Ripples On A Pond
Kevin sat on the weathered trunk of a felled tree that had been at the unnamed pond's edge for as long as he could remember. His solitary figure was set against a backdrop of beautiful Evergreens. A crop of short blonde hair sat on his head. His open shirt revealed a hairless, wonderfully etched chest. Shorts left his slender, muscular legs exposed.
It was his favorite spot. The pond was a quiet, private place that allowed him privacy to reflect, and to deceive. Its surface was always dead calm. Even driving rain caused barely a ripple.
He leaned over and picked up a rock, flipping it up and down against his palm several times as he carefully judged its weight. His eyes next glanced over at a handful of loose blue-lined pages. Small hand-printed words filled the lines. One uniform edge of the pages appeared shredded, as they had earlier been torn from a spiral notebook. He hesitated and exchanged the rock for a larger, heavier one. Satisfied, he picked up the loose pages and placed them on his lap. He placed the rock at the center of the pages, wrapping them tightly around the rock. With the practiced dexterity that only comes with considerable experience, he fished a length of twine from shirt pocket and quickly tied the manuscript around the rock.
He arose from his perch, stepped to the very edge of the water, and threw the package into the middle of the pond. It hit with a satisfying splash. Circular ripples traveled across the otherwise pristine surface. Tiny waves slapped against the rocky shore with diminishing intensity until all traces of the brief disruption were gone. His secret lazily sank to the bottom as gravity fought against buoyancy.
He silently wondered how many paper-shrouded rocks rested at the bottom of the pond. It took nothing more than a single drop of rain to fade the blue lines, but what of the ink? How many pages still retained readable traces of his fantasies? Should he have burned them instead? But certainly smoke would have drawn much more attention.
A shriek sounded from across the pond. He immediately recognized his sister's voice. Kevin slid off the tree and huddled behind it, remaining unseen. Once he spotted her tiny figure cloaked in white shorts and red top, his eyes closed. He didn't care about the girl chasing her. Kevin leaned against the stump facing away from the scene and listened to Carrie's sugar-sweet voice as she laughed aloud.
It wasn't long before he was erect. His swollen cock impatiently throbbed in his shorts. His heavy heart ached with emotional pain. He knew he wanted her. Carrie kept bringing home friends to tease and entice him. He loved her for that. But he also loved her for so much more. All the cute, sexy friends in bikinis and sexy clothes couldn't distract his attention from her.
His right hand moved down to his crotch. It rubbed on the erect bulge. Tingles rippled through his body as his palm moved over the head. He felt the wetness of his leaking semen. He glanced down, ensuring the thick seed was still captured by his underpants and had not yet soaked into his shorts. His soft groans spooked a flock of birds that flew from the trees in the direction of his sister. Alarmed and fearful of detection, he made himself smaller, conforming to the shape of the stump and hiding his spying form.
Confident of his privacy, Kevin anxiously unzipped his shorts and guided his hard penis into the fresh, pine-scented air. A pearl string of wetness extended from the front of his underpants to the head of his prick until the milky string broke, splattering upon his knuckles. His mind could see Carrie as clearly with eyes closed as with them open.
She was running, bare feet and toes sifting through the lush blades of infinitely green grass. The blades bent in the shape of her feet before returning upright. Kevin was in pursuit, toying with his younger eighteen year old sibling as he repeatedly let her escape his grasp. Finally he caught her, pulling her to the ground. She erupted in laughter as he grabbed her feet and tickled them.
After a few moments he began caressing the incredibly soft toes, moving his fingers between them. He massaged the wondrous human hoof. She lay staring up at the rich blue sky above and softly moaned in delight as his fingers fondled the ticklish skin. He intermittently tickled the bottom of a foot to hear her sweet laughter and feel her wild vibrations. As her body twitched in response the small, perky breasts jiggled temptingly under the thin red top. He admired the swells and protruding nipples as the shirt settled and betrayed their shape.
He returned his full attention to her right leg, which he pulled across his lap. It left her luscious thighs parted. As he looked toward her crotch, he noticed the leg of her white shorts shifted up. Through the opening he had a clear view of the right edge of her panties, where the elastic leg band protectively gripped the inner thigh. He could just barely detect the outline of her pussy lips.
As Kevin played out the fantasy like an interactive movie, his left hand encircled his fully erect penis and quickly stroked its full length. Small droplets of creamy seed collected at the round, glistening tip and intermittently dripped onto the ground below. His balls and stomach were filled with tingling pressure as his excitement quickly multiplied.
In his mind his hands gently caressed her feet and ankles, slowly advancing up her beautifully formed calf. He imagined how wonderfully smooth and warm her golden skin would feel under his fingertips. As he massaged the lower leg his eyes remained affixed to the teasing glimpse of her thin white panty crotch. After reaching her knee his fingers playfully danced up the inner thigh. They fondled a path halfway up before retreating, then returned, slowly inching higher.
As he neared the bottom edge of her shorts her body started quivering with forbidden desire. Receiving silent approval, his fingers dipped through the aperture in the leg of her shorts and lightly touched the outer folds of her center through the clothing. He could feel the wet heat emanating from her juicy core.
That was as far as his fantasy got. In the last few desperate seconds before climax he imagined himself lying between her thighs, tenderly thrusting the tip of his penis against her tiny orifice. He twitched and softly grunted as his semen rose. His cock was forcing the narrow juicy channel open. Her wetness bathed the head of his prick as it pushed inside, stretching her walls apart.
He jerked and exploded, ejaculating a stream of thick, milky cum onto the rocks near his feet. His hand furiously stroked his shaft as he ejaculated twice more, splattering semen at the pristine pond's edge. His eyes opened and glanced down at the seed he'd dispensed. Several ants were already at the edge of one creamy puddle, investigating the remnants of his fantasy. He could have squished them underfoot but thought better of it.
* * * * *
"Where is he?" Carrie asked herself as she and Alison chased one another around the clearing at the edge of the pond. She'd seen him earlier sitting on the tree and watched him throw a rock into the water. But where had he gone?
"This is lame," Alison complained, realizing her efforts to stimulate Kevin's interest weren't working. "I'm getting all tired and sweaty for no reason at all."
"Yeah, let's sit down by the water," Carrie suggested.
Once seated, her mind returned to thoughts of her twenty year old brother. Kevin seemed so distant lately. She started bringing cute friends home from school hoping they'd garner his attention, and Carrie hoped that she might benefit from the interaction as well. But nothing seemed to matter. That left a void in the pit of her stomach that never seemed to go away.
