Dreams of My Sister Ch. 01
It was late by the time Rusty made it back to school. After beating Westfield on a hostile field by a touchdown the bus ride home following the victory was a great one. The only thing that would've made it better was if the cheerleaders could ride the same bus. Instead they followed in another. He was deeply in love with one of them.
And keeping those feelings hidden had been one of the worst frustrations of his life. To see her each and every day and not be able to share his feelings with her was horrific for him and emotionally damaging on so many levels. If not for this powerful attraction he could've had his pick of women.
At almost twenty years old Rusty was a man. His father held him back a grade to give him a better chance at winning a football scholarship, which would be his only chance of getting a college education. His eighteen year-old sister Wendy was also a senior. It seemed strange that he was almost two years older yet they still attended the same grade.
He'd grown into a tall and handsome frame with curly, rust-colored hair. He hadn't started out that way, though. In grade school he was shorter and scrawny, but an interest in sports changed all of that over the years. Now he was decidedly the most imposing figure at the school, and was the first-string varsity quarterback.
Girls vied for his affections, something that Rusty indulged in from time to time despite his undying love for Wendy. He knew nothing would ever come from it and tried to quiet his loneliness. At eighteen he gave in to desire and began dating Barbie, a luscious brunette and his first lover. That relationship turned into an intermittent affair that still continued, off and on, ending whenever she began pressuring him to commit, and restarting when her insatiable sexual needs resurfaced.
If not for Barbie, Rusty would likely still be a virgin. Her dogged pursuit is what finally got him to engage in sex in the first place. Otherwise he would've patiently waited, hoping that somehow, some way Wendy would learn of his affections and give in to their passion. Except that she had no idea how he felt, and likely never would.
As he stepped off the bus and headed for his car he saw Barbie waiting, leaning back against the driver's door looking so gorgeous... and available. He knew exactly what she wanted, too. After nearly two weeks following their last argument she was back and wanted to be with him sexually.
She was dressed in a tiny skirt showing off those long, tanned, shapely legs. She also wore the skimpiest of tops that left her flat belly and cute belly-button exposed. And it was tight, hugging her perky hand-sized tits, revealing the size and shape of those gorgeous jugs that he immediately wanted to suck on.
Rusty tried not to show his excitement and languidly offered, "Hey, what's up?"
Her smile disappeared. "I thought you'd be happier after winning the game."
"It's late and I'm tired," he responded. And thinking about fucking my sister's hot body, not yours.
"I thought you might like to celebrate in private," she offered, a hopeful grin replacing the frown. "Could you at least give me a ride home?"
He nodded. "Sure thing."
After unlocking the driver's door she pulled it open and scampered inside. She waited for him to get in and settle down behind the wheel before pouncing, wrapping both arms around his neck while anxiously pressing her mouth against his. As they kissed he felt Barbie rubbing her covered tits against his chest suggestively.
Rusty tried to imagine it was Wendy who was greeting him so lovingly. Their physical features were similar, which he just at that moment realized why he may have allowed Barbie to seduce him in the first place. If he couldn't have Wendy, why not settle for a close second? The more he thought of his incredibly sexy, raven-haired sister, the larger his cock grew.
His hands eagerly slid beneath Barbie's half-top and gripped her firm, perky boobs, desperately squeezing on the swells as his thumbs pawed at the stiff nipples. She moaned into his mouth as their passion intensified.
A loud thumping on the hood interrupted the heavy petting. Rusty reluctantly looked up to see the offensive line surrounding the front of the car.
"Go away you perverts!" the quarterback angrily cried out.
"We will if you show us her tits," the center offered.
"Yeah, show us Barbie's tits!" another joined in.
"Show us her tits! Show us her tits! Show us her tits!" the offensive line began enthusiastically chanting as they all widely grinned.
Rusty couldn't help but laugh and he looked at his sexy companion. "Show them your tits so they'll go away, would you please?"
Barbie was appalled. "What?"
"Go on, show them your tits so they'll go away," he appealed to her. "I promise you'll really enjoy what happens afterwards," he added as further enticement.
