11 comments/ 113919 views/ 26 favorites John and Melissa Ch. 01 By: Naughty_Misty Summertime: Lazy days, hot nights, barbecues, and pool side drinking. It also meant that her brother would finally be coming home again. She hadn't seen him in almost a year and wondered how much he had changed while he was gone. She knew she had changed a lot. Gone were the braces, ugly glasses and adolescent acne. Instead she had perfectly straight teeth, contact lenses and clear skin. She had also lost weight and found that under her fat she had possessed the body and curvy hips of a woman. She stood now with her hands fisted on those curvy hips as she scowled at the screen that announced "arrivals" and saw that her brothers flight was delayed yet AGAIN. Twenty more minutes passed before the screen said "now arriving". She made her way to waiting are just outside of the security check point and began scanning the passengers that began streaming through the tunnel. His mom said his little sister had lost weight while he was gone, but he wasn't worried. He knew he would be able to spot the little pest anywhere. His eyes darted around the crowd of people he saw on the other side of the security checkpoint. There was a woman holding a small boy and the boy was shouting "Daddy, I see Daddy!" and clapping with joy. He saw the attractive honey-blond in a pretty summer dress waving frantically and grinning like a loon. He thought who ever she was waving at was surely a lucky bastard. Scanning he still didn't see the pest. He started to frown and was fumbling for his cell phone when the summer dress began hurling toward him. He was about to check over his shoulder when she launched herself into him and wrapped her arms around his neck and began hugging him tightly. "Oh my god, you look so great John!" She squealed as she hugged him. The voice shocked him back to reality. "Holy shit, Pest?" She laughed as she stepped back and took another look at him. The time he had spent away had changed him some. The smile on her lips faded when she saw the look on his face. His mouth hung open and his eyes were still wide with shock. "You... ummm... wow," was all the more he could say. He saw the look on her face and immediately felt like a jack ass. She was always the sensitive one and he could see the tears shimmering in her eyes. "Mom said you lost weight, but look at you! You look incredible, Melissa." The sweet apology made everything better and her eyes went from sad to excited all over again. She pulled him along to the baggage carousel so they could collect his luggage and was babbling the whole time they walked. She filled him in on the gossip and news that he had missed the past year. He spotted his suitcases and pulled them off the carousel. She took the handle of the smaller one while he took the larger two. The summer heat hit him full in the face as they stepped outside and he was sweating almost instantly. By the time they had reached the car he was wiping a stream of sweat from his forehead. She got in the car first and popped the trunk for him so he could stow his suitcases. She also blasted the air conditioning on high. He reached into one of his suitcases before shutting the trunk and grabbed a tank top to change into. He glanced around first, and after verifying that nobody was watching undid the weapon harness strapped there. He set it on the suitcase and covered it with the suit coat. He was just lifting his undershirt over his head when she popped her head out of the car to find out what was taking so long. His long, muscular arms rippled when he pulled the shirt off and his chest glistened with a sheen of sweat. She swallowed the harsh words she was about to speak and just stood there staring at him. It appeared that her brother had been working out as well. Her eyes went from his well formed pecs down to his flat stomach. . She remembered last summer he had been skinny and almost gangly. Now he was far from gangly. His flat boyish stomach had been replaced with six pack abs and she could see a thin trail of hair peeking over the waistband of his jeans. She was nearly ready to drool when he coughed politely and snapped her back to reality. She blushed when she remembered that this wasn't just any guy, this was her brother! He saw the way his sister had been staring at him and hoped that funny look on her face was just from the stifling heat in the parking garage. He quickly put on the ribbed tank top, closed the trunk, and turned to get into the passenger side of the car. He sat down in the car with some rather disturbing thoughts of his own beginning to swirl around in his head. He had remembered his initial thoughts when he had first seen her, before he knew it was is his sister. She had been a late bloomer, but damn had she blossomed. The ride back to their parents house was blissfully quick and the earlier moment of awkwardness seemed to have passed. For the rest of the afternoon neither one had a chance to reflect on their earlier thoughts. Their parents had invited half of the neighborhood over for a barbecue and there was a steady stream of people coming and going. After the barbecue his parents announced there would be poolside margaritas and people changed out of shorts and sundresses and into swimming suits. Melissa shooed her mom and dad out the door with their guests and told them she would clean up some before swimming. John was already in the pool when Melissa finally emerged from the house. He was grateful the water would help disguise his reaction when he saw his baby sister in a tiny bikini. Her breasts had filled the tiny top quite nicely and the way her hips swayed as she carried a frosty glass to one of the guests made his mind spin. He wished he had a glass of his own, but there was no way he was getting out of the water. He knew his cock was tenting his swim trunks and he reminded himself over and over again that this was his sister. He was chanting "it's your sister, it's your sister" under his breath when suddenly his mother was standing right in front of him. She gave him a funny look as she handed him his own glass. "John, are you okay?" his mother asked concerned. "I'm just exhausted, Mom. Don't worry, I'll be fine. Thank you for the drink." He said as he took the glass she held out. "Should Melissa be drinking one of these?" His mother glanced over her shoulder as Melissa took a sip from her own glass. "I said she could have one glass. I know, I am contributing to the delinquency of a minor. Please, don't arrest your own mother dear. It wouldn't look good in front of the guests." "Mom..." John winced at the whine in his voice. His mother had already begun walking back toward the guests though and he just sighed. The conversation had killed his erection enough to allow him to be able to relax a bit. When he finally pulled himself out of the swimming pool, he did his best to avoid looking at his sister for the rest of the evening. Somewhere around midnight the last guest took off and John's parents headed to bed. Melissa had been steadily bringing in and washing glasses as guests left in small groups. She had just finished the last glass when John stepped around the corner of the kitchen. "Can you grab the trash and take it out to the can?" Melissa asked him sweetly. Her head was swimming a little from the drinks she'd had earlier. Oh yes, her mother said one, but Melissa had slyly added small amounts here and there to her own glass as she refilled other peoples. "Sure," was Johns thick reply. He had not been limited to just one drink and his head was swimming a lot. While he wasn't falling down drunk, he was equally sure if he was given a sobriety test he'd fail miserably. He was just coming back into the kitchen to let Melissa know he