by Amanda Wals
"They really need to go out of town again." She grumbled. "I hate going back to my bed alone at night."
"I don't like it either, but I also like having my nuts remain attached to my body." That made her smile a little.
"They need to stay attached, definitely. I have plans for them." She replied, giving them a soft squeeze.
It would be another three weeks before we were finally able to spend the night together. That didn't mean that she wasn't in my room every night, even if only for a few minutes. We spent the majority of those night in various stages of undress, enjoying each others' bodies at almost every opportunity. But we never had sex. It was unspoken, but seemingly understood between us that we couldn't do that when we ran the risk of being walked in on. I suspected that we both knew that we'd lose ourselves in the moment and take too many risks. As it stood, it was all I could do to keep her quiet when I went down on her, which was often.
We bordered on being inseparable outside of my bedroom as well, although we tried to keep ourselves in check. If mom asked me to run pick up something for her at the store, Amy would often make up an excuse to ride with me. If she laying on the sofa, watching a movie in the living room, I would be found sitting on the floor in front of the sofa drawing in a sketchbook. We wouldn't be touching or sneaking a kiss while someone looked away, we weren't stupid about it. But the gravitational pull between us seemed to demand that we be near each other at every available moment. We even had a few mock arguments about something trivial, using our lifelong roles as siblings to craft obnoxious jabs at each other as we had done from the time we could walk, except these arguments were done with an odd twinkle in our eyes and all of the venom we spat at each other was completely ineffectual to us. Not that it didn't look good to the outside viewer.
The weekend that our parents finally went out of town again turned out to be the last before the fall semester started. At Amy's insistence, I would be returning to school to continue pursuing my visual arts degree. Of course, I would be returning to Dr. Miller's class, but was a bit less apprehensive after the talk we'd had at the gallery.
Part 3.
That Friday, our parents left in the early afternoon for their trip. The night before, I had told Amy that I felt it was overdue for me to take her on a real date. I made reservations for us at an Italian restaurant in the next town over that I'd read good reviews of online. It was an hour's drive each way, but I didn't want to run into anyone that knew us, as I was determined to make the night special for her.
I dressed wore a charcoal gray dress shirt and khakis, as I didn't own a lot in the way of dress clothes. Honestly, what did she see in me? She owned a wardrobe that filled her closet to the brim and routinely had to get rid of a few dresses and other apparel to make room for new things. I waited in my room, listening to music on the computer, while she got ready. I was getting fidgety and changing songs every minute or so, unable to find anything I was interested in listening to at the moment. I'd just about given up on finding anything worth hearing when Amy turned up in the doorway.
"Are you ready?" She was dressed in a dark red blouse that was low cut and exposed a fair bit of her cleavage and tight black skirt that appeared to be painted on to her hips and ass. Her hair framed her face perfectly, falling well past her shoulders now and her make up was perfect. She had clearly put a lot of work into her look tonight and it had paid off. She stood in the doorway with her hands folded together at her waist as she looked at me, a shy smile on her face. I found myself marveling at her ability to look both very classy and unbelievably sexy at the same time.
"Fuck me." I mumbled almost beneath my breath at the sight of her, drawing out the first word, having to remind myself yet again that breathing was important. The effect she had on me was one of the great mysteries of my life. But it was one I was grateful for.
Her smile transformed from shy to a self-satisfied smirk.
"Oh, I plan on it." She said in her most seductive voice as she sashayed over to wrap me in a hug, her hips swaying with every step. Her lips lifted up close to my own and she whispered almost directly into my mouth. "Just not quite yet."
"My boyfriend promised to take me out for Italian." She said as she dropped away from me, never actually letting our lips touch. Her eyes danced mischievously across my face. She looked quite pleased with herself for teasing me, which made her all the more adorable to me. "I'm getting hungry."
