Loving Half-Sister
About eighteen years ago, as Neil's mom sat on the couch five months pregnant and watching TV, his dad was nailing a cute new intern at the office. Neil's mom had always been suspicious about dad's long work hours. At least that's what she told Neil years later. They divorced shortly after Neil's birth and she raised the newborn. Dad married the intern and before the ink on the wedding license was dry they had a baby girl, Kristen. Neil was just five months old when she arrived.
Neil was eighteen when his mom broke the news that dad and his wife were killed in a suspicious house fire. A few days later Kristen moved in. She had celebrated her eighteenth birthday just days before the tragedy, and she still appeared to be stunned.
A family friend drove the U-Haul. Neil and the friend carried out her bed and boxed belongings. The spare bedroom next to his became hers. As she sat, speechless, on the living room couch, Neil and his mom settled her in as best they could. It was quickly discovered that Kristen was as beautiful as she was emotionally fragile.
Neil looked at her from the kitchen doorway as her body curled into a ball on one end of the couch. That had become her favorite spot outside of the bedroom. She stared at the TV, which wouldn't ordinarily be strange except for the fact that it was off. Neil was old enough to understand that she'd been through a lot. He tried to empathize with Kristen by imagining how he would feel if their positions were reversed, but it was impossible to duplicate all of the emotional turmoil and heartache she had to be suffering through.
Being a normal eighteen year old boy on the brink of manhood, he couldn't help but notice the long blonde hair that was expertly woven into an intricate pigtail. Her hair framed a beautiful face highlighted with dazzling hazel eyes and lush pink lips.
She appeared not to notice him so he lingered and admired her slender form. The white short-sleeved blouse conformed to her chest. It wasn't difficult to asses the size and shape of her breasts. His cock stirred as he imagined what they looked and felt like. He mentally placed himself beside her, his fingers popping the buttons open, peeling the blouse apart, and openly admiring the incredible swells. The pink nipples would be hard and visibly throbbing. His penis surged with excitement.
His eyes closed as he imagined cupping the silky soft mounds. She would softly moan as his fingers gently fondled the globes of flesh. He would rub the swollen tips beneath his thumbs. His penis grew larger as his fantasy progressed. The head began to seep with semen as it obviously bulged outward.
He jumped when a hand was placed on his shoulder. When he looked back he saw his mom's sweetly smiling face. He was so glad that she couldn't read his mind at that moment.
"Go ahead, talk with her," she encouraged him. "The poor thing has been through so much. Look at how lonely she looks. Go ahead. Go, Neil, show some compassion."
He hesitantly moved to the couch and sat on the opposite end. Neil grabbed the remote control off a side table and turned on the picture tube she was vacantly staring at. He changed the channel to MTV and watched another reality series rerun.
"Do you like MTV?" he asked, but received no response.
He moved to the center of the couch. Their bodies were separated by several inches of real estate. Neil nervously watched both her and the television.
"What shows do you like to watch?"
He sighed, feeling foolish for making the effort to reach her. He was at a complete loss as to what to do, but he continued trying anyway.
"We can watch anything you want," he offered in a rare moment of generosity. "Here, you can have the remote. If you knew anything about me you'd know that's a big deal."
Her chest perceptibly vibrated as she softly chuckled. Neil grew hopeful when he saw the reaction. He lightly tapped her shoulder with the promised controller but she refused to accept it.
As he observed her reaction, he slowly advanced through the channels. If he was greeted by commercials, Neil kept that station tuned in until the show returned.
He paused on VH1 as Hillary Duff donned in sexy clothes belted out her latest hit. She was definitely ranked pretty high on his celebrity fantasy list. He sat glued to the TV and watched every motion of her gorgeous body.
Neil was surprised when Kristen uncoiled her slender form and sat normally. When she noticed him staring lustfully at Hillary she playfully punched his left arm.
"What?" he replied defensively. "It's not my fault she's hot. What do you want to watch?"
When his question was met with silence he turned to the next higher channel, quickly becoming aggravated by her unsocial state. When he turned on a cooking channel and a popular chef appeared, her lips formed into the slightest hint of a smile.
"Bam!" Neil exclaimed as he used the catch-phrase that had grown into a pop-culture icon. It was hard not to like the infectious cook.
Kristen finally responded. She looked up with a wide grin on her lovely face.
"Bam!" Kristen weakly emulated as her hazel eyes filled with tears.
When he realized she was on the verge of breaking down, Neil immediately slid across the couch until their legs were touching. He moved his left arm around her shoulders and held her tight. Both of Kristen's hands reached up and grasped his left hand as it dangled off her left shoulder. His body tingled as her soft, warm fingers held his. As her head lowered and she began to sob, the back of his left hand rubbed against a breast. Neil felt both awkward and aroused at the same time.