Carrie knew her brother was cute. And since she and her friends were still in senior high school and Kevin already graduated, the whole 'older guy' theme made them all even more interested in starting a relationship with him. But when he failed to respond to the provocative clothing and teasing hint of bared flesh, her friends were slowly losing interest. Alison was at that point now too. Carrie could sense it. It was both discouraging and frustrating.
"All he ever does is write in his stupid notebook anymore," Carrie complained out loud.
"Kevin?" Alison questioned.
"Yeah," she confirmed. "That's all he does. He's so different since he graduated last year, like his life has suddenly come to a stop or something. He totally ignores me. I don't know what his problem is."
"What does he write about?"
Carrie shrugged her shoulders. "I have no idea. I tried looking a few times but he's extremely secretive. When he's finished he tears out the pages and hides them from me. He must have a hundred stories written by now."
"Maybe they're not stories, maybe it's like a diary or something," Alison offered an alternate theory as her voice lowered to a whisper. "Or maybe he's a serial killer and he writes about the murders he's committed and draws gruesome pictures of his victims."
Carrie playfully shoved her friend, pushing her over. Alison briefly shrieked and giggled. As she did Carrie saw Kevin stand up, and she realized for the first time that he'd been hiding behind the tree stump the whole time. But doing what?
"There goes the ingrate now," Alison commented in a disappointed voice. "If he paid me a little attention he could get to second base his first time at bat."
Carrie gasped "You little slut! How many times have the guys scored with you, anyway?"
"I'm not a slut!" Alison countered defensively. "But I could be with him, that's all I'm saying. He's to die for."
"Yeah," Carrie agreed as she watched the lone, slender figure of her golden-topped brother circling around the pond.
She felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought of him getting anywhere with another girl. Her eyes moistened as she felt the emotionally painful emptiness inside her heart that used to be filled with his attention. Now he treated her like some outcast for reasons she couldn't possibly fathom. Where was his mind at lately? Why had he grown to hate her?
Carrie had expected Kevin to make a bee-line for the house, but instead he continued to follow the contours of the pond and began closing the distance between them. Her heart skipped a beat with nervous anxiety. She jealously looked over at Alison, who lied back on the grass and thrust up her chest to show off her bosom. Carrie cringed, thinking the pose would be as inviting to Kevin as honey to a bear. Burning anger filled Carrie's heart as her body tensed with rage. She didn't know what she'd do if her brother made a play for Alison at this emotional moment.
But he didn't make a play for anyone. Kevin simply walked past his sister, slapped her on top of the head, and said "Find your own life, shithead, and stop getting in the middle of mine."
The words stung, but Carrie's heart soared as he paid her a little attention for the first time in several months. She couldn't suppress the wide grin of happiness that formed on her lips.
"I have a life, you're the loser," she shot back, disguising the joy she felt.
Kevin smiled with relief. He was so afraid that Carrie would discover his true feelings for her if he maintained the close relationship they used to have. When the fantasies started he couldn't risk being around her, not the way they used to be. Withdrawing was the only way he could maintain his secret double life, loving her with all his heart from a distance as he pretended to be just an older brother.
"He is a loser," Alison agreed, feeling hurt as he continued to ignore her. She saw the proverbial writing on the wall and abandoned her lingering hopes. "I guess I'll get going. See you at school on Monday."
Carrie turned her head in Kevin's direction, watching as he topped the hill and disappeared from view. But in her mind he wasn't gone at all. Instead, he circled back and joined Carrie, sitting down beside her at the pond's shore. He asked questions about school, about her life in general, and sounded genuinely interested like he used to as she shared everything with him.
She fantasized that her right hand accidentally touched his left. The contact sent electric-like jolts through her freshly awakened form. His pinky finger tentatively hooked around hers. She treasured the special bond they shared. When his fingers entwined with hers in a loving embrace, she shuddered with excitement. There was so much she wanted to tell him. She imagined baring her soul, telling Kevin how much she missed their special friendship, and how she wanted more. So much more; needed more.
After her confession their eyes locked in a deep, passion-filled gaze. As badly as Carrie wanted to kiss him, she hesitated to see if the feeling was mutual. When he leaned toward her their mouths met in a magical first kiss that sent shivers coursing through her flesh. Just thinking about it triggered a chill that hardened her nipples that strained beneath her top.
"What do you write about?" Carrie wondered. "What secrets are you hiding?"
* * * * *
"Can you take the garbage out?" her mom asked.
Carrie instantly protested. "That's Kevin's job!"
"Kevin's not here, you are. Don't fight with me!" her mom exclaimed in an angry voice aggravated by other causes.
Despite her reluctance Carrie lifted the white plastic bag from the receptacle, located the built-in ties, and cinched the top of the bag closed. She lifted the bag from the receptacle and replaced it with a fresh bag. That was when she noticed the notebook at the top of the discarded bag. Overwhelmed with curiosity, Carrie stretched the closed bag open enough to retrieve the notebook. It was her first clue to Kevin's mysterious life.
She stuffed the notebook into a nearby cabinet and carried the laden bag to a dark green canister that rested at the top of the driveway. Hiding her excitement, she returned to the cabinet and carefully retrieved the notebook as if it was a treasured historical document. After returning to the privacy of her bedroom Carrie opened the thin cardboard cover and revealed a single empty, blue-lined page.
Carrie's heart fell until the light of day that filtered in through the window revealed the impressions of a writing instrument. She selfishly clutched the empty notebook to her chest and hoped that it would reveal something, anything. She frantically searched for a pencil, finding one. But the tip was short and worn. She looked through several drawers trying to find a sharpener. With a pounding heart she grasped a sharp knife and whittled away the wooden shaft that encased the lead. In her haste the blade sliced the skin of a finger several times.
"No!" she protested her slow progress as she licked away a drop of blood.
Once the lead was exposed she carefully rubbed it across the page. The story slowly presented itself. Carrie gasped in shock as she suddenly realized what Kevin had been writing about this whole time.
'...tells her he loves her. She smiles back at him and they kiss. He reaches up, feeling a boob through her blouse. It feels great. He squeezes harder. She likes him touching her this way. He squeezes both of them. She's getting hot, really horny now. I know she wants me...'
"Who is 'she'?" Carrie whispered in rhetoric. "Some fantasy girl, or a real person? Guys only fantasized about girls that were inaccessible, right?"
She reclined on her bed, staring up at the ceiling as she desperately tried to make a connection between the mysterious girl and her brother, but nobody came to mind. She instead imagined it was herself as she reread the incomplete passage. After several minutes it was practically committed to memory. She closed her eyes and lived out his fantasy.
"Kevin, I love you so much," she whispered, pretending he was lying beside her.
