5 comments/ 19459 views/ 1 favorites You Never Know Ch. 02 By: Elf_Goldberg As the three of us sat down on the bed I was desperate to get my dick into one of these women really soon or lose my mind. Our foreplay on the couch and the orgasm Yvonne had just had were sending me over the edge. I'm sure that my wife knew this and also knew that I wasn't going to go putting my dick into Yvonne without knowing that I had her blessing. So, I put my arms around my wife and gave her the biggest fuck me kiss that I could manage. I then waited again for her lead and she didn't disappoint me. Gail, my wife, moved between me and Yvonne and urged me to lie down across the bed. I did as she motioned and she started giving me one of her great blow jobs. Taking my dick into her mouth and swirling her tongue around the head as only she can. She also took Yvonne's hand and placed it on the shaft of my dick. Yvonne didn't need any further coaxing; she began stroking firmly up and down as Gail sucked. As Yvonne grew a little bolder she leaned down and joined Gail in licking the shaft from my balls to the base of the head. I was in heaven As I've said earlier, Gail and I have always had a great sex life and as a testament to that one drawer of our bedside table is filled with an assortment of vibrators. Whether you're in need of a little vibrating egg for the clit, a twelve inch long four inch diameter big boy or anything in between it's in the drawer and we use them often. So, I wasn't too surprised when Gail opened the drawer and pulled out her favorite nine inch vibrator and a bottle of lotion. Gail gently lifted Yvonne from where she was still sucking my dick. She put her mouth next to Yvonne's ear and I heard her say softly. "I want you to ride him" "Are you sure?" Yvonne asked. "Yes, I am." She said. "I want you to fuck him nice and slow." I certainly had no objections. Yvonne straddled me, Gail's hands on her hips, and lowered herself onto my cock. Her cunt was still soaked and she gripped tightly and let out a moan as my dick slid into her. I'm not huge or anything, maybe seven inches on a good day, but I swear as horny as she was it felt like I was pressing against the very back of her cunt. She started gently rocking back and forth, her cunt riding slowly up and down my cock, and I kept as still as possible trying my best not to come too soon. As Yvonne rode my cock Gail turned on the vibrator and began rubbing Yvonne's clit with it. She waited until she sensed Yvonne getting hotter and closer to orgasm and then coated the head of the vibrator with lotion. She then placed the vibrator at an angle where as Yvonne came down on my dick the head of the vibrator would slip slightly into her cunt as the shaft continued to work her clit. "Oh, oh... Oh, god. Oh, god." Yvonne moaned as she had another orgasm. I felt her cunt contracting around my cock and fought back hard to keep from coming myself. She lifted herself off of me and collapsed beside me on the bed. Gail kissed me again, reached over and kissed Yvonne and said "My turn." Gail straddled me and with one movement took my dick into her cunt all the way to the hilt. Her cunt was soaked and felt great. This time it was both of us that moaned. She rocked slowly on me and flexed the walls of her cunt in a special way she has which milks my dick. My hips automatically started moving up to meet her thrusts. It only took a few thrusts and Gail was jerking spasming in an orgasm. She was so worked up from the nights' events that a few thrusts were all it took. I knew my wife though, and I knew that she wasn't even close to being finished. As I expected Gail lifted herself off of me and even though my dick was moist with her juices and those of Yvonne she filled her hand with lotion from the bottle and covered my dick liberally with it. Gail had always loved anal sex and I knew exactly what she had in mind. She turned around where her back was facing me and lowered her sweet ass onto my dick; slowly at first with only the head going in, and then deeper with each thrust. As she thrust slowly I put my hands on her hips and raised mine to meet her. When my dick was fully buried in her beautiful ass we settled into a soft gentle rhythm and she leaned all the way back to lay on my chest. She turned to Yvonne who was now sitting beside us just watching the scene. Handing her the vibrator she had in her hand she said "I would really like for you to join in." Yvonne didn't hesitate. She took the vibrator and moved in front of Gail. I leaned sideways so I could watch as Yvonne worked the vibrator into Gail's cunt. I could feel the pressure and the vibration through the membrane that separated it from my dick. Yvonne and I settled into a rhythm pumping alternately into Gail's ass and cunt me pulling out as she slipped the nine inch