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Caught By My Sister Pt 02

Caught By My Sister Pt 02

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Hey, if you haven't read the first chapter, I'd strongly recommend that you read it first. These are not independent chapters. Thank you.

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I woke up and for a second, I wondered if I'd hallucinated the events of yesterday night. I looked to the other side of the bed and saw the stains that we'd both left. So, it definitely did happen.

She was here. She did undress. And we both masturbated together. I replayed every second and within a few minutes, I'd just shot another load. I put everything to wash and got ready for college.

My first interaction with my sister was in the car, on the way to college. I didn't know what to say to her. So, for the first couple of minutes, I was just quiet.

"Do you regret it?" she asked.

"No," I replied. "Do you?"

"Good," she said.

The conversation then took a completely different turn, with her talking about college and classes. I was a little relieved, to be honest. I didn't know what I would say to her about what we'd done. I simply hadn't had the time to think about it. All that I knew was, I wanted more of this -- whatever this was.

Unfortunately, the next few days weren't really conducive to our experiments. Mom came home late one day, which meant we couldn't really do anything. Another day, I had a ton of work at my college. Another day, Millie was out. It went on like this for a few days.

In some ways, nothing changed between me and Millie. Our routines were just what they were before. I was still her ride to college and back, we still had our dinner together, and we still had no contact with each other when we were at college.

But of course, things had changed. The way I looked at her had changed. She wasn't my not-so-close sister anymore. She was my have-to-fuck-her sister now. To say that I wanted to fuck her is an understatement. My sister was my fantasy now. She was all that I thought about. I would look at her, going about her business at home, and get hard.

And she did one hell of a job teasing me. It was never anything too explicit. It was always subtle. One evening, we'd just finished dinner. Millie and I were still at the table but mom was at the refrigerator, looking for something. Millie was wearing a light blue sleeveless tank top and given that I'd been staring at her throughout dinner, I knew she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. I could easily make out her nipples, which were hard and poking out. I'd spent a considerable part of my dinner thinking about how they looked underneath that almost transparent top.

Millie turned to me and smiled. It was the sort of smile that tells you that something very very naughty is about to happen. She reached down and pulled the top, revealing one of her breasts. She winked at me and took her nipple between her fingers and pressed hard. Before I could say or do anything, the top was down, and she was looking at her plate again.

On another day, she walked in on me while I was showering.

"Hey, on the way to class, we need to stop and get some groceries, okay? " she said, in the most casual tone.

She then looked down at my cock that was getting harder by the second. She chuckled.

"One day, I'm going to make you jerk off in front of me while I just sit and watch," she remarked and left.

On the way to college that day, she acted like nothing had happened at all.

Despite all this, the one thing that she didn't do anymore was stand in the corridor and watch me jerk off. I kept the door open, hoping that she'd at least watch but she never did. I was disappointed, of course, but I also got the sense that she was setting something up. Patience was the key here.

My job was to simply follow her lead and that was something that I was very specific about -- I wanted her to set the tone. As much as I loved what had happened between us and hoped for much, much more, I wanted her to take the lead. I didn't want to, even by accident, push her out of her comfort zone.

For all the talk of us not being close, I loved her dearly. She was my little sister and I wanted to make sure that she was fully okay with whatever happened. So, I bided my time. I dreamed, fantasized, jerked off, and more than anything, just hoped that things would move ahead.

A couple of days later, it did.

It was a Saturday. Like most Saturdays, we were all sort of free for the day. Usually, Millie would hang out with her friends, and I would with mine. We'd do some chores, if we had them, and mom would basically take a day off. She'd watch TV, sleep, or do some cleaning up. Essentially, we were all free.

But on that day, she got a call from a colleague, asking her if she could come in to work. I remember her telling us she was picking up a friend's shift and that she'd be home later in the afternoon.

About half an hour after this news broke, mom left to work. As much as I wanted to talk to Millie, I didn't know what to say to her. I didn't know if she wanted to do or say anything at all. So, again, I let her dictate how this would play out.

I sat myself down in the living room and turned on the TV. I knew that she was in the shower. So, there really wasn't much for me to do anyway. I browsed through the channels, paying half-attention to what was being broadcasted. I settled on something but to be honest, I had absolutely no clue what it was. I wasn't really looking at the TV, so much as giving myself an excuse to stay here and announce to Millie that I was free.

I kept looking at the watch every few minutes. I knew Millie took long showers. Once, we had to go to the airport to pick up dad and she'd spent an hour in the shower. Now, waiting for her, I wondered if she needed all that time just to shower or if she did something else, too. I hadn't even fully thought of that when my cock twitched.

I let my mind wander, partly because it was exciting to think of all the things that she probably did in the shower and partly because I was, to an extent, losing it. Waiting has never been my strong suit.

I imagined if Millie was upstairs, right now, in the shower, playing with herself. My ex girlfriend had once remarked that the shower was where she was the most relaxed and that's where she usually masturbated. Maybe Millie was doing that right now. Maybe Millie was just standing there, under the shower, rubbing her clit, moaning. I wondered if she preferred fingering herself. The thought of her just standing there, her fingers buried deep inside her pussy -- I was rock hard now.

