, did not stop me at all. I could feel the curve of her bare ass with my fingers, and I rubbed a little higher until my fingers touched the silk red panties covering her ass, just the hem. The edge of her panties, up under her skirt. I lay my hand at the curve of her bare ass with the tips of my fingers touching her silk panties, and once more did not move my hand at all. I was just drinking her in, feeling the curve of her body. Melting. The heat of her was melting me, my hand trembling as I held to her. But Sara gave no indication that my hand was under her skirt. She dropped her head slightly to the side, that was all. No movement, no waving of her hand, no clamping of her legs. Nothing. I didn't look at her after that, I didn't want to meet her eyes. I knew I should stop, but I did not want to be stopped by her. Silence. After a long while, I reached further up under her skirt, pressing my hand right over the top of her ass over the panties, could feel the thin soft silk that covered her body. This was much thinner than the shorts she normally wore, and beneath the fabric I could feel her bare skin. The red fabric that covered her felt like it was burning into my hand. I realized the top of her skirt gave easily as I pressed my hand over her ass. The skirt was not tight on her at all. I closed my eyes as I let my fingers press down along the silk fabric, finding the crack of her ass, I let my fingers slip down over the fabric right between her legs, right over her soft pussy lips. Oh my god. So soft and hot. She would stop me now. I drew my fingers down between her legs this time, pressing the whole length of her pussy mound, that little space between her legs opening right to her vagina, her pussy, her mound, her clit. The fabric was no more than an inch wide. I could literally feel the soft hairs of her pussy peeking out from the edges of the fabric. She lay there, did not move at all. Letting me, though I detected her breathing a little faster, nothing more. I tipped my hand my open palm completely covered her puss, my fingers wrapped around the front of her pussy mound, with my palm wrapping up between her legs, cupping her. I began to stroke up between her legs with my thumb before pushing my middle finger against her, making a crease in the panties, pressing right into her pussy lips and letting it open around my finger. I began sliding my middle finger on her until I felt the nob of her clit beneath the silk fabric. The fabric was wet, I was rubbing my thumb right over a wet spot that was growing between her legs. Her legs had been wide enough that her pussy was open to my touch and her skirt had ridden higher as I rubbed her so that it was now laying right at the top of her ass, and her panties were half exposed to me. She had to feel the cool air on her ass. I could feel her pussy getting hotter and wetter, the bare flesh of her cunny digging into the fabric. I could feel her breathing getting faster, feel her getting aroused. In Sara's Pants I watched her head drop a little again, her movements becoming more involuntary, a little sway in her hips. I curled my fingers and began lightly scratch my nails along the fabric of those soft silk panties, petting her front to back right over the mound of her puss, drawing my nails back along the fabric, itching her. Repeating the motion, slow, long strokes, over and over. With each stroke down between her legs I was catching her clit and pressing there firmly each time. She kept watching the TV, but when my fingers were busy circling around her clit I could feel her pressing back into my hand, feel the undulation of her hips and could see the rise and fall of her hips over my hand. I could scarcely believe the pressure I felt, of Sara rubbing her body into my hand, grinding herself into my fingers, circling her clit around my fingers. For my part I pressed back harder up between her legs. It's what we did, letting it happen. I stopped thinking about stopping. I was caressing her, scrapping my fingers front to back, front to back, lightly over the fabric, moving my fingers gradually faster. Touching her beneath that little jean skirt. She was laid out before me, I loved watching her body moving ever so slightly against my hand, and the way her ass would tip high and then back down, watching her legs stretch taut, watching her curl her toes. It was imperceptible at first, but as I moved on her she was moving more openly, she was pressing her apart and tipping her hips in rhythm to my touch, as my fingers played between her legs. My fingers began slipping as I stroked her. She was getting so wet, I could feel her getting wetter and wetter. She had soaked her panties so that my fingers slipped on her almost feeling as if she had nothing on. On one pass I continued right up her backside, lazily following the crack of her ass, my hand sliding over the silk fabric to the hem at her waist, feeling the jean skirt stretch as I curled my fingers around the hem of her panties and began to tug them down. She froze. She would stop me now I thought. I was steadily tugging them down beneath her skirt, could feel her panties sliding over the curve of her ass. Reaching at her sides I tugged the hep at each hip, until they were down to the edge of the bottom of her skirt. But no response, she simply let me tug them lower right over her ass and then down her thighs. I could feel her body hold utterly still. It was as if her whole body was melting, relaxing, falling in anticipation. But to look at her, she did not move at all as I tugged those red panties down her legs, past her knees, down to her ankles. She was not moving away, not trying to shake me off. At one point I felt her hips rise lightly, so as to aid the removal of her panties. So slowly, a little at a time, I worked them down her long legs, and off the end of her feet where I tucked them under my pillow. When I looked back up at her, there was her bare pussy! Pink and shining, the swollen pussy lips and dark hairs of her cunny framing its pink center. The line running down between her legs, the folds of loose flesh swollen out from her slit. I brought my hand back up her thighs and lay it, palm up, right over her bare pussy cupping her with the flat of my hand, and once again began pressing my middle finger into the folds of her pussy lips, began rubbing her between her legs. It was incredible, the feel of her. She was soaking sopping wet, and her pussy lips opening to me so softly. I could feel the flesh pulling wide, hanging down between her legs like a little peach, as I pressed my fingers and dug into her wet ridge. She was so soft, opening right up to me. I slipped my finger down between her legs and once more found her little clit. I heard her gasp - the only sound she made - at the moment I touched tip of her clit. That little nub, and as I drew a circle there could feel her involuntarily tense her whole body. The reaction was an arch of her back that lifted her hips right up off the bed. I was looking right at her pink little cunt, her legs spreading wider, I had pulled her pussy lips wide and could see her vagina creaming white. My middle finger was reaching down and was set right over her clit, with my thumb I pressed it deep up into her vagina, and held her like that with my open hand. No matter how she moved I was slipping inside her, stimulating her, masturbating her. She moved against my hand, breathing faster, and lifting her hips up. The feeling of her body tensing and releasing, the feel of her breathing, my cock ached at the sight of her. It was then I stopped moving. I held my hand right there for her, with my middle finger pressing into her clit and my thumb shoved up inside her. I held myself still for her, letting her move her body against me. The slightest undulation on my hand, the tiniest circles being drawn over my finger. Grinding her cunt onto my thumb, shoving herself, impaling herself against me. Her hips trembled now as she ground herself into my hand, guiding my finger right around the rim of her clit and pushing down so that its little hood would press back, letting me dig into her. All slippery and hard, it felt like a white pearl playing around my finger; and then sliding my hand back, her inner lips loose, swoolen, feeling for that space inside her. I was watching my fingers move on her pushing deep up into her vagina, watching her as I did, for some sign, something that told me what she felt. No matter how she moved I was digging into her body, touching her, masturbating her. I held to her like that a long time, and as I did she was moving herself harder and faster, turning herself on me. I could feel her body trembling, as her legs stretched out tight on the bed, when her vagina began to quiver and tighten on my thumb. She was near to cumming. I would make her cum. I could feel the pulse of her pussy, contracting and releasing. Her breathing was rapid, but she kept it even and still watching TV, so that her face displayed no sign she was cumming. Her chin still over the edge of the bed. I rubbed the rough flesh in her vagina, finger fucking her, letting my hand move on her again as she met my thrusts. When next her body began to quiver and spasm, the only other thing I noticed was her hand grasping the blankets and squeezing her hands into balls into the bed as she lifted her ass into the air. Her thighs and cunny shaking over my finger as I dug into her, and I could feel her cunt squeezing me, pulsing against me, see her gripping the blankets. I could feel her cumming hard, holding back from making any sound at all. It was amazing. At one point she pressed her mouth into the sheets, like she was biting down. Her eyes closed. I reached out my other hand and held her bare hips, her skirt was up around her waist now, and I began scratching my nails down her thighs. Her body shaking and quivering, still cumming. It was so intense! She held herself perfectly still, and then began to relax and fall back down into the bed. Realizing she was naked from the waist down I pulled her skirt back around her ass. She lay there a little while longer, before jumping off the bed and leaving the room. Only then did I realize what I had