2 comments/ 26346 views/ 5 favorites Together Forever By: AriaSilverfyre Demitrius silently entered Lynette's apartment and remained unseen in the shadows. He watched Lynette as she cleaned the kitchen after her evening meal. One at a time she rinsed the dishes and placed them in the rack to dry. He continued to observe silently as she wiped the stove and counter. As she turned around, he changed vantage points to stay hidden. Lynette was completely unaware of the vampire's presence. She went to her bedroom to change into her nightclothes when she finished cleaning. While Lynette was dressing, Demitrius positioned himself casually on the sofa, making himself look as though he had always been there. Lynette nearly screamed when she emerged from her bedroom and saw Demitrius on the sofa. She gasped loudly and grabbed the door frame to steady herself. "How long have you been here?" She asked once she caught her breath, "Long enough." Demitrius replied casually. The light reflected in his dark green eyes and highlighted his features. Lynette could hardly keep from thinking about how good he looked. She knew that he could read her thoughts. He'd done it several times already, usually catching her off-guard. She sighed quietly and walked over to him, dragging her hand across his chest as she moved around the side of the sofa. He took her hand in his and gently kissed it. A smile danced across his lips as he looked into her eyes. Never in his two hundred thirteen years of existence had he loved a mortal woman as he loved Lynette. He was very tempted to change her in order to be with her forever in the literal sense of the word, but she was not ready and he would never force her to do something like that against her will. "How many times must I tell you to let me know when you're coming over. You know how much I hate when you just appear." She scolded, making an attempt to sound serious. :"Would you like an exact number or a good estimate?" He responded with a coy smile. Lynette glared at him for the smart-ass response, but couldn't help breaking into a smile. Demitrius was a trickster of sorts by nature. He loved all kinds of fun and was always quick with a witty comment or joke. Whenever she was sad or depressed, Lynette could always count on him to cheer her up. "I'm just playing my darling." He said softy when he saw the look on her face. "I know you are sweetheart." She replied. She often wondered how she was able to claim such a handsome man like Demitrius as her own. Lynette didn't consider herself to be of supermodel standard though many people told her that she was pretty. Most of the time she didn't believe them. After her last relationship she didn't think that she would ever be able to trust men again. However, that soon changed when her friends dragged her to the club to "make her forget the cheating bastard." At least that was what their excuse was. As soon as she saw Demitrius something about him made her trust him completely. He intrigued her. He had this aura of sorts around him that seemed to draw people near. Lynette spent most of the evening watching him. Eventually he came up to her and introduced himself. From there the rest is history. She didn't find out until several dates later about his true nature. For some reason it didn't surprise her as much as she thought it would. It was as if she always knew he was a vampire. Demitrius's gentle nibbles on her wrist brought her back to reality. She gazed into his eyes and sighed. There was no doubt that she loved him, but to be with him for eternity was to difficult to think about. :"I'd give you a penny for your thoughts if I had one." He said with a sly smile. Lynette shook her head slightly. She sat on the edge of the sofa and leaned over Demitrius. "If you wanted you could read my thoughts. I was only thinking about you." She said softly. Demitrius's eyes flashed red for a split second. He remembered that he had not fed for several days. His fangs slid down into position as he thought about how sweet Lynette's blood tasted. Tonight would be very enjoyable; he had it all planned out. He moved over a little to allow Lynette more room to sit. She happily accepted. She leaned down and gently kissed his forehead. He responded with a playful growl that send delightful shivers along Lynette's spine. Very gently he moved the hair from the side of her neck with a finger, allowing his nail to trail across her soft skin. She quickly inhaled as he touched her. She knew what he was about to do. It didn't bother her though, in fact she really enjoyed it when he fed. The experience was very erotic. Lynette held her breath in anticipation as Demitrius wrapped an arm around her and leaned in. He softly kissed her neck, teasing her. Extending his fangs fully, he growled seductively and bit the spot he had just kissed. Lynette gasped as the tiny flash of pain quickly became pleasure. Her eyes half-closed and she tried to concentrate on breathing normally. It was difficult, however, and her breath caught in her throat. Sensing this, Demitrius chuckled in his mind as he licked the blood from her pale neck. He released his hold on her and leaned back against the arm of the sofa. His arm remained supporting Lynette as she recovered. Her eyes blurred and refused to focus for several moments. Her breathing was deep but steady. "Are you ok my dear?" He asked when he saw her empty expression. "I... I'm fine." She replied as she fully returned to normal. Demitrius moved his arm and changed positions. Lynette turned to face him and realized that she was very wet. She blushed before