For a moment, I thought of jerking off, right there in the living room. It's not as if Millie hadn't seen me do it before. And given that she'd have to come down the stairs, she'd spot me doing it, and if she didn't want to be a part of it, she could just go back upstairs. Or maybe she'd be disgusted by it. I decided not to overthink this and just go for it.

"Hey, you watching a movie?" Millie called out. Thankfully, it was before I'd begun to do anything. I sat upright and sort of composed myself.

"Eh, something's on. I don't really know," I said honestly and turned to her.

There she was, getting down the stairs. She was wearing a pink, sleeveless tank top that said, "CUTE", right across her breasts. I agreed. I could immediately make out that she wasn't wearing a bra. She was also wearing a set of pink shorts. They were really short.

Millie pranced across the living room with a spring in her step. She sat down right next to me and hugged my arm.

"Uh, Millie," I started.

"Before you say anything...," she cut me off.

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"Yeah"

"I know I'm teasing you a bit," she said, her hands squeezing my shoulders gently.

"Yeah, I'm aware," I replied, turning to her.

"I know it's a bit cruel but it's also so much fun," she said, a smile appearing on her face.

"Oh it's cruel, I can tell you that much."

"Did you like it, though?"

"I mean... It's frustrating but yeah, it's fun."

"I like teasing you. It sort of makes me feel like I'm in control of this thing."

"You are. I don't want to do something that makes you uncomfortable."

"You don't have to be so fucking sweet," she punched my arm lightly.

"Hey, I just don't want to force you into anything. That's all that I'm saying," I replied.

"Don't worry, you're not forcing me into anything," she said, and leaned into me.

"I'm the person that wants everything, J," she whispered in my ear.

I don't know if it's possible to cum without touching your cock but that's the closest I've ever come.

I turned to her. Our faces were close. Really close. So close that I could feel her exhaling on my skin. We looked at each other for a few seconds, trying to read what the other one was feeling. Then, she just smiled that mischievous smile and sat back down.

She took the TV remote and started flipping through the channels while I sat there, gathering myself as if I were an old, conservative lady who'd been told a really vulgar joke. She stopped on a rerun of some sitcom and turned the volume down to almost zero.

We just sat there, for a minute, watching the TV. I was trying to think of what to say and I have a suspicion that she was doing the same.

"Have you told anyone?" she broke the silence.

"Of course not," I replied.

"Okay good because I don't think anyone's going to talk to us after that," she chuckled.

"Wait, why did you think I'd tell anyone?"

"I don't know. Guys are weird, that's why," she said.

"But Millie... I do feel guilty,"

"About?"

"About the fact that this is wrong?"

"Eh," she didn't even dignify it with a full response.

"I mean it," I continued.

"J, I liked it. I have a feeling that you did, too. Yeah, sure, if we tell someone, we're fucked. I'm not saying you're wrong. But I don't want to stop doing something because someone might find out and it might not be so nice"

"Well...," I didn't know what to say.

For a few minutes, neither of us said anything.

"Do you not want to do anything?" she spoke again.

"I do. I won't lie," I said, honestly.

I felt her hand on my thigh. She just gently rested her hand.

"Because you did have a good time, didn't you?" she asked, her fingers drawing little circles on my shorts.

"I did."

It was a miracle that I wasn't hard until this point. Now, though, I was getting hard... fast. Given that I was wearing just some boxers, and that Millie was right there, I couldn't really hide my erection. Not to any real effect, at least. I moved a bit, trying to see if it would make any difference. It didn't.

"Oh, he seems to have definitely had some fun," she chuckled.

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Her hands moved closer to my cock. In one smooth motion, she slipped her hand under my boxers and held my hard cock. The sensation of her warm hands holding my cock was extraordinary. I'd been with girls before, of course, but it was never this good. Hell, I didn't even know that someone just holding my cock could feel this good. I grunted and she laughed.

She then got up and began to strip. No, she began to put on a show for me. The pink tank top that she was wearing had two thin, flimsy strings that went on top of her shoulders. She pulled them down her arms. Her breasts were now holding the top. She cupped them in her hands while swaying her hips, looking at me with a mischievous smile.

"You and I are in serious need of some alone time together," she said, and removed her top, revealing those breasts again.

This time, I didn't have to struggle to see her. I watched those breasts sway gently, her nipples get harder and harder as she squeezed them with her fingers. Her hands then went down to her shorts. She held the elastic of the shorts in her hands, playing with it, teasing me.

"Time to strip, big boy," she said.

She didn't have to ask twice. I got up and removed my boxers and my shirt within seconds.

"God, you're blessed," she said, looking at my cock, and slowly started to remove her shorts. I couldn't believe that my sister was putting on a strip tease for me. I saw her V first, as the shorts started to come down. I couldn't help but stroke my cock. There's only so much a young man can resist and this was far beyond my limit. Her pussy came into view and by this time, I was stroking myself quite hard. I had to tell myself to go slow, to enjoy this, to make it last.

