Oh….Ashley

[pradeep8715]

Oh….Ashley

Update-14

I held my sister's waist and drifted toward her neck. When said she wanted to be closer to me, she wasn't kidding. Nuzzling my nose in her hair, I silently dozed off with Ashley in my arms.

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Chapter- 3: Changes

For the second morning in a row I woke up to the wonderful feeling of Ashley's slender figure against mine. She was half laying on top of me with her right leg draped over my thigh, arm across my chest, and breasts mashed into my side. A small rivulet of drool trailed from the corner of her mouth onto my shirt. If she were anyone else, I would've lifted her off me in a heartbeat, but I found it adorable my perfect sister could have such a natural quirk.

Glancing at the clock on her far wall, I read the time as half past eight; our parents were long-gone for work by now. I couldn't remember what time we went to bed the previous night, but I was feeling invincible. It would take me days of non-stop running with an elephant tied to my waist to exhaust all my stamina. But exercising would be a complete waste of energy. I had other plans on how to use it.

If only Ashley would wake up. I must've done a pretty good job of satisfying her if she's still asleep at this time - if I did say so myself. I've woken up later than her for years, for as long as we've had separate bedrooms.

During my first two years of high school, Ashley would personally sneak into my room and wake me each morning. Sometimes she'd sit on her knees and bounce on my bed until I swiped my hands like a zombie. Other days she'd stand beside my bed and repeat my name over and over again until I told her to leave me alone, which I never really meant and she never really did.

As with her pet name for me, my sister stopped waking me up for school without any reason why. I hoped our recent confessions to one another would encourage her to jumpstart my days with her splendid smile again. And if I played my cards right, maybe she would find another way to wake me up.

Although we had only spent two full nights together, it felt like something we've been doing for a lot longer. I couldn't imagine spending another night without someone to share a blanket with. I have a dangerous habit of becoming overly obsessive about things, and Ashley was easily at the peak of my current obsessions. I caught the elusive carrot on a stick and there was no way I was going to let it escape.

Still, I couldn't help but wonder how much longer we could keep this up. If it were just her and me, there'd be no doubts we were doing what we should've been years ago. Why did it take us so long to find the courage to cuddle in each other's embrace? I suppose the answer should be rather obvious to me: Ashley's my sister.

But as I watched her sleep, I couldn't convince myself of that. There was something different, something unique that made her a new woman. Her hair, maybe. She's been letting it grow past her shoulders for a few months. I had suggested she give it a try once or twice, though I never imagined she would look so dazzling with longer hair. But that couldn't be it. It was just a new style. Maybe I was being flustered by the scent of berries on her skin. The smell was more alluring than the things I've normally woken up to. Nah, that couldn't be it either. My head was as clear as a fishbowl. Whatever the difference, it had me completely infatuated.

Each tick of the second hand came deafly slow and it seemed like my sleeping beauty would never open her eyes. I pointed my finger out in front of her mouth, feeling each of her small and steady breaths. I gently pinched her nose between my finger and thumb, but all that did was make her snore a little. Brushing away the golden hair over her eyelids, I pulled her up a little higher so we lay face to face on our sides, her breaths now tickling my lips.

I closed my eyes and moved my mouth closer to my sister's. Our lips pressed softly together. Hot air entered my mouth. I curled my tongue against the underside of her upper lip. Her mouth remained open, so I delved deeper, tasting the top of her tongue. Ashley sighed peacefully. I closed my mouth over her lips and sucked on the pink velvet. They were tender and moist, as if they were meant to be continuously kissed till the end of time, even when dormant.

As luck would have it, my sister didn't stay lifeless for long. Her tongue abruptly forced its way into my mouth. I moaned at the welcome intrusion. Her arms, which had been around my waist, pulled us closer together. With my eyes still shut, I lowered my hand to her calf and raised her leg over my waist, letting her straddle me.

Ashley nudged me onto my back, her body rolling on top. She grabbed my hands from her calves and placed them on her smooth, round butt. I rubbed her cheeks with my palms, gently digging my fingers into her creamy flesh through her cotton pajamas.

We made out like this for a few minutes.

Ashley lifted her beautiful face above mine. "Mmm, I missed you, Tiger. You sure know how make a girl feel special in the morning."

My hands glided along her lower back, tracing the contours of her physique. "I can't control myself. Even when you're asleep I have to kiss you. Does that make me weak?"

She caressed my cheek. "No, of course it doesn't. Don't fight your feelings. Follow what your heart tells you."

"My heart is telling me... not to get out of bed."

She sat upright and brought my right hand to her chest. "Mine is telling me the same thing."

It was amazing how close I was to Ashley at that moment. I felt warm and fuzzy, and not from the exquisite touch of her left breast in my hand, but because I could actually feel her heart speaking to me, repeating what I had just heard with each firm beat.

My thumb drew ovals on her breast. "So what should we do while we're here?"

"We can talk." Moving off my stomach, she lay beside me, still holding my hand against her.

"Okay. What do you want to talk about?"

"Anything."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

So we talked. And oh boy did we do a lot of talking. Our conversation was entirely trivial, but I didn't care. Seeing her face beam in joy every time I made her laugh was all I required to feel alive. Leisurely chitchat was exactly what I needed to remind myself that despite everything we had done, we were still young foolish kids who care for each other above all else. My love for Ashley was more than just physical attraction. By far! She has been the only girl I can connect with on a more intellectual level. If you can consider discussing the pros and cons of deep-dish pizza to be intellectual, that is.

Ashley hopped onto her knees. "Gosh, I'm hungry. Let's go out and have some pizza."

I gave my sister a curious look. "Now? It's too early for lunch."

She shrugged her shoulders. "Who said anything about lunch? It's not too late for breakfast."

"Pizza? For breakfast?"

Ashley shook her head, her hair bouncing merrily.

"All right, let's freshen up a bit," I said. "But you know, this is going against what our hearts are telling us."

"My stomach takes precedence right now."

We stood up together. "I'll tell Nikky to get ready so we can drop her off a little early."

My other younger sister, Nicole, was often "babysat" at her friend's house during the weekdays. It couldn't really be called babysitting when the kid volunteered to be babysat, but the arrangement worked out nicely for the three of us. Nikky got to hang out with her friends for the day while Ashley and I got some alone time in the house.

Funny how things turn out sometimes.

Nikky was watching her morning cartoons when I spotted her in the living room. Less than thirty minutes after the three of us had gotten dressed, we all clamored into my car.

* * *

"So where are you two going?" Nikky asked.

Pretending to be self-absorbed in my steering, I waited for Ashley to answer her. I didn't want to tell Nikky that Ashley and I were planning to have lunch without her, but I also didn't want to lie. Telling fibs wasn't something I was very good at, especially when it came to kids. They tend to accept answers by asking more questions, and that has caused me to trip on my words more than a few times. I was hoping Ashley's closer bond to Nikky would allow us to sneak by an afternoon without her.

"Brian and I are going out for lunch," Ashley replied coolly.

That's one way to avoid lying.

"Oh. Between adults?"

"Yeah, you can say that." Ashley turned around between our seats. "Nicole, Brian and I both love you very much. Don't take this the wrong way, okay?"

"It's cool, Big Sis, I understand. Ma and pa warned me that because you're going to college, you guys will be busy with adult stuff and I shouldn't worry if you two spend more time together without me."

"Thanks, Nikky, for understanding."

"No prob. I can't wait until I'm older so I can do adult stuff, too."

"Don't grow up too fast. You only get to be a kid once. Enjoy it for as long as you can."

"That's what ma and pa always tell me..."

A few turns and stop signs later, we arrived at a gigantic two-story Venetian mansion. It always left me dumbfounded when I saw it come into view. The ivory chateau was easily three times the size of our house, with the yard itself larger than our whole estate. The only thing missing was an electronic fence and a pack of hound dogs guarding the driveway. If the interior was anywhere near as rich as the exterior, it was plain to see why Nicole had no objections to being babysat.

"Bye Big Sis, bye Brian."

"Bye Nikky," we shouted after her.

We watched our intrepid sibling skip along a never-ending stone pathway. Nikky's friend opened the front door before she could knock on it, and even though the kids looked like ants from our distance, I could see their smiles as they greeted.

Not a moment too soon, Ashley and I were on our way.

"I feel bad for her," my sister said.

"Why do you say that? Nikky looks happy to me."

"Get a clue. She's obviously hiding her real feelings from us."

"I'm sorry that my detective skills aren't up to par with yours but I really don't get what you mean."

"We're growing distant from her."

"What? No we aren't. I mean, beside last night at the golf course and maybe right now, we haven't been ignoring her or anything like that."

"It might not seem like a big deal to you but she's starting to grow into a young teenager if you haven't noticed. She'll need the two of us to help her deal with everything that life's going to throw her way. If we separate ourselves from her now, she won't feel comfortable about coming to us when she needs to talk about boys and peer pressure and -"

"I understand that, but Nikky and I can't really talk about serious stuff. Although we get along fine, she can never open up to me. What makes you think I'll be able to help her?"

"Because you've been able to help me."

I heard Ashley loud and clear, yet I couldn't comprehend what she meant by that. Peering toward her, I caught a glimpse of the solemn shadow cast over her face.

She continued. "Without you, I would've been completely lost while I was growing up. You had so much experience in the world by the time I started middle school that all the stories you've told me when you graduated from it were like life lessons. You have no idea how much I learned from you: what kind of people to watch out for, how to manage my class work, what food to stay away from. It may not seem that important to you but it was to me.

On the first day of school, it felt as if the rest of my future had been planned out for me. I knew exactly what was going to happen, and even though I had only your stories to guide me, it was like I experienced it all already. That gave me a lot of confidence I never had before. It was a new feeling. A good feeling. I don't think I could've made it without you. And not just middle school, but high school, too." Ashley grasped my right hand with both of hers and held it to her lips. "I want to thank you, Brian. For everything."

I was speechless. Overwhelmed, even. I always believed Ashley was born with an irresistible flair that made everyone adore her. A positive aura radiating from her bright personality. It was mind-boggling to think I may have played a part in turning Ashley into the wonderful girl she grew up to be. I remembered my early teenage years and the difference in my confidence compared to hers was like comparing an infant to Michael Jordan. If one of us had done any teaching, it had to have been her.

On the days I treaded home from high school, Ashley would wait for me at the front door, ready to tell me everything that had happened to her in the seven hours we were apart. She reminded me of a housewife greeting her husband with open arms after a grueling day of work. Yet Ashley would greet me with more than just open arms. She would kiss me on the cheek, then help me carry my books to my room as she summarizes her day. Her short stories were like inspirational tales for me to use in my own life. She taught me how to become a better listener and observer. But most importantly, those moments of sibling intimacy taught me I was in love my sister.

"Ashley, you're right. I have no idea how much that all means to you. When we're alone together, it is so easy for me to open up to you about everything that I blurt out whatever is on my mind. I wonder sometimes if you really listen to me, but I get so caught up in my own thoughts that I need to say them out loud, whether you care or not."

"Of course I listen. And of course I care. You mean a lot to me and I want to know everything that goes on in that brain of yours." Ashley playfully ruffled my hair. "I want Nicole to have what I have. People she can look up to. Please say you'll try?"

"I will. I'll try harder. Starting this Wednesday."

"Wednesday?"

"We'll spend the whole day with Nicole. We'll take her somewhere. Do whatever she wants to do, talk about whatever she wants to talk about. Anything goes."

"That's a great idea. I can't wait."

"Me neither."

The one thing I admire most about Ashley is her mindfulness of everyone precious in her life. It's what sets her above the most righteous of saints. Sure, she and I have a unique relationship, but she isn't going to let that interfere with the well-being of those around her. Family means a lot to us, and it's remarkable how much she thinks about them, even when they're not around.

Shortly after our chitchat, we arrived at what would be the busiest street in town on Friday and Saturday nights. Diner's Boulevard, it was named, has more restaurants than I have teeth lining the extravagant strip. Whatever type of food you're in the mood for, that lane has the best of it. Don't expect drive-thrus and dollar specials here. Nothing less than four-star cuisines at five-star prices bordered every menu.

Because it was early in the afternoon, the pizza joint was mostly empty when Ashley and I entered. There were a few preoccupied stools, but the tables and booths were void of any hungry guests. That didn't prevent the aroma of tomato sauce and every type of meat known to man from fusing into the air, however. An oldies radio station played overhead, giving the place some much-needed tranquility over the roaring ovens in the kitchen.

Ashley made her way to a booth in the far back corner of the restaurant and I followed closely behind. Soon after we sat down, a waitress spotted us and came over to hand us our menus.

Bypassing the normal meet-and-greet, Ashley said, "We don't need the menu, thanks. My boyfriend and I are ready to order."

Joking about how we must've been regulars at the place, the waitress pulled a notepad from her back pocket. Ashley gave her our order of a pepperoni, sausage, and pineapple deep-dish pizza with two large glasses of Pepsi. The waitress nodded, bowed, and disappeared in a flash.

Ashley stared out the window past me, watching the people stroll by and the cars zoom back and forth. Pretending to read the plastic-covered menu on our table, I peeked through the corner of my eyes at her.

My sister didn't look anything like the young girl I guided through adolescence. Gone were the fluffy scrunchies, tiny pigtails, and clip-on earrings. What came in their places were glossy lipstick, long bountiful wavy hair, and luxurious silver hoops. Good-bye tee shirts of ponies and teddy bears. Hello to her white button-up blouse and black silk vest. No more knee-length shorts for my grown-up sis. Welcome her pleated thigh-high skirt.

"You look older," I remarked.

She turned to me, smiling. "I am turning nineteen in a month."

"You look older than that. Like you're twenty-two."

"Twenty-two? That'll make me older than you."

"What can I say, I like older women."

Ashley blushed brighter than tomato sauce.

The waitress arrived with our drinks and returned some timer later with our pan of cheesy meaty pizza. She was about to serve a slice of it onto my plate when Ashley stopped her.

"Thank you, I can take it from here. I want to do this for my boyfriend." The waitress watched Ashley scoop a slice onto my plate. Understanding what my sister meant, the waitress bowed again and left the table.

I watched Ashley scoop another slice onto her plate. "You must really like calling me that."

"Call you what? What'd I say?"

"You said it twice to the waitress now I was your boyfriend."

"It's because it's true. You are my boyfriend. You're also my caring brother and romantic sweetheart."

"Which one do you prefer?"

"I prefer all of them. It's not like they're exclusive to each other."

"I know that. But what I do as your brother and what I do as your boyfriend can be two completely different things."

"You don't have to do anything different around me. Just do what you've always done. Be you."

"It's not that simple. Before last Friday, I've been doing what I believed a brother should be doing for his sisters. Small stuff like making you two ice cream sundaes and draping my jacket over your shoulders when it's cold outside. And when mom and dad tell me to do something for you or Nikky, I do it, no questions asked. I want to do it - don't get me wrong - but it's also for me, to feel better about myself, like I did something right.

Now our relationship has changed. I can't look at you as just my sister anymore. Between our more... private activities, I want to see you as the little girl I've grown up with for eighteen years. But I can't, because all I see in front of me this very moment is the beautiful sophisticated woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.
This morning, when I woke up to you lying on my chest, the first thing that came to my mind wasn't that my sister is sleeping on me. It's that the sexy girl I'm crazy for is cuddling closer to me. As your brother, I should've taken every precaution to just let you sleep peacefully. Instead, I kissed you because I don't know how to control my emotions anymore. I never had these kinds of feelings before. Everything I do with you is more intimate now and I can't picture us doing things as normal siblings.
Ashley, speaking right now as your older brother, who do you see me as? Who do you want me to be when we're out eating pizza? When we're alone in the house? How do I know when it's okay for me to cross the line that separates feelings for my sister from affections for my... girlfriend?"
"Brian, please eat your pizza. You make me worry when you're not eating."
Worrying my darling was the last thing I wanted to do on this grand afternoon. I looked down at my plate and poked my fork through the cheesy dough. "Sorry, I didn't mean for this to sound serious. But I really need to know."
"I... I can't...." Ashley leaned back against the seat and took a deep breath. Her eyes flickered to-and-fro the empty restaurant, her pearly teeth biting her lower lip. She turned her attention my way and stared. I could feel her gaze piercing me, searching for what she should say to alleviate my concern. At that point, anything would've been better than the silence I was receiving.
She sidled closer and laid her left hand on my knee. Her touch instantly calmed my nerves while the scent of strawberry lotion lured me further under her spell. She raised her left leg onto the seat between us, her skirt riding up her thigh as she faced me.

"I can't answer that. There is no answer, Bry, don't you get it? I want you to be both, you can be. I know that isn't what you want to hear but I'll say it over and over again if I have to because it's true. I want you, as my brother and as my crush, to do exactly what you've been doing since the day I first laid eyes on you. You'll know when you can cross that line because... there is no line. Things don't have to be any different between us. We might hold hands a little more, but I'm still me and you're still you. I didn't fall in love with just my brother. I fell in love with a thoughtful and handsome man who knows how to treat me right. It's fine if you see me as more than your baby sister, but I'll always be that little girl next door who needs her big brother to care for her."

Now it was my turn to be silent. Her words left me utterly awestruck. My mouth parched dryer than the Sahara, my body caught in a sandstorm. Ashley spoke with so much sincerity and sympathy, I couldn't move in fear I would ruin the moment. I wanted to revel in her compassion, to be surrounded in her kindness. Look hard enough and you could see the rainbows and fairies flying around her magnificence.

Ashley's eyes remained dead set on me, though her piercing demeanor had vanished. It seemed she was feeling the same anxiousness I had felt, and she was waiting for my response. I responded the only way I knew how. "I'm positive one thing hasn't changed between us. You're still a million times smarter than I'll ever be."

Ashley let out a sigh of relief and squeezed my knee. "It's what I believe. You'll come to understand it yourself." She took a sip of her soda. "And I'll always be smarter than you. That'll never change either."

I couldn't say she made everything crystal clear to me. I like my answers divided into two clean cuts: yes or no, apples or oranges, paper or plastic. She has been seeing me as her brother, her friend, her significant other. Why couldn't I have done the same with her? Why was I trying to separate my perceptions of her?

Ashley was absolutely right. I didn't need to draw these invisible lines. She's the same girl I wanted to be with the week before, right then, and a thousand years into the future.

As we joked over our smoky pan of pizza, more and more background noise began to pollute our alone time together. It was nearing noon and people were crowding in, roaring their orders like a herd of lions so they could return to whatever cave they came from.

Leaving a leftover slice on the table, Ashley and I slipped out before a stampede of starving ten year-olds and their soccer moms could trample us.

* * *

"Have you ever been inside there?" Ashley asked, pointing at a small bakery.

Not wanting to spend a gloriously brilliant day inside our home, she and I had decided to take a walk down the calm strip. We were strolling by the various restaurants and gift shops while basking in the sun's rays. I had my arm around her shoulder and she had hers around my hip. I wasn't a frequent walker, but I would follow Ashley to the ends of the universe as long as she stayed in my arms.

"No, I haven't," I answered. "But I've heard some good things about it from my friends."

"I've heard good things about it from my friends, too. They bake really soft and yummy cream-filled cakes." She tugged on my arm and stepped in front of me. "Can we go inside?"

"Still hungry? How can you maintain your great figure when you eat so much?"

Her jaw dropped. "You did not just say that."

Ashley threw a punch at my elbow but I sidestepped from it in the nick of time. Laughing, she chased after me as I ran to the quaint bakery. I had a slight advantage since I wore sneakers compared to her sandals, so I stopped at the door for her to catch up. She was faster than I presumed, and before I could turn around, she jumped onto my back, wrapping her arms and legs around my neck and waist. I almost fell forward but managed to brace myself.

She whispered into my ear. "Mmm, it smells delicious. I think I'll like it here."

"Me too. You know I'm a sucker for Twinkies and Ding-Dongs." With my hands under the back of Ashley's knees, I turned to my side so she could push the door open. I carefully waddled into the heavenly-scented bakery.

"Wow, this is so cool," my baby sis squealed.

As pristine and spotless the bakery appeared, the fragrance had to be tampering with Ashley's ability to keep her voice down. But besides two women having a cup of coffee and two men old enough to be my granddads in the kitchen, there was no one else to hear her.

Although the bakery was in the middle of a modern-looking strip, the interior was very old-fashioned. Everything had a polished wooden texture. The tables, chairs, countertops, and even the walls were engraved with intricate drawings of birds, flowers, and other nature-y doodads. In contrast to the dark brown were immaculate green vines hanging from clay pots along each wall. The habitat felt very homely, sort of like visiting a distant relative or a long-time friend.

The bakery had every type of doughy delight you can think of: fudged brownies, nutty cookies, exotic breads, fruit tarts, and, of course, the cream-filled cakes we came to taste. The cakes were small pizza-bagel sized goodies. They occupied nearly half the rows of treats so it was clear to see they were the bakery's signature food item.

One of the old men dressed in an apron and chef's hat greeted us from the counter. "Hello there, ma'am and sir, and welcome to our humble little shop. It's nice to see new faces in the afternoon, especially of such young folks."

"This place smells amazing," Ashley said over my shoulder. "Everything looks so good."

"Would you like to try a sample?" The baker placed the tray of cinnamon rolls he was holding onto the counter. He sliced a piece from one of them and poked a toothpick through it. "My brother and I get carried some mornings and bake more than we can fit on the shelves."

"That would be great," my sister said, reaching for the sample. The roll flew briefly by my nose as she took a bite of it.

"I see your boyfriend wants to try it, too," the baker chuckled, cutting another piece. He handed it to Ashley and she fed me the morsel.

Let me just say it was the best cinnamon roll I had ever tasted. "Wow, this is really good. I should come here every morning from now on. Sure beats cold cereal for breakfast."

"Thank you, sir, we appreciate the compliment. But instead of coming in every morning, why don't you just take some home with you. Lord knows how expensive gas is these days."

"I think we'll do that," I replied.

Before I could order their entire stock of fresh rolls, Ashley asked, "Could we also sample some of those creamy cakes? We came in here to try them out and -"

"Ashley, we shouldn't be asking for any more freebies. Let's just order -"

The baker was next to interrupt someone in our game of verbal leapfrog. "Oh-ho, no need to quarrel over something so trivial. I'll be glad to let you kids sample our specialty." He pulled out a tray of the cakes and held them out to us. "I'm a firm believer in trying things before you buy them."

I grabbed one of the bite-sized treats and held it above my shoulder in front of Ashley's mouth. She snapped her teeth over it, nearly biting off my fingertips.

"Mmm, it's very soft and airy," she described. "The cream is like a pudding, not the fluffy whipped cream stuff in those Twinkies you pig on so much."

I took a little offense to her harsh words toward the illustrious Twinkie, but maybe it was time for me to move on to bigger and better things. "With a critique like that, we'll just have to order all you have."

I could see the dollar signs flashing in the baker's eyes as we ordered. We ended up with eight cinnamon rolls, two dozen small cakes, and a giant oatmeal-raisin cookie for the ride home. I finally eased my sis off my back when we had to carry the two boxes out of the bakery.

"Looks like we're coming home with a lot more than a full stomach," I said as we entered my car.


To Be Cont................

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Oh….Ashley

Update-15

I could see the dollar signs flashing in the baker's eyes as we ordered. We ended up with eight cinnamon rolls, two dozen small cakes, and a giant oatmeal-raisin cookie for the ride home. I finally eased my sis off my back when we had to carry the two boxes out of the bakery.
"Looks like we're coming home with a lot more than a full stomach," I said as we entered my car.

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"Mm-hmm, looks like it." Ashley opened her small basket of cakes and quickly devoured one whole. I paid special attention to how wide her mouth opened. "Mmm, this is so good. It might be all gone before we get home."

She grabbed another one and brought it to my mouth. I took a bite of the delectable cake. "That is yummy. But it doesn't compare to the soft and creamy treat I had last night."

Ashley ate the second half of it. "If you want, I'll let you have some more when we get home."

"I definitely want some more of that." My cock sprung up at the thought of savoring my sister.

"Then drive fast, Tiger. My panties are getting wet and I don't want to be all soaked up before you get a chance to taste me."

Just like that, Ashley transformed from my sweet caring sister to a sexy libidinous minx. One second she was feeding me a cake, the next she wanted to feed me her pussy.

As I pulled out onto the main street, Ashley yanked my right hand from the steering wheel. I almost swerved into the next lane but managed to regain control of it to prevent an unfortunate accident.

"Ash, what the heck are you doing? Are you trying to get us..."

I flexed my fingers against a moist, silky fabric. My body instantly went numb as I contemplated the situation. I didn't need to be a genius to figure out what I was feeling.

My sister held my wrist securely in place with both of her hands, my right palm pressed squarely onto her hot burning oven. Rubbing my fingers up and down the fiery mound, Ashley mewed. "Are you getting worried I might make a mess in your car now? I'm getting horny just for you."

I swallowed my tongue. "Can this, uh, wait till we get home?"

"No, it can't. You treat me better than I deserve and I get hot just thinking about it." She took my hand off her soppy panties, but I knew her well enough by now to know it wasn't because she wanted to stop. I heard my sister fidgeting in her chair and her seatbelt unbuckling. Not a second later, my hand was shoved onto her bare soaking pussy.

Ashley gasped. "Stick your fingers in me. I don't want to wait."

As scared as I was of losing control of the car, I made no attempt at tearing my hand away. This was just too unbelievable. Fear mixed with lust made for a brute whirlwind of emotions. "Ashley, this is crazy. I only took you out for lunch. Why are you doing -"

"You know you've done more than that, don't try to deny it. Just screw me with your fingers, damn it."

Crap, crap, crap, what the hell was she thinking.

We were going over forty miles an hour - which seems like eighty when you can't keep your head straight - and she wanted me to frig her that very moment. And what's with her dominating attitude? I had to admit she was turning me on immensely, but my erection wouldn't do us much good if we both ended up in the hospital.

Crap, crap, crap, why won't these damn stoplights turn red.

Ashley brushed my palm over her swollen clit and puffy lips. Her pussy gushed like a river onto my fingers. No less than a gallon of her juices flooded out of her. The sweet aroma she exuded was intoxicating, and I doubted I would ever be able to wash the smell from the seat. She led my drenched hand to her lips. Slipping one finger at a time into her mouth, she sucked on her juices before returning me to her pussy.

I couldn't fight it anymore. I didn't want to fight it anymore. Over and over again my self-control had been stretched to its limits and snapped apart. This occasion wasn't going to be any different. Condemning my inner conscience, I slipped my middle finger inside her throbbing hole. I crossed my other set of fingers and prayed we'd make it home in one piece.

"Oooh yes, fuck me now," my siren cried.

She writhed in her seat, her pussy squeezing my finger and dragging it with her. I glanced over and saw her leaning against the door, her chest rising and her head lulling.

My attention was torn between the bustling street and my sexy seductress. In one hand was the cold rubber steering wheel; on the other was my scorching hot sister. The faster I got us home, the sooner we could tear our clothes off and fool around in the comfort of our beds. But the sooner we fool around, the faster we could we could cum and do it all over again.

Ashley was oblivious to my dilemma as she squirmed on my hand. She was getting what she wanted and that's all that mattered to her.

Turning my palm up, I plunged my digit into her pussy. As my knuckled rammed through her outer lips, more juices seeped from her. Ashley rose up from the seat with my finger following her pussy. She dropped down onto my hand, burying me deeper inside of her.

The next light turned red and I was finally given permission to stop the car. Getting a deliciously long look at my sister, I nearly came in my pants from the visual overload. And for a moment I thought I did when I felt precum saturating my boxers. Ashley had her left foot on the seat, knees bent, and her panties ripped and shoved to the side. A dark gray puddle of her girl juice stained the light gray cushion. My finger was inside the brightest, pinkest pussy I had ever seen.

She rubbed her clit furiously. "Stretch me open. Stick your fingers in me."

There was only one thing I could do at that point and that was whatever she wanted me to do. I stuffed another finger inside her tight pussy and was repaid with an ear-splitting scream. "Ah, oh, just like that. Fuck, fuck, fuck me hard."

As I thrust into my mushy sister, her juices vividly splashed against me. Her rhythmic breathing gasped louder than the low melodies of the radio. Her intense, lusty moans deadened the commotion outside our private abode.

I wasn't sure how I managed to do it, but I tore my eyes away from the erotic display to see the light ahead of us turn green. My practice in dealing with a girl overenthusiastic about ice cream was paying off.

Driving at half the speed limit, I continued to blindly plunge my fingers inside my delirious sister. I felt her rising off my fingers before plummeting onto my hand. Then she did it again. And again. I found her holding onto the handle above her window, using it for leverage as she rode my substitute cock.

"Ah god, faster, faster," she panted.

She and I quickly found a pattern for maximum pleasure. As her pussy rose up, my fingers would slide away, then we'd collide with savage intensity.

