by Selena Kitt
“Besides, do you really want your first time to be in your car?” he says. “Not that you won’t smile every time you enter it, remembering what we would have done here, but there’s so much more I want to do to you that can’t be done in this space. In due time, sis.”
Chapter Two
Ryan
I guess I didn’t exactly tell Aliyah the whole truth.
The whole truth is, I’ve fantasized about her more nights than I’d care to admit.
That photo I mentioned to her wasn’t really the only photo I’d seen of her—I still get internet access at times, and I checked out her Facebook where she has several photos.
She was easy to find, and why she leaves so many of her photos public, I don’t know, but I was able to see she had grown into a beautiful girl without friending her.
She’s got nothing too crazy on there—no club photos of her in some short, tight dress or anything, but no matter what she wears, you can’t miss the beautiful curves of her body.
Even yesterday, when she greeted me in a pair of jeans and a regular old tank, the feminine lines of her shoulders stirred me, and her beautiful face lighting up with smile stirred me even more.
I was determined to make it back home so I could see that smile in person, and there she was—more radiant than I had imagined.
She has a sweetness about her, like an innocent girl, but I never imagined she would actually still be a virgin—how could that be? How was she not beating off man after man with a stick?
Maybe she had been, I don’t know. I know she lived a sheltered life before my dad, and from the looks of her Facebook page, still sort of did.
But she does have a photo of herself in a swimsuit from some small pageant on there.
Her hair is big and wavy, her face is made up beautifully, and her body is ridiculously sexy.
It’s a pageant photo, so it’s classy, but come on—it’s still a swimsuit. You can’t miss Aliyah’s beautiful jugs and that delicious waistline, or the feminine curves of those hips.
She’s also got a photo of her in an evening gown on there—same pageant.
Aliyah’s about seventeen or eighteen in those photos, and she looks stunningly beautiful in them, but the one that gets me had to have been taken somewhat recently—it resembles what she looks like now the most.
It’s totally innocent—just some casual photo someone took of her where she isn’t wearing much makeup or anything, but unlike the pageant pics where she looks sort of sweet, there’s a sultriness to this one. For many nights, I longed for the woman behind those eyes, and that simple photo is the one I jack myself off to sometimes; I committed that face to memory.
Aliyah thinks she knows what she wants, but I want to lay her down on a bed and see every inch of her nude before I take her. I want to run my tongue over her smooth brown body, fill my mouth with her soft, round breasts. I want to nibble at her pussy until she comes all over me.
Then I want to slide my dick in slowly, giving her time to get used to me, and then pump her with my raging cock, pushing in and out of her while her tight virginal walls hold on to me.
I want to fuck her till I explode inside of her because there’s no way I’m pulling out—I need to feel that slick pussy massage till its juicy end.
It’ll be a bit tricky working around our parents because there’s no way they can know.
I don’t think my dad would give a hoot, but her mom might—especially considering her background with the religious guy.
I leave Aliyah to her thoughts and memories of my flesh—my lips on hers and at her neck while she leans back in surrender, and my hands and fingers at her boobs and then at her pussy.
We drive all the way back to the house in silence.
“What do you guys do around here on Sundays?” I say to our folks once we get inside.
Our parents are watching TV in the living room, and I suspect they’ll retire to their bedroom pretty soon to be alone.
I can tell Aliyah knows what I’m up to when I speak—she practically blushes when I say the words.
She’s gonna have to work on that poker face.
“We do a family dinner around six,” her mom, Anya, says. “The rest of the day is up to you. I make breakfast around nine for everyone like on Saturdays, but that’s it.”
“What do you usually do on Sundays?” I ask Aliyah, turning to her slightly, and she practically jumps when I talk to her.
“Oh... read. Watch TV or something on Netflix. Documentary or whatever.”
“What, you guys want to go to a movie or something? As a family?” her mom says. “How about you two go and get to know each other better? You’re brother and sister—hang out somewhere and catch up.”
I see the look she gives my dad and I know why she wants us out of here tomorrow.
I turn back to Aliyah. “Well, what do you say, sis? Want to hang out? I promise I won’t bug you to chill with me the whole time I’m here.”
I wink at her and she looks like she doesn’t know what to say next, so I decide to save her.
“So I’m thinking maybe we can grab lunch somewhere and learn more about each other. You can let me know of any boyfriends I need to beat up...”
She shoves me playfully, finally relaxing out of her nervousness.
“Okay,” she says. “We’ll figure something out. Maybe we can check out a movie too and you can make up for not refilling my tank by buying me popcorn and a hot dog.”
“Deal,” I say, but of course I have no intention of taking her to a movie.