Kristen's head leaned on his shoulder as the tears flowed. He felt her body vibrating as she softly cried. His right hand reached across his body and reassuringly caressed the top of her head.
She rotated her torso and faced him. A grateful smile was on her red, tear-streaked face. They moved both arms around one another.
He could almost feel the devastating pain of her loss rising from her weeping form. He hugged her tighter. Neil held her as close as he possibly could. He could feel the swell of her breasts pressing against his chest. He wasn't sure if he actually felt the nipples or if it was imagined, but his cock anxiously stirred regardless. As hard as he tried to ignore the warmth of her shuddering body, he found it impossible not to find it utterly exciting.
He could smell the scent of her shampoo with every breath he took. He felt her warm breath on his neck, and silently wondered if any lingering scent of his cologne remained for her to enjoy. Neil lightly kissed the top of her head as she mourned the loss of the only family she ever really knew.
"My dad and I watched this show all the time," she whispered directly into his ear in a choked voice. "I miss him so much!"
"Kristen, I'm so sorry," Neil responded as his penis insistently throbbed. He felt a twinge of guilt for his sexual posture in light of her painful loss.
"He's your dad too," she innocently reminded him. "I'm so sorry for you, too, Neil."
Neil didn't have the heart to tell her that their shared dad was no dad to him at all. Instead he used the one thing they had in common to try and draw them together. "It's us now; us against the world."
Kristen wiped the tears from her red and swollen eyes and cheeks. He reached out and gently swept a few errant strands of blonde hair from her lovely face. When their eyes met in a long, deep gaze, he experienced a strong urge to kiss her full lips. He couldn't know that she wanted the same thing. Neil started forward, but then tilted his head up and kissed her forehead instead.
"Bam!" she weakly replied, pressing the knuckles of her right fist against his.
"Bam!" he confidently confirmed, tapping the knuckles back.
"I'm glad I have you," she whispered, and began crying again. Neil swept her back into his reassuring embrace.
His mom stood in the doorway unseen, shedding tears of sadness for Kristen's loss and pride for the way her son was reaching out and supporting the sister he barely knew.
* * * * *
While family friends suggested counseling, Maggie could see how well Neil and Kristen were interacting. She was no fan of fancy, self-serving, high-priced shrinks. She let family handle the situation in-house, and admired the way Neil handled the difficult situation with such grace. Her heart swelled with pride as she saw the progress he was making.
Within a couple of weeks Kristen started her junior year of high school mid-semester. Neil was a high school senior. He kept an eye on her the best he could. Whenever they encountered one another in the hallway, he reassured her with a softly whispered "Bam!" She always smiled when he said it, but he suspected it was their dad that she was thinking of.
"Dude, you're so lucky," Mitch commented as he approached Neil in the school hallway. "You live in the same house as the hottest chick in town."
"It's not like that with us," Neil tried to explain. "She's going through a very difficult time."
"Mind if I try hitting on her? A little dose of Mitch will have her as happy as can be," Mitch confidently boasted.
Neil rolled his eyes in disbelief. "Give it up. You'd have better luck with your Heather fantasy. And if you upset her, I'll kick your ass; seriously."
Mitch appeared shocked by Neil's protective posture, but not half as much as Neil was as he heard himself speaking the words. Mitch nodded his head in disapproval and walked off. Neil felt a twinge of guilt for having threatened a good friend, but not in protecting Kristen.
Later that evening, as Neil reclined on his bed reading a condensed version of "War and Peace" for an English Lit class, a soft tap sounded on his door.
"Yeah?" he shouted loud enough to be heard.
The door opened. Kristen's beautiful smiling face greeted him. He couldn't help but notice her slender form partially cloaked in a skimpy half-top and shorts. Neil hadn't noticed the gold belly ring before. It caught and reflected the light from his ceiling lamp. He enjoyed the view of her shapely body, replete with long, slender legs.
"Thanks. I heard what you said today."
"You heard what I said..." he trailed off, confused.
"About that jack-ass Mitch; a girl in my History class overheard and told me how you handled it when he talked about hitting on me."
Neil sighed. "I probably overreacted. He's not a bad guy, really."
Kristen entered his room uninvited and sat on the edge of the bed. "Us against the world, right?"
"Bam!" he replied.
Kristen giggled as their knuckles tapped. "Thanks so much for everything. I thought my life was over when my mom and dad died. Now, it's like my life is starting all over."
He was shocked when she leaned over and kissed his mouth. Her lips were incredibly soft and sweet. She whispered "Bam!" and quickly retreated, closing the bedroom door in her wake.
Neil pushed the book aside and rolled over onto his right side. Kristen was all he could think about any more. Every celebrity fantasy that got him off before was suddenly useless. Britney, Hillary, Paris, Nicole... it was Kristen that now topped the list.
