0 comments/ 286162 views/ 33 favorites Luke By: No Panty Girl It had nothing to do with Luke being black. It was just not a good time. We were barely getting by on Rick's meager earnings driving cab and our rented house was just big enough for our daughter and us. Taking in a lodger would be pushing it. Luke was one of Rick's school buddies and down on his luck. He had no job or money and needed a place to crash. Try as I would I could not convince my husband it was not a good idea. "It will just be for a little while." Rick promised. We had to move our eight-year-old daughter into our bedroom with us so Luke could have her bedroom in our tiny two-bedroom bungalow. It was really an inopportune time as Rick and I were working on our second child. I would be so embarrassed with the bed squeaking knowing Luke was lying in the next room listening to every moan I made. Not having a job Luke was around all the time. Rick offered to get him a cab to drive but he thought he was too good for that. Instead he would sit around all day watching TV and smoking my cigarettes. At first it was a bit strange having another man around. I could not walk around in my undies any more and had to remember to lock the bathroom door. Eventually I became more comfortable and even let him see me in only a bra and blue jeans. I think they call it propinquity, being close to somebody until you gradually start liking them. I don't know if I sent out the wrong signals but Luke started making suggestive remarks about him and I "getting it on". I assure him I wasn't interested in anybody but my husband but I don't think he believed me. We were sitting around watching reruns on TV and finishing off a bottle or red wine. Rick was working and I was only wearing my robe having showered after putting Jessica to bed. I guess the wine made me careless. I was unaware that the belt on my robe had worked loose allowing Luke a generous view of my bare breasts. Without warning Luke reached over and put his hand in my robe. Gently he squeezed my left breast. "What are you doing?" I cried. Without answering his other hand released the belt and opened my robe exposing my crotch. For some stupid reason I felt embarrassed as he looked at my tangled bush. "Do you want to fuck?" Luke asked. "No!" I snapped. Undiscouraged Luke pushed me back on the sofa and completely opened my robe. I struggled but he was on top of me forcing his way between my legs. I panicked when I felt the head of his cock spreading my labia. "No, I don't want your baby" I struggled to escape. My pussy yielded to his hard cock and he started to enter me. Oh God no, I was unprotected and had a black cock going into me. "Please!" I begged as he filled me. I tried not to move in a desperate attempt to delay the inevitable. Slowly Luke started fucking. Instinctively my cunt betrayed me by starting to lubricate the big black cock in me. Involuntarily my hips twitched causing my cunt to provoke Luke's cock in me. It was no good, Luke's cock had awakened a desire in me I was helpless to restrain. Shamelessly my legs wrapped around his hips and drew him into me. "Oh Luke do you know what you are doing?" I asked as my hips began to move. "Rick and I have an understanding." Luke answered. Could it be true? Had my husband agreed to his black friend fucking me? It made sense in one way. My mother always said Rick was not good enough for me. Having a black baby would show what a slut I was. Feeling somewhat justified in my infidelity I welcomed Luke into me. Luke's hard black cock felt wonderful in me. It was so hard and thick compared to Rick's. My pussy gripped it like a rubber glove. He had amazing reach, the head of his cock felt as if it were touching my cervix. "Oh yes!" I moaned as he stirred my orgasm. Knowing that Rick approved of his friend fucking me made me want him all the more. I wrapped my arms around Luke and drawing him in I kissed him. I held on for dear life as Luke rode me. I was quickly approaching my climax and new Luke was about to blow a load of his black baby batter into my hungry pussy. "Cum in me Luke!" I pleaded as my cunt began to spasm around his cock. The sensation his warm cum entering me drove me over the top sending me into the most intense orgasm of my life. Luke collapsed exhausted on top of me his cock draining into my womb. I wanted more! I wanted to get on top of Luke and ride his big pole. I took Luke into his bedroom and tossed my robe onto a chair. Luke stripped and joined me on his bed. I had Luke lay on his back with his long black pole pointing toward the ceiling. Throwing my leg over him I lowered my still wet cunt down onto his shaft. Ten inches of beautiful ebony cock slid between my white pussy lips. I released all my weight until I felt his balls squash beneath my labia. Luke reached up and filled his hands with my tits. I never imagined a cock could reach so far into me, it felt like it was going to come out of my mouth. I rocked my ass to feel it move inside of me. It was wonderful being in control of Luke's black monster. How peculiar it was, here was a relative stranger for whom I had no feelings with his cock in me possibly fathering my baby and I was willingly encouraging him. I begin sliding my stretched lips up and down his shaft. Each time I rested my weight on Luke's cock it felt as if it penetrated me deeper. I began driving him harder into me hoping he would be deep when he gave me his seed. Luke squeezed my tits as my cunt clenched his cock. I was ready for another load of his jism. Luke erupted in me like a volcano, his cum flooding my pussy like hot lava. His explosion tripped my climax as my juices flushed over his slick cock. We fucked for about an hour before I left Luke's bed satisfied. It was after 2 am when Rick joined me in bed. "I'm full of black cum!" I whispered in his ear. His hand went down and felt my drenched cunt. He wasted no time spreading my legs and burying his face in my sloppy pussy. He began lapping and sucking up his friend's cum from my juicy cunt. Millions