noticing that Demitrius was also aroused. He smiled softly as Lynette gazed into his eyes. She leaned closer to him and kissed him deeply. Their tongues danced together as his hands roamed over her back. He broke from the embrace and stood. Lynette looked up at him with a puzzled look on her face. The look instantly disappeared as Demitrius swept her into his strong arms. She loved his strength. Truly there was no mortal man who could pick her up like that. Clasping her hands around his neck, Lynette steadied herself as she was carried to the bedroom. Very gently, he laid her on the bed. He was barely able to contain the smile that danced across his lips. He could still taste her blood. He secretly hoped that she would agree to be with him forever. Lynette gazed into his beautiful, clear green eyes, wondering what he was planning. Each evening Demitrius fed, there was always some sort of other pleasures to finish it. Lynette lay comfortably against the pile of pillows. As she drifted into deep thought about what the evening would hold, she was brought back to reality by Demitrius gently trailing his fingernails along her neck, over her shoulders, down her arms, then back to her shoulders and down her chest. The chills raced along her spine at his light touch. She inhaled deeply as her skin was awakened by his skillful caresses. How could anyone not love a man who knew how to please a woman so well? Demitrius's caresses continued over the rest of her body, and down her legs, skipping the spots she was most ticklish. Lynette was almost completely immobilized by his attentions. She was vaguely aware as he unbuttoned her night shirt and opened it. He slipped first one, then the other arm free. She was now fully exposed. Another playful smile danced on Demitrius's lips as he traced a line from Lynette's knee up the inside of her thigh with a single fingernail, causing her to squirm a little. A soft moan escaped her lips as the vampire teased her relentlessly. She felt so hot inside and longed for his touch to go deeper. Teasing her even more, he traced her swollen lips and toyed with her clit. Her breaths became more rapid as Demitrius continued to play. He dipped a single finger into her wetness and brought it to his lips to savor her taste. His tongue licked the pungent juices seductively. A sigh of pleasure escaped his lips as he tasted her. Once clean, his finger found her wetness again, going deep inside her. Very gently it was joined by another. In a slow rhythm, his fingers moved in and out. His thumb carefully massaged her clit. Her hips moved in time with his motions, meeting each thrust of his fingers. A wave of heat coursed through her body as she neared climax. Demitrius moved faster, adding a bit more pressure with his thumb. She gasped and moaned as the pleasure surged through her. Demitrius pulled his fingers out and licked her juices from them. "Very nice." He said seductively. He leaned down and lapped at her dripping juices. Lynette squirmed as his tongue tickled her super-sensitive clit. He reached up and toyed a little with her left nipple. He lifted his head and smiled. Standing up he moved to the side of the bed. Lynette lay breathing heavily. Demitrius brushed her dark hair from her forehead. She looked at him and wondered what he was thinking. His soft hands caressed her cheeks. The moved down her neck and over her chest to her breasts. He gently cupped each one and fondled it. Her nipples received his attentions and responded. They were like small, pink pebbles when he returns to massaging her soft breasts. He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over her. His green eyes sparkled as he lowered himself to kiss her deeply. His tongue danced with hers. They broke the embrace. Demitrius moved down to suckle on her breast. His tongue played with each one in turn. Once again, Lynette felt the heat starting to build between her legs. Sitting up, Demitrius unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, revealing his well-toned muscles. Lynette turned her head to watch him, wondering what he was going to do next. She quickly found out when Demitrius took off his pants, taking his confining briefs with them. His penis stood at full attention as he turned back to face her. Crawling to the foot of the bed, he looked like a cat about to pounce. He licked up the inside of her thigh and then did the same to the other, before spreading apart her legs. Moving up, he rubbed the head of his penis up and down her wet slit. Lynette moaned, then gasped when he suddenly entered her hot pussy. She wrapped her legs around his lower back to allow him to go deeper. Slowly, he began moving in and out. He pulled out almost fully, then drove it back in. His pace quickened as Lynette began to pant. She did her best to match his pace with her hips. Soon she felt the warmth course through her body. Demitrius felt his balls begin to tense in preparation to release. "Do you want to be with me forever?" He asked between breaths. "Yes..." Lynette moaned as another orgasm surged through her. Her hot pussy massaged his penis as the spasms of pleasure raced over her. Demitrius's penis shuddered and then erupted as he reached his climax. He pulled out quickly and shot his cum all over her stomach. They took a few moments to catch their breath. Lynette sat up, propping herself with her hands behind her. Demitrius gazed into her eyes and smiled. "Are you sure about your decision?" He asked. "Yes. I want to be with you forever." She replied. He moved a few stray hairs from the side of her neck and gazed into her sparkling