The Apartment

Disclaimer

All characters in this work are completely fictional; any resemblance to real people is completely coincidental; each character is at least 18 years old or older.

This is Part 2. I recommend reading Part 1 first if you haven't already. Part 3 will be uploaded soon.

Thanks for reading.

My sister's promiscuousness:

Over a week goes by. It's a Tuesday night. The beginning of the fall semester was very hot, listening to my sister fuck, watching her parade around naked everyday, and getting the chance to see her fuck live. Now the fall semester has gone a little cold. We're into October now. The days are getting shorter, nights are getting colder. Clare didn't even go out this past weekend.

But, to be honest with myself, I am becoming concerned with my sister's promiscuousness. I try to bring it up with her during a weeknight dinner.

Although, I told her I wouldn't get in her way as a roommate. I can try to play this from a concerned brother angle, but she did tell me that she wouldn't change anything about her lifestyle, even if I am her brother. I have to be careful here.

About halfway through our dinner the conversation dies. This is my opportunity. "Clare...," I say, sitting up straight, looking right at her.

She looks up from her plate, still chewing her food. "Hmm?" she hums.

"You don't seem to see the same guy more than once. Wouldn't you rather have a steady boyfriend?" I ask.

She nods, sits up, and covers her mouth while she finishes chewing. "I would like to have a steady boyfriend," she says, "but I'm a horny slut on top of being a busy college girl. I don't have time for a steady relationship right now. I'll get one after graduation. For now, the current situation is a suitable solution."

Her words make my cock stiffen a little. My big sister is a horny slut and she knows it...and I love it. I can think more about that later, back to the matter at hand.

"But Clare, you know what they say about having multiple sex partners. What about a friend with benefits?"

"I've thought about starting a friends with benefits situation, but I just can't seem to find the right guy for that," she says. "Some of them are too aggressive or too vanilla. Most of the guys I've met aren't even that good. The guy from last week was good, but he was too eager and it was over too quickly. And what the hell didn't he stick around for, you know? What's the rush? We could've done that all over again. No girl wants it to be over in 10 minutes." She goes back for another bite of food.

I just sit there, absorbing the information. She is being so open with me about her sex life and sexual preferences.

Clarice continues. "Besides, I'm on the pill and I get checked for STDs quarterly," she says reassuringly. That is genuinely good information to know. I do feel reassured. "And it's not like I'm picking up total strangers. I get a lot of recommendations from my friends."

So, Clarice and her friends are just sharing guys, huh? I can't lie, that is really hot.

I'm about to go for another bite of food when Clarice adds matter-of-factly, "Anyways, you know how it is if you go too long without sex." She looks down at her plate and continues eating, expecting I know what she means.

"I know how it is all too well," I respond, going in for my food as well. I am trying to sound ambiguous, but my word choice and expression gives me away.

"Wait!" Clarice eyes me. Her eyes move over my face. Then, she looks shocked. "Really?? No way!" Clarice says wide-eyed. She figured it out. "I was the first girl you saw naked?!"

Oh, I guess there's that too. Technically, this should be an awkward revelation for the both of us, but who are we kidding?

"That is what that means, yes," I say, blushing, avoiding eye contact.

"Oh, shit, Jake. I didn't know that! Damn," she stares at the table pensively for a moment. I look down at my food. "Here I am, telling you it's time to act like an adult in this apartment, and you haven't even had the most fundamental adult experience yet," she huffs. She looks at me, puts her hands in her lap, and leans forward. "Do you want to feel my boobs?" she asks. She sounds reluctant.

"What?" I ask with shock, looking up. My cock responds to her words, and her eyes. They're piercing me. I can't quite place her expression. Almost like a silent pleading, asking, maybe even begging. The situation makes me anxious, but her expression makes me eager.

"Well, who would I be to parade around the apartment naked and not let you touch the first pair of tits you've seen in person? I don't think that's very fair. That must have been tormenting you all this time."

I look at her chest, "Yeah, uh," I gaze in her eyes, "but you're my sister," I say sheepishly. I can feel my heart pounding. I would like to touch her tits very much indeed, but I can't let her know that explicitly. "Wouldn't that be weird?"

"You literally licked my tits, like, two weeks ago."

"You told me to!"

