Remmi leaned back and scrutinized me. Then she leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “Take me to bed or lose me forever.” Her throaty voice had me at attention instantly.
“What?” I choked.
“You know, Top Gun,” Remmi grinned at me.
I knew it was one of her favorite movies, but I never dreamed she’d be saying that line to me.
“Come on, let’s get out of here,” Remmi said as she pulled me from the booth. I had to take a moment to adjust myself to keep from tenting my outfit.
The bike ride to her place was quick. In the darkness of the street, I let my hands move up from her waist to her chest.
“That’s what a good backpack does, right?” I asked, remembering her video.
She just laughed at me but didn’t move my hands.
When we got to her place, I helped her move her bike inside. Apparently, she kept the bike in her second bedroom to keep people from messing with it. She once explained to me how special and valuable the bike was. But I’ll be honest, I forgot the story as soon as she said it. I wasn’t a bike girl like she was.
When she came out of the second bedroom where she kept her bike, she offered me some more of that awesome wine from last weekend. We sat on the couch, talking about nothing. If this had been Terri, we’d have skipped the couch and probably not made it to the bedroom before going at it. But this was my sister… and she… we… were both nervous.
After half an hour of watching my Rico-Suave sister behave like a high school freshman on her first date, I’d had enough. I wasn’t sure exactly what I should do, but I knew it wasn’t this uncomfortable small talk.
I stood up and started walking towards the bedroom door without a word.
“Wha… what are you doing?” Remmi asked.
“I’m going to bed. Would you like to come?” I asked, turning back and offering her my hand.
Hesitantly, she finally took my hand and stood up. When she did, I pulled her into an embrace and locked my mouth to hers. I’d had an amazing night with her so far, but I was pent-up and frustrated.
“Watching you tonight, teasing me in this outfit I know you wore just to mess with me. I’ve been dying to get you alone,” I said truthfully.
“I didn’t–”
“Yes, you did,” I said, pulling back and looking at her.
She stared back until she finally said, “Yes, I did.”
I nodded as I pulled her through the bedroom door and towards the bed.
“You’ve always been in charge, haven’t you?” I voiced my suspicions.
“What do you–”
“In your relationships, you’ve always called the shots, right?” I knew the answer, but it had to be said.
“I… uh.”
“Right?” I asked again.
“Yes. I was always the one that had to initiate everything,” Remmi said.
“Well, not tonight,” I said as we stood beside the bed and I slowly began to undress her.
“Uh,” Remmi looked more uncomfortable than I’d ever seen her before.
But it didn’t stop me. I continued to remove her clothes, piece by piece, until she was down to her small clothes. Then I made her stand there and watch as I took mine off.
Watching her face when my hard cock finally popped free, I almost laughed. Thankfully, I controlled myself as the expression of fear on her face probably would have sent her running if I’d said the wrong thing.
I pulled her to me, holding her and running my hands across her back as we started kissing once again. A minute later, I had her bra on the floor, her warm, firm breasts pressing into mine.
Her kissing became more intense as my hands slipped down her sides, and I hooked my thumbs into her panties. Slowly, I knelt before her, pulling her panties off and lowering her to the bed.
I kissed up her thighs, taking my time. I needed her to relax, and I knew what relaxed me the most. I hooked her legs over my shoulders as I knelt next to the bed and lowered my mouth to her moist sex.
As soon as my mouth planted the first kiss on her lower lips, she gasped. I was delicate and patient even though I was dying to bring my sister off. I wanted to take care of her in every way possible. I wanted to give her a night to remember. Not because it had been with her sister, but because it had been with someone she cared about and who cared about her.
The sounds of her moaning, as I continued to service her, made my cock twitch with how hard it was. I used every trick I knew to lick, tease, explore, and play with my sister’s pussy until I had her shaking uncontrollably, teetering on the edge of her orgasm. And, with a simple swipe of my tongue, I sent Remmi over the edge and into shuddering waves of pleasure.
I held on, kissing and caressing as she rode out the pleasure I’d given her. When she finally calmed, I looked up at her sated expression before rising and moving up on the bed with her.
Remmi was shorter than I was. Not by a lot, but enough to be noticeable as I slid atop her. I rested my painfully erect cock along her slit, making her jump as I teased her clit with my head.
“Ohhh,” she cooed and finally opened her eyes to see me nose to nose with her.
“I take it you enjoyed that?” I asked.
“Mmmm hmmm,” she agreed.
“Would you like me to stop or keep going?” I asked, looking into her eyes.
“Go,” she said, biting her lip.
“Have I ever told you I love your eyes? The emerald green takes my breath away every time. I’ve hated you for it for so long.”
Remmi looked at me like I was nuts.
“What are you talking about? Those baby blues of yours are probably what has gotten you every date you’ve ever had,” Remmi said. “That and that bottle blonde you use.”
“Hey!” I started.
“Hey nothing. I know what your real hair color is; I can see your roots right now!” Remmi said. “And I honestly think–”
But I cut her off as I ground the head of my cock into her clit.
“Oh God!” she whimpered as I continued to grind into her. She jerked and shook until I finally took pity on her and adjusted so that I was gently resting between her lower lips.
When I paused, she looked up at me. We stared at one another for a long time. Finally, she nodded.
“Love you, sis,” I said as I started to slide my cock into my sister.
She was tight, ridiculously tight and not just because of my size either. It was like her pussy was a size smaller than it should be. Granted, her body was smaller than mine, but that’s one of the reasons she was such a good gymnast: she was built for it.
She’d told me either childhood gymnastics or the ton of toys she’s tried over the years had gotten her hymen out of the way. So, that wasn’t what was keeping me from moving more than an inch or so in.
The look of discomfort on her face caused me to stop. “Are you OK?” I asked, honestly concerned.
“Uh, you’re just… big,” she said, moving her hips to try and adjust.
Another few minutes and I’d only managed to get half an inch more into her.
“Ugh! Terri made this look so easy!” Remmi growled in frustration.
“Well, Terri’s a huge slut,” I grinned at her.
Remmi made a sour face before leaning over and rummaging through her nightstand drawer.
“Where is it?” she murmured.
“Where’s what?” I asked, trying to move with her to stay inside her.
“Aha!” Remmi said, pulling a small bottle from the drawer and starting to unscrew the cap.
I recognized the bottle.
“Is that Dad’s ‘special sauce’?” I asked.
“How do you know about ‘special sauce?'” Remmi asked, her eyes narrowing.
I gave her a look.
“Oh yeah! I forgot,” Remmi said sheepishly before she poured a small bit into her hands.
“A better question is how you know about it,” I said.
Remmi gave me the side eye, “I’m just a snoop.”
“Uh-huh,” I said, unsure if I believed her. I pulled out of her as gently as I could. She still grunted as I did.