monster all the way into her. Gail began making the little grunts and squeaks she always does as she gets into a really good fucking. There isn't much she likes better than having both of her holes filled and that is what we often use the vibrators for. Yvonne slowed the movement of the vibrator, leaving it buried deeply in Gail's cunt and pulling out only a little as I pushed in. Still looking around Gail to enjoy the scene I watched as Yvonne lowered her head and began to suck on Gail's clit, holding the vibrator buried to the hilt in her cunt. She sucked harder as Gail moaned loudly and began to orgasm. This was more than I could take. I thrust hard into Gail's ass and held her tightly to me as I exploded into her. Gail slumped off of me and lie on the bed so exhausted she was near sleep. I washed off in the bathroom and came back to lie beside her, one arm around Yvonne who was also lying beside us. As Gail slept I turned over and once again my dick was standing perfectly at attention. I guess this didn't escape Yvonne since she reached over and began to stroke it, going firmly from the base of the shaft and letting her fingers ride over the head. I couldn't help myself, not that Gail would have objected, but I crawled on top of Yvonne and drove my dick as far into her as it would go. I lifted her legs over her head to get better penetration and rode her for a good ten minutes. You Never Know Ch. 02 Thank you for all the comments on the first chapter. I've decided to keep the initials, despite requests for real names, since making up false names would take something away from the story for me. All characters in this story are over the age of 18. * I walked into the church that Saturday morning, tugging at my dark violet silk dress and repeatedly tucking my bangs behind my ear. My heart banged almost painfully against my chest and I was shivering. Deep breaths did nothing to assuage my anxiety. I saw a couple of people from the jazz gig, but didn't know anyone well enough to just walk up and start chatting. I awkwardly stood alone until a well-dressed man I recognized as S.'s brother and best man came up to me. He looked like a slimmer, more polished version of S. "Um, S. wants to talk to you for a minute in the back room," he told me, jutting his thumb towards the rear of the church. "Oh, uh, okay," I said, surprised. What could he have to say? The back room was really more of a coatroom, and I supposed the bride had dibs on the best place to get ready. S. didn't need a lot of preparation, anyway, I reasoned. All he had to do was run a comb through his hair, throw on a tux, and he was perfect. I poked my head into the room. It was dark, not made for everyday conversations between friends. "S.?" Suddenly I felt a hand on my wrist, the door closed, blocking out most of the light, and S.'s soft lips were buried in the crook of my neck. My legs melted away at his touch but I fought for my brain to master my body. "S., S., what are you doing? Stop!" He paused and what little light was left in the closet glinted off the whites of his eyes. "Do you really want me to stop?" he asked me in a low, growling voice I had never heard before. "Don't lie." "No, I don't," I admitted, trembling, "but this is your wedding. You're getting married in a few minutes." "Weddings are always late," he muttered, like that was the point I was trying to make. "The ceremony's going to be delayed anyway; I think there was some problem with the dress." I couldn't see well enough to predict his movements and he grabbed me close and flicked his tongue against my lips, encouraging me to open my mouth. The darkness, the heady smell of S.'s cologne, my heightened anxiety -- all of it contributed to my concession to S.'s ministrations. I could not help myself. My mind protested how morally corrupt this was, but it felt too good, too satisfying, to stop. I let my body relax into him and opened my mouth against his. He wasted no time in slipping his tongue inside and I moaned quietly in the back of my throat. He tasted like cinnamon and ginger. He still had a hold on my wrist and he tugged my hand down to the zipper of his slacks. "Feel how hard I am for you," he hissed in my ear, making my knees buckle. "I can't stay away from you. I need you. Ever since you kissed me in the car..." Every word out of his mouth was like a spell, intoxicating me and binding me to him. I stroked him gently through the material and heard him exhale slowly. He planted liquid kisses along my collarbone, always returning to my mouth to wrap his tongue around mine. He backed me against the only wall with no coats hung on it and pinned my hands above my head. "I can't resist you," he breathed. He urgently pressed his hips against mine and I gasped. S. reached into my dress and scooped out my breast, lavishing