by Amanda Wals
She slid her hand down from my stomach to my crotch, gliding over my cock and griping it slightly. Amy leaned forward and kissed my stomach, hooking her fingers into the waistband of my boxers before pulling them down. I could suddenly feel her warm breath on my erection as she nuzzled her face up against it. Her tongue snaked out and planted a lick along it's length, swirling around the head of my cock, poking her tongue around my slit. Her hand cupped my balls as she began taking me into her mouth. I groaned at the welcome sensations her mouth delivered to my cock. My eyes closed for a moment as I felt like my very being was centered on my prick, focusing all of my energies on the blow job my little sister was giving me.
Amy continued to take more and more of me in with each stroke, moaning appreciatively around my cock when my hand dropped to cup one of her breasts. I opened my eyes and looked down at her. The sight of her sitting on the edge of the bed with two thirds of my hard shaft gliding in and out of her mouth nearly took my breath away. She noticed the change in my breathing and looked up at me, our eyes locking for a moment. The corners of her mouth turned up a little, attempting to smile around the cock in her mouth, as she pulled back from me until only the head of my penis was still in her mouth. She took a deep breath, still holding my gaze, and glided back down over my dick, her tongue bathing the underside of it the whole way. I felt the back of her throat, then felt a tightening sensation as she kept going and my dick slid down into her throat. I let out a loud involuntary moan as her throat massaged my cock. The feeling was indescribable and I couldn't help being in awe of her. Her lips closed around the base of my shaft and she pulled back up to the end, releasing me from her mouth, She coughed as a bit of spit drooled down from her mouth.
"I told you I'd do it!" She gasped between breaths and looked up at me, absolutely elated. She leaned in close, jerking me off with her hand against her cheek while she caught her breath.
"You are goddamned amazing, baby." I replied in total appreciation.
As soon as she caught her breath, she grabbed my cock in her mouth and did it again, shutting off all rational thought for me. The tightness of her throat around the head of my dick made me want to grab her head and start fucking her throat with abandon. I managed to hold off, groaning aloud, as she continued to bob her head on my full length, gliding me into her throat each time. She managed to avoid gagging, but her eyes were watering and large amounts of spit were dripping from her mouth and my cock. Within a few more strokes, I could resist no longer. Lost in the sensations, my hands fell to her head when she descended, holding her in place as my hips involuntarily jerked and I launched a volley of come directly into her open throat. She made a surprised noise, but didn't resist me, holding herself in place, doing her level best to swallow around my swollen member. After the first few bursts from my exploding cock, I became coherent enough to let go of her head and she pulled away from me, keeping only the tip of my cock in her mouth. Amy continued to swallow rope after rope of my semen, allowing it to pool on her tongue before taking fast gulps, working my shaft with her small hands, and gasping for air around my cock. When I was finally spent, she released my deflating member from her mouth and wiped the spit from her chin, gazing up at me with a pleased expression.
"I think someone enjoyed that." She smiled sexily up at me.
"That was unbelievable." I sighed adoringly as I sat next to her on the bed. I reached up and wiped the tears from her face with my thumbs as I framed her face in my hands. I leaned in and gave her a gentle, loving kiss. That was something I had noticed happened with us more than I'd ever experienced with any girl before. We could be intense and hungry with each other, then switch seamlessly into a more gentle, loving mood with the bat of an eye.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" I asked, reflectively.
"No, it was fine. I mean, it did kind of hurt a little... but not in a bad way." She pulled me down to lay beside her and put her head on my chest.
"Sorry."
"Don't be. I loved it." She reached down and gave my cock an appreciative squeeze. "It's okay to be a little rough sometimes."
"Says the girl who left teeth marks all over my neck a while back and nearly got us caught." I grinned.
"It has been established that your photographer slut was responsible for that. I am innocent of all charges." She reached behind her back and popped the latch on her bra, sliding out of it in one fluid motion and dropping it on the floor. Her panties soon followed. She wrapped her naked body around mine and sighed contentedly.
