Hat Trick Ch. 01
Matt & Ashley misbehave.

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An Oedipus County Tale

This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. It's all pretend, folks.

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There I was at my first college party, and me only a senior in high school. I'd taken the weekend to go visit my sister Ashley at State, with the added purpose of getting a feel for the campus in case I wanted to apply there myself. At least, that was the reason I'd given my mother to take off for the weekend. Ash knew better, which was why I was drinking shitty beer and ogling the long-legged, big-titted, and incredibly hot college chicks dancing around the basement of the frat to which Ash had dragged me. Well, "dragged" is a strong word. I'd gone more than willingly.

This being a Friday night (and me being only eighteen) Ashley decided not to go into town, but took me to fraternity row instead. Loud music blared from a half-dozen houses along the street, and students congregated on lawns, porches, and street corners, enjoying the surprisingly mild October evening. Ash knew some guys at Beta, so we went there first. The dudes at the door waved her in with a knowing smile that caused a surge of protectiveness in me, but they started to give me shit when I tried to enter. "He's my little brother," Ash told the mook, and he grudgingly relented. I decided to ignore that unwelcome vibe and try to enjoy myself.

It wasn't that hard. The beer was cheap and lukewarm, but there was plenty of it, and the darkened basement had been converted into a dance floor. As I said, there were quite a few hotties bouncing around out there, and I noticed a few of them checking me out. Ash stayed with me long enough to get me a beer, then pealed off to find her friends. That was fine with me. Hard to score with chicks when your sister is hanging off your arm, even if, and I say this with all possible objectivity, the sister in question is the most beautiful woman in the room.

Ash is a tall girl, only a little shorter than me, with a peaches and cream complexion and a wild shock of vibrant red hair that she enhances with a little bit of dye, enough to give her crimson highlights. Her eyes are a soft hazel, warm and intelligent, her mouth wide and lips full. Her nose is a little thick, with a smattering of freckles across the bridge, and when she was in junior high she used to beg Mom to get her a nose job. I'm glad she didn't; that slight imperfection makes the rest of her beautiful face look all the more stunning. Not that most guys notice her face first. Ashley has the kind of body women want to have and men lust after, a luscious and curvy hourglass form that she usually squeezes into tight jeans and provocative halter tops. Not only does Ash know she's a looker, she knows how to use it.

The evening in question, she'd glammed it up something fierce, slipping into a powder blue dress that was cut low at the top and high on the thigh, showing off her considerable charms. Blue eyeshadow accented her eyes, and she'd put three different sets of silver, dangly earrings into her lobes, with a silver pendant around her neck and hanging down into her considerable cleavage. Since I was crashing in her single for the weekend, I was forced to wait in the lounge while she dressed for the evening, and I had to admit, if only to myself, that it had been well worth the wait. My sister was a total fox. And if I wished every once in a while that she wasn't my sister, well, you could hardly blame a guy, could you?

At any rate, the music was too loud for conversation and Ash wasn't dressed like that for my benefit, so she left me on the dance floor before too long. I saluted her with my can of Beast Ice and started to pick my own way through the throng, heading for a tight bodied little blonde who kept giving me surreptitious glances. I sidled up and did my thing. She asked me how much I could bench, I mentioned playing football, she was dutifully impressed, and then I let it slip that I was still in high school and it was over before I even knew what happened. Hoping no one could see me bright red cheeks, I headed for the bar and got myself another beer. I tried again with a cute looking brunette, but her boyfriend stepped between us and that was pretty much that. Feeling like a self-conscious and outnumbered, I eased my way back across the dance floor and headed upstairs, looking for Ashley.

I couldn't find her. It looked like she had disappeared. Which was unlike her. I mean, yeah, she was definitely looking to hook up, but she wouldn't have just abandoned me to do so. At least, I hoped. We were typical for siblings separated by only a few years, but the fights of our youth had cooled since she went off to college and I grew up a little myself. The question was, had she ditched me, or did she have too much faith in my own skills of seduction?

I was beginning to get annoyed at her by the time I'd reached the house's second floor and still seen no sign of her. Then I passed a slightly ajar door, and I thought I heard Ashley's voice. "Let... GO!"

I froze, cocking my head and giving the door a hard look. When the echo of the slap hit my ears, followed by a yelp and a body crashing to the floor, my blood turned to ice. I reached out with a shaking hand and pushed the door open all the way. Inside was a typical frat guy's pad, decorated with a glowing Red Dog sign and posters of scantily clad women. Ashley was splayed across the floor next to the bed, the front of her dress torn and a dark haired guy in a polo shirt standing over her. There was another guy with a crewcut standing a few feet away, grinning and drinking a beer. He saw me out of the corner of his eye and turned in my direction, the grin replaced with a cruel grimace. "Beat it, perv."

