55 comments/ 77893 views/ 38 favorites Twisted Fate By: jiskitten I sat in the seventh row, dead center, taking occasional glances at the empty seat beside me. My foot tapped nervously against the crunchy amber grass as I peeked at the stragglers finding their seats, hoping to catch a glimpse of my frazzle-haired mom, ticket clutched between her thin fingers. But some things are simply not meant to be. It was pretty clear that, yet again, mom would be a no-show. There was never a good reason for it really, just lack of interest I guess, and, truth be told, I'd stopped caring long ago. But Marissa, well, she clung tirelessly to hope. Gnashing my teeth, my eyes returned to the stage. My body inched across the span between the two seats, hoping the shear emptiness of the one could be obscured by my broad shoulders. That's what it's always been like for us, Marissa and me, each making certain the other was protected. It wasn't something we'd ever talked about or planned, it was just something we did, on instinct. We were always close, but you kind of have to be when there's no one else looking out for you. So we'd learned to adapt, adjust, and keep each other's secrets, as if the fate of the world depended on it. "Warren, Marissa," Principal Tanner's deep voice echoed through the P.A. system and I scrambled to my feet, using the opportunity to shield her from the still vacant chair beside me. I applauded as I watched Marissa step onto the stage, shoulders back, head high, proud. Her thick tawny waves pulled back in a loose ponytail against her neck, her long legs pushing her quickly across the stage. I smiled as she yanked the diploma from Tanner's hand and spun toward the audience, fist pumping in the air. I waved her track jersey in the air and her sapphire eyes found mine, gleaming, as she mouthed "I did it." I couldn't have been prouder. Somehow my own achievements held less excitement than watching her revel in her own. But my heart sank as her eyes panned the space around me and the color drained from her face. Briefly, her eyes returned to mine and with a slight shrug she moved off the stage, her shoulders, her head, now sagging slightly under the heavy weight of disappointment. I flopped back into my seat, no longer bothering to hide the obvious absence of our mother, and waited impatiently as the last few seniors crept across the stage and collected their diplomas. The ceremony ended while the marching band eked out a craptastic cover of School's Out. A flurry of burgundy caps floated in the air like autumns leaves, before tumbling down to earth. Slowly the rows of proud parents began to empty and I followed; a lone steer in a directionless herd. "Hey!" I grasped Marissa's wrist and pulled her in for a hug. "Congratulations graduate!" "She didn't come," she whispered against my chest, her loose curls tickling my neck as she clung to me. "But I'm here," I offered, twisting my fingers through her hair and pulling her a little tighter. "I know, I'm sorry," Marissa croaked and I could hear the tears in her voice. "Thanks for being here. I guess I'm feeling..." she stammered, shaking her head. "Jesse decided this morning was a good time for us to breakup, so I... I don't know, I guess I just hoped that for once... you know..." "Mom's... well, she's mom and Jesse's a douche," I said, feigning nonchalance while silently aching. "Let me guess, pre-college liberation?" "Pretty much," she forced a smile and offered a shrug. It hadn't been love with Jesse but, still, you'd think he would have waited until after graduation. "You deserve better," I told her, because she did, she deserved a lot better. "So I was thinking we could go to that little Japanese joint you like so much, maybe get toasted on some sake tonight. What do ya say?" I offered in an encouraging tone, hoping to get her mind in a better place. "Can't, I'm going to Kara's graduation party, maybe tomorrow okay?" "Deal," I conceded, "Japanese tomorrow." Marissa threw her arms around my neck and planted a huge kiss against my cheek. "You're the best," she whispered. "Thank you for everything... especially for being you." I drove us home and sat on the edge of the tub, listening intently as Marissa chatted away about her summer plans and college; watching as she lined her bright blue eyes with black kohl and brushed on a shimmering gold shadow, her pouty lips already stained crimson. She was a beautiful girl, smart, sensitive, funny, and Jesse was an ass, I thought absently. Marissa smiled when she caught me staring and let out a little giggle. "What are you thinking about?" she asked. "We should move out," I replied, it seemed as good a time as any to pose the idea. We'd always done everything together and college was no exception. So when she got her acceptance letter back in March, moving out seemed the next logical step. Marissa had been the only reason I'd stayed home, knowing neither of us was equipped to handle that kind of distance, that level of separation. But the two hour commute was awful. "I was thinking we could get a little two bedroom somewhere close to campus, maybe even within walking distance." "You think?" Her smile broadened, excitement gleaming in her eyes. "Oh Matt, could we? Could we really?" "Sure, why not?" Unless they do an FBI background check, I think I'm employable," I chortled. "Matthew Warren, petty larcenist and all-around scoundrel," playfully she chided. "Oh, Matt, I love it! I have some money saved, I could totally come up with the deposit," she squealed, hopping onto my lap and nearly sending us backward into the tub. "Let's do it, let's find a place, Matt." "I'll start looking tonight." After Marissa left for Kara's party, I flipped open my laptop and perused the apartment listings. I smiled to myself at the idea, this perfect, wonderful idea finally being realized. No psycho dorm-mates, no torturous commute, no more mom, just me and Marissa, two people who fit like hand and glove, best of friends and the only constants in each others' lives. I made my little list of possibilities and near midnight I powered down my laptop, popped in a cheesy '80's flick and settled into bed, feeling my lids slump as the images on the screen grew hazy. A succession of loud thumps jostled me awake and I strained to identify the sound, prepared to grab the baseball bat beside my bed and start swinging. When Marissa's soft giggle filled the air, followed by another loud thump, I released the breath I'd been holding and chuckled as I imagined her stumbling for her room. "Must've been a great party," I mumbled to myself. Another laugh, louder this time, cut through the still air of the house and again I found myself chuckling. I tossed the blankets off my legs and walked into the hallway. "Hey drunkie," I said, standing over Marissa's twisted body. "Hey yourself," she slurred, her eyes crossing as she stared up at me. "Time for bed." I knelt beside her and slid my hands beneath her arms, hoisting her to her wobbly feet. "Not sleepy," she whined loudly, releasing the tension in her muscles and collapsing her body to the floor like a wet noodle. "You're gonna wake mom," I said. "Stupid mom." Marissa stuck out her tongue and blew me a raspberry. I shook my head and started for my room, but she reached out and fumbled for my ankle, nearly tripping me. "No, no, no, not leaving me... you aren't... please?" She rolled her head back and stared at me with her big blue eyes. "Fine," I sighed, pulling her to her feet again. "You're a freakin' lush, you know that?" Marissa just giggled as I dragged her into my room and flopped her onto my bed. "You're naked." She pointed at me and laughed, then grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the bed where we tangled awkwardly, legs and arms -- and I think a breast or two -- collided in a mash of flesh. I panicked for a second and shot up, looking down to find my boxers firmly in place. "I'm not naked you drunkard." "Naked and spinning... maybe the room is the spinny thing," she garbled and then pouted at me, clumsily unraveling from her flowy coral summer dress. "Marissa! You can't be naked in here," I scolded. "Why no... not?" she giggled and fell back onto the bed, arms twisted in thin spaghetti straps. My eyes drifted to her breasts, now barely concealed, and found myself lost in the reality of her bra-less body. Something about that concept stirred in me a twisted kind of arousal. I gave myself a swift mental kick in the ass and grabbed her wrists, pulling her up. But I only managed to abet her fight for liberation. In one slippery move, she'd broken free of both me and the dress, and wriggled beneath my sheets in just her panties. "Ta-da!" she slurred triumphantly. "Now we're even! See?" She was cute, I'd give her that. "You're gonna have such a hangover," I grumbled, turning off the light and plopping down on the far side of the bed, keeping myself above the covers. My hope was that the liquid sedation would take over and Marissa would simply drift off to sleep. But she clearly had other ideas. Marissa wiggled closer, nestling in against my side, her head coming to a rest against my chest. But this was okay. We did this all the time, except for the practically naked part. I sighed, feeling defeated but also a little more relaxed. This was Marissa, my sister, not one of the few sorority girls I'd banged over the last two years of college. This was different, this was safe. I watched Marissa closely