of Luke's sperm had been swimming around in my cunt for hours so I knew he was not going to prevent my conceiving a black baby. Luke It's mesmerizing really; the slow swirling of the snowflakes outside my window in the cold December air. A person could easily get lost watching for just mere seconds, and I did… The white snowy blissful winter air was my absolute favorite part of the winter. I really don't like going outside to play in it, no that part of life passed with the playing of baby dolls and the infamous Barbie doll™. Yeah, just the joy of knowing that it was going to snow on Christmas day was all the incentive that I needed to travel back to my cold home in New London. Yeah I know they are called the New England states but to those of us who call it home, it's New London. I had completely packed all of the things needed to move out of the dorm for Christmas break, and I was ready to go, and I just had to wait on mom to come pick me up, so I sat at the window and stared until I got lost in the freshly fallen snow. My mind drifted off and I was mesmerized just like that! 'What did mom buy me for Christmas?'-'Will I find the right boyfriend when I head home for break?' – 'What will the girls and I do when I call them and tell them I made it home?'… and just like that I found myself staring into the freshly fallen white powder that lined the ground as far as the eye could see, and covered the trees oh so gracefully. A half an hour probably passed with me just sitting there gazing out into the snow and I didn't know about it because my mind left me, and my brain completely shut down, all except for the vital functions that kept me alive. (kind of like being asleep, but with your eyes open…) The next thing I knew, I unbuttoned the snap on my denim jeans, and I was lying back onto my bed. Then the zipper was pulled down, and the sound was so crisp, and so clean… (What was I doing?) I lifted my tiny waist off of the bed, and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and jeans, and before I knew it, they were at my knees, and the entire center of my body was uncovered… (This had to be a dream! Couldn't be real… Had to be a dream!) I stuck my right index and middle finger into my mouth, got them nice and wet, and stuck them into my already nice and damp hot box, and started moving them around. It felt so damn good; but this couldn't be real, I was sleeping. I started motioning with my fingers, and stroking my insides with a 'come hither' gesture once I was completely inside myself. 'Damn! A boyfriend would be so great right now!' I thought. * The sloppy sloshing sound was filling my room, and I felt the urge to be caught rush over my body as if it were a bucket of cold water, and it sent chills up and down my spine. 'Too bad Chloe went home on break. She would love this.' I thought… or did I? I was sleeping… what is going on? I felt myself reach up and stick my two soaked fingers into my mouth to lick the juices from my glistening fingers, and then I reached back down and inserted them back into my feverish hot box and started attacking my G-spot with fervor, and so continued the painful- pleasure. Stroking the inside, spreading my fingers, bringing them out so I could run them along my swollen puffy pussy lips, dancing around my hot hard clit as not to touch it yet… and this mindless torture continued, and progressed until, my body was racked with a mind-blowing orgasm. NO, this wasn't sleep, but an orgasmic trance, because if I was sleeping, I must be that good that I undressed my entire lower half, and I remember that part quite well! * ~ Now what? This was way too good to stop, but mom should be arriving any minute. And my orgasm that had racked my body was still sending tremors through my body, and I felt as if I were going to lose consciousness. I knew exactly what to do! And stopping wasn't the right decision. To my right was my night stand, and in the top drawer was my best friend in the whole world. Luke as I lovingly named him, was a 7" chocolate colored dildo that I bought about three years ago and it has gotten me through a lot of rough times. Luke so expertly slid into my wet slippery cunt without a problem and I started pumping him in and out of me furiously. The chocolate color of him was in bright contrast to my creamy white pussy lips and my hot pink insides. But I loved him, and his chocolate color was the main reason I bought him. All the way to the hilt I pushed, until my pussy had swallowed as much as she could handle and I drove Luke's entirety inside me as I focused on bringing myself to yet another mind blowing orgasm. My bright pink diamond cutter nipples were so tight they were starting to hurt, but I had bigger and better, hotter and (did I mention) Wetter fish to fry. I needed this orgasm like nothing else. Luke's rock hard rubber manhood filled my pink canal so well, and felt so good, I kept thrusting him into me harder and harder. 'I think I'll wait,' I thought as I took Luke from my creamy, oozing pussy and grabbed my lubrication from the side drawer and gave him a quick rub down, and slowly inched him into my forbidden entry. It hurt so good as I entered Luke deep into my bowels. I slowly started fucking my tight asshole, and once he entered easier, I fucked myself for all it was worth. Hearing myself moan uncontrollably, "oh Luke," turned me on that much more! "Fuck that feels good!" I thought. In and out, faster and faster I stroked, until I couldn't take it anymore. I popped Luke out with a "pop," wiped him off on the sheets, then shoved him deeply back into my twat. Harder and harder I pumped him into me, and the "SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP," sound of his balls slapping off of my asshole was sending me over the edge. "Fuck your little band slut, fuck me! Fuck me harder, harder, and harder. FUCK me you sexy black bastard." I squealed as I pounded Luke into my wet slit. Sweat beads were forming on my forehead as I slammed Luke into me. It felt so good to fuck again with a