Once the shorts were down, she stepped away from them, and stood there, proudly. Her hands were resting on her hips and she was watching me jerk off to her.

"Don't deny me the fun," she said and came close to me. I stopped jerking off as she came close. Finally, she was close enough that my cock was touching her naked body. She wrapped her hand around my cock and looked up at me.

"Boy, is he ever so eager," she said with a smile and started to stroke my cock. Her hand was warm, she was stroking me so slowly that I felt like the very anticipation of quicker strokes was going to make me cum.

I reached out and touched her, for the first time. I held her breasts in my hand and she leaned in to kiss me. We kissed, standing in front of each other, exploring our bodies. I moved my hand lower. I brushed her pussy from the top and I could immediately tell that she was wet.

My sister moaned and her hand that was working my cock picked up pace. I ran my hand along her labia, her juices now starting to stick to my fingers. She stopped kissing and looked up at me. I played with her pussy as she buckled, her eyes never leaving mine. I could see the pleasure that was taking over her body. Finally, I stopped at her opening.

I started to move my hands, just drawing little circles on her opening, putting just enough pressure for her to notice. She opened her legs slightly, her moans now becoming considerably louder. I increased the pressure on her pussy, making sure that I wasn't going in. She'd teased me for days. This was my chance to get back at her.

I continued playing with her pussy as she moaned. Eventually, her head fell on my chest. Her hand slowed down. She wanted to simply enjoy this and I was fine with that. I could hear her breathing get heavier and heavier with every passing second.

"In," she almost rasped, in the end.

"So quickly? What about all the teasing you've been up to for the last two days?" I replied, my hands picking up pace and pressure.

"Please, J," she said and it was almost as if she was begging me.

I couldn't say no to that, not to mention the fact that I wanted to be inside her pussy. I wanted to feel my fingers being gripped. And so, I slipped a finger inside. Millie moaned loudly and put her arms around me. As I started to rock my finger in and out, she got closer to me, holding me tighter. She was being really loud now.

"Fuck, that feels so good, J," she said, her nails starting to dig into my flesh.

I could feel her body convulsing as I played with her pussy. And she was wet. Very wet. So wet that I could hear the sounds of her juices. I could tell that she was getting close. I kept finger fucking her and soon enough, I felt her coming. She hugged me hard, almost screaming, her body shuddered as she rode that high, until she almost fell over me, letting her entire weight fall on my body.

Eventually, she steadied herself and looked up to me.

"You're going to have to do that a lot, Mr," she said, and with a smirk, wrapped her hand around my cock. This time, I knew I wasn't going to last long. She worked her hand, stroking my cock.

"You have no idea about the things I want this big boy to do, J," she said. A few minutes ago, when she was jerking me off, she was gentle, slow, and it felt more like a display of love. This time, though, it was all lust. It was as if she was hungry. Hungry for me to cum. It was wilder, more animalistic. Her hands moved faster and faster.

I don't think I even lasted a full two minutes. She wanted me to cum, I could see it on her face, and I'd been teased for long enough. I came with a grunt, and looked down to see thick ropes hitting her stomach.

"That's it, J," she said, her hand now slowing down but not stopping yet. She seemed determined to squeeze every last drop of cum that I had inside my body.

Eventually, she stopped, and I took a few steps back. My legs hit the couch behind me and I sat down. She hadn't moved, though. She was still standing there, a proud look on her face, as if the cum dripping down on her stomach was a badge of honor.

"Well, that happened," I said, and we both laughed a little.

Then, with not a moment's hesitation, she ran a finger on her stomach, collected my cum, and licked it off. I was too stunned to say anything. With my mouth wide open, I looked at her. This made her laugh hard.

"What? I was curious," she said, once her laughter had died down.

She sat down next to me and we cuddled for a few minutes. Truth be told, I didn't know if what I'd just done was good, bad, or disastrous. I was fairly certain that it was wrong and I wasn't supposed to have done it but I didn't know if I saw it that way. But I decided that I didn't want to worry about it too much. At least not right now.

So, we just lay there, sort of intertwined, for a while. Millie was the one who got up first. She announced that she had to go see a movie with her friends.

"Millie," I called her, as she started to walk away. She stopped and turned around.

"Do you... kinda want to talk about this?" I asked.

"Maybe. Or maybe I just want to get on my knees and suck your cock. I don't know yet, " she said, not missing a beat.

"For now, though," she continued, "I need to go get ready."

Forty minutes after this, Millie left. I had a ton of questions but it seemed like I'd have to wait. But then again, if waiting meant that she'd suck my cock, I was only too happy to do that.

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Hey everyone,

The response to part one of this story isn't something that I even imagined. So, I'm grateful for that. It has definitely motivated me to continue writing. As with the first chapter, I'd appreciate it if you folks would leave your feedback. The good, the bad, and the nasty, and everything in between. I truly want it all. Thank you!

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