(Dedicated to Scott- inspiration for this story. So, if you like it thank him and if you don't blame him.)
Scott
It started about three years ago. I was about the age she is now, 19. I'm not sure why I began to notice or exactly what caused it to come about, I just knew that I couldn't and wouldn't ever think of her the same way again. I dream about her sometimes; sleep and awake. I think it's her scent. Not that imitation scent created through expensive designer perfumes. Rather the scent that comes naturally, the one that can subtly flood the senses with each touch, each hug, and each kiss...
I would watch my sister, Chris. I would watch her laugh, smile, talk, eat, and move. I watched as she grew more and more beautiful, as she became a woman, physically and mentally. But it was what happened a few weeks ago that made all my lust and wanting come to a head. I was presented with an opportunity I shamelessly took advantage of.
Thursday- 3:30 am
I was coming home after a night with the boys and I saw the light from the television flicker in the next room. Going to turn it off, I saw her lying there asleep. She had a small blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She wore only a T-shirt. One leg was draped over the edge of the couch and the other was bent against the back, leaving her open and exposed.
Of course, my dick began to twitch. Looking at her face, clam and peaceful and looking at the patch of blue panties peeking out from under she shirt, just beyond my touch made my cock grow even more. Kneeling beside her, I gently began caressing the soft inner skin of her thighs. Bending low I rubbed my cheek against her thigh, her skin was so soft. I just had to kiss it. And I did. Softly, quietly, I kissed my way up..up..up..up her thigh.
Deep within the valley between her legs, I stared at her cotton-covered pussy. The top of her T-shirt brushed my hair, I was so close. My dick pulsed in my pants. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply, savoring her essence, her scent, her puss. Pushing the T-shirt higher up her legs, I reached up and slid my fingers inside. It was warm underneath, and slightly moist. Pushing the panties aside I finally got a view of silk strawberry blonde curls. Tracing the outline of her pussy lips I slow spread her open.
Her little pink clit came out to greet me, but I wasn't interested in that. At least not yet. Aiming lower, I found that little opening. The source of so many wet dreams. Moaning, I buried my face inside her pussy, wrapping her lips over mine and smelled her. I just had to taste. Like a cat bathing, I softly licked in and out, around and around, from side to side, from the top to the bottom, eating, tasting and finally sucking on that sweet little clit. And she felt it.
Slowly, but surely she began to leak. Releasing her bud, I drank the juice offered to me-- her pussy juice. I was making her horny. I was making her crave sex in her sleep. She was getting ready for me, although she didn't know it. Scooping up pussy juice on the tip of my tongue, I slowly twirled my tongue, lubricating her clit and sucked the juice off again. This is when she moaned. This is when her hips pushed against my mouth, burying me deeper, this is when she spread her thighs wider, lost in her dreams. This is where I ate some more and where I sucked harder.
Her hand came down and collided with my head. Moving out the way, I let go of her snatch and watched as her hand instinctive found her pussy opening and thrusted two fingers inside. She tried to turn her body, but I was in the way and that is when she woke up. Reaching my hand up I rested it against her stomach and pushed her back down, I located her clit and sucked it. She grasped. Her whole body went ridged.
"Scott?"
Ignoring her, I continue with my treat. Licking my tongue between her fingers buried in her cunt. Licking the juice between her fingers and the top of her pussy. I ate and moaned, letting her know how much I was loving it. Lifting my head, I pulled out her fingers and sucked the juice off. Meeting her stun, yet aroused, eyes. I said, "shhhh it's ok. It's just us. I won't tell. But please, let me smell you, let me eat you. Let me suck while you play with your pussy."
By this time, she was shivering. She watched me, indecisively. She watched me as I licked her juice from my wet lips, she watched, she moaned and closed her eyes as if trying to deny what she was about to do. Her right hand reached for my head and pushed me back down as her left fingers went right back inside her snatch, losing themselves in her heat. It was the first thing we did as a team in a long while. She fingered herself and I sucked all the pussy juice she could provide.
I knew just when it got too intense. Her fingers went deeper, her body became more tense. Instead of the two fingers she started burying four inside her cunt, applying more pressure, making it harder for me to hold on to that little clit. So, I let go. Removing her hands, I replaced them with my own, sliding in three fingers, deep. She opened her eyes and saw me staring at her pussy with lust. She cried out for God.
Smiling I said, "He's busy right now. Try Scott for now."
Reaching under her body I lifted her up and pushed her T-shirt as high as I could to expose her breasts. Thrusting my fingers in, I massaged the top inner walls of her pussy, rubbing my palm against her clit with each inward thrust. Then I dived for her nipples with my mouth.
