25 comments/ 229839 views/ 96 favorites Kissing Amy By: wordsinthedust "It's like kissing your sister." Usually, that phrase has a less than savory connotation. People tend to associate it with a less than desirable outcome, as in contests that end in a tie. It has a whole different meaning for me, though. When I hear it, I think about my sister, Amy. Such hasn't always been the case, though, but we've become close in ways that would surprise a lot of people... if they only knew. Amy's a couple of years older than I am. We were pretty close growing up. Of course there were times where I was the pesky little brother, but that was my job, right? More often than not, I was allowed to tag along, and it seemed like we did just about everything together. Then she was a teenager. Her interests changed. Amy discovered boys, and suddenly, things were different, though not necessarily in a good way. Her first real crush was on a boy two years older than her. I never did find out what happened, but I remember one day when mom called her a slut and a tramp as Amy stormed to her room in tears. Like just about everything that troubles teenagers, all of that passed, and Amy recovered with no serious emotional scars to show for it. As for me, I discovered girls the day Beverly Allen kissed me on the cheek. She and Amy were the best of friends, and Bev, an only child, thought I was the sweetest little brother anyone could ask for. If she'd only known. Amy knew, though. She rolled her eyes, and as she pulled her friend away by the hand, I exhaled a deep, airy breath. Amy quickly set me straight; Bev was her friend, two years older than me, and I had no chance with her. In short, I needed to find a girl my own age. That was easier said than done, especially given that none were as sophisticated as Bev. Fast forward a few years. Amy and I were like two pieces to a puzzle. We weren't inseparable, but there was a strong bond between us. We looked out for each other like any siblings should; more than once, Amy steered me away from a girl she knew was no good for me. Time usually proved her right. She had a steady boyfriend, but he worked his after school job so much that she and I were able to hang together. I was sixteen, Amy was eighteen, and the day she graduated high school was a rude awakening. For both of us. We didn't really talk about it, but we both knew things were about to change in ways we weren't prepared for. She was about to go to college, and for the first time, we would be separated. Really separated. When she left, the sudden silence at home was deafening. I didn't really appreciate how much having her around meant to me until she wasn't there. We didn't see a lot of each other; the occasional weekend, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's. Amy didn't come home for spring break; she went to the beach with friends. Mom was apprehensive, I think because she remembered her spring break trips. Dad was still blinded with a false image of his little princess's innocence. Amy came home for the summer after her freshman year a changed woman. She was different somehow, in a way I couldn't quite figure. We sat down during the summer and worked on a plan that would help me follow her to college the next year after I finished high school. All too soon, though, it was time for school to start again, and she was gone. Amy got into an argument with my mom on the phone three weeks later. I don't know what they were fighting about, but I heard mom mention Amy's name as she was yelling into the phone, and when she'd hung up, she and dad had retreated out of earshot to discuss whatever was wrong. Amy called back an hour later to talk to me, still upset, though she wouldn't tell me what was wrong. Unlike her freshman year, where visits home were once a month regular, September passed, and then October, with no visit from Amy. My birthday's at the beginning of November, and I turned eighteen on the first Thursday of the month. I was shocked when I came home from school to find Amy's car in the driveway. I walked through the front door of our house to the sound of the stereo playing. "Amy?" I heard a kitchen cabinet door close, and as I entered the living room, Amy appeared in the edge of the kitchen. "What are you doing home?" I asked dropping my book bag on the couch. "I thought I'd come home for your birthday," she said. "Surprised?" "Yeah," I replied as she hugged me. "Good," she said, kissing me on the cheek. "Happy birthday." I hugged her back, and we held on to each other long enough that it was awkward before letting go. "Are you and mom...?" "Mom and I have some things we need to work out," she said. "This weekend, though, it's your birthday. That's what I'm focused on." I went out with friends that night and Amy came along, but only after she and mom had discussed what remained to be done for the party we were having at the house the next day. We got home pretty late, taking off our shoes once in the house to be as quiet as possible, since it looked like our parents were already asleep. "I'm really glad you came home, Sis," I said. "Me, too," she said, leaning against the wall outside her room. She leaned into her room, tossing her shoes in, then stood back up, facing me. "I couldn't let you turn eighteen and not be here for it," she said. "After the argument you and mom had," I said, "I wasn't sure if you were going to come home or not." "I really wish you wouldn't bring that up," she said, hugging me. "Mom and I will work things out. You don't need to worry about that." I put my arms around Amy, completing the embrace. "But thanks for being concerned," she said. Amy kissed me on the cheek and pressed her cheek against mine. A moment later, she pushed back and kissed me again, this time on the lips. I could swear I felt her tongue brush against my lips. "Happy Birthday, little brother," she said, resting her forehead on my cheek. "What...? What was that for?" I asked. Amy looked up at me and smiled as she bit her lip. "What?" she asked. "I can't kiss my little brother?" "For starters," I said, "I'm your younger brother. I'm not little." I had at least thirty, and probably more like forty pounds on her. "Whatever," she said, shaking her head and continuing to smile at me. "You will always be my little brother." Her hands gently grasped my face and she kissed me again, lips gently but firmly pressed against mine. "And I will always, always love you," she said, sliding her arms around my neck and hugging me. "I love you, too, Sis," I said. "I know," she said, pulling back and looking at me. "Good night." Another kiss, this one quick, but affectionate. "Good night, Sis," I said as she released me and disappeared into her own room to call it a night. Just that quickly, it was done and over. I fumbled with the door to my bedroom as I pushed it shut, my mouth suddenly dry and my heart pounding. It was the end of a long day, and in spite of what had just happened, sleep took me quickly. Cliff, one of my high school buddies, and I were playing a video game in the living room the next day when Amy walked through on her way to the kitchen. I had just finished killing off his avatar and I noticed he was focused on anything but the TV screen. "Was that your sister?" he asked. "Yeah." Amy walked back into the living room and bent over to get a book off the edge of the fireplace. Denim stretched across her ass. "Dude," he whispered, "she's hot." Cliff had to go home early that afternoon, in spite his best efforts to invite himself to stay. But he'd given me something to think about. That was it. That's what was different about Amy. She was no longer a duckling. Like most college students away from home for the first time and living in the dorms, she'd put on a little weight, typically known as 'the freshman ten.' The extra weight she'd gained had filled her lanky frame out nicely, part of it going straight to her tits and ass. For the first time, I saw Amy in a whole different light, and as she walked past me again, tight jeans hugging her sweetly sculpted ass, knit shirt clinging to her chest, I realized my buddy was right. She was hot. Late in the afternoon, friends of the family came over and we officially celebrated my birthday. After the party was over, Amy and I went out with friends again. The night ran really late, and the two of us practically stumbled up the stairs holding on to one another we were laughing so hard. When we were off the stairs, Amy turned and leaned back against the wall, still holding on to my arm. She pulled me to her, holding me tight. "I'm gonna miss you when I go back tomorrow," she said. "I've had a lot of fun this weekend." "Me, too," I said. "You'll be back in a