*** Author's notes: This is my second ever (finished) erotic story, but it was actually started before my first one, so I'm afraid the writing might still a bit rough or clumsy at times. I apologize for that, I hope I'll improve with future stories.
Also, all the characters are above 18, of course. Please enjoy and feel free to leave comments or feedback. ***
"You know," Julie started, "I bet your Dad would go f'n nuts if he knew what you're doing here."
She was right, of course. Stella knew that. Her father, a physician, had given her permission to sleep in his office on occasion, supposedly because the office was close to the business school Stella attended and she had more time to study if didn't have to commute. In truth, what she liked about the place was that it was close to a bar and a couple of clubs she frequented. And what she liked even more about the place was that she had it completely to herself from about 6 PM to 9 AM the next day, so she could invite friends for a beer or two, she could bring along guys to have hot, meaningless sex with and, as was the case tonight, she could have her best friend Julie over and smoke some weed with her.
"Oh, he'd lose his freaking mind," John agreed with Julie.
He was Stella's half-brother. Same Mom, different Dad. But he knew Stella's father, of course. And he too was right.
"Well, thankfully, he's not going to know, now is he?" Stella replied right before taking a puff from the blunt they were passing around.
"No thanks," John shook his head when she offered it to him, "I still gotta drive home."
Julie took the blunt instead of him. "Have I thanked you for driving me here, b-t-dub?" she asked him.
"I don't know," he shrugged, "It's no problem, you know that."
Stella couldn't help but smile. She had been noticing for a while that her brother was quite smitten with Julie. And she could understand why. She was outspoken, uninhibited and just plain fun to be around. And hot, of course. She was a tiny, slender girl with appropriately small breasts, but her long blonde hair and perfectly shaped tight butt, combined with her magnetic personality, were enough to drive lots of guys wild.
Guys liked Stella, too, but she could never really explain to herself why. Julie often called her Titella and, certainly, she had bigger breasts than Julie, but she didn't really like the way they looked, anyhow. She didn't really like the way anything about her looked, for that matter. She guessed that for most guys it was enough that she had a pussy and a place where they could fuck said pussy in private.
As much as Stella understood why John liked Julie, she couldn't figure out why her best friend didn't seem to have any romantic interest in him. Granted, he was Stella's brother, so she might be considered biased, but she certainly thought he was great. He was nice, considerate, responsible and above all the most wickedly smart person she had ever met. She often teased him about being an insufferable know-it-all, but a lot of the time, he really did seem to know just about everything. And, even though she didn't usually think about him that way, he was good-looking. Tall, muscular without being too bulky. And he had those haunting blue eyes, sparkling with intelligence.
"I know you don't mind driving me," Julie's voice brought Stella back to the here and now. "But it's awfully nice of you and I think... I think it's about time I thanked you properly."
Stella frowned as she watched her friend crawl over to John on all fours. The slight frown gave way to a look of wide-eyed shock when Stella realized that Julie had started to massage John's private region through his jeans.
"What are you doing, Jules?" Stella asked.
"Just showing your brother how much I appreciate him always being so nice to me," Julie purred.
"You... really... don't have to..." John attempted, but Julie just gave him a sly smile.
"Oh, but you like it. I've barely touched you and already, you're rock hard."
Inadvertently, Stella gazed at John's crotch and noticed the large bulge in his jeans. She bit her lip and tried to look away but couldn't seem to force herself to turn her head.
Julie kept massaging John through the fabric with her right hand while starting to open his pants with her left.
Stella stammered, "I'm just gonna... leave you two... alone."
Julie shot her a look. "Aren't you the least bit curious about what your big brother is packing? If he really is your BIG brother?"
Stella was dumbfounded. "I... I... what's gotten into you?"
She had seen Julie's horny side before. Watched her throw herself at guys and then disappear with them. But that was just it. She had disappeared to another room, a car, a bathroom stall. Never had she started to get it on with somebody right in front of her. Let alone Stella's brother.
"You haven't answered my question," Julie insisted. "Do you want to see your big brother's cock?"
