Sarah jumped as she heard the door open. She was in a supply closet that no one used and thought it the perfect place to drown out her sorrow. After hours and hours of searching, she finally found a place where she can be alone... until now.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." Sarah immediately turned away from him.
"Who are you?" She asked wiping her tears away. He walked over to make sure she was okay, touching her shoulder for comfort. He felt lightening as he touched her and his cock went painfully hard. She turned around and he could tell she'd been crying. Her face was flushed, lips parted, and her clothes were wrinkled. She looked like hell. She looked like heaven. He wanted her.
"M-m-my, I mean I-I Chris n-name..." He felt his face turn red and he felt embarrassed.
"Your name is Chris? Well Chris, if you don't mind, I'd like to mourn and feel sorry for myself and hate the world alone. Please leave." She pointed to the door but he just stood there. She looked back at him in time to see his eyes go hot. He looked like a giant to her and she instantly felt intimidated. At 19 years, she was 5'9, sun-kissed, with long, brown hair, green eyes, and full, very kissable, lips. She was 125 pounds with a little waist and large breast. Chris had to be at least 6'4 around 20 years old with green eyes and brown hair just like hers. He was extremely sexy. If she stayed in the closet with him any longer, she might do something that she would regret. She stood up and, again, wiped her tears away. He grabbed her hand and guided her to the door. As they got back to the reception her aunt, Linda approached them.
"Hello, you two. I'm glad you met." She smiled a completely genuine smile. You would think that she was happy her sister was dead. "Sarah, meet your brother, Chris." He turned a bright, scarlet red and dropped her hand. He felt sick that he was thinking those things about his sister and even worse was that it was on the day of his mother's funeral. Even though he felt sick, he still wanted her and he could barely walk, he was so hard.
"I know both of you are confused but your mom had Chris when she was 16 and had to give him to a foster family. Two years later, she got married and had Sarah." She knew she should be thinking of the fact that Chris was her brother, but Sarah couldn't stop thinking of him naked and touching her and making her feel good. Her aunt was still rambling on about some thing or another then she smiled and excused herself. When she looked at Chris, he was staring at her.
"What was she talking about?" Sarah asked with a slight smile on her sexy, red lips.
"She said that she thought I should stay at mom's house for a while with you." He couldn't help but notice how she sucked in air quickly as if she weren't getting enough. He found that very erotic. Hell, he found everything she did erotic and he wanted to pull down her panties in front of everyone and bury his aching cock inside of her. He assumed that since he knew she was his sister, he would stop wanting her, but every second he was near her made him want her more.
"So where are you staying now?" She asked. Secretly, she wanted him almost as much as he wanted her. Just him standing there looking so at ease made her hot and bothered.
"Room 305." He replied quickly. The conversation went on and on. There were friends of the family and family members all wishing them well and telling them how sorry they were and how young and healthy their mom looked. Sarah looked like she was going to breakdown but Chris was there with her the whole time and that somehow gave her strength. The day was finally over and Chris wanted nothing more than to lie down and go to sleep. He heard a knock on his door and was tempted to ignore it, but the knock wouldn't go away so he gave in and opened the door. When he did, he was surprised to see his sister there in her PJ's and looking sexy as hell. She looked guilty and bit her lower lip, which made Chris' cock twitch in his pants. I will not get hard now. I will not get hard now. I will not get hard now. He kept repeating to himself.
"I'm sorry to bother you at this hour, I'll just go." She started to walk away.
"No, come in." He closed the door behind her and they both sat down on his bed. They were so close he could feel her body heat, yet they weren't even touching. She looked at him, and then lifted her lips to his, softly. They fused instantly. Then she pulled back.
"I'm sorry. I should-" He kissed her, the assaulter this time. Hot. Needy. Desperate. She opened her mouth to his assault as their tongues danced together in an erotic tango. Her legs wrapped around his body and he lost it. He completely ripped her shirt, and then pulled off his own. He snapped her bra off and removed his mouth from hers to kiss lower. He licked her nipple and she almost cried out so he started to suck on it. She arched her back; her nipples met his hungry mouth. Then he stopped to do the same to the other one. He was grinding into her as she yelled his name. He inserted his finger into her and it came out drenched. Deliberately, He looked at her and licked all of her juices from his finger.
"You're definitely ready for me." Chris pulled down his pants and entered her, inch by slow inch. He wanted to savor this moment forever. She screamed as she pushed her soaking pussy faster into his cock frustrated, causing more friction between them.
"Fuck me NOW!!! Faster and h-h-harder," he laughed at her loss of control and pulled out. He turned her around so that her back was facing him and he plunged deep into her tight channel. He did just as she asked and thrusted into her, hard, over and over. He felt his balls tighten and tried to hold off an orgasm but then Sarah cried out as her release rocked her body and he couldn't hold on. They both came, their groans mingling together. His cum was mixed with hers was all over the bed. He pulled out of her and they both lay on his bed with smiles on their faces. He was thinking of something to say but when he looked at her, she was sleep.