was done with the trash and when he stopped dead in his tracks. She was bent over as she put soap in the dishwasher and her long t-shirt had ridden up exposing her bottom. John stared at the thin white strip of her thong panties. He turned and stood on the other side of the wall where his sister wouldn't see him before he spoke up. "Trash is out sis, I'm going to bed now. Night!" He didn't know if she said good night or not, because he was too busy heading toward the bathroom. Once he shut and locked the door he let his swim trunks fall to around his ankles and he grabbed his cock in his hand. He leaned against the door for a minute as he stroked his cock a few times. He realized quickly this was a bad idea and sat on the edge of the bathtub instead. The precum was already oozing from the head of his cock and he used his thumb to spread it on the underside. The sensation sizzled all the way down to his toes and they curled slightly as he began to jerk off. He was really getting into it when he heard Melissa shut her bedroom door. He stopped for a moment or two, hoping she wouldn't need to use the bathroom and start banging on the door. When no knock came he sighed softly. He was just about to resume stroking when he heard a moan come from the wall that the bathroom shared with Melissa's room. He thought of how much she had drunk that night and concern took over. His mother and father may have been fooled but he certainly wasn't. He had noticed Melissa's glass always had remained about a fourth of the way full for the last 3 hours of the party. It was always icy, not melted, so John knew what his sister had been doing. After all, he had done the same himself a few years before. Another moan had him unlocking and softly opening the bathroom door. Fearing she was about to be sick from the drinks he quietly turned the knob on Melissa's bedroom door and walked in to the darkened room. His eyes widened when he saw that she was not sick at all. Melissa was laying on her stomach with one pillow just above her breasts and another pillow between her thighs. Her ass moved sensually as she gyrated madly against the pillow between her thighs and her had had disappeared under the pillow near her chest. She had started to climax when the door opened and was so lost in her pleasure that she didn't see her brother standing there gaping as she humped her pillow. She let out muffled cries of passion into a third pillow and she ways crying out his name as she came. Backing up quietly and quickly John closed the door and disappeared into his old bedroom. Once inside his own room he freed himself from his swim trunks and began to jerk off again. His cock was dripping and aching from his sisters performance. The familiar tightening in his balls signaled that he was going to cum very soon. Normally, he tried to stretch out his jack off sessions. Tonight, was far from normal and he let out a hiss when his cock jerked in his hand and thick streams of cum shot out. He nearly passed out from the intensity of it all. When he could finally breath again he got up and headed toward the bathroom to clean up. He could hear his sister moaning again and smiled. Little sister had quite the appetite. He heard the muffled cries again and he felt his cock twitch. He stood and stroked as he listened to her pleasure herself two more times. It was during the third one that he himself came again. He moaned as she did and shot his cum into the nearby sink. He grabbed the washcloth and soaked it in cold water before cleaning himself off and rinsing out the sink. He went back into his room and was about to lay down when he noticed he had no pillow on his old bed. He headed toward the hall closet where he knew his mom kept such things when Melissa opened up her door and plowed into him. Her face was flush and glowing and she flushed even deeper when she saw her brother. "Hey," he said when he saw her. She didn't reply as she rushed past him in to the bathroom. She shut and locked the door before and John grinned. He walked in to her bedroom and seeing the pillow still bunched on her bed he picked it up. He strolled casually back to his bedroom where he stood in his doorway waiting until she came out of the bathroom. "Melissa," he called out when she stepped from the bathroom. She jumped at the sound of his voice and whirled toward him. "I didn't have a pillow on my bed, so I just went and grabbed one from yours. Night!" With that John held up the pillow he had swiped for her to see. He saw her mouth open and close wordlessly, but pretended he hadn't. He went into his room and closed his bedroom door. He was grinning as he straightened out the pillow. There was a visible wet spot on the pillow where Melissa had been humping. Touching a finger to it he found it was still wet and slick. He tasted finger tip and sighed softly. When he lay his head down on it he inhaled deeply. He could smell the scent of his sister's pussy on the pillow and he went to sleep smiling. ***More to come???**** John and Melissa Ch. 02 John stirred briefly when he heard his mothers footsteps in the hallway outside of his old bedroom. His green eyes stared up blankly at the ceiling as he remembered what had taken place less than eight hours before. He closed his eyes and after a moment or two of internal debate he convinced himself that the alcohol had fueled one damn realistic dream. He rolled over on his side and was prepared to go back to sleep when he inhaled through his nose. The scent triggered more memories of his "dream" and reality made him sit straight up in bed. The scent also triggered another reaction and his cock also sat straight up. His cock began to throb and he knew there was no point in trying to get back to sleep. He let out a sigh of resignation as he swung his feet over the edge of the bed. His hand instinctively covered his crotch as walked toward the bedroom door. He stuck his head out for a quick glance to make sure there wasn't anybody around and made a dash for the bathroom. He shut the door and rested his back against it as he recalled everything that had happened last night. He remembered in vivid detail seeing Melissa straddling her pillow. He bare little butt working up and down as she rode her pillow enthusiastically. When he closed his eyes he relived the sight of her gorgeous completely bare lips glistening with her moisture. He had always thought that he would feel horror, shock or disgust at seeing his sister in a position like that. Instead he found himself standing with his cock painfully hard and once again oozing clear pre-cum. He pushed himself from the door and started the shower. John was more than eager to begin his ritualistic shower jerk off. He stepped into the warm water and let the stream run down his chest. He closed his eyes and relished the feel of the water as it trailed onto his erection. John poured a little of the liquid soap into his palm and reached between his legs. He ran his soaped hand over his swollen balls, paying special attention to the place just behind them. When his slippery index finger caressed the spot he imagined Melissa's hand there. He groaned at the tingling sensation that raced up the length of his cock. He massaged his balls another time or two before sliding his hand toward the shaft. Melissa woke up and the only thought in her head was how badly she had pee. She heard the shower water running and thought she would burst into to tears. John had woke up before her and had clearly staked his claim on the shower. Without hesitation she climbed out of her bed and marched purposely toward the bathroom. She knew she wasn't going to be able to wait until he finished, so she was just going to walk in there and hope that he didn't find out. She suppressed