5 comments/ 54094 views/ 41 favorites Complex Life By: coochiebarber All the characters involved in sexual activities in this story are of 18 years or older. I thank Todger65 for editing this story. He was a great help. ------------------------------------------------------------- Steve slithered his cock out of Amelie's mouth, causing a wet pop as the head slipped along her starving lips. She blew as she tried to catch her breath, her lips and chin still wet from the rigorous face fuck. Before she could get herself together, his hands were on her shoulders pushing her backward until she was lying against the tiled floor. It felt cold against her naked back, although everything inside her felt hot and energetic as she stared up at his strong naked body standing over her. Her hand moved unconsciously to her slick wet pussy lips. She played with her aroused clit, breathing hard, and eager for more. "I want to taste you, I want to eat your cum." She gulped. "Is that all that you wanted...to become my dirty little cum slut? To break all the rules society has laid out for siblings?" He paused, while she licked and sucked her cum off of his fingers, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes," she confessed with an impish smirk. "Right now I only want to live by our own rules." "You're living up to them perfectly. Was it rough enough for you? Did my cock in your throat feel good?" "Mmm... Yes baby, I loved it. But now I need my brother's big hard cock in my cunt." She could feel her pussy slippery with juices, and she was still rosy from her orgasm. "Good. Because I can't wait to fuck your juicy cunt." He stood, pulling her up off the floor with him, his hands grasping the round cheeks of her ass as he pulled her to the bed, throwing her down onto it; she gasped, panting and still hungry for more. He clutched her legs and pulled them up and apart. As she was very supple from years of exercise, they fell back effortlessly against her breasts and spread wide apart. She glared him with wide eyes, smothering a moan as he leaned forward until his tongue touched the wet folds of her swollen cunt now slick and slippery with juices. He sucked her clit before his tongue reached deeply inside her, and then moved up again to tickle her clit back and forth while she wriggled and moaned, until she was bucking her hips up against his skillful mouth. "Fuck yess....brother..." she cried as his tongue circled her now sensitive clit. "Mmm, you like my tongue, don't you my little slut," he muttered, before plunging his tongue back into her wet tunnel. He moved his tongue rapidly up and down her juicy slit, increasing the length of his strokes. His hands gripped her butt from below, lifting her a little off the bed so that his tongue could slide down to her ass crack; pressing against her little brown puckered hole, and making her groan with pleasure. "Oh fuck; fuck my cunt with your tongue." Her hands clutched both her ankles as they were up high over her head, giving him complete access to everything he wanted. He totally controlled her lower half, lifting it up off the bed, folded in half as she was, and drawing her onto his mouth. He licked her anus and drove his tongue into it with effort, while her hands held the sheets for balance. She could feel her pussy quivering as he alternated between sucking her clit and slipping down to sample her pussy juices and her ass with an unpredicted rhythm that had her breathing hard. "Mmm...oh yes....." she moaned. Each of the laps of his tongue drove her closer and closer to a robust orgasm that had her thrusting desperately against his mouth and thrashing against the mattress. His fingers plowed into her ass cheeks, holding her firmly as his tongue filled her pulsating cunt again, feeling every spasm as she came hard on his invading tongue. "This is the second time you've brought me to such a powerful orgasm," she giggled weakly. The heat from her orgasm had not dissipated yet. Her pussy was still throbbing and tender, and her eyes were half-closed still rejoicing in the exhilarations. Before she could gather her senses, he slid up over her body, and she felt the abrupt hard thrust of his cock stretching her cunt up to her cervix. She screamed with pleasure at the sudden stabbing, as her greasy cunt wrapped his cock tightly as he pounded her burning cunt hole; making the bed creak beneath them. "Oh, God," she whimpered, melting beneath the wonderful sensations of his cock sliding between her trembling thighs. He pulled her legs up high, over his shoulders, allowing deeper movement until she could feel his scrotum smacking against her butt. The room was filled with the noises of their sex slapping against each other, loud and wet; combined with their whimpers and puffing as he fucked her harder than she'd ever been fucked before. Her hands skated down over his muscled back to hook at his ass, drawing him into her as she pushed up to meet his every thrust. The pace increased until they were both soaking with sweat, and the bedpost was thumping against the wall. "Fuck me," she cried in an astonished trance. "Fucking use me up like there is no tomorrow. Make me scream your name." "Oh yeah. You want rougher?" He groaned, as he violently tormented her slick cunt harder. "Yesss, give me some more." She spoke as she pulled him further into her. Swiftly, he pulled his cock out and rolled her over roughly. "Get on your knees," he commanded. Breathless, she struggled to rise up on her knees, bracing herself on wobbly legs. Her hands grasped the sheets, as she offered her ass to her brother, twisting her back and looking over her shoulder mischievously. "Fuck me in the ass, if that's what it takes." He grinned, and rubbed his hands roughly over her ass cheeks before giving it a good hard slap, leaving a blood red print in its wake. The heat from the tingle was delicious as she felt him spread her ass cheeks apart and using the slippery juices from her freshly hammered cunt to smear over her asshole. "How long has it been since someone invaded this tight little ass?" he asked. "Too long," she muttered. "It's all yours now. Take it any way you want to." She felt the smooth crown of his cock slither up and down along her ass crack, teasing it while she shamelessly pushed back against it, her hands grasping the sheets, readying herself with anticipation for his pleasant assault. He pushed forward, and she felt herself open up to accept the large head of his cock. He pushed a little harder and his cock burst passed her tight entrance. "Oh, fuck Steveee, easy...," she screamed and arched downward until her face was touching the pillow. After a while, her hand moved between her legs to play with her aroused clit as she pushed back onto him; relaxing the muscular ring of her tight asshole to take more of him into her tightest hole. Slowly but firmly he worked his entire length deep inside her ass until she could feel his sack pressing against her cunt. The enormity of his penetration filled her up so completely and turned the initial pain of his entry into a spicy pleasure that filled her with warmness and a desire for more. He pulled back, before siding forward again, each thrust causing her to moan louder as she pressed back against him. She urged him on, pleading him to fuck her ass harder; feeling depraved and raw with her immoral needs to be owned by her brother completely. His hands held her ass