Consequences of Pranking My Sister
A prank between siblings, snowballs out of control.
This is a stand-alone story of two siblings, both of whom are over 18 years of age.
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From as long as I can remember, my older sister (the only sibling I have) and I, have always played tricks or jokes on one another; some of them were just messing about and some more elaborate. The 'victim' usually retaliated later by jumping out from hiding, onto the perpetrator, and attempting to wrestle or playfight them into submission.
The 'fights' weren't violent in any nasty sort of way, in fact, I was actually very protective of her, and woe betide anyone who I thought might hurt her. These 'fights' mainly consisted of attempting to force the other person down onto the floor into a position where they couldn't move and would have to call out the agreed word 'uncle'. I don't know the origin of why 'uncle' is used, but it's something I have heard that others do when they want to submit or give-in, so that was our word too.
Sometimes our parents would become exasperated with the rolling about on the floor, and the jumping on and around the furniture that this retaliation entailed, and we would be admonished and sent to our separate rooms. At this point, we would normally call it a 'draw' and get on with our lives until the next time.
It is difficult to say who used to win more 'fights' before parent intervention made us call it 'evens', as although Julie is two years older than me, we have always been about the same height growing up, and although she has a slim build, she is strong, and I admit, lightening fast.
As we grew up and other things claimed our different interests, the pranks became less and less, and we seemed to stop competing with each other and lived like most other brothers and sisters. Now that I have reached the age of 18, I believe I am supposed to be mature and beyond such childish things. That's all very well, but sometimes the urge, or opportunity, to do an unexpected prank on her that I think will be funny, bubbles to the surface and...well... it sometimes gets out of hand, as you will see...
Although I am her brother, I do have eyes, and can see that Julie at 20, has turned into a very attractive, young woman. She loved playing all the sports at school and excelled at some of them. She continued to exercise regularly after leaving school, the result being that she has a toned, slim, body, with I what I suppose you would call average size breasts, all of which when coupled with her height I am sure has turned many a male's head.
She has always kept her naturally blonde hair long enough to touch her shoulder blades at the back, and it was always a target for me when we had our wrestling fights, as it was an easy thing to grab hold of when she squirmed and tried to slip out of holds, although she always complaint that it was cheating.
When it is cooler, she usually wears skinny jeans and tight tops that further accentuate her figure, but in the summer, short skirts or tiny shorts seem to be her preferred fashion. I never saw her as anything more than my sister or friendly adversary, but as a male with newly found hormones, it's difficult not to notice these things, even if it is your sister.
Julie works as a clerk for a group of solicitors in their offices in the local town, where she is hoping to progress to perhaps being a solicitor herself one day. She dresses very business-like for work, normally in a dark pencil skirt, dark tights, white blouse, and a jacket that matches her skirt. I have to say that it suits her figure, and her long blonde hair contrasts beautifully with her dark jacket. It's a sort of 'uniform' in their offices where all the male solicitors wear suits and ties, and the females dress similarly to Julie.
As she doesn't yet have her own car, she is fortunate in that one of the other female clerks lives not far from us and they share the journey together every day, presumably sharing the costs. I mention this because it means that she always leaves home and returns back around the same time every day, so I usually know when she will be arriving.
It was mid February, and we had had an unusual fall of thick snow yesterday, that had persisted into today. It hadn't been enough to stop the traffic flowing, albeit quite a little slower, but Julie had been picked up by her colleague as usual. Our parents, stoic as ever, had both gone to work too. I on the other hand, had the luck to find myself on half term break from the college where I was a first-year student studying Electrical Engineering and didn't have to go anywhere particular all day.
I had the house to myself, and with the heating turned up, I dressed comfortably in lose jogging bottoms and T- shirt. In-between watching TV, playing games on my computer and texting friends, I lazily observed the snow gently falling onto the small front garden and drifting into small piles along the hedge line that separated our property from the road.
It was seeing this soft, crisp, snow piling up, that gave me the idea to ambush Julie when she came home with a few surprise snowballs, as a minor prank, which wouldn't do much harm except maybe get her a bit wet. The more I thought about it, the more I remembered the tricks we used to play on one another, and how it might be a bit of a laugh to see her face when she was hit with the cold snow when she was least expecting it.
Later in the afternoon, wrapped up well against the cold, I cleared a path through the snow from the road to the house, not all that far, but it needed doing and it also meant Julie would undoubtably walk along the path I had cleared. I dumped the snow from my shovel on each side of the path and then taking a couple of handfuls, tested it to see how well it clung together as a snowball, without it being too hard and perhaps dangerous. I had no intention of hurting her, and it was perfect.
When I got back into the house, there was a message on the phone from our parents who said that as the traffic was so bad this morning, they were going to have dinner near where they worked and then come home later when the roads would be quieter. They said there was various things in the fridge and for me to have whatever I wanted. It wasn't the best news, but perhaps good that they wouldn't be home for several hours after Julie had come home.
As it grew dark and the time for her to return home approached, I bundled myself up in warm outer clothes, and a few minutes before she was due, went out into the front garden, near the hedge, and made a few large snowballs. Crouching down near the hedge, I knew that she would walk past without seeing me and then I could spring up and throw the snowballs towards her back, with hardly a chance of missing.
I was glad I had put on enough warm clothes as, presumably due to the road conditions, she was later than usual getting home, but sure enough, eventually, I heard a car draw up and the car door open.
"Thanks Pat, see you tomorrow, drive carefully," Julie shouted, then shut the door.
I heard her feet crunch on the snow on the pavement, then change to a harder noise as she got to the cleared path I had made. I watched as she passed by without noticing me and continued up the path.
The first snowball hit her squarely on the back of her blonde head and disintegrating into a flurry of loose snow in her hair. She turned slightly, not sure what was happening and the second one hit just above the collar of her coat and then fell down her neck.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" she screamed, putting her hand on her neck and still trying to work out what was going on.
It was then she caught sight of me.
"Chris, you stupid, fucking, bastard, what the hell are you playing at," she screeched at me, "what did you do that for, I'm covered in fucking snow you dumb prick."
I have to admit I was a bit shocked. I had never heard her use foul language like that before and realised she was really angry at me.
"Errr...it was just a joke," I said, lamely.
"I don't think it's at all funny," she continued shouting, "what age are you, 12? I've been working hard all day and I come home to find you, you little shit, playing stupid pranks because you've nothing better to do?"
I didn't know what to say, so I just stood there.
"You haven't heard the last of this, not by a long way," she said, menacingly, before turning round and going into the house, slamming the door behind her.
Wow, I thought, I really got that wrong and now she is furious with me. Although it was cold, I decided it was best to wait a few minutes before going inside and hope she would have gone to her room and calmed down a bit by the time I saw her again.
When I thought enough time had passed, I gingerly opened the door and looked around, there was no sign of her, but a trail of melting snow on the carpet heading towards the stairs gave me a clue as to where she was.
I took off my outer clothing and went into the warm living room where the TV was still on and sat down on the sofa, which has its back to the door. I flicked through the channels until I found a video music channel, put on my wireless headphones, turned the volume up a little, then sat back to watch it, wondering what grovelling I would have to do to Julie to make up for my prank.
I had been sitting there for about twenty minutes or so, my attention focussed on watching and listening to the bands that the channel was playing. I was in my own world and wasn't really paying attention to anything else.
Suddenly, I felt a quick tug from behind on the back of my T-shirt and then a large amount of something very cold being dropped down against my bare back.
"Ahhhggggggg," I shouted, leaping up and unsuccessfully trying to scoop whatever it was from my back, but of course I couldn't reach it. God it was really cold and wet. I ripped the headphones off and pulled my T-shirt up and over my head as quick as I could, in an effort to release whatever was against my skin.
A large pile of slushy snow fell onto the carpet and as I cavorted one way and another to get it all off, I saw Julie standing behind the sofa, a smirk on her face and a large plastic bowl in her hands.
"Do you think it's funny now then Chris, you prick?"
I realised that she had come in quietly, the bowl filled with snow, and tipped it all down my back.
"Look at the mess," I shouted at her, "I know you were annoyed, but you didn't need to go that far, it was just a harmless joke I played on you."
"So was mine," she retorted, "and it's not 'were' annoyed, I am still fucking annoyed." she added.
"I should get you for this," I said.
I was mad with myself partly because I had let my guard drop and also because she had upped the ante and caught me out properly.
"Oh yes?" she said, raising one eyebrow, "you think you are man enough?" she challenged.
"Any day," I replied.
"Just try it," she said, putting the bowl down, but keeping her eyes fixed on me.
I could see she had changed into a soft, grey jogging top and from the little I could see, matching, tight, leggings.
Not giving her the chance to be prepared, I shot around the sofa in an attempt to grab her and show her she wasn't a match for me. Embarrassingly, I wasn't even able to touch her as, fast as lightening, she jumped over the sofa, bounced off the cushions and stood up where I had been standing a moment earlier.
"Not got any better moves than that then?" she taunted me, picking up my very wet T-shirt and shaking it at me, flicking drops of icy water onto my bare top.
We moved round the sofa, mirroring each other until we were back where we started. We circled around again, but I couldn't get close to her.
I wasn't going to give up and let her win, but I was out of ideas how to get any advantage, when a thought popped into my head. While she was watching for the tiniest movement, I used the oldest trick in the book. I let all the tension go out of my body, stood up straight and pointedly looked at the open door that was behind her with a surprised expression on my face, as if someone had appeared there.
On a reflex, Julie turned her head to look and see who was there.
Quickly, so as not to lose the moment, I jumped onto the sofa cushions, leaned over, and grabbed Julie by the waist and before she had a chance to recover, hauled her bodily over the low back of the sofa and onto her back on the cushions.
I reached for her flailing arms, caught one of them, and at the same time swung one leg over her body so that I was sitting on the top of her thighs.
"Get off me you dick head," she shouted.
"Not a bad move for a 'dick head' then after all? I asked, bathed in the glory of my own prowess.
"Just get off," she said.
"Oh no, you gotta say the word first to show that I have won," I answered.
"I am sure you've regressed to childhood," she said, scathingly, as she struggled to free herself, "we don't play these silly games anymore."
"It looks like we are," I said.
She struggled more and tried using her free hand to push me off her. She was strong and was almost dislodging me, so I leaned forwards and put more weight on her heaving pelvis with mine. The tight leggings that she had put on were moulded to her firm body and as she shifted, pushed, and twisted, I became aware that my cock had begun to grow and was now firmly in contact, although through our thin clothes, with her mound.
The more she struggled and lifted her bottom up and down, the more it stimulated my sensitive appendage. In all the times we had fought and wrestled, nothing like this had happened before.
Oh my God, I thought, I've got an erection pushing against my sister. What will she think, she is already annoyed, she'll probably never speak to me again. I tried to think of something ordinary or boring to make it go down.
I am fairly sure that in the beginning, she was so intent on getting free and turning the tables on me, that she didn't realise how our parts were rubbing together. I wasn't sure what to do, as it was her movements and not mine that were causing us to almost dry-hump.
I first noticed her expression flow from concentration trying to get free, to puzzlement, confusion, and then realisation. I also noticed less of a struggle and more experimental movements of her hips.
I was just thinking how to get out of this situation, when...
Julie stopped moving.
When she stopped, my hard cock came to rest in the dip between her thighs, the head pressed firmly by my weight, against where her pussy would be.
"Chris, is that what I think it is, sticking into me?" she asked, almost unbelievingly.
"Err, I dunno, what do you think it is?" I tried to brazen it out but felt my face reddening.
"It feels to me like you have a hard-on for your sister, you pervert," she spat.
"It's not my fault," I said, trying to defend myself, "it just sort of happened."
"What do you mean, 'it just sort of happened'?" she asked, sarcastically, but made no effort to move.
"Well, you know, a man, an attractive girl... I am sure I don't have to spell it out," I said.
"But I'm your sister," she said, "are you telling me you find me sexually attractive?"
"Of course you are attractive, but I didn't mean that I have been lusting over you or anything," I said, feeling somewhat embarrassed and trying to distance myself from my uncooperative rigid cock.
"It doesn't feel like that to me," she said, the expression in her eyes seeming a little softer, and she still hadn't tried to move.
"If you say 'uncle' we can end this now and forget it happened," I offered, thinking that it would be a face-saver all round.
"Oh no, I don't think so," she replied, a mischievous glint forming in her eyes, "lets see how much of a macho man you are and who 'chickens out' first shall we, pervert."
With that, she began to move her hips slowly up and down, resulting in my covered cock rubbing along the top of her clothed mons and perhaps her clit.
"What are you doing?" I asked, a bit shocked at the direction this was taking.
"You'll have to work it out," she said, "unless you want to call 'uncle' now of course?"
It seemed neither of us were prepared to be the one to give in just yet. I didn't know what the rules were and wasn't about to ask, but I could see that she had lost that angry look and was showing signs of a different sort of excitement. How far she was prepared to take this spontaneous new game I had no idea, but with my mind in turmoil at how this was evolving, I just let her lead.
While she was pre-occupied, I had taken the opportunity to grab her other wrist, so that now I had both of her hands pinned to the sofa each side of her head, my legs either side of hers and pressing my hips down on hers to try to immobilise her. However, immobilised she wasn't, as she certainly had some core strength in her slim frame and was still able to lift me a couple of inches, even though I was pressing my weight down on her.
She continued to look directly into my eyes, challenging me to call a halt, but also daring me to continue.
Her movements were more subtle now and I wasn't sure if this was a ruse to lower my guard or something more. She was certainly stimulating my hard cock with these gentler movements, and I wondered if it was doing the same thing for her.
"I don't think we should be doing this," I said, getting even more embarrassed at how much it was getting me worked up.
"So, you admit defeat then? You can stop anytime by saying the word," she said, in a huskier voice than before, and stopping her movements.
"That's not what I said."
"What are you saying then?" she retorted, the corners of her mouth just lifting with the suspicion of a grin.
"I just think you seem to have us playing a weird game and I don't know the rules." I replied.
"That's because there aren't any," she giggled, "except that the first one to say, 'that word', loses."
I think I was beginning to understand that this was about brinkmanship. Which of us would reach the limit of our comfort zone first and give in. I hadn't ever contemplated anything sexual with my sister, and now here we were, clearly competing for who would let it go the furthest. I believed she wouldn't let it go too far; she also had never given any hints that I figured anywhere on her sexual spectrum.
With that thought in my mind and her movements beginning again, I decided to step it up a notch and see how she reacted.
I waited until she relaxed into the cushions, then quickly slipped one leg over and in-between hers. She wasn't ready for it, and her legs opened easily against the pressure. While she was still making sense of that, I slid my other leg alongside it, so that now I was lying on her, effectively in the missionary position, my cock up against her pussy.
Although my top half was still bare, we were both still dressed in the rest of our clothes, but even through them, I could feel the head of my cock against a soft fleshy part of her that had a natural valley in-between.
Now her face took on a more surprised expression tinged with a blush that crept up from her neck. She lay perfectly still, gazing at me.
"You can stop anytime by saying the word, if you want to," I said, mimicking what she had said earlier to me.
Her surprise hardened to determination as she unconsciously bit her lower lip.
"No chance," she said, "but you are hurting my wrists."
I looked at where I was holding her and realised I was gripping her hard, a red mark forming around where my fingers gripped her.
"Ok, I'll release them if you promise not to batter me with your fists."
She thought about it for a moment.
"Agreed," she said, a bit too quickly.
"No, no, I know you, you have to promise, and you know we have never gone back on promises," I insisted.
"Yes ok, ok, I promise, cross my heart, pinky promise, blah, blah, and all that kid's stuff," she said, a bit ungraciously, rolling her eyes.
I slowly released the grip on her wrists, ready for any sudden movement, but she did as promised, and apart from rubbing each wrist in turn, didn't try to fight me with them.
I thought we had reached a stalemate, but once again I underestimated my sister. With one quick movement, she sat up using just her stomach muscles, put both arms round my neck and pulled me bodily down against her, trapping my head in some sort of arm lock, my head to one side.
"Owww," I said, taken by surprise.
"Ha ha," she laughed, "now what do you say?"
Actually, I couldn't say much as she had me pinned hard against her firm breasts, and even breathing was difficult. My arms had flopped to either side of her but were trapped the wrong way up.
I wasn't going to let her get away with that, so shifting my weight with my knees and moving my hips, I positioned my cock right along where I thought under her leggings must be her pussy lips and began to slowly and deliberately dry-hump her.
I felt her body twitch underneath me and I am sure a quiet groan escaped her lips.
She wasn't making any attempt to escape, on the contrary, she seemed to be starting to enjoy what I was doing and although this hadn't started out to be sexual in any way, it was rapidly heading that way.
As my cock sawed back and forth along the junction of her legs, I gradually felt a reciprocal action. She was definitely rubbing herself against me. I was actually enjoying the feeling on my cock and the knowledge that this was my sister, just seemed to make it even more erotic.
She loosened the grip on my neck, and I was able to turn my head sideways into a more comfortable position, pressing in-between her breasts. There didn't seem to be any hard clothing there, so I quickly surmised that she wasn't wearing a bra under her soft jogging top.
I managed to rotate my arms so that I could lift myself up on my elbows and look at her face.
I could now see her flushed cheeks and that she was breathing more heavily through her slightly open mouth.
"This has really turned strange," I said quietly, still humping her slowly.
"It has," she replied, in a whisper, taking her arms from around my neck entirely and letting them lie alongside her body on the sofa.
"Shouldn't we...ummm...stop then?"
"Are you saying you want to?" she asked, her blue eyes piercing mine now, a look of possible victory in them.
