16 comments/ 119955 views/ 69 favorites Sweet Cyn By: Sweet Cyn "Yeah, of course," I agreed. He hurried out of the room. I wondered just how much of a pervert my brother really was... I was pretty sure I didn't want to know. I slipped into a skirt and tank and made my way to the basement where John was waiting for me. I was used to having to spot him sometimes when he did weights, it didn't really bother me though. "Nice panties," he smirked. "What!" I said in outrage. "Stop looking up my skirt!" He laughed, "I wasn't trying, but you are giving me a clear view." I brushed my skirt down self consciously. "A couple of the guys are coming over later today by the way." "Oh, how many?" I asked. I didn't mind his friends so much, not that I really liked them either though. They were just okay. "Four. You going to join us or get out of the house?" "Why are you asking me to hang out with you guys?" I asked. "Because I'm assuming you have nothing better to do. Besides, they like you." "Liar." "They do. They're all jealous of me and wish they had a sister half a pretty as you." "Ew, you have a bunch of sick friends." "Yeah I know. Don't worry though, I won't let them touch you," he grinned. "To late for that," I grumbled. "What!? Who? When? Which of my pervy friends was trying to feel up my baby sister?" "I'm not telling. It's not like it was anything serious." "How come I didn't know you were going out with one of them?" "Because we weren't really going out even. He was just... trying to get it in. Then I told him no and he's kind of pissed now." "When was this?" "I dunno, last summer." "God, my secret slut sister." "Shut up, I'm not a slut!" "Please tell me who it was?" "Nope." "Come on, I want to know if I invited him over without even knowing it." "Well who's coming?" "Sam, Cameron, Zeke, and Jake." "You invited him." "So if you're not going to tell me who it is, should I break all their noses for trying to defile my sis?" he joked. "Don't be ridiculous. It was no big deal." He 'hrmf'ed very loudly. I stood patiently while I waited for him to be dripping sweat and finish his workout. Finally told me I could go. "You know, I think I will stick with you guys for awhile. It might be interesting," I decided as I left. I went up to my room and put on some makeup and made sure I looked absolutely presentable. I kind of knew that they liked my company, but I had always been shy about it and preferred to hide away instead of enjoying their attention. Okay, I'll admit that Cameron was the jerk who tried to get me to bed him, but I was telling the truth when I said it wasn't a big deal. He stopped when I told him to, and now he just alternates glaring and staring at me. The others... well, I wondered if John was telling the truth about them all wanting sisters like me. I couldn't see the point in it... why would you want a hot sister? I enjoyed hanging out with them that day. I found it incredibly entertaining to see John eyeing all of them, trying to figure out who I had my little encounter with. He didn't get anywhere close to figuring it out, seeing as all of them were eyeing me longingly. I was still kind of shy about accepting their compliments though. It was unnatural to me to be playing in the spotlight and I shied away from it a bit, announcing that I was going out for awhile. Technically I wasn't really going anywhere. I just went up stairs to change into my swimsuit and go dive into the pool in our backyard. John came out eventually. "Where's everyone else?" I asked, seeing no one in toe. "This ain't a gangbang, they're gone now. I'm just telling you I made you dinner," he said sweetly, "You want to eat out here?" I nodded and he went back into the kitchen to get the food. What an interesting occurrence, my brother had made me dinner. "What's with the niceties?" I asked when he came back out with food (okay, he wasn't exactly a chef, but he could make a mean pasta). "I dunno," he shrugged, "What's wrong with showing my sister I love her, now and again?" "Nothing I guess. Thank you." I was still kind of shocked. I mean, we got along well, but it usually wasn't quite like that. Maybe he was losing his mind. I wasn't complaining though. I was glad we were eating outside, because I was still dripping wet in my bikini. "And I feel bad for calling you a slut," he added. "Oh yeah, that's okay, I know you were just saying it." "But Cyn, I love you, and I just don't want you to get hurt and end up like mom," he said honestly. It was really sweet of him to say that too, I really appreciated it. "I'm not going to let that happen, silly." "I know you don't think so, but you know, lots of guys don't care. They just see beautiful innocent girls like you, they don't think about if they love you