22 comments/ 158736 views/ 149 favorites It Started with a Moan By: VirgoNaughty Note: The below involves a story between two consenting adults (over the age of 18) in an incestuous relationship. ***** I shifted on my bed, finger on the remote and flipped through the channels. It was late at night on a Saturday and there was nothing on except for infomercials, religious programs and boring news. I let out a sigh of irritation and took a glance at my phone, regretting telling my buddy I was going to stay home tonight and study. It was true, I needed to study for my exam in chemistry, but there was only so much I could take in at once and I could have had time to go out. I nudged my heavy textbook out of the way and stretched my legs out, getting comfortable. There had to be something on, I thought and decided to check out the movie channels. It was then, when I was reading the summary for a B-movie vampire flic that I heard a soft, low moan. I almost thought it was the wind from my cracked window, but when it came again, a little louder, I knew it wasn't. I strained my ears and heard the light buzz of what I could only assume was a vibrator. I froze in place, realizing my sister was masturbating and that she had no clue her breathy, throaty moans were reaching my ears. Another moan reached my ears and I felt my dick start to harden. My heart started to pound. Was I really getting hard over my sister? I let out a whoosh of air and carefully leaned back in my bed, unsure of what to do. I didn't want her to know I was still awake. I didn't want her to know I could hear her. More importantly, I didn't want her to stop. By now a drop of precum was beaded on the tip of my dick and I was erect and aching. She moaned again and I closed my eyes and imagined her hot, glistening pussy slick with her juices as she moved her vibrator in and out. I've never seen her naked, not since before puberty, but I tried to imagine what she'd look like. I bit my lip to halt a groan of my own and slowly pulled my sweatpants and boxers away to free my dick. I caressed the head, smearing the precum around and that light touch alone was almost too much. Fuck, I've never been this turned on in my life. I wrapped my hand around my girth and couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips. Oh god. It felt so good. "Fuck me, fuck me hard," she said, voice carrying though the thin walls and I nearly came. I heard silence, then a frustrated growl. Why did she suddenly stop? Did she know I was listening to her, masturbating to her moans of pleasure? I thought to go back to my fantasy of imagining her pretty pink pussy, but something stopped me and compelled me at the same time. I covered myself back up, got up and headed for her door. It was a short trip, seeing as it was next to mine. I knocked and waited, heart pounding, dick throbbing. Was I really going to do this? Would she let me? "What?" she asked. "Can I come in?" Rustling reached my ears and I assume she was hiding her sex toy. "Yeah, sure," she said a moment later. I opened the door and caught the delicate, slight smell of sex and it made my dick throb all the more. I looked at her, sitting on her bed, dressed in a tank top and skirt, cell phone in hand, like nothing happened. "I heard you," I said. Her eyes widened. "What-what are you talking about?" She bit her lip, looking flushed. "I heard you fucking yourself with your toy," I said and paused. "I also heard you didn't come, why not?" She sighed. "I can't hide anything from you can I?" "The walls are pretty thin, Katie." She rolled her eyes. "The battery ran out. Do you have any?" "I have something better," I said. "If you're game." It was then that she looked at my crotch and at seeing my hard-on, widened her eyes. I walked up to her, my thigh touching her bare knee. I bent down and whispered in her ear: "I can fuck you hard, Katie." She gasped and looked into my eyes. I had a moment of fear, wondering if I went too far, wondering if she'd tell Mom and if Mom would believe her. I was crazy, this was crazy, I knew, but I couldn't help myself, I couldn't stop. It was then that she grabbed my neck forcefully and kissed my lips with a hungry, wild abandon. I moaned as her tongue dueled with mine and I tasted her. She leaned back on the bed and I followed her down, pinning her to the mattress, my dick pressed against her hip. "Please, I need you," she said as she pulled away from my lips to nip and lick my jaw and neck. I shivered at the sensation of her soft, warm tongue on my skin. I buried my face in her, long, silky hair for a moment to regain my composure, taking in her citrus shampoo. I decided, before I took her to give her something she was denied earlier. I rose off her body, missing the warmth of her already. Soon, I told myself. Soon. "Take your top off," I all but growled as I yanked her skirt and panties off her legs. She removed her top and I took in the soft swell of tits, her nipples already erect. I took one between my fingers and was rewarded with a gasp. I grinned and took her whole tit in my grasp to gently kneed. Since she was sitting up again, at the edge of her bed, it made things easier. I went to my knees, still massaging her tit, flicking her nipple at random moments, and spread her legs apart. The smell of her pussy made my mouth water and I took a moment to take it all in. Holy Shit! I was looking at my sister's pussy. Her glorious, shaved and dripping pussy with its pretty lips and waiting hole. I took a finger and slid it over her clit and she twitched, moaning. "Yes," she whispered. "More." I nudged her legs further apart and leaned her back against the mattress so her cunt was exposed for me. I took my first lick slowly, starting from the bottom to the top, savoring her juices. I groaned and felt my dick twitch and precum leak from the tip. It was a wonder I hadn't come already. I licked her faster, twirling my tongue and undulating it over her clit. I could feel her pussy twitch and shudder and I released her tit so I could put my finger in her channel. Her breathing came in short, breathy pants as I moved my finger in and out of her hole. It glistened in the light, coated with her cream. So wet, so ready. I nibbled her clit and finger fucked her faster, harder and within moments, I could feel her clench and shutter her release. She cried out, a keening sound that went straight to my balls. "That was just the beginning," I said and rose from my place on the floor. I took my boxers and pants off and loomed over her again. I took in her flushed face, her puffy lips and tousled hair and couldn't think of anyone more sexier. I scooted her up, closer to the center of the bed and she opened her eyes and smiled at me. I leaned down, pressing our flushed bodies together once more and the skin to skin contact was perfect. My dick pressed between our bodies and the friction, little as it was, felt amazing. I took her mouth in mine once more, kissing her with a madness that I alone couldn't be feeling. We were falling into this abyss together. Her hips started to grind against me and she broke the kiss. "Fuck me, I need you. I need my brother." Her words made my heart race and urged me on. I took my hot, flushed cock in hand and guided it into her wet, welcoming pussy. I slid in slowly, feeling the exquisite sensation of her muscles stretching and clenching on my dick, of her juices coating my sensitive flesh. We groaned in pleasure, our moans seeming loud in the silent house. Once I was balls deep I waited. "You're such a good sister, so good." I said. "Your pussy grabbed my dick so well. You want this don't you?" I asked, slowly pulling out. "You want your big brother to pound your pussy?" I drove in again. She gasped and arched her back. "Yesssss. Fuck me, fuck me hard." "Brother," I said, nearly growing in her ear. "I want you to know who's fucking you, who's pleasuring you." "Yes, brother," she said, breathlessly. I smiled and kissed her swollen lips, nipping them as I moved my hips ever so slightly. "Please, faster, I need-" she panted. I knew I was torturing her—hell I was torturing myself—but I didn't want this to end. It was too amazing, too wonderful and what if this was a one time thing? What if she realized what she did and couldn't look at me again? I shook those thoughts out of my mind and decided to live in the moment, at least for now. "Get reading, baby, because you're about to have the best fuck of your life." "Yes, brother, please, please..." I pulled out slowly and slammed back in, keeping her body in place as much as I could. She groaned and wrapped her legs around my hips pulling me closer, deeper. I gave in, unable to hold onto my control any longer. I started to move in and out of her tight, slick pussy in a harsh rhythm. Her tits giggled and swayed as I moved. Sweat beaded down my face and I quickly wiped it away. I kept my eyes on her, watching her gasp and groan, her lips parted in pleasure. Her hands grabbed the comforter for purchase as fucked her. Hard. "That's it baby, such a good little sister." I cooed. I felt her cunt clench around my cock and I knew she'd come again. And soon. "God," she moaned as I tilted my thrust and hit her g-spot. