Chapter 103: score to settle 4
"Your shot," Nora told him, heading towards the far side of the table.
Robbie watched her go and loved the way her shirt clung to her back and how the water made her pants sag even more. He wanted to use his tongue to lick her dry. He focused and saw the cue ball was nearly in the middle of the table, and the eight ball at the far end. It was a stretch for him, and then Nora complicated things even further by bending over, facing him, from the other direction to stare at the cue ball from behind the eight.
While that was not so difficult in itself, the way her wet shirt hung from her chest, the neckline stretching and letting him see all the way down to her belly through the valley between her breasts, made him forget all about playing pool for a long moment. She cleared her throat and he jumped a little, then she grinned sheepishly. He shot, hitting the eight straight on instead of at an angle. It bounced off the end rail and right back into the cue ball, stopping both so that they were resting within an inch of each other.
"Aw shit," Robbie muttered. Not because he had missed, but because he had forgotten to pick truth or dare again.
Nora grinned. "What do you think, Rob? Should this be a truth or a dare?"
Robbie shrugged. "I guess it's your call."
She looked at him, coming around the table as she did, and tapped her chin thoughtfully. "You sure do look uncomfortable," she said, gazing at him.
Robbie shrugged on the outside. On the inside he practically screamed in agreement with her.
"Would you like to fix him?" Nora asked.
Robbie found himself nodding, what remained of his sense of propriety being the only thing that had kept him from reaching into his pants and rearranging himself the entire time now.
"Would you like me to help?" Nora asked, even quieter.
Robbie's eyes widened. His head was still nodding so he stopped it, suddenly feeling as though he was standing over a precipice. He took a hefty drink of cold beer, noticing that Nora had stepped closer to him while he sought counsel in the alcohol.
"You already asked a truth question," Robbie gasped, stopping her before she crossed a line he honestly did not know if he was ready to have crossed.
Nora looked at him and smiled. She held up her finger and wagged it at him reproachfully. "Alright, I'll give you that one," she said.
She spun around, surprising him, and leaned over quickly, pool stick in hand. Her ass pushed against his upper thighs, pushing him back a step but not until her left cheek had brushed against the tip of his member buried beneath his jeans.
"Jesus," Robbie muttered, stumbling to keep his balance. He stared at her ass, realizing how close he had been, and very nearly stepped back up to rub himself against her. Only a quick shake of his head stopped him.
The balls were too close to one another for Nora to do anything with them, especially considering she drove the cue ball directly into the eight. Predictably, both went nowhere, save that the white and the eight ball ended up separated by at least four inches and were a few inches further away from the end rail of the table.
"Kind of chilly down here," Nora said, turning to face Robbie and raising herself to a standing position after her shot.
"Is it?" Robbie asked, glancing at her still rock hard nipples. He suspected them capable of cutting glass, so hard were they. "That's odd, I feel pretty warm."
"I could turn up the heat," Robbie suggested.
Nora laughed at how hard he was trying to sound coy.
"Or maybe you've just caught a chill in that wet shirt," he said.
"Maybe," she said, a sparkle in her eyes.
"I dare you," Robbie began, then hesitated a moment. He told himself he was prolonging the suspense to keep Nora on edge, but the reality was he was shoring up his own courage to actually go through with it and say it. "To warm up a bit."
Nora blinked, then laughed. "That's your dare?"
Robbie nodded, his mouth suddenly dry. He finished his beer, hoping to resolve the situation. It did not seem to work.
"Care to suggest how I do that?" Nora asked him.
Robbie looked at the remaining two beers and desperately wanted one. He looked back at Nora and grinned. "I could go get you a towel... but that'd take time," he said, dancing around the topic. "Or you could always air dry."
Once he had finally said it, Nora grinned widely and reached down to the sides of her shirt. She began to slowly drag the sodden thing up her belly then paused and half turned around. "It's stuck to my skin... will you help?" she asked.
Robbie nodded, unable to talk again, and stepped closer to her. He reached for the back of her shirt when she suddenly turned to face him again. His hand landed on her side, his warm palm against the cool wet flesh just above her hip.