He retrieved a stained rag from beneath the mattress and placed it on the bed in front of his crotch. After unzipping the pants his left hand snaked inside and removed his lifeless penis. As Neil fondled himself he thought about Kristen's surprising kiss and imagined it happened differently. In his mind her tongue pushed into his mouth and their hot, wet muscles excitedly entwined. His hands moved to her cloaked breasts and squeezed the swells through her clothing.
His cock hardened as he recalled the wondrous scent of her perfumed body and the softness of her lips. He fantasized moving his hands under the half-top and fondling the bare mounds. He formed a mental image of the event and captured it like an erotic snapshot. His penis swelled as he thought of the shape, size, and softness of the amazing mounds.
"Oh, Kristen," he softly whispered into his pillow.
His virgin cock throbbed as he thought of his half-sister. His hand was her mouth at first, and he imagined her wet tongue licking him.
When his erection softened, he reached for a bottle of body lotion on the bedside table and squirted some onto a palm.
When his right hand smeared the lotion onto his cock and he resumed the stroking, it was her tight pussy he was driving into. The lotion was her leaking juice that bathed his penis in slippery wetness. His hand pumped faster as he imagined hearing her groans of pleasure. His fingers moved up and down the shaft, emulating a woman and slowly drawing the seed from his balls.
A thick drop of milky seed formed at the head and dripped down onto the rag. His cock was fully hard and throbbing as he imagined fucking Kristen. She'd be writhing and moaning as he nailed her hot pussy. He'd have her so turned on that she'd be screaming for it. He'd pump into her steamy cunt and feel her body twitching in one orgasm after another.
Neil groaned as he felt the rising of his semen. He imagined her begging for his cum. As he was on the verge of climax, it was her mouth he was fucking again.
Neil grunted aloud. He ejaculated in several streams, catching the milky discharge on the discolored rag. As he caught his breath, Neil glanced down at the small, oblong pools of cum.
He folded the rag over and pushed it back underneath the mattress. He hoped his mom would never find the traces of his desire.
"I love you Kristen," he whispered as sleep came.
At the same time, Kristen was settling down between the sheets of her bed. She wanted to touch her aroused center, but her thoughts returned to the last fight between her parents.
..."You bastard! Where the hell have you been? Out screwing another intern?" her mom angrily accused dad.
"Mom, no! Please, don't do this!" Kristen pleaded, her hateful accusations every bit as agonizing for Kristen to bear.
Her mom's fury quickly turned on Kristen. "You're worthless! You're going to be a useless tramp just like your precious daddy! You two deserve each other! Get out of my house. And take your miserable father with you."
"Don't worry, I'm gone," he decided. "But you can keep the kid. I never wanted her to start with. You were never more than a fling that turned into a huge mistake."
Kristen watched in horror as her dad stormed out of the house...
"No!" Kristen's voice cried out into the darkness as she relived the painful memory.
Her heart was pounding as the door to her bedroom opened and closed. The mattress shifted as weight was applied.
"It's me. Are you okay?" Neil questioned. He had heard the brief, agonizing cry and wanted to make sure she was safe.
"Hold me."
Neil's body moved under the toasty warm blankets. He could smell the remnants of her perfume. He knew that if he hadn't masturbated earlier, he would be hard right now. Neil wasn't sure if that was a blessing in disguise or a curse. He curled up behind her form and they spooned. He enjoyed the warmth of her supple body. Every beat of her racing heart was transmitted through him. After a few minutes he heard Kristen's recognizable sleep breathing.
He glanced at the glowing red numbers of her digital clock and noticed it was a few minutes past eleven. He decided to wait until the half hour before leaving, just to make sure that Kristen would continue to sleep. Before that time arrived, Neil dozed off.
He woke up confused. His left hand was squeezing on something soft and warm. It took several seconds to shake the cobwebs from his mind. He suddenly realized that during his sleep, a hand had shifted under Kristen's half-top. He was tenderly squeezing on the wondrous mound. He could feel the hard nipple throbbing against his palm. Neil softly gasped as his body jerked.
She softly giggled. "I was wondering when you were going to wake up."
"Oh, Kristen, I'm so..." Neil stumbled over his words as he started to pull his hand away.
Her hand pinned his to her breast. She turned her head and faced him. "Shh! It's okay, really. I don't mind."
He raised his head and glanced at the clock. It was after two in the morning. When he reclined, he realized that Kristen's face was just an inch away. In the dim moonlight that filtered through the shades he could just barely make out the silhouette of her nose, eyes, and mouth. The urge to kiss her returned, and he thought of how she had kissed him just hours before. He desired to taste those luscious lips again but his stomach knotted in fear.
