14 comments/ 143504 views/ 25 favorites Entering Emma By: FriskyFarmer This is my first stab at writing an erotic story so any feedback is much appreciated. Emma was waiting for me as I entered the kitchen, drying my hands from the garage sink. "And what have you been doing?" "Just going over the car, tidying her up." "Maybe if you paid as much attention to the girls as you do to that car you'd have a serious girlfriend." "Huh, maybe. I was going to say that the car was a lot less trouble, but after last night..." I shook my head. "Well you look a lot better this morning and I see your indefatigably sense of humour has returned, sweetie." Emma blushed at my term of endearment, her vivacious eyes temporarily down-turned as she inspected her pretty nails, shaded baby pink and laid flat on the kitchen surface. She swivelled in her bar stool seat as I moved over to the kettle, conscious of the fact she was about to broach the events of last night. "How's the car?" "Oh, should be fine, Johnny pulled it out of the ditch for me with the JCB and a chain. She's pretty dirty but otherwise undamaged. You remember the crash?" "Not really, I mean I do but last night is just hazy, I don't really remember anything about it, just you carrying me." "Yeah, think I just about put my bloody back out." I placed both hands in the small of my back and flexed my spine, popping a couple of vertebra. My smirk was met by an unimpressed; thousand yard stare. "Cup of tea?" "Eurgh, yes please, I feel horrible this morning, my heads pounding." Emma leant back in her chair and began running her fingers through the tumultuous discord of her hair, its dirty blonde waves snagging them. She uncrossed her legs, causing her dressing gown to fall open revealing the small night shorts she was wearing, complete with pink bunnies nibbling around her thighs. "What?" she inquired throwing me a coy look. "Nothing, you want sugar?" Not cool. If your going to check out your sister, first rule of school is don't get caught doing it; I turned back to making tea, reflecting on the unintentional double entendre of my words. "Johnny was asking after you again this morning; poor lad, always lacked a bit of sense." "Just because you wish he fancied you!" "Girl, I'll have you know I could turn him any time I felt like it, just casually slip into conversation something about how awesome I think the new range of John Deere's are, express my admiration for the girth of the 8 series' hydraulic ram and he would be putty in my hands." "Very funny, but don't make me laugh, my stomach hurts nearly as bad as my head." I took over Emma's cup of tea and kissed her lightly on the top of her head. "It'll soon feel better little one. Your body just has to flush out all of the rubbish. The alcohol and God knows what else that little punk gave to you." "Yeah. I'm just lucky I was with Cindy; she gave me that spike detector strip. If I'd drunk all of it..." Emma trailed off; leaving unsaid the horrific violation she had narrowly escaped. I couldn't meet her gaze. I stood unable to offer comfort to my baby sister; my brotherly instincts undermined by the awkwardness I had felt around her since she had, to my mind, become a sexual being. A consoling brotherly hug should have been the most natural thing in the world for me to give to her, but I stood considering the irony of last nights incidents; I had rescued her from the would be date-rapist at that house party, but had then come horribly close to harming her myself, stupidly ploughing my car into a ditch while avoiding a deer; a mere 200m from our house. I thanked God Emma was still in one piece after the incidents of the last 12 hours. Mum and Dad had left me in charge, and even though Emma was eighteen, I knew her well being was my responsibility. "Your safe now" Was all I could think of to reassure her with, not trusting myself with physical support. "Maybe I could pop into town, rent out some DVD's for you to watch today, would you like that?" Emma frowned, "No, it's alright; I'd prefer it if you'd stay in the house, with me, in case I'm, you know, ill or something." I nodded, pleased, despite her uncharacteristic reluctance to be left alone. "Okay. Want any breakfast?" Emma shook her head. "I'm going to have a shower, will you stick around? I nodded my head, "Sure I've got no plans." "K, no more fooling around with that car though, or Johnny." Emma cocked an eyebrow in mock reproach. I returned her rebuke with a face of indignant incredulity, to which she spun on her heel and trooped up the stairs, my eyes roving over every inch of the dressing gown fabric that clung to her petite behind. I was watching TV when Emma eventually made her reappearance towards lunchtime, she looked better for the wash and had put on some loose tracksuit bottoms and an old St Etienne shirt, a relic from a family holiday to the Rhône-Alpes region of France, that looked several sizes too small. She curled up, cat-like, on the sofa next to me. She was silent for a few moments. "Details keep coming back to me, I keep remembering things." She unrolled herself and came to her knees on the sofa, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her body against the side of mine. "What you did was so cool 'Ake" she said, using the infantile name she had had for me, back when she had had trouble with the letter J. I put my arms around her trembling frame. "You got that guy didn't you 'Ake, you showed him." "Yeah, well, he wanted to hurt you" I had my hand behind the sleek curtain of Emma's hair, stroking the back of her neck; she shuddered and pushed against me