it with licks while still refusing to let me touch him. "S.," I panted in the dim light. "I need you." He smirked. "That's what I was waiting for," he whispered, releasing my wrists. I tore off half the buttons on his shirt and nuzzled his bare, built chest as he unbuckled his pants and let them drop to his ankles. I glanced down to see his proud cock for the first time and groaned softly. I started to fall to my knees to ravish him, but he held me up and shook his head. "No time for that," he said. "I want to be inside you." His eyes flashed suddenly and I heard him curse. "Fuck, I don't have a condom on me." I swallowed hard and made a quick decision. "It doesn't matter," I hissed. "Just fuck me." I wasn't on birth control but I'd worry about that later. I'd have a lot of things to worry about later. S. grinned at my reply and lifted me against the wall. I tore the flimsy fabric of my underwear aside. His fingers slipped up inside me, stretching me and making sure I was ready for him. I was dripping. He lifted his hand to his mouth and suckled, then offered his fingers to me. I tasted myself eagerly while S. hiked my dress up around my hips. He aligned himself with my entrance and we moaned in unison as he pushed inside me for the first time. The blunt head split me like a piece of overripe fruit. An ache sprang up deep within me but it was almost instantly relieved as S. slowly lowered me onto him until I could feel our pubic bones rubbing together. I released a breath I hadn't even realized I was holding. If his body was hot and hard, his cock was twelve times that. His hands cupped under my ass, supporting me, he guided me into a quick rhythm that had me dying to scream his name. I settled for digging my nails into his back and biting his shoulder as gently as I could to muffle whatever noise I made. He wasn't so much thrusting as rubbing, almost how it would feel if we were in bed and I was on top, grinding my hips into him. It was incredible. I started to whimper as the friction between us increased, but S. shoved his tongue in my mouth to quiet me. "God," he whispered, pulling back, "this feels so good but -- oh -- we're making too much noise. I told my brother what we were doing, so he should -- ah -- buy us some time..." The mm in 'time' stretched out into a very quiet moan as we sank to the floor together. I discarded the fact that S.'s brother knew what we were going to do from the moment he saw me in the church -- and I discarded the fact that I was having sex in a church -- and lay back onto a fallen coat, S. still buried deep inside me. There wasn't a lot of room to spread out in, but we made the best of the situation. I bent my knees and S. knelt between them, somehow never letting himself fall out of me. I was never left empty. S. started to pound into me with renewed vigor and my head rhythmically hit the baseboard, but I was beyond caring. "This is the best sex I've had in years," he panted. "God, you're -- oh -- fucking amazing. You feel so tight." I felt a guilty triumph flare within me. I was better than his fiancée. S. bent his head to my chest and licked roughly at my nipples through my dress. I had to struggle not to cry out, especially when he grazed his teeth over them. The roughness with which he handled me made the passion rise within me, and I felt myself peaking. S. must have sensed it somehow. He slipped a hand between our coupling bodies and rubbed steadily at my clit. I arched my back and came hard, holding my breath in order not to scream out. I pulled S.'s head down to me and had another orgasm as I pushed my tongue past his lips, desperately licking at the inside of his mouth. The kiss must have set him off. He thrust into me hard and throbbed as he climaxed. I felt his hot come pool against my cervix and relished the erotic sensation. I had never had sex without a condom before. Our limbs slowly untangled and our sweat-soaked bodies lay supine on the coatroom floor. "S.," I said softly, "that was unbelievable." I cupped a hand over myself and caught some of his come as it trickled out of me. I lifted my fingers to my mouth and tasted him. It was bitter, but there was a dark, almost familiar sweetness behind it that I couldn't quite identify. He leaned over and kissed me, tasting himself on my lips, and gently stroked my slit so I had some residual aftershocks. "I love you," he said hoarsely. The words were like music to my ears, but as I came down from the high we had just experienced, I felt a wrenching horror at what we had done. S. and I had fucked. In the coat closet. At his wedding. I sighed deeply and looked over at the faint outline of his face. "How are we going to explain your shirt?" You Never Know Ch. 02 All characters in this story are over 21. It is completely fictional. I have picked up immediately