out of the corner of my eye, taking in her peaceful frame, the soft blue light of the television glowing against her golden skin, her eyes heavy from what smelled like whiskey. I felt her hand move beneath the sheet and my breath caught as she slipped it across my chest, pulling her body tight against mine. "My leg," she said, her voice thick with alcohol, as her bare thigh slipped from beneath the sheet and came to rest against my hip, "tickle it." Sure, I could definitely do that. My fingertips swept across her skin in haphazard patterns, never venturing too closely to her barely concealed breast, a thin veil of cotton the only thing left between us. I could just make out the shape of her nipple, puffy and full. My breath caught again as I considered what it would feel like, what it might taste like against my tongue. I bit down hard against my lower lip in silent reprimand, concentrating instead on tickling Marissa's leg, trying to focus on the normalcy of that routine. It was something she loved and would oftentimes present me with a bare arm or leg to tickle. I was used to touching her skin, there was never a moment I'd considered it anything more than a way to make her happy. "Mmmm," she moaned, her voice a velvety purr, "feels yummy." "Good," I squeaked, then cleared my throat. "Good," I repeated, trying to keep my tone flat and unaffected. I glanced at her but her lids had pulled closed. My eyes grazed her body, now barely covered, the sheet just an inch shy of revealing her tender nipple. I felt my mouth water as I, again, thought of what it might taste like. I considered how it would feel between my lips, growing taut and perked in my mouth, while I rolled my tongue across its tender flesh. How I would gently clench it between my teeth and flick the tip of my tongue over its tiny little peak. I closed my eyes and imagined its tight, rippled skin tracing across my lips before sinking it deep into my mouth; my tongue cupping around it as my fingers played against the soft flesh of her breast. I could almost hear her moaning, begging me to fuck her with my hard cock -- Shit! I silently yelped, looking down between my legs at the distinct pitch in my boxers. My sister, her body, her mouth, her nipple, had gotten me hard and that was the absolute antithesis of okay. I tried to focus on other things, the pile of laundry I had sitting in the corner of the closet, the oil change I'd been neglecting for the past three months, mean old men kicking puppies, dead things all rotted and filled with bugs. Anything, anything at all to keep from thinking about Marissa's puffy little nipple just inches away from my mouth. Nothing worked. "Tickle my leg," Marissa whined, wiggling her body to get my attention. Except she already had my attention -- fully. "Sorry," I murmured, tracing her thigh with my fingertips. With my free hand I gathered the loose folds of the sheet she'd abandoned, in an attempt to drape it over the tent in my boxers. But I could only negotiate a tiny sliver, the rest seemed locked under her leg. I offered the sheet a gentle tug and nearly gathered enough to pile against my groin. The final tug revealed that taunting nipple and my eyes locked on it as if it were deadly snake. "Um, sorry," I blurted, averting my eyes and nodding to her exposed flesh. But Marissa ignored me. With a deep yawn she settled her face against my shoulder, blowing warm whiskey breath against my neck. That awful nipple was now resting against my chest, staring at me, as if demanding to be touched. I took a deep breath and considered my options. Really there were only two; attempt to ignore the insistent nipple or expose my thumping cock. But those choices were abruptly ripped from my grasp as Marissa leaned across my body, her fucking nipple grazing my chin as she grabbed the remote from the nightstand and turned off the television. I lay frozen and rigid beneath her body as she came to rest against me, draped across me like a warm, fleshy blanket. Fuck, I thought, as panic and desire wrestled in my brain. "You have to go to your room," I said, attempting to pry her arms from around my neck. This was definitely crossing the line, but with any luck I could just get her into her own bed and pretend that none of this had ever happened. Given the situation, it seemed a fair bet she wouldn't even remember this come tomorrow. "Don't want to," she muttered against my mouth, her lips pressing against mine. "Fuck me, Jesse." Jesse? Double fuck, I thought. I was about to protest, to push her away again and kick her out of my room, when her hand slipped beneath my boxers and found my cock. Her fingers clutched tightly around it, offering it a gentle tug, and when my lips parted to let an unexpected groan escape my throat, Marissa spilled her plush tongue into my mouth. God she was delicious, even with the taste of whiskey coating her mouth. Marissa's tongue twined with mine, hot and eager, almost vicious, as her lips moved against me. For a moment I got lost in it, unable to conjure a single valid reason to stop her. Suddenly I was thinking about that mouth of hers, that tongue, what it would feel like wrapped around my dick. Her full pink lips around the pink flesh of my shaft as she moved her mouth over me, around me, sucking me in. As her tongue twisted against mine I imagined it rolling the length of my cock, stopping at the curve of its thick head as she flicked her luscious tongue across the top, collecting the beads of cum now wasted on her panties. Her panties, I thought suddenly, as I recognized the slippery feel of silk against me. Marissa's hips ground against mine as she straddled me and, through her thin silk panties, I could feel her pussy sliding the length of my shaft. The two inch width of paper thin fabric was the only thing keeping us from making a terrible mistake. One misplaced, abrasive thrust and it was all over. My cock was precariously positioned between her hand and her pussy, with nowhere to go. But, shit, it felt good, and since I'd abandoned all logic at that point, I thrust back, enjoying the friction. Marissa responded, sliding her hand beneath my neck and pulling me against her. Her mouth was feral, carnal, and moved against mine with more passion than I'd ever experienced. Marissa's mouth was incredible and the deeper she kissed me, the more I wanted to feel it around my throbbing erection. I found my hands winding up her sides and around her shoulders, spilling and twining through her thick waves, pulling her mouth closer, kissing her deeper. My cock was still pulsing in her hand and, shit, I wanted to fuck her. "Put it in your mouth," I blurted against her tongue, realizing a moment too late that it was the absolute wrong thing to say. Kissing my drunk sister had already crossed a dangerous line. Her pussy chafing against my cock, her hand around me, those too were dreadful mistakes, but once we started messing around for real, well, that was pushing it beyond the realm of absurd. For fuck's sake this was my baby sister. The same one I'd walked to kindergarten everyday because she was afraid to ride the bus. The same one I took to the park when our mom forgot to come home. This was the little girl I'd cooked mac and cheese for and read stories to every night, sequestered under our tent of blankets with a flashlight tucked beneath my chin. My sister, my only sister, the only person in the entire world I'd ever promised never to hurt, and meant it. This person, I had known since her very first breath and would know until my last, depended on me always to make the right decisions. "No," I blurted frantically as her mouth left mine and her body began to snake down my chest. My hands tangled in her hair as I reached for her, my knees falling open as I sat up, fumbling through the dark to hold on to her. I felt her hands on my thighs, her nails digging into my skin as her beautiful, perfect mouth slipped over the head of my cock. My heart slammed against my ribs, beating, pounding, slamming again and again, as if attempting to escape. No! I screamed inside my head but the sensation, the feeling of her mouth around me was so glorious, so perfect, I couldn't stop her, not anymore, not even if I wanted to, and I wasn't certain that I did. "Ah, fuck... Marissa," I groaned as her mouth consumed me. With a thud I fell back against the mattress, lost in the sensation of her lips, tight and warm, wet, gliding down my shaft. Her tongue, just as moments ago I had imagined it, so perfect, swirling along my shaft, exploring me, tracing the thick vein that ran its length. With every stroke she took me deeper, until I felt myself pierce the back of her throat. Her hands wrap around my balls, delicately cupping them, cradling them, while gently running her long nails against their sensitive skin. A little moan escaped her chest as she held me deep, stroking my balls and sucking at the thick base of my cock, her mouth clutched tightly around me. Now I couldn't conjure even one of the reasons I'd thought of before, the reasons this was wrong, so terribly wrong. Now I wished more than anything I had the nerve to turn on the light, to watch her beautiful lips wrap around me, to watch my cock sliding between them. Oh fuck I wanted to see that, to watch her as she took me deep, my shaft disappearing into her mouth and sliding back out, her glistening saliva coating me. God I wanted to see her take me whole, pumping me in and out of