by Amanda Wals
Pulling her hair to the side, I began kissing the back of her neck and working my way down to her shoulders. I kept kissing her, watching the muscles of her back tense up as my lips played over them, gliding slowly and gently down. My fingers hooked into the sides of her panties and pulled them down as I settled on my knees. She moaned as my lips touched the small of her back. I brought my hands up to cup the globes of her beautiful ass, kneading them slightly. I could smell her arousal, her scent filling my lungs with anticipation. I unconsciously licked my lips.
Amy leaned over, supporting herself on the drafting table and parting her legs to allow me better access. I spread her ass cheeks and exhaled a breath of air across her softly parted folds. She gasped above me. I leaned in and kissed the back of her inner thigh, watching it twitch in response. I angled my face to the other thigh and gave it a light lick before pulling away.
"Mmm... you're a mean brother." She groaned in frustration. "Teasing me like that."
I smiled to myself behind her. I loved drawing out the last moments before I touched her. If that made me a mean brother, I'd learn to deal with it. I dropped one hand from her ass and caressed the inner thigh that I had kissed, bringing my hand up to the point of almost touching her already glistening pussy. I heard her suck in a breath and hold it, expecting my touch, and angled my hand at the last second so that my fingers never touched her pussy and brought my hand back down her thigh. The disappointed groan from above me was all I had hoped for.
"I'll remember this." She threatened.
"Says the one who started this." I replied, sending another warm breath across her lips. My hand moved back up to part her ass cheeks again, and I took in the sight of her beautiful pussy and the rosebud above it. It was just too inviting. My tongue licked down her slit, making her jolt as if I had zapped her with electricity.
"Oh yessssssssssss." She gasped, gripping the sides of the table, and lightly pressing her ass back toward me. My tongue parted her labia, drinking in the hot fluids that poured from her. I leaned forward, thrusting my tongue deeper into her. As I drew my tongue back, I impulsively did something I'd never done before with anyone. I ran my tongue along her puckered rosebud.
"WOAHSHIT!" She yelped and flinched away from me in shock.
"That was my asshole." She stared at me wide eyed.
"Sorry, I just saw it and suddenly wanted to taste all of you. Guess I shouldn't have?" I muttered, slightly embarrassed. She visibly relaxed.
"Don't be." She said, "I was just surprised is all. No one's ever done that to me before." She turned back toward the table, parted her legs even farther than before, and bent over as seductively as she could.
I ran my hands over her hips, leaned in and began planting kisses on her warm lips. I felt her clit with just the tip of my tongue, and she shuddered. My tongue made a lap around it twice, then ran back the full length of her slit. In moments, we were back to our rhythm and I could feel her desire radiating from her warm center.
"You.. uhnnn... can do it again." She groaned. "If you want." I kept my focus on licking her beautiful, aromatic pussy, thrusting my tongue as deep into her as it would reach, not wanting to break the mood again. It was a different experience going down on her from behind like this, her anatomy being positioned the opposite of what I was accustomed to when eating her out. After a few moments, she slightly bent her knees, lowering her ass the tiniest bit. Taking this as a sign she did wish for me to repeat my earlier action, I slid my tongue the full length of her pussy and kept going up to her tiny puckered hole.
She didn't flinch away this time. I watched it twitch slightly in response to my touch. My hands lightly gripped her hips as my tongue traced the perimeter of her asshole. She sighed and put a hand to her breast. I applied a little gentle pressure and felt my tongue penetrate her just the tiniest bit.
"Oooooohhh.." she hissed. "that feels.. different."
"Should I stop?" I asked, pulling away slightly and planting kisses across her beautiful ass.
"God, no. Do whatever you want to me." She gasped.
I brought my hand up to rub her slit, gliding a finger into her as my tongue bathed her rear entrance again. She moaned above me and began to quiver. I rubbed her clit lightly with one of my fingers as I pumped a second one inside her, my tongue prodding gently just above them. Amy's hips pushed back toward me, trying to get more of me into her. I complied, increasing my hand and tongue pressure until I was penetrating both of her holes.
