I grinned and pulled her into me, spooning her with my arm around her, her warm bottom pushed firmly into my lap. I was far too jazzed to sleep, I’d just had the most momentous experience of my life with the girl I loved and it seemed Yaz felt the same way, too, because her fingers interlaced with mine tapped out a slow rhythm as we lay silently together, busy with our thoughts. I was just beginning to start yawning, when she spoke.
“Rick, that… thing you did, that… kissing me, you know… down there… and… and… with your lips… and tongue, you know what I mean!”
I nibbled the back of her neck, which always makes her giggle.
“Yeah, I know what you mean, Yaz. What about it?”
“Umm… why did you do that? Don’t get me wrong, it was amazing, you’re going to do it again, soon, but if you’re a… you know, how did you…?
I slipped my arm tighter around her, holding her warmth closer to me.
“It just seemed… I dunno, somehow right, something I wanted try because I thought you might like it, I’ve seen pictures, so I thought I’d try it, see if you liked it, and also because you smell delicious, sweet, like mum’s cinnamon tea, did you know that? Tasting you was out of this world, I just couldn’t resist you.”
Yaz squirmed and wriggled her warm, plush little bottom even tighter into my lap.
“Well thank you for trying it, it was lovely, and just so you know, I plan on doing that to you in the morning, OK? We’re going to have a little breakfast nookie, go shopping in The Lanes, then lunch, then back here for a noontime nookie session, then dinner, a little late-night clubbing, then back here for a nightcap, and I’m not talking about drinking, either! And the rest of this week, rinse and repeat; this evening was the best time ever, I want some more, and you’d better wants some more too, Ricky-my-darling!”
She seemed to have our holiday all planned out, she knew what her priorities were, so who was I to argue, it all sounded good to me!
*
Waking up in the morning sunshine with Yaz next to me so soft and warm and beautifully composed in her sleep was one of the better experiences of my life. We’d slept the sleep of the truly satisfied, after a lovemaking session that blew my head wide open, and now I was seeing her in an entirely different light; 24-hours earlier she’d been my cute, cheeky, funny, sweet, sexy little half-sister, and the girl I fancied like crazy; now, all that had changed. Now she was my girl for real, my partner, my lover, and I wanted her in an entirely different way now; she was the one, and I wanted her and no-one else, ever.
The reality of what we’d done began to drive home, but, strangely, there was no sense of guilt at what we’d done, my sister and I, but there was guilt nonetheless; guilt at the knowledge I’d taken Ayesha’s kindness and acceptance and probably trampled all over it, and a building certainty that I’d frayed my rope beyond repair with my family, but just as firm was the certainty that, even if I’d damaged any relationship with the family beyond repair, I was certain of one thing: I was never going to give up what I had with Yaz; we were two sides of the same coin now, and we were staying that way. I was miles away and lost in my thoughts, trying to work out how to make this come out right, when a soft fingertip gently ran down my cheek.
“Hello sweetie…” she murmured, gently tugging my head around to look into my eyes. “You were miles away, pretty-boy, thinking long and deep; penny for your thoughts?”
I stroked her hair, finger-combing her night-time tangles out of her glorious eyes. She really was stunning, her ‘morning-face’ was just the loveliest thing I’d ever seen, and I could feel myself being drawn even closer to her.
“Is it about last night, Ricky?” she murmured, “Because I don’t regret a thing, I want you to know that, babe, not one second! What happened happened, and it was because it was meant to be, because I wanted it to be that way. You didn’t make me do anything, nothing will make it un-happen, and I would never want that. Believe me, Rick; you should have no regrets, ever, because I don’t, and I never will; you’re mine now, Ricky Davies, remember that.”
Yaz hugged me even closer, rubbing her nose against mine as she grinned at me, and the inevitable reaction happened. She licked her lips and ground against me, making me even harder.