Saying the words didn't feel like an act to her at all. Hearing her own confession opened her mind to the true emotions that were harbored in her heart. A surge of adrenaline coursed through her, triggered by a thrilling rush of excitement. Her eyes closed as hands grasped and squeezed her breasts through the top that hid them. The nipples immediately swelled as tingling warmth filled her youthful loins. Her awakened body ached with desire as her palms and fingers fondled the perky swells and throbbing tips.
Tapping on her door startled Carrie. Her body tensed as her eyes opened and looked in the direction of the noise. As she did, she saw the door opening. Her hands immediately pulled away from her breasts.
Kevin poked his head inside the partially opened doorway. He noticed her red shirt was bunched up around her mounds and he couldn't miss the obvious rise of her erect nipples. The upward movement of her top left her lower belly exposed. He froze for just a moment as he drank in the stunning beauty of the sight. His cock anxiously stirred. When she followed his gaze to her breasts, Carrie realized her predicament. She quickly smoothed out the shirt and covered her exposed midriff, but the action emphasized her swollen nipples even more. Her face flushed red in embarrassment.
"I just wanted to say thanks for taking out the garbage," he told her.
"Yeah, no problem," she replied, wanting the humiliating moment to end.
He hesitated, as if considering saying something more. When her face showed the aggravation she felt, Kevin thought better of it and closed the door.
Carrie covered her face with both hands and scolded herself. "You idiot! It's the first time he's said anything nice to you in months, and all you can do is push him away? You should've sat up on the bed and invited him in. Stupid, stupid, stupid!"
As she got up off her bed Carrie noticed his binder was lying open at the foot, her light pencil markings revealing the words he'd written on the page above. "Oh, my God! Please tell me he didn't see that!"
But in reality, she didn't think it was possible for him not to see it. That explained his hesitation in the doorway and the sensation that he had more to say until something changed his mind. That something was probably his notebook, in her room, showing up right as he took a tentative step closer toward her with heartfelt thanks. And she was there to sink a knife into his back as repayment.
Her heart sank lower than she thought possible as stabbing emotional pain crushed any hope she had of rekindling their lost relationship. Carrie curled up into a fetal position and stared out the window as hot tears spilled down her face.
* * * * *
Kevin couldn't get his mind off the sight of his sister. When his mom angrily commanded him to thank her for doing his job, he reluctantly consented and went to her room. He was so glad he did. She looked like a goddess lying there on her bed. It was the sexiest she'd ever looked. Her hair was in slight disarray, her eyes had a steamy appearance, and the sight of her perky mounds and large nipples rising up from her chest was incredible. And the way her shirt was bunched up exposing her smooth, flat stomach, only added to the erotic vision.
In that brief moment he considered confessing his feelings for her. He wanted to tell her that he loved and admired her, but he didn't know how to say it without risking everything or sounding like some wimpy dork. He was so afraid to put his emotions on the line, fearing he'd be shunned. But keeping them bottled up inside was growing increasingly difficult. And one day soon she could go off to college and be starting a life of her own, and he would never know if they could've shared something very special.
He returned to her room several more times, hesitating at the door as he tried to summon up the courage to knock. Kevin knew he didn't have to commit in advance to a complete confession. He could just knock, say something, and see where things went. But he didn't have the guts, not even to knock.
He was hoping to run into Carrie at dinnertime but she was noticeably absent. Afterwards Butch showed up with his sister Tina. She drove down from an out of state college she attended for the weekend. Butch was the same age as Kevin, and his sister was two years older. And she looked just as hot as ever.
Kevin had a thing for Tina ever since puberty, but she was always busy dating older guys and rarely even acknowledged his existence. This time was different, though. She was all smiles as she greeted him with a brief kiss and a hug, as if they were old friends.
Tina looked exceptional in tight black jeans and a tight sleeveless white top. The jeans emphasized her long, shapely legs and hips while her ample breasts formed sexy swells under the blouse. He always found her cat-like yellow eyes incredibly sexy, especially in contrast with her long jet-black hair.
He showed them out back. Butch carried a cooler along as they walked down toward the pond. A rock-lined fire pit had been built near the water's edge years earlier and had served as a focal point for many parties. This night would be no different.
Carrie heard muffled voices coming from out back. The sun had set and it was getting dark, so she turned off the overhead light and opened the curtains. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness she could see her brother with Butch and some woman Carrie didn't recognize. She felt a twinge of jealousy and the aching pit in her stomach tightened. She longed to join them. Before, her mom forbade it because she'd been too young. Now she was eighteen, but the cruel twist of fate left her feeling too ashamed to face him.
But that didn't keep her from spying on the trio. Carrie quietly opened the window several inches so she could listen in.
After Kevin started a fire he announced that he was going to find some wood to keep it going. The girl ran up to him, placed her left hand into his right, and walked off with him. She was acting like his girlfriend, which made Carrie feel both jealous and curious. Where had she come from all of a sudden?
Outside, Kevin was surprised by the unexpected company. The fingers of their hands intertwined, like two lovers on a romantic moonlit walk. He was mildly shocked by her sudden display of affection, especially considering she had a steady boyfriend back on campus.
"It's so beautiful here," Tina said in a sweet, longing voice as she stopped and looked at the hills beyond the pond. "So quiet and peaceful. I miss this area."
When she leaned her head on his shoulder, the fruity scent of her shampoo overcame the crisp pine smell. His penis stirred, provoked by the soft warmth of her body.
"The last few years you totally ignored me, and now it's like you're my girlfriend," he commented, confused by the turnaround.
"That's what we do, we ignore the ones we like," Tina revealed. "And boys are supposed to tease and abuse us, like pull our hair and other mean things. Things you never did. That's how we know who likes us back."
Kevin reflected on his recent unkind treatment of Carrie, and how she seemed to be ignoring him lately. Was it possible Carrie could love him like he did her?
"Hey, are you in there?" she asked as she knocked on the top of his head in an effort to regain his full attention. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm throwing myself at you. Do you get it now?"
It was like finally getting the Christmas present he desperately wanted for years, but after he was too old to appreciate it. Still, Kevin was a guy. Although her admission didn't trigger any great emotion in his heart, she was an admittedly gorgeous outlet for his repressed sexual energy.
He smiled. "Yeah, I get it."
Tina giggled like the teenager she used to be. "How long until the fire goes out?"
Kevin shrugged his shoulders in uncertainly. "Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes."
"If you can catch me, you can have me." She sprinted into the darkness, toward the silently beckoning woods.