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she nearly stopped breathing. "Gonna come," she gasped. "Come all over your brother's cock, I need it, come on my cock, baby." She arched her back and let out a keen, her pussy convulsing, quivering and milking my cock. I moved in and out, gliding through the sudden gush of her juices until I felt my balls draw up and pleasure like no other shot though my body. I came, groaning her name as I thrust in and out of her still quivering hole. "Yes, come, come," she whispered. I slowed my pace down, still thrusting, though more gently now. I leaned down, blanketing her flushed and sweaty body with my own, making sure to stay connected, stay inside of her. I kissed her deeply, slowly as I slowed my thrusts down even more, until they were only every few moments. She nipped my bottom lip and looked into my eyes. "That was awesome." I chuckled. "I know." I paused. "Would you want to do it again? Ever?" She sighed and my gut clenched in fear. "Of course, no one can fuck me like my brother, that's for sure." She laughed. "I think you ruined me for all men." I couldn't help feeling a sense of satisfaction over that. Not only was she the best I've ever had, but I was hers as well. After a moment I lifted myself up, still connected to her-it was has if my dick never wanted to leave the confines of her sweet, warm pussy. I pulled out slowly and saw the slow gush of my come coat her opening and drip down to her ass. It was hot and made me wish I was hard all over again, just do I could fuck all over. "I love your pussy," I said. She lifted herself up on her elbows and looked at me, "I hope you love more than my pussy, Josh." "You're my sister, of course I love more than your pussy." She kissed my cheek. "Good." She reached down and swiped her delicate finger though our cream, the white contrasting against the deep red of her nail polish. I watched her, wondering what she was thinking. Was she worried I came inside her? No, I remember Mom picking her birth control up last week. We didn't have to worry about that. I watched as the tip of her tongue peeked outside her lips and licked her finger clean. "Katie," I said, voice low, guttural. She was teasing me, taunting me. "You taste good, brother," she said sweetly, looking up at me from beneath her lashes. "If I could, I'd fuck you right now." I took a breath. "I'll get you for that later," She smiled and moved to scoot off the bed. "I need to shower." she looked at me, taking in my muscled, toned figure and well endowed—though now flaccid cock. "So do you." I nodded and went to gather my things. "You can go first," I said, putting my boxers back on. "No sharing?" she pouted. I shook my head. "Mom'll be home soon." And with the bathroom in the hallway, it'd be too risky for us to shower together, at least this late at night. She sighed and nodded. Kissing me on the lips as she walked out naked, towel in hand, to the bathroom. It wasn't until I got to my room and sat down on my bed that it hit me, really hit me. I fucked my little sister. And it was the best sex of my life. * It was a week since my brother, Josh came into my room that Saturday night and fucked me senseless. I couldn't stop thinking of that night. Of his tone, muscled body, of his blond boy-ish looks and dimpled smile and cock that could make me come like no one else. I wanted him, needed him. I knew it was wrong, I knew it shouldn't have happened—ever—but I couldn't bring myself to regret it. I wanted it to happen again. We managed to act normal around each other, to tease and argue like we always did. Normal sibling shit. It was as if nothing happened, at least when others were around. When Mom was busy or looking the other way I often caught the hungry look in his blue eyes and it caused my pussy to wet with need. Since we were both in college - he a sophomore and me a freshmen - our schedules were often busy, but with the start of Spring Break, coupled with the fact that Mom worked during the middle of the night, I was nearly dripping in anticipation. We had plenty of time alone, plenty of time to fuck. I waved goodbye to Mom as she left for her shift at the all-night diner and shifted my position on the couch, feeling Josh's warm body next to mine. My stomach filled with butterflies. I wanted to pounce on him the moment the door closed, but I knew better. Mom often forgot something or another and came back. I tried to control my body, to calm down, but the thought of what the night would bring made me soak my panties already. There was something so hot, so naughty about fucking your brother. So wrong, but so, so good. Josh kept watching the movie, his eyes on the screen and I wondered if he was really watching it or if he, like me, checked out long ago. I bit my lip and looked at the clock, surprised how much time already passed. Fifteen minutes was long enough to ensure Mom was gone for good tonight. I took my hand and slid it down his abs, smiling as he twitched in surprise. I was glad he was wearing sweatpants as it made it easier to push down and free his cock. I didn't get a good look at it the first time we were together on account of being fucked within an inch of my life, but this time, I took the time to take it in. He was big with a good girth on him. Bigger than the guy I lost my virginity to, that's for sure. He had short, golden pubes at the base and around his large balls. At my delicate, nearly non-touch on its head, he gasped. "Katie," he whispered, swallowing hard. "Are you ready for some fun tonight?" "Yes," he said, finally turning to look at me. "I've been dying to feel you again, to-" I leaned up and kissed his mouth, silencing him, "Me too." I kept massaging the head of his dick in slow circles and was rewarded by it hardening. A drops of precum made my strokes easier. "I want to suck you," I said and leaned down, close to his prick. I took the tip of my tongue and swiped It over his leaking, flushed head. The salty taste of come and man invaded my senses and my pussy gushed, even wetter. He moaned and I placed the tip just in my mouth and gently applied suction. I released him and looked up, "I've never done this," I admitted. "Let me know if I'm doing something wrong." He met my eyes, his slightly widened in surprise. "You're killing me, baby," he groaned. "Just do what you were doing. It feels good." I nodded and brought his glistening prick into my month again, this time further into my mouth. I fought the urge to gag and moved my head up and down in time with my hands on his shaft. He groaned again and from my periphery I saw his head fall back onto the couch. I must have been doing something right and was rewarded by more precum, my taste-buds accustomed and greedy for it. I must have been at it for a minute or so, when I reached for my pussy, desperate to relieve the pressure building. I was so hot, nearly feverish with desire. He must have seen my movements, because he tapped my shoulder and told me to stop. "Get naked, now." I did, shedding my tank top, shorts and panties in lighting speed. I flushed at his perusal, at the hunger in his eyes as he took in my breasts and already, glistening pussy. He got up, flung his clothes off