couple of weeks, though." "I will," she said, looking at me. We stood there awkwardly. "We'd better go to bed," she said. "Yeah," I said, "we probably should." "Good night, Andy," she said. Before I could reply, she kissed me, and like the night before, it was full on the lips. "Good night, Sis," I said, watching as she disappeared into her room, closing the door behind her. The next day, she went back to school for the brief time remaining before Thanksgiving, leaving me to ponder the moments of intimacy we'd shared. Thanksgiving came and went, and we were all too busy eating turkey, watching football and looking forward to the holidays to even notice the days fly by. A few weeks later, the fall semester ended, and Amy came home for the holidays. Amy kissed me when we both happened to find ourselves under the mistletoe, but I didn't really think anything about it, because mom did, too. The difference, though, was that Amy snuggled against me on the couch to watch a movie late one night; mom did not do that. Several days later, on New Year's Eve, we'd gone our separate ways to celebrate with our own friends. Shortly before midnight, I got a call from Bev. "Andy," she said, "you need to come get Amy." "Is she okay?" I asked. "She will be," she said. "Right now, though, she needs you to come and get her." When I got there, Bev and Denise, another of Amy's friends, were doing their best to keep her from going after Kelly. Amy had witnessed Dave, her boyfriend, kissing another girl, Kelly, and she wasn't happy. Worse, she was drunk. Staggering drunk, it turned out, as we made our way to my car. Ten minutes later, we were home, and I was glad mom and dad were at a party of their own; they didn't need to see Amy like this. I don't know how we managed, but somehow we got up the stairs as Amy was waving her arms around, making sure I knew and understood what a total bitch Kelly was. "She could never love him like I do," Amy said, slumping against the wall. Love sounded like luff, and the rest of her words were slurred just as badly. "I know, Sis," I said. I needed to get her to bed so she could sleep it off. "And that bassstard said she kisssses better than I do," she said. Amy stood there leaning against the wall looking at me, her head weaving with her intoxication. "You don't believe it, do you?" she asked, leaning against the wall. "Believe what?" I asked. "That she's a better kisser," Amy said. "I..." I had no idea how to answer that. Amy decided to help me with my answer. Her arms flew around my neck, heavy like sodden ropes as her lips fell upon mine, her tongue a surprisingly alert vanguard for one so intoxicated. I was too stunned to resist or object, and instead I found myself responding by sliding my arms around her waist, returning her kiss. Our lips melded together as one, her tongue enticing mine into an oral dance. Amy pulled herself closer to me as our lips lingered together, and I became suddenly aware of my cock getting hard. "See?" Her lips pulled back from mine. "I love you." Rum assaulted my nose. "I love you, too, Sis," I said. Kris' arms fell from my shoulders as she stumbled against the wall, and I momentarily lost my balance as well, falling against her, and Amy sputtered, laughing. Her hands groped at my chest as I steadied myself, my face mere inches from hers. "Too many clothes," she said. "I have... way too many clothes on." I looked down to see Amy's fingers at her waist, unfastening her jeans. I heard the gentle hum of her zipper descending. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Getting undressed, silly," she said. "You need to get undressed, too." Suddenly her fingers were at work on my jeans, and I caught her hands with mine just before she got them unfastened. "So you want my shirt off first?" she asked. Her fingers began working on buttons. "Amy we need to get you to bed," I said, trying to steer her by her shoulders. "That's the whole idea," she said, smiling at me and licking her lips. "We take our clothes off and then we..." Suddenly her bleary eyes cleared and widened. "I think I'm gonna be sick." We made it into the bathroom just before an evening of alcoholic indulgence took its toll. I held her hair back as she puked up the contents of her stomach, and then I practically carried her to her bedroom. Amy was out of gas now, almost completely limp. I managed to get her onto the bed and covered up and was about to walk away when she grabbed my hand. "Don't go," she said. "Stay with me for a while." I crawled onto the edge of her bed and lay down beside her as Amy snuggled herself around my arm. Moments later, she was asleep, breathing hard and deep. I waited a few minutes, got up and left her room. The next morning, I managed to stop mom from waking her up. "I think she had a rough night," I said. "Did she get drunk last night?" mom asked. "I don't think so," I said. "I know she and Dave had a fight. I think they might have broken up." A couple of hours later, Amy stumbled into my room, wet hair, towel around her neck, wearing her bathrobe. She sat down next to my desk on the edge of the bed and leaned across the desk towards me. "How bad was last night?" she asked. "Which part?" I asked. She rolled her head and looked up at me. "How drunk was I and how out of control did I get?" "Pretty drunk and Bev had me come get you before you pulled Kelly's hair out," I said. Amy sat up. "Kelly? What did she do to make me want to pull her hair out?" "You caught her and Dave making out?" Amy's shoulders slumped and she sighed heavily. "I remember now," she said. Amy laid her head on my desk for a few minutes and then looked at me again. "When I woke up this morning," she said, "my pants were unzipped and my blouse was all but unbuttoned. Know anything about that?" "Ummm, yeah," I said. "You were getting undressed in the hall right before you threw up." Her eyebrows raised. "Did I do or say anything?" she asked. I sat silently. "What did I do?" she asked. "Besides unzipping my pants?" I asked. Amy's eyebrows raised and her face turned red. I nodded. "And then you threw up and I put you in bed," I said. "That's about it. "I put you in bed and sat with you until you went to sleep," I said. Amy got up, tossed her towel on the chair and hugged me. She kissed me gently on the cheek. "Thanks for bringing me home," she said. "And for being so good to me." "What was I supposed to do?" I asked. She didn't answer me; just hugged me again, grabbed up her towel and walked out of my room. Five months later, it was my turn to graduate high school. My grades and test scores had turned out well, and I started finalizing plans to follow Amy to college. She'd enjoyed another spring break away from home, once again giving mom cause to be riled up. She arrived home for the summer one week before my graduation, hugging me as tight as anyone after I walked across the stage. Amy returned to her job as a waitress at a local diner for the summer. She already had a job waiting in the fall at one of the bars off campus, and much of her at home time was spent studying for her future job. But that was two and half months in the future for both of us. First, we had to survive the summer and work to sock money away. The job I'd had for the last two years working in a local warehouse opened up into an opportunity for a night shift position. The hours would suck, but my money would nearly double. I jumped on it, wishing like hell I'd had better sense a week later. I'd managed to adjust okay to working nights, sleeping days, but I could already tell going the other direction with it in the fall was going to be a ball buster. My work week was Friday through Tuesday, leaving me with two days off in the middle of the week. Getting sleep on the weekend with everybody home was going to be a challenge. I leaned against the counter in the kitchen one night wolfing down the last of my hasty breakfast/dinner, looking at Amy as she flipped the pages in one of her books. My sister was doing wonderful things for tight shorts, jeans and swimsuits, and commanding my attention when she trod through the house in the morning, after mom and dad were gone to work, usually wearing a long t-shirt and panties. She caught me looking. As I felt my face flush with embarrassment, she smiled at me. Amy and I had gone to a movie together shortly after she came home from school, but our schedules were keeping us from spending much time together. Neither of us was happy about that. At the end of my second week, on my 'Friday,' my entire shift got held over helping repackage a couple of priority shipments, and I didn't get home until after ten in the morning, more than three hours later than usual. I walked through the