"I was just, well, asking how you feel," I said.
"I think I feel I am winning," she replied, turning her mouth into a grin.
"If that's what you are thinking, you're mistaken, 'cos I'm not the one going to call a halt just yet," I said.
"Hmmm, ok, it's your choice," she said, putting the ball back into my court.
I wondered what more I could do that might give me the upper hand and make her consider it had gone far enough for her to stop the game, but with us now moving together in a very sexual way, I could only think of one thing.
Lifting one hand, I placed it squarely on her breast and cupped it through her top.
That got a reaction.
"Hey what are you doing?" she said, much louder than a whisper.
"Making my own rules, like you did."
"It didn't involve touching each other's bits though," she said.
"Too much for you, is it?" I asked, challengingly.
I could see her struggling for a smart retort, but couldn't find one, especially when my fingers found evidence of a hard nipple through her clothes and teased it with my thumb and finger.
"Ohhh," she sighed, and increased the pressure of her pelvis against mine. "That's really bad, you shouldn't be doing that."
"Bad or good?" I asked, sensing that she was getting more excited by the minute.
"Oh God, both," she said, quietly, and made no effort to stop me.
I continued to run my hand over both her breasts, stopping occasionally to feel for a nipple and give it a quick squeeze. She in turn continued to move her hips against me, stimulating me even more.
I moved my head and tried to find a nipple with my lips, but the material was a bit too thick, and I was unable to get a grip and just got a mouth full of material.
I saw the answer high up on her neck; it was the tag for the zipper that ran all the way down the front of her jogging top.
However, I was in a quandary. I let the options run around in my brain, while all the time, with Julie's movements, my cock was pressing and rubbing against her covered pussy, and she showed no sign of calling a halt.
My thoughts went like this...if I attempted to pull the zip down and encountered bare flesh, it would be a serious line crossed. Would she even let me? We still seemed to be playing the game of who would call a halt first. Perhaps if I tried and she objected, she would call a halt and I would win. If she didn't then I would perhaps be seeing and touching her bare breasts for the first time. In my current state of arousal, that sounded like a 'win, win' situation to me, even though I knew it was my sister underneath me. I couldn't see a reason not to try and see what happened, we were both in uncharted territory.
Without further self debate, I reached for the tag of the zip and pulled on it. At first it only moved a little and I didn't think Julie knew what was happening. Then, as it opened more, and she felt the cooler air on her skin, her eyes that had been half closed, shot open.
"What? What are you doing?" she said, loudly, moving one of her hands to press on the zip, stopping it going down further.
"I'm seeing if it's time you realised that I am the winner," I stated, more confident than I felt, and wondering what her reaction was going to be.
"I didn't... I mean, I wasn't..."
"What 'didn't' or 'wasn't' do you mean?" I asked quickly.
"This," she paused, "I'm your sister and it's now getting far too weird," she finally said.
My fingers were still gripping the tag of the zip.
"You know the word and what you have to do," I said.
I knew she was stubborn and very competitive, so it was no surprise when that steely look came back into her eyes, and after a few moments, she moved her hand away. It was a good psychological move on her part, calling my bluff and leaving me to make the decision about going further.
I hesitated now, should I go that extra step? Was she really going to let me, or was she just testing me? More confusion, especially as she now gently rotated her hips pressing my cock hard against her; her eyes and expression daring me to do it.
She should have known to never dare a fool, so slowly I pulled again on the zip's tag, seeing it open, exposing increasingly more of her bare skin. She definitely wasn't wearing anything underneath.
I expected her to stop me as the zip got lower and lower, sliding over the hills of her breasts, past her belly button, until it stopped against the bottom fastening, but her expression never changed and neither did her motion beneath me.
Leaving it where it was, I reached up and slowly parted her top. Gradually the valley between her breasts came into view, then the inner sides of her mounds and finally her breasts and very dark and erect nipples. I had only ever seen her breasts covered in clothes, or a bikini now and then, so this was the first time I had seen them bared.
I saw her bite her bottom lip, almost embarrassed, but nothing else changed.
I took a good look at what I had revealed. Two, unsupported, firm, white, breasts, at least a handful each, with their respective hard nipple perched on top of each one. The areolae surrounding the nipples, a dusky pink, with a few raised bumps on each that further pointed to her arousal.
I slid my hand up and cupped each of those beauties in turn. I ran my fingers down the valley in-between, pushing each breast sideways to make room, and seeing them spring back together. I drew circles around the outside of each one and then moved inwards to tweak each nipple in turn.
Now that I had full access, by moving my head, I was able to put my lips over one of those hard nubs, my tongue feeling the tiny bumps of its texture. I sucked and then ran my tongue around it in my mouth.
"Ohhhh," she sighed, and increased the pressure of her hips upwards.
While teasing her nipple, I started to meet her thrusts, rubbing my covered cock up and down on her tight leggings, over her pussy. There was little doubt now that we were dry-humping, in a very sexual and un-sibling-like way.
Both of us were breathing faster now, and I could feel my own heart thumping in my chest at the thought of how taboo this thing was that I was doing to her, and how sexually excited I was feeling.
Sucking her nipple and moving in time with her, was obviously stimulating Julie too, as her eyes were again half-closed, and her face was quite flushed. She didn't do anything with her hands, just left them lying beside her. I assumed she didn't want to encourage me in any way and give me the impression she was instigating anything for me to do more.
I knew we had already crossed a line - well several actually - but only under the pretence of the 'game' we were playing, I wondered now how far she might really go. I could tell she was as worked up as me and after all, it had been she who had initiated the grinding that we were still doing.
My brain and my thinking were now starting to be guided by the feeling coming from my hard cock rather than any logical thought, and I decided to move it up yet another level and see how she reacted.
Still sucking and teasing her nipple, I slid one hand down between us to where my cock was pressing on where her legs joined and slid a finger between them. Christ, her legging were very damp there.
"CHRIS, what the fuck?" she said, surprised by the feel of my finger directly between her legs.
"What?" I said.
"You've got your finger where you shouldn't have," she replied, having stopped any movement of her hips.
"I thought you said there were no rules?" I repeated her words.
"I know but that's not what I meant," she said, clearly confused now about what to do about it.
"So, you've reached your limit and have to give up, is that what you are saying now?" I asked, knowing it would grate with her.
She thought for a moment or two, biting her lip and remaining still, my finger still resting against her pussy lips that I could now definitely feel through the crotch of her damp, tight, leggings.
"That's not exactly what I'm saying," she said, eventually, "but we could just call it quits now, if you want and no harm done?"
"I'm not sure I do," I said, enjoying her discomfort and wiggling my finger against her.
"Ohhh," she gasped, as she felt my finger prodding and poking her sensitive spot, feeling the material give and stretch so that my finger was between her lips pressing it in slightly.
I ran my fingertip up and down the damp area and she actually pushed upwards to meet it.
"Damn Chris, I shouldn't be doing this with you," she muttered.
"You are though, and enjoying it, aren't you?"
She didn't say anything, I think she was reluctant to say the words, but I saw an almost subconscious nod of her head.
Having stroked and rubbed her there for a few minutes, her movements reciprocating mine, I let my hand drift higher up to the elasticated waist of her leggings. More easily than I imagined and not giving her a chance to react, I slipped my hand under the elastic and down to rest on the flimsy underwear covering her pussy.
I saw a look of panic and then uncertainty cross her face as my fingers found the wetness there. I could feel the springiness of what must be pubic hair under whatever covered her pussy, but it was so thin that it did little to disguise the puffy lips pressing against it.
"Chris, we can't, we've gone too far already," she said, through her rapid breathing, "I don't think we should play this game anymore."
"I knew I'd win," I said, "because when it comes to it, you are no match for me."
"I am," she replied, more forcefully, "it's just that you're my brother and if we continue, I'm not sure where it will end."
"I thought we decided it will end when one of us gives in?"
"Well, yes, but..."
"Are you giving in now?"
That stubborn look came back into her eyes, "No," she said.
"Then I guess I will carry on," I said, and promptly slid my hand up and then back down, under the elastic of her underwear, cupping her naked pussy, her short pubic hair against my palm.
"Ohhh fuck," she groaned, loudly, squirming under my touch.
Now I knew why, even reluctantly, she still wanted to continue, she was so wet my fingers were soaked almost immediately.
It didn't take me long to slide a couple of fingers between her soaking lips and find her hard little clit at the apex. Sliding my fingers either side of it, I moved them back and forwards slowly, bathed in her own secretions, it was like the slickest lubricant ever.
"Ahhh," she groaned, moving her hips in time with my fingers, "it wasn't supposed to go this far she whispered."
"How far did you think it might go?" I asked, dipping my fingers deeper into her entrance then back over her clit.
"It... it was just to get you back, I had no idea you would take it so far," she said.
"And now?"
"And now, I'm a bit scared and not sure what we are doing," she said, hesitatingly.
She was so wet, that on finding her entrance, I slid both fingers up inside her, feeling hardly any resistance.
"Chris, oh fuck, you've got your fingers inside me, what are you doing to me..." she sighed, her hands bunching into fists on the cushions.
I thought she was about to hit me or something, but the next moment I felt one of her hands slide between us and grip my hard cock through my loose jogging bottoms.
"God. you're as hard as a rock, and for your sister too, what a pervert," she said, experimentally rubbing her hand up and down.
"Said she who is soaking wet because her brother is touching her, and she is holding his cock," I retorted, beginning to finger fuck her wet hole more deeply.
Apart from several deep sighs, that seemed to shut her up for the time being.
Copying what I had done, she moved her hand up and then pushed it down under my waistband, and finding no underwear, gripped the shaft of my warm, hard cock. She moved the skin up and down, gently wanking me, then ran her thumb over the enlarged head picking up my copious precum and rubbing it round and round. It was clear she had done this before.
"Wow, it's bigger than I thought...well... I mean... not that I have ever thought about it," she said, blushing even more.
"You haven't?" I asked, curiously.
"No, of course not. Have you...about me I mean?" she returned the question.
"No, not like that, but now..."
"I know," she said, her conscience obviously pricking her again.
"But here we are," I said, leaving my fingers buried inside her, but sliding my thumb up and round her clit.
"Ohhhh, you certainly know what to do," she gasped, moving her hand down to feel my balls further down.
"Chris?"
"What?"
"Can... I see it?"
"And you called me a pervert?" I said, lightly.
"Can I, please?" she asked.
"So is this a new game of yours, show me yours and..." I left it hanging.
She thought about it, biting her lower lip again. She knew this had now gone further than either of us had thought at first. I wondered if she would at last call a halt.
"Hmmm, ok then, you take your joggers off first and then I will too."
"Really," I said, "no tricks?"
"No tricks, I promise," she agreed, and went back to slowly wanking my increasingly sensitive cock.
I looked at her eyes to try to determine if she really meant it and could see no hint of pretence.
Removing my hand from under her clothes, I knelt up and slid my jogging bottoms down, my now naked cock rearing up against my stomach, her hand still wrapped around it.
"Oh my God, I never thought we would ever be doing this," she said, "I still don't know why we are," she mumbled, lifting her head for a better view, and sliding the foreskin back to reveal the wet, purple, head.
I let her look and feel for a few moments, it was after all a very erotic feeling having your sister's hand touching your most sensitive parts for the first time. She ran her fingers round the head and trailed a nail gently under the ridge, making more precum seep from the opening, which she quickly massaged over the head. Much as I was enjoying it, I wanted to see more of her too.
"I've done my bit, now you," I said.
Even though she was holding my cock, I could still see the remnants of her reluctance mirrored in her face. I was beginning to think she might not go through with it, until decisively she let go of my cock, and slipping a hand into her waistband each side, started to slide her leggings down over her thighs.
"Hold on, what about those?" I said, seeing her very feminine knickers starting to come into view.
"That wasn't in the deal, was it?" she grinned.
"Can you only win by cheating?" I asked.
I knew that accusing her of cheating would not go down well with her competitive spirit, but neither would being naked in front of her brother, showing all her feminine charms. She had a dilemma.
She paused. The room seemed charged with static.
Her forehead crinkled slightly, while she contemplated the options.
Suddenly, without saying anything, she sort of shrugged, bent her legs that were still either side of me, and lifting her feet up, slid both her bottoms and knickers off together, down her long legs, and off. She then put her legs back either side of mine where they had been before.
I then got the first glimpse of my sister's dark, trimmed, pubic hair and two swollen lips already partly open, showing a wet, pink, interior.
The next thing I heard was, "Earth to Chris, can you hear me, come in."
I realised I had been staring at the sexy sight before me for several seconds.
"Sorry," I mumbled, "I never thought... I mean It's just..."
"So now you have seen me, and we are even again, now what?"
Now that she had bared her warm pussy, I could already smell an aroma drifting into my nostrils. A hint of soap from when she had obviously showered recently, mixed with the aroma of her arousal, a sort of tangy, ozone, smell you get on the wind at the seaside. Surprisingly, it was tantalising, and I although I don't know much about pheromones, something was telling me to taste it too.
Again, she had cleverly left it to me to decide what to do next, if anything, and she watched me with interest as I moved my head closer to her pussy, probably thinking I wanted to get a closer look.
She definitely jumped when she felt my tongue on her bare pussy, "Fuck, Chris, what...Ohhhh?"
I wasn't going to talk now that I had my mouth on her puffy lips, and instead went to work, sucking licking and then running my tongue up to her clit and back.
That seemed to wipe out any thoughts she was having about what, or why, this was happening, and with a groan, pushed her hips up at my mouth trying to get the hardest contact possible with my tongue and any part of her anatomy there.
I now had the taste of her too, definitely a salty, clean, taste, almost like fresh sea food, which doesn't have that fishy smell because it is so fresh, followed by a slight tang of acidity that I couldn't place. I loved it and couldn't get enough.
When I ignored her and continued licking her and rolling her clit around in my mouth, she opened her legs wider and was in her own heaven, moaning and groaning with each new touch. As I sucked on her clit, I pushed two fingers back inside her as far as I could, feeling the different textures of her inner vagina, before starting to move them in and out in time with my sucking.
She was really into it now, making little mewing noises I had never her heard her make before. She was getting wetter by the minute as my tongue and fingers worked on her. She gripped my hair and held my face against her wet pussy. The perfume of her arousal got stronger and stronger.
We would certainly have to open the windows, cold or not, to ventilate the room, before our parents came home
I knew she couldn't reach my cock with her hands now, even if it had occurred to her in the midst of her passionate writhing about, but my own arousal at what we were doing had my cock want to be touched or at least touch something...
Taking my fingers out of her, I firmly removed her hands from my head and sat up between her legs, my cock sticking up straight only a few inches from her inviting pussy.
"Ahhhhh, no, are you going to tease me until I concede now," she groaned, on feeling my mouth and fingers leave her.
"Not exactly," I replied.
Putting my hands on her hips, I pulled her closer until the length of my cock was resting against her.
As she realised what was now touching her pussy, she opened her eyes, "Is that your cock touching me Chris?"
"Do you like it?" I said, not directly answering the question.
"I... ummmm, I shouldn't I know, and it may be that we really have gone that bit too far, seriously, don't you think? Chris?"
She wasn't making any move to jump up and leave, but I could tell she was on the verge of deciding what to do.
"It does feel good though, doesn't it?" I said, quietly and moved my hips so that my cock slid up and down her slit a little.
"Oh Chris, we mustn't," she said, unconvincingly, understanding where this was about to go, "it'll change everything," she added.
"I am only using my cock like I did my fingers and tongue," I said, matter-of-factly, putting more pressure on my cock against her.
She put one hand down to feel where my cock was and pressed my cock harder against her, "Yes, I know, but it's not really the same is it?" she said, and at the same time groaned, sensuously, at the feeling the contact of my hard cock was giving her.
She was continuing to hold it hard against her, her labia almost wrapped round the length of my cock, the head grazing against her clit.
She was moving her hips again now, making my cock slip further up and down, pressed in-between her wet lips. I looked down and could see that the way she was pressing it at the bottom of the stroke, was forcing the head to almost penetrate her, but not quite. No wonder she was reluctant to stop even through her qualms.
"Press it in a bit harder," I whispered, wondering if she really would.
I could feel her hand trembling against my cock, wanting to, but not wanting to, as the conflict went round in her brain.
"I don't think we..."
"It'll just be a little bit," I pressured her, "I know you'd like to feel it wouldn't you?"
"Chris, we can't..."
"Only we will know, go on press it harder."
It would have been easy to just slide it inside her, but I wanted her to be the one that initiated that ultimate step, but would she?
"I know we've already gone too far, but if we...you know..." she whispered, still holding my cock to her.
"You can feel me rubbing against you, it feels good, doesn't it?" I said.
"Yes, but any more and..."
"And it will feel even better, won't it?" I coaxed her, "we could just see how it feels for a moment, if you press a bit harder."
She was biting her lower lip again, but I felt an increase in pressure from her fingers. Not wanting to let the opportunity slip by in case she changed her mind at the last moment, I altered the angle of my hips very slightly seeing and feeling part of the head enter her, so that my cock was no longer lying between her pussy lips, but was pointing between them, pushing them apart.
"Oh God Chris, I can feel you there," she exclaimed, "you're almost in me, are you sure we should?"
"It feels wonderful Julie," I said, rocking my hips so that the head moved in and out between her lips just a small amount.
"But we are almost actually fucking," she said, as if it was a revelation that had only just occurred to her.
We are, I thought to myself, and it is the most amazing feeling that I never thought I would be sharing with my sister. Those erotic thoughts somehow incited me to press forward a little more forcefully, and the entire head of my cock disappeared inside her.