harder, virtually falling into my lap, we held one another like drowning men. I recalled the shivering wreck she had been last night, I had found her hunched on the kerb, sheltering under the squalid glow of a street light and looking a mess. Mascara had coursed down her face, leaving the eyes red-rimmed and puffy her lids heavy from the drugs. Pulling up next to her, I had killed the engine and got out; dragging my bat with me. The snotty nosed little shit had been sat down next to my sister, trying to run his filthy hands all over her. She was propped up against the street light, arms across her chest, trying desperately in her inebriated state to retain some of her modesty. I had levelled him with a taste of the white ash. The sofa creaked under us as I twined my fingers through Emma's hair, "You know I'd never let anyone hurt you" I whispered to her, feeling my body respond from the thrill of having my sisters body pressed without inhibition against mine, not to mention the delectable feel of what could only be nipples through her football shirt. "'Ake, you'll always look after me won't you?" Emma's breathless voice questioned; her head on my shoulder, breath against my neck. "Always. You're the first and only girl I have ever loved." My voice cracked a little as I exposed my soul to my sister. As our eyes meet I traced a finger down her cheek catching a tear. I bent down, meaning only to kiss it away, but suddenly Emma's mouth was there, hot, wet and needy. We kissed desperately; siblings locked in a tight embrace, I pulled Emma onto my lap and drove my tongue deeply into her mouth. Emma kissed me back fiercely, as if stopping for a moment would bring us both to our senses. Her teeth pulled against my lip and when we finally parted, both of us were breathing heavily. Emma was straddling my lap and I had my hands on her hips, I slid them under the hem of her shirt and just rested them on the bottom of her ribs, feeling her racing heartbeat. "Nice shirt." I told her. "I knew you'd like it." Emma pressed herself against me once more and fluttered kisses over my forehead as my hands danced up the delicate flesh of her back. "Your skin's so smooth. I want to just hold you forever". "Umm, you can. But there seems to be something hard poking into me". I rolled Emma off of my lap and onto her back, interlacing our fingers as I held her hands over her head on the sofa, this position allowing my raging erection some much needed freedom. "It's always been you; every girl has always been compared to you. That's why I've never been able to keep a girlfriend; I've always wanted to spend my time with you, not them". "Oh 'Ake, if I ever shut you out I'm sorry. I know it must have killed you all those times I went out, especially with boys. I only did it so you would see how grown up I was, how mature. I've always been a kid around you, shy and awkward. You know those guys I went out with, none of them were serious and nothing ever happened with any of them. I'm yours, have been from the days when we played mummy and daddy with the little Islington children." My lips closed over Emma's and she wriggled her hips delightfully underneath me, grinding her pubic bone against my erection in the most teasingly agreeably way. "You've made me so hard it hurts" I groaned dry humping her clad pelvic region. Emma tried to wrap her leg around my back, but the sofa wasn't big enough to accommodate such a move and I was deposited off the side and onto the floor, where Emma, giggling, landed atop me. This new position allowed me to put my hands under the waistband of her sweats and cup the tight duel swells of her buttocks. Emma moaned into my ear, her kisses running down my neck while her hair ran feral and free in my face, intoxicating me with honeysuckle as my hands kneaded her tight little bum and felt her nectar gathering in the gusset of her panties. "That fall really hurt you know." I grasped the thin material above Emma's pert bottom and pulled hard, forcing the cotton to chaff against her rosebud and forcing the gusset of her panties up between her nether lips, Emma hissed in my ear. "I'm sorry; I'm a naughty girl. But I've got this really bad itch you see..." "Oh, is that so." I ran my hand back over Emma's now mostly exposed buttock and paused to allow her to shiver before I cupped her partially exposed mound. The heat emanating from it was immense. "Unfortunately, naughty girls don't get what they want." I withdrew my hand and went to roll Emma off and get up; however, she wrapped both her legs around one of mine and pulled me back down on top of her which somehow resulted in my mouth becoming attached to one of the mounds on her chest. She was braless so I sucked her erect nipple through the satiny material of the football shirt. Emma groaned under my ministrations raking her fingers through my hair as I slid my hand up under her shirt to grasp her other breast; which was thumping with her heartbeat, the nipple already puffy and erect from its friction against the polyester. Emma's breasts were little more then a handful, but her nipples were already as hard as pencil erasers and she started struggling as I cupped her left, flicking with my thumb while wetting the shirt over her right by running my tongue around the nipple and gently teasing it with my teeth through the fabric. Emma's face was becoming flustered and she grabbed hold of the bottom of her shirt and peeled it up her flat stomach, over her ribs the past the top of her breasts so that I had my first sight off my sisters fully developed chest. I roughly squeezed her breasts then