2 comments/ 108433 views/ 5 favorites A Precise Motion By: jthserra   A Precise Motion When they clicked it was perfection, sheer motion in duet, a twin blur in pirouette, a precise form gliding as one and an unblemished image in silhouette. When they didn't click they utterly crashed, tumbling and skidding across the ice, a sad imitation, completely graceless. Today they crashed, onto the ice, into the wall and finally into each other as Jason knocked his sister Katlin sprawling hard onto the ice. Completely frustrated with their practice, Jason half-heartedly skated over to his sister to help her up, nearly causing her to fall again. She glared at him and without a word skated to the exit, and without removing her skates clomped clumsily to the locker room. Jason stayed on the ice and practiced a few moves, finishing with a perfectly executed quad before he flashed over to the exit and carefully removed his skates. He slowly pulled on his shoes and only then did he walk over to his coach. "Not a good day," the balding old man said. "No, it's my fault, I just felt tired today," Jason answered. "Tired? Yet you finished with a perfect quad." "Hell, that was just frustration, I don't know if I'd ever hit that without being so pissed off." "Is Katlin okay?" "Yeah, just mad at me and deservedly so I guess. Did she say anything to you?" "Well gave me a look, but that's all. I think perhaps well just forget today, start over tomorrow. We still have the rink for an hour, but we're not gonna accomplish anything more today. What do you think?" "That's a good idea, she didn't look like she wanted to talk any either. I guess I'll see you tomorrow." "Five am?" "Sharp," Jason answered, reaching out to take his hand. After shaking hands, Jason watched his coach limp away, wondering how that broken old body ever could have made the Olympic Trials. Jason picked up his skates, grabbed Katlin's shoes and walked across the empty corridor toward the locker rooms. Slowly opening the door, he stuck his head in to tell her he was tossing her shoes in, but he heard a strange moaning. Worried she might be crying, he stepped in the door and walked toward the sound, knowing his sister would be the only person in there. Peeking his head around the end of a row of lockers, he spotted her, sitting at the end of a long bench, facing the wall. He was about to say something to her, when he suddenly fell silent, realizing first of all that she was completely naked and secondly she wasn't crying. Jason stood motionless, staring at the beads of water dripping off her hair, cascading down her muscular back, rolling over her firm ass and pooling on the bench around her. Leaning forward a bit, he realized there was a full length mirror on the wall she was facing and Jason could see her reflection now. Tiny drops of water seemed to sparkle on her tiny breasts accenting the firm hard nubs of her nipples. One of her hands moved over her left breast, the palm circling on her nipple, while the other hand moved in slow arcs, moving over her clit and then downward as she slipped her fingers into herself for lubrication. Knowing he should move away, he froze, feeling his cock harden, protruding from his warm-ups. With her shoes on one hand and his skates in the other, he couldn't reach down and adjust himself without disturbing his sister, so he simply stood still, watching intently with his erection sticking straight out. Katlin moaned loudly, sliding her ass over the wet cushion of the bench, pumping her hips forward and back as her fingers continued moving over her breast and clit. Her eyes had been closed all this time, but now he noticed her open them, seeing the sky blue between her squinting eyelids. At first she concentrated on herself, watching each movement of her hands as she made love to her body, but then her gaze moved in the mirror. For a moment, their eyes met, as both stared longingly at each other, but then she turned and stood up, covering her breasts with one hand and her pussy with the other. "What are you doing here?" she said loudly. "I… I… I just was going to give you your shoes, you left them. I heard you… I thought you were crying." "Crying?" she screamed… but then fell silent as her eyes moved down and focused on his erection. "How long have you been here?" "Just a few min…" "You like what you see?" she asked. "No… ah I mean yes, I mean…" "Shhh. You liked it," she said smiling slyly and nodding at his erection, which was beginning to flag. "Where's Mr…" "He left already, I'll go too, wait for you outside." "No, don't." "Don't?" "You got a look at me, I think I deserve the same." "Oh come on, Sis," Jason said jokingly. "Come on Sis, that sounds intriguing," she said, walking toward him. Jason put her shoes on the floor and took a step backwards, realizing his cock had hardened again at her teasing. He should have turned and left, but instead, he dropped his skates and moved towards his sister. Katlin reached first for him, grabbing the elastic waste band of his warm-ups and maneuvering it, along with his jockey shorts over his now throbbing cock. Jason looked down as she kneeled on the carpeted floor and took him into her mouth, sucking it hard as in moved slowly past her lips. Reaching down, Jason ran his fingers through her wet hair, guiding her motion over his cock as he pumped his hips back and forth. Feeling