cheeks tight, spreading them apart as he continued to fuck her fast and hard. "Does that feel good?" "Oh god, fuck yes, I love it. Fuck my ass harder; fuck me like you own me." She moaned aloud, as she clawed at the bed, her gorgeous breasts jiggling with every delicious thrust. "You enjoy being your brother's little ass slut don't you?" "Yes!" she screamed, lost in the moment. She spat out a series of dirty profanities begging him to fuck her bum hole as hard and deep as he could, prompting a groan from him as he got hold of the long length of her hair and pulled it, yanking her head back as he upped the force of his assault. He continued thrashing her ass as the bed shook beneath them, the headboard hitting viciously against the wall. They went on and on until she was flushed and wet with sweat; feeling torn apart by each thrust of his thick cock, ever hard and desperate to fuck her ass with a vigor that seemed ruthless. Her cunt throbbed in response; her hair being pulled back in ecstasy was guiding her movement along with his each stab. He moved his hands onto both her shoulders; on the back of her throat, pulling her back onto him with every forceful thrust. The wet noises of their pounding filled the room, as she was coming hard. She lamented as she felt the fast powerful throbs emit from her cunt, causing her tight little greedy asshole to contract around his rock hard cock as though milking it. He thrust forward, reaching into her as deeply as he could before she felt his cock throbbing inside her, filling her ass up with strong streams of hot thick cum. His hands ran up and down her sides that were slick with sweat as he slowed his blows until he finally slipped out of her slick ass. Still winded she rolled over; sliding down the mattress she looked up at him with half opened lusty eyes, and wrapped her lips around his messy cock, still slippery and wet with cum, and licked him slowly. She took his softening but thick shaft deep into her mouth, tasting the remains of their wanton sex play. He smiled at her, running his fingers through the messy tangles of her blonde hair, watching her clean very last droplet of cum from his cock. Finally, once she was contented, she collapsed back against the bed, her whole body drained, feeling dirty but beautifully fucked. He lay down by her, and for a few minutes there was silence. They gathered their breath, listening to the soft pounding of their heartbeats. The cloud of their vigorous afternoon slowly began to fade as each breath brought her slowly back to the reality of her significance. "Oh my fucking god," she groaned finally. "I'm such a slut! I can't believe I let my brother fuck my ass and I fucking still can't believe I loved every inch of him digging deep inside my butt." He let out a short laugh. "That was what you wanted and you got it." "I feel like I've been dirtiest sister on the planet." She mumbled under her breath, suddenly thinking of her brother and the fact that she had lost her last inhibition. But then what did that mean? Was she really about to admit to what she had just done and then be away from her lovely brother and his marvelous cock? She shook off her confusing thoughts and grinned at her brother. She finally turned towards the sliding glass doors leading to the backyard and noticed that dusk had fallen already. How long had she been fucking her brother? She looked at the clock on the bedside table and realized it was dinner time. She let out a little gasp. "I have to get up! I didn't realize it was so late. I need to prepare dinner!" "That was one hell of a long spell," he smirked. She smirked back as she quickly got to her feet and started to put her robe back on and tried to brush through the jumble of her hair. She needed a shower, but she didn't have any more time before pulling dinner together. Hastily she cleaned her sore ass and pussy with tissues and tossed them in a waste box. "I had a great time." She admitted. "It was... the best fuck." She turned to her brother and eyed his flaccid cock as she walked to the door. "And now you think you have already dealt with the best?" He questioned with a wide grin. She smiled. "So far, yes, I do. And after all, I was on the verge of passing out. It never happened with me before." He laughed, his blue eyes sparking mischievously, as he raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that?" She didn't say anything but just grinned still looking at his soft cock. As she turned and stepped out of the room, she heard her brother, "We have plenty of time to try and raise the level. Night is still young." Shaking her head she just smiled. She wasn't sure if she could go through the vigorous activities yet again especially so soon. That was the third time he has fucked his sister during the course of a little more than a week. He lazily lay in the bed thinking about the impossible happening. It was like a dream come true. It was when he saw his half-drunk sister Amelie standing at the bar when he walked into his regular local hangout last Friday evening to gulp down a couple of beers and to see if any of his friends were around. He made his way through the unusual crowd and tapped her on the shoulder. "Hi Ame." When Amelie turned her head and saw it was her brother, she grinned. "Steve!" She spun round and encircled him with her slender arms and gave him a big hug. "You're a nice surprise. It has been a couple of weeks. How have you been?" He kissed her on the cheek. "I've been good. You?" He held his sister for a few seconds, enjoying her closeness and her delicate fragrance mixed with alcohol touching his nostrils. She let go of him and stepped back. "Do you like my new dress?" She pushed her hip out a little and rested her hand on it like a model. "I bought it this afternoon." She looked gorgeous. A dark navy blue dress that highlighted her lightly tanned skin and was made of an expensive material, wrapped her twenty four years old body as if it was custom-stitched only for her. A full length zipper made its way down the front between her large breasts, over her almost flat stomach and ended a few inches above where the hem stopped a little high on her thick, sexy thighs. The zipper was considerably pulled down at the front to show off her attractive cleavage. "You look wonderful," he said, fighting the temptation to look at the inviting cleavage she was revealing and the way her nipples pushed into the thin fabric. She scanned her brother from his messy short brown hair down to his black shoes. "You don't seem too bad yourself. You should keep your hair short more often." Not used to his sister giving compliments about his looks, he smiled shyly and said, "I'm not a big fan of short hair and only cut it short when I'm less lazy; which only happens every so often." "So," he said, "what brought you here?" "Not much. Just having a few drinks with those guys that I bumped into at the shopping mall." She pointed at two men in their mid-thirties who were playing pool on the other side of the crowded room. "The tall guy's Tom and the other one's called Frank, I think. Come with me and say hi." He shook his head. "Maybe later, right now I need to unwind." "Whenever you're set," she slurred, turning toward the bar. "I'd love to see if you can beat me for once." He watched her pick up her drink filled tray and head back towards her new found friends. The eyes of half the men in the room appeared