lowered my head, swirling nipples in my mouth and sucking on breast meat; I blew cold air on Emma's nipples until they were standing up like little fingers and she could hardly take any more. " 'Ake, I can hardly take anymore!" she moaned pulling my head away from her breast. "Please, take me upstairs." I looked down at her, the football shirt bunched up around her shoulders, pink nipples dripping with my saliva and the restless circling of her hips. "With pleasure" I said, before I swept her giggling into my arms, her naked breasts against my chest and her little mouth nipping at the side of my neck, drawing blood to the surface and marking me as hers. I carried her easily up the stairs, my raging hard-on proudly pointing the way. Emma's arms and legs were wrapt around me and I supported her weight with a hand under each buttock, my fingers met in the middle and with each jarring step up the stairs my fingers worked against her sensitive area. Once on the level surface of the landing, Emma's growing desperation manifested itself in her trying to grind against my supporting fingers; which as they were supporting the weight of her ass, resulted in me nearly dropping her as she shifted her weight in her anxiety to get some firm contact on her little cunny. As she wriggled in my grasp I spun a half step and braced her against the wall, both of us breathing hard; me from the physical exertion of carrying my squirming sister and Emma from her state of arousal. I kissed her hard, luxuriating in the feel of her breath panting into my mouth and the whistle of air as she dragged oxygen in through her nostrils. My grip on her slackened a little until her weight settled onto my erection and she broke off our kiss with a moan. "I love you" "I love you too." "I can't wait to be in you, filling your body" "I'm so ready for it Jake, I bet it won't even hurt; not with you." I took Emma's weight in my hands again and proceeded with all possible haste through the open door on the left; into her bedroom. Her window looked out on the orchard and the only potential witnesses to our passionate coupling were a pair of scrawny magpies perched in the upper branches of a pink lady producing tree; the aroma of whose sickly sweet blossom was blown on small eddies of wind into the room under the half closed window. Emma's queen sized bed yawned invitingly before us and I safely negotiated the debris strewn floor until I could back Emma onto the bed, her legs spread around me as I lowered her down and her hands around my neck pulled me off of my feet and down on top of her decadent frame. We rolled around on the bed our bodies plastered together, Emma still wearing the football shirt around her neck like an absurd scarf. Eventually my tickling of her sides turned into soft caresses, my fingers running over each of her ribs; playing them like the ivory keys of a piano. Her wanton hands grabbed at my bulge, fearful of enveloping it fully, but curious at its hardness and the gasps she could draw by gentle pressure as she rubbed my head through my jeans. I sat up and pulled my t-shirt off, Emma finished removing her St Etienne shirt and they joined each other in a loving embrace on the floor. She ran her hands over my chest, pulling on the sparse hairs growing in the centre before kissing both of my nipples. I used a hand in her hair to pull her lips up to meet mine, crushing her body to me in order to feel her hard nipples, the softness of her bosom in stark contrast to the flat muscle of my body. Our tongues lashed at each other once more before Emma pulled back, licking the blood from her lip and began fumbling with my belt; with every second that passed as she failed to release the buckle I felt my self control slipping, the elongated build-up was killing me, I longed to just ravish her; pin her to the bed and hear her scream as my thick member invaded her pristine corridor. But I kept my self-control because I knew this was Emma's first time and I wanted nothing more then to make it special for her, not least because I thought it would pay me dividends in the long run. I gently removed her hands from my front and released the belt and button down fly before standing to remove my trousers and socks, my penis strained obscenely through my jockeys stretching the material in such a ridiculous way that my nuts hung out of the bottom. Emma laughed and rolled over to the edge of the bed, motioning me over to her. Her dainty hands went around my hips and rolled the waistband of my jockeys down, she had to stretch the waistband out to get it past my cock which was dribbling pre-cum and was comfortably bigger then I had seen it before. "Gosh, it's very big." Emma made a serious, concerned face as her small hand tested the girth. My eyes rolled back as she squeezed me. "You made me that big, no other girl has. But considering the state of your panties, it'll slide straight on in." Emma chewed her lip a little nervously. I cupped her face between my two hands, "Baby doll, are you a virgin?" Emma blushed and nodded her head, "I hoped you were. I thought you were to perfect before, but now..." "Ruin me then Jake. I've kept myself whole for you, break me, use me." "Is that what you want Em?" "Yeah." I took her in my arms, my erection boring into her belly button. "Tell me what you want?" "I want that thing inside me, stretching my tight pussy and I want you to cum deep in my cunt; so I can feel your seed dripping out of me and down my thighs". I smiled and sank to my knees on the floor next to the bed; Emma lay down to allow me to peel off her grey cotton tracksuit