done. ------------------- I could not have imagined that yesterday could have happened. I had given my sister an orgasm, and now I was beyond nervous to go downstairs. How do you greet someone whom you secretly masturbated? But I did not want to be weird, things had to be ok, normal. Plus I was curious, what would she do. Was she mad? I had to find out. I had to get it out of the way. My hands did not even feel like they were a part of my body. I could still feel Sara, the slippery wetness, the pressure of her vagina, the pressure of her body, pussy hairs. I could still smell her scent on my fingers. I had masturbated so many times already sniffing her panties, my fingers. It was such a delicious smell. Exquisite. What would happen when I saw her? No one else would be up, and I was trying to decide if I should see her alone or wait until mom or Billy were up. I pulled on my T shirt and a pair of shorts, deciding it was best to see her when the house was quiet, and went downstairs. As expected, she was in the kitchen. Making coffee. I passed by her, she did not turn to me, and sat down. Nothing out of the ordinary. As the coffee brewed, she was standing at the counter with a small book that was open into which she was writing. I said nothing. Finally, she turned and looked at me. The only thing that I noticed is how when she caught my eye, she held her gaze on me a little longer than usual. Her smile gave away nothing, it was the same as always, but the way she held my eye. "Hi," was all she said. No anger or warning, or nervousness. I noticed her put the small book she had into her robe pocket. She poured the coffee, two cups, one for me and one for her and walked over to the table. "Here. Mom was called into work." "Thanks." "Want anything?" The way she stood in front of me, the tone of her voice, it was like an invite to molest her. "What?" She walked away saying, "Breakfast, I was going to make some eggs." "Yeah. Yeah. Sure. That would be great." I sounded nervous. "Ok." She made up some eggs, bacon, toast. I was imagining what may be under her robe as she stood at the sink. With her turned from me, I could openly look at her. There was something different this morning, and I could not put my finger on it. Sara seemed more attractive, I was drawn to her. That feeling you get, of attraction. The nervousness of arousal, we were almost flirting. The eye contact was a little longer than usual, the way she twisted her hair in her hands when she was talking. "This is nice. Thanks." I am thinking the whole time, be as normal as you can. I began to eat in silence. No idea what to say. "You have a long face today," she said over her cup. "Oh, yeah? No. Just tired, still. Uh, what were you writing?" "Writing? Oh," She lay her hand over her pocket, "It's just a . . . I was writing a poem, in my diary." "You have a diary?" I had like this adrenaline rush, thinking about what she might write in there. Was she writing about us? She had to be. I was feeling very guilty and very paranoid. What if someone else read it? "Hmmm, Yeah, it is, I always write stuff in my diary, poems, stories. Things that happen in my day." She held her eye on me as she said the last bit, I looking away as she caught my eye. I felt myself get nervous again. She keeps a diary. I changed the subject, "Did you invite Marnie? To our party." Sara flashed me a look. "Yeah, why?" I shrugged, "No reason." "You like her, don't you?" "Same as, you like Mike." She paused a moment before adding, "Let me tell you something about Marnie." Then she paused, "No, I'd better not tell you. You'd blab." I quickly responded, "I'd never give away any of your secrets." To which she flashed me a quick smile, looking into my eyes, "And I'd never reveal any of yours." I sensed just the hint of a blush on her cheeks. I looked right at her and said, "For that you get a little reward." I held out a spoonful of eggs, "Here." "No. I'm fine. I'm done." "Here." I wanted her to lean to me. In that moment I wanted to touch her, it felt like we could hold each other just then. Be intimate. Our bodies were communicating in a language all their own. She leaned in, and her robe fell open a little. I could see down the front of her robe, the swell of her breasts. I said playfully, "Put your head back. Close your eyes." She eyed me, but did it. The look of her throat, exposed. "Open your mouth." She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. I held her chin with my hand *touched her* as I fed her, watched her lips close around the spoon and then tugged it away. "You can have one little bite." I could not control that urge just then. It was weird. Her compliance, the touch of her skin. Our secrets. ------------- That afternoon I was laying on my bed reading. No TV, silence and the quiet room. Everyone was out of the house, mom at work. My little brother out playing, Sara out somewhere. Or I thought they were. Suddenly, Sara appeared and hopped up on the bed and lay right next to me, not like when she is watching TV. "Hi. What you doing?" "What does it look like. Reading. I thought you were gone with Marnie." "Hmmm. Didn't want to go." And she lay herself next to me, stared at the ceiling. I continued reading, my heart pounding in my chest. Not knowing what to say, we were home alone. Sara held her arms straight up and turned them back and forth. "You know, my tan is much darker than yours now." I didn't respond. "From swimming. Lift up your arm." I set my book down and did the same. Four arms lifted straight up. She brought her arms down and turned her whole body to me. Never had Sara been like this. "Well. What should we do now?" I looked over at her, "Uh, we can fix lunch." I picked up my book to read. "No, I'm not hungry yet." She just lay there staring silently at me. I could feel her eyes on me when finally I turned, "Well, what do you want to do?" "Why don't we play a game?" "A game? Come on. I don't think..." "I know some good games. Like, Truth or Dare." That caught me off guard. There were some things I did not want to talk about with Sara today. "I don't think so, when you ever play that?" She rolled back again, "Well, I played it with Mike one time. Well, not JUST Mike." And then rolling back to her side facing me. "Come on David! First question. You first, all right. Truth or Dare?" "I don't think." When finally relenting, "Truth." She paused a moment and then asked, "Do you have any secret talents?" Everything she was saying today I was taking two ways, and immediately my mind went to us on THIS bed, me giving her an orgasm. Special talent - yeah, I can give a woman a mind blowing orgasm. Instead, I simply held my arm straight out and let my elbow bend way back, "I can do this." She stared up at my arm, it was like a twenty degree angle the wrong way. "Look at that. Weird." "Yeah." "Your joints are screwed up. What else can you do?" "I can bend my thumb all the way back so it touches my wrist. See?" And so I pulled my thumb right back tight against my wrist. "Gross." She reached across to bend my thumb back with her hand and scraped her arm across my cheek as she did. "You need a shave," and then she was touching my chin and cheek with her hands. "I haven't shaved yet." Silence. "Ok. Your turn." I said, "Truth or Dare." "Truth." "Have you ever kissed . . ." She playfully jumped up, "Yes!" "No wait. I didn't ask what I was going to ask. I was going to ask 'Have you ever kissed MIKE." She looked at me, "No, forget it. I don't want to answer that! It'll get everywhere!" "Tell me. I won't share your secrets. besides your reaction already told me." "Yes." She frowned. "Really?? When?" "That's another question, I answered your stupid question and it's my turn now, say nothing. Truth or Dare." "Dare." She smiled at that, and thought for a long time. "I dare you to say something dirty for twenty seconds." "What!" She was giggling, "You heard me. Talk dirty for twenty seconds," she lay on her side facing me now, her eyes locked on me. "What do I say? Ok. Ok. "Ahh, Pussy so soft and wet. I love eating hot cunnies, and squeezing big tits and sucking, so good. You have the best sweet little pussy ever," and I froze - fuck was I was thinking of her! "Is that twenty seconds?" God that had given me a hard on, and I needed to adjust. "Pretty nasty," she smiled. "But Good, yeah. Your turn." "Truth or Dare?" She lay on her back and said up into the ceiling, "Dare." Shit. I felt a heat rise in me. What could I dare her to do. She was wearing those little shorts again today, and a fluffy white tube top, nothing on her shoulders. I looked at her a long time, the shape of her mouth, her eyes staring at me, her hair all laid out on my bed. God she looked hot. "I dare you to kiss me for twenty seconds." My face flushed beet red. Her eyes went wide and she turned her head to me. "What!" And lifting up on one elbow she sat up right at my hip. A little smile came across her face, "Ok. She leaned down and put her lips on mine, simply holding her lips to mine. Her eyes were closed. She had her hand on my neck as she kissed me, so soft. I did not quite know what to do. Here we were kissing on my bed. I had her naked from the waist down yesterday, incredible. She opened her mouth the tiniest bit and bit my lower lip, I pushed it out and let her and she responded by running her tongue right along the ridge of my lower tongue, before letting me go. "Wow." I said when she sat back up. "You're a good kisser." "You do naughty dares. Truth or Dare?" She was flushed and her lips were swollen. We were gradually getting aroused. I said, "Dare." She lay back down on her back, "Well I dare you to kiss ME, with your tongue for twenty seconds." I went absolutely rock hard. Sara lifted her arms above her head, waiting. I pressed my lips to hers and felt her open her mouth, I just melted. My tongue touched hers a moment and we let them swirl together, I traced the line of her teeth and rolled myself a little onto her so my chest was laying on her breast. She tipped her head back and we french kissed, for it had to be longer than twenty seconds. I finally lifted my face from her. She opened her eyes, "That was bad." I smiled, "An innocent kiss." "No one can know