or not." "Why do you think I haven't had a boyfriend in two years?" "I thought you were just shy..." "Well I am, but I started noticing it when I was on a date. All that stuff they say is bullshit the only thing they really mean is when they have their hand up your shirt," I sighed. "There should be more guys like you out there." He frowned slightly, "That's what you're looking for? Someone like me?" he asked. "What?" I hadn't realized how weird that had sounded. "No—of course not—I just meant... I don't know, nice guys." He laughed halfheartedly, "That's a rare bread." "Well, I have you, for now. So it's okay." "You'll always have me," he said quietly. Before I knew what was going on, he gently kissed me. It couldn't have lasted more than two seconds, but I felt frozen in it for the rest of the evening. John, my brother John, had decided to kiss me for some unexplainable reason. It's not like it had never happened before, but it was rare, and diminished in frequency as we got older, and I don't recall it having been on the lips before. I guess there was nothing wrong with it. It had just shocked me. But what shocked me even more was how warm and tingly I felt inside. "I um, yeah," I laughed away my shock. "Of course I will." I picked up our finished dinner dishes. "Thanks for dinner by the way," I said over my shoulder and I went back into the kitchen. Yeah, I was still stunned. God, the way I was acting it was like I had never been kissed before, but I guess that was just so different, and unexpected ... I wondered what had gotten into him. Why did he do it? I mean, he was always the one who shied away from my touch. Why had he changed? I wasn't complaining. I liked physical contact; I found it comforting. I wondered if I should talk to him about it as I got into the shower. But that would be ridiculous. I was making it into a way bigger thing that it was. Maybe John was right. Maybe I needed a boyfriend and I was just losing my mind from lack of romance. That was likely. I walked out of the door into the object of my thoughts. "Yeah, here she is. She just got out of the shower," John explained into the phone before pushing it to me. It turned out to be our mom, checking up on us, saying that she'd be on her way back the next day. "Did she tell you about next week?" asked John as I went to put the phone back downstairs. "What about next week?" I asked. Mom hadn't mentioned anything to me. I readjusted my slipping towel. "She'll be gone next weekend too. She said maybe even the weekend after." "Oh, okay," I agreed. I would miss her, but John and I were becoming increasingly responsible and could manage on our own. "She said that she was glad we weren't like most siblings..." "She said that to me too. What does that even mean?" "It means we don't fight much... or through massive parties while she's gone." "Does that make us abnormal?" I asked. "Dunno, I can think of a lot weirder things than not fighting and partying." I agreed and went upstairs to put my pjs on, which I had been about to do before the phone call. I meandered to the bathroom to do my teeth brushing and pre-bedtime routine. I opened the door, my mind still on other things. "Crap, I'm sorry," I said quickly, when I noticed that I had walked in on my brother after his shower. "It's okay," he said, drying his hair with the towel so that it stuck up all over the place. Soaking wet, it turned so dark it looked almost black. "I thought you were in the other bathroom..." We sometimes split up into mom's bathroom while she was away so we didn't need to share. "Nah, I didn't feel like moving my stuff in there just for a shower." "I don't blame you," I agreed. "Do you mind if I'm in here? I just wanted to brush my teeth and stuff." "Not at all," he said. I got my tooth brush ready and such stuff, absently looking at my brother while I did so. He'd grown a lot recently. Well, not really recent, but I guess I had never paid attention before. I mean, why would I spend time staring at his toned chest and abs? He caught my eye in the mirror, apparently he noticed me staring. "Like what you see?" he grinned. I was caught off guard and completely embarrassed. "Jesus, I'm sorry," I stammered awkwardly, "I didn't mean to." In my fluster I accidently rammed my toothbrush in my throat, making me choke on my toothpaste and double over coughing. He watched to make sure I was okay before responding. "I don't really mind. You're just my sister after all," he said nonchalantly. "'Sides, you're not the only girl who enjoys looking at me," he said slyly. "What? No—I don't Jonathan!" I protested. "So you don't like looking at me then?" he pouted. "I ah—um, huh—no—I do, I just..." "Relax," he laughed, "I'm just making you feel uncomfortable. It's