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Sara's Pregnant

By: youbadboy



Saaaa-ra. I always feel like I am asking for something. I Love the name Sara, and would beg her say it when we got back from OUR vacation, watching those red lips - Saa-ra - ending with her mouth open and its lewd meaning shared only by us. The obsession has only grown since we parted. To the world she is my sister, sweet and oh so innocent, the top of her head even with my eyes, brunette and darkening each year. I can just lean forward and kiss her forehead. Can anyone match my Sa-ra, especially the Sara that has driven my fantasies by absence? 

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What is it about a hot summers day and the smell of sea water that brings it all back? The fresh smell of warm humid Seattle air and I can feel her skin, her body sliding on me, those sweaty Florida nights. So here I am, chasing my siren, watching the rocks emerge, their spray forms on my upper lip. I am sweating. Envy, want, weakness. My seraph, Sa-ra. My brow is wet as I wear this crown of thorns. 

Here is my newest chapter.

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First. I didn't call ahead because there was no way of knowing what she'd say, and I really had nowhere else to go. I figured if I was just standing at her door she'd HAVE to let me in. It had been quite a while since I'd seen her. After Sara got married, I went to college and got in my own now dissolved relationship, and I tried to be with Sara. I flirted, played, called, emailed. We were close. We were still brother and sister I told her. We were normal I guess, in a dysfunctional sort of way.

I knew she was home, knew she was still married, and heard through mom and dad that she was pregnant. I got her address from them, feeding their hopes we may reconcile from a break for reasons they knew not. Pregnant. Fucking-A. I was so curious. What would my Sara look like pregnant?

Now, before I go on - and I will deny it forever, but a man can dream. Maybe she was ready to cross those little lines again? And for me dreaming was also remembering. But pregnant. Wow! I was trying to imagine her naked, pregnant and naked, what she would look like? Engorged breasts, hard nipples, and that perfect belly, sinking low hiding her pussy hairs down between her legs. Fat pussy lips. Mmmmm. It had been too long.

It was a building urge that started on our car trip, and I wished to fetch my Sara once again. But here is where deniability sets in. I mean, what else could I do but dream? Sara was married. Life goes on. So, absolutely, while I imbibed in these fantasies, my head thoroughly informed me of the 'reality.' Was she Happily married? Was she satisfied? In bed? Stop it!! These questions that lurked at the edges of my mind. Once you have sex with your sister, the erotic tension never leaves your relationship. I should know. And especially with my little Sara, the freest most erotic woman I had ever known, and with the most outrageous libido of any woman I had ever met. I mean, did she like to fuck! God dammit. 

Stop!! 

I could feel a wet spot forming in my pants as I walked up the steps to her house. No way she was fully satisfied.

At the very least I could SEE her, she was everything I desired, and could fulfill my visions that were fading. Her jerk-off factor was declining with my memory of her, and I needed it refilled. My heroin(e), my Sara, and I needed this fix bad.

DING 

I knew that, if I stayed, I could lay in her guest bedroom and conjure up her vision freshly seen, imagining her -pregnant- young body as I stroked my stiffy. Would she do the same after seeing me?? All this is happening in a split second by the way, standing at the door of a completely normal suburban home while waiting for the door to open. My heart pounding a million times a second.

I was mapping a path to her bed, no doubt about it. But at minimum a bed that was separated from her by a door, a wall, a shower curtain? Mmmmm. Maybe I'd hear her and hubby do the naughty. How fantastic would that be? Jerking off to her moans. 

I felt myself grow hard, danger. Great, she answers the door and I got a tent in my pants. Shifting my thoughts. Dripping is one thing but to stand there stiff. Do I hug her? Yes. That is normal. She will be opening this door, standing right there, a light flipped on. 

DING. 

I would touch her, more than once. How could I find a way to 'feel' her, which is a step more than a touch. A lingering caress. To hold my hand on her skin, a second too long. First she had to let me stay. 

Calm.

I breathed. No more than ten seconds had passed.

When the door swung open, she froze like a deer. And what I saw bordered on obscene; all the innocence I ever remembered all that naughty lurking in the corners, and in all the right places. Sara, innocence at the edge of perverted. It was all in the mouth. A permanent pout and smile. That lower lip! I melted. My Sara. Sara!! Surprise in her eyes, a surge of adrenaline, and cheeks that went instantly red.

"Holy shit," My pregnant Sara exclaimed.

She looked so hot in a tight pair of stretchy jeans and red V-sweater.

And I had to be real careful.

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She looked a little tired. And, my oh my, pregnant!

In a flash as she turned, her swollen belly peeking out from under that red sweater. The jeans nicely stretched, straining the zipper and button. I knew she would let me feel her belly, and at the thought I was stiffening again. 

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Well, after hearing my woes, she or I should say THEY let me stay. 

I say 'they' because Mark had to agree to it. From the beginning he never liked me, and that had not changed. Jealousy? How could it be? He never knew. No way had she told him. It made me nervous the way he was looking at me though.

"What are you doing here?" her voice breathless, I loved the surprise. I saw her hand involuntarily reach, ready to hold mine. But Mark was there and that hand stayed dutifully by her side.

And I did get the room of my dreams. 

A room right next to theirs, which was the guest room. Oh to be wealthy enough to have a guest room. I leaned against the wall that we shared. This was getting to be too much.

That evening I took a shower, a nice long slow shower. I loved the idea of being naked in the same house, rubbing soap across my chest. I began to fantasize about Sara naked, or walking about the house in a towel or nightie. Come in here, I thought. I remembered the times I had seen her, pulling back the shower curtain, the way she would turn toward me without covering herself. I began to lather up my crotch, all nice and slippery, feeling the warm water cascade down my back and began to stroke. Mmmmmm. I was so hard, if felt heavy in my hand. 

I closed my eyes, picturing her body. My voice low mumbles, "Do you always make coffee naked." "Mmmmm, yes, early before anyone else rises." "Where is Mark?" "Gone already." Mmmmmmm. "Yes. Someone else is rising early too."

Sara kneeling down in front of me, looking at my cock, as I am slapping at her cheek with it. Her mouth on me, wrapping her lips around its head. Popping inside. Oh God. I can see it. The softness of her slick pussy, all tight and hungry. Her eyes looking up at me, her white teeth, red mouth. Licking her lips. Ahhhhh.

Fuck.

"Welcome back." I breath in my own voice, and began convulsing in the shower as spurt after spurt of cum sprayed into the shower. 

Delicious. I rinsed and got out. I wiped the steamed mirror and looked, held my hands out in front of me. These hands had done just about everything with my sister. I stood naked and felt my cock rising again. Are you kidding me?

I wrapped myself in a towel - would she see me? Trotted off to my room. Nope. And got dressed in jeans and a T shirt, before going downstairs.

As I settled onto the sofa Sara caught my eye. That smirk. Was I imagining it? The corners lifted, and her eyes twinkling. What was she thinking?

She said, "Have a nice shower?"

You would have made it nicer. I felt myself blush, I looked away.

"Yeah."

Sara was still in jeans, but that would not be for too much longer. Her belly was really straining at the zipper and snaps. She was so fucking sexy. I kept peeking at her, and she was pretty much just ignoring me. Busy. Pregnancy does something to a woman's body. Her breasts were fantastic, pendulous. Her hair shined, her lips were swollen and red. She had this glowing look, ripe and full and I so wanted to run my hand over her hips.

I blurted out, "You're Pregnant! Mom told me. You look happy."

She just smiled and walked by.

When she came by again I said, "You look great." My eyes following a line down her body. She paused a beat, letting me look at her.

"Thanks." Her smile, the kind that forms a softening at her eyes.

My heart began to pound. "When you due?"

"Its my third trimester, like nine more weeks."

"Holy shit. Baby move much?"

"All the time," she had moved herself to the sofa. Her top was riding up leaving a bare swelling belly.

"Can I..." Oh god. First night. I wanted to.

She moved a little closer.

"Sure. It's moving a bit now." Her tone all innocent, she slid close. I lay the flat of my hand on her belly, and touched her soft bare skin. My fingers were trembling. I about exploded. Could she feel it? Was she? My little Sara. "Here, it's little foot is right here." She took my hand and slid it low under her belly, and beneath her navel. My fingers just grazing the edge of her jeans. Soft downy hairs running up her abdomen. "Feel it?"

I didn't. I wanted to and was sliding my hand along the edge of her jeans. She took my hand and pressed hard.

Ohhhh, this was too much. My fingers tucked just into her jeans. Her belly tight, the soft swell of her abdomen. Soft downy hair. And a ridge of hair up toward her navel.

"Yes. Yes. There." I could so totally feel it.

"Been kicking at me all day. So active. It makes my back hurt."

"It's so cool." 

She was still smiling, enjoying my response. All I could think of was her smell, and the warmth of her skin.

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It was the next week, and we had all sort of settled into somewhat of a routine. Mark in his suit. He was one of those suit and tie control freaks, not warm at all like my Sara. He was was reading something, and most of the time I tried not to be there until he left, but at the same time I have to have my coffee. 

Sara is not always up either, but this morning she was and made coffee. She was wearing a dark blue silk robe, light and soft, probably still in a nightgown. But I couldn't see it. Fantasies of her with nothing underneath. The robe opening lightly at her knees when she walked, swinging open and closed. I loved the way she looked and Mark did not even notice. 

What I did was.

