5 comments/ 76978 views/ 7 favorites Paul and Sherry Ch. 01 By: writedoctor In the forested area of upstate New York, the red sports car zoomed around the narrow paved roads. Bright sunshine glimmered off the windshield and with the top down Paul's brown hair misbehaved freely. He inhaled the fresh, mountain air, with a month off from college he looked forward to sleeping in at the family's summer cottage, not to mention fishing, swimming and home cooked meals. He downshifted around the hair pin turn, noticed the familiar weather beaten mailboxes and pulled down the dirt road, the car's tires spewing up fine sandy dust, covering the mountain laurel and thick brush that hugged the lane. Through the trees, Paul soon saw portions of the lake. The road which ran parallel to the shoreline had been recently graded and he maneuvered the next half mile, passing by only three or four summer homes. Between the massive hickories, Paul eased into the semi-grassy driveway, shut off the motor and stared at the rustic, two story log cabin nestled amongst a variety of shady hardwood trees. He felt right at home. Reaching for his duffel bag, he heard another welcoming sound. "Paul!" Sherry shrieked happily from the front porch. Paul turned towards the happy voice and smiled up at his beaming young sister. Her flaming, bunched red hair was held with barrettes, cute freckles surrounded pearly white teeth and he gawked at her maturity in less than one short year. A white halter top barely contained Sherry's ample curvy breasts and her exposed midsection glistened with a dainty belly button piercing. Below Sherry's thin waist, shapely wide hips flared out, denim shorts seemed painted on, tightly snuggling into the vee of her crotch. Long, muscular bronzed legs tapered towards bare feet and blood red painted toenails. She bounded off the porch, arms opened, "Ya look like you haven't seen me in years!" and crushed herself against her older brother. Planting a wet kiss on his cheek, Paul hugged back, her fleshy boobs unexpectedly exciting him. "Well...it's been awhile sis. God...I mean...you look great! How are you? How's your first year at college? I mean..." He stammered, losing himself in her soft, hazel eyes. "It's all good...how 'bout you?" and they chattered on while walking arm in arm into the cottage. Crossing over the wide board flooring, Paul smelled the familiar cedar scents, the smoky fireplace and glanced at the mounted bass on the wall, he'd caught that whopper years ago. "The place hasn't changed much...huh sis?" "Nope." "Well...the first thing I'm doing is going swimming! Well...I mean...after I let this diet coke out..." He laughed. "Paul?" Sherry looked up at him longingly. "Yeah?" "I missed you." "I missed you to sis..." gently kissing her forehead before sprinting up the wide stairs two at a time. Paul quickly changed into his trusty old cut offs and laughed at the squeaky four poster pine bed with the youthful cowboy and Indian patterned cotton sheets, some things just never change. Running across the long, unpainted dock, Paul picked up speed and dove headfirst into the clear lake. Jolted immediately by the chilly temperature he opened his eyes to stare at the streams of sunlight filtering down through the depths of green-blue water. Paul swam out towards the floating dock, toned muscular arms knifed along the calm surface and partly out of breath plopped easily onto the dry area. He felt secure here, gazing at the deep blue sky, away from textbooks, schedules and cafeteria food. The sun pleasantly warmed him; Paul relaxed and began thinking about Linda, a sexy unpretentious girl from school. They had dated and soon became intimate, she was eager to try almost anything, not at all bashful and in the last few weeks he'd seen a kinky side. Paul closed his eyes and saw her. Her short black hair was matted with perspiration, lying back on the white pillowcase. Linda's cunt was very wet; her fleshy peach clasped his cock as he sawed in and out. Paul pinched her tiny nipples and she moaned, "Fuck me...hard..." long fingernails raking his shoulders. On the dock, Paul's cock stirred within his wet shorts, Linda's eyes bore into his with pure lust, she loved nasty talk, "Do you like my big cock? Fill you up...nasty girl. God yes...you're so wet. Maybe I'll try and put this in your ass...d'ya think it'll fit?" His prick hardened and the vision changed. Linda's cute, oval face was replaced with Sherry's. It was a pleasant change but unexpected. Sherry? Am I dreaming this? Paul's erection was now buried in his sister's quim, "Oh God...fuck me Paul...harder! I've missed your cock...so much!" Paul's eyes fluttered open, squinting from the bright sunlight, the small lake waves lapping against the wooden dock were mesmerizing, somehow nudged Paul towards a lovely memory. Sherry adored her older brother, they innocently explored their genitals, fondling one another and kissing. Within weeks they enjoyed mutual masturbation and the delights of oral love. In the quiet solitude of a pine forest not half a mile from here, Sherry urged Paul to take her virginity. He hesitated and she pleaded, who else would be so caring? On that wonderful afternoon, they consummated their incestuous love. "Yee-hah!" Sherry yelled accompanied by a loud splash brought Paul back to real time and leaning on a elbow he watched his sister swim to the dock. He grinned as she pulled herself up on the short ladder. "Shit...the water's cold...but...refreshing!" Sherry's hair was boyishly slicked back but there was nothing else boyish about her. The pale yellow bikini wetly hugged Sherry's curvy charms, thick nipples brazenly poked through the thin material and the skimpy bottoms covered little else. Kneeling close to Paul, she shook her wet hair. "Hey!" Paul yelled, the cold droplets spraying over his warmed skin. "Wimp!" She teased, "Hey brother...can I ask you something?" "Yeah sure...what?" "What are you thinking about...out here all alone?" "I...umm...you know...school...and mostly getting away from there...and here...you know...the peace and quiet...and...you know...past summers...and...stuff. Why?" "That's why." Shading his eyes, Paul turned to see Sherry staring and pointing at his crotch and the obviousness of a rigid hardon. "Oh that...well...uhh..." Sherry's fingers hovered just above the outlined phallus, giving it a playful squeeze. Leaning over, Sherry's full lips planted lightly on Paul's. "Welcome home bro. Hey...umm...Mom and Dad went shopping and should be home in a little while. I'm going to put her homemade lasagna in the oven so...you just unwind...k?" Paul smiled, everything seemed alright here, and he stretched like a cat across the warm planks, absorbing the sunbeams. "Yeah...I could just lay out here...so peaceful. Hey sis, it's good to see you...you look good." Paul's gaze sunk lovingly into Sherry's content, twinkling eyes and watched as she clambered up, ready to dive back in. A large part of the bikini bottom had ridden up, wedged into the crease of her buns affording Paul a glimpse of her exposed alabaster derriere. Barely breaking the surface with a ripple, Sherry was gone and Paul's thoughts returned to drifting memories. How long had it been since they last made love? Sex between Sherry and Paul was uncomplicated, they understood one another's urges, implicitly trusting the secret, taboo relationship and loving one another as siblings...but more. Paul distinctly remembered the last time...that weekend...in his bed one week before he departed for college. Sherry seemed insatiable; her orgasms were powerful and vocal. The night before Paul actually left Sherry had pleaded that they be together but it was not to be, he'd made plans with other friends. The next morning she clung to him, not wanting to let go, almost afraid. Her unashamed tears deeply touched his heart. Of course Paul returned home for semester breaks and vacations but the opportunity to be completely alone with Sherry coincidently never happened. Either he was out or she was out or friends were over and was that all it was...coincidence? A part of Paul secretly lusted for her and another part wanted it to end, Sherry needed to find other friends, other lovers as he had. Wispy cirrus clouds overhead momentarily blocked some of the rays and Paul felt a chill. Sluggishly he sat up, loosened cramped muscles and immediately dove in, swimming half the distance underwater to reach the dock. Wading in the sandy shore, Paul noticed the large white towel placed in the beach chair and smiled. My thoughtful Sherry, she thinks of everything. He followed the hopscotch placed flagstones around to the back of the cottage and nonchalantly stripped off his wet shorts. Using the wooden clothespins, Paul hung them on the faded rope, dried his hair imperfectly and wrapped the towel about his waist with a simple twist. Entering the kitchen via the screen door, Paul felt a wave of nostalgia seeing the old fashioned breakfast nook and dinnerware they'd always used. Half expecting Sherry to be here, he shrugged, opened a cold bottle of Coke and made his way upstairs to change. Paul's bare feet noiselessly trudged up the smooth, wide boards, his hand grasping the familiar oak banister and at the top began to turn right, then stopped. From the narrow hallway to the left, he heard a sound. Paul listened intently to only silence and then, there it was again. It sounded like the soft sigh of wind sifting through a screen and worth investigating. Silently Paul eased down the hallway past his parents closed bedroom door and inched across to the partially opened door of his sister's room. Cautiously he peered inside and heard the sighing from within, Sherry was masturbating. With a subtle motion Paul held his breath and opened her door several inches for a decidedly better view. Naked as the day she was born Sherry sat spread eagled in a high backed bamboo chair facing the far window. Her left hand caressed along the inside of a thigh, the other hand was extremely busy attending her Venus mound.Stifling a gasp, Paul watched with voyeuristic delight, his cock instantly swelling. Lost in the world of self-pleasure, Sherry leaned slightly forward; her damp red hair neatly combed back and moaned, "Ohh...Ohh..." Paul's stiffening penis pushed against the soft towel and his balls squirmed deliciously ogling her bare breasts capped with dark pink, thimble sized nipples. The question of how long it had been since he and Sherry had sex was not relevant now; he wanted her...he had always wanted her. Momentarily he diverted his attention around her room, the thin gauzy curtains and familiar maple furniture. Strewn across the dresser's top were several open sketch pads and propped directly in front of Sherry was an easel holding a charcoal drawing of a nude woman. Paul recognized Sherry's work but from this distance the details were blurry. A deeper, lusty groan escaped from the writhing girl, her hips rotated and pushed upwards against the invading fingers and Paul knew he couldn't stand out here. He slowly opened the door, stepped inside and unwrapped the confining towel. The flurry of movements caught Sherry's eye and she turned to face Paul with flushed cheeks, "Oh! I...uhh..." Paul quickly moved across the short distance, his hardon proceeding him like a flagpole, "Don't stop. Please baby...don't stop. You're beautiful." Sherry had closed her legs and stared wide eyed at his manhood. "I mean it...don't stop. I want to watch you cum." Touching a quivering forearm he leaned over to softly kiss her warm lips then moved behind his sister, massaging her smooth shoulders, urging Sherry to continue. "C'mon Sherr...I can smell your scent. Open your legs. Yeah...that's good...I know you...know you want to cum...badly." Her short lived resistance gone, Sherry shook off the interruption, her fingers returned to the moist furrow. The tip of Paul's tongue brushed against an ear and teased her exposed neck. The only sounds were Sherry's ragged breathing and unmistakable, squishy arousal emanating from her heated crotch. Of their own volition, Paul's hands reached around to cup her fleshy breasts, fingers lightly tweaking Sherry's erectile tips eliciting a deep sigh. "Ohh! Paul...I'm...I'm...so...close..." The woman in the drawing hauntingly called to him. She was pretty with short curly hair. Her face was expressionless almost somber and beneath round, drooping breasts, her wrists were bound together with small ropes. Paul drank in the exquisite shading and lines, the woman's vagina was devoid of hair and Paul imagined her subdued voice saying: take me. Wondering if she was a part of Sherry's fantasy, Paul's hard cock throbbed, oozing a droplet of pre-cum. The chair shook as Sherry arched upward, fingers a rapid blur strumming her clitoris, "Ohh...ohhh...ohhh. Here...it comes...oh Paul...ohhh! Eeeee-eeeee!" Paul pinched her swollen nipples and let go, witnessing the beautiful sight of a pure female orgasm. Sherry's hips thrashed wildly, the core of her womanhood undulating in ecstasy, seeking the ultimate pleasure. Her legs stiffened, toes pointed like a ballerina's, her head thrown back as she panted, "Fuck! Ohh...ohhh...fuck...yesssss!" With cock in hand, Paul stood next to his sister enamored in bliss, a light sheen visible on her forehead and chest heaving from the erotic exertion. Suddenly Sherry's legs clamped in a scissor grip, swallowing the hand pressing against her sensitive mons area and Paul couldn't remember being this hard. Lewdly moving the silky outer skin up and down, he placed a hand on Sherry's warm, smooth shoulder for support, staring at dry lips, eyes closed and a look of total satisfaction. Paul stroked his lengthy cock faster, bracing his feet for a much needed release. Faster. Sherry's big nipples. The musky, sweet scent of her cunt, like an aphrodisiac wafted and he was gone. "Sherr...r...r...r...r. Mmm...mmm...mmm..." Paul's bloated