Dane
Tuesday morning
Her skin was as soft as silk as his fingers gently danced across the taut skin of her stomach. The rhythm of her breathing made it rise and fall in a subtle wave, his fingertips finding no hard purchase across the smooth flesh. He felt no blemish or imperfection on the pristine canvas he was caressing. She was a flawless creation. Perfect.
Her delectable rump was snuggled tight against him, the warmth of her body oozing into the naked flesh of thighs. He’d long noticed how incredible her butt had turned out, though the thoughts had been driven back deep into his mind where he’d hoped they would stay. But now, each time she got comfortable during the night, the resulting playfully innocent wiggle of her hips would send the memory back to his dreams.
She smelled incredible, though it was a mixture of different things. His nose buried in her pale locks, her fruit-scented shampoo sent waves of comfort through him each time he inhaled. He couldn’t name the odor of the body wash she used, but it made him feel like he was right where he was supposed to be. Her natural essence served as the base for the various other perfumes that seemed to always cling to her. It was sweet, sensual and, though barely detectable at times, always present.
He’d spent most of the night in a state of arousal, wanting nothing more than to act on the constant urges and dreams that plagued him throughout. Her unbridled allure proved a potent catalyst, and he found himself pushed to the edge of an orgasm more than once during the night through sheer adjacency. By the time the light of dawn was just beginning to brighten her room, his balls ached from the near constant arousal and lack of release.
Snoozing lightly, he was brought back from the latest of his sex-filled dreams when she started to move. Turning over to her back, she raised her arms and stretched, managing to somehow make that every day act seem adorable and sexy. Resuming her turn, she turned to face him and looked up into his eyes.
Her stare was pure, unfettered. He didn’t see any judgement or regret. There was no hate or anger in them. It made his heart pound.
Neither seemed to want to speak, not wanting to break the comfortable silence encapsulating the two. After several minutes of quiet, she finally cracked a smile.
“Thank you for last night,” she said, her voice a soft breeze blowing across satin. “You were… perfect.”
He leaned his neck forward, planting a kiss her forehead before resuming the position he had before.
“Are you… okay?” she whispered, still staring up into his eyes.
“Are you?” he countered.
“Very,” she answered. “I really enjoyed that.”
“Good,” he said. “If you’re good, I’m good.”
With a subtle smirk, she raised her head up on one arm and gave him a knowing look.
“You need to tell me if you aren’t,” she warned.
He reached up and brushed a lock of hair from her face. “As long as I didn’t hurt you, I’m good, Sam.”
The flicker of a smile crossed her face and she fixed him with a sly grin. “Well, you hurt me a little, but it was definitely the good kind.”
Closing his eyes, he sighed and shook his head in resignation for a few moments before opening them once more. “You’re okay now though?”
“I was okay then,” she countered playfully. “You’re packing some heavy equipment, you know.”
As she spoke, her hand slid between them and gripped his still hard cock, forcing him to close his eyes and groan in pleasure.
“Aww… are you okay?” she asked.
He took a second to recover, the throbbing of his cock nearly boiling over and making a bigger mess of things. When he opened his eyes again, he saw her looking at him with concern.
“Oh, I’m good,” he assured her. “I’m just trying to keep from making a mess.”
Her eyebrows raised in surprise for a moment, then she giggled at the predicament he was in.
“Are you really that close?” she asked, her amusement clear.
He nodded instead of speaking, the throbbing in his cock growing as she continued to grip it in her palm.
“Oh my…” she said, her words barely registering as he fought to keep from yanking her hand away to stifle the impending eruption. “Why? How?” she asked, clearly quite taken with his problems.
He couldn’t speak though, the need for relief of some kind overwhelming all other thoughts.
She sat up without a word, pushing him onto his back and thankfully releasing her hold on his shaft. The change in sensations on his flesh caused it to throb again, bouncing in place as he groaned and tried to fight it off.
His eyes were squeezed shut as he tried to keep himself calm. Sam was moving around doing something, that much was clear, but he had no idea what it was. Until…
Her warm mouth closed around the angry head of his cock, then plunged down the length of his shaft as he cried out in ecstasy. His long-simmering orgasm slammed into him, a great fountain of cum bursting into Sam’s mouth as she whimpered in surprise. He gasped in pleasure a second later as she forced him deeper into her mouth, her throat proving only a momentary obstacle as he drove into it.
