Chương 1030: pt-2
I woke to find Lisa watching me with her molten brown eyes.
'Good morning, sleepyhead.'
She was bright and alert, and the shadows that had been under her eyes for the past week had disappeared. 'You surprise me,' I said. ' I thought you'd have the mother of all hangovers this morning.'
'Nope. Not even a hint of one. You, on the other hand, look like you were dragged through a hedge backwards.'
'It's sperm build up,' I replied, wondering if I could keep a straight face. 'If I don't have sex regularly it builds and builds until it eventually it fills my head and I get a headache.'
Lisa's eyes crinkled in amusement. 'Ha, ha! Then I'm guessing you have a constant headache.'
'I do, I do.'
'You must have blood build up too, judging by the woody that was poking in to my back half the night.' She moved her hand quickly to brush my groin, a fleeting touch before snatching her fingers back to her side of the bed. 'Jesus! That's some swelling there...so what are you going to do about it?'
The touch of my sister's fingers caused me to harden even more. 'A more sensible question would be what are you going to do about it.'
'Sounds like a personal problem. Nothing to do with me.'
'Actually, it's everything to do with you.'
Lisa laughed, a few musical notes that reminded me of the old days. 'Nice try, buster, but you're still my brother and the answer's still no.'
'I'll renounce brotherhood. I'm happy to be whoever you want me to be for the next hour or so.'
'Kind thought, but genetics are genetics and I'm still married.'
'Then renounce your vows - but do it quickly.' I regarded her expression. 'You're not convinced, are you?'
'Not a bit. Your problem, your solution.'
'So you'd have me relieve myself solo? That's pretty sad.'
'Not at all. I do it all the time. If you feel the need, go for your life.'
My hand slid to my cock and encircled it, enjoying its rigidity and warmth. 'I might just do that.' I regarded her. 'Aren't you going to get out of my bed to give me a bit of privacy?'
She shook her head. 'Actually it's my bed, and you're in it with no clothes on for reasons I don't quite understand. If you want privacy the bathroom is that way.'
'I can't walk - my ankles are full of spunk too.'
'Then your situation is clearly desperate, and there's not a second to be lost. You'll have to relieve yourself here.' Her eyes were still on my face, as bright as a Squirrel's, and I suddenly understood she was just as horny as me. 'Just pretend you're on your own.'
'You're going to watch? Isn't that contrary to your marriage vows?'
'Window shopping is fine, Mike. Sampling the goods is not.'
'Ah - right.' My hand was moving, sliding up and down the shaft under the bedclothes. The thought of my little sister watching me stroke myself was a powerful stimulant and I knew it wouldn't take long. But what was she going to do?
I found out a moment later when she seized the bedclothes and flung them back, her eyes seeking out the plum-coloured head of my cock four fingers' width from the grip of my hand, and the eye oozing a thin stream of lubricant over the hot purple flesh. For a moment her eyes widened and then her eyelids closed slightly to give the hooded expression I remembered so well, and the breath hissed from between her teeth.
'He's just like I remember,' she whispered.
'Hardly used since then. Are you sure -'
'I'm sure.' A moment's hesitation. 'Do it for me, Mike, and I'll do it for you,' she whispered, 'but no touching.' She wriggled across the bed and lay beside me, looking down at me as I played with myself. Her hair cascaded over my shoulder in a fragrant cloud and her free hand slid under the elastic of her panties, the wrist undulating slowly.
'Tell me what you're thinking,' she murmured.
'About you...about that night.'
'What about it? Tell me!'
'How you took me in your mouth and how your lips looked stretched around me. I've never forgotten...I never will. It excites me just to think about it.'
She was silent for a few moments and wondered if I'd misjudged what she wanted. I guess my mind was trying to catch up with the sudden turn of events, too: last night she'd made it clear that intimacy was unwelcome but suddenly she was enticing me to play with my cock while she watched. So what was going on? And did she really want me to tell her what I was thinking? Skillfully painted words whispered between two people was a heartbeat away from doing them, and I wondered how that would fit into the boundaries she had set.
'Did I do it right?' she whispered at length.
'It was perfect...perfect.' It had been too: the soft wetness of her mouth moving, moving, sliding back and forth on the shaft. Spit and love juice escaping from the corners to dribble over her chin and hang in slimy strands; the tightness of her throat as she took me in deep, and then the fluttering tongue as it lapped my glans. I remembered how slim her hand had looked as it gripped the hard, suffused flesh of my cock, and the brightness of her eyes as they watched my face.
'How would you have fucked me, Mike? Tell me what you would have done.' A green light to go ahead. Window shopping and explicit descriptions, then. My cock swelled even harder.
'Doggie,' I whispered, and my brain was filled with the image. My sister crouching, bending forward over the arm of a chair with her legs apart and the tight little cheeks of her butt thrust back. The light shining on the wet gash between those perfect thighs and her fingernails a delicate shade of pink as she drew her lips apart. 'I'd have fucked you doggie.'