eyes, his emotions running rampant through him. He was very sure she was his true soul mate, but understood that only she could make that choice. She stared back, her gaze appearing to penetrate his soul, and smiled. There was no turning back now. This was the moment in which her life would forever change. They sat, not wanting the moment to end. After a short time, Lynette broke contact, tilting her head to the side. Demitrius grinned with full understanding. He leaned forward immediately, pulling her closer. Fully extending his fangs, he bit the warm, soft flesh. He was unable to contain a wide grin as he thought about the fun he would have as the years became centuries with Lynette by his side. Together Forever I slammed on the brakes when she appeared in the road ahead of me. She glowed a pale blue that penetrated the night's darkness, and standing out clearly through the sleet and the foggy windshield. The car started to slide, losing traction on the pavement. The image of my wife did not waver as I steered into the skid; she raised a transparent arm and stabbed a finger at the side of the road. Then the specter was gone. I pulled off the road and waited for my heart to stop pounding. There had been rage in that stabbing finger, even though her face had been indistinct. She was still angry. Even in death she had not found peace. I put the car back in gear. The ghost had pointed to a narrow side road that I had missed in the sleet and darkness. I carefully turned down it. A small tree had grown in front of a faded sign, but I glimpsed it as the headlights washed across it. "Belvedere Bed and Breakfast. No Vacancy." That was it, I thought, creeping forward, trying to penetrate the night with sheer force of will. I had gone through her credit card bills and account statements after the death certificate arrived, after she started appearing each night. Checks for the bed and breakfast had been regular, but I had not been able to google it, nor had it been in the phone book. I had no idea that it was only a half-hour out of town. When she left, the charges had been for New Orleans, then for Vegas, and finally, for the last two months of her life, for this place. It was almost back home where she had begun her journey. After half an hour, the late October sleet had intensified, and I had almost given up, but the road widened as it ended in a gravel parking lot. On a little hillside above the lot, a rambling house stood. There were lights on, and in the mix of that soft light and the car's headlights, the place looked old and run down. My heart jumped a little as I saw a formless blue glow on the veranda, disappearing through the front door. I shut the car down and looked around. There was an old pickup on one side of the gravel, and a new sedan with rental plates on the other, so the place was not totally deserted. I sighed and made a dash for the porch, sloshing through puddle of icy water. This was where I was supposed to be, and Jeanne would give me no peace unless I went through with it. Shivering, I knocked and waited, knocked and waited. It was only 10 or so, but everyone could be in bed, or the racket of the sleet on the tin roof could be drowning my knocking out. Finally, the porch light came on, and a moment later, the door swung open. The man who opened the door stood there, and then finally announced: "We're closed. No vacancy." He was young, no more than thirty, muscular in a bulky sweater and dirty jeans, and he started to close the door. "No, wait!" I said, the words spilling out. "I'm not looking for a place. I'm Jeff, Jeff Parker. My wife stayed here, Jeanne. I'd like to talk to someone about her. Please?" The door stopped closing. "Jeanne?" He said, thinking it over. He seemed a little slow, maybe mildly retarded. He frowned with the effort of thought, then nodded to himself. "Yeah." He concluded, opened the door wider, turned, and walked away. He paused at the end of the entry hall and looked back at me, surprised I had not followed. I was still on the threshold, reluctant to take that final step. "Come in." He finally said. "You need to talk to Miz Monica." I felt like I'd been released, and stepped into the house, closing the door behind me. He led me to a large parlor which was furnished with several couches arranged to face a dusty, silent television. He gestured for me to sit. "I'll get her." He said, and walked off. The house was not silent; the rain and sleet on the roof made sure of that. It was a comforting sound. There were no groans and screams, as much as the place looked like a haunted house, there was only the rain and the loud ticking of a grandfather clock in the corner. It was haunted, though. Jeanne was here, and had probably died here. As I waited, I thought back four months to that fateful day. After being so happy together for so long, things had begun to change. Jeanne had begun to change, becoming restless, easy to anger. Finally she had passed out one evening and cracked her head on the kitchen counter. When I rushed into the room, she was lying in a little pool of blood. At the hospital they did the requisite scans and tests. The fall had not hurt her, but the scans revealed a large, dark mass. They kept her overnight, and the doctors confirmed it in the morning. A malignant tumor spread its tendrils through her brain, inoperable. They said she had three months, with chemotherapy, maybe six. The fury that consumed her with the diagnosis was aimed entirely at me. Somehow it was my fault, and it was not fair. Jeanne lived a healthy life, healthy food, no smoking or drinking, and