bottoms. Her musk hit me as got them down to her knees, I thought I was aroused before, but she smelled heavenly. I got the wretched trousers off of her smooth legs then circled a hand around her dainty ankle before running it up her naked calf. Emma lay motionless before me, her breathing causing her chest to rise and fall delightfully, the slightly pained expression on her face an indication that she knew things were about to escalate but didn't know if the pleasure would be bearable. I ran my hand up the outside of Emma's thigh, back along the top, then slowly up the inside, marvelling at the heat that her genitals were giving off. Emma's panties were ragged, her squirming had twisted them firmly out of place and they were stuck to her skin by the copious juice they had absorbed. She still had the camel toe from where I had given her a wedgie earlier. "God, you smell good, good enough to eat I'll say." Emma giggled twitching her hips for me and parting her legs a little further which threw up more of her spicy earthy scent for my nostrils to devour. Her pink lips peeked out at me from around the juicy cotton, I ran a finger down her slit, pushing her rough panties deeper into her body; my finger continued its journey from north to south, exploring the crack of Emma's ass, up which her panties had disappeared. "We'll have to get them off, you've wet them I'm afraid." I informed Emma, who pouted at me and raised her hips. "What a bad girl you are, you've soaked this panties thinking about what your brothers going to do to you. I can hardly even get them off, their stuck to you!" I eased Emma's panties off, delighting in their moisture and the subtle discolouration of the plain white cotton. Helping them over her narrow feet I ran a thumb up Emma's instep while holding the panties to my nose with my other hand. I inhaled with my eyes closed, enjoying my sisters excitement. "You naughty girl, degrading your brother by making him smell your panties. Look at you, dripping from the bad things you know he's going to do to you." I threw Emma's panties at her, letting her see the mess she had made of them, curious she held them to her own nose and delicately wrinkled it. "I've never smelt that strong before, do you like it, is it ok?" I said nothing but lowered my head and began to run kisses up and down the insides of Emma's thighs, working from the knee up to where the moisture and humidity started to deepen. At the apex of her legs I stopped, thin brownish hair grew just above her mound, sparse and tightly trimmed. I laid a kiss on it and Emma trembled. "I'm going to kiss you now, right here." I gently flicked the hood of Emma's clitoris with my finger. "K." I kissed around Emma's nether lips while she tightened her thighs around my head, trying to draw my face into the depths of her vice. I shuffled my knees which were starting to get sore and used my hands to unclamp Emma's legs and spread them further apart. I rasped my tongue up the length of her slit, rattling her clit with my upstroke; Emma screamed, bucked and nearly crushed my head smothering it between her quivering thighs. Entering Emma "Shush, easy little one." I ran my hands up her sides as if calming a spooked horse and gently recovered my head. I eased her legs apart again and went back to kissing around Emma's honey pot, her juices coursed down into her ass crack, but at least I had already cleaned her thighs. I held onto her legs with my hands now and forced the pleasure on her, gently opening her flower up with my tongue and slurping at her juices. I pushed my tongue further into Emma and she groaned, hips pushing up off of the bed, trying to force more of my muscle into her. But I withdrew and headed south, clearing up more juice and taking a look at the tight rosebud of my sister's ass. "Please touch me again" Emma pleaded, "I need you to rub me, you know where." I grinned at her and pulled the hood of her clitoris back with the thumb and forefinger of one hand while my other index finger traced the rim of her tight young asshole. I dipped my head and blew cold air on Emma's clit. "Oh shit, urgh oh shit it hurts, I feel all ice and fire; oh 'Akey fucking eat me!" Emma's hands which had been clawing at the sheets now came into my hair and pushed my lips down over her clitoris, which I took happily between my lips, flicking my tongue over it looking up to enjoy the sight of my sister with her heavy lidded eyes thrashing around on her still infantile bedspread. Emma's hips bucked against my face and my nose was tickled by her pubic hair as I slid a finger up her slick hole to compliment my tonguing of her clit. I knew she must be close because she had started panting heavily and her face was flushed, her eyes distant. A low growl started in her chest and rose as Emma filled her lungs with air and came on my face. She sobbed, swore and tore at the sheets as her hips continued circling with some ferocity around my face. After a while Emma went limp sp I pulled my self up onto the bed, grateful to lie down and get some feeling back into my legs. Emma was crying quietly, curled up away from me so I wrapt my arms around her, cupping her leaky pussy with one hand and reaching under her for her left breast with the other. "You okay?" "I had no idea. I didn't think it would be like that, nowhere near as intense. I've cum before, with myself, but nothing like that. It just scared me a bit." "But you liked it?" Emma turned to face me, her eyes serious; her arms around my neck. "I fucking loved it; I want you to do it to me 10 times a day, or more... I grinned and rolled her on