to be on her as she ducked her way through the crowd, her taut round ass cheeks jiggling seductively with every step. He knew what they were thinking, since he was thinking same thing himself. She has the kind of body that encourages some pretty wild unrestrained fantasies, based around what they guessed she looked like naked and what they would like to do with her. He sat down on the only available stool at the bar and asked for a beer. When it arrived, he took a long sip and enjoyed the way the chilled yellowish-brown liquid hit his throat when he swallowed. His thirst now somewhat satisfied, he looked over at the game area where Amelie and her two unknown friends were playing pool. She was bent over the table while Tom stood right behind her, setting her cue into position with one hand while laying his other on her lower back. He was confused, as ever since she was big enough to play without stepping up on her tiptoe she had been practicing on their parent's pool table. As years passed by, she became a good player who could beat him easily even though he used to haunt pool rooms in his younger and more careless days. If she wanted, she could steal a small fortune out of any man who was stupid enough to believe that being blonde equals being dumb. So what was she getting down to? "Look at that tramp playing pool over there." said a man who was sitting beside him. He turned to see who was talking. An elderly man with fading gray hair, dressed in worn-out off-white dirty shorts, a blue shirt with top buttons missing, and heavy work boots. "Where?" Steve eyed the guy. The man looked back towards Amelie's group. "There, at the pool table, the one in the slutty dress. Look at the sexy ass on her." "Not too shabby," he said, trying not to seem too interested in her. They looked at her in silence as Tom leaned in closer and glided his hand from where it was resting on the small of her back, down onto one of her ass cheeks. He expected his sister to remove his hand tactfully but firmly, in the way most women do when a man strays too far, but she didn't. Rather, she let him stroke her while she positioned her cue on the ball and steered it rolling along to one of the others. When his hand reached below the edge of her dress and seemed about to make contact with the top of her exposed thigh, she grasped his wrist and gently drew it away. The man sitting beside him groaned and pulled his beer glass across the bar top. "Is she begging for it or what? Good lord, I'd give her whatever she is after." Steve fiddled with the curve of a soaked rubber mat on the bar. The way the man was talking about his sister was starting to get to him, so he got up. "I need to go to bathroom," he said, picking up his glass, "be back in a few." He hopped down from the stool and walked off into the gents, where he put his glass down on one of the two washbasins and went to a vacant urinal. While draining his bladder, he wondered what Amelie was up to. Why was she playing dumb at pool when she could beat every Tom, Dick, and Harry in the bar? He pondered over the question as he finished off. In the end he guessed that she was just having a bit of fun, and that he was taking the whole thing too seriously. Her two friends were simply a couple of horny middle aged men looking for easy prey, and Amelie, being young and good-looking and wearing a very skimpy dress, was a usual target for what was basically a bit of harmless fun. After he cleaned his hands and went back inside, he looked over at her and took a sharp breath. She was exhibiting a lot more of her attractive cleavage than she was a while before. He thought that in his absence she must have dragged her zipper down a few teeth, perhaps to offer her friends a little more for their eyes to feast on. He sat down at a small table a few feet away from the pool table and watched her rub a little bar of chalk over the end of her cue, then blew off the excess. She lay the chalk down on the bar of the table and leaned over to take her shot. As he watched her line her cue up with the white ball to pot the last black ball and win the draw, he couldn't help staring at the way her breasts moved around underneath her dress. His cock twitched with that pleasurable, trembling sensation that told him that, if he didn't stop gawking at her, it would lead him to his incestuous desire. Her breasts gave a powerful jiggle as she forcefully knocked the white ball and sent it seamlessly over the table. When, as he knew as it would, it bumped the black at the exact angle and it vanished into a corner pocket, she sprang up and raised her arms over her head, almost hitting the end of her cue against the boards on the ceiling. "Yes, I win!" she screamed out loud enough for him to hear beyond the ruckus of music and crowd noise. His cock started to grow as he watched the way her happy dance caused her breasts to bounce wildly and her dress slid up to bare the rest of her thick thighs and almost exposing her pussy. He wasn't the only guy getting high on her romp either; both of her new friends and a few of the other men close-by were giving her a lot of attention as well. However, he was not sure if she was aware of how much attention she was drawing to herself. Complex Life When she simmered down, Tom gathered her in his arms and tried to kiss her while Frank stayed back and watched his friend try his luck. He quickly moved his hand lower and grabbed one of her ass cheeks, causing her to loosen the grip on her cue, sending it rattling onto the ground. Steve's stomach tangled. For an instant it appeared as if her incautious antics were about to drag her into trouble. He didn't want to interfere too quickly so held himself back to see what she would do. He needn't have worried. She spun her head, shoved Tom away, and voiced something to him. He responded and she smiled and tapped his arm. Steve relaxed a little when he saw how she was visibly rejoicing in being the center of attention. She looked to be clever and confident enough to keep her friend within limits. The trio walked over to a two-seater couch in the corner of the game room and sat down with her in the middle. They were chatting and laughing and seemed to be in good mood. Steve was about to go to a different part of the bar and leave them to it when something happened that caught his attention. The two men each placed a hand on one of her thighs just over the knee and began rubbing them. She didn't do anything but smiled at them. He started wondering how soft and silky her skin would feel as he watched them stroke her, sliding their hands a bit higher on each upstroke. He guessed it was unavoidable that they'd have a hard time keeping their hands off her, given how provocatively dressed she was. He was filled with a combination of concern and arousal, a hostile mixture that niggled at his morals as he half-heartily paid attention to them. The concerned brother in him wanted her to push their hands away before they touched her high under her clothes, while the 'would be' incestuous brother side of him, wanted to see how far they would go. He sat there, fiddling with his beer glass and feeling his cock growing harder; wishing he could take his eyes away from the sight of their wandering hands inching towards their designated goal. Apparently getting caught up in the excitement of what he was doing, Tom began pulling at the zipper on her dress while Frank slid his