"Chris, Chris, I can feel you inside me more now, stop, I don't think we should," she said, a bit panicky, pressing her hand against my chest.
I stopped, the head of my cock still inside her, "You know, despite all our fights and arguments, that I love you, don't you?" I said.
She seemed taken aback with this change of conversation and didn't answer.
"You are worried that this might change things, but I think it will just make me love you more," I said, uncharacteristically serious.
"You...you mean that?" she said, her face taking on a softer, more vulnerable look.
"Yes, of course."
"I didn't realise," she said quietly, "I thought you just liked annoying and pranking me."
"Well, that as well," I said, grinning, thinking that this was a strange conversation to be having with my sister while my cock was partially inside her.
"And you really don't think doing this might spoil all that?" she asked, looking for confirmation.
"No, I don't, as long as it's our secret and that means no one else can ever know. What about you, what do you think?"
"I am not sure, I never expected to be doing this, but I admit I like the feel of you and our closeness now."
"Yes, me too," I said, looking at her shining eyes and soft features.
"It...it would be this once only, the only time though, I think," she said.
I felt her resolve weakening, and the hand had disappeared from pressing on my chest.
"If that's what you want," I answered.
"I think it would have to be; it would be too risky."
"You may be right," I agreed, but wondered if she meant it.
"Come and kiss me," she said, suddenly, putting her hands onto my arms and pulling to get me to lie down on top of her.
"What about..." I looked down at where we were partially joined, knowing that if I moved down, my cock would almost certainly slide into her.
"Let it," she said, sexily, more or less reading my mind.
"Really? You are sure?"
She nodded and pulled me harder down to her.
That movement of my body down towards her did as I expected, and I felt my cock sliding slowly and deliciously deeper, into her tight, waiting, hot tunnel.
As I reached the point where my lips met hers, she gasped, "Ohhh, fuck, Chris, mmmm, that does feel good."
At that moment I felt our pubic hair touch, my cock buried fully in my sister's warm pussy.
I kissed her lovingly, and she opened her lips almost immediately to press her tongue into my mouth. Over the next few minutes, lying still, but inside her, I discovered she was an amazing kisser. She certainly led the way; her tongue touching every part of my mouth, sucking on my own tongue, almost like I imagined she would suck a penis.
The tongue acrobatics, combined with the feeling of my bare chest pressed against her hard nipples, and my cock snugly inside her, was having such an effect on me that I felt my cock twitching, followed by a reciprocal squeeze of my cock from her vaginal muscles deep inside.
It was so sensual just lying there, siblings, joined as one, but my body was trembling with the urge to move and to actually fuck this sexy woman, and I was unable to resist.
Starting slowly, I pulled almost all the way out and then as slowly as the first time, pushed my cock back inside her until I couldn't get any further in. It only took that one thrust for her to join in, matching my repeated thrusts with an uplift of her hips.
We kissed as we began to gather momentum, my one hand squeezing and teasing her breast and nipple, hearing her groan through our kissing and loud nasal breathing. As we reached maximum penetration, I could feel my pubic bone mashing against her clit and each time another groan. I was obviously doing the right thing for her.
"If anyone finds out..." she started, breathlessly.
"They won't from me," I said, cutting her off.
"Oh God, Chris, never in my wildest dreams did I think we'd be doing this" she mumbled, her lips finding mine again.
We were really in synchronism now; as I was thrusting into her, she lifted her hips up to meet me, getting the maximum penetration possible. At times I felt the head of my cock bottom out, such was the depth she wanted me to be in her.
I moved my hand back up to stroke and squeeze her breasts and nipples, her moans and sighs gaining in volume as we made this new secret between us.
"A bit faster Chris," she urged me.
I did as she asked. My cock ploughed in and out of her, causing whatever made her juices go into overdrive, the squelching noises from down there getting louder.
"Yes, yes, Chris, nearly there, oh God," she shouted, louder than I would have liked, for if she continued at that volume, we wouldn't have to tell the neighbours, they would hear for themselves.
The sight and sound of my sister climbing up towards her climax, and the knowledge that it was me taking her there, was having a profound affect on me too. I could feel that it wouldn't be long before I would reach the point of no return.
"Oh, fuck Chris, I am so close, harder, harder," she said, opening her legs as far as she could and pushing herself against me with all the strength in her athletic legs.
"Julie, fuck, I am about to come, I have to pull out," I said, panicking.
"No, no, come inside me," she gasped, putting her arms around me to stop me.
"What if..." I stuttered.
"It's ok, just don't stop," she managed.
It was too late anyway.
I felt the eruption start at the base of my cock and in less than a second the first jet of my cum sprayed into my sister's vagina.
She felt it.
"Oh yes, come in me, that's it, oh fuck I'm coming now."
And she did.
She got me as far as she could inside her and then her vagina seemed to grip my cock. Those strong muscles she had in her tummy went taut and then rippled. I could feel the effect deep inside her while my cock spurted more of my sperm into her.
After that first desire to get as much of my cock into her as possible, she relaxed, then pushed back again, multiple times, while I just followed her, filling her with all the cum that I had, until I could feel only last few dribbles were coming out.
When she slowly calmed down, I could feel how wet she was as my cock seemed to be drowning in a sea of mixed cum and her juices.
"Phew, Chris, what was that for fuck's sake?" she finally said, her body coming to rest, with just a few minor spasms passing every now and then. I lay on her, getting my breath back, my cock still firmly embedded in her.
"I don't know, but it was amazing," I said.
She put her arms round me and held me tightly to her, "I have never really said it," she began, "but you know I love you too, don't you?"
"I knew you did," I said, softly, "but I didn't know how much," I said, and involuntarily my cock twitched inside her.
"I felt that," she giggled, "I can hardly believe you are still hard inside me."
"Perhaps it's because, that although you are my sister, you're also a very sexy woman."
She slapped my back with one hand and a new blush crept up her face.
"Stop it," she grinned, "I'm nothing special."
"Oh, you are," I said, planting a soft kiss on her lips and slowly moving in and out of her just once.
"No, we can't go again now," she giggled again, "it's too late, they'll be home soon, and I am sure we have some clearing up to do."
"So, you meant 'not now', does that mean...?"
"Shut up and pass me your damp shirt before you pull out, I'll use it to catch anything...you know...that might come out and lessen the mess." she said, ignoring my remark.
"So, I guess we call this game a draw?" I asked, tongue in cheek, as I pulled my cock from her soaking pussy while she manoeuvred the shirt under herself.
She stopped and looked straight at me, "I'll think about it." she said, a strange look in her eye.Consequences of Pranking My Sister Ch. 02
My sister ignores me, I have to fix it.
This is a follow-on story of two siblings, both of whom are over 18 years of age.
We need to talk...
For the first few days after what had happened between me and my sister, we hardly spoke or looked at one another, but fortunately that wasn't so out of the ordinary and our parents didn't seem to notice.
I knew though that she was deliberately avoiding looking at me and having any awkward conversations about what we had done. I wondered if she just wanted to pretend it had never happened and say no more about it. I think I would have been ok with that except that I was unable to forget the sight of her naked body, and the feeling of sliding my cock into her. I was reliving it often, alone in my room, with a box of tissues.
After several days, I tried to catch her eye, but she stubbornly refused to meet mine and the atmosphere between us continued to prevail. I knew that we needed to talk about it before our parents noticed something was wrong, but so far, she was showing no signs of being amenable to that.
Finally, an opportunity arose at the weekend about 10 days later, with the snow all gone, when Mom and Dad decided to go into town, to do some clothes shopping and said they would have lunch out before returning in the late afternoon.
As soon as I heard them leave, I got out of bed in my soft shorts and T shirt that I habitually sleep in, and quietly padded barefoot to the door of my sister's room.
I tapped on it.
I knew she was still in there, but there was no response.
I tapped a bit harder on the door, "Julie, it's me," I said, then realised I was stating the obvious, who else could it be...duh.
No response.
"Julie, we need to talk, can I come in?"
"No, go away," I finally heard.
"Come on, just for a few minutes," I persisted, "I think we need to."
"I don't think I want to," came the muffled reply.
"There's just us here and I am unhappy that we are hardly speaking, I think you might be too."
There was silence again, so after what seemed like several minutes, but was probably less, I turned away from the door and was heading back to my own room, when I heard the door handle turn and click. I looked back and the door had been cracked open a little.
"Ok," I heard more clearly now through the gap in the door, "you can come in for a moment."
I turned back, and after giving a polite knock on the door, pushed it further open and stepped into her room. It wasn't somewhere I had been for a long time, as she tended to guard her privacy, so I was a little surprised to see how neat and 'girly' it was, not quite the impression I had of my sister.
She was sitting on her bed in her sleepwear which seemed to consist of a pair of floppy, small, yellow, shorts and a large loose T shirt, not unlike what I was wearing. It was hard trying to be contrite when faced with a large expanse of bare leg and although I tried not to stare, I couldn't detect any obvious bra under her T shirt either. Her light hair was loose, a bit tousled, and resting on her shoulders.
She looked up at me with those blue eyes, an unfathomable look on her face.
"What do you want?" she asked, not too aggressively I thought.
"Well, as I said, I think we need to talk about what happened the other day," I said, still standing near the door.
"Why do you think we need to?"
"Because you seem to be ignoring me and it hurts knowing that you are so obviously upset with me."
She looked down and didn't say anything for a few moments, as she fiddled with a loose thread on the hem of her T shirt.
"I'm not upset with you," she said, eventually, not looking up, "but more with myself for allowing it to go so far."
As I processed that bit of information, I plucked up the courage to move further into her room and perch on the end of her bed. She didn't say anything.
"It wasn't just you though was it," I ventured.
"I could have stopped you though, but because of my stupid pride, I refused to give in right up to the end," she said, more quietly.
"To be fair, we both did the same," I replied, "I am as much to blame, it's why I thought you must be really annoyed with me."
"But I'm your older sister, I should have known better."
It was clear she was feeling guilty herself, rather than being angry with me, a thought that hadn't really occurred to me.
The silence broken only by the ticking of her clock was palpable as neither of us said anything for what seemed like minutes at the time but was probably only some tens of seconds.
"So, uummmm... what? ... I mean why... didn't you just say 'no' once it got further than you were comfortable with, you know I would never hurt you, don't you?" I said, looking at her still picking at the loose thread.
Another silence.
She finally looked up at me, "Yes I know that, but promise me you won't think I'm a terrible person if I tell you," she said, still in a quiet voice.
"Of course not, I would never think that way about you, I'm your brother, I will always love you," I replied, sincerely.
"You said that then too and it's not something I have ever heard you say before."
"Well, I think things like that, but don't often say them out loud," I said, slightly embarrassed at my own words.
A tiny smile crossed her face, "The reason I didn't give in or tell you to stop was because..." she paused, a blush creeping up her neck.
"Because what?" I coaxed her.
"Because I was enjoying our closeness and what you were doing to me, it felt different to the feelings I have had with anyone else I have been with," she managed to get out, the blush moving up into her cheeks.
"Oh," I said, inadequately, taken aback by her words, and making it my turn to blush, but also causing my cock to stir with the thought that she had actually enjoyed it.
"So now you know," she added.
I certainly did know now, and so did my cock, which despite commands from me to behave was slowly growing. There seemed to be more to say, but neither of us seemed able to be the first to start that conversation. We sat there with our own thoughts for a short while.
"Chris, I..." she started, but I had begun talking too.
"Go on," I said, "you go first."
"No, what were you going to say?" she countered.
"Ladies first," I said, a little bit of the old banter showing.
"Ok, well, I was just going to say... that I did wonder why you let us go all the way too?" she said, "I mean, you actually fucked your sister."
I was slightly taken aback by her language, and didn't know if this was going to be a one-off conversation about it, so I wanted to be honest with her.
"It didn't start off to be anything more than a silly prank, and I honestly never had any idea of where it was going to lead, but the further we went, just made me realise how beautiful and sexy you are. Seeing and touching you was the most erotic and amazing thing I have ever done."
"Really? Wow, Chris, I never expected to hear that from you," she said, almost bashfully, and now with a very red face at the compliment.
"Yes, really," I affirmed, my cock now almost fully erect despite my efforts to calm it down, "and it did take two of us," I added, gently.
"Yes, I know, but you don't think it has made anything 'weird' between us?"
"Apart from us not talking and avoiding each other you mean?"
"Well, we are talking now, so how do you feel about it?"
I thought for a moment.
"I never thought of you in that way before, even though some of my friends said how 'fit' you were, but I saw you as just my sister."
"I see..."
"What I'm trying to say is that you need to know that I haven't been lusting after you, and what happened wasn't planned or anything, so I don't find it 'weird' as such," I struggled to find the right words without being too crude. "I mean, when we actually...emmm... you know... joined together, I felt a sort of new bond with you that I didn't know about, and I do care that you might have been unhappy and upset with me these last few days."
"You mean when we actually fucked?" she said, with a small grin, a bit of the old Julie shining through.
"Yes, if you want to put it like that," I said, slightly shocked at how she had expressed it for the second time, "what about you, how do you feel?"
"I've been trying to work that out too, since then," she said, one foot moving in circles over the carpet, touching it with her bare toes now and then.
"Did you come to any conclusion?" I asked.
"As we are being straight with each other, I can't deny I did enjoy it at the time but wondered later if it was just because it was all spontaneous and the taboo nature added something to it...you're my brother for God's sake. I kept thinking we shouldn't have done it. Do you understand?"
"I think so," I said, my erection now pressing against my loose shorts, but hopefully hidden from her view by the way I was sitting on her bed.
There was that pregnant pause again, neither of us knowing what to say next.
As I sat looking at her, all legs and ruffled blonde hair, my cock was sending me messages, filling my bloodstream with whatever chemicals emboldened me to say, "Would it be ok if you come over here and let me cuddle you for a moment?"
I stayed sitting on the bed and held my arms open. I suddenly realised that if she took offence and just told me to leave, I was going blow all the goodwill we had just built up and feel a right idiot. I trembled slightly and waited in trepidation for her to decide.
She stopped swinging her leg, then frustratingly slowly, almost as if still deciding, pushed herself up off the bed and moved down to sit alongside me.
I put my arms round her and gently pulled her to me, her head resting on my chest, her hair against my nose. I felt her warmth against me and the faintest smell of perfume in her hair, but mostly 'just woken up girl' smell that is impossible to describe, but very sexy.
A bit woodenly, she reciprocated by putting her arms round my back and we sat like that for a short while, listening to the clock ticking and each other's breathing.
"I can hear your heart beating," she said, her ear against my chest, "it sounds rather fast."
"That's because I am so close to a very beautiful woman who also happens to be my sister."
"Stop it," she said, smacking my back with one of her hands.
I released one of my hands and pulled her blonde hair back from her face, pushing it over her ear, then bent and planted a kiss on her forehead.
"What was that for?" she asked.
"Just for being you and talking to me so honestly," I replied.
We sat there just cuddling for a minute or so.
"And apart from your fast heartbeat, has it done anything else to you being this close to me?"
Oh God, was she actually asking if I had an erection, which of course I had.
"I don't know what you mean," I said, falteringly.
"I'm sure you do," she replied, "judging by the odd shape of your shorts."
So, she had noticed, but had still agreed to a cuddle, I wondered what that meant and what she was thinking. Without answering further, I began to run my fingers through her sleep tangled hair, separating the strands, with my fingers acting as a comb. She didn't object and stayed lying against me.
It was just a tender moment, sharing her closeness, until I spoiled it, by looking down to where I could see that the very wide and loose top of her T shirt was gaping wide open and clearly visible down there was one of her breasts. Resting on top of it was a darker nipple, already erect. I knew I shouldn't be perving on her, but I remembered the feel of them from before and my cock twitched at the memory, and it only made me want to look more.
She suddenly brought me out of my reverie, "Are you trying to look down my top Chris?" she asked.
I swear women have some sort of built-in radar that warns them when someone is looking where they shouldn't.
"I errrr, wasn't trying to, I just happened to look down, that's all," I said, guiltily.
"Hmmm," she said, "didn't you get enough of a look the last time?" she quipped, as I felt the accompanying slight grin move her face against my chest.
"I don't know how to answer that, I mean, is enough, ever enough, of an attractive woman," I said, making it up as I went along.
I felt her hug me just fractionally tighter, so I guessed she wasn't actually immune to a bit of flattery.
There was another pause and I kept stroking her hair. I noticed though that she didn't attempt to alter her top to cover up the view.
"We are ok then aren't we Chris?" she suddenly asked, "it really hasn't affected anything has it?"
"No, I told you, I just sort of feel closer to you than before, I don't think that's a bad thing."
I could feel the electricity building up between us like the static of a photocopier after it has done multiple copies, and I didn't know where this was going to go. The intimate nature of the conversation not only had my cock fully hard, but I could feel precum soaking into the soft material of my shorts. I was sure it would be noticeable soon.
Egged on by the feelings of excitement building up in me, on impulse, I gingerly moved the hand that wasn't stroking her hair down and over the front of her T shirt, my fingers just barely touching her covered breast. I knew she felt it, as I sensed a tiny tremor pass through her body that was leaning against me.
Not getting more of a reaction than that, I became bolder, and slowly but surely, homed my fingers in on her nipple that I could feel through the thin shirt. I ran one of my fingernails round the periphery, hardly touching it, but feeling it harden further until it was poking at the material.
"Chris, I don't know..." she said, very quietly.
"You did say you liked it," I whispered back, while extending my hand to take more of her breast in it, my palm grazing her hard nipple.
"I did, but last time was...sort of unexpected, and I'm not sure we should repeat it deliberately."