"No way!" she exclaimed, shocked that he would even suggest such a thing.
Rusty tugged the top over both breasts, exposing them, and turned her shoulders so the guys could get a good look at her bare boobs. When she tried to cover her exposed bosom with her hands, he grasped both wrists and held them away from her tits. Both nipples were big and tight with arousal, an added bonus.
After getting an eyeful of her chest they high-fived each other and loudly roared before finally going away.
"You jackass!" she loudly complained.
He peeled his own shirt off, revealing his muscled arms and chest before matter-of-factly asking, "Are you going to bitch at me or fuck me?
Rusty didn't give her time to answer, instead pulling the skimpy top off over her head so he had complete access to those cute tits. He leaned down and hungrily sucked a nipple between his lips and began anxiously licking on the hardened tip. Barbie began squealing with delight as the intimate contact quickly warmed her loins with arousal.
After suckling on one nipple, Rusty shifted his attention to the other. While devouring the second nub his right hand dipped between her thighs. moved under the front of the short skirt, and started rubbing on her panty-clad cunt. He could feel the building heat and wetness as humid warmth emanated from within.
Barbie's hands coiled around his shoulders and caressed his back. She moaned and shuddered in growing delight.
"You can be such an asshole sometimes," her whispered complaints continued.
"And you can be a real bitch," he countered, his lips pulling off her tit briefly before once more drawing the swollen nipple back inside.
She continued, "I don't know why I let you treat me like this."
Her body jerked and she winced as his eager suckling got too rough. Wanting more his mouth abandoned her chest and moved in for a kiss. Barbie was ready and met his eager lips with hers, extended tongues entwining in a deep kiss.
His left hand grasped her right boob and anxiously fondled the warm mound. The fingers of his right hand pushed the crotch of her panties to one side and several fingers dipped into her hot, juicy slit, exploring the lush canyon. He quickly found her clit and began feverishly rubbing on the enlarged nub.
"Oh yeah, don't stop," she urgently groaned, momentarily halting the kissing which resumed immediately afterwards.
The action was heated, the embrace passionate. The sounds of mouths meeting, tongues excitedly entwining, was evident. Breathless moans and groans intermittently mixed in.
The kissing became intense as tongues crazily swirled around one another. Rusty stroked her clit faster and harder, feeling her cunt as it grew increasingly wet. Her hips began thrusting as she dug the painted nails of both hands into his back, cutting into the skin.
The smell of sex quickly filled the car. His stiff cock throbbed inside his pants, eager to be released, thick cum leaking onto his underpants. Despite his own need Rusty feverishly stroked her clit as she writhed beside him, her excitement intensifying.
Breathless, her mouth broke away from his as she heavily gasped. Barbie leaned away from him against the passenger door while pushing her lower body closer toward him. Rusty maintained the direct stimulation of her clit and also worked two fingers of his left hand into her canal. There was a loud squishing sound as he rapidly finger-fucked her tight little cunt.
Why couldn't this be Wendy I was finger-fucking? I'd bet she'd be even tighter. God, how I love that woman, and I want this to be her so badly that it hurts!
Rusty needed to be inside of her. He pulled the two sloppy fingers out of her wet cunt and frantically tore at the front of his pants. He somehow managed to release his aching erection and drew it out into the open, squeezing on it hard as he did, giving himself some pleasure as the same time.
"Please don't stop!" Barbie cried out as she felt an orgasm building. "Stick your fingers back inside! Oh please, Rusty, I need to cum so bad!"
He disregarded her pleas and grabbed her waist with both hands, lifting her up and onto his lap. Desperate to satisfy her growing need she quickly grabbed his cock and guided it to her opening, settling down on top of his crotch as she felt his stiff cock pushing inside. Her hips and pelvis feverishly shifted as she worked his cock deeper, the hardness quickly becoming soaked with her flowing wetness.
At the same time Rusty pulled down on her hips and roughly thrust upward, feeling as more and more of her tight cunt surrounded his manhood. After a few moments he felt himself sliding all the way inside, savoring the wet heat of her flesh as it hugged around his throbbing prick. They were both breathing hard as he started wildly fucking her.