"So close." She moaned.
I intensified my hand's efforts on her pussy, while my other hand roamed her back and hips. I kept tonguing her asshole, finally inserting it as far as I could and dragging it out slowly in a circular motion. Her orgasm hit her hard as she released a long series of muffled moans, and she bucked away from me, dropping to her knees. Only then did I notice she'd covered her mouth with one of her arms trying not to cry out. I sat back, watching her beautiful form gasp for breath as she came down from it. I couldn't help smiling softly. I loved and marveled that I could do this to her.
I went to wrap my arms around her, but she motioned me away. She had done this once before after a particularly strong orgasm, telling me later that it was just too much sensation at that moment. I knew better than to take offense and pulled myself, smiling, up into my office chair to let her recover. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. They opened again a few moments later when I felt her straddle me in the chair.
Amy's arms wrapped around my neck as she looked deep in my eyes, her throat and chest still flushed from the orgasm I'd given her.
"You, my dear brother, are fucking amazing." She whispered softly.
"Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you." I replied. Without meaning to, I inhaled sharply as I felt my cock brush against her pussy. She grinned and ground her hips against mine, increasing our contact.
"I need my big brother's big dick inside me." She groaned in my ear. "The hell with our rules tonight. I need it."
As if she felt I needed convincing, she thrust her hips toward me, raising herself up at the same time so that her nipples grazed my chest. She knew the effect this had on me, and if she didn't, the feel of my cock's lurch against her mound should have left no doubt. I shifted my hips a bit when she rose up again, and felt the head slide between her wet lips.
"Ooohhhh yessss." She purred as my dick made its way into her tight canal. I released a groan of my own.
I dipped to take one of her breasts in my mouth, bathing her nipple with my tongue. She moaned almost too loudly and caught herself. Amy began rocking herself up and down, impaling herself on my cock. I closed my lips around her nipple and tugged gently, hearing her react with a whimper. Tilting my head back, I brought my hand up to cup the back of her head and draw her lips down to meet mine.
Our tongues sought each other out, hungrily darting around in each others mouths exploring every crevice. We both groaned into each other as I thrust up to into her.
"You are so goddamned gorgeous, Amy." I breathed, breaking contact with her mouth a moment. "I'm so lucky to have you."
"You'll always have me, sweetheart. I'm so yours." She whimpered in my ear, gasping softly, as her thrusts increased.
After a few minutes, her thrusts stopped momentarily, and she slid her hands back to rest on my knees, arching her back away from me. With her hands on my knees like that, her beautiful breasts were thrust upward toward me and I could see the lust filled expression on her face. She began moving up and down again, her chest heaving, breasts bouncing. The sight of my beautiful baby sister bouncing on my dick like that nearly made me come on the spot. I felt cemented in place, my attention focused on her amazing tits and beautiful face.
Amy brought a hand up to cup one of her breasts, pulling on her own nipple and moaning as she impaled herself on me over and over. It may have been the sexiest thing I had ever seen, and the sharp gasp of air I inhaled made her grin. She knew what she was doing to me.
"Fucking hell, you lo
ok sexy like that, baby." I breathed.
She brought her head up to meet my gaze, an intense, predatory look in her eyes. Her body rocked forward again to regain her balance. She gave me a hungry, lustful smile as she cupped the breast in her hand and brought it up to her lips. Her tongue snaked out over her nipple, her shimmering eyes closing momentarily as she moaned into her own nipple. My dick throbbed appreciatively, and she cocked an eyebrow, acknowledging that she felt it happen. She gave her nipple another lick and wrapped her lips around the little nub. A whimper escaped her as her lips held her nipple in place and her hand dropped away. My hand shot up to replace it, holding her breast for her and the corners of her mouth curled in a small smile. She released her nipple only to give me another hungry look.
