Jake pushed me back against the futon, moving his lips down my body with an agonizing slowness that made my breath come in short and shallow bursts. When he reached my lace-covered mound, he breathed in deeply, inhaling my scent through the soaking wet fabric.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was thinking that I should be embarrassed by the very erotic gesture. But I was so aroused that all sense of modesty was gone.
Hooking his fingers around the thin lace, he pulled my panties down, exposing my glistening pussy to his gaze. “Fuck, Krista, you’re so hot,” he said, his voice dripping with admiration, “and so wet.”
“I’m hot for you, Jake. I’m wet for you.” And I was, drenched with shameless need.
When Jake slipped a finger between my dripping folds, my hips bucked in sensual surprise. I had touched myself down there before, but it never felt like this, like bolts of amazing energy coursing through my body. He stroked me slyly at first, before delving deeper between the dewy petals of my pussy lips to dance exquisitely across clit.
“Open for me,” he begged, and I parted my knees.
He leaned forward and tasted me with his mouth. And in that moment, I knew what heaven on earth felt like.
I trembled with desire as his tongue traced teasing circles around my firm bud. When he slipped a finger into my virgin hole, a throaty moan escaped my lips as he stroked my slick channel, slowly at first and then with greater urgency, moving in and out while his tongue flickered over my clit, again and again and again.
A strange tension was building in my body, causing every muscle to go taut. I had never had an orgasm before and didn’t understand what was happening. All I knew is that I was becoming frantic for some kind of release.
“Please!” I cried, a plea for something, but I knew not what.
“Come for me, baby,” Jake somehow managed to say without moving his mouth from my burning clit. “I can feel how close you are.”
The tension in my body kept building, a painful pleasure that was taking me higher and higher until it was almost unbearable. My toes dug into the futon and my hands gripped the bedding, white knuckles sitting atop clenched fists. I screamed Jake’s name when my body finally reached its intended crest, exploding in wave after wave of ecstasy as I experienced my very first orgasm.
My release seemed to last forever, my tight channel pulsing on Jake’s finger as it gushed fresh juices that drenched his hand and mouth. As the waves subsided, he licked the moisture from my folds before emerging from between my legs, the look on his face nearly as satisfied as the one on my own.
“You liked that, didn’t you,” he said and I laughed while covering my flushed face. “Don’t be embarrassed, sis. That was awesome.”
“It was pretty awesome,” I said, pulling him toward me for a kiss. I could smell my sex on him now, which made me want to taste him as well. It was my turn to push him down on the futon.
He seemed to know what I planned to do next. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I want to,” I said, pulling his boxers down his slim hips, just like he had done with my panties.
His fully erect rod sprung forth, hard and hot and begging for attention. I had never seen a cock up close and personal like this and had certainly never taken one in my mouth. But the thought of pleasuring Jake in the same way he had pleasured me was arousing.
His smooth shaft was long and thick, with a bulging head that oozed pre-cum. I flicked my tongue over the spongy tip, scooping up the fluid that had gathered there and drawing it into my mouth. The move seemed to surprise Jake because I heard his sharp intake of breath.
Tentatively, I reached out and curled my fingers around his rigid shaft, sliding my hand up and down when I realized the skin was somewhat moveable over the firmness underneath.
Unsure of what, exactly, to do, I needed a morsel of reassurance. “Is this okay?”
“Oh yeah,” Jake groaned, “very okay.”
I was mesmerized by his manhood. I had seen him naked when we were kids. But the soft state of his youth was nothing like the hard, glorious site before me. With a naughty look in my eyes, I began licking his tip like an ice cream cone, letting my saliva drip down his shaft in a trail of natural lubrication that helped my hand slide sensually up and down his rod.
When I took him into my mouth, I gagged on his size. “Breathe through your nose and relax your throat,” he instructed, placing a hand on the back of my head to urge me further down his shaft. His instructions helped and I quickly found my rhythm, stroking him simultaneously with my hand and mouth while he thrust forward to deepen the penetration down my throat.
Trying something different, I licked Jake’s balls, gently sucking one and then the other into my mouth, just like he had done with my nipples. The guttural sounds of his labored breath told me that he liked what I was doing and I smiled around his manly jewels.