He wondered if she had intended to make it so easy for him. Each time one of her heels struck the ground, a small red light was emitted from the back of her tennis shoe. He stood motionless for several seconds, laughing at the glowing trail she left behind. Then he took off in pursuit. It wasn't long before he caught up. Instead of pulling her to the ground he roughly yanked on her long black mane.
Her forward momentum was slowed, accompanied by a surge of stinging pain that jolted her body. When her center of balance shifted she fell backward onto her lovely ass. A tree branch stabbed an ass cheek, causing another brief sting of pain.
"You asshole!" she angrily exclaimed.
"I pulled your hair like I'm supposed to, right?" he responded.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean a girl likes it!"
She reached up and pulled him to the ground by his belt. He feigned a dramatic and painful collapse across her wondrous lap. He found himself looking up at an absolute angel, with a full moon as a halo. The childhood pain of rejection instantly melted away as his heart surged with emotion; his deep affection for Tina, and his powerful love for Carrie. Backlit by the moon he couldn't see the wide, caring smile on her adorable face.
"Fuck me," she giggled.
Her choice of wording wasn't lost on Kevin. This was nothing more than a sexual act, a simple and brief consummation of newfound friendship, and nothing more. He was comfortable with that.
Kevin was looking up at her. He reached his hands underneath the front of her sleeveless blouse. As she laughed the hands traveled up, gently cupping the breasts he'd dreamed of for so long. He caressed the sizeable globes of warm flesh and ran his index fingers over the throbbing tips. His cock filled with blood and the numerous wrinkles disappeared as he grew in anticipation. Kevin savored the silky soft feel of her luscious swells. It was so much better than he could have ever imagined.
Tina's yellow eyes closed as she softly groaned. Her back arched, eagerly pressing her breasts harder into his palms. Kevin's penis swelled in his pants and ached for release. He rolled the pulsating nipples between his fingers as he squeezed the smooth mounds. She grasped the bottom of her blouse and pulled it off, exposing herself to his affection.
Her right hand reached for his crotch. She teasingly rubbed on the hard bulge, moaning in excitement as she pictured what the penis looked like. Her fingers pulled the zipper down its track and struggled with the fastener. After a brief fight his pants loosened. Her fingers moved inside the opening and tugged the front of his underpants down. His cock sprung free from the confining clothing.
"I wish you would've pulled my hair a long time ago," she lamented as her eyes fixated on his gorgeous stiff prick. The bulbous head was moist with seeping semen and was truly a sight to behold. "You could've had me so many times."
"Yeah, me too," he admitted as he thought of all those times his heart ached for her withheld attention.
Her right hand gently fondled his hard shaft. Soft fingers glided up and down the narrow column, coaxing thick seed to the surface of his tip. She leaned over his reclined body and moved her mouth to his prick. She eased it between her lips. The taste of him quickly filled her mouth as his cock slid to the back of her throat. Tina knew time was short, so her mouth made just a few quick vertical motions. She felt his penis surge in size as her darting tongue danced over the pulsating surface, bathing it in warm saliva.
When her mouth pulled away, Kevin moved into a kneeling position in front of her and anxiously worked at unfastening her pants. She leaned back, lying on a bed of grass and twigs as he worked the button and zipper open. As he pulled the pants and panties down her slender legs, she kicked herself free of the cumbersome clothing. Her thighs spread far apart, and he excitedly occupied the space between them.
"I can't believe we're actually doing this," he commented in surprise.
"The only shame of it is, we could've been all along," she said with a lighthearted giggle. "Fuck me with that thing, will you?"
His right hand supported his swollen cock as he slowly inched forward into position. Tina softly gasped as she felt the tip pressing against her juicy outer folds. He wiggled the head up and down before sinking between the lips and into her luscious hot slit.
"Oh yeah, Kevin, your cock feels so good," she whispered into the darkening night as they assumed the missionary position.
The rounded tip shifted up and down the juice-slick canyon before falling into position at the small doorway to her vagina. He hesitated, pressing his throbbing cock at the opening but not sinking it into her.
"Come on, baby, fuck me," she eagerly pleaded. "Give me all you got. Please, I need..."
He suddenly thrust his hips forward and penetrated deeply into her, stopping Tina in mid sentence. Her pussy enveloped him with steamy wetness. Her voice groaned aloud as he began fucking her wondrous form. As his body slammed into hers the ample breasts that topped her chest jiggled wildly. Their bodies quickly fell into a natural rhythm. Her long legs wrapped around his slender waist and her hips excitedly fucked him back.
"You feel fantastic," Kevin admitted as he buried his cock completely inside of her core. The canal walls wrapped tightly around his moving penis, providing wonderful pressure in combination with an amazing wet heat.
"Suck a nipple," she breathlessly requested.
He lowered his head to a breast and drew a rubbery pink tip into his mouth. He roughly sucked and nibbled on the nub as he rammed his cock fully inside her center. Her soft moans grew louder as the added stimulation intensified her excitement. The cool air that surrounded them carried off the heat generated by their physical efforts, but before long perspiration formed on their bodies.
"Oh, baby, you fuck real good," she confirmed his sexual prowess in a breathless whisper. "Oh, that feels great. Just a little harder, I'm getting close."
He balled her with long, hard, deep strokes. His juice-soaked stem enthusiastically pumped into her love canal, splattering her with leaking wetness as it collected on the delicate outer folds. Her slender body twitched and writhed beneath him. Her groaning grew louder the closer he moved her to orgasm. He bit down on the nipple in his mouth, smiling to himself as she cried out in protest from the jolt of stinging pain.
Her body stiffened in climax before erupting in powerful spasms of delight. Her legs and arms tightened their hold around him as her entire body quaked in orgasm. Her chamber walls gripped his sliding cock as she savored the intense tingling pleasure of sexual release. He felt a fresh surge of wetness soaking his genitals at the peak of her joyful moment, which quickly faded and left her tired and out of breath.
"This rocky ground is killing my back," she finally complained, unable to take it any longer. "Let me get up."
Kevin stood and helped her up. Once Tina's eyes fixated on his glistening cock she knelt before him. Her eyes had since adjusted and in the light of the rising moon she could see pearl strings of cum dripping from his hard shaft. She eagerly licked the messy wetness from his penis and commenced to blow him. Her mouth felt wonderful as the pursed lips swiftly glided back and forth along his stem. He twitched as the sensitized head moved over her tongue and against her velvet-smooth throat.
His hands grabbed a horizontal branch overhead, lifted himself up, and draped his thighs over her shoulders. His impressive arm muscles flexed as he easily lifted the weight of his slender frame. He began swinging back and forward, driving his cock to the back of her throat Tarzan-style. He playfully howled like the leopard-skin cloaked jungle hero as he was enthusiastically devoured.