she got plenty of exercise. I was the opposite. I smoked, I loved junk food, rarely seriously exercised, and I liked a nice cold beer or a glass of wine. Yet she was dying, and I was healthier than I had a right to be. I tried to be understanding. The doctors said that the pressure of the tumor lead to radical personality changes. It was difficult, not because it was unpleasant for me, but because I could not help. She packed and left two days later, taking a leave of absence from her job and cashing out her retirement fund. I did not see or hear from her again. The only reason I knew she was gone was the death certificate. That and her angry ghost. "That's him?" A woman's voice broke my reverie, and I looked up. Two women had entered the room, the man who had answered the door behind them. The woman who spoke was the younger of the two, a dark-haired short woman in her mid-twenties. She was just on the edge of plump. Her pretty face and pouting lips were spoiled by the coldness of her stare. I shivered. "He's soaked and freezing. Caleb, can you make us some hot tea?" The older woman pointed towards a back hall when Caleb did not move. He shuffled off, and she turned to me. "I am Monica," she said, sitting down across from me. "Was Caleb right? You are Jeff Parker?" She was in her late thirties to early forties, a thin woman whose body was entirely obscured by the bulky sweater and sweat pants she wore. She would have been attractive had she not been haggard. I wondered if Jeanne had been keeping her awake as well. "Yes. Ms...er, Monica. We need to talk about Jeanne." "That's an understatement," the younger woman said. Monica turned to her. "Could you give Caleb a hand, Charity? He's a little farther gone than usual, and I'm afraid tea might be beyond him." Charity snorted, turned, and left. Monica and I sat in silence for a while. Finally she sighed. "You've seen her, then?" "Jeanne? Yes. She guided me here tonight." "She is not resting easily. She had so much anger. She haunts us too." "I did not want to pry. When she left, after the diagnosis, I understood. I thought that maybe that would be what I would do, take one last fling, a final farewell packed with as much as I could. But she seemed to insist I come here, now. What does she want me to do?" Monica thought for a while. "We never made it as a bed and breakfast. I have some skill at natural healing, and every once in a while, we take a guest for that reason. It keeps the property taxes paid, but not much else." Caleb and Charity appeared with a tea tray, and Charity poured me a steaming cup. "Herbs," she said. "It will take the chill away and keep you from getting sick. Monica taught me." Monica shot her a sorrowful look. "Thank you, dear." I took a sip of the tea. It was earthy, with sharp bitter herbs, but it was hot, and I drank it gratefully. "Thank you." Charity nodded and left, Caleb in tow. "Anyway, Jeanne had heard of us somewhere. She was not ready to give up, and she came here with Tekka. I did what I could, but it was not enough. I delayed the inevitable maybe a month." "Who is Tekka?" I sat the cup down carefully. I was feeling a little groggy from the warmth of the tea. "Your wife's companion. She came with her from Las Vegas. She may be asleep now; you'll meet her tomorrow." I saw the blue glow at the hallway and stood, my heart pounding again. "I can't stay..." The ghost left as quickly as it had come, and with it, the world started to become very far away. Something was wrong, the tea maybe? I couldn't concentrate enough to figure it out. Everything faded to white, then there was nothing. I woke on crisp sheets, my whole body aching. I lay for a moment, collecting my thoughts, trying to figure out where I was. My mind was foggy, but it finally clicked. The bed and breakfast, that was it. And the drugged tea. I opened my eyes, wincing at the light from the overhead fixture. It seemed dazzling. All three of them were there, sitting in chairs around the bed. Monica leaned forward and peeled my eyelid back. "Well, at least he's alive. Out 24 hours. Charity, you cannot do this." She snorted. "And just how will you stop me? Do you want me to have Caleb hold you down and pour a pot of tea down your throat?" She sneered. "No, you need to watch this. I used to be a student. Now you can learn. Caleb, Monica needs to be restrained. Hurry up." Monica stood, but Caleb easily shoved her back into the chair. I tried to get up, to help her, but my arms and legs would not respond. I just watched as Caleb securely tied her down with what looked like a wad of neckties. He had come prepared for this. "Look, Charity, Tekka took off this morning, as soon as she heard Jeff was here. There's nowhere for Jeanne to go. Think about this." Charity pulled her curly black hair back, snapping a rubber band around her pony tail. "There's him." She pointed at me. "She'll have to take what she can get. She promised me a lot of money for this. Besides, there's no better time to do this than Halloween." She pulled her sweater off. Even drugged and about to be the centerpiece of some diabolic ritual, I appreciated the way her breasts bounced with the motion. They were very nice, perky and firm, with hard pink nipples. She bent to shuck her jeans, and when she straightened, I noticed row upon row of delicate brown script, winding around her belly. The letters were graceful, but unfamiliar. My attention was drawn to her thumbs hooked in plain white panties before I could see any more; she shoved them down and kicked them across the room, where they landed on Monica's arm. She stood