"Oooh, I'm so damn wet." Ashley elevated off me, her fluids cascading from her like a waterfall. She fell onto my slick digits, burying me to the hilt. Her nails scraped my palm as she abused her clit. My fingers pumped through her like a piston, reaching the farthest depths of her pussy. We both shivered in anticipation of her impending orgasm.

"Jam your fingers up my cunt. I need you so bad. Fuck... oh god, oh god... fuck yes," she yelled.

Her muscles clenched my fingers. Tides of pleasure and desire surged from her oasis. The ardor contained within her blazed forth, burning my hand. Her cum, an oil, fueled the passion threatening to consume me. She squirmed, wiggled, rocked her hips. Her fingers pawed at her clit. She yelled repeatedly, incoherently, increasing in pitch, shattering my eardrums, until all of a sudden she just stopped.

Everything froze in time. The scenery refused to pass us by. The cars beside us had come to a halt. Not a single peep could be heard from the outside world.

Ashley slumped from her door as her heat simmered down. I slid my drenched fingers from her swollen lips. Her juices, slick as water, dripped from my fingers. I brought them to my mouth, lapping them clean. The sweet taste soothed me, like drinking hot cocoa on a cold winter day. But her cum was much hotter, and I savored every drop of it.

With a calm mood, I spied a jogger in the distance running across the street. Time had resumed its flow. I looked around and recognized every house surrounding us. We were stopped in the middle of the street. The other cars hadn't come to a halt; they were parked along sidewalks and driveways. There was no sound to be heard because we were back in our quiet neighborhood.

My foot found the gas pedal. The car moved forward at a snail's pace.

Ashley scooted closer to me until she was leaning on my shoulder, her lips an inch from my ear. "When we get home, it's my turn to taste you." She closed her teeth on my earlobe and nibbled.

I slammed onto the brakes. Ashley fell forward, releasing my ear. I caught her around the waist and pulled her to me. Our lips embraced, sucking relentlessly. My right hand roamed her back as my left stroked her side. Her head tilted slightly, allowing me a view of the vacant street. Keeping our lips together, I stepped on the pedal to miraculously finish the last twenty seconds of the ride home.

Praise the almighty we made it alive.

Kicking our side doors open, we sprinted toward the house. Ashley remembered our pastries and was clumsily carrying them with her. I ran back to her side, took the boxes, and was rewarded with a sloppy kiss.

"Mmmph, I think I'm falling in love with you all over again, Tiger."

"Goddamn, I don't know what's possessing you but can you tell it to wait till we're inside the house?"

"Stop wanting to wait and just go with it." She pulled me closer, almost crushing the boxes between us.

I somehow slipped them away from our chests. Balancing them in the palm of my hand, I encircled my other arm around her waist and heaved her into me. Our groins pressed together as our tongues swirled. Ashley held onto the sides of my head, kissing me harder.

Our lips stayed locked as we stumbled through the front door. Stepping out of my shoes, I dropped the boxes onto the sofa. Ashley dragged me toward the hallway, kicking her sandals off behind her. She let go of my flushed cheeks and began unbuttoning her outer vest. I watched her nimble fingers separate each button, amazed at how fluently they moved in her state of hysteria. When the last button came apart, I reached between us to pull her vest open.

"Let me do it," Ashley breathed huskily.

My sister lowered my hands between her legs and continued stripping her top off. I brushed my palm against her pussy through the skirt, causing her to gasp and extend onto her toes. As I kissed my baby girl, her fingers worked frantically over the last buttons of her blouse.

Everything around me was a blur. I lost track of where we were. I couldn't recognize the childhood pictures of Ashley and me hanging on the hallway walls, the snapshot of her in a sundress from when she was eight, the framed portrait of her high school graduation. Photos of me, Nikky, and our parents were as familiar as my name, but the ones of Ashley, the girl I was groping with animalistic passion, were all alien to me.

Regardless of what was said earlier, Ashley had changed. She's so, so much more than just a sister or girlfriend to me. The change I see in her, however, wasn't a result of our fervor. It was the natural flowering of a young girl maturing into a beautiful woman, the only woman I wished to be with and should be with, forever. As we spun into her sunlit bedroom, it became clearer to me that that was how things would ultimately turn out to be.

I held Ashley by the waist and tilted my head back until she couldn't follow my lips any further.

Even without another mouth to return her kiss, she still puckered, still inhaled sharply. "Tiger, what is it?"

My mind raced through the eighteen years of her growth: her infancy when it was okay for us to take baths naked together, her childhood when she needed me to on the other end of the seesaw, her teens when it was just me and her spending the night studying for our finals. In her eyes I saw the beginning of a new stage in her life, one that I wanted to be a very large part of.
"I love you so much, Ashley."

"I love you, Brian." She hopped up and wrapped her arms behind my neck, pulling me down for another soul-draining kiss.

We twirled dizzily around the room. The back of my legs crashed into the bed. Ashley shoved me in the chest, sending me flailing onto the mattress. She pounced on top of me with rugged ferocity. I puffed as she landed on my stomach, her thighs straddling my midriff.

The vision of wanton desire gazing down on me was a sight to behold. Ashley's vest and blouse hung from her arms. A frilly black nylon bra stretched across her petite breasts. The hem of her skirt rode up her thighs, exposing the curves of her swelling vagina.

She ran her hands over my body, inciting my arousal. Leaning down until our faces were inches apart, she penetrated my lips with her ravenous tongue.

I cupped my hands beneath Ashley's bare ass and lifted her higher up my chest. My shirt scrunched above my midriff. Her pussy dripped her wetness onto my skin. I slid my right finger between the thin lining of her butt cheeks, probing the outer rim of her rosebud.

My sister half-gasped, half-moaned. "God, that feels so good."

I probed her opening a while longer, never once inserting my finger. My other hand, in the meanwhile, was busy kneading the marvelous piece of flesh beneath her hiked-up skirt.

She looked over her shoulder at where my hands were. "Stop teasing me. I can't take it anymore."

If I wasn't so horny, I would've burst out laughing. Ashley has always been the one teasing me. Even at that moment it felt as if I was the one being toyed with. My cock was rock hard and still crammed beneath my tight jeans. At least her pussy was free to leak at will.

Ashley turned to me. "Oh my, where are my manners. Maybe I should be helping you first."

Was my tormented expression that easy to read? Reaching between us, she grabbed my shaft through my pants. I roughly squeezed her ass in response.

"Mmm, you really like that, don't you, Tiger? Let's take it out."

Giggling, she pushed down on my shoulders as she raised her fevered body off me. My hands, unable to get enough of her ass, stuck to her like glue. Sitting on her knees, she returned her mouth to mine, her fingers prodding the humongous tent between my legs.

Ashley had no trouble unzipping my pants while being fondled and kissed. I slipped my hand from her delicate crack and brought it to the front of her mound. I had no trouble sinking two of my digits inside her pussy.

My sister shrieked as she ripped her lips away. "Oooh, stick your fingers in me. I never want to be empty again."

As I delved into my sister's warmth, my cock was being mauled in her tiny hand. The head jammed against the sturdy fabric of my pants. Try as she might, she couldn't pull it through the front zipper. I was simply too hard.

Ashley lifted her leg over me and settled her knees on either side of my waist. With her ass in the air, she lowered her face to me. I promptly planted kisses on her chin. The full weight of her upper body bore down onto my lips as she fumbled with the confine of my jeans.

Ashley unsnapped the button restraining my erection. She rolled off me onto her hip, resting her head on my chest. I couldn't look over her golden tresses, but when I felt her fingers surround my cock and cool air flowing over the tip, I knew she had it out in the open.

Her hand stroked the length. "It's so stiff. I love holding hard cock."

My heart sped, my voice out of breath. "Don't forget about me."

"Mmm, never. I love you so much." Ashley hovered over my face with her tongue hanging. Pressing it flat under my jaw, she licked upward over my chin, my lips, the tip of my nose, and all the way to my forehead in one long, messy sweep.

It was wild and I went absolutely bonkers. It was like she was idolizing me. Me, her older brother of all people. She could score any guy she wanted by just winking at him, yet the only person she desired was me. Well, maybe my cock, too, but it is attached to me after all.

Ashley's kitten-like behavior didn't end at the base of my nose. She swooped down to my neck, nipped at my skin, and left a trail of her saliva on my cheeks as her tongue traced my face. I was one of those unfortunate kids who never owned a pet, so this was the first time I had my face thoroughly licked. It sure would've been fun having Ashley greet me like this every time I came home from school.

"I hope you don't mind but there's something else I want to lick right now," she rasped.

I muttered, "I don't. Just go for it."

"You're such a great brother, letting your baby sister do whatever she wants with you." With that, she got off me and kneeled between my spread legs.

As one of Ashley's majestic hands caressed my shaft, the other was being spat on. She made the spit job one heck of a showing, shifting her jaw side to side and hocking wads louder than a baseball pitcher. There was so much spit on her hand, it dripped from her palm onto my underwear.

Satisfied with her lubing, Ashley switched hands, her sizzling saliva now lathering my cock. My muscles tightened at the incredible warmth. Precum trickled from my tip and down to her fingers.

"I did all that work getting my hand wet and now you're supplying your own stuff?"

I threw an arm over my eyes. "My cock has a mind of its own."

"I'll say."

Despite her slur to the added lubrication, Ashley used it to great effect. Each upward motion tempted another agonizing dollop of precum. At the rate I was spewing, my whole load would've been gone before she has the chance to taste me.

Ashley noticed how much I was secreting and loosened her grip, her fingers scarcely applying any pressure. "Time for the main course," she grinned, lowering her eyes to observe the goo. Her tongue slithered from between her lips, licking my engorged head.

"Oh god, Ash, you're incredible."

"I know. I already have you squirming before I can do this." Brushing her hair aside, she took the final dive and enveloped my cock in her pert lips.

I winced in ecstasy. My fists clenched the bed sheets; my nails dug into my palms. The wonderful feeling of being consumed by my sister was unlike any other. Her mouth was wet and hot, her tongue delicate and soft. Her tickling suction was gentle, astounding, and better than any phenomenon I've had the joy of experiencing.

Ashley kept still. She relaxed her jaw with half my manhood inside. Drool gleamed from her mouth, dampening my boxers and balls beneath. Reluctantly, she raised herself off me. A rope of clear white connected her lips to my crown.

For a moment, we just stared at each other, my face full of disbelief, hers full of mischief. The strand hanging from her lips gave away and dripped onto me. Ashley grabbed the root of my cock and twisted her hand, wiping away the excess liquid.

"Oh jeez, oh fuck," I grunted. "How many guys have you done this to?"

Her hand went back to jacking me off. "Zero. How many girls have done this to you?"

"Zero."

"Am I doing a good job?"

"An excellent job."

"Then giving blowjobs must be another thing I'm a natural at." With her eyes transfixed on mine, she stuffed me back into her mouth.

Ashley went lower, faster, swallowing more of my cock and precum. When I hit her tonsils, she recoiled off me. She made no attempt at holding back the enormous amount of spit produced by her gag reflex.

"Mmm, watch your baby sis devour your big cock. I'm getting wetter knowing you can't take your eyes off me."

"Damn, I can't believe how good that feels."

As my hungry sister bobbed her head over the top half of my rod, she made soft humming sounds. Her right hand gripped the base tightly. Her agile tongue whirled over the sensitive head, savoring my musk. Her lips, pursed around my girth, glimmered in her saliva.

Ashley popped me out of her mouth. "Phew. So hard and thick. Tastes wonderful." She opened wide and re-enveloped the head.

I threaded my fingers through her lavish locks, each blonde strand pampered to silky smooth perfection. Ashley's hair easily had to be her most desirous feature. That's saying a lot when there's also her lustrous hazel eyes and clear pale skin to fall head over heels over. And her lips, oh sweet god her lips looked stunning with my cock between them. I wished I had a camera to immortalize the moment, but then I assured myself this wouldn't be the last time her lips would grace my greedy cock.

Taking things one blowjob at a time, I bucked my hips off the mattress, desperate for her to go deeper. But with her hand fastened around the base, she was in full control of how deep she wanted to take me.

Sliding me from her mouth, she pursed her lips at the very tip and kissed the head. Her lips trailed lower, smacking the underside of my veiny shaft with gentle pecks. Halfway down, she darted her tongue out and dreamily licked her way up to the oozing slit.

"Mm-mmm, this is what I want to drink all day, every day." Ashley flicked her tongue over the opening, scooping up a dribble of cum. Instead of swallowing it, she let it drip and splatter onto my bulbous crown. It trickled down my cock and to her hand.

Ashley leaned lower until her eyesight was leveled with the bright red cap. She turned her head sideways, enclosed her lips around my pole, and sucked noisily. Air breezed against my hot cock as she inhaled through the corners of her mouth.

"Holy fuck, that's amazing."

Ashley took her mouth off my throbbing rod. "Thank you. I only aim to please." Curling her tongue around my cock, she licked the entire right side, then turned her head to lick the left.

My whole body shuddered at the superb sensation. Although I had never received oral before, there was no doubt in my mind Ashley was giving me a premium blowjob worthy of a king.

Ashley giggled with her tongue against the bottom of my cock head - her devilishly seductive giggle I was quickly growing accustomed to. "Your fuck stick is getting so wet. Almost as wet as my cunt."

Whoa. What fancy dictionary did my demure sister stumble upon to learn all these new words overnight?

Her vulgar talk drove me insane. She could've been fully-clothed in clown shoes and a big red nose. All she needed to do was say her magic words and I'd be sporting an erection that'd make the biggest names in porn jealous.

"You have such a dirty mouth," I murmured.

"It's not dirty enough. I need your cum in it. I need your cum in me. Your baby sister is hungry for your hot cum. I want to feel it burn through my throat and into my tummy." Ashley spoke so obscenely, I felt smutty just listening to her. She was corrupting my squeaky clean mind with her crude slang.

And I loved it.

We were strangers to the world of sex, but Ashley had found a mystical guide in elevating me to the highest peak of orgasmic euphoria. I was more than willing to let her take me there.

But first things first.

I cupped Ashley's chin and raised her face above my cock. Catching my drift, she crawled on top me, smiling wickedly with her hand still around her toy. She dipped her tongue into my mouth. We wrestled each other with our slippery members, competing to see who could give the other the more profound kiss. My sister won easily as all my effort went into repressing my orgasm from her loyal strokes.

Elated with her small victory, she giggled. "You're so cute." She eased off me and returned between my legs.

Ashley's head bobbed faster and faster over my cock. Her hair bounced freely in her crazed appetite for raw meat. Her tongue swished around my shaft. It felt as if my cock was diving inside a pool of my sister's sweltering spit. Every time it hit the top of her mouth, she'd suck it dry, only to have it re-drenched with her salivating tongue.

Clear fluid trickled from the edges of Ashley's mouth. Bubbles oozed from her lips to the base of my pole. She rolled her head side to side, happily gorging on her treat, slurping with sheer devotion. Her low sultry moans would linger in my ears for days. As she munched on my rod, her left hand reached between my thighs and cupped my overflowing ball sacs, giving them a squeeze through my boxers. A stream of cream driveled out of me.

Holding my glazed crown against her tongue, she asked, "Is this where all your cum is hiding? Is it ready for me yet? What more do I need to do to have you blow?"

I groaned. "Put it back in your mouth."

My personal goddess of oral pleasure heeded my command by wrapping her perfect pink lips around the angry red crown. Shameless curls appeared at the ends of her mouth. She stared up at me in anticipation of my eruption. I brought my hand to her forehead, brushing away the loose strands of hair. I wanted to see nothing but her beautiful, salacious face when I blew my load. Her lips pulled at my cock as she sucked, her tight grip coaxing the cream out of me.

I opened my mouth to grunt my approval, but the sensation was so staggering that nothing came out. Plenty came out from my other head as I exploded in Ashley's waiting mouth. She gasped, panted, but the cum hitting the back of her throat clogged her cries. My cock pulsed as if shocked with a thousand watts of electricity. My whole body buzzed in bliss.

The torrent of cum felt tremendous, powerful. Ashley didn't deter in the least. She jerked my cock faster, drawing forth every last ounce of cream from my rapidly depleting sacs. She closed her eyes, cheeks puffing, as her mouth overfilled with my spunk. Her left hand let go of my balls and went to her throat. I became worried she was choking, but there was nothing I could do to stop my release. Once my cock got going, it'd keep going until it finished.

Hot air shot from her nose as she tried to breath. What looked like a tear coursed down her cheek. Now I became really concerned about my sister.

"Ashley, are you okay?" I sat up but was quickly pushed back down when she let go of her throat and set her hand on my chest.

Ashley slid my drained cock from her lips, allowing only a thin white streak to dribble from the corner of her mouth. She opened her eyes. Small sparkles shimmered beneath them. Wiping away the salty tears, she swayed closer to me and fell onto my chest. Her arms hooked below my shoulders.

"That was amazing," I sighed. She didn't say anything back. She merely nodded against me. "Ash, are you okay?"

Grinning, my sensual darling lifted her rosy face to me. She slacked her jaw, exposing her kettle of freshly brewed cum. Her tongue was entirely submerged in the goo. White webs hung from the ceiling of the jizz receptacle. Being inches from her face, I smelled every pungent whiff. She moved closer, mouth agape.

Stopping above my face, Ashley sealed her lips, but not before letting another rivulet of cum dribble down her chin. She caressed my cheek with her wet thumb - her sisterly, caring touch I've melted into puddles under for so many years. I stared into her hazel orbs as she breathed deeply and held her breath. Shutting her eyes, Ashley swallowed my monstrous load. A huge lump traversed her throat. It took three gulps to consume it all.

Her chest heaved as if she had just ran a marathon, her breasts larger with each exhale. "Whew. Your cock is one dangerous weapon. I almost choked on your cream."

"You don't have to do it again if you don't want to."

Please say no, please say no.

Ashley's tongue pushed against the insides of her cheeks. "Mmm, don't worry. I'll be prepared for it next time."

Close enough. I let out another sigh.

She sat up and held my face in her hands. "Hungry for round two, Tiger?"

My smile reflected in her eyes. "I'm always hungry for another round."

Ashley's hands went to the waistband of her skirt. Her thumbs slipped inside, and as she straightened her arms to push them down, I grabbed her hands.

She stopped. "What's wrong? Second thoughts?"

"No, nothing. Keep your skirt on. It's really pretty."

Ashley gave me a funny look. "Okay. If you say so."

I scooped my hands beneath my sister's ass and hoisted her to me. She lifted the front of her skirt, revealing her inflamed lips. As drool trailed from my mouth, so too did the juices from her tiny hole. She leaned forward, holding the bed's backrest with her other hand, and scooted herself closer to my face. Squatting above me, she widened her knees until she sat on my mouth.

"Be good to me. Treat me like your princess."

The need in her voice almost pained me to listen to. I affirmed the only way to satisfy my princess was to make her cum buckets, and I was more than willing to help her achieve that.

I snaked my tongue out, flicking it against her clit. Results were instant as she gasped and dropped onto my mouth, suffocating me with the scent of her heated honey.

Ashley rocked her hips, grazing my mouth with her pussy. I stopped my flicking and tried to keep my tongue steady, allowing her to treat it as a flexible cock. The taste of her cum got stronger, more tantalizing, with each passing stroke.

Lost in the sweetness of my sister, I wagged my tongue side to side, pushing apart her labia to drink in more. She gasped hysterically. Had there been nothing for her to hold onto, she would've collapsed right on top of me.

Ashley drooped forward until her forehead settled on the backrest. She looked frightfully fragile with her body curled in and eyes bolted shut. Her breaths were rapid, sounding as if she was hyperventilating. I thought about slowing down, but when she let go of her skirt to run her hand through my hair, I was convinced that this was what she wanted.

"Eat me faster, baby. Keep going, keep going," she panted.

With her skirt over my face, my view of her nearly-naked torso blackened out. Scarcely any light seeped through the fabric to illuminate her pussy. My face was entirely hidden from her view.

I dragged my tongue up and down her slit. She shoved me roughly into her crotch, fucking my tongue as it entered her gash. I manhandled the plump flesh in my hands, causing Ashley to spout lewd obscenities.

"Fuck, your tongue feels so good in my nasty cunt. Squeeze me hard, make me all yours. Only my man gets a piece of my naughty ass."

Her words, combined with the sensual odor trapped beneath her skirt, triggered a new rush of intensity. I rolled her cheeks in circles, kneading and gnawing into them with my fingers. My tongue went into overdrive, crashing into the inner walls of her pussy. I distorted my tongue any way possible through her narrow canal, curving, twisting, screwing, licking as far as it could reach.

"Ahhh god yes," Ashley screamed. Her body tensed, her pussy tightened. She came violently, showering my face in her hot fluids. She forced me deeper into her loins, blocking my airway.

Waves of heat scorched my tongue. My mouth formed an "o" over her gushing pussy, sucking and swallowing each wave flooding out of her. I opened and closed my mouth repeatedly, smearing my lips against her flesh.

The pressure on my head eased off as Ashley fell to her side. I rolled over, my tongue never leaving her fountain. Her skirt fell away. My eyes struggled to adjust to the dazzling sunlight shining off her skin. Hands latched onto the back of my head, driving me into her pussy. Ashley cried in rapture. "Oh, oh fuck. Lick me all up. Don't waste a single drop."

My tongue was a blur as it pumped in and out of her. She was squirting so much, the only way for her to spasm like this was if my own cum was also squirting out of her. The flavor tasted much stronger than I remembered, so maybe that explanation wasn't too far from the truth.

Eons had passed when Ashley finally stopped quivering. Unyielding pleasure had turned her a plush hue of pink. The satin sheet beneath her pussy glistened with her sex. I lapped it up the best I could, my nose snug in her opening. She flexed her butt and closed her thighs around me. I kissed her slick skin surrounding my head until she relaxed her muscles.
Our heavy breaths flowed in unison. The most intense orgasms of our young lives had hit us like a rocket, taking with it our vitality.

I was the first to recover. I got up on all fours and loomed over my ravished baby sister. My cock twitched as I took in her glamour.

Ashley had never looked so stunning and voluptuous. Her limbs were sprawled in all directions, with hands above her head and her right knee bent in the air. Her tussled skirt didn't come close to covering her treasure from prying spectators. Her blouse and vest were spread open, hanging off her left shoulder. Disheveled hair shrouded her right eye, giving her an alluring aspect as she stared at me. Only her black bra remained untouched.

I leaned down and rested on her navel. I licked her glowing tummy, alternating between faint smooches to defined kisses. As the juices on my face smudged onto her complexion, I lapped her clean. My adoration traveled south. When I encountered the charming cavity of her belly button, I poked my tongue into it.

Ashley's abs contracted. A puff of air escaped from her lips. She giggled lightly. I kissed her once more as she dully lifted herself up. She readjusted onto a pillow and I tiredly lay beside her.

In her bubbly, peppy voice, my sister swooned, "Wow. That was a lot of fun."

"Ashley, is it really you? Have you come back to me?" A hand slapped me lightly on the shoulder. "I'll take that as a yes."

She propped herself on one elbow. "So? What did you think? Hot enough for ya?"

"Heck yeah. That was incredible."

"And exhausting. It's hard playing a slutty sex kitten."

"Playing? You mean this is only a one time thing?"

"She can some out and play again some other time. When I regain my energy."

"Didn't I feed you enough milk to last you a month?"

"Yes you did. It was very yummy, too. But right now I need you to feed me your kisses."

"I think I can do that."

Ashley embraced me wholly with her mouth, arms, and legs. "See? I'm still your little sister."

"Yeah, my little lolita."

"You're so bad, Bry." She wetted and smacked her lips. "How's the taste of your cum?"

"I can barely taste it. I'm still savoring yours."

"Well, I like the taste of my cum." Her tongue swept across my lips. "And you know why it tastes so good? It's because I came for you. It wouldn't be this sweet if it wasn't filled with my love for you."

"That's the secret ingredient, huh?" I swept mine across hers. Having drank so much of her juices from her pussy, her lips had a more subtle and candied taste. "I'll let you in on a little secret of my own. My cum is filled with my love for you, too."

Ashley laid her forehead on mine, the both of us grinning till our faces were on the verge of sticking that way. Nothing was too sappy for us.

"Gosh, we're so lovey-dovey. I could never imagine myself talking to a boy like this."

"I can be rude and annoying if you want."

"Don't do that," she pouted. "I'm serious. It's really nice being together like this. Cuddling with my perfect man, stomach full of his gooey cum. How many girls can say they have that?"

"Can you go five minutes without giving me a hard-on?"

"Sorry, I'll let you two get some rest." Ashley patted my semi-erect penis. "But I'm just so happy," she laughed, unable to keep quiet. Not that I wanted her to, of course. "Let's have some more cake."

"Does that mean we have to get out of bed again?"

"We need to get out eventually so I can change my bed sheets. If I have to spend an entire night smelling our cum, I'm going to go crazy."

"I thought you like the smell?"

"I do, and that's the problem. I won't be able to get any sleep 'cause all I'll be able to think about is cum, cum, and even more hot cum."

"Ashley, you're doing it again."

"I guess you'll need to find a way to shut me up."

"Get over here, you sexy nymph." I hugged Ashley and yanked her on top of me.

Each tick of the second hand came deafly slow. Even slower than it did that morning. But I wasn't in any hurry this time. Pulling her blanket over us, we made out for the rest of the afternoon. No more raw, sexual excitement. Just gentle, loving fondling.

* * *

A booming shout echoed off the bedroom's walls. "Brian, Ashley, I'm home early."

Ashley and I woke up face to face, arms draped around each other. She let go of me and I sprung off the bed, the blanket falling from my clothed chest.

"Um, hi Nicole," I said. "You're home early."

Our younger sibling stood at the door. "Yeah, I know. I just said that."

Ashley sat up beside me with her blouse neatly buttoned together, as if they hadn't been ripped open two hours ago. "Who took you home?"

"Marsha's mom had an emergency to take of and Marsha needed to go with her. They won't be able to watch over me for the rest of the week. I called home to have you guys pick me up but none of you answered."

"We're really sorry, Nikky. We didn't hear the phone ring."

"It's okay. I'm home now. They drove me in their super cool convertible. What are you two doing in bed?"

"We're just taking a nap," Ashley said.

"Together? In the same bed?"

Ashley wrapped her arm around my back. "Yeah, together. Come in and join us. We need to talk."

Nicole shrugged her shoulders and skipped onto the bed. Since Ashley and I had done our deed on the bed sheet, the blanket draped over us was stainless.

"What's up, Big Sis?"

"Nikky, Brian and I realize that we've been excluding you from our activities. We just want to apologize to you for doing that."

"It's okay, Ash, I really don't mind. I know you're both busy."

"No, it's not okay. We're your older siblings and we need to start acting like it. Brian and I both want to spend more time you."

"Really? You mean that?"

"Totally. So, this Wednesday, we want to take you to Six Flags Magic Mountain."

Nikky's eyes lit up at the mention of an amusement park, but then mysteriously dimmed down just as quickly. "Are you sure you want to take me?"

"Yeah, of course we are. Why wouldn't we be?"

Nikky drooped her head, her voice as quiet as a mouse. "The last time we went, I was too short to go on all the rides. I made you watch over me while everyone else was having fun."

"Don't worry about that." Ashley settled her hands on Nikky's shoulders and helped her sit up straight. "You're a lot taller now and I'm going to make sure you go on every ride we go on."

"Okay, I will. Thank you so much, Big Sis." Nikky gave her older sister a great big hug. "Thank you, Brian." She hugged me, too, which was a little surprising since I hadn't really said much of anything.

"I'm going to go call all my friends and tell them about this Wednesday." The tiny youngster skittered off the bed and sped off to her room.

"That was amazing," I said.

Ashley furled her brow. "What'd I do?"

"I've heard you talk to Nikky about everything a twelve-year old could care about, but just now, it was like... wow. The way she talks to you, I almost didn't recognize her."

"Family is important to me. I want everyone to be happy with us. One of these days... maybe for us. I'm just doing it one family member at a time."

Ashley sure is a tricky one. By promising our junior sibling a day of thrills and screams, Ashley assured her she wouldn't be forgotten in the midst of our new relationship. Not only that, she also converted any suspicions Nikky might've had about us being in the same bed to thoughts of roller-coasters and cotton candy.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I fell back onto the mattress. "Six Flags, huh?"

"Yep. You said we should spend more time with her."

"I was hoping it'd be a little cheaper."

"Hey, don't be like that." Ashley grabbed a pillow and swung it at my face. I caught her wrists before she could hit me and pulled her down, the two of us laughing as our lips met.


To Be Cont...............

