13 comments/ 215343 views/ 11 favorites Satisfaction Ch. 01 By: Prizmatic Scott looked at the date on the calendar. Summer vacation was already halfway over. "Jesus, how did that happen?" he muttered as he opened the refrigerator door. Thank God there were a few beers inside--working his summer job as a landscaper really fried him on hot days like this. So he was only nineteen--he was the only one home, and nobody'd miss one can of beer. He popped the top, listening to the cooling sizzle, then gulped down a few swallows. "Hey, what are you doing?!" Cassie came around the corner, fixing her eyes on him in mock scolding. "You better hope Dad doesn't catch you." "That'd be pretty hard since he's at work." "Okay, you better hope he doesn't count the cans." "Ah, chill out. It's fucking hot out there and my ass is dragging." "Yeah, I know." Her voice lowered to its usual tone. "I was dying too." Cassie worked as a lifeguard at the county pool. She might have been roasting in her chair out there, but her shorts revealed that she had a great tan to show for it. "Going out tonight?" she asked. "No. When school's out you can't buy a date." "Tss," she said. "I can't buy a date when school's in." "The hell you couldn't." "Yeah, right, I'm Miss Stay at Home. Seems like all the guys only want the supersluts." "That's not true. Besides, the guys that want the supersluts, you don't want. Unless you like being treated like shit." She sighed and opened her purse to find her lip gloss. "Well, all I know is I'm the only virgin in the entire school." "Good. Keep it that way." "Oh, yeah, that's easy for you to say. You've probably done a million girls." "Shit, no. Only three." "Well, that's three more than I've had." "What, you want three girls?" "Asshole," she returned, smiling. "You know what I mean. I mean, I've been on the pill forever, I'm ready to go, but...nothing!" "Hey, you're only eighteen. Why does it have to happen right now?" "Cuz I want it!" She laughed, and then looked at him for a moment. "Scott..." "Hm?" "What's it feel like?" Suddenly she looked shy and innocent. "God, Cassie, I'm not gonna talk to you about this!" "Oh, come on. I'm just asking." "Besides, I don't know how it feels for a girl." "Well, what's it feel like for you?" He sighed, then finally said, "Good. Damn good." "Aw, man, I wish--" "No you don't. I'm telling you, the guys you think you want'll just use you and dump you." "Well, if I could find a guy who wouldn't do that--but it doesn't matter anyway. I'm not exactly what you'd call hot." "What the hell! Yes you are!" "Yeah, sure." "No, you are." Suddenly he was looking at her closely. Somehow the skinny girl he had used to torment by calling her 'Casshole' had morphed into a gorgeous young woman with a beautiful face and a knockout body. He'd never even noticed before. "Babe, you are seriously hot." She blushed and looked down. "Hell, any red-blooded man would want to fuck you. You're my sister and I'd want to fuck you." The words were out before he even realized what he'd said. Now his face went red--but his cock was twitching. God, it was true! He would fuck her if he had the chance! "Would you?" she said softly, her voice feathery. He drew his breath in. If he said this now, he couldn't take it back. But God damn it, he did want her. Her eyes were looking into his intently, and he thought he saw a little glimmer there. Jesus, did she want it too? "Yeah, I would," he said finally. "Wow," was all she could say. He put the beer down and said, "C'mere, Babe." She took a tentative step toward him. He grabbed her by the waist and plopped her down on the counter, with her legs apart a little, and stood between her knees. Her butt was back on the counter, so his cock was nowhere near her pussy, but it was almost fully hard. Her beautiful thighs were spread apart--for him. He almost couldn't take it. Slowly he leaned down toward her, and as she closed her eyes, his lips met hers. He could tell she'd been kissed before; she knew how to kiss him back, and she did, lazily, drowsily almost. His lips tingled, and he opened them a little and slid his tongue out. Immediately her tongue came out to meet his, and the tips of their tongues circled slowly. He put his hands on her legs just above her knees. God, his cock was aching, his nipples were tight, he'd never been so aroused before! He drew back and looked into her eyes. He saw she was excited but a little nervous. "Tell you what," he said. "Why don't you just think about it, and then if you still want to, tell me." Mutely, she nodded. There was fire and thrill in her eyes. He knew he'd better get out of the kitchen before he just threw her down and slammed her right there. So he grabbed the beer can and threw it in the trash, then went upstairs to take a shower. He threw his clothes off, turned the water on, and jumped in. His cock was so hard it hurt, screaming for some attention, so he started stroking it, circling the head with his fingers. Oh, God, she was so sexy! He started pulling on it, thinking about how she'd looked on the counter, with the little crotch of her shorts barely covering her pussy...and his cock exploded, shooting