Nora's hand dropped on top of his, trapping it against her. After a moment he hesitatingly brought his other hand up and placed it on her other side. Her hand joined his, her soft skin feeling otherworldly against him. She pulled his hands up her side and in on her belly, until he felt the wet bundle of fabric that was the bottom of her shirt.
"Just lift it up," she whispered, staring into his eyes.
Robbie nodded and lifted, his fingers and palms sliding against her skin and his thumbs catching the wet fabric. He felt as though he was watching what was happening from another place, so surreal was it. Then his fingers bumped into something, something that halted his progress. Nora gasped, a smile on her lips and in her eyes.
"Keep going, this is where it gets stuck," she murmured.
Robbie continued to push, his fingers pressing into the firm but pliant flesh of her breasts. Nora gently twisted his hands so that they slid up and over her mounds of flesh. Both of them gasped when the felt the rigid flesh of her nipple brush against his skin. Nora's guiding hands pushed his into her more firmly, all the while slowing his ascent.
Robbie wanted to take her sensitive flesh between his fingers and gently twist, roll, and pinch them, then bury his face in her chest and lavish them with attention. He resisted though, knowing he could not do it. He should not have been doing what he was, but he justified his actions in that he was just helping her with her shirt, she was the one that was guiding his hands.
Reluctantly for both of them, his hands passed above her breasts and left them behind. Nora raised her arms and Robbie pulled her shirt up and off of her, then let it fall to the ground. She lowered her arms and stared at him, a contented smile on her face. "Thanks Rob," she whispered, leaning into him on her tiptoes and kissing him on the lips so softly and quickly that it was as if she had barely touched him.
She backed away then and went over to the end table, grabbing up a beer and bringing it back to him. She handed it to him as he stood there, blood pounding in his head and colorful spots flashing in his vision. In spite of them he watched her as she walked, his eyes drinking in her lithe form and the way her breasts moved with each step. He moaned so softly she barely heard him.
Beer in hand, he had something to focus on. He opened it and guzzled nearly half of it in a single pull. He pulled it away and stared at the pool table, shaking his head to try and regain a little clear headed focus. It was pointless, but it made him feel better.
He looked at the eight ball and took all of the hormones raging through him and focused them into the thrust that sent the cue ball rocketing into it. He hit it at just enough of an angle that the eight rocketed off, bouncing against three walls and near a corner, though not dangerously so. The cue ball, of course, ended up in the side pocket.
"I dare you to let me help you," Nora said, standing beside Robbie as he straightened.
"Help me what?" Robbie asked, turning to face her and staring down into her beautiful brown eyes.
"Help you with this," she said, stepping closer and letting her hip rub against him.
Robbie gasped at the sudden sensation, and before he could do anything more about it, she descended, dropping to her knees and making certain that she rubbed her belly and then her breasts against his taught jeans along the way.
Once there, with her face at his waist level, she inhaled and could just faintly make out his manly musky scent. She slid her hands up his legs, starting at his shins, and accelerated her left hand so it reached up to his hip and brushed against his lower abdomen before descending to meet her other hand at his protruding bulge.
He stared down at her, lost amidst a sea of longing, and watched as she leaned in and opened her lips to let her tongue slip out. It touched the wet spot at the tip of his cock and traced the vague outline of the head of it, then her lips closed on it and she sucked, making him jerk a little as he felt her suction through his pants and his boxers.
Her hands worked him then, working through the fabric. She rubbed up and down his length, each topical stroke shifting his position in his pants and raising him so it could assume a more natural state. With each passing moment of reduced constriction fresh blood flooded into it as well, hardening it under her hands.
In a few moments she pouted because he was straight up and down, somewhat concealed by the button and zipper of his jeans. From her stroking she also knew that his jeans alone could not contain him, but the shirt he wore, a Henley, was tucked in and conspiring against her.
She let her hands drop into her lap and rose up, twisting away from him and back to the table. Robbie stared at her and did a double take, he was not sure how, but in her descent and rise at some point her sweatpants had managed to descend in the back even further. A full ¾ of her ass was available for his viewing pleasure. He stared at it, praying for a glimpse of the sacred treasure buried between her heavenly cheeks.