'Tell me,' she demanded again, and her voice was breathless. I could hear the soft sound of her pussy as her fingers moved over it, and the image of how it might look caused a fresh dribble of juice to leak from the eye of my cock. My fist moved faster, the foreskin sliding back and forth to smear it over the hot, purple flesh.
'You're bent over the chair,' I whispered. 'The big one by the telly, and you're holding your cheeks apart. I'm behind you, Lisa, looking down at what you're showing me...your tight little pussy, the lips stretched wide and the flesh soft and wet and pink, and your little star above it. I crouch down and put my mouth over you, my tongue sliding, sliding, dipping into the hollow to flicker over it...then down to taste your cream.'
'God yes! Your tongue on my ass...on my pussy. Lap it...taste me.' Her fingers were moving quicker now, the fabric of her pants pulled aside so I could see the soft brown hairs peeping.
'I am, I am. You're like a river, Lisa, streaming juice into my mouth.' The image so real I can almost taste the flavour of her syrup on my lips.
'Fuck me now, Mike. Put your cock into me.' For a moment I thought it was an invitation but her fingers were still there, rummaging into her streaming crack. I closed my eyes and imagined.
'Are you on the pill, Lisa?'
'No, no. I've never done anything like this before.'
The image of her little rosebud fills my mind, small and clean and pink. 'Then I'll take you in the ass,' I whisper. 'Have you ever been fucked there before?'
'God, no!' her voice a silent cry of longing and I feel the thrum of her fingers under the elastic of her knickers, bringing her climax closer. My own cum is building somewhere in my brain, still in a dark corner but expanding as I paint the imagery.
'Your butt hole is wet from my spit, Lisa. I can see little bubbles of it in the wrinkles and a pool over its opening, and I hold the tip of my cock against it. Can you feel that?'
'Ah, yes,' she moans. 'Push it into me.'
'I am, I am. I can see you trying to resist me...it's so tight! But I'm leaning into you, the head of my cock pressed hard against your ring and I'm holding your hips and there's nowhere else to go but forward. And then, suddenly, your sphincter opens and I pop into you.' I glanced at her face. 'Look at my cockhead, Lisa...can you imagine how it feels inside your ass? Your ring clenched around it, throbbing as I stretch you? You're so fucking tight, Lisa...can you feel it?Her eyes were transfixed on my cock, the lids heavy and hooded, and she watched as my fist flew back and forth along the shaft. I could see her imagining the plum coloured head embedded in her ass and the tight cloying grip of her bowels as they accepted it. 'God, yes!' she whispered, 'it's so tight...ah, Jesus, I'm being stabbed!'
'And do you want it deep?
'Right into me.'
'I'm sinking into you, Lisa, and I see your ring stretching. I'm fucking you in the ass.'
In my mind I see it, the shaft slick with spit and her flesh yielding as I slide slowly into the cloying confines of her rectum. Her asshole throbs as I lever it open, a rhythmic pulse as it opens around me, and soft whimpers escape her throat. I feel the heat of her body through my rod and the wet odour of aroused cunt fills my nostrils. And then, at last, the final inch slides through her trembling ring and I am fully immersed.
'You're right inside me,' Lisa murmurs, her imagination at one with mine. 'Wait, wait...ah, hold it there. Let me adjust.'
I envisage myself crouching over her, my loins still. My little sister, pinned by my shaft like a skewered fish, her virgin flesh creaking and popping as it struggles to accommodate the fat intruder. Long moments of stillness...two figures joined, locked together like a dog and bitch on heat. And then, slowly, the pressure eases as her ring relaxes and I imagine moving again, little tentative strokes with the head buried far into her bottom. She moves with me, her hips undulating in rhythm and her whimpers turn to soft sighs and moans of pleasure.
'Can you feel it, Lisa?' my voice is hoarse in the silence of our little bedroom. 'Can you feel the long strokes into your ass?'
'I can, I can. I love it, Michael. Cum into me. Fill my ass.'
My orgasm is closer now as my imagination and her words combine. My hand moving on my shaft, each stroke matching a thrust into her bowels. The bubble expanding in my brain as I envisage filling her with my cream.
'Do you want me to cum into you?' I whisper.
Her voice is scratchy with lust. 'Yes, yes. Fill my ass.'
'It's close, Lisa...ah, ah, so close!' The bubble expanding, growing so quickly now to fill my brain. The pinpricks of light invading my senses and my hand flying up and down. My cock is so fucking hard it feels like it will explode. I hear Lisa moaning beside me, a low keening sound as her fingers bring her closer to orgasm, and the knowledge that we will cum together trips me over the edge.