His left hand moved away from her bare swell in embarrassment. He whispered "I better go."
Kristen didn't stop him. After her bedroom door opened and closed, tears of frustration filled her eyes. Was she so terrible a person? Why didn't anyone want her?
* * * * *
Nothing was mentioned of that night. For several days Neil avoided Kristen. He knew right from wrong, so he was confused as to why being with his sister sexually felt so right while logic said otherwise. It was an emotional struggle that was difficult enough without her presence interfering.
When they did cross paths the enthusiasm in his step was gone. He appeared withdrawn, even heartbroken. If they did make eye contact his gaze immediately dropped. The change in his behavior bothered Kristen but she didn't understand. How could she make her affection for him any more obvious than she already had? Or did he not want her to show it? Did he not want her at all? That thought filled her eyes with tears that she managed to fight off until she retreated to the privacy of her own room.
After dinner she laid on top of her bed, stomach down, working out some Calculus problems. She always hated the subject and frequently struggled with formulas. She finally reached her wits end and stepped next door to see if Neil could help. Kristen hesitated at the door, uncertain if she should bother him at all. He'd been acting so strangely and she wasn't sure how receptive he'd be to her impromptu request for help.
After she knocked he answered with a shout. She opened the door. "I'm really sorry to bother you, but can you help me with some math problems?"
He followed Kristen back to her room. He couldn't help but stare at her shapely as it swayed seductively from side to side. She was wearing shorts that emphasized the curved buttocks and revealed her shapely legs. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Once inside, she closed the door. They settled on the bed side by side.
Kristen watched closely as he worked through several formulas and patiently explained each step. She stopped him several times and asked questions when things weren't clear. Afterwards, he watched as she worked through the problems on her own. She slowly got the hang of it and before long was clear of the hurdles.
"That's not fair. You make it seem so easy," Kristen complained.
She rolled over onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. Neil moved to his left side facing her. His eyes were immediately drawn to the curvature of her breasts. Her pullover top clung to the mounds, forming ridges and depressions in the shape of her body. He thought of that night several days ago when he woke up and discovered he was squeezing on one. She seemed okay with it, so why wasn't he?
"Can I see your belly ring?" he casually asked. Neil loved looking at it. He thought it was sexy.
"You can see anything you want," she responded.
Her hands reached down and tugged her T-shirt up, exposing her lower belly. "Shall I pull it up higher?"
"No, that's fine," he quickly replied, his face feeling hot as he was suddenly embarrassed by his interest in the ornament.
A naughty smile formed on her lips as she teasingly inched it up. "Are you sure?"
"How long have you had it?" he asked, changing the subject.
Kristen's hands let go of the shirt. "My mom gave it to me for my sixteenth birthday. She has... had... one too." Her eyes moistened with tears as she remembered her parents were gone.
Neil instinctively reached for her. He pulled Kristen into his arms more for selfish rather than selfless reasons. Lately he'd been looking for excuses to get physically closer to her. "I'm so sorry."
"It's going to happen," she reassured him as she dabbed away the tears. "I want you asking me questions about my life. There'll be times when it triggers a painful memory and I'll have to mourn all over again."
"How'd you get so smart, Freud?"
Kristen smiled and briefly giggled. "I'm no Freud, believe me. I had a few meetings with the counselor at school and he's been talking with me about what to expect as I deal with all of my emotions."
Neil shifted his body down. He rolled over onto his stomach and looked at the gold piercing up close. He reached a finger out and toyed with the cute little band. He lowered her head and kissed her smooth skin. He could feel the warmth of her body, and it felt so wonderful. He pressed his face into the flesh as he licked and nibbled at the belly button. Her hands held the back of his head and gently motioned for him to go lower. He tensed in nervous fear, initially refusing the unspoken invitation
"I have needs too," she whispered in a voice that sounded so sweet and loving that it touched his heart.
He nervously kissed a moist trail over her soft, quivering skin to the top edge of her shorts. He moved from side to side, playfully nibbling on the creamy flesh along the edge of the clothing. Kristen softly groaned in approval. Her left leg bent at the knee and fell away, leaving her crotch exposed. He could detect a hint of her growing excitement. Kristen's breathing quickened. Her chest and belly rose and fell with each heavy breath.
His fingers brushed over the zipper, testing her. Neil hesitantly grasped the small metal tab. He slowly pulled down. It was accompanied by a subtle zipping noise. Kristen could feel the tight shorts loosening as the narrow aperture opened. The smell of her sex grew stronger. When the tab was down he could see a glimpse of white panties peeking through the portal.
His penis painfully throbbed. He was harder than he'd ever been before. He moved off his stomach to his side, immediately alleviating some of the discomfort. But his cock continued pulsating against the front of his pants.