magenta head expanded and thick, creamy droplets exploded from its tip, cascading onto Sherry's white breasts. Flinching his tight buttocks, Paul ejaculated quickly, waves of delirious pleasure energetically coursed through his body. "Ohhh...my...yes...yesss...Sherry...I..." Paul stammered numbly, his deft fingers milking the remnants of sperm and the deep, fulfillment of sharing with his sister. A comfortable Sherry sat limply and stirred, "Wow...you came a lot. I mean...wow bro..." smearing his lotion into her flesh, "Were you..." She giggled, "Saving it up for me?" Paul smiled at his sister's innocent teasing, his fist delightfully squeezing the fleshy pole. Sherry was at the perfect height and turning, engulfed Paul's mushroom shaped glans, the tip of her tongue deftly capturing a lingering drop of salty cum. On wobbly legs, he shivered from the incredible sensation and dropped to kneel by Sherry. Paul's looked deeply into her glazed eyes and crushed his lips against hers, their tongues immediately dueling. Paul breathlessly whispered, "I love you sis...so much. You're just...beautiful..." Sherry smiled, "I bet you say that to all...the girls..." the consummate teaser, reminding Paul she was four years younger than he and none of that mattered now. "So...do you like her?" "What...who?" "You know..." Sherry nodded toward the easel, "That's Annie...what do you think?" "Oh. That's her name? Well of course. I've always been jealous of your talents...your art...I can't do anything like that..." "We've become good friends...you'd like her...she's about your age, maybe a little older. Annie...well...likes to pose. For me anyway. She's kind of ingenious and open and..." HONK! HONK! HONK! The Suburban's horn blared up through the quiet country air, "Oh shit!" Paul gasped, sprinting to his bedroom, throwing on shorts and a tee shirt and bounding down the pine stairway. Outside he saw the wide, happy smile on his Mom's face. She put down the brown grocery sacks. "Well...look whose home!" Paul grinned from ear to ear; it was good to be home. ~To Be Continued~ Next: Paul and Sherry - Chapter 2 Paul and Sherry Ch. 02 The mouth watering aromas of homemade lasagna with thick slices of fresh provolone cheese bubbling on top and garlic bread reached out to Paul. He sat on the rustic front porch steps, fondly rummaging through his old tackle box, a variety of lures, swivels and hooks. His Dad sat nearby in a maple rocker, nursing a bottle of cold beer, reconnecting with light conversation. Sherry appeared at the screen door, "Hey you guys, its ready now...Mom says to c'mon in." "She's really grown up a lot." Paul's Dad stated, beaming and complimentary. "Oh yeah...I can tell." Paul innocently smiled back, thinking of their lusty afternoon episode. Sitting around the hardwood, oval table they raised glasses of wine and toasted the good life, the safe return of Paul and Sherry from college, their family and of course, the cook. The candlelit dinner was excellent; Paul resisted the urge to devour the meal and instead ate slowly, enjoying the light conversation of people reconnecting from the fast world. With everyone helping, the cleanup was quick and the comfortable sofas and recliners beckoned to them. Paul was actually quite glad they'd never dragged a television out here, the boob tube as Mom called it. He decided to go for walk along the lake, catching the last of the sunlight and Dad went with him. Their pace was brisk, they enjoyably talked about everything and nothing and came back to find the girls giggling over a simple game of Parcheesi. Paul took off his shoes and socks, plopped into the nearest soft chair and glanced up towards the wide mantel where dozens of family pictures, some new mostly old, lined the shelf. He let the cozy, secure feeling drift over him and realized it had been a very long day and a tiring drive. Here, he could sleep untroubled and late as he wanted. Not the bashful type, Paul yawned, struggling to keep his eyes open and bade everyone a good night, see you in the morning. Trudging upstairs, Paul retrieved his toilet items, brushed his teeth in the shared bathroom down the hallway and slipped into his bedroom, closing the old fashioned latch. He stripped down to BVD's and stretched out upon his old bed and familiar, contoured mattress. Outside the half open window, a cool mountain breeze whisked through the pine branches, the clean air quickly eased any humidity. Paul was asleep in seconds. She was talking to him but not making any sense. It was understood that she wanted Paul to follow her, but where? He looked into her smooth face, sans makeup and realized they were in a swimming pool. Do I know her? Paul submerged into the deep end and noticed a thin, rusted pipe peculiarly sticking out from the greenish tiles. He couldn't hear well, looked for the girl with short hair and swam up for air. Suddenly Paul found himself in a very narrow room lit only by a flickering candle on a nightstand. He knelt on the bed that apparently belonged to the girl. Covered with a thin sheet, she faced away with her back to him. Paul gingerly lifted the fabric to reveal her nakedness. His hand immediately palmed her fine, fleshy ass and knew he had to be naked also. This was a dream. Don't stop he subconsciously implored. Paul's penis throbbed as he sandwiched himself against her backside. I don't think they'll find us here, she whispered, don't worry, nobody will... Click. Paul's fuzzy, dream filled brain registered the small sound in the distance and tried to awaken in the strange surroundings. In the dark he struggled to open his eyes and the dim moonlight from the window illuminated enough to remind him of where he was. But what about the noise? Groggily he sat up and saw the whitish shadow by the door...it was Sherry. She floated noiselessly the short distance to Paul's bed, his eyes focused to see her radiant smile, tousled hair and the extra large white tee shirt. "What...are you doing?" Paul hissed quietly. "Sh-h-h-h-h!" She hissed back, "We have to be extra quiet..." Sherry crossed her arms, each hand grasping the material, pulled it up and over her head and casually dropped it to the hardwood floor. Paul's cock, already hard from the dream, pulsed at her nakedness. Eerily it reminded him of a black and white movie: Sherry's coal black eyes, dark turgid nipples and triangular bush contrasted against her pale skin. Sherry's placed her hand over the bulge, feeling its enormous length and Paul sighed, he loved sex in the middle of the night. As her fingers dipped under the waistband, Paul obligingly lifted his hips and Sherry tossed the underwear aside. Warm, wet lips engulfed the head of Paul's bloated cock, he touched Sherry's hair and lovingly stroked her smooth shoulders, stabbing his shaft into the wetness. She reached for his balls, fondling them and Paul opened his legs. She whispered, "Mmm...your cock is so big. I want you." He heard the faint rustling sound of a foil package being torn open and then the cool lubricant from the condom placed on his dick. Sherry rolled the rubber down towards the base, sheathing the hardness, her oily fingertips massaging the underside of his scrotum. The sexy, nighttime intruder swiftly climbed onto the narrow bed, straddling hips and kissed her lover, darting her tongue past his lips. Cupping the side of Sherry's face, he flickered back, tasting saliva. She was in control and sometimes he liked that, Sherry sat upright and reached behind to guide the end of Paul's erection between her moist labia. His bulbous head slid into her heated crevice, Sherry hissed softly, "Yess-s-s-s..." lowering herself onto the rigid pole, both of her hands gripping Paul's shoulders. Her hips twitched, now fully impaled, his thick penis stretching the fleshy walls of Sherry's delicate cunt. Her eyes were closed; Paul lewdly grabbed her full breasts, licking around each magnificent nipple. Paul adored his sister's unashamed attitude and her urgency. Inner muscles accepted the girth, cinching his phallus. Sherry fitfully plunged herself up and down, swallowing Paul's hardon, grinding her mons against his pubis. She wantonly used his stiff manhood for pleasure and Paul loved it. The bed squeaked rhythmically, matching Sherry's ragged breathing; she rammed harder approaching her orgasm. Paul knew she was close, felt her knees digging into the mattress and he pinched both swollen nipples, "Yeah...ride me baby...fuck yeah..." he whispered. All of Sherry stiffened, ascending the ladder of ecstasy she painfully clutched Paul's shoulders, her cunt spasmed, releasing a trickle of moisture, gasping silently. She rode the rippling waves of passion while Paul tenderly stroked her biceps and forearms, pushing his pelvis up to meet Sherry's, reveling in their special cock to cunt connection. Paul longed to hear Sherry's sexual shrieks of delight; nevertheless content knowing her release was so splendid. Spent, she slumped forward onto Paul's chest, her luscious breasts heaving, his long arms reached around to hug, caressing the sheen of perspiration across her smooth back. "Oh Paul. I love you...so much......" Sherry whispered into his ear. "Mmm. Love you too. Mmm...you needed that. You needed me..." Large hands grabbed her fleshy buttocks and flexing, began to saw his cock in and out of her sensitive core. "God...you're...wet..." Kissing his cheek, Sherry moved slowly to the side, groaning as her tight vagina relinquished its grasp and stretched out next to Paul, catching her breath. The pungent scent of Sherry's arousal filled the air, Paul was beyond horny and like one of his favorite dreams, small spidery fingers delicately curled around his massive hardon...his sister's fingers. Her gripping fist moved upward, the rubbery second skin crinkling against Paul's blood engorged penis. Sherry's tiny wrist masturbated him freely, alternating between long, languid strokes and shorter, rapid jerks both very pleasurable. Her hand teasingly withdrew to palm his balls, quickly returning to milk Paul's length. "Don't...stop...baby...please..." Secretly, Sherry loved to tease him, bringing him so very close to an orgasm then stopping, she wanted to play with his cock for hours...but not tonight. She concentrated on the top half of Paul's cock, her thumb massaging his sensitive head and a more rapid stroking. "Going to cum...for me?" Sherry maddeningly flicked the tip of her tongue against Paul's ear, feeling his leg muscles tensing, gripping the sheets and he erupted. She loved the feeling of his cock enlarging and pulsating at the point of ejaculation, knowing fingers firmly grasped the base and slowly jerked him off for maximum pleasure. Paul exhaled, groaning softly as a torrent of cream filled the small reservoir's tip, coating the imprisoned red glans, his body shuddering through a powerful orgasm. Sherry's fingers worked him to perfection, rhythmically extracting each spurt of manly seed. Paul rode each delightful crest, joyfully paralyzed. Kissing the tip of Paul's nose, Sherry squeezed his sword swimming within a warm coating of cum, her voice was soft and distant, "Oh wow...you came a lot..." Flattened into the comfortable sheets, Paul hazily nodded mumbling a quiet moan. He was dimly aware of Sherry easing her weight off the bed; in fact Paul was almost asleep, again looking for the girl with short hair. Slowly his eyes fluttered open and raised up on an elbow, he saw Sherry slipping into her night shirt. She looked back towards his prone posture and smiled. Sherry leaned over to kiss Paul goodnight, her supple lips were warm. "Sweet dreams..." She whispered. "Mmm...you too..." Click. The door latched, Sherry disappeared like a ghost...a sexy apparition indeed. Her musky scent lingered, Paul contentedly lay back and naturally thought of Sherry, how lovely she was. Filled with his essence, the condom remained snug around his limping cock. Luxuriating in the pleasant afterglow, I'll get up for a piss...soon, he lazily justified. ~To Be Continued~ Next: Paul and Sherry - Chapter 3 Paul and Sherry Ch. 03 Paul's heavy eyelids slowly fluttered open to a beautiful, quiet morning, clear mountain air slipped through thin curtains and he sluggishly took inventory. Where am I? He immediately felt the rush of security that his old bed, in his parents' cabin provided. What about that girl, with the short hair in the swimming pool and her bed? Just a dream and…Sherry? That was no dream…she was here last night! Paul smiled, wriggling naked under the sheet, leisurely stroking his morning erection. He yawned loudly, stretching his rested limbs against the smallish bed and caught the faint whiff of coffee. Paul swung his legs out, bare feet touching the cool boards and reached for a pair of shorts, sliding into them carefully, his mammoth hardon screamed painfully to urinate. Sidling down the narrow hallway, the coffee smell from the kitchen below was stronger and Paul dashed into the bathroom, hurriedly compelling the stiffy to subside. He sighed as the flow of piss began, staring at the knotty pine paneling, their old porcelain sink with original, archaic fixtures and the rectangular, beveled mirror fronting the medicine cabinet. The compact room was slightly humid from a recent showering and a relieved Paul jiggled off the last few drops. Unscrewing the cap, he swished a mouthful of Scope and spat into the sink, sunlight glittered off an object lying near the edge and Paul noticed it was Sherry's bracelet. On the rim of the tub sat a bottle, Sherry's brand of body wash, Oil of Olay. The detective quickly deduced, it was she who had preceded Paul and his eyes darted to the wicker hamper. Secretly, Paul's juvenile, mischievous fingers opened the lid and there they were…Sherry's light blue panties nesting upon a wrinkled bath towel. Without hesitation he plucked out the intimate pair of bikini underwear, adoring their soft touch and utter weightlessness, his