front door at home hungry and dead tired. I was too grungy to go into the kitchen, so I went upstairs to take a shower. I'd eat after I cleaned up. I walked into the bathroom Amy and I shared, noticing she'd already been in and out of the shower. Fifteen minutes later, clean and feeling much better, I headed downstairs to the kitchen wearing nothing more than a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Amy looked up at me as I walked in. "You got home kinda late," she said, shifting in her chair. Though she'd taken a shower, she was still only wearing a t-shirt. "Yeah," I said, opening the fridge. "We had a couple of extra loads we had to work." "I missed my alarm clock this morning," she said. I looked at her with raised eyebrows as I sat down across from her. "Your alarm clock?" I asked. "Yeah. Every morning, I wake up to the sound of you cranking on the shower. I got an extra hour of sleep this morning without you here," she said. "I didn't know I was making that much noise," I said. "It's not you," she said. "It's the water when you turn on the shower." We sat there in silence for a couple of minutes as she finished eating and I started. When she was done, she pushed away from the table and carried her dishes to the sink. "This schedule of yours stinks," she said. "How are we supposed to spend any time together?" We'd hung out a bit the few days before my new work schedule kicked in. Amy and Dave had not gotten back together, and neither of us had a significant other, so we were the default companionship for one another. "I guess we'll have to make the best out of the time off we have," I said. "I guess," she said, leaning back against the kitchen counter. Something about her had my attention, but I couldn't quite place it. Was she...? "Are you wearing my underwear?" I asked. Amy looked down and raised the hem of her t-shirt, revealing that she was, in fact, wearing a pair of my briefs. I'd never actually seen a woman wearing men's briefs before, and my own sister or not, I was speechless. "I think they look pretty good on me," she said, raising her shirt until her belly was bare, then turning side to side, showing me how the fabric stretched across her ass. Kissing Amy Beneath the table, out of her view, I could feel my cock swelling. "Yeah." It was all I could say. "You weren't expecting to see me wearing your drawers, were you?" she asked. The look on her face told me she knew exactly what she was doing. "You want them back?" she asked. What was I supposed to do, tell her to take them off? I sat there, silent, not sure what to say or do. Amy let go of her shirt, the cloth dropping to cover her body, her hands still beneath the cloth. She turned sideways and skimmed my shorts down her thighs, letting them fall from their perch when they passed her knees. Her fingers caught them up from her ankle. "Here," she said, walking to the table and handing them to me. "They might be... a little wet. Sorry." She dropped them onto my thigh, smiling at me. "I'll see you in a bit," she said, turning to leave the kitchen. "I'm about to go to bed," I said. "Okay." I resisted the urge to watch her walk up the stairs, hoping, yearning for her shirt to be shorter, or that she'd pull it off as she headed to her room. I was done with breakfast, and as I got up from the table, I raised the briefs she'd dropped on my thigh to my face. I wasn't a virgin. I'd been with two different girls, but for the first time, I took conscious notice of the arousing wetness a woman can leave in the crotch of a pair of underwear. And, my sister had left her wetness in the crotch of my briefs, intentionally, for me. What was she doing? What was I thinking? Suddenly, my erection ceased pulsing and began to throb, unmistakable beneath my shorts. As I headed to my room, I prayed Amy would still be in hers. I made it to my room without incident, closing the door behind me. I raised the briefs to my nose and inhaled, smelling my sister's musk. I dropped the briefs to the floor beside my bed as I stripped off my t-shirt and shorts to climb into bed. I'd started sleeping nude a couple of months earlier, and though it hadn't been my intent when I came home, now I was going to masturbate. I'd never really dwelt on it before, but now, I was coming to terms with the realization that some of my best fantasies involved Amy. How would she react if she knew? As I settled against the pillows, I wrapped a hand around my cock and began to stroke gently, imagining her peeling her panties down her thighs, and then lifting her t-shirt over her head and... Amy knocked on the door and I just barely managed to pull the sheet up over me before she pushed the door open. "Come outside with me," she said, leaning in, almost pleading. Gone was the t-shirt. Now, Amy wore a pink bikini, mere hints of it visible as she leaned into my room. "I'm wiped out, Sis," I said. "I'm just gonna go to sleep." Amy pushed to door open and stepped into my room. She wasn't wearing just any bikini. It was one she'd bought over spring break, and mom had nearly stroked out when she saw it. It wasn't just that the garment was scant, barely covering her; the cloth was thin, nearly see through when dry, to say nothing of how revealing it probably was when wet. "I don't wear it to swim," Amy had said. "I just wear it to lay out." "And what if it gets wet?" mom had asked. All Amy did was shrug her shoulders. The net result was mom telling her not to wear it anywhere in public. I knew Amy wore it as often as she could. Now, with her wearing it here in my room, I was suddenly possessed of understanding. All at once, I knew my sister had a belly stud, nothing more than a mere patch of pubic hair residing at the top of her pussy, and her nipples, though not fully erect, promised small gumdrops atop pink silver dollars. Small patches of cloth held her breasts, and an even smaller strip of translucent cloth swept down between her thighs. My cock throbbed beneath the linens. I wanted to roll over, but I didn't dare; if I rolled over, my erection would tent the sheets in a most obvious fashion. "Come on," Amy said, sitting down, almost hopping onto the edge of my bed. She grabbed my hand into hers and pulled it to her, holding it just below her breasts. "Bev has to work this morning," she said. "If you don't come outside with me, I'll be all alone." She kissed my hand and then held it to her, pressed against her upper chest. "You don't want me to be alone," she said. I was suddenly wide awake. Her touch, her warmth, her hot body in that bikini... What I wanted... "Amy..." "I won't take no for an answer," she said. Amy let go of my hand and climbed onto the bed, straddling me and throwing her hands forward as she leaned over me. "Whatcha gonna do? Huh?" She squeezed me with her thighs as she lowered her face to mine, kissing me lightly on the lips. "You've got nowhere to go and you can't throw me off." "You don't think so?" I asked. Was she daring me to throw her off? Amy tilted her head to the side, flipping her brunette hair from her face. "If you throw me, I'm either going into the wall or hard onto the floor," she said, "and you don't want to do that. Do you?" She kissed me softly on the lips again. "So, what? You're going to sit on me?" I asked. "Until you agree to go outside with me," she said. "I'm not going to get much sleep like this," I said. "I don't want you to go to sleep," she said. "I want you to come outside so we can spend some time together. We haven't done anything together since I've been home. You can sleep later when I go to work." "What do you want to do?" I asked. "Other than go outside?" Amy sat up, raising her arms and sweeping her hair back over her shoulders. Her breasts rose and fell seductively with the motion, and I had a direct view straight into her crotch. The cloth was tight against her sex, every contour of her womanhood concealed by pink cloth, but clearly outlined. "I'm sure we can think of something," she said. Her hands dropped in front of her, one hand resting on my belly, the fingers of her other hand grazing the edge of my back. She suddenly grabbed the sheet and pulled it back sharply, not unlike somebody trying to reign in a horse. I managed to grab a small handful of sheet, and we tugged against one another for control of the linens. "Come on," she said. "You might as well give in, because you know I'm not going to give up. I'm going to ride you until you yield." "Did you just say ride?" I asked. I lost my grip on the sheet and Amy fell backwards off of my hip as she pulled the sheet away from my body. We both stopped breathing and she let go of my hand as her mouth dropped open. "You're naked," she said. "Yeah." I was still