The first jet of sperm burst from my cock and streaked over my belly and chest, the drops like liquid opal on my twitching flesh. I felt my sister's body go rigid beside me as she reached her own summit and I heard her thin shriek as she came. My mind was consumed by her, imagining how it might have been to spurt into her ass. Envisaging her tiny ring locked around my shaft like a steel band, clutching me in desperation as I pump my sperm into the dark confines of her bowels. I hear her cries as she spasms around me, and I can't stop...on and on and on...long ribbons of seed splattering into her delicious little body...on and on until there is nothing left but the final few dribbles oozing into her twitching tube. I hear her soft whimpers as the tempest of her orgasm fades, and I feel her anus pulsing around my shaft as it draws the final drops into her body. We are still then, the breath rasping in our chests and the sweat cool upon our bodies, and I hold her tight, still buried in her ass, and I imagine my seed in her body, thick and white.
Lisa turned her face toward me and smiled. 'Wow!' she said softly. 'You really were full of sperm.' I glanced down at my belly and saw the streaks painting my skin. There were drops of my sperm in her hair, too, and a splash upon her cheek, and I thought she had never looked so beautiful.
And afterwards we lay together in that little bed as the juices dried upon our skin and we listened to the rain on the window, each of us thinking our thoughts. I wondered at what had just happened and whether it would change anything. I thought she might tell me she loved me, or at least that we could be lovers, but she said nothing and after a little while I heard the soft sound of her sleeping breath.
*
It was almost eleven when I awoke, and the bed beside me was empty. I pulled on my clothes and hurried downstairs but the lounge was empty and the dining room was being readied for lunch.
'I saw her go out,' the publican said, in answer to my question. 'About an hour ago. I asked if she wanted an umbrella but she didn't say anything. He ducked his head a little to look out of the window at the streaming rain. 'She'll be soaking wet,' he added unnecessarily.
I told him we wanted the room for another night and I headed into town in the car to find her. It's a small place, Thirlmere: a single street, really, with half a dozen shops and general store, and I found her nursing an empty coffee cup in the local café. She looked up as I entered but didn't say anything and I sat at the table and examined her.
'Christ, Lisa! You're soaking! What the hell are you doing?'
'There's no way to get home,' she said, her voice low. 'I need to get home.'
'Why? You said you weren't in a hurry.'
'I want to kill the bastard.'
'What? Who?'
'Chris. I need to get home to cut off his nuts.'
I guess the confusion showed on my face because she pushed her phone toward me. 'Open the attachment,' she said. Her eyes flickered to the other tables, to the people there. 'But keep the sound off.'
I pressed the SMS video link and after a few moments it opened: a hotel room, I guessed, with a girl kneeling on the bed whilst a figure thrust into her. Lisa took the phone from me and set it on the table between us and I watched the flickering image of the couple on the screen. 'She's with Chris,' she said.
'Are you sure?'
A nod of resignation. 'His face is clear.'
'And the girl?'
She shrugged. 'Who knows? Some schoolgirl, by the look of it.' Her eyes strayed to the writhing figures on the glowing screen. 'The bastard! '
'So it could just be a sick joke, Sis. Someone who wants to make trouble.'
She smiled at that, but her eyes were cold. 'Oh, someone wants to make trouble all right', she said. 'Her other half.' She picked up the phone and read the message in a low voice. Your husband and my wife in the local pub last night. Just thought you'd like to know.'
'How the hell did he get your number?'
Lisa shrugged. 'Does it matter?'
She was right, of course, but I was only trying to find a way to make her doubt it, to try and find an explanation that took away the anger and pain I could see in her eyes.
'I guess not. So what will you do?'
She rubbed the side of her face with her hand. 'Shit, I don't know,' she said at length. 'My first reaction was to get home and kill him, but another part of me says he's not even worth the trouble of a baseball bat to the head. Besides, if the husband knows who I am then he sure as hell knows who he is. I might get home and find the job done.'
'You should phone the police.'
'Why? The sneaky fuck deserves whatever he gets.' She lapsed into silence and I wondered if she was thinking of what we had done earlier that morning. No touching, she had said, and we hadn't really, but it had gone far beyond window shopping.
'Will you stay with him?'
'Would you, if it was your partner?'
'Not in a heartbeat.'
Lisa's fingers touched her phone and the image reappeared, flickering silently on the little glowing screen: the two figures joining and parting, moving together in silent eroticism. She regarded it for a few moments, her eyes empty. 'Whoever took this did a good job,' she said. 'They wanted me to see every detail. Look - he's bareback.' She leaned forward and her voice was low and savage. 'Fucking bareback, Mike! Look at him...in some sleazy hotel, screwing a little tart with no protection...and he would have fucked me later. Christ! I can't believe it!'
'I'm so sorry, Lisa. Really. You didn't deserve this.'