a moment, displaying herself. Her mound was high and the curls there were as black as midnight. I felt my cock stir despite myself. "Caleb," she said sweetly, "Drag her into the next room and watch her. I'd let her watch, but she might say or do something to interrupt." She patted the man's crotch; he definitely had a hard on himself. "I'll take care of you later." He grunted, turned, and dragged the woman and the chair out into the hallway and away. Charity turned and closed the door quietly. "Nice ass." I croaked. It was, too, a lovely dimpled ass. She smiled and walked over to the bed. "Why, thank you. Shall we get started? It's not quite midnight, but the paralysis will wear off before long." She pulled the sheet back, and I felt cool air. I was naked, which neither surprised nor concerned me. "You were married so long, you and Jeanne. You are her connection with the living, Jeff, the road she will come back on." She whispered in my ear, her hand stroking my chest. She glanced down at my cock. "And look at you. All ready to help open the way." She tweaked a nipple, then the other, and I shivered. "A little too ready, maybe. We are going to need to unite, and it will take a little longer that you're going to be able to give it." I felt her cool hand brush down the length of my cock, felt myself twitch as she grasped me. She moved down my body, pausing to suck at my nipples, then lower. I could feel her hot breath on my cock, and feel it strain towards her mouth. "Yes, my dear," she said, "A little too eager, but we can fix that first. It looks like it's been a while. You must have been loyal to your wife. She wasn't loyal to you, you know." I was tempted to tell her to stop talking and start sucking, but considering she was a homicidal witch planning to strip me of my soul or something, it didn't seem wise. Besides, a blow job is a blow job. I gasped as she sucked me into her mouth, one hand at the base of my cock, the other grasping my balls. As soon as I was coated with saliva, she started to bob up and down quickly and smoothly, stroking with her hand, her lips, and her tongue. There was no intent to tease, no intention of prolonging pleasure. Her rhythm was steady and insistent. She noisily slurped as she sucked away, and I soon began to feel the tingling, the gathering of the coming orgasm. She may have felt my balls drawing up, my muscles tightening, for she picked up the pace. I felt something else in the background of my mind, too, a gentle push, faint but steady and growing, a low voice whispering something wordless but comforting. Then she doubled her speed, sucking and jacking me furiously. I groaned helplessly as the orgasm hit, wave after wave until it had passed, and she released me from her mouth, wiping herself with the back of her hand. "That actually turned me on a little, Jeffy." She said as she straightened. "One thing about my tea -- it may sap strength and will, but there are some side benefits, as you'll find out in a few minutes." She started to climb up on the bed. "While we're waiting, though..." She swung her leg over me and moved up to straddle my face. Her odor was musky, but not strong. Her legs were far enough apart that her inner lips were parted just slightly. I probed gingerly with my tongue, following that cleft up to her little clit. She giggled, pressed downwards, and I began my lingual exploration in earnest. Soon her juices were flowing freely, and she was thrusting rhythmically, fucking my face. I could feel my hands again, move them, and I grasped her cheeks pulling her close to suck at her stiff little clit. She reached behind herself, grasping my cock. True to her word, I was hard again, and she pulled away from my face, sliding her pussy down my body until my cock was pressed hard against her sopping hot lips. "The grand finale." She whispered, raising herself, reaching underneath, and guiding my cock into her. I gripped her hips as she steadily pushed back, raised up, and pushed back a little deeper. She was tight, and furnace hot. I felt the psychic push begin again, stronger than before. Soon I was entirely in her, and she fucked me in a kind of trance, grinding down, back and forth, her eyes closed. My hands left her hips and grasped the breasts that bobbled before me, pinching her nipples, pulling and twisting them. She leaned forward to change her rhythm, raising her hips until I almost fell out of her, then slapping back down. She had begun to sweat, and she grunted. Her eyes were still closed, and now she bit her lip with a look of concentration. The push from beyond was very strong now, and I began to feel orgasm approach once more as she pounded her hips down fasted and faster. I grabbed her ass, clenching her cheeks hard. She grabbed my shoulders, digging her nails in, her eyes tight shut now, sweat beaded on her upper lip. I reached further, pressing one index finger insistently against her anus, rubbing in a circle. Her hands clenched tighter, she gave a wordless cry, and I felt her vagina begin to spasm around me. It was all I needed to bring me over the edge. The orgasm hit me, hit both of us, grew stronger. My heart pounded with the force of it, and with the force of the push in my mind. As she thrashed on my cock, I relaxed, rode yet another wave of the orgasm, and let go. The push became a hurricane as something flooded in. I drifted, blasted into nothingness by the blast of the wind. I would do anything for my wife, even this. Somewhere, faint and fading, I heard someone or something screaming in fear. Finally, there was nothing. "Are you okay?" No, I