Best Friend’s Li’l Sis

by Kaylee, Katy

  Amber ran her hands over her shoulders moving her straps down her arms. She let her breasts spill out the top and ran her palm over her nipples. She moaned softly into the phone before twisting her fingers around her hard bullets. “Yeah? And then what, baby.”

  She could hear him breathing more heavily as he continued. “Then I would bring my lips up to your face and swirl my tongue around in your mouth as I pressed my cock along the outside of your wet panties. Grinding up and down over your clit, I would wait until my boxers were soaking wet from you before taking them off.”

  Amber rubbed her knuckles over her clit on the outside of her fabric shorts. She groaned into the phone, feeling the heat rising in her belly. “I would grab that big cock and pull it up to my face.”

  “Mmm,” Logan groaned, smacking sounds begin to pick up speed on the other line.

  Amber licked her lips as she rubbed her tits. “I would turn to the side so you could fuck me with your big thick fingers while I slowly pushed your cock way down into my throat. My tongue would swish back and forth, and my teeth would gently rake along the shaft. Mmm, it tastes so good.”

  By that point, Logan was panting. “While you did that I would push your panties to the side and rub two fingers down through your juices and then thrust them into you. I want you to do what I’m saying right now. Take those panties and slid them down to your ankles. Then take two of your fingers and thrust them into your pussy.”

  Amber pulled her panties down to her ankles and rubbed them down through her folds, moaning into Logan’s ear. She took two fingers and pushed them inside, letting out a gasp. “Yes, baby, and all the while I am bobbing my head up and down on your cock fast and hard.”

  Logan growled low. “Fuck yeah. Now start pushing those two fingers in and out of you over and over again, wiggling the tips when you are in there deep.”

  Amber pulled her knees out to the side and began to finger herself fast and hard. She could hear Logan jacking his cock to the same beat that her pussy made. “Oh, fuck yes, baby. Fuck me with that big cock.”

  “You want this cock?”

  Amber pulled her fingers out and stuck them in her mouth, making sure that he could hear the sucking noise. “Yes, baby please give me that cock. Fill me up. Fuck me hard.”

  The slapping on the other end got faster and it made Amber ready to ride him all night long. Jordan groaned, and she could tell that he wanted it just as badly as she did. “Turn over on your knees and reach between your legs.”

  Amber quickly turned over and got on all fours, the panties still around her ankles. “Now what baby? You gonna fuck me hard?”

  “Oh yeah, just how you want it. Now rub three fingers through your pussy and push them as far into you as you possibly can. Push them in and out over and over again, and picture my big hard cock slapping you from behind. Feel my body slamming into your round perfect ass.”

  Amber screamed into the bed as she cupped her hand and used three fingers to fuck herself. She could picture him behind her, holding onto her waist, thrusting in and out over and over again. She could feel his skin slamming against hers, and his hand reaching around, rubbing her clit as hard as he could. She breathed heavily into the phone, small whimpers and moans escaping her throat.

  She turned her head toward the phone and pressed speaker, not giving two shits at that point. “You picturing fucking me right now, baby? Feeling my wet pussy wrapped around that big cock?”

  “Oh yeah. Now fuck yourself faster. I want to make you cum all over that pretty little bed of yours.”

  Amber moved her hand faster and faster, moaning quietly into the phone. She could hear him beating it harder as she felt the heat bubbling up in her stomach. She pulled her thumb around and rubbed her clit over and over again. “I’m gonna cum, baby. Oh god, yes.”

  Logan groaned loudly. “Yeah baby let me hear you come. Fuck yes.”

  With those words Amber let out a squeal, pushing her mouth into the bed. She moaned over and over as her pussy squeezed hard against her fingers. On the other line Jason groaned hard, jacking it faster and faster.

  “Oh fuck!” he shouted as he exploded, grunting into the speaker.