a giggle when she thought about what would happen when she flushed the toilet. He was going to get a blast of cold water. His made a circle with his thumb and forefinger as he wrapped them around the swollen head. He gave his cock a few hard tugs and shivered at the cold chill from the motion. His hips automatically lurched forward in response to the touch and he moaned long and low. He took a slow deep breath in to steady himself, he would cum too quickly if he allowed himself to get carried away. He had allowed himself to lose control last night, but he usually made himself wait until he was done with his shower and shave. Keeping himself just on the edge of climax until his hygiene was complete. Then when he would come it was that much more enjoyable. He waited until he felt his heart race slow down a few beats before he resumed stroking. He never heard the bathroom door open over the roar of the shower. Melissa flipped the lid of the toilet up and dropped gratefully onto the toilet. She almost let out a sigh when she heard her brother moan from inside the shower. She leaned further back on the commode, thinking to stick her tongue out at him or some equally crude gesture and peeked inside the shower. Those thoughts flew from her mind when she saw her brother standing there with his eyes closed stroking his thick cock. She was amazed at how hard and how big it was. She had caught a quick glimpse of her friends brother one time at a sleep over, but it had not looked like this. This was not the cock of a fifteen year old boy, but rather that of a full grown man. She watched fascinated as he wrapped his hand all the way around his cock and began slowly pumping it up and down. John kept his pace slow and even as he stroked himself, occasionally pausing to let his head rest on the cool tile. Melissa felt herself growing damp and knew she should look away but she couldn't. John stroked himself a little faster as he imagined Melissa wrapping her tiny hand around his cock. His breathing was beginning to get more labored as he felt the pressure building in his balls. He felt his cock begin to twitch in his hand and knew that he should stop stroking now, before he passed the point of no return. He had meant to stop, but the thought of his sister jerking him off had proved to be too much. He clenched his teeth and groaned out loud as he began pumping faster. Melissa saw John stroking faster and she wondered if he was going to cum right there in the shower. She wasn't left to wonder for very long. She heard him let out a deep growl as his cock began exploding. The first thick white stream of cum shot out the end of his cock and landed on the back wall of the shower. The second, third and fourth shots landed at the bottom of the tub and was quickly washed down the drain. The fifth and sixth ones landed near Johns feet and the last shot oozed out and rand down the knuckles of John's right hand. Melissa got up from the toilet and was nearly at the door when she heard John's voice call out from behind her. "Did you enjoy watching me?" He asked huskily. "I... I... ahhh..." Melissa stammered as she began to blush furiously. She had her hand on the doorknob and twisted it open. She scooted out the door still blushing furiously and ran into her room. She decided she was going to simply get dressed and pretend that she hadn't seen a thing. She slid her panties down to put on clean ones and was shocked to see how wet they were in the crotch. She desperately wanted to play with herself and was about to do so when her mother announced that breakfast was ready. She heard John say in an annoyingly calm voice that he would be right there. She would have to wait until after breakfast to satisfy herself. Sighing heavily she got dressed and headed to the table. Later after breakfast was done she almost wept in joy when her mom announced that she and her father were going shopping. They wouldn't be back for lunch, so her and John shouldn't hold lunch on their account. Her fingers anxiously danced at her side as she watched her mother gather up her things. Smiling cheerfully both Melissa and John gave their mother a dutiful peck on the cheek. Melissa watched from her bedroom window and the car had barely disappeared around the corner when she had her panties off and mounted a pillow. She knew there was probably a better way to masturbate and wasn't sure if she was really having orgasms when she humped her pillow, but it sure felt pretty good. She moaned at the little tingly sensations that rippled from between her thighs. She and her friends had discovered they could find some pleasure from this on accident on night at a slumber party. She remembered watching John with his cock in his and wondered something like that would feel inside of her. She worked her pillow imagining that it was John she was riding. She was whimpering and moaning again when she heard a voice from behind her. "Let me touch you," John said in a seductive whisper. His green eyes reflected his naked desire. "I can't... you can't..." Melissa said confused and strangely aroused at his offer. She lay there frozen on her stomach mid hump on her pillow. "Yes, I can. Yes, you can. I'll be gentle little sister, I promise." he said in that same erotically seductive whisper while he nodded his head encouragingly. "Okay," she consented as she eyed the tented portion of her brothers shorts. John sat down on the bed next to his sister and his hand came to rest on the back of her thigh just below the swell of her ass. Her hips lifted in response to heat coming from John's hand. Her thighs parted a little more and he let his fingertips trail up her inner thigh. The feather light touch he was using made her shiver and when she felt those fingers touch close to her wet spot she began feeling new sensations. He rolled her off of the pillow and onto her back. Finally he got to take a long look at his naked sister. He marveled at how fit she looked now. He leaned over and kissed her flat belly. Smiling in male satisfaction when he saw her belly jump in reaction to the intimate act. He began kissing his way up her body, being careful to avoid actually touching her breasts. When he began kissing her neck he felt her wrap legs around his thigh and begin rubbing herself against it feverishly. Now he moved his mouth to her breast and latched on to her nipple. He held her nipple between his teeth while rubbing the tip of his tongue against it. When her brother brought his mouth to her breast her mind exploded into a cascade of fireworks. The new sensations had her writhing and moaning in a way her pillow never would. She felt her nails start to dig into her brothers back and she was feeling desperate. She felt his finger as it just barely grazed her slit and lightly touched her swollen lips. There was something happening to her body she had never felt before, but it felt amazing. Just when she thought she had been driven right to the edge, John took her just a little further out. When, he touched her clit and her world went completely upside down. Her hips were moving and she wasn't able to control them. He rubbed her hard and swollen clit with expertise and soon she was crying out his name as her body shook and trembled. Then he took that finger and plunged it into her soaking wet pussy. "Ohhh..." she moaned out in one long breath as he began sliding it in and out slowly. "That's it... fuck my fingers" He encouraged as he slipped a second one in her virgin tight hole. The hot wet flesh sucked his fingers in deeper and she lifted her hips higher as he worked her pussy with his long lean fingers. After a few moments he slid lower and her eyes went wide when she felt his mouth cover her down there. His tongue lapped up at her pussy and when it began flicking her clit she cried his name again and she shuddered as she came again. When he finally lifted his face from between her thighs his chin was covered in her juices and his eyes blazed with something she had never seen before. He wiped his chin with the shirt that he had taken off earlier and laid down beside her on the bed. **** Will he get his pleasure next???