Author's Note: This story has been revised. It was received well enough that I decided to rework it, fix some mistakes, and I've added a special something at the end. If you've already read it, you might want to give it another go. But if you haven't you might be in for a treat, because it has been improved.
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"What do I have to do to get you to have dinner with me?"
Lisa blushed and answered, "Why do you want to take me to dinner?"
Lisa was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, that's why. She had a perfect body, a charming smile that she was generous enough to show quite often, and she had the eyes of an angel. I'd almost never seen her wear her hair down, it was always in a pony tail.
"You won't be disappointed, we can go anywhere you want."
Something came over me today. She'd been coming to the Biology Group meetings for only a few weeks, but I developed an unexpected report with her. If I didn't know any better, I'd say someone was putting me on.
"Fine, let's do it."
Her response did seem to be a little easy, but I'd never been with a girl like this before, so I didn't question it.
"Would you like a ride back to your dorm?" I asked her.
"Actually, that's my brother right over there." I looked over to see a guy standing by his car, who looked just as handsome as she was beautiful. He looked back at us curiously, and I felt a need to appear gentlemanly as well.
"You know where my sorority is?"
"I can find it."
"Ok. Pick me up at 8, then."
I was not prepared for what came next.
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"Lisa's room?" I asked to girl with her face buried in a book. She did not seem the least bit alarmed at being seen in her pj's.
She did not look up, but said, "Upstairs, last door on the right."
For some reason, a boyish pang of suspense hit me when she said this, as if Lisa herself had just walked into the room. After all, I of all people was taking this gorgeous girl out. It was really happening.
When I got upstairs, I heard two girls fighting in a bathroom. One of them came out and slammed the door. She was only wearing a towel, but did not seem bothered by my presence. In fact, she seemed more embarrassed that she had just slammed the door than the lack of clothing. She just sauntered back to her room, and I started feeling less unwelcome.
Lisa didn't seem the type to go walking about in just a towel, but that didn't matter to me. Yet had anything at all been sacred to me before knocking on her door just moments later, I would have surely thrown them out the window as well. I was looking forward to an evening with a pretty girl by my side, and that was all I wanted.
But Lisa had other plans.
I thought I'd gotten the wrong room at first, because I heard giggling inside. But I figured that if it was the wrong room, whoever answered could point me in the right direction.
I knocked and waited. A moment later, Lisa answered the door with a big smile on her face.
And she was completely naked.
She let me look at her for a few moments, and I hardly knew what to say. I couldn't take my eyes off her, but I knew I should have looked away. She was happy, watching me stare, while my mind tripped over itself. Her eyes told me that if I touched her and leaned in to kiss her, she would have let me. She didn't seem to mind at all.
She was skinny, but fit, and her skin looked very soft and smooth. Her breasts were just as I'd imagined them, perfectly round and slightly large for her small frame. And she was only partially shaved.
She was biting her lip when our eyes made contact again, and I noticed that her hair was still in a pony tail. Finally, she reached out and took my hand and pulled me inside. She only pulled me in slightly, so when she closed the door, her body was pressed against mine.
She kept looking up at me, still touching only my hand. Still beyond believing, I remained frozen. Never had a girl presented herself to me like this. Yet it was like I had to take her.
She slowly stepped back and leaned back on the wall opposite the small atrium leading into her room. She put her hands behind her back and just stood, grinning and waiting.
Finally, she reached out her hand for mind. I stepped forward and she took it. Then, looking me in the eyes, guided it to her bush and slid it down.
I must have seemed like a virgin to her. I wasn't, but she wouldn't have known it from my expression. It was actually enough to make her start laughing, as if I'd endeared myself to her. She almost seemed unmoved by having my hand there, except that she could revel in the joy it brought me to do so. And I felt it turn within me, which she sensed as well.
Then I heard a male voice from within the room say, "I see she likes you."
Lisa's eyes went wide with excitement. I turned to see who she was looking at. It was David, her brother.