  They both laid there in silence for several minutes, gathering themselves. Amber pulled her fingers out and pulled up her panties, putting her shorts back on over top. She wiped her hands on a tissue and took the phone off speaker. When she put it to her ear, she could hear Logan breathing. “You still alive over there?”

  He growled. “Barely. That was fucking amazing. Not as good as the real thing, of course, but definitely amazing.”

  Amber smiled and leaned back against her pillows. “I would have to agree. It’s so hot hearing you jack off.”

  “Yeah? I’ll have to do it a bit in front of you, see if it turns you on.”

  Amber giggled. “Stop it, or you’re gonna make me start touching myself again.”

  Logan chuckled. “Would that be such a terrible thing?”

  “I might pass out before we end this conversation if you keep getting me off like that. I wish you were here, though. I want to wrap my arms around you.”

  Logan sighed into the phone. “I wish I was too, baby. I’ll be back soon, and we can start making plans for the future, you know? Things could really turn out well for us. I was even thinking of getting a place of my own in case you wanted to spend the night or just come over and jump me.”

  Amber laughed. “I like the sound of that. Though I would miss having you down the hall from me. It would be better if I could sneak in there at night and fuck you before going back to my room.”

  “It probably would work, with the way everyone in your family sleeps. But holy shit, if we got caught... I would be out on the streets.”

  Amber laid down and turned on her side, letting out a yawn. “Tell me about your favorite things.”

  “Like what?” Logan asked.

  “Like your favorite color, food, movie, anything really,” she replied.

  Logan thought for a moment. “Okay, my favorite color is blue, my favorite food is spaghetti, and my favorite movie would have to be The Patriot.”

  Amber wrinkled her nose. “He ends up with his dead wife’s sister. It’s weird.”

  Logan snorted. “Yeah, but she’s dead, so its not that weird. I guess you can’t help who you fall in love with.”

  Amber rolled her eyes. “I am really glad that I don’t have a sister right now.”

  Logan let out a deep breath. “Yeah, you know, just not enough of me to go around.”

  “You are ridiculous,” she laughed.

  They sat on the phone talking about anything and everything for several hours. In fact, neither of them ever actually hung up the phone. They both fell asleep with the other soundly in their ear. It was the best they could do with the circumstances they had been given.

  Logan

  “I still hate flying, after all these years,” Jordan said, watching the planes taxiing through the large glass panels in front of them.

  Logan smiled, flipping through a magazine with his feet resting on his suitcase. “Well, when it’s your time, it’s your time. Going down in a plane can’t be the worst way to die. You pretty much evaporate when you hit the ground. Unless the pilot slows us down, then it could get painful.”

  Jordan slowly turned his head toward Logan and snatched the magazine from his hands. “You are not being at all helpful right now.”

  Logan reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone to play a game. “Hey, you’re the one who insisted we get here three hours early. Now you get to watch your death come to fruition as it pulls up to the gate.”

  Jordan shook his head. “I didn’t think that it would only take an hour to look over all the work we did. We’ve got twenty minutes until the flight boards. I’m going to grab a coffee and a Danish. You want anything?”

  Logan shook his head, trying to kill birds on his phone. “No thanks. Don’t be late, I won’t have them hold the plane for you.”
r />   Jordan scoffed as he put his suitcase in his seat and turned. “Thanks, you’re a real pal.”

  Logan chuckled to himself as he pressed the screen over and over. Suddenly, mid shot, the screen changed to a number that Logan didn’t recognize. It wasn’t a California area code at all. He thought about it for a second and then slid his finger across the screen, answering. “This is Logan.”

  “Good afternoon, Logan. This is Helen Alderson from the human resources department at Bloomberg in New York.”

  Logan sat up quickly and straightened his shoulders. This was the tech company that he had interviewed for at the end of his senior year. This was the company that was the key to his success in his own business. “Yes, Ms. Alderson, it’s good to hear from you.”