**** ****Author's note... this was written **** ****specifically for www.literotica.com.**** **** By Naughty_misty.**** John and Melissa Ch. 03 Melissa's head rested on her own pillow and her eyes were still closed. She was still trembling inside and she took a long slow steadying breath. She felt the bed shift under her as her brother shifted his position on the bed. When he finally settled himself next her, she didn't fight gravity as it pulled her body towards her brother. She could feel the heat pouring off of his body and when her naked body touched his she didn't pull away. She let out a contented sigh and for the first time since her climax opened her eyes. He lay there on his back wearing nothing but a slow sexy grin. For the first time in her life she really looked at her brother. John's body was incredibly fit and firm. His long tanned arms had biceps that popped out deliciously as he brought one of them up to rest behind his head. His chest rose in a way that now seemed incredibly erotic as he took in a deep breath. His stomach, which was tight and flat from countless hours of sit ups, had an enticing line of light brown hair. The line of chest hair ended at his very thick and swollen cock. His cock stood up nearly straight and the head had had river of precum flowing freely from the slit. She licked her lips as a fresh bead of the clear liquid welled up and stayed there for a split second. Her eyes tracked the precum as it slid down the slope of the bell shaped head and dripped off the edge onto John's stomach. John watched his sister eyeing his cock with hunger and his mouth went dry. He wanted to feel her pretty mouth on his cock desperately but knew that she was shy and inexperienced. He reached out and took her hand gently in his. Melissa didn't jump at the sudden contact, but did blush when he guided his hand toward his cock. Her gaze shifted and she looked him in straight in the eyes. He saw the curiosity, excitement and uncertainty that loomed there. "Would you like to touch me there?" John asked. His voice creaking slightly because his mouth was so dry. "I... I... Yes, I do." Melissa stammered nervously, but she felt her anticipation growing. "I want to kiss you first," he stated with desire thick in voice. Without waiting for a reply he turned to his side and brought his mouth down on his sisters lips. The initial kisses were gentle, their lips barely touching. Her lips we so soft and sweet and when they touched his it sent sizzling bolts of energy straight to his cock. He meant for the kisses to stay that way, but they quickly became more urgent. He felt her lips part and he lightly touched his tongue to hers. Her mouth tasted of sweetness and innocence. The effect on her was incredible and he swallowed her small involuntary whimpers. His hand buried itself in her hair and his thumb caressed her cheek as they deepened the kiss. Her tongue sought his and when she found it her hips moved closer to him. Her leg rose up and she draped it over the top of his bringing them even closer together. When they finally broke apart both of them were breathless. He took her hand back in his and guided it toward his cock. Melissa's mind began to race. She had never touched a guy there before and suddenly became nervous. Sensing her hesitation John made a shushing noise and gave her another gentle kiss. "I'll guide you," he whispered in her ear. He led her hand to his cock and wrapped her tiny hand around it just under the head. Her grip was incredibly gentle and firm at the same time. The top of her fingers touched the edge of his head and he groaned at the touch. Pulling her thumb he gently rested it on the top of the head. He moved her thumb so it could spread his precum around. The sensations the pad of her thumb created as he moved it in a circular motion made his breath come out in a long hiss. He turned his head so he could see his sisters face. "Go slow, baby girl or else this is going to end very quick," he warned in a tight voice. "Then I'm doing it right?" Melissa asked nervously. "Oh, yes. You're doing it very right." Pleased that she was doing it right, Melissa began to relax and explore her brothers cock a little more. Melissa's mind flashed back to what he did in the shower and no longer felt nervous. She momentarily relaxed her grip and touched the head with her index finger. She spread the clear slippery fluid that was pooling and spread it down his shaft. John groaned and his hips rose up when she did. "Can I taste it?" Melissa asked her brother shyly. Thinking that she meant to lick it from her finger, John nodded encouragingly. Melissa lowered her mouth to his cock and her pink tongue darted out from between her lips. The tip touched the head and licked up a small dab of precum. She took a moment to consider the taste and decided it wasn't bad. She also noticed that she felt herself tingle between her thighs and she licked again. For nearly five minutes her tongue bathed his cock. She was enjoying the taste and feel of his cock, but knew there was more to it than just licking. "What else should I do?" she finally asked embarrassed. "If you want, you can put it in your mouth like your eating a popsicle," he suggested. That was all the more encouragement it took. She ran her tongue up and down his cock on more time before she took it into her mouth. Her wet mouth lowered over the head of his cock and he thought he was going to pass out. She lowered it a little more and when she raised her head began sucking and it sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his balls. He pulled her long honey blond hair back and had to concentrate on not cumming right there as he watched her continue love his cock. Her pale hazel eyes looked into his brilliant green ones and he nodded his head in encouragement. "Is that what I'm supposed to do?" Melissa asked after a few minutes. "Jerk me as your sucking, it makes it feel better..." John suggested. When she gave him a blank look he wrapped her hand back around his cock. "When you lower head, lower your hand. When your raise your head, raise your hand." Melissa lowered her head and began to do what her brother suggested. John wrapped his hand around the sheet as his sister began growing more confident in what she was doing. John moaned out something that sounded like "oh yeah baby" and his hips moved in response. Then the pressure started to build far too rapidly. His sister was an excellent student and was eagerly enjoying her lesson on how to give a blow job. A little too eagerly John worried as familiar sensations began coming from his balls. If he didn't have her stop he was going blow his load right in her mouth. He cupped her chin and raised her head up. She looked at him worried as he pulled her up toward him. She thought she was doing it right because he was moaning loudly and his hips were bucking a little bit. He brought his mouth to hers and began kissing her. This time it didn't start off slow at all. He kissed her with heat and his hand slid down to between her thighs. It was absolutely drenched between her thighs and his index finger slid easily inside her hot pussy. He buried it and flexed it slightly. The gesture had her clinging to his arm. He slid a second finger in and flexed again. She retuned his kiss feverishly and was grinding against his hand. He broke the kiss and sucked on