about this." "I know." We both got quiet, we were both pretty aroused, too aroused. "We shouldn't be doing this." I said, "You started it." Her eyes got wide as she looked at me, the implication being obvious. "Today I mean. You came in here." She looked off in the distance, thinking. "I let you do stuff I only let a boyfriend do you know." "Are you mad? You could have stopped me." She shook her head. "I'm sittin up here aren't I. It's silly fun David. I don't want it to be any more. I don't want you to think it can be any more, I worry about that." "Don't. I know that." "It's just that. You can't always control feelings. I like you, as a brother, I mean and don't want to lose that. Ever." "You won't." She looked at me. "We have to stop. It's silly fun, it feels good, but if anybody found out." I didn't say anything. She was right, but I felt empty. I just said, "Anymore Truth or Dare?" "Games over." ----------- After that afternoon, nothing happened anymore between Sara and me. In a way, it was a relief. But at the same time depressing, the anticipation, the excitement, the 'silly fun' she had called it. The feel of her skin, her mouth, her tongue. It was over. I had memories, AND her panties. Between us, when we saw each other, it was as if nothing had ever happened. I began to relax, feel more like my old self. Whenever she came in my room to watch TV, I felt a sudden pang, a moment of adrenaline run through me. But every time she stood in the doorway, looking up at me and then down at my brother; every time she slid into the lower bunk. Never up with me. For my part I had resolved to stop, no matter what. She was right. We are brother and sister. And after our conversation, my intention was stronger than ever. But, honestly, when I watched her there avoiding getting up in bed with me, there was a rush relief because, for all my 'resolve' I really questioned whether it would have been very likely that had Sara lain on my bed for any of the last ten times she'd been in our room, I would have not touched her. In Sara's Pants So, it took both of us - got easier with time. In terms of our conversations, the issue never came up again, she never broached it nor I. Non of our secrets, games or truth or dare. The other thing that was never spoken of between us was that she had, in fact, begun to do way more things with Mike after we had stopped doing what we had been doing. So Mike had become my stand in - or so I thought of it. Mike is my best friend, and HE never talked about it. I could only imagine what they were doing, and there was a part of me that believed that she had told him not to talk about it with me. What I felt was jealousy. I also worried about Sara saying something, anything, even a hint. I could tell by all our friends behavior, hers and mine, that she had never breathed a word about what we had done, and it is true that Mike probably didn't talk about anything with me, not because she told him to, but because he knew she was my sister, especially the way guys can talk about who they are seeing. No other reason than that. But, he had no idea. For my part, I felt a jealousy, more than I had ever felt before about anyone. My anger and jealousies came out in subtle ways, though I tried really hard to control it. I am sure Sara knew, and I figured she might know why. AND despite everything I could not stop thinking about her. The times I touched her was like this distant dream, that I could conjure up any time I wanted, this alternate reality that was slowly fading into the past, but that I could still remember as a fantasy. And I wanted to remember it, and would masturbate furiously as I did. I was out one night and happened upon Sara and Mike. I was riveted to the spot and watched from a distance. It was hard to see, but no doubt I could make out her frame, the way she stood and moved. She was wearing this little dress, leaning the whole front of her body against him. A dress! Wearing a dress! Not like she wore a lot of clothes, but a dress is one piece of clothing. How delicious that would be. I could picture the access to her pussy in a dress, the way it hugged her waist, and those long legs. She was really beautiful and Mike was with her talking, they were laughing. She had her arm around him, pressing up to him, and then I watched them kiss, and I could feel the kiss. My mind rocketing back to her kiss of me, and my kiss of her. I could feel her tongue, her teeth, the way she tipped her head back, the feeling of her yielding her soft lips. I looked away, my cheeks burning. I stayed hidden in the shadows watching as they laughed and kissed. I went home in a very uneven mood. Next day was a Saturday and I, casually as I could, tried to talk to her about it. "I saw you sitting with Mike the other day. Are you you two together? You never told me." "Me? No. No, Mike just happened to sit down with us." "Us. I think I only saw YOU." She was lieing. Sara looked frustrated, "No. I was with Marnie. Definitely. What business is it of your, you spying on me again?" "No. Sara, it's No big deal. I just thought I saw you, s'all. It's only just, mom said no dates while you are living here." Sara turned on me, "She never said NO DATES." "Well she did say she does not want you bringing guys home. And that would, make Mike pretty convenient wouldn't it? Dating him, since he's my . . ." "Listen! What do you mean, no dates? First. Mom never said that. He was just sitting there with, us. Second, I'm not really dating Mike, so he comes here. It's to see you. I'm not bringing him home." "Yeah." The kind of yeah where I called Her lie. "He's MY best friend. I don't want you around him - like that. What happens when you two break up? When he comes around then, to see me?" "You're a fine one to talk about this with. You my mom or something! I don't have to justify myself to you. Nothings happening. God!" "Ok. Forget it. No big deal. No big deal. It's just . . ." I'd gone too far, I don't know what I wanted from this conversation. "Jesus David. It wasn't." "Sorry. Just saying I saw you. Making conversation." "Ask Marnie. SHE was with me. You'd like to talk to HER anyway. Any rules with her around here? Mom! She's MY best friend, by the way." "But we'd both be in high school. Your in college. Mike's in high school and your here cause . . ." "Forget it. This conversation is over. Just ask Marnie." "Well, Ok. Yeah. But I want to ask you something about Marnie then?" "Oh no, YOU can't have her. She belongs to me. She's MY friend." "I'll just ignore that. Now you're being stupid. See Mike! I don't care, it's fine, I don't care. Marnie would never have anything to do with me anyway, she's a Freshman." "Oh, you think so?" "I wanted to ask, have you told her anything about, like secrets? Anything." There was a long pause. Like a light going on. "Secrets?" I shouldn't have said anything. "No, have YOU said anything to Mike?" "You think I'm nuts don't you?" The air went out of her just then. "I don't think anything David. No. I haven't said anything." She calmed down. Softened. "Is that what this is about?" "It's just conversation." "You have to stop it. Forget anything ever happened." I nodded. "Understand. Cause if this all gets out of hand, we might have to see what 'mom' thinks we should do, since mom has the say in everything. What do you think she would say about our secret." "Tell Mom what?" "You know what." "No, I don't think that would be very funny." "I wonder what she'd say about that? She'd be a hell of a lot more upset than me bringing a guy home, wouldn't she?" Silence. I didn't know what to say, or what she meant. I did not want to know. It was over. In a way I had not even accepted up to then. ---------------- I didn't care if Mike saw Sara. At least that's what I said every day. Mike didn't talk about it, and I didn't talk about it with either of them. Mike would come over ostensibly to see me, but invariably end up spending some time with Sara either downstairs or in her room. I didn't keep track, I didn't care. Mike and I were watching TV one day, he on the bottom bunk and me on top, when Sara came into the room. She stood in the same spot as when she decides which bunk to get into. She looked down at Mike and then up at me. I didn't even move, or consider. When! She hopped up and lay down next to me. Mike was on the bottom bunk, and Sara jumped in next to me on the top bunk. I could not even comprehend what had just happened. Mike called out, "Hey, lay down here." Sara didn't answer, just laid on her stomach with her chin over the bed, her legs laying right beside me. My heart just about exploded. She was wearing a pair of those pink short shorts, all tugged up tight around her hips. She was wearing a small V neck half top. Her long legs and bare skin from her hips to the middle of her back. She was barefoot as usual, legs crossed at the ankle, just watching the TV. It had been at least a month, and two weeks since our fight. My hands were visibly trembling. Was she testing me? Teasing me? What the hell was this? No way. No way was I going to touch her. She just lay there, the way she always does. Did not move. I started to think about what she would do if I DID touch her, just touched her a little. She would stop me now I thought. There is no way, she would be mad at me. I kept thinking this, over and over. I was looking up her legs. Last time Sara laid in that spot like that her skirt was up around her waist and I had taken her panties. Her panties! Shit, they were still tucked under the mattress. I had never given them back. I was hard now. Rock hard. I could test her. Would SHE stop me. No, I was not going to do it. I lay my hand on her leg, and held it in one spot on her. I was shaking so bad that I could barely hold it still. She did not move, not at all. No indications, just her watching TV. Swat my hand away. Stop me. I was angry. Excited. I wanted to crawl out of my skin. It was too much. Why did she get up on top? Why not next to Mike? I began to rub along the length of her thigh, right up to the edge of her shorts and down her long legs, rubbing her calves, the inside of her thighs. Long delicious strokes. It had been so long. Sara letting me, no