and told me to lay on the couch. I rested my head on one of the throw pillows and he took another and placed it under my ass, lifting everything up. "You're so wet, so wet for me," he said as his finger caressed and teased with the lightest of touches on my slit. "Yes, for you, brother. You make me so hot, so horny." He smiled, a dimple on his left cheek as he moved closer. He kissed my thigh and I shivered. He moved closer, kissing my clit, only to flick his tongue out. The small sensation felt like electric and I groaned at the pleasure of it. He started to lick me from bottom to top slowly. I shifted my hips, trying to roll them, wanting more. I felt his fingers, two if I guessed right, enter me as he nipped my clit. I shuddered and nearly came right then. I was panting by now, breathless. He licked my cream, twirled his tongue and fingered me in perfect rhythm. "Come for me," he panted and at those words, I shattered. My pussy clenching on his fingers, gushing juices onto tongue. He continued to lick me, sending tiny jolts of pleasure as my orgasm went on and on. "Oh, God, oh God," I babbled. He stopped, seemed to gather his own composure and let me gather mine. He sat back down on the couch and when I was composed enough to move, he helped me up. "I want you to ride me, can you do that? Ride your big brother?" I nodded and flicked the pillow out of the way, moving my legs over his thighs and getting into position. With my ass titled up to allow his access, he guided his leaking, flushed cock into my dripping wet cunt. I lowered myself slowly, groaning into his ear as my face was buried into the nook of his shoulder. "So good baby. No one takes my cock like you." Once I was fully seated I took a second to let my pussy adjust to the full feeling. While I wasn't a virgin, I was still unused to sex and with someone this large. I pulled back, resting my hands on his shoulders and looked into his eyes. He kissed me deeply, our tongues gliding with each other. I started to move, lifting myself up slowly, only halfway and moved back down. I repeated this a few more times, loving the fact that I could tease him, get him as wild as he got more before. "You want me to fuck you, brother?" I asked, smiling. "You know I do." I nipped his lip and started to move more quickly. My pussy gliding up his length, leaving it wet and slippery for my descent downward. He groaned as I moved my hips and picked up the pace. His eyes closed and I grabbed his jaw, jerking it gently. "Keep your eyes open. I want you to see who's fucking you." He opened his eyes and met mine. "Like I could forget." He took his hands and grabbed my tits, twisting my nipples and I gasped at the feeling. "Do you think you can suck them while I fuck you, bother?" I asked, breathlessly as I bounced up and down, slowly on his prick. He smirked and bent down, capturing a hard bud in his hot, wet mouth on my up stoke. The suction ripped through me and I felt it on my clit. When I moved downward, it pulled with me and the slight pain only added to my pleasure. I moaned, unable to contain myself. He released my left tit and moved to the right, showering it with the same attention. It Started with a Moan I started to pick up speed, gliding effortlessly now that his cock was coated with my juices. I've never been this wet, not for anyone or anything. He released my nipple and lifted his head to capture my gaze, his hands staying on my breasts to message them. "God, Katie, you feel so good." "So do you." I paused to take in a breath. "Why haven't we done this before?" "I don't know, but if I knew fucking my sister would be like this, I would have done it years ago." He bent down and kissed my lips. I tilted my hips and the sensation caused my clit to throb at the friction. I stopped kissing him and panted, unable to do much of anything as the sensation of pleasure washed through me. He took my face in his hands to keep my face and eyes on him. "Gonna come, " I panted. "Me too," he murmured. "Let me watch you come, I want to see the look of pleasure on my sister's face as she comes all over my cock." His words made me hotter and I moved up and down, quicker, needing to fine my release. I moved up once, down once and up again and felt my pussy clench and shutter. My breath frozen in my lungs as waves and waves of pleasure washed over me. Unable to move, he released my face and grasped my ass, lifting me up and down, up and down, the movement sending shocks of pleasure through my body and after a moment I felt him come. His hot sperm flooding my greedy pussy. He moaned and bit his lip. "Beautiful, you're so beautiful." He whispered. "I love seeing you come." I kissed his cheek and draped myself over his body, totally limp and spent. Though I was unable to move, he kept thrusting gently, his dick pumping and pulsing within my cunt, drawing out my pleasure. "I love you, Josh," I whispered and placed my face in the crook of his neck, licking and loving the salty taste of his sweat. "I love you too, Katie." * The next day Mom told us she had an unexpected day off. Katie and I were both wondering what to do. Now that we were fucking, we didn't want to stop. Couldn't stop. Katie put the last dish she'd been washing in the drying rack and gave me a look. "I was thinking of dying my hair today," she said, answering Mom's question. "Oh really? Need any help?" she asked as she left the kitchen with her cup of tea. Katie worried her lip. "No, Josh said he'd help me." "Really?" "Yeah, he owes me after I helped him study for his midterm, don't you Josh?" She met my eyes from my seat at the table. I cleared my throat. "Yeah." What was she up to? "Well, let me know if you need anything," she said as Katie and I started to head out of the kitchen. "Oh, Katie," she called and part of me, the part that knew what we were doing was wrong, made me panic. Did she know? Could she tell? "Yeah, Mom?" Katie asked. "Take the timer, you'll need it." "Oh, yeah. I forgot. Thanks," she said as she reached for the timer next to the stove before heading up the stairs with me behind her. Her tight ass bouncing with every step. I licked my lips. Once we got to the second floor I reached for her arm to stop her progress. "What's going on?" She smiled. "You'll see." She went into her room, grabbed her box of hair dye, towel and change of clothes and headed into the bathroom, beckoning me to follow. I did, powerless to resist. When I entered she closed and locked the door, set her stuff on the counter and started to strip. "What are you doing?" I asked. "It should be pretty obvious," she said as she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her breasts in a sexy black bra. "Mom's home," I said, lamely. "Yeah, so?" she asked, reaching behind and unhooking her bra, causing her tits to fall out with a little bounce. The sight alone aroused me, but I was wondering if it was wise to succumb to the temptation with Mom down stairs. "You're not scared are you?" she teased, much as little sisters do and tossed her yoga pants at me. She stood in only her tong and tapped her foot. I must have looked like a deer in headlights. While I was all for fucking her brains out when we were alone, I was afraid of what would happen if we were caught. I couldn't bear the thought of not being able to kiss her lips, to suckle her tits or push my cock in and out of her pussy. She reached up gently and caressed my jaw and leaned in to kiss me. "She won't know. I told her you'd help me. You need to be in the bathroom for that," she nipped my lip and I opened my mouth. She kissed me deeply, cupping my face. "She won't come up here, not when she's settled in to her TV shows," she said as she pulled away, her lips close, brushing mine. I nodded and pulled back. I got undressed in no time, my cock already hard and wanting. She could turn me on that quickly. By the time I was undressed, she was naked as well. She put her hair in a pony tail and smiled. "You really are going to help me with my dye job, but before that, you're going to fuck me," she whispered in my ear. I swallowed, anticipating, needing. She moved to the counter, resting her arms on either side of the sink and pushed her ass up and away. She