I make myself comfortable on the couch, which I notice has actually been cleaned. The energy in those girls is impressive, looking after their place as well as me. I get through several glasses of water in the next minutes. It occurs to me that the last thing I ate was Marsa's doughnuts the previous evening. It's not far from 24 hours since I last ate anything. But I don't feel hunger, only butterflies as I hear a bedroom door open in the corridor. Jenna? With Bruce? I get up and open the door from the kitchen diner into the corridor to see. There stands my sister, seeing Bruce out of the place the moment our pact moves on by a step. That assuages all the doubt I've been having.
"Hey!" I wave shyly and they both look my way. Bruce waves with a smile and appears to be fairly satisfied looking. Jenna almost runs into my arms and nuzzles me quietly. I hold her tight and kiss her forehead softly. My fingers sink into her soft skin hiding under her clothes, her back feels like the plains of paradise on my fingers.
"See you around thanks guys!" Bruce throws an abandoned smile our way as I briefly wave him an afterthought of a farewell. He can go. I have my sister. She's here in my arms, I can't let go of her or think of anything else but her. We stand in the doorway of the kitchen diner holding each other tight in silence for over a minute. I touch her back, her shoulders, I stroke her cheek with the back of my hand. We breathe heavily as her hands press into me with determined strength. The longest fluttering sigh leaves my chest as I feel her potent emotional embrace stronger even than when we last parted. The inability to let each other go at this moment brings my racing mind to a total standstill, and the still image is my sister, her wanting lips ever so slightly open, her sure yet soft clamp around my torso with her arms, her breasts pillowing against my chest and her legs close into mine causing her to grind herself gently on my leg.
We stand as statues clinging to a moment in time, as the door into the stairwell clicks on the alighting of Bruce. I don't want to ask her anything about how it went, she can tell me in her time. I silently want her, words will never put enough meaning on my desire for her. I can only simply tell her.
"I love you sis." Whispering into her ear makes her soften and retighten her embrace. Her voice catches a little on reply.
"I love you my brother, please don't leave me again..." A gentle sob, so similar to that first moment she cried into my chest yesterday morning, however with a definite tone of relief to go with that pain.
I'm overwhelmed by her words and have to manifest myself more physically upon her. Jenna's trembling lips are pressed between my own as I suddenly kiss her with incandescent passion. She moves her head to center our kiss as I suck her lips in mine and offer my tongue to hers. My big hands stroke down her back and press her almost violently against me, taking her off her feet a little. She twirls her tongue around mine, her lips hardly able to accept how much of my tongue reaches into her mouth.
"Mmh, I can never let you go!" I grunt aggressively, my fingers failing to refrain from dragging at the waistline of her little panties and skirt combo. From the small of her back, my hand hooks into her clothes and significantly removes them from her butt which now peeks nudely out towards the exit door of the dorm. My hand returns from her underwear to softly palm into the gentle skin laid bare there.
"Stay with me Elpy, I need you... Touch me!" Jenna's cute way with words is just one aspect that attracts me to her so much. The internal fight between savouring the moment and touching her where I never have before is agonising. My fingers fight against my failing will to move between her legs and touch her centre.
"Please stop me..." I beg her to slow me down as her silky behind begins to embrace my fingers as they press into her perineum, my lasts ounces of willpower only just preventing me from pressing my fingers inside of her.
"I... Can't... Sto... Ohhh!" Her fluttering voice fades to a gentle moan as my fingers rest against the very outside of her labia that protect her vagina. The meandering seam where each side of her labia hold close together would be defeated by only the very slightest press from my finger. At the very last moment before my fingers part her labia, I manage to pull my hand away in a tortuous and teasing refrain. Jenna pants with anticipation and assaults my tongue with hers. I take her hands in mine and we merely stand in the corridor kissing and sucking each other's tongues relentlessly for some minutes. She smell like sex, she tastes like sex, she exudes sexual aura, no thought I can have is about anything else except my sister, the protectiveness I feel for her dissolving into a furnace of need to sully her body with my own, to carnally discover her to the furthest possible reach.
"Come to my bed my brother," She hangs off my shoulders with her arms as if asking to be carried which I effortlessly achieve my lifting her short light frame so that her face is level with mine, wrapping my arms under her bum to hold her fast against my belly. We continue kissing as her arms squeeze over my shoulders and she grinds excitedly against my tshirt. I do my best to keep my hands away as I begin to feel her wetness on my arms that cross underneath her butt. I try to walk straight as she sucks my lower lip in her mouth and flutters her fingers on my shoulder blades.
"Jenna, oh Jenna," is all I can manage as I fumble open her door and stumble in, I'm so hard and erect that my jeans are stressed when I move my legs to walk. Jenna is ruffling up my tshirt from the back clearly aiming to get it off of me, and as I gently set her to her bed, she pulls it over my head. Briefly laying back on her bed and smelling my tshirt, I tower over her with muscled presence and start touching her belly, arms and breasts through her thin cotton blouse. Looking down on her front like this I still cannot see her secrets, her pants and skirt only pulled down at her back. I almost cannot picture her beautiful vagina in my mind's eye, now that the framing is sexual in nature.
I stroke one big hand up her stomach, under her blouse and hit her brassiere. I continue under the frame and she gasps as my big warm hand fills with her breast. A furious virility erupts in me as I take my other hand into her blouse, clasp it along with the bra, and tear them open like wet paper to reveal her pert, substantial D cup breasts, bouncing with the sudden freedom they now enjoy. The bra pings with a pathetic dull slap and her blouse tears loudly, an aural excitement to our already peaking arousal. Only her arms remain covered by the obliterated blouse and the shoulder straps of her bra flop uselessly backwards over her shoulders as I take a second, beastly tear into her clothes. The blouse now opened up at every point and the bra in ribbons, I play with her breasts in each hand. We wonder at each other with gazing eye contact, feasting across each others torsos and panting excitedly as I stand beside her bed on which she lays.
She sits up, leaving a sty of shredded clothing behind her on the bed, looking into my eyes and then beginning to study my chest. Her warm wet kisses soon follow, her sucking and licking on my pectorals and stomach. I press my fingers into her back with massaging care, holding her head to my chest and letting her taste me as much as she wants. I pay close attention to her olive skin, her pristine soft back with constellations of moles and freckly shoulders. Before long, I lean down and bite softly into her left shoulder, her hands pressing flatly against my back and beckoning me onto the bed with her.
I climb on to the bed, our bodies only with waist down clothes remaining. I press her silky neck between my teeth in gentle love bites, moving to share kisses with her lips as well. I take long drags along the top of her shoulders with my tongue, occasionally teasing to move down her pectorals towards her breasts, but refraining and going back to her chin, neck, ears, cheeks and lips for as long as I can bare staying away from the places I have not yet tasted. We softly whisper our feelings to each other as our hands stroke every part of our backs chests and stomach, down her arms, holding her hand, only just resisting the frequent urges for my hands to go under her panties and touch her so sexually.
"I've never missed anyone like I missed you today sis..."
"Me too, just things like, your big hands... So warm, I always felt more from your touch."