movement. I rubbed one leg and then the other, slow long strokes on her. I decided to raise the stakes, and settled my hand on her butt again. Not moving just lay it on her. Mike couldn't see. She did not even react to my touch, not the soft caress of my hands or my eyes on her body. I pressed my fingers into the crack of her ass, wriggling my fingers on her, and slipping lower down her soft ass, noticing something different on my way to her thighs. No panties! Fucking shit!! She had to know. She had put those shorts on without panties underneath. Came in here, and hopped up here with me. I slid my hand along her legs again, caressing inside her thighs, long strokes with the front and back of my hand. She just lay there with her ankles crossed, her legs apart. I slipped my fingers inside the loose leg of her shorts, and wiggled it up to her bare cunny, feeling the warmth and light pussy hair. I felt her legs open, as she brought her one knee up. She was letting me, giving me perfect access. She wanted this! I was touching her again. My hand was rubbing her pussy. I could not believe this was happening. I slipped my fingers along her slit, and her pussy was soaking sopping wet, she had been wet the whole time. I was so hard now as I began to run my fingers up and down her sex, opening her cunny lips and settling my middle finger right over her clit. Just as I touched her there she began to dance on the end of my finger, drawing circles with her around my hand. I let my finger dig into the hood of her clit, rubbing her back and forth as she moved against me. I found her sweet little hole with my thumb and squished it deep inside, I watched her visibly rise up off the bed as I did that. No matter how she moved now I was moving my hand on her, finger fucking her. She wiggled more freely on my hand, waving her ass in the air, in a steady rhythm that matched the movement of my fingers, faster and faster. I could see her tensing and gripping the blankets, shuddering on my hand. She was already cumming. I watched Sara's body twitching to my touch, could see her cunny with the leg of her shorts pushed to the side, and the whole time Mike is laying on the bottom bunk. She was leaning her hips back hard against my hand, and I could feel the quivering, her trembling as she came. I almost came in my pants as her orgasm spasmed on my thumb. I could feel her cumming, the way her vagina squeezed tight on my thumb. Her cheeks were so red, the tips of her ears. Her eyes were closed and her head tilted back, as it had that morning I fed her and the time I had kissed her. It was amazing, it seemed better than before. She began to relax into the mattress, to pull her legs together a little, and continued to watch TV. Her puss was covered in cum that I had smeared all over as I rubbed her, and I continued to hold my hand cupped over her puss. Whenever I touched her clit though she would jerk and spasm, and began turning a little so that my hand dropped out of her pants. I smeared her pussy juices on her thighs as I once again made long soft strokes up her thighs. She continued laying there, taking deep breaths, no acknowlegement of what I had done. I rubbed my hand over her ass and over the crotch of her shorts, rubbing her pussy over the fabric. I stroked her bare back, and reached around squeezing her breasts over her top, basically touching her anywhere I wanted. She lay there a little longer, not moving, not looking at me. Her breathing gradually slowing, settling. Finally, she rolled up to a sitting position and saying to Mike, "Come on. I'm tired of this show." I watched her hop off the bed, and take his hand as they left. She never even looked back at me. After a few moments I closed my eyes, brought my fingers to my nose. Inhaled. Oh God! Fuck. I don't know what I thought. Mike could have caught us. Maybe he heard us. It also included the realization that 'this' was not so easy a thing to stop between us. It might go for some weeks, but then, there it was. And that it was her weakness, not just mine. And it had to stop. ----------------- Mornings had become our time together. When I came in she was sitting and eating cereal. No one else was up. We were the early birds. I sat down and filled a bowl, poured in the milk. Sara was sitting there with her robe, watching me as I came in and sat down. I saw nothing, or did I? This time it seemed a little different. I had no idea where to start. The clock had reset. Instead of one month, it had been one day. The awkwardness of it all, all over again. I was looking at her, wondering if she had anything on under her robe, could not stop the thought. It was open a little, forming a V, I could see her bare skin. My heart began punding, I felt myself flush a little. Did she notice me looking? The way I looked at her. She pulled at it. "Morning." She met my eyes, smiled. "Anyone else up?" "No." I kept eating. "I want to tell you something. Know why I didn't want to lay down next to Mike? Yesterday, I mean." I looked up from my bowl. "No." She looked at me with a wry smile, "Cause he can't ever keep his fucking hands off of me...Just kidding. Stupid joke." She looked deflated. I said, "I'm sorry." "No. David, it's, it's ok. I said we had to stop. And we do. But, yesterday, I didn't want to. Just for a little while I didn't want to. I'm the one whose sorry." "I tried, I really did." We were speaking in a really low voice, and both of us kept looking at the door. "So have I." "We went a month." "But I don't know how it works when one of us stops." She stretched out her hands and tugged the robe tight around herself. "It feels so good. Just to be touched. Innocent when you don't think about it. You are so sweet about it." "I like it. I like touching you. I'd be lying if I said I didn't." "And no one knows. I wrote about it a little in my diary, but I tore the pages out and threw them all away." "Yeah. So how do we stop?" She stared off to the side a long time. "We keep trying. We have to be stronger. I can't lay in your bed." She looked at me. Serious. "Not anymore. Sorry." "It's ok. I understand." We began eating, when she tipped her head up at me, "Do you think about me? I mean the last month, did you?" I nodded. "Me too. It was so sweet the way it feels, but it kept escalating. You know?" "It's my fault." "It's our fault. It's ok. And by the way, when can I have my panties back?" I smiled, "Trade you for a fresh pair." "Pervert." ----------- Sara broke up with Mike, it was no big deal. It turned out she did not end up liking him that much. But the problem was that neither of us were going out with anyone, and I would get these urges and now I assumed she did too. She never got in the bed with me though. Never once. And that was good. But I could NOT stop thinking about her. It was like this obsession. I went to her one time and asked, "Sara. One time. Just one time. Could we?" She looked at me, stern. "No." "Just your legs, just soft touches on your legs?" She closed her eyes, glancing to the side. Thinking. "You know we can't. I'm sorry." "Would you let me kiss you?" "David!" ----------------- After a very long time, I don't even know how long I heard my name being called in the house. "David. David." It was mom. "Yeah mom." "Your sister wants you to help her with her algebra." "It's college." "Yeah well your sister is taking high school algebra, and you know it better than anyone." "Where is she?" "She's in her room." My heart was beating in my chest when I went to her room and knocked. "Yeah." I went in and she looked up at me. She was in a really tiny halter top and shorts, the ones she always wears. A black pair. Her halter was yellow, it tied behind her neck. It was just a thin fabric running up and over her breasts. When she lay on her stomach you could see the curve of them. She did not have small breasts and in halters they really looked fantastic. It was a very hot day, and her room was warm. She had all her stuff laid out on the bed. I had to be strong. She sat up. "Mom tell you?" "Yeah." So I sat on her bed and we went through the rules of algebra. I would have sat there all day helping her. At one point she was laying on her stomach reading, just the same way as when she lays on my bed watching TV. It totally reminded me of that and I could not stop looking. The way she looked was overwhelming. So, as she lay there I put my hand on her leg. She kept reading, did nothing. Here we were alone in her room with the door closed, I thought maybe. I began to slide my hand along her thigh. In a very flat tone she said, "David." I took my hand away. "Sorry." "Help me," and she started asking more questions. Finally, I told her she had to just work out a number of the problems to get the hang of it and that I would check them when she was done. As she was working problems, once again I lay my hand on her leg. My hand trembled as I held to her. "David." She said again. I quietly said, "Just your legs, let me just rub your legs." She said nothing, so as she worked her problems I began to run my hands over her legs. Because I was sitting beside her I could use both hands, up and down her long legs. She did not react at all to my touch. And for my part I simply rubbed her legs, nothing else, I did not want to stop. Her narrow waist was bare and her shoulders. I loved the way her hair fell down over her shoulders, and I realized how I loved her smell. She turned to me as I continued to rub her, it was the first time she looked at me with my hands on her body. "Check these," was all she said. She handed them back and I went over them. Three problems and they were all correct. "That is perfect. Great." And as I said that I rubbed my hand over her butt, stroking my hand down onto her thigh. She smiled and said, I'm going to try another one. As she worked the problem I began to rub her legs again. She did only one problem this time and showed it to me. I looked and it was right. "Great job, perfect." I said, and this time as I did I caressed her breast, the bare skin that was not covered at the side of her halter. She was still laying on her stomach, and without reacting let me touch her breast like that. I could not believe what I had just