"But I think we agreed the only thing that it changed was to bond us more," I pressed her, weighing the whole of her T shirt covered breast in my hand, and massaging it gently.
She sighed, "Yes, but you know you are starting to turn me on and I'm not sure if we could stop before we go too far again," she said, "also if Mom or Dad ever find out, we will be either dead or at the least homeless."
"They weren't suspicious before, there is no reason to think they would be now, if we are careful."
"You make it sound so easy and as though it's almost going to happen, but I worry we might still live to regret it."
She didn't push me away, but let me feel all over her breast, giving out little sighs and sounds while she thought through what we were doing.
Seeing that she wasn't actively trying to stop me, I slid my hand down and under the bottom of her T shirt giving me access to her bare breasts and nipples that I immediately began to stroke and massage in earnest.
"Oh God Chris, you shouldn't be doing that, even though it feels so good, I'm very conflicted about this," she said.
"Well, we could just ...like... see how it goes," I said, hopefully, "this isn't a competition now, if one of us wants to stop we can just say so, how does that sound?"
"I suppose as we are cuddling here, it wouldn't hurt to perhaps, just touch a little," she said.
Maybe the feelings I was giving her were helping her decision.
"Would it be ok if I just take this off then?" I asked, tentatively pulling on the bottom of her T shirt.
"I dunno, it's one thing when it happened spontaneously like last time, but this is a conscious decision, I told you I don't think we should."
"It's only so I can see as well as touch," I said, wondering if I had already pushed her too far, too fast.
"My head says we shouldn't, but I admit it does feel nice, and no one's around, so I guess it won't hurt just this once, as you are already touching me, but just the T shirt," she said, "and you have to keep your clothes on."
She lifted her arms up and allowed me to pull it over her head, leaving the top half of her naked to my gaze, but she put her arms across her breasts, partially hiding them, self-consciously.
I pulled her back against me, gently moving her arms away and replacing my hand on one of her breasts and continued where I had left off, playing with her hard nipple.
She ran one of her hands over my stomach, then up, and began to play with one of my own nipples over my T shirt, in the same way that I was doing to her. Feeling her fingers doing that, was more erotic than I thought, and soon had my cock twitching in time to her ministrations.
We stayed like that for some time, she is teasing, and rolling my nipple with her soft fingers, and me doing the same to her.
"That's really got me going," I gasped.
"I can tell," she mumbled, and then slid her hand down over my stomach and onto my shorts.
The head of my cock was almost sticking out of the top of the elastic waistband, and she found it immediately, wrapping her hand around it through the material.
"Oh shit, Julie, I thought you didn't want to go too far?"
"Is that a good 'oh shit' then?" she mumbled again.
"Hmmm. Yes, oh yes," I managed, through my ragged breath, "but could we, you know, get more comfortable though?" I asked, nervously.
She continued holding my cock for a moment.
"What do you mean exactly by 'comfortable'?"
I heard the apprehension in her voice.
"I just meant... maybe lie on the bed, next to one another?" I said.
"And that's it?"
"Well, yes," I hesitated, hoping not to spoil the mood if I tried to take it too far, too quickly, "as long as you feel comfortable with it?"
"We would be almost in bed together then," she said, a bit warily, "I don't think that's a good idea, it might be too tempting...for both of us?"
I could almost hear the cogs of her thoughts and conflicts going round in her pretty head.
I thought quickly, "I know, but we both know the rules we agreed, and... emmm... it would be nice to perhaps hold you."
"I'm not sure about this Chris, you - or we - might get carried away."
"You must know I wouldn't do anything unless you agreed with it, surely?"
"Yes, I guess I can trust you... I suppose it's not something we haven't done once before..." she reasoned with herself, "so... if you promise to behave..."
I thought the situation was getting more interesting by the minute; my sister was willing to lie on the bed with me, I hoped given time she would be willing to do more than that, but I knew not to push her too quickly.
Having agreed, she removed her hand and leaned away from me, allowing me to stand up in front of her. I stood looking at her; her pert breasts displayed in front of me, the hard nubs of her nipples proudly perched on top, it was a very sexy sight.
She didn't move and I thought she must be having second thoughts and would perhaps ask me to leave, now that she had thought through what we were doing more thoroughly.
"It looks like I really have turned you on Chris, from what I can see," she said, staring at the bulge in my sleep shorts and the small wet patch where my pre-cum had leaked.
"It's not surprising with what you were just doing," I replied, a bit embarrassed at standing in front of her with my cock tenting my shorts.
She ran her tongue over her bottom lip.
"I know what I just said, but ...emmmm...could I just see it, Chris?" she asked, bashfully, a faint blush returning to her cheeks.
"I thought you didn't want to go too far, are you sure you want to even go this far?" I asked, surprised by her request.
"I didn't... I don't, Oh God, it's just that you saw a lot of me last time and I didn't see much, and I have wondered...since."
"If you're sure," I said, pausing to give her a chance to take it back.
"Yes, do it. before I lose my nerve," she said.
Standing in front of her, I put my fingers into the waist of my sleep shorts and eased the waistband slowly down over my erection. The foreskin was already pushed back and the swollen, dark, head came into view first, followed by the rest of the shaft as I lowered them down to my knees.
"Oh goodness. my fleeting impressions from last time weren't wrong," she said, gazing at my cock inches from her face.
She put out her hand and put her fingers around the hard shaft.
"Hey, I thought we said...."
"Shhh, I didn't get much of a look like you did, I want to check this out properly, if that's ok?"
"What are you...ohhhh," I stopped mid-sentence as she put her mouth over the end of my cock and immediately began running her tongue around the head.
She was creating such mind-numbing sensations with her lips and tongue, that I lost a bit of focus on what we were supposed to be doing and just stood there dumbfounded by the turn of events.
While she continued to move her mouth up and down and probe the orifice of my glans with her tongue, she ran her nail lightly down under my cock and onto my balls where she ran it round each one and then onto the sensitive skin of my perineum.
I ran my fingers through her hair against her scalp, feeling the up and down movement of her head.
Although I was truly enjoying the experience and vision of my sister sucking my cock, I wondered if she wanted to make me come this way and not have to decide how far to go. While still savouring what she was doing, I began to concentrate more on not letting her take me too close to the edge.
She managed to swallow half of my cock before I felt the tip of it hit the back of her throat and she gagged, pulling her mouth back a couple of inches. She was clearly not a 'deep throat' girl, but I didn't mind as just watching my big sister suck my cock, more than made up for it.
Not surprisingly, I could feel myself beginning to build up inside and as we had only just started, I didn't want whatever was going to happen to be curtailed so soon. After a few minutes of this exquisite pleasure, I reluctantly, but with willpower I didn't know I had, gently pushed her head away until my cock came out of her mouth with a noisy 'slurp'. She looked up at me questioningly with those big eyes, and it was another act of willpower to not thrust it straight back in.
"I think we should get a bit more comfortable now," I said, quietly.
I could still see the indecision on her face, despite the fact that a few moments ago she had my cock in her mouth.
"Ok," she said, slowly standing up, "but I admit I am still a bit nervous about what we are doing, and we only go as far as either of us wants, it that understood?"
"Of course," I said, knowing that at this moment I would probably agree to anything.
She was standing by this time and, hugging her to me, my erection pressed against the material covering her lower stomach. I moved my hands round to her bottom and pulled her closer to me squashing my cock between us.
As I held her, I couldn't help just moving my hips a little, rubbing the head of my cock against her.
Gently, she pushed me away, "Hmmm, none of that, lets do what you said and just get comfortable," she said, sitting, then laying down on the bed on her back, and sliding over to leave space for me.
I let my shorts drop to the floor and quickly stepped out of them before climbing onto the bed beside her and lay down on my side, propped up on my left elbow, the tip of my cock just touching the top of her thigh. She watched silently as I ran my eyes down from her still blushing face, down her neck, over the hills of her breasts and flat stomach, down to her loose shorts.
"I feel like I am like a laboratory specimen being studied," she said, sounding a little uncomfortable with my gaze.
"I was just taking a bit more time to see how sexy you look," I replied truthfully, moving my free hand to touch her already hard nipple with my fingertip again.
She shivered as I touched her.
"This still feels a bit strange, lying here on my bed with my almost naked brother, since mostly throughout our lives we have hardly taken notice of each other," she mused.
"I suppose it is," I said, now using the palm of my hand to cup her breast and massage her nipple against it, "are you ok with it, though?"
"Yes, so far, I think so."
I leaned over and put my lips around the nearest nipple, while continuing to massage the furthest one with my hand.
"Ohh God, you don't know what that does to me," she whispered.
What I noticed it did do, was to release some of the tension in her thighs as I saw her legs open fractionally and galvanised her nearest hand into finding my cock ag ain, which she began gently stroking up and down.
"Mmmm," I murmured, the sound muted by her nipple in my mouth, as I felt her hand gently stroking me and then running her thumb over the precum oozing from the opening, "I'm sure you can tell what that does for me," I said.
"A couple of weeks ago, I never would have even guessed we might be here, doing this to each other," she replied.
Still teasing her nipple with my tongue, I ran my hand down over her firm, flat, stomach to the waistband of her shorts. I felt her stiffen, then, as if it were a passing thought, relax again. Taking that as some sort of permission, I ran my hand down and over her cloth-covered mound, feeling the springy hair underneath.
Her hand slid my foreskin right back, slowly stretching my frenulum, until it was almost painful, but also exposing the full underside of my foreskin to the air; a delectable, but hard to describe, sensuous feeling. Her short nails carefully probed under the head of my cock; another delicious feeling that made me realise she knew exactly what she was doing.
With her teasing my sensitive cock this way, I thought that she probably wouldn't object to some reciprocal action, so I slipped my hand under the elastic to where her pubic hair began, then began lightly ruffling the short hairs with my fingers. As she didn't object, I moved them further down.
Only by feel, I found the gap in her pubic hair that led downwards and followed it with the tip of my middle finger. It was tight, as her legs were almost closed, but I persevered, the tightness forcing my finger deep between her warm pussy lips. I encountered her clit early on in my exploration, and as my finger bumped over it, an audible sigh escaped her mouth, and her legs once again opened a little more and I felt her hips rise up to meet me just a fraction.
The deeper I went, the wetter it became, until my finger was slick with her secretions.
"Chris, I don't think...," she started, her fingers stopping the sensual tune she was playing on my cock.
"We're just touching each other," I said.
"Yes, but...hmm... I ..."
She went quiet and just sighed when my finger ran lightly round her hard little clit.
She said no more and began again tantalising my cock and cock-head with her delicate fingers just touching and then stroking the most sensitive areas.
Wanting better access, I took my hand out and placed it lower down on her bare inner thigh nearest me and then put some pressure on it towards me. For a moment there was firm resistance, and nothing happened. Then slowly, as though she was deciding, she allowed me to pull her leg towards me until there was a gap between them. Not satisfied with this I put the same pressure on her far thigh pushing it away, although there seemed to be a bit more resistance. After several seconds, she moved her other leg, opening her legs wide, leaving her shorts stretched tight across her thighs.
I noticed that like me, she was breathing a little faster and audibly groaned when I put my hand back inside her shorts, moved it down over her mound, and slid several fingers between her labia. Now that I could open her up, I moved my fingers up and down, gently pulling on each of her pussy lips in turn, wondering if she was getting similar sensation to the ones she was giving me.
I could smell her arousal and the more I used my fingers, the stronger the intoxicating perfume became.
We lay there for some time, just stroking, exploring, slowly pleasuring each other, our fast breathing, quiet moans and sighs, the only sounds in the room.
My fingers were slick with her juices now, and as I teased and probed, I moved them further between her labia until I found her entrance. With just a small amount of pressure, two of my fingers slid easily into her and as I kept on pushing, they slid as far in as I could get them.
"Ohhh, Chris, that's making me crazy, I know I should call a halt, but ..."
She groaned again and lifted her hips to meet my fingers.
I curled them inside her and gently withdrew them, feeling the texture on the roof of her vagina change on my fingertips. Sliding them back in, I gently and slowly repeated the process. She tried to speed me up, by moving her hips, but I wasn't to be rushed. I could see I had her going now.
Sliding my wet fingers out of her, I moved over to between her legs and buried my face against the material of her now damp shorts, my nose nudging against where I could easily feel the nub of her clit. I let my nose act as my finger and pushed the material against it.
"Ohhh Chris, that's the spot," she confirmed, with a gasp.
Taking courage with both hands, literally, I grabbed hold of each side of the waistband of her shorts and quickly tugged them down over her hips and down as far as her mid-thigh.
Without giving her time to do anything, with my shoulders keeping her legs open, I buried my face in her trimmed bush of dark hair.
I could still smell the flowery soap or shower gel she must have used before going to bed, mixed in with her own sensuous perfume. I opened her up with my fingers on each of her outer lips and ran my tongue up and down the valley I had formed. I didn't know how she might taste, she having just woken up, but I was not disappointed. As my tongue roamed around her most private areas, I picked up the tanginess and saltiness that I remembered from before.
My nose was now buried directly in her pubic hair while my tongue roamed around, inside, and out, the tip probing into every crease and crevice. I could feel her tensing her thigh muscles against me and then releasing them in time to the lapping of my tongue, her juices seeming to become more like a stream than a trickle.
"Argggh, Chris, we made some rules," she gasped, her fists clenching and unclenching on the bed.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, detaching my face from her pussy.
"Yes.... NO,.... I don't know," she panted, "we shouldn't... I mean...I do, but I don't...Oh God, this is so bad and confusing..."
I put my face back against her wet pussy and lapped at it some more, all the time waiting for her to finally say 'stop', but she didn't.
"You've got me into such a state, I don't know what we should be doing," she whispered, through her fast breathing.
"Perhaps just this one time?" I suggested, lifting my head up to free my mouth.
"Would it be though," she said, her hips still moving to try to contact my face.
"That would be up to us wouldn't it, I love being this close to you."
"And I do too..."
"Do I sense a 'but' coming up?" I asked.
"The 'but' is that we can't keep doing this, because I'm still scared someone will notice how we behave, and we will get caught one way or another."
"I know, but its not risky today, is it?" I coaxed her, "you know we can stop if you want to."
"My head says we should stop, but the rest of my body doesn't want to," she said, resignedly.
I took that to mean she didn't really want to stop. To see if I were right, I manoeuvred myself so that I could pull her shorts further down, and when I felt her letting me do it, I managed to take them right off.
I quickly ripped off my T shirt and we were then both naked on her bed.
"I guess it's a bit late to remind you that you were going to keep your clothes on," she said, half joking.
"It is a bit," I replied, as I regained my position between her naked thighs, put my head down, and took her hard little clit in my mouth.
"Oh my God, Ohhhh," she cried out, "this make me feel so...'wanton', you won't think badly of me afterwards for wanting this, will you?" she asked, breathlessly, but with a hint of nervousness in her voice.
"Of course not," I said, letting go of her clit, "I think we both feel the same and I would never think that."
"Then come up here and hold me."
I shuffled up her body, skin to skin. I could feel my hard cock dragging along the inside of one of her thighs and I paused to give her hard nipples a quick tease and suck on the way. I slowly moved up on top of her taking my weight with my arms and legs until my head was level with hers. I felt the length of my cock nestled hard against her mound and pubic hair.
I lowered my head as her eyes invited me to kiss her. Softly at first, but then with more pressure as I felt her responding. After only a few moments, our lips opened simultaneously, and our tongues touched. My cock twitched the moment I felt the contact.
Our tongues were soon swirling together from one mouth to another as the passion increased. I could feel my cock as hard as a rock against her and then suddenly her hand wrapping round it and pulling it down to position it to press along and between her wet labia. Shit, my cock was so close to her entrance and once again actually touching my sister's vaginal lips.
Once she had it in place, she slowly and sensuously moved her hips up and down, forcing my cock to slide against her. She obviously had it where she wanted it, as her kissing began to be ever more forceful, until it was deliciously painful feeling her lips crushing mine.
My hips automatically began to follow hers. The feeling of almost fucking her naked body assailing my senses.
She kept her self-control and kept the speed of our sliding together at a gentle pace that I guessed was giving her the best sensations.
Kissing, touching, moaning; we continued to move against one another longer than I thought I could hold out, but I was determined not to blow my load until I knew how far she wanted to take it.
Her arms were wrapped around me holding me to her, her hands roaming over my back like true lovers do, and where she learned to kiss like that, I have no idea.
After a while, she broke our kiss, the tip of her tongue lingering for a second or two against mine, "Just this once?" she whispered.
Did she mean...?
"Chris?"
"Julie, I'd still love you anyway even if we stop now, but are you sure?"
"I am, if you are ok with it," she whispered again.
"You won't go quiet on me like last time?" I asked, gently.
"I think we may be past that."
I moved one hand up and brushed her hair back where it had moved to cover her cheek. I nodded, a loving smile on my face that she quickly matched.
With a subtle movement, she slid backwards slightly then tilted her hips down into the bed and then back up, somehow capturing the head of my cock right against her entrance without touching it with her hands.
"Julie," I murmured, feeling the sensitive head of my cock nuzzled between her pussy lips, the round pointed tip lodged in what seemed like an indentation, which could only be the entrance to her vagina. I felt my body trembling with the pent-up emotions that had built up over the time I had been with her.
I know this will sound weird, but I was sort of frozen there, on the verge of doing what I had wanted to do with my sexy sister, but at the same time not wanting the anticipation to be over once I entered her. Yes, I know it sounds a bit crazy, and it's difficult to explain, but that's how it felt as I was lying on top of her, with her warm, soft, skin touching mine and my cock right there at her entrance.