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Oh….Ashley


Update-16

Ashley sure is a tricky one. By promising our junior sibling a day of thrills and screams, Ashley assured her she wouldn't be forgotten in the midst of our new relationship. Not only that, she also converted any suspicions Nikky might've had about us being in the same bed to thoughts of roller-coasters and cotton candy.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I fell back onto the mattress. "Six Flags, huh?"
"Yep. You said we should spend more time with her."
"I was hoping it'd be a little cheaper."
"Hey, don't be like that." Ashley grabbed a pillow and swung it at my face. I caught her wrists before she could hit me and pulled her down, the two of us laughing as our lips met.

Next:-

Not long after our tiny sister came home, Ashley shoved me out of her room so she could change the sheets and take a shower. She suggested I visit Nikky and talk with her since I hadn't been doing much of that lately.

Sitting on Nicole's purple bed, I kicked things off by asking her what her typical day was like at her friend's house. She quietly responded with "jump ropes and magazines and stuff." I asked a few more questions, most of which were answered with a one-liner. Occasionally she'd surprise me with two.

When Ashley entered the Valentine-colored bedroom, the docile atmosphere flip-flopped to spirited and fun. Ashley asked Nikky the same questions I had asked but received far lengthier answers. Nikky would ramble on for minutes before she had to take a breath to continue.

It didn't take long for me to become lost in their chatter. My attention was solely focused on my pristine angel. Small droplets wetted the sleeves of her yellow tee and porcelain skin. The aroma of citrus wafted through the air from her freshly showered ponytail. Her elegance and smile had me spellbound, and if Nikky wasn't with us, I would've grabbed Ashley right then and kissed her.

The girls chirped about make-up, celebrity gossip, and all sorts of things a guy would know nothing about. As with every other room in the house, Nikky's came with a television, so I decided to watch it until my sisters called for me.

Or until our parents arrived home an hour later. Whether they're five or ninety-five, girls sure can talk.

Mom was the first to greet us. Some time during my TV session, Nikky had gotten colored marks on her arms from doodling on the whiteboard with Ashley. Mom commanded her to take a bath, leaving Ashley and me behind to clean up.

It took only a couple of minutes to wipe the board and put away the markers, but Ashley wanted to go the extra mile.

"Let's tidy this place up a bit," she suggested.

I looked around and spotted very few things in disarray. Monopoly stuck out from under the bed, some beads and jewels were scattered across her desk, and a crooked poster hung above her dresser beside the door. It was nothing that should require an emergency clean up.

"This room doesn't look so bad. It's cleaner than mine."

"Every room is cleaner than yours. Come on, it'll be fast."

"Won't Nikky be mad if we move her stuff around without her approval?"

"She won't."

Before I could protest any further, mini Ms. Stewart began rearranging stuffed animals on Nikki's shelf.

I didn't think of Ashley as an interior designer, but apparently she had a lot of other things planned besides ways for her and I to be alone together - which we were. What I assumed would be a "stash in the closet" clean-up ended up being a "move that here and this over there" renovation, with Ashley calling the shots and me pushing and lugging furniture around. Fortunately, everything of Nikky's was smaller and thinner so I didn't break my back hauling anything too heavy across the hardwood floor. At least I didn't hear anything break.

"See, much better. Don't you think, Bry?"

"I suppose. All you really made me do is switch her stuff around."

"Sometimes a quick switcheroo is all that's needed to make things exciting again."

Just as we were about to leave, Ashley spotted something out of place. "Go ahead. I need to adjust this poster real quick." She stood in front of the poster and pulled out the two bottom tacks that were holding it in place. She tried reaching for the top two tacks but came short by a couple of inches.

Had I left the dresser alone instead of moved it across the room, it would've been a simple matter of using it as a stepladder. Now the poster hung above the ground with no way for Ashley to reach it.

"Let me help you with that," I said.

On her toes, she replied, "It's ok, I almost got it. Just one more - whoa, careful, Bry!"

Ignoring my sister's denial for aid, I grabbed her from behind and lifted her up in a bear hug. She flailed her arms for a moment to balance herself, which nearly caused me to lose mine. As she relaxed, I held her more securely.

Ashley's torso covered my entire field of vision. The bottom of her shirt had curled above her peachy waist. Her bubble butt shrouded my chest in a comforting softness. Her ambrosial scent, so close to my nose, mesmerized me. I nestled into her back, inhaling her directly.

"What are you doing, Tiger?"

"Helping you. What else would I be doing?"

"Can you move closer to the wall?"

"Oh. Sure."

In my mighty heave, I had accidentally pulled Ashley away from the poster. I took a step forward and waited for her to adjust it, although deep down I wanted the poster to be pinned indefinitely so I would never have to let her go.

"Almost got it," Ashley strained.

"Almost got what," a gruff voice questioned. I recognized it as our dad's.

"Brian and I are just readjusting this poster for Nikky."

"That's a nice thing to do. And it looks like you moved everything else around, too. Where is Brian hiding? Is he making you do all the work?"

I craned my head to the side of Ashley's waist. "Right here, pops."

"There you are, Bry. I couldn't see you with your sister in the way. Your mom told me to tell you guys dinner will be ready in about an hour."

"Okay, I'll come out and help after we're done here," Ashley replied.

"That'll be great, honey. Your mom will really appreciate that. Careful with your sister, Brian. Don't drop her."

"I won't."

As our dad disappeared from the doorframe, Ashley announced, "Got it. You can put me down now."

"Do I have to? I kind of like this." I spun in circles on my feet. Ashley was feeling lighter by the second and I had no problem supporting her. I wanted to toss her in the air, catch her in my arms, and twirl her around till we both got so dizzy we could see doubles of each other.

Ashley put one hand on the back of my head. "See, I was right."

"About what?"

"You are getting buff."

"When I'm with you, I feel like Superman."

"Except you're much cuter than he'll ever be."

After a few more spins, I started to feel a little tipsy. My knees wobbled, but Ashley didn't move a muscle. She was letting me enjoy my fun. I bumped into Nicole's bed and toppled onto it, using it as a fluffy landing pad. I was cautious with Ashley, of course, and made sure she fell as gently as possible on her side.

She rolled over to face me. "Thanks for your help."

We cuddled closer, our foreheads touching.

"Anything for a pretty lady."

"You're only doing it to get in my panties?"

"And everywhere else you'll let me in."

Ashley kissed me sweetly on the lips. "You'll just have to settle with this until next time."

"How long will that be from now?"

"Soon. We should get out of Nikky's room first, though."

"You don't find it kinky to be doing it in someone else's bed?"

"We're not 'doing' anything."

"Kissing is doing something. I like doing that."

I kissed Ashley more passionately, slipping my tongue into her mouth. She giggled as our tongues overlapped. We soon had our arms around each other, ignorant of the world around us.

Well, not totally ignorant. I perceived tiny footsteps padding through the hall. I withdrew my tongue, but Ashley didn't like having her mouth empty and retaliated by sticking hers in mine.

I tried warning her but my voice came out muffled. "We need to stop. Nikky's coming."

"Wow, what happened to my room," a squeaky voice asked.

Too late.

Ashley let go of me and wiped her lips as she sat up. "I hope you don't mind, Nikky, but we went ahead with the small overhaul of your room."

Nicole stood at the door holding her old clothes. Her eyes wandered in all directions and dimensions, not even realizing Ashley and I were sitting on her bed. She was fully absorbed in her newly revived room. "No, I don't. This is so awesome. You remember exactly what I told you."

"Yep. It's just the way you wanted it."

I whispered into Ashley's ear. "You knew this was how she wanted her room set up?"

"Uh-huh, she's been telling me her plans since last week," she whispered back.

Hearing that made the situation more understandable. Since Ashley had already known how Nikky wanted to spruce up her room, she didn't have to worry about Nikky getting peeved at us for moving her things.

"I'm going to help mom with dinner," Ashley stated. "If there's anything that needs adjusting, tell Brian to fix it for you." She patted Nikky on the head as she walked out.

It was rare for Nicole and me to be the sole occupants of a room on any given day. For it to happen twice in one evening was unthinkable.

"Need me to help with anything else?" I offered.

"No, everything's perfect."

"Okay. I'm going to head out now if that's all right."

"Uh-huh, that's okay."

"I'll see you at dinner then."

"Yeah, okay."

My feet were in the hallway when Nicole called my name. "Yeah, Nikky?"

"Thanks."

"No problem."


To Be Cont..........

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Oh….Ashley

Update-17


"Bry, open wide."

"Ahhh, mmmph." My mouth chomped down on the toasty breadstick sailing toward me. "That's really good, Ash. Just the right amount of garlic and butter."

"Thank you. It took a little bit of experimenting to get it the way I want."

It was dinnertime and the entire family was gathered around the kitchen table. Ashley had helped our mother prepare a meal consisting of salmon, mashed potatoes, and breadsticks, which Ashley had personally gone to great lengths to make by herself. Proud of her first successful cooking job, she made sure I was treated to enough garlic to fend off vampires in a fifty mile radius.

"Helen, sweetie, how come you don't do that for me," our dad asked our mom.

"Do what?" she exclaimed.

"Feed me the way Ashley feeds Brian. If I didn't know any better, they were the married couple in this house and we're the troublesome children."

"Hey, we're not troublesome," Ashley retorted. "We're the bestest kids two parents could ever hope for. You should be happy we're so nice to each other.

Dad chuckled at her feistiness. "I'm only joking around with you, honey. You're right, though, it does make me happy. I much rather have you all getting along than getting at each other's throats. My co-workers have warned me that as children grow older, they also grow more isolated from their family. That doesn't seem to be the case with you guys. You grow closer every day. I must be really lucky to have been blessed with such great kids."

"Aww, dad, there's no need to get weepy on us," Ashley kidded.

He feigned a voice crack. "I'm not getting weepy. I guess I'm just a little jealous. I never shared the joys of a jovial sibling bond with my brothers and sister. We always fought over trivial things, and to this day I regret the things I've done to them. Whatever it is you kids are doing to stay so close, just keep doing it. I won't get in the way."

It was eerie hearing our dad say those things. He couldn't have known the truth behind why Ashley and I were this close, yet it almost sounded as if he approved of what we've been doing. Then again, it wasn't like I knew how he would react if he were to find out.

I observed our parents discussing their day at work as Ashley finger fed me another bite. Both adults were heedless to her excessive friendliness toward me.

I secretly took our father's blessing to heart.

After dinner ended, my sisters retreated to Ashley's room for an evening of games and girl-talk. I tagged along since I didn't have anything else to do on a casual Monday night.

As I watched Ashley play Go-Fish with our younger sibling, I was reminded of the years gone by when she and I were in our early teens. Nicole had still very much been a kid, so Ashley and I spent a lot of nights staying up till our curfew of ten o'clock playing elementary games.
The evening carried on as typically as the seasons. Nicole, happy with the time we were spending with her, asked Ashley if it would be okay if they could have a small slumber party among the two of them. Given any other circumstance, Ashley would've said yes in a heartbeat, but the hesitation and dismay in her eyes revealed she wasn't quite willing to spend a night without her older brother.
It was more than a little flattering. No other girl had ever looked at me with the same love and care Ashley did. Being needed and wanted was an insurmountable feeling, the ultimate high.

To Ashley's surprise, and somewhat to my own, I nodded and mouthed to her to say yes.

She stared at me curiously, but not too curious as to tip Nikky off. "Um, yeah, you can sleepover with me, Nicole. I'd love to hang out with you."

The young tyke hopped to her feet. "Thanks, Big Sis. I'm going change into my pajammies and grab my sleep stuff."

When Nicole vanished from the room, Ashley scurried over to me on her bed. "Tiger, do you know what this means?"

"I do, but it's okay. I need to tell you something. While you were helping mom with dinner, I was checking my emails. My college sent me a letter saying I have a hold for the fall quarter and I need to clear up before I can register for classes. I want to visit my counselor tomorrow morning to get it taken care of."

"When were you planning to tell me this?"

"I was hoping we'd have a little bit of time to ourselves. I'll be leaving really early so maybe it's not such a bad idea to spend one night apart. If I'm lucky, I'll probably be back before you even wake up."

The disappointment on her face was evident beneath her false smile. "Okay. I'll be strong tonight. I can survive one night without you."

"Thanks. I'll make it up to you."

She gave me a sympathetic kiss. "You better."

* * *

Later that evening around ten o'clock, I went to my bedroom to seize some sleep for my morning trip. My bed felt empty without a feminine frame to put my arms around, and I had a great deal of trouble getting comfortable. Although Ashley and I had only slept together twice, I wasn't ready to return to my normal sleep routine just yet.

An hour of distraught had passed when I cursed my insomnia and tumbled out of bed. I decided to browse some message boards on my computer when I heard a knock at my door.

"Brian, are you still awake?" Ashley eased it open, her face inching into view.

I think the answer would seem obvious to her. "Yeah, I'm awake. Everything okay?"

She stepped through the door and shut it behind her. "I should be asking you that. I thought you would be asleep by now. Is there something on your mind? Something I can help you with?" Her mouth curled into a grin as she sat on a stool beside me.

"No, nothing like that. I just can't sleep."

"Then let's talk. Maybe I can bore you until you fall asleep."

"That's impossible. You're the only person I can never get tired of listening to."

"Well, you're not going to fall asleep any faster sitting at your computer." As Ashley leaned forward to turn the monitor off, her breasts brushed against my shoulder. Any speck of drowsiness I may have had disappeared from my system.

She clung onto my arm as she led me to my bed. She turned on the nearby lamp to its lowest setting. The bittersweet glow became the sole source of light in my room. We sat down in front of each other with our legs crossed Indian-style, our hands clumped together in a jumbled weave of fingers.

I studied my sister's lovely visage. She had her hair delicately tucked behind her ears. A thin, almost invisible necklace circled her neck. Her lips fluttered as she exhaled. Twin chestnut eyes gazed into mine. I battled the urge to look lower, but I reasoned that not looking would be an insult to her beauty. Her sleeveless nightie was cut low, revealing a canvas of silky skin above her breasts and even more around her midriff. Her legs were dressed in loose capri pants with the sleeves bunched up at the knees. A part of me wanted Ashley to stand up and pose for me so I could admire her entirety. Another part of me wanted her to never leave my bed.

When I returned my attention to her eyes, I found her smiling.

"Do I look pretty?" she asked.

"More than pretty. You're gorgeous." Even though I had told her that a million times by now, her cheeks still reddened. I felt mine turning cherry, too. "Now what?"

Ashley peeked down between my legs. Although I was flaccid when she came in, having her stare at me so intently started to arouse my senses. It wasn't long before I was drawn to her heaving chest. My cock spurred to life as I watched her breasts swell beneath her top, yearning to be caressed and loved.

"I can help you with that," Ashley said. "Then you might be able to get some sleep."

"It's only like that because you're staring at it."

"In that case, it's only fair that I fix it."

Good ol' Ashley. Always responsible enough to take care of any problems she may have provoked.

As her palms pressed against my shoulders, I leaned back, letting her push me flat on the bed. Her right hand snaked into the top of my shorts. There were no annoying zippers or buttons to fumble with this time. She barely needed to tug on my shorts for my member to spring into view.

There was a hint of surprise in my sister's voice. "No boxers?"

I usually don't strut around without underwear covering my naked rear end, but I decided earlier that night to forego the unnecessary clothing. Call it a hunch. "It gets in the way."

Ashley giggled, rocking her head side to side as if she meant to say, "Whatever floats your boat." Or in my case, whatever floats my cock. But I couldn't pinpoint any one thing that was making me excited. Everything about her screamed for sex, sex, maybe some cuddling, and then more sex. My eyes ping-ponged from one glorious body part to the next. Eventually they stopped moving in sync and I got dizzy as they rolled around in their sockets.

Ashley waited for me to stop spacing out. "Ready?"

I nodded so enthusiastically my head almost flew off.

"Let's switch spots."

At first, I thought she wanted me between her legs to take care of an itch. I didn't mind helping my sister with any of her problems, but I needed some sleep and all this foreplay wasn't making it easier for me to doze off.

Ashley scooted beside me with her hands around her waist. I sat up, expecting her to untie the little ribbon above her hips. What she did instead had my cock pulsing uncontrollably. She grabbed the bottom of her nightie and swiftly lifted it over her head, revealing a provocative red bra. She calmly lay down on my pillow.

I could've sworn she wore black ones earlier. Seems I'll never know what I get when it comes to her underwear.

Drawn to her statuesque figure, I stroked the soft and pliable flesh along her rib area. "Is your underwear drawer missing any color of the rainbow?"

Ashley stacked some extra pillows and laid her head on them. "It doesn't have polka-dots."

"That's not a color."

"Just come here," she giggled.

I crawled between her legs, my erection dangling beneath me as I reached for her ribbon. My hands came to a halt when her left hand grabbed my wrist.

"No, up here," my sister instructed.

Again, I felt a little confused. She must've thought I was going to strip her and put my cock inside of her. I could understand why would she think that, seeing as how my cock was throbbing for action.

Ashley opened her mouth, pointing inside it with her right finger.

Oh, that's what she meant. Just to be on the safe side, I gave her that suspicious look wondering if she was really sure. Still pointing, she cooed as if she was having her throat examined. Her head waved up and down, assuring me she wanted my thermometer in her mouth.

Nothing pained me more than seeing my sister denied of a reasonable request. I scooched my thighs over her torso and straddled her stomach, my cock bouncing between the hollow of her breasts.

It was weird sitting on top of my sister. Excluding our make-out sessions, I've been on the bottom for every other occasion. She was right about her comment earlier, though. A quick switcheroo was a great way to make things exciting. I felt tall and powerful looking down on her. Not in a domineering way or anything like that, but merely from the freedom of being able to move around however I wanted to. This must be why she gets such a big thrill from playing with me whenever I lay vulnerable to her masterful hands.

"Your balls are huge," Ashley blurted, keeping her eyes below the cock staring her in the face.

I hadn't really noticed it, but with my balls resting beneath her bra, this was the first time my crotch was fully displayed in front of her. She had only seen me when my cock was sticking through the opening of my underwear or pants. I had to admit it felt liberating to be naked from the waist down. Was it this exhilarating for her when I stripped off her pajamas the previous night?

"They're not that big," I said quietly. I honestly didn't know if that was the truth or not since I had never compared my size to any one else's. Not that I wanted to; that'd be a little weird even for me.

"I want a closer look." Ashley pouted her lips and frowned her eyes into her infamous puppy dog look. "Don't make me beg for it."

I smiled softly and moved further up her chest, kneeling over her breasts. She wasn't holding anything back. Like an obedient puppy, she stuck her tongue out and wagged it back and forth. I jabbed my cock against her tongue. My body shuddered at the warm contact.

"That feels so good, Ashley."

She looked up at me. "I'm not doing anything."

"Just keep your mouth open." I bucked my hip forward, poking Ashley's upper lip. Her eager tongue flicked the underside of my cock. A drop of precum dribbled from the slit, glistening her lip. I gripped the base of my shaft and drew ovals around her mouth. Her tongue followed the tip wherever it went.

The view from above was, to put it simply, spectacular. Her hair, fanned over my pillow, mirrored a magnificent sunrise. Her eyes, glossed in a filmy haze, flickered like two burning candles. What would normally be a stunning image of a goddess was spoiled by the penis tracing her lips. I had pictured this scene countless times in my fantasies, but to see my precum outlining her mouth was more surreal than any illusion. I could rest my cock on her chin and the view alone would carry me to an orgasm.

I pulled away, not wanting to finish before I had a chance to enjoy her oral talents again. She lifted her head off the pillow, chasing after her treat, but I had pulled it too far back.

"I don't think you came into my room to help me with my sleeping problem. I think you just wanted a late-night dessert."

"Darn it, you know me too well," Ashley teased, dropping her head back onto the pillow. "Now gimme what I want. I know you have some cum ready for me."

"As you wish." The moment Ashley re-opened her mouth, I thrust my cock between her lips, hitting the top of her tongue. She was about to enclose her mouth when I withdrew my cock. A tendril of saliva hung from the end.

Ashley whimpered unhappily, and I almost felt bad for her if it weren't for her sly smirk. Tired of my snail-like pace, she reached for my cock. I caught her wrist before she could grab a hold of it.

Waving a finger in front of her pretty eyes, I said, "Unh-uh, I decide when your dessert is ready."

Ashley frowned, but after a couple of seconds, turned it upside down. "Okay."

I released my grip. "Okay?"

She nodded. "Yes. Okay."

That wasn't what I expected. I wanted Ashley to resort to her swaggering attitude from earlier. I needed sleep and an aggressive Ashley would definitely wear me out in seconds. Maybe I looked more intimidating on top of her than I gave myself credit for.

Playing Mr. Bigshot, I retraced Ashley's mouth with my cock, this time moving in the opposite direction. Her tongue stopped following it, but there was still enough saliva and precum on her lips to keep it slicked. As my crown explored every detail of her sumptuous kisser, I felt her breaths tickling me through her mouth.

Ashley smiled under my throbbing shaft. She knew what kind of effect that was having on me. My quivering body made it obvious to her how sensitive I had became. She was more than willing to let me play with her until I couldn't take it anymore and needed to jam my rod in her mouth.

Well, here goes nothing.

I lunged forward, my cock stretching her lips apart as it plowed into her mouth. The bulb hit the top of her jaw, pushing her head back into the pillow. The intrusion failed to startle her the teensiest bit. She didn't blink, didn't even make a sound. Her tongue did all the talking as it swirled around the head.

The rest of Ashley stayed completely motionless. Her loose jaw permitted me to thrust in and out of her mouth at whatever lazy pace I wanted.

"You're awfully quiet," I commented. "Am I boring you?"

As my sister shook her head no, my cock tapped the corners of her mouth. Her cheeks began to glow as I smiled.

This wasn't so bad. Rough or gentle, fast or slow, it doesn't make a difference to me as long as I'm with the girl I love.

Ashley craned her head back, gracing me with her laughter. "You're blushing."

"Am not." If I wasn't blushing before she said that, I was definitely blushing now. "I'm not the only one red in the face."

Ashley covered her cheeks with her hands and averted her gaze from me. A charming smile adorned the cutest expression I had ever seen. "This feels so embarrassing."

"Hey, how do you think I feel? I'm the one naked from the waist down here."

"I'm sorry, Bry. I didn't mean it like that. You don't have anything to be embarrassed about. Trust me. It's me who's embarrassed."

"What do you mean?" I watched Ashley bite her lower lip. A wrinkle of nervousness affected the way she jittered. "Come on, you can say whatever you want around me. There's nothing to be shy about."

"It's just... when I see my reflection in your eyes, I can't believe the girl I'm staring at is really me. Before this weekend, I had never tasted a penis. Never held one, never even seen one. Yet here I am in your bed, with your cock in front of me, licking it like it was a popsicle. It's hard for me to come to grips with that. It happened so suddenly.

I promised mom and dad that when it came to boys, I would be smart about what I do with them, and who I do it with. That I wouldn't give in to temptations and I'd save myself for the right guy. And guess what? I have found the right guy. He's been living next door to me my whole life.

But I can't help but wonder if the girl I'm seeing is who I want to be... who you want me to be. You're perfect the way you are and I want to be perfect for you, too. I'll do all I can to be your dream girl. It doesn't matter to me if I have to change who I am to match the image of your desires. I want to be everything you picture me as."

"Ash, you don't need to be someone you're not. Don't you remember what you said to me this afternoon? About us being who we are? What makes you think I want you to change?"

She paused for no longer than a split second, but it was enough to make me choke on my anxiousness.

"When you said I looked older... and you liked older women."

Man, oh man. I didn't have a drop of rage in my blood, but even I wanted to punch myself. How could a sweet attractive girl like her fall for a moron like me?

Now didn't seem like such a great time to be half-naked on top of my sister. I scrambled off her and draped the blanket over us. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, hugging with all the affectionate I could muster. "The next time I say something that stupid, just hit me. I didn't mean for it to be serious. I don't want you to become someone you're not."

Ashley nuzzled her cheek against me. "I thought you enjoyed what we did earlier."

Earlier? Was this why she acted so wild in the afternoon? Because she thought I wanted her that way?

"I did enjoy it. But it wasn't because of how racy we were being. I enjoyed it because I was with you. You are already my perfect dream girl. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. If you're uncomfortable with something, then don't do it. I'm not going to get mad at you. I'll love you even more because then I'll know you're being honest. That's all you'll ever need to do."
"Thank you. Your understanding means so much to me. You always know what to say and what to do. No matter how sex-crazed I get, you never try to take advantage of me. You never let your urges get the best of you."
"You make me sound like a saint. Do you know how many times I've fantasized about getting inside your panties? Not with my tongue or fingers, but with my penis?"
"I know you want to do it soon. I want it just as much as you do, probably even more. But I can't. Not yet. Call me a hopeless romantic but I want my first time - our first time - to be special. And I mean really, really special. I want it to be a memory we'll never forget."
"I want it to be special, too. That's why I'm willing to wait however long it takes for us to be ready for it."
"I need to warn you. I'm not as steadfast as you think I am. If you force yourself on me... if you tear my clothes off this very second... I won't do a thing to stop you."
"Oh god, don't say things like that. I'll never do anything that'll make you hate me. I won't be able to live with myself. The regret alone will kill me."
"But I won't hate you. I can't hate you. There's nothing you can do to make me feel that way. I'll love you just as much as I do right now. I know it sounds weird but it's true. Just promise me that when the day comes, we'll both be ready for it. That our first time will always be cherished. I want to be able to look back on the magical night of our intimacy and tell our kids how wonderful love can be when you're with the right person."
Our... kids. Did she actually...
No, she couldn't have meant to say that. It had to have been a slip.
"I promise you that our first time together will be all those things and more. I'm not going to screw it up."
"You won't. I know it." She marked my neck with tender pecks. Timidly, she whispered, "Is it still hard?"
"Huh? Oh. No, not really."
"Aww, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made you worry about me. Get up and let's continue where we left off. All that talking made me thirsty."
"You still want to go at it after all we just said?"
Ashley drew circles on my chest. "Why not? My craving for you will never change." She swamped my mouth with her lips before I could give it a second thought.
The sugary taste of her kiss, the aromatic scent of her hair, the cozy comfort of her breasts, made my sister the most irresistible woman.
I flipped the blanket off us and crawled on top of her. My penis stiffened to its sturdy self.
Ashley couldn't take her eyes off it as it bounced against her navel. "That didn't take long."
"It knows when there's a pretty girl with a prettier mouth nearby."
"I thought you said you weren't hiding any promiscuous girls from me."
"I meant you," I chuckled.
Ashley flashed me her pearly whites. The brilliance lit away my dark concerns. I lowered my face to hers for a sensual kiss. Our tongues thrashed as we desperately breathed in each other's essence.
"Can I have it now?" she huffed.
I reluctantly ended our cuddle and wiggled up her chest. My cock bobbed inches from her lips. Ashley opened her mouth just wide enough for me to slip in. My crown grazed her tongue, creating a short trail of precum. She closed her mouth and eyes as she sucked.
I held onto the bed's backrest. Although her suction was faint, it felt like she was absorbing every last ounce of strength from me. My knees could barely support my weight, yet I dare not sit down at the risk I'd smother my sister. All the energy I had throughout the day dissipated in an instant.
Ashley's hands came to my thighs. I gasped at her touch; it felt no stronger than a stray breath. I pushed forward, sliding more of myself inside her mouth. Her tongue coated my shaft in heated saliva. Slurping sounds seeped through her lips. I touched her left cheek and brushed my right thumb against her sinless skin. Her hand came off my thigh and held onto the back of mine. She pressed my palm against her cheek. I felt her shiver as she drank me in.
I stopped my short thrusts. A fire had ignited, turning my legs into liquid. I felt so weak, so fatigued. It took all my effort just to expand my lungs.
Ashley opened her eyes and ceased her suction. I slid out.
"Hold my hands," she murmured.
I reached for them, trembling worse than a leaf on a windy day. She raised her hands beside her and met me partway.
Our eyes locked together, fingers entwined. The gratitude and passion we shared for each other surged through our nerves and into the other's being. Her affection slowly invigorated me with a new rise of energy.
Ashley pursed her lips and blew air over the head of my cock, making both it and myself flutter on cloud nine. I entered her mouth but stopped when I met the smallest sign of resistance against her tongue. I slid back out, keeping the tip encased in her lips.
Repeating my motion, I mumbled, "This feels amazing."
My sister hummed, "Mm-hmm." We both smiled, although hers was a little harder to see with my member in the way.
As I delved into her mouth, Ashley sucked more vigorously. Her cheeks concaved under the orange glow of the lamp. Her jaw shifted as her tongue swabbed my cock. I rocked my hips, carefully balancing myself on my knees as to not depress her delicate hands.
Penetrating my angel's mouth while straddling her chest should've felt dirty and perverse. I'd imagined anyone witnessing our act would've felt that way, possibly even offended. But by holding her hands, it made the act feel like a natural thing for two people madly in love to do together. There were no forceful insertions, no defiance, no roughness. I would never do anything to degrade my sister. Respecting her feel any less than the goddess she was would go against my very resolve.
Ashley raised her head off her pillow, attempting to take me in deeper. I leaned forward until I nudged the roof of her mouth. She eased onto the pillow, relaxing her neck as she devoured more of my cock.
Almost completely inside of her, I whispered, "I'm close."
Ashley purred, the soft vibrations titillating my shaft. Her nose flared as her breathing hastened, her slurps louder with each intake of air. The pressure on my cock was phenomenal, like it was being clamped in a plush, wet vise. Her tongue licked the underside during each instroke, the head on each outstroke.
My heart pounded against my sternum, threatening to shatter free. The thumping reverberated through my bones. Moisture adhered to our palms, sticky, searing, melting us together. Flames burned through my loins and veins, setting off my eruption.
A spurt of rich desire launched from my cock. My hands clenched, squeezing Ashley between my fingers. She squeezed back, overpowering my grip. Her nails dug into my knuckle. The bliss of cumming inside her mouth overwhelmed any pain I should've felt.
Ashley's face didn't distort in the slightest. She took the initial burst in pride, gulping it immediately. Ensuing bursts were consumed just as readily. The second, third, and fourth splashed against her tongue, and then disappeared as creamy lumps through her throat. Final spurts resembled droplets through a pinhole. She swished the deposit of cum around my shaft, savoring my tang. Her cheeks curved in as she swallowed the last of her dessert.
Ashley surrendered her grasp on my numb hands, allowing much-needed blood to recirculate through them. She bobbed her head toward my groin, cleaning me of any remaining white blobs. Even when I had nothing more to give her, she sucked diligently, as if to prolong the softening process. Her efforts almost paid off. My mild erection refused to diminish further, but it also refused to enlarge. Sensing her late-night snack was all gone, Ashley slumped onto the pillow. I slipped my cock out of her mouth.
"Yummy," she said, wiping a finger across her lips.
I collapsed beside my amiable sibling. "I take it your thirst is satisfied?"
"It is. Thank you."
"You're welcome. I think I'll get a good night's sleep now."
She sulked. "You haven't already been getting a good night's sleep with me?"
"Ho-ho, I have been. The best sleep I've gotten my whole life. You're like my teddy bear." I hugged Ashley as if she were a life-sized doll.
"Okay, that sounds a little better."
"I really wish we could spend the night together."
"Me too. I'm already here in your bed... in your arms... wearing my jammies. But you said you'll need to leave early in the morning so I'll just have to find a way to cope without you for a few hours."
"I did say I might be home before you wake up."
Ashley skimmed her fingers over my swelling chest. "I hope so. I'll be thinking about you in my dreams."
"Don't go too crazy with them. Save some fun for me when I get home."
"I will."
My heartbeats weakened with each of her passing strokes until they stopped echoing in my eardrums. The world steadily came back to me.
"I should go now," she whispered. "It's already midnight and you really need the sleep."
"Yeah, okay."
My sister crawled out from beneath my blanket. She leaned over me and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "I love you, Big Brother."
I placed my hand under her chin and led her to my lips, giving her a proper farewell to end the evening. "I love you, Little Sister. Good night."
Ashley straightened herself up and turned her back to me. Only thin bra straps foiled her upper body. Sashaying toward the doorway, her hands reached behind her and tugged on the hook. An obscure click perked my ears. The strap came apart; the ends hung beneath her arms. Only peachy flesh spanned from her slim neck to her slimmer waist.
Her hands drifted to her shoulders. Two pair of fingers pinches the barely-there strings. As she edged them off, the bra fell from her chest. Holding the satiny garment high in the air, my sister looked over her shoulder at me. She grinned as she released the bra behind her, letting it float to the floor.
"Good night. Sweet dreams." With that, Ashley stepped into the dark hallway and shut the door behind her. The clunking of the doorknob snapped me out of my trance.
So much for getting any sleep. Now my peaceful dreams would be filled with images of Ashley prancing around my room naked. Granted I wasn't actually able to see her bare breasts and....
Wow. It just hit me. Even after all the foreplay we'd done, I still haven't seen my first real pair of naked boobs yet. Plenty of lace and skin, but nothing that measures up to nipples and areolas. Doesn't it usually go "look before you touch"? I've done plenty of touching and not nearly enough looking.
I'll just have to deal with that issue shortly.
Sleep slowly overcame my senses. Ashley wasn't with me in my bed, but she was undoubtedly with me in my dreams. I also had her bra and nightie to keep me company, and boy did they smell divine. Why use room fresheners to mask the scent of sex when I have freshly-worn underwear?