done. Or that she had let me. "Ok. She said. "One more." She turned again and handed it back. "You're getting it. Very good." And again as I said it, this time I pressed my hand right under her halter and gave her entire breast a soft squeeze, more than filling my hand. She let me. As she worked the next problem, I was running my fingers over her ass, over the fabric of the shorts and then back down onto her thighs. I tried slipping my fingers under her shorts until I was touching her panties, but I felt her stiffen and pull her legs together. She said nothing, but I let go of her. She handed back another problem. "Very good." And I reached my hand and caressed her bare breast beneath the fabric, and feeling her tight little nipple, I wrapped my fingers around and gave it a little squeeze. She lay on her stomach again working on her next problem, and I sat up higher and began to run my hand over her back, running along her shoulders and down the small of her back and then reaching around, began caressing her breasts again, squeezing her nipples. In Sara's Pants She lowered her head down, letting the top of her head touch the paper she was working on. "I can't concentrate." She did not shoo me away, she just lay that way as I ran my hands over her entire body. Down her legs, up her thighs, the small of her back, down her arms, squeezing her breasts, and over her butt, under her shorts and over her panties, between her legs along the line of her puss. Anywhere I wanted to touch her. She had her arms at her side, letting me do anything I wanted to her. For the longest time that is all I did, stroked and rubbed her, until she opened her eyes and pressed herself up, sitting cross legged in front of me. Her cheeks were red, her eyes glassy. "Ahhh. David. Lets take a break!" We sat facing each other. Electric. "Here, my turn." She began tugging at my shoulders and pushing me down on the bed. "Lay down. I want to give you a massage." I complied. She was tugging my T shirt. "Take your shirt off." "What about mom?" "She will think it's hot. You always have your shirt off." She pulled it off over my head as I lifted my arms. I lay on my front, and she ran her hands softly over my back, down my legs. Over my shoulders and down my arms. After awhile she rubbed her hands right over my butt, same as I did to her, and back down onto my legs. My shorts came down to mid thigh and were not short like hers, but they were very loose and she ran her hands up high along my inner thighs under the bottom of my shorts until she was just touching my underwear. It felt so nice. Amazing. "You like this?" "Hmmm. Hmmm." Her hand pressed up my shorts leg and then I felt her dipping her fingers into my boxers, and she was softly so softly rubbing my bear ass, when next I felt her fingers wiggling down between my legs, and she was grasping my balls in her hand, playing with them. "Mmmmm." I moaned. "Turn around." I did and as I lay she was rubbing up the front of my legs, and then pressing her hands up the front of my shorts, right into my boxers, she ran her fingers along the whole length of my bare cock, and back down on my legs. Then running her fingers over my stomach and across my chest. I lay like that forever letting her run her hands over my body. She wrapped her hand around my cock and began to squeeze me, and touching the tip of my penis she swirled the pre-cum down my shaft until it was all slippery at the top. She continued to stroke my cock in a regular rhythm, without stopping, firm and long strokes, faster and faster. I began to turn my head, and was so aroused. I could feel myself ready to cum. She was kneeling by my side, and I reached my hand out and began to squeeze her breasts as she jacked me off. Her nipples were so hard, I squeezed on her breasts and she moved on my cock. "Oh, God, I'm cumming." I began to shake my hips as ribbons of cum exploded from me and all over her hands. I was pumping my cock in her hand, the cum making everything so slippery. I had never cum like that before. Spurts had shot up onto my stomach, and she scooped a little up and touched it to her tongue, eying me as she did. I came back to earth, and we were sitting again, I looked at her, "Oh my God." "I think we were both a little bad." She said playfully. I was spent, realized she had not cum yet. I said, "You want me to," and lay my hand right between her legs. She looked back at the door. "No. Moms going to wonder. We been in here long enough. That was for helping me." As I got up she whispered in my ear, "Maybe once in a while is ok." ------------------- That last time did it. Something broke. Something was rising in us that was harder to control. It was a desire, it was lust beyond anything I had ever felt. I could not look at my sister now without my heart pounding, without an adrenaline rush. We had gone from trying to stop, to controlling the urges we felt when around each other; the way our hands brushed together at the dinner table, my blush when she met my eyes, how our breath changed when one of us walked in the room. The first time we totally lost it was so sudden there was nothing we could do. And we were lucky. One evening at home, mom was sitting in the living room and I was coming downstairs and turned into the kitchen entry. I do not even know where my little brother was. Sara was standing just to the right of the stairwell - our eyes met. In that moment everything was communicated, it just exploded. She followed me around the corner and the moment we were out of sight, our bodies fell together. I was crushing her to me, kissing her, our mouths opening tongueing and tasting. My hands rubbing softly down her back as we kissed, squeezing her ass, shoving my hands down the back of her panties into the crack of her ass. She was grinding her crotch against me, opening her legs and I was so hard we ended up dry humping as we kissed, rocking our sexes together matching each others touch. As I let go, her glassy eyes met mine, her cheeks red and we were dazed, realizing what had just happened. We began to gather ourselves. I whispered, "Where was Brian?" "I don't know." I could just see mom around the corner, "Shit. We HAVE to be more careful." She nodded, still leaning on me me, my hand at the small of her back. That was what was said now, not we have to stop. And a new thought was formulating, more of a craving. My fantasies imagining Sara naked, me lying on her, our skin sliding together, me fucking her. Fucking. God I wanted to fuck my sister. --------------- I guess I assumed that she was thinking the same thing, but I did not want to say anything. Girls are different. It could really freak her out, but the way we were around each other. That feeling of wanting, having, of not being with her or touching her, but to feel myself up inside her. One. I wanted to be in her. The feeling was this incredible ache. We sat next to each other at the dinner table, and now my hand would find her leg, and I could watch as she melted. How we could sit eating together with our feet rubbing, my hand tickling along the inside of her thigh. Glancing over and seeing her little skirt ridden up high on her thigh, the curve of her panty covered puss peeking out for me to see. Her tease. I could barely look normal or talk. Yet we had to put out this total appearance of everything normal, even of not really liking each other very much. It was totally crazy. The fact that Sara would press her body against me like she did when we snuck into corners to make out, and how hard I got as she rubbed her crotch on me gave me this image of how it would feel to fuck her, until the though would not let go. I took advantage of those moments by responding to her movement and pressing my covered cock along the front of her puss, lifting her a little so that she was rubbing against it hard, almost sitting on my cock. I know the pressure was pushing into and stimulating her clit, that the rhythm of our movement together as we did that was driving her wild. It was this silent signal, I thought, of what I wanted to do to her and how she might let me. In the mornings we tended to be the only ones up. The routine was her sitting at the table, or standing by the sink making coffee. I would look around, checking the rooms, and satisfied we were alone I'd lean down and give her a soft slow kiss before sitting across from her, or pulling her hair back from her shoulder and nibbling her neck. She kept her robe around her, tied at the waist. But lately, she was not so concerned when it fell open. She would lean across the table toward me and look in my eyes as she would be making some point with her words, letting her robe fall away from her chest, not like I could see her nipples, but her breasts would hang down and be exposed so I could just see her naked breasts. She, noticing how I looked down her robe, with this half smile on her face, before settling back down. This morning she gave me a terrific view of her pussy, letting her robe open wide around her thighs. Her hair was disheveled and she really really looked hot. But her words belied her display. As she sat there with her legs splayed, her dark pussy hairs winking in and out of view, she said, "I don't think we been doing very well on our Agreement." "Agreement?" "Yes, we were going to try harder. Try stop." As she said that, she covered her bare bush with her hand. "You said it would take both of us." I was taken aback, but still. She was playing. Her game. I just said, "I AM, trying. Really. But, it's so hard, I can't stand it." "Hmmm. It looks a little hard right now. You swore to keep your side." I replied, "IF you keep yours." I continued, "Have I once laid a hand on you where you didn't want me to?" "All the time." She took her hand away from her bare puss, exposing her swollen lips to me and sipped her coffee, smiling. I liked this little game. I slid my chair closer. "You. Don't want this?" I reached out and pressed the palm of my hand between her legs, covering the hairs of her puss. She let out a moan and lowered her chin, looking at my hand. I squeezed my fingers into her soaking wet slit and finding her hole, dug two fingers into her. I watched as her hips