She quickly checks her phone for movie times, and we go through the motions of making plans to leave by two for some two-forty showing tomorrow, and then head to our separate bedrooms for the night.
Although I am two doors down, I can hear the feminine moaning coming from my dad’s and Anya’s bedroom.
Aliyah’s room is right next to them, so no doubt she hears them too, if she’s still awake; we all retired to our rooms a few hours before, so it’s around one a.m.
At first I’m a little annoyed since all that moaning is a reminder that I’m not getting any, but the sound of fucking is still a turn-on and I feel my cock twitch.
Then I get an idea.
I make my way carefully to Aliyah’s room, hoping her door’s unlocked and that she’s awake. If she’s not, I will gently nudge her awake.
I am relieved to find her door not only unlocked, but slightly ajar. I tiptoe in, whispering her name, and she hums a quick, somewhat tired reply.
“It’s me—Ryan,” I say quickly in case she suddenly awakens completely and panics at the sight of my silhouette.
In the dark, I get the sense she finally does realize she has an intruder in her room, and although she knows it’s me, I sense alertness and a sort of worry in the air.
“What is it, Ryan?” she whispers, sitting up.
I realize I can still see the movements of her outline because I left her door slightly open, and the dim light from the hallway is peeking in.
I gently close her door.
I know she’s wide awake now.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Shh,” I say, sitting on her bed and feeling out for her body, and then pushing her back down on it. “Just relax and lay there.”
“Are you crazy? We can’t...”
“I won’t go all the way, and with what I have planned, I figure they won’t hear you—especially with all that noise in there. Now relax.”
I feel her calm down as she lays there, but she’s breathing hard and I know she is still worried.
I start pulling down her pajama shorts and hear her suck in her breath.
“Remember—don’t cry out if you can help it. Keep it quiet. Pull your pillow over your head if you have to, but I’m going to taste you, Aliyah. Tonight.”
Of course, I want to do far more than that, but I don’t think it’s wise, no matter how tempted I am to give it to her hard. There’s a good chance she’ll lose control and
give us away if she gets into a rhythm of crying out at my cock’s massage—she’s too inexperienced and won’t know how to control her body.
She’s so sensitive that her body jerks with my every touch as I take those shorts off, and I wonder if she’ll manage not to let out a large moan when I finally place my lips at her center.
I don’t have to wait long to find out, and once I position myself over her after flinging her shorts aside, I run my hands over her to find her middle, hold her by the waist, and then bring one hand down to gently rub her with my fingers, passing one over her clit. I feel her jerk and gasp at the tease, and then I bury my face in her pussy.
She lets out a loud moan, thankfully muffled by the pillow she has already put over her face. I’m fairly sure between the pillow, the walls, and our parents’ own sounds that the moans that escape her will go unheard.
I pull her pussy lips between my own lips, sucking and licking at her sensitive folds and her slit as she struggles to keep still. She twitches and writhes and I can tell she’s trying so hard not to be too loud.
She thrusts her pelvis toward my mouth, like a desperate cry for more, and I keep playing with her with my tongue and lips while she twists. Then I slip one finger inside of her to help bring her to the edge.
While I eat her mercilessly, I try to ignore my throbbing cock—it is rock hard and begging me to stuff it in her. She is so wet and warm and tight that I start to lose my mind and all sense of what I had planned to do.
I try to focus on making her come, and it works for a while as she flails and I feel her body building toward a climax from my flickering tongue and exploring fingers. She lifts herself rhythmically so that she is fucking my face a bit, and her clit gets attention from my mouth. Then her body tightens and reaches a crescendo before she explodes with a loud muffled moan, shuddering and pulsating against me and all around the finger I have inside of her.
Her enchanting womanly scent and the feel of her warm, slippery insides—it is too much for me.
I am only in my boxers, so I pull my cock free and tell myself I am only going to dip it in her as a tease of what’s to come, and to temporarily satisfy my throbbing dick with just a taste of her tight cavern.
I cover her with my body and line the head of my cock up with her entrance.
Maybe she thinks it’s some other part of me there because she doesn’t panic, despite my sort of promise that I wouldn’t take it this far.
My head gets a taste of her warm, wet hole as I start sliding my cock in gently, parting her virgin pussy.
She finally realizes what’s happening and moves her pillow to hiss, “What are you doing? I thought you said...”
“Just for a second,” I say, as I slowly push further in, but who am I kidding? It feels too good to finally be inside of her.
“God, you’re so fucking tight. So tight and hot and...”
The way she’s squeezing me, it’s so delicious that my brain has scrambled, and I can’t finish my sentence.
I push myself all the way in, aware of Aliyah doing all she can to take my hard, meaty length while her hands hold on to my arms. Then I start to move myself in and out of her, and she puts the pillow back over her face as muffled sounds escape her.