from where Part 1 ended. Even though we were going to be hanging out, we had a family tradition where my mother would not accept jeans or sweats for Thanksgiving. It was understood that we would dress "up". I put on a Blue, button down shirt, tie, and khaki pants and dress shoes which I laughingly referred to as the man uniform. I went downstairs and mom asked me to set the table. "Why do I always have to set the table?" Laughing, my mother, in her best mock angry voice said,"You have been asking me that for thirty years and you can ask me for thirty more and the answer is the same...because I told you!" After setting the table, I went into my living room. My father had already claimed the recliner leaving the couch and loveseat. Dad had a football pre-game on so I sat down in the loveseat. As soon as I sat down, my mom called me. "Chris, where is your sister? Can you call her?" "Oh come on Mom, I just sat down." Before I could say another word, my sister called down from the steps, "Coming, mom." I looked up to see her coming down the steps and she winked at me as she continued down the steps. Holy shit, I thought to myself. How the hell am I going to get through dinner with her dressed like that? My sister had put on a short black miniskirt with black tights, and a tight red sweater that although it was not low cut, hugged her just right, along with some flats. I guess the only thing I could think of was it was classic, sorority girl, I'm too cute look. However, all I could think about was throwing her down on the couch and doing her. "You look cute honey," my mom said. "What do you think big brother?" she asked, looking at me with a big smile. "You look very nice, Terry," I said, adding, "Who knew you cleaned up so well?" which brought me an immediate one finger salute with her tongue sticking out as she walked into the kitchen. "Honestly, you two stop it! You're acting like little kids," my mom scolded with a smile on her face. At that moment, my phone rang with a number I didn't recognize. "Hello?" "Hello, Chris, this is Mrs. Kramer." "Oh hi, what can I do for you?" "Well I made an appetizer and a desert and I need some help bringing them over." "Oh sure, no problem at all. I'll be right over," I said as I punched the off button. "Was that your girlfriend next door?" my sister said. "Shut up. Girlfriend, right," I said with disdain. "What did she want?" asked my mom. "She needs some help bringing over some stuff so I'll be right back." "Ok, and you two had better start behaving or I'll send you to your rooms!" said my mom. I walked outside and thought it was pretty cold today as I went up and rang the doorbell. When the door opened my jaw almost dropped as she let me in and closed the door. I thought I detected a hint of alcohol on her breath as she walked by me but that wasn't why I was surprised. She was wearing a white blouse with a Blue sweater over it, and a black skirt with black nylons and heels. The skirt was knee length but had a generous slit on the side. "Happy Thanksgiving, Mrs. Kramer." "Happy Thanksgiving to you too young man, "she said with a smile for the first time ever. "Mrs. Kramer, if you don't mind me saying so, you look very pretty." Upon hearing that, her smile widened a bit to display a perfect array of white teeth. "Why thank you very much. It's always nice to get a compliment from a handsome young man." Man, I must be a in a Twilight Zone episode, I thought to myself. She's actually being nice to me. It's either the weather, the booze, or something else, maybe sunspots. "Here, Chris, grab this plate for me please and I'll carry this tray." I opened the door and let her pass by and I caught a whiff of some perfume that absolutely smelled fantastic, like freshly cut roses. She locked the door and then we walked over and I opened the door for her to go in. My Dad stood up and went to grab the tray from her. "HI there, you must be Donna. I'm Fred, Chris's father," he said carrying it to the kitchen, "And this is my wife Joanie, and my daughter, Terry." As he made the introductions, I could see my Dad having a hard time taking his eyes off of her cleavage which was tastefully yet graciously displayed. While not low cut, the blouse definitely accentuated her ample bosom. After exchanging pleasantries, my Mom and Mrs. Kramer gave Terry some apps to bring out while my Dad poured drinks for everyone. We all went out to sit down and of course, my Dad took the recliner again with my mother and Mrs. Kramer sitting on the couch, leaving me and my sister to share the love seat. Mrs. Kramer was on the closest side of the couch and when she crossed her legs, the slit revealed quite a few of her legs, to the point that I started to wonder if she was wearing a garter and stockings. My sister sat down next to me and as she did, her