her mouth, her tongue flicking over the head of my cock when she let me pop out, the way her lips spread as I sank back in. The thoughts alone made me want to cum. Again my fingers tangled in her hair, only now they encouraged her, silently begging her to fuck me with that sublime mouth. I tipped my hips toward her face, shoving my cock deeper, groaning as I felt it slide into her throat. I pulled back slowly, letting her mouth glide over me, her tongue flickering over the head, catching the little pearls of cum beading there. I urged her forward again, pressing myself back in, pushing as deep as she could take me. And she took me, all of me, until I felt her mouth reach the base of my cock. A coarse, humming moan filled her mouth, vibrating her tongue against me. Again she slipped me out, more slowly this time, rolling her tongue along the bottom of my shaft and stopping at the delicate little spot beneath the head, where she flicked her tongue, tickling it. It drove me crazy, I no longer wanted to cum, I wanted her mouth to suck me forever, bringing me to the very edge and letting come down slowly. Twisted Fate Her fingers curled around my balls, offering a gentle squeeze, as her plump lips moved down my cock, faster now. I felt her head begin to bob, her mouth slipping, sliding along my cock, hungry. Marissa rolled my balls in her cupped palm, tugging softly as her mouth pumped against me. I tried, with all my energy, I tried to ignore the building storm, the desire to cum, but her mouth, oh my god, her mouth. I thrust back, pouring deep inside, a groan filling my throat as my balls tightened in her palm. My hips pitched again and again, matching her rhythm, feeling the intensity grow until the only thing left was my cock and the sweet, wet, steady rhythm of her warm mouth. One last thrust and I held her there, cock buried deep between her lips, thickening, pulsing, my fingers tangled in her hair. My head swam in a hazy sea, as if the blood had drained from my body and flooded into my cock, leaving nothing but the sensation of Marissa's lips around me. I pulled a pillow over my face and bit back the roar that filled my chest. My pelvis twitched and I felt myself coming, ribbons of my seed spilling against Marissa's tongue, pooling in her mouth, pouring down her throat. I felt her pouty lips tighten around me, felt her swallow, felt her mouth sucking me, milking me, seeking every last drop until there was nothing more. She bathed me, cleaned me with her tongue, her mouth, leaving nothing behind. My little sister swallowed my cum, her full, pink lips milking every ounce from the tip. Marissa crawled up my body and immediately found my mouth, the taste of my orgasm still heavy on her tongue. Her glorious, full lips still tingled from my cock. My cock, I repeated in my mind, my cock in her mouth. I kissed her back fiercely then, thinking about her lips around me, thinking how unbelievably good it felt, the best I'd ever known, and now wishing I didn't feel that way. Her tongue filled my mouth, desperate, eager, and I gasped from her intensity, her hands touching me, exploring me. She wasn't done. It was so clear she wanted more, expected more. But there was no way I could fuck her. As much as I wanted to, as easy as it would be to get hard again, as turned on as she was making me, there was no way I could. I felt her body collapse against the bed, her arms twisting me sideways, pulling me on top of her. "My turn," she breathed across my tongue. "Make me cum." I rolled away and groaned in frustration. Somehow, in my twisted, mixed up head, I'd allowed it to make sense because I was Jesse, right? I mean, at least that's what she thought. I think. But still, they were my lips she was kissing, my dick she'd held in her mouth, I came in her for fuck's sake. My thoughts were shattered by her mouth on mine again, her soft, warm tongue easily finding its way between my welcoming lips. I felt her hand grasp mine as she pulled it toward her chest, abandoning it against her beautiful, full breast. Her heartbeat raced beneath my fingertips, her flesh trembled, and suddenly all reason, all hesitation was gone and the only thing I wanted to do was taste her. I wanted to taste every inch of her, from that soft, puffy nipple to her glistening pussy. My mouth released hers and travelled down the sharp contours of her jaw and along the gentle slope of her neck, kissing, licking, tasting every inch of her sweet skin. I heard Marissa's breathing quicken as her fingers twisted through my hair, I could feel the subtle pressure from her hands, urging me down, guiding me toward that delicious, delicate spot between her legs. But I was in no hurry, I wanted to enjoy the taste of her skin, all of it. I would get there eventually but on the way I wanted to drive her crazy, just as she'd done to me. I rolled my tongue along the arch of her collar bone before sinking my lips into the shallow well of her neck. My fingers stroked the soft skin of her breast, marveling at the way it seemed to come alive in a spray of goose bumps. Marissa's hips begin to rock against my abdomen, I could feel her desperation as her pelvis tipped toward me, pleading with my tongue to hurry along its journey. She wanted to feel my mouth against her, my fingers inside her, pumping in and out, filling her, caressing her tender g-spot, and I intend to give her that and more, but not before she was ready to explode. I swirled my tongue, my lips, in long, lazy circles around her breasts, kissing, suckling. That little nipple, dark pink, no longer puffy but tight and perked, grazed my lips. I rolled it gently between my teeth, just as I'd imagined, flicking my tongue against it tender peak. A gasp escaped Marissa's mouth as my fingers pulled down her panties and found her pussy. Shit, she was wet, so wet. My fingers played in the soft folds of her flesh, mixing with her velvety cum, while I pulled her nipple deep into my mouth. I toyed with her, slowly dipping my fingers inside before withdrawing my hand and gliding my slippery fingers over her nipples, tasting her delicate cream against her taut flesh. Over and over I played with her, until she was squirming beneath me, her hips writhing against my stomach, begging me. When she began to whimper I finally gave in and licked and kissed my way down her tight tummy, my shoulders sliding beneath her thighs, feeling them eagerly fall open against my arms. I couldn't see her pussy but I could feel its heat, I could sense the slick folds of its perfect flesh just inches from my lips. I blew my warm breath against her pleading, aching skin and felt her legs tremble against me. She smelled delicious and the heady scent filled my nose, making my mouth water. I wanted to taste her, to get lost in the silky feel of her cunt but I wanted her to ask for it again. I needed to hear those words, just to be certain it's what she truly wanted. I knew it didn't make sense, didn't make it right, but I still wanted her permission. Again my hot breath blew across her flesh, causing her whole body to twist between my hands. She moaned faintly and stretched her hips toward me, but it wasn't enough, she needed to say it. Just say the word, I thought, and I'll give you anything you want. Marissa hooked her heels behind my arms and pulled me closer, twisting toward me until my lips pressed against her wet slit. But I didn't give in to her demands, not yet. Instead, I let her linger. It took a few moments, but with a frustrated groan she finally gushed the magic words. "Please, Jesse, make me cum... please." So I was still Jesse. That was okay, it made it easier actually, easier to justify, easier to convince myself that it was somehow alright. Jesse could take the credit, I was alright with that, in fact it was better that way. I just wanted to make her cum, to taste her, and tomorrow we would be Matt and Marissa again, just as always, devoted brother and sister. I spread her open, gently pushing aside the slender folds of her labia with my fingers, feeling the firm edges of her clit against my lips. She was slick and smooth, wet, with just the tiniest little patch of neatly cropped hair above her pussy. It was killing me that I couldn't see it, that all I was left with was my sense of touch and smell. And now taste, I thought, as I swept my tongue along the edges of her wet slit, dipping inside. "Oh," she gasped, "fuck!" I drew her little pearl into my mouth, teasing it between my lips as my tongue floated around the edges. A delicate flutter tore through her abdomen and I knew she was ready for me. My cock was so hard I wanted to climb her body and sink it in, I wanted to slam it inside and feel her walls tighten around me, feel her wet cunt envelope me, pull me in. Oh god I wanted to fuck her so badly -- Instead I slipped my middle finger inside, very slowly, pulling it out when I felt her move to take me deeper. My lips hummed a soft melody against her clit as I slipped inside her again, rolling my finger around in search of that tender little spot. When she gasped I knew I'd found it. A second finger now, working in tandem, strumming inside her as her muscles clenched around me. My mouth, my tongue, humming and sucking, licking her perky clit; her beautiful body now writhing against me, pushing me deeper as my fingers drummed against her g-spot. I could hear her soft pants, a gentle mewling, spilling from her mouth. I sucked her clit into my