penis stirred. Girls are so lucky, Paul thought, to have such lovely, silky underthings covering their privates; his bulky, trembling fingers opened the lacy waistband and held them up, inviting his invisible sister to step in. Sherry's smooth derriere filled the backside, the curved front; with its white cotton lining had the pressed imprint of her pink nether lips, his hardon returned. Like a magnet, Paul brought them closer and buried his nose against the inner crotch, immediately gratified with the musky, personal scent of Sherry. He inhaled deeply. Lightheaded in the erotic moment Paul's tongue eagerly lapped at the soiled fabric, attempting to extract a taste of her female sauce. Cock throbbing, Paul's desire for sister Sherry's charms increased tenfold on this quiet morning but muffled voices from the downstairs brought him back to reality. Paul temporarily put the fantasy aside. Later, when privacy allowed, he'd masturbate, wrapping them around his cock and balls. Stashing the undies, Paul dressed and made his way downstairs. The robust java revived his hunger and after the social good mornings dove into the leftover waffles. Mom lightly kissed his forehead, "Okay sleepyhead…we'll be back in a bit." "Where you off to?" "Your sister and I are going down to visit old Mrs. Benchley…she hasn't seen Sherry in quite awhile and… you know doesn't get out all that much…so…" Paul ogled the cute girl framed by the bright sunlight in their kitchen doorway. Wisps of red, clean hair sparkled and he unobtrusively scanned her haltered breasts, curvy hips within tight shorts and long tapered legs, Sherry wore simple but gorgeous brown leather moccasins, she noticed the sizing-up look in Paul's eyes and winked. "See ya…bro…" Sipping coffee on the front porch, Paul and his father comfortably sat in weathered wicker chairs admiring the glassy lake and caught up on the latest, even mundane news. "Think I'll take the old canoe out…you know…clean her up and take in some fishing." Working as a tandem, they maneuvered the sturdy craft out of the barn and into the shallow water. Paul eagerly worked to get every cobweb and speck of dust from the polished woodwork and applied a special marine wax. From the house he grabbed his tackle box and rod, slipped off his sneakers and eased into the canoe. "Honk! Honk!" The Chevy Tahoe's horn blared. Paul looked up at the faint cloud of dust hovering over the rough driveway and watched as Sherry sprinted down to the dock. "Hey! Can I go with you? Please?" Captured by deep, friendly eyes, there wasn't any way Paul could say no. Smiling, he slipped into the thigh deep water near the dock and holding Sherry's hand gallantly guided her into the front seat. Retrieving the contoured paddle she turned and exuberantly waved to Mom. With deep powerful strokes Paul eased the sleek canoe out into the shimmering lake. "Where're we going?" Sherry asked over her shoulder, knowing Paul had a favorite, sheltered cove that was good for rainbow trout. "Ah…let's head for the sand bar." He veered them slightly to the left. Working in tandem, their paddles knifed through the smooth surface and gliding easily, the canoe picked up speed. Within the natural surrounding beauty of thick forests infringing upon the lake's circumference and clean, fresh water disturbed by only their subtle wake, Paul sensed an inner peace. As the warm afternoon sun beat down, Paul absorbed the rippling muscles of Sherry's arm and shoulders striving to keep pace. He gazed at the thin bra strap's outline through her sheer blouse, a tiny band of perspiration blotted near the small of her back. Sherry's beltless shorts hugged wide hips and an inviting, fleshy bottom. Halfway across the sizable lake Sherry laid her paddle lengthwise across the bow and leaned forward for a break. "Are you tired sis?" Paul ceased his paddling, their momentum carrying them ahead for several yards. "Yeah. A little. Guess I'm not quite used to this. Out of shape…" she giggled. "Hey, I like your shape." Paul smirked teasing and with the stoppage, stripped off his tee shirt. "I brought water…here…" Sherry half turned to take the offered bottle of Aquafina and jealously noted his nakedness from the waist up. "You're lucky. Wish I could go topless. Maybe next time I'll wear a sports bra or something…" and she quietly toyed with the idea, there were no other boats out and for that matter no-one was around for miles. Paul languidly paddled while Sherry sipped water and caught her breath. They soon returned to paddling at their rhythmic pace, pushing the canoe over the wide lake, the bow sliced through the smooth waves, a faint wind at their backs. The larger body of water they crossed connected to a smaller pond aptly named: Little Pond. Paul steered towards the 30 foot wide opening and coming up fast was the shallow sand bar, it's yellow, clean sand gleamed in the sunlight. Heading directly for the shoreline, Sherry took her paddle in; the canoe's momentum brought them onto land, the soft sand particles scraping harmlessly against the rugged bottom. "Yippee! We made it!" Sherry bounded from the canoe, digging her toes into the warm, fresh water beach. A red hawk shrilled in the nearby forest, announcing their intrusion, Paul happily admired his sister's simple youthfulness and grabbed the fishing gear. The clear monofilament line floated across the distant stillness of Little Pond, its series of curlicues ending at the cork bobber, Paul's serenity was apparent. Wading ankle deep, Sherry walked along the shore and stood next to her brother. "It's so peaceful here. So calm." "Yes it is." Paul agreed. "You look so calm…you know…relaxed and I hope I'm not bugging you…I mean…maybe you wanted to come alone or…" "No. It's fine. I'm glad you're here. Really. Sometimes being out here…I don't know…fishing alone is okay and sometimes it's good to have company…someone to talk with…I…" Sherry reached up onto toes and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm glad you let your little pain-in-the-ass sister come along…" She giggled. "Hey…you're not a pain in the ass…much!" He laughed out loud, gazing closely at her lovely eyes. Sherry grabbed onto Paul's bicep and kissed him again, "I…uh…have to pee…" "Well, you're on your own…didn't bring any TP…" "That's okay…I'll just drip dry!" And scooping her soft leather moccasins from the canoe, dashed off behind the thick stand of mountain laurel. Paul's mind switched gears, instead of the potential trout nibbling on his submerged hook, he envisioned Sherry dropping her drawers and squatting to pee. They'd both seen one another relieving themselves in the outdoors but Paul distinctly remembered the intimate panties from this morning. Light blue outside, the inside that had delicately covered Sherry's mons, catching her feminine dew or even a few leaking drops of pee. His cock twitched within the confines of snug shorts and began to grow. He reeled in the fishing line and secured the canoe. Paul, none too quietly, brushed aside the thick cluster of low branches and spied Sherry 10 feet away partially hidden by some swamp maples. She was not caught unaware as he made his way near; she was just fastening the top brass button of her jean shorts. "Oh you nasty boy..." Sherry giggled, " Did you come out to spy on me? Watch me pee?" Paul stood close, leaning towards his sister, "No. I just think it's a beautiful day…to go for a walk…or…" His lips pressed onto hers, Sherry's fingers pulled the back of his muscular neck, opening her mouth wide, darting her tongue, flicking wildly against Paul's. Breathlessly she whispered, "I love kissing you…" her hand palming the bulge in Paul's shorts, "A walk…or?" "Well sis…what I meant was…" in return his hand cupping Sherry's round derriere, "We should hike up to…our pine grove…" Sherry's eyes twinkled, "Oh yes…let's do!" Located several hundred yards into the quiet forest was the pine grove, their special place where Paul had tenderly taken Sherry's hymen. The two kindred spirits became linked by the taboo moment and both took an oath of secrecy that neither had ever divulged…to anyone. Grasping his sister's moist palm, Paul led the way out of the confining bushes. Commonly used by deer, the narrow pathway wound through a cluster of young saplings, the air was noticeably stuffy as they ducked in and around the branches. The pair soon approached a trickling stream lined with lush green ferns. Easily hopping over, Paul asked," You doin' alright?" "Oh yeah. It's warm though…" Sherry unbuttoned her blouse, pulling out the shirt tails, "That's better…" she sighed exposing for Paul her flat tummy and firm white globes tightly encased in an adorable lacy bra. Excited and impatient, Paul thought of stripping his sister and jumping her bones right here and now but turned and continued along the trail, they'd be near the pines soon. They walked parallel to the stream where patches of brown, silty mud clearly showed the recent triangular hoof prints from thirsty deer. Ahead, near some wild matted grasses, Paul turned to the left and strode up the inclined hill towards a sparse patch of magnificent birch trees; brilliant rays of sunlight filled the more open space. Several yards in, the miniscule trail veered off around an enormous pile of granite rocks etched with lichen that seemed to have erupted from the earth eons ago. "Remember these?" Paul asked. "Oh god…yes." Whimsical Paul, from years past, had concocted one of his fantastic yarns for his sister: A long time ago, colonial settlers had buried a Frankenstein-like creature here, piling all these heavy stones over him to make sure he didn't arise from the grave. Which of course he did. Terrorizing the farmers' animals and on occasion a small child… "You used to scare the crap out of me…with that story…gave me bad dreams!" Paul laughed, taking Sherry's hand and leading her off the beaten path, around the pile of boulders towards another part of the forest, their destination. The terrain dipped again and at the bottom of the craggy ravine they faced a long impenetrable thicket of briars. Paul soon found an opening where a tree had fallen and they slipped through. Acres of tall pine trees greeted them; overhead the canopy of evergreens cooled the area, a soft summer breeze whipped through the long needled branches. Entering into the darkened forest, the duo seemed hypnotized by its soundproofed nature and the towering giants above them. With a burst of energy, Sherry shrieked happily to have finally arrived. Shucking off her blouse and bra, she skipped over the layers of rusty red needles, frolicking in and around the trunks of nearby trees like some type of wood nymph. There were no paths here; Paul followed the bare breasted girl deeper into the maze, the strong, rich scent of pine induced memories. Stooping under a set of brittle branches Paul found Sherry kneeling beside an abandoned campfire, the small blackened logs pointing outward like the hands of a clock. "Must've been hunters…probably last fall…" "Yeah…probably…" Sherry agreed, plopping back onto the forest's blanket, stretching her arms out, "Oh Paul…I just love it out here! I feel so free!" Paul's eyes were naturally drawn to Sherry's strawberry red nipples centered upon fleshy white boobs that begged for attention…his attention. Sauntering towards his sister in the come-fuck-me pose, Paul lay next to Sherry idly teasing a turgid nipple and dollar sized areola. "Paul?" Sherry's hands were comfortably folded behind her neck as she looked into his eyes. "Yeah?" "Tell me a story…please." "Oh…you mean about the retarded creature under the rocks?" Paul teased, knowing full well what she was hinting at. "No…damn it…you know! A story…a sexy story with you and me in it…you know…" she shivered slightly as Paul's fingers playfully squeezed and moved to caress the other nipple. A surge of confidence passed through Paul's ego and loins knowing his words aroused Sherry. On occasions in the past, Sherry had freely masturbated, listening while he described and wove an erotic tale combining romantic and raw sexual scenarios. Almost 200 years ago the countryside was untamed. Allan, a scout with French heritage, explores and lives in the wilderness. Wildflower, an Indian squaw from the Mohegan tribe is old enough to wed. One day by accident, they meet in the woods and become boyfriend and girlfriend. Obviously the tribe would be very upset for Wildflower to be with a white man, an enemy so they have to meet secretly. Today, by a quiet river they can be together, kissing and making out passionately. They're tired of always meeting in the woods and Allan the scout suggests they go to his makeshift cabin where they can be completely free and completely alone. The woods are quiet and they hug each other tightly by the banks of the river before getting their packs ready for the long walk. Suddenly, Allan alertly hears the dim sound of a twig snapping somewhere off in the forest. He freezes, holding Wildflower's shoulders and with a finger to his lips, motions for her to be very still. In a split second, a dozen Mohegan warriors dressed in breechcloths silently appear from behind trees, surrounding the duo on three sides with bows and arrows menacingly pointed at them. They are caught and with nowhere to run, they have no other option but to surrender. She trembles in his muscular arms, "What'll we do now?" "Just do what they say…" The leader of this party steps closer, glares at Allan and chucks his spear into the ground near his feet. He speaks loudly and rapidly to Wildflower and to the nearest brave, who's probably like a captain. Allan mostly understands Mohegan but cannot translate every word. The gist of it being: He is very disappointed with her choice, her actions are strictly against their tribal laws, all white people are enemies and that they've had to track Wildflower way out here. The captors are to be marched back to face the wrath and judgment