The restaurant had exactly the pleasant, romantic atmosphere that I was hoping for. It was in a dark brick building, softly lit, with beautiful wood furniture and candles on the tables. The whole place felt warm, inviting and the smells in the air were mouth watering. It felt really different to be able to walk into the restaurant with Amy, as my girlfriend, and not as my little sister. Sitting next to her, holding her hand in public, while we waited for our table to be ready was such a unique feeling that I don't think either of us were in a hurry to be seated. She squeezed my hand affectionately and had a permanent smile plastered on her face.
"This is so nice," she sighed, leaning her head gently on my shoulder, still unwilling to let go of my hand. "Thank you for this."
"You deserve it," I replied.
"I love you." She sighed quietly as she planted a tiny kiss just below where my jaw met my ear.
The hostess arrived to seat us at exactly that moment, smiling apologetically for interrupting the kiss that Amy was giving me.
Throughout the meal, Amy's eyes shone at me. She had a small smile plastered on her face that almost never faltered. I could tell that she really enjoyed the attention and being able to be out in public without having to pretend like we were just siblings. Which was exactly what I had hoped for her. I have always been a more or less quiet and reserved kind of person. I knew it was harder for her to keep her feelings under wraps than it was for me. That being said, I caught myself smiling more than once.
As for the food, it was incredible. I had to catch myself before I started licking the plate clean right there in the restaurant. Amy felt the same way about hers and we vowed to come back.
On the ride home, Amy draped her arm across my car seat and started slowly running her fingers through my hair as I drove. She was being a lot quieter than at the restaurant. I glanced at her a few times as I drove and she was leaning back in her seat with her eyes closed each time. I would have thought she was asleep except for her hand lightly massaging my head and neck.
After a while, she slid closer to me and draped my arm over her. Snuggling up against me as I attempted to drive.
"If we get in a wreck, this will be hard to explain."
"I'm sure you'll manage," she replied. It was the first words out of her mouth in about fifteen minutes.
A few more minutes of silence followed. She moved a bit and I felt her lips on my neck. Then I felt something wet drip on my neck. I brought my hand up to her cheek and felt the line of a tear.
"What's wrong, baby?" I asked.
"Sorry," she said, pulling away from me to wipe her face. "I didn't mean to cry."
"What's wrong?"
"I'm just... I.." she faltered, "I'm a little scared is all."
"Of what?"
"Change, I guess. I mean, everything's kind of turned on end. Tonight kind of reminded me of that."
I sensed what she meant and felt my chest tighten. I took my arm from around her and put it back on the steering wheel. She sat up a little bit and glanced at me before staring out into the night.
"Are you having second thoughts?" I asked, my mouth starting to dry. "You think we should stop this?"
"I couldn't stop this if I wanted to, Adam." She took my arm in both of hers, gripping it so tightly to her that I felt the circulation slowing. "And I don't want to. I'm not scared of us."
I dropped my captive arm to her thigh, as she continued to hug herself to it.
"Me either." I sighed a little in relief.
"It doesn't scare you, though? Living in secret forever?"
"I'
ve always thought we wouldn't stay here. If you stick it out with me, I mean. I thought we'd go somewhere that no one knows us. Start over, kind of. Then the only secret would be our old lives, not our new one." I gave voice to the half formed idea I'd had kicking around in my skull for a couple of months now.
"I love sound of that." She responded. "It's still a little scary, though. And our parents. They'll never forgive us. This will crush them."
"Probably. And that's the hardest part, to be honest. I mean, dad doesn't think much of me anyway. But he adores you." I chuckled bitterly to myself. "Man, it would really boil his piss to find out the black sheep was banging his little princess."
"You're no black sheep." She admonished me, passing the back of her hand along my cheek lovingly. "And you haven't banged your little princess yet, either."
"Mine, huh?"
"Yep. Yours." There was zero hint of uncertainty in her voice.
"I can live with that, I guess." I shrugged, trying for a little humor in the face of such a sobering declaration that made me want to pull over to the side of the road right there and take care of some highly unsavory black sheep-like business.