She brought a cup of coffee to Mark and in the process stepped beside me as she set it at the table. Right at that moment, I lay my hand up under her robe on her thigh. Soft, warm flesh. It was instinct, honestly. I almost did not realize I had done it. 

I felt my sister jump, but she did not move away, at least not quickly. She made as if she were interested in something that Mark was reading, pausing, just standing there. By the time I realized what I had done, I was amazed at her not moving away from me. Mark had no idea. I was not going to mess up, and determined that this was all I was going to do.

But so long as she would stand there, I could not relent. I stroked her softly a little, did not move my hand from its spot at all. So there we were. That moment passed, her feigned interest ended and she moved to walk away. I felt her thigh tense before she took her first step. Dreading the loss of her touch my hand slid the littlest bit higher, I could feel the warmth rising along her inner thigh and then she was gone. 

No one was ever the wiser. Her cheeks were flushed as she sipped her coffee leaning against the counter. Mark folded up his papers and rose to leave.

The door closed, the rush of wind as it sealed. Sara still sipping her cup and looking at me sideways. Eyes of daggers, but little else. A smile?

Was she mad?

I tried to ignore, but those eyes, fixed. Her smirk. She says softly, no anger, "You fire starter bad boy. Do you enjoy your divinity?"

"What?" I, playing innocent. But fidgeting now. Where would this go?

"You did that purposely didn't you?"

"It was habit." I looked down my face flushing. She leaned back and stretched, the robe opening ever so slight. A deep V formed between her breasts, nothing, bare flesh.

She took a sip of her coffee and set it down. "So who keeps you in line Jason? A Bitch or a Feline? I bet pussy still tames you good." Her words jarred me, and not asked as a question, rhetorical or otherwise. Upon delivery she rose and left the room. 

I didn't get up, and in a moment she was back, as if nothing was said at all. It was in a blur. All she said was, "What are you doing today?"

I shrugged, "Looking for a job." It was like time had stopped and then started again.

"Mmmm." Smirk. She was thinking, pensive. Her cheeks glowing. Pregnancy or... "You want a warm up?" She held the pot out to me. It almost seemed suggestive.

"Sure." 

With the pot in hand she walked up slowly, padding her bare feet and stood in the exact same spot as five minutes earlier. Turning herself to pour my coffee.

I could just about hear her thoughts, 'I dare you!'

As she poured I once again lay my hand right at the back of her thigh, just above the back of her knees. My hand trembling, I could scarcely breath. The warmth of her skin, soft as silk flesh.

She sighed. I felt a frustration in her sigh, loneliness, frustration. Connection. It was coursing between us, refilling us. Like a wind hitting limp sails. My hand sliding higher until touching the arch at her butt, and no panties. Her naked body covered in a silk robe. I knew every inch. I wanted to slide my hand between her legs, knew she was wet. 

Her voice breaking in with a steady, "Jason." And absent encouragement, I let go, grasping my cup. I was trembling, she icy calm. Nothing on under that robe, I could not get that out of my head. 

I sipped, "Nice and warm."

She swung around and seated herself across from me, "You didn't answer. A bitch or a feline?"

So it was a question.

"I didn't know it was a question?"

"Hmmmm." That smirk. 

So I answered, "Well, 'she' started out as a Feline." I did not take my eyes off hers. Watching the color rise in her face. "Definitely. But a bitch can get the job done. As to your second question, YES."

Then silence and, "I got to get dressed," as she padded out the kitchen.

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It was stupid I know it was, and with every action there is a reaction.

Since I had now signaled my depravity, and unrequited (requited?) interest, she became distant. Not only that, she physically kept her distance.

At one point: "Nothing can happen while you are here?"

I stared at her like a bobble head doll. A 'Who me' puppy look, who had just despoiled the family meal.

"I'm serious. This morning was - NOT ok. And Mark was right there."

"I'm sorry. Really, it was like habit, I know that sounds stupid. But considering... And the way you were dressed. AND you teased me!"

"I wasn't dressed..."

"Exactly."

"...yet. Jason this is my house."

"I said I was sorry. Sorry. How many times you want me to say it."

"Till you mean it."

"Truth. I miss us."

"Jason."

"It just ended. You know. Out of the blue."

"Out of the BLUE. I got married!"

"Well, obviously. But, for me, it WAS hard. I mean, it is the kind of thing one needs to be weaned off of."

She smirked.

"You left me cold turkey."

"Not the way I remember it." We were suddenly silent. I knew our thoughts. Memories and images of us, and what passed between us. It was like a mutual flashback. If it had been a movie a million images would have been flashing on the screen. "So you my breast fed baby now? All lost without me." At that I stared directly at her tits. She blushed, "We did plenty of weaning. I gave you more than I should have." And a little pause, a little smile, "In fact, I weaned you a bit this morning didn't I?"

I met her eye, felt my cock jump.

"What you already apologized for." Her smile. "Or have you already forgotten?"

"These things take time."

"Well, try to behave. At least while Mark is around."

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Wean. We could wean. I turned over and over in my mind her words. 'Try to behave.' Try. Was this any level of permission, was there anything? I had no way of knowing. 'I weaned you this morning.'

That evening she curled herself on the sofa, watching TV.

Mark was sitting down but getting up all the time, wandering around the house. He seemed to always have something on his mind, fidgety. He had gotten used to having me around and that problem had passed entirely.

Sara's knees were tucked under her and her head lay on the back of the sofa.

I sat there in another chair with a perfect view of her. Turn my head one way TV, the other my Sa-ra. She knew I was looking at her, but ignoring me.

And what did I do? Fantasized. Letting my mind wander. That first night we shared a bed, peaking at her perfect body. My hand on her breasts. She was wearing a nightshirt, then in my imagination the clothes were gone and she was sitting on a chair with her legs wide, her delicious crotch wide open, pussy hairs, slit spread for me, her knees hooked on each arm rest. I mean, she had done this for me!

I could see her, completely naked. And now I was hard. My cock running along the zipper of my jeans. I needed to adjust. She would notice. 

The urge growing. Heat, my heart. Naughty, desire, anticipation. How wrong it would be. She's Sara, she loves to be bad. I knew that about her. No way she changed ThAT much. Enough of US survived. Her libido. It was wild, wild to the hilt. God I could ride her. How do you fuck a pregnant woman? What would she taste like?

I had to move, I couldn't just sit there. I said, "You want something to drink?" She glanced at me, smiled with a nod. I rose, and as I went by leaned in, whispered, "I could use a little weaning this evening."

Absolutely no response, my heart in my throat. I brought her back some ice water. She, sitting there, in the exact same position.

And a moment later, she rose and left. 

Shit. I'm such a fuck up. But then another moment, back in the same spot - in her robe! That little silk robe. I flushed. Her eyes darting for her husband's whereabouts, knowing her thoughts. 

'What if he walked in here?' 'Where is he?'

Sara moved her hand to her front and squeezed the front of the robe between her breasts pulling it tight, then slid her hand down soft over her belly, and up again. Smoothing the fabric over her body, letting me watch her touch herself. I had made her horny. I knew it. I thought about going over and sitting by her, but decided it would be too much and it would be over before it began. Let her. Let her feel it. Her hand lay across her breasts, and in another moment, her legs sliding open, her robe parting. Fuck. Red panties, set against that deep blue robe, the passage up her thighs the fabric of her panties over her crotch. Not naked under that robe. She left on her panties. She knew how I love panties!

Oh Christ. Her eyes flickered over my way, a slight smile. She slid down the seat a little allowing the robe to rise higher, opening, one side lay at the side of her thigh. Her knee swinging in and out, opening and closing, giving me a view of her panty covered puss.

As she did this was watching around herself, ready to pull it all in should Mark come in. She tucked her hand into her robe, covering her breast and gave her nipple a tweak as her legs swung open for me. 

It was better than her being naked, all imagination. I ran my hand over my crotch and rubbed lightly as I watched, drinking her body in. So delicious. Her eyes flashing to my hand, knowing my cock, the feel and weight, god How I wanted it in her mouth. Would she masturbate tonight? Would she cum for me? I could walk over there. Walk over. She would let me, but we both stay in place. I could picture her on my bed, legs wide frigging herself, fingers tucked inside. I wanted to open that robe and eat her, lick her wet juices right off those red panties, and pull her down on me. What would it feel like to have her sitting on me, on my lap bearing down on my cock. Her pregnant belly, squeezing her tits.


Sara's Pregnant



"Oh Godddd." I moaned.

Her eyes went wide, glancing around. I needed to be quiet. My mind racing. Sara raised her hips slid back again, and moved her hand between her legs.

Fuck, oh fuck.

Her hand slid between her legs, and the movement under her robe took on the unmistakable movement and steady rhythm. She was masturbating, squeezing her thighs around her hand. I wanted to kiss her as she did that. Kiss her neck and watch her lift her chin up. I knew I was in love with her. I always had been. That she was doing this. Our bodies were formed to the other. I knew her every thought. Her head turned to the side. She had pulled her robe closed now, not needing to be ready for the distraction of Mark, which next moment actually did occur. He walked in and sat down, she stopped all movement but left her hand where it was. 

When, he got up again and wandered off I asked, "What does he do?" surprising her. She began masturbating again as I stroked my cock.

"Oh, he has papers he goes through, things he fixes. The garage."

Silence again, hands roaming. Her cheeks flushed, and she was squirming now. 

"Good show." I said signaling to the TV.

"You like it." She smiled.