skirt rode up a bit giving me a very nice view of her toned nylon covered thighs. That little shit, I thought. She is trying to turn me on. We sat around and had some small talk as Mrs. Kramer spoke about her little dress shop. "So, Donna, are you originally from the area?" my Mom asked. "Oh yes," she replied, "Born and raised, I met my late husband in high school." "I'm sorry, dear," my Mom said. "Thank you sweetie," she said. "We were married for thirty years but he passed away a year ago due to a heart attack. One day he was fine and the next..." her voice trailed off. "I'm sorry I brought it up." "No, no, it's ok. I have been doing fine and I love what I do now so things are really good," Mrs. Kramer said. We instantly all felt bad and my mother quickly changed the subject. "Well I hope Chris has not been a bad neighbor." "Oh far from it. I hardly know he's here. Although he does work a lot of hours, I'm guessing." My sister leaned into me and said, "He's always been like that. No time for girls." As she did so, she lightly rubbed my leg with her hand in a gesture that normally would be a loving gesture between siblings but in this case went through me like sticking your finger in an electrical outlet. During the next few hours, we had a great meal along with lots of wine and beer. After dessert, we sat in the living room and continued our discussions. During this time, I found out that Donna had no children and was an only child herself, with barely any relatives, thus the reason that she did not have a lot of company. As I heard her story, my heart went out to her as she was essentially growing old and approaching retirement years alone, with no one to share her life with. As she talked, she would occasionally look over at me and smile. Of course, my mom went through my history as a student and a runner and then of course bragged about my being an Eagle Scout and all that other stuff. "Wow, I didn't realize I lived next door to such a successful young man," she said. "I'm not sure about that, but thank you," I said. "He's always been modest," my mother said with a hint of pride, "I just wish he would take more time to enjoy himself." "Aw Mom, I get out now and then. Besides, I have a lot of responsibility." "Honestly, you need to get over that stupid girl," my mom said. Embarrassed, all I could manage was a "That is over and done with and when I'm ready I'll get back out there." "It's ok, Chris," Donna said, "You have plenty of time besides, girls your age can be tough, I know," and her and my mom both laughed. Looking over at my sister asleep against me, Donna and my mom smiled. "You and your sister are pretty close, huh," asked Donna. "Yes, we always have been, she's a pain in the rear sometimes but she's a great kid." "She is lucky to have you, "she said. It was now getting to be about 9:00 and it seemed like everyone was starting to run out of steam. Dad of course had fallen asleep in the recliner, and my sister had fallen asleep with her head on my chest, with her legs draped over the arm of the loveseat, her skirt just covering her crotch. "Well, I think I am going to be going now," Donna said, yawning. "Well, it's been great having you with us and a pleasure," said my mom. We have to get up in the morning to go to the airport anyway. Son, why don't you walk her back?" "Sure, Mom, just let me get rid of this dead weight here." I got up carefully, and put a pillow under her head, threw an afghan over her and she didn't move. Grabbing the plate and tray that Donna had brought over, I opened the door and let her out and walked her over to her place. She opened the door and I walked in behind her. "Where do you want me to put these?" I asked. "Oh just set them on the kitchen counter, please," she said. "I just need to go to the bathroom really quickly so don't leave yet," I walked in and set them down on the counter, noticing that her house had a very Martha Stewart type of touch with all kinds of little decorating details. I was standing in the living room and looking at some of the pictures she had up and didn't even hear her come back in until she was right beside me. I turned to her and before I knew it, she was giving me a big hug so I hugged her back. "Thank you for a wonderful day," she said, a slight slur to her words, holding me tight and pressing those big tits against me. "You're welcome. I'm glad you could come over and meet my family. And it was really nice to get to know you. It took us way too long," I said. "I agree and by the way, that girl had no idea what she gave up, if you don't mind me saying." "That's nice of you to say," I replied. Pulling in even closer so that our faces were mere inches apart, she said, "There are plenty of women right in front of your nose if you look," she said and all of a sudden, she kissed me lightly