"Yeah, take my cock, bitch!" he breathlessly muttered as he rammed his cock into her juice-soaked cunt with all of his strength.
His hands reached for her tits and pawed at the supple swells. He tugged down on them as he drove upwards, filling her cunt with all he had. Their hands roughly manhandled one another as their passion played out, each of them desperate for the physical pleasure of sexual release.
"Fuck my cunt, bastard!" she answered his demand moments later with one of her own. "Fuck me like a real man can!"
Blindly reaching for the seat control he managed to release the locking pin and the top of the front seat fell back, giving them more room. The smell of sex was much stronger now, and the humidity from their bodies coated the inside of the windows with steam that cloaked their intimate embrace. Barbie rode his cock hard, savoring the rigid meat as it penetrated so deeply into her needy cunt.
"Yeah, give it to me!" she cried out. "Fuck me harder! Faster!"
With their half-dressed bodies wet with sweat and bodily fluids, Rusty guided her lust-filled form down, her lower back uncomfortably straddling the center console. He positioned his body as best he could squarely between her widened legs and giving himself the best leverage available so he could give Barbie exactly what she craved.
"Is this what you want?" he asked as he pounded his cock into her eager body. "Do you want me to fuck you like a whore, huh?"
Why couldn't this be Wendy? Why couldn't it be his sister he was sliding his stiff cock into? Would she want him to? Did she feel for him like he did for her, or was he doomed to live a life without her?
"Yeah, give it to your whore! I'm your whore!" Barbie feverishly whispered in response. "Oh yes! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me!"
Her writhing body took the beating from his slamming body while ramming her hips just as hard against him. Moments later her hot body clenched hard in an orgasm. Her voice weakly cried out as she convulsed in strong spasms of ecstasy. Wondrous sensations raced through her flesh, filling her loins with amazing pleasure.
Rusty didn't let up one bit. Even after her first climax faded away he rocked into her quaking body with all of his strength, pounding into her with a passionate frenzy. He fed all of his pent-up frustration into the coupling as he felt his balls drawing up tightly against the base of his cock. Seconds later he felt the intense pleasure of his rising seed.
cally and emotionally exhausted he pulled out and sat back in the seat, gasping for air as his still-erect cock dripped with a mixture of wetness. Barbie pulled herself up and over the console before collapsing back against the passenger seat.
"You're a selfish bastard," she commented in a breathless whisper, uncertain why she kept coming back to him when there was no future in it for her.
"And you're a whore," he reminded her, adding, "My whore."
She reached down and reclaimed her top, covering her naked breasts with it. "Not for much longer, I can promise you that."
"Yeah, yeah...That's what you always say."
He started the car and turned on the air conditioner to clear the fog from the windows. Once he could see out the front window he put it into gear and drove Barbie home. Neither one of them talked during the brief trip. He thought of Wendy, who always seemed to occupy his mind.
"Have a good night," he offered as he hesitated outside the front door of her home.
She started to get out but then leaned across the car and gave him a quick kiss. "I love hating you, you bastard."
"Yeah, and I love fucking my whore's cunt."
* * * * *
Everyone was asleep by the time Rusty got home, which was par for the course. It was a small two-bedroom house in an older part of town. It was just him, his sister, and their mom. His dad split the previous year, skipping town with a flirtatious, much younger woman he'd met where he worked as a debt collector. It appeared debt wasn't all he'd been collecting.
He poured himself a glass of cold water and gulped it down before going to the bedroom he shared with his younger sister. Wendy was asleep when he entered the room. She was lying on her side facing the open door, her body dimly illuminated by a nightlight plugged into an outlet located halfway between their beds that were situated across from one another, hers on the left and his on the right.
Rusty couldn't get her out of his mind, and it was getting worse instead of getting better. He had initially hoped that Barbie might take her place, and while the perky brunette had proven to be a nice distraction, she'd only seemed to worsen the growing frustration with his sister.