I just watched, and she continued, breathing deep. Her hand moving faster, chewing her lower lip, tipping her head back. Eyes closed now. It was too much. I ached. My hand running along my cock. I realized that at this point I could not bear a second longer, and began to scratch my fingers along my cock, I needed release. I was going to give my own show, and I needed to cum. Pressing, scratching along the length of my cock. She watched me with her eyes half closed.

I watched until the tell tale spasm of her body, the squeeze of her thighs, signaling a delicious little orgasm; and my cock sprayed inside my pants, leaving a stain.

We couldn't talk, we were idiots, masturbating for each other, watching each other cum. 

So this is weaning.

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Weaning can happen with words too.

It was afternoon, a lovely day and we were outside on the back patio.

"Sara. You remember that first night, we shared a bed." 

Her eye twinkled a moment, she answered evenly. "What about it?"

"Just seeing if you do. Best night of my life."

"Pervert."

She was cross stitching. A very unlike Sara thing to do.

"I can remember everything." She was silent. That light outside the window made you glow, I can remember how you look when you sleep. You had shifted right next to me, and for some reason, you probably didn't even know, but I lay my hand right at your stomach."

She looked up at me, "I was not asleep. Don't know why I let you. It was - nice. You were sweet."

"It's the first time I thought of you as sexy."

She laughed, "it's the first time I thought of you as a pervert."

"It was innocent."

"it was nice. It wasn't innocent."

"I fell back asleep like that, with my hand on you. And when I woke up my hand was in the exact same spot on you, but your bare skin."

She sighed. "That was because of ME actually. I lay there awake, your hand on my tummy. I wanted to feel it on my skin, it felt so nice against me, warm and heavy. I tugged and tugged my nightshirt up, and when your hand was safe there right against me, the warmth of your bare hand, I lay my head in your shoulder and then, finally, I could sleep. I remember the warmth."

I had never heard that part, she never said anything about it.

"You never said that." 

"No, considering what happened next."

"I massaged you."

"Yes, you did." She stretched out at the thought. Yes she was feline.

"I knew you weren't asleep?"

"No. Your hand, the moment it moved. Your every move I was aware of. Little circles over my tummy." She looked down at her swollen belly. "I thought you were going to touch my breast, and that's why I took your hand. But you were a persistent little bugger."

"I wasn't sure you had even been awake. You didn't pull your top down. And you kept holding my hand, so warm. Your breathing." 

She closed her eyes. "Stop."

"That is when I looked at you."

She blushed, "Stop."

"We were just covered by that sheet and I peaked at you. The light in the room illuminated your body. Burned in my memory. So beautiful, those white panties. First time I ever saw your breasts.

"I don't have that body any more."

"Oh you are still beautiful."

She smiled. "You can be sweet. And then I let go, and that hand of yours went right back at it. I hoped you would though. It felt nice to be touched, I knew you were looking at me. You looked ridiculous with your head under the covers. I let it happen. I shouldn't have but, I did. You were touching my panties now and I was like, this has to stop. I wanted it, but knew it was wrong. I took your hand again. I had to stop you."

"Oh god. I was so mortified when you looked at me under the sheet. Your growl, 'Get up Here'"

"It was then I knew just how WELL you could see me. Pervert."

"I apologized."

"HA. You are always apologizing."

"You held my hand again."

"Yes I did. 'You like looking don't ya.'" That was same phrase she used before. She remembered everything just like me. "The next night was when I was really conflicted about it, about you. It was so wrong. I was pretty vulnerable then. I did not feel all that pretty, hadn't had a good boyfriend in a long time. Excited about being in a bathing suit, and suddenly I have this boy in my bed."

"It was you who teased me with a description of the panties you were wearing that day. And, YOU also were the one who rolled your top up again."

She continued her stitching, "Guilty as charged. At that point I wanted you to touch me again, I admit it."

"And I did."

"Oh, yeah. You did all right. I was in shock. We did a lot."

"You were wide awake. You were a feline then. I just rubbed you, your hands, arm."

"My breasts. Mmmm." Her mmmm came out without her fully conscious of it.

"You loved it. Your eyes on me as I did it the whole time. I'll never forget. And I was good, I let go when you wanted. We fell asleep with my hands on you."

"I can't call it sleep. I felt everything. I was melting. Every time you woke you would rub my body, and break me down."

"The feel of you. I could do it all night."

"You did." 

"You let me rub you everywhere, didn't move at all. You did have small panties, and I so remember running my hand across the very top of them. Mmmmm."

"Make me crazy."

She was squeezing her legs together. 

"You were so bad, god how you wanted to touch my breasts. Teasing around them, just along the edges. And THEN! You didn't grab THEM! You grabbed me, god, your hand went right to my pussy. Ohhh, I was not expecting THAT! Pussy tames you good."

"Your first growl."

"God. We weren't even alone in the room that night. I could NOT make noise. Oh," she shook her head. "Stop." She had set the stitching down and lay her hand over her crotch. "It hurts."

"I pushed my hand into those panties. You were such a cat, pushing against me wherever I touched you. I wanted to see if you were wet, and you burst. Oh god you burst."

"It was everything I could do to stop you. Our folks in the next bed. I took your hand then!"

"Yes. And when the negotiations began, the ones that could never hold."

"The summits."

"You can touch me here and not here, you can squeeze my tits but not play with my nipples. Fuck. Jason! You have me so wet right now."

"You were the one who invited me back into your bed. And pulled me up against your back."

"Yes. Next to go, my panties."

She looked at me. Her eyes met mine, liquid lust. I had touched something in her just then.

"It was our first night we had sex." She closed her eyes. "The sweetest, softest, baddest sex I'd ever had. I can't remember how many times."

I slid my chair closer and put my hand on her neck, she lifted her chin, let me draw my hand down her front and lightly stroke her breasts over her top. She did not move, let me stroke her body, her arms, her lips, down her throat. I squeezed and held her breasts, felt their weight. Her chin fell and she watched my hand. 

I whispered to her, "You're not the kind of person who anyone gets over."

"You have any idea how horny a pregnant woman is?"

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And those eyes.

I saw tears. "I remember everything. You are not someone I can say no to you know." 

And she took my hand, let out such a deep sigh. Held my hand between her knees. 

"We can't."

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About a week later: 

I came in and sat down by her.

She glanced up, "You going to make me cry again?" Sara said leaning back into the corner of the sofa, nibbling her lower lip, and gazing across at me. 

She had on this fantastic yellow crinkle sun dress that fell just below her knees. So cheerful, the fabric was light, supple, but it had weight. Had to be expensive.

She continued, "You have a way of showing up out of the blue haven't you? At my vulnerable moments."

"Like last time? At your wedding."

She blushed. "Yeah. Like that."

"You answering the door in your fucking wedding dress, drinking champagne."

"Ha!! That was a million years ago."

"Well I'm back. Hi," I said reaching her arm and giving it a squeeze. She raised her foot and pushed my hand away, which left the hem of her dress raised high on her thigh, and giving me a peak up her thighs, no panties this time. 

She gave a mock frown, "I was mad at you, for leaving. Where were you? Why ARE you here?"

I kept the mystery alive responding, "Don't know if I'm ready to go into it all yet. I appreciate everything you've done. And Mark."

I could tell she was not sure how to respond. Curiosity. Compassion. Loneliness.

I Pointed out the sliding glass window, "A blue-jay."

Silence.

Finally, she says, "I loved my wedding practice. It is the baddest thing we ever did." She let out a breath, "It's taken five years of therapy to get over you."

"You're kidding? A therapist?" My mind racing. I had never thought about us leaving our hermetically sealed world, of moving it outside of US. Of her going to someone else and talking about it. "You tell him about, I mean. Anything about. You know."

"It's a Her. And, yeah, I told her Everything."

"About US. As in, brother and sister. You serious?"

She just nodded. "Just about everything." What a rush, a weird thrill ran through me, the idea of her words reaching another human being about what we had done. She looked so soft and delicate, her hair falling over her shoulders. She was so female, a softness that is hard to put in words. The fabric of her dress, her throat, small chin.

"They didn't like arrest us or anything? Call the paddy wagons."

"It's more common than you think." She put me at ease, "If the ages of the siblings are similar, like less than three years, and circumstances being what they are, or were, there are triggers. Conservative parents. Absent father. It fit, and she helped me make sense, make peace with myself. We were, actually, the postcard dysfunctional family." 

Her eyes turned to me. I reached to take her hand. She let me briefly, but pulled away again.

"I've missed you. I miss us."

"Jason."

Silence.

"You are beautiful, you know that?"

"Stop."

"I don't think your husband thinks too highly of me."

"Oh, it's all fine. Mark's fine. He likes things just so, that's all, the house and everything."

"You can't have said very nice things about me. I mean..."

"I never said anything bad." 

"What HAVE you said?" 

As we talked, I gradually slid closer watching her breathe, the rise and fall of her chest, the way her nose moved as she talked. Her dress dipped down between her breasts, and the bulge of her tummy from beneath where the sun dress cinched at mid chest. The bulge of her tummy, and the dress dipping down between her thighs raised up high across her hips. She made no effort to cover her sex from me. Her breasts were so much bigger. I watched as her long hair slipped down over her cheeks. She was so beautiful. I could feel her warmth as I slid closer, and her smell, sweet and deep. I was drinking her in as we talked.

So comfortable, guards falling. Our bodies were beginning to intertwine. Losing that thread of where one ends and the other begins.