on the lips and then grinning, leaned her head on my shoulder and kissed my neck. As she did so, she wobbled a little bit and I grabbed her tight to make sure she didn't fall. "Oopsy," she said, "Maybe I should sit down for a minute." as I kept my arm around her to steady her, I directed her over to her couch and almost fell on top of her as she settled in. As I turned to her, I noticed that a couple of buttons on her blouse were now undone, giving me a full view of the swell of her breasts, contained by a white lacy see through bra. She was now leaning back against me and my left arm was pinned behind her. "It's these damn heels," she said, kicking off her shoes. "Oh you naughty boy, you have your arm around me," she said giggling. Getting up closer to my face, she leaned over putting her mouth near my ear and whispered, "What is it you want?" "Well, it's kind of late, and I should be getting back home, so maybe we should pick this up some other time," I said. Oh man, this is totally crazy. By now I was totally hard but kept thinking about the fact that my family was probably waiting on me and I didn't want to start any more stuff than was already stirred up. Giggling, she reached over and kissed me hard on the lips, and grabbing my hand, pushed it onto her blouse to feel her. The feeling was awesome as I had never felt ones this big before. Parting my mouth, we began to French kiss, as she put her hands on my chest. I cupped her boob, rubbing my hand back and forth over it. She then ran her free hand down to my stomach and stopped, as my erection was now clearly visible through my pants. "Harder," she said, as she put her hand on mine and squeezed. As she moved her hand down again, I grabbed her wrist and gently moved it so that her hand was now resting on my ever-growing manhood. When I let it go, I moved my hand back to her chest and while she didn't squeeze, she didn't move her hand either. "Mmm, speaking of hard," she said. By this point, I had my hand inside her blouse and could feel the silky smoothness of her bra. I was just getting ready to unbutton another button when all of a sudden; she broke the embrace and started to get up. "Oh God, I'm going to be sick," she said putting her hand over her mouth. I got up to help her as she staggered into the bathroom and got down on her knees to hug the toilet. As she did so, she immediately began to throw up. Kneeling next to her, I rubbed her shoulders gently as she continued to heave. Reaching up, I grabbed a towel and handed it to her so that she could wipe her mouth. She wiped her mouth and then looked at me, her hair completely disheveled. Tears were in her eyes as she opened her mouth. "Oh I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," she sobbed. "Nothing to be sorry for, how are you feeling?" "My stomach feels a lot better but I feel so foolish about what happened..." her voice trailed off. "Can you stand up?" "I think so, if you help me," she said and I held on to her as she got up. Helping her, we slowly made our way up the steps. Getting to the top, I helped her to her bed and threw back the covers and then laid her down. "Stay here for a second, I'm going to get a trashcan and some water for you just in case." I found a small trashcan with a liner in it and set it next to the bed. I then went downstairs and fished a bottle of water out of her refrigerator and brought that back up as well. She was now lying on her side, facing me... "Oh Chris, I'm so sorry for this. I feel totally embarrassed. How can I face you...?" "Donna, it's ok. No harm done, and besides, I think you're beautiful," I said smiling as I leaned over and kissed on her on the forehead. She smiled and then almost immediately passed out. I sat there for a few minutes to make sure she was ok and not throwing up anymore. It was a huge turn on to see her laying there with her boobs half out and her skirt ridden up. Before I covered her up, I had to have an answer to the question so I pulled her skirt up enough to see whether she was wearing stockings and she was! Damn, that would have been fun, I thought. The next thought that crossed my mind was that was a pretty perverted thing to do so I put her covers over her and walked out of the room. I locked the door on the way out and casually looked down at my watch. Oh crap, I've been gone for almost an hour! How the hell am I going to explain this I thought as I opened my door and closed it and locked it. As I turned around, I saw that the recliner and couch were empty, meaning that my parents had gone to bed. My sister was still zonked out on the loveseat so I figured I would just leave her there. I turned off the light and went upstairs to my bedroom. I noticed that the door to my parent's room was shut so they were probably asleep. I walked into my room and closed