hand higher up her leg. She tried to get away, but they forced her down and continued feeling her. Steve sat unmoved for a few moments, gripped by the highly provocative scene of the guys exploring her body. He soon remembered it was his sister Amelie they were molesting. No matter how aroused he was at the possibility of watching how far they'd go, he knew he had to get involved and act fast. Hence, not caring if his hard-on could be seen or not, he leaped up from his chair and darted over. "I believe you guys should cool down," he said, looking at both of them in turn. Frank relaxed his grip on her as soon as he spoke, but the other guy kept tugging on her zipper and fondling her half naked breast. "Get the hell out of here," Tom barked, glaring at him. When Amelie started to stand up again, Tom pushed her down. "Get your filthy hands off me!" She pushed his hands away and jumped up to her feet. Her face reddened from anger and alcohol. "God, Tom, you're suchhhh a skunk." She garbled. He glared at Tom. "You really shouldn't be messing like that with a girl in a public place." He turned and looked at his sister. "Are you alright?" "Yeah, I'm ok." She smiled regrettably, bent down and fumbling, gathered her leather purse up from the stool beside the couch. "Come on Steve, let's go." He gave a stern look at the both guys, and then turned and they started threading their way through the crowd toward the gate. He could see the two guys watching them and mumbling what he believed were curses. Tom's voice rose above all the noises. "Fucking skanky slut." Angry, he spun to go back and take on with the guy, but she grabbed his hand. "Forget it, Steve, they're simply pissed off. They'll suck it up." She laughed. They turned away from them and got out quickly. Steve thought to himself, no wonder Tom seemed mad. He must have thought he was heading onto a good thing with Amelie until he jumped in and took her away from him. As she said, he'd sober up and find another girl to mess with. When they stepped outside into the late evening cold, she draped her arms around him and kissed his cheek. "Thank you Steve. I didn't realize they were such pigs." "I couldn't simply sit there and watch them while they molested my sister, now could I?" She let go of him and took a step back. "I am such a loser, but I guess I should pick my friends more wisely in future. They were a little grabby." He couldn't resist staring at the upper roundness of her breasts before turning his gaze back to her face. She lowered her eyes at her exposed cleavage, then up at him and smiled. Horrified at being caught gawping at her, he turned and started walking along the brick pathway to where his car was parked. The loud sound of her shoes snapping on the pavement filled the cold air as she caught up with him and jogged along beside him, her silky a little longer than shoulder-length blond hair bobbing around her tensed face and shining in the street light. "It's none of my business," he said, "but have you ever thought whether the way you dress nowadays had a lot to do with what happened in there?" "Why, what's wrong with what I wear?" "Don't take this the wrong way, I like the way you dress, I think you look tremendous." He looked down at her breasts, which were jumping up and down as she walked beside him. "It's just that, well, some guys might get the wrong impression about you." "What, like they'll think of me as a slut or something?" "I wasn't trying to say that." "But that's what you thought, right?" "No, that's not what I thought at all. It's just that I was upset about the way you were being fondled in full view of everyone. They should've treated you with some more respect." "I realize it now, but honestly, I love dressing like this, and almost all of the guys I hang out with are able to control themselves." She smirked. "Unless, I want them to stray." When they arrived at his car, he took his keys out of his pants and pushed remote button, unlocking the doors with a couple of irritating beeps. She stayed beside him on the driver's side and turned to look at him. "Steve..." she mumbled, gazing at him with a weak smile on her cherry red full lips. "Yes, Amelie?" "Do you like my breasts?" She stressed her sudden question by pushing her chest up so that her dress opened a little wider and showing more of the inner flesh of her perky breasts. He couldn't help gawping. "What?" She took a step toward him so that her protruding nipples were almost touching his chest. "You must do. You've been staring at them all evening." He blushed. "Don't be silly. I certainly haven't" "Yes, you have," she said, leaning forward so that he could see more of her deep cleavage, "you can't possibly take your eyes off them." This entire conversation was getting way beyond his comfort zone. "I think you probably should pull that zipper up a little." She looked down at the deep gap between her breasts, then back up at him. "Why? I know you like to look them. I have noticed you watching them not only tonight but before too." He looked down at her cleavage again and shrugged his shoulders. "It's your choice, I guess." "Exactly! You like looking at them and I'm glad to show them to you, so I don't see a problem." She grinned at him. All this talk about his affection for her spectacular breasts was making him want to pull her zipper down and see them in all their glory. What was she doing to him? His sister's behavior was making him think of her differently than he had been. "I believe you are a bit drunk." He opened the door on the driver's side. "Get in and I'll drop you home." The sooner he was back home in the safe environment of his three bedroom house and away from her enticing body, the safer he'd feel. It was getting impossible to be around her without wanting to ogle at her all the time. "It's alright," she said, watching him get into the car, "I like when you look at my chest. I think it's flattering." Even though she had given him an open invitation to gape at her stunning body, he still felt mortified doing so. Not that it made him stop as when she went over to the passenger side and bent over to get into the car, causing even more of her cleavage to come into display. To make an already enticing view even more arousing, she threw a leg inside and he was able to see her thong. He trembled and his already half hard cock stirred inside his pants. She was too quick getting into her seat for him to get more than a hint, but he saw enough to know that they were a dark color and very small. When both of them were settled in, he switched on AC to let the heat built up inside the car. He fastened his seat belt and looked at her asking her to do the same. She didn't! Instead, she threw her bag onto the dashboard, kicked off her shoes, and sat there twisting her feet and staring at her painted toenails. "Buckle up your seat belt," he said. She fumbled with her belt for a moment as if she was having trouble with it, then looked at him and frowned. "Can you help me? I usually have difficulty with these things." Pretty much everyone's capable of doing something as simple as a seat belt, so he was rather sure she was just messing with him, but he didn't know why. Whatever her intention was, he couldn't resist the chance to get a closer view of her boobs. He released his belt and leaned over in front of her and revelled in the fullness of her chest as it filled his vision. Now that