by Amanda Wals
I laid back down, guiding Amy back down, still on top of me, with my mouth unwilling to let go of her glorious nipple. Both of us made a startled gasp as the movement caused her hips to slide downward and my cock slide between her legs making contact with her pussy over the fabric of her boxers. She ground down on it, her pussy sliding down the length of it eliciting a shuddering gasp from both of us and I became aware that it wouldn't take much more of that before I would be done for.
I moved my mouth to her other breast and gave it the same treatment as the first, just as her thighs clamped down on my hips in earnest. I could feel them starting to quiver against me.
"Ooohhh, fuuuucckk" she gasped harshly in my ear and shoved her face in my pillow as her hips ground against me. My dick felt like it was trying to saw through the fabric of her boxers as it memorized and worshiped every contour of her sex. With each thrust, she would shudder harder and I knew I was in my final moments as well. I slid the hand that was on her back down and into her boxers, cupping one of those amazing ass cheeks and pulling her pelvis against me as tightly as I could.
"Baby, you are so amazing" I managed to gasp out as I released her nipple and thrust one final time against her. I groaned into her shoulder as my cock twitched violently against her panties, launching streams of semen against both of our stomachs. Her legs were clamped around me like a vise and I could feel the spasms in her pussy and legs as she released nearly muted cries and moans into the pillow. She collapsed into me, her whole body vibrating with the aftershock of her orgasm. We both lay there, covered in a light sheen of sweat, catching our breaths. My throat felt bone dry from all of the heavy breathing I'd been doing.
"My god," she exhaled and swallowed "If I known it was going to be like this, I'd have thrown out my dildo in high school and just snuck in here every night."
My head whipped to look at her hard enough that I thought I may have pulled something.
"What? You thought your little sister wasn't playing with herself in the next room all these years?" she smirked at me. She felt the slight twitch in my groin, and whispered "Oh, I did. Sometimes more than once a night, even. I'd lay in bed and feel myself up..." she began kissing my chest, moving down toward my stomach.
"...to whatever fantasies were playing in my head that night." Her tongue made a trail down my stomach to the first bit of fresh come and began to swirl her tongue in it, forgetting her thought as she suddenly seemed very distracted by the mess I'd made. She made a show of licking all of the semen off of my stomach before raising her head back up look at me, smiling. "And, yes, dear brother. Some of those fantasies were about you."
She got an evil grin on her face when she saw how I cocked an eyebrow at her in surprise at her last statement. "I'll be right back, okay?"
I nodded, as she scooted off of the bed, grabbing her shirt and slipped out of the room. I lay there a few minutes in the dark, mentally digesting the idea that my sister had been getting herself off to fantasies about me since long before all of what had taken place between us. I pondered how that may have played a role in how we got to the place we were with each other emotionally and physically. And what the hell were those fantasies about? Eventually, when I had almost drifted off to sleep, she quietly returned to the room.
She had changed clothes and had brought a warm damp cloth with her. She insisted on cleaning up the remainder of the mess I'd made from my stomach and prick, giving me a few gentle strokes when she was satisfied that it was all cleaned up. She dropped the cloth on the floor and laid back down next to me.
"So... about those fantasies about me?" I asked.
"Got you curious, did I?" She was clearly amused.
"Definitely. What were they about?" I was intrigued and let it show. That was probably where I went wrong because now she knew she could use my interest to torment me.
"I dunno. You did stuff to me. I did stuff to you. You know... fantasies." She gave me a purposely vague smile. I lifted a hand to brush some loose hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. She softly closed her eyes in appreciation for a moment when I did. I loved doing that for some reason.
"But what kind of stuff?" I asked, suspecting I was about to get nowhere with this line of inquiry.
"Nope. I'm not telling you that. A girl's got to have her secrets."
"Ugh... Fine. Be that way..." I sighed in mock annoyance.
"Mom and dad need to go out of town again," she sighed, sort of wistfully. "It sucks I can't sleep here tonight."
"I wish you could sleep here, too. But at least we can see each other in the morning for breakfast."
"Yeah, but... I don't know. It's not like I just can't sleep next to my new boyfriend." She put her arm around me, snuggling up against me with a pouting expression. "You're more than that. It's just frustrating."
I knew she was right, but since I didn't have any grand solution come to mind, I simply hugged her and held her until she finally, begrudgingly, gave me a long kiss goodnight and returned to her room. I fell asleep almost immediately.
* *
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of mom yelling for me to come to breakfast. The house smelled of bacon and pancakes. I crawled out of the bed, changed clothes, and wandered downstairs in search of bacon.
Mom handed me a plate and I sat at the dining table to eat, mumbling a greeting to my dad, who was reading the morning paper. A couple of minutes later, Amy sat across from me with a plate of her own and slipped me a quick smile before she began attacking her plate in earnest. Mom joined us and we all ate with the kind of small talk that accompanies families who are not very awake yet in the mornings at breakfast.