My head shot forward, my tongue rocketing out to lick the underside of the same nipple she had licked. Our tongues wrestled with each other for a second around her nub, sharing the licking duty on her breast. Her eyes went wide at that, and I felt a warm rush of fluid against my crotch. She locked my mouth to hers, breast forgotten, in a bid to silence the scream threatening to break out of her throat. My hands dropped to her hips, pulling her onto my dick as hard and tight as I could. Blood was rushing in my ears as I felt the first surge of my semen burst forth deep into her. She let out a high pitched cry, her hot breath forcing its way into my lungs, as rope after rope of my semen splashed inside her. Her vagina held my dick like a vice, pulsing around it, her own orgasm rocking her body as strongly as my own. As she continuously shook against me, her hands gripped my shoulders with a fierce intensity. Finally, after what felt like a glorious eternity, our lips broke contact and she collapsed against me, her head on my shoulder.
I held her to me, breathing raggedly. As I regained my senses from the incredible release I had just had, I was struck once again by the realization that I'd never been with anyone who even compared to Amy. She was, without question, the most amazing lover I'd ever had. She was always telling me that I was full of surprises, but she seemed to blow my mind on a daily basis. She certainly had blown me away tonight.
Her breathing began to slow against me, and I began to wonder if she was awake. I resented that our parents were home. I really wanted to carry her to my bed and cradle her all night. I loved her more deeply than I had ever loved anyone. The risk of one of our parents coming upstairs to look for either one of us was kind of remote, but still a real possibility. One of her hands moved up behind me and she ran her fingers gently through my hair. I guess she was awake, after all.
"I really, really needed that." She whispered dreamily against my neck. I couldn't see her face, but I could feel from the way her lips brushed my skin that she was smiling. She kissed the side of my neck affectionately.
"Makes two of us." I replied. "You made me need it a hell of a lot more by the end, though."
"You liked my little show?" She asked, a playful tone in her voice.
"God, yes. It was incredible."
"After that move you pulled, I felt like trying something I'd never done before either. I'm glad you enjoyed it." Amy pulled away from my shoulder enough to meet my lips in a smiling kiss.
"Did you enjoy what I did?" I asked, just a little hesitant.
She blushed visibly at my question, and looked away at the floor.
"Yeah, I did. I enjoy everything you do to me." Her eyes shifted back to meet mine. I saw the emotion swirling in them. "I love you so much, Adam. I really do."
"I love you too." I responded, giving her a kiss of my own. We held each other a while longer, before she begrudgingly climbed off of me and went to the bathroom.
It wasn't until I was left sitting in my chair alone that I saw the India ink dripping from the drafting table. Somewhere along the way, we had knocked over the uncapped bottle of ink. So much for that drawing. I pulled my shorts on and set about cleaning it up. Thankfully, there hadn't been much on the drafting table to get ruined. I smiled to myself, thinking that a year ago, I would have wanted to kick Amy's ass for knocking over a bottle of India ink like that. At the moment, I felt like it was more than worth it.
Amy, wearing her robe again, got back in time to find me on my hands and knees scrubbing ink off of the floor.
"What hap- Oh!" She asked as realization sank in. "Sorry about that."
"No big deal."
She dropped down next to me and used the washcloth she had brought to clean up our other mess from the chair and the floor. Something about the two of us on our knees cleaning next to one another struck her as amusing and she gave me a playful shove. I ignored her just long enough to finish cleaning, then pinned her to the floor with my hand over her mouth while I tickled the living shit out of her with the other. She thrashed like wild, screaming into my hand but muffled enough to not wake the house. Once I could felt she was sufficiently harassed, I let her up.
"Meanie." She pouted.
"As if." I laughed. I reached over to where she was sitting on the floor and brushed the mess of her hair from her face to behind her ear. My hand slid down to cup her cheek and she nuzzled her face into it.