To Be Cont.............

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Oh….Ashley


Update-18


Chapter 4: Need

"Bry... Brian. Come on, you need to get up. It's already eight-ten."
"Hmm? What?" I squinted through my eyes, barely able to make out Ashley's face. "What happened to my alarm?"
"I turned it off. I don't get how you can stand that thing. It sounds worse than nails on a chalkboard, and it's so loud."
"That's kinda the point." I rubbed my eyelids and felt a sharp sting, but the blurry image of my sister kneeling by my bed was well worth the temporary pain. "Why did you wait ten minutes to wake me up? My alarm was set for eight."
"I wanted to watch you sleep for a little bit." She leaned closer and held up a thin red strap. "Why is my bra hiding under your pillow?"
My cheeks blushed a matching color. "Do you know how cruel it is to give me that thing? I looked all over it for you bra size but couldn't find it anywhere."
"Bry, look at me. Seriously." Ashley cupped her breasts and lifted them up. "It's not hard to guess what size they are."
I figured a large A-cup or a small B-cup. I really had no idea. I only knew the earlier letters in the alphabet meant a smaller size.
But as eye opening as it was to watch my sister hold her breasts, I was more surprised by her ensemble. It wasn't something she woke up to and tossed on without some forethought. She wore a very tight white shirt with a vintage design of a butterfly on it, and a light blue hooded jacket. The ends of her hair were curled below her shoulders, looking very sexy, and a golden headband rested neatly on her head. I had never awoken to a more beautiful sight.
I wondered what called for the occasion. "Why are you dressed? You going somewhere?"
Ashley caught my eyes roaming her figure. She stood up to let me see the rest of her. "Yep. With you to school."
I immediately sat up. "What? Why? I'll only be gone for a couple of hours. You need to stay home with Nikky and watch her."
"She's still asleep. Besides, she's old enough to stay home alone."
"She's only twelve. Do you know how much trouble we can get in if mom and dad find out?"
"Don't worry. I talked to Nicole last night about it. I made her promise me she'll behave or else the trip to Six Flags tomorrow is off."
I was appalled, yet also a little thrilled with her intricate scheme. "Why do I get the feeling you've given this some thought?"
"I've been thinking about it ever since you told me about your little errand. You know I can't bear being away from you. I woke up at six o'clock so I could get ready and dress up pretty." Ashley performed an elegant pirouette to show off just how pretty she looked, causing her light pink skirt to float above her knees. It was loose and fluffy, almost old-fashioned in the way it went below her knees, and was made of layers of sheer fabric. The skirt was very fitting for the summer and did an excellent job in accentuating her cuteness and natural beauty.
"I'm really flattered you would do that for me but I-"
"No buts, mister." Her voice was loud and stern; her adorable demeanor had taken a dramatic turnaround. "I'm going with you and that's final. Argue all you want but you're only going to more waste time."
Alarmed for my safety, I replied, "All right, just let me get ready."
"Okay, goodie. I picked out your clothes for you. They're laid out on your desk." Just like that, she went full circle to adorable again.
"Thanks, mom, I really appreciate it."
Ashley stuck her tongue out as she exited my room. Stumbling to my desk to see what she had laid out for me, I found a pair of tan khakis and a white polo shirt. It wasn't too different from my regular attire, but the shirt was nicer than the graphic tees I normally wore. After changing into them, I opened my door, expecting to see my sister waiting for me. The hallway was disappointingly empty, so I made my way to the bathroom.
This time on the way out from brushing my teeth, Ashley was standing right in front of me. She was holding a small plate of jelly-covered toast in her right hand and a glass of orange juice in her left. A sparkling smile lit up her cheery face.
"This is too much," I said. "You didn't have to do this for me."
"I want to. It's no big deal. Hurry up and eat. We don't want to be late, right?" She handed me the plate and glass and I gladly accepted.
As I ate my breakfast on the way to my car, I could barely keep my eyes open in the bright sunlight. Even at eight-thirty in the morning the entire neighborhood was basked in a glaring light. Thankfully the heat hadn't accompanied the sun yet.
I was only half-done with my toast when we reached my car. "Hey sis, you want to drive?"
"Really? Can I?"
"Yeah, of course. I need to teach you how to drive, don't I? Isn't that what I promised mom?"
"Yeah, but you didn't look happy with the idea at first."
"Are you kidding me? I love the idea. Nothing fills me with more joy than spending more time with my gal. So come on, you drive. I still need to finish eating."
"Okay, if you say so. But I'm not responsible for any damages that may occur to your car. It's your idea that I drive so all the blame goes to you."
"Fine with me. Mom and dad handle the insurance anyway."
"Okay, good. Now that that's cleared up, toss me your keys."
I balanced the glass with my plate and threw the keys over the hood of my car. Ashley caught them easily and unlocked the doors. Once we were seated, I watched her fidget in her chair, her left hand searching for something along the bottom side.
"Ash, the lever to raise your seat is-"
"Don't worry, I found it." A soft rumbling came from her chair as it rose up. "Much better."
"Since you're shorter than me, make sure to adjust the rearview mirror before you-"
"Pull out onto the street. I got it." Ashley tilted the elongated mirror.
"Don't forget the-"
"Side mirrors. I got it." She lowered her window and nudged it.
"Guess you don't need me at all. Maybe I'll just lay back and get some sleep."
"You can do that on the way home. I don't know where I'm going."
"Oh, right. Just stay on this lane and..." For the next few stops and turns, I gave her directions on where to go.
It had been almost a month since I last saw Ashley drive--disregarding the times I watched her from the living room window. The improvement in her handling was remarkable. She had motions down to a tee, and although this was the first time she had driven my car, it wouldn't have seemed that way to a bystander.
As Ashley turned onto the freeway, she asked, "Am I doing okay?"
"Yeah, you're doing great. We'll be on the freeway for the next forty minutes so just get comfortable and watch out for other drivers."
"Okay, I can do that."
The amount of driving time didn't seem to bother her. For me, the trip usually meant a long forty minutes of solitude. That morning marked the first time I had anyone accompanying me, and I wanted to make the most of it. Unfortunately, my sis didn't share my sentiment. Every time I spoke she would tell me to quiet down so she could concentrate on the road. I could tell by her yawns, however, that she was probably just as tired as I was and lacked the energy to do two things at once.
When we neared our exit, I gave Ashley the final set of the directions to my college. Because it was summer, parking spaces were more abundant, and she found a shaded spot under a large tree.
Ashley handed me the keys as we exited. "That was a really long drive. How can you stand this everyday?"
"It's not so bad. Do it enough times and you'll get used to it, too. As long as I have my favorite music on, I can handle just about any amount of boredom."
"But this is still an hour of driving just to get to school, and then another to get back home. Do that five times a week and that's ten hours we're apart from each other. Ten hours is almost half a day. And what if there's traffic? That can make it more than twelve hours. In a month, that's-"
"Calm down, sis, don't turn into a walking calculator on me." I wrapped my right around her shoulders and hugged her close. It was charming how concerned she was over something so trivial. "I really, really mean it when I say it isn't as bad as it seems."
"It's just... you've scheduled your classes around my mine so you could pick me up from high school."
"Yep, I remember doing that. I picked you up for two years in a row. Is that a problem?"
She stomped her foot on the ground. "Yes, that is a problem. Every day, you waste so much time driving back and forth. You're tired and exhausted from your classes and you just want to go home and rest. But what do you have to do instead? You have to waste more time driving to my school to pick me up. Mom and dad could have had me take the bus or carpool with my friends, but they forced you to take me home. I can't believe how much of a hassle I am."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you're getting it all wrong. Not once have I thought of it as a hassle. Picking you up from school was the one thing I looked forward to the most in my day. You have no idea how ecstatic I got every time I saw you running to my car. I would have waited in the parking lot for the entire day if I had to. You're on my mind all the time, whether I'm in line for lunch or daydreaming in the middle of my classes. Mom and dad didn't ask me if I could pick you up; I asked them. I wanted to do it, so don't think of it as a hassle for me because it wasn't."
Both of her hands clapped over her mouth. "Oh god, I never knew. But why? Why would you do that for me?"
"You're my sister. I love you. That's all there is to it."
Ashley fell into my open arms. "You're so good to me."
"I know. You deserve it."
We embraced in the warm and cozy sun, feeling even warmer in each other's arms. Some people had walked by us but neither Ashley nor I bothered to check if they were staring. When I finally kissed the top of her golden hair, she stepped to my side, and together we strolled onto the main campus.
Our trip ended at a four-story building.
"My counselor's office is down this hall. Wait out here, okay?" I gave Ashley a peck on the cheek.
"Wait, don't go yet." She nimbly buttoned the topmost button of my shirt, folded the collar down, and combed her fingers through my hair. "Okay, better. I'll be right here."
I took about a dozen steps before I heard her shout, "I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you, too," I shouted back. I blew her a kiss and waved farewell. Being just as playful, she pretended to catch it and held it to her heart.
My morning kept getting better and better; the meeting with my counselor went without a hitch. We skimmed over my grades from the previous year, discussed my future courses, and after having my schedule stamped and hand shaken, I was back in the hallway in search of my sister.
The search was a brief one since Ashley hadn't move from where we departed. She was reading some bulletins for academic clubs and summer jobs, rocking back and forth on her heels and toes with her hands behind her back. I crept through the hallway to my unsuspecting sister until I was less than three feet away. She continued to sway while humming a catchy melody. Wetting my lips, I lunged forward and hugged her around the waist, lifting her off the ground.
Ashley's squeal resonated through the building. "Oh jeez, Tiger, you scared the crap out of me."
"Sorry, I can't keep my hands to myself. You look so beautiful."
I twirled on my feet once before putting Ashley down. She spun to me and circled her arms around my hip, squeezing my butt in her hands. "That's not fair," she frowned. "I can't help it if I was born this cute."
"And I can't help it if I was born crazy in love for you." We exchanged small kisses. "Ready to go home?"
"Not really. Are you sure that's all you needed to do? You were in there for only ten minutes."
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. I just needed my counselor to approve my schedule for next year and make sure I meet the prerequisites. Small stuff. Most of it's done online."
"But I woke up early so I could pick your outfit and spend time looking pretty for you."
"I appreciate all the work you did in making yourself the sexiest little thing I ever laid eyes on, but I did say last night I would only be gone for a short while."
"Well, I'm not ready to leave yet. I want to hang out for a bit."
"This is a college campus, not an amusement park. There's nothing to do here besides learning and studying.'"
Ashley took a step away from me. With her hands behind her back, she turned her body side to side like a giddy schoolgirl, beaming a marvelous smile. "Show me around anyway. I want a tour of this place. It's nice and sunny today and it'll be a shame not to enjoy it."
"It's summer. It'll be nice and sunny every day."
"Maybe, but I have your car keys. That means we don't go home until I'm ready to go home."
"Nice try. My keys are right..." I patted my side and back pockets but felt only my wallet and cell phone. The sound of metal jingled next to my right ear.
"Looking for these?" Ashley teased, holding the keys up in front of me.
"How did you..." I swiped at them but she snapped her hand away. She must have taken the keys while she was hugging me. "Since when did you become a master pickpocket?"
"It's not hard to distract you. One small ass-grab and you're slobbering like a doggy."
"You should find it flattering you have that kind of effect on a guy."
"Oh, I do. I get turned on so much when you stare at me like that." Ashley leaned onto her toes and gave me a mouthful of her tongue.
The delectable pleasure captivated me. Before I knew it, I had Ashley pinned to the wall by the wrists. Her soft breasts were smashed against my chest and her hard nipples poked me through my shirt. As she moaned into my mouth, I heard the keys fall to the floor with a clang.
Ashley lowered her hands to my butt. My cock formed a steely tent in my pants, straining against her inner thigh. I tried telling myself we couldn't go any further than kissing, but knowing we were in the middle of a public hallway in broad daylight made it so much more exciting.
Just then, I heard a door slam shut behind me. I released my grip and backed away from my sister as she straightened the ruffles of her skirt. We both smirked at each other, our cheeks glowing. I turned around with my head bowed to see who had interrupted us.
My counselor was standing outside his office with an overflowing trashcan, his attention in the other direction. I couldn't tell if he was actually preoccupied with locking his door or merely pretended not to notice us, but Ashley and I didn't want to linger around to find out. We ran hand-in-hand past the lockers and burst through the glass door to the outside world.
Ashley was laughing hysterically the entire dash. "That was you counselor, wasn't it?"
"Yeah, that's him. God, I hope he didn't see us. I might have to change my last name so I can get a different one."
"Don't be embarrassed about getting caught. Love is a natural emotion. No one can control where we get the urge to make out."
"You're always so optimistic."
"I have a good reason to be. So come on, show me around. I want to see everything this place has to offer." Knowing fully well I couldn't deny her request, she began walking ahead of me. I had no choice but to follow.
Although Ashley had insisted I be her guide, she showed no hesitation in leading the way. It was difficult explaining things with her always five feet ahead me; she had to keep turning around to see what I was pointing at. Whenever we came across a group of people doing something unique, like playing guitars, taking digital pictures, or performing skateboard tricks, she would ask me if the campus was always this active during the regular year, then proceed without waiting for an answer.
When my voice had all but left me, Ashley stopped dead in her tracks.
"That building looks interesting. Can you take me in there?" She pointed at a circular dome-shaped structure. It was one of the newer buildings that had been established as part of a major spending spree. The outer walls were all glass, making the facility look very high-tech in contrast to the brick buildings we had been passing.
"That's the amphitheatre. To be honest, I've never been in there myself. There's actually lot of places I haven't been in yet."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's pop our amphitheatre cherry together." Ashley dragged me by the hand up the small stairway and through the front doors.
From its exterior, the building didn't appear it should have belonged to a college, but the pristine and quiet atmosphere from the interior surely did. There were whiteboards lining the walls with complex mathematical formulas, statues of three-dimensional shapes, and glass cases of numerous thousand-page textbooks. When we almost made a full circle back to where we had entered, we heard a teacher speaking from a nearby classroom. Ashley peered into the open doorway and I hesitantly did the same.
"Wow, there's hardly anyone in here," she whispered.
I surveyed the barren room. No more than twenty students were sitting in the front seats of maybe two hundred total. A male, forty-ish year-old teacher in a lab coat paced across the wooden stage. "There aren't a lot of people who take summer classes. Courses aren't going to be as full as the ones during the regular terms."
Ashley inspected the room for another few seconds. "Let's go in," she suggested.
"Are you crazy?" I almost shouted. "We don't attend this class."
"So, I want to see what a college class is like. You can be with me when I pop my college class cherry."
All this mention of cherry popping was putting a strain on my imagination.
Ashley dragged me down a sloped walkway to the middle of the amphitheater, five rows behind the closest student from us. The dark maroon cushioned chairs reminded me of the movies, with them getting higher toward the back. The backrests were wide and tall compared to regular wooden. Between each seat was an armrest that could be pulled down, though they were much too narrow to really write on. I took a seat to the right of my sister.
Attending an unknown class wasn't what I had in mind for my normally lazy summers. I wanted to get the heck out of there, lest we get in trouble for being somewhere we weren't supposed to be. Most professors didn't fuss over attendance, whether the student was actually enrolled in the class or not, but from my experiences the ones that did were the strictest.
"Ash, we shouldn't be here. What's the point of doing this?"
She looked down on me slouched in my seat. "Give me five minutes."
Five minutes. I guessed I could survive for that long.
The teacher continued his lecture without once looking directly at us. He rambled on about velocity and vectors, and I gathered we were in a physics class.
"Can anyone tell me what is happening to the speed of an object when its velocity and acceleration are in the same direction?" the teacher asked aloud. "Anyone at all? You've been here two weeks and none of you can answer a question as simple as that?"
The room became deafly silent. Tension was in the air, and although I wasn't officially in the class, I started to feel nervous. My luck had always been crappy in these situations. Teachers just loved picking on me, and for a terrifying moment I thought he was going to when he stared in my direction.
"Yes, the lady in the back over there."
Huh? Who was he calling a lady? I swung my head side-to-side to see whom he was referring to, only to see my sister with her hand raised.
"When velocity and acceleration is in the same direction, the object is speeding up," she answered.
"Very good," the teacher remarked. "At least one person will be passing my class. What is your name, ma'am?"
"Ashley Roberts."
Roberts?
"Again, very good, Miss Roberts. Now, moving on."
With his attention diverted to the whiteboard, I sat up and whispered, "How the heck did you know that?"
"The answer? I took a little bit of physics in my senior year. This is really basic stuff. I'm betting this is an introductory class. Not bad, right?"
"Yeah, not bad at all," I chuckled. "Looks like you're ready for college."
Ashley smiled and squeezed my hand.
Another minute or two had passed when I fished out my phone to check the time. My sister's five minutes were up, but since she seemed to be really getting into the lecture I decided to stay quiet. Truth be told, I was also beginning to enjoy the class. Even though I had no idea what the teacher was rambling on about, Ashley was unconsciously helping me act out one of my young high school fantasies.
Call it silly but I had often wondered what it would have been like to have a girlfriend sit next to me in class. I'd seen the jocks with their cheerleaders--or maybe it was the other way around--and envied how they had a gal to swoon over them. Although Ashley was hardly swooning over me at that moment, the lovey-dovey way we were holding hands was a million times better than the wallowing I had done in high school. It was unlikely we would ever share a class together, so this was the closest I'd get to fulfilling that fantasy.
With that realization, I let go of Ashley's hand and slowly slid my left hand under her jacket. As I caressed her rib area, the corners of her mouth curled upward. I took it as encouragement to continue and lightly fluttered my fingers along her side. She immediately flinched away from my tickling.
"You're like a little kid," she giggled.
"I'll promise to be a good kid if you give me five minutes."
I must have hit a nerve because Ashley bolted up from her seat. "Oh crap, it must be at least ten minutes by now. I'm so sorry. Let's get out and-"
"Shhh, class is in session." I tugged her back down, relieved that no one had turned around. "Just sit back and enjoy. Or let me enjoy. I don't mind either way." I gave Ashley a wink.
A wink? Since when did I wink? I had no idea what came over me. It was as if a male version of my sister took over me and instilled me this wacky confidence. Judging by her gaping jaw and wide eyes, maybe a female version of me took over her.
Ashley coyly leaned back in her seat and stared toward the stage. I turned my sights toward it as well, but my attention was on the soft flesh my fingers were grazing against. Emboldened by my confidence, I moved my hand higher, nudging her right breast. Her chest rose as she held a gasp, doing her best to stay calm. I slid the back of my hand over the subtle rise and fall of her right tit, and then the rise and fall of her left. Anyone looking at us would have clearly seen my hand stretched across my sister's chest. The students in front of us, however, were either glued to the whiteboard on the stage or falling asleep in their seats, and the professor was speaking with his back to us as he scribbled random letters and numbers.
"Enjoying yourself?" I whispered.
Ashley grabbed my hand over her left breast and lowered it to her lap. With her free hand, she pulled the bottom of her shirt from her stomach, then guided my hand to her exposed abs.
"Is that a yes?" I saw her smiling and nodding.
Since Ashley led me beneath her shirt, she most likely wanted me to go back to her breasts. But I wanted to go in the opposite direction. I wanted to go south.
My pinky slipped through the hem of skirt. She couldn't hold her gasp that time. It wasn't loud enough for anyone to hear, so I slipped two more fingers inside. Both of her hands grabbed my wrist.
"Don't, Bry. We can't do this."
"Are you sure? You don't have to do anything." Despite her double grip, I easily lowered my hand another couple of inches until all five of my fingers were inside her skirt. A little more and I would have been at her pearl.
"Yes, I-I'm sure. Please don't."
"Worried about getting caught?"
Her voice kept getting weaker. "No, It's just... I'm not wearing--oh god. Brian, please. I'm not wearing any panties. I'm going to soak my skirt."
Holy. Shit.
Did she mean that? Was my sister really panty-less? Or was she just trying to scare me off? My fingers must have been close to her blonde patch by now, yet I still hadn't felt anything resembling underwear. If she was telling the truth, her little revelation made me want to go further, not back off. As her responsible boyfriend and older brother, I knew I should have stopped, but knowing a bare pussy was one inch away was too much for my cock and me to handle.
Ashley bit down on her lower lip. She closed her eyes and rolled her head back. Her hands, instead of pulling me away, pushed me deeper into her skirt, past the hairs of her trimmed patch. She stopped pushing when my hand cupped her pussy.
"I thought you wanted me to stop," I muttered, stunned by the sudden turnaround.
She opened her eyes, her pupils glossed in a lusty haze. "It's too late. I'm already wet."
And she was right. Her pussy was incredibly wet, and it seemed to be getting wetter by the second.
My sister took her hands off me, allowing me the freedom to feel her up. I straightened against my seat and leaned closer to her until our shoulders touched. My middle and index finger traced her outer folds. Because her skirt was so light and fluffy, I could bend my fingers without being restrained by it. It felt amazing rubbing a pussy so moist and delicate while having a fabric so smooth and feathery on the back of my hand.
Ashley gazed forward, but I had no doubt she was paying more attention to what was happening beneath her skirt. I could hear a girl speaking, presumably answering a question the professor had asked. That was a good sign; it meant he wouldn't be looking our way for a raised hand.
Not that I could raise one, with my left hand stroking Ashley's pussy and my right stroking my erection through my pants. I wasn't trying to get off or anything, since I didn't want to make a mess of my clothes either, but it seemed like the natural thing to do. Plus it felt so damn good.
Though there wasn't much for me to see with my hand under my sister's skirt, I couldn't tear my eyes away from it. Maybe if I stared hard enough, I could see through the skirt to her pussy being molested by my fingers. Who's to say you had to be weak to kryptonite to have x-ray vision.
My deep concentration came to an abrupt end when I felt a second hand stroking my erection. I gazed at my crotch to see Ashley's right hand had joined the party.
"I don't like the feel of your pants," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I gulped. "What about them?"
"Take them off."
"What?" I yelped. I froze when I realized that hadn't came out quietly.
Someone in front of us made a jarring hushing sound. I looked up to see a female brunette glaring angrily at me.
"Sorry," I mouthed, trying to compose myself so she wouldn't think the girl next to me was jerking my cock.
The student slowly turned away.
Despite the danger of getting caught suddenly becoming a very real possibility, Ashley wasn't bothered by the interruption. She had already pulled down my zipper while I was apologizing, and was now unsnapping the top button.
"Play with me," Ashley said, her tone calmer but still a little shaky.
I resumed my rubbing of her wet pussy, but only for a short while. My hands came to a stop again when she reached into my boxers and wrapped her fingers around my cock.
"Oh shit. Take it out, sis."
"Play with me first."
I obediently flexed my fingers over her scorching mound. Ashley pulled my cock through my boxers in a single rough heave.
"I can't believe we're doing this," she whispered, tightening her grip on me.
"Oh fuck, I can't believe it either." I grazed her clit between my fingers, causing her to shudder.
My sister began stroking the length of my shaft, feeling every bulging vein. I was already on the verge of popping my load due to the craziness of what we were doing. We each had a hand on the other's sex, fast approaching our orgasms in the middle of a classroom, with twenty other students and a teacher going on with a lecture, all of them ignorant to our debauchery. My high school fantasies were kid's stuff compared to this.
"Move lower," Ashley exhaled, increasing her speed on my cock. I loosened my pinch on her clit and slid my index finger between her outer lips. She let out an inaudible gasp.
"Better?"
"Oooh... I meant your hips."
I wasn't sure what she meant by that, but when she pushed my cock so it pointed at the seat in front of me, I understood. My cock wasn't showing over the backrest, but it was close, and if that girl from earlier--or anyone, really--turned around, they might have been able to see it. I sunk down a little lower.
Ashley leaned into me, appearing taller since she was still sitting erect. I looked up at her and she looked down on me, both of us grinning. At the same time, we faced forward as to not draw any unwanted attention. My eyes, however, were gazing down at her hand, a blur on my cock. Precum secreted from the slit, and my sister was quick to rub her thumb over it and spread it over my shaft. Apparently she was staring at my crotch as well.
I dipped my middle finger into her pussy. She stopped stroking me for a moment to familiarize herself with the slick member pumping in and out of her. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her hand away from me. My eyes followed her hand as she brought it to her mouth. Not even attempting to be discreet, she stuck her tongue out and licked her entire palm. My eyes remained glued to her hand as she re-gripped my cock.
I felt dizzier with each passing second, and it wasn't because of the masterful handjob I was receiving, which only seemed to be getting faster and tighter. The hot lights of the classroom bore down on us. The professor continued his incessant droning. A constant prayer went through my mind that we wouldn't get caught. I could feel a bead of sweat ready to trickle down my forehead.
How could my sister stay so relaxed in a situation like this? Wasn't I having any effect on her? Besides breathing through her mouth, she showed no drastic sign she had a finger inside her pussy. No one could have guessed she was also jerking off the guy beside her.
All this thinking had me losing control over every nerve in my body. My legs went numb--thank god I was sitting down--and I slumped another inch in my seat. I carelessly slipped a second finger into her pussy. Ashley clamped her knees and contracted her muscles, squeezing my digits in her wet warmth.
"I'm close," I groaned.
"Cum for me."
"Sis..." With my incoming discharge, a thought that should have struck me earlier finally did. My eyes flickered back and forth. I didn't know what I was looking for exactly. Maybe a box of tissues someone had left behind, a napkin dispenser I hadn't notice earlier, a towel falling from the ceiling. I was desperate for anything I could cum into. "Where do I..."
My impatient friend cut my question short. It pulsed, just wanting to unleash its pent-up load. It could care less where my cum went; it just sought release.
Ashley was ready for my cock. With reflexes faster than a feline, her head dropped to my lap. My eyes practically bulged as I watched her hair covering the view of my shaft. I felt the first spurt shoot out, but her lips couldn't get on my cock in time. The second spurt shot out with equal strength. This time her moist lips were covering the sensitive head. As I emptied my load in my sister's mouth, her pussy gripped my fingers. Remembering this was a two-way commitment, I rammed my fingers into her, trying to get her off before I finished cumming.
It took three deep insertions to have Ashley moaning around my cock. Her entire body quivered as hot juices flowed out of her pussy, her ass rising off the cushion. She shifted her body to me and brought her head lower, swallowing more of my cock, swallowing all of my cum.
My balls were completely drained of every drop. Ashley kept sucking and I kept thrusting my fingers into her. She made cute, sexy mewing sounds, like a kitten lapping up her milk. I watched her head bobbing over my softening shaft, my free hand petting her. There would be no mistaking what was going on to anyone in front of us. Her bountiful hair made it impossible to deny she was crouched over me. But I didn't need to worry. No one was looking, including the teacher who was busy reading straight out of a textbook.
I pulled my hand out from my sister's skirt. It was drenched in a clear fluid. I brought it to my mouth and sucked my fingers clean. I rolled my head back in delight, savoring the incredible taste.
After spending a lifetime with my cock between her lips, Ashley raised herself from my lap, just enough for my limp member to flop onto my boxers. She pulled the right side of her hair behind her ear as she stared up at me, revealing a thick white streak on her cheek--the first spurt she couldn't get to in time.
"What is it?" she asked.
I stopped sucking on my fingers. "You have something on your face." I pointed at my right cheek to show her where.
My sister wiped a finger across the cream and shoved it toward her open mouth. As she had done the first night she jerked my cock, she welcomed the goo and gulped it down. "Mmm, that's good cum."
I hummed in agreement. "Yours is always so sweet."
Ashley sat back in her seat and tilted her head toward me. "That was so fucking wild. Are all college classes like this?"
I leaned closer till our foreheads touched. "Oh heck yeah. There's always a couple in the back going at it."
"In that case, I can't wait until I start," she giggled. Her laughter was contagious and I chuckled alongside her. She moved in for the kiss and I parted my lips, ignoring the likelihood I'd taste my own cum in her mouth.
An abrupt hissing sound tried to interrupt our public cuddling. I gazed through the corner of my eye to see the same brunette from earlier had turned around with an even angrier grimace.
Ashley, unaware of our voyeur, held my head firmly in her hands and pushed her lips against mine. The lingering flavor of her tongue was undeniable, yet also indescribable. It didn't taste anything like I thought it should have. It wasn't salty or bitter or sweet. It was just sort of... warm. She must have done a thorough job of swallowing all of my cum, or maybe it was being countered by the taste of her own juices.
When Ashley drifted away from me, I noticed the student's jaw had dropped. My sister eventually acknowledged our spectator. "How long has she been watching?"
The girl slowly turned around with her mouth open.
"She saw your head in my lap."
"What? Really? Oh gosh, let's get out of here."
I fumbled with my zipper. "We can't leave in the middle of class. That's disrespectful to the teacher."
Ashley pinched my forearm.
"Ow, all right, all right, let's go, let's go. I was just kidding by the way, about her seeing us."
"I know. But I really do want to get out of here."
I nodded as she grabbed my hand and led me through our row. I saw the teacher staring at us for a second before glancing at his wristwatch.
"Okay, class, remember you will have your first quiz this Thursday. I implore you all to study like Miss Roberts and come prepared. Class dismissed."


