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That Night

That Night

By Spectre

My s****r and I weren't really close before we were teenagers. I'm
two years older and was always a step ahead in what I was allowed to do.
We didn't fight all that much, we just weren't really friends. Looking
back, I know it was sexual tension. Kayla was always beautiful, always the
loveliest girl in my eyes. Slender without being thin, dark skin that
bronzed in the summer sun, long brown hair that developed blonde streaks as
she grew older. She has amazing eyes, so brown and deep you could wander
in them for days.

She was the quiet, intelligent type, even though her beauty made
people think otherwise. Still, she wasn't the buxom, classic beauty that
made other girls jealous and had boys lined up to date her. So it happened
that, as we grew older, we became more and more each other's best friend.

I graduated and went off to college. She graduated, then followed me
to the same school. Those two years we were there together were a
wonderful time. People often mistook us for a couple, the way we'd laugh
and hang on each other, the way we were always together. That's when I
really began to feel something special for her.

As teens, Kayla was frequently the star in my masturbation fantasies.
I'd ogle her around the house, try to peek on her (I once saw her in bra
and panties), and when she wore a bikini...I was doomed. As our friendship
grew, I pushed away those feelings of lust, reminding myself how unnatural
it was.

Then came Sharon. I met her right out of college. I'd moved into an
apartment building near the radio station where I'd landed a job. We hit
it off, and though I never told anyone, she was my first steady girlfriend.
Romance seemed to flower quickly. Back in college, Kayla also seemed to be
moving on, getting a boyfriend. It wasn't her first, though, as I'd been
jealous of many of her dates.

Time passed. Sharon and I moved in together after a year of dating.
Kayla graduated that spring and right away moved in with her boyfriend.
And we started dating again. We didn't call it that, but that's what it
was. We'd go to the movies, to shows, out to eat, or even afternoons in
the park. Just the two of us.

Jerry, her boyfriend, decided he'd go play poker all night around mid-
September. Kayla accepted my invitation to sl**p over at my apartment, so
she wouldn't be alone. Sharon was going to one of her activist's meetings
(she was always protesting something) so Kayla and I went to the movies.
She picked out Gladiator, and it turned out to be a very momentous choice.

In the movie, Joaquin Phoenix plays the Emperor of Rome who is
infatuated with his own s****r. All through the movie he kept trying to
seduce her, finally blackmailing her into being his lover. Kayla kept
casting glances at me, grinning, but it made me uncomfortable. It made me
realize how much I desired my own s****r. How much I'd fallen in love with

On the drive home afterward, Kayla was thoughtful. "Why do you think
he was like that?" she asked me, meaning the Emperor in the movie. "I
mean, he's rich and powerful, he could have any woman in the world. Why
his own s****r?"

I was glad she couldn't see my face in the darkened car. "Maybe," I
suggested, "he just thought she was the most beautiful and desirable woman
he'd ever known. No one else would do."

"Oh," she replied, pensive. "I thought it might be because he wanted
a c***d of pure bl**d or something."

Shit. I hadn't thought of that. I'd projected my own feelings into
it. I tried to read her expression but couldn't. I just hoped she didn't
see through my thin answer to my desire beneath.

Back at my place, Sharon was already in bed. I chatted with her as I
changed into nightwear. Sharon loved her Valium and was already very
woozy. She passed out before I'd left the room. Kayla joined me in the
living room wearing the nightgown she'd brought with her. The hem fell
only to mid-thing, and it took all my willpower not to ogle her legs.
Likewise, the neckline was low cut and sheer, showing my her cleavage.
Kayla had very small breasts and they had always turned me on.

"Nice gown," I commented, unable to resist saying something.

Kayla looked down at herself. "Thanks," she said. She put her hand
on her chest. "Not much to show off, though."

"You've got enough," I told her.

She glanced at me quickly, then back down, running a hand over her
small boobs. "I don't know," she said. "They're so small."

"I think they're perfect," I heard myself say. It was like I'd lost
control of my mouth.

"You do?" she asked, a grin appearing on her lips. Her sweet,
kissable lips. "That's so sweet..." I think I blushed, so I turned away
quickly and led the way to the sofa.

"Want to watch TV?" I asked over my shoulder.

"Nah," Kayla replied. "Not in the mood. Why don't we just talk?" I
started to sit down, then I saw my s****r sit on the floor, so I joined her
down there. That was fine with me. It was a lot easier to glance at her
legs this way.

We chatted for awhile, covering topics like our jobs, our
relationships (neither of us was very happy, it seemed), and the fact that
she had recently had an article published in the New Yorker.

"That reminds me," I said, reaching beneath the sofa for the item I'd
hidden there. "I have something for you. Kind of a reward." I pulled out
a small box and handed it to her.