His eyes glanced at the brass button of her jeans. The heavy fabric pulled at the junction, as if willing him to unfasten it. He briefly struggled with the decision, but in the end desire won out over his own conception of what was right. Even as he scolded himself for his actions, Neil reached out and popped the button apart. The pants separated of their own accord, widening the opening and revealing more of her panties. He could see the gentle rise of her pubic mound. Curls of hair lifted the fabric, making the top of her pussy appear puffy.
Kristen glanced down, watching his reaction. She silently laughed at his nervous awkwardness, finding it both innocent and sweet. The excited, hesitant look in his eyes reflected childish enthusiasm. It was as if he was on the verge of opening a gift, hoping it was what he wanted yet with enough uncertainty remaining to give him pause.
After a few seconds she detected his reluctance. But this time Kristen didn't wait for him to flee. She ran soft fingers through his hair, drawing his attention. When Neil glanced up he saw a smiling angel looking back. He could almost see a halo framing her admiring face.
"Come here, kiss me," she requested.
Like a trapped man offered a second and easier means of escape, Neil eagerly returned to her side. He leaned toward her, closing his eyes before their lips met. The meeting of their mouths was slow and gentle. Her soft fingers stroked his face. His left arm moved under Kristen's head and around her neck. His right hand lightly caressed her bare midriff.
As the knot in his stomach loosened, his tongue rubbed at the seam between her silky lips. When her mouth opened his muscle pushed inside, entwining with hers. The hand on her belly moved up, nervously moving beneath her shirt. It slowly closed in on a breast. His palm and fingers encompassed a warm globe. Kristen groaned into his mouth as he fondled a soft swell. A fingertip teased the swollen nub.
She shifted off her back and leaned closer toward him. His palm squeezed the bare mound, savoring the warm softness of the flesh. Their tongues rubbed harder and faster as the desire for one another mounted. Her back arched, thrusting herself against him. Neil held her close. For Kristen, the intimate embrace was redemption. The chains that shackled her spirit broke away and she soared. Someone did want her.
She frantically whispered two words. "Love me."
Neil's right hand changed gears, retreating from the breast. It caressed down her belly to the top of her loosened shorts. His fingers dipped under the clothing. They shifted up the gently sloping rise of her pubic mound, sifting through the soft curls of hair. He reached lower, finally contacting the warm, moist folds of her pussy. He traced the outline of the delicate petals, feeling her wetness accumulating on the tips of his probing fingers. She moaned as her luscious body writhed.
His fingers pressed harder, sinking between the lips and into her juicy hot slit. He explored a girl for the first time, amazed by his discovery. Fingers blindly stroked the valley walls and unknowingly glided over her enlarged clitoris, causing her to jerk and shudder in delight. The fingers were soon coated with thick, slick essence.
Kristen's left hand reached down and joined his. She pressed his middle finger lower and guided it to her entrance. Her hips began to thrust as she pushed the finger inside. He felt her narrow canal wrapping around the appendage with wet heat. The finger advanced all the way inside.
Her mouth pulled away from his and moved to his left ear. "Oh yeah, that feels so good. Fuck me with your finger. All the way; yeah, just like that. Oh, Neil, that's great, sweetie."
His finger thrust in and out of her. She anxiously pulled her top up, revealing both breasts. She guided his mouth to a nipple. He took the hardened tip into his mouth, eagerly licking and sucking on the nub. Her moans came faster and louder as her slender form quaked with rippling pleasure. Her loins were filled with tingling warmth as her excitement multiplied.
Kristen's left hand reached for him. She struggled with his pants, feverishly tugging at the fastener to get it loose. Finally she heard a soft popping and the taut denim loosened. After fighting with the zipper, her soft fingers slipped inside and guided his hard prick out into the open. Her fingers smeared with leaking semen as she stroked his aroused cock. She needed him inside of her so badly.
She rolled away from him and onto her back. Kristen desperately kicked off her shoes, and then pushed her shorts and panties off. She rose to her hands and knees and straddled his waist. Neil looked up at her in absolute shock.
"Are you crazy? My mom could walk in!"
Kristen didn't care. She was like a girl possessed, fixated on just one thing; seducing Neil and satisfying the sexual craving that had now developed into aching need.
"I love you," she openly declared in a whisper.
Neil was wide-eyed with panic. "I love you too, but..."
When her body descended and the head of his penis penetrated into her juicy, hot canal, Neil's protests were immediately silenced. He softly groaned as his penis moved into her wondrous core. His hands grasped the sides of her narrow waist as his hips instinctively began thrusting upward. He pierced deeply into her pussy as the seeping essence bathed his pulsating shaft.