"Always a jackass." She tried to sound venomous but it wasn't working. "I'm sitting here telling you that I belong to you, and your response is to tell me you 'can live with that' you 'guess'."
"Sorry." I laughed, but her words ensured that my cock was now engaged in a painful battle with the zipper of my pants. I saw a sign for a rest stop a mile ahead, and accelerated the car a bit.
"You don't sound sorry," she tried to sound like she was pouting, but she was fooling no one. I had her amused and she knew it.
"You've had me at your mercy since we were little kids." I toyed at placating her. "And I'm pretty sure you know it."
She drew my hand down from her thigh to rest above her panties, pulling her skirt up as she went, making sure that my hand felt the warm dampness below them. "True, but you didn't used to make this happen every time I saw you in those days."
It took every amount of self control I had to stay on the road. I lightly massaged her slit through her panties as I drove, rewarded with little gasps and moans from the passenger seat.
"Now who's a damned tease?" she purred seductively. I resolutely refused to look her direction and kept my eyes on the road, determined to keep us from getting in a wreck. Amy kept one arm locked around mine, holding my hand in place, as the other slid under her blouse and back playing with her breast. I swallowed hard and kept driving, my cock straining against my pants for all it was worth.
"I love your hands." she gasped in a hoarse whisper, "I love the way you feel me."
The sound of her voice was killing me. I swear she was the sexiest creature on the planet. I felt her shift the fabric of her panties aside and slid my middle finger into her. She let out a loud gasp and started kissing my upper arm, encouraging me as I slid my finger in and out of her. Her hips raised up and tilted toward me, giving my hand better access to her. I felt her grinding her body against my arm, clinging to me for dear life.
I pulled into the rest stop, taking note of the fact that the parking area was nearly empty. I could see only two other vehicles in the main parking area with a few truckers parked closer to the exit, taking their required naps. I parked in a far corner, as far away from the other vehicles as I could and as fast as I could unbuckle my seat belt she was on me.
Her mouth slammed into mine hungrily, our tongues in a war for dominance. She crushed herself against me as hard as she could, our bodies aching for one another with a magnetism like I had never felt before. I felt my lower lip split, crushed under her assault and tasted the saltiness of blood in my mouth. She pulled away after a moment, breathless, with a slight red smear on her lower lip and chin.
"Oh baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." She half-whispered as she licked the blood from her lip. She reached for her purse to grab a napkin but I stopped her.
"It's fine. I'll live." I replied, pulling her back in my tight embrace. "Unless a little blood creeps you out."
Her mouth closed on my lower lip in reply, gently sucking it clean, before she buried her face in my neck and purred "It just gives me another part of you to taste, is all."
She moved further across the seat, climbing into my lap, kissing my neck. I kissed her neck and shoulders in return, leaving a row of little red dots at first that I went back and licked away gently with my tongue. I slid my hand back under her skirt, cupping her ass in my palm, gliding my thumb into her. I felt one of my fingers slide across her rosebud, which made my dick throb at the thought of how intimately I was touching her. She gasped under my touch and began to moan into my shoulder as she wrapped her arms around me.
"Oh god, Adam. Yes!" She ground her ass into my crotch as she rocked back from my hand before sliding back forward to meet it, establishing a rhythm of fucking my thumb.
"You want to belong to me?" I asked, my own voice dropping into a harsh, throaty whisper.
"I already... uhnnn... belong to you!" she replied, whimpering between gasps. "I'm so yours, baby."
"Do you want a life with me, away from here? A new life?"
"God, yes!'
Her breath was quickening, strained squeaks punctuating her breath as she exhaled. She continued to fuck my thumb with her hips, my forefinger gliding back and forth over her asshole with every stroke. Her wetness was leaking down into my palm and between her ass cheeks as she rocked. The whole situation was incredibly sexy to me, despite me not being in an ideal position to achieve my own release. This beautiful girl, my beautiful little sister, was so turned on and about to have her orgasm here in my arms. It turned me on tremendously just seeing her getting off like this. And her voice, her sexy goddamned voice, was an endless fuel to my desire for her.