Wrong thing to say.

I don't really remember the next few minutes. All I recall is a red haze in my eyes and a roaring in my ears, and then Ashley and I back on the street, leaving the frat with all due haste. At the security office the next morning, Ash described what had happened, and given the skinned flesh on my knuckles I guess it was an accurate description. Apparently I burst into the room, grabbed the crewcut guy by the throat and threw him into the dresser. The dark haired stood there in shock, and took my fist in the side of his head with a dazed look on his face. That first punch wasn't the last one, and apparently it took crewcut guy and Ashley to pull me off the dark-haired dude. Crewcut guy, who turned out to be named Todd, seemed to have realized he and his buddy Brandon had wildly miscalculated, and let us leave the frat house unmolested.

Ash and I were both shaking as we walked down fraternity row. I had wrapped my flannel around her shoulders to hide her torn dress, and pulled her close. She slipped an arm around my waist and clutched tightly, lips trembling and a flood of tears threatening to loose. We walked stiffly, wordlessly, clumsily, back to her dorm, both of us in shock, feeling ill and uncertain.

Once the door was shut behind us, Ashley collapsed on her bed and finally let the tears come. She buried her head in her arms and shook with huge wracking sobs. I stood there silent and awkward for a long moment, and then finally knelt down beside her and put my arms around her shoulders. For some reason that made her cry even harder. I didn't know what to do. I could feel sympathetic tears of my own pooling in my eyes, about to spill. At last she subsided.

She pulled away, rolling onto her side and looked at me through reddened eyes, a lock of red hair falling across her face. She rubbed the back of her against her nose. "They were going to..."

"But they didn't," I said, a little harshly.

Ashley nodded and swallowed. Then her eyes widened. "Matt, your hand," she said, grabbing for my fingers and pulling my hand towards her. I saw the blood on my knuckles and blanched. Ashley was no less alarmed, but with a problem to solve, her own trauma was forgotten. "We need to get that cleaned." She stood and dragged me over to the sink in her room. With a flick of her wrist she had the water running and she dunked my hands beneath the flood. She went digging in her toiletry supplies and came up with a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and some cotton balls, and proceeded to dab at my knuckles. I hissed as the chemical bubbled on my wounds, and Ashley jabbed me playfully in the gut. "Baby," she said.

I chuckled. She looked up at me and smiled. She produced a towel and started to dry my hands, but I pulled it away from her and took care of the chore myself. Ashley watched me with an odd look in her eyes. "What?" I asked.

In response she stepped into me and wrapped her arms around me, laying her head across my shoulder. I was suddenly aware of the lushness of her body, the clean strawberry scent of her hair, the sweetness of her perfume. "Thank you, Matt," she said softly. "My big little brother."

I returned the hug, deeply ashamed of the lascivious thoughts in my head.

She released me first, wiping her eyes again. "Man, I think the adrenaline is wearing off. I'm exhausted."

"Me too," I said, growing aware of a deep weariness of my own.

"You don't mind if we turn in? I know you wanted to go to some parties, but..."

"It's cool."

Ashley smiled. She ducked her head, suddenly shy. "This may sound weird, but... do you mind if we shared the bed?" I blinked. Ash looked up. "That is, I'd feel, I don't know, safer, with a warm body beside me." She forced a laugh. "Unless you had your heart set on the floor."

"No," I said, "it's okay."

"Thanks." The word was so soft, I thought for a moment I had imagined it. Ash kicked off her heels. She scrubbed the makeup off her face, took of her jewelry, and turned out the lights. For a moment, I actually thought she would lose the dress as well, but mentally slapped myself when she slid under the covers fully clothed. I felt a stab of guilt and almost didn't go through with it, but I'd always been a bit protective of Ashley, and the evening's events had only strengthened that feeling. I pulled off my sneakers and socks and climbed in behind her, still in jeans and t-shirt. She took my arm and wrapped it around her stomach, inches from her breasts, and laid her head back against my throat. Once again her perfume enveloped me. I busied my mind with a list of Coach Zimmerman's plays and tried to get comfortable.

It was surprisingly easy. Sleep came quickly.

I woke up only once in the middle of the night, a warm and pleasant weight filling my left hand. With a surge of alarm I realized I was cupping one of Ashley's breasts. I sucked in a sharp breath, but she was blissfully slumbering away. Carefully I began to ease my hand free. The temptation to do something horrible was very strong, but so was the guilt welling up in my chest. This was so wrong. I tried not to think about how soft and warm, pliant and resilient, Ashley's flesh had felt.

"Jesus Christ," I muttered to myself. I splayed my hand across the bed and tried to forget how she had felt in my palm. Sleep took longer this time, but eventually I faded again.

