Dylan and Alyssa Scene 02: The First Time
Dylan needed this. He needed to feel this connection with someone, and he had no other choice. It wasn't that he wasn't good looking, he was - even he knew that. All the college girls practically dropped their panties at his sideways glance towards them. He stared at the face in the bathroom mirror. He had tired eyes, and lots of pain behind them. His sister, Alyssa was asking for him...asking for unspeakable sins, and he could do nothing but comply. He loved her as a sister, but lusted after her like a lover. She knew the guys she had been with - mostly brainless jocks that the only chance they could get laid was from Alyssa or roofies, but he also knew that his sister was smart. She had to be to plan all of this out - their parents not home, the fireplace going on full blast in his bedroom to warm this cold, dark house during the snowstorm outside.
He heard a rustle from behind the bathroom door. She was there - in his bedroom. In his bed. He looked at the time. Eleven thirty. Right on time. He looked down at himself. His bare chest, abs, and down at his black boxers. Dammit, he should have worn the silk ones. Too late now. He reached for the door handle and turned.
Alyssa was lying on her side, her red silk nightgown (if you could call it that) was on the floor beside the bed. She stared at her brother with a smirk on her face. She laid back on the bed, completely bare, and a feast for Dylan's eyes. She closed her own and grinned as she heard her brother's sharp intake of breath. She figured his eyes were roaming her lithe body, and she could imagine his heart beating faster against his chest as he stared at her breasts, her hips, her pussy...
She opened her eyes lazily, and smiled a not-so-innocent smile at Dylan. She was right - he was staring at what was between her thighs. She motioned for him to come closer with one finger and he obeyed immediately, almost in a trance.
"What's wrong, big brother?" She said softly. "Never seen a nice, pink pussy before?"
Of course he had. He was 20. He had seen porn before. Hell, he jerked off to it quite a bit while high on his Xanax.
His hands trembled and she smiled wider, running her fingers through her long, blonde hair.
He wanted to touch her. That's all he could think of. Her soft, bare skin against his hands...
The thought was enough to make him shiver.
This is so wrong, dude. That was the only thought that was in Dylan's brain, for he was thinking more with his little head at the moment.
He realized he was staring at the bare, pinkness that was Alyssa's pussy for a little longer than he intended.
"What do you want to do to me?" She asked her brother, causing his eyes to meet hers.
"Everything." He responded, his voice hoarse with need.
"Good answer," Alyssa said, sliding her hand from her hair, to her shoulders, her breasts, stomach, hips...
