A Naughty Affair

Hi everyone! This is my first submission for Literotica, I hope you all find it steamy! I welcome any and all feedback, and am always looking to improve! Enjoy, lovelies xxx

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Bree

I saw her smiling face as soon as I stepped out of the customer check out section at the airport. Her white smile was identical to mine, both inherited from our father, the only thing I had inherited from him. We had our mother's hair, dark brown curls that flowed seamlessly down our backs. But where I had our mother's hazel eyes, Vanessa had gotten our father's emerald green ones. She was a beauty, so much more than I was. It was humbling, really.

Vanessa embraced me in a tight hug that lasted a few minutes, reluctant to release me after spending months apart. She had moved to the big city after she had landed a major journalism job, and, not wanting to pass up this amazing opportunity so soon after college, had accepted. She had moved a week later.

She emailed me daily, updating me about her work, her co-workers, the office gossip, a man she had been seeing, her latest scoop, and whatever else there was to talk about at the time. Although, it wasn't the same as being with her in person. These months apart had been boring.

I'd just recently finished high school, and was taking a year off to decide on what I wanted to do with my life. I considered following the same path as my sister; it sure seemed there was never a dull day.

"How was your flight?" she asked as she let go, reaching to take one of my travel bags.

"It was fine," I shrugged, "slept through most of it." I followed her towards the exit, and she headed towards the first parking lot.

"Good," she smiled again, "I have a nice lunch waiting for you at home, you must be hungry."

We reached her car and we loaded by bags into the trunk, already slightly sweating from the warm air. Vanessa cranked the car air-con up as soon as we were seated.

"I missed you, Ness," I looked at my older sister. She seemed a lot more mature than how she had before moving. More grown up.

"Oh, please," she snorted, that huge smile on her face, as she pulled out of the parking lot, "don't pretend you missed me that much!"

*

Her apartment was beautiful. On one side of the room, huge floor-to-ceiling windows offered an unobstructed view of the city, it was breathtaking. The lounge-room was facing the windows, and a huge flat screened TV had been bracketed against one of the window's frames, mounting it up. On the other side were stairs leading up to a second floor landing, still with a flawless view out to the city. There were doors leading to bedrooms and bathrooms along the landing. Next to the bottom of the stairs, was a kitchen equipped with a large fridge and everything else a kitchen could possibly need.

"Ness," I breathed, "how do you-?"

"Afford it?" She finished for me, "work owns this place. They let me live here as an incentive to be a good employee. Plus they pay me well." She left my bags near the front door, "come on, it's lunch time. You can explore later."

*

Vanessa had been called into work for some breaking news article later that evening, and I was left to unpack. After all of my possessions were put away in the bedroom I was to be staying in, I sat down and sighed. I needed some release; it had been a while. I fetched for my vibrator and placed it on the end of the bed as I stripped.

I lay down naked, the cool air of the air-con kissing my nipples and making them peak. I turned my vibrator onto the lowest setting, the soft hum filling my ears. I gently took it in my mouth, wetting the device. I slowly trailed it down and around my breasts, making long circles before dragging it across my nipple.

I giggled and gasped at the tingling sensation, my pussy twitching in response to the stimulation. I pressed the vibrator more firmly against my nipple, my other hand grasping the other, and moaned at the sight of my breasts vibrating. After a while I swapped nipples, repeating the same method.

I dragged it down to my shaved pussy, flicking the setting up. I parted my slit with one hand, dragging the vibrator up and down with my other. I moaned when the vibrator rubbed against my clit, moving my body against it. I was dripping, so desperately needing release. I slipped the small vibrator inside of me, after setting it to the highest speed, and gripped the bedsheets, clenching the device inside.

I moved back and forth, feeling it rub and vibrate against every spot that it needed to, my moans getting louder and my hips rocking faster. I cried out as I came.

Hunter

"FUCK ME!" I heard her scream from inside her bedroom, her orgasm flooding through her. She had thought she was home by herself.

Vanessa had texted me to keep her sister company while she was at work, but what I wasn't expecting to find was my girlfriend's little sister fucking herself stupid. Her moans were beautiful, similar to her sister's moans that I enjoyed dragging from her body, and I imagined the look of euphoria on her face as she came.

