“Ollie, I think you and Izzy have a few things you need to get straight,” she began, “Last night was fun and all, but the two of you need to work out a few things, so I’m going to leave you to it. I need to pick up a few things at the supermarket later and I need you to help me with lunch, so come down when you’re done, but don’t be all day about it. I’m going for a walk down to the newsagent, that idiot paperboy delivered the wrong papers again so I’m going to have a word with them. See you later, poppets.”
Ollie watched her slip into a pair of sheer panties, skin-tight black yoga pants, and a matching sports top with naked lust oozing from every pore, while Izzy watched him with an amused glint in her eye, noting the focus of his attention and plotting how to pay him back for it. When Carol finally slipped on a pair of flats and bobbed, wiggled and undulated out of the room, Izzy turned to face Ollie and pressed herself against him, gasping softly as his distended erection scraped against her slit, sending a quick ‘zing!’ of pleasure through her.
“OK cock-boy, now that Carol the Hottie’s gone bye-bye, time to play; you owe me boy, now you get to pay me, and this better be good, or I’m telling Moxie you fancy him…”
Ollie grinned at her threat as he slid his hands around her waist and cupped her bottom, absently squeezing and playing with the taut cheeks as he kissed the tip of her nose.
“Isobel, Izzy, my sweet, sexy, tarty little Izzy-Wizzy, if you do that I’ll have to show everyone those pictures of you I downloaded from Psycho Tommy’s phone, and you don’t want that, do you, honey-bun?”
Izzy tried to punch him in the chest, but then somehow she was kissing him instead, and he was kissing her back, and now she was once more feeling something new, something that had never been a large part of her previous relationships: gentleness. Ollie was a big, powerful young man, but his kiss was gentle, tender, and considerate, something she’d never experienced before, but had always subconsciously yearned for. An emptiness inside her she’d never realised she’d carried around her entire life filled up with love and longing as Ollie finally touched her where no-one had ever reached before, and claimed her for his own.
Izzy melted against her big brother, drowning in his kiss, gently grinding herself against him even as his fat rod rubbed against her dampening slit, sending sharp little electric thrills shooting through her with every gentle thrust of his hips against her.
“Oooohhhh God, Ollie, that feels good, don’t stop!” she quavered when they surfaced to take a breath, so he obliged, his own head lost in the sheer enjoyment of holding, kneading, and gently squeezing Izzy’s deliciously firm bottom while his need for the slender, beautiful girl pressed so nakedly against him spun and surged through him.
“Oh my God, am I in love with her?” he asked himself, wonder mixed with equal parts lust and longing for her, and when her lips once more pressed against his, and her tongue slipped between his parted lips to fence and tangle with his own, his head answered him back; yes, he was in love with her, and he could feel her feeling the same way too.
This was what Carol had meant, this was what she’d left them to discover in each other, and when she came back, he was going to pull her into this new closeness, because he realised he loved her as much as he loved Izzy; for him, now and forever, the two most perfect women in the world were his big sister and his baby sister, and they really were the loves of his life.
As he kissed Izzy with care and intent, his hands slid up and down her satin flanks, squeezing and fondling her gorgeous backside, pulling the cheeks of her peach-bottom apart just to hear the whispered gasp as he stretched her pink doorway open. Izzy in turn wondered if he was thinking about maybe sliding that big cock of his in there, and, to her surprise, found the idea both appealing and almost unbearably sexy; she’d done anal before, with nondescript lovers who’d gotten off, then gotten off, and she remembered it as a not particularly memorable experience; now, however, with someone as considerate as Ollie, if he was indeed thinking of going there, with that big, fat donger of his, it promised to be something else altogether, a truly next-level experience, and she thrilled with arousal at the idea.
Ollie broke their clinch and sat upright, pulling Izzy to kneel astride him, her hot, moist little pussy suddenly rubbing and scraping against his urgently erect cock. Izzy gasped as she pressed against the stone-hard flesh, then grinned wickedly as she wrapped her arms around Ollie’s neck and pulled herself closer to him so she could torture him by rubbing herself along his length even as she kissed him passionately.