her breasts again and she began to whimper out loud. "Oh... ohh... John," she breathed out as she rode his fingers. "Don't stop, please don't stop..." He withdrew his fingers from her tight little pussy and brought them to her lips. She popped them in her mouth without question or hesitation. When she was done sucking her juices from them he slid down her belly and pulled her hips to the end of the bed. The act of sliding down her body made his cock ache and swell even more. He wanted to bury it in his sisters hot little hole, but right now he wanted her to cum as well. He covered her pussy with his mouth again and slid a finger deep inside. Melissa started cum almost instantly. She screamed out her brothers name as he relentlessly assaulted her clit with his tongue. Her legs shook and jerked when she came. Finally she quit coming and found that she wanted her brothers cock again. When he stood up and rolled back on the bed she grabbed his cock and began sucking and stroking it. John knew it was with the intent of making him cum, just as he knew there was no stopping it this time. "I'll tell you before I cum, so you can take it out of your mouth," he gasped out. She moaned out what John took to be a reply of understanding and felt his toes begin to curl. Her mouth sucked his cock with love and tenderness and it swelled even larger. He felt her adjust her grip and reposition of her fingers. She hit a sensitive spot and he nearly came. He felt her tongue rubbing the underside of his cock just below the head and he was knew it wasn't going to be long. "Oh fuck baby girl, I'm nearly there." She smiled and quit licking his cock. He thought she was going to pull her head out of the way but instead she took him back in her mouth. Her stroking got faster and she bobbed her head faster too. John felt his balls getting tighter and his moans were getting louder. "I'm going to cum," he warned as he felt the head begin to swell. His sister only sucked harder. "Fuck... sis, I said I am going to cum," he said more urgently and she stroked faster. "Ahhh... fuck... god..." he screamed as his cock exploded into Melissa's mouth. Melissa began swallowing when she felt his cock twitch in her mouth. Her brothers cock twitched over and over as she swallowed. When he had shot his last load, she gave it a final suck before removing her mouth. She turned on the bed and rested her head on his chest. She could hear his heart as it thundered beneath her ear. With a smile, she kissed his chest and snuggled against him. "Do you think... that next time..." she started and then hesitated as she turned and faced him. "What about next time?" John asked as he wrapped an arm around his sister. Unable to resist, he let his finger play with her wet slit and pulled her closer. *** hmmm... What about next time?*** ****Author's note... this was written**** ****specifically for www.literotica.com.**** **** By Naughty_misty.**** John and Melissa Ch. 04 "What about next time?" John asked as he wrapped an arm around his sister. Unable to resist, he let his finger play with her wet slit and pulled her closer. Melissa was about to answer her brother when the sound of a door opening brought things to an abrupt halt. In one smooth motion John managed to give her a kiss, grab his clothes off of her floor and dash into the bathroom. Melissa touched her tongue to her lips and found that the taste of her brother still lingered there. She shook her head clear of the memory and grabbed a sundress from her closet. She took the towel that she had draped over her closet door and gently wiped away the moisture between her thighs. She was amazed that her clit was throbbing and swollen once again. She ached to touch herself, but there wasn't time for that now. She sighed, ran the brush through hair quickly and decided that was as presentable as she was going to get. She walked casually toward the kitchen where she could here the musical giggle of her mother after her father said something inaudible. She glanced at the bathroom door as she passed by and heard the sound of her brother showering. She idly wondered if there was going to be any visible awkwardness between the two of them later. "Well there you are honey!" Melissa's mom exclaimed loudly. Melissa grinned when she saw the bags that were sitting on the table. Her mother had indeed shopped. Melissa tried to peek in one of the bags, but her mother smacked her hand away denying her even a tiny glimpse of what was them. "Wait until your brother comes down from his shower. There are things for both of you in there." Her mother said with mock scorn. John had moved so quietly that neither of the women in the kitchen had heard him come around the corner. He leaned against the entryway with his arms crossed over his chest, a grin on his face and watched the two women. They were both turned around and let out simultaneous exclamations of surprise when they saw him. "My goodness son, you scared me half to death!" His mother said breathlessly. "He's good at sneaking up behind people," Melissa whispered to her mother and gave her brother a conspiratorial wink. "So what have you got in the shopping bags, mother?" John casually asked as he walked toward his sister and gave her what appeared to be a playful hug from behind. As he pulled her close, Melissa knew he was quite serious. She could feel his still semi-erect cock press against the soft curve of her ass through the thin material of her dress. She desperately wanted to grind against that cock and she wondered if he ever went soft. For the next half hour their mother showed off the contents off all of the bags as though she were revealing the prizes on a game show. She had bought them both what seemed like an entire rack of clothing. The last bag was almost empty when Melissa let out a squeal of pleasure. "Is this for me? Please say this for me..." she pleaded with her mother. Melissa held up a pretty pink heart shaped piece of glass that John recognized as a perfume bottle. Her body was tensed in anticipation and when her mother said yes, she did a little happy dance around the kitchen. She took the top off the bottle and gave herself of stingy squirt on her left wrist. Melissa rubbed both wrists together and sniffed approvingly. Her mother laughed and gathered up the empty shopping bags. "I'm just going to toss these in trash and then I'll get started on something for lunch." Their mom called over shoulder as she shut the door. "Doesn't this smell like heaven?" She asked John and promptly presented her wrist for him to smell. John gently took her wrist in his hand and bent over. Her brother inhaled deeply and when he glanced up, his green eyes reflected exactly what he was feeling. When Melissa looked into them she felt herself getting swept away all over again. For a minute, she almost forgot to breath. He felt her pulse begin to race under his thumb when he looked into her eyes. John wanted to lock the door before his mother could get back inside, take his sister to her bedroom and show her how a woman could really be loved. Thankfully, his feet were frozen into place and when he heard the door open it snapped him out of his trance. He watched the rear view of Melissa longingly as she disappeared out of the room. Melissa passed her mother in the hallway as she went into the bedroom to change into her bathing suit. She desperately hoped that some laps in the pool would help cool her down. When John had looked into her eyes in the kitchen she thought her heart was going to beat right out her chest. She felt that same heart break just a little bit at the thought of him leaving again in another six days. John sat at the kitchen table talking and catching up with his parents. He filled them in on the previous