sperm up into the water. He blew his breath out. At least he had come, but it wasn't going to be enough. All he could think about was Cassie's pussy. He had to have it. Christ, he hoped she'd let him! >>++ Two days later, he came home to find himself alone in the house. Cassie hadn't said anything, but every time they looked at each other he saw her cheeks get pink, so he knew she was thinking the same things he was. Just as he was about to go upstairs, he heard the front door open and Cassie came in, still wearing her bathing suit. It was a little green bikini, not demure but not sleazy either; it just fit her well and showed off her fine body. He tried not to stare at her lean thighs, her flat stomach, the tops of her tits jiggling as she walked. "How you doin'," he said. "Good. How about you?" "Good." They stood there for a moment, just looking at each other. Cassie's cheeks got pink again. Finally she said, "Scott..." "Yeah." "I've been thinking...and I want to." His heart started thumping. He wanted to just grab her and rip her bikini off, but he managed just to say, "Good. So do I." "Okay," she said softly. "Well, Mom and Dad won't be home for three hours." "Okay, but I mean, I'm pretty gross right now. I have suntan oil all over me." "Well then," he said, "I guess it's time for a shower." "Okay, let me get ready." He laughed. "No, I mean together." "Oh," she giggled. He came up to her and picked her up by waist and carried her up the stairs. Why the hell was he being so romantic? He never was with any other girl. But Cassie was his sister, and he wanted to take special care of her. He set her down in the bathroom, turned on the shower, and pulled his shirt off. Cassie stood there looking shy. "C'mon, Babe, take off your suit. Let me see you." She giggled again, then slowly unhooked the top of her bathing suit and slid it off. Her tits were gorgeous, firm and round with puffy pink nipples. His cock stiffened, making a tent in his jeans. She turned and pulled her bottoms off, revealing her shapely hips. He had to bite his tongue to keep from saying, Whew. "So?" she said, turning around again. "What do you think?" "I think you're the sexiest bitch I've ever seen." "Well, aren't you going to take your jeans off?" "Yeah." He unzipped them and started pulling them down. He was pretty good-looking, and the landscaping work had given him firm muscles and a decent tan. When he pulled his boxers off, she could see his swollen cock standing straight up. Not that it was huge, but it was nice-looking. "So what do you think?" he said to her. "You're pretty sexy too," she answered, smiling. "No, you're really sexy." "Okay, then, let's get in." They entered the shower and she reached for her shampoo. "Uh-uh," he said. "That isn't how it works. We're going to wash each other." "Oh!" "I'll wash you first." He took the shampoo, put a little in his hand, and started lathering her hair. "Ooh, that feels good," she said. "I love it when I'm at the salon and the hairdresser washes my hair." He worked his fingers against her scalp and she curled her back and raised her shoulders. "Mm, you could do that all day," she said. "Oh, no, I have a lot else to do," he answered. "Is it clean?" "Yeah." "Okay, rinse it out." So she did, tossing her head under the water to get the suds out, then smoothing her hair back with her hands. Standing there in front of him, she looked so gorgeous, he couldn't wait to touch her. He grabbed her body wash--he knew it was hers because she guarded it with her life--poured some into his palm, and rubbed it till it foamed. Then he put his hands on her shoulders and started washing her. He really wanted to get to her tits, but that would be tacky, so he did her arms first, then around her collarbones. The slippery skin felt delicious under his hands. Then he went lower, and finally had her tits in his hands. Her nipples went hard, and she let out a breath. "You like that?" "Mm, yeah." Her voice was purring. He soaped around her tits, enjoying the feel of them, letting his thumb graze a nipple now and then to make her twitch in pleasure. Then he moved his hands down and ran them over her waist, her stomach, her hips, her backside. God, her pussy was right there waiting for him! But first he crouched down and did her legs, bottom to top. Finally he was there, and he slid his hand down around her pubic bone and over her cunt. The hair was clipped short, but not shaved. He approved of that--shaved pussies belonged on porn stars, not beautiful, classy girls like Cassie. She closed her eyes and exhaled a little sigh, leaning her hips toward him, and opened her legs a little. Her pussy lips were soft and he could feel the tip of her clit between them. He couldn't believe he was doing this--standing there stroking his fingers over his sister's soapy cunt, making her bite her lip in pleasure. He was ready to take her right there, but he didn't want it to be like that her first time. Their first time. "Oh my God, Scott, that feels so good," she said, tipping her head back. "Does it? It's gonna get better." He could probably have made her come, but he didn't. He wanted her hot and