My cock was like a steel bar, and Sherry grinding against it wasn’t helping matters. I tried to stop, and I did, for about 0. 001 of a second, then pulled her in even closer; this was my perfect fantasy, my dream come true, and the fact she was my big sister/aunt/whatever made no difference at all; to me she’d always be Sherry Young; unattainable, shit-hot Dream-Girl first, and big sister/aunt/whatever a very poor and distant second. Kissing her was wonderful, but now that I’d got her here, and I was a big boy now, I wanted to do more and judging by the way she was squirming and moaning as she rubbed against my aching cock, so did she.
I broke our kiss, Sherry staring into my eyes for a second, then a slow smile of understanding quirked-up the corners of her delectable lips.
“So Danny, it’s finally come to this, baby-boy; I’ve been wanting and waiting for this seems like half my life, come here and help me, I want you to see me, what I have for you, if you want it…”
If I wanted it? Was she crazy? Most of my life had been building towards this, now it was here I was going to enjoy every single split-second of it. She must have seen my intent in my eyes, because she smiled that smile, like honey pouring from a spoon, slow, rich and delicious, and I moved in for the kill, slipping my hands into the waistband of her stretchy glossy pedal-pushers. I slid them down and around to hold and squeeze her delectably firm buttocks, while a thousand adolescent fantasies raged through me, all of them centred around me doing exactly what I was doing right then.
Sherry grinned at me, catching her lip between her teeth in a way I found almost unbearably sexy, before cupping my face in both her hands and kissing me once again, letting me know that this was where she wanted to be, doing this with me. As she kissed me, she ground herself against me, confirming what she wanted, and I wanted to oblige her in any and every way; when your super-hot dream-girl lets you know what she wants you to do to her, you seriously have no choice but to do it; to hold back would mean a lifetime of regret at lost opportunities, and I wasn’t made for regret.
Sherry hissed softly and grinned naughtily, grinding herself against me, obviously feeling me hard and unrelenting against her, not that I was complaining.
I knew what I had and how to use it, had since I was in my teens, and that had stood me in good stead through my teens and early university social life. Knowing what I had, and how to use it meant I’d never had any complaints, and not a few return bouts. I didn’t know exactly how long my cock was (because I stopped measuring it when I was 16 and realised the only people who were interested in things like that were the willy-watchers who looked over your shoulder when you took a piss in a public urinal) but I knew, without being arrogant about it, that I’d always delivered, and now the one girl in the entire world I’d always wanted to do it with was here, now, ready and wanting me.
Sherry teased me with her lips, kissing me with darting little pecks on my lips as she wriggled and writhed on top of me, driving me slowly and inexorably mad with lust for her, always ducking when I tried to capture her lips for some serious kissing, always coming back to dot my lips with more of those rapid-fire pecking kisses, soft as snowflakes, sweet as strawberries, while her eyes danced with glee as she played with me.
She should have remembered, two could play games, and I had my hands around her waist, holding her to me, so I slid my hands back inside the waist of her pedal-pushers to cup and squeeze, and fondle her perfect little bottom-globes, seeing her sexy little bite of her lip as I pulled those delectable globes apart just to hear her gasp and giggle.
“Danny, naughty…” she breathed, wriggling even harder against me, feeling my size.
“Oh my, you really are a big boy now!” she teased, kissing me more definitely, longer and more seriously now as my hands explored those tautly wondrous globes.
“Finish it Danny, please…” she breathed, so I reluctantly let go of my two prized handfuls to slide my thumbs in the waistband of her jeggings and slid them down to mid-thigh, finally letting me see the perfection of her body, the alabaster translucence of her skin, and the trim, sleek curves of her body. Looking down at the two perfect globes of her naked bottom, I knew my dreams had come true, this was real, and she was mine.
Sherry kissed my chin and sat up, pulling her top off in one fluid movement, and I gazed in wonder at my dream vision, her two perfect, bite-sized breasts, her protruding, enticing nipples the exact same shade as her coral-pink lips.
