“Hey.” I turned her face toward mine. I recognized the burning feeling in my chest. It was jealousy. The thought of my sister being with some other guy was actually making me jealous, now. I’m doomed. I’m bloody well doomed.
She looked up at me, and the emotion in her eyes made me melt. My dream had reminded me of when we were kids, and in her dungarees, with her hair in plaits, she looked almost like she used to when she would hold my hand and walk me to the corner shop and buy me sweets even though Mum told her not to.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” I leaned in to kiss her. She made a little noise in her throat, kissing me back, her mouth soft. She even tasted like sweets-she must have been eating some at the cinema, because her lips were still sticky with it.
Her hand slipped behind my head and she pulled me in, her tongue finding mine, probing between my lips, darting in and out of my mouth. She tasted even sweeter now, a little like peppermint, and I sucked on her tongue, wanting more. Her leg found its way around mine, the heel of her trainer digging into my thigh, making me wince.
She seemed to sense my discomfort, and toed off her shoes, pulling me over onto her, hugging me between her thighs as we kissed. The fasteners on the front of her dungarees were digging into my chest and I fumbled with them, tossing the straps over her shoulders and pulling down the front over her black t-shirt. She may have been dressed like when we were kids, but the full, firm breasts with their hard nipples under my hand weren’t a little girl’s, and I could feel my erection growing against the thick seam between her legs.
“Would you like them off me?” she whispered in my ear, licking my neck and making me shiver as she slid her hands up and down my bare back, her nails raking lightly.
“Yes.” I looked down at her. She was smiling again and her eyes bright, but no longer with tears.
She pushed me over onto my side and slid out from under me, letting her dungarees fall to her hips as she stood. Turning her back to me, she looked over her shoulder as she wiggled them over her bum. If someone had told me a week ago that I would be lying on my sister’s bed, rubbing my cock through my boxers as I watched her strip, I would have told them they were crackers.
But here I was-and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her knickers were white cotton and there was a little lace along the edge of the elastic around the legs. My eyes followed it around the curve and up between her thighs, where the gusset of her knickers was tucked between her lips. I could clearly see the indentation there when she bent over and stepped out of her dungarees.
She turned to me, still wearing her knickers and t-shirt and white ankle socks, her hair in plaits making her look more my age than hers. She even had sparkly little hair slides on either side, pulling her fringe back. The juxtaposition of her full, woman’s body and the little girl accessories was darkly exciting to me, and I slipped my hand under my boxers to squeeze my aching cock.
“Do you really want me?” She stepped a little closer to the bed, close enough that I touched her thigh just to feel the satiny smoothness of it under my fingers. I couldn’t believe she didn’t know how incredible she was, how much I wanted her, how much any man in his right mind would want her! My sister was the sexiest woman I’d ever seen, and I struggled with how to tell her that.
“I want to fuck you.” I slid my hand up her inner thigh and massaging her pussy through her knickers. Her eyes widened and she moaned, rocking against my fingers.
“Do you mean it?” she whispered, and I realised I did. I couldn’t deny it anymore. She was the hottest, sweetest, most delicious woman I’d ever met, and I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything before. I thought about her, dreamed about her, fantasized about her-hell, I loved her. I’d loved her my whole life.
“Yes.” I nodded, watching her peel her t-shirt off over her head, revealing a shiny, lace-edged black bra underneath that made me gasp. It was such a shock, to see something so sexy paired with her innocent looking white cotton knickers, and it made my cock jump in my hand.
She leaned over and kissed my belly, her tongue making lazy circles as she crawled back onto the bed in her bra and knickers. Her mouth kissed its way down from my navel, following the line of dark hair that disappeared from sight. Her breath was warm as she worked her way toward my cock, inching my boxers down as she went.
I let her take over down there and pulled her arse close to me, running my hands over it through her knickers, cupping her mound, just feeling the heat of her. She made a little noise when I did, wiggling back against me, arching, and I groaned when her hand wrapped around my shaft, squeezing it and tugging.
She lifted her leg, positioning herself over me and inching back. I could smell her already, even through her knickers. She had me in her mouth now, working her tongue and lips up and down my cock, moaning and making wet sucking noises. The sound of her alone was making me batty, and the sensation was far beyond.
“Lick me,” she murmured as her mouth came up on my cock. I slipped my hand under the elastic of her knickers but she moved her hips, edging away.
“Through my knickers.” She opened her legs wider and wiggled toward my mouth. I groaned, wrapping my arms around her hips and pulling her in to me. I could smell her strong now, with my nose buried in the gusset, and I realised that it retained her scent. The heat of her was incredible, even through the material.
I licked at the soft cloth, making it wetter and wetter with my tongue, trying to find her clit through the layers. Her moan of pleasure told me I’d found the right place and I moved my mouth over it again and again until her knickers were soaked and I couldn’t tell whether it was from my saliva or her juices.
She had all but forgotten about my cock, which stood throbbing straight up in her hand. I could feel her breath against my thigh, my belly, my balls, as she rocked on me and moaned. She slipped her hand between her legs, tucking her knickers deeper into her slit, into the crack of her arse.
“Here.” She pressed her index finger against the material, showing me. “Lick me here.”
I followed her direction, finding the place with my tongue, realizing after a moment that I was licking her little arsehole! I could feel it, puckered and tight under my tongue through the cloth as it got wetter and wetter. She squirmed and moaned and seemed to really like it, so I licked faster, probing it with my tongue, making her gasp.
“Yesssss!” She put her hand over her knickers and rubbed as I continued to lick her arse. “Oh fuck, David, yes!”
I could feel her body tightening, her belly quivering, and I knew she was close. Her fingers were rubbing her knickers all over her pussy, back and forth, ‘round and ‘round, and I could hear how wet she was.
I grabbed her hips, shoving my tongue into her arse through her knickers as deep as I could, wiggling my tongue, probing hard. She came then, shuddering and crying out louder than I’d ever heard her, nearly screaming, panting and thrashing on top of me like some wild thing. I had to hold her tight to keep her from bucking right off, and she shivered against me as I continued to lick and suck at the gusset of her knickers.
She collapsed onto me, panting, her hand squeezing my cock so hard I thought it must have turned purple. It took her a moment, but she sat up on me, still gasping, turning around and straddling my chest. She had a lazy, Cheshire cat smile on, and that, along with the feel of her cunt through her knickers against my skin, her wetness and heat, made me dizzy with lust.
She stroked my cheek, her eyes bright. “You are so fucking good, baby brother,” she murmured, running a hand through my hair. I loved and hated it when she reminded me like that. There were moments I could almost forget that she was my big sister, but then she would say something like that and bring it rushing forward again. It was so wrong, but it felt too good to stop. I couldn’t be strong anymore-I wanted her too much.