hard cock like Luke. It had been so long since I had gotten off, and it was very rarely that I used my Black Stallion to do it. It was normally other things that I used, like the bed post, Chloe's softball bat, softball, and the corner of Chloe's dresser. There was also Chloe's cordless phone, and my personal favorite, Chloe! The orgasm that I finally had, ripped my body completely open. And as I dug my sharp fingernails into my thigh, I ripped my body completely open too! I left four inch gash marks in both of my thighs leading up from my knees. "FUCK I'm CUMMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG! I squealed in such a high pitch that I believe anyone left in the dorms had to hear me. *     *      * Well to say the least, I blacked out. I had to have been out for a good minute because the clock read 4:57, and when I came too, it was 4:59pm. The snow was still falling as I looked out of the window, and I still was totally blissfully mesmerized. A flash of color out of the corner of my eye made me look up at the door and when I did, I met the greatest horror of my young twenty two years. My mother and twin brother were standing in my doorway with their mouths gaping so wide, my brother's tongue looked like it was going to fall out. As embarrassed as I was, I knew there was nothing I could do. I had been caught, and there would be hell to pay. And as crazy as this situation was, I still had to answer for it, so I thought, …fuck it, and said; "What? Haven't you ever seen a black cock before? Just to mention, my mom wasn't the happiest camper, but for some reason, my twin couldn't stop staring at my scratched leg, and my still ever so sloppy, and creamy pussy… I'll fix him later! Until chapter two… Love,  Kimmie! Luke I've had a crush on my gay friend, Luke, for a while now. I've known him for a year now, and we instantly became close friends. It wasn't hard to tell that he preferred the opposite sex. With some people you just know. I met him at the hair salon I used to frequent. He was the hair stylist, and did my hair! We talked as he did my hair the two hours I was there. I wanted it colored. I've grown up a red head, and finally wanted my hair dyed black. Luke comes over to visit every now and again, and we hang out sometimes, of course at gay clubs. Sometimes we go to clubs where gay men and women party together, and other times we go where there are predominately gay men. I've seen Luke kiss and dance with other men, and he sometimes spoke of his experiences with them, though not in great detail. I can't blame him. I told one of my friends that I developed an innocent crush on my homosexual friend, to which she said, "He'll never score with you. Once you have dick in your life, you never go back." That comment made me jealous, and a little mad even. Many men have told me that my pussy was good. I'm sure Luke would think the same thing, but of course, you just never know. It all happened December 31st. Luke came over to my apartment, and we had drinks. He invited his friend, Erin over, who is gay too. Erin is flamboyantly gay, while Luke is more masculine, just with feminine features. We all decided we were just going to enjoy ourselves and have drinks. At the last minute, we decided to head downtown to see the ball drop. All of us were ridiculously drunk. Erin saw his ex in the streets, and they made drunken proclamations to each other that they were not going to break up again. He left with his ex, to Luke's dismay. Luke and I went back to my place once the new year came in, and I poured the both of us drinks. Like me, Luke can hold his liquor. Even when he's drunk, he's still coherant. I figured that having sex with him this night would be perfect, with it being the new year and all. I studied his hands, they were big, but not inhumane. Hands are a fetish for me, and fingers too. "What's wrong?" Luke asked. "Oh, nothing," I answered. "Feel like going to sleep?" He asked me. "In a while, but not now." He nodded, before returning to his drink. "How about a movie?" I asked, "I have an extended collection." "Sure, that'll be great." I got up, and picked a romantic movie, and put it in. I was barely paying attention to the movie, since I've seen this one many times. You can say I put it in to set the mood. Luke went through the movie without saying anything. He doesn't talk during movies. That's the way I like it. I yawned, and noticed I was suddenly getting sleepy. Luke leaned back against the couch, and his lids were slowly going down, before he closed them. He was sleeping! I turned off the movie, and the blue light from the screen illuminated the room. I too laid down on my side. Luke was sitting up as he slept, something I could never do if my life depended on it. Before I knew it, I too was sleeping. 2. I felt a heaviness on top of me, and figured that it couldnt' be blankets. I opened my eyes, and to my surprise, Luke was sleeping on top of me. It alarmed my system, yet I didn't want him off. It was something I dreamed of. I kissed his forehead, and massaged his head, before kissing it again. He opened his eyes, and immediately got up. "Oh my god, how did I wind up on top of you?" He asked. "You were sleeping." He wiped his eyes, "Oh, sorry. Can I use your bathroom?" "Sure," I answered. He got up, and went to the bathroom. I heard him turn on the shower. While he was in the shower, I decided to fix pancakes. When he got out, I asked if he wanted breakfast. "No thanks, I'm not hungry." "You sure? They're blueberry." "I'll pass," He said, before putting on his coat, "I've got to get going. I'll talk to you soon." Now I was disappointed in the departure. I had to say something, and quick. "Luke," I called to him, before he turned around. "Is it because of what happened last night?" I asked. "No, it isn't. It's just that I don't like waking up that way." I didn't respond. I knew exaclty what he meant. He didn't like waking up next to a woman. A man is who he wants in his bed. I can't really blame him, considering that I'm a straight woman and I'm crazy over men. "See you later," He said before closing the door. Damn! I knew that I shouldn't have kissed him! I shouldn't have made the first move, I just couldn't resist myself. He looked so peaceful, sleeping on top of me, and I was horny. Ugh. I always ruin things. 