six months of his life all the while taking surreptitious glances at Melissa as she did some stretches by the pool. He drank in her long toned legs and wondered how they would feel wrapped around him. He was painfully aware of the effect watching her was having on him. His cock was rock hard and throbbing by the time she finally dove into the pool. He had missed being home he realized with a sudden pang as he and his parents talked. He wouldn't know officially for another two days, but if things worked out the way he had hoped, there would be many more days and nights like this. He wanted to tell his family the news, but he didn't want to get their hopes up and then end up having to let them down. He would just be patient. His mother was about to ask another question when the telephone rang. She apologized and rushed out into the living room. "She's really grown up hasn't she son?" His dad asked him when his mother had left the room. "I'm sorry?" John replied feigning innocence. "No, you're not sorry and you know who I'm talking about. You're good son, but I'm better. I caught you a time or two watching Melissa." John felt the involuntary blush begin to creep up his face and he mentally kicked himself. Of course his father would have noticed. After all, his father had the one who had taught him how to observe with out being observed. John was about to fumble out a lame excuse when his mother called out to his dad that the phone was for him. John's dad went into the other room and he let out a sigh of relief. John rose to get something to drink from the refrigerator and saw his mother standing anxiously watching his father. He wondered what was going on as he opened up the door and pulled out a handful of leftover carrot sticks. He munched on them while he stood by the counter so that his parents could have a bit more privacy. After five minutes he decided they had enough time and was feeling a sense of dread. They weren't standing in the living room now and a quick check down the hall confirmed that they had gone into their bedroom. Silently he walked back to the kitchen to get a can of cold pop. He sat back down and tried to ignore the icy ball of fear was starting to form. When his parents finally came out of the bedroom they were still speaking in hushed tones. His mother was nodding her head, but she had a pained look on her face. He thought his dad looked as though he was bracing for a physical blow and his mother had tears shining in her eyes. He watched his dad reach out for his mothers hand and with hands clasped together, they made their way toward him. "Son, sit down. We need to talk." His father spoke and the serious tone in his voice made it clear that it wasn't a request, rather an order. "What's wrong?" John asked as he sank into the chair. "I'll explain everything in just a minute. Your sister needs to be here too." His dad said quietly as he went outside. John watched as his father said something to Melissa. She looked up at her dad and nodded her head. She got out of swimming pool and John could see that her hands were visibly trembling as she quickly dried herself off. She wrapped the towel around her body and he noticed her legs were shaking too as she walked toward their dad. John could see the concern written all over her face and his dad must have seen it there as well. He watched as his dad reached out toward her and embraced her. He read his dad's lips as he spoke the words "everything will be okay, I promise". His father made a come here motion and his mother reached out and took John's hand to lead him outside. He could feel the slight tremble in his her hand when he took at and when he opened the back door he heard his mother take a deep breath as though she were about to be tossed into the deep end of the pool. Training had helped him keep his face blank as his mother lead him to the patio table. He pulled a chair out for his mother but she was no longer standing next to him. He glanced over his shoulder to see her retreat back into the house. Ever the hostess, even with her own family, she came back out a few moments later with four bottles, two bottles of water and two bottles of beer. She passed each one of the men an open bottle of beer and gave her daughter one of the bottles of water before finally taking a seat. Melissa glanced over at John hoping for a reassurance, but his face was unreadable. Like father, like son she thought with frustration and fear. Her mother on the other hand was as easy to read as a Dr. Seuss book. Her mother had a look of fear mixed with anxiety and something else. Melissa tried to look calm as she raised the bottle of water to her mouth, but her hand shook so bad that some of the water splashed out. "Is somebody sick or dead?" Melissa finally blurted out as she wiped up the spilled water. "No, honey! It's nothing like that at all." Their mother spoke up quickly, "There's something that we haven't told either one of you. We should have told you a long time ago, but the timing just never seemed right." Their father spoke with a calm he certainly didn't feel. "Okay," Melissa said slowly. "What is it?" She was now more curious than worried. "The only thing I ask from both of you is to let me tell you everything. When I'm all done then you can ask all the questions you want, but just let me explain everything first." His dad said solemnly. "All right," Melissa and John said as one. "John, you're not our biological son. You were adopted when you were just over two months old." His dad said quickly. "Your biological father was one of my best friends and your mom and I were asked to be your godparents. They had also asked us if anything ever happened would your mother and I be willing to be your guardian. We said yes and the day after you born he went to a lawyer and had all of the legal paperwork drawn up." He paused and glanced at the two children before him. The look of stunned confusion that both of his children had on their faces, for in his heart they were both his children, prompted him to continue telling the story. "One night, when you were about nine weeks old, they asked us if we would baby-sit. They wanted to go out for a quiet dinner for a change. We were happy to watch you and they were able to go out for the first time in months. They were coming back from dinner, when a drunk driver going the wrong way on the highway, hit them head on. The driver was going almost a hundred miles per hour. The dunk driver and your parents were all three killed instantly. We knew about the accident shortly after it happened, you know how cops are, and we were completely devastated. I had not only lost my best friend, but my partner as well. The department naturally had a copy of his will and they asked me if I knew what it contained. I said that I did and that I would honor the terms of the will. That being said, we adopted you, almost immediately. We packed up certain belongings of your parents, things we thought that you would want later in life." He paused and looked at John. "Please, understand we never meant or wanted to deceive you. We have always thought of you of as our son, even if DNA says differently. We will continue to think of you as our son until the day we both pass on from this earth. I just hope you don't hate us both now that the truth is out." John looked wordlessly at the man in front of him. Now, the older man didn't attempt to hide his feelings. The pain showed clearly in his eyes and it broke John's heart. How could he possibly be angry or bitter with the man who had raised him and loved him as own? "One question, why now?" John asked his dad pointedly. Before his dad could answer John waved his hand in the air as if to erase the words he had just spoke aloud. "The