lying on my side, and my thigh concealed my cock from her view for the moment. Amy let go of the sheet, which fell into a pool of cloth at my feet. Awkward silence filled the room. "Well," she said, taking a deep breath and laying a hand on my calf, "you don't have to take anything off to put your swim trunks on." "I'm not putting trunks on," I said. "You're coming outside naked?" she asked, a mischievous smile creeping across her face. "I like the idea of skinny dipping." "No," I said, sitting up to reach for the covers. "I'm going to sleep." Normally, I'd be able to just reach down and pull the covers up. Amy blocked me, though, surging forward, trying to push me back against the bed. Up on her knees, she had a leverage advantage, and I twisted on the bed in an effort to gain control. I realized I wasn't going to get the sheet back easily, as she managed to crawl onto the pool of cloth. And, suddenly, Amy stopped struggling with me and sat back on her heels, almost collapsing onto the bed. No longer hidden from view, my cock throbbed in the open. "Wow." Four years of high school baseball and working in a warehouse had done me good, and now I sat there, my fingers intertwined with my sister's as she stared at me. "Is this..." Amy was at a loss for words. Our fingers slipped apart. "Are you hard because of me?" she asked, finding her voice. She looked over the side of the bed at the briefs she'd worn. "Did you get hard watching me wear and take off your shorts?" Reluctantly, I nodded. "You were going to..." Amy was at a loss for words. She shifted on the bed, making herself more at home. "You were going to masturbate, thinking about me getting your shorts wet and taking them off." I sighed hard as I relaxed and fell back against the pillow. Amy sat there, chewing on her lower lip. She took a deep breath, leaned forward and began a slow, deliberate crawl towards me. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I miss spending time with you," she said. "When I'm gone to school, I miss you. I just want us to spend some time together." "I miss you, too, Sis," I said. "But I'm home, now," she said, "And you don't have to miss me so much." Amy straddled me again, only this time, I was flat on my back and my cock throbbed mere inches in front of her. Her fingers gently surrounded my throbbing erection. "You are really hard," she said, sliding her hand up and down with a smooth, easy motion. She slid her hand down my shaft, her fingers opening up to fan out against the lower flat of my belly before sliding down to cup my balls. I looked up at Amy's chest to see her breasts rising and falling a little faster, her nipples a little harder than they'd been earlier. Amy looked back up at me as she pulled her hand from between my legs. She leaned forward, raising up over me, walking herself forward with her hands, her hair shadowing her mischievous smile as she licked her lips. "I can't believe you're so hard," she said, leaning down and kissing me. "If you'd wear some clothes...," I said. "What? You don't like my swimsuit?" she asked, sitting back. Now, I was looking straight down her cleavage, gravity causing her breasts to be heavy against the cloth. "You look great in it," I said. "Uh huh. I'll bet you want to see me out of it, though." Amy leaned forward again, catching my hands in hers and lowering herself until her lips were mere inches from mine. Her breasts rested against my chest and her eyes danced as she licked her lips. She dipped her neck, brushing her lips against mine. "Kiss me," she said. My heart pounded in my chest as my cock throbbed between us. "What?" I asked. "Kiss me," she said again, her face hovering near mine. I leaned up and brushed my lips against hers. Quickly. Briefly. I fell back against the bed as my sister continued to loom over me. "That's it?" she asked. "I know you're a better kisser than that. "I remember when we kissed at New Years," she said. "You do?" I asked. She nodded. "Kiss me," she said. "Like you did at New Years." Amy lowered herself against me. She was so warm. Her lips were soft as they pressed against mine, molding slowly as our faces turned against one another. Our mouths parted and then rejoined as our tongues darted forth. It felt like my heart was going to burst from my chest; like my pulse was racing at a million beats a minute. A moment later, Amy pulled back from me as she took a deep breath and her knees dug into my side as she flexed her thighs and squeezed me with her legs. She smiled awkwardly as she pushed herself up and turned loose of my hands. She sat back, pulling her hair from her face, her chest rising and falling somewhat raggedly, her nipples clearly straining against the cloth. She looked down at my still throbbing cock. "Can I touch it? You don't mind if I touch you, do you?" she asked as her fingers stroked the shaft again, the pad of her thumb tip rubbing up underneath and then over the head of my cock. "No," I said, choking out my answer as I realized her thumb was now wet with pre-cum oozing from my cock. She realized it, too, and instead of wiping it off on my sheets or rubbing her thumb on my thigh, she looked straight at me and licked her thumb clean. Amy raised up on her knees and crawled forward, to the point where her knees were online with my upper chest. I looked up at her as she remained like that, all but standing over me, and as my gaze travelled up her thighs, I froze when my eyes locked on the pink cloth between her legs. The pink cloth, nearly sheer all on its own, was now darkened with moisture as Amy's pussy began to swell with arousal and get wet. I remained focused on this hard to miss sign of my sister's arousal, but out of the corner of my eye, I noticed her sweep her hair to one side of her head. Amy looked down at me, her mouth dropping open as she realized where my eyes were. She lowered a hand down her body, bringing it down past her belly to cover her crotch. Slowly, seductively, her fingers slid between her thighs, half to shield herself from me, half to give herself pleasure. She sighed deeply as her fingers pressed in and she sank back down against me. I was at a loss for what to do with my hands, and not sure how she'd react, my fingers gently made contact with her calves. Amy smiled and licked her lips, her head tilted to the side as she sat on me again, this time, squarely on top of my cock. She breathed in deeply and wiggled a little as she settled against me, her hand sliding from between us. I was beside myself, not sure what to do. This was like a wide awake dream, but I couldn't, I had no desire to stay hard all day, and without some relief, my erection and my balls would start to hurt eventually. And all of that was on top of the fact I was exhausted, something effectively gone from my mind at the moment. I just didn't know how serious my sister was about what we were doing or if she just intended to tease the fuck out of me. Literally. I'd shifted myself under her while she'd been up on her knees, and now we were centered on the narrow twin bed. "What am I going to have to do to get you off of me?" I asked. Amy smiled and exhaled sharply, not quite a chuckle as she leaned forward, bringing her face close to mine. "Do you want me to get off?" she asked. "Or do you want me to get off of you?" She kissed me softly on the lips. "Because the only way I'm getting off of you is if you'll come outside with me," she said. "And I'm not so sure I want to go outside right now." She kissed me softly again, her tongue darting out. "There's nothing I can do to persuade you?" I asked. "Not a chance," she said. "I like where I'm at right now." I brought my hands up from her calves to her thighs. I figured if she could tease me, I could tease her. Best case scenario, this would keep going where my cock hoped it was going. Worst case scenario, she'd bring things to an abrupt halt, and I'd have to take things into my own hands. My fingers gently stroking her thighs, Amy smiled at me. "I want you to kiss me again," she said, pulling my hands to her hips. "You want me to kiss you?" I asked. She nodded. "Kiss me like you want me," she said. "Not like I'm your sister. Leave me breathless and make my heart pound." She didn't wait for me to say anything before leaning into me and pressing her lips to mine. Her mouth met mine, open, lips parted, tongue seeking. Amy's body practically melted against me as our mouths molded together, our breathing labored, shallow, urgent. My hands crossed the narrow gap from her thighs to her torso, wrapping around her back, reaching for her shoulders, pulling her against me. I felt Amy's thighs and body flex as she ground herself against me, her mound hot against my trapped