I left before she came out of her bedroom, texting Vanessa that I was held up in traffic and wouldn't make it until later.

Bree

"I can't wait for you to meet him!" Vanessa squealed as we sat on the couch, snacking and watching trash TV, later that afternoon.

"Meet who?" I asked. Her boss?

"Hunter! My boyfriend, silly," she lazily slapped my knee.

"You're official? Since when? And when were you going to tell me?!"

"A while now. I wanted to tell you face to face," she beamed.

"Is he good to you?"

"He makes me so happy. He's sweet, kind, funny and he's very handsome," her eyes may as well have been shaped like love hearts for the doting look she grew on her face.

"Well then I'm sure I'll like him," I smiled back at her, genuinely happy that she had found someone to make her happy outside of her own family. She deserved it.

*

I was not prepared for how handsome he was. Nessa has said how good looking he was, describing his features to me but refusing to show me photos, insisting I meet him in person first. No amount of words could do him justice.

His body was muscular and strong, his muscles evident through his shirt, his jeans outlining his muscled legs. His hair was neatly brushed back, the light blond tone soaking up the rays of the setting sun. His eyes, a soft blue, seemed to be shimmering like the surface of the ocean, expanding into the depth beneath.

He was sexy.

Vanessa had done well for herself.

True to her words, he was very polite when Vanessa introduced us, he flashed a white smile and shook my hand.

"It's lovely to meet you, Bree. I've heard a lot about you," he said as he let go.

"Only good things, I hope," I laughed and stuck my tongue out at Vanessa, who stuck hers back. "It's lovely to meet you as well,"

"How do you two feel about pizza for dinner?" Vanessa asked, walking to pick up her phone. "I don't really feel like cooking."

Hunter and I agreed that pizza sounded great, and all three of us lounged around while waiting for our dinner.

*

They clearly liked to have loud sex. I could hear them a few rooms down, fucking each other senseless. Vanessa's cries of pleasure woke me up. I could hear him groaning out as the bed headboard repeatedly bumped against the wall. She was screaming his name now, lost in euphoria.

I reached for my earphones.

*

"Nessa!" I called out, "I'm going for a run, wanna come with?"

Vanessa came out of her bedroom, clad in her journalist outfit, pen in hand. "I'm sorry Bree, but I can't. Work has just called me in. I'll quickly call Hunter and see if he'll go with you; I don't want you getting lost." She disappeared back into her room.

A week after arriving, and spending most days eating junk food, I needed a good run. Hunter was as good a running partner as Vanessa.

After a few minutes she whizzed back out, and was barely through the front door before she shouted, "Hunter will be here in ten!" before she was gone.

While I was waiting, I filled up my water bottle and one for Hunter, just in case he didn't bring one. It didn't take long for him to get here.

I swiped the bottles off the kitchen bench before grabbing the apartment keys and stepping out. Hunter was waiting with a simple white singlet and running pants. No drink bottle. I threw him my spare as I locked the door behind me, slipping the keys into the back zipper of my yoga pants.

"A drink bottle just for me?" He raised his eyebrows.

"I like to run, fast and hard," I smiled, "plus, you clearly forgot your own." We walked down the stairs of the apartment complex, the afternoon sun shining through the stained-glass panes.

"I enjoy a good, hard run myself," he said, "good thing you got some water for me, otherwise you'd be carrying me back."

"Not likely," I laughed as we entered the street. "Where's a good place to run?"

"There's a park not far from here. It has good nature trails and running paths, as well as plenty of places to rest when you get tired," he teased, starting out at a slow jog.

"Again, not likely," I scoffed, lightly punching him on the arm as I ran beside him.

*

We were dripping sweat by the time we got back to the apartment. Our bottles completely empty of water, we sighed as the cool air from the air-con brushed over us. I slid my shoes off and left them by the entrance as he collapsed on the couch.

"I'm going to take a nice, long shower," I said, dropping the keys on the table. "When will Bree be home?"

He looked at his phone. "Another hour or so, she'll get dinner on the way home."

"Great, we'll put back on what we just ran off," I walked up the stairs and heard him laugh below me. I quickly grabbed some PJs, and walked to the bathroom. Undressing in a hurry, I almost moaned at the cool water hit my skin.