To Be Cont.............

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Stories:-


A Boy In Babeland - Cheerleader - A Back Rub For Julia - All About Simon - Big Girls Don't Cry - After School Job - Anjali’s Evening Out - House Party with my wife - My wife Bela - Yashodhara's Descent - Good Wife - Cooling Off - Beautiful Housewife Banged - A Remarkable Phase of My Life - A Different Party - A Hero's Welcome - KAMINA (In Hindi) - The Private Party - My Roommate Takes My Girlfriend - Madhu's Job - Oh….Ashley (Running)

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Oh….Ashley


Update-19


Ashley pinched my forearm.
"Ow, all right, all right, let's go, let's go. I was just kidding by the way, about her seeing us."
"I know. But I really do want to get out of here."
I nodded as she grabbed my hand and led me through our row. I saw the teacher staring at us for a second before glancing at his wristwatch.
"Okay, class, remember you will have your first quiz this Thursday. I implore you all to study like Miss Roberts and come prepared. Class dismissed."

Next:-

"Sis, are you sure you don't need to go to the restroom?"
"I'm fine, brother. Stop worrying. Thanks to your fingers, I didn't soak my skirt too badly," she sarcastically smirked.
"Okay, if you say so."
After leaving the amphitheater without causing any major trouble, Ashley and I resumed her tour of the campus. Instead of walking ahead of me as she had done earlier, she clung to my right arm, listening to my every word. I tried to sound as professional as I could, reciting what little I remembered from the open house two years earlier when I was still college-searching.
A half hour had passed when we approached a long, white building.
"And here we have the student center," I announced. "This is where I spend most of my time waiting for my next class."
Refreshingly cool air washed over us as we entered through the glass doors.
Ashley tugged on my arm. "Where's the restroom in here? I need to use it now."
"It's right around the corner of the gift shop there. You can't miss it."
"Okay, thanks. I'll be right back."
I watched my little angel float up a short flight of stairs, occasionally turning around to see if I was still smiling at her. I was, of course, until she receded around the corner to my disappointment.
Sighing to myself, I sat down in an empty chair at the edge of the food court. I flipped my cell phone open and counted the minutes she was gone. I shouldn't have been surprised at how long she was taking, but I had thought girls only took this long when they were with friends. Then again, I wasn't the one with dried cum on my thighs.
I was playing video poker when I heard a high-pitched voice yell out my name. "Brian, is that you?"
I looked up from my phone and spotted a pair of arms rising behind a bustling crowd. A pretty brunette emerged from the throng of people.
"Hey Rene," I shouted and waved. "How are you doing?"
The slim girl, dressed in flared jeans and an orange blouse, weaved through a dozen occupied chairs to me. She answered slightly out of breath, "Besides having to take extra classes to make up for my horrible humanity grades, I'm doing excellent. How about you? Why are you here?"
I stood up and pulled out an empty seat beside mine, then pushed it in as she sat down. "I'm here to see my counselor."
"You're meeting your counselor here? In the student center?"
I returned to my seat, crossing my right ankle over my left knee. "Earlier this morning, actually. I needed him to clear my holds. Now I'm just hanging out on campus for awhile."
"That's cool. Are you here with anyone?"
"Yes, he is."
My knee banged painfully against the table as I spun around. My sister stood behind me holding a plastic tray with food and drinks.
She laid it on the table and held her right hand out. "Hi, I'm Ashley."
"Hello, I'm Rene." She gave Ashley a long stare, inspecting her from head to toe. "You must be Brian's sister, right? He mentions your name all the time when we had class together."
"Really?" Ashley sat down with a hugely surprised look. "Why would he want to talk about his little sister?"
"From what I can tell, Brian really admires you. Not a single class goes by without him praising you in some way. At first, I thought he had a weird inferiority complex or something, but then I realized he just really cares about you. The way he glorifies you is very sweet. If he hadn't told me you were his sister, I would've thought you were his girlfriend. He even has a picture of you in his wallet."
"Aww, Big Brother, how come you never told me this before? That is so nice."
Oh man, oh man, oh man. My face must have been crimson red. "It's, um, it's just... I, err... I don't have a picture of Ashley in my wallet."
Both women started laughing their cute little butts off. Their amusement turned my face even redder, and I felt as if I was going to blow up from embarrassment. I probably even looked like it.
"I guessed on that part," Rene kidded. "I'm actually kind of shocked you don't."
"Wouldn't it be weird for me to have a picture of my sister in my wallet?"
"No way. If it's weird to carry pictures of your family, then I must be extremely weird 'cause I have pictures of everyone with me. You two should take one together. It's adorable how alike you guys look."
"You really think so? I always thought my brother's way more handsome than I am."
Rene was about to laugh again but stifled her glee when she looked at my face. "Wow, I can see why Brian is so in love with you. I wish my younger brothers would say stuff like that about me. They can be real brats sometimes, ya know? Some days I just wanna-"
A shrill ring-tone interrupted her rant. Rene opened her purse and pulled out one of those expensive multimedia phones.
"Gosh darn it, I wish I could stay longer but that ring means I have class in ten minutes. I hate being the first to leave a party." Rene pushed her chair back and got up. "It's nice meeting you, Ashley. Nice seeing you again, Brian. I hope we'll bump into each other some more next quarter."
"Yeah, I hope so too." I stood up with my hand out. "Have fun in class."
Rene stepped forward and brushed my hand aside, putting her arms around me. It was a brief, friendly hug, with no squeezing at all. I shouldn't have given it much thought, but with my sister three feet away, my brain went haywire.
Ashley went around the table and Rene hugged her, too. Unlike with me, Ashley hugged back. They embraced for a lot longer, as if they had been best friends for years. "Bye, Rene. Thank you so much for taking care of my Big Bro while he's here at school."
"No problem. If he and I end up with any classes together, I'll do my best to keep him in line." The girls separated, and with all three of us waving goodbye, Rene made her way out to her next class.
Once we were back in our seats, Ashley passed out the food and cups from her tray. "You've never mentioned a Rene to me."
I took a sip of my drink, which I gladly discovered was a cold Pepsi. "I must've forgotten. I didn't know I had to tell you about every person I meet in college."
"Not everyone. Just the cute girls. She seems really nice."
"She is nice. Very smart, too. We were assigned as partners during a computer science class last winter. If it weren't for Rene, I probably would've failed. Our professor was a pain in the ass, but she memorized every PowerPoint slide to the letter. It was nice being paired with a programming genius for once." I eyed the huge square sandwich in front of me. "Hey, you remembered my favorite."
"Yep, of course. A BLT with turkey and cheese."
"You didn't have to buy lunch. I could've gotten it for us."
"That's okay. I wanted to surprise you. I saw the sandwich place on the way to the bathroom and I figured I'd get us something to eat since it's almost noon." Ashley took a drink from her cup. It had a much different look and color than mine.
"Is that... coffee? Since when did you drink coffee?"
"It's a cappuccino. I'm going to be a college student in a couple of months so I figured I should start drinking like one. It's pretty good. You should try it sometime."
"No thanks. The lines in here can go on for miles during the regular quarters. I usually just grab a Pepsi from the vending machine."
"Figures you'll only drink soda. You've been drinking it since you were a baby."
"Mom always knew I preferred soda over milk."
Ashley took another sip from her cup. "So?"
I eyed my sister with my mouth full. "So..."
"Have you ever asked Rene out?"
How did I know that question was coming? It took a little longer than I had expected, but the bluntness was spot on. "No, I haven't. I'm not really interested her in that way. Even if I was, I don't think it'd work out between us."
"Why not?"
"For one, I have you. It's not like I need another girl in my life."
"Oh please. You can't possibly be telling me you knew we were going to be a couple way back then."
"No, I guess not. You got me there. Rene and I had a good thing going as partners and I guess I didn't want to risk ruining it. Why are you so gung-ho about me seeing someone else?"
"I don't want you to see anyone else. I'm just curious, that's all."
"About my love life? You don't have to worry about any other girl now that I'm yours."
"No, that's not it. I don't care about your ex-dates or crushes or whatever. I'm just trying to figure you out."
"Figure me out? Like what makes me tick?"
"Yeah. I want to know what motivates you to do the things you do. Why you think the way you think, say the stuff you say. There's no way you can be such a gentleman without some experience around the ladies."
"Hey, I wasn't born completely clueless about the opposite sex. Give me some more credit than that."
"Okay, Casanova, whatever you say." She chomped down on her sandwich.
With the end of my interrogation, I was able to enjoy the rest of my lunch admiring the girl I loved so dearly. To have her with me in such a familiar setting made me wish school really were in session. That way, my sister wouldn't only be with me at home. She'd also be with me on campus for a very large chunk of my day. As I imagined the possibilities of such an arrangement, I couldn't stop grinning for the rest of my lunch.
Ashley, not the kind of girl to let a full stomach slow her down, had me continue to tour almost immediately after we finished. We were nearing the end of the student center when she told me to stop.
"Where's that dance music coming from? Is there a special event going on? It sounds like a lot of people are cheering.""
"Nope, just the arcade." I pointed at the entrance across from us. "It's a pretty popular hangout spot. It's always packed whenever I go in there."
"Can we check it out?"
Refusing me a chance to respond, she grabbed my hand and dragged me behind her as she made her way to the game room. We turned around the corner of a dark hallway and were soon bombarded by flashing lights.
Despite it being summertime, the arcade was packed with students playing billiards, table tennis, and the latest and biggest game machines. People who came by for a quick way to unwind after class tend to drift toward the recreational games; people who sought something more challenging and fast-paced flocked to the arcade cabinets. But no matter which type of activity someone might have preferred, there was one game that always drew big crowds: Dance Dance Revolution.
I didn't have to wait for Ashley to speak to know what she wanted to do next. The moment she saw the metal dance pad, massive stereo speakers, and colorful screen of animated characters spinning on their heads, she just had to get in the middle of the crowd and show off her moves.
"No way. I can't believe this place has a D.D.R. machine. You have to come dance with me."
"Oh no I don't. I'm a mouse and keyboard kind of guy. I can't do this. I'm gonna be the laughingstock of the entire campus."
"Come on, you know that's not true. No one will care if you make a fool out of yourself. Just worry about having fun."
"I don't know.... How about you dance by yourself? I'll cheer for you from back here."
"It's not worth playing without a partner. Dance with me, please? Please, please, please with a cherry on top?"
"All right, all right," I caved, fishing a few dollar bills from my wallet. "Let me get some change."
"Yay, I love you so much. I'll save us a spot."
As I returned with a handful of quarters, Ashley, in the midst of the crowd, jumped up and down while waving her hands at me. A few people looked my way to see what she was so excited about.
"Can you get any more enthusiastic?" I asked, stepping beside her.
"We're the next ones up."
I watched the current players dancing along to a ridiculously fast house song. They were obviously regulars to the game and the main reason why there were so many people gathered around the machine. The song ended with much applause, and I worried Ashley and I wouldn't be able to match their performance.
Some of the spectators dispersed the instant we stepped onto the metal pad. That didn't seem to bother my sister and she went ahead with inserting the coins. As she scrolled through the track listing, she stomped on an arrow on her dance pad to increase the difficulty. I followed suit and increased mine.
She peeked at my side of the screen. "Tiger, do you know what you're doing?"
"Yep, I know what I'm doing."
"Shouldn't you play on an easier setting?"
"Nope. Just go ahead and start the song."
"All right, if you say so." Ashley pushed a bright yellow button on the game cabinet to start it.
For the next minute and a half, our feet moved in near-perfect sync to the arrows on the screen. Since it was the first of three songs, it took a few minutes for our legs to wake up from lunch, but by the time the music faded out we were each working on an impressive combo. The score displayed with my partner beating me by a tiny margin.
Ashley leaned back on the handrail behind her to take a breather. "Wow, you did really good for someone who was worried about being a laughed at."
"I like to keep a few tricks up my sleeves. Is it my turn to choose the song?"
She rolled up her jacket sleeves and nodded.
"Okay, this one should be pretty good." I pushed the button and started the next bass-pounding track.
Unbeknownst to Ashley, one of my friends was a huge fan of the game and had a home version of it. With no one beside him to laugh at my flailing, I decided to give it a serious try. A few days and blisters later, I was no longer the proud owner of two left feet. This was the perfect opportunity for me to show off what I had learned.
Much to Ashley's surprise, I beat her by a pretty hefty amount when the music ended. "You've been practicing that one a lot, haven't you?" she asked.
"Yeah, you can say that. Go ahead and pick the last song. Make sure it's a hard one. I'm barely breaking a sweat."
"Hmm, I think I can find a challenging one for you." Ashley scrolled through the track listing to one of the harder songs. She took off her jacket and slung it over the handrail, then stomped on her pad to kick up the difficulty one final notch.
"You got to be kidding me. Since when can you handle Maniac setting?"
"You're not the only one hiding a few tricks. Are you ready?"
Not wanting to be outdone, I reluctantly increased my difficulty. "Ready as I'll ever be."
"Good luck," she said, pressing the starting button.
The first set of beats flew up the screen, giving me no time to wish her good luck. I frantically moved my feet to the instructions, but the tempo sped up and I was quickly overwhelmed with flashing arrows and warning messages telling me I was on the verge of failing. I looked over at Ashley's side and was stunned to see her working on a combo going one hundred strong. I fell back onto my handrail and watched her feet blazing across the dance pad. Ashley fed off the cheering and shouting of the crowd behind us, using their energy to dance with even more precision. No one cared about my failure; my sister was putting on one heck of a show and everyone was loving it.
The song ended with thunderous applause. Though it wasn't the most difficult one, the style and finesse Ashley showcased was first-rate, and the crowd had grown larger than when we first entered.
"Looks like I win that round," she hollered over the commotion.
"Yeah, looks like it." With a smile, I draped my arm around her shoulder and escorted her off the pad.
"Hey, girl, wait a sec," someone called out. A burly guy in baggy clothes was standing where Ashley had danced. "My buddy is still jabbering on his phone so he won't be taking his turn this round. Want to take his spot? I'll pay for your game."
Ashley looked up at me.
"Go ahead," I told her. "I'll be sitting back here trying to catch my breath. Kick his butt for me."
"Sure thing." She kissed me on the cheek and headed back to the machine.
I folded her jacket and sat on a stool by the juice bar. The seat was high enough for me to see over the heads of the crowd. My sister turned and waved at me, but before I could wave back she spun around to the game.
Ashley's performance for our last song together was only a warm-up. The next three songs she played were faster and more intense. Her dancing peaked during the second song, but when the final one ended, I could tell fatigue had been affecting her rhythm. Ashley cut through the crowd toward me while receiving a last round of hurrahs.
There was a limp in her walk. "Ash, are you okay?" I hurried to her and offered my arm and shoulder.
She winced as I helped her climb up the stool. "If I knew I was going to play that game today, I would've have worn socks and shoes."
I kneeled down so I could un-strap her sandals and remove them. "Oh wow, your feet are bright pink. And it looks like you might even have a blister. Sit and chill for a bit. I'll order a drink for you."
Waving a bartender over, I asked for a fruit smoothie and a bag of ice.
"Bry, what time is it?"
"It's past twelve-thirty. What's up?"
"We should be heading home now. Nikky's going to be wondering what's taking us so long."
"I'm sure she can wait a little longer. I'm more worried about you."
"You don't mind letting her stay home alone now?"
"No, I still don't like the idea. But if she's at home and we're here, then let's take care of what we can before worrying about things one hour away."
Ashley frowned at my answer.
"Okay, okay, how about this. I'll call home and check up on her. If she answers and says everything is all right, we'll rest here until your feet are looking better. If she doesn't pick up the phone because our house blew up or something, then we'll head home."
As I dialed my phone, the bartender arrived with the smoothie and ice. I let the phone ring a few times but received no answer.
Ashley held the cold bag to her feet. "So, is Nikky answering?"
I hung up. "Nope. No answer."
"Oh no, I should've listened to you and stayed home. We have to hurry." Without waiting for me to put her sandals back on, she hopped down from her stool. Her feet landed hard on the ground and she immediately bounced up onto her seat again. "Ow, ow, I shouldn't have done that."
I bent my knees slightly with my back to her. "C'mon, I'll carry you."
"What? Are you sure? We're on the opposite side of the campus from where we parked. It's going to be a long walk."
"Let me worry about that. Come on, I can handle it. We have to hurry, right?"
"Brian... no, you can't. I'll walk it off. Just put my sandals back on. It won't be so bad."
We bickered for a bit before I folded to her demand. The conversation didn't end in terrible terms, but I didn't like the idea of my sister pointlessly enduring any pain. She made me help her into her sandals, and with each aching step she took I felt an even sharper pain. She tried her best to pretend it didn't bother her, but her steps were shorter than her spirited strides from earlier.
I led Ashley to a shaded bench along a two-lane street near the edge of the school.
"What are we doing here?" she asked, sitting down and stretching her feet out.
"Let's wait here for a minute. We'll be at our car before you know it."
I was off by only a few seconds when a bus in school colors pulled up to the bench. The bus served as a trolley, transporting people around the campus. Our parking lot section was one of its destinations.
"Hop on," I said, kneeling for my sister. "Please?" My sis gave me a small smile and leaned onto back, wrapping her arms around my neck. I was surrounded by the scent of vanilla from her hair and strawberries from her smoothie. Her sweat did little to spoil the fragrance. I mustered my strength and carried her onto the bus.
Boy, were we surprised when we heard our names being called out.
"Brian, Ashley, come sit with me," Rene shouted from the back.
"Hey Rene, talk about a coincidence," I said as I approached her row.
Ashley hopped down and slid into the seat behind her. "Are you heading home, too?"
Rene turned around and replied, "Yeah, class ended a little early. I'm hoping to beat the traffic." She watched me scoot next to Ashley. "That's nice of you to carry your sister."
Before I could brush it off as nothing, Ashley circled her arms around me and pressed her cheek against mine. "Brian is such an awesome brother. He's always watching out for me and doing stuff like that. I love him sooo much for it." She peppered the side of my face with smooches.
The way Ashley said it was buoyant and exaggerated, and even though it was probably all true to Rene, she found it very comical and started laughing with my sister. The light-hearted banter continued until the bus pulled up to our stop a couple of minutes later.
"Well, this is where we get off," I told Rene.
"No way, I get off here, too," she exclaimed.
The three of us chatted some more as we left the bus and headed to our cars, with most of it done by the girls as they exchanged embarrassing stories about me. I never realized how much attention Rene paid to me since she recalled a ton of humorous events I didn't think were such a big deal at the time. Ashley had even more stories to tell, mostly from my elementary school years.


To Be Cont..........

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Oh….Ashley

Update-20


I noticed my sister's strides were back to normal, so either her feet were feeling better or she was so amused with Rene's stories that she had forgotten about the pain. It took a load off my mind, even if I did want to shrivel up and hide far, far away.
"Bye again, Rene. I'm so happy knowing my brother has a good friend like you to hang out with."
For once, someone other than me blushed. "Toodles, Ashley, toodles, Brian. And Bry, that's a really good look for you. You should wear stuff like that more often." Rene waved us off, leaving my sister and I by my car.
I sat down in the passenger seat. "Are you sure you want to drive? Maybe I should take over."
My sister started up the engine and began the ride home. "No offense, but I've seen you drive when you're distracted and it is not pretty."
"There's a very good reason why that happens," I said, remembering yesterday afternoon and the evening from Saturday when I had multiple close-call accidents from her teasing. "What makes you say I'm distracted right now anyway?"
"You have Rene and me on your mind."
"I do not," I retorted.
"You do now."
Both of their pretty faces appeared in my mind. "Hey, that's not fair. You just mentioned it so of course I'm thinking about you two now."
Ashley laughed at her little victory. "Well, it's too late to switch drivers now. We're already on the freeway."
Grumbling to myself, I lowered my backrest and closed my eyes to shield against the bright sunlight. I fell asleep to my sister singing along with the stereo.
* * *
"Bry... Brian. Wake up, sleepyhead." Ashley was leaning over me when I peeled my eyes open.
I sprung up from my seat. "Oh shit, I didn't mean to sleep while you were driving. Are we lost or something?" I gazed out the windows.
"We're home," she announced.
The recognizable setting of our neighborhood was all around us. The car was safely parked by the sidewalk in front of our house. "I can't believe you managed to drive home without my help."
Ashley tapped her noggin. "It's not empty in here. I can handle simple instructions. Now c'mon, we need to see if Nicole is all right." She unbuckled her belt and bolted out the car.
She rushed ahead of me to the front door. Poking her head in, she shouted, "Nikky, we're home. Is everything okay?" She leaned in further, balancing herself on one foot. "Oh no. Look at this."
"What happened? Kitchen on fire?"
"No, nothing like that. Just come here and look at her."
I peeked over Ashley's shoulder into the living room. "Wow. At least she's okay. That kid knows how to have a good time."
Our adorable, mischievous Nicole was sleeping on the couch in front of the room's big-screen TV. Pop music blared from the speakers; junk food wrappers were scattered across the table; peanut butter, jelly, and god knows what else stained her pajamas.
Ashley held my hand and pulled me into the house with her. "I can't blame her for going overboard while we were gone. I probably would've done the same thing."
"I'd say we went a little overboard yesterday. Although I don't think we made a mess this big."
"We better wake her up and clean this place before mom and dad get home. They'll freak if they see the living room like this." Ashley folded a bag of potato chips, but the bottom was torn and the chips fell right through. "Jeez, Nikky's going to get an earful from me. She even spilled juice on the rug. Bry, I'm going to take her to her room. Can you get the stain out before it settles?"
"How about I carry Nikky to her room? I don't know how to clean this stuff."
Her voice began to fade into the hallway as she carried our younger sibling. "It's not that hard. Just soak a washcloth in some water and vinegar. The vinegar's next to the baking soda."
That would have been no problem if I knew where the baking soda was. I started my search in the kitchen with the cabinet closest to me. It seemed Lady Luck was on my side when I found a glass bottle of vinegar in the very first one. It wasn't next to the baking soda, but I simply figured Ash had made a mistake or someone else had moved it.
After soaking a washcloth in water and vinegar, I returned to the living room to wipe away the troublesome stain. Ashley came in soon after.
"Ugh, what's that smell?" she asked.
"It's from the cleaning mixture you told me to make. I'm rubbing this stain out with hot water and vinegar like you told me to."
"What kind of vinegar did you use? It shouldn't smell this strong. Don't tell me you used the malt vinegar."
I held up the bottle to check. "Um... yeah, I did."
Ashley got her knees beside me and took the cloth out of my hand. "You're supposed to use the white vinegar. The malt has this awful stench. And you're supposed to use cold water, not hot. Hot water just sets the stain in deeper."
"I-I didn't know that. I'll go back to the kitchen and get the right stuff."
"No, don't. Forget about it." She stood up and went ahead of me. "I'll take care of things. Go ahead and get some rest. You've had a tiring day."
"I should fix this. It's my fault. Just tell me what to-"
"Don't worry, it's not that bad. I can handle this. Just go."
Just go.
Those two words played in loops until they were madness in my head. Although Ashley's voice was soft and filled with anything but spite, her words hit me graver than a bullet to the heart. I couldn't believe I screwed up. I made plenty of dumb mistakes before, but never ones that troubled my sister. I didn't know if she was trying to make me feel better by saying it wasn't that bad or if it was a thousand times worse than she led on. What started as a fun-filled morning together turned into a harrowing afternoon.
Laying on my bed and staring at the ceiling, I assured myself it was only a stain. A small stain on an ugly rug that didn't even blend with the rest of our house. But that wasn't all that bothered me. I actually didn't know what was. I felt like crap for making Ashley do extra work, but she has always been forgiving. This incident would be erased from her memory before the day came to an end--eighteen years under the same roof had taught me that--but for some reason I couldn't convince myself.
I lost track of the minutes when I heard a knock on my door.
"Is it okay if I come in?"
I sat up immediately. Ashley was leaning on the doorframe with her right hand above her head and her left on her hip. She had changed out of her skirt into a tiny pair of white cotton shorts and knee high socks. Her hair was tidied into a long ponytail.
"You're more than welcome to come in."
My sister's warm presence overtook my uneasiness as she sat beside me. "Brother, are you are mad at me? I didn't mean to make you feel like you messed up."
"Me, mad at you?" Not in those shorts I couldn't have been. "I thought you might be mad at me. I'm really sorry for the screw up. I should have known it wasn't the right stuff when I didn't see the baking soda next to it. Next time I'll do exactly as you say."
Ashley cracked a smile. "Well, I should've listened to you when you said you didn't know how to clean. Seems even my big brother needs help sometimes. Let's just forget about it, okay? The living room is all cleaned up now. Mom and dad won't suspect a thing."
"Yeah, okay, I can do that." Trying to change the subject, I asked, "Did you get a chance to talk to Nikky? You were gone for a long time while I was busying screwing up."
"Bry, you just agreed to forget about it. Don't beat yourself over the head with this."
I stared at my feet for a moment, and then over to my sister's smooth legs. "Okay, let me try that again. Did you get a chance to talk to Nikky?"
"Yeah, she woke up on the way to her room. I gave her the 'we are very disappointed in you' talk--you know, the one mom and dad used to tell us--and she and I came to an agreement for her punishment."
"Punishment? I hope you weren't too hard on her. I don't want her to be mad at us for the entire day at Six Flags tomorrow."
"Nah, she won't be. She's just grounded in her room for the rest of the day. She still has her phone and TV, so I'm sure it won't be too bad."
"Nikky really looks up to you, though. If I had told her she was grounded, she'd hate me until she graduated from with high school."
"No she won't. She really looks up to you, too. It's just harder for her to show it because you're a guy."
"You've never had that problem with me."
"That's because I've also had a crush on you. I couldn't be shy around you the way Nikky is. How else was I supposed to catch your eye if I didn't make a move?"
"For one, you could've worn more shorts like that. That's definitely an eye-catcher."
"Yeah? You like this?" Ashley leaned to her side and propped herself on one elbow. With her round butt facing me, she bent her knees toward her chest, causing her shorts to tighten around her curvy cheeks
"Nikky is grounded in her room, right?"
She lowered a hand to caress her round buttocks. "You have something in mind?"
"Not really. But we can make things up as we go."
A dazzling smile stole my attention from her legs. "I knew these shorts would cheer you up."
I crawled behind my sister and lay on my side. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pulled her to me so her back was against my chest. I whispered into her ear. "Is it okay if I just hold you like this?"
Ashley held my hand and wrapped my arm tighter around her. "Only if you do it right." She let go of my hand but I kept her firmly against me. "Much better."
I wish I can said we engaged in hot, steamy sex right then and there, but I'd be lying through my teeth if I did. Despite my half-erect member nudging the crack of her butt, and her persistent cooing as I kissed her neck, we just cuddled in my bed. Half an hour had passed when my sis suggested we take our cuddling to the living room to watch a movie. I agreed and used the recess to change into more casual clothes, as well as adjust the rod in my shorts. We were halfway through the movie when the phone rang.
Ashley got up from my arms and sauntered into kitchen. "Hello, this is Ashley speaking. Oh, hi mom. Is everything okay? Uh-huh, okay. Really? That's great news. Okay, I'll tell Brian and Nicole. Tell her we say congratulations. Bye, love you. Kiss daddy for me, too."
I heard her hang up the phone. She came to the couch and leaned over the backrest, her face suspended above mine.
"What happened? Why'd mom call?"
"Aunt Carrie just gave birth to our newest cousin, Andrea. Mom and dad are heading to St. Jane's Hospital to congratulate her and Uncle Brent."
"Wow, that's great news. All Aunt Carrie could talk about during the past nine months was how her baby's going to become the first lawyer on the moon. Want me to take you to the hospital so you can meet her?"
"Not really. I just want to stay home. We can see her when they have the baby shower."
"Yeah, I'm not really in the mood to go out either. Did mom say anything about dinner?"
"She and dad won't be coming home to eat with us. They're staying at the hospital to take pictures and give parental advice because they're such great parents for raising us. We'll have to feed ourselves tonight."
"Oh. Guess that means I'll have to go out and buy us some food. What are you hungry for? Tacos? Burgers?"
"I want to cook."
"You? Cook?"
"Why did you have to say it like that?"
"Sorry, didn't mean to. It's just that buying food would be so much faster and easier, don't you think?"
"Maybe, but it won't nearly be as satisfying as a home-cooked meal. Go ahead and watch TV in your room or play on your computer. I'll make us something special. When it's ready, I'll call for you."
"I don't know about this."
Ashley climbed over the backrest and landed on my stomach. "Awww, please let me cook this one time? I promise if you hate my cooking, I'll never beg to cook for you again."
"Sis..."
I should have been ecstatic with the thought of my girlfriend making dinner for me. No guy in his right mind wouldn't have appreciated an offer like that. So why was I feeling worried instead? I mean, besides the fact she had never cooked an entire meal by herself before, it should have been my job to put food on the table--not that I knew how to cook either. It had always been my responsibility to take care of my sisters. It didn't feel right for Ashley to have to do something for me.
I was about to protest when she placed a finger on my lips. My eyes riveted to her hazel orbs. I stared into them, realizing there was no way she was going to accept no for an answer. I was better off agreeing with her to save us both the trouble.
I pulled her finger away. "All right, if you say so. But let me know if you need help."
"You worry too much about me. I can handle cooking dinner for one night. Just prepare yourself for a nice, yummy surprise."


