My plan, such as it was, was to dazzle him, mesmerize him with my breathtaking womanly wiles, seduce him, hopefully catch his baby, and when he left, which I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt he’d do, at least I’d always have a part of him; if he went back to England, met and married some girl, had children with her, it wouldn’t hurt so much, because I would have his child, and no-one would ever take that part of him away from me.
Getting my plan to work was almost childishly simple. I guess Davey had been taking notice after all, he’d just hidden it ‘strordinarily well. It started innocently enough; I’d been trying to lead up to it all day and chickening out, until evening came and we were watching TV, reminiscing about Mom and Dad, when I declared that I’d had enough; I wanted to go out and do something, anything.
Davey agreed, so I dashed upstairs to change, and when I came back downstairs his eyes bugged-out. I was wearing a skin-tight mini-dress, killer heels, and the girls were pointing at him and beckoning.
“You like?” I grinned, giving him the full 360, while he went red, then pale, and he seemed to have a problem speaking, while the front of his jeans swelled up and bulged; I couldn’t resist a small smile of triumph. I did that, at last; it was about fucking time!
He finally got his voice working and croaked out something like “You look naked under that thing…”, so I slipped my hem up and showed him I was indeed bare-ass naked while he spluttered and stuttered (although that bulge in his pants didn’t look any too offended…) and tried weakly to protest at what I was showing him, although he never once took his eyes off my ass as I wriggled and jiggled it at him.
He tried manfully to fight back, but he’d already lost, and he knew it. When I turned and showed him my pussy, freshly waxed earlier that evening, his eyes said it all, so I decided to go for it and cook him completely by whipping my dress off and giving him the full frontal, cheesy pose and all.
With that, Davey, sweet Davey, my hot blond fantasy-boy, closed in for the kill, which should have given me a hint that perhaps he hadn’t been so immune to my advances after all…
I was still a virgin, but there was no way I was telling him that; if he thought I’d been around the block he was going to be easier in his mind when he fucked me, and he WAS going to fuck me, that was the whole point of this charade. To get his motor running on high, I kind of let slip I’d heard (and seen) Mom and Dad going at it like gangbusters; Dad liked doing Mom in the ass. I’d watched them do it, and she was obviously into it, so that was what I wanted to do with Davey; from what I’d seen on my forays into internet porn, guys went wild for that; maybe he would too.
So I baited the hook, coming off like I was such an experienced, carefree, slutty chick, and he swallowed it whole (or so I thought…) When he held me and kissed me while he felt me up, I melted inside; whatever he wanted to do, I’d do it, because after wanting him so long I finally had him, and his hands all over me were doing things to me I literally could not describe; rockets going off inside my head doesn’t even come close.
His fingers inside my ass, probing, touching filling me, opening me up and getting me ready for what I knew was coming next, were doing things to me that I had no words for, but I did know one thing; that big cock of his I could feel pressing against me was going to feel so wonderful…
He pulled me astride him, sucking and biting my nipples as he slowly, agonisingly, but so wonderfully, pushed his cock deep into my ass, filling and stretching me in a way I’d never thought possible. The pain was incredible; I never realized how much that tight hole has to expand to take something as big as his cock, but I kept going, working him slowly deeper and deeper into me, because he’d finally showed he wanted me, and God, did I want him; if a little pain was what it took to snare him, then lead on MacDuff!
Even as he slowly slid into me, I kissed him gently, and he returned my kiss by gently biting and nibbling my bottom lip, while his hands lifted and separated my ass cheeks, making me feel what we were doing even more acutely; his cock felt wonderful lodged deep inside my ass, the pain forgotten as I exulted in the fact I had him at last; he was my first, the one thing I’d always wanted, and the way we’d done it, so intimately, in such a taboo way, made it all the more special to me; Davey was my first, and all was finally right in my world.
I began riding him, doing it the way I’d seen it done, thrilling to the feel of every bone-hard inch of him rubbing and caressing every nerve-ending inside my ass. Davey in turn pushed back against me, thrusting his cock deeper into me, fucking me in my asshole the way I wanted him to, taking me, making me his, making me belong to him, the one thing I wanted in this life; if this night was all we ever had, then it was enough, because feeling him loving me this way was the most wonderful thing I could think of.