top of me so that I could nip at her breasts as they hung down over my face. Emma arched her back and my hardness came to rest against her bottom. "Oooh, don't worry little fella, I haven't forgotten about you. In fact I do feel a little bit peckish. Emma gave me an impish smile before easing herself off of my midriff and working her way down my body. She cupped my balls in one hand, feeling the weight, while inexpertly stroking my shaft with the other. I didn't care, it felt fucking wonderful and I knew I wasn't going to last long; this girl was driving me crazy. With a look of extreme concentration Emma tucked her hair behind her ears and while gripping the base of my shaft with one hand, used the other to steer the throbbing head of my penis into her mouth. I choked out a half laugh half cry as her lips closed around the head of my penis and her tongue danced over it. I thrust forward, pushing more of myself into her mouth and while Emma initially drew back, she leant forward again and tried to force more of my member past her lips. She laid her tongue under my penis and started bobbing back and forth, hollowing in her cheeks and giving me a beautiful blow job. My hands plunged into her hair as I felt the cream rising through my tubes, "Em, I'm gunna" was all I managed before I started riding her face and blowing my load into her throat. I fell back onto the bed, euphoric and exhausted as Emma worked my cum down her throat, some of it dribbling down her chin where she had been unable to swallow it all. "Mucky pup". I scolded her. "Well if you'd given me a bit more warning." "I like that look on you." Emma licked her lips, scooping some of my cum off of her chin. "It tastes funny. But I could get used to it; I know what I'm doing now. Next time I'll be able to get more of you in my mouth as well, you don't have to be gentle with me; you can push more of it in if you want." Emma leant over to her bedside table to get a cup of water and rinse her mouth out. "Come here. You were perfect, I loved it and I love you." Emma snuggled against me as I pulled the covers over us and we napped in the soft embrace of each others bodies. I awoke a few hours later, my brain dazed by the unplanned nap and the humidity of my surroundings. I was still spooning Emma, her thin shoulders were enfolded by mine, and her shallow nasal breathing told me she was still asleep. It was clear I had had a good rest as my thick penis was fully refreshed and pushed insistently at Emma's bottom, its carnal desires confused as to why it wasn't tapping this fresh piece of pussy right now. I tried to dredge my mind out of the gutter. I had been acting on instinct for the past 24 hours and I needed a minute to assess what was going on. I was worried that if I moved I would disturb Emma, but there was no way I could think with my cock halfway up my sleeping sisters ass so I gently extricated myself and stole over the detritus out of Emma's room, snagging a dressing gown on my way. Minutes later I was sat at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee, my elbows on the scarred wood, and my head in my hands. Had I failed Emma? I had sworn to protect her, yet I had taken advantage of her in her hour of need. She needed comfort, and surely that doesn't mean your brothers seed on your tongue? My coffee grew cold. "I missed you, come back to bed." My heart, among other organs, jumped at Emma's invitation, she stood naked but for an open dressing gown, sheer and white. "Emma, we need to talk." Emma's hands fell to her hips, her head cocked to one side, she considered me, and then raised one dark brow. "You know I love you, but, I shouldn't be doing this, I'm your older brother; I think we should draw a line before anything else happens...I could never forgive myself if I hurt you." Emma dropped her head, tears forming in her eyes; she pulled her fingers through her hair before replacing her hands on her hips. "Don't be such a fucking pussy." She glared at me. "Excuse me?" "Don't you go getting soft on me now, a couple hours ago you had your tongue in me and now you think we should 'see other people?' Fuck off Jake, get over your guilt. I'm doing what I want; you're not taking advantage of me or any of that shit, I'm not some vulnerable, confused girl desperate for any attention. I love you, not just familial love but real, deep, aching love. I thought you felt that way to." Emma's swimming eyes shone accusingly at me, her pain and sense of injustice palpable. I was on my feet and taking her in my arms, her face wet as it nuzzled against my chest. "I'm sorry baby; I had to know you felt the same as me. I love you so much; it made me sick to think you didn't feel the same way, I thought maybe I had taken advantage of your fear or something." I held Emma tight to me, my face in her hair; her arms slipped up my front, her hands met around the back of my neck. She continued to cry into my chest, gentle sobs that I tried to ease by rocking her tenderly. Emma gazed up at me with her red-rimmed eyes. "I love you." "No doubts?" "Only about what I want to do to you first." I kissed away the last of Emma's tears, by which time her mouth was nipping at mine while her body squirmed against me. My hands were inside Emma's dressing gown which was barely held on by her shoulders, I ran my hands up her sides as she mewled into my mouth. My fingers tickled back down Emma's ribs and rested on her slim hips, pulling her against me, letting her feel the arousal that protruded comically from within my dressing gown. "Take me back upstairs" She breathed. I interlocked my fingers