To Be Cont.....

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Stories:-


A Boy In Babeland - Cheerleader - A Back Rub For Julia - All About Simon - Big Girls Don't Cry - After School Job - Anjali’s Evening Out - House Party with my wife - My wife Bela - Yashodhara's Descent - Good Wife - Cooling Off - Beautiful Housewife Banged - A Remarkable Phase of My Life - A Different Party - A Hero's Welcome - KAMINA (In Hindi) - The Private Party - My Roommate Takes My Girlfriend - Madhu's Job - Doctoring Brother - Oh….Ashley (Running)

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Oh….Ashley

Update-21

"Ta-da! What do you think?"
"Wow, this looks fantastic. I'm almost afraid to eat it."
Over an hour had passed since I departed from the couch when Ashley, adorning a huge smile, barged into my room and told me dinner was ready. She grabbed my hand and practically ran to the dining room with me trailing behind.
The sight of our transformed wooden table astounded me. It was draped in a pristine white cloth with a silver candlestick holding three flames in the middle. The chandelier above it was dimmed very low, making what was normally a large dining room feel private and secluded. At the head of the table and the seat to the right of it were two plates of food.
Ashley pushed me by the shoulders across the room. "Food is for eating, not staring. Come, sit down."
I stumbled into the head chair. "What about Nikky? Shouldn't she be eating dinner with us?"
"I made her macaroni and cheese. She's eating in her room right now."
"You prepared mac and cheese on top of all this in an hour? That's incredible."
She sat beside me in front of the other plate. "Not really. I gave her the five-minute microwave stuff."
"I feel weird sitting in dad's chair. Won't he get mad?"
"We'll keep it a secret between us. Tonight, you're man of the house."
"Candlelight makes for a nice touch."
"It saves on the electric bill. Looks pretty, too."
"Yeah, it really brings out your eyes."
"Thank you, but I think it does a better job of bring out your rugged-good looks."
"You tease too much."
"Take a bite of the chicken. It's going to get cold."
I could see the steam rising from my food. Now that I was able to take a closer look at it, the meal really did look too good to eat. My plate had two large boneless chicken breasts covered in scalloped potatoes and cheese, with broccoli and sliced cucumbers and carrots on the side. By no means was I a connoisseur of fine foods, but from what I was used to when it came to home-cooked meals, this was incredibly extravagant for a Tuesday night.
Ashley watched me cut into the chicken. It was very tender and my knife went through it like, well, a hot knife through butter. I raised my fork to my mouth and took a bite.
Ashley gently nipped her lower lip, holding her breath. Her jaw shifted as if she were the one with a mouth full of chicken. I stared into her flickering eyes, sensing her anticipation, her nervousness. Would I enjoy it and love her forevermore? Or would I spit it out in disgust and never want her to cook for me again?
Swallowing, I smiled and proudly stated, "This is absolutely delicious. The best chicken I have ever had."
Her shoulders fell an inch as she let out her breath. "You're just saying that because you're supposed to."
Chuckling, I told her, "No, not at all. I mean it. This is really, really delicious. Where'd you learn to cook? You never showed much interest in culinary arts before."
"I read some recipes online. It's not as hard as you think to put chicken on a pan and bake it for twenty minutes."
"Maybe, but knowing me I won't even know how to turn the stovetop on."
"Oven. You bake with the oven."
"See, you just proved my point. I won't even know where to put the chicken."
My sister picked up her utensils and finally began eating. "I've been thinking."
"About what?"
"Our date," she coolly replied.
My heart skipped a beat.
"Have you been thinking about it?" she asked.
"I have," I lied.
"So... tell me about it."
"How can I tell you about it if we haven't gone on it yet?"
"You're so silly. I mean our plans, like where will it be."
"Oh. I, um, want it to be a surprise."
"As much as I love surprises, can you at least tell me the day so I'll know when to dress up?"
"Oh, right. Are you free next Friday? At six? I know you're going out with your friends this Friday to the movies."
"I'm free for next Friday. But if you want to ask me out for this week, I'll cancel my plans. The girls will understand."
"No, don't," I quickly responded. "I mean, I don't want to get in the way of you and your friends. Just because I can't see mine doesn't me you shouldn't be able to see yours."
Ashley eyed me curiously. "Well?"
"'Well' what?"
"What should I wear? Jeans and a tee shirt? Stockings and a dress? Nothing at all?"
I choked a little on my food. "Um, something fancy. A dress would be perfect."
"Cool, so we're going somewhere fancy. Can you afford fancy?"
"I might be a bum, but I'm not a poor bum. There's nothing to fret over. I'll let you in on the details as the day approaches."
"Gosh, I'm so excited. I can't wait to see what you have planned for me. I know you won't disappoint me."
My heart skipped another beat. I couldn't wait to see what I have planned either.
Was this the reason why I could never keep a girlfriend? Because I always waited until the last minute for these things? It wasn't that I had forgotten or didn't care about our date. It's just that Ashley had been keeping me so preoccupied with our regular activities that I hadn't been able to set aside any time to figure out what I wanted to do. And even if I did know, I hadn't had any time to put my plan in motion.
"Brother, are you okay? You're kind of quiet all of a sudden."
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
"Are you thirsty?"
I hadn't noticed it earlier, since I only glanced at Ashley between bites, but near the candlestick was a wine glass filled with a dark beverage. She had already drunk from her own glass so I carefully reached for the extra one. Raising it to my lips for a sample, I recognized the flavor immediately.
"Pepsi tastes better from a wine glass, doesn't it?" my sister asked, also taking a drink from hers.
"Mm-hmm. I thought you might've filled it with wine now that you drink coffee and have such sophisticated tastes."
"There's nothing wrong with going back to yesterday when I still loved drinking this stuff."
"Cheers to that." I held my glass toward her and she clinked hers with mine.
Having only each other as company, we relished the exquisite meal until the candles nearly melted away.
"I can't believe you're not eating all your vegetables," Ashley quipped. "You're not getting any dessert until your plate is spotless."
"Aww, come on. I'm not a big fan of cucumbers. Look, I ate everything else. Shouldn't I leave some room for dessert anyway?
She crossed her arms across her chest and pretended to make a really difficult decision. "Okay, I'll let you get away with it this time. But this time only. You're so cute when you pout like that."
I stared into the kitchen for anything that could have resembled dessert. With our candles fading and the chandelier barely any brighter, I couldn't make anything out. "So where's dessert?"
"In my room."
My ears perked.
She added, "It's a special kind of dessert. The freshest you'll ever have."
It was easy for me to see where this was heading. "Before we go, shouldn't we put away the dishes?" I asked.
"Nicole will clean it up. When I delivered her dinner, she told me she wanted to make up for the mess she caused." Ashley hopped out of her chair and pulled me to my feet. "Come with me. Mom and dad didn't say when they were getting home and I don't want to leave any leftovers because you couldn't eat all of your dessert in time."
After blowing each candle out one by one, she led me to her room, her butt and ponytail swaying with each step.
"One sec. Let me check up on Nikky." Ashley walked a little further down the hall to Nicole's room. She opened the door and the girls shared a brief exchange of words, none of which I could make out over Nikky's stereo. She then closed the door and returned to my side.
"Ready, Tiger?"
I sprawled onto Ashley's bed. "Are you sure it's okay to be doing something with her around?"
Locking the door and untying her ponytail, she assured, "We've fooled around while mom and dad were home."
"Yeah, but we've done it late at night those times. Right now it's only eight."
"I made it clear with Nikky if she wants to get on my good side, she'll have to behave for the rest of the night. That means doing the dishes and going to bed not a second past nine. Trust me, she won't be bothering us."
"Nine's kind of early even for her. Between that, the grounding, and the dishes, I don't think mom and dad will approve of the punishment."
"Well, they aren't here, so until they come home to take care of things, we're Nicole's new mommy and daddy."
"I kind of like the sound of that." The sentiment reminded me of the times Ashley had persuaded me to play house with her, despite my ardent protests. She would round up her dolls and my action figures and have them sit around a plastic table for a cup of invisible tea. A dozen years later, Ashley and I were playing house again, this time with a real house and kid to watch over. "Sis, I know you'll make a great mom one of these days."
"Yeah, you really think so? It's not as easy as I make it look. How does that saying go," she wondered, crawling on top of me. "'Behind every great woman is a great man?' I'll need a strong supportive daddy and I can't think of anyone who'll make a better one than you."
I believed the saying went the other way around, but I had no intention of spoiling the mood. Especially since she just revealed who she wanted me to be: her children's father. "I'm not sure if I'm ready to be a real dad. Making babies is a pretty big step for two teenagers."
Ashley giggled. "I'm not saying we should start working on it right away. It's just, if I'm going to spend the rest of my life with someone and raise a family, I want that man to be you. I need you, Brian."
There was something inspiring about that last line. "Say that again."
"Huh? What?" She sat up on my stomach, her eyebrows curling. Her mouth opened to speak, but she stopped herself as if making sure she was about to say the right thing. "'I need you?' This isn't some sort of power-play, is it?"
It was difficult to smile at her joke when she sounded so serious. "No, of course not. I just like hearing that."
"I... need you. I need you, brother." Her face came closer. "Like that? Why do you want me to say it?"
"I don't... I don't know." My weak reply faltered in light of her soft eyes.
Why the heck was I being so timid? Ashley had always been able to pour out her feelings to me; there was no reason why I couldn't have done the same with her. In her eyes was a genuine concern, a desire to make everything right. As I stared into them I developed a similar desire to just tell her.
"No, I do know why. This is going to sound really lame and all but-"
"Bry, don't talk like that. I won't think it's lame. Please tell me."
Taking a deep breath, I lifted Ashley off me and laid her down on her side so we could face each other.
"All throughout today, I can't help but get the feeling you're growing up without me, that you're maturing faster than I am. I've been following your footsteps from the moment I woke up this morning and it's confusing me so much. The way you're taking care of Nicole and the house, the way you treated me to lunch and cooked dinner, the way you drove my car without my help. It's like, why am I even here if you can do everything I can do and so much more? Even for something as pointless as that dancing game you were one step ahead of me. And the way you answered that question from the professor, completely out of the blue. It's like you're already set for college. What else can you do that I don't know about? What other talents are you keeping secret? The things I've done for you, were they even necessary? There's a big part of me that wants you to stay the same little sister I've watched over for all these years. Knowing that you're able to take care of yourself is... scaring me."
"I don't understand. Don't you want me to be able to take care of myself?"
"I do. It's great that you're so strong and independent. But at the same time, I sort of don't want you to be. Once you start doing things for yourself, you won't need me anymore."
"You need me... to need you?"
"Y-yeah... I do. It's like I have a purpose in life now, to do everything I can to make you happy. And seeing you happy makes me happy. My world revolves around you, Ash. I won't be able to survive if you leave me behind. I won't know what to do, where to go, who the hell I am anymore. Mom and dad make it sound so easy: go to school, get a job, make lots of money and die happy. But none of that means anything if you're not going to be by my side."
"Whoa, slow down, Tiger. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. Just slow down." Ashley put her arms around me and cradled my head to her neck.
Her ardor was the perfect remedy for my concerns. Holding her snugly, indulging in her compassion, I listened to her continue. "I want to be by your side, and I want you to be by mine. I want us to share our future together and I'll do all I can to make sure it happens. There are going to be times that no matter how strong I grow up to be, I will always need you. No one but you can hold me this gently, make me feel this warm and loved. Let's take things one day at a time, one kiss at a time."
Ashley held my chin up and I graciously accepted her lips. "Bry, you're always saying I deserve all the kind things you've done for me. Isn't it time someone does the same for you? Don't you think you deserve someone like that? Let me be that someone. Let me treat you special every once in awhile. I know you feel good and all when you do something nice for me, but guess what? I feel the same way when I do something nice for you. This isn't a one-way relationship. I adore all the attention you've given me, but it's okay to let me return the favor, because at the end of the night--and I truly mean it when I say this--I need, need, need you."
I squeezed my sister tighter with each echo of that word. "And I need you."
There was a long, comforting silence. Just being together, hugging and holding her, feeling her heart beat, made her arms the safest place in the world. There was nowhere else I would rather be than under her doting protection.
Ashley kissed my forehead. "This is what makes you tick, isn't it?"
"I... I guess it is. God, I hope that doesn't sound awful."
"No, it doesn't. I think it's very sweet. You need my love and I need your love. We have what we need from each other. It's perfect."
"When you put it that way, I have to agree with you."
"Do you feel better?"
"Yeah, much better. Thanks, sis. You mean everything to me."
As I cuddled in her arms, the last remnants of my worries strayed away. There was nothing more she needed to say to me. I understood now it was okay to let her blossom into the smart, young woman she was destined to be. Her maturity was years ahead of mine, no doubt about it, but she would never leave me behind. Whatever she decided, I would be right there to support her.
"Tiger?"
"Yes?"
"Would you like your dessert now?"
I loved how she always had a way to liven up the mood. "Sure. I'd love to see what you have prepared for me."
Ashley sat up with a wide smile. "It's not actually prepared yet. You'll need to help me with it." Scooting to the edge of the bed, she peered over as if she was searching for something. I waited for her to bounce up and turn around to me. She held a blue and white spray can in one hand and a dark brown bottle in the other.
"Whipped cream and chocolate syrup?"
"Mom bought them at the market on Sunday, remember?"
Of course I did. I almost came in front of our mother while Ashley was giving me a footjob and telling her what to buy. "Yeah, I remember. Can you hand me the whipped cream?"
She passed the can to me and I shook it thoroughly. Holding the nozzle above my mouth, I pressed the knob and fired the fluffy cream onto my tongue.
Ashley quickly pulled it out of my hand. "You goof, that's not what it's for."
With my mouth full, I muffled, "I'm not supposed to eat it?"
"You are, but not like that. Whipped cream tastes better when it's topping something off. Like this."
Ashley grabbed the bottom of her shirt and rolled it up her belly. The tight fabric stopped just beneath her breasts, as if it had gotten caught on an invisible hook. She pulled at it again but didn't fare much better the second time. She huffed and puffed.
"Do you need help?" I crawled on my knees to her and placed my hands on her waist, feeling small shivers rippling through her. "I've seen you in your bra a bunch of times. There's nothing to be nervous about."
Ashley looked at me with her jittery chestnut eyes. "I have good reason to be."
I pinched the edge of her shirt and gave her my most winning smile. "Can I?"
She nodded and rested her hands on my shoulders. I tugged at the tee and rolled it inch by inch up her marvelous figure, her peach-colored skin remaining flawless throughout. Approaching her sternum, my thumbs bumped into her breasts. I gently pulled the shirt away, gazing at the bottom curves of her breasts protruding from the hem. They were as peachy as the rest of her body.
"Holy... wow." I stopped for a moment. Could she really be...?
Ashley smiled as I rubbed my thumbs under the edge of her shirt, feeling nothing but silky smooth perfection. My thumbs, with barely any room beneath her taut shirt, rubbed higher, still feeling nothing but her slenderness.
My sister's breathing hastened. Her lovely breasts expanded and contracted in my hand.
I tried lifting her shirt higher, but the fabric seemed to have gotten stuck again in my shaky fingers. How the heck did she put it on the first place?
She took her hands off my shoulders and held her arms up into the air. "Go for it," she whispered.
My mouth became dry and impossible to speak with. I merely shook my head as I wiped away the bead of sweat from my forehead. I re-hooked the tight hem, and with a swift and mighty gesture I pulled her shirt over her chest and head.
"Holy fuck," I muttered. The two most supple and beautiful breasts poised proudly on her delicate frame. Capping each mound was a pink nipple, standing at full attention. My eyes were instantly drawn to the slightly lighter circles surrounding each one.
Good god, she was actually braless. This must have been why she was nervous. And good god, was that silly thing to have been nervous about. Ashley possessed the most magnificent breasts I had ever seen. The digital boobs on my computer couldn't compare to the real-deals on my sister. They weren't excessively large or moderately small; they just matched her figure perfectly. The inside curve of each breast gradually sloped from her shallow cleavage to her nipples. It was subtle, and I almost couldn't tell they even sloped outward. But follow the curves to the bottom of each round breast and I could see them overhanging from her chest. Though her breasts could have been considered petite, because she was so slender, the outer curves of each jutted from the side of her chest, so if I were to stare at her from behind, I could have seen them swelling out. Her areolas, an inch in diameter, were so lightly colored, they almost blended in with her healthy skin tone.
I was so mesmerized with the sighting of my first pair of bare boobs that I didn't realize we both still had our arms up in the air. Ashley lowered hers first and slid the shirt off her elbows. Tossing it aside, she said, "You can put your hands down."
I almost couldn't hear her. All I could think about was how much I wanted to feel her tits, to touch them, taste them, idolize them, treat them with the care and devotion they demanded from me.
My hands dropped to her shoulders. Without any bra straps to tarnish her skin, they were as smooth as the rest of body. My fingers roamed down to her forearms. She felt so warm, nearly to the point of burning.
Ashley caught my wrists as I approached her elbows. "Aren't you hot with your shirt on?" she asked.
"Yes." My voice came out thick and hoarse, like I was choking on that one word.
My hands returned to her shoulders. Ashley grabbed the bottom of my shirt and rolled it up as I had done to her. My shirt was nowhere near as tight as her tiny top, but my perspiration made it stick to my skin. She slipped her hands under my shirt and fluffed it loose. I gulped on what little moisture there was in my mouth. Her eyes shot to mine. Licking her lips, she pulled my shirt up again. I raised my arms, and when my shirt went above my neck and covered my face, she stopped.
I couldn't see what was going on so I had to finish taking off my shirt by sliding my arms through it. We stared at one another, not in the eyes as we had normally done, but at our nakedness. For the first time since we were toddlers, we were topless in front of each other.
My hands came down from her shoulders to massage her arms. She mirrored my caress by holding onto my biceps and stroking my muscles. The need to touch each other consumed us. Together we asked, "Can I?"
And again in unison, we answered, "Yes."
Ashley smiled and giggled; I just blushed. Our hands were in sync as they touched each other's chest at the same instant. We gasped at the raw contact of someone else's hands on our bodies.
My fingers were like feathers on her breasts. She felt so soft and fragile, I was afraid of harming her if I got the least bit aggressive. I traced my fingertips in circles around the swells, admiring the smoothness. "You're so beautiful."
Ashley didn't react to my compliment, though I could see in her eyes she wasn't indifferent to it. She was simply preoccupied with my equally smooth body. What I may have lacked in sculptured muscles was made up with a hairless chest and clear skin. Her hands skimmed my entire pectoral area and down to my ribcage. The pressure she applied was very faint, much like the pressure I was applying to her breasts. Her fingers went down and around my ribs, hitting my ticklish spot, but I was too absorbed in our sensuality to break a smirk.
Our hands roamed, mapping the curves and shapes of our partner's figure. My fingers traipsed over her navel; my thumbs rubbed around her tits; my index fingers skimmed the valley between them. The more I caressed my sister, the more I trembled at the prospect of touching her nipples.
They stood out so invitingly. I wanted to touch the perky nubs but was afraid of getting too close. I had no qualms about touching her clit and pussy, yet I was terrified of touching her nipples. How would she react? Would she even want me to touch them? How sensitive were they? Could I hurt her if I was too rough? I played with the creamy flesh around her areolas as I awaited permission.
"They're getting cold," Ashley said quietly.
A shiver went through my spine. It was like she had just read my mind.
Ashley stopped moving her hands over my body. I moved mine to the peaks of her tits. Her nipples pricked my palms as I closed my hands around them. The overwhelming warmth and tenderness had my head reeling. I could have died from the bliss of having my sister in my grasp.
Ashley let out a feeble moan and mumbled indistinctly. Her hands went to her breasts and she pushed my palms into her, stabbing me with her erect nipples.
"Touch them. Please keep going."
I nodded and took a strained breath. As Ashley loosened her grip around my hands, I moved my palms away, closing my fingers toward the center of each breast. My thumbs and middle fingers seized the hard nipples.
Ashley gasped sharply. She grabbed onto my wrists again and shuddered, craning her neck back. The reaction startled me. I panicked and accidentally pinched her nipples. She gasped again, now craning her head forward. I immediately opened my fingers, but with my hands held in place I couldn't move them back. Her body trembled once more, and in one last act of frailty she leaned into me, plummeting us onto my back.
Our arms fell to our sides as her breasts smothered my chest and our cheeks pressed together. She whispered into my ear. "Oh my god. I think I..."
"Did you..."
"I did."
I couldn't believe it. Ashley had a climax just from having her nipples touched. I held them for no longer than five seconds, yet that was all it took to have her cumming.
The female body is a wonderful thing.
I wrapped my arms behind my sister and stroked her lower back, allowing her the time she needed to recover. With the exquisite feeling of her naked breasts against me, I was willing to wait forever.
With a weak breath, Ashley lifted her flushed face above me. She tried forming a smile but could only drop her lips to mine. Our tongues waltzed and flickered in a vivid dance.
Ashley rolled onto her back and dragged me on top of her, our mouths inseparable. I caressed her slender sides, her taut tummy, her bubbly butt, and everywhere I could reach. Her legs circled my thighs as she clung to me. We groped at each other, leaving pink handprints on every part we touched.
I kissed my way down her neck. Ashley placed her hands on my head, urging me to continue lower. My kisses left a wet, translucent trail from her lips to her sternum. I rested my left cheek in her cleavage and licked the side of her left breast. My tongue grazed her flesh, tasting both her sweetness and sweat. I lifted myself an inch over her left nipple, flicking my tongue over it. She groaned and grabbed a fistful of my hair, but resisted the urge to pull me down.
My mouth opened just large enough to cover her areola. I pressed my tongue flat against her nipple, then slowly closed my mouth over her breast, engulfing one of the two most heavenly treasures in the universe.
Ashley couldn't resist her urges any longer. She shoved my head against her, whimpering and panting as I sucked on the nub. My lips formed a tight oval as my tongue flicked the tip. I increased the suction, yearning to nurse on my sister until my jaw fell off.
"Oh god, this feels incredible," she rasped. "Don't stop."
I was tempted to switch to her other breast, but after hearing her plea I moved my left hand to it instead. I pinched the lonely nipple between my thumb and main finger. Ashley arched her back, thrusting her chest out. Though I couldn't fully see her, she must have looked incredibly sexy in such an erotic pose.
I twisted the eraser-sized tip as gently as I could. I didn't dare harm my cherished sister, as the pain would hurt me more than it did her, but I couldn't settle with just holding it between my fingers. Fortunately, she found the stimulation to be enjoyable.
"Just like that. A little harder."
I did as I was told. Still sucking on her left breast, I twisted the other nub with a tighter pinch. Ashley immediately gasped and scratched her nails into my back. I released my suction, wincing at the unexpected spasm.
"Oh no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"
"Shhh, it's okay. You startled me, that's all." I returned to sucking on her tit.
"I never realized my nipples could be so sensitive."
I opened my mouth only long enough to say, "You don't touch them when you..."
"No, I do. I just don't give them the same attention as--oh fuck." I switched to her right breast and sucked on it. "Mmm, yes, keeping doing that," she purred.
I was curious to hear the rest of her reply. "Same attention as?"
"You're so bad," she murmured. "My clit. My pussy."
"You have me now. I'll take care of you."
"I know. Less talking, please?" Her chest fluttered as she giggled.
I nodded, smearing my lips against her breast. I laced her body with a thousand kisses as I switched from one to the other and everywhere in between. Her entire body became slick with my saliva. It felt wonderful being held so securely in her arms. I must have looked like a baby as I tended to every inch of her divine form. I got lost in her sensuality, just wanting to savor the feeling and taste of my sister.
One of her hands disappeared from the back of my neck. I peeked through the corner of my eyes to see where it went. Her right arm was outstretched beside her, her hand pawing at the mattress as if she was searching for something. I looked slightly beyond her fingers to see the bottle of chocolate syrup a mere inch away.
I had completely forgotten about what made Ashley strip her top off in the first place. Even with her breasts being suckled and my hands fondling her thighs and calves, she still wished to carry out her original plan.
"I'm getting hungry," I whispered. "Can you help me with dessert? I'm in the mood for something chocolaty and sweet."
"Oooh yes. I have something sweet for you." Her right hand moved a little faster, a little more sporadically, as she struggled to find the bottle.
My eyes returned to her breasts. I blindly reached over and snatched the bottle, holding it for only a second before Ashley took it from me. Her left hand moved between our groins and gave my erection a friendly squeeze.
I lifted myself up, kneeling on all fours over her. She let go of my cock and began rubbing her pussy through her tight shorts in slow circles. I sat back on my knees and brought my hands to her hips, tugging at the waistband. Her butt hovered above the mattress, allowing me to pull her shorts down her lean legs.
Ashley hadn't gone totally without underwear. Beneath was a flirty yellow boy short. It wasn't like the see-through and lacey lingerie from the past few nights, but what really made it stand out were three big letters in white embroidered across it.
I didn't think my adorable sister owned any underwear like that. Then again, I didn't think my sister owned anything that could have been found in a Frederick's or Victoria's Secret catalog either. The "O" was larger than the other two letters, and it looked as if it was outlining a hole for her pussy.
"I like your underwear. It's definitely hot."
Ashley slipped her left fingers inside the front of it, causing it to bulge out as her hand moved in circles once again. "You'll like what's beneath it even more."
She would be right about that. With her fingers stretching the fabric out, I pulled it down, revealing a hand rubbing her clit, and the lovely pink lips surrounding her pussy. She lifted one foot at a time so I could pull off both sets of shorts. I stood up beside the bed and stared down at my little angel.