the pleasure roll down the length of him, he felt the pressure building in his balls and quickly pulled back, freeing his cock from her mouth. Katlin glared up at him hissing, "What…" "I'll come too soon, I want to…" "We've got an hour before anyone gets here, just let me do this," she said, moving her mouth back over him as she pushed him back on the bench, forcing him to sit down. Jason felt her hand grab the base of his cock as her mouth swirled around the purple head. Seeing her move over him, he closed his eyes, giving himself completely into the sensation. Between her hand, her lips and her tongue, Katlin was doing something to Jason he had never felt before and almost immediately he felt the waves of pleasure overtake him. Lifting his ass off the bench, he came, pumping spurt after spurt of cum into his sister's thirsty mouth. Easing back onto the bench, he leaned back onto his elbows and watched Katlin draw every drop of his white liquid from him. Remembering his massive erection, he watched his limp cock slip from her lips, as her tongue swept over the tip several times, lapping up the last bit of his jism. Without a word, she stepped up and over the bench, straddling it and laying back. Jason sat up and grabbed her by the knees, sliding her. Her wet back slid easily over the cushion as he pulled her to the end of the bench and kneeled down. Katlin rested her feet on his back as Jason moved his face toward her wet, fragrant opening. Wanting to taste her, he immediately moved forward, slicing his tongue between her lips, pushing it deep into her cunt. She gasped at the sudden sensation of this quick penetration, but then began to move her hips in unison with the motion of his tongue as it darted into her and then slowly ran up between her soft lips to her clit. Jason breathed through his nose, taking in her pungent scent as the tangy flavor of her wetness rolled over his tongue. For some time he moved up and down her, teasing her clit and then diving back to the incredible taste of her, but soon, as he sensed her getting closer to coming, he moved his hand up to her and pressed first one and then a second finger inside her, as his tongue began slowly circling around her clit. Katlin reached down and grabbed his head, pulling him to her as she ground her pussy onto his face, reveling in the feel of her brother. Jason felt his cock harden once again as his sister lifted her head and stared directly into his eyes as she came with a loud groan. Jason pushed his fingers deep into his sister, but stopped moving his tongue over her delicate clit, letting her simply grind against him as she slowly calmed, finally collapsing back onto the bench. He paused just a moment for her to catch her breath and then he stood and pulled her further back onto the bench, before stepping between her legs. He eased his cock up to her wet lips and they both watched in amazement as he, ever so slowly, slid his cock into her. Katlin whispered, "See, I knew you'd be ready for more." "God you feel good Katlin," he groaned. "Yes, yes, fuck me Jason, fuck me." Hearing her words, he leaned forward and thrust deep into her, feeling his balls bounce against her ass. He looked down, saw her staring up at him and matched her stare. The moved now, with a precision they long practiced on the ice, in a perfect combination of length and depth, of hardness and softness, of strength and grace they flowed into and over each other. Lost in the sensations, their eyes never closed, keeping them locked on each other as they felt the intensity sweep over them in thrust after thrust, moan after moan, penetration after splashing penetration. They came together, perfectly together, as if that was all they could have done, their perfect bodies crashing together with a precision and a grace never before realized. Jason filled her completely, shooting himself into her as she enveloped him in her wet passion, her muscles pulsing around him. Entwined, they lay together for a long time, as Jason's cock slowly softened and finally tumbled from her wet warmth. They breathed together, their sweat mingling, their skin clinging together until they heard a loud bang. Quickly sitting up Jason whispered, "It's probably Willie." He grabbed his clothes and began pulling them on as Katlin sat up. Hearing the sound of the Zamboni machine firing up, they both relaxed a little, knowing it would be another fifteen or twenty minutes before anyone else would arrive. "Willie will be on the machine for a while, you have time to take a shower if you want," Katlin said. "No, I think I'd like to spend the day smelling you on me," he said, running his hand through her damp hair. "Me too," she replied, grabbing her clothes and pulling them on. "We better get going, I've got to run some errands before heading over to the university." "Yeah, I got some stuff to do too." He said, grabbing his skates and heading for the door. "Hopefully we'll skate a bit better tomorrow." Tossing her hair over her shoulder Katlin replied, "Oh I'm sure we will." Jason stepped through the door out of the women's locker room, glanced around making sure no one saw him and then headed for his car. Just as he reached the main exit another skater passed him. "How's the ice," the woman asked. "The ice is good, real good," he answered, seeing Katlin come out of the locker room and head his way.