Part 6 - In which brother Andrew learns of his sister reciprocates his desires to fuck her. Plans are made.
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Andrew had been on dates before in his life. But he'd never been on a date with his sister, and that's what this felt like. He took Laura's proffered seat on the bed in her room later that night and passed her a beer. Some comedy show was on the TV, but it really just provided background noise for them to talk.
Six beers in, things got interesting. Laura weighed much less than his muscular two-oh-five frame, and the alcohol was hitting her hard. She danced around the room, laughing as she finished telling a story of one of her late night escapades with her friends.
"This is so much fun, Drew! We should do this again. We never really talk."
"Sure," he agreed, watching her tits bounce and her flat stomach flash as her arms raised above her head taking the bottom hem of her shirt up too. He swallowed over a knot in his throat and surreptitiously took another sip of his beer as he watched her.
"I broke up with my boyfriend, you know."
That surprised him. She'd been with Jake the Asshole for over a year now. The guy was a dirt bag who treated her like shit, but Laura had always kept by him. One thing she was, as all Hamilton's were, was loyal.
"Good to hear," he said.
She laughed and smiled at him, one rosy cheek dimpling. "You would say that. You never liked him."
"Yeah, well, I told you he was a piece of shit."
"If only I had seen that side of him." She climbed up onto the bed, getting close. There was a predatory glint in her cunning gaze. "Do you know what side of him I liked the most?"
If a woman's whisper could spell danger, then hers certainly did.
He shook his head no, and she fell back onto the bed, mimicking sex while thrusting her hips into the air. Yeah, he was paying close attention. So was his dick.
Andrew bit his bottom lip to keep from reaching for his sister's smooth, muscled thigh. It looked positively scrumptious—and that wasn't a word he used often.
"He good in bed?" he found himself asking.
"More like... I was good in bed, he just provided the dick I needed to come." Her crooked smile enticed him to flirt back, but he was sitting in uncharted territory right now and wasn't about to make any sudden movements.
"That all you need?"
She shrugged but avoided answering the question. "What do you like in bed? I know you've fucked all kinds of girls. Being Mr. Football Player gets free pussy."
"Not free so much as easy," he corrected.
She laughed out loud and rolled onto her stomach. He studied the globes of her tight ass in those cut-off jean shorts and felt his mouth water. A swig of brewksi helped to cool his libido... somewhat.
Who was he kidding? His cock was rock hard and if she glanced down at his zipper she'd see his bulge. Wouldn't that be a hell of a story to try to explain to dear little sis?
"So, what do you like?" she asked, rolling on her side to face him. Her foot crept close to the outside of his thigh. He held his breath as her little toes came closer and closer. She seemed to be gauging his reaction. When he didn't make a move, her toes slid forward and stroked the outside of his thigh with the barest of caresses.
He released a pent-up breath and so did she.
Dangerous territory, Drew, he told himself.
"I like..." fantasies about fucking you. But he couldn't say that. So, he told half-truths instead. "Doggy style, missionary, head, anal---
"You've done anal?" She shot upright, her lips parted.
"Y-yeah, I have." The previous 'love of his life' had enjoyed it up the ass more than vaginal sex. She always come if he fucked her ass and rather loudly at that. He hadn't minded, naturally.
"I've always wanted to try anal, but Jake never wanted to."
Andrew did a double-take. "You wanted to but he didn't?"