replied to myself. I was cold, I ached, and my head was splitting. Somehow, I had hoped the afterlife was more restful, more comfortable, and less annoying. "Get her up off the floor, into that chair." Hands grasped me, lifted me. The fabric of the chair was rough against my ass. It began to dawn on me that I was not dead. Someone draped a blanket over me, and I tentatively opened one eye. Caleb and Monica were bent over me, worried looks on their faces. I closed my eye and listened to the sensations of my body. My nipples hurt a little, but the blanket rasped across them, eliciting a little thrill. There was a warm sensation between my legs, very different than before, but quite nice. I became aware I was leaking on the chair, and there was a weight on my chest that had not been there before. I laughed at the perversity of fate, opened my eyes, and sat up. "I'm okay. This pony tail is making my headache worse, though. I don't know how you guys put up with it." Monica grinned with relief. Caleb just looked confused. "Jeanne?" I asked. They moved aside. He was sitting on the bed, a blanket draped over him too. Looking at yourself and realizing it was not a mirror is even weirder than waking up in someone else's skin. He was shaking his head, but grinning. "Not what I had planned, babe, but at least I'm not dead. And there's always next time." I laughed, noticing that he was playing with himself beneath the blanket, exploring. "Come on, admit it. This is going to be fun." Together Forever Practice had been long and drawn out and she only had a few hours until she had to get ready and go to school. Running track was extremely tiring but Brit loved the burn it gave her in my lungs and legs. She fell over onto my bed knowing that she'd have to go take a shower soon but not wanting to move right at that second. After laying motionlessly she reluctantly stood up. Brit was eighteen and in her freshman year of college and knew that she couldn't afford to be late to another class. Brit began to undress and reached for her towel. Jake, her brother knocked on her bedroom door. "Hey Brit you need a ride to school later?" He said opening my door and freezing before she could reply. Brit quickly wrapped myself in her towel. "Yeah. That'd be great." She replied making her way past him and down the hall towards the bathroom. "Can we stop and get something to eat on the way? I'm STARVING!" She said turning back to my brother. "Sure, but you're buying." Brit stuck her tongue out at her brother like She had so many times before while they were growing up. He stuck his out in response as she closed the door while glaring at him. She hadn't noticed it but her brother had gotten hard from seeing his little sister fully exposed. Jake was 19, only a year older than his sister and in his sophomore year of college. They attended the same college but rarely saw each other. Brit ran track and had practice almost everyday. Jake was the school quarterback, but he was extremely modest. He had brought their school to be the best in the state, but he hated it whenever anyone commented about him being great. He was about 6'5" and had perfect skin; not to tan but not entirely pale. His had was a bush of dirty-blonde curls that lay atop his head, and he's eyes faded from a light blue on the outside to a deep blue as it neared the black pupil, they always reminded his sister of the ocean. Many girls had told Brit that they could get lost in eyes like his and, though she hated to admit it, she was one of them. His jaw line was perfectly chiseled without being obnoxious and his smile seemed to light up whatever room he was in. His body was fit without being dramatically big like the guys on steroid commercials, and no matter what shirt he wore it would always cling to his muscled mid-section. Brit focused a lot on school and had only ever dated one person. She was still a virgin, but she never worried about it much knowing that it would happen sooner or later. She finished my shower and wrapped back up in her towel, heading back into her room. After getting dressed she ran down the stairs into her living room. "Hey doofus! Hurry up!" She called back up the stairs "Oh shut up!" Her brother yelled back down. Brit was again oblivious to her brother's actions, but as soon as she'd closed the door he was in his room rubbing his fully erect cock. He had cum many times to thoughts of his sister and longed for the weekends that they would spend together just hanging out. Their parents were divorced and they're mother left on weekends to go see her new boyfriend so they stayed home on weekends when Jake didn't have a game and Brit didn't have a meet. They would sit around the house and watch movies, play board games, break into one of their many wrestling matches that usually ended in Both of them dying of laughter because the other had tickled them to the point where they felt like they might pee themselves, or they would simply sit and talk for hours on end. Jake and his sister had always been very close and he had definitely not been blind to the stunning and beautiful woman that his sister had grown into. Brit was 5'4" and amazingly fit. Her skin was perfectly tanned like her brothers but that was about their only similarity. Brit's eyes were a beautiful shade of green and her hair the perfect shade of brown to fully complement her eyes. She had long, toned legs that drew the attention of practically every guy that crossed pathes with her... Including her brother. She has seen her brother look at her before bit never minded it too much. To be honest she kind of enjoyed