I had been planning to make a show of rolling my eyes at her for the comment, but seeing her naked breasts again eliminated that possibility. I lay there happily taking in the feel of her naked form against mine for a few minutes. I gently stroked her hair, pulling it from her face and tucking it behind her ear. My eyes gazed over her affectionately for a long time until, finally, she tilted her head to look up at me.
I leaned down and kissed her. I wrapped her in my arms and raised her body on the bed, putting our heads at an even level so that I could kiss her more easily. My hand slid up her side to cup her breast and I felt a sharp exhalation of breath in my mouth for my trouble. Her mouth smiled over mine as she arched her back, forcing her tit to mash harder into my palm. She let out a loud moan when my fingers found her nipple and lightly pinched it between them. I guided her onto her back, never fully releasing her breast, and rolled up to position myself above her. Leaning down, I ran my tongue around her areola, barely allowing my tongue to graze her hardened nipple, before I closed my lips over the delightful nub and sucked it into my mouth.
"Oh god, yesssssss..." she hissed out as her hands grabbed at my head, her fingers running wildly through my hair.
I lifted my head, pulling her nipple lightly with my lips while running my tongue over the very end of it. My lips parted just enough to release her breast and for me to dive on her other nipple, repeating the treatment. Her hips raised to meet my groin as she tried to grind herself against me. The feel of her wet, white hot, hairless pussy grazing against my mostly spent, flaccid cock began to have an effect on it. I felt myself lengthening and starting to provide her with something to slide herself against.
Every time she would raise her hips, her back would arch a bit, causing her tits to shift up toward her face and roll slightly around on her chest. It was almost mesmerizing to watch. I seized her hips in my hands and ground my groin against her, feeling the head of my dick part her folds as it slipped in about half an inch. Realizing what was about to happen, I moved my crotch away from hers.
"What?" she asked, breathlessly.
"Reality." I sighed heavily as my face sank between her tits, hugging her chest to my face. I suddenly found myself asking myself if this was really happening. I was holding my beautiful, naked, baby sister in my arms, my face buried between her breasts, and was on the verge of sliding my cock into parts of her that no brother should ever know anything about much less have access to. This was so far beyond what was normal, acceptable sibling behavior.
This was the last line to cross between us. It was a feeble line, at best, considering all of the other things we had done together at this point. I knew what I wanted, but I felt like I had to give her one last chance to back out. It was so fucking wrong, and yet I wanted it with every fiber of my being. Part of me had long since abandoned thinking of her as my sister. My love for her was far beyond that now. But she was still my sister, my flesh and blood. I felt foolish for what I had to ask her, but I felt like it had to be asked.
I must have been locked in these thoughts for longer than I realized because I became aware that she was staring at me intently. I propped myself up on an elbow and smoothed her hair back against her head with my other arm, trying to give her a reassuring, loving stare. Her hands were resting on my shoulders before I moved, and she moved one to cup over the hand that was now lovingly caressing her cheek. She was still breathing hard, but was making no move toward me, clearly unsure of what had been going through my mind.
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"Amy..." I tried to find the words that I needed to come out. "Is this what you want?"
"Of course it is." She replied, as her eyes closed and she nuzzled her face to my palm. "Don't you want me?"
"More than anything, sweetheart. I know it probably sounds stupid after everything we've already done, but if you really want this, I need to hear you say it " I ran my thumb gently along her eyebrow as she turned her face toward my palm, half burying it and giving it a quick, playful lick. That derailed my train of thought for a half second. She could be so adorably intoxicating, unlike anyone I had ever known.
She cocked an eyebrow at me and grinned mischievously.
"Are you trying to get me to beg for your dick? Is that a thing for you?"
I pulled my hand from her face to cover my own in a mixture of frustration and mild amusement. To say nothing of the fact that the idea of her begging for my dick did kind of add an extra couple of milliliters of blood to my erection.