“So you’re fully awake now, eh? Good, I want to play…” she whispered, her warm little hands exploring me, sending all kinds of thoughts and desires scurrying around in my head as she squeezed me gently, telling me what she wanted to do. Quite without any thought from me, my hands slipped down to cup and squeeze her firm little bottom, making her gasp and giggle as I played with the smooth globes. Yaz kissed me even harder, gluing her lips to mine even as I held her closer, savoring the feel of her soft, warm, silky-smooth skin against mine, when she stopped, pulling back so she could grin at me, her smile both cheeky and enticing, that adorable lip-biting thing she did so well.
“Something I want to do, hun…” she grinned, rolling me onto my back while she squeezed and fondled me, keeping me at the peak of arousal. She began kissing my shoulders, then the base of my throat, light, darting little kisses, smiling at me between each kiss as she slowly worked her way down my chest, making me buck and giggle when she poked her tongue into my navel, and then, oh God, my mind dissolved in shock as she licked the tip of my straining cock. I locked eyes with her, maybe she was waiting for me to say ‘stop’, but there was no way on earth I was going to do that; all I could do was watch in agonised arousal as she slowly, slowly took my cock into her mouth, sealing her lips around me as she slowly bobbed her head, sucking me like a lollipop without once breaking eye contact.
I could feel myself coming to the boil; the things she was doing to me were focusing me on just one outcome, and I didn’t want to do that, hot as the thought of it was; I wanted to make love to my girl, not go off like a firework in her mouth. I think she could sense my mounting excitement, because suddenly she scraped her fingernail along that sensitive area just behind my balls; that shocked me and backed me right down, let me tell you!
“Sorry sweetie!” she grinned cheekily, “haven’t finished with you yet!” was her explanation, but then she started again, and sure enough, I went right back up again, only for her to back me down once again. She did that to me several times, and by now I was ready to explode, when she suddenly swung astride me and slowly, slowly, slid herself back won onto my aching cock.
“Oh God, yes… yes… yes… Ricky… God…” she chanted as she pumped her pussy on my steel-hard dick, and all I could do was hold her hips, her sleek thighs astride me as she rode me like a National Hunt jockey, pumping herself harder and faster on me, reaching for her climax.
When it came, she screamed out my name as her pussy clamped down on me, sucking and squeezing me like nothing I’d ever felt before, and that was it; I came like a fire-hose, long, endless, painless yet agonising jets of spunk slamming out of me and deep into the heart of her, again and again, while her pussy rippled and milked me, squeezing every last drop out of me.
Yaz collapsed on top of me, her heart hammering fit to burst against mine, our bodies trembling from exertion and slick with sweat, but I didn’t care; I had my girl with me, and the world couldn’t have been a better place. I had to laugh, though when Yaz lifted her head to look soulfully, lovingly into my eyes, and then grin devilishly.
“You know the shit’s going to hit the fan when this gets out, don’t you?” She giggled, and all I could do was laugh helplessly; that’s my girl!
*****
Taking a shower with her was a sensuous, seriously hot experience, and one I fully intended to repeat as often as possible; there’s something so thrilling, so next-level about having a hot, slinky girl wriggling around naked with you in a steamy hot shower cubicle, and while we didn’t have sex in there, it was a close run thing. Yaz dried me off after, concentrating on certain parts of me, and I returned the favour, and of course that led to the inevitable; if you think a sexy naked girl in a steamy shower with you is sexy, try the same girl naked, on her knees, sucking your cock as hard as she can. Coming in her mouth nearly turned me inside out, I came so hard, and the smug look on her face as she swallowed every drop told me she’d enjoyed it too, and that more was on the way later.
The rest of the day is a blur; I know we went shopping in The Lanes, Brighton’s boutique district, and Yaz gave me a debit card from mum so I could shop ’til I dropped, as she seemed intent on doing. Mum had set-up a bank account for me without telling me, and every week she’d put 100 into it, so I could buy myself things and not be embarrassed by having no money, although I wasn’t; I’d never had money, so I didn’t miss having any, and living at home as I did I didn’t feel I needed any, but now I had some, I was going to spend it on my girl. It felt nice to be able to walk into a shop with her, have her try on something, and if she liked it, put down my card so I could give it to her. After some serious shopping, we tried one of the little gourmet fish and chip restaurants dotted around the town, then back to the hotel so she could give me a fashion show and I could chase her around the suite.