Keryn smiled back. "Thank you." She began to walk slowly toward him, and used her fingers to push the spaghetti straps off each of her shoulders. The dress slid down her body and came to rest on the floor. She stepped smoothly out of it and stood close in front of him. The graceful lines of her body drew his eyes downward, over the roundness of her breasts and along the curves of her belly and waist to her hips and the nexus at her groin, the neatly trimmed tuft of hair crowning her sex.
They was only a foot apart, but they paused, smiling awkwardly, unsure of how to proceed. She giggled and extended her hand, touching his waist. She was looking down now, looking at his cock. He mirrored her, touching her waist, then sliding his hand up and down, up her side near her breast, then down to her hip. His hand lingered there, lightly gripping her hip, and he gently pulled her toward him, using his other hand to raise her chin, bringing her lips to his.
They kissed, their mouths opening to each other, and their bodies slid in close against each other. His cock, raising at the intimate contact, slid upward along her inner thigh, nestling into her crotch.
"Oh, hello," she said, squeezing her thighs gently together.
"This is weird," he said, grinning as he kissed her face.
She hugged him close, pressing her breasts to his chest. She rolled her head back to the side, allowing him to kiss her neck. "Do you want to stop?"
He paused. "No."
Keryn slid a hand down his back to touch his bare ass. "Okay. Then let's not dwell on how weird it is."
"Sorry."
"Let's not say sorry." She took him by the waist and moved him so his back was against the wall. She kissed his lips, his neck, and then slowly slid downward, her breasts and nipples rubbing against him as she lowered herself to her knees. Her body pressed his fully hardened cock down until it was level with her breasts, and then she leaned back to allow it to pop up in front of her face.
"Well, hello for real!" she giggled, taking it in her hand. He groaned and leaned back as she stroked her hand up and down his shaft, taking measure of him, getting to know his shape and size. "Beautiful," she said, slowly jerking him.
"Good genes," he quipped.
"Shut up," she replied, and took the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking gently and slowly drawing it out between her pouting lips.
"Oh fuck," he gasped. He looked down and she looked up at him, their eyes meeting as she took him in her mouth again, slowly taking his cock in and drawing it out, sliding it across her tongue, her eyes daring him, her mouth enticing him.
"You're so beautiful," he moaned. "So fucking beautiful."
She giggled. "You're a sweet-talker when you're getting your cock sucked."
"Don't talk dirty," he said.
She smiled and put her lips back on him, sucking his cock, sucking it deep into her mouth, drawing him in and out.
"Oh god," he said. "Where do we go? The couch?"
"My bed," she said. "Let's go."
Keryn stood up and took him by the hand, leading him into her darkened bedroom. The blinds let in some light from the street, and she climbed onto her bed. She felt his hand on her, catching her by the waist. She was on all fours, and suddenly he was taking control, positioning her, directing her.
C.J. moved her to the middle of the bed and had her stay on all fours, her knees apart. He got behind her, his hands on her hips, his lips suddenly kissing her bottom, kissing the cheeks of her ass. His hands roamed over her hips and bum, touching her, feeling her.
Gradually he moved toward the center, and Keryn pushed her ass up with agitated anticipation. He lowered himself and put his mouth to her pussy, licking her from her clit all the way back to her perineum, slowly kissing his way up the sensitive skin between her pussy and ass. She squealed and ground her ass against his face, pushing her own face down into the blankets.
He grinned and licked her again, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue and finally rolling her over. She spread her legs wide for him and he sank down between them, putting his mouth on her, tasting her, covering her clit with his mouth and licking, sucking, sucking the fleshy top of her pussy in, drawing her clit out, making her gasp.
"Oh!" she cried out as her sucked on her clit. Keryn held him by the head, holding him tightly over her clit as he licked and sucked at her.
She was so excited that it didn't take long to build. The motion of his tongue over her ultra-sensitive bud was enough to bring forth the orgasm that had been slowly welling up inside her since they danced at the bar. It was there, waiting for release, and he did the trick with his mouth working on her pussy.