She sat back in her chair and regarded me. 'I thought when Dad died I'd finally be free...that the past would be forgotten and I could move on. But nothing changes, Mike. I married because of what happened and I'm still being punished for it.' Her mouth twisted in a grimace. 'You can almost see the old bastard in the grave, peering up at me and laughing. What was it he used to say? That I'd married above my station? I bet he would still think that, too, even though Chris has turned out to be a low life.'
I leaned forward and took her arm. 'That's bullshit, Lisa and you know it. You're much too smart to think that.'
'I don't know what to fucking think any more.'
Her face was pinched and she was shivering, although I think some of that was the reaction to what had happened. I stood up and helped her to her feet. 'Come on,' I said, 'we're going back to the room.'
She didn't resist and I led her to the car and we drove back in silence, and she went up to the room. She appeared downstairs a few minutes later, her hair still damp and looking pale and tired. I'd ordered a sandwich and she regarded it with distaste.
'I'm not hungry.'
'You need to eat. Try it anyway.'
'I need a drink.' She caught the bar tenders eye. 'A whiskey.'
We sat by the fire and the food and alcohol gradually brought a little colour into her cheeks, and she began to talk.
'A year ago I thought there might have been someone else,' she said. 'I had it out with him and he swore I was wrong...he convinced me that there was no one. For a while the nights away stopped, but they gradually came back. He told me it was work...you know, sales rep visits, trade seminars. Usually it was just one night, but sometimes it was a bit longer.' Her eyes were distant. 'I guess I now understand what he got up to, although I'll never know the full extent.'
'But you know enough.'
She nodded. 'Yes, I know enough.' Her voice turned bitter. 'Jesus, Mike! I tried...I really did. I gave up my social life and my friends and even you - all to live in that poxy little town, because I thought marriage was important.'
'Have you told him you know?'
'No. I want to see the look in his eyes when I show him the video.'
I nodded. Lisa was nothing if not up front, and although Chris Walker had been a complete dick I couldn't help feeling a twinge of pity for him when she confronted him. I'd seen her when she was in a killing mood and it wasn't pretty. He'd be lucky if his balls were still attached to his body when she'd finished.
'I'll find another place to live,' she said, 'somewhere away from Eglington.'
'You're welcome to stay with me.'
She glanced at me with bright eyes but didn't respond.
'So what about your job?' I asked.
Her mouth twisted. 'They can shove it up their ass. I hated it anyway.' She drained the last of her Scotch. 'Christ, I've drunk more with you in the last two days than the whole of last year...still, it fixed my headache.'
'So what are we going to do for the rest of the day?'
Lisa shrugged. 'I need to change into some dry clothes and I need to think - and you should check out the roads to see if we can get home.' She stood up. 'I'll see you upstairs.'
I sat for a while by the fire, thinking of what had happened, wondering if it would change anything. Last night she had looked me in the eyes and affirmed her loyalty to her husband...what were the words she used? 'He's honest and hard working, Mike, and I won't cheat on him.' Now, less than twenty-four hours later, his honesty was in ashes on the floor along with their marriage and I had splashed my sperm on my sister's face. Surely that changed everything?
My mind spun back six years, to the sight of her kneeling before me with her mouth around my cock. There'd been no doubt in my mind she would have fucked me that night, a certainty reinforced by her words at dinner last night: 'I would have gone the whole way, you know. I couldn't wait to get you inside me.' But did she feel the same way now? Was her marriage the only reason she had stayed away from me, or were there other forces at play I didn't know about? And how did I feel about it? Dreaming of fucking your delicious little sister senseless was one thing, but living with it afterwards was quite another. What would it mean if we did it?
I took a mouthful of my drink, savoring the smoky flavour of the liquor on my tongue as I considered. Tomorrow we would probably make it to her home, and Lisa would be caught up in the recriminations of a broken marriage - and I would be expected to move on to my place. When would we ever get the chance to be together again? The prospects seemed bleak.
And then I recalled something else she had said on that night, her eyes bright with lust as she explained why she liked fucking so much 'I... I love the feeling of being taken,' she'd whispered, and her voice was vibrant with passion. 'Having someone inside me, doing what he wants, stabbing me, using me... squirting inside me -'
At the time I'd been surprised she felt that way, but now the words rang in my head like a bell and the way ahead suddenly became clear. Lisa was upstairs and I was here, and opportunity was slipping away like desert sand through my fingers. If ever there was a time to be bold it was now.
And so I drained the last of my drink and set the glass on the counter, and I went upstairs to fornicate with my sister.