"About us? Nothing. I mean, that your my brother, I don't know where you went, that I missed you. I worried. That's it." 

"But still, anytime there is family that is never coming round, one is bound to think not good things."

She tried to change the subject, "So you can't tell me anything Jason? You going to remain a mystery. Why are you here? You break up with someone?"

She hit the target close. "I probably need therapy." I tried a laugh. "Let's say it is better to have loved and..."

She finished it, "Lost..." 

"I was going to say abandoned."

She was looking at me, concern in her eyes. "Adults aren't abandoned. We aren't children anymore to be abandoned. When you're ready, tell me. You can tell me anything. Ok?"

"Lets just say...she's the bitch, now." I felt a tear in my eye, trying to be tough. But the words hurt. It's probably the most honest I had been. Sara was staring intently, listening to me and everything else melted. I said it again, "I think you are beautiful, and I missed you." Running my finger along her wrist.

"Stop."

"You said anything."

"You know what I mean."

My eyes misting, "It felt like abandonment though." I left interpretation open, my ex or my sister.

I took her hand and she let me. She slid her small fingers over mine, rubbing my palm like it had a stain in it. I responded. We held our hands out flat between us and then folded our fingers together.

"Feels nice."

She said nothing. Her breathing was quicker. I opened my hand again and ran my fingers down her wrist to her elbow and back again. Over and over.

"This Ok?"

"Mmmm. A little." And we so silently let our hands touch together. Fingers stroking our palms, fingers entwined, simple soft caresses along our arms. Sliding closer, not even realizing our movement.

I asked, "We can hold hands?" She met my eyes, without saying no. My heart lept at that single point of allowed access. Without thinking I spoke, and immediately regretted what I said, "Can I kiss you?"

She looked surprised, "No. Behave," pulling her hand away.

"Sorry." Shit.

We were both still facing each other though. Our knees just about touching. She did not move any further away. I believe she was realizing how much closer we had gotten, with our heads laying against the sofa cushions, relaxed, eying one another. Her dress brushed against my cheek. It felt so right with her, I felt like I could breathe. 

"Remember our first kiss?"

Sara closed her eyes, "I remember."

I reached to her and moved a strand of hair from her cheek.

"You need to stop." Eyes closed.

"I'm not doing anything. I love looking in your eyes...your hair was in the way. You have beautiful lips." I touched her lower lip with my finger and added in a whisper, "One kiss."

"Jason! If this is how you are going to be, like this." 

"I'm, sorry. It's hard. You have to know, you have to feel some of the same things."

"It's different now. It's wrong. I don't want anything to...I work hard to be where I am."

"I know. I know. I'm not saying run off. I miss your taste, to have one taste. I barely remember." Was I whining?

Her cheeks glowed and her head lay on the cushion. She opened her eyes in little slits, looking at me. 

Silence.

I could not help myself as I prattled on, "No one knows. One. One little kiss. Sara. Just surrender, that little bit."

She closed her eyes and I felt the breath go out of her as she froze. Neither a yes or no. 

Consent.

I leaned in and touched her lips with mine. She remained there unmoving. No other response. I felt the warmth of her, her smell before she turned.

She opened her eyes, looking back at me - mischievous - and I immediately protested. There was a thin smile on her lips.

"Not what I meant. A kiss. A real kiss." 

She leaned to me, our foreheads touching. We were so close, too close for a brother and sister.

"Brat."

Without a word, I leaned in again without her moving away, touching her cheek with my hand and guided her mouth to mine. Our trembling lips, reaching. This time I felt her lips lightly, and I pressed her lower lip between mine. I felt her mouth open, pressed in with my warm tongue. We let our tongues touch. Tip to tip. Soft. Slow. Electric. I turned to her and we pressed ourselves close, folding our bodies slowly molding into one another. Kissing. I have no idea how long we kissed, delicious long lovely kisses. I wrapped my arm around and held my Sara to me. The thin fabric of her dress clung to her body, feelling as if she had nothing on at all. How long had it been?

We stopped and caught our breath, moving back but still within reach of each other. I had my hand at her hip, scraping my fingers up and down, could feel the warmth of her. I lowered the palm of my hand to her ass and then sliding up to her waist, no panties. Watching her breathe, the weight of her breasts. No bra, and felt suddenly very warm. She leaned away from me, letting my hand lay across her tummy, rubbing her through the thin fabric. Her pregnant body was more awkward, not lithe and bendable as I remember.

"Wow!" I said.

She eyed me, "You are so bad." But I could see she was proud of herself, her effect on me.

"You knew we might."

She harrumphed. "You've had your hands all over me. You've been a walking talking seduction. But a kiss. No. I wasn't going to let it." 

I moved close, nose to nose, and she did not pull away. Leaning nearer, not asking, I lay my mouth on hers for a third time, as I talked. "I missed you." She could feel my lips brushing hers as I spoke, keeping her head where it was as my words washed over her. Eyes sparkling and fixed on mine. "A thousand times I missed you. I love your taste. You know that. You are beautiful. It all comes back." Breaking our kiss, I let my hand wander up along her side and down across her tummy, brushing the narrow line of her ribs between her tummy and breasts, feeling the top of her breasts at the back of my hand. I once again lay my hand back over the swell of her belly. 

"Pregnant," as I caressed her tummy, stroking the bulge and the hem of her dress slipping above her knees. At my touch she shifted herself up and away, but now with knees lifted the dress sliding down her thighs. 

"Ok Jason." She said not angry at all, almost sad. "You kissed me. We can't. We can't do this," tugging her dress back over her knees. "Stop," she added as I followed her movement as she slid away. I began pulling at her. Her eyes widening, "Jason! I'm serious."

"Ok. But One, one more." 

I kissed her again and she responded by pressing her whole body to me, leaning me back and laying down on me. Her mouth opening, biting into me. Hungry. She was chewing my lips, sucking my lower lip the way I loved, tipping her chin up and I began to nibble her neck. Her breasts pressed to my chest. God, she loved when I nibbled her neck. I clung to her, rocking her in my arms as we kissed. Sliding my knee up between her legs making contact with her groin, we lay side by side, her dress tucked between her legs. My cock was so hard.

As we kissed she was panting, "Stop. Stop." Her rocking body over me, kissing me between her words.

Me protesting, "One minute. One more," and continued nibbling down her neck, soft kisses biting her there, across her collarbone and at her shoulder, running kisses across the top of her breasts. She sighed, rubbing and rocking her pussy along my thigh, humping my leg, giving me her neck, her throat, and tossing back her hair. I could feel her surrender. She was so hot and hungry. God, she was NOT getting any. "Oh, Jason." I knew this was one of her favorite ways to be kissed, and I continued to nibble around her ears, along her shoulder. 




Sara's Pregnant



"Sara."

She whimpered, "You know all my weaknesses." Our tongues softly rolling together, our open mouths, her bodies rocking softly together. We were slowing down, not as hungry. Sensual, slow, delicate. Soft. Lazy. A wave running up the sand of a beach, falling and rising.

I asked, "Did you miss me?"

Her lips on mine, "You have no idea."

I brought my hand higher and squeezed it over her breast, as the most exquisite moan left her. The feeling of her flesh, her nipple pressed at the center of my palm.

"Oh Jason." She groaned. Had I gone to far? She was rolling herself off my thigh, sliding in beside me, turned herself around. Suddenly sad.

I let go, though we were still wrapped together. It took awhile, as we untangled our bodies. I had honestly intended not to touch her like that. She released me, and began tugging her dress back into place, sitting up and pulling it out from between her legs, exhaling. Catching our breaths, as the last orange light shining across our skin as the sun sunk lower behind the trees. We were sitting now in shadows.

"Be Good." She was plaintive now. "You are staying at our house. We HAVE to be careful, you and I. We can't start. You make me want to do things, and have them done to me." She closed her eyes and gave out such a deep sigh. "So bad. You are the true definition of a seducer."

She lay her head on my chest, "Be Good. Be good." And she hit my chest with her open hand after each utterance. 

"I try. It's hard."

She lay her hand over my cock and squeezed.

"That's the problem."

AS she lay with her head on my chest, her hair brushing under my chin, we simply watched the sun slip entirely out of sight.

Suddenly dark, no lights on.

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The moment was broken with, "I am going to have to tell my therapist about this."

"Five years. You still see her?"

My Sara was turning into a shadow, just teeth and eyes.

"Hmmm. Some. Not as much." She moved herself so she was sitting between my legs, her back to me. I wrapped my arms around her.

"Do you have to?"

She nodded. "I do now. You shit."

"What will she say?"

"She told me this might happen when I told her you showed up at my door."

"What were you supposed to do if I show up?"

"Not be alone with you," her sideways glance.

I laughed. "Not going very well."

"No. Fuck."

"You still going to let me stay?"

"You going to promise to behave?" She turned wagged a finger at me.

I leaned in and sucking her finger that was pointing at me, slowly sucking it in and out, before saying, "I promise."

Catching the surprise in her eyes.

"I'm serious."

Pleased at the pulse of desire. 

She wanted more.

Game. Set. Match. And just as I had never felt so close to my Sara she said, "I have to go."

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Fuck!

Sara stood. "I have to go meet Mark." Fuck! I so did not want this to end, but said nothing. Let her do what she wants. Don't push it, not now, reveling in these soft lines in the sand shifting about. The feel on my lips, still tingling from our kiss.

I said nothing, and ultimately made the right choice. 