mouth, holding it there as my fingers pumped inside her, slamming in a third while I rolled my tongue against her. "I'm, ah," she panted, arching her back, driving me deeper, "gonna cum." Marissa's nails dug into my neck as she held me tight against her, her hips rocking, plowing me into her. A sharp moan flew from her mouth, her body quivering, then a little squeal and her walls tightened around my fingers, a warm trickle of cum gliding between them. I left my fingers there, buried deep inside, as my tongue explored her soft flesh. She was so wet, so delicious, her cum pooling in my palm. I licked her, consumed her, immersed myself in her flavor, laved her just as she'd done to me, savoring the taste of her orgasm against my tongue, the orgasm I'd given her. "Fuck me," she muttered, her voice breathy and thick. It was too much, I was losing my grip, losing all ability to think rationally. A frustrated groan spilled from my lips, slick with her orgasm. My cock was screaming, wailing, demanding to be sated, the blood rushing through it causing a painful ache. I crawled up Marissa's slender body and let the head of my cock press against her, I could feel her opening for me, seeking me. As her hips tipped toward me, Marissa's lips met mine; her mouth, so full, so luscious, kissing me, moaning against my tongue. "Do it," she murmured, licking her cum from my lips. "You want my cock in you?" I muttered, unable to think beyond the throb between my legs. Marissa moaned, her mouth never leaving mine, as she spread her legs wider and rolled her hips. I slid my cock against her slippery pussy. Back and forth I rubbed against her, feeling her swollen flesh reaching for me, begging me to fill her. I grabbed my cock and rolled the head between her lips, feeling them part for me, amazed by how close we were to fucking. I wanted Marissa. Though I hadn't fully committed to it there was no doubt how badly I wanted this. It had always been special between us, never like this, but it was always something more than what other people had. As much as the idea of being inside her bothered me, it also felt right somehow, as if it were always meant to be. Maybe it was selfish, no, forget that, it was definitely selfish, but what if Marissa was the one, the one I was supposed to have forever? But if that were true, I wouldn't have to pretend to be someone I'm not. And that's precisely what I was doing right now. "Oh god, fuck me, Jesse, fuck me, I need you inside me, I need your cock." Yep, clearly I was still Jesse and Jesse could fuck her. I couldn't, but Jesse certainly could, even though he didn't deserve to. But I wasn't Jesse and regardless of what she thought, drunk as she was, I still knew the truth. "Please," Marissa groaned, pushing herself against me, trying to wedge me in. Shit, I wanted this. No more thinking, I scolded myself, she wanted this too. My cock pressed against her vagina, I could feel it yielding, opening, welcoming me in. I pushed harder, until her tight little hole began to swallow me, gulping me in, pulling me deeper. Her walls tightened around me in wonderful constriction, pulsing against me and drawing me toward her belly. I held myself there, halfway in, trying to summon the courage to push deeper, but I couldn't. If this was what she wanted, it was up to her. "If you want it," I whispered in her mouth, "take it." Her hips lifted beneath me and pitched against mine, her cunt slamming against my cock, driving me in. "Like this?" she panted in my mouth, pressing her body tight against mine. "Just like that," I whispered, plunging my tongue into her mouth. Now I could fuck her. Now that she took that step, pushing me inside her, taking what she wanted, only now could I give her what she asked for. For a moment I got carried away, pounding inside of her, thrusting like a fifteen year old boy, losing myself in the sensation. But I wanted it to last, to enjoy those moments, moments I might never have again, to experience Marissa in a way far more personal than any I'd ever expected. I wanted to relish it all. I slowed my breathing and kissed her mouth, taking a moment to enjoy the beat of her heart against my chest, quick as a humming bird's wings. Her warm breath blew in short pants across my tongue as I lay against her, buried deep inside, our bodies hot and slick. I felt her legs constrict around me, her heels against my thighs, as she pushed me deeper. She shuddered beneath me, nails raking my skin, my back enflamed. I strained against the pressure of her legs, pulling back, sliding myself out slowly and marveling at the way her walls closed in behind me. Marissa wiggled against me, pulling with her thighs, pushing with her hips, desperate to be filled, her pussy clutching me like a tiny hand. I pushed forward again, sliding back in, feeling her muscles tugging me deeper, her walls opening and then clamping around me, so tight. The head of my cock bumped her cervix, eliciting a sharp gasp. Slowly I withdrew again, a long, deliberate stroke. Back in again, gradually filling her; again and again, a steady, perfect rhythm, prolonging our moments and blissfully tying them together. Marissa's back arched beneath me and a tiny squeal slipped from her mouth as I felt her abdomen quiver. I pushed back in, tipping my hips against hers, sinking as deep as our bodies would allow. I held myself there as her pelvis hitched, guiding my cock where she wanted it to go, her body shuddering as orgasm consumed her. My fingers swept across the concave of her belly, feeling the spasms coursing through her loins, and I smiled, knowing they were because of me. There was something so insanely sexy about making my sister cum, that I could be that to her, do that to her, it drove me wild. I could feel every inch inside her, I knew where my cock was buried, I could see her body in my mind, that body I'd know anywhere. My palm traced her tight tummy as I sank deeper, farther, all the way in. There, right there -- my hand stopped over the spot and I pressed down against her belly -- that's where my cock was inside of her. I wished I could feel it from the outside, my cock buried all the way inside my sister's beautiful little tummy. "I'm inside you," I said, my voice trembling, "fuck, Marissa, I'm inside you... I'm so deep inside you... can you feel it? Can you feel how close we are?" "Matt," she uttered softly, "my sweet, perfect, Matt." Something about the way she said my name stopped my heart. My mouth opened but I was speechless. I was fucking my little sister; I couldn't speak because I was fucking my sister. I couldn't speak because there weren't any words to explain why this was okay. And as suddenly as my intensity had climbed, it had now all washed away. I pulled from her and rolled off the bed, quickly finding my boxers and sliding them on. Her muttered words followed me from the room, but the only thing I could hear was the pounding inside my head. The bathroom tile was cold against my feet and all I wanted was to lay against it. I needed to feel cold because my body still felt so hot and the only thing my body wanted was be beside Marissa again, to be inside Marissa again. "You're an asshole," I growled at the mirror, spraying cold water on my face. "A fucking asshole." I sat on the toilet lid and stayed there for -- I don't even know how long, but it felt like forever. When I finally returned to my bedroom, I flipped on the dim desk lamp and found Marissa lying completely still and utterly, breathtakingly, naked. The soft whisper of her breathing told me she had fallen asleep. I stole a moment to take her in, knowing it could very well be the last time I saw her this way, satisfied, glistening from sex and blissfully unaware. I slipped her panties back on and pulled a clean t-shirt over her head, threading her arms through the sleeves. For a moment I considered carrying her to her bed, but the notion of waking our mom quickly ended that thought. So I tucked her into mine, folded her clothes and made my way downstairs to the sofa, where I spent the next few hours kicking myself for allowing things to go so far. Marissa was no longer just my baby sister, she was now a woman I desired and I had been the one to allow that to happen. But now that I had, I was irreversibly stuck with the plague of guilt which came with that decision. At breakfast I tried my best to ignore Marissa, unable to meet her eyes as she stumbled around the kitchen in search of coffee. There was no question she was hung over and I hoped more than anything she would be unable to piece together the events. Marissa slipped her mug onto the table and plopped into the seat beside me, resting her forehead on the cool formica top. For a long while she stayed like that, unmoving, seemingly unable even to blink. Finally, with a deep groan, she lifted her head and began to stir her coffee. "Matt?" she said, her voice coarse and uncertain. "Did... I woke up in your shirt and... well, um, in your bed." She paused but I waited for her to finish, uncertain if there were more questions swirling around in her head. I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead. Marissa held the mug to her lips and took a tentative sip before setting it back down. My breath caught and I held it deep in my lungs, afraid even to breathe. "It's silly really, I mean, I know nothing happened, it's just... I was hoping that I didn't, you know, do anything too embarrassing." "Nope," I offered