looked at me from the mirror's reflection, waiting. "Take me from behind," she said quietly. "Fuck me hard, fuck me deep." She wiggled her ass in invitation and I walked the three steps over to her, my cock bobbing in attention. I reached down, feeling her pussy—wet, slick and warm. Her breath hitched at my touch and my eyes snapped to hers, our gaze meeting each other's in the mirror. I moved behind her and guided my throbbing cock into her tight, warm channel. I groaned, never tiring of the feeling of entering her. She took a breath and I moved out, slowly. She kept her eyes on mine, watching me watch her. It made me dick hardened even more, if that was possible and I moved in and out, in long, slow movements. Her tits gently shook with each thrust and I reached around to tweak her hard nipples, rubbing and thumbing them in time with my thrusts. "Harder," she begged. "fuck me harder, brother." "Anything my little sister wishes," I murmured in her ear and grabbed her hips, tilting them a bit and moving in hard, fast strokes. She gasped, her tits juggling. Her knees knocked on the cabinet doors below the sink and I wondered if Mom could hear it. The idea that she was downstairs added to my pounding heart, but I had to admit it was exciting. The danger, the risk. Katie bit her lip and gripped the edge of the sink as I moved in and out. I slowed down suddenly, wanting to draw things out, to savor it. She took a shuddering breath and moaned. I reached around to rub her clit, my touch light, gentle. Nothing to send her over the edge, not yet. "You look so sexy in the throws of passion," I whispered in her ear. She smiled. "I was thinking the same thing." I picked up the pace again, slamming into her tight cunt so deeply she crashed into the sink. I groaned, feeling her juices trickle down my balls. I grabbed her waist and held her close, pounding in and out, in and out as deep as I could. Her cunt clenched my dick, gripping me and sending ripples of pleasure though my body. "Oh, baby, baby...feel so good." I babbled, nearly lost in the pleasure of it. It was then that I heard footsteps on the stairs. The tell tail creek of the tenth one reaching my ears though my pounding, rushing blood. Mom! I paused, breath frozen in my lungs. Did she hear us? Were we too loud? I started to pull out of Katie, albeit reluctantly, but she reached around and held me in place. Mom's footsteps creaked over the hallway and I knew she was near Katie's room, she only had a few more steps and she'd be at the bathroom. Katie met my eyes in the mirror and moved her rolled her hips, causing my dick to move in and out of her dripping pussy even though I was frozen. She turned on the faucet to cover up any noise and mouthed, "fuck me," I swallowed and reached down, grabbing her hips once more. As I was starting to thrust again, Mom's voice reached my ears, right on the other side of the door. "How's things going?" she asked. I kept pumping my cock in Katie's hot, wet cunt, heart pounding. I had to be crazy, insane! But I couldn't stop. "Going good, Mom," Katie said over the flow of water. "Okay," Mom said and walked away, back down the stairs. I breathed a sigh of relief and went back to the task at hand. I trusted into her quick, quick, then slow, slow, until she was panting and begging for release. I needed it just as much as she did, but we kept holding on, not wanting for it to end. I reached around, flicking her slick nub and she shuddered. "Oh, God, oh God, " she babbled. "So good, sooooo good." I flipped her around, lifted her up and sat her ass on the flat counter on the left of the sink, just high enough for me to fuck her. I grabbed her neck, bringing her lips to mine in a frantic, deep kiss. Her pussy has dripping cream all over her thighs, it glistened in the light, and I rubbed my throbbing prick in her juices before once again entering her. Her breath hitched and she grabbed me around my neck as I fucked her hard and deep. Her tits were mouth level, so I brought a nipple into my mouth to suckle. She moaned, low and throaty and it didn't take long to feel her pussy shudder and clamp tightly around my dick as she found her orgasm. I released her nipple and kissed her, keeping her as quiet as possible. I kept pumping in and out as she shuddered with pleasure until I felt my balls pull up and my come shoot so fast and hard I nearly passed out. The pleasure went on and on. The feel of her muscles milking me and the knowledge of my seed shooting into her pleased me in a whole other way. I didn't stop thrusting, just gentled and slowed them down. I reached for her clit and rubbed the little nub in circles. She shuttered and arched back, her head resting on the mirror. "Gonna come...again," she panted and I didn't let up. I was still hard enough to fuck her still so I sped up my thrusts, going fo quick and short—like a piston. She moaned and her toes curled as she came again, clamping down even more tightly on my prick. I watched her, pony tail tousled, lips swollen, cheeks flushed as she came and I don't think I've seen anything as beautiful or as sexy. I stayed in her warm channel until I felt her muscles relax and my prick soften. I took the time to regain my composure and breath. She lifted her head and caressed my cheek. When I pulled out, I watched as my come gushed and leaked out of her glistening, swollen lips. I always loved to see my seed coat her. I knew I was the only one with the privilege, as she always used condoms with others. The same went for me. The freedom to go bareback, to paint her pussy with my come was erotic, liberating. "You've outdone yourself, brother." "Only the best for my little sister," I said with a smirk. I leaned down and kissed her, gently, more languid. Our tongues caressing, not dueling. We broke apart and I rested my forehead on hers. "What time is it?" I asked, slightly worried. "We've been in here awhile. If Mom asks I'll tell her I was showing you some hair styles of Joyce. Or something." I looked into her eyes. "You know me and Joyce aren't a thing anymore, right?" I felt the need to ask. She bit her lip, unsure. "Baby, you're the only one for me. You ruined me for all women." She smiled and so did I. We were so screwed. I took in her spread thighs, coated with our juices and groaned. I bent down and licked one thigh, intrigued with the combined tasted of us. She ran her hand through my hair and sighed. "You're such a good brother, Josh." "And you're the best little sister a man could want," I replied. I grabbed a washcloth and started to wipe her thighs and pussy clean. Or as clean as I could get it without her taking a shower. Not sure what to do with the washcloth, I threw it in the tub. It'd get clean when she showered, leaving no trace of my come or her juices. I lifted her off the counter and with some tissue paper and all-purpose cleaner, did a quick, but through wipe of the counter. As I was doing this, Katie was getting the box of hair dry open. "I really do need to dye my hair," she chuckled. I bent down and grabbed my clothes, putting them on again. "Need any help?" She bit her lip in thought. "Probably, but it'd be best if you leave now. Mom probably thinks I already started and I don't want her getting nosy again." I sighed. I tugged my shirt over my head and when it was through, I kissed her lips. "You're right. I'll go in my room. I probably smell like sex anyway." She kissed me and nodded. "I'll see you later." * Little did I know later would mean in two days. Josh got roped into helping Brady, one of his college friends into moving and I was left alone. I spent the time watching TV and pleasuring myself when the need arose, though my vibrator (now with new batteries thanks to Josh) was nothing like the feeling of my brother's hot, hard dick moving inside of me. On the second night, my cell pinged and I reached for it. > I smiled. Looks like the night was looking up, I though. > I knew it was best to keep our relationship totally secret. We quickly started to develop our own sort of language, the ability to say one thing completely innocent, but mean something else. Things like: I want you, I need you, fuck me. He was home in twenty minutes and I was up in my