with Emma and led her across the living room to the stair case. "Take off your gown. I want to watch you go up the stairs." "Pervert." Emma shrugged off her gown which pooled around her feet; my eyes drank her in as she eased her nude frame past me, briefly making eye contact before flicking her hair around and proceeding up the stairs. She rolled her hips as each step strained the muscles in her flanks and calves; she held her upper body perfectly upright, extenuating the fluidity of her body below the waist. Half way up she couldn't resist peeking over her shoulder, catching me fondling myself with wide eyed animalistic lust. Giggling Emma continued up the stairs, throwing her waist around with comical reckless abandon. I let her reach the top before leaping after her; Emma turned upon hearing my crashing progress and must have registered the wild predatory glint in my eye as she turned and, like a young gazelle, tried to run. But it was too late; I was on her, grabbing her from behind and crushing her body between mine and the wall. With the prey secure I bit down on her neck, not quite hard enough to break the skin but Emma whimpered regardless as I brought her blood to the surface, marking her. Her thumping heart caused her chest to hitch, dragging her nipples over the cream-coloured cross-hatched wallpaper. Her legs had unconsciously spread to accommodate my insistent girth ploughing against the backs of her upper thighs. I kept my weight on Emma's back, keeping her face and chest pushed into the wall while I eased my pelvis off of her so that I could slip a hand into the join between her legs, which I held spread with my knees. "Your wet for me, aren't you?" I slid two fingers into Emma, probing the walls of her tight tunnel from behind and eliciting a deep moan as a means of response. Her moist cunt sucked greedily at my invading fingers and her body tried to squirm away under mine but I held her there, subjecting Emma to this seemingly intolerable pleasure. She protested as I withdrew my dewy fingers but was soon trying to buck me off again as my slick fingers peeled back her hood and started interfering with her clitoris. Emma was gasping, her spittle was starting to collect on the wallpaper as the perspiration stood out on her forehead, I held her engorged pearl between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it between them and drawing her breath ever faster. I pulled Emma off of the wall and dragged her down the hall into her room where I threw her down upon the bed and stood, over her naked frame. Emma lay sprawled on the bed, her hands by her sides, breasts aquiver, both knees bent, one foot flat the other leaving her centre dangerously exposed as it rested on its outward edge. I stripped off my dressing gown, exposing my swollen member, which Emma, despite her sluttish display, still looked a little concerned about. I crawled up the bed towards her, holding her eyes with mine as she backed up until her head was supported by the pillows. I stopped at her right foot and raised it so I could kiss the length of her silken calf, which I proceeded to rest upon my left shoulder as I continued my advance, kissing up Emma's deliciously plump inner thigh. Emma spread her legs wider and raised her hips, inviting me to delve into her into her tight untainted virginal chalice. I held Emma's eyes as I paused, my mouth hovering over her pubic mound with its sparse thatch. "Stop being such a tease!" Emma complained as she wrapped a foot around the back of my head and tried to force me down onto her. I let her mash my face into her pussy but lay inert with my lips against hers, refusing to make any movement. Emma moaned in frustration as the heat between her loins continued to flame unquenched. "Please Jake. Please. I need it." "Tell me you love me." "I love you Jake. I love you. Now please, make me feel all tingly again." I kissed right around the darker skin that marked the outer boundary of the jumble of nerves and muscles that should have been fundamentally forbidden to me. I ran my tongue up through Emma's centre, dividing her and taking a swipe at the little clit that poked its head out from under her hood. Her juices covered my tongue and nose; all my senses were filled with her, nothing but Emma permeated the pleasure centres of my brain. The woman with the closest DNA to me, the yin to my yang, my other half, and now we were going to consummate our love. I lashed my tongue over Emma's excessively sensitized area, probing her passage and nibbling at her clit until her hands were tugging at the bed sheets, no longer able to grasp my hair because she couldn't bear to pull me any tighter to the overwhelming ice and fire that was churning between her legs and rising into her belly. Emma's teeth were gritted and her head rolled from side to side, her brows were knitted in concentration and she groaned through her parted lips. No remnants of her prior sauciness remained in the glazed expression I had evoked in her eyes; Emma was mine now, she had yielded herself to me and I would pour my heart and soul into her. I moved my body up Emma's, her initial complaint at my mouth leaving her was placated when I paid due attention to her arching nipples. Eventually I reached Emma's mouth and our kiss was gentle as we luxuriated in our shared state of arousal, the desperate lustful fumbling I had anticipated that would embody our first coupling were driven away by the knowledge that this wasn't some lewd, nasty act of incestuous desire; we were making a commitment to each other, this act was an expression, a physical