3. Luke didn't text or call me the rest of the day, and I even went out to some clubs where I was sure to spot him at, but I never saw him. I figured that maybe the friendship was over. I spoke to my friend, Michelle about what happened. "I don't understand why you're crazy over him, even though he's drop dead gorgeous! But get a grip, he's a gay man. He likes dick! Why can't you see through that?" Man the truth really hurts. "I can see through it, but you just never know. Things happen. People change." "People are set in their ways, you cannot change people who are." "Yeah that's true." "Like when you dyed your hair black, everyone was telling you that you shouldn't change it to that color, but what did you do?" "I had it dyed anyway." "Exactly. The fact that he's a gay man, makes reality a little bit tougher. But would you really want someone who sticks in their dick in other men?" "I mean-no. But I just feel something different with Luke. I feel like we could be a great couple, even fuck buddies at least." "But?" Michelle asked. "He just chose a different path in his life." Michelle shakes her head, "You're crazy." She's right. Maybe I am crazy. 4. A week has gone by, and I finally gain the courage to text Luke. I even re-read the text messages while I was soaking in the tub. Me: Hey, you. (Sent 10:01 pm) Luke: Hello Chris (Sent 10:10 pm) Me: How are things going? (Sent 10:11 pm) Luke: Great. How are things on your end? (Sent 10:15 pm) No pun intended. Me: Things are pretty cool (10:17 pm) Luke: Good (Sent 10:20 pm) Me: Look, sorry that things were a little crazy NY's night. I'm sorry if I kissed you. It was inappropriate and I'm sorry) He's not responding quick enough like I want him too. I'm constantly checking my phone to see if he sent anything, even though my notification sounds whenever I get a mesage. Luke: It's OK. It was awkward. Let's not talk about it (Sent 10:33 pm) Me: OK I won't. I'm thinking of going to the club this weekend, wanna go? We can do dinner at Applebee's. My treat. He doesn't respond back. Something told me not to text him. Period. Maybe it was Michelle's voice or something. I never listen to my intuition. 5. I'm wearing a red negligee and panty that I bought from Victoria's Secret. A knock comes at the door, and I open it. It's Luke. I frown and wonder what he's doing here. I open the door, and before I could say anything, he kisses me, and puts his tongue in my mouth. I give in to him, and put my arms around his neck. His body is so strong. It feels good against mine. He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me to the bedroom. He puts me on the bed, and collapes on top of me. We proceed with kissing, and I rip his shirt off. He has a lot of tattoos. Luke's mouth brushes against my neck, and he sucks my ear. The best part comes when he slips his dick inside of me, and pounds me. It feels so good. I feel like I'm in Heaven. My pussy is throbbing as I wake, and I realize it's all a dream. Bummer for me. But the dream was good. I wish that all of this happened in reality. I lay in my bed a while, and reminisce about the dream, before falling back to sleep. I visit the salon that day, because I want my hair done again. It's that time. I ask for Luke, and the woman at the desk tells me that he will be in shortly, but I can sit in his chair. I go to his chair and notice the pictures in his station. There's a picture of he and I, that we took last Spring for Mardi Gras, along with other party pictures he took with people, and even celebrities he met. The salon smells like hair, heat, and sweet sceneted shampoos and hair products. The sounds of blow dryers going off, washers in the back, and dilluted conversations fills the room. Luke comes in five minutes after I arrive, and when he sees me, he freezes in his tracks. He hangs up his coat, and accepts a million greetings from people in the shop. He's pretty popular around these parts I see. He comes up to me and tells me he's sorry for coming in late. "It's okay," I answer. "What did you want done?" He asks. "A wash would be great, and if you can curly it that'll be fabulous." "Sure," He answers, as he ties up his apron, "Let's get you a smock." I put on the smock, and he takes me to the backroom where the sinks are. He washes my hair, and scrubs my scalp. His fingers are long, and he gets my entire head. Luke puts a peppermint shampoo and conditioner in my hair, and washes it out real good. We don't talk much, but I do try to make conversation by saying general things, and he replies with, "yeah." Even after he's done with washing my hair, I can sstill feel the touch of his fingers scrubbing my scalp and washing my hair of buildup and oils. He blow-drys my hair, and has to change it because the one he always used went out. After he blow drys, he straightens my hair and curls it. "Your hair came out nicely," He says. About time he said something. "Thanks, do you like it?" I ask. "Yeah." "Like, describe it for me. Is it party girl? Is it a 90210 look? What is it?" "I think it's office girl finally steps out to club, gets a load off of a million Bloody Mary's and finds herself a guy she takes home." I look at myself in the mirror, and he holds a mirror up to me. He's right. I do look like that girl. "It's beautiful, as usual," I answer. "Go over to the cashier's and pay the forty," He says, as he sweeps the hair from under his station. As if I didn't know that? I've been here for a while now. The fact that Luke is talking to me like I'm a complete stranger really bothers me. 6. I decide to go to a club. I hate going to straight clubs sometimes because of sleezy men wanting to take me home. Gay clubs offer a better atmosphere. "Music" by Madonna has everyone on the dance floor. My