To Be Cont...........



Stories:-


A Boy In Babeland - Cheerleader - A Back Rub For Julia - All About Simon - Big Girls Don't Cry - After School Job - Anjali’s Evening Out - House Party with my wife - My wife Bela - Yashodhara's Descent - Good Wife - Cooling Off - Beautiful Housewife Banged - A Remarkable Phase of My Life - A Different Party - A Hero's Welcome - KAMINA (In Hindi) - The Private Party - My Roommate Takes My Girlfriend - Madhu's Job - Doctoring Brother - Oh….Ashley (Running)

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Stories:-


A Boy In Babeland - Cheerleader - A Back Rub For Julia - All About Simon - Big Girls Don't Cry - After School Job - Anjali’s Evening Out - House Party with my wife - My wife Bela - Yashodhara's Descent - Good Wife - Cooling Off - Beautiful Housewife Banged - A Remarkable Phase of My Life - A Different Party - A Hero's Welcome - KAMINA (In Hindi) - The Private Party - My Roommate Takes My Girlfriend - Madhu's Job - Doctoring Brother - Oh….Ashley (Running)

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Stories:-


A Boy In Babeland - Cheerleader - A Back Rub For Julia - All About Simon - Big Girls Don't Cry - After School Job - Anjali’s Evening Out - House Party with my wife - My wife Bela - Yashodhara's Descent - Good Wife - Cooling Off - Beautiful Housewife Banged - A Remarkable Phase of My Life - A Different Party - A Hero's Welcome - KAMINA (In Hindi) - The Private Party - My Roommate Takes My Girlfriend - Madhu's Job - Doctoring Brother - Oh….Ashley (Running)

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Stories:-


A Boy In Babeland - Cheerleader - A Back Rub For Julia - All About Simon - Big Girls Don't Cry - After School Job - Anjali’s Evening Out - House Party with my wife - My wife Bela - Yashodhara's Descent - Good Wife - Cooling Off - Beautiful Housewife Banged - A Remarkable Phase of My Life - A Different Party - A Hero's Welcome - KAMINA (In Hindi) - The Private Party - My Roommate Takes My Girlfriend - Madhu's Job - Doctoring Brother - Oh….Ashley (Running)

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Oh….Ashley


Update-22


My sister was naked as the day as she born. The greatest artists in the world couldn't have painted a more beautiful picture. None could have preserved her elegance on any canvas. Bare skin was everywhere I looked. Her most private areas were all exposed for my eyes to take in. There was so much I wanted to do to her, so many ways I could keep myself entertained. I had experienced only a fraction of what her body could do for me, and I wanted to experience the rest.
I moved onto the bed and gently spread her legs apart, massaging her inner thighs with the finest touch.
"Oh babe, I can't believe how gorgeous you are."
Ashley squirmed beneath me and rubbed her clit a little faster. "Say that again."
I slowed my massaging.
"Say it," she repeated, rubbing faster still.
"I... can't believe how gorgeous you are."
"Not that."
"Oh... babe?"
"Yes. Keep calling me that."
"Oh babe, you are so damn gorgeous. My babe turns me on so much. I just want to eat my babe's sweet pussy until my babe cums all over me."
"Ah, oooh fuck." Ashley let out a long, throaty groan as her clear, intoxicating honey splashed out from between her fingers. The smell of arousal triggered an instant reflex in me. I dove down to her sex and lapped up the slick fluid before it could wastefully soak her sheets. Just as my tongue touched her fingers, the mini-orgasm stopped. That didn't discourage me from licking what I could off her trembling hand and puffy labia.
"I did it again," Ashley murmured.
"I know. Let me clean you up."
Her left hand came off her clit to the back of my head. Her juices and my saliva matted my hair as she pushed me into her loins. I licked in circles, teasing every fold of flesh. There was no better dessert after a hearty meal than your sister's pussy.
It amazed me how incredibly turned on Ashley was. She came twice already with very little effort on my end. No matter how handsome she may have found me, I knew I wasn't a stud by any means. This encouragement seemed too much, even for her.
"Tiger? Can you go higher? Just a little--ah, right there."
I swiped the flat of my tongue against her clit, keeping the tip of my tongue between her labia. I lowered the angle so it could enter her tiny hole. My upper lip covered her pink nub as my tongue pumped in and out of her, savoring the aftertaste of her latest orgasm.
"Ah yes, stick your tongue in me. Lick me out."
I steadied myself within her throbbing pussy. Ashley pushed me harder until my nose pressed into her pubic hair. I struggled to breathe but did nothing about it. I inhaled what little air I could, relying on my sister's sweetness to keep me going.
Then I felt her contract around my tongue. Her pussy muscles tensed, squeezing me inside her. My hands went beneath her ass, lifting her up so I could penetrate her deeper. Ashley moaned above me. "Oh fuck. Feel that? Do you like that?"
I hummed my approval. With her hand trapping my head in her sex, there was nothing I could say or do but drink in the pleasure she was giving me.
Her hips bounced off the bed. She let out a lingering cry as she crushed my head between her thighs. "Oh my god, oh my god."
The powerful wave of yet another orgasm rolled through her body. Every muscle in her being became stiff and scorching hot. Her honey poured onto my tongue and into my thirsty mouth. My tongue thrashed within her slick walls for every drop of her nectar.
Ashley wailed hysterically as her body tried to ride the incredible sensations of her third climax. Her panting intensified. She muttered "fuck" repeatedly as her pussy tightened, curling my tongue in half from the added pressure. Cum flowed endlessly out of her but I kept swallowing for dear life.
I swirled my tongue throughout her narrow canal, not even realizing the tension on my head had loosened. When all I could taste was her candied flesh, I reluctantly moved away from her pussy. I looked up at her flushed skin, only to find a picture of a dark brown heart drawn between her breasts. My sister had her eyes closed and a wide smile complementing her serene expression.
"Yummy?" she asked. She slowly opened her eyes at me.
I was too entranced by the tasty-looking heart to respond. It was carefully drawn in thick chocolate syrup, with a few fingerprint smudges on her breasts. I leaned over my sister at arms length, eager to lick the chocolate off her chest.
Teasingly, Ashley put her hands together and straightened her arms out between us. She pushed her elbows into the sides of her breasts, causing her rack to stick out a little further. "You like?"
"Heck yeah, babe."
She stopped pushing on her breasts. The heart became slightly distorted from the syrup dripping down her body. Her hands went to my crotch, stroking my raging erection. My arms nearly succumbed to her wonderful touch.
"I don't like the feel of your shorts," Ashley said.
"I don't like them either."
She pulled on the elastic waistband of the shorts, along with my boxers, exposing more and more of my cock to her glimmering eyes. I tumbled to my side to kick off them off, taking notice of the whipped cream can opposite me. I returned to my position above her while grabbing it.
Ashley stared at the tube in my hand. "You're catching on, Tiger."
I gave it a quick shake. "Mm-hmm. I told you I'm not completely clueless about this stuff."
"Now I know better than to--ah, that's cold." I sprayed the white cream onto her left nipple. "You need to stop surprising me like that."
"You said you liked surprises during dinner." I sprayed some cream onto the other.
She didn't flinch a second time. Taking the can from me, she sprayed one more dollop on her chocolate heart. "I'm ready for you now."
I smiled and dipped my nose into the middle of the zesty treat. I swept my tongue across her flavored skin, scooping up a mouthful of cream and chocolate all at once. The variety of tastes and textures drove me wild. The heat of her soft flesh, the coolness of the light cream, and the warmth of the thick syrup made for an incredible blend of delights.
It was like being the only one in line to an all-you-can-eat buffet. I bobbed my head from her sternum to each breast before going in reverse and doing it all over again. Sometime I would eat the cream and chocolate off her, and other times I would rub it into her skin. I would push my tongue against the underside of each tit, feeling their light weight. They were soft but firm; her nipples barely moved when my tongue pressed against her breasts.
"Let me have some of that," she murmured.
I complied, raising my face up to hers. Ashley bounced her head off the bed, licking some whipped cream off my nose. She giggled with her tongue sticking out and the white topping gathered on the end. Her hands went around my back and pulled me down. I could feel the cream on her breasts spreading onto me as our faces came together for a kiss.
Ashley nibbled my lips, tasting the leftover chocolate on them, and clamped her legs around me. I jostled my tongue into her mouth. As our bodies rubbed together, a seeping wetness coated my shaft.
"Holy fuck," I realized, "my cock is touching her pussy. My cock is actually touching across her pussy."
All I had to do was aim up a couple of inches, line myself with her pussy, and push straight into her. We were stark naked, nose-to-nose, lips locked. This was it; this could be the moment we both lose our virginity. Ashley had told me what happened to her cherry, how she popped it when she was masturbating to a dream about me. The insertion would be painless. Tight maybe, but painless. We were so close...
The thrill of being one thrust from penetrating my baby girl had my brain doing cartwheels. The possibility left me both excited and nervous. I slowly moved my hips, sliding the topside of my cock against her pussy. There was no way she couldn't have felt what I was doing. Her arms and legs closed around me like a cocoon. My cock nudged harder against her pink flesh. Her body heat, coupled with the humidity in the air, made me feel faint and light-headed. Blood rushed through my veins at dizzying speeds. My cum boiled beyond its tipping point. My cock was ready to blow. I tried to restrain myself but could only grunt into Ashley's mouth.
I pushed myself up from my sister. My cock bounced freely between us, aiming at her belly. It pulsed, needing no further stimulation, as it fired its first blast of milky cream. My cock twitched uncontrollably, spraying long ropes of white all over her stomach. I bolted my eyes shut, attempting to withhold my orgasm, to will myself from cumming any more. But it felt so damn good to release the pressure, to let my urges flow through me.
Ashley gasped with each spurt landing on her skin. She lay motionless, taking all I had to give her. The strong smell of my semen and her juices drifted into my nostrils. I could almost taste the mix of bitterness and sweetness on my tongue.
When my orgasm subsided, and my arms stopped shaking, I opened my eyes at the mess I had made. She was covered in my thick sperm from her pussy to her navel. A pool of it overfilled her belly button. More cum streamed down her sides onto the bed. One strand came dangerously close to her pussy, but was caught in the trim patch above it.
I gazed into my sister's eyes. They were wide yet had a lustful sheen to them. Her lips were still parted from when I broke our kiss.
Ashley lifted her head to examine the cream soiling her body. I looked down with her, amazed at just how much I came.
"Looks like we both need practice in self-control, Tiger."
I chuckled. "Yeah, looks like it."
My sister ran her right hand over my chest. With two fingers, she scooped up the smudges of whipped cream and chocolate that had stuck to me. Bringing it down to her stomach, she also scooped up some of my gooey cum. Ashley gave me a wink as she opened her mouth and sucked on her fingers. Her slurping sounds had me sporting another erection in no time.
"Yum, yum," she purred. "I knew whipped cream and chocolate would taste good with hot cum."
I rolled onto my hip beside Ashley and watched her gather more toppings from my chest and cum from her belly. When there was barely anything left on me, she grabbed the chocolate bottle and squeezed the syrup right onto her tummy. My sister smeared the two fluids together with her right palm, creating a rich, sloppy dessert. She sniffed the pungent smell from her hand, then held her hand out to observe the mixture in the orange-lit room. Turning to me, she smiled like the night she blew the candles out to her Sweet Sixteen cake. I smiled back as she licked herself clean.
None of her licks were delicate. They were long sweeps across her palm and fingers. She consumed as much cum and chocolate as she could in one mouthful. She moved her hand back and forth from her belly to her mouth, scooping the fluids until only traces of chocolate were left.
"Fuck, that's some good cum. And look at what we have here. Another hard cock with more cum for me." Ashley reached down and grabbed my erection, which had been poking her outer thigh during her entire show.
"You're going to wear me out, you know that, babe? I won't be able to wake up for our trip tomorrow."
"Don't worry. Let me take it from here." Ashley sat up and shook the whipped cream can and chocolate bottle in either hand. With the can, she sprayed the cream onto my pecs and drew an "X" to my abs. The coldness caused me to shiver a bit, despite the rest of my body being immensely hot. Starting from the base of my neck, she squeezed the bottle and traced a line downward, ending at the base of my cock. Seeing my body garnished in ice cream toppings made me feel dirty, but in a good way.
"Close your eyes," she said.
"Do I have to? I rather watch you."
"You're in good hands. I'll make it worth your while."
There was no way I could refuse a proposal like that. I closed my eyes in anticipation of what she had in store for me.
I felt a warm, wet tongue sweep across my sternum and up to my neck, then journeyed downward until it poked my belly button. Her fingertips fluttered along my ribs and arms, tickling me in delight. I moaned at the superb touches, but before her tongue could move back up to my neck, it vanished from my chest. I didn't have to worry for long where it went. Her tongue split my lips apart, force-feeding me the chocolate. I closed my mouth over hers, relishing one sweet taste after another. Our kiss was unbridled, unrelenting, unending. There were no limits to our desire for each other.
I wrapped my arms around her back, pulling us closer. Again her breasts became covered in cream and syrup as her nipples jutted into me. We were becoming an indescribable mess of dessert toppings, and the food-play was only exciting us further.
When I thought things couldn't get any better, I felt my cock being sprayed with something cool and light. Ashley giggled into my mouth as I bucked beneath her.
"Damn, you are one kinky girl," I muttered between breaths.
"I know. Don't open your eyes yet." Our lips parted. It was a bit of a relief not having to fight for every breath. "I'm so dirty again," Ashley pouted. "I'll need you to lick me clean when I'm done with you."
"That can be arranged."
"Okay, good. Now get ready 'cause I am going to blow your mind. And your cock."
The bed bounced beneath me as Ashley moved around. She pushed my thighs, spreading my legs open. One of her hands cupped my ball sacs and gave them a small squeeze. She kneaded them in her fingers as she blew hot air over the tip of my cream-coated cock, making it twitch. I wished I could have seen everything that was going on, but the consequence of being caught peeking was one I didn't want to face.
My tenacity was well rewarded when a pair of moist lips enveloped the head of my cock. Ashley swirled her tongue around the crown, lapping up the precum leaking from the slit. She lowered her head, engulfing the first half of my cock. The whipped cream coating it melted in her mouth. She kept going lower and lower, until I hit the back of her throat. For the tiniest moment she gagged and recoiled completely off my cock. Her saliva had dampened the whipped cream and she hurriedly cleaned it off. Her tongue roamed the girth of my pole, drenching it in her spit. Even my balls became wet as her spit traveled down my cock.
Ashley slid her hands beneath my butt, her tongue abandoning my cock. I grumbled my displeasure, then yelped in rapture as she devoured my whole left ball sac. "Ohhh fuck, that feels good," I groaned.
Ashley rolled my heavy sac with her tongue, nipping at the loose skin with her teeth. She tried sucking on it as she would my cock, but it completely filled her mouth. My ball popped free from her lips as she pulled away and switched to other one. She lathered my right sac with matching fervor, poking and prodding it with her lively tongue.
Despite my raging erection, my need to release was almost non-existent. It was as if my cock had agreed to behave so we could prolong this feeling for as long as possible. And since I had unloaded a batch of cum a while ago, it would take some time for the pressure to rebuild.
My sister sucked and fondled my nuts. She began to stroke my slick cock in her left hand, purring and cooing the sultriest sounds, letting me know how much she enjoyed giving fellatio. I skimmed my fingers through her soft hair, encouraging her to continue her fantastic oral play.
This lasted for another five of the most incredible minutes of my life. My sister's jaw must have been aching from being stretched open for so long. But if it was, she showed no signs of discomfort. If anything, she was getting more turned on, sucking a little harder every time she switched to the other sac. It was a wonder how my nuts hadn't shriveled up from being soaked in her saliva.
Ashley gave each ball a kiss before sitting up, allowing her mouth a much-needed break. But that didn't mean my cock would also be getting a rest. With both hands, she gripped my rod and pumped her fists up and down. Since her head was out of reach, I held onto her wrists instead.
"You're doing good," she said, her voice a bit jumpy from her handjob. "You still haven't opened your eyes."
"Can I open them now? A reward, maybe?"
"You'll get your reward. But keep them closed."
I couldn't stop myself from chuckling. I wasn't sure why she was so determined to keep my eyes shut. It's not as if I hadn't seen her giving me a handjob or blowjob already. She had given one in broad daylight the previous afternoon and one earlier in the amphitheater, and another under my lamplight late last evening. Maybe it's because she was fully naked this time, although I had seen an eyeful of her already.
Ashley loosened her grip and placed her hands on my outer thighs, her elbows resting alongside my knees. The bed bounced as she adjusted herself for the next stage of her tease.
In the following few seconds, absolutely nothing happened. All I could feel were her fingers rubbing my legs and my heart pounding in my chest. Even my cock was getting anxious; it twitched and hardened. I waited, and waited, and waited some more for my sister.
Then, before I could scream out her name, a hot wave of saliva washed over my cock. A pair of lips closed over the crown and slid to the very base of my shaft. I muttered incoherently, spitting out words neither of us could understand. Ashley bobbed her head, sucking the life out of me. I held onto her hair, selfishly pushing her lower. "God damn, that's fucking incredible."
Ashley steadied herself, working her tongue around my shaft. She slacked her jaw, breathing all the air she could with her mouth full of meat. The combination of cold and hot air against my cock almost had me plunging her face into my crotch. My patience was diminishing, my willpower fleeting.
Ashley sealed her lips halfway down of my cock. She went lower, little by little, taking more of me into her heavenly mouth. It wasn't much lower until I bumped into her tonsils. She didn't recoil from me as she had often done. Her nails abruptly dug into my thighs, leaving her marks on me. I winced, teetering on the brink of pleasure and pain.
In my jerky confusion I shoved my sister down my cock. The back of her mouth gave away, allowing me entrance to the depths of her throat. I held her firmly, and she did nothing to refuse me.
My eyes shot open. I had to confirm what was happening was really happening.
The first thing I saw was the top of her hair, my fingers hidden beneath the blonde locks. Next were her eyes, shut so tightly there were wrinkles beside them. Her cheeks were bright pink, with the rest of her face quickly turning the same shade. Lips were touching my skin where the base of my pole should have been. There was no mistaking what was happening. My sweet sister had my entire cock in her mouth.
I had no idea how long she remained in my groin. It was as if Ashley didn't need any air--only a hard cock down her throat. The longer she had me swallowed, the more peaceful she appeared. Her fingers stopped digging into my legs; her face returned to its peachy color. I watched her lips move up and down my cock one time before she raised her head off me and opened her eyes. She coughed, wiping away the bubbly strand of saliva hanging from her chin.
I wasn't sure why that scared the heck out of me, especially with Ashley looking so unbelievably sexy with spit drooling down her chocolaty body. She didn't have any trouble the other times she blew me--and she definitely didn't cough--though she also hadn't tried to deepthroat me. As amazing as the feat was, I wanted her to feel safe around me, not think of me as barbaric.
"Sis, are you all right?"
"Oooh... fuck. That was intense." Ashley took a moment to clear her throat. She spoke softly, tiredly. "Yeah, I am. Why do always ask that when I do stuff like this?"
"I forced myself into you, didn't I? I swear it wasn't on purpose."
"It's okay, I was preparing myself for it. I didn't mean to scratch you." Ashley looked down at her hands. I followed her gaze and noticed the deep nail prints in my thighs.
"Don't sweat it, I hardly felt a thing." I took her hands in mine and entwined our fingers. "I really mean it when I said I didn't force you on purpose. I don't want to make your first-times an awful experience, especially for something like what you just did."
"I know. I understand what you're getting at. But what makes you think this was my first time deepthroating?"
"Um, I'm pretty sure you told me yesterday you've never blown anyone before. Where could you have learned-"
"A cucumber."
"What? A... cucumber?" For a bewildering ten seconds, I wondered how a vegetable could have anything to do with her learning how to deepthroat. Then I pictured what a cucumber actually looked like, and finally caught on to what she meant.
With both of us on the same page, she giggled, "Yours, when I was cooking dinner. The cucumber I used for your dish. I practiced on that."
"You're kidding me."
"Nope, I mean it. It was long, kind of hard, and I was getting a little horny. So I decided to practice my technique on it before trying it on you. I bet you regret not eating all your veggies now."
I grinned at my devilish sister and tugged on her hands. "You are one wild babe."
She crawled on top of me, barely passing over my cock as she lay on my chest. "I didn't say you could open your eyes, Tiger."
Pretending not to have heard her silly remark, I ran my hands over her ass and pulled her up closer to my face. Ashley swooped down for a kiss, raking her fingers through my hair. A river of saliva flowed from her mouth.
My voice came out muffled as I tried to speak through the kiss. "Turn around."
Ashley hummed, not realizing I was actually saying something.
I tried again. "Sis, turn around."
She raised her face from me. "Hmm? What is it?"
"Turn around."
She looked over her shoulder. "I don't get it."
I nodded with my head in a half-circle. "Turn around."
Ashley's puzzled look changed into a wicked smile. "I always wanted to try this." She rolled off me to my right and moved herself closer to my head. I stared at her pussy mere inches away. Her outer lips had lost some of their pinkness, but they still glistened with her clear cum. I inhaled her womanly essence, the ambrosial scent permeating through my lungs.
The smell got stronger as my sister swung her left leg over my face, settling it on the other side of me. With her pussy floating above my hungry lips, a tiny droplet of her fluids dripped onto my chin. I stuck my tongue out to catch another, knowing I would be drinking a lot more of it before the night ended. I moved my hands to her lower back, massaging her creamy flesh. Nothing in the world could have felt more supple than my baby girl.
Ashley sunk down until her erect nipples poked me in my ribs. She rested her hands alongside my legs. Her breaths fell upon my sturdy pole as it pointed to the ceiling. "Tiger?"
"Yeah, babe?"
"Should we do this together?"
"Okay. Want me to count it off?"
"I'll start first," she said, unaware it was supposed to have been a joke. She got onto her elbows. "3..."
I lowered my hand to her butt cheeks. "2..."
She took a deep breath. "1..."
Zero.
As I drove Ashley's pussy to my face, she engulfed my cock in one sudden mouthful. There was no delay, no barrier slowing her down. My cock went right into her throat till her lips circled the base. I darted my tongue into her pussy, sucking on her puffy folds, not wanting to be outdone by my little sister for the second time that day.
We moaned in the ecstasy of receiving and giving oral all at once. My concentration was torn between my upper and lower half. A part of me wanted to lay still and indulge in the sensations she was giving; the other wanted to treat my baby to her mind-blowing orgasm.
Ashley took my cock out. "Oh god, oh fuck yes," she panted. "Lick me. Suck on my clitty."
I heeded her plea, sweeping my tongue from the top of her pussy to the pearly nub. I closed my lips and formed a strong suction on it. Ashley squirmed, rubbing her nipples against me. She stuffed my cock back into her mouth, muffling her shrieks. I pressed my right palm against the side of her face, feeling her cheek cave in as she sucked and swallowed. My left hand caressed her butt and my thumb prodded the rim of her rosebud.
The acute arousal of her anus being played with and her clit being sucked was too much for my sister. Every fiber in her body tensed. She screamed an ear-splitting scream, or it would have been if it weren't for the cock stuffed in her mouth. Sheets of hot liquid surged through her fiery pussy. She moaned strenuously, continuously, as her luscious fluids rained down on my thirsty mouth. Some dripped into my nose, but I kept sucking and savoring all I could. From head to toe her body went still in her intense orgasm.
As the downpour slowly subsided, I gave her pussy one last lick. Ashley weakly retreated from me. So much stimulation on such a delicate and sensitive area was clearly having an adverse effect on her. I held her hips up and observed how pink and slick her labia became. From down below, I felt my rigid organ being relieved of her mouth. She rested her head on my left thigh, her velvety hair between her cheek and my skin. Her heavy breaths tickled the root of my cock.
Though I desperately needed Ashley to finish me off, I wanted her to be ready and willing. If that meant letting her rest for a while, then so be it. I had waited eighteen years for her; I could wait another few minutes.
"You're getting good at that," she rasped. "I can hardly breathe right now."
"Take your time catching your breath. I'm not done with you yet."
"I don't know how much more of this my body can take."
"I'll be gentle. I promise."
"I'll be gentle, too." Ashley barely had to move to kiss the side of my cock. Her attention had it pulsing excitedly. She crowned it with more pecks, each one coming quicker than the last.
Steadily, her pussy lowered to my face. It seemed my sister wouldn't need that much time to recover after all. But playing it safe, I kept my tongue out of the picture, and ran my fingertips along her tummy and thighs instead. Her muscles relaxed and she felt exceptionally pliant and inviting.
Ashley hummed contently with her lips on me. I took it as a sign to let her control the pace, no matter how passive it was, and follow her lead. She reached between us and found my left hand. With her tongue on my scrotum, she pulled my hand onto the back of her hair.
My sister was a bona fide sex kitten. Licking at my balls, tempting the milk out of me, purring and sighing, letting me pet her like a real kitty. God, she was fucking hot. And in a bizarre way I sort of wished I were a spectator. That way I could have seen how sexy she must have looked with my cock in her face.
Ashley raised her head from my thigh, but her lips stayed on my shaft. I felt her sliding over it, and without needing any further encouragement, plunged down to the base. I instinctively yanked her pussy to me, eating her out.
My eagerness outpaced Ashley's. For every five licks on her pussy, she bobbed her head once. I moved my left hand from her hair and slid it between us. I felt her perky nipple as I brushed my palm across her chest. Whether she wanted me to or not, I tweaked it, tugging and twisting the pointy stub. A loud squeal ruptured my eardrums, but with her blowjob getting faster and wetter, I groped for the other nipple. Her hips undulated, gyrated, almost danced over my mouth. She spread her knees away from my sides, pressing her weight onto me, squishing my hand against her breast.
As her hips rocked, my sister pushed against my face with her crotch. Her head stopped bobbing, but a strong suction remained. Her arms hooked beneath my legs, using me as a handle so she could thrust her pussy into me. Unable to free my left hand from between us, I held onto her hair with my right. I didn't use any force on her, but my gesture was enough to have her sliding my cock between her lips and across her tongue. The heat of the moment was too much for Ashley to do two things at once. She stopped gyrating her hips while she focused her efforts on taking me into her throat.
I couldn't hold in my orgasm anymore. Clenching her hair, I bucked my cock into her mouth, my back arching off the mattress. My whole body buzzed as the first sticky wad launched directly into her throat, and as if my cum was going straight through her body, her pussy unloaded her juices over me. I craned my head to delve deeper into her sex, if that was even possible with how much she was already pushing herself into me.
My cock was like a fountain as it spurted. With the cap so far in her throat, I feared her stomach wouldn't be able to hold anymore of my cum. For a second I thought that was the case when Ashley pulled me out, until just the tip remained in her lips. My cock fired off its final creamy spurts while she drank it down. The climax lasted twice as long for my sister. Her body stopped trembling, yet her pussy kept secreting, as though her muscles were devoted to giving me every last drop of her honey.
When it was all over, Ashley slid my limp cock from her mouth and raised her swollen pussy from my face. The aftereffects of her orgasm left her incredibly flushed from the waist down, and as she turned around to face me, I saw she was also flushed from the waist up. Her cheeks were slightly bulged, and there was cum streaking from the right corner of her lips.
"That was the best dessert ever," I dreamily stated.
She nodded while looming over my stomach.
Now what was she up to? I propped myself higher on a pillow.
My sister stared into my eyes as she opened her mouth. A thick, white strand fell from her lips and onto my stomach. I nearly jumped out of my skin as I realized what she was doing, but with all my energy spent in my last load, I could only watch.
Ashley pushed out more of my cum with her tongue. A web formed from her lips as the goo dripped down to my stomach. The display of her drooling semen was so obscene, I was surprised I didn't get another erection from the sheer smuttiness of it. My sis let the web hang for a few more seconds, and when it seemed it wouldn't break on its own, she had to actually spit the spunk onto me.
I was a mess of smeared chocolate, whipped cream, and now saliva and my own fresh semen. Before I could remark on my condition, Ashley had found the syrup bottle and was holding it over me. I figured I was soon going to become an even bigger mess. She squeezed the bottle with both hands and the chocolate poured from it like water. The dark brown syrup mixed with the milky white jizz. The bottle had to have been almost empty when she stopped.
With her right finger, Ashley stirred the concoction until it resembled a bulls-eye target. Using her tongue as the arrow, she swirled it in the middle of the circle, replacing the chocolate and cum with her saliva as she licked it up. The swirling motion went wider with each circle, eventually reaching the outer rim.
The kinky minx lapped her fingers clean. "You taste so good, Tiger. And just look at how dirty you are."
I spent a few exhausting seconds thinking of a comeback. "Not as dirty as you."
Ashley giggled flirtatiously. "Got that right." She pounced onto me and crushed our lips together. My tongue chased after hers, tasting everything she had eaten in our frolicking. We basked in the dirty afterglow of our latest erotic act.
The chocolate was starting to dry on us when I peeked over at her clock. It was almost nine-thirty, and surprisingly our parents hadn't came home yet.
"Sis, we should get cleaned up before mom and dad find us in bed together."
"'Yeah," she sighed. "It looks like I'm going to have to change the sheets again."
"We can do this in my room next time. Then I'll handle the mess."
"Sounds awesome to me."
"I'll go to the bathroom and get us some wet towels to clean ourselves with."
"Okay. Be quick."
I hastily put on my boxers and shirt. Already I could feel them sticking to my skin from all the things Ashley had dumped onto me. She was still beautifully naked as she ripped off her stained sheets.
Stepping into the dim hallway, I carefully closed the door behind me. I noticed there was no light seeping through the bottom of Nicole's door, meaning she was probably asleep. Ashley would be glad to know our younger sibling didn't break that part of her punishment. Curiously I wondered if Nikky had fulfilled the other.
I passed the bathroom and made my way to the kitchen. I would have more good news to report since it also appeared Nikky had done the dishes. They were completely dry, so she had most likely washed them a while ago. As I placed the dish I was observing back onto the rack, I heard the living room door open. I froze in the dark as my parents entered the house.
"I told you they're not in here," dad said.
"Shhh," mom hushed, "the kids are probably getting ready to sleep."
"Can I get one more kiss now?"
Mom giggled in a very non-motherly way. "Be patient, Richy. Wait until we're in our bedroom first. Then you can have me anyway you want."
Needless to say, I was suddenly feeling very awkward. My parents were never shy about making out in front of my sisters and me, but hearing them say they were going to do the hanky-panky was a whole new level of weirdness.
"Do you think Ashley is in Brian's room tonight?" dad asked.
"I'm not sure. He's spending more time in her room lately. I bet they're both up to something again."
"You always say that. Let them have some fun together before college gets in their way."
"There is a thing as too much fun. I know you want them to have the close sibling bond you never had with your brothers and sister, but we're living in the twenty-first century. Have you seen the underwear Ashley wears these days? Just this past Saturday, I--mmmph..."
My dad must have cut her off with a kiss. "Stop worrying about your daughter's underwear and worry about yours. I want to see you in that sexy red number with the garter belt when I get out of the shower."
"Mmm, number three. You know that's one of my favorites. Just let me say good night to the kids first."
Oh shit. That wasn't good news. And no, not the "number three" thing, even though that was highly disturbing. My parents were going to be in for a surprise when they realize I was in the kitchen while they had discussed their private plans. But that would have been nothing compared to the surprise of opening Ashley's door and finding her naked and spotted in chocolate.
I had to think fast if I was going to prevent a potential disaster. I could either embarrass mom, dad, and myself by confronting them right now in the living room, or let Ashley get in a world of trouble and thus ruining our relationship.
It was a simple, difficult choice to make.
I picked up a dish and dropped it onto the rack, causing it to clank loudly with the others. Thank goodness none of them were glass.
My parents, not wanting to believe one of their kids may have heard them, were dead silent. It was dad who finally spoke. "Ashley, Brian, is that you in the kitchen?"
I slowly revealed myself. "Um, hi mom, hi dad. It's just me. I had a nighttime snack and decided to do the dishes. Sorry."
Mom's face was crimson red. "That's fine. As long as it wasn't a burglar or something."
"How's the baby?" I asked, wanting to get their minds on something else.
"The baby is very healthy. Your father and I were at the hospital giving your aunt and uncle some parental advice."
"Yeah, Ashley told me. Well, I'm going to get ready for sleep now."
"Okay, good idea. We're going to bed as well. We're both very tired and we need to get up early for work tomorrow."
"'Kay, good night."
"Good night," they said together. They followed me into the hallway, but instead of knocking on Ashley's door to say good night, they immediately went into their bedroom with their heads down. Once their door was shut, I ran to the bathroom and soaked a couple of terrycloth towels in hot water.
I snuck into Ashley's room and found her sitting on her bed in a pair of black panties, though still completely topless.
"You sure took your sweet time," she said.
I handed her one of the two towels as I sat cross-legged in front of her. "Mom and dad are home."
She reached for the bottom of my shirt and helped me take it off. "Yeah, I know. I heard you chatting with them."
"You wouldn't believe what they were talking about before I interrupted them."
"Really? What was it?"
I told Ashley my short story, making sure to quote my parents exactly.
"Oh my god," she laughed, her face lighting up. "That is so wild. They sound almost like us."
"I thought that, too. Raunchy behavior must run in the family."
"I wonder if they're doing it right now. These walls are super thick and I can never hear anything on the other side." Ashley crawled to the head of her bed and knocked on the wall to illustrate her point.
"Um, sis? I rather not think about what they're doing right now."
She crawled back to me and unfolded her towel. "Yeah, me neither. I rather think about you." Leaning forward, she gently applied the towel to my chest as her lips met mine.
I gripped my sister by her waist as she swung her legs around my midriff. I straightened mine out and fell backward a bit, holding her for support. She wrapped her legs around me as she sat on my lap, rubbing the towel crudely over my torso. There was no order to her caress; wiping me clean was merely an excuse for her to get her hands on me. And I could care less if that was really her motive. I just knew I didn't want her to stop.
As she moved her hands and towel around my back, her hips began to gyrate into my groin. Her panty-clad pussy bumped into my stomach. The arousing effects of the rocking motion, the warm towel, and her luscious lips sucking on my tongue had my cock ready for one last round.
My sister gyrated her hips faster. Her hands roamed restlessly and her cooing escalated into moans. She squeezed the towel so hard against my skin, hot water trickled down my spine. Then, out of the blue after rocking against me for a couple of minutes, Ashley thrust her loins into and tossed her head back with a brazen cry.
I quickly dumped her onto the bed, falling on top of her breasts. I shoved my tongue into her mouth, suppressing her wailing, and I could feel a bit of moisture soaking through her panties and onto my boxers.
Her legs were still wrapped around me when I pulled my face away. "What the hell was that?" I panted. I was ninety-nine percent sure of what happened, but I wanted to hear my baby answer it.
"There's something's wrong with me. I just know it."
I reached behind me and unraveled her legs. "You're just insatiable. I better clean you up and get out of here before morning comes around."
"Are you all clean?" she weakly asked.
My crotch area felt a little sticky, but I wasn't going to tell her that. Give her one peek of my cock and neither of us would get any sleep. "I'm spotless thanks to you. Now it's your turn."
I moved back a foot so I wouldn't be so close to her damp panties. Unfolding the second towel, I rubbed it along her inner and outer thigh, careful to only rub spots that were actually dirty. Somehow she had gotten chocolate below her knees, and I dabbed the towel over her long legs. It wasn't my intention to tease my sister, but hearing her purr and moan was bringing back a desire to pleasure her.
I had to get a grip. I was supposed to be cleaning her from her orgasms, not igniting another one. The night would never end if things kept going in this direction. I stopped brushing her, hoping a pause would allow her body to cool down.
Ashley arched her back and whimpered, pleading in her own provocative way to have me continue. She watched my hands place the towel on her stomach and gently push her flat against the bed. Throwing caution to the wind, I rubbed the towel over her tummy and to the middle of her chest, even the areas that were clean. I was still careful not to get too close to her hardening nipples, and touched only her breasts to wipe away the tiny dark smudges.
Satisfied with my cleaning job, I rubbed the towel down one last time to her belly button. I caught a whiff of the unmistakable aroma of pussy juice from her panties. The flimsy fabric was wetter than when I had started cleaning her legs.
"Ash, don't tell me you're getting excited again."
She smiled at me, showing a small hint of teeth. "But it feels so nice."
Oh boy, this was going to take a while. "Do you want me to take your panties off?"
"Please do."
I tugged them down and took a long, savory sniff, then threw them over my shoulder to the floor. That had my voracious girl giggling.
"Come clean my titties," she beckoned. "You barely touched them."
"They look clean to me."
Ashley pinched and stretched her nipples out. "They feel a little sticky."
"Are you sure?"
She nodded.
"Are you absolutely sure?"
She nodded again.
"I trust you, sis. I know you want to feel clean so you can get a good night's rest for a day of fun in the sun tomorrow, instead of just wanting me to play with your nipples and get you hot and bothered. Am I right?"
She giggled some more while nodding.
"Okay, now where were we."
As I crawled to her left, she took her hand off her left tit. I applied the warm cloth to it, polishing in circles. She closed her eyes and succumbed to my caress. Her right hand tweaked the opposite nipple, pulling it and letting it go repeatedly.
The bed stirred as Ashley bent her knees into the air. I peeked down at her slit as it leaked her endless supply of femininity. "Babe, you're going have to change your sheets again if you keep gushing like that."
"Fuck it. I'll sleep in my cum every night if I have to."
I wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing my cock was also leaking.
"Tiger, this one feels a dirty. Can you can clean it?"
I wordlessly switch to the other breast. Ashley moved her hand away, but began tweaking her left nipple as she had done her right. Her knees closed together, legs trembling, as I carried on the massage.
I reached down with my left hand and parted my sister's thighs. She spread open so I could take care of the burning itch between her legs. I rubbed the cloth between her breasts in one hand, then plunged two fingers into her pussy with the other.
"Ohhh fuck," she hissed. "Fuck my horny pussy. It's always so wet for you."
I tried "cleaning" my sister the best I could while ramming into her sex. It wasn't easy with her writhing around, twisting her nipples, and gasping for air as she approached yet another orgasm. But this was one challenge I was more than happy to accept.
Ashley's cry came out staggered from my frenzied frigging. "Ah fuck. Faster, faster. Fuck your fingers in me. Pretend your hard cock is pounding me. Make me cum, please make me cum. I want to cum so badly. Your sister wants to cum so fucking hard for her big brother. Do it, do it for me. Oh fuck yes, just like that. Keeping fucking me."
I couldn't believe the things Ashley was saying. She was spouting obscenities like a machine. It was as if she had learned how to talk dirty before counting to three. Even her feigned sluttiness from yesterday couldn't compare to this. There was no reason for my sis to be saying these things, since I wasn't the one who needed the encouragement. But then maybe she found this kind of talk to be a turn-on.
I scooted closer to her pussy so I could penetrate her more fiercely. If I jammed my fingers in any further, it would look like I was trying to fit my whole hand in her. Since I already had two fingers in, I figured I'd give it a shot by extending a third into her wet pussy. Ashley was well lubed and it slipped in without much effort. Sloshing sounds seeped past my fingers as I pumped my sister of her sweet cum.
By now I had forgotten about wiping her with the towel. Her thighs, cleaned just moments ago, became wet with the juices splashing against my knuckles. I stared at Ashley's firm tits, rising and falling with each breath. She stretched her nipples, more than I would have dared to do on my own. Seeing how much she was enjoying the mauling, I was sure to remember it for the next time I get my greedy hands on them.
"You're going to hurt yourself if you keep doing that," I warned, slowing down my thrusts.
Ashley stopped pawing at her tits, but only to lick her fingertips before re-tweaking her nipples. "You shouldn't have made me so horny."
"So it's my fault you're easily excited?"
"Of course it is. I never get this horny when I masturbate. That means you did something to me."
"Oh, all right. Then maybe I should stop doing this to you." I gradually pulled my fingers from her pussy.
Ashley caught my wrists and shoved me back in. "Don't even think about it."
Grinning, I plunged my fingers in and out of my sister. Her lightly colored clit stuck out like a pearl against her outer lips. I rubbed it with my thumb, eliciting soft whimpers. I increased the tempo, turning those whimpers into full-blown moans. The sopping noises from her pussy fused with her harsh cries. Ashley shoved my thumb away with her right hand, taking over the stimulating of her clit. I drove my fingers into her tight canal, and with a long, guttural moan, my sister exploded on my hand.
I cupped my palm, attempting to catch as much of her fluids as I could. Normally I'd keep driving my fingers into her pussy, but with Ashley doing all the work on her clit, I just steadied my hand as an orgasm rolled through her body for the umpteenth time.
I was tempted to suck my fingers clean of her juices. It smelled amazingly good, and regardless of how much of her cum I had that night, I wasn't going to refuse another chance to taste it. But when I looked at my darling's elated expression, her eyes closed and her cheeks rosy, I decided to let another tongue have a taste.
I tapped my drenched fingers on Ashley's tender lips. She opened up and my fingers went right in. Her mouth closed around me, sucking on her own cum. Her tongue licked between my fingers, giving each a simulated blowjob. When she was done sampling herself, she pulled my hand from her mouth with a pop.
"How do you taste?" I asked, drying my fingers with the towel.
Ashley licked around her lips. "Find out for yourself." Her left hand magically appeared in front of my face. I opened wide and sucked on her two extended fingers, enjoying her flavorful nectar.
Before I could suck her fingers clean, she pulled out of my mouth. I wanted to shout at her to give it back, like a five year-old boy whining for his favorite toy, but I refrained when her fingers dipped into her mound. Her hand returned to my mouth, and I hungrily licked her juices.
Exceeding my daily dose of yummy sister cum, I eased Ashley's legs flat onto the bed. I scrambled to pick up her panties and was about to slip her feet into it when she nudged me away with her toes.
In a low, impish voice, she said, "Find me a dry pair."
"Where do you, um, keep your underwear?"
She lazily pointed at the far dresser in her room.
"High or low drawer?" I asked.
"Middle left. The long one."
I pulled the handle and slid the wooden drawer out, unearthing what could only be considered the greatest discovery to all mankind. I hit the proverbial jackpot of silk, lace, velvet, nylon, and every other risqué material a pair of panties could be made out of. The colors were neatly arranged from left to right, going from white to black with shades of yellow, green, red, and dark blue in between. The drawer seemed to contain only her panties; her bras and other unmentionables, like her boy-shorts and nighties, were probably in another.
"Having fun?" my sister asked behind me.
I turned around and found her lying on her stomach with her chin in her palms. "I'm just trying to find one that's comfortable for you."
"They're all comfortable," she smiled, "or else I wouldn't have spent so much money on them."
I aimlessly reached into the treasure chest of panties and snatched the first one I got my hands on, then leaned into the drawer and pushed it shut. "How about this," I suggested, stretching the waistband apart to see what I had chosen.
"Nice choice," Ashley cheekily remarked.
All I could mutter was "oh wow" as I stared at what I had in my hands. I was holding a modestly sized purple panty, the same size as a regular cotton brief. But what had me awestruck were the completely transparent backside and almost transparent diamond-shaped gusset in the front.
"Come here and put them on me, Tiger."
My feet wandered while my eyes and brain focused on the racy underwear. I ended up at Ashley's toes with her lying on her back. I gave the elastic fabric a few stretches before helping my sister slide the garment all the way up her legs. Though it managed to cover Ashley's labia and clit, it only matted her pubic hair. The blonde patch was still visible through the gauzy silk.
I pried my eyes from the purple panty of paradise and saw my baby with her arms held out to me. Bowing forward, I let her arms circle around my back as she pulled me to her. I blew away a loose strand of hair from her beautiful face and shared with my lovely sibling a deep soul kiss. She wrestled me onto my back, and then I wrestled on top of her. We tumbled for supremacy, swapping positions at least a half dozen times until we were both out of breath.
When I finally withdrew from my enchanted sister, she softly said, "I'm sorry for making you hard again. If you want to stick around for a little longer, I know I can take care of it."
"I don't doubt you for one second, but I am really, really tired. Your appetite is just too big for me." She released me from her embrace and I reached for my crumpled shirt. I got up from her bed and was about to leave when I turned around at the door. "Before I go, can you roll over for me?"
Ashley didn't hesitate for a second at my request. She spun onto her front and crossed her arms beneath her head, playfully kicking her feet behind her. "Sweet dreams. Have a good night's sleep."
"I will. Good night."
"I love you, Bry."
"I love you, too, babe."
Closing the door, I carried the image of Ashley's delicious derriere in her lucid panties to my room. The underwear really was a revealing as it appeared. The sight of her butt cheeks underneath the fabric would preoccupy my dreams for the rest of the evening.
I stripped to my boxers and flopped onto my bed, falling asleep the moment I hit the plush mattress.