he was close enough for his sister to feel the hot air of his breath on her upper hills, they looked even larger, and with her hard nipples poking at the thin fabric of her dress, more tempting than ever. It was good enough to make his cock turn into a noticeable throbbing hard-on. He stretched over and gripped the belt and pulled it down across the middle of her breasts and hooked it into its catch between their seats. Satisfied that it was fastened, he threw a last look at the way the belt boosted roundness of her tits, and sat back in his seat. He was still confused by her ulterior motive with the seat belt. The most palpable reason, that she really didn't know how to fasten one, was ridiculous, so he tossed it out. The only other possibility he could think of besides her being drunk, was that it was a hidden invitation for him to make a move on her. Goodness only knows he wanted to. What man, old enough to do something, wouldn't, given how gorgeous she looked but he couldn't, not with his one year older sister, so he did nothing. He set the key in the ignition and turned it, bringing the car to life with a low rumble. When there was an opening in the traffic, he pulled the car out into the lane and tried hard to focus on his driving. His head was filled with all sorts of lewd thoughts about what he wanted to do to his sister, things he shouldn't be thinking. Try as he might, he couldn't put his increasingly obscene thoughts about her, out of his head. He was at a cross waiting for the lights to change to green when she spoke to him. Her voice pulled him out of a fantasy he was having about sliding his hands inside her dress. "Can I ask you a personal question?" she spoke, drumming her fingers on the dashboard. "I won't force you to give an answer if you don't want to." "Ask away." "When was the last time you bedded a girl?" His stomach growled. He was so shocked by her question that he sat there, speechless, and it was only the piercing sound of a car horn behind him that made him see the traffic lights had changed. "Amelie," he said, turning into a relatively quiet street, "That's none of your business. You are drunk. Just sit quiet, ok?" She acted unaffected. "I've never seen you with anyone, not after you and Carol split up." He knew Amelie can be very adamant once she's curious about something; hence he offered her the least personal answer he could come out with. "It's been a while, let's put it that way." He hadn't had a close enough relationship to have a sex with anyone since Carol; the woman who he idiotically thought was his life partner. They split up about six months ago after a heated war of words about his involvements with his colleague and that he didn't love her any more. After that painful experience, the idea of being with someone to replace her seemed such difficult task that he stopped trying and buried himself in his work. It was an easy life, but a secluded one. "You're a handsome guy," she said, reaching over and caressing his leg, "I know you could score big-time if you gave it a try." He felt his cheeks blush. "Please, Amelie, give me a break? I'm uncomfortable talking about it." "Sorry." She stroked his knee. "Just one more thing though." Her hands moved up along his legs and rested on his torso. Her touch on his shirt was soft and comforting. "Carry on, I'm all ears." "I guess you have been working out a lot more than you were. You've got a nice chest." He quickly glanced at her hardly covered chest. "Yours is attractive too." "So I've been made aware of." She moved her hands underneath of her breasts and pushed them up. "I think these brats are my best assets though. What do you think of them?" The sexual nature of their talk had made him rather forget about how sexually attractive she was, but the way she was directing his attention back to her breasts caused his cock throb. "I...um...have to agree." How does a brother answer a question like that? She sat silently in her seat and watched lazily at the walkers as they drove along the street. While her exterior beauty filled him with a longing for her, it also awoke something that ran way deeper; something that had been buried for far too long. He now wanted more than simply a carnal coupling of bodies, however thrilling that could be. He needed what he'd had with Carol before the whole thing went wrong. "Steve..." she said. What he saw her doing when he moved his eyes to look at her snapped him out of his thoughts about a deeper bonding. She was gently rubbing her exposed thigh from her knee to the hem of her dress. He fought hard to not get distracted. "Yes?" She slid forward a little on the seat, raised her legs, and threw her bare feet up on the dashboard. "We now know that you like my tits, but what about my legs?" The action of lifting her leg up to the dashboard had pulled her dress so far up that he could now see most of her plump round ass cheek. Not just that, he now knew she was wearing matching blue thong panties, since he could see them as well. They were the same bright shade of blue as her dress and tiny; just a small fabric triangle at the front that began above her pubes and thinning into a fine strip that vanished between her thick thighs. His cock began to become painful, trapped inside his pants, and his heartbeat sped up at the tempting sight of what his sister was almost showing. The thought of what was inside her thong caused his incestuous feelings to return. "They're good looking legs, beautiful in fact," he said, experiencing great difficulty in breathing normally, "They'll carry you around places just fine." "You're not watching them the way you usually do." She turned her ass a little towards him and rubbed her nails what he thought was a made-up itch on the lower part of the butt cheek. "Look at them closely and give me your opinion." "You have sexy legs," he said, forcefully turning his eyes onto the street in front of him. "Yeah, I thought so." She scratched the entire length of the outer side of her thigh in a deliberate stroking motion. "But, it's really nice to get a compliment from a brother every now and then." "You're a gorgeous girl, Amelie, you know that." She stopped caressing herself, stretched over and squeezed the thigh of his left leg. "Your legs aren't bad either, I am sure you know it too." She slid her hand up his leg. "You should wear shorts and show them off." He pulled her hand off his leg and left it beside her before she slipped her hand higher and felt how hard he was. "Please, Amelie, you're distracting me from driving." "Oh, sorry," she said, and turned and looked out of the window. After a while she spoke again. "I guess we are closer to your home. Let's go there. "Why?" "I haven't been to your place since you split up with Carol and I want to see how it looks like now." "Yeah right, but if that's what you want," he said and turned left toward his home. When they arrived, he pressed the remote button and watched the gate open. He drove in, parked the car, turned it off and then undid his seat belt. Without making any fuss about the belt she got out the car and walked in the house with him. "Wow, looks clean. My brother hasn't been a lazy slob," she said and smirked. "I do ok I guess. Would you care for a drink?" Before she answered she turned and threw herself on the couch. "Yes, please." When he came back with two drinks and set them on the center table, he saw his sister laying