My embarrassment didn't end there, of course. When a shaft of morning light fell across my face, awakening me, I realized that Ashley's plump and springy ass was pressed tightly against my crotch. Sometime during the night, the hem of her dress had risen, bunching up around her waist so that her panty clad globes rubbed up against the front of my jeans. Where, nature haven taken it's course, my dick had swollen to mammoth proportions. Instinctively and stupidly, I jerked away. The bed shook beneath me and I toppled to the floor with a crash, taking enough of the covers with me to reveal that Ashley wasn't wearing panties, but a powder blue thong. I stifled a groan as she rolled over and regarded me.

Her hazel eyes didn't look terribly sleepy, despite the tousled hair and slow grin spreading across her lips. My flannel short had slipped off one shoulder, revealing her torn dress and the bra clad breast beneath. The scene was so damn sexy it hurt. "You okay, tiger?"

"I... uh... fell."

Her eyes dropped to the lump in my jeans which, despite the situation, didn't appear to be shrinking. "Don't be embarrassed, Matt."

"How long have you been awake?" I asked slowly. I still hadn't moved from my position on the floor.

She arched an eyebrow. "Longer than you. But I didn't want to freak you out by flailing wildly or doing something equally stupid."

"Thanks," I grumbled sarcastically.

Ashley laughed. She sat up straighter and stretched her arms out, yawning. The movement thrust her large breasts further into prominence, pressing them together and deepening the enticing line of her cleavage. I tried to ignore it.

"And thank you," she said. "Again. I was expecting some serious nightmares last night, but you kept them at bay." Her full lips quirked into a smile. "I hope that's worth a little embarrassment?"

I pretended to think about it. She threw the pillow at me. "Some hero!" she laughed.

I picked myself up and threw the pillow back at her. My erection had not flagged, and I moved a little awkwardly, but I think I covered it mostly. "Hero?" I echoed.

"Yeah. Don't think I'm going to forget it, either. I'll pay you back somehow, Matt."

I fought the blush that rose to my cheeks. "Jesus, Ash, it's not like I could have done anything differently. You're my sister."

"Familial obligation aside, Matt, you were something else." She sighed. "Could you do me one more favor?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"I need to go down to the security office and report last night. We do, actually. Those guys might want to press charges against you. You broke Brandon's nose."

I did? I didn't remember that, but I wasn't going to tell Ashley that. "Let 'em try," I said. "But yeah, I'll go with you."

She shooed me out and I went down to the men's bathroom to take a long and lukewarm shower. The lack of decently warm water at least managed to cool my inappropriate ardor. I ended up waiting in the lounge for Ashley again, but not nearly as long, and when she emerged she was dressed more practically. Blue jeans, white blouse, hair pulled into a severe ponytail. Having slept in her contacts, she'd traded them out for her glasses to give her eyes a rest.

Ashley had regained much of her humor during the night, and after a little while, I felt mine creeping back. In the daylight, the night's events didn't seem quite so unsettling. Until I thought of Ash lying on the floor with her dress torn. Then the anger would surge back and I'd grit my teeth and Ashley would have to jab me playfully in the stomach to get me to smile again.

The security office was a nightmare. Once we'd explained ourselves and told our story to three different security personnel, they called in the real police and we had to go over it again. Brandon and Todd and a few of the other Beta brothers ended up at the emergency room the night previous, but apparently they didn't name me or Ash, so there weren't any charges against me. Ash was reluctant to press charges of her own, despite my urging. It was late afternoon by the time we got out of there, after a long day of talking and talking and nothing much of anything decided. But at the end of it all, I was able to leave the place under my own power, and not in handcuffs. When the real cops had shown up, I realized my own arrest was a real possibility, despite the fact that Brandon and Todd got less than they deserved.

Once we were outside, Ash put her hand to her forehead and sighed theatrically. "That could have gone better. But at least it's dealt with."

"Not really," I disagreed. "Those two assholes are still free to try their little trick on some other poor girl."

Ashley sighed. "I hope not. God, I hope not. But Jesus, Matt, you sent a guy to the emergency room. Right now they're being cool about the whole thing, but what happens if we do press charges? I'm not going to see my little brother in jail. And can you imagine what Mom would do if I let that happen?"

Mom. Right. What were we going to tell her?

Ashley rounded on me and pointed a finger in my face. As if sensing my thoughts, she said, "Keep your mouth shut. The less Mom knows, the better. The last thing we need to do is worry her about a little nothing."

"Nothing? Ashley, those bastards tried to --"

"Nothing, Matthew," Ash repeated, stressing the first word and staring me in the eyes. She was serious. And a little unnerving.

I relented."Okay, okay. Whatever."