quickly, maybe too quickly. But when she smiled at me and sighed, I could tell she was relieved. That made one of us. "That's good, oh I feel so stupid," she giggled nervously. "I'm sorry, you know, for whatever." "Don't be," I said softly, feeling an acidic surge of guilt churning in my stomach. She was sorry? What a fucking shit I was and, what's worse, I couldn't even apologize for it. Apologizing meant telling her the truth, and that truth would simply collapse her. No, apologizing would only remedy my own guilt, it would do nothing to assuage the guilt she would be saddled with. It would be yet another stupid, selfish impulse. "I've gotta go," I said, pushing from the table and hurrying toward my bedroom. To my relief Marissa bailed on dinner, noting that raw fish and sake didn't seem such a good hangover remedy. And from that moment on it felt as though we'd become strangers. I felt awkward and ridiculous around her, practically running away anytime she came near. It took me weeks to be able to say anything more than a stupid, nonsensical sentence to her. For the most part I simply tried to avoid her. Marissa was perplexed by my mood swings, oftentimes perched at the edge of my bed on the verge of tears as she pleaded with me to tell her what she'd done wrong. That's what hurt the worst, knowing she felt that way, knowing she blamed herself for my feelings of guilt. At times I wanted to tell her, to share the burden of that weight, to get it off my shoulders and put it somewhere else, but I couldn't. There was no way on earth I could do that to her. So I let her think what she wanted, just to get on with things in the hopes I could find a way to be alright with what I'd done to her. "How's the apartment hunting going?" she asked, sauntering into my bedroom early one Friday morning and flopping down beside me. "It's not," I said curtly, knowing it was a lie, knowing I'd stopped looking a long time ago. "Two bedroom apartments are too expensive." Twisted Fate "Oh, well we still have time, something will pop up, I just know it." "Yeah, sure," I grumbled, my eyes drifting up the length of her long legs and coming to a rest on the little mound between them. My mind drifted back to those moments between her thighs. The way she was so tight it felt like she was squeezing the blood from my cock. I could almost taste her heady flavor against my tongue, almost feel the soft, tender folds of her labia as my mouth rested against it. The delicate pearl of her clit pulled tight between my lips as my tongue strummed against it. God she was delicious. The way she let out a little squeak when I slid my fingers inside, the way her hips pitched against my hand as she worked to let me deeper, the sound of her moan as she came in my mouth. Fuck, she was all I could think about anymore. I wanted to kiss her again, to feel the soft tendrils of her hair tickling my neck, to immerse myself in the scent of her shampoo. I wanted feel her skin against mine, warm and soft, sweet, just like the petals of a rose. Worse still, I wanted to finish what we'd started, I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to feel the tightness of her walls closing around me as I slipped inside, I wanted to watch her face as I made her cum and feel her body twist in ecstasy beneath mine, to listen to her moan as we climaxed together. I felt a slight twitch in my groin and quickly looked away. "I'll let you know if I find anything," I said, going back to my book. "Matt," she muttered, "why won't you tell me what I did?" "There's nothing to tell." I refused to look at her, refused to even acknowledge she was there and, instead, stared at my book. But I couldn't see the words, couldn't concentrate, it could have been written in Chinese for all I knew. All I could see were her lips and that pout, thinking about what that mouth had done to me and how it'd made me feel, and, shit, how much I wanted to feel that way again. I tried to focus my energy on the mashed up letters on the page. Marissa would just have to learn to be okay with this mystery conflict, she'd just have to figure out how to be okay with things being different between us now. There was no way I could tell her, but there was also no way I could pretend that everything was fine. It wasn't fine and it seemed very far from ever being that again. "Why won't you look at me?" she shrieked, punching my shoulder. Sure, it stung for a minute, but I wouldn't give in and eventually she'd go away. "Look at me!" she shrieked again, climbing on top of me and ripping away my book. With a heavy thud it hit the floor and it was just us, Marissa nestled on my lap now dangerously close to the truth. My desire for her just inches away from her thigh. "I'm not mad," I affirmed, shaking my head, "but I will be if you don't get off me." "No! Not until you tell me what I did, let me apologize, Matt, tell me what happened. Tell me why you won't talk to me or even look at me anymore, tell me! I love you and you hate me and I don't know why!" Her words, her quivering lips, were like a sharp blade to my heart, it stopped my breath and left me feeling weak, limp, impotent, unable even to speak. This wasn't her fault, it was mine, and that knowledge broke my heart. Marissa scrambled farther onto my lap, grasping my face between her hands as she forced our eyes to meet, so close I could practically taste the toothpaste on her tongue. In that moment I wanted to answer her question, I wanted to share with her the truth she was trying so hard to excavate, to tell her with a kiss. "Please Matt, tell me, I can't do this anymore, I can't have you mad at me, please tell me. This is killing me," she pleaded. "Marissa..." I gulped, feeling her settle in against the throbbing erection I was trying so desperately to ignore. Her body, her breath against my face, her breasts mere inches from my hands, it was all too much to take. All I wanted to do was kiss her, touch her, taste her, push myself inside and make love to her. "Please..." I wiggled in an attempt to get out from under her but she was prepared and matched my squirming with a frustrating wiggle of her own. She straddled me now and all that remained between us were our clothes, my cock pressed hard against her warm pussy. I tried to push her back, push her away, but she bucked her hips and dug in her heels, grinding harder against me. But suddenly she stopped and I felt my breath catch as she stared down between her thighs, her hands flying to her mouth. "Oh Matt," she whispered from behind her hands. "Oh... Matt. That night, oh my God, that night," she gasped. "That's why... it was you, wasn't it? I couldn't remember it, it was so fuzzy, and then I thought I'd just imagined... Jesse... but I remember... oh my God Matt, it was you." And with that freaked out, fumbled confession, Marissa scrambled off the bed and launched from my room, slamming her bedroom door seconds later. *** For almost two weeks Marissa barely came out of her room. On occasion I would hear her at night, in the shower or rushing around the kitchen, but she never once knocked on my door. I guess I should have expected that. She had every right to be pissed, if I were her I wouldn't talk to me either. And maybe she never would, but I deserved that. It seemed appropriate. Either way, I decided not to pressure her and gave her the space she needed to sort it out. Maybe one day she'd forgive me and, if not, that was okay too. Whatever she needed in order to feel better about things, that's what I would give her, that's the way it would be. "Did we fuck?" Marissa asked from just outside my open door. I hadn't even noticed her standing there but, to be honest, I'd stopped looking a few days earlier when it seemed clear that she was never going to speak to me again. So her voice, her mere presence, was shocking. "What?" I gulped, uncertain what she'd said. "Did. We. Fuck?" she said again, more forcefully this time, punctuating every word. "I'm a little hazy on that one and I need to know, so did we?" "No," I lied, knowing that was the answer she needed to hear. "Then I don't care about whatever else happened, it was a mistake and it's over now and I've decided that it doesn't matter." "Oh, um, alright... good, that's really... good." Admittedly my heart sank, there was still a part of me that didn't want it to be a mistake. "So if you're done being all weird, I'd like to hang out with my brother. For some reason I seem to be missing the jerk lately." "Yeah, sure," I smiled anemically, patting the bed after sliding to the very edge, offering her the choicest spots to pick from. "A movie would be good, your choice." "Good," she said firmly. I watched as Marissa's delicate fingers traced the long line of titles on the shelf beside the television, leaning over my desk to examine them individually. My eyes drank in her curves as she moved, knowing I'd be dead if she caught me but unable to look away. The word Juicy -- god was that true -- was sprawled across her gorgeous ass, her tight sweats clung to every concealed inch. As she leaned across my desk, her tank top pulled free and rose a few inches above her narrow waist, exposing a soft sliver of skin on her back. I clenched my fists, trying to fight back the urge to reach over and touch it. Had she always been this sexy? Had I just never noticed before? And when had I become such a disaster? No woman had ever made me this jumpy, this absolutely insane. Marissa