across the couch with both legs over the armrest, exposing a lot more than she was in the car. It looked like she started up from where she left off. He shook his head and took seat across the center table and smiled. Instead of pulling her dress down and sitting more modestly, she did something that aroused him even more. She turned around facing him and lowered one leg onto the table and threw her other one high on the backrest. Now that her legs were widely spaced out he could see a lot more of her panties. He could even see the faint shapes of her pussy lips through the transparent material. In the state of his mounting lust for his sister, he wasn't sure if her phenomenal display was intended, or simply a result of her drunken stupor. Maybe she didn't notice how much she was showing or maybe she did. If she was unaware of how much he could see, then he should act like a responsible brother and let her know so that she could pull her dress down. If she was aware of what she was revealing, then she was pulling some kind of prank on him and he should discuss with her about it before she continued exposing even more of her and things got out of hand. However, the view of her pussy mound covered by such thin material was so tempting that he kept quiet. She dragged the leg that was high up on the backrest down beside her other one and swung them away from him so that one knee was touching the backrest of the couch. Even though he couldn't see between her legs anymore, her dress was still gathered up high enough for him to see the tiny waistband of her thong where it went low around her midriff. The possibility that she might turn around on the couch again and give him one more view of her pussy lips kept playing havoc in his pants. It was tormenting being with her. She had such an easy allure about her, a comfort with her body which she was perfectly aware of and seemed to know how to use it with enchanting effect. He supposed it was working on him, and he felt guilty about it, but he wanted to do more than just gawk at her; he wanted to feel her. She started playing with the latch on her zipper. Oh fuck, he thought, what now? He looked at her curiously as she kept on fiddling with her zipper before she dragged it down a few teeth releasing a little more of her milky flesh. His cock almost busted out of his pants as she slithered a couple of fingers inside of her dress inching up a little and rubbed her breast close to her areola. Her teasing had him fighting with his desire to reach out and touch her provocative silky flesh and that was turning out to be a long and agonizing journey. Complex Life He had barely any idea what she was doing. He was not positive, but he thought she enjoyed being a tease. That or she just wants to look pretty and be appreciated without any knowledge about the thoughts she might be starting on the men who see her. It began shortly after the split up with her boyfriend after two years together. She started trying the sort of clothes that demonstrated her curvaceous shapes with magnetic effect; her blue dress being the newest and most classic example. As if it was not enough, she's started to doing things that he believed were intended to draw attention to herself. A few times, when he bumped into her at their mutual friends' parties, she's been showing off in tight shorts and a skintight top, usually with no bra. When she did that, he found it hard not to gape at the way her top embraced her breasts and made her nipples stick out. Every time she walks, which is a lot given how active she is, her breasts swing around in troubling ways. At other times she moves around in an extremely short skirt that hardly covers her round bum and does raunchy things. For example, she leans a little too far forward for some reason or other so one can see more of her cleavage, or she casually flashes her panties when she sits down and pulls up her legs. He was still not fully sure whether she does it deliberately or for no good reason, but either way it filled his head with all kinds of taboo thoughts about her. "Oh fuck!" He looked at her and saw she was squeezing and rubbing the upper part of her thigh with both hands. "What are you doing?" "I've pulled a muscle." He tried to move away his attention and the desire to reach over and help her, away from the way her hands were making little dents in her spotless skin. How pleasant, how silky soft and scorching her skin would feel under his exploring hands. Every muscle in his body urged him to massage her elegant thigh, but if he gave in to her tease and massaged her, he'd be doing it for all the wrong reasons. He felt his already thin hold on his lascivious desires tearing further away, and with that any thoughts he had of being a responsible brother whose only major concern was for her safety, not what it would feel like to explore her tremendous body. She kept on squeezing her leg, supposedly trying to loosen the muscle that gave her legs such a magnificent shape. "Fuck it!" she said and looked at him, "it's not helping. Can you come here and massage it for me?" He thought of jumping over the table and doing what she asked, however he was almost sure where it would take them to. Luckily, responsibility overpowered before he did something rash. "Can you try a little harder and manage it by yourself? I see you are getting around it quite well." "Please," she pleaded, moving her leg around as if trying to relax her pain and giving him peeks between her legs, "can you do it for me? It hurts too much." The quickly receding sensible thought in his mind was telling him that she was just using her sexual power to mess with her brother, that she was only putting on a show and testing him to touch her in order to find out what effect it would have on him. His other thought, the naughty one, was forcing him to go ahead and do what she was asking as a possible beginning to doing much more than just rubbing her legs. It was so striking and persistent a thought that he couldn't control anymore and gave in and decided to do what she asked. But he still couldn't bring himself to jump and sit with her on the couch and touch her legs. "You should try to jerk it a little and see if it helps." "Ok I guess." Reluctantly she got up, threw her leg around a little and sat down again. "Did it help? Is it still hurting?" He asked, scanning every curve of her tempting sexy body as she moved her fingers over sore leg. "No! and Yes." She began pressing her fingers into her thick muscles. "Can you give it a try? Your fingers are stronger than mine." He'd been yearning to get his hands on his sister's flesh for what seemed like centuries, and now he was about to get his wishes, even if it was only her leg. If massaging one of her thick and sensuous muscles to ease her cramp was all he did, then perhaps, just perhaps, it would be sufficient to take the edge off what was speedily turning into an ache to fuck her. To an extent, he'd experience what it would feel like to touch and rub the smooth and supple skin of her legs, and it might, if he restricted himself only to the job without allowing his hands wander, be enough to ease his longing for her to a manageable degree. It is possible he told himself as he moved and sat at the other end of couch. He pulled her legs towards him and placed his shaky hands on the middle of her achy thigh. She somewhat opened her legs as he started to