She looked away for a moment. When she turned back, she wore a mostly sincere smile. "So, what do you want to do about dinner? Cafeteria food is definitely hazardous to your health. There is an Olive Garden in town, though." I shrugged. Ashley smiled more widely. "My treat?"

I relented again, unable to hide a smile of my own. "Okay."

Dinner was strained, at least at first. But once I had some hot food in me and Ash had a glass of wine, we both began to relax. Finally. Ash asked me how school was going, how the football season was shaping up, what else was going on. She asked if I was dating anyone at the moment, which was kind of odd. She'd never shown much interest in my love life before. I didn't have much to tell her at the time, either. I was between girlfriends that fall. What with school and football and trying to get into a decent college, I didn't have the time or energy to invest in a full time girlfriend. And I wasn't going to tell Ash about a quick snog or grope under a cheerleader's shirt at a kegger.

I was reluctant to change the subject to ask her how her school year was going, with last night's events fresh in my mind. But Ash never let something like that affect her. "So what do you think of the campus so far?" She paused, then added, "Ignoring, y'know."

"It's nice. I mean, it looks like a state school, like all the buildings were designed and built by the lowest bidder. But I can't really complain about the scenery." I coughed. "That is, all the trees turning colors and everything. And I know the business department is solid, even if the football team sucks."

"Yeah," Ash agreed. "but the basketball team kicks ass. They made it to the sweet sixteen last year. Who cares about football, anyway?"

"Oh, no you didn't," I said. I grabbed a breadstick and lobbed it at her. It bounced off her forehead and landed on the floor. Ash's mouth dropped open in mock horror. She scooped up some noodles and sent them sailing across the table at me. I retaliated with a meatball.

They threw us out of the Olive Garden, giggling and smeared with food. "That was fun," Ash said. She pulled a string of pasta off her shoulder and flung it to the ground. "If a bit disgusting. When was the last time we did something like that?"

"I think I was seven." I looked around. Besides the people still in the restaurant staring at us, people going inside or walking along the street were giving us the eye as well.

Ash put a hand against her forehead. "That's right. God, Mom was pissed."

"That's just because Dad gummed up the ceiling fan with the mashed potatoes."

Ash started laughing, gripping her sides and doubling over. "Oh my God, I'd forgotten about that." She was smearing red sauce across her white blouse as she laughed. "I'm ruining my clothes," she said, fighting to get control of herself.

"Should have thought of that before you questioned the validity of the greatest sport on Earth."

"My brother, the jock." Ash looked up at me with a weird look in her eye. "We should probably get home, get cleaned up. What do you want to do tonight?

"Up to you."

"Well. . . I know you had your heart set on partying. I'm not really in the mood for that sort of thing myself. How do you feel about a night in with your sister and a couple of movies?"

"That's cool with me."

Ash beamed. "Thanks, Matt. So. . . home first, or movies?"

I took a step towards Ashley's jeep. My shoe squelched. "Eh, let's not waste any time. Besides I'm getting used to all the weird looks."

Within the hour, we were back at Ash's dorm with a trio of DVDs and a bottle of wine. Normally I'm a beer drinker, but Ash assured me it was a good vintage and that I'd like it. We didn't have a lot of time to browse for flicks (the Blockbuster staff were a little put out by our accessories), so we ended up getting whatever was on the first couple of shelves. An action flick for me, a tearjerker for Ash, and a comedy we'd both enjoy. Once again, after showering and changing, I waited in the lounge for Ash to give me the all clear sign. Though, how much "freshening up" did she really need for a night in?

Not that I complained when she padded down the hall to summon me back to her room. She wore a thin white halter top that stretched taut across her full breasts, dented at the peaks by the cool air in the room, and exposed her smooth, flat belly. A loose pair of sweats that hung low enough across her hips to show the waistband of white panties. Ash ditched her glasses for her contacts, applied a subtle gloss of makeup to enhance her natural beauty, tied her blazing red hair tied into a pair of pigtails, and spritzed herself with her favorite perfume. "Sorry I took so long," she said. "I have popcorn in the microwave."

It took me a moment or two to find my voice. "Uh, sounds good." I lurched to my feet and followed Ash down the hall to her room.

"What do you want to watch first?" she asked me over her shoulder.

I forced myself to look away from the cheeks of her ass. "Why don't we get the chick flick over with." Ash slipped into the room and threw the movie into the player while I pulled the popcorn out of her micro. I found a bowl and dumped the popcorn inside. When I turned around, I found Ash curled up in a sitting position on her bed. That's when I realized that Ash really didn't have any furniture in her dorm. We would have to share the bed. My stomach did flip-flops as I found a seat beside her and handed the bowl over. I couldn't exactly say why, or perhaps wouldn't admit to myself why, but I was very, very nervous. Suddenly all I could think about was eighth grade and Becky Garner, the first girl I ever kissed.