*
The room was empty but I could hear the shower running and her clothes were strewn on the floor: her jeans and top, dark from the rain, and a pair of panties lying in a scrap of white on the hard wooden floor. I picked them up and held them for a moment, feeling the warmth of her body retained in the weave of the fabric, pressing them to my face to capture her scent. It was there...faint but unmistakable - the odour of my sister's pussy, last breathed six years ago but never forgotten. I took the fragrant air into my lungs like an aphrodisiac whilst my free hand loosened my belt and tugged at the buttons of my shirt, pulling them free, frantic to be naked. Her essence filled my brain and my cock grew hard - ah, the scent of Lisa's cunt! That delicious little door to her body I had come so close to opening on that night, with its lips furled back and the flesh pink and wet and waiting to be filled. I had been close this morning, too, as I listened to the squish of her fingers playing with it. And now it was here again, only a dozen steps away through the bathroom door. Lisa's cunt...my sister's cunt - tight and compliant, waiting to be violated with my tongue and cock and, in time, with my seed. The thought of actually pumping my sperm into her wriggling body was a powerful aphrodisiac.
The bathroom was filled with steam but I could see her figure through the glass, faint and indistinct: the hint of a curve, the swell of a breast, the shadowed disk of an areola. Her wet hair was dark and I could see that too, framing the pale oval of her face as she lifted it to the streaming water; and I saw how her body was slim and perfect and fashioned for pleasure. Lisa, my Lisa! My hand was on the door, opening it, seeing her clearly for the first time with her face wet and her eyes wide, her mouth opening to protest. But she saw the need in my eyes and my determination too - to have and to hold her, to take what was offered all those years ago. And in her brown eyes I saw loneliness and pain and confusion of a life turned upside down, and a need for love and comfort; and I watch her swallow her words of protest and step back to give me room.
For a long time we just looked at one another, for there was no need to speak, and then I bent forward and put my lips on hers. She tasted of toothpaste and whiskey and her lips were soft, so soft, and her hands held my face as we kissed. My tongue pressed into her mouth, the tip probing, probing, dancing with hers, feeling the slickness of her mouth and the slippery hardness of her little white teeth, tasting her essence. Her body arched against me, her breasts pressing against my flesh - hard and soft and slippery all at once, the nipples stiffening into pink nubs, and my brain was filled by her. Lisa, so hot and wet and naked, with her tits pressing against me and her little sighs loud in my ears. Lisa, my delicious little sister, so ready to be taken.
She lifted her mouth from mine and her eyes were on my face. 'Jesus, Mike,' she whispered. 'What are you doing? We can't do this.'
'Of course we can,' I said. 'What is there to stop us?'
'You're my brother. Brothers don't -'
'This one does. This one has been waiting six years, and can't wait any longer.' I pressed my lips to hers again, delighting in the slippery feel of her wet skin under my fingers. Her nipples drilled into my chest like hard stones and her hands came up to draw me close. 'I asked you once if you were bad,' she breathed, 'and you are, you are.' Her lips found mine again, soft and wet, and her tongue slipped into my mouth.
A flickering collage of recollections: Lisa staring up at me, droplets of water on her skin and her mouth soft and wet, pouting, pressing against mine; fingers clasping, breath soft between her open lips. Fingers so light on my skin - touching, touching, moving downwards to grasp my hardness. Her body moving, crouching, water cascading on her head and shoulders. Looking up at me, her little face so perfect with its oval shape and button nose. A final glance so full of meaning from her honey-brown eyes, and then she bent forward and took me into her mouth.
If I live to be a hundred I'll never forget that moment. Chicks had given me head before, of course, and some of them had been great - but the sensation of sinking my turgid shaft into my sister's throat in that shabby hotel shower was beyond compare. I guess it was because I'd thought about it for so many years and had almost given up hope, or perhaps it was because she was the most exquisite girl I knew...or maybe it was the knowledge that before the afternoon was out I'd feel the tight sucking clasp of her cunt as I fucked her senseless.
Whatever the reason, I watched with hooded eyes as she opened her mouth and took me in: the bulbous head sliding between her soft wet lips and over her tongue, gliding to the narrow confines of her throat where the pink flesh of her palate captured the trembling head to hold it for a moment. Her fingers were grasping the stem, guiding it, holding me steady as she began to move back and forth...her lips tightening and loosening, her head turning slightly to vary the angle of my thrusts. The soft inside of her cheeks rubbed against the head and then the tighter, bony caress of her throat gripped me... and all the while her tongue slithered over the sensitive skin of my glans, the tip flicking like a snake's. Dab, dab, dab, pressing into the oozing hole in my cock one moment and lapping at the head the next. Dab dab dab. So wet and warm. Her spit and my juice combined in a slippery cocktail that filled her mouth and dribbled from her lips to string in slimy cords. So much juice... and I watched as she swallowed convulsively, the first of my body fluids to enter her body. Dear God, let there be more.