When I absently reached up to scratch a spot on my shoulder that itched, Amy suddenly coughed and began doing her best to suppress a giggle. I looked up at her and saw both her and my mother looking at me. Amy's eyes were lit up in amusement, but my mother's was slightly more troubled.
"Um, Adam? You may want to tell your little photographer friend to calm down a little in the future." My mother said with a slight look of disapproval. "I certainly hope you are using protection."
At the words "little photographer friend", my sister suddenly shot me a look. Thanks for that, mom.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, puzzled, as I dropped my hand from my shoulder to pick up my glass of orange juice.
"Have you seen your neck? I think she got a little out of hand."
I felt the rush of blood to my face and scurried to the downstairs bathroom to see what our mother was on about. Sure enough, sticking out of my shirt collar, right where my shoulder and neck connected, was a nice set of red bite marks. Just about the spot that Amy had latched her teeth on my shoulder as she had her first orgasm with me the previous night. Thankfully, mom seemed to think it had been put there by Megan. She'd unwittingly given me my cover story.
I returned to the breakfast table, and sat down sheepishly. "I didn't realize she'd done that. Sorry, mom."
I stole a glance at Amy who did her best to look like the picture of innocence as she ate, even if slightly pleased with herself. I felt her food slide along my shin under the table as she slipped me a sly wink. I proceeded to spend the rest of the meal feeling self conscious about the teeth marks on my neck and couldn't resist reaching up to scratch them occasionally, much to Amy's amusement.
After breakfast, I showered and returned to my room, already dressed and drying my hair with a towel.
"Damn. That photographer chick really did a number on you." Amy smirked where she sat with her legs crossed in my office chair with her phone in her lap. "Maybe I should go have a talk with her. Tell her it isn't right to go tagging my big brother like he's an animal in a wildlife refuge."
"I certainly should." I replied. "She damned near gave me a heart attack at breakfast."
"Still, you must have done something right to set her off that wildly."
"It's a possibility." I chuckled, remembering the events of the previous evening.
"So who is she, anyway?" Her smirking had stopped, but she didn't seem upset.
"An artist friend of mine that I used to mess around with occasionally. That's over with." I went straight for honesty, having nothing to hide and knowing it.
"Ah... The little redhead with the red dress and the nose ring from the gallery?" She asked.
"Yeah, that's her." I was genuinely impressed. "How did you guess that?"
"I saw her checking you out last night. A few times, actually. I wasn't the only one who thought you looked pretty hot in a dress shirt and tie, I guess." She gave me a lustful glance and I felt a twitch in my shorts.
"Huh. I hadn't noticed." I'd had a life long blind spot for these things.
"So it's over with?"
"It's been over for a while, now." I responded. "Not that our mother got that memo, apparently. But that worked in our favor a short while ago, I'd say."
"I believe you." She smiled at me. "I was just curious."
She gave me a hug and dropped away from me slowly, giving my hand a squeeze. "I gotta hit the shower. Tell your girlfriend to cut the shit, she nearly got us in a whole world of trouble."
I snickered and slapped her ass as she attempted to dodge and darted from the room.
* *
That night, as she laid in my bed, spooned up against me with her delicious ass wedged up against my cock, she asked "When did you know? That things were different with us, I mean? That you felt... more."
"I'm not a hundred percent sure."
"Was it when you woke up with me like this?" Her ass wiggled a little against my cock.
"No, that wasn't it. But thanks for reminding me of that whole embarrassment." I chuckled.
"Oh, like you had forgotten all about it. Sure." I could hear the smirk, and chose to ignore it.
"There was this one night, a few months back... I came home and you were asleep on the sofa."
"The night you straightened my hair?" Despite how incredible her ass felt against me, she elected to roll over and put her arm across me instead. I started to protest, but thought better of it.
"You knew about that?" I was surprised.
"Well, I was asleep, and a felt a hand brush my hair out of my face. I just assumed it was dad. Sometimes, he does stuff like that. Just being dad. You know, I'm his little girl and all that. Anyway, I wasn't all that awake, and it took a second to open my eyes. When I did, he wasn't there. I looked over the arm of the sofa, and I saw you walking up the staircase with your book bag." She slowly moved her hand across my chest as she spoke. "I thought it was really unusual because you mostly ignore me. I mean, you used to. It was the first really loving, kind type of gesture I'd seen from you in a long time. I didn't call out to you because I didn't want to spoil it. I just enjoyed that you showed me some affection. I didn't even realize that I had been missing it so much until then. It was really nice. I felt like you cared. I had a big smile on my face for a while after that. Is that silly?"
"No, it's not. I'm sorry you felt like I'd been ignoring you. I had no idea you woke up. Is that all you remember from the night?"
"I think so. But is that the night you're talking about?"
"Yeah, that's the one." I shifted slightly so that I could reach the lamp on the nightstand. "I want you to see something."
As the soft light filled the room, I looked down at her and she was looking up at me. There was something in the affectionate way that her blue eyes gazed at me. It kind of took my breath away. I gazed back at her for a few seconds, lost in her face.