  She had a pleasant tone to her voice. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

  Logan looked around. “Nope, just waiting to take a plane from Colorado back home to Los Angeles.”

  “I love Colorado, it’s so beautiful. We always try to take a trip out there during ski weather,” she replied.

  Logan rolled his eyes, knowing she was one of the typical tourists that clogged up the slopes. “Yeah, it’s great. My family has a condo out here, so I spent a lot of time on the slopes when I was a teenager. Anyway, how can I help you.”

  “Well, I was calling to let you know that we decided to offer you our paid internship at the company. Are you still interested in the position? I know you interviewed back during the winter.”

  Logan was shocked. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. He didn’t even think, he just answered. “Yes, of course I am. That’s fantastic.”

  The sound of typing could be heard from her end. “Fantastic. I am sending an intake package to you through your email right now. When you get home, look over everything, and if you have any questions just let us know!”

  Logan looked up as his plane stopped at the terminal. “Thank you so much. I will definitely do that. Have a wonderful day.”

  “You too.”

  Logan hung up the call and lowered his phone staring at the screen. A huge smile went across his face and he pumped his fist. Jordan walked up beside him with a coffee in his hand and a Danish in his mouth. “What’s up? You look like you won the lottery.”

  Over the loudspeaker the voice called for all first-class passengers to board the plane. Logan gave Jordan his ticket. “I’ll tell you once we’re in our seats.”

  They made their way onto the plane, putting their luggage in the overhead and taking their seats. Logan always took the window seat and Jordan just hung on tightly even before the plane left the ground. This time though, Jordan was too curious as to what was going on to really hold on to anything. “So, what is this cheerfulness? I was gone for like five minutes.”

  Logan took in a deep breath. “So, Bloomberg just called me, and I got the internship.”

  Jordan grabbed his arm. “That’s fucking awesome dude. Congrats!”

  Logan nodded. “Thanks, but here’s the problem. I take the job and that is it with me and this girl. Long distance isn’t really viable. Even on the same coast we will be hours apart from each other.”

  Jordan put his hand up stopping him in his tracks. “Stop, stop, stop. This is the answer to all your hard work in college and all of your dreams of making a company for yourself a reality. There will be a ton of girls out there. Don’t make a decision on your future based on one girl. If it's really true, what you two have, things will work themselves out. Right now, you need to be focused on the opportunities that are ahead of you.”

  Logan agreed, kind of. “Right, lots of other girls.”

  Jordan smiled. “This is awesome news, bro. I’ll order us some drinks to celebrate.”

  Logan told Jordan that he agreed but deep down, he had no idea what he was going to do. He cared deeply for Amber and she had just given up Yale for him. He couldn’t just pick up and run to the other side of the country. At the same time, this was his answer; it was exactly what he needed to start fitting the puzzle pieces together. He didn’t know if he could just shut it down like that.

  Jordan handed him a beer and cheered. “To the future, bro.”

  Logan tapped his cup to Jordan’s. “To the future. Hey, do me a favor and keep this between us for now.”

  Jordan understood. “Yeah, of course, man. This is your news to tell how you want to. I won’t stand in your way. Just, such great shit man.”

  Logan sat back in his chair and looked out the window as the plane started down the runway. His mind was completely shattered. He didn’t know what to think. He cared so much for Amber and she had given up her dream for him. But how was he ever supposed to be the man she deserved if he didn’t take the opportunities to build his future? It was frustrating, to say the least. Everything always ended up being so damn complicated.

  He drifted through the rest of the flight with Amber on his mind, his anxiety building and building. When they landed they collected their bags and headed out to the street to catch a cab. They climbed inside and Jordan gave the home address.

  “Actually, can you drop me at Sixth at the Whole-Body Gym?” Logan asked.

  Jordan looked at him strange. “Working out already?”

  “I need to clear my head. Just got so much rattling around up there. It’s hard to concentrate.”