It built from deep within her stomach, her pussy tingling, her whole body becoming electric as the tingles spread out and the massive orgasmic pulses pushed through her, her entire self becoming a great beating heart of pleasure, the waves moving through her limbs, her head, her heart and mind, all squeezing and crying out with joy in a single voice.
At last the grip of the orgasm released her and she fell back, flat on the bed, all of her tensed muscles relaxed as the endorphins pumped through her body. "Fuck me, C.J.," she breathed. "Fuck me now."
He didn't hesitate, and moved over top of her, guiding the head of his cock to the opening of her pussy. She was slick, and he moved the head up his cock up and down along the folds of her wet vagina for lubrication before he started to press forward. He gently broke in, entering her, making her gasp. She wrapped her arms around her, hugging him tightly as he pushed, penetrating with short, smooth, in and out thrusts, slowly stretching her pussy.
She was tight, and his cock was thicker than she was used to. She spread her legs as wide as she could, biting her lip and groaning as he patiently worked his way in, finally getting his full length deep inside so he could begin to rock his hips, finally fucking her properly.
Keryn moaned and groaned as he worked on top of her, the pain of his big cock stretching her pussy offset by the pleasure of it. As he worked, his cock gradually became more slick with her juice and he was able to slide in and out more easily, letting her focus on the pleasure instead of the discomfort.
She opened her eyes. There, above her in the semi-darkness of her bedroom, he was there, looking down on her, his eyes serious with effort, but almost sparkling with love. She touched his cheek and he smiled. She could feel his cock inside her, hammering solidly into her wet pussy, but they were connecting through the eyes.
She wondered who the man was that was making love to her. There didn't seem to be a connection between this C.J., this grown man, and the brat who drove her crazy as a child.
He pressed his lips over hers, and their eyes closed. Their bodies were flowing together, sliding to a rhythm, his powerful legs thrusting his body forward against her, carrying her along with him as his cock slid deep inside her. He broke the kiss, his breath becoming ragged. "Oh god, Keryn," he breathed.
"Fuck me," she moaned. "Just fuck me."
"What should I do?"
"Just keep fucking me."
"I mean, where should I..."
She closed her eyes and rolled her head back, trying to tune out the logistics of the situation. "I'm on the pill," she said, trying to focus on the second orgasm she knew was beginning to rise. "You can come inside me."
"I..." he started, then paused as he continued to stroke away. "I don't know if I can."
"Pull out then," she said. "Just don't worry about it."
He suddenly stopped and adjusted his position, sitting up and rolling her onto her side. She obeyed his directions and swung her leg across so that he could take her on the side, his cock cutting in deep. She moaned at how deep he was going, but in the new position he was hitting her g-spot, sliding along the sensitive spot inside.
C.J. put a hand on her breast and massaged her, feeling and squeezing her swollen tit, rubbing his thumb against her hard nipple. "Fuck," she moaned, reached down to massage her clit. The orgasm was coming, and touching herself brought it forth even faster. She squeezed her eyes shut and con
centrated on the feelings: his hand on her breast, his cock sliding deep inside of her, his body pushing against hers, her fingers on her clit and...
She came, a deep, shuddering come, the orgasm was different from the earlier one. The first was all tingles and electricity, and the second one was a force, like thunderclaps pounding out from her pussy through her body. Every muscle tightened, everything locked, and she gasped, "Oh, oh, uh, uh, ohhhhhh."
C.J. suddenly sped up, hammering away, and then he pulled out of her and came, shooting his come across her body. It spattered across her side, her belly, her breasts, all the way up to her neck, with the last drops dribbling onto her hip as C.J. panted and gasped, his head rolling.
He flopped down on his side next to her. They looked at each other.
"Holy shit," she said, then giggled and reached over to touch him on the cheek. "We're a mess."
"We really are." He closed his eyes tight for a moment, then sat up. "Can I grab you a towel or something?"
