He watched her all through Easter lunch.
Her dark green eyes, partially hidden behind the large glasses, rarely lifted from the plate before her. She had barely eaten any of the roast pork before her, simply pushed it around on the plate with her fork. Now and then she plastered a semblance of a smile on her face whenever mum or dad cracked a joke.
He hadn’t seen his s****r in almost a year. He had come home for Easter break, taking time off from work and the pressure of his final year at university. His latest girlfriend from university had tagged along, and they were both flying back to Sydney on Wednesday.
His s****r hadn’t changed much, still the long chocolate brown hair sc****d back in a pony-tail, her perfect complexion and pretty eyes hidden by the thick glasses. She had on a high-necked baggy top, jeans and sneakers, so he couldn’t make out how her breasts or figure had developed. She had just turned eighteen over a month ago, and planned to attend university next year. Her mother had mentioned a boyfriend on the phone, but that it didn’t seem serious.
His shy, gentle s****r was the complete opposite of his girlfriend Kelly. Kelly was popular and outgoing, with great tits and an arse you couldn’t keep your hands off. She chatted all through lunch, complimenting my mother on her cooking, the Easter decorations, the lot, trying to make a good impression. Lucky she was a great fuck.
It wasn’t until later, when he and his s****r were washing up, that he got a chance to speak to her alone.
“What’s up?” he asked her, playing the nonchalant older b*****r by four years.
She simply shrugged, head down as she continued to wipe the plates and put them away.
“Come on, you can tell me. You know I won’t say anything to mum or dad.”
Still she didn’t answer, and he pinched her on the butt as she leaned over to put another plate away.
“Ow!” she cried, giving him a dirty look. “What was that for?”
“Is it your boyfriend? Is he hassling you, because if he is-“
“What boyfriend!” she muttered. “He dumped me last night.”
“Just before Easter?” he asked incredulously. Far from being a perfect boyfriend himself, even he knew better than to dump someone on the day before Easter. The day after, maybe.
They didn’t speak any more because just then Kelly came into the kitchen. “Hey sweetie, I think I’m d***k on your mother’s brandy,” she giggled, sliding her hands around my waist as she mashed her big tits against my back. I could feel her hard nipples poking at me through my shirt. Her fingers brushed against my cock. Kelly was a live one! Flicking a glance at his s****r, who was deliberately paying them scant attention, he slipped a hand, still covered in suds from the dishwater, behind her bottom and up under her short flimsy skirt. He felt her jump slightly as his wet finger pushed aside her silky panties and lightly traced the hairless valley of her pussy before shoving up inside of her before quickly withdrawing. He smiled when he heard her gasp. Two could play this game, he thought.
Later that night, he snuck into the spare bedroom that his parents had given Kelly and fucked her hard. His parents bedroom was downstairs, and probably knew what they were about, but put them is separate bedrooms for propriety’s sake. He didn’t give a rats ass if his s****r could hear them from her room next to them as Kelly bounced on his prick.
When they finished he left Kelly sprawled snoring on the bed, and went to use the bathroom down the hall. As he was coming back, he heard a feint noise from his s****r’s room, like something fell over. Stopping and putting his ear up against the door, he listened but didn’t hear anything.
Shrugging, he rapped lightly on the door with the back of his knuckles. “Shannon?” he whispered.
Silence, then he heard a soft “what?” through the door. Turning the knob, he slipped silently into the dark room and shut the door behind him. Some instinct made him turn the lock.
He felt his way over the bed, thankful that his little s****r hadn’t changed the layout. He heard her quickly move her feet as he sunk down on the edge of the bed.
“What are you doing?” she asked. “Are you d***k?”
“Of course not,” he lied, thinking of the bottle of brandy he and Kelly had polished off between them after his parents had gone to bed. “I was just a bit worried about you at lunch and dinner. You didn’t seem to be yourself.”
Neither of them spoke for a while. Finally she asked, “Have you ever told a girl you thought she was hopeless in bed?”
“What?” he asked, caught off guard.
“Never mind. Go back to Kelly!” He heard the bedclothes rustle, and he put his hand out in the dark to stop her from moving away. Both stilled when they realised he was touching her naked breast.
“Did your boyfriend tell you that?” he demanded. His baby s****r deserved a lot better than the jerk this guy sounded to be. His hand still cupped her breast, and he was surprised at how full it felt. He squeezed lightly, his thumb gently rubbing the hard nipple.
“Adam,” she squeaked, trying to sit up and push his hand away.
“Shh,” he said, using his other hand to push her back on the bed as he continued to play with her nipple, rolling it between his fingers. To his delight he felt it her shudder. “Tell me exactly what he said.”
Slowly he moved his hand down over her ribcage, over her flat belly until the tips of his fingers discovered the lacy edging of her panties.
“Adam, you can’t-” she protested weakly.
He ignored her, slipping his hand under the band of her panties to cup her firmly between the legs. She stiffened, and he felt his rod stir. She was slick and wet, and he had to bite his tongue to stop himself from laughing. She must have been turned on by the antics he and Kelly got up to in the next room!
“You know,” he said, as he ran the tip of his finger teasingly along her slit. “If a guy tells a girl that they’re hopeless in bed, it usually means he hasn’t got the moves.”
His finger curled into her plump pink lips, and she moaned softly in the dark. He eased further down to the bottom of the bed, dragging the bed cover with him. He found her ankle, and slowly ran his hand up over her smooth skin to circle her knee.
“He - he said I was cold,” she confessed softly in the darkness.