She simply stood in front of me, looking down at me. I watched her, hair falling down around her face. A dark silhouette

"What am I going to do with you."

Invitation? At this point, I knew she would let me do just about anything I wanted. I lay my hand at the back of her thigh, same as that morning in the kitchen and began to stroke her legs. From her knees up to her ass. She let me rub my hand around her bare ass under the loose dress. Up to the small of her back and I scratched her there. Her favorite spot.

"Hmmmmm."

She breathed out one more almost silent "Oh fuck" and turning herself sat next to me.

I gave a half-hearted, "You got to go?"

To which she responded, "I have a few minutes. Now. Behave!!"

"Ok," and reached my hand over to hold hers.

She opened her palm to me and lay it on her knee and let me stroke her fingers, "I thought we were going to talk. Whatever happened to that? 'I just want to talk.' [mimicking me] Or was this just like some evil plan of yours?" 

She was leaning back and placing her feet on the cushion, teasing me. Laying in the dark, all shadows. The darkness between her thighs.

"No. There was no plan."

"To get your hands all over me." I loved the way she said that. "Kiss me. Grope me." She put her hands over her tits and kicked me with her foot.

I stretched toward her and said as nonchalant as I could, "So...What music you been listening to?"

She looked up, "Nothing, lately," crossing her arms over her tits instead of gripping them.

"You used to love music!"

There was a pause as she transitioned her thinking, saying as she shrugged, "Good music is hard to find, or maybe I'm just getting too fricken old." 

I was adjusting to the fact she was not going anywhere. 

This was an interesting turn, I could not help but notice how feisty she was, more the old Sara. Our antics had kind of messed her up a bit. God I loved her disheveled hair. I thought back to our long drives in Florida, her leaning between the seats and me diddling her in the back seat as our parents sat in front. Good god we were bad. There was a faint scent of her sex. Unmistakable. She was wet. 

As my mind raced through all these thoughts and memories, I continued the conversation, "I agree. It's like, the only things popular are prostitutes and teenage boys. I don't listen to the radio much." 

"Its like there's only one station on no matter what you tune it to."

I added, "I like indie rock." 

"Interesting! When I met Mark, he opened up a whole new world of music to me. Small labels, unknown bands. Modest Mouse, Pavement, Iron and Wine, Holopaw, The Shins, the Flaming Lips. Indie rock. Right?"

"Yeah, pretty much. I know them. Some are getting more popular now, Modest Mouse. This one song of theirs is EVERYWHERE. TV, Radio, stores... I hear it constantly, from the weirdest places." 

"I like Radiohead," she said stretching her legs out, and resting them over the top of my legs. "I've been a dedicated fan of theirs since the beginning, although I haven't really gotten into their new album."

"I like nine inch nails."

"Mmmmm. They have good music. Sorta mainstream."

"I want to fuck you like an animal."

"Behave."

"It's the name of the song. I like that one."

"I bet you do. You know what I mean...I also love some other stuff. But so much music has gotten lame and I like my oldies."

As I had said fuck you like an animal, I had lain my hand over her knee and now began to run my hands down her leg, knee to ankle. She had extended her legs over my lap, and I felt myself getting hard at the contact. I scooted back a bit so she couldn't feel anything. Her head was tilting back so she was just talking to the ceiling, letting me run my hands over her bare legs. It was not lost on me that she was wearing absolutely nothing beside this little yellow dress.

She continued, "Stevie Wonder, Paul Simon, Cat Stevens, Jason Bowie, Elvis. I have a big crush on Elvis. Thin, sexy Elvis, not fat druggie Elvis. But you knew that." 

I was edging toward her as she leaned back, and my movement caused her knees to rise a bit higher as I ran my hands over her legs. As I stroked her legs, I pushed the hem of her dress over the top and her dress began to slip down her thighs unnoticed.

She asked, "Have you ever heard the song Your Body is a Wonderland, by Mayer? Swim in a deep sea of blankets." 

"I love that song."

"I won't be able to get that song out of my head now. That is what I will think of when I go to bed tonight."

And I recited some lyrics, "We've got the afternoon. You got this room for two. 

One thing I've left to do. Discover me Discovering you. One mile to every inch of your skin like porcelain. One pair of candy lips and Your bubblegum tongue."

I thought of how I could seriously masturbate to that image of us in a sea of blankets.

"Good memory."

I asked, "What about movies?"

"Where do I begin. Hey! Have you ever seen Harold and Maude? One of my all time favorite movies. Mentioning Cat Stevens reminded me of it... That movie was partially filmed close to here. There's a bridge they ride across and get pulled over by a cop. They just rebuilt it."

"Mmmmm."

And then it was like we ran out of topics. In the silence I continued rubbing her legs, up and down, up and down, edging my hands over her lovely thighs.

She filled the silence with, "What else?"

But I had already formulated what I was going to say, "You really haven't changed." She looked down at my hands stroking her. "Your body, I mean, you feel...the same."

"I wish. I'm fat."

"What?? Not at all." I squeezed her thigh just above her knee.

"No. Not my legs, up top."

At that I lay my hand over her belly. Taking her comment as permission, and stroking my hand in a circle, the movement causing her dress to ride higher still. There has always been something about being able to touch a pregnant ladies tummy.

"Your pregnant Sara."

She was looking down at my hand as I was clinically exploring her flesh. She took my hand by the wrist and said, "Feel that," as she set my hand just above her hip at the side. "Feel all that blubber. THAT's fat bro."

I squeezed the bulge of flesh at her hip, "That's for the baby. Come on. You look so fucking sexy," I deftly moved my hand across her abdomen to a point low below her navel and just above her pussy mound, "and you know it." I could just feel the edge of her pussy hairs. 

She did not react at all, only the hint of a smile as I called her sexy. She simply responded, "You should see me naked now."

"Ok."

"Not what I mean." She swatted at me. "My breasts sag."

"Uh, they look good from here."

"Not lately. They're huge, they got veins."

I let my hand wander up and lay my hand right over her breast, for the second time.

"Jason!" Her voice was even, but she was not pushing me away or stopping me. 

"Just checking. They are NOT sagging." I roamed over her breasts. Again, oh so clinically, I continued, "they ARE bigger than I remember though." I began squeezing, lifting them up. Feeling their heft. She letting me.

"You're SO BAD, seriously," and she finally moved my hand away, and closed her eyes. "We are talking. Be-Have." Her sing song voice. "Besides, my nipples ache. They are way too sensitive."

I relented that moment, and moved my hand back to her middle, rubbing and caressing her soft skin across her tummy, down over her hips and upper thighs, keeping the fabric of her little dress covering where my hand roamed. Watching her reaction the whole time. 

As my hands ran along her hips she surprised me with, "You watch any porn?"

"Excuse me. I'm supposed to answer that?"

"Do you?" She asked again.

"Do you?"

"I have a video. It's like the only porno I've ever really seen." She opened her eyes to check my reaction. 

"At the house?"

"Hidden. It's just a bunch of home video type scenarios, amateur, all put together. There is one called 'Gang Fuck Debutantes.'" 

"Gang Fuck, what?" I bit. "They never have good names."

My hands softly stroking her tummy, like I was petting her, drawing my hands down from her hips or down from her tummy, low into her crotch until I could feel the V of her puss, over and over. The tease of her cunny hairs, those hairs I could literally feel trailing up to her navel. Her dress had fallen to the top of her thighs, but it was so dark. I could only see a dark opening between her legs, her knees risen up over my legs.

She continued talking as I touched, massaged, caressed her, "It's really pretty fucking hilarious. Some of it is sad. I don't think its very good because none of the women actually look like they are enjoying themselves. And the men mostly look bored. It's like, what's the fucking point??? Earn your money! Show some enthusiasm! Christ." 

"Why do you keep it?"

"Don't know. The hiddeness." She opened her eyes and met mine, the whites glowed. "I like secrets Jason. It's what I inherited from...OUR relationship. It's hid right in our room."

Taking in what she said my cheeks grew warmer. Her body was so fucking incredible. I began to slip my hand back to her thighs, running my hands up and down the top of her legs, and insinuating my fingers along on her inner thighs under her dress as I caressed her. Skin to skin.

As I continued touching her I kept my end of the conversation going, "Touché. Then we should watch it some time." 

"Maybe." Her thoughts were muddling, "you never answered my question. You watch any?" 

"Only on the computer. Sometimes. More lately." I laughed, "I mean I'm a guy, newly single," I let my hand run up her bare hip, under her dress, slipping my fingers under the fabric and running up her hip bone, so that the edge of my hand was touching the edge of her puss hairs from the side. I almost came. It had been so long.

At the brush of my fingers on her bush she reacted, "Hey, careful there!"

"I just wanted a little feel, I love the feel of your hair," and I tipped my hand under her dress right along the top of her bush. "A little touch."

"Stay inside the lines," she said wiggling her hips. It was an old phrase between us, one I had not heard in a long time.

"You don't shave." She shook her head, and I went back to rubbing her legs, but she was not indicating she wanted any of this to end. "So why do you watch it if you don't really like it?"

"Good question. There are a few acrobatic ones which make me kind of turn my head to the side. A few pretty kinky scenes. If I'm really horny, I watch it and masturbate." 

I was getting aroused, and I think that had been her intention. My cock was throbbing. She had to be wet. My hands drifting back up over her hip, rubbing her bare skin.