phallus. Amy's lips pulled away from mine, the supple skin slowly peeling as though coated with a moist adhesive. She smiled as she took shallow rapid breaths. "Yeah," she said, her breath hot against my face. "Like that. Kiss me like that again. "Make my pussy wet." Her lips were passive this time, and mine aggressed hers. She gave her mouth to me, and I didn't so much hear as I felt her moan as she pressed herself against me, her hands clutching at me. Amy pulled her lips from mine, turning her head to the side as she rolled her hips against me. I felt her squeeze me with her thighs and slowly sit up. With her eyes closed, Amy slowly rolled her hips, and with her body at more of a right angle to mine, now I could feel exactly what she was doing as her cloth covered pussy rubbed squarely against the head of my cock. It seemed like the natural thing to do, so I pulled down on her hips and thrust my hips upward as she pressed down against me. "Ohhhmygawwwd," she said, her words full of air as she exhaled deeply. Amy pushed herself up, rising on her knees as she held onto the headboard of my bed. I looked down and saw the wet spot on her bikini bottom had spread. I looked up, right into her chest. Amy's mouth hung open as she breathed hard. She opened her eyes to see me looking up at her. Her eyes were glazed with arousal and lust, and I watched with amazement as Amy relaxed her shoulders, dropping her breasts closer to my face. I ran my hands up her thighs, up along her side and brought them up underneath her breasts, my thumbs brushing across her nipples. Her gum-drop sized nipples pressed back against me, and as I pressed in on them, she squeezed me with her thighs again. Amy reached between her breasts and tugged on the string holding her top together. The cloth fell away from her breasts and she tossed it to the floor, letting her body sag even further against me. "Suck them," she said. "I know you want to. Kiss me and lick me and suck my nipples." It was a welcome invitation, and as I suckled my sister's tits for the first time, her body sank back against me. "Ohhh, that feels good," she said. Her nipples swelled against my tongue as I sucked on them. My hands left her hips, and in another of what was rapidly becoming a series of firsts, I cupped her breasts in my hands as I sucked her tits. Amy had her eyes closed, and as I continued to suckle her, she ground her wet, swollen pussy against my throbbing cock. "Ohhh, that feels good," she said. Her fingers caressed the side of my face as my tongued traced around a swollen nipple. My hands wandered back down her body, and as my fingers encountered the waist band of her bikini bottom, instinct took over and I began trying to peel it from her body. Amy raised herself up as I pulled the cloth down, my effort restricted simply because she was straddling me. Lust filled her eyes as her chest heaved. Her breasts swung gently with the rhythm of her movement as she continued to rub against me. Slowly, Amy crawled off of me, her knee sliding gently off of the bed until she stood beside me. She took my hand and brought it up between her legs, pressing it against her crotch. Now, there was no hiding the fact she was aroused. The cloth was virtually see-through, and she pressed my hand against the thin cloth covering her sex, my hand was consumed by the sensation of the warm, moist heat radiating from between her legs. "That's all your fault," she said. "All my fault?" I asked. My cock continued to throb, jumping with each beat of my heard, thumping against my belly. She nodded. "Want me to take these off?" she said. She'd released my hand, hooking her thumbs into the waistband, leaving my hand to cup her swollen sex. I nodded. "Okay,"she said, "but I want to watch you jack off." "You want to what?" I asked. "Just for a minute or so," she said, the fingers of her hand sliding between my hand and her pussy. As she began to finger herself, I took hold of my cock. My cock was wet from her sex oozing. Slowly, I began to pump my cock, being careful to not give myself to much pleasure. If all of this was headed where I thought it was going, I didn't want to cum yet. My hand found a slow, steady rhythm, and Amy stopped pleasuring herself long enough to skin out of her bikini bottoms, kicking them to the side as she stepped out of them. Her sex wasn't just wet and swollen, it was red, and for the first time, I knew what a pussy looked like when it was really ready for sex, close to climax. Kissing Amy I watched as Amy slowly slid a finger inside herself, her eyes closing and her mouth opening as she gave herself pleasure. She opened her eyes again as she withdrew her finger and reached for my hand. A moment later, my finger was inside her, guided by her hand, and within a few seconds, I was making my sister gasp with pleasure as I fingered her pussy. And then, she stopped, clenching her thighs together and holding my hand tight against her, then pulling it from between her thighs. Amy pulled my hand from my cock, leaning forward just long enough to lick the head of my dick, pop it into her mouth, suck it once, then let it fall free. I watched her tits swing heavily as she crawled back on top of me, reclaiming the position she'd been in earlier. This time, though, as she settled against me, she took my cock in her hand and pulled it up against her sex, riding it like a stick horse with a slight, tentative motion. Neither of us said a word as we made eye contact. Still rolling her hips, gently rubbing against my throbbing erection, Amy leaned forward, bringing her face next to mine. I was starting to ache now. My balls felt like stones, and I knew that regardless of what transpired, when I came, I was going to shoot a torrent of cum. Amy let go of my cock as she lowered her hips atop mine. She placed her fingertips at my lips and my tongue darted out, giving me my first taste of my sister's pussy. "Do you love me?" Her words were a raspy whisper as her eyes darted back and forth, scanning my face. I nodded resolutely, placing my hands on her hips. Her naked hips. "Tell me you love me," she said. "I love you, Sis." "Tell me you love me and that you want to fuck me." Her hair, down around her face, fell upon me as she leaned down to kiss me. "I love you, Amy," I said. "I love you and I want to fuck you." Amy fell flat on me, my cock pinned between us, her tits flat against my chest as she snaked her arms around my neck. She held me like that for a good minute or two before letting go and pressing herself up. Amy pressed her lips to mine, her tongue surging into my mouth as she reached down between us to grab my cock. She raised up and reached between her legs, cupping my balls in her hand. "Ohhh." She looked at me she moved into position over me again. "You're ready to cum hard, aren't you?" "Yes," I replied. I watched as Amy rose on her knees, carefully aimed my cock up between her legs and impaled herself on my cock. "Ahhh." She smiled, a look of pleasured content on her face. "I love you, little brother," she said, leaning forward. "I want you to fuck me and fill my pussy with your cum." My cock throbbed as she began to rock against me, rolling her hips, fucking me. Slowly, we found a rhythm, moving together, moving against one another. Amy was hot, and it nearly felt like she was going to burn my cock off, but she was wet, too. Really wet, and the sensation of her riding my cock was unlike anything I'd experienced when having sex before. Amy began to moan and breathe hard, a slight sheen of perspiration on her body. "Thrust... in... to... me..." she said, her breath coming hard and shallow as her movements began to become irregular. "Fuck me. " "Like this?" I asked, grabbing her hips and pulling her down on my cock as much as I was thrusting my hips upward. "Oh gawd, yesss..." she hissed as her hands grabbed at the bed. "I'm gonna cum in you, Sis," I said. "Ohhh..." "I'm gonna cum in your pussy and fill you with my cum," I said. "Do... it..." she said. "Fuck your sister's pussy. Cum in me, little brother..." My cock erupted inside her, and for a brief flurry of seconds, we bounced together, nearly out of control, grounding against one another as we struggled to stay together as we climaxed, as I shot my semen deep inside her pussy. And then, it was over, and Amy collapsed against me. Hot, sweaty, and sticky. We lay together, my softening penis still inside her as she remained on top of me. I know it sounds clichéd, and men are notorious for going to sleep after sex, but that's what I did. I was exhausted anyway, so it shouldn't have surprised anyone. I woke up late in the afternoon, and though Amy wasn't in the room, I somehow knew she'd gone to sleep