"Take something from the clothes hamper," she said. He stood up, found the hamper in the dark, and brought her a towel. She took it and quickly cleaned herself up, then tossed the towel back at the hamper.
C.J. lay back down next to her. He reached over and cupped her breast in his hand, gently squeezing and caressing it. "What now?" he said softly.
"I don't know," she said. She was enjoying watching him play with her body. "But I think we're a little fucked up."
"Do you think we're crazy or something?" he asked. "Like, is there something really wrong with us?"
"I don't know. But it seems strange that we'd both go crazy in the same way at the same time, doesn't it?"
"I guess." He looked her in the eye. "But I think you're right. I think we're fucked."
She rolled on her back and stared into the darkness. She knew whatever trouble they were getting into had only just begun.
Chapter Eight: My Sister's Perfect Ass
Smoke drifted up from the tip of Keryn's cigarette, creating a smoggy blue fug around the ceiling of her bedroom. She knew she shouldn't be smoking in there. If she kept it up, pretty soon the stink would seep into every inch of her closet and drawers, and everything she owned would smell like cigarette smoke. It was a stupid thing to do, but bad decisions seemed to be her specialty at the moment.
She was naked, lying on her side in bed. The ashtray was on her nightstand, within easy reach. Nestled tightly behind her, also naked, was her brother C.J., his exhausted cock pressed against the back of her thighs. He held his sister's breast, his face snuggled against the back of her neck. She took a drag on the cigarette and exhaled. They watched the smoke drift up and collect in the dim corners. It was late Saturday afternoon, and the blinds were shut.
C.J. took his hand from her breast and plucked the cigarette from between her fingers, bringing it to his own lips. He took a drag, blew out, and gave it back to her.
They hadn't spoken in some time.
They'd made love for the first time the night before. It had been traumatic and confusing, but an ecstatic experience which neither of them could have possibly anticipated before C.J. came to stay with her. After all, they hadn't seen each other once since they were in middle school, and at that time they couldn't stand each other. Yet somehow they'd each felt a magnetic pull, and in less than two weeks time they'd found themselves locked in a lover's embrace, fucking with wild abandon. Then after coming, and after a long period of languid caresses, they'd eventually slept, tangled together on Keryn's bed.
In the morning Keryn found C.J.'s cock, and it took only the slightest contact to tease him to a rock-hard erection. She'd quickly put him in her mouth to moisten him and then mounted, climbing on top of her brother and riding him to orgasm. After she'd come he'd rolled her over and taken her from behind, slamming his cock into her pussy until finally he came inside of her, his shame about coming inside his sister's vagina now gone.
They'd showered together, soaping each other and endlessly necking under the spray of water, standing holding each other and kissing, their tongues working, their lips working, making love to each other's mouths. But still they barely spoke out loud to each other.
After the shower they dressed in loose clothes and went to the kitchen where they ate toast and eggs and coffee, and then wordlessly looked at each other, smiled, and retired to the bedroom to fuck again. And so it went for the day: snacking, smiling, making love, and barely a word passing between them.
Keryn crushed the cigarette out in the tray. "Mom called last night," she said, breaking the silence.
"When?"
"While we were out," she said. "Did you check your phone? She left a message on mine. She wants to know if everything is going okay. She's concerned."
He languidly fondled her breast, gently squeezing and massaging it. "She should be, I guess," he said. "This isn't exactly going according to plan, is it?"
"No," she answered. "But she's probably worried that we're not getting along."
"Well, that's definitely not the case," he said. "We're definitely getting along." He nuzzled his nose into the waves of reddish-brown hair behind her ear. "Maybe too well."
"Maybe." She turned her head slightly toward him, appreciating the snuggling closeness of his face against her neck. "Do you know why you..." She trailed off.
"What?"
"You know," she said. "Why you started feeling this way. Like you wanted this."
"Mmm," he mumbled. "Watching you do yoga in the mornings."
"I knew it," she giggled, half-turning to look at him. "I knew you were watching."