"Hey, tits are tits, sister or not," she shrugs. "I'm sure the little guy in your pants can't tell the difference."

Oh, he can tell. In fact, he has a preference.

I hesitate on a response. I just blankly stare at the table between us.

"Plus, I didn't go out this past weekend because I have three exams this week that I need to focus on. I could really go for a nice, relaxing tit massage," she explains. "So, it'll be just as good for me as it will be for you," she says playfully.

I stare at her clothed chest silently for a moment, asking myself if this is really happening.

"It's a real offer, Jake." It's like she can read my mind. "It's the least I can do. What do you say?" To increase her persuasiveness, Clarice straightens her arms and brings her elbows together to make her chest really pop under her light sweater.

Letting her brother feel her up because she's been "tormenting" him for weeks with her sexy, naked form is the least she can do? What kind of world am I living in?

I take a deep breath, and let it out. "Sure. Okay. Let's do it."

"What's that? I didn't hear you."

Does she want me to be more confident with this? I was pretty sure I was loud enough the first time. "Yeah, let's do it," I say, more loudly and with more confidence.

"Hmm, not quite the answer I am looking for," she shakes her head and returns to a resting face, looking at me.

I hit back with, "Yes, thank you, that would be very awesome..." I don't sense a change in her expression. "...ma'am?" I add, quizzically.

"No!" She laughs at me. "Try saying, 'you would like to feel my tits.'"

Does she know how much I quietly lust for her? Is this her way of forcing my admission? No way. She wouldn't go for that. For her, this is about a boy becoming a man, feeling the first pair of tits he's seen in person, sister or not.

I put my hands in my lap and lean forward slightly, mirroring her. "Yes, I would like to feel your tits, Clarice." I say it calmly, confidently, honestly, while looking deep into her eyes.

She gestures for me to hold her hands on the table. I do so. She smiles warmly at me and says, "Okay. Put our plates in the sink and meet me on the couch."

Feeling my sister's tits:

We stand up together. As I grab the plates and start walking to the kitchen sink, Clarice pulls her sweater over her head to reveal her bra and starts walking to the sofa. When I turn around again, she is on the other side of the sofa, topless, thumbs hooked into the waist of her sweat pants. As I walk over, she removes the pants and her panties in one motion, then sits down.

The offer was to only let me feel her breasts, right? I don't know what removing her pants is for but I won't be complaining.

Clarice notices the confusion on my face as I sit down on her right. "Oh, my pants?" She shrugs. "I just feel more comfortable like this." Sounds about right.

We're each turned to face each other, inner knees almost touching. Clarice is sitting up straight, so I mirror her. She gives me a polite smile and says, in a quiet voice, "Are you ready?"

As ready as I'll ever be. I am on the verge of having an experience I only dreamed of, and my sister is not only a willing participant, she's the instigator. I am quite nervous, but I want this so badly. I think my sister can sense my conflict. I am silent. My eyes dart between her magnificent breasts and her beautiful eyes. My hands remain on my knees.

She calmly puts her right hand on my left hand. I close my eyes and exhale a breath I didn't realize I was holding. My body betrays my desperate act of confidence. "Here, sit over in the recliner," she says and gets up from the sofa, holding out her hand to help me up.

I do as she says. I sink into the seat. Once I'm comfortable, she turns around and sits down on my lap. What a great ass. She leans over to the right to grab the lever. "Ready?" She pulls the lever and leans back. I can feel her weight against me and the warmth from her naked, flawless body. We stop reclining at about 45 degrees. She gets comfortable on top of me. Her back rests on my chest and her head rests on my left shoulder. Her legs straddle my thighs. She turns her head towards me, circles her right arm around and gently holds the back of my head. I turn to face her. Her gaze moves over my lips, up to my eyes, inches away. "Feel them," she demands with a seductive breath.

I look down. I can see past her shoulder, to the full mounds of her tits, across her smooth stomach, then down to her thighs and the smooth mound of her pubic bone in the middle. My hands start on the armrests. I bring them in to lightly hold her waist. My adrenaline surges. I watch my hands gently trail my fingers upwards and inwards. Clarice hasn't stopped looking up at me. Can she feel how fast my heart is beating? My forefingers and thumbs, spread wide, reach the underside of each boob. Now that I'm right here, I don't hold back. I grab the underside of each breast and lift them. I inhale sharply. As I lift, my hands glide upwards until I am palming as much of her tits in my hands as I can and I squeeze. I exhale slowly.