with me. I could sense we'd spent a good bit of the day together in bed, asleep. I stumbled to the bathroom , not thinking to put on any clothes. After finishing in the bathroom, I stumbled back to bed, noticing, in the back of my mind, Amy's bikini laying on my bedroom floor. Before crawling back into bed, I looked out my window into the backyard. Amy and Bev were sunbathing topless in the backyard. Bev, facing away from our house, couldn't see me at the window. Amy, on the other hand, was laying face up, looking toward the house and saw me. She was wearing a light blue bikini bottom that was every bit as see through as the one laying on my floor. Bev looked away and Amy blew me a kiss. I went back to bed and slept another three hours. Amy woke me up as she headed to work that night. "What are you doing tonight?" she asked. "I dunno," I said, rubbing sleep from my eyes. "I'll see you when I get home?" she asked. "What? Yeah, of course," I said. "Good." Her lips pressed against mine and she disappeared out of my room. And in case you're wondering, yes... this was just the beginning. Kissing and Hugging with Fred My wife Teri is one busy lady. In addition to running her own real estate business, she goes to the gym, swims twice a week and serves on the board of the local chamber of commerce. Both of us love to go out dancing when we happen to be free on the same evening. I wanted to learn some salsa dance steps, so when a friend told us about a new Latin dancing class, we began taking the class in the city two nights a week, and stayed afterward to dance at the club where classes were held. At forty-one, Teri was far and away the most gorgeous woman on the dance floor. Her usual dance costume featured a smoothly fitting skirt that showed off her long lovely bare legs. To make sure her skirt showed no ugly panty line, she didn't wearing any panties. She also didn't wear a bra under her blouse because, she said, her breasts were small enough to have natural uplift, and the blouse felt good on her nipples. She denied that there was anything overly sexy about her costume. A real estate professional has to look her best at all times, right? Of course that includes her recreational dance attire. Meanwhile every time we went dancing I got to hear this one guy swear he could smell the intoxicating musk of her naked pussy once she had been dancing awhile. She shrugged when I told her that, and said, "Some people have overactive imaginations." She didn't change her outfit. Anyway with her dark hair and 120 pounds of luscious curves, Teri looked every inch a Latin dancer, and she has the undulating hips to match. Our instructor Frederico usually called on her to be his partner when he demonstrated new steps. When Frederico pressed his abdomen against hers while demonstrating a dance, I noticed that Teri never pulled away. I have to admit that I felt waves of conflicting emotions when I watched them together: intense jealousy and equally intense arousal. I knew she enjoyed the impact that watching had on me because when she returned to the table after dancing with Frederico or another guy, she always rested her palm on my lap to confirm that I had a hard-on. In fact, she was so used to finding me with a rigid cock that she would just lean over and whisper, "Tell Old Faithful he can erupt for me when we get home." Teri has always known that I have fantasies about watching her fuck other guys. "There's no way I'm going to do that," was her usual rejoinder. But she sometimes asked questions that got me talking about my fantasies. I've always been sure she would enjoy being completely out of control if she ever did the wild things I imagined for her. Our instructor was christened with a whole string of Spanish names, which he shortened to Frederico Mendez on his business cards. He always introduced himself to new students as Frederico, but after class he insisted that everyone call him Fred. Plain ol' Fred, a regular guy who happened to have piercing black eyes, a lean muscular body and killer dance moves. All the women in the class were hot for him. When they began singing a song they thought of to tease him with, Teri always joined in. The song they picked was that old one about seven little girls sitting in the back seat hugging and a-kissing with Fred. If you don't know that one, ask your grandmother about it. The song has the driver asking one of the girls to come join him in the front seat, but oh no, they're having none of that. They tell the driver to keep his mind on the driving, his hands on the wheel, and his snoopy eyes on the road ahead, while they have their fun in the back seat kissing and hugging with Fred. Dee doody doom doom, dee doody doom doom. It's a cute song. When the women sang it for him after class, Fred would pretend the song "confused" him. He would ask what kind of back seat it was that could hold seven girls hugging and kissing him (Fred) all at the same time. "Not that I would mind finding out," he would say with a big leering grin. Fred and I were only casually friendly, so I was surprised to hear him call me at work one day to ask if Teri and I could give him a ride home that evening after class. He had just sold his car, he said, because he had to go back to Puerto Rico for an indefinite stay. "Meaning no more class? I'm really sorry to hear that," I said. "Yes, I'll miss it too, Garrett. I think you know that I'll particularly miss Teri." Something about the way he said Teri's name made my cock start to harden. For a long moment, neither of us said anything. Fred left it to me to break the silence. "Why did you call me instead of Teri?" I asked. "Well, because you're the driver, Garrett," he replied in a husky voice. "The driver." Again his words hovered in the silence, but I was sure I knew exactly what he meant. "In the song, you mean," I finally ventured. "Yes." My heart started to pound. "Does she know you're calling me?" "No she doesn't," he replied. "But you think she'll—" "I know she will if you mention that song before we get in your car." Frederico had plenty of experience knowing which men loved watching their wives dance with other men. He somehow intuited that I would welcome his fucking my wife and was sure that my wife would surrender her scruples and climb in the back seat with him if I followed his instructions. "I'd like for us to leave without a fuss," he said. "When you park, do it in the garage around the corner," he said. "Will you do that?" "Yes," I said. We never had any trouble finding a parking space on the street on class nights, but I knew the dance hall shared a corridor connected to the parking garage. Parking there would let us slip out unobtrusively. Fred asked me not to tell anyone else that this would be the last class. He said he'd email everyone later to say goodbye. ....................................... "You're awfully quiet," Teri said at dinner that night. "Well, it seems that this is our last dance class with Fred, " I said. Teri shot me a challenging look. "What are you talking about?" "Hey, it's not my idea," I said. "He called me at the office." I told her he didn't want the rest of the class to know. "He has no car and wants us to give him a ride home. He told me he'll miss you particularly," I added. She stopped chewing and looked at me intently. "Do you mind?" she asked. Mind what he wanted to do to her, was that what she meant? I looked straight in her eyes and shook my head slowly. "No I don't." We didn't talk much during that ride to our last class. But when I drove past an empty space near the dance hall and turned into the parking garage, Teri asked what I was doing. "Fred asked me to park in the garage," I told her. I was sure Fred wanted to make a fast getaway because he was eager for what would happen next, and I wondered whether my wife knew that too. When Teri squeezed my hand I decided she had already guessed that I had given Fred tacit permission to fuck her. During this particular class Fred actually paid less than usual attention to Teri, asking two other women to help him demonstrate steps and turns. After class, Fred danced with several women before he asked Teri to join him. Teri danced once more with me and once with another guy. I had drinks for both Fred and Teri on the table when I motioned Fred to sit down with us, with Teri in the middle. As usual she quickly slid her hand onto my lap for a moment, discovering my raging hard-on while my mind raced through all the possibilities. When I squeezed her thigh, I wondered whether Fred was doing the same thing on the other side. "Did your husband tell you?" Fred said to Teri as he polished off his drink and stood up. "You two are giving me a ride." "Oh, I