Her nose was snug against his stomach, her throat tightly encasing his entire shaft in a warm, loving embrace as gout after gout of cum exploded into it. He could do nothing but lay there, his mind reeling from the incredible pleasure he was getting from his sister swallowing his entire cock.
For what seemed like an eternity, she kept him securely locked there. Her lips were tight around the base of his shaft, her throat accepting him as if he were no challenge at all. As he finally came down from his mind-eraser of an orgasm, she effortlessly extricated him. She slurped tightly up the length of his shaft, her suction never weakening as he felt her swallowing again and again.
A groan of approval filled his room, and he realized that it was from her. With a weak moan, he lifted his head and looked down to see his beloved little sister running her tongue up the bottom of his cock. Streamers of cum hung from her lips and tongue, coating the length of his shaft until they were sucked up into her mouth and swallowed.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he grunted quietly, unable to do anything but lay there and take the incredible pleasure she was inflicting.
“Mmmm,” she muttered, her lips sliding around the head to suck on it for a moment before she began to drive them up and down his shaft again at a decisive pace. Without any warning, she throated him again, though she came up much quicker this time around. Gasping for a breath of air, the sound was punctuated with another moan from her before she began to bob up and down midway down his cock.
“Je… ee.. ss… uuu… ssss,” he cried out weakly, the swarm of pleasure he was feeling making him a little lightheaded.
“Mooore,” she whined, taking momentary pause from her incredibly pleasurable cock worshipping. Her soaked mouth engulfed him again and sent his mind into another dimension. He was only barely registering the impending eruption of a second orgasm, something he thought that was only possible with porn stars. It had certainly never happened to him.
Sam’s moans of happiness were punctuated with the constant, wet, slurping noises his cock made as she kept up her relentless pace. Her perfect lips seemed to know the perfect spot to touch on his aching cock, though everything she was doing felt heavenly.
Unintelligibly crying out as he damn near lost consciousness, he lost the ability to speak as an incredible second orgasm hit him. He was nothing in that moment, but a vessel on which pleasure was being inflicted at an alarming intensity. He was only vaguely aware of the feeling of her swallowing him again, her emphatic moans, and finally, the feeling of her tongue cleaning him up.
Then, all was blackness.
***
Dawn had broken when he finally came back to consciousness. He swam up out of the blackness and noticed that Sam wasn’t in the room. Lifting the sheet, he saw that she’d cleaned him and pulled the covers up.
With a quick glance at the clock, he saw that it was a little after seven in the morning. With a groan of effort, he forced himself up and started to get dressed in the clothes he’d discarded the night before.
In a moment of near panic, he froze as the door to Sam’s room opened. Luckily, Sam herself stepped through and shut it behind her.
“I see you’re finally up again,” she observed, and came over to stand in front of him with an amused grin on her face. “So… you liked my blowjob skills?”
Though his heart was still beating fast from the scare he’d just had, he chuckled in resigned amusement at her question. “That was… indescribable,” he confirmed.
She danced happily in place for a moment, eliciting another chuckle from him. A moment later she pulled him down beside her, the happy expression on her face still present. “Seriously though, how were you so… pent up?”
He raised an eyebrow as if the answer were obvious.
“I just slept next to my incredibly sexy sister after… having sex with her,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper.
“Fucking,” she corrected, fixing him with her mischievous grin.
He brought a hand up to his temple, rubbing gently for a few seconds. “I had dreams about you all night,” he explained. “You were just… exciting, alluring, enticing, sexy… like… all night long.”
Her mischievous smile changed to one of unfettered happiness, and, unable to contain herself, she jumped over onto his lap and tackled him.
“That’s certainly one way to get yourself laid,” she said, kissing him hard on the lips.
“Sham,” he said, trying to get her attention mid-kiss. “Mmmwah… Sam,” he repeated. “Stop for a second.”
She sighed and sat up as he propped himself up on his elbows.
“What?” she asked, her forehead furrowed.
“The rest of the house is up and moving,” he said. “I enjoyed what we did, but we have to be careful.”
She rolled her eyes but didn’t pounce quite yet.
“I’m just saying that we need to be smart,” he continued. “If someone…”