She bent over the table, her cheeks parting, and Robbie stared unabashedly at her. Her cheeks spread as her legs parted, something she did knowingly while looking back at him over her shoulder, but Robbie was denied his prize as it remained hidden. He almost cursed out loud when he heard the soft crack of the cue ball hitting the eight ball.
He looked up sharply, and grinned when he saw it bank off the rail and bounce against the edge of the other rail next to the corner, coming to a stop an inch from the pocket.
"Damn," Nora said, although she did not sound terribly convincing. She straightened back up and turned to face him. "You were right, it is warm down here," she said, fanning her face for effect.
"Then you'd better cool off some more," Robbie advised. Then, to make it official he said, "I dare you to finish that bottle of water."
Noreen winked at him and reached over to grab it off the far edge of the table. She stretched and pinned her closest leg against the pool table while her other leg lifted off the floor. Robbie watched as her sweatpants slid down the one cheek a little more. As she stretched her cheeks parted slightly and he thought that, for a tiny moment before she cried out triumphantly, that he had caught a shadowy glimpse of something. Naturally, rather than feeling ecstatic or triumphant, it made him crave more.
She turned back to him and raised the water bottle. The twinkle in her eyes was stronger than ever as she matched his gaze. The bottle, unwatched by both of them, tilted above her and spilled its contents on to her shoulder and chest. The water splattered off her a little, but mostly ran down her beautiful curves. Rivulets tried to ascend the mounds of her breasts, but mostly it flowed through the valley between them. That is until she shifted the bottle so each breasts was freshly painted with the shimmering water.
Movement below caused Robbie's eyes to shift down her flat stomach. The bottle was empty by now and only a little water dripped from the undersides of her breasts, but the damage had been done. Her sweatpants were sodden with water and so heavy that they slowly, torturously, shifted from the precarious position they occupied on her hips. Nora twisted her hips a little and hunched them forward ever so slightly, aiding gravity as it reclaimed them.
Rob gasped when they gave way, falling after a last moment of hesitation. To his great dismay, her legs were together now and that along kept them bunched up where her impossibly long legs joined... the union that he had been all but begging to see all along. To her credit though, he did not see any hair on her flesh, which only added to his desire to drool on himself.
"All gone," Nora said, dropping the empty water bottle beside her. She turned around, keeping her legs together, and looked down. "That was silly, mom and dad taught us never to litter."
Robbie moaned when she bent over at the hips, keeping her legs straight. Her cheeks spread just enough to once again give him a glimpse of her asshole, but the bunched up fabric shadowed it too much. One of his legs lifted and started forward but he stopped himself. He felt his pulse throbbing through him, and felt an incredible desire to thrust his hips forward against the resistance his pants provided. A fresh wet spot was growing, this time above his jeans and on his shirt where it was tucked into his pants.
Looking back at him from where she was bent over, Nora felt none of the effects of the cool water. She was on fire from how turned on she was. The earlier orgasm had done nothing to take the edge off, and now her soaked sweatpants only got in her way. She longed to be rid of them, and she knew Robbie was feeling the same way. She did want to see him though. Wanted to see his dick. She wanted more than that, of course, but she was willing to take things one step at a time.
Nora lifted one leg and set it back down, opening up her legs. The sweatpants fell as she did so, and Robbie's eyes bulged as he did everything in his power to commit what he was seeing to memory in slow motion. Nora straightened as well, minimizing her exposure to less than a handful of seconds. The tease left Robbie's nostrils flared with desire and his brain short-circuiting.
"Rob?"
Robbie shook his head. She had said something... asked him for something. "What?" he stammered, his eyes capturing every inch of her beautiful flesh as she turned to face him and let him gaze upon her. She stepped out of her saturated sweats and kicked them towards the wall, giving him another tantalizing glimpse of the pink flesh at her hairless crotch.
"I said I'm chilly, can I borrow your shirt to dry off? It'd be gentlemanly of you," Nora said sweetly.
Robbie nodded, then realized he needed to act as well as respond. He yanked his shirt over his shoulders quickly and handed it to her, displaying his own well muscled frame. Nora smiled and winked, admiring her brother's body almost as much as he was admiring hers. She took the shirt and mopped up the water on her torso, patting herself dry, then found the wet spot he had made on it and lifted it up to her face.