The feeling intensified as Ash leaned into me, setting the popcorn between us. She wound an arm around mine, a heavy tit pressing against my bicep, and laid her head across my shoulder.

I don't remember much of the movie. Something about an old woman and a young woman, and the two enriching one another's life through the friendship they form, or some other such bullshit. I barely tasted the popcorn, either. Ashley's scent and feel were far too distracting, as were the wildly inappropriate thoughts swirling through my head. Once or twice or twenty-odd times, I risked glances down the front of her halter top, where her breasts strained against the fabric, clearly without support. They shifted and bobbed with each breath and little movement, and I could feel my jeans tightening against me. This was so very wrong, and yet I didn't want it to stop.

"That wasn't so bad," Ash said, shifting away from me as the film ended. I nodded dumbly. "You liked it?" she asked, incredulous.

"It was alright," I said.

She laughed and gave me a slug in the arm, which caused all sorts of jiggling. "You big liar," she said. As her tits bobbed, I tried not to stare too obviously, but I don't think I did too good a job of it. Nor do I think Ash minded. At the very least, she did what she could to show off her impressive cleavage while she threw in the next movie. She bent down to pull the old disk out and slip the new one in, her tits swinging out below her, her back arched, and ass raised provocatively in the air. She played with the straps of the halter while she fished out the bottle of wine and poured two glasses, then made certain to bend over in front of me while she handed me one. Then she was beside me again, arm through mine, thigh touching mine, breast against my bicep.

The wine disappeared quickly. I didn't pay any more attention to the action movie than I did to the chick flick. Burned out cop avenges partner's death, with a lot of unnecessary wire work and explosions thrown in for good measure. Ash laughed at the more ludicrous action scenes, which did amazing things to her anatomy. The wine had a warm feeling growing in my gut and a lightness in my head, and I was beginning to not care whether Ash caught me staring at her tits. When she finally did, she only arched an eyebrow and smiled broadly and went back to watching the movie.

My heart almost stopped. And it actually did when her left hand fell across my inner thigh. It might have been an innocent move, a casual shift to find a more comfortable spot, or maybe it wasn't.

I found my eyes falling to her bustline again and again, to the sweetly rounded flesh that sat like soft and pliable cantaloupes high upon her chest. Just as the burned out cop was about to face off against the drug lord who murdered his partner, Ash gulped down the last of the wine and turned to me. Her fingers dug into my thigh, needlessly pulling my attention away from the movie and back to her.

"I'll show you mine," she said, "if you show me yours."

I stared at her for a breathless moment. "Uh. . . what?" I licked suddenly dry lips.

Looking me directly in the eyes, Ash dangled her wine glass from two fingers and cupped her right breast with the rest of her hand. "I said, I'll show you mine," and now she moved her other hand up my thigh closer to my crotch, "if you show me yours. C'mon, Matt, you've been staring at these puppies all night. Not that you've never checked me out before, but you're being a little blatant about it now. Besides, after this morning, I'm more than a little curious myself to see what you're packing in there."

"Jesus, Ash," I breathed. "This is wrong. . . you're my sister for Christ's sake."

She laid her hand across my crotch, feeling my length through my jeans. "Try to tell me that doesn't make it hotter. You want this just as much as I do, Matt." She grinned impishly. "So what have you got? Six, seven, eight inches?"

"I think you've had a little too much wine," I tried to protest. Feebly, to be sure, but I did protest.

"Half a bottle?" Ash said. "Hardly." She traced a finger along my zipper. "This is a one time offer, Matt. Say no one more time, and that's it. We never speak of this again." She set her wine glass down on the floor. "But we also don't find out."

"Find out what?"

"How good it could be." She looked me in the eyes and I found the last shreds of my resistance fading away. So I kissed her. I leaned in, pressed my lips against hers, felt them part, and thrust my tongue between them. I tasted wine and popcorn and her, and the best part was how she pressed into me, her tongue wrestling with mine, her scent washing over me. We broke away for a moment. I looked deep into her eyes, saw my lust and need mirrored within them, and kissed her again. As we did, Ash grabbed the bottom of my shirt and began to tug it up and off of me. We broke off the kiss as the shirt went past my head, then went at it again, wrestling tongues and lips.

When I felt Ash's nimble fingers unsnapping my jeans and lowering the zipper, I felt a momentary flash of reason. This was insanity - illegal - immoral - incest! What were we thinking? Then her fingers slipped into my shorts and I felt her fingertips gently caressing my engorged cock, and instinct took over again. I hitched my hips and slid jeans and boxers free. Ash pulled away from me, pausing to trace her tongue along my lower lip, and took a careful look at my nudity. Hazel eyes widened in surprise, red lips parted, and she licked her own lips this time.