“Your turn, baby boy!” she smiled, and I hustled to obey her, tearing off my sleeping T-shirt. Sherry rove her eyes up and down my torso, taking me in.
“Wow, you filled-out nicely, Danny, whoo-wee! You were so slim and graceful when you were young; now look at you, girls must be queuing for this! Too bad it’s mine now…”
She slid off me and wriggled and shimmied out of her leggings, revealing the smallest, most minuscule thong I’d ever seen, basically just a pair of threads and a tiny triangle of material covering her modesty, more a cache-sexe than a true lingerie item. I whistled appreciatively; I hadn’t seen anything like that since my holiday in Saint Tropez the summer before I started medical school. Sherry smiled cheekily and pirouetted daintily so I saw the whole thing, and my cock, already achingly erect, went to a whole new plateau of arousal at the sight of that slender thread bisecting her naked buttocks so sexily.
“You like, Dan-Dan?” she flirted, winking at me. “I wore it so no VPL with my leggings, and for you, too, in case we ever got… you know, here; maybe you can peel them off me in a bit, yes?”
‘Maybe? Fucking definitely!’ was my knee-jerk emotional response; Cherie Young, my Sherry baby, was burning hot and setting off all kinds of calls inside me. I went to slip my shorts off, and she stopped me.
“No baby, mine!” she grinned, tugging at the waistband as I lifted my hips, hazed-out and horned-out to the max at what my dream girl was doing, but I focused like a laser when she gasped and stared at my midsection.
“Oh God, Danny, that’s lovely, oh my God, oh yes!” she murmured, so I took it she approved.
“Can I?” she whispered, reaching out for me. Are you kidding me? Of course I agreed; this was the moment my life had been leading up to, like arse I was going to hum and haw now!
The feel of her warm little hand on me was indescribable, the sparkle in her eyes as she held and felt my size for the first time was an image I’d hold and keep for the rest of my life. She slid back onto the bed, kneeling next to me and kissing me, never once relinquishing her hold on me, and then she began slowly, gently, fisting me, holding the back of my head with the other hand so she could kiss me deeply, lustily. My arm went around her waist, holding her to me, my splayed hand pressed again her sleek flank as if I never meant to let her go, and I didn’t; too much of my life was here, with her, to ever let go of her ever again.
I groaned at her nearness, a soft, involuntary sound, yet another teenage fantasy coming true as she slid up against me. Her warm sweet-scented satin skin against mine set my senses aflame, and memories of her and memories of dreams of her rushed and tumbled though my scattered mind, soaking up the feel, the scent, the here and now of her, while all my days without her tormented my soul. That was the part of me that had always been in love with her, of course; it was the horny student in me that wanted to just fuck her as hard as possible.
But I knew I couldn’t do that, not now, not ever, not to my Sherry, the only girl I’d ever loved.
Sherry bore me over backwards again, something she was getting good at, my head hitting the pillow as she kissed me as if it was her life’s purpose, while her hand worked at me, keeping me aroused, although it wasn’t necessary; just her presence was enough.
Sherry slid down next to me and I turned to her, my arm once again encircling her waist, pulling her close as we kissed endlessly, and I knew what I wanted to do next, what I’d always wanted to do to her. As she continued to fist me, I gently rolled her onto her back and kissed her throat, her shoulder, the hollow of her neck, while she murmured softly and squirmed gently, obviously liking what I was doing. I kissed lower, the notch at the hollow of her throat, and then the upper slope of her breast, but when I flicked her erect nipple with the tip of my tongue her breathing hitched and she gasped softly.
“Oh yes, like that…” she murmured, the fingers of her free hand clutching my bed coverlet as I kissed her body. I played with her nipple, scraping it so, so gently with my teeth, and Sherry shuddered every time I did it, her eyes tight closed and her throat and neck flushing, while her lips parted like she was looking for another kiss. She made such an appealing picture, I was literally needing to pinch myself to check I was awake and this was really happening, but the subtle perfume of her skin, the sweet, heady scent of her arousal, the soft, breathy sighs as I worked her up, I couldn’t have imagined those, ergo this really was real.