My mouth was dry and I continued the thread of conversation as her body kept opening up to me. "You watch it lately?" Running my hand back over the top of her mound, letting my thumb graze her hairs again. So delicious, god I wanted her. I knew this was driving her crazy, and so I stayed 'inside the lines.'

She frowned, "Haven't in a long time, just not in the mood. Been in more of a literary mood. And in light of our conversation...I like erotica."

Now I raised my eyes. "Quite the kinky little lady." 

"My hormones have been crazy. Its all the pregnancy and birth. Remember my friend Dennis? He was, by the way, the first person to ever get me high."

"Yeah, I remember him." 

I was stroking her higher up her torso, over her belly. The dress was so loose I was able to rub her up to just below her breasts, where the dress cinched around her ribs. I was sitting right against her butt now so her thighs were bent up at my hip, and her dress fallen down around her legs. So erotic, so delicious.

"He found an old beat up copy of a Hustler magazine. We were pretty young. There were all these pictures of naked women. But that did nothing for me, but as I was looking, a section caught my eye. I was like, 'what is this?' It was the Letters Section. There was this story about some girl getting fucked in her office. Supposedly a true story. I remember asking for the stories, and he let me tear them out. I kept them hidden under my bed."

I like to buy copies of Club Magazine, filled with true life erotic stories that people had written. I became so enthralled with them. I'd sit there and read and lose track of time. My husband found my stash one time and made me get rid of them."

"Did you?"

"Yes. It was no big deal." And noticing my reaction she added, "But I got more." Her wry smile that I had not remembered seeing in years as she added, "and hid them better." The Sara I remembered. "Now they are all over the web. Found a site I kind of liked. A few months ago, I went looking again on the internet. I don't even remember when or why. Just before you showed up, my hormones I think. Mark is pretty standoffish now I'm pregnant."

"Some guys are like that." Interesting I thought, "So what do you like?"

"I been reading incest stories." She had pronounced it inn-cest. 

"Of course."

"An extra little thrill for me, considering. So I'd get online sometimes, read a bunch of stories until I was all hot and bothered, and..."

I realized then that after all these years she was still fantasizing about me. I croaked out, "Masturbate." God I could just feel my cock sliding in her then.

I had my hands low on her belly again and tickled my way down over the top of her puss, tickling the hairs of her pussy, her legs bent up over my lap and her the hem of her dress now even with my hand. I could just make out the white of her legs and the triangle of hair between her legs. She was all lain out for me, her arms raised up over her head buried in her disheveled hair. 

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I pressed further and slid my fingers down along either side of her outer cunny lips, whereupon she casually tugged my hand out from between her legs. The dress still raised up, she did not cover herself. She simply said, "We probably need to talk about something else."

I quickly suggested, "Like, how about, when was the first time you ever had an orgasm?"

She laughed, "How about something besides perversion or my pussy."

"You've never told me. I'm curious considering all the revelations. Just tell me, I'd tell you."

"Oh God. This conversation is going down the wrong path." There was silence, but it was because she was thinking. "I can hardly remember." 

She was completely ignoring me now as I rubbed my hands over her body. Long strokes along her legs, and over her hips. Up her sides and across her tummy, up and down the insides of her legs. 

Her story began:

"For the longest time, the only way I ever had an orgasm was in the bathtub. I was actually pretty old before I knew an orgasm even happened. Not the kind of thing they teach in fifth grade sex ed. I think, when I finally figured out how to masturbate it was from a talk radio show."

"The person who'd called in, a girl, saying she couldn't have an orgasm. And I was like what's that? So the operator told her that there was this one trick that would never fail. Use the running water in the bathtub. This was interesting I thought, and it was obvious how they intended the water to run right through my little kitty."

"Oh god," I breathed. It had been awhile since she had used that word to describe her privates.

My cheeks were hot, and she noticed my reaction to that word, a smile spread on her face.

Memories.

A flash of pleasure and lust between us.

"So I headed straight to the bath to find out what they were talking about. I let the stream of water spray as I opened my legs. Mmmmm." 

This time I rubbed along her hip bones to each side of her pussy with both my hands, and pressing my thumbs between her legs right along her pussy lips, and began to stroke up and down while pressing into her center from the outside of her lips. She was totally letting me rub her, I could feel the slight undulation of her hips as I rubbed her like that. 

Her voice got softer, "The water was gushing down between my legs and then the stream hit just the right spot and I was like, oh my god!"

Her hips were undulating gently against my fingers as she thought about it, rubbing herself against my hand. 

"It was good, really good." She arched her back as I pressed between her legs. "The flow of water, I held it there and then my whole body just exploded. That was the first time. I lay there in the bath thinking... hell yes! Now I know what all the fuss is about. Mmmmmm. Yum." 

At that moment her cell phone rang.

"Hang on...sorry." She sat up a little, and then turned herself to the side and propped herself on an elbow to dig her cell phone out of her pocket, and I slid back and scooted behind her. She sort of laid on her side as she answered. The motion exposed her ass to me, and as she talked I tossed her dress over her hips as I continued rubbing her legs, until I had her bare ass and thighs turned to me. As she talked, she slid herself back against me and pinned me to the back of the sofa.  




Sara's Pregnant



I began rubbing the small of her back and bare ass, knowing how she loved that and felt her stretch and move into my hand as I did. I rubbed from her hips across her waist and back down along the outside of her thighs. Her naked skin everywhere! I turned further toward her, and then slid myself higher so I could nuzzle between her shoulder blades as I continued to rub her bare bottom.

I could hear her husband on the phone, 'Where are you?'

"Oh, what time is it? I'm sorry. Time got away from me."

She was lying, hiding our secret. I loved the feeling.

She continued, "I'm leaving right now."

I missed what he said, and unzipped my pants tugging them down, releasing my cock. She was so wet and horny. I held my bare stomach to her ass, skin to skin. How far would she let me go?

She had not seen what I had done with her back to me. My cock sprang out. So as I pressed myself to her, I let my cock slide along her thighs!

Her eyes went wide and she looked back at me, the feel of my bare cock. But she continued talking and made no sudden movement, she just continued to lie there with her back to me.

Mark was saying something about her needing to be more responsible or some such.

"No. You can when I get back."

I missed what was said.

"You always say that! It won't be that much longer."

And she said, "Stop it!" And "Mark!" And "Don't go there."

She finished with, "Just be patient. I will get there!! Sorry!" 

She hung up. 

There was no reaction from Sara about the position we were now in. That my cock was rubbing along the inside of her thighs. Amazing. Even after she hung up there was no response to how we were positioned, the two of us spooning on the sofa, my cock dug in between her legs.

All she said was, "Uhhh. Sorry. Need to regroup....Fuck! He seriously pissed off right now. I just need to yell right now, really loud," and she let out a very loud "FUUUUUUUCK!!! That's better." And she literally leaned back against me.

"You Ok?" My hands sliding back over onto her tummy and stretching her dress so my hand found her bare breasts, giving them a squeeze before sliding my hand back down to cover the hairs of her puss from the front. She was letting me rub her anywhere, everywhere. I had no idea how long this would last.

She talked in a quiet voice, "He just needs to.... Ugh. Anyways. So what was I talking about?" Ignoring my hands all over her.

"You just had your first orgasm."

"Mmmmm, yeah." And as she said that, she tipped her ass back against me, causing my cock to bump the hairs of her pussy. I wanted her to keep talking, for this to continue. I could imagine her shifting herself up, pushing me away, and admonishing me for bad behavior. 

"Keep going. Another. So, how about, ah, one without, ahhh water, a bathtub." I was desperate. [Don't stop this Sara!] I was undulating my hips causing my cock to slip and slide between her legs, and digging my middle finger into her cunt opening her slit, feeling her cream open. Fucking god, so good. Her cunny burst open, so wet, squishing cum. She was so wet and juicy. My cock was pealing her open from behind at the same time. I pressed right over her vagina and softly rubbed her opening, feeling the head of my cock with my fingers sliding along her slit. With my fingers and then my cock alternately rubbing over her vagina. 

"Mmmmmm, I only got a little minute," she was moaning softly as she breathed out, my intrusions having a nice effect on her body, closing her eyes and opening them again. She looked back and met my eyes, this time watching as I touched her, my bare fingers ready to press deep into her. With my eyes on hers I stroked my fingers through her slit. She closed her eyes again, with no other reaction than to begin another story.

"For a long time it was the bath. Mmmmmm. I practiced, learned different ways of manipulating the water against my kitty. I learned that the longer I prolonged it, the better my orgasm." She was sliding her hips back and forward to my touches and strokes. "I liked to dip my finger into my vagina, just a little. The skin around the opening is sooo sensitive." 

I pressed harder at that moment, filling her cunt with the end of my finger and slipping higher until it touched her hard clit. 

She paused and in a soft whimper, "Oh, Jason. This is...." 

I froze. 

NO. I did not want to stop.

I could see the wheels turning in her mind, the conflict of what was happening. A sudden moment. She was thinking about stopping. The sun was gone. It was dark, my cock opening her cunt, dripping on her thighs and my hand rubbing her clit. 

I did not remove my hand from between her legs, but pulled back off her clit and brushed my hands over her hairy pussy lips, smearing the juices around. "Sorry," I breathed. I would do less if she wanted.

It was enough, and she continued "So slick and silky and just incredible. To rub it just the tiniest bit... mmmmmm. Push my finger in and out." God she was teasing me, testing me, talking about her cunny being rubbed and having fingers pushing inside. So inviting. Describing the motions of my fingers on her.