Emboldened by the sound of her steady sleep-breathing Rusty silently approached the side of her bed. The covers had been kicked to the foot of it and only a thin sheet was pulled up to her waist, leaving the top of her body cloaked only by a thin, one-piece flower-print nightgown. There was nothing underneath except for the luscious, slender body he lusted for.
She looked so innocent laying there, her pretty face partially covered by the dark brown hair that spilled over her shoulders. He lovingly brushed a few errant strands away from her closed eyes as he openly admired her lovely face, eyes fixating on the full dark pink lips he badly wanted to taste.
Seeing no reason not to indulge in his on-going fantasy he lowered to his knees and placed his face close to hers, breathing in deeply and savoring her scent. His spent cock stirred with renewed arousal. His lips lightly touched her soft cheek, kissing it several times before moving to her lips, which he next kissed repeatedly, relishing the silky-smooth texture.
His eyes shifted down her neck to the top of her button-up nightgown. The top few buttons had been left unsecured and it formed a deep "v", giving him a stimulating glimpse at the top of her breasts. Feeling his passion for her stirring, encouraged by the steady sounds of her sleep-breathing, he carefully unfastened two more.
He froze when she coughed and moved onto her back. The movement caused the front of the nightgown to tighten and it pulled the "v" wider. The fabric just barely covered the tops of her nipples and he knew that with a little gentle tugging he could free her breasts from the clothing. Rusty knew he shouldn't be looking at his sister this way, but seemed unable to control the powerful impulse.
You were the one I was thinking of as I sucked on Barbie's stiff nipples. How I wished they could have been yours that I rolled my tongue around as I relished their flavor. I love you so much, Wendy. Do you have any idea that I feel this way? How would you react if I told you?
Before realizing what it was he was doing, Rusty watched as the flower-print material slowly pulled away from the nipple of her left breast and gazed at it for the first time. He was struck by the raw beauty of the light pink flesh, surrounded by a dimpled areola. When he brushed his lips lightly over the shaft it instinctively swelled and tightened in response.
Nervously confirming his sister was still sleeping he carefully drew it between his lips and gently sucked, the tip of his tongue tasting the nub. His right hand boldly moved under the blanket and found the bottom of her nightgown, ever so lightly caressing a bare upper thigh, savoring the silky warmth of her luscious body.
As badly as he wanted to lie down beside her and make love to her gorgeous body, Rusty knew he'd already taken too many chances of waking his sister. With great reluctance he tugged the nightgown back over her swollen nipple and retreated to his own bed, his cock once again stiff and throbbing.
After stripping out of all his clothes he quietly slipped, nude, beneath the sheet. He turned on his left side and grabbed his cock with his right hand and began stroking it as his mind thought of Wendy, playing out the recurring fantasy once again.
We're alone on the team school bus, me in my football uniform, Wendy in her skimpy little cheerleading outfit. She walks up to me, smiling widely, happy after our big win. She's eager to cheer me on with more than just her pom-poms this time.*
I pull her into my arms and we kiss hard with a long-suppressed sexual hunger just now being discovered. My hands reach under her colorful top and eagerly squeeze on my younger sister's bare tits, feeling the nipples hardening against my palms. Wendy's hands reach down the front of my pants and fondle my stiff cock while drawing it out into the open, her body wanting.
I fall back onto a seat and eagerly pulls her onto my lap, straddling my legs. We frantically tear at one another's clothing, anxious to expose each other's aroused bodies. I roughly tug the crotch of her panties to one side, revealing the slit of her pussy, fingers pushing between the moist folds. She begins feverishly stroking my hard cock before rising up and feeding it into her wet, aching cunt...
He quietly grunted as his cock erupted, shooting several bursts of cum and painting the inside of his sheets with considerable wetness. Rusty sighed with relief before glancing over at his sister's slumbering form one final time before drifting off to sleep.
It was warm in the house and as he slept his feet kicked the sheet back, leaving much of his naked body exposed. Wendy awoke with a start and a dry mouth in the middle of the night so she got up, briefly distracted by refastening a few buttons that had come undone as she slept. She went to the bathroom and drank down a glass of water, grateful for the moisture.