room, naked and waiting for him. He knocked on my door, something years of habit instilled into him. "Katie?" "Come in," I said and reveled in the look of surprise—and desire—on his face. "Weren't expecting me to be naked were you?" I asked, laughing. He quickly closed my door and locked it. Just in case. I took two steps to him and fell to my knees, nuzzling his package with my face. "Are you as hot for me as I am for you?" I asked. "Or do you need me to suck you?" I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. "Hmmm, let's see." I yanked his boxers and jeans down to his knees and took his semi-hard dick in my hand. It was velvety, warm and mouthwatering. I moved the head into my mouth, coating it with my saliva before I swallowed more down. I'd been practicing a few times on bananas and I'd gotten better with my gag reflex. I bobbed my head and he gripped my hair. I hummed and felt him shudder in pleasure. I pulled away, his cock leaving my lips with a wet pop. He was hard now. I gave his head a lick, but decided to explore his balls instead. I gently cupped them, rolling them around in my hand and applying gently pressure. He hissed and I froze, thinking I hurt him. "Feel so good, baby," he said, reassuring me. I nodded, glad I was going something right. Much of this was new to me, but I was glad I was exploring things with Josh. What better person to tech me than my big brother? "What do you wanna do tonight?" I asked. "Take you, over and over and over," he whispered, voice thick with desire. I ran to my bed and laid down, waiting. I spread my legs, showing him my pussy as I ran my fingers up and down on either side of my lips, parting them. He licked his lips and started to undress. The last time we fucked was mind-blowing. And Mom nearly caught us. This time we had hours to kill, hours to lick and suck and fuck to our hearts content. The thought alone made me wetter. All his clothes gone off he got onto my bed, his knees causing the springs to squeak as he moved up and straddled my thighs. His cock felt hot on my skin and I could see the tip glistening with precum. He looked down at me, his eyes serious. "When I was away, I had to sneak off into the bathroom to jack off," he said. "So you masturbated yesterday, too?" I was relieved to know I wasn't the only one that indulged in my own hand and fantasy while he was sleeping at Brady's new house, helping him get settled in. His finger flicked my nipple before he trailed it slowly down my chest and stomach. "Did you think of me, Katie?" His finger paused at my public bone. "Of course, only my brother can get me off now," I said. And it was true. He moved his finger lower until it rested just above my clit, just out of reach. It pulsed with anticipation and my pussy wet. He watched me, eyes meeting mine as he gently circled my clit once, twice, three times. "So wet," he murmured. "I love how wet you are for me, so hot and ready." "I need you so bad, Josh, like I've never needed—wanted—anyone else." He took his two fingers and trailed them along the sides of my pussy lips, spreading my cream. Up and down caressed as I felt myself flush. I remembered his dick was within reach and I felt for it. It gave a little twitch as I made contact and I captured a bead of precum on my finger to bring to my mouth. He watched me with hooded eyes as I licked it clean. "Do you want it fast or slow?" he asked. "Both, any, either." I smiled. "I just want your cock in me." He smiled too and rose up enough to maneuver my legs open and tilt my hips up. He straightened out and lowered himself over my body. He kissed my neck, moving up to my jaw and finally my lips. His kisses were languid and gently stroked the slow fire within me. I felt his prick nudge my opening and I gushed, even wetter and beyond turned on. He entered me slowly, gently as he nibbled my lips and sucked on my tongue. I moaned and wrapped my legs around him, pulling him tighter, closer, deeper. He moved almost lazily as my pussy took him in, hungry for more with each thrust. We went on like this for what seemed like ever. It was torture, pure, exquisite torture. His pace, never wavering, built a fire within me and I felt near bursting. He released my mouth and buried his face in my neck and kept thrusting. I came first, shattering totally and completely, in long convulsions that gripped his cock and milked him. He kept thrusting and came right after me. I felt his hot seed spill and my body felt warm all over. He was gasping for breath, must as I was. He kissed my lips, gently and I knew, this wasn't a fucking. We were making love. "That's just the beginning, baby," he said with a smile on his face and his eyes glittering. We stayed connected. He had rolled us to his left side and we spooned. His arm around my waist, holding me close. I'd never felt this sense of completion, connection and love than I did in his arms. I worried my lower lip. If something was so good, so right, how could it be wrong? It wasn't long for his prick to harden again. He gently rocked in and out, letting our juices mix and mingle. He kept his arm around my waist, close to him and his warmth and started to move much more quickly. I gasped at the sensation, different at this angle than what I've experienced before. He moved deeper and faster, the wet sounds of our fucking and our moans and groans filling the air. His thrusts got harder, causing my breath to shudder with each pound. "Yes, yes, yes," I cried. "Oh, brother...So good, more, more," I babbled, nearly out of my mind with pleasure. His breath was hot and loud in my ears and he groaned. "Baby, God-" he said. The arm grabbing my waist moved went lower until his hand was at my clit, holding it there so it'd bump his fingers with each thrusts. The sensation sent stock waves through me, mini-explosions that nearly took my breath away. He kept pounding into me, relentless and for the first time, he came before I did. His moan of pleasure in my ear. He kept pumping into me, my clit hitting his fingers until I too came. I gasped, groaning a throaty, "fuck" as my pussy shuttered over and over again. He rubbed my clit, prolonging my pleasure. It Started with a Moan He kissed the back of my neck and said in a throaty whisper, "wanna try shower sex next?" I laughed. "Yeah, we got time." "Just give me a bit," he said as he pulled out. I felt a warm gush of liquid on my pussy, dribble down my thigh. "I'd stay in you, but I don't want you to be sore," he said, brushing my hair off my face and neck. He kissed my shoulder blade, "I'd stay in you forever if I could." And that brought a sense of warmth through me. I could feel his pounding heart start to slow down and calm. After a few minutes he released me and got up. "I'm going to get something to clean you with. Dried come isn't comfortable, trust me." He left went to the door, put his ear to it and listened. Upon hearing silence, he unlocked it and darted, still naked from my room to the bathroom, only to return with a washcloth in hand. He closed and locked the door and flipped me on my back, using the wet, warm washcloth to wipe and clean my thighs and pussy. When done he threw it on the ground and spooned me again. * We still had a few hours until Mom came home, so I knew we could risk taking a shower together. We needed to get clean, get the smell of sex off of us anyway. The bonus was we could fuck one las time. I held her in my arms, gently caressing and stroking her stomach, listening to her breathing and feeling her heartbeat against my chest. I couldn't stop thinking about her when I was at Brady's and I know I was a bit of a dick to him, snapping at times, but I couldn't help it. I was frustrated as I was missing a chance, a whole night to do this, to be with her. The memories of it were enough to drive me crazy until I was so hard and aching that I jacked off to a family photo from last Christmas on my phone. I kept my thumb over Mom's face and looked at Katie, imagining her wanton and wrapped around my dick, not dressed in a horrible Christmas sweater Grandmas sent her to wear. It did the trick though, because I came in no time, shooting ribbon of come on my stomach. I was glad I took my shirt off, because I