the attention. They lived about 35 minutes from their college and rode together pretty much all of the time, they only went in separate vehicles when one of them had to leave early or when they went out with friends. They arrived on campus with 5 minutes before Brit's next class. So she rushed off after thanking her brother for the ride. She mad it to her class right on time and let out a sigh of relief. The class and practice both seemed to fly by and she soon found herself waiting by her brothers car as she watched him run over in his t-shirt and gym shorts, still sweating from practice. He plopped down in the car, panting and dripping with sweat. His sister climbed into the passenger seat and they set off towards their home. They plopped down on their couch when they got home, both exhausted from practice, and started to decide on a movie. They picked a classic that they watched probably more times then the average "adult" ought to watch, The Lion King. The went through the entire triology and when the last movie ended they sat and talked. "So you know the running back, Josh?" Jake asked his sister. "Kinda. Why?" "Well he was asking about you. He asked if you were single and I told him yes, then he asked if you might be interested in him." "Well what did you say?!" Brit demanded, kind of angry kind of curious. "I told him I didn't know... So?" He asked expectantly. "So what?" "So do you like him? What else would I mean?!" "I don't know! I barely know the guy! Why would he even ask you that?!?! He's only talked to me like twice!" "Come on sis can you blame him? Your pretty fucking sexy!" "What?" "Sorry, I didn't mean like that." He apologized, his blue eyes dimming with regret. "No! It's not what you said it's just that I don't see it. I don't mind you complementing me." She smiled. "I actually kinda like it." "Well it's true! You've grown into a pretty damn fine human being! Everything from your face to your legs; your toned stomach, perfect tan, and, excuse me for admitting, but even your tits are wonderful! Hell if I wasn't your brother then..." Jake stopped knowing that she should get the picture. "Then what?" She batted her eyes at him and darted expectantly. "Then I'd be all over you too." He admitted. "Oh," She blushed. "Jake have you... Have you ever, you know, thought about me like when you, you know." She said motioning to his cock. His cock had started to harden when he started talking about his sister's wonderful body. He cleared his throat. "Well to be perfectly honest, yes. I mean how could I not? Your fucking gorgeous and you're always walking around her in those tight ass running clothes." He paused. " But only a couple of times." He lied and Brit blushed. Brit wouldn't have admitted it at the time but hearing her brother admit that made her just that much hotter. What her brother didn't know was that for the past couple of years she too had fantasied about her brother. Her brother saw her blush and scouted a little closer to her, putting his arm around her. "Hey any guy would be lucky to be with a girl like you." He said smiling. Brit looked up at her brother and a small price of hair fell from behind her ear onto her beautiful face. Jake reached up and brushe it back behind his sister's ear, holding his hand on her check for a moment longer then what seemed appropriate for a brother and sister. He stayed staring at his sister as he lauded his hand back onto his lap. He kept think about how amazingly gorgeous his sister had become, or had she just always been this gorgeous? Brit began to move closer to him, his smile slowly fading as he meet his sister's lips with his own. Their kiss was gentle and they could have stayed like that forever. They broke the kiss for just a second then clashed together with more force. Jake scoped up his sister and set her down so she was sitting sideways on his lap, right over his stiffening shaft. They both knew that this was probably wrong but in that moment nothing could feel more right. Brit wrapped her arms around her brother's neck and pushed her fingers up into her brother's hair. Jake put his hands on his littler sister's waist and began to gently rub his sister's sides and back.They broke the kiss, both of them panting heavily. "Jake?" Brit asked meeting her brother's gaze. "What's wrong?" Jake asked worried that he'd done something wrong. "I've thought about you too... You know when I..." She stopped and motioned toward her soaked pussy. She's never been so wet, but then again she'd never kissed anyone as passionately as she was kissing her big brother. All he could do was smile. The girl he'd grown up with, the girl that he'd fantasized about for as long as I could remember just admitted that she pictures him when she made herself cum. The thought made his cock twitch and his sister could feel his hard, hungry member under her butt. She smiled back at him and again their lips came together for a lustful and hungry kiss. Their hands wandered more freely now, Brit's hands running all over her brother's torso and Jake's hand running over her sides and stomach before find her seemingly perfect breasts. They began to undress each other. They pulled each other's shirts off and Jake pulled his sister's tight shorts off of her, leaving her to sit on his lap in nothing but her sports bra and a pair of underwear. He turned and fell over onto the couch ISO that he was laying down, all the while pulling his little sister so she was laying on top of him. Jake lifted his hips and began pulling his gym shorts down with one hand as he kept the other hand on her firm butt