When returning to the room she couldn't avoid seeing her brother's nude body as he slept on his back, his limp cock resting against one leg. She stopped in her tracks and admired his muscled body. He looked so much different now than he used to, brimming with the confidence of a skilled and successful athlete. Wendy felt a burst of loving pride as she gazed down at him.
It was no secret he was screwing around with Barbie. Rumor had it she was pretty free with her body and Wendy could tell her brother had been drawn into Barbie's sexual web. She felt a jealous sadness that he'd chosen to hang out with that type of a girl when he could've had a better one to share his time with.
Wendy's gaze was drawn to his genitals. He was so handsome and had such a nice body... and when he slept, he slept hard. She wasn't quite sure why that thought entered her head, but it did. He sleeps really hard, she thought once more. It took a lot to wake him up.
She hadn't realized she'd reached her hand out until she felt the fingertips of her right hand gently touching the top of his soft cock. When they reached the head she felt it was wet and still leaking with semen. Curious, her fingers collected the wetness and then lifted the fingers to her lips, tasting the salty flavor of his cum.
Sinking to her knees she lifted his soft cock and drew it to her open mouth. Her lips pushed over the tip and closed around it, warm tongue caressing the smooth flesh. She could feel it twitching in response to the welcome stimulation. Wendy savored the taste of his salty-musk cum which continued leaking into her mouth as her sucking action drew the seed from his spent shaft. Her left hand reached down between her legs and moved against her pussy, rubbing along the outer folds as she began getting aroused. A middle finger pushed into her moistening slit and teased her enlarging clit.
What goes through your mind as you're ramming your cock into Barbie's pussy? Could you ever imagine doing such a thing with me, your own sister? Would such a thought drive you away from me forever, or could it be something we could both enjoy? Would it shock you to know how I feel about you? About the love I have for you?
Anxious for more, Wendy returned to her bed. She quietly opened her nightstand drawer and took out a cleverly-concealed dildo. Covering her body with a sheet she quietly guided the sex toy into her aching cunt and pleasured herself with it while simultaneously rubbing on her clit. Her nipples swelled with arousal as she pumped the plastic object in and out of her wet canal as she thought of Rusty.
He thinks I'm sleeping, but I'm lying in bed awake when I hear you masturbating. It's arousing and I'm thinking of doing the same thing. On impulse I climb out of bed and suddenly pull the blanket off your body.
You quickly roll onto your back and look up at me with a shocked expression on your face. Without saying a word I kneel on the bed and straddle your crotch, lowering my body onto your swollen cock, enjoying the feel of your hardness as it enters my juicy cunt. I sink down, feeding more of it inside. My fingers quickly unbutton the top of my nightgown, exposing both breasts for your pleasure.
He reaches up and cups both tits, squeezing on them as my body rides your stiff cock, hips and pelvis moving in rhythm with yours. He pinches on my hard nipples as he slams his big prick into my pussy, filling me with it. He pumps into me again and again...
She stifled a cry as she stiffened in orgasm. With the dildo furiously thrusting in and out of her canal she clenched hard and gasped aloud, savoring the intense waves of sexual release that rushed through her loins. Wendy rode the wonderful wave for as long as it lasted before it gently returned her back to the mattress and the disappointing reality of life.
Once the orgasm faded she breathed a heavy sigh and pulled the plastic toy out of her wet pussy. Pretending it was Rusty's cock and not the dildo she placed the juice-soaked object between her tits, pressing the mounds together as if her brother was fucking her bosom.
She silently wondered why guys always talked about doing that, but she'd let Rusty if it made him happy. Wendy would do just about anything to make her brother happy.
Her eyes moistened with tears that spilled down the sides of her head. Rusty was the only man she'd ever wanted, but she was too big of a chicken to tell him how she felt. Wendy knew she had to find a way to let him know.
* * * * *
Rusty couldn't shake thoughts of his sister Wendy from his mind. It was like she'd crawled into his head and was dominating his brain. He tossed and turned all night knowing she was sleeping just a short distance away, but the knowledge that his mom was on the other side of a paper-thin wall kept him in bed.
