Julie's slick pussy slithered sensually over my throbbing shaft like the first time we'd fucked. Her commanding dark eyes seared into me, full of determination to win back my trust. Her powerful vagina squeezed and massaged my dick with attentive passion.
She rode lovingly, far more concerned with gifting me every ounce of pleasure she could, than with satisfying herself. I melted under her spell. I'd never experienced sensations like this inside her pussy before. Or anyone else's. It seemed... impossible...
My eyes flew open and the morning sunlight on the ceiling broke the illusion of the dream. But my dick still pulsed. And still felt wet. And warm.
I lifted my head to see a mess of blonde hair on my stomach. Moist lips wrapped around my hard shaft. My swollen head twitching in her mouth. Her tongue massaging the underside of my dick.
Her big blue flirty eyes met mine. She tossed her wild hair to one side while my cock plunged between her succulent lips.
"Danielle," I gasped with sudden urgency as her beautiful face came into focus. Oh fuck, that's right! I'd fucked my sister yesterday. Twice! I'd fallen asleep inside her. And now she was waking me up with a blow job so good, I'd dreamed I was fucking.
I felt a sudden rush of emotion as my fingers slipped into her soft hair. She pumped her wondrous mouth over my cock with her eyes searching mine for approval. I returned her gaze with profound affection. The same brotherly love I'd always had for my pure, innocent little sister, only magnified by the depraved thrill of making her my lover. Or had she made me hers?
I stared with open mouth and aching breath at her familiar face, the one three rows up on the school bus, the one across the dinner table, the one annoyingly peeking into my room when my friends were over, the one that had shed a single tear, through feigned indifference, when I left for college. Now devouring my pulsing manhood, knowing me more intimately than I'd ever dared to dream.
I'd never felt lust or love so intense, and never had them mixed into such a powerful cocktail. I hungrily imbibed the sight of my sister sucking my shaft with her viciously angelic face, trying to stretch the moment to eternity.
But too late. My stomach jerked. My dick swelled. My eyes widened in joyous agony. My sperm shot into my sister's pretty mouth. Jet after jet spewed from my thick rod, and she gulped down every spurt with appreciative moans vibrating my spasming cock.
"Fuck," I groaned with my head rolling back on the pillow. My dick fell from her lips. She scooted up next to me and kissed my cheek.
"Good morning, Juicy," she said cheerily. I turned my head to face her with my cock still twitching on my leg.
"Dandy," I exhaled.
She beamed at me with a contented grin. "How was that?"
"Fucking... incredible," I smiled. "Thank you."
"You deserve it," she smirked. "It's your big brother's benefit." I tried unsuccessfully to suppress my laughter.
"How long were you doing that?" I composed myself.
"Just a few minutes. Didn't take long, did it?"
"Well, when I woke up, and saw you..."
"What?" she blinked innocently.
"Fuck," I sucked my breath in. "I don't think I've ever told you this, Dandy. But you are... fucking hot." She gave a sweet giggle and then sprang up from the bed and started getting dressed.
"You're happy today," I observed, rubbing my eyes.
"Well yeah," she pulled on her sweatpants with a radiant smile stuck to her face. "Aren't you?" She threw a baggy t-shirt on.
"Of course," I nodded. The sight of Danielle in the morning light, beautiful and giddy, in frumpy sweatpants and a too-big t-shirt, spread a smile across my face to match hers.
"Good," she nodded. "Just think, a few more months, and I'll be here for good. And we can be together as much as we want." A thousand objections to that idea sprang to mind.
But as she grabbed her hairbrush, her hips swayed that particular way only hers did. And her golden locks transformed from chaotic halo to shimmering cascade as she brushed. And her back arched, pushing her tits up as she worked out a knot. And the light caught her features at my favorite angle. Goddamn, she'd always been pretty, but had she always been this fucking gorgeous?
"So," she eyed me critically. "What was all that shit about Julie and an apology BJ?"
"Oh," I blinked, having honestly forgotten. "I meant to tell you last night, but I kinda... got distracted."
"Sorry, Juicy," she stuck out her lower lip and widened her eyes remorsefully.
"Don't apologize," I sighed. "And don't fuckin pout at me like that!" I stared at her ravenously. "Fuck, Danielle..."
"Julie," she reminded me, recomposing her features.
"Yes. Julie. Fuck. She gave me a BJ behind the library, like I said. She said she wanted me, not Amir, blah blah blah. And hey, why did you push me to talk to her anyway?"
"I dunno," she shrugged. "She looked so sad."
"But you clearly feel, I mean, the two of us... we're..." I trailed off. She put the brush down and gave me a questioning look.
"Are we?"
"I don't know. Are we?"
We blinked uncertainly at each other. Even our mutual bewilderment felt like a precious bond.
"Well what we are, for sure, is late," she pointed at the clock. Class began in ten minutes.
"Shit," I leapt out of bed and rushed to get ready. "Shit!" I repeated as we ran out the door together. "I forgot. Diego, tonight." She looked at me with honest confusion. "Your third guy," I reminded her.
"Oh, yeah, that." She shrugged.
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Danielle followed me to my classes that day, none of which had Julie in them. I found it tough to concentrate on anything, especially when my sister held my hand under a desk in one class, and rubbed my leg with her foot behind a table in another. Knowing I couldn't process the lectures at all, I tried instead to think through what would happen if she did come to the school in the Fall. The bulge in my pants pulsing in tune with her foot on my leg didn't help clarify anything.
Back in the room that afternoon, I sat at my desk trying to get my assignments done. I had fallen a bit behind during this whole crazy visit. Danielle sat on her air mattress, playing with her phone, her tempting cleavage catching my eye every time I glanced over.
Her face looked so alluringly soft bathed in phone-screen light. But I had to concentrate on my work. Her perky tits rose and fell with her breathing. Were they moving faster now? Was her breath getting quicker?
I looked away and wrote another sentence of my Psych 101 homework about Freud. I looked back and our eyes met. I could hear her heavy breaths now. We stared longingly at each other.
"I can't, uh, concentrate," I stammered.
"Sorry," she exhaled. "I can go..."
"Sorry," I nodded quickly. "I really need to get this done..."
"It's OK," she stood up.
"I'm sorry," I repeated.
"It's OK," she smiled. My eyes followed her to the door.
"I'll text you when I'm done," I promised.
"OK," she turned the knob. "Love you."
"Love you too," I sighed as she exited. The door shut. Fuck, were we just casually saying that to each other now? What did we even mean by that? I turned back to my work and battled against memories of my sister's naked body for the next few hours.
During the mental tumult, my phone dinged. Julie. "Hey, u free?"
"Not now," I texted back tersely.