I look at Clarice. Her eyes are closed. I continue to lift, squeeze, and knead her breasts like fragile dough, overflowing in my hands. Her nipples are hard under my palms. She bites her bottom lip.

Clarice's reaction gives me renewed confidence. I focus on her nipples. Intermittently, between all the squeezing, I circle them, glide my fingers over them, lightly pinch them with my forefinger and thumb. Clarice is no longer biting her lip. Her eyes are shut tight.

I run my hands all over her chest. Around the outer bulges of her tits, over the tops, up to her neck, trail my fingers down her sternum between them, along the underside of her breasts, up to squeeze and knead again. I pinch her nipples once more. Clarice faces forward. Her breathing is heavier now.

My cock responds to my sister's reactions, stiffening in my sweatpants. I'm sure she'll be able to feel that in a moment.

I run my hands around her breasts again and again, this time going all the way down to her stomach and back up again. I leave my right hand on her stomach and bring my left up to her breasts. I rub them around their respective regions now. My left hand has free reign over both breasts, as far as it can reach. My right hand circles her bellybutton. With each circle I inch my right hand lower and lower below her bellybutton, towards her pussy. Her right hand grips the hair on the back of my head, her left grips the arm rest, as she squirms on my lap. My cock is at full strength, pulsing under her ass.

I believe Clarice is enjoying this, but I don't know how far she is okay with me going right now. After all, this experience was only about touching her boobs. She's only being a polite big sister in this situation, right? I still have to treat her that way. It takes all of my willpower to slowly bring my hands to a stop, but I leave them on her stomach and chest. Clarice relaxes and looks at me again. Her grip on my hair loosens and she turns my head to look at her. I am caught by surprise as she brings her mouth up to meet mine. Her lips are soft. I gently kiss her back. It feels natural. She holds the kiss for a moment before pulling back and letting go.

"What was that for?" I ask, looking in her eyes.

"Just putting punctuation on the occasion of a job well done," she says, smiling.

She sits up, still straddling my thighs as best she can. I drop my arms onto the armrests again. It's a great view of her hourglass shape and her bare ass on my lap. My cock is nestled right under her pussy now. Holding onto my left knee, she reaches her right hand up and shakes out her blonde hair over the smooth skin of her back. Clarice gives a satisfied sigh. The movement shakes her whole body, briefly grinding her hips on my cock. With Clarice being naked this close to me, literally on top of me, I desire to reach out and caress her curves, but I keep my hands by my sides.

Her arm comes down and she looks over her right shoulder at me. I get a good view of sideboob to complement the view of her ass. She says matter-of-factly, "That was really good. You're a natural, Jake."

"Thanks. I'm glad you think so," I say awkwardly, nodding. I'm glad to receive the compliment, but I don't know what is the proper response for your sister telling you that you have sexual talent. Gazing over the skin of her back to avoid eye contact, I add, "It was good for me too."

"Oh, I know," she says. Glancing downward, she wiggles her ass on my covered hard-on, emphasizing the sensation of my cock nestled against her pussy.

I blush at her awareness of my straining erection.

She twists a little extra and reaches her right hand back to ruffle my hair. "It's fine. I knew the little guy wouldn't be able to tell the difference."

We return the recliner to its upright position. Clarice stands up. I swear she rubs her pussy along my cock one more time in the process. She picks up her clothes and brings them to her room. I fix my hair.

The front of my sweats are moist. Fuck! My sexy big sister was really getting wet on my lap.

She comes back into the living room holding a folded blanket, still naked. She plops the blanket on the sofa from behind it and leans over the back. Her boobs hang freely from her chest. "I'm having some ice cream. Do you want some?"

We share a pint of ice cream on the sofa while watching TV. Her legs are under the blanket, breasts on display the whole time. It's a nice feeling, sitting here after what we just did, being able to mutually enjoy that time together and go back to being brother and sister. We call it a night earlier than usual.

Alone in my room, I stroke my cock, replaying the events that happened tonight. I can't believe she let me do that, it was so hot. She even enjoyed it! I wonder if she'll let me do that again since I did such a good job.