"What is it?" she asked, her eyes shining. My God, she looked so
beautiful right then.

"Open it and see."

She pried the hinged lid open and gasped when she saw the gold anklet
inside. I knew she had an affinity for ankle jewelry.

"Oh, Nick!" she cooed. "It's beautiful! But why?"

"I told you, a reward for becoming published. Besides, I love you
s*s." I swallowed hard. "You're my best friend, and I just wanted you to
know how special you are to me."

"That is so sweet," she said, tears appearing at the corners of her
eyes. She gave me a soft, lingering kiss on my cheek. "You're my best
friend, too," she whispered in my ear. She slid back a notch and handed me
the anklet. "Put it on me?" she asked. Then she lifted her leg and
planted her petite foot flat on my chest.

I froze.

I felt a sudden rush of excitement. Kayla's gown had fallen back as
her leg came up, exposing her limb all the way up to her panties. I knew
in that moment that the rest of my life was going to be agony, that no
other woman on Earth could fill my heart like my own, dear s****r.

I didn't try to hide my emotions as I slowly ran my gaze up and down
her leg. I held her foot and caressed her calf, then took the anklet from
her hand. Kayla seemed a little surprised at my actions, but I was lost.
I was consumed by desire. I fastened the jewelry around her delicate
ankle, then caressed her leg again. I kissed the top of her foot, stroked
her leg, and Kayla did not protest or try to pull away.

When I took her big toe in my mouth, she gasped. I held her foot up
and licked her sole, making her moan. Our eyes locked, and I could see the
wantonness on her face. I licked my way over her foot and up her calf, her
shin, to her knee.

I was closer then, so I leaned to her face. Kayla's eyes flickered
closed as I pressed my lips to hers. She had such soft lips. Her tongue
snaked out, and I took it into my mouth. The thrill was nearly
overwhelming. I was french-kissing my own very beautiful s****r!

I put my hand on her breast, and she jumped. She pulled back a
little. "Nick," she began. I expected protest and didn't want to hear it.
I shushed her, covering her mouth with my fingers, then kissing her again.
She let me press her back until she was laying on the floor and I was
hovering over her.

We kissed passionately, giving in to our pent up i****tuous lust. My
hands roamed her body, and she spread her legs wide for me when I reached
for her crotch. Her back arched and she moaned into my mouth as I rubbed
her pussy through her panties. I slid my hand in through the waistband,
and suddenly I was stroking my s****r's wet cunt.

She clutched at me as I slid a finger into her. She was surprisingly
tight, and I imagined what it would feel like to have my cock inside her.
I kissed my way down her body quickly. Planting myself between my s****r's
spread legs, I pulled aside the crotch of her panties for my first look at
her pussy.

It was beautiful, just like the rest of her. She had trimmed her bush
into a neat inverted t****zoid, her inner lips peeked out seductively from
her hairless vulva, and all her flesh here was a light tan, her natural
color. I ran my tongue through her slit. Kayla stiffened and moaned
loudly, then slapped her hand over her mouth. I tongue-fucked her pussy,
reveling in her musk.

"Nick!" she gasped, her body shuddering. "We can't do this!"

I looked at her over her flat tummy, my face glistening with her
juices. "I'll stop if you want to," I told her, wondering if I could.
"Just say so. Tell me you don't want this, and I'll stop."

She held herself up on her elbows and gazed at me, saying nothing. I
smiled broadly and dove back into her pussy. Kayla fell back with a gasp.
She lifted her legs, bringing her knees back, toes pointed down my body,
and she grasped my head with both hands, pulling my face against her cunt.
She was totally opened up to me now. I sucked her pussy, and tongued her
clit, and minutes later she had an orgasm.

Kayla's body tensed. Her toes curled. Her head came off the floor,
her face scrunched as her body shook and her woman cum flooded my mouth. I
eagerly drank my s****r's cunt juice and lapped at her pussy until she
began to calm down.

Quickly, I removed her panties and tossed them aside. She was
starting to protest again as I pushed her legs back, my hands behind her
thighs, and started french kissing her pussy. Kayla moaned and thrust her
hips up at me, grinding her pussy into my mouth.

I was dizzy with disbelief. This was my most erotic fantasy come
true! Kayla shuddered as another orgasm swept over her. I rode it out,
sucking her pussy, then stood as she calmed. She looked up at me, panting,
her feet flat on the floor and legs spread lewdly as I began to strip. I
pulled off my shirt, tossed it aside, then shoved my shorts down.

As I stepped out of them, Kayla sat up. When I stood, her eyes were
glued to my cock. She reached for it. I shuddered with delight as I
watched her delicate hand wrap around my meat. She stroked me a few times,
and looked up at me, an expression of amusement on her face.