"Mmm, you made a mess," she said, then inhaled the fabric in her mouth and sucked on it until she had captured every last hint of taste from it.
"I bet you taste awesome," she said, looking at the swollen purple head of his dick that was poking out above his jeans. It glistened with the wetness that slowly seeped out of it.
Robbie shrugged, at a loss for words but knowing that he had to do something quick, or he would quite possibly be suffering from the most painful case of blue balls in the history of mankind.
"Do you wanna shoot?" Nora asked again, her innocent words betrayed by the hungry look on her face and the way she licked her lips.
Robbie grinned. "Yes!" he said, his eyes going to her breasts and imagining what they would look like, covered with his cum.
Nora slid her hand up her side and cupped her breast, her fingers finding her nipple and pinching it between them. She stepped out of the way to the table and said, "Then do it... and hope you put it in the hole."
Robbie shuffled up to the table, setting his beer down after draining it. He bent over, grimacing a little at the discomfort his engorged cock caused him, and aimed at the eight ball. It was an easy shot, but the vision of his naked sister beside him kept making him pause to glance at her. His head was in the clouds, from both lust and alcohol, and his balls felt tight and heavy. Finally he just lined up and took the shot, and was amazed and a little disappointed when the eight ball dropped in the pocket and the cue ball did not follow it in.
The nine ball was a straight shot down the rail. Unfortunately, the side pocket was between the cue ball and the nine ball, complicating matters. Robbie focused on the ball and aimed carefully. Ready to shoot, he glanced up at his sister and grinned.
"What happens when I sink this?" He asked her.
"First make the shot, then we'll figure that out," Nora told him.
Robbie grinned again, spent another moment lecherously staring at her nudity, and then took the shot. The cue ball hit the edge of the side pocket and streaked across the table, ruining his chance at victory. Robbie glanced up at her, embarrassed for the shit talking he had done, only to find that she had moved.
Nora was there, somehow. He had not noticed her moving, but he had been pretty intent on his shot. Somehow she was behind him, and when he straightened his back brushed against the hard nubs of her nipples.
She moaned approvingly and he jumped, startled by her proximity. He turned to face her but did not add any distance to the few inches between them. "Well?"
She licked her lips and looked down at him, eyes traveling over his muscled chest and stomach to the head of his cock that still poked out of his pants. "You look uncomfortable... he looks uncomfortable."
Robbie nodded. "Yeah, kinda."
"So lose the pants," she said.
Robbie blinked. "Lose my pants?"
"Yeah, I'm naked... you should be to," she explained. "Come on Robbie, I dare you to get naked with me."
Robbie grinned, no longer denying his urges. His hands went to the button on his jeans but Nora's hands captured his and stopped him. "Oops, I forgot something."
"What?" Robbie asked, confused and feeling as though his hopes were about to be dashed against the rocks.
"I dare you to let me help you get naked with me."
"Oh," Robbie said, his grin returning full force. "Um... okay!"
Nora stepped up to him and pressed her breasts against his chest. She slid down his body slowly, much as she had before only closer this time. She made sure her belly first, then the valley between her breasts, rubbed against the underside of the head of his cock every inch of the way. She could feel his pre-cum against her skin, lighting off fires within her.
On her knees, her face directly in front of his crotch, Nora licked her open lips and stared at his turgid member. She leaned forward but stopped herself moments before her tongue touched him. She looked up and saw Robbie staring down at her, unmasked desire plainly evident on his face. She pulled her head back just in time to avoid the lurch forward his hips made involuntarily. She smiled and shook her head, relishing the sexiness of the moment.
Her hands slid up his jeans again and once again met at the union of his legs. Pretending ignorance, she rubbed his balls and his shaft through his jeans before moving to the button. She continued her clumsy approach, letting her fingers brush against the head of his cock while she fumbled with the button. At long last it came loose, but not until after she had managed to squeeze out a drop of his essence on the side of her finger.
She pulled her finger to her mouth and, staring him directly in the eyes, she sucked it into her mouth. She savored the drop of his pre-cum, spreading it on her tongue and rubbing it into the roof of her mouth. Finally she withdrew her finger and stuck out her tongue, showing him that there was no sign of his liquid within her mouth; she had merged it with herself, blending their essences.
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