favorite spot is at the bar, chatting with the bartender and smoking a cigarette. The bartender is of course a gay male, sporting millions of tattoos starting from his neck, and he has platinum blonde hair, and an eyebrow piercing. His gray eyes make him look feminine because of his makeup, but his muscles give him an added masculine look. Without asking for another drink, he pours me another. "Thanks," I say, taking another puff of my cigarette. "You look like you need more, going through a break up?" I shrug, "Not exactly, but I like someone who doesn't like me back." He rolls his eyes in agreement, "I know the feeling girl." A drunk man comes up the bar, and slurs something about a Bloody Mary. He's African American and very small, yet adorable. His voice is raspy. "Here," The bartender puts his Bloody Mary in front of him, almost as if he had the drink prepared before the young man came up to the bar. "Thanks," The man slowly takes in his drink. "Don't you think you had enough Darryl?" Bartender asks. He shakes his head, "I can never get enough of these," He turns to me, "It's my birthday today." "Oh, happy birthday," I exclaim. I should have known it was his birthday. Darryl is wearing a crown that says "Queen", and a shirt that says, "It's my birthday." Darryl looks very loaded, like he will fall out any minute now. He drops his drink. Nobody barely notices it, but another guy who tells the bartender he will clean it up for him. A white man, also skinny, decked out in a Versace outfit for men approaches the bar, and puts his arm around his lover's neck. "Darryl, this is why I hate going out with you, you don't know how to control yourself." His voice is so Californian, like a young valley girl. He looks at me and smiles, "Hi." "Hi," I answer. He puts Darryl's arm around his neck and helps him get up from the bar stool, and they both walk away. "Happens all the time," The bartender tells me. "Are they together?" "On and off for five years now. Those two are like night and day, vinegar and oil." I have to laugh at that. The irony of things! "How long have you been working here?" His eyes wander at the ceiling, like he's thinking back, "April '97." "Do you like working here?" "Oh it's fun, better than the last job I had! But this isn't the only job I have. I work at Casey's, the bar and grill downtown. I'm assistant manager." "Wow, good for you!" "By the way, your hair is off the hook girl!" I laugh, "Thanks." Another drink later, I go home and take a shower. The doorbell rings, and I answer. Low and behold, it's Luke! He has a blank expression on his face and holds up my purse. "You left this at the shop." I take it, "Oh my god, I didn't notice. Thanks. Do you want to come in?" He doesn't say anything at first, but then says yes. I let him in, and he asks to use the bathroom. "Down the hall," I answer. As he's in the bathroom, I feed my cat. Luke comes out, and I hold back from asking him if he wants a drink. I don't want him to think I'm trying to seduce him. He looks so good in his leather jacket; makes me want to jump on him! "Look," he starts off, "Sorry about the way I've been acting. But you really scare me. I wouldn't have came here, but I knew you needed your purse." "Well, I appreciate the kind gesture Luke." "You're welcome," He starts to turn away before I call him. "Luke?" "Yeah?" I sigh, "I'm sorry. I don't know if there's any other way to restore our friendship, considering I made a move on you and all." "Forget it," He starts to walk away again- "And I'm truely, truely sorry. I don't think I can say that enough." Now, I've got his full attention. "Look," He starts off, "I'm a gay man, and I like other men. I can never be with a woman. But fact is, when you kissed me that night, it felt nice, and reassuring, but the kiss was different." "Different, how?" "It's like a mom or grandmother kissing you, that's what it felt like. I can't really describe it, but that's what I felt. With another man, it's passionate. With you, a woman, it's different. I respect you, and honestly I don't look at you like that. I love you enough to tell you the truth--as a friend." I feel like breaking down and crying, my mouth shakes, I'm trying so hard to hold back tears and exploding. "Sorry," Luke finishes. He leaves and closes the door. I spend the rest of the night crying. I wake up, and cry again. There's some sort of relief, because I don't have to wander about his feelings for me, being that he is a homosexual male, but the truth hurts. When it hits you hard, it hits you full force. TO BE CONTINUED... Luke and Amy Luke's feet stood on American soil at O'Hare International Airport after an eight and a half hour non-stop flight from Frankfurt, Germany. After going through customs and gathering his luggage, an hour and a half later, he stepped outside. He took in a deep breath of cool March morning air in Chicago. "Home," he said out loud to himself with a smile on his face. Luke didn't care that he was about to fall on his face from exhaustion as he got a cab. He hadn't been home in over three years. He began studying abroad during his sophomore year of college and fell in love with Germany. He chose to transfer to The University of Hamburg and finish his degree. It wasn't that he didn't like the university he attended originally. His freshman year was excellent. But, once he went to Europe, he didn't want to come back. Luke directed the driver to his parents' house on the North side of Chicago. As he rode in the car, he realized how thankful he was for where the house was in relation to the airport. The traffic shouldn't be terrible and the sooner her got home, the sooner he would get much needed rest. He rested his head back, closed his eyes, and scratched through the two day scruff on his face. He kept his mind busy so he wouldn't fall asleep. If he kept his eyes open, he might have thrown up. He unluckily and got one of the many erratic cab drivers that sped their way down the highways of Chicago, weaving in and out of lanes at random. His eyes opened