Ailiyahs Journey Pt 03

The first change in our relationship since our father left happened on Christmas morning. As usual, I woke before my sister, and started the coffee, hash browns, and eggs. We had agreed that neither of us felt up to celebrating the holidays, so when my sister rounded the corner into the kitchen, my jaw dropped. She was wearing a simple pair of boy shorts, and nothing else. I was silent, as she grabbed a coffee mug, both from shock, and being unsure what to say. As Ailiyah turned her back to me, I saw the back of her panties had slid into the crack of her perfect ass, and struggled not to stare. Ailiyah sipped her coffee, then let out a content sigh, before turning toward me. Without a sound, she dropped to her knees, and gently slid my shorts to the floor, freeing my semi-stiff cock. Looking up at me with a wicked grin, she leaned forward, and slowly slid her lips around me, slowly pulling me further into her mouth with each bob of her head. Her hand slid down between her legs, and Ailiyah started rubbing her pussy through her silky panties, letting out a long, satisfied moan. I leaned backwards, putting my hands on the counter behind me, as I was unsure if she wanted to be touched.

In a single motion, Ailiyah slid her free hand up, and stroked her fingernails gently up my scrotum, as she swallowed me whole, pulling my cock into her throat. She looked up at me, and started swallowing forcefully, which made it feel as if her tongue were wrapping around my shaft. I struggled to control myself, but eventually let out a loud moan, letting my sister know that I was about to explode. Ailiyah smiled, as she gave me one last long stroke with her lips, swallowed again, and squeezed my balls gently, knowing that this would send me over the edge. As my hips bucked, my sister pulled my throbbing cock from her mouth, looked up at me with a loving gaze, and stroked me, as I came all over her perfect face. As I stared down at her, she seemed to be in a state of bliss, as I painted her face. As I finished cumming, my knees buckled slightly, and Ailiyah giggled. She stood in front of me, and kissed me deeply, pressing her body against me, as her tongue slid into my mouth.

"Merry Christmas, dear brother. I'll be back for breakfast after I shower. I love you." she purred,

When she returned to the kitchen, she acted as if nothing had happened. Ailiyah was dressed in a pair of festive pajamas,and acted as if nothing had happened. Of course, even though we had taken an extended break from sexual contact, this behavior fit with her attitude from earlier. She simply seemed to initiate intimacy without a second thought, any time she wanted. It seemed in her mind that she had simply given her brother his christmas gift, no better than a gift certificate. I looked at her as if I were asking a question, but she refused to take the bait.

After breakfast, I resigned myself to getting no answers, and started cleaning the dishes, as m sister retired to the front room to read. I had finished the dishes, and was putting them away, when I heard her voice in a tone that sent chills down my spine. That single word screamed that something was wrong.

"Brandon"

I rounded the corner in time to see two figures approaching the front door. I glanced out the front window, to see a police cruiser idling in front of the house. My sister stood motionless at the window, and appeared suddenly on my arm as I opened the door.

The officers were professional, if a little detached, as they informed us that our father's body had been found in a snowbank behind a local hotel. It appeared that he had overdosed on his pain medication from the accident, probably on purpose. My sister clutched my arm, as I thanked the two officers, and quietly closed the door. I had been steeling myself for this moment for months. I had been expecting an overwhelming sorrow, but in reality I was more grateful that his suffering was over. I spent the next week caring for my sister. It seemed like she was unable to process her emotions, and was simply wandering through the house on autopilot. No matter how many times I tried, I was unable to coax more than 2 words out of her at a time. I resigned myself to simply being there for her until she was ready to move forward, or talk, or whatever. What I got instead was the last thing I expected.

On new years eve, I woke to find Ailiyah curled up next to me in my bed, sleeping soundly. I was definitely curious, as she hadn't wanted so much as a hug since the police told us the news. Even at our father's funeral, Ailiyah simply stared ahead, and didn't engage with anyone. As I stretched, My sister opened her eyes, and turned into me, planting a sweet, innocent kiss on my cheek, before turning, and exiting the room without so much as a word. Whatever had changed in her, she seemed to have turned a corner, even if she didn't want to talk about it.