He grunted in amazed wonder as he entered a girl for the first time. His cock speared fully inside her center. He could feel her velvet-smooth tunnel walls gripping his prick. He pushed into her as she rocked up and down. His pulse and breathing quickened as his panic was displaced by growing excitement. He fucked her faster, driving deeply inside. Their breathless moans combined in a symphony of love.
His hands slid off her hips and upward, under the shirt to her magnificent breasts. He was tempted by the jiggling swells and wanted them in his palms. He cupped and squeezed the globes, playfully pinching on the thumping nipples. His belly was filled with tingling pressure. His balls ached for release. It didn't take long before he felt his semen rising from the sacs.
His cock swelled larger in the final moments before climax. Kristen felt the change in mass as her pussy walls stretched wider for him. Juice covered his pumping stem and dripped onto his hairy nuts. Her outer folds vibrated from their persistent motions, splattering fresh essence onto their bodies, clothing, and bedspread.
"Uh! Oh!" Neil grunted aloud as the pleasure of his rising cum overwhelmed him with joyous wonder. He realized it was so different, so much better with a girl.
His eruption was accompanied by violent twitches. With his cock buried in her hot core, he ejaculated milky wads of semen. He thrust several more times, delighting in his climax as he planted his seed.
"Oh... " he groaned with each breath after he finished, wearing an astonished look on his surprised face.
Kristen moved off him and returned to his side. She reached a hand down and began rubbing on her clitoris as she still sought to fulfill her own needs. Neil appeared confused as he saw the contorted look of pleasure on her adorable face. It slowly dawned on him that he'd left her hanging.
"Oh, Kristen, I'm so sorry..."
She nodded her head in a gesture to silence his apologies. Eager to help any way he could, Neil began sucking on a nipple. His right hand moved down, pushing hers away as he innocently probed her wet slit. She whispered directions, and before long tingling warmth filled her loins. She writhed on the bed and moaned aloud as her excitement peaked.
"Oh yeah! Oh!" she cried out as her body shook with powerful spasms. The mattress vibrated as she quaked in ecstasy.
Neil felt a surge of new juice coating his fingers. He constantly shifted his hand to keep his fingers on the right spot as she shuddered in delight. For several seconds she wildly twitched. When it was done she fell silent.
After she caught her breath, Kristen rolled over and smiled at her older brother. "Now, aren't you glad we did that?"
He looked at the door, still afraid of getting caught but more confident now of their privacy. He finally confessed "Yeah, I guess so."
She feigned anger and playfully punched his arm. "You guess so? We make passionate love for the first time and the best you can do is guess so?"
"It was great, really!" he exclaimed in a hushed whisper. "But don't you think we should get dressed now?"
"No, I don't, and you're not, either," she decided.
"Are you crazy?" he asked, questioning her sanity. "My mom could stop by any time!"
"I know, isn't it scary? And maybe a little exciting, too?" she asked.
Neil had to admit Kristen had a good point. The longer they lay half-naked on the bed, the harder his heart beat and the more excited he got. When she saw that she had him convinced, Kristen threw some fuel on the fire. She sat up and slipped off his shoes. Then, leaning over, her hands simultaneously grasped his pants and underpants, tugging them down his legs.
"Hey! There's no way!" he complained, but didn't physically interfere with her efforts.
She pulled off her shirt, revealing what remained of her body. As they lay alongside one another Kristen removed his shirt. With all of their clothing removed, they felt the soft warmth of each other's bodies without any interference.
"If my mom catches us..."
"I like laying here with you," she said, quickly switching the subject of their conversation. "I like touching you."
Her soft fingers lightly caressed his upper chest. His hands followed her lead, lightly exploring the silky curves of her body. They took turns kissing one another on various parts of the body... face, neck, chest, and arms. Before long Neil was able to block the risk they were running from his mind and fully enjoy the time they were spending together.
"If this is what being married is like, I can't wait," he innocently remarked.
"Is that a proposal?" she teased him.
"Not yet," he replied, hinting that they could possibly have a future together. "Besides, I'm not sure it would be legal."
"Who gets married these days anyway?" she countered with a different idea. "People just shack up together, right? They can't stop us from doing that. It wouldn't be much different."
She reached a hand down and began toying with his sticky, limp penis. He twitched as she rubbed on the sensitive head that still leaked with semen. Kristen giggled as she felt the wrinkles of skin that covered the fleshy shaft. It was remarkably smaller when it was soft in comparison to its erect size. She was still amazed by the difference a little blood made.
"Let's get you hard again."
She rose to her hands and knees and hovered over him in a sixty-nine position. Neil was surprised to find himself looking up at her glistening pussy. The two outer lips formed a seam that cloaked the small canyon inside. He gently pushed the folds apart, revealing to his eyes what he'd only felt until now. He discovered a luscious pink channel that was stunning in its simplistic beauty. The flesh radiated with wet heat. He observed the tiny clitoris and the small orifice he'd already ejaculated inside. His milky cum continued to seep from her center.