again as the cab slowed down, exiting the expressway. He got cash out of his wallet as they entered into the residential area. Luke was ready to get out of that death trap as fast as he could. He promptly paid the driver and fished his luggage from the trunk. He looked at the house he had grown up in from the sidewalk for a few moments. He took note of the St. Patrick's Day window clings on the bay window and the hedges in front of the windows that were replaced with rosebushes. It was nothing out of the ordinary for the area. All of the houses were densely squished together, fitting as many on each block as possible. His parents had added on a second story when he was a child to make more room for their growing family. They did a lot of work on the house, which took several years to finally complete. When it was all done, it was officially their dream house. They took out a wall between the front room and what used to be his parents' bedroom to expand the space. His room was moved upstairs next to his soon to be sister's room. His parents took his. The back bedroom was turned into a formal dining room and the kitchen counters were expanded. The basement was always a recreational area. He smiled fondly at the memories of his childhood, and how he was able to help his father with some of the demolition work. He probably shouldn't have let him Luke play with a sledgehammer at his young age. However, it was fun. Luke bounced up the stairs and caught his reflection in the glass door before opening it. He hand brushed his windblown short brown hair. He didn't want his mother to criticize him for un-kept hair so quickly after such a long absence. He opened the storm door and held it open with his hip as he unlocked the front door. Luke was welcomed by the familiar smell of his family home. Nothing had changed except for the giant flat screen television. The same light oak wood floors and soft green walls greeted him. The front room and hallway were decorated tastefully with family portraits taken every year of his childhood and adolescence. The more recent ones, he was missing from. Paintings his mother had collected over the years also donned the walls. The family dog, a loving yellow lab named Penny, nearly pushed him over as he was welcomed home with happy dog kisses all over his face. "Phil, you're home rather early, did something happen at the office?" his mother's voice rang from her upstairs office. "No, Mom, nothing happened at office," he said back smiling, placing his luggage against the wall by the door. Kathryn hurried out of her office and looked down over the railing, at her son. She was pleasantly shocked. "Luke, that can't really be you, is it?" He smiled up at his mother. "It's me." She hurried down the stairs and wrapped her arms tightly around her baby boy. She pulled away and looked him over, grinning wide. Her hands squeezed his arms, making sure that he was real. "I can't believe you're here," she said with glee. "What are you doing here? How are you? Are you eating enough over there? How was the flight? Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" His mother flooded him with questions and Luke just smiled, nodding and trying to speak, but she was incessant. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a bun, as always. Loose strands of hair fallen around her face. Her eyes were bright blue, same as his and his sister's. She kept her figure fairly well over the years. Kathryn held his face in her hands and looked adoringly up at her son as he spoke. "I'm great, Mom. Everything is great. I had about a month off in-between semesters and had saved up enough money to come home. I wanted to surprise everyone. I hope that's okay." She kissed both his cheeks repeatedly, not stopping to talk, "Of course it's okay! I'm just shocked. I'm incredibly happy and shocked." She pulled away and tentatively released him from her motherly embrace. "You look exhausted," she said genuinely. Luke chuckled. "I am. I'd love a nap on my favorite sofa." "You know where that is," she said with a wink. "Do you want some lunch beforehand? Amy will be home from school in a few hours. She is going to flip out. You had better rest up, because she won't let you sleep once she gets home." "No, I'm good. I ate on the plane. I know you're right about Amy. I better get some shut eye while I still can," he said, and then kissed her cheek. "Don't let her know I'm here, okay?" Kathryn nodded, unable to stop smiling. Luke dragged his feet to the burgundy over stuffed leather sofa and collapsed down on it. He pulled a crocheted blanket, made by his mother, over him. He fell asleep almost immediately. Penny curled up next to him with her head on Luke's legs. He was woken up from his blissful sleep by seventy pounds of dog pouncing off of him to greet his sister at the door. Luke sat up and rubbed his eyes. He remained silent on the sofa, waiting for Amy to notice him. He heard her familiar voice gabbing on her cell phone as she closed the door behind her. "No Way! Mister Rhodes told you that you have to re-do all of the flyers and tickets for prom just because of that?" Amy's voice echoed through the house. She passed right by Luke in the living room. She dropped her backpack on the floor, going through her normal daily routine with Penny as her shadow. "That's absolutely insane! I'm so sorry," Amy said as she made her way into the kitchen. "I'll go to the printing place with you on Saturday to take care of it." Luke stayed quiet with a smile painted on his lips, awaiting his sister's realization of his presence. Amy got herself a Diet Coke from the fridge and went back to the front room, listening to her friend on the phone. Then, she saw him. Amy's soda and cell phone drooped to the floor in unison as she screamed, "Luke! Oh my god! What are you doing here?" Amy's voice wailed as she wasn't able to control her euphoria, jumping up and down in place. Luke quickly realized his sister was no longer a little girl. The last time he saw her in person, her breasts