At noon, the doorbell rang, and I found a large paper bag on the doorstep. Bringing it inside, I found a large bottle of orange juice, champagne, and (my favorite) Johnny Walker Black. Ailiyah appeared from the kitchen, with a smile, and two champagne flutes. We spent the rest of the day drinking mimosas, and watching television, curled up on the couch. As the sun set, she went to the kitchen, and brought back glasses, and the bottle of whiskey. Once again, we switched gears, sipping whiskey as we laughed at the people in Times Square. As the broadcasters announced that it was an hour to midnight, I turned to Ailiyah, and kissed her gently on the lips. Her face bore a look of happiness and surprise, then seemed to fall into sadness just as quickly. She got up from the couch, and walked into the kitchen, glancing over her shoulder at me, as if I should follow. When I turned the corner, she was standing sheepishly in front of the center bar, looking at her feet.

"Brandon, You have been so wonderful to me. You gave and gave to me, until I was full of love again. I can't thank you enough. But I just realized how selfish I have been. I have used you anytime I wanted to, and not once did you take advantage of me, or ask for anything in return. I.. need to ask you for two things. First, tell me you will always love me."

Before I could respond, she turned around, and slid her pants, and panties to the floor. She propped her chest up on the bar, locked her hands behind her back, spread her legs, and looked over her shoulder at me.

"Second, I want you to take everything you want from me. I want you to fuck the shit out of me, wherever you want, however you want, for as long as you want. No matter what I say, don't stop until you are through with me."

In that moment, I could almost feel my eyes popping out of my head, Apparently, so could Ailiyah, because she giggled, wiggled her ass, and used her finger to motion me forward. Without thinking, I immediately took her by the hands, and pulled her to her feet. Letting out a tiny whimper, my sister let me lead her back to the couch, where I pushed her gently backward over the armrest. As her hips rotated towards the cushions, I caught her knees, and fell face first into her lap. I immediately found her clit, and started tonguing, licking, kissing, and sucking it furiously. Ailiyah immediately fell into a mix of moans and protests at being too sensitive too soon. I ignored her protests, and slid two fingers into her glistening pussy. I couldn't help bit smile, as my sister's eyes literally rolled back into her head.

I gently curled my fingers up, finding the spongy flesh inside her, knowing that she would immediately go weak beneath me, and it worked. Using my tongue, and my fingers, I took my time, slowly building the tension in her, feeling her body squirm, and her moans grow more and more desperate. Finally, the moment I had been waiting for had arrived. I felt Ailiyah's back arch, just as her pussy spasmed into my hand. I waited until I was sure she was on the brink of orgasm.

Then stopped. Instantly pulling my fingers and tongue away from her, I could feel her desperation in the air around us. I looked up to see the begging need in her eyes, and simply waited. I saw the moment that she realized that she was not going to cum, and the deflation that came with it. At that exact second, I hooked my arms under her knees, and stood up. My positioning was perfect, because as I stood, my cock slid into her with no warning. I immediately pinned her knees to her chest and started pistoning into her with reckless abandon. Her brain, having just accepted her lack of orgasm, was thrown into a hyper-sexual frenzy, as her orgasm tore through her with zero warning. Immediately, her back arched again, and she threw her head back, screaming at the top of her lungs, as her perfect pussy spasmed around my cock.

"OHFUCKIWASN'TREADYICANT BREATHEIM GONNA EXPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOODE!"

Her arms thrashed against my chest as her hips bucked, and I held her there for dear life. As she came down, she suddenly realized that I was not going to stop tearing into her pussy. Her eyes bugged out, and she pulled me to her, her mouth whispering in my ear.

"Brandon, I meant what I said. I'm yours until you are done with me. But please, dont stop. I need to feel you cum inside me."

She held me there, refusing to let go as I growled, filling her with my seed. As I released her legs, and stood up, she took my hand, and pulled me around to the front of the couch. That was where she fell asleep, over the arm of the couch, her ass in the air, as she gently used the head of my cock as a pacifier.