ready for him. "Now it's your turn to wash me." "Okay." She turned around, rinsing the suds off her body, then rubbed his bar of soap between her hands. "Now, where to start?" "On my hair, you dope." "Oh, shut up," she said casually, smiling, rinsed her hands and got the shampoo ready. He bent down a little so she could reach his head and let her rub the lather through his hair. She curled her fingers and washed his scalp with her nails. He liked that feeling too, although he would never admit it. "Okay, it's clean," she said, so he rinsed and stood before her, letting her look at him. It was obvious she liked what she saw. She soaped her hands again and tentatively started at his shoulders, like he had done to her. As her hands ran down his arms, goose bumps raced across his skin. Her touch was gentle and sweet, and he shivered with enjoyment. She washed his chest, his back, his behind, his legs, and then stopped. "Well, there's still one part you didn't do." She looked down, then up again. "I don't know how," she said. "Oh. Well, just start with your fingertips. From the bottom to the head." She laughed nervously, extended her fingers, and his knees buckled as her fingertips touched his shaft. She looked up, worried, then realized he liked it. "Keep going, Babe." Slowly she ran her fingers up, then stroked them over the head. "Oh, God," he said, his eyes sliding half-closed. "Is that how you like it?" "Oh, yeah." He let her pet him some more, then said, "Now curl your hand around it, and go up and back." She did it gently, then a little more firmly, and he felt the blood rush from the rest of his body and fill his groin. If she did it any more, he knew he'd come, so he took her hand away. "Babe, you're getting me too hot too fast." "Oh," she said, blushing. "Let's get out and I'll dry you off." He got out, grabbed her towel, and held it open for her. When she stepped into it, he wrapped it partway around her and started rubbing and blotting her all over. She shivered when the terry cloth ran across her nipples and when he patted her cunt with it. "C'mon, Scott," she said, "let's go." He grabbed her, whirled her around, and pulled her to her bedroom. Her bed was neatly made, so he threw the covers down and lay her on the bed, coming down on top of her. Her legs parted a little, and he maneuvered his cock between them so his shaft touched her clit. "Aaah," she said, opening her legs wider. He couldn't believe how good she felt. The other girls he'd been with were okay, but everything about Cassie felt so right: the velvet texture of her skin, the shape of her curves, her soft tits under his chest. He pressed his pelvis into hers, rocking a little, rubbing his shaft over her. Her pussy was wet and throbbing, her hips moving hesitantly against his. They lay like that for a few minutes, their motions becoming stronger, till finally she burst out, "God, Scott, stop teasing and do it!" Breathing hard, he raised up and took his cock in his hand, rubbing the head around her opening. She was panting, spreading her legs for him. "Okay," he said, and pushed gently, easing his head into her hole. Her eyes went closed and she let her breath out hard. "Is that okay?" he said. "I'm not hurting you, am I?" "God, no, come on, I want all of you." So he slid the whole way in, and they both moaned. "Good?" he said. "Oh, yeah. Give it to me." He lowered himself down to her and began to move, slowly and evenly, to give her a chance to get accustomed to it. But he couldn't help himself, he had to start thrusting. Cassie rode with him, and his mouth found hers, and they rubbed their tongues together, sighing into each other's mouths. Jesus, it had never been like this! He moved harder and she matched his strokes, undulating beneath him. He could feel her start to tremble, then shake, and then she cried out, "Oh God, Scott, that feels so good!" and he felt her pussy snap around him, then burst into thumps. "Aaaah!" she shouted, her body pushing up into his, and her pleasure brought him to climax. He pumped into her quickly, screamed, and let his cock burst inside her, filling her pussy with his sperm. They were both sweating when he pulled out of her and gathered her into his arms, catching his breath. She cuddled into him and kissed his shoulder. "You okay?" he asked. "Oh my God, I never dreamed it'd be like that!" "Hey, Babe, anything for you." He stroked her cheek with his finger. "You're sweet." He couldn't believe he'd just fucked his sister, came in her pussy, and she'd loved it. Oh, man, there was no way one time was going to be enough! Satisfaction Ch. 02 At supper that night, Scott and Cassie tried to act normal, but Scott knew their eyes lingered on each other a split-second longer than before. Every time he looked at Cassie, his mind was suddenly filled with flashes of what they had done, and then he had to look away as his cock hardened. "How was your day?" his mother said, and he shifted in his seat as the flashbacks took over his vision again. "Good," he finally managed to answer. "How about you, Cassie?" "Fine. Hot." Suddenly she realized the pun she'd made, and she bit her lower lip as she