And then my hands were on her head, holding her, guiding the cadence of her movement. Dab, dab, dab. That flickering little tongue right on the most sensitive point of my cock...I felt it swelling even more, the head like a ripe Satsuma Plum ready to burst into her mouth and fill it with my sweetness. Christ, where did my little sister learn to do this? I opened my eyes to see her looking up at me, her eyes laughing as she understood her power. Her fingers and her mouth on her brother's prick...I was putty in her hands, and I felt the flood of my cum building in my balls.'Jesus, Lisa.' My voice was harsh and strained as the sparkling fragments of light begin to fill my brain. 'Ah, fuck...I'm going to cum.'
She pulled her lips free with a soft plop and her fingers grasped the stem, pressing hard to quell the urge. My rod looked huge against the delicate china doll features of her face. 'Not yet,' she murmured, 'we have so much more to do.' She rose smoothly to her feet, still clutching me, leading me out of the streaming water, laughing as she led me by the cock. I would have followed her anywhere.
We dried each other on the fluffy white towels and I saw her nipples were hard, so hard, the puckered flesh like sweet ripe cherries, and the lips of her cunt were swollen and furled back to reveal the soft mother-of-pearly flesh inside. So small and neat...my sister's tight little pussy. I knelt before it like an altar, my eyes feasting on her: the exquisite columns of her thighs and the little triangle of soft, wispy hair. Her sex was weeping pale tears and I put my face to it to breathe in its essence, and the tangy salt-and-oil odour fills my senses.
'Eat me, Michael,' she whispered. Her hands were in my hair, pressing my face into the moist crevice. 'Lick me out.'
Her buttocks filled my hands like little cupcakes, the flesh so firm and pliable, and I pulled my face into the juncture of her thighs. My tongue flickered over her, drawing the sweet juices into my mouth and I heard her sighs as she trembled before me. God help me, I was eating my sister, lapping at her like a dog on heat, my tongue sliding into that warm wet slot to draw the cream into my mouth.
She grasped my head, her hips retreating. 'Ah, Jesus, Mike! Easy...take it easy,' and then she pulled me back and sighed as the tip of my tongue wriggled gently into her vulva. 'Yes...yes. That's it...ah, fuck...you've no idea how good that feels! That's it...gently,' and her fingers fluttered on my head like the beating wings of a sparrow.
A sudden memory of Lisa as a teenager, naked in the bathroom of our house standing still and silent with those calm toffee eyes regarding my confusion when I burst in by mistake. A searing, snapshot moment forever burned into my memory like the touch of a hot iron on naked flesh - the sight of her body with its warm curves and breasts like ripe peaches and the silky triangle of hair set between those slim thighs, shockingly dark against the pale perfection of her skin. The day my little sister had suddenly become desirable, the day I'd started to want her.
And now here I was with my face buried in that same little silky patch and my face smeared with her juice. My little sister, feeding her brother with her cunt and loving it. Her hands were in my hair, pressing me against her, guiding the pressure and cadence as she writhed against me. I saw our reflection in the fly-blown mirror: the girl young and slim and white and the man's face pressed between her thighs, his hands curled around the tight buttocks. Her head was back, the exquisite column of her neck stretched out and her mouth was open with pleasure, little mewing sounds stealing from her lips.
I don't know how long I crouched before her, my tongue lapping, lapping, scooping her cream into my throat where it lay as thick as custard before sliding down my throat. A minute, maybe? An hour? All I knew is that I could not get enough of her...could not imagine being anywhere else than kneeling at my sister's feet with my mouth pressed against her oozing sex. I could feel her body trembling...thrumming, almost, and the clutch of her hands grew ever more frenetic until at last she seized my head and pulled it away.
'Christ!' Her whisper was hoarse. 'Jesus, Mike...no - no more. I can't take it any more.' She gazed down at me with bright eyes and I could see the same look in them as I had seen six years earlier: a consuming lust, a need to be fucked...to desperate need to feel the thickness of a cock inside her and savour the fullness that it would bring: but there was more, too - the realisation that the games we had played before were over. It was her brother she was about to take, and in doing so she was to cross a bridge beyond anything she had done before.
She led me to the bed and climbed upon it, to lie on her back with frightened, bold eyes, and I stared down at her. The rain beat upon the little window and the pale, diffused light stole through the streaming glass to paint her skin in a dappled spectrum of blue and white that somehow emphasised her vulnerability: the pale, slim body and those enormous eyes fixed on mine - eyes filled with fear and yearning and lust; eyes that knew that nothing would ever be the same again but didn't care. Eyes that were soft with love.
For a few moments more we stared at one another and then she spoke, the words thin against the drumming rain.
'It's me, Mike,' she whispered. 'Your sister...your little sister. Are you going to fuck me?' Her eyes flickered over the rampant hardness of my cock.
'I am, I am.'
She growled a little then, a low sound in her throat. 'And will you cum into me?'
I reached forward and laid my hand on the tight roundness of her belly. 'I will...here. Into here.'