application," both men said simultaneously as they both nodded their head. "What?" Melissa asked in confusion. "On earth are you talking about?" Their mother finished. "So much for my surprise," John muttered as things began to fall rapidly in place. "How many people are still there? Not too many, I'd say a small handful. Of course, there are a lot of them that are going to recognize your name. It would have come out sooner or later and I wanted you to hear if from me, from us, rather than the rumor mill." His dad said answering his son's unspoken question "Ahem..." Melissa said politely and waited for some kind of logical explanation from either her brother or her father. "I was going to wait to say something to anyone because I wasn't sure if it was going to happen." John started by way of explanation. "Well, son, I would say that it is a safe bet that you're getting it if they are calling me. They wondered why, when it asked it you had ever used any other names, you had answered no. The background investigator handling your application was just rookie back then, but he has a damn good memory. I explained everything to him and he said he'll be in touch with you early in the week." His father said when John was done talking. "Are you okay honey?" His mom asked worriedly. "Yes mom, I'm fine. I just need a few minutes to take it all in." John answered honestly. "We'll leave you with your thoughts, dear." She said and kissed him tenderly on his cheek. She motioned for her daughter and husband to come in the house with her. Melissa rose dutifully and followed her, but her husband lingered behind for a moment. He gave John a solid embrace and looked at him with eyes that shone with pride and were just a little moist. "You know, your father would be so proud of you if he could see you right now." He said in a voice tight with emotion. "He is seeing me right now and I know you're proud of me." John said as he looked at the man standing in front of him. "Thank you," was all his dad could say before turning his back to his son and walking in the house. He didn't want John to see the tears of joy, pride, and relief that began to fall. John sat alone with his own thoughts for quite a while. He remembered the four of them looking at a photo album during Christmas one year when he was teenager and seeing one photo in particular. The two men in it looked so much alike that John had thought they were brothers. They could have almost been twins. He thought about the funny look on his parents face when he asked them and said something like "so which one is my dad". He remembered a few years later looking at that same photo album and there was a picture missing from one of the pages. Should he feel guilty because he didn't feel any emotion for the loss of the two people who were biologically responsible for his being on earth? He thought of his sister and his heart tripped for a second. She wasn't his sister, well technically she was, but biologically she wasn't related. He thought back to the morning and what had happened. Had it really just been that morning? Feeling more than okay with things, he rose and went in the house to join the rest of the family. He helped his dad bring the trunk in the house. His dad pulled out a key and put it John's hand. John put the key in the lock and twisted. Together, they all four looked through the contents of the trunk. John felt disappointed that he felt no real connection to the people in the photos. He found his dads old badge in the trunk though and he ran his fingers over the metal that had dulled over time. He burned the numbers into his memory though, and if it worked out, those would be his soon. "We've still got some other stuff to go over with you, John." His dad said. "Financial things and stuff like that. Can we do it later, though? You're mom and I wrung out and honestly I think I am going to take her out for a nice dinner tonight/" "Sure, not a problem. Please take her out. You both look as though you could use the time away." He said with sincerity. Half an hour later his parents left and he listened as the garage door closed. Melissa was in the kitchen putting together a plate of food when John walked silently in the kitchen. She was wearing a short little summer dress and he could tell that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. His cock stirred and he waited until she had set the plate down before walking up behind her. "You're not wearing any panties little sis," he whispered in her ear. She jerked in surprise at the feel of his breath on her neck. When he stood behind her and hugged her to his chest she could feel his hard cock through the jeans he was wearing. She sighed happily when he squeezed her nipple gently through her dress. It gave her a pleasant sensation between her thighs and she could feel herself get wet almost immediately. His other hand cupped her naked ass and his fingers massaged it gently. He kissed his way up her neck and nipped her earlobe. With amazing speed he moved his hand and worked a finger inside of her. She bit back a groan as he flexed it slowly. "You're already so wet for me, baby..." he murmured softly as he teased her. "Oh god," she breathed out as she felt a strange pressure building. "You need to stop." "No, I don't..." he whispered, but withdrew his finger from her anyway. He slid it up until he found her swollen clit and began to rub. The pressure she felt earlier seemed to fade a bit and she began to relax, John picked her up easily and carried her to his room while he kissed her deeply. He continued kissing her as he put her on his bed and eased her down. He slid his finger back in her again and began working her hole slowly. The funny pressure she felt earlier was back, but Melissa's head was spinning too fast. She hadn't felt this much pleasure earlier when John stroked her. Her body was writhing around on the bed and she was making noises that she had never made before. She was almost ready to cum when she felt the need to pee. "John, oh god, stop." She begged and at the same time she didn't want him stop. "What's wrong?" he said hearing distress in her voice. "I have to pee," she said desperately. John's eyes widened at the words, because he didn't know that he would be able to make his sister cum like this. Smiling he withdrew his finger and instead of letting Melissa get up, he simply pulled her dress up higher until her breasts were totally exposed. He sucked on a nipple for a few minutes so that Melissa would hopefully forget what she had felt a few minutes earlier. "Do you trust me?" John asked when she was once again relaxed. "Of course," she replied panting and completely aroused. "I'm going to make you feel incredible baby girl, just wait." John said as he reached over and grabbed a towel from the floor. He folded it into a little pad and motioned for her to lift her hips a bit. He put the towel under Melissa's ass and told her to put her hips back down. This time, when he put his mouth over her nipple, he sucked it a little harder. He started rubbing her clit again and smiled as he sucked. John and Melissa Ch. 04 He moved his mouth over to her other breast and her nipple stiffened under his tongue in response. He took it into his mouth and gave it a small nibble. When he slid his finger back inside of his sister while he sucked on her nipple. She jerked in pleasure and her moaning became louder. Melissa felt her brother's mouth working magic on her nipples and the pleasure was intense. Then, when he put his finger back deep inside of her, she thought she was going to lose it. She wanted wrap her legs around his arm and just make him stop for a moment. She felt him slide a second finger in and for a second, she stopped breathing. He began flexing those