Her eyes met mine. "Nine?" she said, a little breathless.

I shrugged. "Not every guy measures his dick, Ashley."

"Yeah, but I know you. Nine?"

I grinned. "Nine."

"Jesus," she gasped. She slid downward, off the edge of the bed, so she could look my cock in the eye. I felt her breath on my sensitive skin, falling across the purple plum shaped head. Ash shifted a bit, taking it in from different angles, admiring my considerable length, standing proudly from the dark thatch of curls at its base. "It's beautiful," Ashley breathed. She laid a forefinger against the head, squeezing out a dollop of precum, and slowly traced her way down the underside to my balls. Those she cupped gently, almost weighing them, and then slowly, almost reverently, wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock. There was still plenty of me sticking out, and she brought her other hand up to grip me as well. The head still lay revealed, and with a smirk, I flexed my cock, expanding the head, and releasing another drop of precum.

"Well," I said, "I held up my part of the deal."

"What?" Ashley asked. She seemed a little dazed, and flushed, but whether that was from the wine or the situation, I couldn't be sure.

"I showed you mine," I explained. "I want to see yours."

"Ah." She smiled brilliantly, sexily, and gave my cock a quick, gentle squeeze. Then she released me and stood up, jiggling all the way. With an insolent, saucy grin, she tossed her pigtails and hooked her thumbs in her halter straps. She lifted them straight up, the fabric of the top tightening across her tits and pushing them together, then let the straps snap back to her shoulders. Titties bounced deliciously. My cock jumped in response.

Ashley dropped her hands to her flat belly and, gripping the bottom of her halter, tugged it up and over her head in one smooth movement that revealed her bountiful, beautiful breasts to me in all their glory. Big and pale, with a fine tracery of blue veins just beneath the surface of her skin, capped by big dark nipples that were hardened with her excitement, they hung high and proud on her chest. She shimmied, giving them a shake.

"Judging by your slackjawed expression, little brother," Ashley laughed, "you approve."

I clicked my mouth shut. "So what are your measurements?"

"36-26-36," she said with pride. "D-cup," she added unnecessarily. She brushed fingertips across her hard nipples and then pushed her tits together, causing them to thrust out, emphasizing their size and curvature. "They're more trouble than they're worth, generally, but they do tend to hypnotize boys, which is occasionally useful." She waggled them at me with her hands, grinning again.

"They're working on you right now," she said, dropping one knee next to mine. She nudged my legs apart and joined me on the bed, pressing up against me, flesh against flesh. I felt her nipples press into my chest, her heavy tits almost flattening against me. Ashley dipped her head and kissed me again. My dick brushed up against her sweats, but the head of my leaking cock nudged up against her naked belly. I grabbed her hips and lifted her up a bit, allowing me to bury my head between her breasts. Her perfume enveloped me, and beneath that I smelled baby powder and her own distinctive scent, as familiar to me as my own. I nuzzled against her, within her cleavage, scenting and tasting her.

I began to lick and kiss her pale flesh, moving along the slopes of her breasts, seeking out her nipples. When I found them, her moans turned to gasps and her hips began to jerk against my abdomen. I suckled at one, then switched to the other, tracing my way across the valley between her breasts with my tongue. She shivered. "I can think of better places to put those lips, Matty," she half-whispered. "But first... I want to taste you."

She pulled herself out of my embrace and shifted across the bed once more, dropping to her knees again. She cupped her breasts and pressed them against my cock, squeezing me between them, making her cleavage slick with my precoital fluids. She waggled her tits again, jerking me off with her breasts, teasing me deliciously. Ashley ducked her head and lashed the tip of my cock with her tongue. My cock jumped, practically squirting precum across her tongue. She chuckled throatily and released my dick from the delightful prison, only to grab me with one hand and angle me towards her lips.

With a slurp she sucked me into her mouth, just the head of my cock, teasing my sensitive flesh with teeth and tongue. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Her tongue undulated along the underside of my cock as she made swallowing motions, drawing me deeper. I threw my head back and gritted my teeth, trying to hold back an impending orgasm. Her mouth was so warm and wet and welcoming, and the very fact that it was my older sister doing this to me, giving me this maddening pleasure, made it all the more amazing and intense. I grabbed Ashley's shoulders and gripped them tightly, just as my cockhead butted up against the back of Ashley's throat.

"Jesus," I groaned. I looked down and saw Ashley's lust glazed eyes looking back up at me, her nose buried in my thatch of curls, while the entire length of my cock had disappeared into her mouth. She swallowed again. I shivered. Then with an explosive exhalation, she slid her lips back up my shaft, leaving just the head trapped within her mouth. The tip of her tongue teased my cockhead, scooping precum out of the orifice, which only forced me to generate more. Ash swallowed it down, took a few deep breaths, and swallowed me whole again.