Moving back to his shaft, I took him fully down my throat, devouring his meat and squeezing his balls as I bobbed up and down, matching the pace of his frenzied, thrusting hips. It wasn’t long before Jake stiffened and yelled, “I’m coming!”
I think he was trying to warn me so I could avoid getting a mouthful of his seed. Instead, I plunged down further, until my lips closed around the very base of his thick cock. He exploded then, filling my mouth and coating my throat in bursts of warm, milky fluid.
When his rod was spent, I flopped down beside him on the futon. “Christ, sis, where the hell did you learn how to do that?” Jake’s eyes were closed and his breathing was labored.
“No where,” I said. “Guess I’m just a natural at this sex thing.”
“Shit. We haven’t even gotten to the real sex stuff yet.” I looked over at Jake and saw a boyish grin on his face, which made me smile in return, even though he couldn’t see it.
“You’re right. So far, I’m still a virgin.”
He opened his eyes and looked my way. “Give me a minute to catch my breath and I’ll be happy to take care of that for you.”
It was actually more like five minutes before Jake’s cock roared back to life. Reaching over, he pulled me roughly against his chest, kissing me with an urgency he hadn’t displayed before. Once again, his mouth closed around my breasts, which responded even more quickly this time, now that they knew what to expect.
I arched my back, pressing against him, rubbing against his erect shaft. “Touch me,” I pleaded with wanton abandon, “touch me down there.”
His knowing fingers slipped inside my still-slick folds, rubbing my swollen clit as I pumped on his cock with my hand. Our faces were flushed, hot from the fire and the foreplay as we frantically pleasured each other with our hands. Our mouths ground against each other, our tongues darting in and out, mimicking the sex act we were about to perform.
The now-familiar tension began building in my loins. This time, I knew what the feeling meant. Anticipating the immense pleasure that would soon be mine, my body released a new rush of lubrication that coated Jake’s nimble fingers and told him that my virgin pussy was ready to be claimed.
“I don’t think I can hold out much longer, sis. Last chance to chicken out.”
“Not this time, Jake. I’m not afraid.”
“We’re gonna have to do this bareback; I don’t have protection.” Jake’s voice was laced with hesitation. “If something happens, I promise to do right by you . . .”
“Shhh.” I put my finger to his lips. “We might not even survive this snowstorm, Jake. I don’t want to worry about what might happen tomorrow or nine months from now. I just want to feel what it’s like to have you inside me tonight, to have you come inside me.”
That seemed to be all the assurance he needed. He guided his engorged cock toward my opening, sliding the rounded tip in first. “I’ll try not to hurt you, Krista,” he said, before pushing against my body’s resistance and easing his entire manhood into my tight, virgin channel.
The feeling wasn’t painful, exactly. More like a sensation of full
ness and of being stretched beyond capacity. “Try and relax, baby,” Jake coaxed with a ragged voice.
After willing myself to take his advice, the full sensation remained, but the stretched feeling gave way to something warmer and more inviting. Jake must have felt the shift because he began moving his cock in and out of my pussy, stroking the slick channel until it got even slicker.
“You doing okay?” he asked. I nodded, unable to trust my voice. That was all the permission he needed to begin fucking me in earnest, our sweat-covered bodies slapping together, shattering the silence of the secluded cabin.
Each time he withdrew, and rammed into me again, I got wetter and wetter, soaking both of us with my virgin juices. He lifted my legs to deepen his penetration, burying himself to the hilt with each forceful thrust, his balls slamming against the pucker of my ass.
No longer content to simply receive Jake’s thrusts, I began meeting him with my own, our bodies connecting so deeply that it felt like we were nearly one. Whimpering with pleasure, I squirmed and gyrated, successfully increasing the friction against my clit.
When I felt the first stirrings of another orgasm, I ground my body against Jake with abandon, taking as much pleasure as I was giving. When it arrived, my orgasm was an earth-shattering explosion, stronger and longer than my first.
As my body shook and my channel clamped around Jake’s cock, he continued to push into me, deeper, harder, faster, until he finally found his own release, filling my juicy virgin well with his seed as it spilled forth from his rod in spurt after spurt after spurt. His semen filled me completely, coating the walls of my channel and the opening to my womb. He slowed his pace then, pulling out when his cock was completely spent.
In the back of my mind, I knew I could be pregnant. And part of me wanted that with all my might! Conceiving Jake’s child seemed to be the most natural conclusion to our act of love.