damn fingers though and suddenly she was breathing quite hard. She felt the pressure from earlier return, but couldn't stop her brother. She felt him sucking harder on her nipple and then it happened. He knew she was about to cum. He could feel the way she moved under his hand and mouth and knew she was close. He felt her momentary shock when his second finger went in, but as soon as he felt her adjust to the second finger he began flexing them. He waited until she was panting before he sucked her nipple hard. "Ahhh... John...God!" She screamed when she finally came. Melissa shook and the first gush came out in a wet river. "Mmmm... that's it baby girl. God I love it... again, honey." John urged as he kept fingering her. "Yes, yes, again..." Melissa panted a few minutes later. John slid his fingers all the way out and drove them all the way in harder. Each time he slid them out she squirted out more cum. She squirted out four huge squirts before he finally quit. When he withdrew his fingers for the last time Melissa was quivering all over and she wanted to taste her brother's cock. She sat up and pulled at the waist band of his jeans. She fumbled it open and jerked both the pants and his underwear down. His cock stood hard and dripping pre-cum from the tip. She licked at the pre-cum before taking him in her mouth. When she had him in her mouth she could only think of making him cum. She sucked and stroked her brothers cock while he rubbed her clit some more. She wanted that cock somewhere other than her mouth and this time she was going to get it. "I want you in me, John." She pleaded. John rubbed her clit until she came. This time though, instead of the squirting orgasm that she had before, it was an intense shaking orgasm. It was also the kind that left her wet and slick inside. Pushing her legs apart John climbed between them. He positioned his hard cock against her open slit and paused a moment. His sister was a virgin yet, he knew that the first push was going to hurt. He hoped it wouldn't be too painful and covered her mouth with his. He kissed her deeply and pushed himself against her opening. He felt her tense up and stopped for a moment. He waited until she relaxed again before he slid himself in one quick thrust. He swallowed her cry of pain with the kiss and forced himself to stay put as her body accepted his size. Finally when he was able to move his hips he wished he couldn't. She felt the pain when her brother made his way into her for the first time. It burned for a moment and she was happy that it stopped him moving for a minute. When his hips started moving again she felt something else take over. She wrapped her legs around her brother's waist and she raked her nails lightly over John's back as he pumped himself in and out. John almost lost his focus when he felt her legs wrap tightly around him. Her nails running across his back, that was what started to do him in. He buried himself deep inside of her and for a moment held him self still. He took a deep breath in and slowly slid out a bit. He slid out far enough so that he could lean in and suck in a nipple. John sucked her nipple and Melissa felt her hips begin to rise up. She gyrated them in attempt to take him in deeper. She needed to cum again and she whimpered in frustration as she tried to get her relief. She moved her hips slightly and when she felt the first wave of pleasure pass over her she dug her nails into his ass and forced him deep inside of her. The sudden feel of her nails in his ass threw John off balance for a heartbeat and his sister took advantage of it. He felt himself being completely swallowed up by her wet pussy and then he felt it begin to spasm. It closed like a tight fist around him and he felt his cock swell. He wished his damn sister would quit squirming around underneath him or else he was going to cum very fast. John let her ride out her orgasm though and when she went limp beneath him he couldn't have been more thankful. Two more seconds and he would have been done. He waited a minute for her to catch her breath and when she had recovered he went back to feasting on a breast. She loved how she felt when John was sucking her nipples. It made her feel wickedly aroused and it was a feeling she had never experienced until her brother. She caressed the back of his head and she felt that earlier pressure building deep inside of her again. Her moans changed to pleas and her hips once again began to move as she sought to relieve the pressure. "Again, baby?" John asked excitedly. "Yes, yes, yes..." She whispered urgently and her hips bucked harder trying to get him in deeper. "Hang on tight..." was all John said and he thrust himself hard and deep inside of her. His cock twitched deep inside of her and he had to fight to keep from pounding her harder than what he was. When he came, he called out her name and shook until he had completely emptied himself. She was whimpering as well and he realized that she hadn't cum. Quickly withdrawing his cock, he lay on the bed next to her and inserted a finger. He knew where her spot was now and within seconds she was screaming his name. The wet fluid pooled against his wrist and when she was finally done she went limp once again on his bed. He propped himself up kissed her deeply. "Did I hurt you baby girl?" John asked suddenly remembering that she had been a virgin. "A little, but I guess I expected that for my first time." Melissa said as she stroked her brothers back. "Let's get cleaned up." John said and pulled her off the bed. They took a shower together this time. She wanted to touch him some more so she offered to wash his back for him. Her touches soft and tender and it didn't surprise him when his cock began to stir again. He thought he would be spending a lot of time hard whenever she was near. She was surprised however when she went to soap the front and saw that he was once again getting hard. She was beginning to think that her brother was a walking erection and she gently gave his cock a suck. "No, no..." He said gently as he turned her face up to look at him. "It does that on its own, but doesn't mean I'm ready to go again." Somewhat relieved, she rose back to her feet and her brother returned the favor. He washed her back first and then turned his focus on her chest. He let his soapy hands slide over her breasts and Melissa moaned as a small aftershock of pleasure rippled from between her thighs. She began to understand what he was saying about not being "ready to go again". When they got out the shower she looked at John's bed and at the giant wet spot that was outlined on the sheet. Had she really peed her brother's bed when he was fingering her? Her face started to pale in mortification. What the hell had she done? "No, you didn't wet my bed. I found your 'secret spot' baby. That isn't urine it's your cum from that spot. Do a search on the internet for 'female ejaculation' later and you'll see what I mean. Now," he said as he patted her rump, "go get dressed." "Will that happen again?" Melissa asked intrigued. "You mean when we do it again?" John retorted boldly. "You want to do that again with me? You want to make me do that again?" Melissa asked shocked. "Yes I want to do that again with you and I would be ecstatic if I could make you do that every time." "Every time?" She asked from his doorway. He grinned and wondered how long it would take for Melissa to realize that he didn't want anyone else any more. He only hoped that she would feel the same way. *****More fun and games for these two? ******** ***Author's note-this was written specifically*** ***for www.literotica.com. By Naughty_misty.*** ***if you find this story somewhere other **** ***than Literotica.com please notify the author ***