"I whine about it a lot, but it is torture that I have to go to bed alone every night while the love of my life is only 30 feet away." She sighed, her eyes still closed. "Especially after an amazing night like this."
"That must really suck. I can't imagine what that would be like." I quipped. Her eyes shot open and narrowed at me. She was right, but I had a sense of duty to be a wise ass. Reputation to uphold and all that.
"You jackass. I'm being serious."
"I could ask if mom will let us move your shit to the basement. It would give me a room to use for an art studio up here and add at least another 50 feet of distance for you."
She fought hard not to grin, but I could see the muscles on the side of her mouth twitching upward.
"Kiss my ass, damn it."
"Uhm... I kind of alrea-" I started.
"Oh, shut the fuck up!" She laughed, cutting me off at the same time, and turned crimson at the same time. "I set myself up for that one, I admit."
"By the way, I thought it was pretty funny the way you turned 'whoa, shit' into one word earlier." My grin widened.
"Damn it, you are in a mood, aren't you?" She scooted over against me where I sat with my back against the bed. "You always make me laugh."
"I try. I like your laugh."
"What am I gonna do with you?" She asked.
"I'm pretty sure you've done a lot more with me than any sister is supposed to do." I replied. "Not that I mind."
"Well, I'm pretty sure brothers aren't supposed to do most of what you do to me either." She pulled my arm around her in a snuggle.
"Want me to stop?" I teased.
"Not in the least. I never want you to stop."
"Good."
We hung out until we could barely keep our eyes open. Finally, I walked her to her room and tucked her into bed. She made a show of not letting me leave. She pouted when I made myself go to the door to leave.
"Adam." She called softly when my hand touched her door facing.
"What?" I glanced back at her.
She'd pulled the covers down and removed her top. She held one of her breasts in her hand and as soon as she saw me look back, she gave her nipple a long, sexy lick. Releasing it, my goddamned tease of a baby sister gave me a seductive wink. I stared at her hard for a moment, trying to will myself to head for the door.
"Still want to go?" She asked as innocently as she could.
"No, brat. I don't." I sighed, but I left anyway. I could hear her chuckle as I closed her bedroom door behind me. I was still smiling to myself when my face hit the pillow in my own room.
Part Four.
I hate waiting in airports. And I really hated them this particular morning. It was just after five in the morning and I was stuck sitting in an uncomfortable chair, sipping mediocre coffee and trying to wake up. I'd managed to sleep about an hour and a half the night before and was feeling it. Amy was sitting in
the seat across from me, dozing off with her head leaning on our mother's shoulder. Our father was reading the paper, about as cheerfully as he ever appeared, while waiting for the boarding call. I wanted to be back home in bed, and I wanted Amy's head on my shoulder. But neither of those things were going to happen at the moment. I knew I was just being grumpy, having only slept a couple of hours the previous night, and occupied myself with trying to find a song on my phone worth listening to at this hour. Giving up, I stood up and paced to the large windows facing the tarmac. It was far too early for this, I thought to myself, as I polished off my coffee and went for a refill. The plane wouldn't be boarding for another hour and a half or so. Dad's impatience could be infuriating.
As I waited in the short line for my coffee, I felt a hand slip around my waist from behind. Startled, I spun around and stared in Amy's momentarily alarmed eyes.
"I just wanted a quick hug." She rocked back on her heel a half step. I cut my eyes back toward the waiting area and realized we were well out of the line of sight from our parents. She realized what I was doing and gave me a grin.
"I'm not stupid, you know. It's okay."
"Sorry, I'm not awake yet." I relaxed a little and gave her a hug. "I thought you were asleep."
"Just resting my eyes. I saw you head over here and wanted a hug. May not be much chance for that this week." Her smile was back.
"Yeah, I'm not looking forward to that part." I half grumbled as I paid for my coffee, then added. "Want anything?"
"Blueberry muffin?"
"You got it." I replied and paid the cashier.
"Thanks." She took the muffin and headed back to sit with our parents a few feet ahead of me.