of the Chief and basically a trial by the tribe. He orders them to take off their clothes and two Indians with strips of rawhide bind their hands in front. Paul stood, unbuckled and quickly removed his shorts and underwear, exposing his bloated penis and balls for Sherry, glad to be naked. Lifting her hips, Sherry easily doffed her shorts and panties, rubbing her thick mound of pubic hair. "I like this story…you're good…" she encouraged. The Indians laughed and snickered at their bare asses and the predicament they face. The frontier party moves along a shaded forest path with warriors in front and back, the sandwiched, barefoot captors are prodded along. One Indian hurls insults at them, touches Wildflower's derriere with his spear and knocks Allan down, twice. Naked, sweaty and dirty they arrive at the Mohegan village amid the embarrassing jeers from the tribe and are commanded to kneel in front of the chief's hut. Fearing for their lives, they somehow know that will not be their fate and when the chief appears, the tribe is temporarily silenced. Compassionately he looks down at one of the tribes favored daughters and firmly asks Wildflower, "Why would you do such a thing?" She looks up at him and begs for forgiveness, she feels terrible for bringing shame to the tribe…but…deep in her heart she truly loves this man. Even though he's different and not one of their people, she confesses that they are both deeply in love with one another. Scornfully, "We'll see how much you love the white man, tie him to the tree!" Quickly he is yanked upwards, wrists untied and roughly pushed against the tree's rough bark. With his arms wrapped around the girth of the tree his hands are efficiently retied and he glances back at Wildflower. No words need to be spoken between the powerful chief and the squaw, her love for the scout apparent, "Now, Wildflower, you will whip the white man!" A gasp courses through the crowd as the punishment is cruel but justified and the sinners appear terrified. The warrior hands Wildflower the dastardly looking horsehair whip, positioning her off to the side and slightly behind the trussed lover, she whispers, "I'm sorry…I'll try not to hurt you…too badly." Against the wide tree, Paul braced himself, his palms touching the rough bark and looked over his shoulder. Sherry had picked up a 3 foot long, recently fallen branch, its cluster of deep green tendrils would suffice. Swishing the tips in mid-air, Sherry flicked her dainty wrist…Snap! And subtle changes occurred within the siblings. A surge of power raced through the naked Sherry, muscles tightening as the pretend whip lashes against his exposed back. A feeling of submission enters the naked Paul's consciousness, skin accepting the pretend whipping. Infused with control, she aims the instrument of torture across his shoulders, back and ass and Sherry experiences a wicked sensation, a tingling between her thighs. Helplessly, he welcomes the lovely, deserved pain rippling across bare flesh, buttocks tightening, and his penis fully erect. As the excited crowd of Indians witnesses the beating, Allan and Wildflower deliciously play their roles, imaginary welts and stripes appear. Squirming against the tree, as if he could actually avoid the fierce lashes, pitiful moans escape Paul's/Allan's lungs. Sherry's thrusts quicken, the fetish breathlessly exciting and she flails away, droplets of perspiration drip down her naked back. Fantasy minutes pass, Paul slumps from the ordeal and Wildflower drops the whip, surprised at her arm's tiredness. Paul and Sherry Ch. 03 Sherry hugged Paul's back; pressing her wiry bush against his naked cheeks and reaching around grasped his enormous hardon, "God…you're hard…" she rasped, her nimble fingers lovingly stroked his silky skin up and down eliciting a deep groan from her brother. Turning, Paul crushed his mouth onto Sherry's tender lips, arms tightly embracing one another, tongues dueling with mutual desire and love. Paul's lips sought Sherry's sensitive neck, wetly sucking and biting her pulsating flesh, "Fuck…I've wanted you all day…" Together they slithered onto the forest floor, arms and legs entangled, their hands feverishly grabbing and groping at will, heatedly kissing like love starved high schoolers. Sherry gasped as Paul's hand worked between her legs, palming her precious Venus mound, two fingers darting easily into Sherry's slick cunt. "You're…soaked baby…" "Its…all…your fault…" She responded, undulating her hips against his invading fingers. "You know what?" "Huh?" Sherry gasped again, Paul's long fingers twirled within her drenched quim. "The chief instructed…and I don't quite understand every Mohegan word…" Paul nibbled on Sherry's right nipple, "that a special mat be placed…outside…near his tent…and…" "And?" She asked, Paul's fingers withdrew, lewdly dabbing the saucy arousal onto her other nipple. "And…because we've broken the customary rules…" Paul gently bit the turgid nipple, "he's ordered us to fornicate in front of the entire tribe…no privacy…" "Oh my. How humiliating…" Sherry lied, staring into Paul's lustful eyes. Reaching back, into the small side pocket of his shorts, Paul retrieved the Trojan, unrolled the rubber sheath down over his tall prick and aimed the bulbous head against his sister's moistened petals. Half of Paul's penis slipped inside and Sherry's cunt greedily accepted the thick pillar. "They're watching…" Paul whispered, scooting forward, sinking the entire length into her succulent, tight vagina. "Ahhhhhh-hhhhhh-hhhhhh!" Sherry moaned, her eyes closed imagining the surrounding cluster of Indian women mimicking her sigh, momentarily jealous of her pleasure. Paul pulled back and slammed his eight inch hardness deep into Sherry's welcoming core. Again and again he thrust, her milky breasts jiggling from the sweet impact. "Oh…yes-s! Fuck…me Paul, fuck me hard!" Sherry wailed, long fingernails digging into his ass flesh, attempting to pull him in impossibly further. The siblings' connection was pure as they moved in unison, the squishing sounds of Paul's rubbery cock sawing in and out blended with heated breathing. His massive erection parted Sherry's labia, mashing and grinding against her sensitive clitoris. "Fuck…fuck…oh…now!" and she was there, cumming, muscular legs wrapped around the back of Paul's thighs, Sherry's supple body went rigid. The soft fluttering in her tummy quickly spread taking her towards an exhilarating orgasm. "Paul-l-l-l-l-l! Ohh-hh-hh-hh-hh-hh! Fuck-k-k-k me-e-e! Oh-hh-hh-hh-hh-hh!" She screamed into their private forest, Paul continuing his pummeling assault, witnessing her glorious peak; head thrown back, Sherry's white neck was blushed, exposed veins pulsing with ultimate ecstasy. Waves of delight washed over Sherry, juices spilling into the crack of her ass. Paul deliberately slowed his rhythmic pace, stirring her drenched cunt, easing through the long, and spasming release. Sherry's eyelids fluttered open, "Don't…don't move…" she pleaded, holding him still, her over sensitized vagina squeezing Paul's thick phallus. "Sherry…" he panted, "You're so fucking beautiful…" Her legs relaxed, sliding down to earth and Paul leaned over to kiss his sister's pouting lips. "Mmm…what you…do to me. I want…your cock inside me, deep inside me…forever…" "I want you too…" "How…do you want me?" she asked with a sassy look. "Mmm…how about…I get behind you?" Begrudgingly, they pulled apart and Sherry rolled onto her tummy, bringing herself up to a kneeling position. Paul's erection bobbed wildly at the offered sight of her sumptuous ass, bisected by the ultra thin line of Sherry's womanhood, circles of dark matted hair clung to nether lips. Urgently Paul moved towards her havened slit, gripping Sherry's available buns, driving his spear into the tight opening, returning deep inside his sister. Sherry grunted pleasurably from his fullness and the differing angle of Paul's long penis, excitedly searching the spongy insides. "So good…fuck…so good…" he muttered, hips flexing while quickening his strokes. Faster. Paul's hard cock slid in and out of Sherry's nectar coated cunt. Within the heated, summery forest perspiration dripped from his face, arms and back, sheening from the pleasurable strain of fucking. Controlling the tempo, Paul slowly withdrew his length, leaving the capped head inside then buried all of his cock, stabbing into Sherry's depth. Again. Then again. Slamming into her, sadistically wanting his sister to become sore, her bruised pussy would tingle for him that night. Sherry's right arm stretched and reached under to lightly touch his swaying balls, "They're watching…" she mumbled her face mashed into the carpet of pine needles. Paul smiled as the fantasy had faded, his eyes riveted to Sherry's rippling ass cheeks and the sensual pink inner lips, daintily swallowing his angry looking manhood. Completely exposed in the afternoon sunlight, Paul focused on Sherry's star shaped anus. Such a delectable orifice he thought and how he'd love to take Sherry's anal virginity. Dabbing the end of his saliva coated thumb inside, her sphincter immediately constricting around the intruder and Paul couldn't tell if her muffled cry was "Oh" or "Ow". A torrent of cream spurt from Paul as he rhythmically pistoned in and out of Sherry's moist portal. "Ugh…ugh…ugh…argh! Shi-t-t-t-t-t-t!" he bellowed loudly, pouring his essence, his soul deep into his marvelous sister. In a frenzy of indescribable passion, every muscle and pore screamed with a beautiful orgasmic rush. Rocking his hips, Paul selflessly emptied his balls, drowning the Trojan's insufficient reservoir. Dimly aware his curled toes dug small divots in their soft forest space while shouting her name, Paul felt Sherry's vaginal muscles teasing and milking his hardness. Paul moaned through a plentiful release, nearly hyperventilating, his thrusts into Sherry short and sweet. The sticky couple collapsed like a house of cards, simultaneously rolling to a spooning position, Paul's imbedded penis throbbed in unison within Sherry's sex. She sighed as her brother's long tongue licked the saltiness from her glistening back and shoulders. Humping and grunting a few more times until well spent, they broke apart, lying on their backs hazily staring up at the ceiling of pine boughs. "I…I…can't move…don't want to…"Paul gasped. "You don't have to." Sherry also breathing deeply, "God…you fuck me so well…so…" She replied, turning to face her brother, gripping his softening cock. "Know what?" lightly fluffing and stroking the hair around Paul's ear. "What sis?" "I want to…someday…sketch you. You know…standing over there…by the tree. I want to capture that. Capture my nature boy…with his huge hardon…" Paul chuckled happily, "And…just how long…do you think I can keep it up?" "Hmm…I'll help with that!" Sherry lovingly tugged on his member and giggled. They laughed together, immensely enjoying the special alone time. Gathering strength, Paul leaned up onto his elbow, "Hey baby…hate to be a spoil sport but…We gotta think about getting back." "Yeah. I know…" Sherry replied, their eyes locked. Leaning forward, she kissed him, warm soft lips mingling. "I love you so much…" "I love you too…baby…"Paul said from his heart, truly loving his sister. Picking up the strewn clothes, they unhurriedly dressed and made their way back to the shore and the canoe. Leisurely their paddles dipped and brought them back across the wide lake. Sherry hopped out of the canoe onto the dock and looked down at Paul, "Maybe…next time…Wildflower needs to be whipped…" Her sultry eyes testing Paul's reaction. "Yoo-Hoo!" Their Mom called from the path and Paul winked at Sherry. "Are we having trout for dinner?" she asked hopefully. "No…not tonight Mom. They weren't biting today. I'll have to try again…" ~To Be Continued~ Next: Paul and Sherry – Chapter 4 Paul and Sherry Ch. 04 A chilly, early November rain drizzled against the windows of their third story Brownstone apartment. Soft classical music added to the quiet ambience of this lazy Sunday afternoon, a perfect day to be stuck inside. The spacious living room was cozy warm and the young artist sat on a low, padded stool. Wearing a sleeveless white blouse and bikini panties, Sherry's talented fingers leisurely worked the charcoal over the white canvas, drawing one of her favorite subjects. Centered and posed upon the oval braided rug, her nude lover, Annie, knelt on haunches. Short, curly hair framed a pretty face and Sherry now concentrated on the finer lines of Annie's petite frame, capturing the exquisite details. Lovely pear shaped breasts were capped with dark brown nipples that seemed to burst from surrounding delicate pink areolas. Soft, brown eyes gazed towards the high ceiling and tanned arms relaxed along smooth tanned legs. Annie's dainty wrists lay across her knees, pressed together bound by an invisible rope. An almost undetectable sheen of perspiration gleamed within Annie's freckled cleavage, "Are you ready for a break?" Sherry asked, finishing the inverted toes, placing the chalk down and stretching her cramped fingers. "I am...if you are." "How about if I make some tea?" Sherry rose and walked to the kneeling woman. "Maybe...just some water...I could go for that." Sherry knelt down, lightly kissing Annie's forehead and brushed aside a misbehaving curl. Moist lips brushed against an exposed ear, aggressively moved onto her sleek neck and bit softly, causing a delicious tingle over Annie's naked skin. "Mmm...I love this neck..." Sherry murmured, lightly turning Annie's chin so their eyes met and pressed her supple lips over the awaiting mouth. Tiny electrical sparks were passed back and forth, both sets of wet tongues eagerly dueling. Breaking the kiss, "Mmm...I love your eyes..." Sherry rasped, brazen fingers cupped the underside of a breast, lewdly tweaking a turgid nipple. "And...Mmm...God I love these nipples!" Their eyes locked in place