'And where else?'
'Wherever I can. Wherever you want.'
'Then do it.' She lifted her legs and wedged her thighs under her arms to bend her body in a tight 'U' shape, and I saw how her buttocks were flattened and her mound was thrust forward. Her pussy lips were open and inviting, the flesh between them a pale, translucent pink, and she stared down at them for a moment before her eyes met mine again in silent supplication. She was ready. Her body was there, folded ready to take me into it, and her eyes were begging me to start.
I climbed over her, aware of how small she looked underneath me, and she grasped my arms and smiled as I carefully positioned the head of my cock against her. The tip nudged the soft wet lips and twitched as I held it there, waiting.
'Are you ready?'
'Do it.'
I'd often dreamed of how I would enter her, if I ever had the chance. Mostly, it was about a single, powerful thrust that would bury my shaft deep into her quivering cunt in one, spine-shattering moment. I'd imagined the flare in her eyes as she felt the violation: the catch of her breath in a long hiss, the tensing of the muscles as the great bulbous head smashed its way to her core. But now, as she lay before me waiting to be impaled, I chose the slow way: the nuzzling of my glans against the soft, wet lips; the gentle pressure to ease it between them. The head swallowed and the ooze of her cream as I displaced it; and then the long, slow glide up into her tight little body until my balls were pressed against her ass and the tip of my cock was touching something deep inside her.
Ah, God! Six long years I'd waited for that moment and it was worth every second. I knew she wasn't a virgin, but her pussy was spectacularly tight and it grasped my shaft every inch of the way. A sucking, cloying grip that caused every nerve end in the head of my cock to tingle as it pressed its way upward. A dizzying, mind-shattering journey that was so much the better because the flesh surrounding me was my sister's, and because she was enjoying every moment as much as me.
Her eyes never left my face, and within their crystal depths I could see every emotion she was experiencing: pleasure, as the tight walls were levered apart by my shaft; trepidation because what we were doing was forbidden, and sheer unadulterated lust as she felt her brother's body entering her own. Her bottom lip was held in her little white teeth almost as if I were hurting her, but I knew I wasn't...even when my cock bottomed out and she lay there, impaled by its full length.
For a long time we were still, each of us enjoying the sensation of being pinned together, and then she began to move slowly under me, her hips rotating and her back arching, and I caught the rhythm. My shaft slid into her, back and forth, back and forth, shining and slippery like a piston. Her hands grasped my arms and she began to whisper as her body writhed underneath me.
'Fuck, Mike... that's good! Ah, yes, yes! That's so good.' She stared at me. 'Why have we waited so long?'
'I don't know honey. I've never stopped wanting you.'
'Nor me.' Her breath whistled through her lips in little panting sounds. 'Chris was no good, you know...not like this. Never like this. I used to...lie and think of what you and me almost did, wondering what it would have been like.'
'Me too.' It was true: everything about her was perfect - her face, her hair...the way she caught her lip in her little white teeth; the look in her eyes as she regarded me. 'I've had other girls, Lisa...a few, but none like you. None of them came close.'
She smiled then, her face radiant. 'There's nobody between us now. I want to fuck all afternoon, and again tomorrow.'
I couldn't argue with that and so we set to with a will, each so conscious of the other. She unhooked her legs and crossed them over my back and I plunged into her over and over and over again, hearing the soft wet slurp of our genitals, hearing her soft whispers and sighs, delighting in the slippery depth of her as I burrowed into her body. She arched her back and clung to me as I rode the long breakers of pleasure and her nipples drilled into my chest and she pressed her mouth to mine. I was immersed in her - Lisa, my little sister. She should have been doing things normal sisters do but was in my bed instead, gasping as I slid into her belly and sighing as I slid out...her hands clutching me and her hair pressed against my cheek. Twice she shuddered in orgasm, her fingers fluttering and her breath tremulous and I rode them out, feeling her cunt twitch and spasm around me: and then I'd start again and she'd squeak and groan and clasp me, calling my name, riding, riding, her back arching with each thrust and her pussy oozing and dribbling around my shaft.
She rolled onto her knees and I entered her from behind, watching with gasping breath as my cock slid between the fluttering wet lips. Her buns were like two tight little oranges, pale and enticing under my fingers, and her back arched sinuously as I stroked my length between them. My fingers levered apart the round globes and watched how her vulva clung to my turgid flesh: grasping...no - caressing it, the flesh slippery and silver, gaping pink and wet when I pulled free. The doorway to my sister, searching for me like a blind mouth until I nudged the head against her again and she swallowed me inside.
She was watching us in the mirror, her little face twisted with pleasure as my shaft sawed back and forth. Her back arched with each thrust as if to draw me deeper, and her breasts wobbled and a soft sigh escaped from her lips.
'Fuck me, Michael...God yes, just like that! Can you see it going in? Can you see yourself taking me?'