"When did you first slip a finger in your ass?" I whispered. Keeping the stream of words going.

Her hips were moving as I slipped my hand deeper between her legs and began once again fingering her slit, and drawing a circle around her clit. 

Her eyes sparkling at me, I knew how she liked a finger in her ass. "God, I think that was YOU, ahhhh" she cooed, squeezing her legs together on my cock thinking about it. "God, I do like a finger up my ass. Yum. A finger in my cunt and my ass, yum yum." Then she frowned, "Uh, I'm uncomfortable here."

"Sorry," I quickly responded.

She started to slide down lower, and I followed, "Move over. I want to lay flatter," and she slid me across so she could lay her head down. I held myself close to her as we moved. 

"This Ok?" I breathed.

"Mmm Hmmm." She nodded. "This feels nice. Relaxed. I'm actually sensitive all over, and I am horny all the time."

"I remember your nipples being sensitive." I was stroking her tummy, and down along the front of her thighs. But reaching up I gave her nipples a good squeeze. 

"Ahhh, careful, you have no idea how they are now. Oh god, I ache." I continued to squeeze her tits as the head of my cock slipped along the folds of her cunt, so slippery now, my cock just sliding on her juices. 

"I remember your neck being very sensitive." 

Squeezing her tits, and kissing her neck, as I slid my cock back and pressing until my cockhead popped right up inside. I knew her body so perfect, the angle and pressure. She let out a deep moan. "Ohhhh." Silky tight, exquisite. Fucking my sister. Her pussy was throbbing, squeezing my dick as I pressed into her. I could literally feel it kissing the end of my cock. The juices running down my shaft. God, this is how we knew each other.

She turned her head. "Mmmm. Stop."

She did not mean it in the same way, it was more like she was over aroused. It was a 'hold still and let me absorb what you are doing to me.' I simply lay perfectly still, let go her tits and held my cock inside without moving. 

"I am getting too aroused. Oh, fuck. Oh God!" She was trembling. "I am soooo horny. I am too horny. Oh god Jason."

"Did you cum?"

"Not quite, but god my body. It's wild." 

She opened her eyes at me, I could see the whites of her eyes and teeth, and in that moment she pushed hard against me, pushing her puss back impaling my cock deep inside. We made no reference that we were fucking again. Her pussy lips opening around my cock, a soft sigh from her. The head of my cock buried up in her belly. She reached down and held my bare thighs pulling and pushing me, in rhythm to my cock sliding in and out.

"Oh, God, Jason. So bad...." As we fucked, she continued. "I had my first orgasm using just my hands the following summer."

I was tugging her hips fucking my cock into her, and feeling her ass pressing and sliding on me. She had her hands down now between her legs and was rubbing her clit. We were moving together faster, her breathing became ragged, panting. I took my thumb and began to shove it into her ass, working it around her little opening and slowly pressing it inside her.

She tried to continue, "I don't remember how, uh, ohhhhhh, it just started happening. Oh god. I know I was still at home. I learned a quick sideways motion across the top of my clit, like this." I couldn't see her but imagined she was frigging herself. "Uh, If I did it fast enough. Mmmmmm. Oh god. I only did it when everyone was out of the house."

In a ragged gasp, "Ever do it, when I was home?" I was fucking her now steady and rubbing my thumb around in her asshole.

"Oh, yeah. Uhhhh." She was shuddering and rocking her hips, causing me to enter her from every angle and every side, she was moving around and rubbing herself against.

"I would have loved to sneak in your room then. To see you like that. For your first time."

"You would would you? You've gotten to do more with me than any brother I know. Ahhh. There's this one spot in my vagina, if I move just right, it has just the perfect angle.... yum." She was moving herself back. "Oh yeah. You got it. I love the water though, my first time."

"I'll have to remember that."

"I can sit there, uh, uh." I was really thrusting into her. "Like, I'm just soaking in the tub, totally get off."

Sara was so wet and turned on, her body was trembling, quivering, so alive and I could feel her beginning to have the orgasm she was talking about. I wanted to cement this somehow, to have her. I wanted her again somehow.

I began nibbling her neck and whispered in her ear, "Sara. I want to see you. Naked. Watch you, move with no clothes. Oh, to see you."

"Oh god. Jason. Now?"

"No. Later."

"At the house?"

"Anywhere. Doesn't...matter."

She was moving hard on me, frigging herself. I could feel myself ready to cum.

"MMmmm." Her body was vibrating, "I'm going to cum." Her body was thrashing and she cried out.

"I just want that. Can I?"

"Mmmmm. We'll see. Ahhh, God."

"Just once. Say yes."

"Not now. Ah. Ah. Fuck, so good."

"Sara?"

"Yes. Yes. You can see me."

I could feel my cum rising, ready to burst in her. 

She began to cry out, "Oh god, yes."

Our bodies exploded, rising too high. Everything white and electric. Oh so good. Our movements began to slow, I was fucking her slow and her body relaxing in my arms. I was holding her tits, her body pressing back against me, holding me in. The energy in us falling, settling into the seat we lay for awhile. Spooning. Not moving and silent. 

I heard a small quiet, "My."

I did not respond. Would she be angry? I knew reality was going to descend.

I began to stroke skin, to run my hands down her arms and held myself to her. Stay calm I was thinking. I hugged her and slipping my cock around, still inside, pumping my softening cock in her open cunny. I wanted to stay inside her as long as I could. In a moment I felt her squeeze and push me out. The seat was soaked with our cum.

Sara did not move, she just said, "We weren't supposed to do this. This wasn't supposed to happen."

"You Ok?"

Silence.

"Sara?"

Silence. She lifted herself up, stood and turned on a light. She stood in front of me looking down at herself, at me. Her dress was held up around her middle, naked from from her waist down. Her belly out over her pussy, ragged little pussy lips I had just fucked. I sat with my cock pointing up between my legs, "Are you mad?"

She shook her head. She sighed, "No. I...I got to go though, god he is going to be mad." as she straightened her dress, letting it fall back over her legs. 

I pulled my clothes on.

She said again, "Mark is going to be mad. Shit. How long has it been since he called?"

"I don't know. Sorry."

"Quit saying sorry."

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Careful what you wish for, you just might get it. 

She was so nervous I agreed to go along. As we drove Sara was getting angrier, but it was with herself or more like the situation. I was an accessory.

She kept bringing up, "Mark is going to be so mad. Shit. Shit." Saying this as she was glancing at the clock. It was working her into a panic. It was pitch black outside now.

I volunteered, "We were in the middle of, ah, something."

She looked daggers at me, "I can't believe you did this."

"It just happened."

"Fuck You!"

My temperature started to rise, "You could have left, YOU could have left when you first got up. You didn't I had no idea. So..fuck, calm down. It'll be fine." 

There was a pause, and she softened. "I'm sorry." She started to cry a little. "I'm just...confused."

"Ok, Ok." I was feeling pretty bad, "but give me some..." I did not know what to say "It's hard Sara. Makes me crazy." I made no sense. This was something that felt so right, I wanted to say that. Ask her. She was NOT sorry. I didn't believe it.

"I'm, I'm fucking pregnant, and have such raging hormones, and...horny. And I haven't been getting any. Mark isn't interested. And YOU show up. Fuck." She was crying again.

"Sara. It's ok. Come on. And maybe this, what we did. It'll work out Sis. We get it out of our system. It's over. Come on."

She was still sniffling, "Yeah. You weaned yet bro? And for how long, 24 hours? Tomorrow I'll be as horny as ever. And you pushing all my buttons." 

She was frowning, gripping the steering wheel. I fought from laughing. I wanted to say opening all your buttons more like. It just hit me as sounding funny. I was really walking a fine line here and held my tongue.

She always had an amazing sex drive. I could only imagine if SHE thought she was horny.

"Sara. I know I keep saying, I'm sorry, I really am. I should have been the better person. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't perfect, so, and.... I intended to only talk with you. Maybe hold you. It's been so long."

She looked at me and finally a smile, "It felt good. I wanted the kiss, I wanted your hands on me, to be held, I like being in your arms, you in me. I like your touch."

"I know. It makes it hard."

"No pun intended. Right?"

"I do love you." I said, I meant it.

"I love you, too."

And we were silent the rest of the way. When she turned the car off Sara repeated our story. It was like we had been in a car accident or something, going to see the cops. 

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Before we so much as stopped the car, the door swung open.

"Where the hell have you been?!"

Sara immediately, "It got later than I realized. We stopped for..."

And I immediately jumped in, "Mark, she wasn't feeling well I told her to lay down, she wasn't ready when she got up. It's my fault. I knew what time she needed to leave."

Sara looked at me with what was at first an angry glare, because she had told me to stay out of it. But as I spoke her demeanor changed to look like, 'Wow! That was brilliant.' as she heard what I said.

Mark was looking at Sara and me, taking in her tear streaked face. I realized after I said it how good that sounded. My being there took the edge off.

Mark was speechless.

Sara added, "How many nights am I late? This was one time."

He looked at me and swung his head back, like he'd smelled something awful. He got in.

He no more than closed the door, when he swung around to me now in the back seat. "And YOU! I want you out of here. Got that. I don't like all this bullshit. I'm tired of it, and you're...."

Sara jumped in, "Don't you talk to him like that. It's my house too. WE can talk about it, but he's not leaving tonight or tomorrow, got that."