"I do like him, David. He's sweet." Lisa responded.
I pulled my hand away, but felt ashamed for doing so. As strange as it was having David present, I didn't get the feeling at all that he cared about me touching his sister. I could have kept touching her and she would have liked it, and I knew it immediately when she looked back at me. She looked disappointed, but understanding.
"She says your sweet, what can I say?" Then Lisa walked over him and put her arms around him from the side, bending her right leg slightly into his. She looked at him as a loving wife looks at her husband. It was not sisterly at all.
"So you want to date my sister?" David asked, not quite seriously.
I was too stunned for words. I was about to assume that they just had a very friendly family upbringing, and weren't the type to get wierded out by seeing each other naked.
But then he said, "If you want to date my sister, you're going to have to learn to please her. I care about her quite a bit." At that, her body shook with excitement, and she giggled.
Her brother checked out her body again and said, "How about it, Sis?"
She didn't have to think, she just darted across the room to sit on the bed and started opening her legs to him. He knelt before her, pushing her legs apart even further.
"There's my sister. How do you feel about your new friend Jack?" As he said this, he started rubbing her pussy. The two never broke eye contact.
"I don't know. I kinda like him. He's very nice to me."
"He has to be. You're my sister, and my sister deserves the best."
"You're the best, Brother. You know every inch of me." He was putting his fingers into her, and she was reacting in quick pants.
"I do know how to please you, don't I, Sister?"
She nodded, feeling too much pleasure to giggle. "Won't you please me now, Brother?" She had her hands to her side, but now she put them up to his face.
"Yes, Sister. Get ready."
If I didn't know any better, I'd think they were putting me on. That this was part of some elaborate role play and that they really aren't related. Except I know he's her brother, and I know they are siblings. This was not a role play.
But you would not be able to tell anyway. They looked at each other as if I wasn't even in the room. They were about to do something they had done maybe a thousand times, and it showed in the way they looked at each other, and the way they spoke. They were rehearsed, serious and the most joyful I've ever imagined any partners could be.
They knew each other well.
He leaned in and buried his face between her legs. She reacted instantly, and it wasn't long before she was already screaming. It was as if there was a magic button that only he knew about, and he was pressing it repeatedly.
"Ahh! Brother, only you! Yes, ahh! My pussy is yours, Brother! Ah! Um! Uh! Y-yes! Eat --ah! --my --ah! --my pussy! Ah! Oh! Uh! Yes! I'm coming! Oh yes! Brother --Ah! --For you --I'm coming! Baby! For you! Here it is!"
She held his head tight, and was looking up with her eyes closed as she came.
I'd never seen anyone come like that, not even in porn. Her brother made her come like a master. He drank it in feverishly, running his hands all over her body as he did.
Finally, she collapsed backward onto her bed. Her brother sat up and let her legs dangle off the side of the bed. He wiped her come from his lips and turned around to face me, then sat with his back against the bed again.
"Like I said, I take care of my sister." I couldn't tell if he was threatening me, or just making a statement.
"I see that," I said, not quite thinking. David laughed.
I was still in awe, but I had the biggest erection I could ever remember having, and David could tell. I didn't know how to feel about it, or why it happened in the first place. Was it the panting, wet female or her proud, hungry male.
Why was it so hot watching this man eating his own sister's pussy? Was it his effectiveness, or was it the idea of being able to do it to one's own? I knew why, but admit it to myself. At least not yet.
Lisa was still recovering from the orgasm, and David had taken her legs and wrapped them into him, and was caressing them playfully. "My sister means the world to me. I would do anything for her. Isn't that right, Sis?"
"I would let you do anything, Brother," she breathed.
"You look like you want to say something. Spit it out."
"I don't know," I responded. "I don't want to interfere."
David laughed. "You haven't. But tell me: do you like what you see?"
He'd asked the question. Now there's no hiding it. You might not know this about me, being that I'm a storyteller, but I'm a horrible liar. It didn't take him long to figure it out.