see. Does that mean I'm supposed to toss this down?" Teri said with a smile." Okay then, bottoms up." She tossed off her daiquiri. While we walked rapidly to the garage Fred told Teri he was leaving for Puerto Rico. She took his arm and said everyone would really miss him. She was still holding his arm when I returned from paying for parking. When I hit unlocked the car, Fred's hand was already on the door to the back seat. He opened the door and motioned Teri to get in. "You know how my song goes," he said with a big smile. "Seven little girls, yeah." I said. "I only see one." Teri climbed in back with a laugh. He climbed in after her. When I looked in the rear-view mirror, Teri's eyes caught mine. "Wow' I mimed silently as she blew me a kiss. Then I asked, "Where to?" "Into Golden Gate Park," Fred told me. "This is crazy, you guys," Teri murmured. My hands trembled as I gripped the wheel. I adjusted the mirror in time to see them reach for one another. "Tell the driver what you're doing, Teri," he said to her. "Looks like I'm hugging and kissing with Fred," she replied with a throaty chuckle. Then she said "mmmmph" as her mouth suddenly was smothered by his. I could hear a lot of moving around back there, and fragments of excited whispers. In the mirror I saw her kick off her shoes as I turned into the park and cruised slowly through the darkness. The sounds from the back seat mesmerized my senses. Alcohol fragrance on rapid breath, belt buckle and zipper unfastening, urgent mouths exploring flesh. My thoughts came at me in electrifying headlines. Through the darkness I could see flashes of Teri's white flesh as Fred peeled back her skirt and blouse. "Oh god," she cried. "Garrett, he's going to fuck me." In the mirror I could see her legs thrown wide open. Then I felt her naked foot rubbing the back of my neck. The sensation was so powerful that I had to pull over and stop the car. When I turned off the headlights we were plunged into total darkness. Teri's foot jerked away from my neck as he pounded into her. I turned my head to watch as she wrapped her legs around his back. With the car engine turned off, the sound of moistened bodies slapping together mesmerized me as he brought her to a series of noisy orgasms and finally came himself. When they were done, I was silent while they whispered to one another. I started the car and found my way out of the park. When we reached Fred's place, Teri stayed on her back, rubbing her legs against one another languorously. Fred got out of the car and crouched down to look me in the eye. "I'll never forget this," he told me. "I'm sure you won't," I replied. He leaned down again and blew Teri a kiss. For a second I thought he was going to climb right back in the car, but he turned and walked off. "Are you okay about having a whore for a wife?" Teri asked me as her naked foot once more stroked the back of my neck. "Careful what you do to me with that foot," I said. "I have to stay focused on driving back into the park." xxxxxxx Kissing and Telling B is a few years older than I am and 'between ladies' right now- he's hinted at a semi-recent breakup but for some time has been enjoying the single life. He's really not at all my type, except for being intelligent and generally attractive, but I'm drawn to him anyway. We'd met months ago but our acquaintance was exclusively through C, as they work together. Out of necessity, we've exchanged a few random instant messages in the past but about three weeks ago we began chatting in earnest. For the first time maybe ever in my life, the conversation got down to brass tacks almost immediately. There was a little flirting but mostly just to test the waters before we started making plans to meet, and after a few stops and starts (schedule conflicts are a bitch) I ended up at his place at about 10:30 last Friday night. Oh, God, even though we'd agreed this was only going to be (hopefully) an intense makeout session, I was so nervous I stood outside the door for several minutes trying to stop shaking. It's of the utmost importance to me that I appear calm and composed with him- I suppose it's my way of maintaining some feeling of control in a situation that has seemed from the outset to have been almost preordained. This isn't serious; it isn't emotional, but it's sure as hell SOMETHING and whatever it is had me excited and skittish as I've ever been. When he unlocked the door the deadbolt shrieked and momentarily shattered all of that carefully-constructed composure, but I pulled it together and went inside. I laughed because it was dark- he'd warned me days before that things were a mess and I'd suggested that he simply keep the lights off and I'd never know- and then he flipped on the hallway lightswitch. We took a few steps into the room and I leaned up against the wall while we made idle conversation, hoping my legs wouldn't give out and a little glad that I could so easily continue with the facade of nonchalance. "So how do we do this?" "I don't know. Turn out the light." And he does. Wow. It's suddenly VERY dark. I'm not used to rooms being this dark anymore, not where I live when even at night with the curtains drawn you can still see distinct outlines of everything. "Where are you?" he asks. "Really. I can't find you." I take his left hand and feel his fingers curl around mine. He moves closer and I feel his right hand touch my face, then he takes one more small step toward me and we're kissing. His lips are different but not bad at all and I'm not sure if it's a benefit or a drawback that I don't really have a comprehensive database for comparison. I let go of his hand and he rests it at my waist when I reach up to his neck. His skin is soft and warm and he smells better than any human being has a right to- a spicy-minty combination so unfamiliar I can't pick out any particular element and it doesn't actually matter because I can just keep breathing in and out while kissing him and it's still there. "Wait a second." I balance on one foot and then the other to take my boots off so the height disparity is a little greater. It's been a while since I've kissed someone taller than I am and damnit, I'm gonna make the most of it. A few minutes later, somehow, we're on the bed. On our sides facing each other at first, then he shifts and he's looking down at me. Kissing, nipping, biting... pulling hair and crushing ourselves together. He catches me under the knee and pulls my leg up high around his waist as he presses into me harder and harder, but still not hard enough. I can feel his teeth on my neck and I murmur the single word "Careful" because as much as I want him to, leaving marks would cause trouble later. I giggle and he asks what I'm laughing about, so I say that maybe it's because I'm enjoying myself. He counters with "OK... and what's the REAL reason?" and I laugh again and tell him that IS the real reason. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness so I can see it when he stops a few times and just looks at me. Since it's apparently my turn to ask 'why', I do and he says, "I'm just thinking about the things I'd like to do to you" and I think this is a very good answer. I don't really care if it's true since most of the alternatives are just as satisfactory, but I like that he said it anyway. Then it's mouths and teeth and hands again for a while. "Feel what you do to me." I do. I'm impressed with both of us. Minutes, hours, years later, he sits back on his heels and I try to make some sense of my hair. "I'm not supposed to trust you," I say. "That's OK." He leans forward, takes my head in his hands, and brings his mouth down on mine, hard. My legs are wrapped around his waist again and I decide that if we were naked, THIS is the point where some serious fucking would be occurring. Alas, we're not and it's not, but that doesn't stop us from acting it out pretty convincingly. "Am I the only one who wishes my cock was inside you?" "No, there're at least two of us here." I love the muscles of his back and arms. His hair is the perfect length to grab a handful and pull- and he LIKES it. He holds my hands and laces our fingers. He smoothes my hair away from my face and runs his thumbs over my cheekbones. He rests his forehead against my shoulder and breathes. It's a steady sound like he's trying to settle himself. His arms are trembling. But all good things must come to an end. It's been an hour and a half, give or take (TAKE!) and he has other plans soon. We keep kissing, though, so I ask how I'm supposed to leave. A few minutes later he asks me who's not letting whom leave. More kissing, and I say that he could just skip whatever else he's got on the line, but he says he can't. I don't