Some time later ... about twenty minutes to be more precise, the buzzer to my unit rang.
Ah that must be her
. Carefully getting up from the couch so as not to wake Amanda, I answered the intercom and whispered, "Hello? Who is it?"
"It's me, you idiot. Let me in," came the sweet reply.
"Oh yeah," I answered feigning ignorance or perhaps stupidity. I pressed the front door unlock button on the intercom and buzzed her in. Seconds later, a knock came from my front door. After a peek through the peephole to confirm that it was indeed Valerie, I opened the door to let her in.
She stood there in her skin-tight jeans, according to popular fashion, and a pink striped top with a low neckline, her purse dangling on her left. She was just as I remembered from New Year's. Her long straight black hair framed a petite face. A cute nose between large dark almond-shaped eyes. There were hints of Asian descent in her appearance which I myself also had, something we both inherited from our Korean mother. Her stature was small, her body naturally supermodel thin. The top of her head only came up to my chin. This also lent to her having a small chest, which she, nonetheless, did her best to show off with the plunging neckline that exposed the flawless alabaster skin above her breasts. Damn, she was hot.
She stepped through the door and opened her mouth, which I immediately shushed. "She's still asleep," I explained in a whisper, though in truth I think she already woke up.
Giving me a glare, she continued. "I was about to say that it freaking stinks in here."
"Well, I'm pretty sure that I fucked her last night."
"Ew! I did NOT need to know that."
"Wh- I was just ... whatever just take a look at her and see if you can wake her up." This conversation was already starting to make my head hurt. But if everything worked according to plan, I won't have to talk to her much. Instead, I'll just be fucking her brains out.
After another glare from that beautiful face, she stepped around me and headed to the couch and Amanda. In passing, she turned her head and noted the pile of Amanda's clothing and the wet carpet. Carefully avoiding both, she knelt down next to the couch. Of course I followed. It was time to put on the last finishing touches.
Valerie began gently shaking Amanda in an attempt to wake her as I stopped behind her. To cover up the attempt should it not work, I whispered, "Hey, is she alright?" But she didn't have time to respond as I gently brushed the back of her neck with my hand.
Just as I expected, electricity arched through my fingertips, accompanied by numbness, though there was less firework than I had expected. Nonetheless, she collapsed from the shock onto Amanda's sleeping form, half on and half off the couch. She looked as if she was dead and in a hurry I checked her pulse to make sure that she was still alive. At first, I could feel nothing and I panicked, sweat breaking out as I thought I had killed my sister. But moments later, I felt her pulse returning. Weak at first but it grew stronger with every passing second. Satisfied, I stepped back.
With her head turned to the side, I caught a flutter of eyelashes as Valerie woke up.
Putting my hand on her back, no shock this time, I gently shook her, again feigning ignorance. "Hey, Val, are you alright?"
Her voice was weak as she replied. "Huh? Yeah ... I feel ... kinda weird."
"Really?"
Time to test it out.
"
Maybe you've got heatstroke or something."
"Yeah, maybe."
"Here, take off your shirt. That should cool you down a bit." ...
and let me see her tits.
"That ... sounds good." It does? Weird. She reacting in a completely different way than Amanda. I think her mind was just making up excuses to justify obeying me. I think. Or maybe I was just over-analyzing it. Either way, she obeyed and pulled the shirt over her head, tossing it aside and exposing her red bra with just a little bit of lace. Just like I thought. Her tits were small. Barely a B cup. But that did nothing to diminish the sexiness of her petite and tight little body. Uh oh, I felt another tent forming in my pants. A slight nudge with a hand in my pocket was all it took to correct the discomfort.
Well, now that I was sure that thing, whatever it was, was working, there was no need for pretenses. "Take off your bra now," I commanded her.
And like an obedient little slave, my sister obeyed, without a verbal justification this time. As she tossed her bra aside, I saw that it was padded. Huh.
And now Valerie, my eighteen year-old sister stood before me, topless, her dark nipples hard and pointed in the cool air of my apartment. After so much wishing and fantasizing, she was finally within my grasp. I could hardly believe my eyes as my every desire was about to be fulfilled, a thought that almost had me jizzing my pants.
A stray thought floated through my head and I couldn't help but wonder if this could be considered rape. Ah well. It wasn't like Amanda and Valerie would ever press charges though. At least I hoped they wouldn't. That thought almost killed my boner. Fortunately, the sight of Val's small perky tits brought it back to attention.
Well, might as well go all the way. "Uh, take off your jeans."
And off came her tight jeans, flying aside to join her shirt and bra on the floor, exposing her matching red panties. Huh. The front of it was actually transparent showing off her thin patch of trimmed pubic hair, with a small scrap of opaque fabric that hid her pussy. I couldn't help but wonder if my little sister was more of a freak than she made herself out to be.
"Val, do you have a boyfriend?" I had to ask.
"No." No hesitation. No pauses. She had to be telling the truth. Well, it wasn't like she could lie to me anyway.
"You ever had sex?"
"No."
"Really?" That surprised me a bit. Eighteen and still a virgin. I really hadn't expected that of someone as desirable as Val. Weird.
She sighed, obviously exasperated though a blush colored her cheeks. "Yes. Really." Hm. Guess whatever that lightning thing was that gave me control of her didn't affect her personality. For which I was grateful. Val was cuter this way. Wait, did this mean that Amanda had always submissive and obedient?
"What about those panties? Who are you wearing those for?"
Wow, she flushed even harder, which I hadn't thought possible. " ... I like wearing sexy clothing. You got a problem with that?"
"No, no." Really, I could only appreciate her desire to be attractive. But as nice as those panties were, they were still in the way. "Well, whatever. Take 'em off."
And off they went, joining the rest of the clothing. I stared, transfixed on Val's pussy. It was perfect. A small strip of pubic hair guided my gaze to the valley between her legs, to a unadorned slit, devoid of any sign of her labia. Flawless and delectable. I had waited so long and now here she was, completely naked in front of me. I couldn't help myself. I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her, pressing her naked body against me, my rock-hard erection sandwiched between us. I bent my head down and kissed her. It was tentative at first, but when she moaned softly beneath me, I pressed forward. My tongue explored the inside of her mouth until I could no longer hold my breath and finally pulled back. Her face was flushed, her eyes closed and mouth still slightly open as if expecting another kiss. And I obliged.
As again I explored my sister's sweet lips, I ran my fingers down the side of her body, feeling her smooth flawless skin shivering in anticipation. I carefully approached her pussy while I reveled in the heat of her body. When I finally touched her clit, she let out a gasp of pleasure. Val's pussy was practically dripping, my hand already covered in her juices.
I slowly pushed inside her, feeling the smooth velvet walls pulse around my fingers. It was amazingly tight. I began moving, in and out, in and out, increasing the speed of my hand until Val was having trouble standing. Holding her up in my arms and against my body, I continued moving my hand while she gasped with each thrust. Finally, she came, the orgasm racking her body with shivers and shakes.
Half a minute later, Val finally settled down. Her small body rested against mine, the fluids of her pussy running down both our legs and soaking my pants.
Goddammit, I was so horny. My cock was begging for relief and I couldn't ignore it anymore.
I bent my little sister over the coffee table and pulled down my pants, exposing my erection to the cool air. Val's ass sticking upwards at me was an irresistible sight and I rubbed the tip of my cock against her pussy, wetting it with the juices of her arousal. It was an amazing sensation. Her slippery folds just barely kissing me.