was in my every waking thought. If I wasn't busy beating myself up, I was beating myself off, thinking about her mouth around my cock or the way she fucked my fingers or those few moments I was inside her, even the little sounds she made when she came. Shit, I was getting hard and before she could catch me, I settled a pillow against my lap. "I'm not mad you know," she said as she slipped a movie in the DVD player and grabbed the remote. "Just, I don't know, maybe a little freaked." "Yeah... I'm so sorry Marissa, I never meant..." "I don't want you to apologize. I don't even want to talk about it, I just want to get past it. You're all I've got Matt, you're everything. If things ever went bad, if I ever lost you, well... there just wouldn't be anything left." "Alright then, I'm not sorry," I offered, knowing I was treading a dangerous line but hopeful she would see the truth through my feeble attempt at levity. Ignoring my comment, Marissa grabbed a pillow and made herself comfortable at the opposite end of the bed, her feet coming to a rest against my arm. I studied her delicate little toes, the deep cherry polish seeming to glimmer against her skin. I wanted to touch her, to feel her skin. I promised myself that was all I wanted, but I knew that was a lie; I knew it because not five minutes into the movie my eyes were drifting up her long, lean legs to her firm, round ass and I felt myself getting hard again. "Tickle my leg?" she asked, peeking back at me before I could tear my eyes from her spectacular ass. "Below the knee," she amended. "Uh, yeah, sure," I stuttered, certain I'd been caught. I pushed back the thin fabric of her sweats and revealed the soft, silky skin of her calves. My fingertips threaded up and down, tracing light feathery patterns along her skin. I felt another twitch in my groin as I worked my way up, stopping just short of her thigh. Marissa's foot moved easily between my legs, allowing me better advantage of her leg. I slowed my breathing, remembering how this was her favorite thing in the world and that it didn't mean anything. But still I wished it did, I wished she'd slip out of those sweats and spread her legs for me so that I could make her cum again. God, what I wouldn't give to suck her clit between my lips as I slipped my fingers inside her, to feel her body twitch, knowing I was the one doing that to her. My hands began to tremble from the mere thought of her tight pussy just a few feet away, I could practically taste it again, could practically smell it on my fingers. Marissa stretched her leg out and the tips of her toes slipped beneath the pillow, grazing my cock. Only this time I didn't flinch, this time I didn't move away. I wanted her to touch me. I wanted her to know what she was doing to me. So, instead, I pushed back, leaning into the arch of her foot until my cock settled against its soft curve. I sat absolutely still, waiting, wondering what she would do; terrified that she'd slap me and run screaming from my room, but unable to pull away. Slowly, very slowly, her foot pressed back against me, though her attention remained fixed on the movie. I stared dumbfounded at the pillow between my legs, my heart ricocheting around my chest. Slowly I pushed back, sliding the length of my shaft along the soft arch of her foot. I closed my eyes and imagined her grinding against me in those tiny silk panties, their moist fabric clinging to her skin as her pussy stroked against my hard dick. I could feel the pressure in my balls as my cock worked against her, slowly drifting up before gliding back down. A few more strokes and I'd be done for. She must have known it too because her foot was moving against me now, pushing harder. A low groan escaped my lips and I felt the throbbing increase, the pressure building. Quickly I pushed her foot away and grasped my cock, giving it a few firm tugs as I came into my pillowcase. My head rolled back against the headboard and I finally opened my eyes. Marissa's eyes were on the pillow, or maybe on my arm, either way she knew what I'd just done. But she didn't say anything, she simply cleared her throat and went back to the movie. I sat stock still for the next hour, silently praying for the movie to end so she'd leave. I couldn't even look at her now, I couldn't risk it. The mere thought of what we'd done together, what she'd just done to me, was enough to get me hard again. "I guess I should go make dinner," Marissa said, pushing off the bed as the credits rolled. "Thanks for hanging with me." "Sure, absolutely, anytime," I choked out. Anytime you want to jerk me off with your foot or let me touch you, I thought to myself, just come right on in. I watched her walk toward the door, hips swinging like only a girl's can do, a soft melodic sway. She paused and looked back, offering me a quick smile before she tiptoed out, slipping quietly down the hall. A deep breath escaped from my lungs, heavy with remorse, thick with excitement. My sister had made me cum -- again -- only this time she had to know what she was doing, this time there was no excuse. And just that thought alone made my cock spring to life. *** Things were definitely different between us, there was no questioning it, but I wasn't at all certain what that meant. No, Marissa wasn't going out of her way to be sexy or cute, she wasn't flirty or suggestive, she was still Marissa. Only now, when we touched, there was a palpable chemistry between us, a spark of sorts. Maybe it was just me, or a head-full of wishful thinking, but something about the way her eyes held my gaze -- more intensely than I could ever remember -- made me think perhaps it wasn't my imagination. And as the days passed, my guilt subsided, until all I was left with was an ever-present desire. So now, instead of finding reasons to avoid her, I was seeking her out, looking for any excuse to be near her. "I'm going to Club Halo with Kara and Jen," Marissa said as she leaned against my open door, "wanna come?" I closed my laptop and swiveled my chair to meet her eyes. She looked amazing in her short black dress. It exposed the stunning curves of her legs and clung to her tight body, holding close to every smooth line of her frame. Her fawn-colored hair cascaded around her shoulders and a stray lock lay nestled in the well of her breasts. I wanted to scream. No, that's not right, I wanted to yank her into my room and slam the door. I wanted to peel the dress from her body and wrap her legs around my neck. I wanted to -- "Yeah," I said, shaking the thoughts and images from my head, "just let me get changed." This was a bad idea, I knew that as soon as the words passed my lips, but I couldn't stop myself. I wanted to be with her and if she'd asked me to go shovel shit with her at the local animal shelter, I probably would have said yes to that too. On the drive to the club I developed a new mantra -- don't let her get drunk -- and I repeated it to myself, over and over. If anything were to ever happen between us, it needed to happen organically, not infused with single malt scotch. Once there, I did allow Marissa a few drinks but monitored her closely, promptly cutting her off when she seemed to be getting a little tipsy. And since, of the two of us, I was the only one legally allowed to buy liquor, she was in no position to negotiate. "But I'm old enough to get drafted and shot at," she growled. "I hardly think you're military material," I countered. Marissa offered me a coy pout but this was not a point I was willing to negotiate. Finally she gave up and headed for the dance floor, dragging Jen and Kara behind her. I watched Marissa's body as she danced with her friends, that little black dress revealing every sumptuous curve, every delicious detail of her exquisite frame. She'd caught me staring a few times but I'd shrugged it off and offered her a wave, trying my best to look bored. When she and Kara began to grind together, I decided it was time to look away. I spent the next hour at the bar, plucking at the tiny straw in my drink, watching the ice melt. "Hey," Marissa shouted in my ear, her closeness startling me. "Jen and Kara left, you gonna dance with me?" I wanted to, but shook my head and told her no. "Come on," she whined, grabbing my hand, "one dance." I downed the last of my drink and followed her onto the floor. I tried my best to keep a respectful distance between us, making certain none of our more naughty parts ever made contact, but my eyes touched her everywhere. Sprays of light caressed her body, shades of reds and blues and greens, clinging to the gold in her skin. Tiny beads of sweat seemed to dance along her skin, trapping the light and spreading it across every exposed inch. The gauzy fabric of her dress held tight to her hips like a second skin. Her chest heaved, rising and falling, pushing the air through her lungs, her breath ragged. God I wanted to touch her. Marissa turned her back to me and swept her thick mane from her neck. Tiny wisps of hair lay plastered against her skin, trapped by a thin sheen of sweat. I could almost smell it, taste its sweet flavor against my tongue. She leaned into me, resting her back against my chest as she stopped to capture her breath. "Guess I won't have to go to the gym tomorrow," she giggled, tilting her head back to look into my eyes. "No," I stammered, "guess not." Why was this suddenly so difficult? Since when was it so hard to talk to my sister? It felt like I