As I'm jerking off, I hear faint wimpers coming from my sister's room next door. Is she also masturbating to the memory of what happened tonight? The wimpers get louder and more urgent. I must've gotten her worked up real good. I stroke faster, listening intently. When my sister quietly cries out her release, I shoot a huge load into a tissue. Fucking hell!

Sister wants to see my cock:

The rest of the week continues as normal. Clarice goes out on Friday night, releasing her pent-up energy from the week. On Saturday morning, I am sitting at the breakfast table as usual. Clarice comes out of her bedroom at 9:30 a.m., right on schedule. I pause to watch her walk across the apartment in all her well-fucked glory, on her way to take a shower in the bathroom. I continue eating, then Clarice opens the bathroom door and calls me over. She tells me to come in.

She's standing there, naked, facing me. Left hand on the vanity, right hand on her hip. "Do you want to take a shower with me?" she asks, nonchalantly.

That's only one of the best offers I've ever heard, but I have to play it cool. I stare at her tits, then look at her face. I point out of the bathroom doorway with my thumb. "I was just eating breakfast, so...," I trail off.

"That's fine. You can finish it afterwards," she counters.

"But I'm eating cereal," I rebut.

She walks past me and peeks out the doorway. "No, you aren't." Now she stands between myself and the doorway.

Damn, I didn't think she'd look. "Well, you will have to see me naked," I assert.

"Why can't I see you naked?" she argues.

"Do you want to see me naked?" I ask. Might she actually want to? She does have a point, though. Why can't she see me naked? I see her naked. She's naked right now.

"Well, I wouldn't ask you to get in the shower with your clothes on," she points out.

Another good point, but it's an obvious misdirection. I cross my arms. "What aren't you telling me?"

"Alright, you caught me. I've been thinking," she explains. "I know lots of girls, maybe I could get one to help you out, you know, in the bedroom. I know for sure some would be more willing than others, but they have size preferences," she shrugs. "You're a good looking guy but that's not always enough of a selling point for something like this. I just wanted to get a peek at the goods to know what you're working with, it'll help me figure out who I should go to."

Aww. My big sister wants to help me get laid. That's kind of sweet. Damn, if only she was on the list of available options.

I shake my head. "I'm flattered, really, but you don't have to do that. I'd feel funny if you set me up with someone just for sex."

"Are you sure? You don't know what you're missing out on. Some of these girls can give you quite an experience," she says.

Is she speaking from experience on that?

In truth, it would be weird for me. Since I've fallen in love with my sister, the idea of sex has become something special, and I believe there's value in commitment to one partner. It's a long shot to have Clarice be that partner, but I can settle someday if I have to. I don't think I can be the kind of guy that has a bunch of one-night stands, so I don't want to start with one. Plus, some of these friends sound kind of shallow and I'm not wasting my time with shallow women.

"Yeah, I'm sure," I affirm.

"Alright," she shrugs. "Well, let me know if you change your mind. Something can always be worked out."

"I appreciate your honesty, though," I say as I go in for a hug. Her tits mash into my chest.

"Of course."

I give her a polite smile as I attempt to scoot past her to leave the bathroom.

"Wait, where are you going?" she asks.

"To eat my breakfast," I remind her, pointing over her shoulder.

"Do you not want to take a shower with me?"

"You actually want me to?"

"Why not? It's nice showering with another person. Meghan and I would take showers together all the time when she lived here."

I stare at her naked form, trying to ponder the prospect of soaping up my sister's sexy body. My heart begins to beat faster. My blood surges. My cock hardens in my sweats.

Clarice notices the new bulge in pants. She crosses her legs, laces her fingers over her pubic mound, uses her elbows to squeeze her breasts together, making them pop, and she bats her eyelashes at me. "Pwitty pwease?" she asks.

My eyes are locked on her chest. I'm entranced. "Uh, yeah, why not?" I repeat her words. I think she's aware of her effect on me.

She shoots me a toothy smile. "You won't regret it."

Showering with my sister:

I take my shirt off as she starts the water. I take off my shorts and socks as she gets out another towel for me. She turns to me again. I'm only wearing boxers.

I blow out a deep breath, mentally hyping myself. "Okay..." I shuck my boxers and step out of them. Clarice avoids watching me. At the moment, my cock is half erect, girthy but not yet rigid. I stand with my hands on my hips.