working, isn't it?" "Yes, that it is," I agreed sheepishly. "I find that when talking to girls, if they get all tongue tied, I look a whole lot smoother." "No, you look like an ass," I shot back. "Why do you have to do it to me?" I whined. "Because, you're good to practice on," he said. "And, I'm your big brother and need to take my opportunities to make fun of you," he added. "Once again, I'd like to point out that you are an ass!" I let my annoyance show. "Aw, Cyn, you know I love you," he said, putting and arm around my waist and drawing me closer to him. He set me on the counter and took the washcloth from my hands and did it himself. "I was only teasing," he said sweetly as he wiped the soap from my face. "God, why is makeup so hard to get off?" he complained as he tried to gently rub it from my face. "Why bother?" I shrugged, "I dunno, its fun." "I fail to see the fun in this..." he said, holding up the darkened-with-makeup cloth. "Yes you do." I put my legs around him (I was in the perfect spot to do so, seeing as I was sitting on the counter and we were facing each other) and drew him closer. "You like babying your little sis," I smiled. "Brat," he said gruffly, and tried to hide his smile as he scrubbed my nose. "You do, I know you do!" It was my turn to tease him. "Fine," he gave in. "I. Love. My. Baby. Sis." He planted a kiss on my forehead, nose, chin, and both cheeks, one for each word. "But no telling," he whispered in my ear and gave me a peck on the lips. "It would ruin my manly reputation." My god! The second time he had kissed me that day. Maybe he was losing his mind too... "Never would tell a soul," I agreed. Maybe I would just ask him what was going on... "What's with all the kisses today?" I asked casually. "Feeling lovie-dovie?" I teased, trying to make it sound like I wasn't as curious as I was. "Eh, why not?" he said offhandedly. "Now get out," he slapped my butt lightly and pushed me off the counter. I skulked off to my room, still wondering what the hell was going on. In the morning we went off to school, knowing that mom would be home by the time we got back. It was nice to have her back. We managed well when she was away, but it always felt a little empty when she had to leave. The next Friday morning before school she reminded us that she would be leaving that day and would not get home till Monday again. We agreed and went on the short walk to school. "So, you have a hot date tonight?" asked John while we walked. "Huh? Um, no I don't..." I replied, suddenly noticing that I had nothing planned at all. Which seemed stupid because it was the last day of school. But all the parties I knew of where happening Saturday night. "So you'd let me take you out tonight then?" he asked. "What, you want to take me on a date?" I asked in disbelief. "I think you're losing it." "God no, not on a date," he said quickly, "Just, out... you know. Unless you have something better in mind, that is." I agreed and went off to my first period class, thinking that I pretty much had the sweetest brother ever. When we got home our mom was already gone, which she told us she would be. The bliss and relief of having finished the last day of school filled me and I hummed happily to myself as I got ready to go out. I slipped on a fairly casual dress that I hardly ever wore. It was a little shorter and a little lower than I would usually wear. It was a shirtdress type thing, with one of the belts around the waist and such. I had occasionally got up the nerve to wear it on a date or two, but usually chickened out. I looked in the mirror and decided that the navy blue actually set off my eyes perfectly. Then I remembered that I was only going out with John, and it really didn't matter much to him how I looked. I sighed, he was right... I needed a boyfriend. You know you need one when your own brother takes pity on you. I walked out of my room and stalked downstairs, feeling a bit sulky again. John wolf whistled when I came into the room. "Damn! Who knew I had such a hottie for a sister?" he joked. "Shut up," I said, although I felt a little bit better. He took my arm and we walked to the restaurant that was a few blocks away. "Johnnie," I scolded, "What are the neighbors thinking?" I asked. It wasn't like it was anything amorous, but it just felt exposed to be walking along like that with him for the world to see. "They're thinking that I just scored the hottest girl in town," he responded, making me blush fiercely. "Come on; relax," he said happily, "We're not doing anything wrong. Since when has it been a problem to hold my little sis's hand?" "You don't see me complaining," I said truthfully. And I wasn't complaining, I was really enjoying his new found affection for