Hunter

I could see her naked body from where I stood on the upstairs landing, peering in through the small opening between the door and the wall. Her body was glistening with the shine of the soap she was rubbing over herself. With her back to me, I didn't have a view of her tits, but her delectable ass was on full display for my viewing; perfectly round, it was subtly bouncing with her movements. My cock hardened at the sight. Hardened more when my eyes trailed slightly more south, stopping on the prize that rested under and beyond her perfect ass.

Her pussy lips were snuggled between her legs, as delicate as a blooming rose. My cock strained against my pants, pulling a wince from me at the slight flare of pain. I silently reached down and slowly unzipped my fly, not making a sound. I pushed my boxers down and grabbed my shaft firmly, biting back a groan. I moved my hand slowly up and down, wanking at the sight before me. She reached over one shoulder to run the soap over her back, giving me a glimpse of sideboob, no tit, though.

My eyes travelled back to her ass, glowing from the soap and water, the suds gathering. Her long legs stretched out beneath her, and I thought of all the positions to tie them in while I fucked her. My hand moved faster along my cock as I imagined burying myself into her beautiful cunt. I would torment that clit while thrusting into her, making her beg and scream my name. I'd drink her juices and tongue her fuck-hole. My cock tensed at my thoughts, my balls aching. Then she turned around.

Her tits were generous. Very generous. They were perky, and stood proudly from her chest. They were more than a handful. Her areolas were wrapped around her nipples, which were peaked. They were a sweet pink color. She was at least a DD. I could see the front of her body now, my eyes once again trailing south to behold a completely bald pussy. Good. Bald cunts are my favorite.

I could feel my mouth watering as I took in her entire body. She hadn't seen me perving from beyond the doorway. Excellent, my fingers between her legs will be a shock.

Quickly but silently, I stripped myself of everything but my boxers, leaving my clothes out in the hallway as I stepped through the door. Vanessa won't be home for another hour. Plenty of time to make Bree squirm on my fingers.

My footsteps were silent as I approached Bree, I could hear her humming to herself. She had left the shower curtain open under the belief that the door was shut. I was so close now that I could see the ripples in her muscles as she continued to sudd herself up. Her neck was inviting.

I shoved my hand between her shoulder blades, roughly forcing her up against the tiled war. Before she could scream, my other hand had wrapped around her mouth, effectively shutting off all of her sounds. She started to struggle, trying to fight back. I love a good struggle. I shoved myself against her, my cock pressing between her ass. If I removed my boxers, I could be inside her in one swift movement. Not yet.

Her eyes grew wide and frantic as she continued to push against me, but only succeeding in rubbing against my cock even more. Her hands reached behind her, trying to push me off of her, but my body held her still. There was nothing she could do. As she realised this, her struggles eased off.

When she was still, I leant forward and said, "Now, isn't that easier?" pushing against her harder to make my point. She whimpered and muffled something through my fingers. "What was that?" I moved my hand to turn off the water, and then grasped her jaw.

"Please," she whispered.

My cock twitched again. She noticed and let out a groan.

"Do you like the feel of my cock against your perfect ass?" I started gyrating against her in a steady rhythm. "Do you like how it fits perfectly between your cheeks, sliding up and down?"

She shuddered. "Please," she repeated, a lot more breathy.

"I can make you feel amazing," I growled, biting her ear. She let out a cry. "I can make you come so hard you'll forget your own name."

No response. Her eyes were now closed, and her chest was rapidly rising and falling with her breath.

I reached between her and cupped her mound. She yelped at my unexpected touch, and tried to push away. I dragged a finger up and down her slit, feeling her slickness. "You're enjoying this," I said, continuing to trail my finger. I steadied my finger at the entrance to her pussy, feeling her twitch at my touch.

"Please don't," she gasped, "This isn't right!"

I paused. "I'll make you a little deal," I forced her to look at me. Her hazel eyes were a mix of lust and fear. "I'll make you come as many times as I can within the next half hour, without burying my cock in you, and you can decide whether you want to take this further."

She swallowed, staying silent.

"Deal?" I growled.

"D-deal," she whimpered.