My eyes were fixed on the point of our union: the wet clinging flesh and the rim of white froth, and the little star-shaped opening just above her cunt. Clean and pink, moving slightly as my shaft lanced into her.
'Can you see my ass?' she demanded, as if she had read my mind. 'Touch me there.'
I wet a thumb and rested the tip against the tiny hole. The flesh was rougher than the satin smooth skin of her thighs, the ridges crinkled and tight under my touch, and the opening nibbled and sucked at me like a fish's mouth as she moved. The heat of her body radiated out of that little opening and I pressed gently, feeling the elastic resistance until at last the sphincter surrendered and my thumb slid in to the knuckle.
'Can you feel yourself inside me?' she whispered. 'Tell me what you feel.'
Through the narrow, tight walls of her flesh I could feel my thumb pressing against her vagina, rubbing against my shaft as I slid back and forth. 'I can feel my cock...moving in and out...rubbing.' I said. 'It's so far inside you, Lisa.'
She groaned again, that little fluttering noise in her throat like a cat purring. 'I know, I know,' she said. 'The head is...touching me inside. I want it deeper.' She hunkered down on the bed, thrusting her ass higher. 'Try that.'
I plunged down through the narrow pelvic girdle, the angle steeper, my balls slapping against the pale flesh of her buttocks as I fucked her. Each thrust almost vertical now, watching as her body jerked to absorb the impact, watching as her hands grasping the bedclothes in tight little fists. Each thrust drew a gasp from her...a sort of synchronous woosh of breath as if I was pumping air into that tight little channel and it somehow escaped from her lips, but of course I wasn't. Her pussy was as tight as a mouse's ass and every inch I stuffed into her was warm and slippery and tight, and I imagined how the head of my cock was buried deep into her wriggling, trembling torso. She came again then, her cunt spasming and her breaths changing to whimpers, and a fresh bloom of moisture oozed from her body to cream me as I pumped. God in heaven, it was exquisite! A beautiful, trembling girl cumming as I fucked her, whimpering with pleasure and oozing hot cream...and she was my sister. My little sister, writhing in delight as my shaft rummaged in her belly.
The thought tripped me over the edge and I felt the hot lava of my cum bubbling in my balls. I seized her hips and thrust deeper, barely conscious of the moans and the fluttering of her hands. All I could think of was impregnating her...pumping into that glorious, thrumming little body. My seed surged along the shaft and built rapidly at the head of my cock for a glorious moment, and my vision was filled with speckled bands of light as I trembled on the brink.
'I'm cumming, Lisa!' a gasp, a cry almost, my voice hoarse. 'Ah, Jesus...here it cums!'
She grasped the sheet and held still as I burst inside her. Long, searing ribbons of scalding cum jetting into her narrow channel like stormwater into a conduit, splashing and splattering into her trembling womb. Jet after jet: my balls pulsing and my cock throbbing as it unleashed its load... five, six...seven...long spurts, her hips motionless as she accepted my sperm and her throat making that little purring noise. Eight...the flow slowing but not the pleasure...still spinning in a dark, midnight sky studded with specks of ethereal light with nothing else except the incredible burning jets of my seed as they sprayed into her.
And then, at last, the final drops dribbled into her and we were still, like a picture frozen in a moment of time: Lisa kneeling on the bed, looking up at me with wide brown eyes and a little smile on her face and me: still embedded in her, the shaft twitching slightly. With infinite care I withdrew, watching as it finally bobbed free, seeing the wet pink flesh of her cunt close behind me. I'd expected to see my cream, perhaps, but I'd cum too far inside her for that.
We lay side by side, holding hands, each of us silent as the sweat of our lovemaking dried on our skins. At last she stirred.
'I'm not on the pill,' she said. 'Chris and me...well, you know - we'd decided to try for a baby, but then I got your call about Dad so we'd not done anything.' She glanced at me. 'It's probably too early for me to fall pregnant but I should have told you, before -'
I reached over and laid my hand on the flat little plain of her belly, my mind imagining the conception that might, even at that moment, be taking place under my fingertips. My sperm wriggling inside her, racing upwards to fertilise her eggs, not caring that the father was also the brother. How did I feel about that?
'I can't think of any greater gift you could give me,' I whispered.
She turned to me and her eyes were still and calm. 'I think it was supposed to happen, Mike. That time has just been waiting for this moment.'
And as she spoke the sun came out: a weak, watery light shining through the dark clouds that had been with us for so long, and through the little window a patch of blue appeared as the rain moved away.
'We can get on,' I said. 'Take you home to collect your things - then on to my house.' I glanced at her. 'You'll come and live with me, won't you?'
She smiled. 'Of course, but not yet, Michael. There's time for that. Let's spend a little more here, first.' And her arms came up and she kissed me.
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