the door. Taking my tie off, I threw it on my dresser and sat down on the bed, taking my shoes off. As I did so, I thought I heard steps and then a door close and I figured it must be my sister going to bed. I took of the rest of my clothes except for my underwear, turned out the light, and got under the covers. The buzz I had from the wine was pretty much gone after the events next door and I was a little tired as I laid my head down to go to sleep. What a weird f-ing day! I never imagined any of it happening, particularly with my sister, and I damn sure never had a woman throw up on me before. Ok, maybe not on me but near me. I lay there for a few minutes when all of a sudden I heard my door open and close. I was still as I could be as I tried to figure out what was going on and who it was. I could barely make out from the glow of the clock that it was my sister, Terry. I wonder what she wants, I thought to myself so I decided to pretend I was asleep. "Chris," she whispered, "Chris, wake up." I didn't say anything. Maybe she'll go away. She continued to my bed and to my surprise, climbed under the covers on the other side from where I was laying. I was on my back and I could feel myself starting to get hard again. She moved closer and I could feel her hand moving around, sliding up my thigh, searching for me. When she found the waistband of my underwear, she pulled it down and exposed my semi-hard cock. As she did so, she started slowly stroking me and alternating between doing that and playing with my balls. "That feels awesome, but what the hell are you doing?" I asked "Ooh shit!" she screamed out, then more softly,"You asshole, you scared me, you were awake the whole time weren't you?" "Yes I was," I answered and leaned over to kiss her on the lips. "Mmm that's nice, "she said. "You smell like your neighbor's perfume, what did you do?" "Oh man, what a nightmare. I helped her carry her stuff home, and when she got in the door, she started feeling sick and I had to help her to her bathroom. She threw up a bit and then passed out so I had to carry her up and put her to bed." "Really? NO kidding?" she asked. "You sure you didn't try to take advantage of her?" "Yeah, I'm really into that whole vomit thing," I said and we both laughed. "I hope no one heard you come in here." "Nope, they are fast asleep," she said. "Now we have to get moving around 7 so I figure we have a good 8 hours or so, which should be plenty of time..." "Oh yeah, for what?" "For this." And with that, she promptly threw the covers back and holding my cock steady, began licking it around the head. "Oh yeah that feels great," I said. Reaching down I grabbed the sides of her head and started to pull her up and down on me as she sucked me, my cock quickly getting hard again for what seemed like the millionth time today. Expertly flicking her tongue around, she went up and down and then began deep throating me, taking me all the way in, the first time any woman had ever done that to me. "Here, take off your shirt and let's 69," I said. She quickly took her shirt off and slid around, putting that fine ass and pussy on my face and taking my cock, started rubbing it all over her face. "How does that feel, Chris?" she said. "How does it feel knowing your little sister is sucking your big fat cock?" "Well how does it feel to have your big brother licking your pussy?" Grabbing her hips and spreading them, I licked up and down her pussy, and then, licking the fingers on one hand, I took one and started gently playing with her ass while my tongue darted in and out of her, the wetness covering my face. She moaned softly at first and then a little louder, and she started squirming on top of me. The feeling distracted her so much that she stopped sucking my cock and just kept stroking me, as she moved back and forth above me. "Hey, don't stop sucking me," I said. "Well shit, you're eating me so good, I can't concentrate," she gasped in short breaths as her thighs quivered. "Wow baby, just let go, let me make you cum for me," I said. "Ooh yeah ooh yea, don't stop, keep doing it. Ooooohhhhh..." she cried out as her whole body shook. Without missing a beat, I pushed her forward and got into a doggy position behind her, and grasping my cock, slid it all the way inside of her. Grabbing her hips, I started slowly working myself in and out of her, the warm wetness of her tight pussy enveloping me. "Oh God, you feel so good inside of me, Chris. Fuck me with that fat dick." Reaching forward, I leaned over her back and grabbed both of her firm tits, rolling her nipples around in my fingers while I continued to thrust in and out of her. We picked up the pace and I could feel my balls slapping against her as I continued to fuck her. She started shaking again and I knew she was cumming so I pulled out, and