"Careful, sis," I grunted. "I'm getting awfully -- urk -- close."

She released me with a pop, almost spitting me free, and my heavy cock bobbed in front of her face for a moment. She licked cum-slickened lips and waggled her eyebrows at me. "Too much for you, Matty?" She blew a kiss at my cockhead, and it jumped of its own volition.

"Let's see how you handle it," I told her. Releasing my grip on her shoulders, I hooked her under the arms and pulled her up. She came with a shriek and a laugh, reaching out to squeeze my biceps. I shifted on the bed and threw her down upon it. Without any resistance from her, I grabbed the waistband of her sweats and yanked them down her shapely legs. I tossed them to the floor. Her panties were white silk, riding high against her crotch, and sporting a noticeable wet spot. With a salacious grin, I hooked my fingers in her panties and yanked them down as well. Ash kicked them free and spread her legs, showing off her delectable, pink pussy with a neatly trimmed tuft of naturally red hair. Her lips were enflamed, her pussy open and inviting, slick with juices.

I bent low, slipped my hands beneath Ash's thighs, and prepared to do a little teasing of my own. Blow some kisses across those silky thighs, lightly brush her lips with my lips, then maybe begin to trace my tongue along her folds. But no. Ash had plans of her own. She grabbed the back of my head and practically slammed my face into her pussy. The intoxicating, heady female scent filled my nostrils. Her salty-sweet taste flooded my mouth. Ashley moaned and threaded her fingers through my hair. "Get to work little bro," she ordered in a sultry voice.

Always one to oblige a lady, I did. I dove in, sucking and kissing at her folds, lashing her with my tongue, nibbling with my teeth, nuzzling against her. Ashley's hips hitched forward while her hands pressed down, and a low, guttural moan came from her throat. "There you go," she hissed. I traced her labial lips with my tongue, found the little bump of her clitoris, and elicited a sharp intake of breath from Ash. I waggled my tongue tip delicately. Fluids soaked my lips and tongue and chin, and Ashley's grip on my head became almost painful. I loosed her clit and thrust my tongue into her, going as deep as I possibly could, drinking up her juices as the flow increased.

Ash's breathing increased, coming faster and faster, her hips thrusting against my face. I released a thigh and swept a hand across her flat belly to grab a bouncing tit. I cupped her breast and tweaked the nipple, just as I shifted my mouth and found her clit once more. Ashley shivered beneath me. I felt her nails digging into my scalp, and she made several short, sharp exhalations, tiny cries, as an orgasm shook her lush frame. Her juices splashed into my mouth, and I greedily lapped them up, never pausing in my ministrations until, gasping, Ashley herself pushed my head away from her pussy.

"Ha," I started to say, "You couldn't hold out either," but I only made it to the "ha" part before Ashley pulled my face towards hers and kissed me as fiercely and passionately as I'd ever been kissed. Her tongue dove into my mouth, finding my own and wrestling with it. She kissed and licked and sucked her own juices from my mouth and chin, and finally released me. Both of us were breathless by then.

"That was fucking awesome," Ashley told me, looking me straight in the eye. I felt her slim fingers encircle my rampaging hard-on. "You that good with this?"

I flexed my cock, making it throb in her hand. "Why don't you find out?"

She didn't release me, as we contorted across her narrow bed, exchanging heated kisses as we maneuvered into position. I buried my head between her luscious tits, nuzzling against her plush breasts, tasting her nipples. Ashley's thighs bunched and jumped as she scissored her legs around my waist. She guided my cock towards her pussy, but neither of us could really see what was going on down there, so I kind of butted against her pubic mound once or twice. Ashley giggled and nudged my head away from her breasts. Both of us shared a look, then glanced down between us. Ashley bit her lower lip and aimed my cockhead at her weeping pussy. I hitched forward a hair, and I made contact.

Both of us froze for a heartbeat, stock still, not even breathing. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, I began to press forward. I almost expected Ash to finally come to her senses, to push me off her, or at least to grab my cock and hold it back from doing something horrible and yet terribly exciting. But she didn't, and the head of my cock sank into her heat. She sighed and released her hold on me completely. With a groan, I eased my length into her folds. Her thighs gripped me and her hips rose up to meet me, urging me on. I think she wanted me to simply ram home, but that might have heard one or both of us, so I took it easy, allowing her to accommodate my size. My sister's pussy opened up and welcomed me inside, hot and slick and perfect.

Ashley made little sounds, hitching breaths almost like hiccoughs, as I sank into her. Finally I bottomed out, the spongy head of my cock butting up against her cervix, and both of us froze once again. An inch or so of my length remained outside of her, but this was as deep as a girl had ever taken me, so I wasn't complaining.