Tina's muffled giggles sounded as she found his surprising antics amusing. She grabbed his firm buttocks to steady and time his movements with both hands and sucked hard on the pulsating member. Thick seeping cum leaked into her mouth and was hungrily swallowed.
After a few minutes her wondrous mouth was drawing the seed from his balls. Kevin groaned in delight as tingling pressure filled his lower torso. He lifted his legs off her shoulders and dropped to a standing position. Both hands grasped the back of her head as he furiously fucked her mouth. The rising of his semen felt so much better with her than alone, but even with Tina his thoughts shifted to his sister as he climaxed.
He grunted aloud and overfilled her luscious orifice with a rush of hot cum. He ejaculated several brief streams of seed. What she couldn't swallow dripped from the edges of her bottom lip and down her chin. She delighted in his orgasm, tightly gripping his ass cheeks and pulling him forward against her face. When he was finished she leaned back and sat on the ground, smiling up at him.
"See what you've been missing?" she asked in a rhetoric statement.
As he nodded, she swept the thick traces of semen back into her mouth and in a sexy display she swallowed his cum.
"We better get dressed and find some wood," he reminded her.
Tina agreed. They barely made it back to the fire pit in time. The flames were gone and only a bed of hot ashes remained. Butch eyed them suspiciously but didn't vocalize his suspicion that something had happened in the dark woods. Kevin placed a few select pieces of recovered wood on the fire and stoked the flames. Tina dropped her load nearby and announced that she was going to walk up to the house and use the bathroom.
Tina had been inside only a couple of times in the past, but when she encountered Carrie in the hallway she instantly knew who she was.
"Hi, Carrie," Tina greeted the younger girl.
"Hi," she responded politely, but the look on her face made it apparent that Carrie didn't know her.
"I'm Tina, Butch's older sister," Tina introduced herself. "I'm just here for the weekend. I go to college out of state. How come you're not outside with us?"
Carrie was unsure how to respond. How could she tell a practical stranger that she was madly in love with her older brother, made a complete fool of herself, and was still too ashamed to face him? So, she lied. "Oh, I don't know. I didn't really know."
"Hang on a second, I'll be right out and we can walk down the hill together," Tina quickly decided.
What Carrie couldn't know was the thoughts running through Tina's mind. She was quite taken with the younger sister. She was definitely a doll, and Tina had a very open mind when it came to sex. "Anything that feels good with anyone that looks good' was her motto regarding casual sexual encounters. 'And even sometimes when it hurts' was a caveat she later added.
After cleaning up at the bathroom sink, she found Carrie as she passed by her open bedroom door. "Ready?"
As Tina looked through the portal she saw the cute blonde laying across her bed on her back, staring up vacantly at the ceiling. She walked to the bed and sat on the edge, enjoying the view of Carrie's slender body. She was especially attracted to the swell of her breasts and outlined nipples that were apparent through her top. She easily envisioned herself making out with the teen and playing with her boobs. And, if Carrie was open-minded, maybe she could even get into her panties. That thought alone hardened Tina's nipples.
"What's wrong?" Tina asked in a concerned voice as she switched gears from seductress to an older-sister role. "Oh, nothing I can explain, that's for sure," Carrie replied.
Tina understood the signs of guy problems, as she'd weathered her fair share of them. And she knew there wasn't much anyone else could do to help. It was something that simply had to be endured for as long as the pain and frustration lasted.
"Come on," Tina said as she grabbed an arm and started tugging her off the bed. "You're coming outside with me. Butch brought beer and a bag of weed. Trust me, there's nothing that can be wrong that getting drunk or high can't fix, at least for tonight. And I won't take no for an answer."
After several attempts Tina finally dislodged Carrie from the bed. The girls walked side by side as they left the house and walked down the hill where a fire raged in the pit. Yellow flames leapt up from the dry kindling as it was consumed. Tina's right hand brushed against Carrie's several times. Tina tingled excitedly each time they did. The fourth time she gently grasped Carrie's left hand and threaded her soft fingers between Carrie's. Carrie was initially surprised by the gesture but quickly warmed to the older girl. Within minutes they were acting like old friends.
When Kevin finished feeding the fire he turned around and saw Carrie opening a can of beer. He tensed at her presence there and suddenly became nervous. His sister never crashed his parties, she knew better than that. Tina noticed his reaction and pointed a finger at herself, admitting that she was the reason why Carrie was there.
"Yo, dude," Butch said as he passed a small pipe and disposable lighter to Kevin, briefly distracting him.
Kevin accepted the offer as he gave Carrie a suspicious sidelong glance. He intentionally shifted his gaze from Carrie to Tina as he held the pipe to his lips and simultaneously sucked and lit the contents in the small pipe bowl. Although little smoke was visible, after he expelled the contents of his lungs moments later an acrid-smelling white cloud hovered around him like a thin mist. Butch retrieved and repacked the bowl, and then passed the pipe and lighter to Tina.
"Ready?" Tina asked Carrie.
Carrie was caught off-guard. "For what?"
The grin on Tina's face told Carrie that her new friend had something up her sleeve. "Just stay close."
Tina filled her lungs with the illicit smoke. A few seconds later she leaned toward Carrie. After their lips formed an airtight seal, Tina shared the smoke with her new friend. Afterwards Tina followed the smoke with her hot, darting tongue. The two girls shared a brief but erotic embrace. When their mouths separated Carrie emptied her lungs and replaced it with fresh air as she coughed several times. A slight buzzing sensation settled in her head that made her feel good.
The pipe made several more rounds. Each time Carrie's buzz intensified and the duration of Tina's tongue kissing with her lengthened. As the drug took effect, inhibitions and self control evaporated and sexual desire multiplied. They were laughing aloud as comical tales were revealed. Several times Carrie found herself drawn into Kevin's deep gaze, sharing a moment of solitary affection. When he smiled at her Carrie felt elated and redeemed, as if forgiven for her thoughtless transgressions. But the invisible wall between them remained firmly in place.
A few hours later they called it a night. Butch and Kevin each grabbed an end of the cooler and headed back up the hill towards the car. Tina and Carrie followed behind. Tina hugged them each goodbye and then Butch left with his sister.
"That was fun!" Carrie enthusiastically announced.
"Yeah," Kevin agreed in a depressed, detached tone.
The tension between them became heavy. Neither wanted to end the night, but each was afraid of taking the first leap, unsure of how the other felt or what they were thinking. As they approached the front door of the house they both simultaneously reached out for the handle. Their hands touched.
"I'm sorry..." Carrie instinctively announced as their hands collided, and then added "...for everything."