probably couldn't fill out a B cup bra and her figure was almost straight as a board. She was very thin. Her mouth was filled with harsh metal wires, and her hair was one big frizzled ball cut into a terrible bob. Now, at eighteen-years-old, she was a goddess. Her curves had filled and her extremely full breasts were barely held in by her clothes. She had put some meat on her body in all of the right places. Her bright smile was straight and radiant. Amy's brown hair was flawless. It was pulled into low loose pigtails behind her ears that ended just above where he assumed her nipples would be. Pictures did her no justice. "Hey, Squirt," he said with a grin, very much enjoying her reaction. Luke rubbed his sleepy eyes again to make sure they weren't playing tricks on him. Amy picked up her phone and can of pop from the floor with shaky hands. She dropped the phone again before getting it up to her ear. "Kristy, let me call you back, my brother is home!" She tried to keep some sort of calmness, but it was a useless effort. A girly squeal from her friend was audible from across the room, emanating from the phone. "I know! Okay, I'll see you at school tomorrow." As she quickly spoke and then fought with the elusive red button, Luke took another eyeful of his little sister. He had attended the same private school that she did. He couldn't remember any of the girls ever looking that good in the school uniform. The dark blue sweater vest was stretched over her generous bosom. It took a split second to admire the school crest bouncing as she jumped in place. The white collared button down shirt met with a blue and green striped tie that was tucked into the vest. Her green and blue, plaid, pleated skirt that stopped just above her knees seemed to hug her hips with superiority. Even Christine, the hottest girl from Luke's class, didn't wear the uniform that well. His eyes trailed from her bare knees, to the white knee highs with tassels on the sides. Then, it was on to the black Mary Janes on her feet. He felt a stirring in his loins that he knew he shouldn't feel. As soon as Amy put her phone and beverage on the coffee table, she ran to the sofa and pounced on Luke's lap. She wrapped her arms tight around his torso, squeezing as hard as she could. Luke returned the hug, holding her around her waist as she sat on his lap. Amy pulled away, unable to wipe the smile from her face. She was so excited the only way to get out the energy was bouncing on his lap. She kept her hands loosely around his neck. "Luke, I can't believe it! What are you doing here?" He smiled looking up at her, trying to ignore the fact that she was bouncing on him and his biological reaction. He tried suppressing it as best as he could. "I had been saving up extra money with every intention of surprising you guys," he said. "It had been far too long since I was home." "How long are you here?" Amy asked. Her constricted breasts swayed inches from her brother's face. "School starts back up April, so you have me for almost an entire month." "A month!" Amy squealed with jubilation. "A whole month? You're not joking with me, are you?" Luke admired the freckles on her cheeks, beneath her thick rimmed, rectangular framed glasses as he spoke, "You have me for a whole month," he confirmed. Amy's bright blue eyes twinkled and her smile got even wider. Her giddy bounces continued and Luke couldn't help but remember the women who loved riding his cock in this position. "We are going to have the best time. This is the best surprise I've ever gotten!" Amy exclaimed as she hugged him again. Amy began to calm down, but just a little. She stopped bouncing, but innocently rocked on his lap, unable to contain her joy. Luke's hands held her at her waist, stroking his thumbs on her sweater. "How long have you been home?" Amy asked. Her hands settled on his shoulders. "I've been here since about eleven this morning. Mom confirmed I was real," he said cheekily, "then, I took a nap. I woke up right when you got home." Luke tapped his heels on the floor, bouncing his sister a little as she rocked on his lap. He could feel the warmth of her bare skin against his thighs through his khakis. Penny brought her favorite ball to the sofa and dropped it, wanting to play fetch badly. She was used to being the center of attention. Both Luke and Amy laughed and traded back and forth shoving it off the sofa as they talked. It was enough for her. "Did mom tell you?" Amy asked as her fingers played with the collar of his red polo shirt. "Tell me what?" Luke inquired. Amy frowned, well, as close as she could get to one in her state. "Mom and Dad turned your room into an office almost two years ago." "Well, isn't that nice," he faked being utterly pissed. "I cried when they were taking your room apart. I was so mad. But, Mom really did need it for work." Luke smiled fondly up at her. "You love me a lot, huh?" Amy nodded as fast as she could. Her pigtails danced on her shoulders. "You can bunk with me. You can't sleep on this couch for a month. One night and your back will be killing you and the air mattress would be even worse," she said, and then swatted the ball to the floor for Penny again. Luke thought for a moment before speaking. His cock was filling up with blood as his sister sat on his lap. He wondered how he would get any sleep with her next to him in a bed. "I don't want to put you out. Also, wouldn't that be a little weird?" Amy shook her head again. "I insist. I'm not letting your back suffer from sleeping anywhere else." She finally stopped moving on his lap for a moment. "We would share a bed every time we would go on vacation. Why would it be weird?" she asked with honest innocence. Luke questioned what she had asked. Maybe she was really that innocent. "Well, I mean, we are all grown up now. Last time we shared a bed was in Toronto. You were ten and I was fourteen," he said. "So what?" "Okay. Okay, if you I insist. You're right. I couldn't sleep here for a month," Luke said, and then smiled. "But, promise me