Stella wanted to say No, but somehow, she didn't find it in herself to actually form the word. She just stared at her best friend, who started grinning. "I'm gonna take that as a Yes, Stella!"
With a quick move, Julie yanked down John's pants. Stella sat, mesmerized, staring at her brother's penis. It wasn't the biggest she had seen, but it certainly wasn't small by any means. It was well proportioned, nice and thick. And it was her brother's. The thought exploded all over Stella's conciousness. She was looking at her own brother's cock. Her big brother's big, beautiful cock.
"Mmmmh... yeah, that's nice!" Julie exclaimed before putting her mouth to use in a different way, kissing and gently licking John's shaft.
Just as Julie put the head into her mouth and started sucking, Stella's and John's eyes met. Stella turned bright red. Ashamed. So ashamed that her brother had seen her stare at his cock like that. But his eyes wore an apology, as well.
"I'm sorry, Stella..." he said, "I know you didn't wanna see this, but... it feels so damn good! I..." he trailed off and closed his eyes, seemingly fighting not to come right this instant, not wanting this unexpected experience to end.
Julie seemed to notice and gave him a small break. "You don't need to apologize, John..."
Again, she wore a wicked smile. "Trust me, your sister very much likes what sees. Here..." she took John's right hand and guided it just above Stella's beltline. "Touch her! Feel for yourself how wet your sister's pussy is!"
Stella froze. Part of her wanted to slap John's hand away, jump up and just run. But another part of her wanted to tell him, beg him, to do what Julie said. To touch her. Feel her. She looked into his eyes, his intensely blue eyes, pleading. Pleading for him to touch her or pleading for him not to. She didn't know. And John didn't seem to know what to do either.
It was Julie who made the decision for them, shoving John's hand underneath his sister's jeans. A moan escaped Stella's lips. The fabric of her panties was still between her and John's hand, but she could feel him. Feel her brother's fingers against her pussy. Her pussy which, just like Julie had suspected, was wet. Soaking wet. Stella felt the world, everything around her, fade into nothingness. All that was left was her brother's hand. And her lust.
- - - - -
Her pussy. John stared at his own hand incredulously. He was touching his little sister's pussy. Granted, her panties were in the way, but still. He was touching her. He felt her. Felt how incredibly wet she was. Soaking wet.
"Told ya!" Julie said triumphantly, "Looking at your dick made your sister all wet and horny!"
Her words rang in John's head while she went back to sucking on his dick. Could it be? Could Stella be aroused by him? He looked at his sister, lovingly. She was so beautiful. He knew from comments she had made that she didn't think so herself, but to him, she was perfection. Her full lips, her relatively round, friendly face, her wonderfully shaped breasts, her flat belly and most of all the most perfect butt John could possibly conceive of.
So often, he had fantasized about her. About touching her. Touching her like he actually was right at this moment. He moved his fingers underneath Stella's pants, exploring her most private of parts. When he found her clit and gently started rubbing it trough the thin fabric of her panties, Stella again let out a moan. Louder this time. The most erotic sound John had ever heard in his life.
His sister's moan. Her beautiful face, her wet pussy, her clit... and, not to forget, Julie expertly sucking his dick. It was too much. John exploded. He shot a big load of cum into Julie's mouth and some more onto the floor after she'd pulled away from him.
"Well, look at that..." Julie chuckled while letting some of John's cum drip out of her mouth and into her cupped hand, "She's turned on by your dick, you're just as turned on by her pussy... you guys clearly have a lot more sexual tension between you than a brother and sister should have."
John, suddenly ashamed, pulled his hand out of Stella's pants. "No, I just..." he started, but he couldn't really think of anything to refute Julie's point. She was right. There was sexual tension. At least from his side. He had been fantasizing about his little sister for years.
"But hey, I ain't judgin'..." Julie reassured them, "In fact, I wanna help you get rid of it."
John had to collect himself. "You... uhm... I'm sorry... what?"
Julie ignored his question. She was clearly having fun. "Since you already came, John, I think it's only fair that you help Stella have an orgasm as well. Stell, why don't you drop your pants and panties, so we can get to it?"
Stella had been remarkably quiet. John couldn't quite place the look his sister shot him.