Neil jerked as her wet mouth embraced his entire limp penis. It felt so good as she bathed his lifeless stem in her saliva. His hands grasped the front of her thighs and pulled her down, moving her pussy closer to his mouth. His lips and tongue curiously kissed and explored her magnificent flesh.
Sexual excitement slowly returned to their young, vibrant bodies. After a brief period of recovery, Neil's penis began to swell. It soon became larger than her eager mouth could consume in its entirety. Her pussy was leaking again with fresh essence, and her smell had become strong. His lips and chin were glazed with the flowing juice.
At Kristen's urging, they shifted into a missionary position. She reached a hand down and guided his inexperienced cock into place. He pushed forward, driving his penis beyond the opening. He exhaled in delight as her canal tightened around his stem. After several strokes she took all of him. He loved her with rabbit-like quickness, filling and refilling her core with his full length.
This time Neil had staying power, having cum once already. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he sank into her juicy center. Her hips rotated back and her thighs pinched together, grasping his waist. Her hips met each of his forward thrusts, slapping their bodies together. Her breasts bounced as her body rocked back and forth.
"Oh, Neil," she moaned as his cock filled her loins with tingling heat. "Yeah, baby. You feel so good. Keep going, don't stop."
As leaking juice soaked their sex, each forward thrust was accompanied by a noticeable squishing sound, like a boot sinking into ankle-deep mud. Neil was still surprised and amazed by the sensation of wet, hot, moving pressure surrounding his throbbing penis. He fucked her fast and hard, plunging into her pussy as deeply as he could reach. He loved the way she groaned and writhed beneath him. Neil enjoyed bringing his sister pleasure.
"Almost, baby... almost!" she whispered in a frantic voice.
For her part, Kristen clutched him harder and feverishly pumped her crotch against his driving prick. The squishing got louder as she seeped with fresh essence. Her face was reddened from the physical effort. Beads of sweat formed, rolling down their skin as the heat in their bodies rose higher. She was so close. Kristen enjoyed the intense tingling pressure in her lower belly that slowly multiplied.
It was the first time Neil was inside a girl when she climaxed. She was grunting and moaning aloud, fucking him furiously with her steamy core. There was a final gasp as her entire body stiffened. Her juicy love canal squeezed around his advancing penis as she suddenly erupted in violent spasms. Her body jerked and twitched wildly beneath him. Her voice breathlessly gasped and moaned aloud.
It seemed to last for several seconds, and then the crazy ride ended. His legs were getting fatigued and he slowed his brisk pace, now easing into her center. Kristen uncoiled her arms from around his neck and reached down. She grasped his ass cheeks, drawing him deeper inside as her hips pumped toward him. Neil took long strokes, withdrawing almost completely, then sliding as deeply as he could reach.
The long, relaxed loving soon had him on edge. Tingling pressure filled his loins like a heavy weight in his stomach. His balls ached for release. The head of his cock increased in sensitivity, and now as he glided in and out of her hot canal each motion had him twitching in delight. His semen began its rise. He grunted aloud as he pushed his cock deeply into her juicy core. As he strained to move deeper Neil jerked in climax, ejaculating a stream of cum into her belly. He took several shallow strokes, squirting every last drop his balls contained.
He looked down into her captivating blue eyes and smiled warmly. He sensed their shared love in the deep gaze. He lowered his head and kissed those incredible lips. Their mouths met in a gentle series of soft kisses.
"Sleep with me tonight," Kristen requested, hesitant to let him go.
"I will," Neil agreed.
At some point during their intimate encounter, he realized his feelings for her were stronger than his fear of being caught by his mom. Besides, he was almost finished with high school, and they were both eighteen and old enough to know what they wanted in life. They wanted each other.
As he got up from the bed, crossed the room, and extinguished the overhead light, Kristen cleared off the bed and pulled back the blankets. They met beneath the light bedspread and cuddled in the darkened room. He spooned her silky soft body from behind. The love they'd discovered defied logic, but it was much too powerful a force to control.
"I love you so much," Kristen whispered as she was comforted by his loving embrace.
He lightly kissed the side of her face. "I love you more."
A thought had been tugging at the back of his mind. Finally he felt comfortable enough being with her that he finally asked the question. "Are you... I mean, the first time we did it, were you, you know..."
Kristen giggled. "Was I a virgin?"
"Yeah," Neil confirmed.
Kristen hesitated. His voice sounded hopeful, as if he wanted her to reassure him that she was. But she hated the idea of building a blossoming new relationship on a foundation of deception. Honesty, she decided, was the best course of action.
"Yes," she heard herself lying. Kristen wasn't ready to complicate her new life. Not like this.
