Chapter 1: Leslie
Part 3
The week that followed Leslie and I's illicit experience was awkward, to say the least. From that Saturday evening to the next Friday I saw my sister all of four times. Each time she hurriedly escaped the room that we were sharing. I never once made eye contact with her, not because of guilt however, but because I couldn't stop staring at her curvaceous body. Now that I knew what she hid underneath her clothes she was all I thought about. I ceased contact with every girl I had been chasing and I jerked off more than I would like to admit. I replayed the evening in my head over and over. I imagined what it would be like to have her mouth on my cock and what her sweet, soft, plump pussy would feel like stretching around me. I knew I needed more, but I needed to do it differently this time. I needed her to want to come to me next time.
Friday morning came, our mom was due to arrive the following day so this was my last chance. I awoke and carried out my usual routine of working out, showering and eating. Leslie was out of the house, avoiding me no doubt. I had concocted my plan, Leslie went out just about every Friday and she would always shower before she left. I would take advantage of the time before she was dressed- just as last time- to make my move. I remained in my room most of the day, frequently ogling the pictures I had of her, doing my best to resist jerking off. I didn't need to last long tonight. I just needed to get my tongue right where it counts.
Fate seemed to be on my side. On cue I heard Leslie arrive home and head straight to her room. Moments later she left her room for the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on. After I heard the water I went to her room, wearing only my boxers and sat on her bed. While I waited I imagined what she would look like in the shower. Warm water flowing over her gorgeous, plump body. Washing over her tits the way my cum had. Running down her beautiful belly and over her smooth pussy. I imagined myself behind her, cock sliding between her large ass cheeks, soaping her huge tits. Her kneeling before me with a bar of soap, lathering my massive member and playing with my swollen balls until I blew my load into her mouth and all over her face. I was pulled from my fantasies as I heard the shower turn off. All of my dirty thoughts had caused my cock to grow within my boxers to the point of pain. I needed release, but I was kept calm by the knowledge that I would soon have it.
Leslie walked into the room, hair still dripping slightly, moisture evident upon the skin not covered by her towel. She looked at me and jumped slightly, surprised by my presence. Her eyes went to mine, then to the very evident bulge in my boxers, then back. She glared at me, knowing I would surely ask something of her again.
"God dammit Jake we are not doing this again! Get the fuck out!"
"Look Leslie, I swear this will be the last thing I ever ask from you okay? It's just..." I looked down, feigning shame. "It's just I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. Day and night you're on my mind. You're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. Just do me one final favor and I'll never bother you again, I swear." I lifted my head to look in her eyes, crocodile years in mine and a confusing array of emotions in hers.
She stepped toward me, with purpose. She now felt she was in control, just as I wanted. "You promise? Never again will you act like a sick little fuck around me?"
"I promise." I forced my voice to sound choked up, as if I was fighting back crying.
"Promise me one more thing then."
"Anything."
"You'll delete all the pictures."
"I will."
She seemed please with herself. She felt she had out maneuvered me and I was happy to let her think this. I was being honest when I said I would never ask her again. If everything went according to plan, I wouldn't have to.
She dropped her towel to the floor and at the sight my cock grew even harder. Her areola were already tightened and her small nipples erect. A thin layer of moisture set across her entire body, causing her belly and tits to glisten. The view was heavenly. She walked to her nightstand and I got to see what she looked like from the side. Her tits jutted out from her body a great deal, her belly sat out a bit less. Her back curved inwards from the shoulder blades to her waist, making her ass appear to pop out even further. Every part of her body jiggled while she walked.
As she was about to pick up her lotion I stopped her. "We won't be needing that tonight." She gave me a puzzled look. "Tonight I don't want your tits. I want your mouth."
She hesitated for a moment, frozen in place, one hand reaching for the lotion, slightly bent over causing her tits to dangle a couple inches from her body. I wanted her tits almost more than anything. But tonight wasn't going to be about my pleasure, it was about hers. As the moments stretched on without anyone speaking I decided to make the first move. I pulled my boxers to my ankles and threw them on the floor, releasing my huge cock as it sprung to attention already hard. Her eyes widened as if she were seeing it for the first time.
"I can't fit that thing in my mouth." She didn't sound angry, just matter-of-fact.
"I'm sure you can do more than you think, just give it a try."
She moved to kneel before me very slowly, never taking her eyes off the huge cock popping up from my pelvis. She looked at it as if she were in a daze, entranced by it. As she knelt she slowly moved her head closer, I grabbed the base and placed the head right before her lips. She looked at me right in the eyes. Her's were glazed over with lust once again. As our eyes were locked together she opened her mouth and pressed her tongue against the underside of my cock head. She placed both of her hands around my shaft and I let go. She broke off eye contact and licked from the base, right above the balls, to the very tip, flicking her tongue around my small hole. She did this several times, providing more spit and licking new areas. She placed her lips right at the head and spit, grabbing the spit with her hands and stroking my entire length. My cock now glistened with her saliva. She squeezed tight, just before the point of pain and slowly moved her hands up and down. It felt like I was caught in a warm, wet, soft vice. As she stroked, her whole body moved, her tits brushing against my thighs. I wanted to feel them so badly but I knew I had to hold back.
"Jake," her voice sounded as if she were trying to seduce me, "I really don't think this monster is going to fit in my mouth."