Annie's look was glazed as Sherry's fingertips squeezed harder. "And...okay...everything else too. Guess I just love all of you!" Sherry giggled happily. She sensed seriousness, quiet sadness from her lover's mood and searched her eyes for a clue. Normally lively and bright, Annie now appeared sullen, transformed and delicately withdrawn. "Sherry?" "What hon?" "I've been such a bad girl. You know. I think maybe I need to be punished." Annie's eyes looked down and Sherry began to think. She thought of the two or three times Annie had suggested something like this before. Sherry had assumed it was merely a game and shrugged it off. She remembered the make-believe games she and Paul had innocently played, pretend whippings and the sort. "How do you think the bad girl should be punished?" Annie's eyes bore into Sherry's, "She should be spanked and very hard." Sherry noticed the way Annie's bottom lip quivered. Well, if that's what she wants, let's just see how far this will go. Sherry stood, grasping Annie's hand, led her to the sofa and sat down. "Okay bad girl...lay across my lap..." Annie obediently laying her naked body full length over Sherry's thighs. ~Six Months Earlier~ In the cramped dormitory room, Sherry fretted needlessly over what to wear and after mulling over several choices, she settled on the initial decision anyway. Fixing her hair and makeup for the umpteenth time, Sherry glanced at the neatly lettered invitation atop the dresser. Here we go, she thought. Two blocks down from the field house, Sherry strode up the smooth stone steps, sucked in her breath and pushed the doorbell of the sorority house. A bright eyed girl with straight blonde hair greeted Sherry with a welcoming smile, took the folded card and ushered her inside. After thirty minutes of introductions and shaking hands of sisters with names impossible to remember Sherry had that eerie feeling of being alone in a crowd. She'd nibbled on the hors d'oeuvres, a dated Bob Dylan ballad was playing in the background and the room seemed stifling. Do I belong here? Something or someone caught her attention and Sherry diverted her gaze to the 3 women standing next to the bay window a few feet away. The woman in the middle with short curly hair smiled at her. Hastily scanning the pretty figure wearing a blue dress that highlighted a trim, sleek body, she casually put down the glass tumbler and began to walk towards Sherry. Disconcertingly, her mouth suddenly felt dry. "Hi! I'm Ann. Everyone calls me Annie..." extending her hand towards the younger girl, "freshman...I assume?" "Uhh...yes...1st year..." she stuttered, "I'm Sherry..." gripping the offered hand, gratified with instant warmth and a friendliness calming her fears. "Checking the place out I see. Anything to get out of the dorms, huh?" She teased with openness. "Well...yes. Thought I'd see what it's all about..." Annie's eyes searched out Sherry's expression, darted about the room, its furnishings and gabbing females, then leaned in close enough that Sherry could smell her light perfume. "Kind of dull. Huh?" she said with a sly smile. "Uhh...I don't think. Well...kind of...you know..." "C'mon...I'll show you around..." Annie grabbed Sherry's elbow, steering the newbie and giving Sherry the ten cent tour while making more introductions and small talk. "Hey...I've got some chilled wine at the apartment. What do you say we get out of this stuffiness?" Sherry only nodded, taken by Annie's sparkling eyes, her own expression obviously one of relief. Their age difference immaterial, they instantly liked one another. "God...I'd die for a place like this!" Sherry exclaimed while sipping Chablis and coveting the spacious apartment with tasteful, practical furnishings. In the room's subtle lighting Sherry relaxed as her new friend prattled on, grateful for a sounding board and finding common interests. "Yes...well I do enjoy the digs but my Dad is freaking out. You see...Marilyn, my roommate...well former roommate I should add...flunked out and now he's footing the entire bill." Annie shrugged nonchalantly. During the next few weekstheir friendship grew. Having similar schedules they'd meet at the campus cafeteria or for Dunkin' Doughnuts coffee. Sherry felt quite at ease spending time at Annie's place studying or chatting or just sharing humorous stories. One Saturday evening they decided to take in a movie at the old run down, local theater, giggling like schoolgirls while sharing popcorn and a Coke with two straws. The film starring Meryl Streep was romantically well done and during a tender, teary eyed scene, Annie innocently reached for Sherry's hand, their fingers interlocking. Before walking up the wide steps into the apartment, Annie impulsively hugged Sherry and braced against the wrought iron railing, placed a sweet kiss upon her unsuspecting soft mouth. Their lips brushed delicately under the dim street light. "What...what was that for?" Sherry asked with a racing heart. Annie smiled, kissing the tip of her nose, "Isn't it obvious?" The heavy oak door closed in the foyer, insuring their privacy and in each others arms, they kissed again. This time mouths were hungrily fused, their lips mashed harder and pinned near the wall, Sherry felt Annie's breasts erotically crushing against hers. Sherry's fingers sifted through thick curls, inhaling her shampoo as Annie wetly kissed along her neck. "So...tell me..." Annie mumbled between licks and peckish kisses, "have you...ever been...with another woman?" "Umm...w-w-well...sort of..." she stuttered as bold hands palmed her full bra, then grasping lower, pulled the shirttails up and out of her jeans. "Sort of?" Annie giggled while slowly unbuttoning the crisp white blouse. "Yes...m-m-my best friend and I...growing up. We...uhh..." Sherry's mind raced between the knowing fingers and flashes from the past. Back then she and Denise were inseparable. Living next door and only 2 months apart they shared everything. In the nearby, quiet barn they experimented with kissing and youthful sexual awakenings. Uninhibited, the pair touched and explored nude bodies and mutual masturbation naturally happened. Denise had an enormous crush on Sherry's older brother. As an added twist, for Denise's delight, she would "pretend" to become Paul in their fantasy world. "We're not lezzies...are we?" A naïve and concerned Sherry blurted. "Hell no Sherr! C'mon...tell me about his cock. I know you've seen it. Tell me." Denise panted with eyes closed, strumming her clit rapidly. Blouse on the floor, Annie ogled the newer sight, "Ooo...lacy. Did I mention red is my favorite color for underthings? Hmm...matching panties I'm hoping?" Annie's breath was near and sweet. Unclasping the back, she dropped the frilly bra and cupped Sherry's bare breasts. Nipples crinkled from the freedom and the attention. Sherry sighed as pouting lips lightly bussed one turgid target, then feathered across her flat midsection. Kneeling, Annie deftly unsnapped the front and the zipper sounded loud in the hushed hallway. Moisture formed as her trousers lowered and obligingly Sherry kicked off her sandals and stepped out. She trembled as Annie's cheek pressed against her pantied mound. "Mmm...so pretty. I love small...tight...bikinis. And the girl inside them." She murmured. Embracing tightly, they kissed again. Annie's tongue eagerly darting inside Sherry's open mouth. Panting with desire Sherry reveled as her bare breasts crushed against Annie's cotton top. Breaking for air Annie gasped, "You're...not...nervous at all..." which sounded like a question and statement all in one to Sherry's foggy state. "Oh. Annie. I...ohh..." her voice wavering, scrambling for the right words that weren't there. Their crotches sensuously rubbed and Sherry's labia oozed with arousal. Tenderly grasping her hand, Annie led them towards the bedroom, Sherry's heart fluttering in anticipation. In the near darkness, Sherry sat on the edge of her bed, the satin coverlet cool against her skin and Annie lit two pillar candles placed on the dressers top. With her back to the girl, she removed her top and sports bra quickly followed by shorts and undies. She turned slowly and Sherry drank in the full frontal nudity: the sweet smile, pendulous breasts with large, dark areolas, tan lines that accentuated her full pubic jungle and sleek tapered legs. Entranced, Sherry watched her swaying hips undulate the few steps toward the bed. Crawling on top, Annie patted the lonely spot in the center of the bed, inviting Sherry to lie beside her. Annie brushed away a strand of hair and lightly kissed Sherry's forehead, nose and lips and sighed, "Guess I wanted you...wanted this from the first time I saw you..." Finding the composure to speak, Sherry blurted, "Oh Annie...you're so beautiful and..." Annie giggled, "No...no... my sweetie...I'm just a plain Jane but you...you're the beautiful one..." Their mouths fused again, tongues instantly dueling, naked breasts rubbing as sexual desire heightened and swapped between the two. Pursed, wet lips traveled down Sherry's neck and captured an aroused nipple, licking and chewing the erectile tissue. Sherry moaned as ticklish fingernails crept up and down sensitive inner thighs, teasing the lacy leg openings of her panties. Spreading her legs apart, knowing fingers traced the outlines of Sherry's nether lips. She was now leaking. Using the flat of her tongue, Annie laved Sherry's armpit while palming her prominent Venus mound. "Y-y-you...really...k-k-know how to...ohh! K-k-know how to...turn a woman...on...!" Sherry gasped writhing under her spell. "Should we take these off?" Annie offered, her warm breath next to Sherry's ear. "Oh God yes. Please...oh yes..." Grasping the elastic waistband, Annie removed the tiny bit of cloth and held them up under her nose, inhaling the pungent musk, her own pussy forming a very similar scent. Laying spread eagled on the bed, Sherry's pose seemed to say: take me. Snuggling around to Sherry's left side, Annie's legs wrapped around the stretched out left leg, pressing her tufted mound just above Sherry's left knee. Sharp teeth nipped an earlobe, the tip of her tongue snaked into Sherry's ear and fingernails continued their sexy, random search across her exposed, naked torso. At long last, the fingers zeroed in towards her moist core. Pubic hairs were erotically tugged, long sleek digits opened engorged lips, anointed with liquid syrup. Annie delicately painted Sherry's stiffened bud with the sauce, wet fingers massaging each side of the stalk, then entered Sherry's tunnel with a squelching sound. Two fingers deeply embedded, toying near her G-spot, Sherry's hips ground upward, mashing herself against the smooth palm, "Ohh...fuck ohh Annie...please...PLEASE...don't stop...I...ohh..." Annie had no intention of stopping. She marveled at the lovely girl, lost in the throes of lust, her right hand gripping the bed sheet, tummy muscles tightening. She floated higher than ever before. Her rigid body pummeled by sweet waves of ecstasy. The petals of Sherry's cunt fluttered and gripped the lengthy invaders, screaming wantonly. "Ohhhhhhhhhh-hhhhhhhhhh! Arghhhhh-hhhh!" "Ahhhhhhhhhh-hhhhhhhhhh! Fuckkkkkk-kkkk!" Her skin flushed, thrashing herself against the pressing curved palm. Entering the glorious realm of an all consuming orgasm she was utterly lost, moaning through each rhythmic pulse. "Ohhh...mmmm..." Sherry mumbled repeatedly. The peak and intensity of her orgasm fulfilled Annie's voyeuristic delight, her spirit loving the girls unashamed and rewarding explosion of passion. Suddenly Sherry's muscular legs snapped scissor like, trapping Annie's wrist within her ultra sensitive crotch. Dribbling uncontrollably, her leakage formed a small pool, soiling the soft coverlet. "I...can't...please. I...move...ahh..." Sherry whispered through parched lips, making no sense, her pillowed head lolling from side to side. Extracting her hand from the vise grip, Annie lewdly licked her fingers, tasting Sherry's sumptuous froth and dimly aware of her own seeping arousal while snugly pressed against Sherry's smooth thigh. Around exams and final papers, the next two weeks were blissful. Annie keenly honed Sherry's Sapphic desires and within the comfy apartment, rarely clothed, they passionately fucked and devoured one another. They seemed insatiable, as if on a honeymoon of sorts. All too soon they stood on the Brownstones steps, hugging and crying goodbyes for the summer. Each headed in opposite directions, phone calls, e-mails and texting would have to suffice until...late August. ~Six Months Later~ Her palm caressed the sculpted, alabaster derriere, admiring its fleshy roundness and minute dimples. "God...Annie. You have the greatest ass..." Sherry murmured, "Ready?" she asked her hand poised above. The nude girl didn't answer, instead clenching and unclenching her cute buttocks as a sign. Okay, here goes Sherry thought, aiming for the closest cheek. Slap! The initial contact was light but sounded loud and they both jumped in a startled, comedic way. Sherry breathed deeper and aimed for the other. Slap! Was that too hard...too light? She wondered. Slap! Slap! Two more quickly followed adding a tad more to her swing and testing her strength. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Four more, these were stiffer, cuffing blows that skimmed off Annie's smooth skin. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Four more making direct contact. "How's that...bad girl? Do you like those?" "Mmm-Hmm!" Annie mumbled which Sherry interpreted as obvious approval. Reacting to this newer thrill coursing through her head: Power. Control. Punishment. Annie digs it and...damn...so do I! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Sherry's palm came down harder tingling from the applied blows to Annie's pink bum. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! The room seemed to be heating up and Annie's ass definitely was. After 10 more solid whacks a pronounced blush covered her bum. "Ow...ow...ow...ow...ow! I'm...s-s-sorry for b-b-being so bad...Mommy..." Somewhere in the recesses of Sherry's mind a switch was pulled. She felt flushed, adrenaline injected into her bloodstream. Did she say what I think she said? Did she just say Mommy? The pure kinkiness excited Sherry. "Such a bad girl. Bad girls need to be punished..." Sherry hissed renewing an energized assault. The spanking became vicious; her swings were longer and harder, flailing at Annie's tenderized ass without mercy. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Ka-whap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Sherry's pussy twitched pleasurably, delving further into their fetish, infused with a sweet wickedness. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Ka-whap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Perspiration dripped from her forehead and Sherry was surprised at her arm's tiredness. Sniffling tears, Annie sobbed as searing pain raced along her hiney. Her entire butt was glowing bright red like terrible sunburn. Have I gone too far? Sherry thought, sadistic little bitch, aren't I? In the sudden quiet, the pair breathed heavily and Sherry felt moisture trickling down her thigh. "Annie! Oh my God, you're soaked!" Sherry hoarsely exclaimed. Between her tensed thighs, Sherry's fingers moved along sopped cuntal folds, easily slipping inside. Rearranging themselves on the sofa, Sherry compassionately hugged the quivering recipient of her newfound wrath, who was quietly sniffling. "Did I hurt you baby?" "No. Oh no...I..." her words trailing off. Perhaps not the best time for conversation Sherry thought. Retrieving the forgotten bottle of cold Aquafina, they walked arm in arm into the bedroom. Annie lay back propped up on two fluffy pillows, legs splayed and with a tired, relaxed look. Sherry scrunched comfortably near the foot of the bed and gazed at her naked lover. Her fingernails slowly wandered across Annie's calves and sensitive thighs. The scent of pungent arousal noticeable. "You're so lovely...so hot..." Sherry whispered. "I bet you say that to...all the girls..." she joked with half lidded eyes. "Just...this...girl..." Sherry countered, wriggling forward and planting soft kisses on each thigh. Annie brazenly opened her legs further apart, inviting the warm lips for more intimate kisses. Sherry affectionately teased with butterfly pecks around her puffy mons, gently pulling and stretching pubic hairs with her teeth. Annie's hips rotated. "C'mon bad girl...use your tongue. Now. I want it...don't tease me..." Hearing her lover's plea, the tip of Sherry's tongue began a slow trek across her succulent labia and darted into her moist crevice. Deliberate, long slow licks finally reached Annie's throbbing clitoris, flicking and closing her wet lips to capture the circular bud. Annie thrashed, her fingers tangled in Sherry's hair. "Oh God...yes! Ohh...yes..." Temporarily leaving the prize, Sherry's tongue wetly probed her urethra, suckling the tasty fruit from Annie's delicate inner lips, wafer thin and pliable. Annie's hips lurched as two slender fingers curled inside her drenched quim, seeking that sacred pleasure spot. Licking wildly, Sherry's stiffened digit greedily laved her open, exposed sex and began a rhythmic tapping on the underside of Annie's erect pearl. Annie shivered in delight. "Baby...ohh baby doll...yes, oh yes. Please...PLEASE...yes now faster...oh God...yes. Right...there. Right...THERE!" Mouth and cunt fused, Annie tumbled over the edge, her screams keening. "Ahhhhhh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h! Eeeeeee-e-e-e-e-e-e-e!" Remaining motionless, Sherry's lips surrounded Annie's pulsating clit, her petals fluttering open like a spring flower. Tightly mashed against the pretty mouth, Annie rocked through an intense, shuddering orgasm. Copious fluids drenching Sherry's face and chin. Paul and Sherry Ch. 04 "Fuck. Ohh. Ahh...oh sh...it..." Annie garbled incoherently, jerking as Sherry's lips and fingers slipped away, leaving their super sensitive targets. Sherry's head rested on a pillowy thigh, listening to the raspy breathing from her satisfied and drained lover. Both were nearly asleep when the vibrating phone whirred atop the maple dresser. Reflexively, Sherry sat up and made her way towards the pesky device. She squinted at the light in her palm which read: Paul calling. "Hullo there!" she half whispered, instantly elated. "Hey kiddo! What're you up to?" "Oh, you know. Not much..." she lied, in the process of licking sticky lips and giggling to herself...if he only knew! "Well how's school and everything?" "It's good. Keeping me busy...how about you?" Sherry glanced towards the bed at Annie propped up on an elbow mouthing: "Who is it?" With her hand over the tiny microphone, she whispered back, "My brother...Paul!" With a comfortable, exhausted nod, Annie pulled the sheet up and over herself. "Umm...is this a good time to call?" "Oh yes. It's fine..." Sherry said while quietly closing the bedroom door and sitting cross legged in one of the large wing backed chairs. They chatted leisurely catching up on all the latest news from home, their college lives and Paul always had the best jokes to tell that made her laugh out loud. "Sherry...I...uhh...miss you. I really do." His sincere words seemed to come out of nowhere, touching a familiar place in her heart. "Aww...that's sweet 'cause you know I miss you...also." Suddenly wanting his arms around her, his closeness, his... She drifted, imagining them alone. Melting as Paul kissed her mouth. She was touching his face and hair. Sherry's crotch tingled while lustfully massaging her pussy. I'm so horny...for you...an inner voice whispered. Bite my nipples, just the way you... "Sherry?" "Huh? Ohh...I'm here..." she stammered, mildly surprised at her roaming fingers. "Oh, okay. Thought we got cut off...or..." "I know. Sometimes the service sucks here...kinda fades in this old house..." She closed her eyelids, envisioning Paul's deep hazel eyes and zeroed in on his enormous, beautiful cock. The puffy mushroomed head in her mouth now moved across her tummy, probing. Is it possible, she thought, that I could masturbate just listening to his voice? "Well, anyway. What I'm getting at is I have an appointment...with a firm not far away from you...this Saturday and I was thinking we could all go out to dinner. I've never met Ann and we could visit and...how's that sound?" "Yeah, that'd be great!" she blurted, positively giddy with the opportunity to spend, if even a little, time with Paul and he could finally meet Annie and... "Okay. So look...I'll call you when I get out of the interview...not really sure of the time. Anyway, you two decide on a place we can all go. I'm up for almost anything. Okay...gotta run. I love you sis!" he said, boyishly smacking a wet kiss towards her. "I love you too..." she sighed, returning the long distance smack and closed the phone with a snap. Alone in the quiet living room, she began to contemplate how all this would play out. Do I tell him I'm having sex...ahem...wild, passionate sex with Annie? And if I do, will Paul accept it? Me or us? Silly me, he's the most open minded guy. It's not like we're lesbians or exclusive. She's dated a few times and spent the night out, I'm not stupid. Do I tell Annie about us? No, of course not, we promised long ago. Being with two lovers that don't know about each other...or me...might be a little complicated or maybe I'm just worrying for nothing. Sherry quietly re-entered the bedroom, slipped under the sheet and spooned up against her sleeping lover's backside. She lightly kissed Annie's warm shoulder and tried to calm all of her racing thoughts. Mimicking Annie's rhythmic breathing patterns, Sherry soon fell into a deep sleep. The week seemed to fly by. Excited and nervous, Sherry took extra care tidying up the apartment which amused Annie. On Friday, with a huge sigh of relief, Sherry turned in her portfolio of sketches and finished artwork. The final project had consumed much of her time and talents. Bounding up the steps two at a time, elated with the upcoming weekend, no school work and seeing her brother! Sherry thought a celebration was in order. Bursting into the apartment, energetic and uplifted, her mood quickly changed. Leaning against the door jamb to the bathroom, Annie had her arms crossed and looked up with a frown. "What's wrong baby?" "Oh fuck. Just started my period. Sorry sis, bad timing, huh? Guess I won't be the best company..." she shrugged pitifully. Sherry immediately hugged her. "Hey now...it'll be alright...don't worry. We can still...you know. Paul's really easy going and..." "He must be if he's anything like you..." Sherry laughed massaging Annie's shoulders. "Hey...how about if I run down the street and get us some Chinese? And then...maybe we can watch a movie?" "Sherry. You're the best...my best friend..." It was a typical Saturday of sleeping in, dealing with the minor domestic chores until late afternoon when Sherry's phone rang. Paul had fortunately found a parking spot only a block away. They were on the 3rd floor, right? Annie was absorbed on her computer and was leisurely telling Sherry about the website she'd found. A site where everyday, regular authors could submit their stories or poems encompassing a wide genre of erotica. Sherry bolted to the door upon Paul's knock and wondering (too late now silly!) if she should have met him downstairs. She greeted the warm, familiar smile and on the threshold jumped into Paul's arms, nearly crushing the delicate African violet plant he'd brought. Modestly brushing her lips against his, Sherry wetly kissed his cheek, hugging her brother tightly. "So good to see you!" C'mon in!" clinging tightly to his arm and breasts snuggled onto Paul's bicep; she led him into the living room. "Mmm...this is nice! I love old styled apartments...the carved woodwork..." He scanned the cozy surroundings and quickly focused on the stunning girl extricating herself from the computer chair. Their friendly eyes locked and unobtrusively checked one another out. So...this is the brother I've heard all about and only seen in pictures. Handsome! Wavy hair, muscular and tall. Beige polo shirt and tan Docker's. He's got Sherry's outgoing smile. Is he...could he be...available? So...this is the roomie I've heard all about and only seen in drawings, naked though. Pretty! Short, curly hair, slim and trim. Cute peasant blouse and tight blue jeans. She's hot. Is she...could she be...available? Grasping his hand, Annie's deep, alluring eyes searched amicably, "Hello Paul. So nice to finally meet you." "Nice to meet you also Ann. These are for you...I mean for both of you...I mean for the apartment..." Paul stammered, temporarily flustered by the spellbinding brown eyes and the enticing woman behind them. "Please...call me Annie. You look...I don't know, strangely familiar. Have we..." "Met before?" No." Paul finished her question, "I have seen you...I mean...have seen Sherry's sketching..." His eyes now searched in return. Annie's grip remained firm, her face beamed without any hint of embarrassment. All at once Sherry felt odd, like a third leg and bristled with teenaged jealousy, "A-hem." Sherry loudly cleared her throat, interrupting their moment and possessively grabbed Paul's arm, "I'm starved. We thought of a great Italian restaurant that we like, didn't we Annie? But Paul...how're we all gonna fit in your sports car?" Releasing Annie's warm hand, Paul turned his attention back to his adorable younger sister, "Oh...that. I have a rental car. Are we all ready?" Family run, the quiet place had a romantic atmosphere with low lighting. The red checkered tablecloth replete with breadsticks and rivulets of candle wax dripped down the classic wine bottle. Settled in a corner booth, Paul half expected to see Don Corleone appear. Relaxed between the two lovely women, they raised glasses and toasted to the good times and good friendships. Paul managed to split his time and attention, sharing news and laughs with Sherry and openly flirting with Annie. He felt Sherry's toes nudging his shoe and wriggling over an ankle. Their dinner was excellent, Paul insisted on paying and the contented trio walked out into the cool night air. "So...this is your town! Let's go for a drink or...any ideas?" Paul suggested. "I hate to be a party pooper..." Annie said, "But...I do have a paper to finish and reading and...look...why don't you two just go on?" "You sure?" Sherry asked, concerned but secretly elated knowing exactly who was going to get laid tonight. Outside the brownstone Annie reached across Sherry to once again shake Paul's hand. "Paul...it was really nice to finally meet you!" "Yes, I agree. Maybe we can get together again? Sometime...who knows? And also, thanks for...you know...looking out for my little sister and all the..." "Paul. We look out for each other and don't ever worry about her." She flashed a warm smile and pecked Sherry on the cheek. "Have fun." Pulling out into the street Paul asked, "Is...she...okay? I mean..." "It's a female thing big brother..." "Oh. Sorry...I...uhh...so where do you want to go?" Sherry slid across the bench seat and wetly kissed Paul's ear, "Your place...of course..." Sherry's warm breath was sweet and her hand boldly caressed Paul's thigh, inching towards his rapidly growing penis. Paul eased into the closest parking space, turned the car off and faced his sister. Crushing his lips onto Sherry's full mouth, their tongues instantly dueled and tasted one another. Paul's fingers wound through her hair and pulled against her neck, tightly sealing their embrace. "I...I...I want you...so bad..." Sherry whispered. Paul's hand lewdly groped her full breasts, his stiffy was about to burst through his pants. "I've missed you sis. A lot...missed this..." hugging