I don't know if she sensed my feelings or was just getting impatient, but I was brought out of my wonderous reverie by feeling her slide down a little, and just the head of my cock slipping slowly inside her.
"Mmmmm," she mumbled.
I took the hint and moved my hips forward, feeling a little more of my cock slide into her warm tunnel.
It was my turn to groan at the sensation, "Oh fuck, Julie, you are so tight."
Together, we moved our hips towards one another until we could go no further, and my cock was deeply embedded in Julie's snug vagina, my pubic bone pressing hard against her mound.
"I feel so full and close to you right now," she whispered, holding me tighter with her arms.
"I like the feeling of being joined and part of you," I whispered back.
My cock did a couple of small spasms inside her.
"Ohhh I can feel that deep inside me, it gives me such a strange feeling," she said.
"Is it a nice sort of strange?" I asked, flexing my cock again.
"Oh yes, you just did it again, mmmm," she said, huskily.
Lying quietly entwined in her arms, my cock fully inside her was such a loving and sensual feeling that it didn't seem to matter if we just stayed like that for a while, as our hands continued to roam over the parts of each other that we could reach.
The resulting movement of our bodies as we stroked and caressed each other caused my pubis to press and move harder, and then softer, against Julie. I realised by her reaction that the changing pressure was directly stimulating her clit.
Knowing this, I deliberately moved myself against her, not withdrawing my cock, but more pressing it in a fraction further and then relaxing. When I did that, I could feel the head of my cock gently bottoming out at the end of her vagina, my pubis pressing against hers and hearing a satisfying groan from Julie.
I advanced from this to adding a rotation when I was fully pressed against her. Although it was very erotic, it had the advantage of not applying as much friction to my cock as thrusting in and out would have done. This made me think I could last a bit longer, even though the very act of lying with my cock deep inside my naked sister, was enough to have already taken me close to the edge.
"Ahhh Chris, no one has ever done that before, God, that feels so good," she gasped, breathlessly.
"It feels good for me too," I said.
"The few guys I have been with just want to get on with getting themselves off, you're so different," she added.
"Perhaps it's because I actually care about you."
"Ohhh Chris, I never..." she said, her voice trailing off.
She tried to match my tiny movements by using her internal muscles to squeeze my cock and that made it even more sensual, not just being fully joined but moving against one another so intimately.
We kissed as we continued to tease each other with those minute movements for a while, adding to the tension gradually building up between us.
"I need more now Chris," she said, lustily, briefly taking her mouth from mine.
I too felt I needed to step it up a notch and so, doing what comes naturally, I slowly slid almost out of her and then thrust back in to where I was before.
"Yes, yes, that's good," she mumbled.
On hearing her, the primaeval urge to fuck this sexy woman quickly took over.
She started to match me, thrusting up as I pressed down into her, the pace slow at first and then increasing in speed as pre-programmed nature took over. I supported my weight on my elbows and felt her hard nipples scratching at the skin on my chest as we moved together. I could feel the heat and passion emanating from her body underneath me, all thoughts of making it last, disappearing in a fog of sensations.
The faster we moved; the more we could hear our bodies slapping together on the deeper penetrations and the more it seemed we wanted even more.
My forehead had beads of sweat on it as we increased the pace, causing her bed to make a lot of noise as we punished the old springs. I was glad there was no one else close enough to hear.
I felt her nails digging into my back as she held me tighter, it was not so much painful, rather more an added stimulus.
"Harder Chris," she said, through tight jaws.
I wasn't sure I could thrust into her much harder as I could already feel the jarring effect when our pubes collided, and my balls hit the bottom of her pussy lips. My heart was pumping fit to burst, a deep and fast drum hammering in my chest.
I felt her slip her heels over the back of my calves, locking us together but making my muscles work harder to thrust into her.
That small act pushed me to the point when I knew there was no return. I could feel the familiar heavy tingling that preceded my imminent orgasm and ejaculation building up.
"Julie," I gasped, "I am close, can I stay in you," I asked, the words broken up by my laboured breathing
"Oh, you had better, don't you dare pull out" she gasped, and gripped me tighter with her heels, moving them up to press against my bottom, pulling me into her in time with our rhythm.
"Fuck, oh fuck, Chris, I'm coming," she shrieked.
That did it for me too.
Feeling the muscles in her vagina tense and then relax as I thrust as deep as I could took me right over the edge and into a world where all the tension and built-up emotion flowed out of me in jet after jet of cum, soaking her insides and mixing with hers.
"Oh yes, yes," she cried, her body shaking with the release and her legs gripping me tighter than ever, that I thought I would have bruises later.
"Oh God, Julie, I love you so much," I gasped out, hardly able to breathe.
"And I love you too," she said, rubbing my back hard with her hands.
It seemed like our joint orgasms went on longer than I thought possible, but it may just have been that I wasn't able to estimate time with all the hormones and neurochemicals that were being flushed through my brain.
All I know is that gradually we stopped moving and lay panting in each other's arms, my cock still deep inside her. A feeling of such tenderness came over me, like suddenly calm water after a storm.
We just stayed that way for some time, bathing in the afterglow and not saying anything.
Gradually, I felt my cock start to soften and retract from Julie's warm resting place, until it finally slid right out of her.
I moved my head and kissed her gently, she responding in the same manner, looking at me with a fresh look in her eyes that I hadn't seen before.
She was the first to speak.
"Well, so much for not doing too much," she said, a faint smile on her face.
"Is...is that ok with you?" I whispered, tentatively.
"I think so...I mean, I can see you care for me, so it's not like you just wanted to put me on your list of conquests," she responded, that smile back on her lips.
"It would be a short list anyway," I quipped back, cupping her hot cheek in my hand.
"Don't spoil it," she retorted slapping my arm with her hand.
"Do you...ummmm...think...that this might not be the last time?
"I will have to think about that," she said, pensively, "but I do know I need to change these sheets, shower, and look normal, for when Mom and Dad get back," she said.
"I think you are right," I said, feeling the dampness increasing as our joint fluids gradually seeped from her vagina onto the sheet beneath us. "Shall I help?"
"No, it's ok I'll do it, you go and do what you have to do, we'll talk some more later," she said, untangling herself from me.Consequences of Pranking My Sister Ch. 03
Finding time for each other.
This is a follow-on story of two siblings, both of whom are over 18 years of age.
Ch. 3.
I was hoping to have some more private time with Julie after our second encounter, but for nearly a week, there had been little opportunity due to parental presence, our free time not coinciding, and just not the 'right' time.
We had exchanged a few looks, hers seeming to be a bit pensive, but that was about all. In my insecurity, I was getting desperate to know if she felt as frustrated as me or was just glad she didn't have to make any decisions about us, or if there was even going to be an 'us' again.
I admit that I thought about her a lot now, especially the memory of her lying naked, with her warm body pressed against me those two times and had relived those burnt-in memories more than perhaps I should have, using up many tissues in the process.
Our parents had arrived home a little earlier and Mom would soon be preparing the evening meal in the kitchen, but currently they were both in the living room having a pre-dinner drink, chatting with each other and me about their day and catching up on the local TV News.
As we didn't normally eat until around 7:30pm, I thought I might have a few minutes to talk with Julie if I could just catch her in private for a moment before we sat down for our dinner, but she hadn't yet arrived home from work.
At last, just as I was thinking she was going to be later than normal, I heard her open the front door, pop her head into the living room to say 'hi' and, then go noisily up the stairs.
I allowed a suitable amount of time to elapse before casually making my way out and up the stairs. I don't think they even noticed.
As I reached the top landing, I was just in time to see the bathroom door shut, hear the lock click closed, and a few moments later the shower being turned on.
I passed by the bathroom and slipped into my room.
I was in trepidation as I stood in my room, the light off, and the door just cracked open, waiting for Julie to come out of the bathroom and head for her own room.
It seemed ages this time until I heard the shower stop and the vague sounds of her presumably drying herself, but it was probably no longer than the time she normally takes.
At last, I heard the click of the bathroom lock and the door opening.
I saw her shadow on the hall floor first and as she got level with my door, I opened it a little wider and hissed, "Julie!"
"JESUS," she shrieked, a little too loud for my liking, putting her hand on her chest, "what are you trying to do, give me a heart attack," she added, catching sight of me in the shadowy doorway.
"Sorry, sorry," I said in an exaggerated whisper, "come in here a minute."
"What?...why?" she replied, a bit quieter, glancing back along to the stair landing.
"I need to talk to you," I whispered.
"No, I can't, Mom and Dad are just downstairs, and they'll want us down for dinner soon anyway," she said, gaining a little more composure and pulling her knee-length, white, fluffy bathrobe more tightly around her.
"It's ok, they're having a drink, they will be a few more minutes yet, please just come in a moment," I pleaded with her.
She looked along the landing again, and listened for a brief moment, "Ok, but just for a moment," she whispered, slipping in through the door as I stood back.
I pushed the door to until there was only a small gap so we could hear if anyone came up the stairs.
She looked inquisitively at me, "Well?"
She was so close to me that I could feel the warmth from her recent shower emanating from her and smell the perfume from her shampoo and recently soaped skin.
She cocked her head to one side impatiently, "What did you want?"
Now that she was here, almost touching me, I had forgotten my rehearsed speech and my mind had gone blank, "I... ummm wanted to tell you I missed you, and how beautiful you look." I said, lamely, stammering and blushing.
She looked into my eyes and raised one eyebrow, "When you say you 'missed me', in what way?"
"You know...," I said, meaningfully.
"Hmmmm, I think so," she said, slowly.
"And have you missed me?" I asked, nervously.
She looked down, "Of course I have, but I'm not sure we should be doing what we are doing, it's only going to end in trouble."
"It won't if we are careful," I said, putting my hands on each of her bathrobe covered shoulders.
"I don't know," she replied, "this isn't exactly being careful, is it?" but not shrugging off my hands.
I gently pulled her towards me, feeling a little resistance, until I could put my arms round her. As she was in bare feet, the top of her head came to rest under my nose, her soft hair still wet from her shower.
"I don't know what you are thinking but we can't do anything," she said, a slight sense of panic in her voice.
"No, I know, I just wanted to hold you, if that's ok," I said, pressing the front of my body against hers.
"Yes, I guess that's ok," she whispered, reciprocating by putting her arms around me too.
We stayed like that for a few moments, carefully listening to the sound of the TV and muted chatter from downstairs.
I felt rather than heard her giggle.
"What?" I asked.
"I can feel you're hard against me even through my bathrobe," she said, giggling again.
"I can't help it," I said quietly, "I love you and...well...being this close to you I just want to..."
She cut me off, "I love you too, but we can't," she said, "and I should be going to get dressed before they wonder where we are."
"I suppose so," I said, the disappointment evident in my voice, "but, could I just, maybe undo your robe a little and have a peek before you go?" I asked hopefully.
"I'm not sure I want to be 'peeked' at Chris, and I think that might lead to other things, and I am still dubious that we should do any more," she said, beginning to pull away.
"Just a quick look?" I said, catching hold of the belt holding her bathrobe together.
"You're really that desperate?" she asked, gently.
I nodded, giving her my best 'puppy dog' eyes.
She smiled, affectionately.
I could almost hear the cogs going round in her pretty head.
"Only for a moment or two?"
I nodded again.
"You know I am only doing this because I love you too, don't you?" she whispered, her hands going to the belt.
Oh God, she really was going to let me see her nude here in my room, I thought, as she slowly undid the belt. My cock got harder and firmly pressed against the front to my jeans.
She paused.
My heart was beating fast. Had she changed her mind I wondered.
Then as if she had come to a decision, she looked me in the eyes, let the opened belt drop, and slowly opened her robe.
I took an intake of breath.
She stood still and let me look. Her firm round breasts, nipples erect, pointed proudly at me. I looked lower to where her figure tapered down to her slim waist and flat stomach, evidence of the work outs and competitive sports she enjoyed. Then, below that, her hips flaring out in good proportion and further down, a triangle of neat dark hair pointing downwards to the slim, sexy, gap between her thighs. Her long shapely legs then continued down to her bare feet standing on the carpet.
She was watching me, a knowing smile on her face.
"Seen enough?" she asked, impishly, a faint blush on her neck.
"It's never going to be enough," I said, truthfully.
"What... do you like seeing the most," she asked, coyly.
"Well, ummmm...all of you really, " I stuttered, "but you do have beautiful sexy nipples," I managed.
"Really?" she said, throatily, looking down, with both of us blushing at this forthright conversation now.
"You can touch them for a moment if you want," she added.
Gently, I used my thumb and forefinger to squeeze and tease her hard, dark, nubs. I am sure they got harder, along with small bumps appearing, surrounding each nipple.
She sighed with pleasure.
"I think that's enough now," she said reluctantly, easing my hand from her breast.
"That wasn't nearly enough time," I said, disappointed that she was bringing it to an end so quickly.
"It will have to be," she said, beginning to close her robe.
"Wait.... uummm, can I just hug you while you're like that, I'm sure we have a bit of time yet?"
She hesitated again.
"Oh Chris, this isn't a good idea," she said, nervously cocking an ear to the gap in the door and listening, "but, go on then, quickly," she whispered, opening her robe again.
Without hesitation on my part, I put my hands inside her robe at waist height and moved them until I was cupping her firm, bare, bottom with both hands and pulled her against me. I now had my more or less naked sister tight against me; my hard cock pressing through my jeans against the top of her triangle of hair, her firm breasts and hard nipples pressing against my thin shirt.
I could feel the warm skin of her bottom on my hands and the increasingly heady perfume of her assailing my nostrils. I couldn't help but move my hands around, up her back and down into the delicious crack between her firm globes.
I heard her sigh again and felt her lean into me a little more.
She tilted her head up and I pressed my lips against hers.
She began to kiss me back then pulled her head away.
"Chris, no, it's too risky and time is moving on."
"But you'd like to?" I asked, trying to find out how she felt and letting my fingers roam over as much of her skin as I could reach while I had the chance.
"You're getting me confused now," she said, "you know that I like it and what it does to me when you touch me like that, but we mustn't."
"It is nice though being so close to you," I said, lightly continuing the exploration of her back with my hands.
"I know, and perhaps, maybe... at a different time...but...no, no, we can't...see what you're doing to me."
"Julie, it's ok, we're just cuddling."
"Hmm, 'just cuddling' your nude sister though."
"And as you can tell, I like it," I said, moving my hips a little so that the bulge of my hard cock rubbed against her a little lower down and feeling an automatic, small, reciprocating motion of her hips.
"Chris!" she said, more sternly, but didn't pull away, "we're going to get caught if we are much longer up here."
"I'm sure we won't," I tried to assure her.
"Anyway, I think you have had your few minutes," she said, not unkindly.
"I can tell you like feeling me against you, from the way you're moving," I said.
"Damn, yes I know, I shouldn't have given in, but I can't help it," she grinned.
I did realise that she was right, and if we were sensible, we should be going downstairs for dinner, but holding her, smelling her, feeling her, and with my cock being so hard, I wanted it to last as long as possible.
"Could I just take my cock out before you go and rest it against you, please?"
"No Chris, these few moments seem to be stretching out and we will get carried away, we have gone too far already with me just being here in your room and them just downstairs."
"It will feel good, won't it, then you can go and get dressed and we can go down separately," I cajoled.
"But what if..."
"We can hear if anyone is coming," I said, cutting her off.
She didn't immediately say 'no' again, which was a good sign. I kissed the top of her head as she thought about it.
"Not inside me though?"
She was obviously weakening.
"No, but maybe just touching you outside?"
"This is the last thing, right?"
"Yes."
"Then we go for dinner?"
"Yes."
"Not for long though," she finally said.
Taking my hands away from her, I quickly unzipped my jeans, pushed them and my boxers down my thighs. With the restraint removed, my hard cock pointed out towards her.
It was covered in precum as I pulled the foreskin back and pushed it down towards her pubic hair. As the head touched the valley between what I now felt were swollen pussy lips, she gave out a small moan.
Moving forwards and putting my hands back behind her, I pulled her to me and my cock slid easily into the gap between her thighs against her hot pussy.
"Oh God, Chris," she whispered, "I didn't think we would or should go this far, here and now."
"Do you like it though?" I asked, moving my hips back and forth and pulling her into me so that the top of my cock was rubbing hard between her labia.
"Ohhhh... of course," she hissed, trying to be quiet.
I could feel that she was now secreting her own lubricating fluid that was making the sensations even better for both of us. My cock was sliding nicely now, and I knew it would only take a minor change of angle for it to slip inside her, but I had agreed not to do that, so I tried to content myself with what we were doing.
I also noticed that the smell of sex was getting stronger and almost overpowering the perfume of her shampoo and soap that I had enjoyed earlier.
I was just beginning to feel myself getting close to coming.
"JULIE, CHRIS, dinner is on the table," Mom shouted up the stairs, "hurry up and come down."
"Shit, shit," I said, frustrated but trying not to be too loud.
"Quick, let me go, I need to go and get dressed fast, I hope they don't notice anything," Julie said, disengaging herself from me. She then pulled her robe tightly around herself and with a small, worried, grin slipped out of my room and across into hers.
She left me close to the brink, my jeans halfway down my thighs and I hadn't thought that far ahead as to where I was going to spray all my pent up cum even if she had stayed. So, shuffling across the room I grabbed a few tissues and with only a few more strokes, emptied a huge load into them.
Having cleaned myself up, I went down to join Mom and Dad for dinner. When I got there, I discovered that Julie wasn't there yet and must be still in her room.
"That girl takes forever to shower and get dressed," Dad said, already sitting at the dining table.
"She is not normally this long," Mom replied, putting hot plates on the table, and glancing towards the stairs.