push his fingers into her flesh. Her skin was warm and soft, and it felt remarkably smoother than he had ever imagined. If her leg felt so good, how would the rest of her body feel? "Is this the place?" he asked, looking at what he could make out of her pussy shape under her narrow thong. She glimpsed at his kneading hands, then back up at him. "A little higher." "How about here?" he asked, sliding his hands up her thigh. "No, a bit higher." He moved his hands up further, until the fingers of his one hand were close to her thong. "How about here?" She moaned as he pushed his hands against her leg. "Ouch, that's the spot." As he massaged her leg, a strong womanly fragrance wafted up from her pussy, breaking down the moral part of his head. He couldn't resist letting the tip of his finger scratch her panties. The subtle and damp feel of them onto his skin caused his cock throb and his nuts ache. "Be careful," she grinned, placing her hands on his and trying to push them down her thigh, "it feels good, but maybe we shouldn't be rather so intimate." He half-heartedly moved his hands a short distance from her pussy. "Sorry, I didn't know." She must have known he was bluffing, as well as the effect that stroking her leg so close to her panties was having on him. All the things she was doing appeared to be intent on making him want her. The tight dress with its zipper dragged far enough down to expose a considerable part of her tits, asking him about her breasts and legs, turning in the seat and displaying her panties, and, most enticing of all, asking him to work on what he still thought was a made-up cramp on her leg near to where his shaft wanted to be. She was teasing him, he was sure of it, but he was still muddled about what she was up to and why. She got numerous guys who would not think twice to jump into bed with her. "Are you alright, Steve?" she said, opening her eyes and staring at him. "You're breathing fast." He thought he was so lost in stroking her leg and gawking at her pussy and trying to figure out what game she was throwing that he hadn't noticed that his breathing had turned short and irregular. "I'm, um, alright Amelie, just alright," he spoke. It took an enormous effort to pull hands off her, but he managed it. He sat back and placed them on top of his bulge. "How's the leg now?" "It still hurts." She widened the gap between her legs and brushed the inside of her thigh close to her cunt. "Can you try a little harder again?" There was no way he was going to touch any part of her body again. He was afraid that if he did, try as he might, he'd be all over her. The idea of getting her to shed her clothes and running his hands all over her gorgeous naked flesh was driving him crazy. "No, I'd rather not. Probably you should go out and walk it off." "I guess it's a good idea but I am not going out," she said, and jumped to her feet. While he watched her pull her dress down and walk away from him across the living room, her hips wobbling with every step, he took the opportunity to move his cock into a more comfy position. It was throbbing so fast that a thought popped in his head that, creepy as it was, made a weird sort of sense. Maybe he could pull it out and touch himself while she was far enough away on her cramp relieving catwalk. He still hadn't a slightest idea of what game she was playing, or if she really was playing one at all. He was so worked up that he was rather sure it wouldn't take too many whacks to blow his load. While, it would have gone a long way toward easing his agony, it was a ludicrous thought, a wild one. Beside the speed with which he'd have to do it, he had no idea how he would explain the mess when she comes back. He was so tormented that he had to do something to ease his ache, so he slid his hand into his pants, draped fingers around the shaft of his cock and started stroking. "It's a little better now," he heard her speak; "the pain is gone." He jerked his hand out of his pants as she came strolling toward him, her tits bouncing a little. When she got to the couch, she turned to face him, leaned over to the backrest, and looked at him and smiled. "That was a brilliant idea of yours." "That's alright," he said. He could clearly see the round slopes of her breasts pretty down to her nipples. "Ok, it's time to take you home." If she stayed a little more he was sure he would want her. "As we're here, can you show me where you work? I'd like to see it. I've been told you now work from home too." The best idea would have been to say no, but he couldn't. He was sure that the more time he lingered alone with her, the more likely it was that he'd do something he was positive both of them would regret. But she was too tempting to resist, and his need for her was so overpowering that he did the most stupid thing instead. "Alright, finish your drink first," he said, getting on his feet, "but you can't stay long." When he got to his feet and stood in front of her, she glimpsed down at his pants before turning to go inside. He wasn't all that sure, but he thought a shadowy smile crossed her lips; or maybe it was a grin. Whatever it was, her response to the apparent bulge in his pants was the best sign yet that she was messing with him. What he still couldn't put his fingers on was why. They turned and walked out of the living room toward one of his three bedrooms which he has turned in to a home office. As they walked, she held his arm in hers and bumped her hip onto him. Even that little contact, as small and seemingly innocent as it was, led fresh blood into his throbbing cock and made his heart race and his body tremble. "Are you alright, Steve? You seem a little uneasy." He had to lie. What else could he do? "Not really. I guess all the extra work hours I've been putting in at the office recently have caught up with me." "Is there any way I can help?" This was kind of suggesting to him exactly what she was up to. He moved a step ahead. "No, I'm fine. I just need a little vacation, that's all." When they arrived at his office cum bedroom he turned the latch and opened the door. She let his hand go with a soft groan and she walked into the softly lit room. He followed her in and waited while she takes a long hard view of the room. He took a step forward and stood behind her while she turned and looked at herself in the long tapered mirror in the corner. "I love this new dress a lot." She smirked and looked at his reflection in the mirror. "Do you really think it makes me look sexy?" She looked so stunning standing there with most of her twins on display and her skin looking so glossy and attractive that, finally convinced he knew what she was leading to, he took a step forward, wrapped his arms around her middle, and pressed his hard-on onto her ass. "You look lovely Amelie, every man's dream." He brushed his bulge between her ass cheeks and slid one of his hands up and held her zipper hook. She wanted him to have her, he now knew for a fact. She really was throwing herself at him. He pulled the zipper down a few teeth and slid his shaky fingers just inside of her dress. "You know what, Steve?" she spoke softly, looking at his eyes through the mirror, "I think you're the best brother, a sister could ever dream of." He couldn't go on. The loving and innocent way she had just admired him winded him with a storm of guilt, and he released her and stepped back. He had known Amelie all his