embodiment of our love, it spoke more then our limited eloquence would ever allow. I broke my kiss with Emma, and raised myself; she squirmed further up the bed, spreading her legs and bending her knees in order to accommodate my lower body in the space between her legs. With my hands resting on either side of her head, I dipped and kissed Emma again, then gripping my penis I teased my shaft slowly over Emma's slit, lubricating myself with her juices and allowing her time to anticipate her impending de-flowering. Emma bit her lip with the expectation of impending pain, her eyes like those of a flighty animal, were watchful of my movements. I dipped to kiss her again, drawing her physical awareness to her lips as I bruised them with mine while at the same time sliding myself into the uncharted passages of Emma's inlet. I met her hymen as her first surprised gust of hot air was pushed into my mouth; I continued with a surge up her straits, my cannon bursting through her thin protective veil where upon it plundered all of her treasure within. I buried myself to the hilt in Emma, unable to control myself once I had felt the sucking snugness of her cunt. Her eyes showed I had caused her a certain amount of pain; her thin walls obviously never having had an invasive foreign object attack them before. After my initial triumphant thrust I held firm, allowing Emma to become accustomed to this new sensation of having her vagina filled and stretched. She grunted and writhed underneath me, her hands raked my chest and shoulders causing red welts to bloom while her mouth bit down on my collar bone. I was impervious to her acts, feeling nothing but the sensations sent up from my penis, which felt as if it was trapped by the extreme tightness of Emma's sheath, indeed, I was rather concerned she had cut off my blood flow to it. In order to rectify this I began a blissful withdrawal from Emma, struggling with the vociferous hunger of her cunt, which I felt was trying to suck all the energy out of me through my penis; such was the extraordinary vacuum I felt drawing me into her. As I withdrew Emma's back arched and her eyes rolled back while a throaty moan escaped from the depths of her lungs. With only my cock-head still inside her body, Emma's previously tense frame went limp and much to my surprise her cunt expelled a flood of juices over my groin. I started to enter Emma again, her eyes closed and she panted heavily until I was, again, up to my nuts in guts. As I sluiced back, her cunt sucked noisily at me, her vacuum and snugness ensuring that despite the ample lubrication her body was trying to produce I could hardly pull my sticky shaft from her sopping sex-pot. With an effort I retreated until again only my cock-head remained inside her. Strands of her shoulder length hair were affixed to Emma's perspiring brow; I marvelled at how she could still sweat when it seemed that all the water in her body was being directed to the faucet between her legs. With a grunt I eased myself back into Emma's body, opening up her passageway with more forceful strokes now, stretching her taut walls until it felt that I was virtually tickling her womb. Whimpering and pawing at me Emma started to anticipate the rhythm I was trying to build and began to take a more active role in her deflowering. Emma's hips rose to meet my thrusts now as she began to get the hang of this whole sex thing and with the enthusiasm of youth her cries and finger nails in my buttocks spurred me on to grind our pubic bones together with greater voracity. The lewd sounds of our earthy coupling began to grow; with Emma having loosened up our bodies were now smacking together, and both of our orgasms were racing towards cessation. I threw my head back as I felt the thunder start to rumble, electricity pulsed through my groin and I redoubled my efforts, pounding Emma as the lightning surged through my rod. "I'm going to cum in you." I gasped into Emma's ear before pushing my forehead into the pillow with the agonising relief that flooded my body as Emma's fertile womb accepted my gift of life. The dusty taste of old pillow was arid in my mouth as I bit down with the sweet suffering of my elongated orgasm, I kept pumping my sperm into Emma's body, too the extent that I was surprised her small frame could take it all. Emma had started shivering and convulsing the second my liquid seed had washed over her inner walls; I continued splurging inside her as her muscles teased the hyper-sensitized end of my shaft. I would have extracted myself but Emma was still squeezing my rapidly deflating shaft, her orgasm lingering as my head sunk and suckled at her heaving bosom, nibbling nipples as hard as little pebbles. Finally Emma flopped, exhausted, back onto the bed, her ribs rising and falling but the fire in her belly reduced to an ashy smoulder. I started to extract myself, but despite Emma's complaints my penis left her with a smacking pop. "I feel empty now" I cupped her sex with my hand, feeling the heat from Emma's chaffed skin and the liquid oozing out of her hole, a mixture of her virginal blood and our combined cum. Keeping my hand on her I slipped my arm around Emma's narrow back and drew her to my chest, kissing her forehead and gazing into her sleepy eyes. "You're not empty; I've put my seed in your belly." Emma giggled as I rubbed her taut stomach. "You're bad. You just want to knock me up so I can't leave the house. You'd have me lie here all fat and bloated, doing nothing but adhere to your diabolical fantasies." Emma went to push me away with mock reproach but laughing gently I