She had just drained the vegetables and put them into dishes for the table, when Julie, in her pyjamas and fluffy slippers, and wrapped in the same short, white, robe as earlier came noisily down the stairs and took her place at the table.
"That took a long time," Dad said, sarcastically.
At that moment she caught my eye, and I saw an involuntary blush creeping up her neck. I quickly looked away and hoped that I wouldn't blush too, as I am sure it would be noticed.
"Ummm... yes, sorry, I had a couple of girl things to do," she said quietly.
"What do you mean, 'girl things'," Dad asked, tersely.
"Rob, leave her alone," Mom said, sharply, "she's twenty, not a ten-year-old, we ladies don't want to discuss everything."
"Oh ...yes, I see," Dad said, a bit embarrassed and more subdued, as he thought he realised what she might mean.
Mom quickly switched the conversation to who wanted what to eat, and Julie's lateness was forgotten as we ate our meal and chatted about other things. Her blush gradually subsided as the atmosphere became more normal, although I couldn't help catching her eye a couple of times and giving her a quick sympathetic look.
After dinner, we all sat down in the living room in front of the large-screen TV. Mom and Dad had their regular comfortable armchairs, while Julie and I sat at each end of the three-seater matching sofa, me with my iPad and Julie scrolling through her phone with the TV on in the background.
There was a late night thriller film on later I was interested in watching, but I don't think either of us were taking much interest in the several programmes Mom and Dad seemed absorbed in, and it came as a bit of a surprise as the last one finished, when I realised it was a lot later than I thought.
Dad stretched and yawned.
"Time for bed for us?" Dad said, getting up and heading for the door while looking at Mom, who was also yawning.
"Yes, I think so," she responded, yawning again, "are you two staying up?" she asked, standing up and looking at us.
"Oh, yes, I thought I would see if the film that is on soon is any good, if not I might just go to bed too," I said.
She looked at Julie.
"I'm not tired yet, so I'll stay and see what this film is about, but if it's Chris' choice, it may not be mine," she grinned.
"Ok, well don't have it on too loud and don't stay up too late," Mom instructed us before following Dad out of the room.
Julie didn't say anything more and I went back to apparently looking at my iPad, the TV still on in the background, but in reality, I was listening to hear the bathroom being used, and the floorboards creaking upstairs as they prepared for bed.
Once I was sure they were both in their bedroom, I put my iPad down and moved over to sit next to Julie, who looked up at me quizzically.
I put a hand gently on her arm and said quietly and apologetically, "I'm sorry you got interrogated because you were late down, and I know it was my fault."
"Well, technically I suppose it was," she whispered, smiling, "but I suppose I needn't have stayed so long in your room."
"It was nice that you did."
"I told you, I only let you...you know, because I love you," she said, starting to blush at saying the 'love' word.
"And I only wanted to get that close to you for the same reason," I admitted.
"I know, and if I didn't believe that, then I wouldn't have let you," she said, quietly.
I ran my hand up her arm affectionately to her shoulder and back down a couple of times.
She changed position closer to me and facing more towards me, so that her head was resting on my shoulder. Instinctively, I put my arm round her shoulders and held her to me.
"This is nice," she said, "but if we hear anything, you'll scoot back over there quickly, won't you?"
"Of course, don't want them to find us cuddling do we, they would think that was weird."
We sat there for a while just cuddling and looking blankly at the TV, with our thoughts going on in our heads.
"I never thought that one of your irritating pranks would turn into something like this and we would be doing what we have done, never in a million years," she said, suddenly and very softly. "Do you ummm... feel different towards me after, you know, our two times?"
I wondered what she was looking for in her question, so I gave it some thought before answering.
"I guess so," I said slowly, "but in a good way," I added, quickly, "I'm not sure how to explain it, but we have lived together here all our lives and not really done much together, just the two of us. It's always been things we've done with Mom and Dad, like holidays and stuff. Now it seems I feel much closer and more part of you. I don't know if that makes any sense?"
She was quiet while she contemplated my words. I moved my hand to push her hair to one side over her ear and gently stroked her face and neck.
She didn't reply.
"It sounds like you have been thinking a lot about it?" I prompted her, running my fingers through her hair again.
"I admit that I have, and I think I get what you mean," she lowered her voice even more, "having you...ummm... inside me, holding me and making me feel so wanted and so loved, was something I haven't felt with anyone else. Does that sound a bit weird as you're my brother?"
I could feel her face getting warm.
"No, I think you just said it better than I did." I whispered. "But now you mention it, when you let me... make love to you, and then asked me to come inside you, I felt like something did change, something that can never be forgotten, but something that I want more of. There, I've said it."
"Is that what it was about, you know, in your room earlier this evening?" she asked.
"Sort of, I suppose. I didn't know how to say some of this to you, but I wanted to hold you and experience that closeness again," I said.
"As I told you, I only let you because I have those feelings too, but it wasn't the right place and time."
"And, do you think now might be?"
"Don't you think it's too risky with them just upstairs above us?" she asked, lifting her eyes to the ceiling in emphasis.
I knew she had a point; we didn't know if they were actually asleep or not.
"Perhaps we could just love each other as far as we feel we can, safely?" I suggested.
"I'm a bit nervous though."
"We just have to be quiet and listen for any movement upstairs. I'll turn the TV down just a bit more."
She nodded, understanding, and turned her head towards me; her blue eyes seemed to be sparkling as she looked at me, her lips slightly open. I leaned my head down and brushed her lips with mine. Her mouth opened a little more and I felt her tongue caress my lips. Without another thought, we pressed our lips together in a passionate kiss.
She placed her hand on my cheek, holding me in position as we kissed for the longest time so far.
Eventually, we came up for air, both panting much more than if we were just sitting watching TV, as our parents thought.
"Chris," she whispered, and even quieter, "do you want to touch me a bit?"
"Could I?"
"Let me just loosen my robe, but only enough that I could quickly fasten it again if I need to," she said, and undid her belt a little.
That gave me access to slide my hand under her robe to fondle her breasts, gently pinching her already hard nipples through her pyjama top, while we kissed again, our mouths moving this way and that, our tongues exploring each other's mouths.
"Mmmm," she murmured, into my mouth.
My cock had grown a little when we kissed but was now fully hard and my brain was wondering how far we could safely go without the possibility of discovery.
The TV quietly mumbled on in the background, but neither of us knew what the film was about.
We kissed some more, taking our time to explore each others tongue, lips, and mouth. While my hand was roaming over her hardened nipples and firm breasts, I felt her hand slide down and rub my hard cock over my jeans, her fingers feeling the shape of it under the material.
Eventually we parted lips to take in a few deep breaths.
"Wow Chris, I didn't know you could kiss like that," she said, her hand still caressing me.
"You're not bad at it either," I quipped.
"It's a pity you are still in jeans though and not PJs, I think it's a bit risky to undo anything isn't it?" she whispered.
Not wishing to pass up the opportunity of feeling my sister's hand on my bare cock, I tried to think how we could accomplish a bit more, safely.
"Umm, what about if I just unzip and then see how fast I can re-do it if we hear someone coming downstairs?" I suggested.
"Ok, Do you want to try that?" she asked, removing her hand.
Without answering, I put my legs out straight, undid the top button and unzipped my jeans. With a bit of fumbling in my boxers, I fished out my rock-hard cock until it was standing proud through the opening.
Unhesitatingly, Julie wrapped her hand round it and gave it a few experimental strokes up and down, giving me a delicious feeling.
"Ok, now try to put it away quickly," she said, "but for goodness sake don't catch it in the zip," she chuckled, quietly.
It wasn't quite as easy as I had imagined, getting it pushed back inside my underwear at the right angle to close the zip, but it didn't take too long, and I was sure I could do it before anyone had time to come all the way downstairs.
Experiment over, Julie seemed satisfied I could do it and carefully unzipped me again, taking my cock in her hand and gently stroking it, pulling the foreskin back and forth over the large purple head.
I was just about to lean in to kiss her when she suddenly lowered her head and put her warm mouth over the head of my cock.
"Jesus, Julie," I said, surprised, and rather too loudly.
"Shhhh," she whispered, taking her mouth off for a moment.
Once she realised I understood, she lowered her head back and took my cock back into her mouth.
Then began several minutes of ecstasy as she expertly licked and teased the head of my cock; probing the tiny hole with the tip of her tongue and licking under the ridge of the head. She then took more into her mouth and then pulled off, repeating it over and over, but not forgetting to also use her tongue in a way I couldn't fathom, but which gave me the most exquisite tingles around the head.
I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out very long with this level of stimulation as I could already feel the urge to push upwards and fuck her talented mouth and then it would be all over.
So, reluctantly, I gently lifted her up by the shoulders until my cock finally popped out of her mouth.
"God Julie, you said my kissing was good, but where on earth did you learn to do that, it was blowing my mind?" I whispered.
"A girl never tells," she grinned, wiping a hand over her mouth.
I leaned into her, and we renewed our kissing while she slowly and very gently stroked my cock, still wet from her saliva. Her ministrations were getting me really worked up and I cursed myself for not changing into loose sleep-shorts earlier.
Our movements had loosened her robe even more and the edges were laying each side of her so that I could see all of her PJ clad body. I moved my hand across to the elastic waistband of her PJs and slipped it underneath, moving further down and expecting to feel some underwear, but suddenly just contacting her trimmed pubic hair.
"Mmmm," she cooed, as I cupped her whole mound, which was already damp, in my hand.
As she continued with her light touches, knowing I think, that if she stimulated me too much right now it would make me come, I parted her pubic hair and now swollen pussy lips with my middle finger, and slid it down into the growing moistness between them.
Sighing, she kissed me harder, pushing most of her tongue into my mouth, dancing it with my own that made noisy breathing only possible though our noses.
Stretching my hand down, my finger found her entrance and without any difficulty slid first one then two fingers knuckle by knuckle into her.
"Ohhhh, yessssssss," she hissed, into my mouth.
I began to finger fuck her slowly to the same rhythm that she was stroking me and quickly became aware that she was getting wetter by the minute.
Without stopping our gentle, mutual masturbation, simultaneously we broke apart to again take more deep breaths, gazing into each others' eyes while our fingers and hands remained busy, stimulating each other.
Having gained a bit of oxygen into our lungs, I moved away from Julie a little forcing her to release my cock and at the same time slid down onto the carpet on my knees.
Julie's expression changed to confusion, "What are you...?" she whispered.
In answer, I took my hand from out of her PJs and gripped either side of her waistband.
Once she realised what I intended, she gripped it too and shook her head.
"No, we can't, it's too risky to remove clothes," she whispered, glancing pointedly at the ceiling, slightly panicky.
"I think it will be all right if we just pull them down though, won't it? You could just pull them up quickly and cover up with you robe?"
"Well, I dunno, maybe, perhaps I could, as long as you don't take them right off," she said, nervously.
With that, she let go and lifted her bottom slightly to allow me to pull them down over her thighs past her knees and down to her ankles without taking them right off. She was now sitting with her PJ bottoms round her ankles, her legs and knees together facing me.
It was still slightly awkward, but I could understand that she didn't want to have to struggle to put her legs back into them if anyone came downstairs. Kneeling in front of her, I stroked up and down her calves and gently encouraged her to move her feet sideways as far as the material round her ankles would allow.
Moving my hands upwards, I stroked past her knees and along the inside of her thighs moving her knees sideways, opening her legs. Gradually, her dark triangle of hair became more visible and then the swollen folds of her glistening labia, and at the apex, the fully extended dark pink nub of her clit.
It was ironic that she looked shy and embarrassed at exposing herself to me like that with her legs open wide, even though a few minutes ago she had been enthusiastically sucking my cock.
Sliding my hands round and under her bottom, I slid her forwards towards me until she was on the edge of the cushion. She watched as I leaned forward over her feet, my head moving closer towards her neatly trimmed bush.
Using my fingertips, I gently combed her damp pubic hair to each side of her lips, then traced my fingers around the edges, peeling back the outer lips just enough for them to stay slightly open and inviting. Moving my finger down to her entrance, open now from my earlier fingerings, I pushed my finger in just an inch and withdrew it, a gossamer thread of her secretions attaching to the tip and stretching until it broke away.
I pushed out my tongue and made a first tantalising touch between her pussy lips. It was still the same salty, clean, taste, that I remembered from before, and it got the same reaction from her as she stifled a loud 'ohhhh' with her hand across her mouth.
Sliding my fingers either side, I opened her up, the glistening, pink, inner lips coming into view. I laid my tongue between them, flattening it out while licking upwards, but stopping short of her clit.
Another muted sigh.
"Do you like that?" I whispered.
"Fuck, yes," she whispered back, barely containing her voice.
I did it a few more times, seeing her start to squirm, then using the tip of my tongue I teased around her entrance, probing inwards as far as I could reach, all the time holding her wide open with my fingers. I saw her hands clench and unclench, so I knew I was getting it right.
I probed and licked, enjoying feeling and watching her squirm from my ministrations.
"Chris," she whispered, "move higher up, you know where."
I knew that she wanted me to lick her clit, but I was enjoying teasing her and denying her that pleasure yet, so when she moved one hand towards it to do it herself, I grabbed it and held it firm.
"Chris, please, it needs to be touched," she whimpered.
"What do you need touched," I asked, mischievously, removing my mouth and blowing across her engorged clit.
"You know," she said.
"Say it."
She paused, even now, still shy or embarrassed to say the words.
I blew across it again.
She quivered.
"All right, all right, I want you to suck my clit," she said, in barely a whisper, "there I've said it now."
I smiled inwardly, knowing that she must want it badly to acquiesce and say it aloud, but it was also exciting to hear my sister asking me for it.
Not wanting to tease her too much, I lowered my head back and again used the tip of my tongue, but this time on the exposed head of her clit.
"Oh God, right there Chris, yes, that's it," she moaned, quietly.
I hoped that the TV was just loud enough for the small sounds we were making to be unintelligible to anyone upstairs.
I put my lips over her clit, then gently sucked and licked around it, pressing down on the edges of the small fully retracted hood, and flicking it round the base. I made it last as long as I could, alternately bringing her near to a climax so that I could see her stomach muscles start to ripple, and then moving away from her clit so that she sighed in frustration.
All the time I was doing this, my exposed cock was still sticking out from the front of my jeans, as hard as it could be, but like Julie, it needed to be touched, or touch something.
I lifted my head and glanced at Julie's beautiful face. Her eyes were like cat eyes, closed to almost slits, her mouth just open enough to look provocative and sexy.
Being already between her legs, it was easy to shuffle forwards, ending with my knees resting on her PJ bottoms puddled between her ankles.
Her eyes opened when the head of my cock touched her pubic hair as I guided it, sliding it up and down in the wetness between them.
"Do you think we should go all the way, down here, Chris, with them just upstairs?" again raising her eyes upwards.
"Do you want to?"
She bit her bottom lip, weighing up the risk.
"I do like feeling when you are part of me," she whispered, coyly.
"And I love you enough to only go as far as you feel we can, here." I replied.
"That's one of the reasons that I love you too, you're so considerate of my feelings, no one else has bothered before," she said, her eyes a little moist.
"Better than pranks?" I smiled.
"Much better," she said.
There was a pause.
"Is the back of my robe that I am sitting on completely covering the cushion, Chris?"
I looked down, "Yes, I'm sure it is."
She looked up at the ceiling again and listened.
"Okay, then do it slowly."
"Do what slowly?" I asked, teasing her again by feigning innocence.
She raised an eyebrow, looking at me, "I've got it now," she grinned, "it excites you to hear me say the words, doesn't it?"
It did, and I had been caught out.
"It does, yes," I admitted.
She smiled, knowing she had found one of my weaknesses.
"I want you to put... just the head of your hard cock... inside my wet pussy," she whispered, all the time looking straight at me.
Just hearing my sister who I thought previously was so prim and proper, utter those words made me tingle with anticipation and my heart rate increased.
She watched like a predatory feline as I moved even nearer, cock in hand, the head just touching her entrance. Although I knew from previously that her young pussy was tight, she was so wet by now that I only had to push gently to see and feel the head disappear inside her.
"Mmmmm, Chris, that feels good," she whispered, " how does it feel for you?"
"I can't believe how sexy it looks and feels and that you are asking me to do it."
"You like to see too, don't you?"
"Yes," I croaked.
She moved her hands from the cushion and slid them down over her stomach and mound down into her pubic hair. Putting her fingers on each of her pussy lips, she slowly pulled them apart exposing herself to me, my cock now visible just inside her pink inner area.
"Oh hell Julie, that's so... so..." I ran out of words, but my cock was saying it for me by pulsing involuntarily.
She knew now what would make it really good for me and it seemed she was going all out to give me that experience.
"Push your cock a little further into me," she whispered, still holding herself open and watching me.
I moved my hips, and an inch or so more slipped past her open lips into her.
"Mmm," she blinked, and bit her lower lip.
"A bit more Chris."
I did.
It was so exciting, seeing half my cock in her vagina and feel the tightness around it, that I was beginning to worry I would come before I had all of it inside her. I tried to distract myself and think of other things, but I wasn't doing very well, it was way too erotic.
Suddenly, there was some sort of noise overhead, we both tensed up and listened, my cock still halfway inside my sister.
We kept listening, but it wasn't repeated, and we both let out a quiet sigh of relief.
"Just someone turning over in bed, I think," I whispered.
Julie nodded, a sparkle now in her eyes.
"Don't you think it adds a bit of excitement, knowing it is so risky and we could be caught?" she asked.
"Hmmm, I'm not sure," I mused, "if they did catch us like this, I don't think that would be very exciting, do you?"