didn't have another on hand. Brady would have lent me one, but I didn't want to explain why I needed one. One day away from her was painful. I knew now, I needed her, had to have her. She was like a drug. I loved her, not only as brother would love a sister, but as a man would love a woman. When she stood in her bedroom naked, her eyes glittering with emotion and desire, I knew I had to show her how I felt. I took her slow and sensually, making love to her completely. And now, after going at it two times already, we were about to go a third. We made our way into the bathroom, fresh clothes and towel in hand. She set them on the counter and turned on the fan. We planned on using all the hot water and it could get pretty steamy in there. "You ever fuck in the shower?" She asked me, curious. "Nope, you'll be my first." She turned around and grinned. "Same. Lets hope we don't fuck this up and fall on our asses." She moved out of the way as I went to turn the water on, letting it come to temperature. I was already hard, just the thought of fucking her again assured to that. When the water was hot enough I flipped the shower head on and stepped in, grabbing her hand and gently pulling her into it with me. Her hair got wet and flattened and tiny drops clung to her eye lashes. She kissed me and wrapped her hand around my cock, pumping it in a slow rhythm. "You wanna clean first or fuck?" "Fuck," I said. She licked her lips. "I'm going to lift you up, use your legs to to wrap around my waist," I told her. After she was in my arms, my dick brushing against her pussy, I pushed her back against the side the the shower, letting the warm water trickle over us. I entered her in a hard, deep thrust causing her tits to jiggle. She looked at me, water beads making diamonds on her eye lashes, water gliding down her neck and tits. She looked sexy, erotic. Like a nymph, a goddess. She ground her hips into my pelvis and I hit her g-spot. She gasped in pleasure and surprise. I loved that look on her face. Her arms around my neck held on tighter, her tits pressed into my chest as I thrust in and out. Fast, fast, fast, slow, fast, fast, fast, slow. She groaned and clenched around me, the feeling sending spikes of pleasure down my shaft and into my balls. "Josh, brother—" she gasped. I loved it when she called me brother. It made me even hotter, even harder. Knowing that she didn't shy away from it, what she embraced it and moaned it in the throws of passion was nearly my undoing. "Yes, sister, feel my cock," I growled. "Your pussy wraps around my cock so well, so perfect." Her head fell back, eyes closed as shower water fell onto her face. "So sexy," I whispered and picked up my pace, needing to find release. "Come for me, come all over brother's cock," I said. Seconds later she did, the rhythmic feeling messaging my hot, hard dick. "That's a good girl, so good baby," I crooned. She was perfect, exquisite and I realized, all mine. We would always have each other, we'd always be brother and sister, sharing a bond deeper than blood. With that thought, I came buried deep in her soft folds and wet pussy. Each spurt of my come marking, painting her innermost flesh with my seed. Claiming her as no other. "I love it when you come in me, feels so good," she said licked her lips, tasting some of the water that fell into her face. The shower was warm now and I knew we better hurry if we didn't want it cold. I pulled out and set her down, making sure to hold her steady as she regained her footing. "Good?" I asked. "Yeah. I'm good. Great. I like shower sex," she smiled and looked up at me from her lashes. It was times like this that she looked so young and innocent, even though were were only a year apart. I gave her a quick kiss before I reached for her shampoo and started to message and lather it into her long, now auburn locks. She moaned. "You've got magic hands," she said. I took the bar of soap and worked it into a lather and caressed her soft, pink skin. Rubbing the soap over her neck, back, stomach, legs... I brushed her tits, unable to stop pinching her pretty, pink nipples. She smiled and smacked my arm, "we're supposed to be cleaning, Josh." "I know, I know. I couldn't help it." I took the shower nozzle off its cradle and twisted it to another setting. "What are you doing?" "You'll see," I said as I turned the fast, pulsating water over her clit. She gasped at the sudden pleasure and grabbed my arm. "Josh, Josh...Oh God, I'm going to come again," she panted. Her fingers dug into my arm. "That's the idea, baby." The water hit her clit and it no time she was curling her toes in an orgasm. She rested her head on my arm. "That was unexpected." "No reason why you shouldn't have another orgasm even if I can't," I said and kissed her. "Didn't you know about that?" She shook her head. "I feel stupid now. I've been missing out." "Hey now, don't go replacing me with a shower-head," I said in mock anger. "Oh, Josh, there's nothing that could ever replace you." I looked at her, seeing the love in her eyes and I knew she felt the same way I did. "I feel the same way." I took the nozzle, changed the setting again and titled her head back, washing the shampoo out of her hair. Once she was free of soap, I gave her ass a light smack. "My turn," She moved over to allow me greater access to the water and grabbed for the bar of soap. With slow, purposeful movements she washed my body, saving my cock for last. "Think you have any more in, ya?" I chuckled. "I don't think so, baby. She pouted and I leaned down to nip at her lower lip. "Tomorrow," I said, voice filled with promise. * Mom was feeling under the weather, I discovered the next day, so she called into work and decided to stay home. She was sleeping in and since Josh was as well, I decided to meet up with one of my friends, Jessica, for an early lunch. Discussions became awkward when she kept asking me if I was interested in Chris, one of our mutual friends. She was dating Chris' best-friend, I knew. She mentioned how fun it'd be to double date and I nearly groaned in annoyance. I told her I wasn't interested. Said it nearly ten times by the end of our meal and it seemed she finally got the point. What I really wanted to day was I was seeing someone, but I couldn't. I mean, not when that someone was my brother. Not step-brother, but full on blood. You don't say those things out loud and you don't tell people, no matter how much you wanted to. I wish I could. I mean, shit, we were both adults and consenting. It wasn't like I wanted or planned to get pregnant either, I was on the pill and took in religiously now. Who cared if we fucked? Who was it harming? After our meal, we parted ways and I decided to take a quick trip to buy some sexy lingerie for the future. When I got home both Josh and Mom were awake. Mom wasn't looking so good, but since she had a cold, that wasn't a surprise. Josh was looking as sexy as ever, his hair tousled from sleep and that naughty glint in his eyes. He yawned and stretched, causing a flash of abs to show as his shirt rose. I licked my lips and turned away. I knew we had to be careful, especially around Mom. While I don't think she'd ever think we were doing what we were doing, I didn't want her wondering what changed in our relationship. That being said, I couldn't help but want to test our limits, to see how far we could go and still get away with it. Hell, Josh fucked me in the bathroom while she was right outside, his dick moving in and out of me while she stood just on the other side of the door. A part of me wanted to see what else we could do with her around... Later that evening with Mom at the table looking though a magazine as she ate some soup, I decided to do something risky. Josh and I sat next to each other on the couch, our backs to the table, which was only a few feet away. The lightening in the living room was dim, dimmer than in the kitchen, and we had a movie on. Shoulder to shoulder we sat and I took a fluffy pillow and placed it over our touching thighs. He looked down at it, then up to me, a question in his eyes. I smirked and took my hand and reached for the band of his sweatpants, slipping it against his warm skin. I felt him twitch