I gave her a predatory smile as I sunk two fingers completely inside of her. She jerked away at the rough intrusion and swore, my body pinned her to the wall. I held her gaze as I slowly pumped my fingers in and out of her tight cunt, drawing each stroke out for as long as I could. She was moaning in no time, her eyes closing as her mouth opened at the feeling of my fingers.

I started moving faster, my thumb pressing up against her clit. She swore again. I curled my fingers inside her, on a search to find her pleasure spot.

She came as soon as my fingers brushed against her g-spot.

"Oh FUCK!" She screamed as she bucked against me, knees going weak as her pussy clamped down. I held her up as I continued to rub her spot, my thumb circling her clit. Her orgasm was prolonged by my never-resting fingers, and a second wave hit. She cried out as her body started to shake in pleasure, her pussy pulsating.

I stopped only to let her catch her breath.

After a few moments of trying to even out her breathing, she looked up at me through tear-stained eyes. She really had just came hard. "Please," she said with a shaky breath, it seemed to be her favorite word. "No more. I-I can't - t-to intense,"

I smirked at her. "But you still have another twenty-five minutes."

Bree

He slammed me down hard against the bathroom counter top, my breasts stinging at the harsh contact. My mind, and body, still reeling from the orgasms he had just given me. He took his hands off my body and let me lay there.

I couldn't believe what I was doing, what we were doing. He was my sister's boyfriend, and here we were, him forcing me into incredible orgasms, in her apartment. It was wrong, so, so fundamentally wrong. I was spitting in the face of eighteen years of sisterhood, of friendship, of unconditional love, all for the sake of a few orgasms.

I cried out as his tongue licked up my slit, all thoughts of Vanessa instantly vanishing. He licked slowly, tantalizing my quivering mound, lapping up my juices. He circled my clit and my pussy clenched, aching to be satisfied again. When he sucked my clit into his mouth, I screamed.

"Ah fuck yes!" I shoved back against him, only to get a slap on the ass. I whimpered at the sting.

"Don't. Move," he said darkly, his voice somehow not muffled by my pussy, the vibrations making it ache even more.

He suctioned my clit into his mouth, gently biting with his teeth, his tongue roughly flicking it up and down. I lasted all of ten seconds before I came again, harder that before. I fought against the instinct to push back against him, screaming out his name as I shattered around him.

When my orgasm was over, and he had stopped his assault on my clit, I looked up into the mirror. What I saw would have been enough to knock me breathless had I not already been so.

His head was buried between my ass, the curve of my cheeks caressing the side of his head, his light hair gently tickling my skin. His hands gripped my hips, leaving red marks that will likely bruise. My own body was covered in a light layer of sweat, still wet from my shower, parts of my hair had fallen out of the bun I'd put it in.

We looked sexy.

I moaned as he started moving again, meeting my gaze in the mirror. He gave me that damned smirk again before burying two fingers deep inside me again. My eyes rolled back as I came instantly, clamping around his fingers. He held them there until my orgasm subsided, and I opened my eyes to that smirk in the mirror again.

"You will keep your eyes on mine," he instructed, "you may not look away until I allow you to come again."

"Allow me?" I asked softly.

"You may not come unless I give you permission. You must control the urge, no matter what."

His control was sexy, and my pussy quivered in response to his dominance. I nodded my head in agreement.

He started to pump his fingers in and out again, while his other hand moved to grasp my left breast. He pinched my nipple, causing me to cry out his name. "Fuck!" I yelled as he twisted, pulling my tit out tight. It stretched as far as he could pull it, the pain a different feeling to the pleasure emanating from my pussy. He let go of my nipple, letting it violently snapped back, and I yelped out again at the sensation.

He added another finger, forcing himself deeper inside of me, stroking every inch of my pussy walls that he could reach. The pleasure was insane, and I held myself back from riding back against his hand. My heavy breasts were now swaying back and forth, gently hitting the skin bellow them with the momentum from his finger fucking.

His thumb circled my clit, before pushing down hard against it. I cried out, knowing I was close to another blistering orgasm. His eyes bore into mine, their soft blue had hardened into a frenzied pool of lust and fucking.

"Please!" I cried, hating how much I'd used that word today. "I'm so fucking close," I moaned, his fingers stroking every which way.