His emotions were released like a floodgate. He placed everything precariously on the line and confessed ""I love you so much."
Carrie's eyes grew moist as the words settled into her numbed mind and she realized what he was admitting to. She tilted her head to one side as she grasped at understanding, and a wide smile formed when she did. "Really? I Love you too."
He tentatively leaned toward her, and she toward him. Their soft lips met and lightly kissed once before retreating. They both tingled with excitement in the wake of the brief meeting. They looked at one another in nervous joy, each observing the reaction of the other as guarded happiness filled their young hearts. Carrie chewed on her lower lip and looked down at the ground. She could see his crotch in her peripheral vision. The pulsating bulge in his jeans was strong evidence of his desire for her.
He tenderly grasped her chin and lifted her head. Her eyes closed as his lips covered hers and his shifting tongue pushed into her mouth. He moved her back against the front door as their wet muscles passionately entwined in a kiss that was years in the making. The two snaking tendrils anxiously rubbed together and explored the warm, moist caverns. His hands tenderly caressed her face. Carrie softly moaned into his mouth as her nipples swelled with passion, restlessly aching and throbbing against the front of her shirt.
She so enjoyed being swept into his warm arms. It was the moment she'd fantasized about for so long, in so many different scenarios. And none of them compared to the simple but incredibly romantic way that it finally did happen.
"I've wanted this for so long," she whispered between kisses.
"Me too," he admitted. "Can I...touch you?"
"I'd like that."
Her back arched as a hand reached beneath her top and cupped a smooth breast. His palm and fingers eagerly fondled the firm, fleshy swell. He teased the rubbery tip between his fingers, gently twisting and pinching on the hard peak. She kissed him harder as the tingling warmth in her loins multiplied. Her arms coiled around his neck, pulling him tighter against her awakened body. She could feel his erect penis throbbing insistently upon her lower belly, teasing her with its proximity.
His second hand joined the first and he squeezed on both of her breasts and toyed with both nipples. Her moaning grew louder as her pussy juiced up. The smell of her sex drifted up as the wetness soaked through her clothing. She trembled excitedly as her fully awakened form savored the sensations of tingling heat that shifted through her core like ripples on a pond.
"Oh!" she breathlessly exclaimed as passion and desire quickly consumed them.
Carrie was desperate for release. Her hands reached down and tugged at the front of his jeans in a frustrating attempt to get to his hard cock. Patience prevailed and she gasped in relief when the button released and the denim fabric went limp. She located the tab of the zipper and pushed it down. Her soft, quivering fingers reached down the front of his underpants and touched a man for the first time.
"Oh my God, that feels so good," she moaned in surprise as her fingers moved around the hard, hot, pulsating stem.
She giggled in delight as she felt the shaft growing in size as a surge of passion embraced him. The tips of her fingers tentatively explored his genitals, gliding up and down the full length, rubbing on the oozing tip, and gently fondling his hairy balls. It was the most intimate and wonderful thing she'd ever experienced and nearly moved her to tears.
The hands on her breasts moved down over her belly to the top of her shorts. She felt a sharp jerk as he unfastened the button and unzipped the front of her clothing. Carrie trembled with nervous fear as his fingers moved under the top of her panties and descended to her fur-covered love mound. They sifted through the curls of hair and sampled the warmth of her flesh.
Her body stiffened as she felt his fingers sinking deeper into her panties. She shuddered in wondrous delight as he touched her juice-slick outer folds and hesitantly explored the sensitive skin. He felt her twitching and heard her groaning as he curiously rubbed on the pussy. A middle finger worked between the lips and into the narrow canyon within. He heard her breathing turn frantic as essence seeped from her stimulated core.
"I want you inside me," she told him in no uncertain terms.
"Really?" Kevin questioned in surprise as all of his fantasies were unexpectedly turning into reality.
Carrie pushed the front of his pants and shorts down, releasing his restrained prick. They both excitedly pushed her white shorts and panties down to her knees, revealing her smooth, slender thighs. His upright penis slid between her legs and throbbed against the wet outer folds. Juice bathed his swollen cock as it moved back and forth along the edges of her lips. When he elevated the tip it speared between the lips and rubbed along the bottom of her hot slit.
"Uh! Oh!" Carrie cried out as she marveled at the erotic delight his shifting penis generated in her aroused form.
He didn't have an angle that allowed entry, but he continued pumping the top side of his cock along her steamy canyon. The motion stimulated her enlarged clitoris, creating exciting waves of tingling pleasure. Her center kept seeping with essence that dripped from her lips onto the lowered clothing.
"Oh please, Kevin, love me!" she impatiently requested.
He guided her away from the front door and to a closed window that flanked the doorway. He positioned her hands palms down on the wide cement window sill, and then clutched the bottom of her knees. With her shorts and panties still just below the knees, he raised and rotated her body up and back. Her calves rested on his right shoulder with her virtuous yet ripe pussy ready for the taking. As she clung to the window sill for support the back of her head leaned on the glass window. Kevin eased the head of his penis between the wet petals. After a few hesitant moments the bulbous tip slid into position, pulsating at the tiny doorway.
"Oh, my God, this is really happening!" she moaned in shocked disbelief.
"Is it okay?" he questioned, both aroused and nervous.
"Don't stop!"
His hips thrust forward, stretching the fleshy doorway and widening the aperture. Her breathless gasps sounded as his cock penetrated, tearing away the thin membrane of her innocence. It advanced beyond, exploring the wondrous chamber of her physical love.
"Yes! Yes!" Carrie proclaimed as tears of joy and wonder ran down her reddened cheeks.
He pierced deeper. His steel-hard stem forced the tight canal walls apart in his quest for Carrie's womb. Her muscle stretched wide as his cock drove forward. He was surrounded by amazing wet heat and pressure. It felt incredible as he entered his sister for the first time. His cock and balls intensely tingled and throbbed with excitement. He could feel every detail of her chamber as his sensitized head traveled back and forth within her.
Kevin was loving his sister, not fucking her as he did Tina. They shared a strong emotional bond, now strengthened by their physical coupling. He slowly thrust forward, easing half of his length into the wondrous canal. His penis retreated, the shaft dripping with Carrie's seeping wetness and bloody traces of her innocence. He gently advanced, deeper this time, as he tenderly opened her tight core. She moaned with each rhythmic forward motion, and recovered her breath as his cock backed out.
They loved one another body and soul in a magical erotic dance. There were no words to describe the heart-rending beauty of their embrace. Their long-suppressed desire made the moment sweeter than either of them could have anticipated.