life; together they had played games when he was a baby and watched her grow from a playful little girl into a lovely and beautiful woman. He loved and cherished and adored every moment of his entire life he had known her. There was no way he could let himself surrender to his vicious hunger for her. He had to work hard on his out of bounds need, he had to. The room fell strangely quiet, like there was no one in it. "So this is where you spend your spare time, huh?" she said, looking at his clean desk. "Nothing much to see, is there?" he said, "Just another boring bedroom." "So, what do you do in here? Not much going by how clean your desk is." "I tend to keep my place clean." He answered his inquisitive sister. "So do you sleep here too?" "No, I usually sleep in my room." He moved his eyes to the door as he spoke. "Is it as tidy as this room? I want to see it too." She started walking towards the door and a little passage between the bedrooms. He leaped after her and opened the master bedroom. "Alright, I'll let you have a quick look, and then we really do have to go." "Okay," she said, turning around in the room. "You must be spending a lot of time to keep the place clean." "Not really," he said, watching her walk to the front of his bed and run her soft fingers over the silky bed sheet. He watched her as, curving her back a little, she bent over the bed and started running her fingers over nonexistent wrinkles on the bed. The way she did it boosted the roundness of her ass and caused the hem of her dress to ride up so that he could see a portion of thin ribbon of her thong that ran up between her ass cheeks. He wasn't sure yet if her indecent pose was deliberate or not, but the effect on him was terrific. The surge in his cock shook his entire frame until he was struggling to control himself. His head was a mess. "Look, I think you should better be going." She stopped playing with the sheets and turned her head to look at him, a shadowy smile twisting her lips. "Are you alright, Steve? You look a bit disturbed." She hopped up onto the bed, kicked her shoes off her feet, and began swinging her legs back and forth. "Is there something I can do to help?" She was irresistible. He stepped towards her. Wickedly smiling, she widened her legs to let him stand between them so that the sides of his legs were brushing hers. Unable to stop himself anymore, he looked down at the murky wet stain soaking her thong. She's excited, he thought, she must want me to take her, she must do. But even so, with the clear evidence there right in front of him, he still couldn't say it for sure. The fact that her cunt was dripping her enticing womanly juices didn't essentially mean that she wanted what he was so impatient to give her. She wiggled her chest a bit forward and patted the front of his pants with her small hand. "Is that what I think it is?" The wicked smile, the sparkle in her eye, showed more than her words. "Yes Amelie, it's a hard on." "Wow" she said, patting it yet again. "What caused it happen?" Convinced now it was what she wanted from him, He dropped his eyes on her half naked tits, exposed thighs and her wet panties. "You did." She placed her hands behind her onto the bed and leaned back, causing the top of her dress to open a little wider. "How? How did I do it?" He'd had enough of her traps. "Please, Amelie, stop it." She stroked her slick fingers over his erection through his pants, nearly bringing him to the point of explosion. "Stop what?" He stepped closer to her, forcing her legs further apart and put his hands on the warm skin of her thighs. "I can't take it anymore, you're driving me crazy." "I had no idea I was getting my brother so worked up." She sat up and lifted his trembling hands from her legs and set them onto the bed between her thighs. "If that's how you feel, then probably you shouldn't touch me until you've sobered up." He placed his hands again on the upper part of her thighs close to the hem of her dress. She jerked them off again. "I think I said, no touching." The naughty sparkle in her eyes and a smirk on her lips made him think she didn't really mean it, so he ran his fingers on her flashy thigh. "Not even a little?" "No, not even a little." She sat up and caressed his strong arm with her fingernails. "I know you like watching me and I know you want to take me, but you can't." She dragged her fingers down his arm and squeezed his hand. "Not until I'm ready and say so." "Amelie...." She grabbed the zipper tag on the front of her dress between her thumb and the finger next to it and fiddled with it. "I think we're at one of the incestuous crossroads with a 'No U-turn' sign." The cool, almost laughing way she said it frustrated him. "I still can't understand what your game is, Amelie. What do you want from me?" "That would be too much of a telling now, wouldn't it?" She tugged her zipper down a couple of teeth. "I don't know. If you promise to keep your hands to yourself, I'll let you have a peek at my tits. Would you like that, Steve, would that make you feel better?" He motioned his head. "Yes." "And you promise not to touch any part of me?" He was shaking. "Yes, Amelie, I promise. I'll keep my hands off you." She slowly pulled her zipper down, little by little, until her dress was open up to her belly and he could see her small navel. His cock was throbbing as she grappled both edges of her dress at the top and drew them apart until they were just sheltering her nipples. "Ready?" she said, grinning. "No touching, remember." He upturned his hands towards her and showed his palms. "No hands." He put his hands back on the bed between her thighs and watched as Amelie slid her dress down her shoulders inch by inch. She uncovered her tanned shoulders first, then more of the roundness of her breasts. He leaned forward a bit, hungry to get a better look as she inched her dress further down and part of her dark and bumpy areolas slithered out. She paused. "Ready?" He thought he said yes. He didn't recall, since he was too keen to see what she was about to reveal him to care. Her boobs were all he wanted to see, were all he cared about. She kept tugging at her dress, the sides falling down her slim arms until finally, eventually, he saw her breasts, and they didn't disappoint. They were so bursting and delicious, with rigid firm nipples that looked like their sole purpose in life was to be licked and sucked. She looked so enthralling sitting there with her dress pulled down about her waist and looking so tempting and irresistible that something shattered. However, despite what he assured or what she had asked, he now was sure what she really wanted. He pushed his sister back onto the bed, forcing her to swing her arms and knock one of the pillows on the floor with a soft thud. He ignored it and grasped her breasts and fondled them around in his hands, relishing their softness through his fingers and palms. She set her hands on his torso and gently tried to push him away. "No, Steve, you promised not to touch me." "A few promises are meant to be broken," he spoke with a grin, "and this is the first one. I see what you really want now." "Oh really?" she said, still trying to push his hands away from her tits but it didn't appear like she actually wanted to. "And what exactly do I want?" He pinched both of her hard nipples, making her screech. "That you want your brother to fuck you, of course, what else?"