Ollie kissed her back just as fervently, his hips making small, thrusting motions as he felt what she was doing, rubbing himself against her even as she did the same to him. As they kissed and ground together, his hands slid around her flanks to squeeze, lift, and separate her delectable cheeks so his finger could gently probe her taut, tense little back-door, making her gasp and grind against him even more deliberately.
Ollie slid his finger into her damp pussy, drawing a gasp from her, before withdrawing and once more probing her anus with his wetted finger, then slowly, gently, sliding it into her, enjoying the catch in her breath as he invaded her last secret place.
“Are you going to stick your dick in my bum or just play stink-finger with it?” she grinned, nipping the end of his nose with a tiny, gentle little kitten bite, barely scraping him with her teeth.
Ollie grinned at her choice of words.
“You’re a very dirty young woman, did you know that, Izzy Bartlett? I may have to spank you to teach you some manners…” he husked sexily in her ear, making her giggle and grind once more against him.
“If you spank me, will you kiss it better afterwards?” she retorted, whispering just as sexily in his ear, putting him off his guard before shoving her wet tongue tip into his ear, making him hoot as gooseflesh erupted like cold fire all over his body.
Izzy giggled as Ollie spun her around so she was face down across his lap and held her down with his arm across her back.
“Oh Ollie, you’re so big and masterful, you are, oh you are! You men, you’re such beasts, but you’re so manly, Ollie, and such a big thingy, too, Oh, what shall I do, what shall I do?” she simpered, taunting him, while Ollie stared, transfixed by the sight of her perfect bottom flexing and jiggling as she wriggled so invitingly.
“I said, ‘you’re so big and masterful…?’ she hinted, and gave a soft, happy squeal as the flat of his hand smacked lightly against her gorgeous rump, making the flesh quiver tantalisingly. The pink imprint of his hand stood out against the firm, porcelain flesh, and so he did it again, this time on the other cheek, while Izzy writhed and pretend-struggled, her taut buttocks dancing and quivering in a way guaranteed to make any red-blooded male beat his chest, howl like tarzan, and bore in for the kill…
Ollie smacked her again, and again, not stinging or painful smacks, really just pats so he could watch her marvellous backside bounce, twitch and quiver, while Izzy giggled and gurgled in amusement, well aware of the rock-hard cock pressing firmly into her soft belly as she deliberately wriggled and undulated against him.
Ollie stopped pretending to spank his hot little sister because certain parts of him needed to do a lot more than play grab-ass, and Izzy was moaning more than giggling now, further advancing the ‘time to fuck’ clock. Now, with each smack his hand lingered, and squeezed, and fondled, and Izzy pushed back harder and higher against him, her delicious derriere wriggling and jiggling even more as she showed him what she wanted, while the sweet musk of her excitement slowly filled his head, inflaming his need even further.
With a sudden heave Ollie swept Izzy upright to once more straddle him, his surging cock again trapped between them, and the damp heat of her swollen pussy rubbed against him as he kissed her once more. Izzy kissed him back just as urgently, her need now almost overwhelming, so she broke their kiss to raise herself up, and, after a second of fumbling, aimed his thick cock at her labia, and slowly, carefully, sank down, taking his whole length into her with a long, fluttering sigh as once more he stretched her around himself, stimulating parts of her none of her previous lovers had ever managed to reach.
Ollie was transported by the sight of his beautiful sister as she fucked him; her lips swollen and parted, a bee-stung, perfect rosebud aching to be kissed and tasted, her beautiful eyes shut tight as she ground herself on him, her delicately pretty, sooty lashes outlined perfectly as they lay on her flawless cheeks, her long, elegant neck, and most of all, her beautiful face, the absolute picture of innocent, ecstatic pleasure, flushed with sexual urgency as she slowly but surely climbed to the heights.
Izzy was in a world of her own; this was the third time that big cock had been inside her, but it still felt like a gift to be savoured as she posted on top of her brother. Her orgasm was bubbling inside her, every thrust down onto that column of flesh embedded inside her brought it closer, closer, until, just as she thought the suspense would kill her, Ollie rammed his finger deep into her anus even as he thrust his hips to meet hers, jamming himself deep inside her.