was back in high school, a gawky, gangly freshman who hadn't yet learned how to talk to girls. I hadn't been that guy in years. Besides, this was Marissa. "I love this song," she squealed. Marissa's hands snaked behind my neck and I felt her fingers tickling through my hair. Then her hips began to roll, her ass grazing my groin. I found myself drawn to her hair, its luscious, thick waves, heavy with the scent of her shampoo. I contorted myself, leaning sideways, not wanting to break contact with her tight ass but desperate to press my face against the back of her head. It felt stupid, I knew I was far too close to getting sharply and painfully rebuffed, but I needed to smell her. Finally finding the right angle, I sank my nose into the streams of her hair and breathed her in. It was so luscious and beautiful, I wanted to stay like that forever. But something warm brushed against my fingertips, distracting me, followed by the cool feel of fabric. So I straightened and chanced a peek, and found the bare skin of her thigh just centimeters away. When Marissa's ass ground against me again I risked a touch, tracing my fingers across the skin of her thigh. She didn't pull away and I left my fingers there, wanting to venture higher but unwilling to take the chance. Marissa tipped her head back and pressed her face into my neck, and whispered, "Kara was a pissed you didn't hit on her." "I'm not interested in Kara anymore," I offered with a shrug. "I never had an orgasm before," she blurted, seeming dazed by the words, as if momentarily possessed. "I beg to differ," I replied without thinking, immediately kicking myself for revisiting that place after she'd told me not to. "I meant before that," she corrected. "Now it's all I can think about." "Me too." More than anything I wished I could ask her what she remembered, what exactly it was she was thinking about, but I knew better than to poke that hornet's nest. "I need it to stop, Matt. How do I stop thinking about it?" She was thinking about it, just like me, and the thought of that sent a flutter through my chest. "Don't," I offered, grazing my lips against her neck, my hand inching up her thigh, "don't stop thinking about it." My fingers trembled as I reached the seam of her panties and followed their arc, knowing where it would lead. I let myself go there because it no longer mattered, I'd already gone too far and there was no going back. I let myself go there because a part of me knew she wanted me to. I felt my breathing quicken as I reached the soft, warm crotch of her panties, feeling the tiny bristles of her little patch of hair beneath my fingers. Her body shuddered as my middle finger pressed against her clit. With my free hand I found her waist and pulled her close, letting her know just how hard her words had gotten me. My hips found the rhythm of the bass, the music flooding in and around us, and I ground against her, pulling her tighter, forcing her hips to join mine. Our bodies swayed together, hot and damp with sweat, two connected pieces, and my fingers moved between her legs, softly stroking. Marissa's head lolled back against my chest, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, and I pressed my mouth to hers. Twisted Fate It was an hour before her date, and boy was she ready for it. Sarah looked in the mirror in an elegant, yet short skirt. As she looked in the mirror adjust her hair into many positions she thought to herself. "Hmmm, do I wear it up with just a few strands hanging delicately over the ears? Or maybe into a ponytail to show my neck a little bit but also the long length of my dark brown hair? Hmmm or maybe just wear it down?" Sarah finally settled on putting it up with just a few strands coming down. And enjoyed the way she looked in her outfit, her blouse gave some cleavage but hid the best parts. Sarah was getting very excited, she had gone out with Travis for a few months with only a kiss on the cheek. Travis was a bit on the shy, geeky side. Though when he warms up he is witty and down to earth, and Sarah has always wanted to know how his lips would feel on her. She thought after the last date he would kiss her goodnight, she yearned for it, begging for it with her eyes at her front door. Though to her disappointment he did not go for the kiss and left her with a warm hug. Tonight Sarah was prepared to make the move if he did not. "I'm going to kiss that man tonight, and if he's lucky he may get a lil more!" Sarah thought. It was storming outside the drum of the rain and the wind mimicked her heart pounding. Sarah almost wished she didn't have a date to go anywhere but to just stay home and cuddle on the couch in his arms. It was now five minutes past 7pm, 5 minutes late... Sarah just chalked that up to the weather as Travis was punctual and organized almost to a fault. Five minutes turn to twenty minutes, Sarah starting to get a little worried as she has not heard anything from Travis and this is unlike him. She kept checking her cell phone for any word from the man she was beginning to love. "Where could he be? What's keeping him? I hope everything is alright?" She wondered if she should text him, but decided not to as he keeps his cell phone off or on vibrate when driving. Sarah was getting beyond worrying now, it was an hour and a half past their scheduled date, with no word or text. Sarah went up to her room and started to change into some comfortable clothes as it seems like the date would not happen, and if it did, it wouldn't be at the restaurant they were planning on going. She first went into the bathroom and took off her makeup and took her hair down and just pulled it into a quick ponytail. She then removed her blouse and sexy decorative bra, replaced by just a nice cotton sleepshirt with no bra. Off comes the skirt, and panties (a nice purple bikini hi-cut with lace top), to replace it became some nice cotton pajama pants. Sarah couldn't understand what happened tonight, excitement turned to disappointment, to confusion, to sadness. She decided to make a fire in the fireplace and curl up on the couch reading. She was reading Club Shadowlands by Cherise Sinclare. It was a wonderful book mixing love, adventure with some naughty BDSM style kink that Sarah has only read about and masturbated to. Travis was having the worst day of his life, or so he kept saying to himself. There was a tree blocking a small road that he took to Sarah's house to avoid the city rush hour traffic. To his dismay, when he attempted to go around the tree on the side of the road, his car got stuck in mud. Travis not much of a grease monkey had no idea how to get it out. He looked to his watch 6:30 he was about five miles away. "Damn" he said, 10 minutes if it wasn't for this rain. He turned the car off and took a minute to think of what to do. He decided to pull out his cell phone and give Sarah a call to tell her the situation, but being the worst day of his life of course it was dead. "That's what I get for never really using this thing, when I need it it's not working," He decided he would walk, as he was not going to sit idly by as the night was unfolding out of control. He did not have an umbrella or anything as he was expecting valet service at the restaurant. He walked what seemed like forever and it was dark, rainy and completely miserable out. When he finally got to Sarah's house he checked his watch, 10:15. "Really, fuckin 10:15, Sarah is probably pissed off, maybe I should go and give her a call in the morning about what happened? Well I'm here, I might as well see if she is still up." Travis noticed there was a faint light coming from the living room, so he knocked on the door. After knocking three times with no answer, he stepped back from the door and tried to see into the window to make sure there was nothing wrong. The windows were fogged up with the rain and his assumed fire going on inside it wasn't too shocking. He tried one more time and knocked on the door a little louder this time. Travis waited a few moments then in a defeated move he tried the handle, expecting it locked and Sarah in bed. To his amazement the door was unlocked, this put Travis in an awkward situation, wanting to talk to Sarah and try to salvage this day and the creepiness of going in uninvited. Travis decided to go in. Upon entering he knew at once what a mistake he had made. He could hear coming from the living room a loud banging sound followed by a loud scream of "Oh Christian, Oh God, Yessss!" Travis quickly scans his mind for any clue if Sarah was very religious and he quickly registers that if she is, he didn't know it. As Travis slowly walks towards the light and the constant sounds and screams, he then hears another voice and a slapping sound. The other voice mutters in a gruff, aggressive voice, yet also appealing though not by the words, but in the manner in which they are used. "Ohh you little slut you, You just love getting fucked from behind over the table, don't you?" Travis shocked beyond belief starts to slide down the wall to a sitting position. His mind races as how to go about what he has discovered. "Should I leave as if I didn't come in, and call her tomorrow and tell her about the car and ask what she did? Should I walk in and confront the two right on the spot, did he have the balls to do that, being as I wasn't invited in and just walked in the door? Should I just sit and wait for them to finish their "activities" and just wait and