  The cab dropped him off at the gym and he went inside, changing his clothes and jumping straight on the treadmill. He put the incline to max and took off at a sprint. He ran and ran, trying to get his brain to work things out. It almost always worked, but this time, he just felt worse the more he climbed. After about thirty minutes and a gallon of sweat, he slowed it down to a walk and dropped the incline. Working out wasn’t working, but at the same time, Logan wasn’t ready to go home and face Amber just yet. He didn’t know how he could look her in the eye knowing that he had agreed to leave her.

  He stopped the treadmill and wiped off the equipment, realizing that working himself into a coma wasn’t the answer. He didn’t know how to handle telling her the news, but in the end, he was going to have to. She deserved to know so that she could make her own decisions on life not based on where he was. Maybe they could work something out, and maybe they couldn’t, but Jordan was right; this was his chance to start his life and build the business he had promised himself he always would. Any other time in his life this would have felt like winning the lottery or finding the genie in a bottle, but at that moment, it was nothing but heartbreak.

  Logan grabbed a cab and headed back to the house. When he got inside no one was downstairs, so he headed up to take a shower. As he passed by Amber’s room, he noticed the door was open and her light was off. Apparently, she wasn’t even home to tell. It was a bit of relief, but something he knew wouldn’t linger. Eventually, he was going to have to face her, and blowing her off would only cause her more pain.

  When Logan walked into his room, he dropped his bags on the floor and sat down on the side of his bed. He took off his shoes and rubbed his hands over his face, just wanting his brain to be calm and quiet for at least a moment. He looked around , then opened the top drawer of his side table, pulling out his journal. It was old and faded. He had started using it the day his parents died. He didn’t write in it every day or even every week, but when things were really heavy, good and bad, he would pull it out to get the thoughts out of his brain.

  He sat back on his bed, resting against the headboard, and opened up to a blank page. As soon as the pen hit the paper he started writing, talking about the internship and what it would mean for his future. He wrote down his concerns, and his conversation with Jordan. Then it hit him, he knew what he needed to do. It felt like the coward’s way out, but facing his entire family and saying goodbye, he just didn’t feel like he was strong enough to do it. In the end he knew they would understand but, in the moment, they would be hurt.

  His plan was simple; the day his flight was booked, he would gather up his things while everyone was sleeping and lea
ve without anyone knowing he was going. That way he wouldn’t have to deal with the repercussions of dipping out, and he wouldn’t have to see the hurt written all over Amber’s face. He wouldn’t have to feel the sting of her pain vibrating through his chest. He already knew no matter how he handled it, telling her or not, she was going to be devastated. He knew his own heart was going to be broken into a thousand pieces.

  It wasn’t that he didn’t want Amber in his life; he couldn’t imagine his life without her. It was the fact that this opportunity was the key to him having a future. Amber would succeed whether she went to Yale or the community college. She was smart, dedicated, and came from an affluent family. No matter how much he loved the Stark family, he wasn’t one of them when it came to the nitty gritty. He was an orphan, a man without parents, and he was going to have to do everything he could to make it on his own.

  All that Logan could hope was that he was making the right decision and that some day, Amber would be back in his arms. He knew that was a very small possibility after he dipped out on her, but it was the only way he knew how to handle it. His life had to move forward, or he would be stuck in the movie industry for the rest of his life and never become the man he was supposed to be.

  Amber

  Amber stared out the window of her mom’s SUV as it raced down the highway. They were going to visit her mother’s childhood friend, Elise Crenshaw, who just happened to be the head of admissions for UCLA. They had pulled some strings and got her late application accepted and pulled her in for an interview. It was definitely not a college on her list, but it was a good school and it would keep her close to Logan and the rest of her family.

  She watched the buildings pass by outside and the kids running along, enjoying their summer. She wished for just a moment that things could go back to as simple as they were when she was that age. She wished it was all still simple, but she lived in the real world, and life always had ups and downs. For Amber, Logan was enough of an up to change everything she had planned for.