me. The rest of the evening was spent in a pleasant blur. Dinner was delicious and we went for a walk after it before heading back home. "Goodnight, Cynthia," he said as he hugged me in front of my bedroom door. "'Night," I retuned quietly. I stepped back into my room, finding that I was appreciating my brother more and more. Whatever women he ended up with would be a lucky one indeed. Then I shook myself back to my senses. What was I doing thinking like that? The next day I spent most of the sunny day by our pool, working up my tan before the festivities that night. I was below the water and choked, surfacing to see what pool-monster had attacked me. I coughed up water as I turned to John. "Surprise," he said playfully. He had somehow managed to slip into the pool without my notice and grab me from behind. "Damnit!" I spluttered. "Sorry, sweetie," he said, looking as though he wasn't very sorry and was greatly enjoying it. "Insufferable idiot brother," I muttered, still trying to rid my lungs of the water. "Fine," he said turning his back on me, "If that's what you think." "No, no, Johnnie," I pleaded, clinging to his back and feeling weightless in the water. He ignored my presence on him and climbed out of the pool. "I didn't mean it," I said, not letting go of him. I hated it when he was mad at me, even if he was only playing. "Get off," he said. I obeyed and my wet feet slapped against the pavement. "Johnnie," I begged him. "What?" he snapped, turning around. "Please, I was only joking," I said, putting my arms around his neck. "You know that, I was kidding... come on, I love you..." He looked at me, not with anger or teasing, but something else that I had never seen from him. He tilted his head to the side, "Ah hell," he said, sounding like he just gave in to something. "I know," he groaned. And then I recognized how he was looking at me. Longing. As soon as I registered it his lips had landed on mine. This kiss wasn't like the ones of the previous weekend. This was different, this was not the innocent kiss of a brother. Nor of a sister for that matter. I melted as I felt his warm lips meet mine. No boy had ever kissed me with that much tender passion before, not like they actually loved me. I kissed him back, I didn't even think about what I was doing. I just let my lips search hungrily for my brother's. Then it dawned on me what we were actually doing. I was filled with horror and guilt as I pulled away from him. He stumbled back a few steps, "I'm sorry," he stammered, but I was already running in side through the sliding door. I broke down in confused tears when I landed on my bed. What had I done? My brother had kissed me. I had kissed him back in a way that no sister should. And worst of all I liked it. Understatement. I loved it. It was more than anything I had ever dreamed of. I still felt his lips molded onto my own. I craved to feel it again. That only made me cry harder. What was I doing? I wanted my brother... I loved him. I heard him slam the door to his room shut across the hall from me. Part of me wanted to keep myself locked away indefinitely but the other part wanted desperately to go to him. After battling with myself, my softer half won over and I quietly knocked on his door "What?" he asked. "It's me," I said, trying, to no avail, to keep my voice from cracking. "Go away," he moaned quietly. I didn't push. I didn't even know what I would have said anyway. All I knew for sure was that I had been pushed into the forbidden territory of loving my brother, and his cold shoulder hurt more than anything. I wiped the tears from my face, trying to pull myself together. Maybe I had just overacted, misinterpreted the kiss. I shook my head. There was no innocent interpretation to be had. I sighed and resigned myself to getting ready for the party that night. There was only one solution that I could think of. Go to the party and make out with someone else. I would prove to myself the feelings I had when John kissed me were just from desperation and the need for affection from anyone. Nerves filled me as I looked through my closet and found the shortest skirt I owned. It was out of character for me to dress provocatively and strive for attention. But I wanted attention. I wanted to make sure at least one boy at the party wanted to hook up with me that night. I shimmied into my skirt and put on a floaty little cut off top. Then I brushed out my hair and let my light brown waves fall around my shoulders. Smokey makeup to finish off the look and I was ready to go. My plan of action with John was simple. Pretend nothing had happened head to the party together. It was easier said than done though. The second I saw John in the hallway a flood of emotions hit me and I struggled