"Now you're being obtuse," she said, using one of her hands to take my cock between her thumb and forefinger, gently wanking it in and out of her.
"Oh God, you're going to make me come doing that," I whispered, urgently.
"Then you'd better push it all the way in before you do," she said, taking her hand away.
I didn't need any more prompting and with a strong push the rest of my cock filled my sister, until only our mashed together pubic hair could be seen.
"Ohh Chris," she cried, softly.
"I love the feeling that we are truly joined together," I whispered, feeling my cock bottomed out in the tight confines of her most sacred area and running my hands up under her PJ top to touch her rock-hard nipples.
"I still can't believe we are doing this after all these years," she said, deliberately tightening her vaginal muscles to squeeze me.
"Oh God, don't do that, I'm already close to coming," I said, my cock giving an involuntary twitch to emphasise the point.
She grinned but kept still for me.
We stayed like that for several minutes, the only movement being just the occasional twitch of my cock deep inside her while I massaged and teased her firm breasts.
"I can feel you sort of pulsing; no one has ever just stayed still inside me like this Chris, it's such a sensuous feeling," she whispered, a look of concentration on her face.
"It is, just like being part of you," I said.
After another couple of minutes, "Nice as it is, we can't stay like this forever, shall we move a bit now?" she asked.
Without replying, I slowly dragged my cock nearly out of her, seeing it emerge glistening from her secretions, and then just as slowly and gently pushed it back fully inside her.
"Ohhhh yes, Chris," she murmured, putting her hands on my hips, "nice and slowly so I can feel every bit of it."
I tried harder to concentrate on other non-erotic things as I moved slowly all the way in and out of her, at a slow pace.
"Ohhhh, ummmmmmmm," she said, her eyes wide now and her voice muffled by her hand that she had placed back across her mouth.
"As deep as you can now Chris," she demanded, uncovering he mouth for a moment and watching my eyes as she said the words.
Oh, it was so sexy to hear her and see what we were doing.
I put my hands around her hips to her back, just under her bottom, then pulled her as tight as I could towards me, forcing my cock deeper into her just that little bit more.
"Ohhh yes, I can feel it touching the very back of me I think," she whimpered.
I was fast losing control now and began to increase the pace of our fucking. The sofa began making small noises as the springs struggled to support our movements.
I was too close now to stop and Julie was trying hard to push her hips at me at every stroke.
"I'm nearly there, "Julie whispered, frantically, "come with me, come inside me, I want to feel it."
I was already at the point of no return and that just did it for me.
I felt my cock swell and the sensation of contractions deep down forcing my cum up my embedded cock and delivering it into Julie's waiting, hot, vagina. I pushed myself into her as far as I could.
"Oh my God, oh my God, I can feel you coming and its making me....ohhhhh."
She never got the last words out as her body convulsed on my cock, her thighs gripping and releasing me in time to her vagina squeezing my cock. Her eyes seemed to roll about in her head but thank goodness she still had enough control and sense to not cry out. Her hips flexed several times, encouraging my cock to pump and splash more and more cum inside her.
She slowly stopped, quivering, with diminishing aftershocks racking her body.
My cock remained in her, giving its last few twitches before coming to rest.
We were both breathing hard, gasping for breath and I hoped not as loud as it seemed to me.
"I do love you Chris," she whispered, drawing in breath between every couple of words.
"I love you too," I said, gently stroking her flat stomach soothingly.
"You're still hard inside me," she said.
"Not for long though," I grinned, "you just about drained me."
"I want to just sleep with you now," she said, her eyes a bit droopy.
"I'd love to, but you know we can't," I replied, sadly.
"I know, but the thought is there."
I nodded and realised that as predicted my cock was softening and allowing our mixed love secretions to begin to seep out and run between Julie's thighs.
"I know it's not romantic, but we need to do something about...," I looked down.
"Oh yes, I can feel it," she said.
She produced a small wad of tissues from the pocket of her robe and passed them to me.
"You made most of the mess," she said, grinning, same old Julie!Consequences of Pranking My Sister Ch. 04
Chris and Julie contrive to have the house to themselves.
This is a story of two siblings, both of whom are over 18 years of age.
CH 4.
I felt it was a bit weird that after each of our three tristes, Julie seemed to go distant on me and quiet for a several days afterwards. I didn't know if it was guilt or whether she needed to process what happened each time and where it was all going, but it was a bit disconcerting.
A few days after we had made love the last time, I managed to catch her alone for a few minutes.
"Would you come to my room later on, just for a few minutes so we can talk please?" I asked her.
She looked softly at me and just nodded before continuing on to where she had been heading.
Later that night, I lay awake, my eyes fixed on the ceiling illuminated only by a small bedside lamp. I could hear my parents' faint snoring from down the hall, a reminder that we could easily be caught, but I also heard the soft creak of Julie's door opening, the quiet pad of her footsteps as she made her way toward my room.
The thought of our parents discovering me and Julie together made me tremble, but it was a tremble mixed with anticipation, not just fear. We had already crossed the line, three times to be exact, each encounter more intense than the last.
But tonight, I just wanted to talk and see how she felt.
The door eased open, and she slipped inside, closing it silently behind her. Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, we just stared, aware of the risk we were taking. She hadn't changed into her sleep-wear and still wore a loose tank top and shorts, her bare feet quiet on the carpet. Her hair fell in loose waves around her face, and her lips were slightly parted, as if she'd been holding her breath.
"I think they're asleep," she murmured, her voice barely audible, "but we don't have much time, and we have to be quiet."
I sat up and nodded, my heart pounding. "I know, but I needed to see you alone, I can't stop thinking about you."
She took a step closer, her scent, a mix of her soap and shampoo, filling my senses.
"Come and sit on the bed," I whispered.
She hesitated, "OK, but we can't do anything, it's too risky."
"I know," I said, "I just wanted to talk."
She stepped closer still, her hand reaching out to brush my arm. Her touch sent a jolt through me, and I found myself leaning into her, our bodies so close that I could feel the heat from her.
"What do you want to talk about?" she asked, quietly, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"I have been thinking..." I began.
"Well, that's dangerous for a start," she quipped, trying to take some apprehension out of the situation.
"Seriously though, the last time we... you know..." I began again, a bit bashfully, "you said...afterwards, you would like to have slept with me for the whole night."
"Yes, I remember, and it would have been nice, but how? They're always around. It's like they have radar or something."
"I've been thinking about it." I ran a hand through my hair, frustration creeping in. "I know it's complicated. But we have to try something. we can't keep sneaking around like this. It's driving me crazy."
"And what did you come up with?" she asked, her eyes fixed to mine.
"I tried to think how we could be together away from here for the whole night, but I couldn't see how we could explain it."
"Yes, I know."
"So, I thought how about if it was our parents who weren't here, but we were."
Julie's eyebrows furrowed, "How do you propose to do that, get aliens to abduct them?"
I chuckled softly, but it was more a release of nerves than genuine amusement.
"Not quite, but you know it's their 25th wedding anniversary in a couple of weeks and we discussed getting something for them together?"
"Yes, we did, but I'm not sure how that's going to help," Julie said.
"Well, I thought, how about if we club together and send them on a weekend package to somewhere like Paris. I have some savings and there are quite a lot of good package deals around because I've checked. What do you think?"
"Oh God, I hadn't thought of that, it could work... but what if they don't want to go?"
"They won't turn it down if it's already booked, and a gift, will they?" I answered.
Julie's lips curved into a sly smile. "Do you know what, I really think it might work as long as we can afford it."
We sat there, lost in the moment, each thinking about how exciting it might be to be alone together in the house for a whole weekend.
Julie's expression softened, her gaze dropping to my lips and before I could stop myself, I began to close the gap between us. She leaned closer still. My lips brushed hers in a soft, tentative kiss. It was a mistake, but I wasn't thinking of that.
"We shouldn't," she whispered, though her body seemed to disagree.
"We shouldn't," I agreed, my voice barely a whisper, "but you're so beautiful," I murmured, my throat suddenly dry.
Her hands slid up my bare chest, her fingers sliding over my nipples, while my arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her tighter against me. The kiss deepened, our tongues meeting in a dance that felt both familiar and exhilaratingly new.
Pulling away, my lips trailed down her neck, my tongue tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone while my hands lifted her top finding no bra. She shivered at my touch, her breath catching as I finally freed her breasts, my mouth closing over one taut nipple, teasing it with my tongue. She gasped, and tried to stifle the noise, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer as I lavished attention on her other breast, my lips and tongue working together.
My hands slid down her body, tracing the curve of her hips, the swell of her thighs. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts. She lifted up as I pulled them down slowly, revelling in the sight of her lace-covered dark triangle. Her legs were trembling as she let her shorts fall to the floor, her eyes never leaving mine.
I didn't hesitate. I slid off the bed and sank to my knees, my hands gripping her hips as I pressed my lips to the lace covering the junction of her thighs. She gasped again, her hands clutching my shoulders as I teased her through the fabric, my tongue flicking and swirling in a rhythm that had her squirming against me. But I wasn't done yet. With a gentle tug, I pulled her lacy knickers aside, my mouth closing over her clit, sucking gently as my tongue delved into her wetness.
"Oh fuck... Chris..." she whispered, hoarsely, her head falling back as she surrendered to the pleasure. Her pussy was soaking wet, her juices coating my tongue as I explored every inch. I slipped one and then two fingers inside her to complement my oral assault. She was tight and hot, her walls clenching around me as I thrust my fingers in and out, my tongue pressing against her clit in a steady rhythm.
The quiet sound of a door opening and then footsteps in the hallway jolted us apart.
We froze, our hearts pounding in unison, as the floorboards creaked just outside my room. We both held our breath, but the footsteps passed, fading toward the bathroom. We exhaled simultaneously, our eyes locking in a mix of relief and frustration.
I stood up slowly, pulling a trembling Julie up with me.
We stood silent, listening, until the footsteps returned past our door to their bedroom.
"Close call," Julie whispered in my ear, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Too close," I agreed, my voice rough. "We can't keep doing this here we could easily be discovered."
We stood there just holding one another, in silence, for another five or so minutes longer, the adrenalin making both of us trembling slightly. I was naked, my hard cock between us pressing against her damp knickers.
Julie pulled away, her expression turning serious.
"I should go before anything else happens," she said, bending to pick up her shorts and put them back on.
I nodded, although every instinct in me screamed to pull her back, to kiss her again, to forget the risks and just give in. But I let her go, watching as she silently slipped out of the door, her silhouette disappearing into the dimly lit hallway.
Alone in my room, I sank back onto the bed, my mind replaying the kiss, the touch of her hands, the way her body looked, and the taste of her. We were playing with fire, I knew that, but the thrill of it, the forbidden nature, only made it more intense. We'd find a way to make it happen. We had to, because the thought of spending a whole night with Julie, exploring every inch of her, losing ourselves in each other without the fear of being caught... it was too tempting to resist.
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During the next couple of days, Julie and I scoured the travel packages on-line until we found something we could afford and that sounded like the sort of thing Mom and Dad would enjoy. With some trepidation, we booked it in their names.
We knew we would have to give them some notice, so the following Sunday, a week before their Anniversary date, we presented it to them over Sunday Lunch.
We didn't know what their reaction might be, but it turned out that they were pleased and delighted that we had gone to the trouble and said how much they would look forward to it.
The following week went very slowly for Julie and me, having to keep any excitement under control and not behave in any 'abnormal' way.
Eventually their day of departure arrived.
I couldn't believe it was finally happening. Our parents, blissfully oblivious, had packed their suitcases for their weekend getaway to Paris, the gift from me and my sister. The excitement thrumming through my veins was a heady mix of anticipation and guilt, the kind that came from knowing you're about to indulge in something so wrong, it felt deliciously right.
The house was a whirlwind of activity when they returned from work early on Friday afternoon and prepared to leave in the early evening. As they effused their 'thank you' and hugged goodbye, the taxi outside waiting, the pressure of Mom's eyes was almost unbearable.
"Be good," she whispered in my ear, "take care of Julie and the house."
I was definitely going to do at least one of those, I thought, but managed to keep a straight face, "Of course." I said.
With the door closed behind them, I turned to face Julie, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. We exchanged a knowing smile.
"Well, little brother," she said, her voice dripping with sweet seduction, "the stage is set. Are you ready to make this weekend one we'll never forget?"
"It is a bit strange knowing they are not going to be around for a couple of days though, and we have the house to ourselves for the first time, but it's worked out just right," I said.
"Mmmm, I think so too," she replied.
We decided to wait a few hours, careful to allow our parents enough time to board the plane and truly believe that our weekend would be uninterrupted.
The tension was palpable as we paced through the house, each trying to find something to do to occupy ourselves for a while,until we knew that we really had the house to ourselves.
We prepared a light evening meal, but neither of us was particularly hungry, well not for food anyway.
A little later, having showered, I sat at my computer in my room and heard Julie slip into the bathroom, the click of the lock punctuating the silence.
The muffled sounds of her peeling off her clothes was followed by the fall of water from the shower.
I waited, listening, imagining the water falling over her lithe body, my desires simmering, the fabric of my loose shorts growing taut against my swelling erection.
I opened my door and stood in the hallway when she emerged, her skin glistening and her wet hair cascading down her bare shoulders, she was a vision in black lace. The obviously new negligee she wore was almost transparent, hinting at the curves and valleys beneath. She looked stunning.
I swallowed hard, my mouth dry with anticipation as she approached me, a playful smile on her lips.
"You like?" she asked, blushing shyly, and then twirling in place to highlight the full effect of her attire. Her small breasts, strained against the delicate fabric, and I could see the darker outline of her areolae and the tight peaks of her nipples. The scrap of black lace that barely covered her mound was already damp, hinting at what awaited.
I could only nod, my voice failing me as I took in the sight of her. I felt the tightness in my chest ease slightly as she reached out and took my hand, leading me towards her room.
I followed her, my hand trembled slightly as I reached out to touch her. The warmth of her soft skin sending bolts of pure desire through me. Her hand slid up my arm, her fingers tracing the muscles beneath my shirt, leaving a trail of sensations in their wake.
The bedside lamp was the only illumination, the soft shadows enhancing the contours of her face as she stood there, the silky black negligee clinging to her body. My heart raced at the sight of her, my cock straining against the fabric of my boxers, eager to be free.
"We've been thinking about this for too long," she whispered, her breath warm and minty against my neck.
Julie leaned in closer, her damp hair brushing against my cheek. I could feel the heat of her body, the sweet scent of her shampoo wrapping around me like a warm embrace.
I stepped closer, my breath catching in my throat as she reached out a tentative hand to trace the outline of my shaft. Her touch was feather-light, and I could feel her breath, warm and sweet, against my skin as she leaned in, her eyes never leaving mine.
Her hand found the waistband of my shorts, deftly hooking her fingers in and tugging them down. I stepped out of them, my boxers following, my cock naked now sprang to life, bobbing slightly in the cool air of the room, thick and eager. She took it in her hand, her grip firm but gentle, stroking it with a practiced ease that made me gasp.
Her touch was as if she knew every nerve, every inch of me, better than I knew myself. Her thumb swirled around the head of my cock, spreading a bead of precum around it.
"Are you ready?" she murmured, her eyes still focussed on mine as she sat on the edge of the mattress and brought her mouth closer to my cock. She licked her lips, her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, guiding it towards her mouth. As the tip of my cock touched her soft, wet lips, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if savouring the moment. The anticipation was exquisite torture as she kissed the tip, her tongue flicking out to taste it.
"Ohhh," I groaned, instinctively making sure I was not too loud, forgetting that now there was no need.
My fingers found their way to her long neck and shoulders, pulling her closer. My fingertips danced over the smooth expanse of her skin, feeling the goosebumps rise in response. The flimsy fabric of her negligee was the only barrier to her nakedness, which it did little to hide.
The warmth of her mouth enveloped the end of my cock. Her tongue swirled around the head, tasting me, teasing me, driving me wild. The way her hand moved coordinated with her mouth was pure artistry, a feeling of pleasure that I never wanted to end. I could feel her throat tighten as she took more of me in, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with increasing fervour.
Julie's eyes fluttered open, looking up at me through her thick lashes. She had a look of pure concentration, a determination to make this night unforgettable. And it was working. Already I could feel myself getting closer to the edge with every bob of her head, every moan she let out around my length. Her fingers played with my balls, adding another layer of sensation that had me gritting my teeth and biting back a groan.
There was no noise except for the sound of her slurping and the occasional gasp for air. My eyes rolled back in my head as she took me deeper, her mouth creating a vacuum that was both heavenly and maddening. I reached out to grab the back of her head, my hand tangling in her hair as I lost myself in the sensation. The sight of her, my sister, my lover, worshiping my cock like it was the most precious thing in the world, was almost too much to handle.
Her eyes searched mine for approval, for any sign of how much she was pleasing me. I nodded, unable to form words, and she took it as encouragement to go further. She pushed herself, taking more and more of me into her mouth until I could feel her nose pressing against my pubic hair. I really didn't know how she had learnt to do this, but what I did know was that I wouldn't last much longer, the tension building up inside me like a dam about to burst.
The feeling was intense, overwhelming, and as she somehow swallowed me down to the base, I couldn't hold back anymore.
"Julie, I'm gonna come," I warned, my voice hoarse with need.
She moaned in response, the vibration of her voice sending waves of pleasure along my cock. With one final, deep throat, she let me go, and I exploded into her mouth, her tongue swirling around to catch every drop.
As the last spasm of my orgasm subsided, she pulled back, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. She licked her lips, enjoying the taste of me, and I couldn't help but feel like the luckiest man alive. This was our secret, and in that moment, I hoped we'd spend many more nights just like this.