She closed her eyes and remembered that night of the last fight again. It brought tears to her eyes as she vividly recalled the vicious, hateful words her mother carelessly spouted.
...After dad stormed out of the house they both retreated to their rooms. Kristen slammed the bedroom door closed, collapsed onto her bed, and cried.
Kristen was gently awakened a few hours later by her dad, who had slipped back into the house. When he asked to sleep with her, she innocently agreed. He stripped down to his boxers and joined his daughter, who had just celebrated her eighteenth birthday days earlier. She loved her dad and was so afraid he'd leave her. Being able to hold him was an amazing opportunity at the low point in her life. It was such a great comfort feeling his warm body beside hers.
When she pleaded with him not to leave, he tried explaining how he felt emotionally and physically abandoned by mom, who relentlessly bombarded him with unfounded accusations of philandering. His life had become a living hell, and he had no intention of staying with mom. Kristen agreed, because her life was certainly no better than his, and in many ways was much more difficult. All she wanted was for him to take her when he left.
He kept complaining how lonely he was. His lips started kissing hers as a hand cupped a breast through the oversized shirt she wore. Kristen was so afraid that if she refused his advances, he'd leave for good. That prospect was more frightening to her than anything else.
When he sensed he had won her cooperation, his tongue pushed into her mouth. The wet muscles hesitantly entwined. When his hand squeezed on her mound harder, Kristen softly groaned and arched her back toward him. She was his for the taking. Their kissing turned passionate as the excitement intensified. Kristen was hot and quickly getting hotter. She felt the flowing wetness between her thighs. When her dad was erect he intentionally pressed his throbbing cock against her lower belly, enticing her with the feel of his manhood.
He gripped the bottom of her shirt and tugged it over her head. She recalled being swallowed by his arms and pulled against his warm, hard body. His darting tongue filled her mouth as hands next grasped her swells, fondling the mounds and swollen nipples. Tingling heat rippled through her aroused form.
The smell of her sex was readily apparent as juice soaked her pussy and dripped onto the bedding. His mouth retreated from hers and lowered, kissing its way down to a breast. His moist lips and flicking tongue devoured the aching nipple, fueling the fire in her loins. She moaned breathlessly into the night, overwhelmed by the powerful sensations that coursed through her awakened flesh. The intensity of her arousal was as surprising as it was undeniable.
He rolled her away from him and onto her left side. His hands guided her right leg up, planting it in a location that left her crotch readily accessible. She gasped as the head of his cock stabbed between the soft outer folds of her center. It slid up and down the narrow canyon before coming to a rest. The round tip anxiously pulsated at the entrance to her virtuous love chamber.
Kristen knew she was on the verge of womanhood. Her face grimaced as stinging pain accompanied the upward motion of his penis. The tight orifice stretched wide as he slipped inside. He speared through her cherry as he eagerly thrust deeper, forcing the narrow tunnel to conform to his larger size. She grunted and moaned in painful pleasure, bathing his prick in fresh juice laced with a hint of virginal blood.
He shattered her faith in him when he whispered into her ear, bragging how all the women at work loved the way he fucked. All the pieces fell into place; the fights and accusations, his claims of innocence, long office hours explained away with claims of work. Her mom had been right all along. And now he was nailing his own loving daughter, adding to his long list of conquests.
His unknowing confession sent Kristen emotionally reeling. She could still recall the feelings of betrayal and confusion. At the same time he was driving his swollen stem fully inside her juicy core. Tingling pleasure rippled through her flesh, ushering her to orgasm.
Despite all the turmoil that raged beneath the surface, she savored her first climax with a man. Her body erupted in frantic writhing and shocked gasps of delight. A surge of essence soaked her delicate pink folds as he glided into her core time and again. All she could think of was the incomprehensible joy of sexual release.
Even after the wondrous tingling dissipated, she quickly felt the feeling returning as her excitement mounted yet again. Kristen silently admitted her dad was good as he fucked her with all the skill he possessed. She concentrated on the pressure of his rapidly stroking cock pumping into her belly. All of the other concerns were temporarily shelved.
Her second orgasm was even better. She sensed its approach and enjoyed the wondrous ripples of delight. The breath was ripped from her lungs as she shuddered as never before. Juice flooded her pussy and soaked the sheets under Kristen's crotch. Daddy erupted shortly after, grunting aloud in relief as his penis injected cum inside her womb. He squirted into her several times before withdrawing.
As dad snored beside her, Kristen thought of her mom and dad's frequent arguments in the basement. Her mom was always moving the two gallon can of kerosene away from the washer and next to the gas water heater. He repeatedly told her how dangerous it was, and claimed that one day she'd kill them all...
"Not everyone, dad," Kristen whispered as Neil's sleeping body held hers. "Just the two that deserved it most."