lifted from the seat and her legs went wide open. "Oh God. No." "Or this?" I began stroking my hand over her cunt, finger fucking her, until her head was tipped down against her chest, her eyes closed, and she was panting. Her hips rocking against my my hand. Whispering, "Oh Fuck. Oh Fuck." She was pulling her robe closed, covering herself, with my hand hidden beneath the fabric as she writhed over my hand. I whispered, "Have I ever forced myself on you?" She was licking her lips, and with my words opened her eyes to look at me, and then staring down at my cock. I knew what she was thinking, and I knew what my words had meant, 'forced myself on you.' I broached it. Fucking. I felt her shudder, could feel how close she was to cumming, when I let my hand fall away from her. In that moment a little bit of a plan began to formulate. I did not let her cum. Her eyes widened a little, surprised, as she collected herself, and sitting back at the table with her coffee as if nothing had happened. Ordinarily my touch would bring her over the edge, I would have made her cum, she would have spasmed in that chair and had a roaring orgasm. Release. But, I let go of her, and I left her a little hungrier than she would have been. She pulled her robe tighter, "You better not." But I could see in her eyes how aroused she was still. The heat in her. --------------- My 'plan' as it evolved had a very visible effect. All week she was hopping up on my bed to watch TV, more than normal it seemed, and I would oblige, laying my hands on her. But now, brining her just to the edge, and then letting go of her. Not finishing her off. I had come to recognize her body, how to bring her off, and letting go I would start all over rubbing her, stroking her, loving her silky soft skin. She was so hungry, letting me roam my hands anywhere I wanted to go, shifting a little more than usual, trying to guide my hand back to business. I can only imagine that she was off in her room rubbing herself to orgasm, but without me. I restrained myself. It wasn't me. By late in the week, I swear, she had a noticeable glow. An animal like quality, her movement and smell. She had stroked me off twice with her hand down my pants (quid pro quo?), but I held back. I wanted her to be less than rational, horny, over the top. It was almost like being drunk, burying her reason in lust. She wanted me to make her cum, to cum against my hand; but, I wanted a little more - as usual. Today was Saturday and a workday for mom. It was also a day that Billy would take off from the house and be gone most of the day, being over at friends houses, running around, whatever. Usually Sara was gone out as well shopping with friends or hanging out, but today she was home. The same was true for me. Saturday was our day to get away from each other. But, today, I decided to stay home and see. I lay on my bed reading, nonchalant. She padded into my doorway. "What you doing?" I looked up, "Reading." I patted my bed. "Want to watch some TV?" She swayed in the doorway, leaning herself against the frame, "S'Ok," and padded off. Ten minutes later she was walking by my open door. I didn't look. Not ten minutes after that, I heard. "David?" "What?" "David." "What!" "Come in here a second." My heart lept. "What is it?" I tried to sound put out. "I was thinking, want to play a game?" I got up and stood in her doorway, "A game?" "Yeah. Want to play Truth or Dare again?" She was laid out on her bed, in a halter top and little thin fabric pleated skirt that came just above her knees. Patterns of flowers. She had no socks or shoes. I could just imagine what was underneath her innocent look. I could feel my cock twitch. "Ok." She jumped up on her knees, bouncing on the bed as I sat down. She said, "You first." I began, "Truth." The game tends to always start with Truth. "Ok." She leaned toward me, I want you to tell me a secret. I mean, one I don't know. A good one." She went to a cross legged position and pressed her skirt down between her legs, tugging the edges up high on her thighs, settling in. Expectant. I stared at her legs. Yum. "Um. Here's one I bet you don't know. I keep a stash of porn under the bed in my room." She smiled at me, giggling and faking a frown when she said, "Sorry. I already know that one." "What?" "Hmmm Hmmm. 'Fraid so. Mike told me. Pretty cool, how you made that shelf under Billy's headboard." Mike was the only one who knew. I began to blush. "He told you?" She was giggling again, "He asked me if I wanted to know something about you that no one else knew. I said, 'yeah.' And he told me. We sat on your bed going through them one time." Coy smile, indicating something more. "Pretty perverted, you got some pretty perverted comics. But, because you didn't know that I know, it counts. My turn." I said, "Truth or Dare." "Truth." I had to know, so I asked, "Have you had sex with Mike?" Without any hesitation, "Yes." The blood rushed to my head. She had! I blurted out, "You have to tell me about it too." "Ah ah ah. I told you. ONE question!!" But she quickly relented, "Ok. Ok. I'll tell you one thing, and it's sort of related to your secret. But you get so put out, you have to promise. Ok. I had sex with Mike, on YOUR bunk bed." She fell forward with her face on the mattress. She was giggling again. "What. You ARE shitting me?" "He told me about your porn, asked if I wanted to see it. I said 'yeah' and followed him to your room. We started looking at it, and I hopped up on your bed, looking over the edge - the way I do." Coy smile again, "And I like got so horny laying on your bed, and asked Mike to come up there with me and we looked some more, and started to make out. I got sooo horny. I let him take my clothes off on your bed, and did him right there." She just lay there giggling at my reaction, and then out of the blue, "Your turn. Truth or Dare?" "Fuck. Some secret." I said again, "Truth." "You got to take a Dare some time." "I know." She was rocking herself on the bed, "How many times have you masturbated this week?" "Too many to count." She then roll over onto her back, letting her skirt slide up her thighs, "How many times today?" "At least six times." I was exaggerating. "What. No Way! It's what 11:00." "You asked, how many times did you masturbate this week?" I asked it out of turn, but she lifted herself up. "ZE-RO." She let it sink in. And frowning added, "My source, has kind of let me down." I felt suddenly hot, at the implication of what she said. I fumbled my words a little, suddenly shy. The room was electric. "Ok. Truth or dare." She looked me in the eye, "DARE." My heart began to pound, staring at her before me, legs tucked underneath her skirt. Would she do anything? A Dare. Anything at all? "I Dare you to turn your halter top around so it's backward." The result of turning her halter around was obvious. Hers was a little thin elastic band wrapping around her midsection, just at the bottom of her ribcage, with strips of fabric pulled up over her breasts at the front and tied around her neck at the back. To turn it around would totally expose her bare breasts to me. I had never seen them totally exposed, I had felt them, never seen them. She began to blush, looking down at herself. "You're serious?" "Yes. That's my Dare." She raised her hand behind her neck and slowly untied the tie, letting go the halter began to drop away from her breasts, so she was now totally exposed. Her long hair hanging down her shoulders and curling on each side, with whisps of hair covering her tits. She had the most delicious full round breasts, and her cute tan areoles and tight little nipples. So beautiful, delicate. I had touched her many times, reached inside her clothes, squeezed her breasts, played with her nipples. She sat like that a moment without any hesitation, exposed, letting me look at her body as she sat cross legged, her skirt tucked up between her legs. I wanted to reach out my hand, but resisted. After a beat she began twisting the elastic band around, turning the halter around as I had instructed, then tied a bow under her chin. She sat before me with a halter on backward, naked from the waist up. "Ta Da!." I blurted out, "They're so beautiful." "Thanks. Not many brothers get to see what you're seeing right now. I feel goofy like this." We sat in silence, when she broke my reverie, "Ok, stop drooling. How long do I have to be like this anyways?" "Ummm, five minutes." I kept looking, "Yeah." She smiled as she sat there. "Your turn." I took a breath. "DARE." She sat for a while, looking at herself and me, thinking before a smile filled her face. She lifted one arm. "You have to lick my . . . armpit for one minute." "What?" She started laughing, "You heard me!" "Sara! Gross. What if I don't?" She shrugged, put her hands up and covered her tits, "Game over I guess. I haven't put any deoderant on or anything. It's just me. You would of done it if I said, lick my breasts." She was again holding her one arm up. I leaned in and began to lick her armpit. Tentative at first, and then slow long licks with the flat of my tongue. Truth, she tasted delicious, beyond delicious. I was rock hard, her taste was arousing me like I had not expected. I licked around a little to the front, feeling the soft swell of her breast. I had images of licking her entire body like this, every inch of her. I wanted to lick her for hours. She was giggling and squirming under my tongue, "Tickles." As I lapped at her, I put reached my hand around and lay it over her breast and squeezed and basically molested her as I licked her. "Behave." Was all she said, not shooing me away at all. After about a minute she said, "Ok. One Minute." I gave one last molesting squeeze and let go. I asked, "Truth or Dare." I knew what she would say. She was in that moment very relaxed, resigned to anything. "DARE." "I dare you to lick my penis," her eyes going wide, and before she said anything, I quickly added, "Through my underwear - for one minute." Her eyes were glued to my crotch, but otherwise no other reaction. She had this beatific face. An, I'd do anything right now kind of face. I could feel our bodies begin to take over. "you mean, like a blow job?" "Well, I