Carrie wasn't sure how much more her body could take as stinging jolts of pain accompanied the tingling delight. Finally he sank into her with his full size. When she felt his hairy orbs lazily slap against her crotch, she knew she'd taken all of him.
With her back flush against the front window, her body folded nearly in half and her shorts constraining her lower legs, Kevin withdrew until only his head remained inside. For the first time in her short life she experienced the wonder of a man filling her aching void from the opening to the hilt in one graceful and loving stroke. She shuddered and groaned in amazed delight as she felt his pulsating stem filling her completely. He lovingly licked the salty tears that streaked her rosy cheeks. When he drew back too far his penis was ejected from her juicy chamber. As he re-entered and filled her again, the pleasure of the act intensified. Carrie was overwhelmed by a shuddering train of delightful tingling waves.
Beads of perspiration formed on her flushed face as he repeatedly moved inside of her canal. The vibration of his persistent motions teased her sensitized clitoris and triggered wondrous pleasure. Her tight canal clenched around his penis, eager for his seed. Thick cum seeped from the smooth round tip as Kevin's excitement continued to build. His balls ached as they prepared to expend their contents.
"Almost there," she whispered.
As he pumped into her juicy core, a powerful orgasm embraced her. She briefly tensed, then erupted into uncontrollable spasms of ecstasy. Her soft moans became cries as she shuddered against her brother. Essence leaked from her pussy, bathing them both in hot wetness before dripping from her folds and onto the porch. After several seconds the intense pleasure peaked and dissipated, leaving Carrie breathless and in complete awe.
"That was incredible," she announced in the aftermath of the single most memorable moment in her entire life.
Kevin was getting close, and he didn't miss a beat. His cock plunged deeply into his beautiful younger sister, straining to reach as deeply as possible. His fast strokes slowed down as he grew fatigued. Each forward motion had purpose, and when his crotch slapped against hers he struggled to go still deeper. Carrie gasped and groaned aloud as she felt him penetrating slightly more, filling her channel with pulsating pressure.
Carrie moaned "That's right, baby, I want you to cum. Yeah, give it to me. Come on, Kevin, fill me with your cum."
His long strokes changed to short ones as his cock surged with blood and his semen began to rise. He shuddered in pleasure as the sensitized head took short strokes along her steamy channel. The wet, hot pressure that surrounded him felt so great. He slid back an inch or two then thrust fully inside, repeating the slow stroke over and over.
He gasped in joy as his semen moved closer. Finally he was at the verge. His loins were filled with pressure and tingling excitement. He twitched and ejaculated a stream of semen into her belly. He maintained the thrusts, twitching several more times. His balls emptied their contents and his cock head planted the seed deeply inside her body. When it was over he looked into her eyes in a shared, silent gaze of love and admiration.
"I love you," he whispered first.
"Love you too," she responded with tear-filled eyes.
* * * * *
For Carrie, being with her older brother sexually was a dream come true. But that night as she lay in bed, she couldn't sleep. That was unnatural for her. And she knew why; she missed Kevin. Now that they'd become lovers, she ached to be with him. Her heart longed for his loving touch, even if only to hear his reassuring breathing and feel the warmth of his body next to hers as she rested in his arms.
The house had been silent for several hours. Her parents were in bed asleep, as was Kevin, she suspected. She quietly left the comfort of her bed and crept to her bedroom door. She turned the knob. Her heart was racing with nervous excitement as she slowly pulled the door open. The breath caught in her throat when a creak sounded. She opened it just enough to allow her to leave the room.
She paused in the hallway, making sure the noise hadn't alarmed anyone. She stood as if frozen in the dark corridor for several frantic moments. Once reassured she moved to the door of Kevin's room and turned the knob. She hoped that it wasn't locked, for if it was she knew her heart would be broken. When the door shifted away from the frame, a surge of joyous elation filled her body. She wanted to cry out in happiness, but instead softly gasped.
Once inside, she slipped out of her night gown. She didn't want anything to come between her and her brother. Not any more. Carrie knew the layout and didn't need any light to know where his bed was. Once she reached the closest side of the mattress she blindly groped for the sheets. She was trembling with nervous apprehension as she slipped beneath the covers and felt the warmth of his bed enveloping her. She pulled the blankets up to her neck. The pain of separation melted away as she heard his slow sleep-breathing.
Realizing he was on his left side facing her, Carrie rolled over onto her left side and pressed the back of her body against his front. She carefully draped his limp right arm over her stomach, and then moved it up until it supported the bottom curvature of her breasts. Carrie wanted him to know that she would always be sexually available to him, night or day.
As she lay beside him she listened to his rhythmic breathing, felt his warm breath on a bare shoulder and the rising and falling of his chest upon her back. She loved being there with him and quickly drifted off to sleep.
She didn't know what time it was when kisses roused Carrie from her restful slumber, but it was still dark. His soft lips teasingly kissed the exposed right side of her neck. She cringed and giggled when his mouth accidentally found a ticklish spot at the base.
"It sounds like I'm not the only one awake," Kevin said.
"I thought I'd surprise you," she briefly explained the reason for her presence in his bed.
He reached down and grasped her right leg behind the knee and raised it up. His hand moved between her silky smooth thighs and sifted through the curls of hair before descending. Her body stiffened. She gasped when he stroked her outer folds.
"Somebody is getting wet," he teased his sister.
"Yeah, and somebody is getting big," she answered as she felt his cock pulsating against her lower back. "Do you like Tina more than me?"
"I like Tina," he admitted, "but I love you."
"Really?" Carrie questioned, searching for confirmation. She loved hearing the words and at that moment couldn't hear his confession too many times. "I mean you've been totally ignoring me for so long that maybe I find that hard to believe."
His middle finger pressed between the lips and into her juicy slit. He stroked her clitoris several times, smiling as her lithe body shuddered in delight. He understood her insecurity, as he'd dealt with it for so long himself. His mouth nuzzled her neck. His finger found her opening and tenderly pushed inside. Juice coated his probing finger as it gently stretched the tight walls apart. Her nude body writhed in his arms.
"I love you, sis," he reassured her. "Even more than Tina; but she is hot."
"You asshole!" Carrie exclaimed in feigned anger as she elbowed him in the chest. "Maybe she's the one you'd rather be with."
Kevin hugged his sibling. "No way; she felt good, but you feel great. Are you in the mood for some nasty stuff?"
Carrie giggled. "What kind of nasty stuff?"
"Are you cool with this?" he inquired, testing his sister's resolve.
"Yeah, totally," she assured him as her pulse nervously quickened. Her excitement peaked as her mind raced, wondering what he had on his mind.