I suddenly realize everything has gone quiet—our parents have finished their activities.
The last thing I want to do is get caught here, so before one of them leaves their bedroom to grab a drink of water or something, I pull myself all the way out of Aliyah and slip my boxers back up to cover my raging cock.
I whisper, “We’ll catch up tomorrow” before gently opening her door and slipping out of her room back to mine.
I’m glad Aliyah got to come from my mouth before I got out of there.
As for me, I’ll have to relieve myself with some good old hand-lovin’ in the dark of my bedroom until the next opportunity.
Chapter Three
Aliyah
I cannot believe what just happened.
I probably kept my mouth hanging open long after Ryan disappeared from my body, bed, and room, and I am definitely wide awake now if I wasn’t already before.
I’m not sure if I can still call myself a virgin or not, but I finally know what it’s like to have a cock inside of me, and the memory of that feeling makes me joyous.
But what a fucking tease!
Truthfully, once I realized Ryan was in my room, all I wanted was for him to jam his dick inside me, despite being aware of the risk with our parents right next door. The fact that they were next door made the idea even hotter actually—especially since I could hear them fucking—all the moaning and gasping, and the sounds of furniture under pressure. It seemed like the perfect time to get it on ourselves.
I wanted to protest Ryan’s plan to not go all the way, but he was right—we couldn’t risk getting caught. What if I ended up as loud as my mom? Someone might notice.
Having Ryan lick me to orgasm instead felt heavenly—his mouth pulling at my throbbing feminine parts, his tongue flickering out to tease me. Then to feel his cock near my entrance, and then slowly push into my still-pulsating pussy after the orgasm he gave me—I was amazed I’d been able to pay lip service to a protest about taking things further than we were supposed to.
Ryan having to leave before we really got anywhere almost made me want to cry.
My curiosity was finally getting satisfied with this steaming hot guy over me, sliding his hard, generous dick in me, and when he started moving in rhythm, all I could do was arch my back in pleasure as I took him in and want more and more.
Now we have to wait till tomorrow or so to finish what we started!
I make myself get back to sleep so the next day can get here faster.
I don’t know what Ryan actually has planned for our movie date, but I sure as hell hope I don’t have to wait until Monday to feel his cock in me again.
I try not to avoid Ryan’s eyes too much when I go for breakfast. Thankfully, it’s not as formal as dinner, so we don’t necessarily all eat together since no one expects anyone to get up early on Sunday, but everyone happened to be up and about the same time today, and our parents go to the living room to eat while Ryan and I eat in the dining section.
He asks me about my job, and I tell him about how I plan to leave it as soon as I find a better one, and about my job interview on Monday. He asks me about my long-term plans for the future, and I want to ask him about his, but I feel like it’s a sensitive matter.
We both head back to our rooms afterward, and I am guessing he is anticipating our time together hard and desperately, like I am—I can barely contain my excitement thinking about being alone with him again.
We have a few hours before it’s time to get ready to go, and when the time comes, I hop in the shower first. When I leave the bathroom, he goes in, and we meet in the kitchen once we’re both ready, and then head out.
I let him drive.
We don’t head toward the movie, however, and I don’t say anything until we get to an area I am completely unfamiliar with.
It is somewhat secluded, like a sort of lover’s lane, with no houses or buildings of commerce nearby.
“I’m sorry,” he says as he parks the car, “I didn’t plan for it to play out like this, but last night... I have to be in you, Aliyah—I have to finish what I started. Now.”
He bends over to me and leans my seat back as far as it can go. Then he fully climbs on top of me and lets his dick out.
In the daylight, I finally get a good look at his cock and I flood with juices at the sight of it. Thick and pointing upward, his meaty rod is a beautiful specimen, and I can’t wait to feel it part my insides again.
I also long to put my mouth over it, but I guess I have to wait for that too.
I deliberately wore a skirt in case we got a chance to do this, so he has easy access to me and works my panties down. Before moving further, he kisses me, exploring my mouth for a bit before bringing his lips to my neck.
Feel
ing him poised over me while he fires up my nerves everywhere makes me hornier—without his cock even touching me it’s a tease, just knowing it’s right above my pussy.
While still sucking on my neck, I feel him direct his dick toward my entrance and once I feel his head there, lift my hips toward it.
“Please take me,” I whisper, unable to take it anymore. I need him to plunge into me, and when he finally does, I feel his meaty cock parting my inner walls and hold him tighter. He lifts and drops his tight ass, and I feel the squeeze of his buttocks as he pushes his cock inside of me, sliding it in and out in a rhythm I start getting used to.