But tonight was just the beginning. We had the entire house to ourselves, a whole night to explore each other's bodies without fear of interruption. And as she swallowed and gave me a wink, I knew we were both eager to see just how far we could take this passion.
With trembling hands, I reached for the thin straps of her negligee, sliding them down her arms until the fabric pooled around her waist to reveal the fullness of her breasts, the perfect handful. Her breasts were not too large, but full and round, with nipples that stood at attention, begging to be touched.
I took one in my palm, feeling the weight of it, the nipple hardening further under my touch. Julie's eyes closed, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she leaned into my caress. I sat down beside her and gently pushed her shoulders down onto the crip, fresh smelling, white sheets on her bed She slid over making room for me to lie beside her.
I let my hand slip down her back, my fingers brushing the firm globes of her bottom before sliding around to the front, my fingers tracing a pattern over the front of her matching, lacy, black, knickers.
Her thighs parted instinctively, granting me access to run my fingertips between them, feeling the wetness that had already seeped through the material. I latched my lips onto one of her nipples as my fingers continued to meander between her legs and over her the soft skin of her thighs.
"Chris," she murmured, her voice a breathless plea, her hips moving upwards to meet my fingers, "take them off and touch me properly."
She knew from the last time that hearing her ask me to do things to her turned me on, so I drew it out a little.
"What do you mean by 'properly'?
She sighed, but played the game, "Run your fingers down between my wet lips, open me up and push two fingers deep inside me."
"Then what?"
"Then use your wet fingers to rub my clit slowly round and round," she whispered, shyly.
It was so sexy hearing my sister saying those things to me that I immediately grasped the waistband of her knickers and slowly tugged them down, the centre part sticking momentarily to the secretions emanating from her. She helped me by folding her legs so that I could remove them entirely and drop them onto the floor.
I stroked my hand up her leg gently until I reached her damp triangle of hair, then danced through her wetness, exploring the velvety softness. She was wet, so wet, that two of my fingers slipped easily into her right up to my palm.
I watched her face as I touched her, memorising every twitch of her eyebrows, every catch of her breath. The power I held over her was intoxicating, and I used it to guide her closer to the edge. My thumb circled her clit, pressing firmly as my fingers slid in and out of her, mimicking the rhythm of her hips. She gripped the bedsheet, her knuckles white with the effort of not screaming aloud, her hips bucking against my hand.
Julie's eyes flew open, locking onto mine and I could see the hunger in their depths. It was a look that said she wanted me. I leaned in, capturing her mouth in a deep, slow kiss that tasted of need and desire. Her tongue danced with mine, exploring.
Her hand came down searching for my cock that had again become erect and ready. Her touch made me shiver, and I couldn't help but groan into her mouth. The kiss grew more urgent, our tongues tangling together and I knew she could feel my own need. I gently pushed her back onto the bed as I climbed over her, never breaking the kiss.
"Yes," she hissed, "I need you inside me."
Our bodies aligned perfectly, my cock nestled between her thighs, the heat of her sex pressing against me. I could feel her wetness seep onto my skin, leaving a warm, sticky trail. The anticipation was almost too much, but I didn't want to rush this. I wanted to feel and enjoy every moment, every touch, every gasp. My hand slid back down her body, my thumb brushing against her clit as my fingers found the warm, welcoming heat of her pussy.
"Please," she whimpered.
"Not yet," I teased her.
I kissed a trail down her neck, my teeth grazing her collarbone as I took in the taste of her skin. I could feel her body arching into me, begging for more. I kissed her breasts, suckling on one nipple while rolling the other between my thumb and forefinger, eliciting a moan from her.
Her hips rocked against me, the pressure of my thumb against her clit driving her wild. I could feel her body tightening, the muscles in her thighs clenching around me. My thumb moved in slow, deliberate circles, the pressure building with each pass until she was trembling beneath me. I kissed my way down her stomach, feeling the softness of her skin give way to the coarser hair of her mound. The scent of her arousal filled the room, a potent aphrodisiac that made my blood boil.
As my mouth reached her pussy, I took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her, the way her folds were swollen and slick with moisture. I licked along her slit, tasting the sweetness that was uniquely her, and she bucked her hips, her breath catching in her throat. The sound was like music to my ears, that only grew louder as I parted her with my tongue and delved deeper.
"Please, stop teasing me," she implored.
Julie's hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, her nails digging into my scalp as she rode the wave of sensation that I was building within her. The world around us faded away, leaving only the two of us and the sound of our muffled moans. I found her clit, flicking it with the tip of my tongue, feeling her body tense with every touch. Her hips moved in time with me, grinding against my face, urging me to take more. I slid three fingers back inside her, the slickness of her arousal making it easy, and she cried out, her back arching off the bed.
Her inner walls clamped down on me, I could feel her getting closer, her breaths coming in gasps, her thighs shaking around my head. I increased the tempo, my tongue moving in a relentless rhythm as I sucked and licked, my fingers pumping in and out of her, curling to find that special spot that would send her over the edge. And when I found it, her body convulsed, her legs tightening around me like a vice as she came, the warmth of her release flooding my mouth.
I lapped at her, drinking her in, savouring the taste of her pleasure, before slowly making my way back up her body, kissing and nipping along the way. I hovered above her and watched the play of emotions across her face as she came down from the high. She was beautiful in her passion, her cheeks flushed, her eyes half-closed with satisfaction.
Her hand reached up lazily to caress my cheek, her eyes locking onto me.
""Chris," she whispered, her voice husky and low, "that was..."
As her tremors subsided, I kissed my way back up her body and silenced her with a kiss, our tongues sharing the taste of her passion.
"It's just the beginning," I murmured, against her lips.
Thank you," she whispered, "Now, it's your turn."
I didn't need any more encouragement. I positioned myself at her entrance, my cock pulsing with need. I pushed inside her slowly, watching as her eyes widened with surprise and then pleasure. The feeling was luxurious, a perfect fit. Her pussy was warm, wet, but still tight, squeezing me like a velvet fist as I slid in deeper.
We moved together, slowly at first, treasuring those first moments of being joined as one once more, then faster until the sound of our bodies slapping against each other filled the room. The slick sound of skin on skin echoed in the quiet. My hands found her breasts again, kneading them, pinching the nipples until she was gasping and writhing beneath me. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer, urging me deeper, her heels digging into my bottom, our pubic hair hardly cushioning the blows as I thrust into her.
The sensations were overwhelming, pleasure that played through every nerve in my body. I could feel her tightening around me, the muscles of her vagina gripping me as she approached another climax. I increased my pace, driving into her with a hunger that surprised even myself. Her nails scored my back, leaving red trails, but I didn't care. The only thing that mattered was the feeling of her, the way she responded to every touch, every thrust.
Her walls clenched around me, her body shuddering with the force of her release, and it was all I could do not to come right there and then, but I held back, wanting to prolong this moment of pure ecstasy. I kissed her deeply, my tongue mimicking the rhythm of my cock as it plunged in and out of her. Her moans grew louder, her hips rising to meet mine, and I could feel her building again.
She gasped, her voice a plea, "Don't stop, please don't stop."
But I had no intention of stopping. I reached down, my hand finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as I continued to fuck her. She was close, so close, and the knowledge was like a drug, pushing me further. I felt my orgasm building, the pressure coiling in my balls, and I knew the inevitable was about to happen.
I whispered urgently in her ear, "Come with me, Julie. Let go, let go."
"Yes, yes, I 'm coming, I'm coming, I want to feel you come inside me," she hissed in answer.
And she did. Her body arched off the bed, her back bowing, and she screamed my name, the sound piercing the silence of the room. I felt her pussy spasm around me, the contractions pulling me over the edge, and I released my own orgasm, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself inside her, filling her to overflowing.
We lay there, panting, our bodies entwined, hearts racing in sync. The only sound now was our laboured breathing. We had crossed that line again, one that could never be uncrossed. But as I looked into her eyes, full of love and lust and something unnameable, I knew that this was just the beginning of our illicit weekend.
"Oh my God, what just happened," she muttered.
"We just happened," I said.
I kissed her neck, my hands roaming lightly over her body, relearning every curve. She jumped as my thumb brushed against her still-sensitive clit. I grinned against her skin at her reaction, the taste of her still lingering on my tongue.
"Ready for round two?" I whispered.
Julie's eyes sparkled with mischief as she rolled over onto her stomach, her ass lifting in invitation. I took a moment to appreciate the view, the way the lace of her negligee clung to her waist, the curve of her back leading down to the firm globes of her bottom. I licked my lips, unbelievably my cock already hardening again. I leaned down, pressing a kiss to her spine before moving lower, my tongue tracing the path my cock would soon take.
I spread her cheeks, exposing the tight, pink rose nestling there untouched. I'd never been this close to her like this, and the sight of her was more erotic than I could have ever imagined. I kissed her there, feeling her tense before she relaxed into my touch. My tongue delved lower, tasting her once more, relishing the salt-sweet flavour of her.
She moaned, pushing back against me. I took it as a sign of approval and continued to explore, my tongue sliding over her folds, finding her clit again. I could feel her hips rocking, her body begging for more. With a groan of my own, I lined up my cock and pushed far into her, feeling the warm, embrace of her pussy from a new angle.
The sensation was intense, the angle deeper, hitting spots I hadn't reached before. I had to hold onto the bedframe to keep from collapsing onto her as the pleasure overwhelmed me. Her back arched, her breasts pressing into the bed, and I knew she felt it too. I began to move, my hips setting a steady rhythm, my cock sliding in and out of her.
Her moans grew louder, her body shaking with every thrust. I reached around, finding her clit with my fingers, and the effect was explosive. She bucked against me, her pussy seemed to grip my cock, and I could feel yet another climax building, the walls tightening around me. I leaned down, my chest pressing against her back, my mouth at her ear.
"You're mine," I murmured, my voice thick with passion. "All weekend, you're all mine."
"Yes," her voice muffled by the pillow.
I felt her orgasm crash over her, her body convulsing in waves of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. I followed her over the edge, my cock pulsing as I filled her with whatever cum I had remaining, the intimate connection between us fulfilled again.
As we lay there, the aftershocks of our lovemaking still rippling through us, I knew that this weekend would change everything.
It was something that a few months ago we didn't even know we wanted, but we had inadvertently stepped into the forbidden, and there was no turning back.
I kissed her back and neck, as I slowly pulled out of her, feeling the stickiness of our combined pleasure. I rolled her onto her back, my hand caressing her stomach as I settled between her legs, my cock still semi-hard but deflating slowly.
Julie looked up at me, her eyes hazy with lust, "Again?" she whispered, a teasing smile playing on her lips.
I chuckled, my heart swelling with love and desire, "As many times as you want," I promised, "but I think I need to recover first."
I slid onto my side, pulling her with me, our bodies pulled close together as we drifted off to a satiated and contented sleep.
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I woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. My head felt fuzzy, and my body was a pattern of sore muscles. I groaned, rolling over in the unfamiliar bed to find my phone blinking with a notification. It was a text from Julie, asking if I was up yet. I didn't remember her getting out of bed this morning where we had both spent the night.
The house was eerily quiet, reminding me that our parents had gone on their anniversary trip, leaving us in charge.
I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled down to the kitchen, not bothering with clothes, my eyes still half-closed.
Julie was sitting at the breakfast bar, totally naked, sipping her coffee, and scrolling through her phone. She looked up and grinned when she saw me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Morning, sleepyhead," she teased, not bothering to hide her amusement. "I made breakfast," she added, gesturing to the plates of eggs and toast, "but I didn't know if you'd want any."
I couldn't help but feel a strange pang of disappointment. We'd had a beautiful, intimate night, and now I wondered if as before, she was trying to pretend it never happened. I took a deep breath and focused on the food, my stomach growling in protest.
Julie slid off the stool, her naked body moving with a grace that was both mesmerizing and maddening. She walked over to the fridge, bending over to grab the orange juice, giving me a perfect view of her round, firm bottom, and just a hint of her pussy lips in-between.
The memory of my hands on her skin, my cock inside her, unexpectedly washed over me. I had to look away before I did something I might regret.
"You know," she said casually, pouring two glasses, "since we have the house to ourselves for now, we can do whatever we want."
Her eyes met mine, and in that moment, I knew she wasn't just talking about watching movies or playing video games. She was referring to last night, to the fourth incestuous act we'd both partaken in. I felt my cock start to stir.
I took my glass over to the sofa and sat down.
"Like what?" I managed to croak out, playing dumb.
Julie's grin widened as she sauntered over to me on the sofa, setting her own glass down.
"Well," she said, her voice a seductive whisper, "we could start here maybe?"
Before I could respond, she straddled me, her nakedness pressing against me. Her breasts bounced slightly as she leaned in to kiss me, her tongue cavorting with mine. Her hands roamed my body, setting every nerve ending on fire.
I pulled away, my heart racing.
"Are you sure we should be doing this here?" I whispered, looking round guiltily as if our parents might walk in at any minute.
"It's where it all started isn't it?" she said, a small smile playing on her lips.
Her eyes searched mine, looking for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, she nodded,
"I want you again," she said, her voice a breathy plea. "I need you."
I took her in my arms, feeling the heat of her skin, the softness of her breasts against my chest. We kissed, our tongues exploring each other's mouths with a desperation that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
She slid down my body, her hand wrapping around my cock. She took me into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down with a rhythm that was driving me insane. I moaned her name, my hips bucking involuntarily.
I threaded my fingers through her hair, guiding her, urging her to go faster, to take more of me in.
When she couldn't take it anymore, she climbed back up, straddling me once again. She positioned herself over my erection, and with a slow, deliberate move, she sank down onto me. The feeling was so intense, like coming home to something that was never meant to be home. Her walls tightened around me as she began to ride, her movements fluid and precise, drawing out every sensation.
We fucked like it was the last time we'd ever see each other. Like we were trying to burn every moment into our memories, so we could relive it when we were old, and the world had moved on without us. Her nails dug into my chest, leaving half-moon imprints as she bounced faster and faster. I could feel her getting closer, her breathing becoming more erratic.
Our eyes locked, and I watched the pleasure build within her. Her pupils dilated, her lips parted, and she threw her head back, a guttural moan escaping her throat as she came loudly. The sight of her lost in ecstasy was almost too much to bear, and I followed her over the edge, filling her up with everything I had.
Afterward, we lay there, panting, Julie's breasts pressed against me, our hearts hammering against each other's chests. The guilt was there, lurking in the shadows, but we ignored it.
Julie leaned down and kissed me softly. "Thank you," she whispered.
"For what?" I asked, confused by the sudden shift in mood.
"For making me feel alive again."
The weight of her words settled heavily on my chest. This wasn't just about sex anymore. This was about connection, about filling a void that neither of us had known existed until it was filled by the other.
We stayed there for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, the sticky mess between our legs a testament to what we'd just done. But eventually, reality began to seep in. We had to get dressed, to face the day, begin to pretend that nothing had changed for when our parents came home.
I pulled out of her, and she slid off me, both of us feeling the cool air on our overheated skin.
"Come on," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she pulled me towards the stairs, "Let's go and clean up together."
We went upstairs and although the house was still empty, it suddenly it felt much smaller, the walls closing in around us.
The water was cold as we stepped into the shower, a stark contrast to the heat we'd just shared. She turned the knob, and the jets spurted to life, the water warming quickly. We stepped under the spray, and I couldn't help but admire her body anew; the curves, the way the water droplets traced a path down her skin. She caught me looking and smirked, reaching for the soap.
Our eyes met, and in that moment, I knew what she was thinking before she even moved. She lathered the soap in her hands and began to wash herself, her touch lingering on her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. My cock grew hard again, begging for attention.
Julie looked up at me, a challenge in her eyes. She reached out and grabbed it, her hand moving up and down with a gentle pressure that made me gasp. "Is this what you want?" she whispered, her voice echoing in the tiled room.
I nodded, unable to form coherent words. She dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving mine, and took me into her mouth again. The water cascaded down her back as she worked me, her tongue swirling around the tip, her teeth grazing my shaft. I leaned against the wall, bracing myself as the pleasure grew.
But it was when she stood up and turned around, pressing her bottom against me, that things really escalated. She reached back and grabbed my hand, guiding it to her pussy. She was already wet, and I couldn't resist the temptation to slip a finger inside her. She moaned, pushing back against me as I explored her depths.
With a sudden surge of need, I pushed into her from behind, the water making us slick and easy to move. She was tight, so tight, and the sensation was just as overwhelming as before. We found a rhythm, our bodies moving together. The sound of the shower muffled our moans, as if there was anyone that could hear.
We climaxed together, our cries of pleasure mixing with the sound of the water. For a brief moment, we were lost in each other, the world outside forgotten again.
But as the water washed away the evidence of our tryst, the weight of what we'd done grew heavier. We stepped out of the shower, towelled off, and tried to pretend it was just another day. But every touch, every glance, every shared silence was charged with the electricity of our forbidden love.
As we made our way back downstairs, I couldn't help but wonder what today would hold. Would we be able to keep our secret, or would the weight of our transgression crush us? Only time would tell.
The house was too quiet. We settled into the living room, the TV playing something mindless in the background. Our eyes kept drifting to each other, our thoughts a tangle of lust and guilt.
The day passed in a blur of awkward glances and forced smiles. We both knew we were playing a dangerous game, but we couldn't seem to find the will to stop.
But even as we revelled in our newfound intimacy, there was an underlying fear that we couldn't ignore. The fear of discovery, the fear of losing what we had found. But for now, being safely alone, we pushed those fears aside, focusing instead on the love that burned so hot between us.