as my touch snaked lower until I reached his prick. The flesh was warm and silky and he was soft. I planned to rectify that and soon. "Katie," he whispered, a warning in his tone. "Shh," I said and flicked the volume up a tiny bit, the sounds of bullets and noises a little louder. "Mom's right there," he said. I shrugged. "She won't know if you keep quiet." He didn't say anything else and kept his eyes on the TV. I knew he wasn't watching the movie, though, he was trying to act normal. I took my thumb and started to move it in slow circles around his slit, spreading precum on the head. Soon, he was erect and throbbing in my hand, his hard-on testing the confines of his boxers and pants. I moved the pillow over his crotch a bit more and gestured his him to free his cock. It popped out, hard and ready and using the pillow for concealment, I started to place long, even strokes up and down his shaft. His breath hitched and he bit his lip to keep from groaning. I started to quicken the place, messaging the head with every upstroke and Josh groaned. He tried to cover it up with a cough and Mom asked if he was okay. "No, I'm good. Swallowed my spit is all," he managed to say. He leaned down, "I'm going to come," he whispered. "Do it," I said as I stoked him off faster, this time just the tip of his flushed prick. He came into my hand, pumping jets of hot come into my waiting palm. He sighed. I smirked and brought my hand to my mouth, licking his spunk off my skin. "I'll get you later for that," he said and covered his now flaccid prick back up. I turned my head and saw mom was still at the table, oblivious. I nearly laughed. She had no clue what was going on. Later came in two hours. I was turned on from giving Josh a hand-job, but managed to get myself under control. My underwear were damp, but I decided to ignore that. They'd be off soon enough. After finishing the second movie, Mom told us she was going to bed. Normally she'd be awake, but being sick zapped some of her energy. When she headed to her room, Josh and I headed upstairs to ours. "Yours or mine?" I asked. "Mine, your bed squeaks too much." I chuckled. It was true. He took my hand, interlacing his fingers in mine and lead me through his door. Once it was closed and locked he started to undress me. I let him. He traced the edges of my bra where the cloth met my tits and I shivered. He unhooked it and caught them as they fell out of their confines. "Mmmmm," he said, "so perfect. See how they fit right in my hands?" He gently squeezed them and brushed his thumb over my nipples. They hardened instantly. He bent down and suckled one in his mouth, then the other. He gently yanked at my jeans, pulling me closer to him, our bodies flushed. I could feel his hard-on and the heat of his body. He unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and pulled them down my thighs. He helped me get out of them completely and I stood in only my underwear. His headed gaze rested on my pussy and I knew he could see the wetness on my panties. I took the strap of fabric around my hips and pushed them down, letting them pool at my feet. His hands trailed up and down my skin, causing prickles of pleasure. "You're so beautiful," he said sincerely and I felt a rush of warmth all over. Other guys said I was pretty, but I never really believed them. I believed Josh. He gave me a light kiss and stepped back. "I'm going to fuck you slow. Slower than I've ever fucked you before," he said, smirk on his face as he started to undress. "But-" "Oh, no, baby, I'm going to get you back for that little stunt downstairs." "But you liked it," I said with a pout. "That may be, but it was risky. I don't want to get caught," he said, looking up and meeting my eyes. "I don't want to lose you." I leaned in and kissed him, nudging his tongue with mine. "I'm sorry, it was...exciting. I wanted to see if we could." He nodded. "Just don't make a habit of it. I worry our luck may run out." I didn't argue and decided to get myself situated on his bed. He walked over and lowered himself over me, our combined weight causing the mattress to squeak just a little. Not nearly a loud as mine, though. He grabbed my neck, bringing me closer and kissed me. He entered me in one smooth motion, just as slow as he said it would. It was torture. I started to roll my hips, but he stopped me. "No, baby. You've been a bad little sister and this is your punishment." I nearly whimpered as he continued his slow pace. I could feel the head of his cock as he nearly left my pussy, only for him to slid back in just as slowly as he started. I moaned and kissed his neck and jaw. "Please," I begged, "fuck me harder." He shook his head and smiled before capturing my lips, silencing any further protest. We went like this for what seemed like ever, his slow, torturous place drawing out our pleasure. I could feel every pulse of his thick cock in my pussy, could feel the smooth glide as he rocked in and out. I nipped his lower lip and tried to move my hips again. "Shhh, Katie," he whispered in my ear, "don't worry, we'll get there soon." I didn't know how much longer I could take it. I loved being pounded hard and fast, but this? It was both better and worse. I felt his hips shift ever so slightly and his cock nudged my g-spot. I moaned. "Yes," I panted. I wanted, needed release. The slow build-up was delicious, but I felt like I needed to come or I'd die. "Please," I nearly whimpered. He looked into my eyes, "Will you be a good little sister? You don't want to get your brother in trouble do you?" "No," I gasped as he pegged my g-spot again. "I'll be a good sister, I swear." I stilled and I feared he'd stop. "Okay," he said. "Get up and bend over my desk, I'll give you what you need." Once he left my pussy I nearly jumped up and tripped getting to the desk a few feet away. He chuckled. "So eager for your brother's cock, aren't you?" I moved his papers and book out of the way, so I could find room for my body to rest. My tits pressed into the wood and the smooth surface felt good on my aching tits. "Yes, I want you cock, need it." I couldn't see him coming, but I heard him. I felt his hand grab my ass as he reached down and guided his slick cock into my pussy. I groaned, loudly. I couldn't help it. I loved it when he fucked me like this, from behind. It filled me deeply, completely as he took me hard and fast. When he didn't started, I looked lifted my head and looked towards him. "Brother?" He caressed my back and surged in and out, so hard it took my breath away and pressed my face back into the desk. "Is this what you want? Is this want you need?" He moved in and out, his thrusts first short, then longer. "Oh, God...yes, yes, brother, this is what I need." I took a breath. "You always know what I need...such a good brother." He tilted my hips and a wave of pleasure flooded me. "Soooo good." He groaned. The sounds of our flesh, of the wet sounds of pussy meeting cock and our pants filled the air. "God, I love you," he said, thrusting even deeper. I couldn't respond. I couldn't even breath or think. I came hard. Waves and waves of pleasure rushed throughout my body. I felt Josh's hand over my mouth, trapping my scream. I nipped at the flesh of his palm, but he kept it in place as he continued to pump my pussy. I heard his quick pants, the low moans and knew he was getting close. How he held on this long, I didn't know. "Gonna come, baby, come right in your tight cunt," he said. Seconds later, we came together. Another orgasm that totally snuck up on me. My eyes rolled in the back of my head and my body threatened to sag, but he kept me upright. I panted against his hand, still over my mouth as he thrust his pulsing prick into me. I felt his come shoot deep inside and my muscles clenched with each nearly painful wave of pleasure. He slowed down and I felt my juices coat my thighs, slick and warm. I knew his come would join in as well, once he pulled out. He blanketed my back with his weigh, totally spent. His breath sounding in my ear, making my hair tickle my shoulders. He kissed my back. "God, I love you, Katie," he whispered. Now that my mouth was free and my wits were back, I could respond, "I love you too, Josh." He