ask why. After we're both upright again, he moves in to kiss me but I sway backward to prevent it, telling him I don't want to be blamed for keeping him any longer. He seems a bit miffed but it must pass quickly because when I laugh and kiss him anyway, he keeps his arms around me for a minute and kisses me back quite firmly. One more kiss at my car and we're on our separate ways. To be continued. Sooner rather than later, I hope. Kissing Away My Tears Twinkling lights in front of me, dancing and swaying. Endless streams of headlights below and rivers of neon as far as the eye can see hold me transfixed. It is like a dream, I think, to have come to this place. Months of secret desires, stolen moments had all come to this. Shivers run through me despite the heavy heat of the desert night. The anticipation that has held onto my every nerve for so long begins to bubble to the surface. I smile to myself . . . a secret wave of emotion causes me to blush, though no one else is here to see. He is my decadent secret. A secret kept close to my heart. One that cannot be shared with anyone else, but him. I pause for a moment to look behind me . . . a sea of candles provide the only light in the room. Rose petals create a pathway from the doorway to where I stand. Once again I turn to look at the city from my balcony far above the chaos. He will be here soon. I try to steady myself as another wave of shivers takes hold of me. From somewhere within my thoughts I feel him. I ache for this stranger; for the touch of his hands, the feel of his skin against my own. A thousand times, in a thousand ways I have been with him. But always in my dreams. Lost in a sea of thoughts, I am startled by a sound. I feel the soft touch of his hands on my shoulders, steadying me . . . pulling me to the present. Quietly, like a dream, he turns me toward him, pulling me into his embrace. Soft, gentle kisses fall on my nose, my eyes, my chin. Hands framing my face . . . drawing me in. More kisses, light whispering kisses on my lips. I tremble as a small tear escapes and rolls down my cheek. It is quickly kissed away and I am again drawn into his strong arms. The emotions of the last months overwhelm me, and he holds me for a moment. Timidly I say "I'm sorry," not daring to look up into his eyes for fear of losing myself inside them. "Shhhh . . . " he whispers. Fingertips, lightly brushing against my cheeks, silently reach up and close my eyes. Chills run down my spine as I feel his breath on my neck. His soft lips lightly touching . . . barely there. I stand transfixed . . . wanting to hold him, to touch him. But my legs feel as though they may betray me, and I clutch at the railing . . . my arms outstretched, my knuckles white with the effort. Whispers of kisses on my earlobes, my neck. Fingers gently running through my hair. Thoughts swirling through my mind, my knees giving way beneath me. A breath catches in my throat, and I grip harder on the railing fearing that I may faint. Arms holding me tight, sensing my need, pulling me so close I can feel his heartbeat. Still kissing . . . soft, sweet kisses on my lips. And I can no longer resist. Slowly, dreamlike . . . my eyes open and blink away the tears. His eyes . . . his beautiful blue eyes hypnotize me, drawing me into the fantasy. Releasing the railing my hands wrap around his neck and I return his embrace. Kisses, tender loving kisses . . . lips slightly parting. The tip of my tongue barely touching his lower lip. Slowly tracing it's outline, teasing. I pull back to look into his eyes once more and I see the pure desire in his gaze. A shiver of anticipation runs down my spine. My hands touch his face, hold it still . . . pull it close. His lips part slightly, and I gently kiss his lower lip . . . controlling the kiss. Making it my kiss to him and not allowing him to move. Gently I begin to lick his lip again . . . growing more daring I slowly pull it into my mouth. Slow, tiny little sucks to his lip. I feel him melt into me, and I kiss him deeply. Passionate kisses, tongues touching, tasting. One hand on my lower back, pulling me in . . . making me feel his desire. The other, holding my head in place as we kiss. Down, kissing down my neck. His body weight pushing me back into the railing. One hand gently pulling my hair, forcing my head back . . . leaving my neck exposed for his kisses, his tongue. The other hand, softly touching my breast. Fingers, so gentle, lightly touching my nipple through the thin material of my sun dress. My breath coming in short gasps, my body responding to his touch. Still kissing . . . kissing down my neck. His fingers reach to unbutton my dress. Deliberately slow, teasing me with every button. Exposing soft skin, kissing it, tasting it then moving to the next. Anticipation welling up inside me like never before. The dress, unbuttoned and useless falls to the ground. Another wave of chills runs through my body. Both hands, cradling my breasts. Holding them, kissing their soft curves. Reaching around and unfastening. Releasing the hooks, pulling the lacy cloth slowly from my body. Dropping it to the ground beside my dress. Both hands touching again. His skin hot on mine. Lips lightly brushing one nipple, fingers gently caressing the other. My hands guide his head, hold it there . . . allowing him to softly suck my nipples . . . first one, then the other. One hand . . . quietly reaching down. I feel a light touch and hear a soft moan escape from his lips as he feels how wet I have become. Kneeling in front of me, fingers hooking the sides of my panties . . . pulling them down slowly. Kisses on my tummy, kissing lower and lower. Panties tossed aside. A gentle flick of the tongue . . . a shiver. Tongue pushing forward ever so slight . . . a moan. Fingers gently parting me, making room for his tongue . . . a gasp. Leaning back against the rail willing the metal to steady me. My legs open slightly, involuntarily. His breath hot against the wetness. Tickling me with his tongue, tasting me. Slow, soft licks. One followed by another. His hands spreading my legs wider. His tongue licking deeper. My breathing getting shallow, faster. The tease of a finger . . . just a touch. I moan. Another touch . . . running inside me. Entering me slowly, seductively. A gasp escapes my lips, exciting him. Tongue licking firmly, finger sliding deeper. Then out again. Over and over, building me up for a release. He senses this and pulls away . . . leaving me begging for more. He stands, leans in and whispers softly in my ear, "Not yet, little one . . . " Holding my hand he leads the way from the balcony to the candle lit room. The scent of the rose petals heavy in the heat of the night. Laying me down on the soft mattress, leaning over me. Sweet tender kisses on my lips, my neck . . . lower to my breasts. Pausing there. Lightly touching the nipples, making them erect. Tip of his tongue flicking them softly. Drawing them in, sucking them softly, still flicking his tongue on my nipples. His right hand caressing downward . . . down between my legs. Spreading my legs. One finger, parting me, gently rubbing. Blowing lightly over my nipples, making me shiver from the sensation. Finger entering me ever so slowly. "Oh God . . ." I whisper as his finger glides deeper inside. Kissing down. Down between my legs. Finger gently stroking in and out. Tongue licking me softly . . . still teasing me. Kissing and licking and feeling me inside. Making my breath come in short gasps . . . enjoying the sensations he is creating. Another finger . . . slowly entering. The licking becoming more aggressive. My soft moans growing louder, arousing him further. Fingers out . . . tongue in. A loud, breathy groan escapes my lips and I part my legs wider for him. So aroused, so wet. His tongue probing deeper . . . pushing me to the edge. Again, he senses my excitement. But he does not pull away. His finger, still so wet from being inside me, gently slides down. Touching softly . . . rubbing, but not entering. And the anticipation pushes me over, taking me by surprise. I cry out as wave after wave of orgasms rock my body. My legs hold him in place, forcing him to lick me through the trembles that threaten to overtake me. Tears run down my cheeks from the long awaited relief. I relax, releasing him from my hold. Hands covering my eyes as I cry . . . the emotions overtaking me. Strong arms pull me in . . . soft, tender kisses to my forehead. His hand pulling mine away from my face . . . more kisses. Kissing away my tears . . . * * * * * I hope you enjoyed my first story submission to Literotica. Please take a moment to vote for my submission and / or to give me constructive feedback . . . thank you!