guess, sort of, if you want it to be." "Take your shorts off." In Sara's Pants I slid my pants off. I had on a pair of loose grey boxers. She put her head down between my open legs. I could see her put her tongue out and lick the whole length of my penis through my boxers, probing me with the tip of her tongue. As she licked her hands were pressing up the legs, and she began to play with my balls. I closed my eyes. God it felt so good. Her hands on me. As she licked my cock got so hard that the head popped out the top of the boxers, and she immediately eyed my cockhead and touched her tongue right on the bare skin, lapping off a little puddle of cum off the tip. She took her hand and pulled my boxers down lower, exposing my bare cock, her face just inches away. She looked at it and then me, and set her tongue right at the tip and pressed it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around a little, and then backing off again before running her tongue along its length, right along the bare skin of my cock, like a lollipop. She looked up at me and smiled, the whites of her teeth as her soft voice lilted, "Like that?" She looked back down, and licked it again. "God it feels incredible." She said, "Mmmmm. This is bad. Wait till my turn." Once again her mouth opened up and she pressed my cock into her mouth, deeper this time, swirling her tongue around. I could literally feel the tip of her tongue exploring the veins of my cock. She had one hand up my boxers playing with my balls. Oh god! I just about could have cum right there. But it was so brief. She put her head down and let her soft hairs fall over my cock and proceeded to lick these wonderful short licks to my tip, and then she gave me a sweet little kiss on its tip. She said, "I think, times up." She covered my penis and patted it with her hand. I croaked, "your turn," as I was sitting there in just my T shirt and underwear. She pushed herself up, breasts still exposed, her cheeks red and mottled, glassy eyed. Her legs were splayed open. I could see her red silk panties. Not bothering to cover herself from me. She breathed, "DARE." I dared her to take off her skirt. I knew she had panties on, but when she took the skirt off, they were the smallest panties I had ever seen; a shiny little triangle of silk covering her pussy, just a string running up her ass and little ties at each hip. After that dare I had lost my T shirt, she just pulled it off at one point. I let her. On my dare, she dared me to lick her pussy over her panties. I lay her back and pulled her legs wide, looking up her body, her cute little navel, lapping at the fabric of her silk covered pussy. She said five minutes, but god we did not stop until longer than that. I dug my tongue into her slit and the fabric was so thin, and so wet I could taste her juices. She was creaming, and her panties were soaked. I loved licking right along the edges of her panties, trailing my tongue along her bare skin, feeling the fine hairs peeking out, licking down to the line of her ass, lifting her knees over my shoulder. I could feel her hard little clit and dug in, rubbing the tip as hard as I could with my tongue, drawing in circles until I could feel her rocking against me, felt her body stiffen. Her breathing, the intensity of her movement, ready to cum. But I did not want her to cum. She was pushing my face into her, wild to cum. But I would slow down or drift away, licking up the front of her panties, until she was settled down and then begin to lick my way between her legs again, playing with her clit over and over. I was not going to let her cum, no release. I was not going to let her come down from this high. Not yet. When it was her turn she again took a dare. I said, "I dare you to let me masturbate you." Which I knew she wanted. She reacted by laying back immediately and opening her legs. But as she was laying back in the bed, completely disheveled, hungry. I continued, "with my Penis." She responded to me with wide eyes, "David, we can't fuck." I was ready for this, "I didn't say fuck. No fucking. I dare you to let me masturbate you with my penis." There was a pause, and I calmly waited. "Ok." Honestly, I expected the resistance to fucking, but she really gave in fast. I reached my hands up her thighs and grasped her panties, watching them slide down her legs. They literally had to peel down her soaking puss, when she grabbed my hands. Her little patch of hair and swollen puss laying before my eyes. "What are you doing?" "The Dare." I was a little confused. "No. No. With these on." And she tugged them back up her legs. "You can do it with these on. I don't want an 'accident.'" "Fine was all I said." When next I began to crawl over her she turned herself away, and began pushing me back onto the bed. "I want to be on top." And as I lay back, it was her who grasped my boxers and pulled them down my legs as I let her. I had intended for both of us to be naked, but now it was me laying on my back completely naked and she was in a single pair of red panties, with her eyes looking at me up and down. She began to straddle my thighs, her breasts hanging down, her thin waist and long legs. It was more than I could bear. Her cheeks were red and her lips delicious and full. She pressed me back onto the bed. I watched her crawl up over me and as she let her body lay on me, her skin was suddenly everywhere, skin to skin. I felt her delicious soft as silk skin, the warmth of her press into me. She breathed, "Be careful." I could feel her breasts compress into my chest, the stiff nipples, and her legs opening around my thighs. I clasped my hands around her small waist, as she reached down and took my penis in her hand and pressed it up until it landed between her legs rubbing against the soft fabric. I felt her slide her hips up until my cock was tucked between her legs. I thrust up and back down, oh the feel of our sexes sliding together. Her blond hair hanging around me, and as we moved together she kissed me. I opened my mouth to her and traced her teeth with my tongue. The one thing was that I was so aroused that her movement on me, the soft liquid heat of her sliding on me, the thought of how close we were to fucking. I had to be careful, I wanted her to cum, and I absolutely did not want to cum before her. I also was thinking how if we were doing this once, how likely it would happen again. Her kiss was mesmerizing, delicious, so hard to describe. So soft. The taste of her sex was everywhere, on my tongue, in my skin, I could smell her body everywhere, and I began to slide my cock against her, up between her legs; and felt her moving against me meeting my thrusts. It felt in every way like fucking. The wetness of her puss and my dripping cock was lubricating us so it felt as if we were skin to skin. The way she had lain me down, another unexpected benefit was that my hands were free and I let them roam over her, tracing a line down her lower back and squeezed my fingers into the crack of her ass, listening to her moan as I explored all her delicate places. She was clinging to me, breathing in my ear, kissing me, kissing down my neck and nibbling my shoulder as she lifted her hips up and down on my hard cock. Her mouth open, breathing through her mouth, moving on me faster, pressing the tip of my cock into her clit and letting it slide back between her legs. I could see the hunger rising in her. God, she knew just what to do. She knew what she wanted. I traced a hand around her thigh and turning it palm up began to press my fingers between her legs so she was being stimulated with both my fingers and the head of my cock. As I rubbed her though, I was slipping my hand inside her panties, rubbing the bare skin of her puss, feeling the curling hairs of her cunt. I held my fingers so they were right over her clit, skin to skin, pressing my finger tips in and rubbing over the top. She jumped and had to know my hand was on her soft pussy lips and that I was pulling her open, but her response was to tremble, and press against wherever I was touching her, grinding her sex into me. As my fingers worked her puss, it was causing the fabric to slip to the side of her pussy lips, until my cock slipped right into the folds of her bare cunt, the gush of wetness suddenly lubricating the head of my cock. My cock tip was directly touching her clit now when she raised her hips and was being enfolded into her wet pussy lips when she let her hips slip down. I thought it had felt like I was touching her skin to skin before, but the feeling was so entirely different now. I held to her, pulling her against me, continuing to stroke her open legs, letting her move on my body faster and faster. She was still kissing my neck and shoulder, taking what she wanted. I rubbed her clit along the length of my cock, keeping my contact with her as she was moving faster on me. I breathed up to her just then, "Tell me you want to fuck me." She says back between breaths. "You can't. You can't fuck me David. Oh, this is enough." "I know, I won't. I just want to hear it. Hear you say it. Say it. You want to Fuck me. Say it." I kept saying it over and over. Until her soft voice rising up, "Oh God, David, fuck me. I want you to fuck me." "Yes. Feels so good." "Oh yeah, feel you inside me. Fuck me inside, your cock up inside my cunt." "I want to cum in your pussy. Fell you inside." "Oh God, Fuck me. Yeah." And as she said those words her body was stiffening and trembling and she was pressing to me harder, lifting her hips and letting them fall against me, these long strokes. Thrusting against me. I was meeting every thrust and could tell she was getting close to cumming now. Beyond belief. She was kissing me, pressing her tongue into my mouth, the movement of our bodies, the feel of her bare breasts on my chest. Our skin was wet with sweat, our bellies sliding together, her sex sliding along the length of my cock. Incredible. I will never forget that moment. The movement of us against the other, the purest pleasure. Moving faster, harder, hungrier. Rocking against one another, meeting each thrust. Now, the thing about a womans body, is that everything about their sex, about the shape of their