too keep her from falling. Kicking his shorts off he collapsed back down onto the couch. Brit slid one of her hands down over her brother's stomach and onto the budge in his dark grey boxers. She began to massage her brother's hard member and was rewarded with her brother's moans. Skillfully he flipped them so he was on top, but Brit kept her hand firmly against his hard cock massaging it like she had done it a million times. Her brother pulled her sports bra off causing Brit to let go of his hard cock with much disappointment from her brother, but her hand was quickly back in place causing his cock to twitch with excitement. He quickly pushed his mouth onto his sister perfect tit and sucked her nipple into his mouth, messaging it with his tongue and rubbing his hands all over his sister's small body. Jack let his hand find his sister's young pussy and began to rub it through the thin fabric of her underwear, causing his sister to moan. He let his hands move to the waist line of her underwear and pull them down in one swift motion, and she kicked them off the rest of the way. His hands found her sweet pussy again and she wiggles her hips in pleasure.it was then that Jake realized the pressure building in his abdomen. He worried for a second and then remembered his first time having sex and how he was able to continue long after he came... And to be completely honest he liked when he was able to cum numerous times and feel the height of his climaxes again and again, so he decided not to hold back. Brit continued to message her big brother rock hard cock, unaware that he was about to explode. Jake's body tensed and his hips began to shake. He shot load after load of his sticky seed onto the grey fabric of his boxers. It seeped through onto his little sister's hand and he rolled onto his side when his climax had slowed and pulled his boxers off and threw them onto the floor, hearing them smack down and a bit of his cum flew out of them and splattered the floor. He then rolled back over onto his sweet little sister, his cock pushing through her lips and rubbing against her sensitive clit as the kissed deeply. It only took a few minutes for the stimulation to bring Brit to an extreme climax. They broke their kiss as her body began to shake with the sensation, he continued to move his cock around on her clit, worsening her climax to the point where it felt like she might pass out. "STOP!" She whimpered though deep breathes as she pushed her brother cock off of her clit to keep him from worsening her orgasm anymore. As her orgasm subsided Brit met her brother's lips once again. He moved back on top of her, this time with her cock at her tight, virgin opening. Her juices coated his head that lay just inside of her lips. He broke the kiss. "May I?" He asked looking into his sister's eyes. She looked beautiful laying there looking up at her brother the way she was. He never wanted to forget this image, and he wouldn't to this very day. "Just... Just please be gentle. I'm still a virgin." She revealed. This knew realization pushed him over the edge. If there was any chance of stopping their act of incest it flew out the window when Jake realized that Brit wanted him (her BIG BROTHER!) to take her cherry and be the first one to enter her tight passage. He meet her for a soft, loving kiss as he slowly pushed into her tight pussy. He felt some resistance and pushed a little harder. When the resistance was gone he knew that he had broken her hymen and she was no longer a virgin. "OH FUCK!" She screamed digging her nails into her brother's shoulders. "It's ok. Just relax. If not you'll just make it worse." Jake informed his sister. He felt he relax just slightly but knew that it would still hurt her. As he bottomed out he stopped allowing his newly un-virgined sister to adjust to being filled. She was incredibly tight and he wondered whether his patience would allow for him to stay still much longer. "OH FUCK JAKE! You're SO BIG and It feels SOOO GOOD, but it hurts at the same time! Just give me one second to get comfortably please?" She begged. "Don't worry sis take as long as you need." He smiled at her. She closed her eyes and moved her hip just a little to get used to the feeling. After what felt like an eternity opened her eyes and puller her brother close so she could whisper in his ear. "Fuck me!" She whispered. "Fuck me the way that you've fantasized about!" That was all it took and Jake slowly pulled his cock out of his sister's tight, hot pussy and the slid it back in, still being gentle, and froze for a second. He continued this getting ever so slightly faster and harder with each thrust. They stayed like this for what seemed like ages and they both began to feel that all-too-familiar pressure that comes before an orgasm. Without thinking Jake continued to now slam into his sister's pussy. Reaching their orgasms with great intensity. Brit felt her big brother shoot off load after load of his cum into her pussy without messing up the rythem of their thrusts. As they both came down from there climaxes Jake stopped his thrusts and kept him self buried in his sister's tight cunt, letting their actions sink in. "OH SHIT! Brit I'm SOO sorry!" He said, his beautiful blue eyes flickering with fear. "For what silly? Making me cum harder then I ever have in my life?!" She giggled. "No... I shouldn't have cum in you like that! I wasn't thinking!" "I'll tell you what... How about you just make it up to me by doing it again and again for the rest of our lives?" "Really?!" He smiled. "Yeah! And I'm thinking you start on that right away!!"