His nostrils flaring he looked at his wife. "Sorry babe. Yeah. But this invitation is NOT open ended."

"I understand," she said softly. 

We got home, and he was up the stairs and gone.

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The juxtaposition was incredible.

Sara crying in the car, Mark screaming at us, and suddenly we were standing alone in the living room.

It was almost more than I could take.

We looked at each other, and it was a very weird moment.

The only comparable situation is when you get really drunk and accidentally fuck someone only to wake up with them the next day. Only this was not quite right.

And I STILL hadn't seen her naked. Oh, what pops into my head. Standing there in that little yellow dress, her breasts, looking so inviting. I could literally drink in her body, could feel every crevice. We had been fucking not half hour ago. I could smell her on my hands. I made her cum. How long had it been since she had last had sex? How long since she had cum like that?

I wanted to ask, but didn't.

She was smoothing her clothing out the way girls do, and looking down at herself as if she were indecent. Probably sensing my thoughts, and not wanting to give me anything to see.

Her nose was red, and her hair was clinging to her cheeks. She looked so sexy, and the smell of sex unmistakable, to me anyway. Thank god Mark was mad, I had not even thought of that. Unbelievably, she looked so good my cock was stirring again. We could so easily fuck like bunnies, the two of us. Mark wasn't here. Stop!! My thoughts screaming.

All of this transpired in about six seconds.

"Ok. I think that went about as well as could be expected." She breathed out a sigh.

"I thought he was going to hit me?"

"He was." She waited for the effect of her words on me. "I think I'm going to take a shower, get cleaned up. I'm a bit of a sticky mess."

I felt myself get instantly aroused, wanted to say something with major double entendre but held by tongue. Then it hit me, my Sara in the shower? Oh yeah just great. Be naked in the house with just me. And did she have to use the word Sticky? I had immediate visions of my cum leaking from her and crusting on her thighs. Fuuuuck.

"Uh, yeah. Ok" I looked her up and down as I spoke. So obviously drinking her in. What was she thinking? "Sure."

I could say, 'can I join you?' I could say, 'you had agreed to let me see you naked. This would be a good time.' I could say, 'Can I undress you?'

I was rock hard now.

If she noticed, she did not indicate anything.

"See you in a bit." A sway of her hips as she turned.

I called out to her, "Considering we actually have NOT eaten. I'll see if there is anything I can make us."

"Yeah, thanks."

She was up the stairs and gone. 

I felt like I so needed to masturbate, I felt such an emerging heat. And then I was wondering. If this is how I feel, what about her? 

What would SHE be doing up in that shower?

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The shower was long, and my anticipation drove me crazy. I was hard and my cock was tenting. This would be too obvious. I turned on the TV, with sound low to distract myself, and after a bit my cock settled down.

God, fuck. I was trembling.

I couldn't think about it. It had to be natural.

But after a bit, I began scanning the room creating scenarios for myself. Where would she sit. I looked at the sofa. We had just had sex but I was rock hard.

I could jack off, but now not enough time. And, lets be honest, part of me did not want to waste it. It was a lost cause and finally in an exhausted heap I simply sat and waited while watching the weather channel.

I heard the water stop, and moved the plates around a bit.

Silence. I heard nothing, until some padding down the steps.

She appeared. Her hair was wet. She was in a soft white robe. Anything underneath? Honestly, it was my first thought.

When she stepped into the living room she paused and got a big smile on her face and said "sandwiches, thanks." "I said I would."

She sat down beside me, "Mark is sleeping" she said and we ate mostly in silence. I kept eying her and she kept noticing, giving me sideways glances.

Her robe fell off one leg, exposing her soft thighs. I about swooned. I was still so horny my cock was throbbing. 




Sara's Pregnant



I could literally feel how she had felt, my cock inside her. Pull open your robe. I could feel her breath rise and fall. I could tell how hungry she was.

She held her tummy with one hand and made little rubbing motions.

I sighed, "We had quite a day."

She glanced at me with her chin down. Took one last bite of her sandwich, and then saying to no one in particular, "I think I'll be going to bed."

She rose to leave.

Noooo!!!

I called out to her, "Sara!"

She paused and looked back.

"It's early, I mean, don't go up yet. We have the evening."

"I can just imagine what you have in mind."

"You, said I could see you naked."

Her eyes widening a bit. "I was under duress."

"I thought you were under me." 

She laughed. 

Sara, what do you want? Sara?? Anything."

She lay her hand at her belly again, spacing out for a bit. Hips shifting lightly. And then she was looking directly at me.

"Right now?" She was staring directly into my eyes. I could see her breathing change. She was contemplating her words. And then she untied the robe and opened the front. Her breasts hanging free, soft and warm. Her pussy peaking under her tremendous belly, her legs looked too small for her. The robe pulled back and she let it fall to the floor.

My heart lept into my throat.

"There, happy now."

"You have no idea." 

She picked up her robe and took my hand, and pulled me into the three season porch. 

"I do want something from you, something I've wanted for a long time."

I followed, "What?"

"I want you to eat me. Suck me, let my pussy tame you. Can you do that? Lick my cunt. It's what I've wanted in the worst way. Mark won't, he hasn't for a long time. I'm all showered."

I was spellbound.

She laughed. "Surprised you, huh? I haven't had good cunnilingus since, like fucking forever."

She leaned back on the arm of the chair. Her knees opening to a dark patch of pussy, red pussy lips and line gapping down between her legs. 

"I think You've opened Pandoras box here."

"I think it's your box I opened."

She slipped her ass toward me so she was laying flatter again. "I'm fucking crazy. Come on." Raising her arms above her head. "Do anything you want to me."

I lay my hands on each side of her hips, and she opened wider. She lay her hand on my head as I leaned down between her legs. 

I began to massage her tummy, letting my hands caress her thighs, inside her thighs brushing the hairs of her puss. "Mmmmm," stiffening like a cat. She lay open, completely naked. 

I continued to stroke the inside of her thighs up to her center, her open puss still swollen from being fucked the other night. Moving closer I lay my whole palm over her mound, covering it completely; and then so gently pressed her open with my middle finger and ran it from the top of her mound through her pink line, her pink center. The smell of sex rose around me. She was so wet. And I bent down my face and nuzzled further up into her puss, putting my nose right where it had been when I had undressed her - and dressed her for the beach. She could hear me inhale deeply.

"You like my smell?" she purred to me.

"I love your smell."

"Mmmmm." She pushed herself into my face, lay her hand on my head and I rubbed my nose along her length.

"Mmm, Yes. What I want."

And I began to lightly lick the hairs of her puss, the outline of her cunny. Her puss lips puffing out, skin and thin hairs, I pressed my fingers and opened her like a small fruit, pulling her lips wide white with cream and then slid my tongue along her pink center and she arched her back pushed me into her.

I looked up at her, my wet face, cum on my chin and her head was tipped toward me, dreamily eyeing me and smiling, "You look like you're enjoying me."

I lapped at her, nibbled, chewed sucked like this forever. Forever and ever. I never would stop. I lay my hands up around her hips, wrapped my hands under her ass and held her like a platter of milk. She played with my hair, and tugged and pressed directing me silently where she wanted me to go next.

I licked from the bottom of her puss pressing my tongue into her vagina, fucking her with my mouth and then sliding firmly up to her clit with my flat tongue. I tippled around her clit until she could not stand it and would push me lower, feeling her get more and more aroused. Her cheeks glowed red and her mouth was open, I could see the tops of her teeth, her breathing became ragged and she had this steady undulation of her hips into my mouth.

Her clitoris when it was hard would poke out like a little finger and I could put my mouth around it and suck. She would press me down and I could hear her breath catch, "ah, ah." Her clit was hooded and I could lap beneath the edges and around the bottom, and feel her push as hard as she could, I quickened and sucked her there. That hard little tool at the top of her puss, how it loved to be played with.

Between gasps, as I pressed my tongue hard against her, she said softly "Mmmm, so nice. So . . .good. You take your time. Keep . . ."

I tipped my head up and met her eyes.

I let my fingers press up into her and reached inside. She opened her legs wider for me and I curled my fingers up into her and rubbed the rough walls of her vagina until she was undulating around my finger. Quicker now, harder, she was not so sensitive and I pressed my tongue against her, dug my fingers inside. She was bucking against me, squirming, rolling back and forth squeezing her thighs around me.

As I lapped at her I was slipping my jeans off. 

"Nice cock."

"It's all yours."

She said nothing more, just reached her hand out and began to stroke my cock, hanging on as I continued to suck on her little cunny. I could feel the trembling in her belly, and with my thumb shoved it deep into her ass. The shock in her eyes as she arched her back. The movement, the suddenness and she was exploding. Needing silence and whispering to no one in particular, "Oh god. Yes. Oh my god. So good." And her cries were tumbling out of her, she went completely rigid and squeezed her legs around my head so tight it hurt.

She was utterly surrendering to me, liquid. I could do anything to her. And she began to fall into me, and shiver, and cry. Her hair was across her mouth and she panted. Turning to her side and back, clinging to me and crying out. Oh, this little girl who was disheveled, naked, my hungry little slut sister getting what she wanted. What she wanted: Me eating her out. Sucking on her cunt. Fingers up her ass. 

And she came, creaming white in my face and crying, relaxing again, her one hand fallen on her breast, the other stroking my hair. Then rising, taking her robe, me standing before her, grasping my cock, letting go. Slipping her robe on and leaving into the darkness of the house.