"I could try it, if it's something you really need. Begging for your dick, I mean. I can be a team player, after all." She dropped her voice to a sexy whisper, wrapping her hand around my cock as she finished her sentence. It was hard to be annoyed in the face of that.
"That wasn't what I was talking about, and you know it." I tried to sound stern as her small hand stroked the length of my shaft.
"I know," Amy replied. "But it's fun to annoy you."
"Brat." I slid myself down a bit on her body allowing my mouth access to her tits.
"Jackass." She breathed as my mouth closed over one of her divine nipples, my tongue having its way with her hardened nub. An appreciative moan followed as my hand glided along her thigh and fastened itself to one of the globes of her ass.
I lost myself in the feel of her body, worshiping her chest with my lips and tongue while my hands roamed along her legs, hips, ass, and ribs. Her body responded to my touch in a series of light moans, occasional gasps, and light shudders. She kept one of her hands wrapped around the back of my head, guiding me across her breasts, while her other hand slid rhythmically down my back, dragging her nails up my spine repeatedly. Her hips ground her white hot pussy against my stomach, and I had to keep fighting the intense urge to move up and slam myself into her.
One of my hands traveled up, pausing briefly to cup the breast my mouth wasn't currently feasting on, before continuing up along her neck and jaw line. Finally it came to rest against the side of her face, the palm resting against her cheek and my fingers barely sliding into her hair. I felt her face turn as she took my thumb in her mouth, giving it a seductive suck, breathing raggedly against it. She released my thumb and moaned something that I did not hear, as I was so lost in the feel of her wonderful body.
"What was that?" I asked, raising my head from her chest just slightly.
"Come here." She repeated.
I moved my arms down on either side of her and lifted myself up to be able to better move across her body. I planted little kisses, licks, and nibbles to various parts of her body as I moved my head up even with hers. She took my head in her hands and gently pulled me up to face her. Her tongue slipped out to moisten her lips as she gazed at me affectionately a moment before opening her mouth to speak.
"I love you," She began, keeping her beautiful piercing blue eyes locked on mine. "I love you more than I have ever loved anyone. I know that I am your sister. I know that most people think it's wrong, but it doesn't feel wrong to me. I don't have all the answers, but I know that I want this more than anything. I want my big brother to make love to me. I want his dick inside me. I want to be with him forever. I want to belong to him completely."
I opened my mouth to reply, but found myself temporarily at a loss for words. There was no uncertainty or hesitation in her voice. Her eyes shimmered at me, unblinking. Finally, her lips turned up in a small, shy smile.
"Is that saying it clearly enough for you?"
I nodded as her hand snaked down my abdomen, across my stomach and I felt her long delicate fingers wrap around my shaft again, giving my cock a slow stroke. She rubbed me against her clit a couple of times, using the head of my dick to tease herself, before lining me up with her entrance.
"I love you, Amy," I said as I gently moved my hips forward, my cock slowly sliding into her welcoming folds. She was more than ready for me, her opening glistening wet with her desire. I took my time entering her, in part because I didn't want to hurt her, and in part because the gravity of what we were doing was not lost on me. I felt like I was aware of my nerve endings to such a degree that it seemed like I could feel each cell of my penis as it was coated by her body's fluids. As I continued deeper into my little sister, I felt like time was at a standstill and my breathing ceased completely. My body yearned to crawl into hers, becoming one with her. I felt a tiny pang of disappointment when our pelvises met and she had taken all I had to give. When she had taken my full length into her, she closed her eyes and sighed happily.
"You're finally inside me." She giggled. "Oh god, I've wanted this for so long."
The giggles stopped the moment I pulled back from her and thrust in again, repeating the sensations I had felt on the first stroke. Her warm pussy gripping my cock in protest each time I withdrew. I felt her legs wrap around me, her small feet hooked on the backs of my legs pulling me toward her. She let out a whimpering cry as her legs pulled me against her a second time.
"Oh yes, I want this," she began chanting urgently, "I want this. I want this."