pulled her tight to me once more and we kissed. "I'll take you into town tomorrow. We'll get you the morning after pill and maybe a few more little treats." "Take me to the next town over. I don't want to walk around like brother and sister, I want to hold your hand and have you take me out for a proper lunch. I don't want to be scared of being recognised, I want you free to grab hold of my ass when another guy looks at me. Plus people will talk if we go into Gimmerton asking for contraceptive, especially with me walking like I've been split in half." Entering Emma I grinned and took Emma's ear lobe between my teeth. "Alrite, we'll go into Harrow tomorrow, but I get to play with you until then." As way of invitation Emma pushed her still tender pussy against my hand. "What did you have in mind? The sauciness of her look was such that I decided to see how far her appetite went, I pushed her knees apart and removed my palm from her snatch, where it had been holding Emma's fluids in. Emma's virginal blood and my cum started dripping out, it escaped from her stretched muscle having already well lubricated her insides. I held her lips apart so that I could enjoy the sight of the essence of our copulation run down from her smooth mound and disappear into the dark valley where I knew it was dampening the luscious curve of her ass. Emma moaned as I held her delicate lips apart, her cunt still raw from its first dose of debauchery. "Its ok honey, I won't be putting it back in there today" I reassured her as she watched my penis growing again. I ran my hand from the frothy lips of Emma's vagina down through the soggy mass it had expulsed, sliding my fingers into the tight cleft of her butt cheeks and spreading the mess. Emma twitched as my fingers came into contact with her little bud, which was as firmly closed as the earliest shoots of spring. I ran my index finger in a circle around it, working a little of my cum and her blood into the area to lubricate it. I forced my index finger in half an inch against tight resistance. "Ohh, ohh." Grumbled Emma "You alrite baby?" "I don't know if I like it. It hurts, it's dirty." "You're a bit tight baby girl. You haven't tried probing one of your little fingers up your bum before?" Emma gave me a disgusted look, and held her nose up as if she was far to lady-like to ever disclose secrets concerning her solitary self-abuses. "C'mon Em, tell me. You're covered in cum with your brother's finger up your ass; it can't be any worse then that." "I have touched myself there before, but only when I'm cleaning myself in the bath. I didn't think men touched woman there." Emma seemed reluctant so I decided to leave it for now, but as soon as I got her in the bath; I would be tapping that ass. I decided that I would have her up against the glass shower spray protector so that I could take her in the ass hole while her tits were pressed into the screen, with us both watching in the mirror opposite. "Well I want to touch you everywhere because you are so beautiful, but we'll have to work on your bum a little bit before I can get my dick in there." "You are not getting your dick in there." "We'll see." Emma pouted at me and looked like she would have stamped her foot if I had not still been toying with her asshole. "Yes, we shall see, mister." Emma pulled my hand gently away from her butt and throwing back the blankets straddled my legs. "My jaw and cunny are too sore at the moment, but I can still sort this little chap out." Emma grabbed my rigid penis. I eased myself into more of a sitting position and pulled her back so that her back was against me and she was sitting half across my lap while I filled my hands with her soft breasts. Emma and I groaned in unison; me with having her two hands pumping up and down my shaft and her with having me rolling her nipples between my fingers. Her soggy bottom was dampening the sheets, but all I was concerned with was the throb that was starting in my groin. I pawed up and down her front, thrilled at finally being able to hold this forbidden flesh. The toned skin over her flat stomach, the bony jut of her ribs and the creamy palmfulls of Emma's gravity defying chest were now all mine. With this realisation I discharged my load all over Emma's hands and mid-riff. "Now maybe he'll stay down and stop poking me" I had collapsed backwards onto the bed. "Oh, he's out for the count, I think." "Is that a promise?" Emma purred back at me, crawling out of my range on all fours then reaching back between her legs to show me her creamed ass hole and worn pussy lips, both of which she alternatively touched. "Aww shit, much more and you'll give me friction burns!" I complained. "Oh dear. That would be too bad, what with us just getting a feel for one another and all. Well I'd better stop teasing you then; I'm gunna have a shower and wash some of this gunk off of me." "Room for a little one?" Emma giggled and held her hand out. "K, but no funny business." I took her hand and we lathered each other up and rinsed without too much incident, Emma came on my hand after I had gently towelled her dry, combed her hair, and moisturised and perfumed her body. By then we were both quite sleepy so we retired to the clean sheets in my room where Emma fell almost immediately asleep in my arms. The smile of a child on Christmas Eve painted across her lips. I lay awake only a few minutes longer enjoying the rhythm of another heartbeat so close to mine and the tantalising weight of Emma's little rump against my penis. I slept safe in the knowledge that I would need my energy, tomorrow was another day.