"I never imagined it would be so big," she told me. She pulled her
legs under her and rose up on her knees, putting her face level with my
crotch. "It's just as lovely as I always thought it would be, though," she
said, letting me know that my s****r had also had fantasies about me. I
thought I'd die when she opened her mouth and began to suck me. She moaned
as if she was tasting something wonderful, and I couldn't decide what was
more thrilling, the sensation of her mouth on my cock or the sight of my
gorgeous s****r's face in my crotch. I watched her mesmerized.

She pulled off but continued to jack my cock, now slick with her
saliva. "Have you ever cum in a girl's mouth?" she asked, looking up at

I shook my head. "Good," she said. "I'll be the first to taste your
cum." I very nearly did cum when she slurped me into her mouth again. She
pulled off again. "And yours will be the first cum ever in my mouth. Not
this time, though." She released my cock and grabbed the hem of her gown.
She pulled it off in one smooth motion, revealing her wonderful body to my
hungry gaze. She was so beautiful I felt I could cry.

Kayla lay back again on the floor. She held her arms out to me. I
dropped to my knees between her spread legs and lowered myself on top of
her. Her naked tits pressed into my bare chest. We kissed deeply as my
cock rubbed against her pussy. It found it's way to her opening without
guidance, as if it had been born knowing the way, like it was coming home.

I pushed into my s****r's pussy slowly but firmly. Her hands clawed
my back as I split her lips. She was tight, the tightest I'd ever
experienced. She told me later that my cock was easily twice as large as
any she'd ever had inside her...or ever would again.

Her pussy was wet and hot, and it engulfed my cock like a glove. I
had to work it in, but finally I was buried inside her. We were joined, my
s****r and I.

My face was inches from hers as I thrust into her. I could taste her
breath, see the lust boiling in the depths of her eyes. She brought her
legs up and wrapped them around my waist, locking her ankles together. I
pulled out until only my head was left inside her, then plunged back in.
Her eyes fluttered and she moaned my name.

I fucked her with that same, steady rhythm. Her tight pussy hugged my
cock with each thrust, pulling me back in as I withdrew. Kayla shuddered
as an orgasm ripped into her. Her pussy clenched my cock like a vise,
massaging it fiercely as it pulsated.

"Oh, God!" she gasped. "I love you, Nick! I love you my b*****r!"

"I love you, s*s!" I moaned back at her. I began fucking her again,
nearing my own completion.

"Oh, Nick!" she whispered, squeezing me with her legs. "This is
i****t, Nick."

That word, spoken aloud, was incredibly erotic. I groaned and thrust
deeply into her. "How does it feel?" she asked.

"Wonderful," I groaned.

"How does it feel to be fucking your s****r?"

I felt my orgasm starting. "I love it!" I said. "I love you, Kayla.
I always have."

"Oh, Nick," my s****r purred. "I've always wanted to fuck you Nick.
I've always wanted to fuck my b*****r."

I came then, shooting my cum deep inside her body like a wild cannon.
Kayla's eyes widened as she felt my hot seed pouring into her, and suddenly
she was cumming again. Her pussy milked my cock, doubling the power of my
orgasm, draining me.

I collapsed on top of her. She hugged me as hard as she could, her
body still trembling. I started to move. "Don't leave me," she begged.
"I want your cock to stay inside me."

"Okay," I said and kissed her. We kissed passionately for the next
few minutes. Finally, my now limp cock slipped out of her. "It's okay," I
told her, seeing her sad face. "It'll be inside you again soon."


"I promise," I told her. "If you'll let me, I'll fuck you every day."

"Oh, Nick," she sighed. "My wonder big b*****r. I really do love
you, you know."

"I wish you could be my wife," I confessed. She was shocked.

"Really?" she asked. "You really love me that way, too?"

"Yes. I think I always have."

"But it's i****t," she pointed out. "I'm your s****r. You're my
b*****r." She grinned even as she said it. "You just fucked your s****r."
My cock was stirring at her words.

"And you just fucked your b*****r," I countered. She moaned.

"That really turns me on," she said. "Fuck me again?" She could feel
my cock rising, poking her cunt lips.

"Anything you say," I told her. "I love you...wife..."

"I love you, husband," she said. "Can we really pretend that? It's
okay with you?"

For an answer, I started pushing my cock back inside my s****r's body.
"As far as I'm concerned," I said to her, inching my hardness into her, "we
can live it for real."

She threw her arms around my neck. "Oh, Nick," she cooed. "That
would make me so happy! I love you, I love you, I love you....Oh!" She
squealed as I plunged into her.

"Make a baby in me," she said. She looked up at me with those amazing
eyes. "Fuck me forever my b***** husband."

"Forever, s*s," I echoed, and began to fuck her with passion.
"Forever, wife."

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