and pressing her against the seat. Even before he turned the deadlock and latched the motel room chain, Sherry had already removed her blouse. Paul ogled her cleavage and sumptuous breasts nearly spilling out from the lacy bra. Their mouths fused again, Sherry ravenously slurped on Paul's invading tongue. Her fumbling fingers strained to unbuckle his pants and Paul deftly unlatched her brassiere. Moist lips moved onto Sherry's soft neck flesh, his nimble fingers cupping bare tits and captured the turgid nipples causing a most delicious, soft sigh. The two overheated siblings waltzed towards the king size bed leaving a trail of garments. Sherry sensuously licked Paul's nipples and knelt in front of her brother whose bulging hardon ached to be set free. Rubbing the fabric outlining his cock, Sherry hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pulled them off. Bobbing inches from her face, Sherry inhaled the manly scent and closed her lips over the bulbous head. Paul sighed as the tip of her dainty tongue dipped into his peephole then slobbered over his tall shaft and carefully lapping his full balls. "Mmm-hmm..." She hummed again mouthing the top of Paul's reddened penis. His hips lurched upward, stabbing into the hungry mouth. Sherry's fingers tightly encircled the base and pumped the pliable skin. "Oh yeah. Fuck...yeah. Suck me...ohh. Please baby...I'm so close...please stop..." Sherry's mouth made a wet, popping sound releasing the swollen prize. "My big brother's hard as a rock. Who turns him on? Hmm?" She felt pussy moisture trickling watching her slick hand piston Paul's eight inch shaft, marveling at his pulsing, blue veins. Steering his sister nearer the plush mattress, Sherry sat on the edge and lay back on her elbows. Paul spread her legs, salivating at the sight of her pink panties and the treasure beneath. His nostrils flared at the heady, feminine scent. He planted teasing, peckish kisses up along each sensitive thigh and eagerly placed his open mouth over Sherry's panty covered mound. Paul masticated her succulent labia, Sherry's copious, fluids mixing with Paul's saliva, churning and fluttering her cunt towards an impending orgasm. "P-P-Paul! Ohh! I...want...your cock. Need your cock, please baby? I n-n-need it...now...ohh..." Paul eased back and watched his sister peel off the soaked underwear, delightfully exposing her coral hued slit. His pole oozed pre-cum as he rolled the rubber condom down its length and crawled to the center of the bed. Sherry's inviting legs were wide spread and her eyes glazed with lust. Paul easily pushed half his member into Sherry's slick opening, her nether lips stretching around his thick girth. He sawed his prick in and out; smearing the sticky lubrication then slowly inserted the full length into his sister's quim. Sherry moaned deeply. Briefly, he lay motionless, Sherry's inner walls accommodating the enormous penis. Paul's breath was hot and close to her burning face. Nearly touching her cervix, their pubic hairs mashed and kissed intimately. Paul's heart pounded with desire and he began the inevitable fucking motion, feeling his sister's ankles wrapped around the back of his legs. "Ugh. Ugh. Ugh...Ohh..." Sherry gasped as her brother's towering erection pistoned in and out of her very moist tunnel. Passionately humping Sherry, Paul quickened his pace. Their raspy breathing and the wet, squishy noises of intercourse echoed through the private room. "F-f-fuck me. Yes...ohh. Yes...don't s-s-stop. Please, don't...ever stop...Ohh!" Sherry sighed, Paul's cock plunging and stirring her needs. Faster. Paul slammed his pelvis against his sister, his balls boiling. "Baby...baby...so close...I...I'm gonna..." Paul whispered watching Sherry's full breasts shake from his powerful thrusts, her crinkled nipples hard and dark brown. Neither had expected this to be a long drawn out fuck. Their heated skin and pent up longing for one another well overdue. "Ohh! Paul-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l..!" Sherry cried, her sharp nails digging and scratching her brother's ass cheeks. "Now! Ohh...yesssssssss...!" She exploded through the barrier and into the exquisite, personal world of ecstasy. Sherry rode the sensational, orgasmic waves, lurching upwards against Paul's burrowing sex. "Sherr...mmmm...Sherr...I'm cumming! I...Arghhhhh-hhhh!" mere seconds behind his sister's peak, Paul grabbed Sherry's breasts and viciously rammed his prick into her pulsating pussy. Paul's hot sperm streamed into the sheath, his every sinew and muscle tightening with ultimate pleasure. Locked as one, they thrashed sinfully writhing on the bed, sharing that intense crescendo of orgasms and each other. Paul blissfully drove his spear deeply into Sherry's core again and again. "Stop. Oh God. Just stop...don't m-m-move...yet..." Sherry pleaded breathlessly. Paul held back allowing more of his weight onto her torso. Sherry's cunt muscles contracted, squeezing and milking Paul's engorged penis. Buried in his sister's tight vagina, Paul groaned and nearly fainted from the indescribable rapture. Paul drifted on the inflatable raft. He was back on the lake and its soothing, calm waters. Wait...was he on their dock? Was he alone? Slowly and sluggishly Paul's eyes opened. Spooned against Sherry's naked backside, he realized they'd fallen asleep and listened to her rhythmic, patterned breathing. Paul's right arm was casually draped over his sleeping sister, his hand sexily wrapped around a fleshy breast. Paul's other arm, wedged under Sherry's shoulder, tingled numbly with pins and needles. A light sheen of perspiration clung to their skin and Paul teasingly feathered the available nipple, feeling the bud automatically stiffen, "Hey baby..." he whispered into Sherry's tousled locks, "We gotta...I have to move...sorry..." trying to disengage his arm and hating to spoil or end the moment. "Mmm-ph..." Sherry mumbled while slowly awakening, "Aww...do we have to?" Paul flexed his now freed fist and kissed her shoulder, "Umm...baby...you knocked me out..." his fingers applying pressure to Sherry's turgid nipple causing a sexy groan and her derriere to push back against his loins. "Wish I could spend the night. Can we...someday? Soon?" Sherry softly, temptingly whined. Paul moved to the side of the bed, stroking her calves and pondered the possible thought of when they actually could. Sherry sat up and reached to kiss Paul's mouth. "I love you so much...sooo much..." Sherry purred. "I know...I feel it. I always have and always will." He smiled at his darling sister. Kneeling between his legs, Sherry carefully eased the condom off and leaned down to mouth his sticky member. She rubbed his flaccid cock over her soft cheeks. Sitting back up she looked into his dreamy eyes, "I love your taste. I really do..." Sherry husked, licking her lips. "Paul?" "What sis?" "I wish...I want...I don't know...but someday...I wish you could really fuck me...without a rubber. I'd really like to feel..." "What're you saying?" Paul interrupted, "You know we can't do that..." He pleaded, tenderly stroking her hair and face, "We just can't...and..." "I know. I can dream, right?" She giggled and jumped up heading for the bathroom. Paul sighed reassuringly, watching her cute ass swaying delightfully. He thought of Sherry as being his little spoiled sister. Paul chuckled to himself, hadn't he been partly responsible for that? Fall was waning and the night air was briskly cold. They sat closely in Paul's rental car outside the brownstone Building. "Sherry?" "Yes?" "Okay. I have to ask...is...you know...is Annie seeing anyone? That is...I mean..." "What...am I supposed to be fixing up my big brother with my best friend?" Sherry giggled but inwardly felt the returning, confusing pangs of jealousy. She leaned over and planted a deep heartfelt kiss that reached for his soul. "I love you..." Sherry whispered with misty eyes. "I love you more. Hey now...don't you be crying! We'll see each other soon enough. Thanksgiving's not far..." "I know." She sniffled and smiled widely. "G'night. Drive safely. I love you!" Paul watched her bounding up the steps. Quietly, Sherry unlocked the door and entered the hushed interior lit only by the TV screen, the sound was off. Annie was curled up on the sofa, covered by a thick, green afghan and she stirred sensing Sherry's entrance. "Hi baby. Did you have a good visit?" "Oh yeah." Sherry smirked, remembering her soiled underwear was back in the motel room. "How are you feeling?" "Oh. You know. I'm okay...just one of those things. Sherry?" "Yes?" "Okay. I have to ask...is...you know...is Paul seeing anyone? That is...I mean..." "What...am I supposed to be fixing up my best friend with my big brother?" Sherry giggled but inwardly felt the returning, confusing pangs of jealousy. She leaned over and planted a deep heartfelt kiss that reached for her soul. "I love you..." Sherry whispered. Acknowledging the parallel conversations and strangely caught in the web of her two distinct yet similar lovers. "I love you also...sweetheart..." She returned. Annie's heart and mind raced as the overpowering aroma of sex and a man's sperm lingered over Sherry. Oh my God. Are they lovers? Can it be? Who was it that said to me: incest is the best? Oh wow. So different. I had no idea...I didn't expect. Expect what? I'm going to find out... "I'm going to bed Annie...I'm so tired..." lightly kissing her forehead. Annie yawned and stretched. "I'm right behind ya..." She mumbled. Before slipping under the covers, Sherry inconspicuously put on a fresh pair of panties and snuggled against Annie's warm backside. Paul and Sherry Ch. 04 "I'm glad you're home..." Annie said, almost asleep and gleefully thought: Who do you think you're kidding by slipping on fresh underwear? ~To Be Continued~ Next: Paul and Sherry – Chapter 5 Paul and Sherry Ch. 05 Exiting the boring, damned interstate, the red sports car breathed a sigh of relief. Not designed for the lengthy, high speed stretches Paul eased around the curvy, countrified roads of Fairfield, Connecticut and she responded with gratitude. It was the day before Thanksgiving and a bitter wind whooshed through the leafless trees. The forests here were pristine and dotted with expensive homes and mini estates. Paul passed the lonely but quaint convenience store and smiled at the small, new sign that advertised video rentals. One half mile later he turned right onto Sandlapper Lane and the familiar neighborhood they'd grown up in. Paul relaxed now after what seemed like an interminable, tense drive and pulled into the wide driveway sprinkled with acorns and brownish leaves. Inside the three season porch, Paul tucked the bottle of wine under one arm and balanced his heavy duffle bag while opening the heavy wooden kitchen door. "Anybody home?" he announced inhaling the wonderful cooking aromas from within. His aproned Mom darted out of the pantry, wiping her hands on a dishtowel and beamed one of her classic smiles. "There you are! Ohh...I've missed you..." kissing Paul's cheek and hugging him tightly. "How was the drive? Are you hungry? Do you...?" "Slow down there..." Paul chuckled at her warm greetings, "Where is everyone?" "Oh your Dad's gone into town for a few things, Sherry's in the living room...I think and Aunt Sarah's not feeling well. She's...you know..." Paul did know. One of his favorite Aunt's, Sarah had been fighting a series of illnesses the past year. "Man...it's great to be home!" Hugged his Mom again and handed her the wine, "This is my donation for turkey day." Paul walked through the formal dining are, over the flagstone entryway and about to trudge up the stairs when he saw her in the quiet living room. His sister Sherry was perched on an ottoman meticulously painting her toenails. Her thick red hair was tied back with a white ribbon. Sherry's chin rested atop the knee clad in frumpy gray sweatpants. "Hey sis..." Paul said, dropping his bag and moving towards her. "Hello brother dear. Heard you come in..." Sherry looked up, "think I could've heard you down the block..." she teasingly stuck out her tongue. "Yeah, I love you too." Paul smiled and teased back staring into those deep, alluring eyes. Against alabaster feet the blood red polish was beautiful and shiny. Leaning over for a kiss, Paul stared at Sherry's freckled cleavage and full breasts down the front of her loose white blouse. Their lips touched. "Mmm...no bra. What a hussy..." Paul whispered. "You love it." "Panties?" "I'll never tell. Hey bro...I missed you. Kiss me again." Sherry urged, pursing her lips. Paul kissed her full mouth, the tip of her tongue darted up causing his pecker to instinctively react. "I missed you too sis..." He said truthfully. Upstairs in his familiar bedroom, Paul kicked off his shoes and unpacked. Placing the laptop on his maple desk, he silently vowed to not turn the machine on. There was always a paper that needed tweaking or research work but he thought, fuck it, I'm on break. The family sat around the dinner table laughing about old times and after KP duty they retired into the comfy den. Darkness arrived early; Paul started a fire in the stone hearth. Sherry soon went upstairs to draw so Paul and his parents leisurely talked over all the happenings in their lives. The long drive and radiant warmth took its toll and Paul said goodnight. He tapped on Sherry's half open door and peered inside at his sister in front of the easel. "Nite sis. I'm wicked tired." "G'night Paul..." Sherry looked up, smiled and blew him a kiss. "Sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite." Snuggling under the flannel sheets and thick quilt Paul's eyes closed rapidly. A deep sense of security enveloped him while drifting off. Home sweet home. He was walking through strange woods following a distinct path but he had the impression of wandering. Am I looking for something? Tasseled leaves brushed against his