He wanted nothing more than to get out of bed, cross the room, and slide under the sheet beside her body, even if it was only to hold her sleeping form within his arms. That would have been enough; he didn't need anything more on that night. Just to hold her and know she wanted him to hold her.
The more he thought of her the harder his cock grew. Finally it was pushing upward under the sheet and frantically throbbing. He could feel slight wetness leaking from the tip soaking into the fabric covering him from the waist down. Finally he couldn't take it any more so he rolled over onto his left side facing away from his sister's side of the room and began stroking his aching cock.
Suddenly remembering the pair of his sister's panties he recovered from the trash a few days earlier after the thin fabric began tearing away from the elastic waistband, he reached under the mattress and pulled them out. Feeling for the crotch he quietly lifted it to his nose and breathed in her wondrous scent. After enjoying the aroma he placed the crotch over his cock and stroked himself with the fabric.
"Have a good night, see you tomorrow."
"Later, Chris," Rusty shouted back to his favorite and quite talented wide receiver.
When he approached his car Rusty reached into his pocket and realized he'd lost his car keys. His mind immediately began backtracking as he tried to think where they could've been left, or lost. The bus was the most logical conclusion he could reach, so he began walking back from where he'd just left.
Luckily the buses were parked behind the school. It was a bit of a hike but the night was cool and there was a nice breeze blowing. He walked down the row of large yellow vehicles until he spotted the number of the one he'd ridden home. Opening the partially closed door he mounted the steps and headed toward the back where he'd been sitting.
"Forget these?" his sister suddenly stood up, dangling the keychain from her right hand.
She sure looked hot in the skimpy cheerleader outfit, or at least he thought so. Her slender legs had such a nice shape to them, well toned without looking muscular, and the rest of her just as nicely rounded right down to the perky tits resting under her half-top. Her face was really pretty, framed by silky brown hair and those alluring eyes.
"I did, thanks," he responded, motioning for her to toss them to him. Her passive face turned into a coy, naughty-girl expression as she licked her full lips and tilted her head to the left. "It's not going to be that easy. You owe me."
"I'll give you a ride home," he responded agreeably. "It's late and I'm not going out tonight."
"A ride is exactly what I want, but not the kind you're thinking of," she answered as those piercing eyes connected with his. "Pull down the front of your pants."
He was shocked. "What?"
Her naughty-girl smile widened. "You heard me; do it and you'll be one step closer to getting these back."
"One step closer? If I do what you're asking me I better be getting them back!" he exclaimed.
"Come on, you do that and I'll take my panties off," she decided, seemingly eager to see his package. "I'll even take my panties off first if that helps any."
As he watched, his sister boldly reached under her short skirt and pulled the red panties down her legs and carefully tugged her tennis-shoe covered feet through the leg openings. "Your turn."
He hesitated while glancing longingly at his lost keys and played along. He nervously grasped the front of his jeans and unfastened the button, tugged the zipper down, and finally pulled the front of his white briefs down far enough to reveal his soft cock and hair-covered balls.
"This isn't fair, I can't see you," he complained.
She sighed, bent down, and picked up the panties, tossing them in his direction. "Rub yourself with them and I'll give you a great look."
Rusty placed the front cotton panel over his shaft and slowly started stroking himself as she watched. It didn't take long, not with the sister he adored staring at him as she stood just a short distance away. He wanted her to see his stiff cock and so much more. What began as a limp, useless appendage grew into a promise of physical pleasure. As his excitement increased the leaking cum began soaking through the panties.
An expression formed on his face that asked what was taking her so long to keep her promise? Satisfied by what she was seeing Wendy lifted her right leg and placed the foot on the edge of a padded bench. The position simultaneously hiked the bottom of her short skirt up, giving him a teasing glimpse of the bottom of her pussy.
As he watched, mesmerized, her right hand reached between her legs, the fingers sifting through the trimmed darks curls of hair. The teasing grin on her face was sexy and playful and she appeared to be carefully observing him as if eager to see his reaction to what she was doing.