to keep a cool demeanor. I wanted that kiss so badly. "Cyn," he said softly when he saw me. "What are you wearing?" "I'm ready for a party," I said shortly. "In that?" "It's cute." "It's a little much." "Sorry, dad," I said, a little more scathingly that I had meant. He turned away, his jaw set as though determined not to respond. "Let's go then." The house the party was hosted at was classic SoCal mansion. Three times as big as our house with a pool that looked out on the beach. Lights were strung around the backyard twinkled in the dying light. "Cyn," one of my girlfriends bubbled when she saw me. "We're all doing shots in the kitchen, come on." Sweet Cyn I raised my eyebrows at Jonathan, wondering if he would protest or join. He did neither and was already walking away from us. "Absolutely," I said loudly and joined the group in the kitchen. A few shots later I was feeling tipsy and ready to prowl outside. I saw Cameron talking to a couple girls and I went over, acting far more confident than I felt. I sauntered over to him and touched his arm lightly, "Cam, can I have a word?" He looked shocked to see me. "Yeah," he said, "Excuse me," he excused himself from the girls he had been talking to. "You look amazing," he gawked at me. "Oh, it's nothing," I smiled. "Dance with me?" He nodded and we joined the group of gyrating teenagers. It was fun, but in a bland superficial way. I couldn't help but glance over his shoulder every so often, wondering where John was and what he was up to. I turned my back on him when I saw him standing very close to a curvy blonde girl who was standing on her toes to whisper something in her ear. "I need a drink," I told Cameron. "Let's go somewhere more private." He needed no more convincing than that to leave the crowded grounds outside and head inside. Reality was, it made me sick to watch Jonathan so close to the other girl. Every part of my body was screaming that it should be me there. I had to get away and distract myself. I took Cam by the hand and led him back into a spare room. "So, what are you doing for college?" Cam asked me. "I don't want to talk right now," I murmured, pulling him closer to me. "Oh," he looked surprised. "Really?" "Really," I breathed softly in his ear. "I thought you didn't want this..." "I want you, Cam. Don't you still want me?" "Yes," he moaned. He drew me against him and kissed me firmly. His hands moved from my back to ass, pulling me closer before backing me into the bed. Letting his hands wander my body felt wrong. I didn't want him like that. I didn't want him at all. My theory of him being a good distraction was failing spectacularly and I was beginning to want nothing more than to go back home alone and mope. "Stop, Cam," I tried to say between kisses. "What the hell, Cyn, you said you wanted this." "I'm sorry," I whimpered. He didn't seem inclined to stop. And my protests only made him push me harder into the bed. Suffocating me with kisses. "Please stop..." Suddenly Cam was ripped off of me. "You!" thundered John, who had Cam by the back to the neck. "Never touch her again," he growled, slamming Cam into the wall. "Jonnie," I squeaked in surprise. He threw Cam out of the room and rounded on me. "What the hell were you thinking?" "I don't know," I muttered. "What if I hadn't shown up? What then, Cyn?" Tears stung my eyes. All I had wanted was to forget the confusion of the day, but the only thing I had succeeded in was making John mad at me. "I'm sorry," I whispered, blinking back tears. "It's okay," he softened, sitting beside me. Tears began to stain my cheeks. "Did he hurt you, baby?" He took my face in his hand and forced me to look up at him. His hazel eyes looked like thick warm honey and the look he gave me was just as sweet. I closed my eyes, I couldn't stand it. I couldn't bare the way he looked at me. The longer I held his gaze the more I wanted to fall into him completely. He stroked my cheek softly with his thumb. I looked up into his big eyes that begged me to reassure him. "Did you kiss that girl," I asked. "What?" he sounded shocked. "That blonde girl," I prompted. "I saw the way she was looking at you." "No," he sounded confused. "No, why would I? Why does it matter?" "It doesn't," I shook my head, feeling stupid. "Cyn, talk to me." He took my hand gently in his. "What's going on?" I didn't know how to explain. I didn't know what to say. "Kiss me again, Jonnie," I said shyly. "What?" he looked completely taken aback. Had I misread something? Maybe he didn't want me. Panic flooded me. He was going to think I was insane, completely messed up. Totally pathetic. I looked away, flushing with embarrassment. Then John lifted my chin again—forced me to look up at him. "Are you sure?" he whispered. I nodded. He brushed his lips against mine, tentatively at first, searching to see if it was okay. I responded eagerly. I put aside the doubt and guilt I felt building in me and let my body take over. I needed this. I needed my brother to be my man. "Let's go home," I murmured. "We shouldn't be seen like this." The second we got through the door he swept me into his arms again. My slender frame nestled perfectly into his musculature. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me up the stairs and into his room, delivering me to his bed. "You know this is wrong..." mumbled John through kisses. "I know. But Johnnie," I begged, "you started it." "I know," I sighed, rolling onto his back. "What's wrong?" I asked. I had thought so certainly that he was feeling the same way I was. It didn't take an expert to tell that from the way his pants were bulging, some part of him wanted me. "Johnnie..." I hesitated, "Are you not attracted to me?" "Lil sis, me not being attracted to you is definitely not the issue. Ever since you started growing up I haven't been able to keep my eyes off of you." "I know it's wrong but," I bit my lip, "I want you." Perhaps it was all the shots of vodka that I had taken that night that had loosened my tongue. Perhaps it was the fact that I had dealt with the internal battle all day about just how wrong it was. Either way it was giving me the courage to speak the truth. He looked torn, but clearly not enough to stop him from pushing me back into his blankets and planting kisses all over me. He body pushed into mine as our tongues searched hungrily for each other. I could feel his hard on against my thigh and that only served to excite me further. "More," I moaned, reaching down to unbuckle his belt. I didn't remember ever feeling that way before. In fact, that was the point that I usually stopped at because the thought of pleasing some boy for two minutes before he made a mess was just, well...messy. But I wanted Jonathan. I wanted to know all of him and my little nudge of encouragement was all he needed to let his hesitance drop and submit to the desire. He slipped my shirt off and unsnapped my bra easily. It made me wonder just how many times he had done it and how many girls got to feel this with him. He tore the bra off and cupped my breasts softly, one thumb moving over my nipple while he suckled the other one. Every little flick of the tongue he gave sent goose bumps down my spine and made my nipples so hard they hurt. "You are so beautiful," he murmured. He drank in the sight of my pert tits before rubbing and sucking at my nipples which were now looked like little pencil erasers. "They're okay?" I breathed. Who knows how they would compare to the other racks he'd seen. And I know he had seen plenty. Despite how sweet my brother was, he was a stud and it didn't go unnoticed. "They're perfect—amazing. You have no idea, sis." He palmed my tits again. I reached down to finish what I had started with his pants and nervously pulled out throbbing member. It felt warm and rock hard in my slim fingers. I looked down and swallowed; I had seen dicks before but not like his. It was at least an inch longer than my last boyfriends and I was amazed that I could actually wrap my hand around it. I gulped, "I knew you were big, but I didn't know it was like this..." "Oh yeah? And how did you know I was big in the first place?" I blushed. "Spying on your big brother, perv?" he teased. "I've lived with you for nineteen years—I've see a hard on or two." "And how did you feel when you saw it?" "Embarrassed," I admitted. "Jealous." "Jealous that I have a big dick?" he grinned. "Jealous that you were almost always sticking it in someone else." "No...you have nothing to be jealous of," he said quietly. "Those girls weren't like you, Cyn. I never loved them, not like I love you. I could never love anyone like I love you. You're my little sister, my baby girl; no one else is like that. Besides," he added playfully, "you shouldn't be jealous of being my one night stand. You couldn't handle it." "Why not?" "Because," he said, flipping over so that I was straddling him, "I am the best lay you'll ever have, sis." "Jonnie..." I traced circles on his stomach with my fingers shyly. His cock was still trapped between my legs, rubbing against my panties. "I'm just playing, lil sis," he said, taking my sudden hesitation as insult. "No, it's not that. It's just—I've never..." I took a breath, "I want you to be my first." His jaw dropped. "God, Cyn, I knew you were shy but I thought you had—you're really still a virgin?" "Jesus, it's embarrassing enough without you making fun of me too." I rolled off him. "No, no," he said hastily. "I love it, sweetie. But why did you wait