grabbing her around the waist, picked her up and put her down on her back, spread her legs, and climbed on top of her, putting her legs up over my shoulders while I rubbed my dick back and forth across her pussy lips. I felt her fingers reach down and she put me inside her and we picked up where we left off, my hard cock sliding effortlessly in and out of her. Pulling her legs down and to the side, I leaned forward and kissed her hard, her tongue meeting mine as we said nothing, both of us enjoying the warmth of forbidden love. You Never Know Ch. 02 ""When you cum, I want you to cum in me, I want to feel you shoot inside me," she said. "This feels so good, I am going to shoot so hard in you," I responded. Picking up the pace, I thrust harder and harder, her hands reaching behind me to grab my ass, pulling me in deeper. We kissed harder, our tongues wrestling for control as my manhood plowed into her; the only sound was our grunting and the wet slap of cock in pussy. We kept it up for a few more minutes and I could feel my nut sack starting to tighten. "Here it cums," I said and all of a sudden, I could feel the familiar throbbing as my cock began to pump wave after wave of hot sperm inside her. With that, she took her legs and wrapped them tightly around my waist and she pulled me into her, not letting me get out as my cock stayed deep inside her, filling her up with my seed. After a minute or two, I had stopped cumming but she kept me inside her. I leaned down and we kissed, my dick resting inside her. After a minute, I began to soften and eventually, slid out of her. I then lay down on my back and she came and laid her head on my shoulder. "Well, this certainly is nice, I wish we had started doing this a lot earlier," she said. "Oh man, I don't know if we could have handled it. Don't get me wrong, I mean it feels awesome and I do love you so much, but I 'm not sure man people would understand it." "You love me?" she repeated, "Aw, I love you too sweetie," and she leaned over and kissed me. Crap, I meant love like sister, not lover. It's all so damn confusing and now she's running with it. Thank goodness she's leaving to go home, I thought. "So what do we do now?" she said. "Well, I guess we just see where it takes us. I mean I don't want to stand in your way in case you have a boyfriend or meet someone." "Hmm, right now, I don't want anyone else," she said as she hugged me tighter. "When am I going to see you again?" "Right now, I'm not sure," I said, " I only have a couple days for Christmas so I'm probably not coming home again until sometime in the spring." Pouting, she ran her hands along my chest and down to my groin. Grabbing my manhood, she started stroking me and whispered in my ear, "Let's see if I can make that sooner." The next few hours were a blur of sexual frenzy as we tried all kinds of different positions. Eventually, we fell asleep and the next thing I knew, I rolled over and it was 6:30. I had originally told everyone we would get up at 7 in order to have time to get ready. I figured I'd better get her up and back to her bed before our parents woke up when I heard a knock on the door. "Chris, are you up?" my mom asked. Oh shit. What do I do? If I don't answer, she might just come in. "Yeah, mom, what's up?" As I answered, my sister started to stir. "Are there clean towels in there? I don't see any in the hall closet." Damn, that's what started this whole mess in the first place. "Actually no, just mine, there should be some in the dryer." "Ah, ok, I'll take a look," she said. As I heard her walk away I could hear my sister saying, oh shit oh shit oh shit. "Relax, wait until you hear the door shut and the water running, and then slip back to your room." As she got out of bed, she grabbed her t-shirt and put it on. Gently, she reached over and squeezed me, "Thanks for letting me use this," she said. She stood by the door and when the door to the hall bathroom closed, she ran out and silently slipped back into her room, undetected. The rest of the morning was uneventful. I drove the family to the airport and said goodbye, my sister crying a little as we hugged goodbye. Quite honestly, I was looking forward to going home and having a few days to myself of some normal time and just relaxing. As I pulled up to my place, the thought of what happens next with my neighbor immediately popped in my head. But, I was pretty tired so I walked in, shut my door, turned on the TV and lay down on the couch. My phone was blowing up with text messages from my sister about how much she missed me, how special I was, blah blah blah. This just made me feel worse about what we did and wondering how I was going to handle this. However, between this, the events of last night, and taking everyone to the airport, I figured ah the hell with it and fell asleep.