Tim smiled to himself thinking he was pretty sly as he made his way up the stairs. He went straight to Carly's room, shifting the beers into one hand as he opened the door slowly. He hesitated a moment and could only see that the room was dimly lit. He sucked in a breath before pushing the door open and slipping inside.
He leaned against the wall before silently closing the door. His eyes skimmed the room that was lit only by a small lap by the bed. Where did she get to? He asked himself. Then he saw a lump of red curled up on the bed. He couldn't help but smile as he sauntered over to the bed.
He stood over her, she'd passed out across Carly's bed, poor girl. Her first party and she was up here all alone. He threw back his beer and placed the one he'd gotten for her on the nightstand before shifting her to lie correctly on the bed. She snuggled a little but didn't wake up. Tim didn't chance breathing a sigh of relief. He curled up next to her, her back pressed against his chest he wrapped his arms around her. He could feel her instantaneously mold herself against him. Damn she was a perfect fit. He bent his legs to fit under hers and held her.
Tim couldn't just hold her like this he needed more. He let his hand slide up her side, feeling every curve through the red clinging fabric. Finally stopping resting his hand on her hip. He held his breath thinking he heard her breathing change.
He let his hand rest ever so lightly on her hip, waiting.
When he thought the coast was clear he caressed her again this time a little more firmly. This time he let his hand dip down and caress her stomach. He leaned up on one arm trying to watch her face as he brought his hand up to just under her breast.
The beers he had drank were kicking in and he skimmed his hand over her breast. She arched her back pressing against him, she was still passed out but her instincts were kicking in. Tim began to squeeze her 38 C breasts.
Sandy rolled on to her back groggily and moaned softly as Matt, well who she though was Matt, groped her. The hands on her breasts stopped, she hadn't opened her eyes yet. "Don't stop." She said softly but she could feel the hands hesitate.
She reached her own hands up to his face and pulled it down to meet hers. She kept her eyes closed as she kissed him. Their lips met, and she opened her mouth to him and slipped her tongue inside his mouth. Then he took over with a renewed urgency.
She leaned back on to the bed as he kissed her. She found her hands unbuttoning his shirt. Tim took her hint and reached behind her neck and untied her halter-top. He lowered his head and began placing kisses on her neck and collarbone as he peeled the dress from her breasts.
Sandy ripped the shirt off of him just as she realized her breasts had been freed. She gasped as his hands took her breasts and began to massage them. She found herself spreading her legs as he climbed on top of her and pressed his thigh against her hot spot.
She yelped softly with pleasure and groggily opened her eyes. It took a moment for them to adjust to the soft light of the room. He thumbed her nipples causing her to close and open her eyes as her head rolled back and forth. Finally she gazed up and recognized her lover.
"Timmy?" she asked in a soft whisper. His hands froze on her breasts. Tim hesitated a moment, hoping he hadn't heard right. He looked up from her breasts as he pulled his hands away, and met her eyes. They were still half closed, not as accusing and hateful as he had expected them to be.
Sandy felt a twinge of longing as her brother's hands left her full 38Cs. Before she knew what she was doing she grabbed his big masculine hands and pulled them back to herself and pressed them against her tits. "Don't stop." She half moaned half whispered holding him to her. They locked eyes and she longed for him to touch her like he had just moments ago.
Suddenly she saw the left corner of his mouth pull up into a smirk as he began to massage her again. She let her hands fall from him, letting him take control again. She reached between them and began to unbutton his kakis. Her hands were quick with the zipper.
"Damn," Tim said, "I'm impressed.", as his pants were eased by her hands. She looked down to see a trail of light hair disappearing under the waistband of his boxers. Tim was not about to let his kid sister, by 20 minuets, take control of him. He leaned down and began to kiss her neck. He made a trail from her neck to her right breast, kissing and licking and nibbling his way down. She couldn't stop herself from grabbing his head and pressing it lightly to herself. Running her fingers through his hair as he took her nipple in her mouth.
She couldn't help but moan in sheer pleasure. She'd never felt anything like it before. That sound only made him more eager. He moved to her other breast sucking more feverishly. While his hands ran up and down her inner thighs and up her skirt. He let her fingertips caress up her thigh. He felt her inhaled deeply every time he got anywhere close to her creamy wet center. He moved his hands out from her skirt and pulled it off her in one swift movement. He also took the opportunity to remove his own pants, but kept his boxers on.