"Scott," she cried, as she tired to push my head away. But I had to get at those nipples. I had to suck and drink, hoping that she would feed my hunger as the tightening of her pussy was feeding my lust. Four fingers now. I nearly buried my hand inside her cunt; milking it for all it was worth until she exploded. And this time it wasn't God she called for, it was me. Burying my face in her neck, breathing in her scent, I continued to shove my hand deep inside her cunt over and over as she came, making it hurt. I hand fucked her harder and stronger with each shove and she loved it. From side to side she rocked, eyes closed, moaning and panting. It was beautiful. I laid with her until she calmed down. In a shy, almost scared, voice she said.
"Scott?"
Lifting my face from her shoulder, I pulled my hand from her pussy. Looking down I saw that it was coated with her cunt juice. Bringing my hand to her lips, I traced her juice around her lips. Leaning forward I licked it off and softly kissed her. Looking into her uncertain eyes, I smiled and whispered. "I won't tell."
I got up and left, heading toward my bedroom. I needed to relieve some tension. Making a B-line to the shower, I proceeded to jerk off under the warm sprays of the water and remembered. I remembered her scent and her taste. It was the most intense jerk off I've had in a while.
Friday- 8:30 am
The next morning she was at the kitchen table having her breakfast. Mom was on the telephone and dad was reading the morning paper. Common family scene, but there was nothing common about the lust I felt toward my little sister. Our eyes met the moment I walked through the door. She quickly turned her head and stared down into her plate. A slow blush spread across her cheeks.
Well, at least she didn't hate me. "Chris?"
Still looking down at her plate, she responded, "yes?"I'm going away this weekend and I know you have that paper due soon, so feel free to use my computer. Okay?"
Nodding, she continued to eat and avoid me. Mom walked over and kissed me on the cheek, telling me to enjoy my weekend with Susan, my current girlfriend. I smiled my thanks and looked back at Chris. Still seeing no response I left the kitchen, gathered my things and left for my weekend.
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Chris
My heart has never beaten so fast. Never have I been embarrassed, ashamed, and aroused at the same time. I couldn't get the moment of Scottie's mouth sucking me, eating me, out of my mind, especially since he appeared to love it so much. Just the thought of it had my pussy tightening. Just the thought that he was my brother and it was forbidden made me tighten in pain.
But it doesn't matter. He was probably just horny. Once he has this weekend with Susan, he'll probably will forget all about me. Which is good. Afterall, it isn't right, despite how it feels. Well, at least I get to use his computer rather than mom and dad's. Scottie had much more fun stuff on his.
12:15 p.m.- Monday
I just now finished my project, which was due tomorrow, when I decided to see just what was new on Scottie's computer. I went through a few new games and listened to his latest additions of bootlegged MP3s when I decided to explore his "My Documents" folder.
Opening it, I saw that he had the usual college papers and assignments. Apparently, he also had some hidden folders present that he forgot to tell the computer to hide. Scanning the list, I saw the majority of them were appeared to be sexual in origin. But that didn't surprise me, what did surprise me was a folder labeled with my name. I clicked it. Inside were a series of word documents labeled 1, 2, 3, etc. all the way to 13. Clicking on the first one, what I proceeded to read blew my mind. This is what it said:
Chris and her little friends were outside by the pool today. They all were very cute, but it was my sister who drew my attention. Like always. I don't know why I want her so much, maybe because she's beautiful and I love her. I take comfort in knowing that although I can't control my feelings, or that constant ache in my dick, I can control my actions.
If I were smart I would stop drooling over her and concentrate on her friends. I know that at least one has a crush on me so it wouldn't be hard, but I can't. It's hard for me to think of them that way. I've known them as long as she has and I see them as little sisters, which is weird considering the feelings I have for Chris.
Chris. I can just imagine what it would be like to fuck that tight little puss. Her strawberry blonde curls are just begging to be caressed and parted. If I had my way, I would wait for all her friends to leave. When they leave, she likes to sit in the hot tub next to the pool and relax. I would join her, wearing my swimming briefs. The ones that haven't fit right since I was 15. She wore a crimson red bikini. I would call her name. Her eyes would open and connect with my tightly covered crotch, made worse by my hard on.
She'll gasp when she sees it flex under the material. She'll watch as I slowly lower myself into the tub, slowly hiding my body from her view until we are eye to eye. Her breathing would be out of control and she would whisper my name. Calling me and begging me to come closer, she'll reach out her hand and slide it down my chest. Then she'll say.
"Hey big brother. I need you to do me a favor."
"What?" I'll ask, harder than ever.
"I want you to teach me how to fuck."