His hands pushed her upper body beneath the blankets toward his crotch. Her head was surrounded by the combined heat of their naked bodies. As she felt his stiff cock brushing against her chin she realized what he wanted. The next thing he experienced was her hot, wet mouth embracing the head of his penis. She was hesitant at first, but her confidence multiplied. She sucked on the tip at first, slowly taking more of him into her mouth.
Kevin placed his hands behind his head as his body completely relaxed. Her mouth felt so good. He thought fleetingly of Tina and how he'd fucked her face, and thought it odd that when he was with Tina his mind was on Carrie, but now that he was with Carrie he was thinking of Tina. In reality each had a piece of his heart, but his sister had the lion's share.
"Oh, yeah," Kevin groaned approvingly as she took him in to the back of her throat.
He felt hot, wet sucking action. His balls tingled as they filled with seed. He intermittently twitched in spasms of delight as her mouth and tongue consumed his cock. His hips began thrusting, pumping his penis in and out of her wondrous orifice. Her saliva bathed his stem.
"Run your tongue all the way up the underside of my cock," he instructed. Her mouth withdrew.
"What do you write about?" she questioned, acting as if he never saw the notebook lying on her bed in the first place.
She playfully licked his balls before her tongue pressed against the base of his prick. It slowly moved up along the underside of his shaft. She giggled as he shuddered and moaned. Tingling sensations rippled through his loins. He thought about his writing and wondered what she'd think if she knew the truth.
"Just my thoughts," he said, skirting the truth. Fantasies were thoughts, he reasoned.
Her tongue moved all the way up to the round tip. She took just the head into her warm mouth and sucked hard before the tendril traveled back down, retracing the same route. Thick semen began seeping from his slit. She tasted the salty musk flavor and wasn't wild about it, but she loved making her brother happy. And she loved the thrilling rush of excitement that she got from being a nasty sister.
"About girls?" she pressed him.
"Why do you want to know for?" he finally asked back.
"Do you write about girls sucking your hard cock, and fucking their juicy pussies?" she persisted. The dirty talking was getting her hot. She felt growing warmth in her belly. Her juices were beginning to flow.
She took his throbbing member into her warm mouth and moved him to the back of her throat. Carrie wished she could swallow all of him and tried, but she gagged. She moved him back out of her orifice.
"Do you write about me?" she inquired, continuing to push him for a definitive response. "I write about you sometimes, doing nasty things to my naked body." It was a lie, but she wanted him to feel safe sharing the truth with her. She reasoned that she would have, if she'd had the inclination to write.
Kevin began to realize that his innermost secrets were no secrets at all. He relented and gave her the answer she desperately sought. "I write about us, doing things like we're doing now. I never thought this would happen, not in a million years. I thought my stories were all I'd ever have of you."
The light in Carrie's mind turned on. It suddenly occurred to her that the 'she' in his stories was Carrie herself all along. Her aroused body tingled as her excitement rapidly increased. She was filled with a sense of relief and joy as Carrie understood that she'd been the object of his affection the whole time, not Tina or anyone else. She slid his stiff prick back into her mouth and she sucked on him with renewed vigor. She suddenly wanted him to cum in her mouth, and she wanted to swallow every last drop and fill her belly with his semen.
"Oh, Carrie, you're going wild on me, girl," Kevin whispered in surprise by the unexpected change in tempo.
The blankets vibrated as her head rapidly rocked up and down. Her hands wrapped around the shaft and stroked on him also. The ferocity of her action quickly had his semen rising. He reached down under the covers and cradled the back of her head. He jerked and writhed in amazed delight as her sucking mouth and tongue teased the sensitized tip of his prick. A combination of semen and saliva coated his stem. His muscles tensed as the joyous pleasure of his moving seed erupted in his loins.
He twitched and grunted, filling her mouth with hot cum. Several streams of milky semen were ejaculated, filling the oral cavity. Carrie swallowed as it quickly refilled, and swallowed again. She kept blowing him until his hands gently pushed her head back. But Carrie still wasn't finished. Like a hungry wolf eating the last bits of flesh from a carcass, her tongue licked his shaft and balls, recovering and eating all remaining traces of his seed.
"That was great, but I think you liked that more than I did," he wondered aloud.
She emerged from under the blankets and lay alongside him. She confirmed "Being nasty is fun. But now I'm horny."
"I can be nasty too," Kevin admitted as he took his turn under the covers.
Carrie eagerly spread her legs wide for her loving brother. She softly moaned into the darkness as his fingers and wet tongue returned the favor. Her hips commenced a slight thrusting motion as essence soaked her delicate flesh. She felt pressure as one finger pushed inside her canal. A second followed a few moments later. He started finger-fucking her orifice as he licked on and around her enlarged clitoris. She writhed in joy as jolts of powerful tingling delight rushed through her form.
"Oh, Kevin, yes! Oh, that feels so good," Carrie groaned aloud as she shuddered in shameless pleasure. "Yeah, suck it. A little lower... yeah, right there. Lick my cunt harder!"
He gripped her squirming waist and feasted on her luscious center exactly where her whispered directions placed him. His wet fingers thrust into her quivering canal as his tongue vibrated on her hooded clitoris. Her slit leaked juice onto his bottom sheet, leaving a growing puddle of heat. Carrie's hips feverishly rubbed her pussy against his face, glazing it with slick essence.
"Oh! Oh! Oh yes!" she softly cried out as tingling pressure continued building in her loins. Its wondrous intensity radiated throughout her perspiring form.
Her legs desperately kicked at the covers as sweat soaked her hair and rolled down her silky skin. Cool air rushed in as the blankets reluctantly pulled away from their naked bodies, sending chills coursing through them. His flicking tongue and pumping fingers had her at the verge of orgasm.
She stiffened and climaxed. Her moans grew louder as her bare form quaked. Her body curled into a fetal position around his head. Carrie shuddered in powerful spasms of tingling joy. A rush of essence flooded Kevin's mouth as his sibling savored the ecstasy of sexual release. Her vibrations slowed and her form relaxed in a final gasp of pleasure.
He returned to her side. Despite the sweat that continued to flow, he spooned her. It was the embrace Carrie had always longed for. Her left upper thigh rested on the wet spot she created, but she didn't care.
"Write me a story," she suggested as her lips formed a naughty, sexy grin. "Something real hot and nasty. Maybe I'll make it come true."
"I will," he readily agreed.
They lay together in the darkness, listening to each other's heavy breathing. Once the chilly air cooled their bodies, Kevin pulled the blankets back over them and they cuddled together. His last thoughts were of his writing, and of the ripples on the pond that followed in the wake of his stories' destruction. He was glad he told Carrie, and was excited that he now had someone to share them with.