“Oh, baby, you’re not cold. You’re anything but,” he murmured, spreading her unresisting thighs apart. He breathed in the musky scent of her, the sweet smell of his baby s****rs’ arousal. He felt his prick harden at the thought of sliding into her hot slick nest.
He shifted on the bed to kneel between her thighs, easing her thighs even further apart so that they hung over on either side of the bed.
“Does he make you wet here?” She whimpered as he slid his finger up inside of her. God, she was so tight!
“Sort of,” she panted.
He eased his finger out of her and circling her clit. “Does he suck you here til you scream?” Her hips arched off the bed as he lightly spanked the erect nub.
“No-o,” she gasped.
He heard her suck in her breath as he ran his hands up over her flat belly, up over her ribcage to tease the twin mounds of flesh. He leaned over her to latch his mouth onto one of her pouting nipples, sucking it into his warm mouth. She arched against him, her fingers clutching at his upper arms.
His mouth inched up over her chest to gently nip her neck as his hands continued to play with her tits. “Has he ever got you off?” he breathed against her ear, letting her feel him straining against her panties as he slowly lowered his weight on top of her.
“No,” she whispered huskily, squirming beneath him. She half-heartedly pushed at his shoulders, then froze. “Are you naked?” she exclaimed as her fingers ran tentatively down his back and over his hips. “Oh, my god! Adam, get off of me,” she cried.
“Shh,” he whispered. Then he kissed her. At first she struggled under him and he pinned her to the mattress with the full weight of his body, but soon her lips were softening under his and the kiss gentled, his mouth moving teasingly over hers. When her lips parted with a soft moan he took it as an invitation to plunge his tongue into her mouth.
Soon she was returning his kiss, and he ran his hands over her, coaxing sweet shudders from her as he caressed her young body. She whimpered in protest when he tore his lips from hers to work down her neck, between the valley between her breasts and down over her quivering belly.
“Baby, let me make you come,” he whispered, as he eased back from her slightly. She moaned as his fingers slipped under the sides of her panties and gently tugged them down over her thighs.
“Adam, don’t -”
“Shhh. I’m going to show you what it’s like to be with a real man.” He lifted one leg then the other as he slipped her panties over her ankles and tossed them carelessly onto the floor before running his hand up and down the inside of her thighs. Slowly he pushed her knees toward her breasts.
He pressed one hand firmly across her mouth as he ran his tongue along her wet slit. His tongue snaked between the plump pink folds, lapping at her sweet dew, and her muffled protests could be heard against his hand. She bucked when he sucked on her clit, probing it with his tongue. Soon her fingers tangled in his dark hair, urging him on.
He felt rock hard, and knew he had to shove his prick in her soon, needed to feel her first orgasm with a dick in her shatter around him as he bucked deep inside of her. His let go of her mouth and held her legs firmly apart as he cupped her bottom and lifted her up to his mouth. He began thrusting his tongue up inside her tight channel, dripping and ready for him. He felt his body tighten as she clenched and unclenched the walls of her sheath around his delving tongue as it licked up every last drop.
She was panting and writhing on the bed as he eased him mouth from her. Grabbing his cock in one hand, he positioned it against her melting entrance as he moved over her. He eased the thick knob into her exquisite tightness, pushing against her body’s resistance.
“Tell me now if you want me to stop,” he muttered as he lay on top of her with the tip of his cock sheathed inside of her, his body fighting for control.
“Don’t, please don’t stop,” she cried, thrusting down on him with her hips. She moaned as she sunk down an inch on him, and his hands closed over her ass as he plunged into her to the hilt, stretching her around his spearing cock.
“s*s you feel so good,” he grunted as he eased out of her before ramming back deep inside of her. As tight as she was, she was wet and slick so that he was able to work his large prick in and out of her without hurting her. He knew he was big, and that she was inexperienced, but he doubted he could hold on much longer before ramming her senseless.
Her boyfriend was a fucking moron! He thought to himself as he began to drive his cock deep inside of her with long fierce strokes.
She was moaning and bucking beneath him, her nails raking down his back as she strained to take all of him in.
“Fuck” he muttered, the whole bed shaking beneath his hard thrusts, his balls slamming against her. He was unable to remember the last time he had such a tight pussy. He couldn’t believe his own s****r felt this good.
He slipped a hand down between their sweaty bodies, delving in the damp curls at the bottom of her belly.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she cried, as he found her, all the while pounding into her with his hard cock.
He mouth slanted over hers in an urgent kiss as he rode her hard, pushing her left leg over his shoulder as he changed the angle of his thrusts as he slammed into her slick heat over and over.
Soon after he broke the kiss her cries turned to soft moans, then almost inaudible whimpers. He groaned as he felt her body tighten around him, her sheath sucking him deep inside her as she rippled and shuddered around him. Her nails dug into his arse cheeks as her spasming pussy milked his cock.
“Christ,” he cried, unable to hold off any longer as he exploded inside of her, spurting his cum deep inside her pussy with long, shuddering thrusts.
He eased himself off of her, collapsing on his back beside her on the bed, his chest rising and falling as he ran a hand through his hair.
“Definitely not cold,” he groaned, slipping his fingers into the heated nest between her thighs, oozing with his cum.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” she whispered, even as her hand covered his, holding it firmly between her legs as he slipped two fingers into her.
“Your boyfriend is an ass,” was all he could manage. They both knew this would happen again.
“He also has a small dick,” she said, a small giggle escaping her, which turned quickly to a soft moan as he began to jerk her off. He felt her small hand brush against his belly, and his eyes closed at the exquisiteness of her fingers tentatively closed around his rising cock. Definitely not cold!