"And you were putting on a show," he replied. "The thing is, guys usually get hardons in the morning because they need to pee, right? That's morning wood. So I wake up with this massive woody, I open my eyes, and there you are in these super-tight shorts, bending over and showing me your ass. That's a little weird. And you're doing this crazy yoga routine, and my dick is so hard. I ended up jacking off without even meaning too."
"I knew it."
"Yeah. And that planted the little seed in my mind, right? And I was telling myself it was just a goofy one-off, just something stupid, but the next morning I wake up early, hoping to see you put on another show. And all I can think about all day and every night is seeing this ass." He pushed his hips forward, grinding against her bum. "It's weird to say," he went on, "but you've got the best-looking ass I've ever seen."
Keryn smiled. "Thank you. That's sweet of you to say."
She could feel his dick starting to stiffen against her. He kissed her on the back of the neck, and his hand slid down from her breast, down her side to her hip, and then slowly inward, teasing at her neatly-trimmed pubic hair.
"You better hang on," she said. "I'm starting to get a little sore."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"We've already had sex, what? Four times since last night? My pussy is getting sore. You've got a pretty big dick."
"Thank you. That's sweet of you to say," he said, sweetly mimicking her. Then, in his normal voice, he asked, "Is there any alternative?"
She thought for a moment, wrestling with a decision. It didn't take long for her to make up her mind. She was already in transgressive territory. Nothing seemed like going too far now. "Wait here," she said. "I'll be back in a few minutes."
Keryn slipped off the bed and padded on bare feet out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. She locked the door behind her, looked in the mirror at her face and at her slender, fit body, and took a deep breath. Then she turned and looked over her shoulder at the reflection of her bum in the mirror. It was the best-looking ass he'd ever seen. She smiled.
After performing her toilet duties, she stepped into the shower and meticulously cleaned herself. Then she looked under the sink for a little zip-up make-up bag. The pink bag was there, right where it was supposed to be. She unzipped it. Inside were two vibrators, a bottle of sanitary solution for cleaning them after use, and a container of lubricant.
There wa
s a large and a small vibrator. The bigger of the two was a seven-inch vibe covered in pink silicone gel. It was waterproof, and Keryn most often used it in the bathtub, which is why the bag lived in the bathroom. The second vibe was a small, slender, and smooth device. This was one that she used for her occassional ventures into anal play, which sometimes had a role in her masturbation rituals, especially if she was a long time between boyfriends. She took the small vibe out and applied some lube to its tip.
She got down on her knees and leaned her elbows on the side of the tub. Then with another deep breath she guided the tip of the vibrator to her ass, pushing it gently against her hole. There was a familiar stab of discomfort, a moment of painful pressure, and she remembered her secret: to push back with her ass. The tip slipped inside her. The vibe was tapered very gently and not too thick, so she was able to work it in and out without difficulty.
Anal sex was not part of Keryn's usual sexual routine. She'd done it with two boyfriends previously, once with one and twice with the other. Neither of them were endowed as well as C.J. though, and she knew this would take some preparation. She turned the vibrator on, and as it began to buzz merrily, she felt a wave of pleasure pass through her ass, forward through her pussy, and all through her belly.
She worked the small vibe effortlessly in and out then gently pulled it out, letting her anus seal tightly. She pushed it in again, then out. She repeated this action a few more times, relaxing her asshole, getting it used to penetration.
Next she took out the larger pink vibe, applied some lube, and then pressed the tip gently to her ass, spreading her cheeks with one hand and pushing the thicker unit against her tight butt-hole. Again she pushed back against it, relaxing the tight ring of muscles and allowing the pleasure-tool to slip inside. She slowly pushed it in deeper, closing her eyes and working on her asshole, getting it ready for what was coming next.
After a minute of patiently ass-fucking herself with the pink vibrator, and then taking it out and re-inserting it a few times for good measure, Keryn was hornier than hell. She put the big pink back inside of her, turned up the vibrations, and began rubbing her clit. Her pussy may have been sore from getting pounded by a big, thick cock every few hours, but there was still plenty of sex in her.
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