I found myself gasping for air, my breath quickening in response to the amazing feelings I was experiencing inside my beautiful baby sister. It had never been like this with others I had slept with. No other vagina or mouth that any woman had been kind enough to allow me to get near had ever felt anywhere near as amazing as this. I felt like her beautiful, soft pussy had been molded specifically to fit my cock. I wanted to ask her if she felt the same, but I didn't have the words. I was too lost in the experience to be able to think.
Amy's long slender arms were wrapped around my body in a tight embrace as our pelvises thrust toward each other in rhythmically. She held me so tight that she actually lifted from the bed at one point, my body supporting us both as she clung to me. Her mouth devoured mine, sometimes wandering to my neck, throat, and shoulders before returning back to resume the battle between our tongues. Our kisses were heated, urgent, built on a need that was months, maybe years in the making between us. The sex was no longer gentle, it was driven, our bodies slamming together in unison. Her fingernails dug into my back, as her moans gave way to wails of desire. I found myself pulling her body so tightly against mine that I worried I was hurting her and I barely summoned enough willpower to ease up on my ferociousness.
Amy continued to chant "I want this. I want this. I want this. I want this." over and over. She was reciting it like a mantra, exhaling the words, using gasps to refill her lungs at the end of each "this" almost like punctuation. I wasn't sure that she was fully aware she was saying the words, and as her body rushed toward her orgasm, her words became less of a sentence.
"I want this. I want thi- ...I want ...I want" The words poured from her mouth into my ears, her breathing becoming more and more ragged as our bodies continued to collide. "Want" sounding like a desperate plea, straining her voice with its need. Her cries were urging me toward my own orgasm as I could feel my balls tightening and the rush through my groin that told me the inevitable was on the way.
With a last few, almost tearful pleas of "Want... want... want..." coming from Amy's delirious mouth, her orgasm washed over her in a wave. A joyful cry, almost like a shriek, escaped her lips as her upper body flushed and she gripped me like I was all that was keeping her from certain death. I felt her warmth escalate as her body bathed my cock and balls with her oils as she came. That was all it took for my cock to surrender to her and release bursts of semen deep into her body. After the first few ropes bathed the walls of her canal, my thrusting ceased and we could both feel the puls
ing of my dick as it fired a few more volleys of come into her. I lowered myself against her slowly, holding her close, remaining inside her.
We both were completely out of breath, sweat pouring from our bodies. When my rapidly softening cock finally fell free from her body, I rolled to lay beside her on my back, still catching my breath. I became aware that my back was stinging from where her fingernails had scratched me all along my shoulder blades. I noticed that my left ear was ringing from her screaming into it during her orgasm, and felt a little bit of an ego boost. I both loved and marveled that I had had that kind of effect on her.
"Holy... shit." Amy was the first to speak, after several minutes. "That was fucking incredible!"
"Yeah," I replied, my eyes were closed, reflecting on what had just transpired.
She rolled herself up against me, resting her head on my shoulder. I was immediately distracted by her bare breasts smashed against my side, although I was in no condition to do much about it just yet.
"I didn't know it would be like that. Wow." She spoke softly, "I love you so much."
I tilted my head and kissed her gently for a moment.
"I love you, too."
We both drifted to sleep shortly after.
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When I woke up, I discovered I was alone in the bed. I glanced at the clock in the darkness and saw it was not long after midnight. I'd only slept a little over an hour, it seemed. I heard the shower running down the hall, and pondered if she would mind if I joined her. Probably not, I reasoned.
I sat up and was surprised when the bed sheet clung to my back before falling away with a strange pulling sensation on my skin. I looked back at the bed and saw little red dots and stripes where I had been laying. I remembered her nails on my back and thought "aw.. shit."
I gathered up the bed sheets and carried them downstairs to the utility room. After chucking them in the washing mashing, hoping that they'd come clean in the wash, I padded back upstairs and grabbed fresh sheets from the linen closet. I'd managed to wash acrylic paint out of the sheets more than once, hopefully I'd be just as lucky with relatively fresh blood stains.