one thing." He picked up the slobbery ball and tossed it across the living room, entertaining Penny. "What's that?" "That you won't roll over on top of me and almost break my nose with your hand in the middle of the night, like you did last time." He started tickling her sides where he knew she was the most sensitive. Amy squealed, and wiggled in his lap giggling, "Hey! You were snoring really loud and you pushed me so hard off of the bed that I fell on the floor. It woke up Mom and Dad!" Luke tickled her harder, his fingers flying up and down her curves. "You were so scared," he laughed. Luke grabbed her and pinned her down onto the sofa and continued tickling her. "And, I don't snore. That was you." Amy laughed hysterically, writhing on the couch. She unknowingly ground her body into her brother as he held her down, mounted between her thighs. "It wasn't me! It was you!" she squealed, playfully kicking her legs. "I'm not going to stop tickling you until you admit it wasn't me," he teased her. Amy could barely breathe she was laughing so hard. Talking was even more difficult, "It wasn't me, it had to be Dad," she gasped. Luke sat up and Amy's knees closed together and her curled legs on the leather. She blocked any up-skirt view from her brother as she caught her breath. He realized that he was practically dry humping his sister, and his cock was swollen against his pants. He wondered if she had noticed as he grabbed one of pillows to cover his bulge. His eyes wandered to Amy's heaving chest as he put it over his lap and rested into the nook of the couch where the pillow was. Penny had finally given up on her joy of fetch and plopped down on the floor against the front of the sofa as the tickling occurred. Amy was still catching her breath as she lifted her head. "Hey, you never called me as often as you promised." "I called you all the time!" Luke protested. Amy sat up, keeping her legs closed and curled to the side, playfully glaring at him. "You said you'd call at least once a week. Key words, 'at least.' So, technically five times a month is not as often as you promised," she teased him. "Hey, Squirt, I did my best. I always made sure to call you every October third at the exact time you were born, even though it was two-thirty-one in the morning in Hamburg," he said, and then returned the same playful scowl. "Was that not good enough for you?" Amy slid off the sofa and her brother watched her skirt flutter down against her legs as she got up, carefully stepping over the dog. She stood in front of Luke and leaned down, kissing his cheek. Her lips sent electricity through his being. "That was amazing. Thank you for doing that for me." She smiled and straightened back up. "And, thanks for letting me talk your ear off and steal your sleep." "Anytime." Luke winked. "I've got to get out of these stupid clothes before doing homework," Amy said, heading to the stairs. Luke chuckled, "Man, do I know that feeling," though he was sad to see her uniform go. He watched her bounce up the stairs and her skirt billowing against her ass on the way. Luke reached down, petting the dog's head, "What's a guy to do, Penny? What's a guy to do?" he asked idly. Penny looked up at him with a big doggie grin and Luke couldn't help but laugh, "Well, you're no help." Amy stopped in her mom's office before going to her room. Luke could hear the squeals and playful fight over his mom not telling her that he was home. A Cheshire grin spread across his face. He sarcastically yelled from the sofa, "By the way, thanks for turning my room into an office. Yeah, I really appreciate that one!" Amy came out of the room and leaned over the railing so she could see him. "Well, maybe if someone would grace us with their presence more than, oh I don't know, once every three and a half years. You may still have a bedroom." "Yeah, yeah, I get it, out of sight out of mind, right?" Amy playfully sneered at her brother, scrunching her nose and pursing her lips. He returned the look by sticking out his tongue and making antlers with his hands. Amy laughed then disappeared into her room. She quickly picked up a few articles of dirty clothes off the floor from her otherwise pristine room. Then, she changed clothes. While she was gone, Luke realized numerous similarities between his sister and his Swedish lover, Greta. He would make the eight hour trip to Gothenburg at least every other week for the last several months. She wasn't his girlfriend by any means. They just had a lot of fun together. But, she was by far the best and most passionate lover of any of the women he had ever been with. Greta and Amy's personalities were almost identical. They had the same eyes and hair color. Greta had freckles on her cheeks in the same places. Amy had grown into the same delicious figure she had, though that he had no idea of that until today. Luke wondered if he had been so fascinated by Greta because she was as close to his sister as he could ever have. He might have been lusting after Amy and never realized it. His head was swimming with thoughts. "It's not possible," he kept thinking. "Amy is my sister. I can't have feelings for her like that." His manhood very much disagreed. It was now aching in his pants. Luke kept his eyes on the walkway at the top of the stairs and pulled the pillow off and rubbed his throbbing member through his clothes. His cloudy mind wandered. The voices in his head fought with each other as he obeyed his male urges for a few moments longer. He wondered how Amy looked naked, if she liked taking it in the ass like Greta did, how she would look at him as he entered her, and how her mouth would feel around his cock. He yanked his hand away from his hidden erection as if he had touched something hot. He covered it back up with the pillow. "Stop it, Luke. Fucking stop it. You're making it worse," he said to himself under his breath, and then grabbed his book off the coffee table. He heard Amy's door open upstairs. His eyes followed the sound and he watched her glide down the steps.