thighs and the curve of their ass into their thighs, everything about a womans body is utterly made to receive a cock, made to guide that cock right up inside their vagina. Look at a womans inner thighs, up by the pussy, by the vagina. The indentation that angles back from the groin down the inside thigh, a perfect indented line that when closed around a cock will send it right up into her cunt. The curve of the ass is the same, the way it opens right into the vagina, the angle of a womans hips when you are sliding against them, leading a cock right back up through the pussy lips and straight inside. Deep inside. I felt it for the briefest moment, and then again. She was shuddering against me, ready to cum, bringing her hips forward, the head of my cock slipped right inside. It was just the head, and when she lifted her hips again I felt myself sliding back forward touching her clit, back again and right inside. I could feel her opening around me, the exquisite pressure. My cock tipping just inside. With the next thrust I lifted my hips a little higher and felt myself sliding in a little further. Deeper. My cock was slipping inside, fucking her, I was half into her. I lay my hands over the small of her back and pulled her down on me, applying the slightest of pressure, pulling her down on me and felt her slide my cock back and up into her vagina, this time holding me there, lifting her hips my cockhead slipping just out and meeting her thrust sinking right back down, squeezing my cock with her vagina. I was inside, fucking her, meeting her thrusts. I did not say anything, she was still kissing me, moaning. Her whimpering, "Oh God, David. Yes. This feels so good." Did she know? When next she raised her hips up my cock did not slide forward, she was holding me, keeping me inside, raising so the head of my cockhead held right at the opening and sliding all the way, I held her to me. Oh fucking god. She lay herself so so that my cock continued to slide along her clit as I fucked into her. She was moving on me so hard and fast now, her body began spasming and trembling and I could feel her vagina squeezing tight around my cock. I could feel myself nearing orgasm, I was in a panic, could I cum in her? I had no idea. Was she on anything. Birth control? No condom. My God. I wanted to pull out, but I didn't, I wanted her to cum, I didn't want to change anything. Her body began bucking against me. "Ahh, I'm cumming. Yes. Oh God, yes." She was clinging to me. And her body falling so hard on me, rubbing back and forth, my cock was deep into her, up inside, I could feel my cum rising. I pulled my hips back, no further than that I felt myself slip out of her. No way, no way I would cum in her. She was crying out, cumming, and I thrust my fingers down on her clit and mashed into her, she began grinding down on my hand, trembling against me, cumming. My cock slid up between her legs and I began cumming as well, our bodies sliding together. I was spraying, so much cum. She began kissing me, pressing her tongue in my mouth, her tongue was cold and she held to me, kissing me. I could feel her body relaxing as she lay down on top of me. My cum actually sprayed up her back, all over her. It got in her hair, and I could feel it trickling down between my legs, a mix of my cum and her pussy juices running down my legs. I opened my eyes and looked at her, she was still laying on me. I was not sure how she would respond. I knew, knew I had been inside her. We HAD fucked. I fucked my sister, she rode my cock. Did SHE know? I said nothing, she opening her eyes, and smiling at me. "Fuck. That was good. God. I never came like that before." "Me too." I said. It was true. She was arching her head back then, pressing herself up on her arms and holding herself over me, legs wide, breasts hanging down, my cock still up between her legs. Her pussy hairs covering my belly. I could feel myself softening. She lifted one leg and slid off to my side. She sat beside me with her legs wide, her cunt a gapping slit, one knee up she was reaching back with her hand. She looked back at herself realizing how I had cum up her back. "I'm a mess." --------------- She looked at me, a smile on her face. That coy smile she has. She knows, she had to feel it. But she said nothing. Nothing was said, it just happened. "Oh shit," she said, "Your turn." My god, Truth or Dare. A game. We were playing Truth or Dare. We still going to play? She was sitting there with her legs wide open, her panties covering nothing, topless. Her hair a disheveled mess. I was completely naked, and sat before her without covering myself in any way. Utterly natural. "Your dare is that you have to lick your cum off of me!" She lay herself down on the bed. For a moment I absolutely did not want to. "I pick truth." I said. "I pick truth." "Uh, uh." Was all she said. When I saw her laying there, I thought of how I would be licking her body. I had thought how I wanted to do that and fully intended to. I lapped at my own cum, lapped over her ass and the small of her back, across to each hip and up her sides. I lay over her as I did running my cock along her thighs and as I licked up her shoulders, pushing her hair out of the way, my cock began to bump her between her legs and I let my cock touch her pussy once more as I licked her body, long slow licks. She tightened and clamped her legs together around my cock. "David. No." "What?" "You know what. We just can't. We just can't." She was turning herself around so that I was rolling off of her. "We are still brother and sister." ------------------ I found Sara's diary laying on her desk as I peeked in her room to see if she was there. I snuck in and opened it, don't know what page at all. I read: I love to be touched, I love to be stroked, I love the feeling of thick fingers touching me, fucking me, scratching, clutching, groping. Squeezing my hips. I love men's hands. Have ever since I was a teenager. Always had a crush on the guys with the big hands, long fingers. I love the feeling of a finger pushing into me, two fingers stretching me. I like it slow, a buildup. I like a guy who takes his time. Goes slow. Gets me sopping wet and crazy. One who wants to play with me. Watch me. Watch what he's doing to me. I need to be worked over. Broken in. Taught how to use my body, use another person's body, feel and give pleasure. I like things rougher, harder, faster. I have an overactive imagination because of all this. Burning lust, all building up inside with no outlet. I long to just lose myself in pleasure, dissolve in it, forget everything else. Get completely out of control. I'm very frustrated. Never could I have dreamed how hand in glove my antics were with her. And another tidbit, 'I like things rougher.' Interesting. I looked at the door and turned to the most recent entry: It was titled Fantasy. So I'm sitting on top of you, settling myself down. You keep sliding your hands down onto my hips. I sit there for a minute, push your cock up between my legs and hold to you, waiting for my body to calm down, adjust. I lean forward, stretch my legs out along yours, kiss you once on the lips, then a trail down your neck. Press my face into you. You sigh. It is so nice to just lay here with you. I rock my hips just a little, this little shockwave of pleasure runs through me. I rock them a little harder. Still just pleasure, warm, skin. I pull my head back up to yours, smile at you, wrap my arms around you. I pull my knees up a little and can feel your hands between my legs, rubbing my clit. Yes. We both moan a little. I start rocking again, slow, soft movements, slippery and warm. I tighten my pussy around your cock, rock again. Mmmm that feels really good, you say. I know, I say back, grinning at you. You slide your hands over my ass. You push your hand between my legs and pull my panties to the side. I reach around, arching my back a little and, oh god, your cock squishes into me. I should stop. I let out a little whimper at the movement, the feeling of your shaft on my clit, everything is so heightened, so soft, so slow, so wet. Your fingers are still down there, I can feel it all slick and hot, that silky skin of my cunt. Mmmmmmm I moan, rocking my hips again, feeling your fingers and tip down and just the tip of your cock, in. Shit. I can feel the underside of your cock as it heads into me. (God I am SO WET right now) A shiver runs up my spine and I keep moving. Shit. Your fingers, rocking my hips forward and your fingers dig into my clit, back and your cock up inside. Fucking God. Yes. Feeling myself fucking you. I really start to whimper, rest my forehead down on your shoulder and moan into your ear, these soft, quiet little whimpers between quick breaths. I can feel us fucking with fingers, and cock. I feel it all in my cunt. You grab my ass, just cup your hands over my ass, squeezing, pulling me to you, moaning back at me. I stay tightened up on you, getting off on the way we fit together. Faster I'm moving, tingles running through my body. I can feel it, that moment just before my orgasm, the BEST part. I start really moaning, louder, longer, (oh god I am wet) my breath coming in little pants. You grab my hips, pull me down onto you harder, harder, until I'm bouncing on you, fucking you hard, and then it hits, and I cry out, clamp my lips down on yours, my cunt squeezing and releasing on you, you pull out - thank god - and then you are cumming. What a mess, cool sticky sprays up my back. In Sara's Pants We stay like that, wrapped around each other, catching our breaths. My hair is all stuck to my neck and shoulders. I can feel the cum running down my sides, all over the bed. Gonna have to change the sheets, so mom doesn't know. I slide off, press my forehead to yours and smile, you smile back at me. Fuck, I say, that was GOOD. Holy shit. I knew she knew. And now I knew a few things about her she did not know I knew. -------------------- To be continued. I think eventually David and Sara get an apartment together, I think with Marnie. And Sara will try wean David off her with Marnie over the period of a year. What do you think? Any ideas. As always, thanks for your comments and votes. youbadboy