see how things go?" All these options thundered through his head each one seeming logical and viable and slightly repulsive for different reasons. "That's it, I'm going to walk in and see how they react!!" Travis thought as he stood and proceeded towards the room. As he got to the entry way he heard more conversing and that rhythmic thumping and interspersed moaning and screaming. "Ohhh fuck me, Ohh Christian Ohhhhh, Godddd just like that!!" "You enjoy this don't you, tell me what a slut you are!" which is followed by soft mumbling to be replied with what Travis assumes is Christian saying "Tell me bitch" as he then smacks Sarah on the ass. Travis watches the scene continue to unfold from the entry way. He can neither leave, talk or move, stunned by the pure sexuality held within the room, and seeing Sarah in utter ecstasy. Travis now sees the entire event unfold before his eyes. Torn by the pure lust and passion portrayed in every movement, every thrust, every gesture done beautifully akin to Da Vinci or Michael Angelo painting a masterpiece. Christian was enjoying himself to say the least, to say he was surprised by his ex-girlfriend's phone call would be an understatement. They were still friends and talked occasionally but a call out of the blue and to be invited over was something he never thought would occur again. "Ohhhh my naughty little bunny, how you like to bounce up and down, you are naughty!" Sarah could only whimper in response. Though through her mind her thoughts were racing with animalistic debauchery and desire. "Mmmm God he fucks like there is no tomorrow. How I miss his passion and skill. Why am I such a goodie two shoes with all my other boyfriends and such a slut for him?" she thought. Without notice, Christian picks up Sarah continuing to fuck her as she is off the ground, thrusting up as she bounces down. He then sets her down on the couch. "Sit here for a moment would you please bunny, don't go hopping off now." She looks up at him with doe eyes and nods as she sits down on the end of the table. Sarah watches Christian walk by the fire and off behind the couch to pick something up. She thinks to herself "Ohhh God what am I doing tonight, I have no idea what happened to Travis, he may be in the hospital for all I know, yet Damnnnn look at his body. It's not a perfect muscle toned body, just an average build, yet he carries it as if it is perfection. His cock is perfectly in proportion to the rest of his body 7.5 inches to be exact (one drunken night they decided to measure things) she giggles at the memory). As Christian stands he looks over to Sarah and says "Do you trust me bunny?" Sarah without pause says "Yes love, of course I trust you, how could I not" Hearing the words, Yes Love, from the girl he had fallen for said to another in passion reduces Travis to slide down the inside of the entry way. Still watching, fixated on everything that is transpiring. He watches as Christian walks over to Sarah and kneels down in front of her with a small duffle bag. "Bunny, close your eyes and let go of all inhibitions, become one with yourself and with me." Christian says in a soft yet demanding way. Sarah closes her eyes as instructed and Christian slides on blindfold. Then sensually running his hands down hers, he moves her body to where her stomach is flat against the armrest of the couch. She can hear him moving around and grabbing something from the bag. She feels his hand on hers again, though this time she feels something slide around here wrists and then feel it tighten. She now wishes to see what is exactly being done but can not free her with her hand bound. She then feels his hands start rubbing from her shoulders down the small of her back each hand taking a full caress and squeeze of her ass and gives each one a smack. Instantly providing a slight pinkish hue. Then Christian proceeds to run his touch down the backs of her legs, grabbing one foot and slipping a similar restraint onto it, though tight around the ankle, she still has some flexibility in her leg. Then the same is done to the other leg. "Oh God, what is happening to me? I can't see and I can barely move! My heart is pounding in anticipation of what could possibly happen. Oh God, I just want to feel his cock in my pussy more I can't take it, this pause is tormenting." Thinks Sarah. She hears Christian walk off, still in the room but not entirely close to where she is. Christian meanwhile, walks right in the direction of Travis. "Oh no, he knows I'm here, get up get out of here" races through Travis's mind, but still frozen by what he's seen. Christian walks slowly towards Travis, with a wicked smile and putting his fingers to his lips motioning for silence. "Hello, my name is Christian, you must be Travis. I noticed you standing there and wondered if you wanted to join in? I was told you weren't exclusive yet and hope you aren't offended. As you can see Sarah is in no position now to refuse anything. And I have an idea if you are willing to partake." Whispers Christrian. "Ummm uhhh, what did you have in mind" Travis whispers back. "Don't worry, trust me you'll enjoy it. Whatever you do though, don't talk, I will be the only talker, you just do as I motion or as you see fit. Now get undressed and stay here for a minute." As Christian walks back to Sarah, Travis starts to undress, his own rather slight frame coupled with smaller cock gives him a feel of inadequacy but the site of the attractive Sarah naked, sweaty and now bound hand and foot is exciting. Christian then slides up on the couch behind Sarah and starts kneading her ass with his hands, massaging and rubbing, with an occasional spank here and there. He bends down and start licking her pussy lifting her ass into the air to an almost doggie position testing the limits of the bondage. Sarah starts to moan slightly at first and each lick and suck roaming the confides of her pussy and clit the moans become prolonged and louder. Christian then rubs his hands up her thighs and kneels on the couch and slowly guides his cock into her wet pussy. Christian then motions with one hand for him to move over towards Sarah's face. Giving the ole standard hand signal for BJ to Travis. Standing infront of Sarah as she is being pounded by Christian excites Travis more than he could imagine. Just watching her body gliding back towards each thrust as much as her bindings allow her. Her moans become screams of pleasure, and cries to God. Christian keeps motioning for Travis to put his cock in her mouth while he's fucking her. Travis slowly and quietly gets next to Sarah's blindfolded face, he feels her struggled breathing hot against his hard cock. He's never had a blow job before, and never thought it would be in this situation. Christian then gives a mighty thrust prompting "OOhh Christian Fuuggggg" as her throat is shocked to find the presence of something hard in her throat. Travis leaves it there as he see's Sarah's mind working and realizing what is happening. Christian starts motioning to Travis to start fucking her mouth and holding her head. Travis starts doing as Christian suggests. Instantly he can feel the warmth and wetness of Sarah's mouth. Sucking on each thrust and relax. He's never felt this aroused before, never knew it could feel so good. He grabs a hold of Sarah's hair and uses that to force his cock into her mouth over and over. "Oooh you lil slutty bunny, I knew you wanted more than just one cock tonight. You like it dirty and where you don't have to think just take what is given you." Christian says in a melodic voice. Mmmmm hmmmm, is only sound Sarah could make between the ecstasy between her legs and this new cock in her mouth. She wonders who's cock it could be, but in the moment she doesn't care. It's hard, and she loves the feel of it going in and out of her mouth. It doesn't take long for her to notice that this new cock is starting to get close to cumming. So she begins to start sucking hard and longer with each thrust into her mouth. "This person must not be experienced in sex as I'm not even able to stroke it as I suck" she thinks. "Ohhh yeah fuck her mouth buddy, she is loving every minute of it. I can tell her pussy is getting so wet. I think I've felt her spasm a few times around this cock since you've been doing it." Christian says MMMM, hmmm. "Three times to be exact" thought Sarah, enjoying double team by two guys one of which she doesn't even know or see adding to the excitement. As in perfect harmony Travis and Christian couldn't have timed their cum more perfectly. Almost simultaneous Sarah feels cum spurting down her throat and deep in her pussy. Being bound she has but little choice then to swallow the hot cum. As the cock is removed from her mouth, and Christian pulls out from her dripping wet pussy, her legs collapse from exhaustion. All around is silence except heavy breathing from three pairs of lungs. Christian quickly motions for Travis to get dressed, and he follows the motion without hesitation. "Who is here with us, Please, I must know. Christian please unbind me and remove the blindfold" Sarah with parched lips crackles out. "Of course bunny" she hears movement towards her and slowly feels the restraints removed from her legs, then hands. Sarah lifts the blindfold from her eyes. Taking a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the firelight and repositioning herself in the room and her surroundings. "T... Tr... Tr... Travis?"