legs, upright arms kept the bothersome vegetation from his face. It was warm, almost humid and he felt good barefoot and wearing only shorts. Something rustled in the nearby growth and he froze in his tracks and listened. An animal? Deer? Paul detected the smell of smoke. Where the hell am I? He laughed aloud. This must be a dream. Ha! He now moved stealthily between thick trees as if he were hunting and came to a sunlit clearing. The girl was nude and hunched over a small fire with her back towards Paul. Was she cooking? She stood and stretched. Unseen, he stared at her taut leg muscles and admired a fine, dimpled ass. His pulse quickened. "Oh...hi!" she said, swiveling to meet his gaze. Long black hair reached her shoulders and Paul ogled her luscious, naked breasts. "I've been waiting..." she hinted and Paul had no clue who the girl with a plain face and no makeup was. Their cheeks touched. Soft. Her hair was damp and sweet. "I-I-I don't know who you are." Paul stammered. "Yes you do." Against Paul's crotch insistent fingers unzipped and curled around his engorged penis. "Mmm! You're big...I like that..." she said. Paul moaned as she began jerking him off... Dim sunlight stole into the bedroom. His eyelids blinked lazily and Paul realized he was grasping a thick, piss hardon. Pulling the covers back over his head he thought: Don't go! Come back whoever you are! He wished the dream to return but the urgent need to pee was overwhelming. Dressed in pj's and a bathrobe Paul sat on the bar stool next to the tiled, rectangular island in the busy kitchen. "Morning dear..." his Mom said while pouring coffee, "Bird's in the oven..." "Morning and happy Thanksgiving." Allowing her to concentrate on the coordinated cooking, Paul took his coffee into the front room. Passing the fruit pies on the sideboard, he smiles at the thought of all the good food to come. The dippy Macy's parade was on TV and Paul darted outside to retrieve the newspaper. White frost covered the lawn and unraked leaves and Paul shivered from the blast of artic temperatures. He hustled to the end of the walk and glanced up at the small patches of blue sky being quickly erased by a blanket of clouds. A winter storm was on the way. A sumptuous, decadent feast awaited the family. An array of mouthwatering recipes covered the mahogany sideboard and the festive, candlelit table. As was their custom, they reverently clasped hands, blessed the food and each member gave a personal rendition of what they were thankful for. No sooner has they begun the magnificent meal when Sherry pointed and gleefully yelped, "Look!" Prompted, they stared through the tall windows at the large snowflakes falling effortlessly. Superb wine and old man winter roaring outside added to the cozy atmosphere. "Happy Thanksgiving!" Sherry chirped into the phone an hour later. "Oh hi Aunt Sarah...yes we already ate...wish you could've been here...we're just lounging around now...okay, hold on." Handing the cordless to her Dad. After a short conference in the kitchen, the parents announced they'd be driving over to Sarah's home which was 45 minutes to an hour through the winding back roads of Connecticut. "Yes...she's alright, we're just going to keep her company and check on everything. Yes, I know the roads are bad but we're taking the Jeep and will go extra slow." Sherry prepared a huge plate of food and goodies for them to take along. "Don't worry...Paul and I will clean up here. Just be careful out there." The available football games broadcasted were uninteresting and lopsided. With the official start of the holiday season, a host of classic Christmas movies were rerun. Paul had sifted through the sections of the newspaper. Placated with a full stomach and the ultimate quiet, dozed on the long, comfortable couch. Miles away the ring tone was unforgiving. Paul tossed aside the knit afghan, bolted upright and reached for the nearby pest on the polished end table. "Did I wake you?" Dad laughed. "Umm, yeah. Where are you?" Mr. Farrell filled him in. They were still at Dad's older and only sister's house. She was fine but very tired. The roads were a mess and at this hour they had decided to stay overnight and keep her company. Paul was surprised that he'd napped so long. It was pitch black outside. Flipping on the garage floodlights, Paul was astonished by the accumulation of snow on the ground that nearly covered his car. Icy, windswept pellets tapped against the glass. He shivered involuntarily. What a great night to be stuck or stranded inside, Paul thought cozily. Plenty of food and firewood and...of course! Sherry! We're alone...at last...all night. How many times have I wished for this moment? Sherry was working intently on the intricate landscape and lost in the solitude of complete, free time. Dressed in the same frumpy, grey sweat pants, her faded tee shirt was daubed with the similar colors of her artwork. She barely heard her brother in the doorway. "Hey sis...knock, knock and all that." He entered and admired the painting, "Oh wow. I like it!" "Oh...thanks..." "And guess what?" "What?" "Dad called. They're still at Aunt Sarah's and going to stay overnight. Storm seems really bad and..." "Is she alright? I mean..." "Oh yeah. Dad says she's just tired and all. So anyway, c'mon down later...I don't know if you're hungry or anything but I'd like some company..." He hinted and smiled. Sherry pushed herself away from the artwork and stretched her cramped limbs. She glanced out the bedroom window at the large snowflakes still falling and being whipped around by a fierce wind. She shivered involuntarily. What a great night to be stuck or stranded inside, Sherry thought cozily. Plenty of food and firewood and...of course! Paul! We're alone...at last...all night. How many times have I wished for this moment? Hustling from the enclosed but frigid breezeway with an armload of seasoned hardwood, Paul dumped them loudly into the sturdy firebox. Kneeling by the red bricked hearth, he placed a large chunk of oak onto the blaze and warmed his hands. Paul heard the click behind him and as the living room plunged into near darkness, he turned to find an awesome sight. By the lone, extinguished lamp Sherry stood in a silky black, see-through negligee and matching panties. The sexy lingerie he'd never seen before barely reached her knees. Hardened nipples threatened to burst through the dainty fabric. A mass of red curls rested on her shoulders and framed Sherry's smiling face. His mouth was dry. "Heard you were looking for some company?" She teased. Sherry's firelit dazzling eyes drew Paul in like a magnet. You're so...so beautiful..." Paul murmured, pressing his lips onto his sister's awaiting mouth. She kissed back, her fingers pulled Paul's neck closer, sealing their lips. Embracing one another Paul's hand smoothed across her negligee and cupped Sherry's fleshy derriere. Sherry darted her tongue into her brother's mouth, tasting his passion. Their groins mashed heatedly. Gasping for air, Paul temporarily broke the air lock and nibbled a wet path along Sherry's sensitive, white neck, "Sexy girl. My...lovely...Thanksgiving treat. I could eat you right up..." steering them towards the couch. "Mmm...tell me more..." Sherry giggled. Plopping on the soft cushions, her mouth again sought Paul's and hungrily French kissed her brother causing his penis to grow bigger. They made out like high schooler's at the drive in. Free. Wet lips and teeth. Hands groping at will igniting their lust. Massaging Sherry's ample breasts and cherry tipped nipples, Paul's fingers dipped under the elastic waistband seeking his sister's moist, syrupy folds. Legs apart, Sherry sighed as her brother's middle finger entered her quim easily. Gripping Paul's muscular biceps, Sherry's fingers traced a similar path, slipping inside drawstring pants and capturing his pulsating erection. Tongues wildly dueling, they moaned from the sweet, mutual masturbation. "Paul. Oh God Paul. I...want you. Let's get naked." "Yeah...we could. I want you too baby. Let's get on the floor...by the fire?" Her twinkling eyes agreed. On the hearth, Paul tossed a linen sheet over the oval braided rug. Eager hands quickly removed skimpy nightwear. They melted onto the romantic, fireside setting, embraced in a tangle of arms and legs, their naked bodies writhing sensuously. Flexing his hips, Paul prodded the full length of his hardon against Sherry's upper thigh. She bit into her brother's shoulder, suckling the tight flesh. "Fuck me...fuck me now...I nee..." Sherry rasped. Paul eased his weight atop, pinning his excited sister under him. Sherry's legs opened wantonly and she guided the mushroom head between her moist petals. Paul moaned, half of his cock slithering into his sister's tunnel. "Oh...yesss-sss-sss!" Sherry sighed deliciously as Paul buried his entire manhood inside, grunting from pure pleasure. "Tight...so tight...so good..." Paul whispered, minutely sawing his prick in and out of Sherry's squelching nether lips. Fingernails viciously dug into her brother's fleshy ass, her sex devouring the thick pole. With a surge, Sherry's over stimulated brain suddenly realized that Paul was fucking her with out a rubber! Her eyes sizzled into Paul's lustful grimace. "Mmm. Fuck. Fucking me...bareback. Oh Paul! So real, so...Ohh!" Sherry gasped as Paul's cock touched bottom. He moved faster, plunging his fat penis into her spongy depths. Sherry arched to meet Paul's powerful thrusts. They fucked with a shared passion...a need. He rammed Sherry's soft folds, eliciting urgent moans of desire. Sherry's limb became rigid, her face was flushed and mouth agape. Paul knew she was there. Spearing his writhing sister, Paul captured and pinched here erect nipples. "Ahh-Eeee-eee-eee-eee!" Sherry screamed reaching the peak of a powerful orgasm. "Ahh-Eeee-eee-eee-eee!" Ankles snugged tightly against the back of Paul's legs, her pelvis rocked to swallow his fleshy pole. Sherry's cunt spasmed warm liquid, coating Paul's shaft and sending him over the edge. "Fuck...oh god...fuck-k-k-k...Sherrr-rrry!" Paul bellowed freely spilling his pent up load of milky essence deep inside his sister. He growled pleasurably from the intense and quick release. The siblings frenziedly humped, connected by an innocent yet consuming love. Brother and sister wrestled in sexual ecstasy, sharing the ultimate, pure act of intimacy. Tender minutes passed. Paul slumped atop Sherry's heated skin, breathlessly kissing the tip of her nose and mouth. "You...you are...fucking incredible girl. I love you..." "Hmm...I love you so much...so much Paul...and...you're not too bad...either..." Sherry giggled, kissing and hugging her brother. Her hands roaming over Paul's muscular frame. Physically drained, Paul rolled to the side; his hand possessively clutched around one of Sherry's heaving breasts. The room smelled of sex and Paul wallowed in the closeness of his loving sister. His sticky eyelids fluttered open as Sherry stirred. Paul admired the clean, smooth lines of her naked backside as she bent to place more logs on their fire. Before closing his lazy eyes, Paul ogled his sister's heart shaped, fleshy derriere and mumbled, "Such a nice ass..." The bedspread was soft velour...possibly velvet...and he sunk into the cushioned fabric. Where am I? If this is a motel room it's very fancy Paul thought gazing at the blue canvas overhead. Weird. Dim lights distractingly flickered nearby. He had to pee but where? Propped on elbows, Paul realized he was only wearing underwear. He scanned into the dim room attempting to locate the door. Wallpaper covered every wall. Strange. Across the short space she suddenly appeared. The succubus was beautiful, of course and drifted into Paul's line of sight. Almond eyes pierced into the helpless look upon his face. Dark brown, wavy tresses adorned her flawless skin, drooping breasts and hairless, pouting vagina. His cock stirred. "I know what you want..." Her minty breath whispered. The succubus winked and Paul gasped as satiny fingers encircled the girth of his hardon. Sultry words infiltrated and teased his mind. "Such a big cock. I've seen you...watched you jerking off. Lots of cum in these full balls." Paul's arms and legs seemed frozen and unable to move. Has she hypnotized me? Glossy red lips closed around his stiff member. Paul's erection throbbed inside the vacuuming, wet throat. His hips lurched and he moaned. Paul moaned aloud from the real sucking motion. Instantly awake and fully aroused he stabbed his hard cock into Sherry's sensational mouth. Her tangled mass of red hair bobbed up and down. "Mmph...mmph...mmph..." Sherry gurgled wetly around Paul's cock; the tips of her delicate fingers caressed his swollen scrotum. "Don't stop...ohh...please don't...stop!" Paul pleaded. With a moist popping sound, Sherry released Paul's towering monster and smiled up at her brother. Saliva dripped from her chin. "Nice dreams?" "Yes. Oh yes...please. Suck me...again. I need..." "You can't cum yet you wicked boy. My bad boy." From her kneeling position between Paul's outstretched legs, Sherry clambered across his torso. Paul shivered as erect nipples dragged over his cock. Sherry's full breasts hung and swayed sexily. Straddling Paul, Sherry placed her full, moist lips onto his, hungrily pressing with unmistakable lust. He tasted their sweet mixture of passion and swirled his tongue against Sherry's. Insistent fingers directed the tip of Paul's rod into her oh-so ready cunny. Sherry leaned back, slowly impaling herself on the stiffened shaft. Dark eyes blazed into her brother's face. "I...I...I can't get enough of you..." She whispered huskily. Her slick walls accepting Paul's thick girth. They groaned in unison soulfully, connected again. Invigorated with love and desire, Paul closed his eyes happily. This will be a night to remember sister, he thought. Sherry began to ride him, wildly humping her brother. ~To Be Continued~