Everything we did was doing things to me, things I’d never imagined, and I could feel the mother of all orgasms gathering as we fucked so deliciously. When he bit my nipple gently and scraped his teeth along the swollen teat, a bomb went off in my head as everything exploded inside me. Dimly, and far away, I heard Davey gasp out something as his cock jammed inside my bottom, filling me completely, pulsed and throbbed like a live thing as he filled me with spunk, spurt after spurt of the stuff shooting deep inside my ass.
The feel of my brother shooting his spunk deep inside me, the hot, nasty, dirty, sexy thrill of it kept me echoing and shimmering in an orgasmic heaven, all thought, all sensation except the feel of him jammed so solidly in me blown away on the winds of pleasure raging through me; all I remember thinking was ‘if this is as good as it gets, then keep it comin’, hotshot, I’m a-ready, and if it gets better than this, then I’m a dead woman!’
Davey finally relaxed, his tense body collapsing in a boneless heap under me even as orgasm echoed and ricocheted around inside me; I can truthfully say I had never come like that when I’d pleasured myself, David was definitely what had been missing, and if he could do that to me back there, when he fucked me properly, well, I couldn’t imagine how good that would be. I wasn’t going to waste a second in finding out, either…
I tried to disengage from him, but his cock was still hard, and still buried deep inside me, and my efforts were hampered anyway by him kissing me and touching me, fondling and squeezing me, and generally making me hot all over again; when he did slide from me, I clenched my teeth and whined as renewed orgasm once more throbbed and chased through me, followed by an instant of hot regret that we were no longer joined in such a naughty, taboo, wonderfully sexy way, but his next words were everything I wanted to hear:
“Let’s go find a bedroom. I want to play with you tonight, you dirty-minded little temptress!” which kind of gave me a clue where he was with all this; the fact I was his half-sister seemed to have no bearing on what he wanted, but I had to make something clear to him, and maybe let him know just what he really meant to me; I would have settled for one night, but if he wanted more, and more of me, I wasn’t going to say no…
“You are OK with this whole situation aren’t you, Davey, you know, us fucking together and all? Because this is not a one-night thing for me, Davey ; I’ve wanted you since I don’t know when, and now I’ve got you I want this to go somewhere real, not just become a casual fuck-buddy thing…”
His reply was everything I wanted to hear, and told me we really were singing from the same hymn-sheet, as he pulled me close and looked deeply into my eyes, those fabulous emerald eyes open, honest, and sincere.
“Lori, I want only you, now and for always. I want to spend my life with you, I want to wake up next to you for the rest of my life, and I want to be the only man for you, forever. A man like me can only dream of a peach like you, and I never want to let you go, do you hear me?”
I honestly wasn’t ready for that much; much as I wanted him to be the one saying it to me, it still hit me right in the heart, but there was no doubting his sincerity; there was no sign of the lie in his eyes, just an open frankness that jumbled my thoughts and feelings and tangled my tongue even as my heart sang in jubilation. To cover my confusion I retreated into a typical piece of Lori Keene smartass repartee, but I couldn’t stop the big happy tears that spilled down my face.
“You smooth-talking English bastards are all the same, anything to get in a girl’s pants! You had me the first time you kissed me, you silly ass, but it’s nice to hear you say it! Now, take me upstairs, I need to freshen-up for round two!”
*
What we did that night, and how many times, has been told elsewhere, so I’ll skip over it; suffice it to say I know now that was the night David, my Davey and I conceived our baby. I won’t go into all that again, but there is one conversation we had that I think bears repeating, because it really was, as far as I’m concerned, the pivotal moment in our lives, the thing that changed both of us, Davey and me, forever.
It was the morning after our first night together; Davey and I had just put the final stamp on what and who we were, but he felt there was something he had to make clear.
“Lori,” he said, “I know we’re family, but that’s immaterial. What’s happened has happened, and I can’t unmake it happen, nor would I ever want that, not in a million years. I realised last night that you’re more, so much more than just my half-sister. I’ve fallen in love with you, and I love the feeling. I lay awake half the night thinking about how I feel about you, about what you mean to me, and I know there’s no-one else for me. When I came home, I was coming home for the worst reason in the world, not to fall in love. You changed all that, in just one night. Now I know I can never walk away from you. I mean to have you and keep you with me for the rest of my life, as my lover… and my wife, if you’ll have me.”