smiled. "I have to work the late shift tomorrow." "Okay. Well, I can take you to the pool, but I won't be able to pick you up. Can you get a ride home?" "I can pick her up," Scott said immediately, then wished he hadn't. Usually his mother would have asked him and he would have rolled his eyes and acted annoyed. God, he was being way too obvious! Going to have to stop that. But he couldn't even remember what normal was anymore. "That'd be great," Cassie said. "I get done at six." >>@ As he swung his car into the parking lot he saw Cassie coming out of the snack bar. She had a bathing suit on again, this time a blue one a little skimpier than her green one. He took a deep breath as he watched her approach. Then she opened the door and threw a towel over the seat and got in. "Hi, Babe," he said, trying not to leer. But damn, she was so gorgeous! "Hi," she said, looking down, smiling. He put the car in gear and pulled out. The windows were down, and the air made Cassie's hair flow out and shimmer. They rode in silence for a few minutes, and then, looking out the window, Cassie said, "Scott?" "Hm?" She turned her head toward him, then said, "I want to do it again." "So do I. Again, and again, and again." She sat back in the seat. "God, I'm so horny I want to pop! But Mom and Dad are gonna be home!" "Hm, that's no problem. We'll just make a little stop on the way." "Ooh." Now she was really smiling. "But where are we gonna go?" "Don't worry, I'll find a place." He was looking at her out the corner of his eye as he steered, feeling his cock getting warm. He reached over and ran the back of his finger over her crotch. "You're wet," he said. "That your suit or your pussy?" She leaned back further in her seat, letting her legs open a little, and said, "Both." Then she reached over and gave a squeeze to the bulge in his pants. "You're hard." "Babe, I've been hard all day." They smiled and fell silent again; then he swerved onto a small gravel road and quickly they were engulfed in trees. When he stopped the car, the only sounds were the buzz of cicadas and the rustling of the trees. "How'd you know about this place?" she said. "I didn't. I just saw it." He wasn't about to tell her he'd tried to bag one of his girlfriends there--not that it mattered, because he'd never even gotten to second base before she'd popped him in the gut and demanded he take her home. The road ended a few yards ahead of them, and he could see no signs of anyone or anything around. It looked perfect. "Okay," he said, "grab your towel and let's go." Outside, she lay the towel in a patch of grass. He couldn't wait any more, so he grabbed her and kissed her, pulling her against him. "Mm," she said into his mouth, as they pressed their hips together, seeking what they knew they liked. This time their tongues snaked together deeper, and his hands went down and cupped her buttocks, then stroked over them. In response, she wormed her fingers under the waistband of his pants, then pulled his shirt out. When she slipped her hands inside, the feel of her warm palms on his skin made his suck his breath in. So he pulled the back of her bathing suit together, making it into a thong, and caressed her bare butt. "Oh, yeah," she said, running her hands up his chest, over his nipples that were already standing erect. The feeling went straight to his cock, and he pulled Cassie harder, then sneaked his fingers under the crotch of her suit. "Oh, Scott, that feels so good," she whispered, closing her eyes as he probed the tip of one finger just the slightest way into her hole. He felt her wet juices coating his fingertip, and he knew what he wanted to do. She was unzipping his pants, reaching inside to stroke his cock, and he heard himself breathing harder. If he let her, she'd make him blow his load right like this, and Christ, he wanted to, but even worse he wanted to fuck the hell out of her. But first things first. He began pulling her suit off, and just as fast she followed his lead, undoing his clothes. Their clothes ended up in a pile on the grass, and he lifted her up by the hips. Giggling, she wrapped her legs around him. Sweet Jesus, he could just slide her down on his cock like a pole--but he had something else in mind first. So he sank to his knees and lay her down on her back, kneeling between her thighs. She propped herself up on her elbows, looking at him through her half-closed eyes. He knew she wanted him to fuck her. "C'mon," she said, arching her stomach up, exposing more of her cunt to him. "I'm gonna," he said. "Lay back." She did, and he knelt there looking at her pretty pussy, his mouth watering. He'd never gone down on a girl, never especially wanted to. With the other girls it was all about scoring, not pleasing them. But Cassie...not only did he want to drive her insane with pleasure, he wanted to enjoy her. He put his hands on her thighs and leaned closer, letting the scent of her pussy drift into his nose. It smelled faintly like shrimp, but he liked shrimp, so he inhaled and savored it. He glanced up and she was watching him, wide-eyed. "No guy ever ate your pussy?" he said. "No," she whispered, shaking her