"I don't think I've ever been this full," Ashley gasped. Her inner muscles tightened, caressing me, and it was my turn to gasp. My cock throbbed hungrily, all on its own, as I furiously tried to think of Niner's stats. A dark flush had spread across Ashley's chest, and her heavy breasts bobbed enticingly with each ragged breath she drew. She snaked her arms across my shoulders and looked me in the eyes again. "So, you gonna sit there all night, or are you going to fuck me?"

I braced myself and quickly withdrew from her clasping pussy. Ashley gasped. We'd proven she could take most of me, and her pussy had stretched deliciously to accommodate me, so the time for gentleness was past. I slammed home, driving into Ashley with a quick jerk of my hips. Her eyes widened, her legs tightened around my waist, and she cried out. I pulled back briefly and slammed home again. Ashley's hips rose up to meet me, and we were fucking in earnest.

A small part of my brain, an incredibly tiny part it must be said, looked on in horror as I plundered my sister's body. My sister, for God's sake!


But most of my mind was inflamed with passion, driven almost mad with pleasure as Ashley's pussy nipped at me, her inner muscles contracting around me, gripping and releasing as I hammered into her again and again. My cock surged, bucking and throbbing, driving again and again into Ashley's heated core. She enveloped me, swallowed me up, a sucking, scorching pit of illicit pleasure, and I couldn't get enough.

Ashley's fingers sank into my shoulders, her nails scoring my flesh, and her calves and heels pressed against my flexing buttocks, urging me on. She shook her head back and forth, her pigtails loosening, sweat damp hair thrown across the pillows. I kissed the hollow of her throat, tasted salty sweat, and licked my way up to her chin and lips.

And then I felt something within her loosen and open up, and my cock sank even deeper inside her. My cum-heavy balls bounced against her sculpted ass. My cockhead touched the roof of her womb.

I watched as Ashley's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth parted, and a low moan erupted from her throat. Her whole body shivered and shook beneath me, her breasts with their sensitive nipples scraping against my chest, her hips rising against me, her pubis pressing almost flat against me. Her pussy was scalding hot now, her juices practically spraying from her as the orgasm roared through her system. I moved a little bit within her, just enough to ride the climax, to prolong the sweet agony, while at the same time trying to stave off my own inevitable eruption. I managed, just barely.

When Ashley's breathing was a little more regular, and her eyes, though a little glazed, focused on me once more. "Full marks, little brother," she gasped out. Her pussy squeezed me tightly, and it was my turn to release some hitching breaths. "Where'd you learn to fuck like that?"

"C'mon Ash," I said breathlessly. "You used to date football players exclusively in high school. You know how it is."

"Yeah, but they weren't any of them as good as you are." Ashley paused, laughed, and shook her head. "You fucked the grammar out of me, Matty." Her face grew serious again. "Can't help but notice you haven't cum yet, either." Her pussy contracted once more.

"Keep doing that, and I won't last much longer."

Naturally, she tightened her grip once more, and laughed at the expression on my face. "Can you hold off for a bit, darling? I think I'm good for one more at least."

I gritted my teeth and fucked into her again, which erased that smug smile of hers. Her legs came back up around me as I fucked into her, diving balls deep again and again and again. She grabbed my head and brought my ear to her lips. Between gasps, she said, "When you're ready, I want to see it. I want to see you cum for me, Matty." And her pussy gripped me like a vice.

And boom. Just like that. I was cumming.

The first jet erupted deep within Ashley's pussy. Then I yanked myself free of her heated depths, and my throbbing, bucking cock bounced against her pubic mound, jetting an arc of pearly white cum across her belly to splash across her heaving tits. Her thighs fell away, but her hands found my slickened, jerking cock and aimed it. Another long rope of jism decorated her belly as she pulled me up and forward, still cumming, still spraying wads of spunk against her flushed and sweat dampened flesh, until she capped my cockhead with her mouth, and the last few splashes of my load washed across her tongue. She swallowed eagerly, then sucked my flagging cock into her mouth, licking off our combined juices.

I collapsed in a bloodless heap beside her, breathing heavily and admiring my beautiful, lusty sister's gorgeous, freshly fucked body. She cupped her cumstained tits and brought them to her lips, slurping up the remnants of my spunk where she could reach with her mouth, and then spreading the jism across her skin where she could not.

"Mmmm," she cooed, and folded against my chest. I drifted into unconsciousness as Ashley faded in my arms, and the dull blue glow of the TV set, the action movie long since ended, lit the room.

The morning, and the repercussions of our actions, could wait. As the delicious post-coital lassitude filled my body and dragged me down to sleep, I simply let myself enjoy the moment.