so long?" "I guess I just wanted it to be the right time and the right person and I kept waiting for it to come along and then I realized it was right in front of me the whole time." "My god, I love you so much," he breathed. He covered me in kisses, head to toe. He paused only to take off my panties and reveal my pink bald pussy (something I had been in the habit of maintaining ever since I started dating). I watched as he spread me apart, teasing at the entrance of my tight, wet hole. I could see the tip of his finger glistening with my cum already and could feel it starting to trickle down my ass crack at he got me more and more aroused. He finally slipped one finger inside me and stroked me slowly. He began to work my clit over with his tongue, sucking it between his lips as it got more and more swollen. I watched him move one hand down to his manhood and stroke it as he continued to eat me out. Pre-cum beaded on the head and I knew he was well ready to go. I pulled him up to me again and took his dick from his hand, stroking it like I had watched him do. "Are you sure?" he asked as I rubbed the head against my virgin hole. "Yes." I trusted my brother more than anyone in the world. I wanted to give this part of myself to him. He helped me guide his thick shaft in. My pussy was sopping wet, yes, but I still cried out when he finally managed to get the head in. "Are you okay?" he asked tenderly, pausing so I could get used to feeling so full already. I nodded. I wanted to be good for him. I wanted him to still want me. "Keep going." I wrapped my arms around his neck and dug my nails into his back as he forced his way into my young hole. As he finally managed to stuff his cock inside me, pleasure started to consume me. I looked up at him longingly. "Make love to me now," I whispered. "Show your little sister what it's like to be with a man." He groaned as he pulled out of me before thrusting himself back in. My pussy clamped around him, like it never wanted to be empty again, and he began to fuck me slowly. Long, deep, thrusting strokes that sent shudders of pleasure mixed with fading pain through my body. "Baby, you're so tight and wet," he moaned. "You're going to make me cum." I wrapped my legs around him tightly. I needed to know how it felt to have him explode inside of me. And I found out. Jet after jet of hot cum hit the back of my pussy and filling me up before he collapsed beside me. I knelt shyly between his legs and began to lick my cum slowly off his dick and then take it in my mouth completely. I saw him shudder but a slow smile spread across his face and I slowly worked my tongue around his cock, teasing him back into hardness. "Where'd you learn that trick, sis?" he asked. I just winked at him and said, "I want to fuck you now, 'kay?" He grinned and I took that as all the invitation I needed to guide his cock back into my cum filled pussy. This time I rode him, experimenting with how it felt at different angles, and learning how to take his thick piece best. He toyed with my nipples as I started to ride him faster. I bounced up and down on his cock, grinding myself into him as the pressure built in my pelvis. I fingered my clit vigorously, rubbing it in little circles the same way I did when I pleasured myself alone and making my pussy drip cum all over John. He stared at me wide eyed and in awe as I took control and pursued the orgasm I craved. "You like it when I ride your cock, huh?" I asked, as he moaned loudly. He nodded. "You like knowing that your baby sister needs to fuck your cock nice and hard so she cum real good for you?" "I didn't know you were gonna be such a dirty little girl for me," he grinned. "Fuck, Jonnie, fuck," I started to moan louder. He knew what I was going to say next and started to fuck me hard. "I'm gonna cum for you...oh god. Fuck yes." I couldn't hold the feeling any longer and my body shook as I finally let go. My pussy gushed cum onto my brother's cock as it clamped over and over on him until it pushed him over the edge and he was filling me with another round of his semen. That time I was the one to collapse on the bed. Pure exhaustion filled me and body still tingled from my orgasm. John stroked my hair as I curled against his chest. "Are you on the pill, sweetie?" he asked after a while. "No...but I should be. From now on we should be more careful." "'From now on'... you mean you want to keep doing this?" he asked. "You're the one who said I'd never be able to stand being your one night stand," I teased. "I'm serious." "I love you Jonnie, and I love being with you like this, I know it's wrong but—" "But I couldn't think of anything more divine to do with my sister," he finished for me. "That's twisted." "I know," he laughed.