kissed my shoulder blade and pulled out, his come making its way out of my still fluttering cunt. He took a T-shirt from the back of his chair and wiped my thighs, throwing it in his hamper. He picked me up and carried me to his bed. He laid on his back and I was blanketed on him, my head on his chest, listening as his heartbeat slowed. He caressed my back in slow glides and I started to calm down as well. He reached for the remote and turned on the TV. We settled on reruns of the Family Guy to pass the time. * After three episodes, I was ready for another round. I wasn't sure if Katie was as well. She looked totally spent last time. I couldn't believe it, but every time we fucked it kept getting better than the last. It was amazing, wonderful, totally awesome. She shifted her cheek on my chest and her hair moved, tickling my arm. I loved the smell of her shampoo, lemons and oranges. So fresh and clean. I couldn't drink a glass of OJ now without thinking her and getting hard. Pretty awkward. It Started with a Moan Perhaps sensing my desires, her hand trailed down to my prick. Her delicate fingers gliding over the sensitive flesh. I let her take me in hand and pump my cock. I was hard in no time and she lifted her head to grin at me. "Wanna go another round?" she asked. Fuck yeah. "Duh," I said, lightly tapping her arm. "God, you can be such a...brother sometimes," she huffed as she got out of my arms. "That's because I am." "Yeah, yeah," she said as she straddled my hips, her pussy inches from my cock. She put her hands on my chest, caressed a nipple. "Do you think what we're doing is wrong?" she asked in a quiet voice, her eyes downcast. "No," I said. "We're adults, we both want it. Who are we harming?" She looked up and sucked on her lower lip. "That's what I was thinking too." I smiled and caressed her cheek. "Good, I'd hate for you to feel anything different." She reached behind her and guided my leaking cock into her pussy. It eased in easily from last time, her juices and my come still clinging deep within. I groaned as she lowered herself. Once she was seated she paused. "Jessica was trying to get me to go out with Chris today." I didn't like the sound of that. Chris was an asshole and not someone I'd want my little sister to be seeing regardless of what we were doing. "You're mine," I said, my voice a little too forceful. She rolled her hips, bent down and kissed my jaw. "Don't get mad. I know. I already consider you my boyfriend. You're mine, too, you know?" "Of course. I wouldn't go off and fuck someone else. I wouldn't hurt you like that." I was never one to be touchy-feely with my emotions, especially not with girls, but this was different, this was Katie. Declarations of love seemed to come easy to me, maybe because I already loved her already as a sister. Adding onto that love, building on it wasn't so hard. She leaned back, placed her palms on my abs and started to glide up my cock. For a second there, I nearly forgot we were connected as my cock in her pussy felt so right, so perfect. So normal. She bounced down and I reached for her breasts, capturing them in my hands and teasing her nipples. She kept her eyes on me as she moved up and down on my throbbing prick. She clenched her pussy in rhythm to her thrusts and the added sensation drew more pleasure. I moaned and flicked her nipples, pinching them. "Do you think there's others out there?" she asked. "Other brothers and sister that fuck? I mean, we can't be alone, right?" "I doubt we are, baby." Her hair fell into her face and I moved it out of the way. She leaned in slightly and rode me a bit faster, just like I liked. I knew she couldn't fuck me as hard and fast-at least not in this position- as I could fuck her, but I was willing to take anything she gave. Her tits jiggled in my view and I caressed them, my hands trailing down her taunt stomach and over her slim hips. "You feel so good, brother," she panted. "I love your cock." Her comments pleased me as did the fact that I knew I was her best. I might not have been her first, something I regretted now, but I was sure if the hell determined to be her best. I wanted her to know that no one else out there was as good as her brother, no one could make her come and shudder and scream than her own blood. I noticed her slow her pace, "are your legs cramping?" She blushed, the pink making her cheeks look flush. "Yeah, sorry. Can you take over?" "Don't be sorry." I winked and grinned. "I don't mind." She let out a huff as I turned us over, still connected. I laid her head on my pillow and spread her legs wide on either side of me. Holding onto her stomach, I trusted into her as deep as I could get. She reached down to caress her clit and light, slow circles. "Mmmmmm," she mumbled. "My brother fucks me so good. Harder, Josh. Fuck me harder." I did. How could I resist such an appealing command? I moved like a piston in her tight, slick cunt. Her juices were already dripping down her into her crack, no doubt landing on my sheets. Oh well, a small price to pay for this pleasure. She kept clenching and muscles, messaging me from the inside with every down thrust. I bend down and took her mouth in mine, sucking on her tongue. She always tasted so sweet. I groaned in her mouth as the pleasure started to build. My thrusts became frantic, nearly violet and I feared the noise would make it way to Mom downstairs. Only a minute more, I told myself and continued on. She broke our kiss and fought for air. Her arms snaked tightly around my neck. I came violently, a sudden surge of come exploding from my prick and flooding her cunt. I kept pumping, determined to get her off as well. She moaned. "Holy shit, yes...yes." She whispered against my mouth. I kept coming in her tight, waiting pussy as I felt her get off. Her muscles clamping around my nearly over-sensitized prick in a tight grip. Her head fell back and I suckled on her exposed neck. She panted and gripped my arms, her nails digging into my skin. The pain felt wonderful, adding to my pleasure. "Josh..," she gasped. Her cunt kept milking me, on and on it seemed. I eventually stilled, fully seated in her pussy. "You have the best orgasms," I said leaving her neck, to kiss her cheek, "Only the best for my big brother," she said, smiling. "You like my cunt massaging you, eh?" I chuckled. "That's an understatement." I rose onto my knees and pulled out, my cock coated with our come, glistening in my lamp-light. "Bring it up here," she said. "I'll lick it clean for you." I got off the bed and stood right at face level. She turned and leaned closer and gently grasped my now soft prick. I was nearly too sensitive, but she licked me gently, lapping up her juices and my come from my dick in no time. I threaded my hand though her hair, gently massaging her scalp. Once done she released me and looked up though her lashes. "We taste good," she said. "Want me to return the favor?" She nodded and flopped back on her back, spreading her legs wide. "Please do," she said. I got into position, my head between her legs. She was covered in juices. Most of it was hers, but I could make out the pearly white of my come as well. Not a problem. If she could eat her own, so could I. I started on the outside of her cunt, as the glistening juices were spread around. She shuddered as my tongue gently lapped at her thighs and bikini area. I moved in closer, licking her outer lips, bottom to top. It was her entrance that had the most, pooled and waiting for my tongue to scoop up. I tasted my come and thought it wasn't so bad and continued to lick her clean. I licked higher, over her clit and her thighs clamped around my head. I licked her there again and again, whirling and twirling my tongue. "You're going to kill me," she said as she came again, quivering on my tongue. I licked her pussy hole again as small shudders wracked her body. Once she was more or less clean, I rose up and gripped her knees. "I agree, we do taste good," I said with a smirk. I flopped next to her, gathering her in my arms and kissed her forehead. "Sleep, baby, I'll move you to your room soon." She hugged me closer and closed her eyes. With her in my arms, everything felt peaceful, perfect.