As the aftermath of our orgasms wanted, we snuggled on the futon, watching the fire as Jake’s soft cock rested against the crack of my ass. “Thank you, Jake,” I said with all seriousness. “You’re the best brother a girl could ever have.”
He nuzzled my neck before replying. “You’re welcome, sis. I think you’re pretty great, too.”
Watching the flickering flames, we drifted off to sleep. But I couldn’t help thinking that, if we did die in the snowstorm, it would be okay. Tonight, my young life somehow felt complete.
Chapter 4
The next morning, I woke up in Jake’s arms. He stirred beside me, drawing me close and touching his lips tenderly to mine.
“Morning, sis. Ready for another round?” His hand cupped my breast, which responded instantly to his touch.
“I guess I am,” I smiled. But just as we were about to get busy, we heard pounding at the door.
“Anybody in there?” a loud voice called out.
“Yeah!” Jake called back. “Give us a second.” We scrambled into our now-dry clothes and opened the door to a park ranger. Stomping the snow off his boots, he entered the cabin without an invitation.
“Saw your chimney smoke and thought you could use a little help,” he said, looking around the small room and coming to his own conclusions. “I’m Ranger Davis and this here cabin belongs to a hunter friend of mine. I like to keep an eye on things.”
“We got caught in the snowstorm with a dead battery,” Jake explained. “This was the only shelter we could find.”
“That your Jeep down the way?” We both nodded. “I’ll give you kids a few minutes to straighten up, then we can give ‘er a jump so you two can get on home. I’ll wait for you outside.”
We scurried around, trying to put things back how we originally found them and trying not to laugh at almost being caught having sex.
With the Ranger’s help, Jake’s Jeep was started in no time. “Thank you for your help, Ranger Davis,” I said when we were ready to take off. “We sure are lucky you came along when you did.”
“I’m happy to be of assistance, miss.”
Jake took out his wallet and handed the ranger two twenty-dollar bills. “Would you mind passing this along to your hunter friend for us as a thank you?”
The ranger took the money, looking pleasantly surprised. “I certainly will.”
“Thanks again,” I said, tugging Jake’s arm to move him along. When we were buckled up and ready to head down the trail, I rolled down my window and smiled sweetly. “One more thing, Ranger Davis. You might want to let your hunter friend know that he needs a new bottle of whiskey.”
“I’ll certainly do that,” Ranger Davis said with a tip of his hat and an almost-smile on his face.
***
Two days later, it was time for Jake to head back to school. We drove to the airport in silence; even the music was turned off. Getting stranded in the snow had changed everything.
“Aren’t you going to park?” I asked when Jake pulled up to the passenger drop-off area.
“Naw, I think it’ll be easier this way.” He was probably right, but I had hoped to stay with him as long as possible.
We got out and he handed me the keys to his Jeep. “Try to get her home in one piece, okay?” He was grinning from ear to ear but all I could manage was a weak smile in return.
“I’ll do my best,” I said, biting my lip so I wouldn’t cry.
He hugged me then and I threw my arms around his neck. “I don’t want you to go.”
“I’ll be back for spring break and I’ll make sure we have lots of time to spend together.”
I felt Jake’s erection stir against my abdomen again. But instead of pushing him away in disgust this time, I pressed my body against him. “Promise?” I asked.
“Promise,” he whispered against my neck. He broke our embrace and my eyes traveled down to the front of his jeans. Even though they were loose and baggy, I could still see the outline of his arousal.
I smiled then. Not the smile of a silly little sister who idolizes her bother. But the smile of a young woman who had shared the most intimate act possible with the man she loves.
Catching his gaze with mine, heat stared back at me and I knew that Jake had been changed by our experience, too. “I’ll be waiting,” I finally said.
Then, he kissed my cheek, picked up his bag and disappeared inside the terminal. Jumping in the Jeep, I buckled up, turned the key in the ignition and cranked the stereo up. No matter what happened when my brother returned in the spring, one thing was certain: I would always have the memory of my first time with Jake.
-END-
About the Author: Lydia Litt
Lydia Litt is an author of erotica and romance. Her sexy stories combine delicious descriptions of erotic encounters with intriguing characters and great storytelling to transport her readers to fictional worlds dominated by steamy situations. Connect with Lydia at lydialitterotica (at) gmail.com.
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