Fighting the urge to kiss her again, I finally broke eye contact to scan the desk across the room until I spotted what I was looking for. "You see the stack of sketchbooks on my desk over there? You want the third one down. The one with the blue paint on the spine."
"That means moving," she whined.
"Grab the book. I really want you to see this. I've never shown it to anyone."
She unfolded from me and grabbed the sketchbook from the desk. She sat in my office chair and started flipping through it. Her long, dark hair cascading across her face and tumbling down her shoulder as she bent over the sketchbook, partially obscuring my view of her face. "What am I looking for?"
"You'll know it when you see it."
There was no doubt when she found the sketch. She froze in place, just staring at the page. I wasn't sure she was breathing. Just when I started thinking that I had made a mistake in showing it to her, she looked up from it.
"You did this?"
"Well, yeah. I drew it that night. Before I did the hair thing."
"It's amazing." Amy looked back down at it, her eyes were still wide in fascination. "How long did it take you? I slept through the whole thing?"
"A few hours. I did my best not to disturb you." I stretched out, put my head on the pillow, and closed my eyes. "Anyway, you asked when I knew. That was the most defining moment I can think of. I saw you that night, asleep. In my goddamned shirt, of course. You just looked peaceful and... stunningly beautiful. I know I suck at drawing realistic images, but I felt like I had to try to capture that moment. Something about the shadows on your face, the lines of you, I don't know... It just hit me. And it turned out to be the best drawing I've ever done."
I felt the bed shift as she crawled back in with me and settled into my arms. "My big brother is still full of surprises."
"I can't believe I slept through you drawing that. It's almost like a black and white photograph of me. It's incredible, Adam." She leaned back and planted kisses on my jaw until I tipped my head down so she could meet my lips.
"What about you?" I asked when we eventually came up for air.
"Well, let's see..." She lay her head down on my chest, her fingers tracing designs that only she could see across my stomach. "Part of me, I think, always knew."
"Oh, come on, that's a weak answer."
"No, not like that. Hear me out." She continued. "Lots of little girls get crushes on their older brothers or their fathers growing up. It's part of the process of maturing into an emotional adult. Their brother is the first male they become familiar with, the one that is their protector and keeps them safe from the thunder and lightning, the tornadoes, the dark, whatever it is they are afraid of. Until he matures enough to be too good to hang out with his little sister anymore and takes off to the skate park at every opportunity, that is."
"I can see that, but I think your answer is a bit of a cop out." I elected to ignore the skate park comment.
"Let me finish, would you?"
"Okay, I'm shutting up."
"That was part of it. But that stuff has always kind of been in the back of my mind. Like when I told you that you were in my fantasies sometimes." She locked eyes with me again, and let her hand graze my cheek affectionately. "I always came hardest if I was wearing one of your shirts. They smelled like you and it just kind of brought me into the fantasy more."
I swallowed hard and made a mental note to quit bitching about her stealing my shirts all the time.
"Laying here in your bed the past few months, I'd get so turned on watching you paint. Something about the way your hands move over the canvases, it can be hypnotic to watch. You have an intensity to your movements when you are really focused on it. I don't know why it gets me going so much sometimes, but it really does. I used to wonder so much what it would feel like to have your hands moving over me like that." She grabbed my arm and placed my hand on her breast over her shirt. "And now I know." She was smiling as I took the hint and groped her a bit while she continued.
"But that's the lust part, I guess. I had felt something more for you for a while before, but I think I first realized I was actually in love with you at the park. Those guys came over and started hitting on me while you were cooking. They were cute and seemed nice, but when I considered the idea of giving one of them my number, I didn't want to. And I thought about why that was. I looked over at you, your back was to me, and my stomach got butterflies. It just hit me out of nowhere that I didn't
want them. I wanted the guy that I felt more at peace and comfortable with than I ever had. I wanted the guy who made me feel safe, who went and beat the shit out of an asshole twice his size without asking anything in return just because he knew that the guy had hurt me. I realized that you were the most amazing guy I had ever met. I knew I was in love with you. I knew I wasn't supposed to be and I don't know how it happened. But that didn't make it less true. I just didn't know what to do about it."
"I was really irritated with those pricks." I chuckled. "Can't tell you how relieved I was when you sent them packing."
"Really?" She asked, as she crawled up on all fours, adopting a cat-like pose, in order to kiss my throat. Her hair cascaded across my face and shoulder, it tickled a little, but I didn't mind at all. She was so effortlessly sexy that it was unreal to me. "I didn't notice that at all."
"I was trying really hard to hide it. I couldn't even look that direction until I heard them walking away. I was going nuts. It's not like I had any right to say anything about it."
"But now you do, baby." Amy sighed into my ear. "Because I'm all yours now."
My cock and my heart both jolted at her last statement. I wrapped my hand around the back of her head and brought her lips to mine in a long kiss, caressing her breast with the other. She groaned into my mouth and moved her hips closer against me. Pushing her away from me slightly, which earned me a brief look of confusion, I rolled us over until I was on top of her. Her confused look vanished, to be replaced with desire again as she felt my erection pressed against her thigh.