head. "Hm," he said, and kissed up the inside of her thigh to the edge of her pubic hair, then gently placed his lips on her cunt. "Oh," she said, throwing her head back. He kissed her pussy lips some more, then pushed the tip of his tongue between them to get his first real taste of her. It was a tangy, musty, clammy flavor, and momentarily he thought it must be an acquired taste, but in an instant he acquired it. So he pressed his lips a little harder, forcing her pussy lips to open a little. "Aaah," she moaned, and he lapped at her clit, then slid his tongue alongside it. She was juicy and her cunt was throbbing under his mouth. He knew he was addicted now. "Oh, fuck," she said, letting him push his tongue into her hole. Yeah, he thought, his cock was going to be there before too long. But first he wanted to get her crazy hot. So he moved back up and mouthed her clit. "Oh, fuck," she groaned, grabbed his head, and spread her legs as wide as she could. Now her whole clit was exposed, and he began to suck it gently. "Oh my god, oh my god," she panted, her hips rocking up and back. Now she was good and hot--so he pulled back, leaving her hanging. "You fucker! Get the fuck back there and finish up!" "Oh, no. You need to suck me for a while." "You fucker!" But when he pulled himself up straight, she stopped complaining. His cock was so hard it felt like the skin would break open, standing stiff with the head swollen like a lollipop. It just looked like it needed to be sucked, and Cassie was off her back in a second, pushing him down onto the towel. "Alright, you bastard, you're gonna get yours," she said, and leaned over him. "You ever suck a guy's cock?" "No. Why don't you tell me what you like." "Okay. Well, just lick the slit first." She lowered her mouth to him slowly, and he could tell she was nervous about the taste. But he didn't say anything, just let her discover it. She touched her tongue to the head, and he breathed in through his nose. "Is that okay? I mean, am I doing it right?" "Oh, yeah." The sight of his sister's tongue extended and touching his prick made him fiery hot. God damn, she was so fucking sexy, and she was his! Sweet shit, how was he so lucky? "Now just take the head in your mouth." She did, engulfing it in her lips, and her wet, textured tongue ran along the underside. "Oh, shit," he gasped. "Shit, that's good." Cassie was getting braver, taking more of his prick into her mouth, moving up and back along the shaft. Then she took her mouth away and licked everywhere, and he watched her, feeling like he was in a trance. She looked up quickly. "Is it okay? Do you like it?" "Fuck, yeah." She shoved her mouth down onto him, and he groaned and pushed upward under her. "Oh, yeah, Babe, suck it. Suck my cock, bitch." Only a moment later did he realize he'd called her bitch, and he was pissed at himself for doing it. But she didn't seem to take it personally--well, after all, she had called him a fucker and a bastard--she just kept sucking, and he kept watching her do it. "Oh, shit, shit, shit." He knew he was going to come if he let her keep going, but he didn't want to. For one thing, he was still planning on fucking the shit out of her, and for another, he knew what his come tasted like. He'd sampled a dab of it once after jacking off, and he thought it was disgusting, like mildewy snot. No way was he going to shoot that into her mouth--especially when he could blast it into her pussy. So with all his strength of will, he pushed her away, and rolled her onto her back. "You ready for my cock in your pussy?" "God, yes!" This time he couldn't be slow or gentle; he thrust his prick into her fast and smooth. "Aw, yeah!" she screeched. He looked down at her, her legs spread wide for him, her tits jiggling, her fingers playing with her nipples. He was fucking his sister, and she was so goddamn hot! He pumped harder, and she took every bit of him, her cunt tightening firmer and firmer, till it felt like she was suctioning the sperm out of him and he shoved into her hard as his cock shot like a rocket. His vision seemed to black out for a moment, and then he realized that Cassie still needed to come. He moved a few more times, rubbing her clit with his pubic hair, and her cunt burst into shaking spasms, juicing up his cock even more. It took her a few moments to catch her breath, but finally she said, "Oh, fuck, Scott, that is so fucking good!" "Yeah, it is," he answered, lying out beside her, feeling like a stretched rubber band. "It's goddamn good." They lay there holding hands, and then she said slowly, "Does this make us perverts?" "I don't know," he admitted. Then, "No, I don't think so. I mean, if we were doing it with Mom and Dad--" "Ewww!" "--that'd be perverted. But we're both the same age, and we both like it, so who cares? It's not like anybody's being abused or anything." "That's for sure." He sat up. "But we better get home before it gets too late." >>@ When they walked into the house, their mother was just dishing out supper. "Well, finally you're home!" she said. "We were starting to get worried!" "No big deal," Scott said. "We just stopped for a treat on the way."