"I want you to come for me." I whispered urgently. I wanted... I needed to hear her orgasm. I loved the sounds she made when she came. I rotated my thumb inside her slightly. My free hand slid to the small of her back and guided her into my palm over and over. Her moans were building to a fevered pitch in the confines of the car.
I felt her nails digging into my shoulders, and her legs clamped tight around my hand locking us in place. Her whole body shuddered in my lap as her climax overtook her. It was glorious to hear her cries. When she finally relaxed into me, I kissed her gently as I pulled my hand from beneath her. She sighed at the loss of contact with my hand, and opened her eyes halfway to look at me.
"Like that?" she giggled.
"Yeah, exactly like that." I kissed her forehead and started the car. With a sigh of disappointment, she slid back into the passenger seat.
"I thought you'd take me right here."
"I considered it, but do you really want to have sex with me for the first time in the front seat of a Honda? Or twenty minutes from now somewhere much more comfortable?" I asked.
"You have a point." She admitted, while attempting to give me another pouting look. "But your admirable self control is bad for my ego."
I leaned over and kissed her deeply.
"I'm sure your ego will survive, sweetheart." I backed the car out and got us headed back down the interstate toward home.
We had barely reached the speed limit before I felt her hand snake across my groin and give my shaft a light squeeze.
"I can't wait to finally feel that thing inside me." She said in the most seductive voice she could manage.
"You are really trying to make sure it's a short evening, aren't you?" I asked with some amusement, trying to ignore my cock's straining in my pants.
"It doesn't feel very short to me," she purred as she gave my full length a meaningful rub. I groaned a little against my will.
"Wasn't what I meant." I replied as I struggled to remain near the speed limit and avoid getting a ticket. I wanted to be home and inside her.
Back at home, the moment she turned to shut the front door behind us, I was on her. I slammed her forcefully against the door, kissing her hungri
ly, ignoring the distracting soreness of my lip. I held her body so tightly against the door that she could barely breath. She struggled to grind her hips against me, kissing me as forcefully as I was her. My hands traveled her body relentlessly, groping here and grabbing there. She had one arm around my neck, holding me to her, while her other hand grabbed my ass, trying to pull me against her harder. Her legs came up to wrap around my waist, and I lowered my arms to support her. I lifted us away from the door, allowing us room to breathe again. We were both gasping for air between moans as our mouths continued to duel each other.
From the way I was holding her, Amy's head was above mine, Her hair fell across my neck as she bent down to continue kissing me. I could smell her shampoo and a hint of perfume, one of those light perfumes that I'd seen described as fresh rain scented or something. Combined with her natural scent, it was intoxicating. I raised her higher and kissed her neck, planting a soft lick at the base of her throat.
"My god," she sighed happily above me. "I love the way you hold me."
I was too involved in kissing the tops of her cleavage above her blouse to reply. I had lost count of the number of times I'd buried my face between those beautiful breasts by now, but I never tired of it. She interrupted my kisses to pull her blouse over her head and wrap her arms back around me. I lowered her back to the ground, just enough for her to drop her legs from me. As soon as her feet hit the ground, I scooped her up, cradling her in my arms this time like a child. She let out a delighted laugh, which made her breasts jiggle deliciously in her black lace bra, and she hooked an arm around my neck. I thumbed the lock on the door with one hand, and carried her upstairs to my room.
Amy dragged her arms slowly down my body as I lowered her to the bed and immediately unzipped her skirt and dropped it on the floor along with the blouse she'd been clutching in one hand. Now clad in only her lace bra and matching panties, she parted her legs seductively toward me and motioned for me to join her. I pulled off my shirt and unbuckled my belt, taking in her beautiful form as I worked. I moved toward the bed, now clad in only my boxers when she suddenly sat up and put a hand to my stomach.