A few moments later a middle finger flicked back and forth, slowly working between the outer lips before sinking to the bottom of her slit. Wendy made facial expressions of pleasure and quietly moaned as she fingered her cunt. She lifted her left hand up and began squeezing on her left tit through her clothing, but he could clearly see the outline of her swollen nipple as it strained with arousal.
He was taken aback by the sensuous pose she was striking and Rusty started pumping on his cock harder and faster. She watched his furious motions and smiled inwardly as the dime-sized stain in her panties grew into a quarter-sized circle of milky goo.
"Don't cum yet, not that way," she spoke in an alluring, provocative voice. "Come here, I've got a much better place for you to do it."
And with those tempting words hanging in the air Rusty closed the distance separating them. She anxiously tugged his t-shirt off, inspiring him to remove her sexy top, exposing the red bra underneath. He didn't have a whole lot of experience unfastening bras so he struggled with the clasp for several moments before the bra finally went limp and dangled around her breasts.
Rusty was excited as he was about to lay his eyes on the breasts he'd fantasized playing with for so long. She slid the straps off her shoulders with a shrug and allowed it to fall to the floor, revealing her firm, soft tits with their stiff nipples. He gazed, mesmerized, at the exposed swells.
"There's something I want now," Wendy announced as her right hand grabbed his stiff cock and guided it between his legs. "Fuck your sister with that thing."
She fed the tip between her outer folds and placed it in position. While filling his hands with her tits and squeezing, Rusty began driving his cock upwards into her cunt. It thrust into her tight, wet canal, slowly working deeper...
Rusty was breathing hard as he vigorously stroked his hard member. The only other sound was a slight squeaking of the bed. He imagined what it would feel like to be inside Wendy, thinking she would feel so much better than Barbie.
"Don't cum yet, let me do this for you," his sister quietly whispered, but how had her voice gotten into his head?
Rusty became aware of a warm, soft, naked body sliding beneath the sheet and pressing against the back of his body. He could feel the distinct pillows of her firm breasts compressing between them as well as the hardened tips pulsating on his skin. A hot breath rushed over the right side of his face and he could smell her wondrous scent.
An arm reached over his waist and gently brushed his hand away. She next rolled him over onto his back, his erect cock now pointing upward. Her body shifted and he felt one breast pressing against his right side, the other resting on the same side of his chest. Rusty knew he had to be dreaming, there was no other explanation.
"Be as quiet as you can, Mom is on the other side of that wall," his sister whispered the gentle reminder so softly he could barely discern the message.
And then she began stroking his cock. Not knowing what else to do he sighed and relaxed, eyes closing and concentrating on the pleasure her squeezing hand was bringing him. He then felt her soft lips lightly brushing over the right side of his neck joined by her hot, sweetly-scented breaths. That by itself sent chills down his spine, and combined with her rhythmic stroking they proved to be an arousing mix.
"Oh yeah," he moaned as his hips began feverishly pumping upward, both hands reaching down and coverings hers.
His mind raced in confusion. Had his sister just crawled into bed beside him, or was this just another fantasy mingling with the first? Or had he fallen asleep and started dreaming? Afraid that if he thought about it too much he might wake up, Rusty decided to just enjoy it while he could. She'd become such an obsession in his mind that he seemed no longer capable of separating fantasy from reality.
Gasping and quietly grunting, he frantically fucked their hands. As he was nearing climax Wendy slid her hand over the sensitized tip and began rubbing and squeezing on the flesh. This sent tingling pleasure through his loins which quickly filled his balls with aroused pressure.
He began ejaculating seconds later into the palm of her hand. Rusty felt the powerful streams leaving his cock. His sister was softly giggling in response to the orgasm as she could feel it playing out, the evidence of his delight pushing up between her squeezing fingers after the cum leaked through the thin fabric.
His body went limp after the amazingly intense climax and he lay there in the darkness trying to catch his breath. Was he going crazy or was his sister lying beside him?
"Wendy? Is that you?"
But nobody answered back and there wasn't anyone in bed with him, if there had been to begin with. Was his desire for his sister slowly driving him insane?