To Be Cont..................


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Stories:-


A Boy In Babeland - Cheerleader - A Back Rub For Julia - All About Simon - Big Girls Don't Cry - After School Job - Anjali’s Evening Out - House Party with my wife - My wife Bela - Yashodhara's Descent - Good Wife - Cooling Off - Beautiful Housewife Banged - A Remarkable Phase of My Life - A Different Party - A Hero's Welcome - KAMINA (In Hindi) - The Private Party - My Roommate Takes My Girlfriend - Madhu's Job - Doctoring Brother - Oh….Ashley (Running)

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Oh….Ashley


Update-23



Chapter 5: Understanding


"Brian, I have a favor to ask of you."
I peered up from my latest issue of PC World to the doorway where Ashley stood. "What can I do for you this fine Friday evening, babe?"
Dressed for a fun-filled night with her friends, my sister came closer to my desk where I sat. "Can you drive me to the movies? My ride can't take me anymore."
I eyed her lean legs in taut blue jeans with silver rhinestones embellishing the pockets and sides. "Yeah, no problem. Who was supposed to take you?"
She sat on the edge of my desk, her hands propped behind her. "One of the girls I'm going to the movies with."
I read her initials, A.S., on her silver belt buckle. "Did she cancel?"
"No, not exactly. She's still going."
My eyes drifted upward to the long-sleeved vanilla top she was wearing. The neckline was wide, revealing most of her shoulders. "Then why can't she take you anymore?"
Her plush lips, beautified by glossy red lipstick, opened and closed. "She sort of got into an accident. Her car needs a new set of tires."
Gold hoop earrings, dark eye shadow, curled eyelashes; Ashley was dressed to kill. "That's a bummer. How is she getting to the theater, then? If she's going with someone else, can't you go with?"
"You're a curious one tonight. You can say no if you have other plans." She glanced at my computer monitor.
I glanced with her at the screensaver of a dancing monkey. "Nope, no plans. I'll shut up with the questions now. I can take you there."
"Great, I knew I could count on you." Ashley hopped down from my desk and onto her platform sandals. Though they weren't heeled, they still added an extra inch or two to her height. She took a few steps toward the door before looking over her shoulder. Her long blonde ponytail swished to the side, uncovering the reverse plunging neckline that left skin visible on her upper back. "Oh, almost forgot, Bry. Can I ask you for another favor?"
"I guess... what else can I do for you?"
"Can you also take all of my friends?"
"Um, how many people are we talking about here?"
"Just three."
Right, just three. "Neither of the other two have a car?"
"Nope. One drives her parent's car but they're using it for the night; the other is in the same boat as me, no license yet."
"Do I at least know them?"
"I'm sure you do. It's Natalia, Alyson, and Lillian."
I immediately recognized the names and the pretty faces that went with them. Ashley and her friends were living proof of the statement "good looking people hang out with other good looking people." I had met the trio early in Ashley's high school career after moving to our current home. She occasionally brought them over to the house to study, exchange CDs, and do whatever else girls do together. They never stayed for long, however; maybe for an hour or two before leaving. It was usually Ashley who did the visiting.
When her friends did come to our house, I would walk by my sister's bedroom to the kitchen, living room, bathroom, or wherever else I could excuse myself to see what the girls were up to. I didn't mean to peep on them, but I couldn't help myself. They were all truly attractive women, each with something that set them apart from the other. My interaction with Ashley's friends had been limited thus far, so I made sure to steal a glimpse of them at every opportunity. I hadn't seen any of the girls yet that summer, and the prospect of seeing them again made me tingle.
Ashley disrupted my reverie. "Judging by that smile of yours, I think you do know them."
"It's been a couple of months since I've last seen your friends, but I do recall the names."
"Okay, goodie. It won't take long to pick the girls up. One of the them lives a couple minutes away and the last two live next door to each other."
"That sounds fine. Let me get my shoes and keys and I'll meet you out front."
"Um, can you get dressed too?"
I looked down at the high school gym shorts and faded green t-shirt I was wearing. "Aren't I just going to drop you and your friends off at the movies?"
"Well, sort of, but we want to go to the new megaplex theater. You know, the one that opened at the mall last week."
"Okay... that still doesn't explain why I need to get dressed."
She winked slyly. "I'll make it worth your while if you do."
No man could have denied her womanly charms, especially someone as love-stricken as I was. I feigned a sigh and stood up from my leather chair. "I'll need some time to get ready."
"You have ten minutes." She skipped out of my bedroom with a smile and closed the door behind her.
* * *
"So, who am I picking up first?"
"Lillian. Just the park the car right here by the sidewalk."
"Are you going to get her or should I?"
"Just honk the horn." Ashley slammed her palm into the steering wheel.
I flinched at the blaring sound. "Jeez, sis, a little warning would've been nice. You almost blew out my eardrums."
She ignored my complaint as a brunette beauty exited the house and approached us. Ashley opened her window and waved. "Hi, Lilly! It's so good to see you."
"Hey Ashy, it's great to see you too. We have so much to talk about."
"Totally, but hurry up and get in. We need to pick up Natty and Aly."
Lillian slid into the backseat. "Introduce me to our handsome chauffer, Ashy."
"It's only my brother, Brian," my sister answered nonchalantly.
"Way to kill the mood, I know who he is." She leaned between the front seats. "It's nice seeing you, Brian."
"Hi Lillian." I tried not to let her face distract me from the road. "Nice to see you again."
"Call me Lilly like the rest of the world does. There's no need to be so formal."
"Okay, sure thing."
"Let's try that again, shall we?"
"Hi Lilly."
"Hi Brian."
* * *
"Stop, stop, stop," Ashley stammered. "Natalia's house is right here. Pull into the driveway."
"As you wish. Should I honk?"
"No, don't honk. Her parents are still home. They'll be pissed if you did that. Just give me a sec." Ashley fished out her phone from her purse, tapped some digits, and held it to her ear. "Hey Natty, is Aly with you? I'm in front of your house with Lilly. Hurry out here."
Ten seconds after my sister hung up, a dark-haired raven and a slim blonde temptress appeared from around the garage. Ashley and Lillian waved at them through their open windows.
"Hey guys," Natalia greeted, brushing her long black bangs from her eyes. She bent down to the passenger window. "Hello Brian, glad you could join us."
Alyson bent down beside her. "Hey Brian, it's been a while. How's college life treating you? Lots of booze and partying, I bet."
"Hey ladies," I replied, firming my voice. "College has been pretty fun. Not too many parties, but I-"
"Save the chitchat for later," Ashley interrupted. "Let's get to the mall first."
"Yeah, okay," the girls agreed.
Lillian scooted over for our two new patrons to slide inside. Once they were buckled up, I pulled out of the driveway and drove toward the mall.
"Hey Brian, how did Ashy convince you to come with us?" Alyson asked.
"She didn't have to do much," I said. "After all, I'm only dropping you girls off at the mall."
"Dropping us off? That's not what she told us."
"Really? What exactly did she tell you?"
Natalia spoke up. "That you were going to treat us to a fabulous evening of fine dining at Bernardo's Bistro and a movie right after."
Either my memory was failing or someone was playing a mean trick on me. "Sis, you wouldn't happen to have another brother I don't know about, do you? One that was crazy enough to agree to all that?"
Ashley's cheeks turned pink. "Sorry, I didn't mean to trick you. You said you didn't have any plans tonight and I didn't want you to stay home alone, so I figured you could come with us. I'm not serious about the dining and the movie. The treating part, I mean. You don't have to pay for us." She turned around and shot Natalia a vile stare. "Right, Nat?"
In the rearview mirror I could see Natalia shrink into a mouse. She squeaked, "Sorry, I didn't mean to make anyone mad. Can you forgive me, Brian?"
"Yeah, of course I forgive you. I wasn't mad, just surprised."
As I redirected my attention to the street, I now understood why Ashley had asked me to get dressed; she wanted to take me on a play date with her friends. I had to admit, spending a night with four gorgeous women was a lot better than my initial plan of staring at my screensaver until my eyes bled. Her friends seemed like fun people to hang out with and I could picture myself having a great time with them. And with Ashley around, I was guaranteed to have more than just a great time, as I would soon find out.
We arrived fifteen minutes later at a grand shopping mall, one of the few places of teenage interests near our neighborhood. It was a large two-floored complex with five wings: four of which were occupied by stores, and the fifth occupied by the general food court and that led to the theater. The theater itself wasn't directly connected to the mall, so even past the mall's closing time the theater would still be open. The upscale restaurants, such as the one we were going to eat at, resided at the ends of each wing.
While our group proceeded to the Italian restaurant under the bright lights of the mall, I was able to clearly see how attractive Ashley's friends really were. Lillian, with her amber brown, almost reddish hair flowing down her back, wore an orange tee, dark jean jacket, and matching dark jean pants. Natalia, with her pitch-black hair in long pigtails over her shoulders, wore a fashionable baby blue tank top and tan capri pants that went a few inches down her kneecaps. Finally there was Alyson, with the ends of her shoulder-length blonde hair curled, who wore a tiny pink jacket over a tight white tee, and an eye-catching pink skirt that ended halfway down her thighs. Ashley and the girls all carried duplicate designer purses, each a different color, and had on very alluring make-up.
When we arrived at the restaurant, there was a long line of guests waiting outside.
"Wow, there's a lot of people here," I commented. "It's going to take a while to get a table."
"Not quite," Alyson calmly said. "Let me handle it."
I waited with the other girls as she entered the restaurant alone. She came out a couple of minutes later and announced, "Okay, table is ready."
The restaurant's hostess led our small party of five to the back of the restaurant, away from the lights and noises of the mall. We were presented with a booth large enough to seat at least eight. Along the way I had whispered to Ashley what was going on and she coolly replied we had reservations.
Standing behind the girls, I waited for them to seat themselves. But instead of sliding in, they all stared at me.
"Ladies first?" I offered.
"You can sit in the middle," Ashley insisted. "You're the only guy here and we want you to be comfortable."
I glanced at each of her friends and found no objection. Feeling a nudge in my side, I scooted into the half-circle leather seat. Ashley followed closely behind and sat to my right with Lillian to hers. Natalia sidled into the booth to my left and Alyson sat beside her. Our hostess laid out the menus on the table and left us to decide our orders.
"Mmm, it smells so good in here," Natalia said.
"Yeah, definitely," Lillian agreed. She opened her menu and honed in on exactly what she wanted as if she ate at the restaurant every other day. "Their stuffed chicken marsala is to die for."
My sister diligently skimmed her menu. "What are you going to order, brother?"
I browsed the list of foreign dishes. "I'm not sure. Everything looks so fancy. What do you ladies recommend?"
One thing I would learn that night about Ashley and her friends was they're very competitive, even when there was nothing to compete over, like finding me something to eat. They each shouted their recommendations over the other, and it was difficult to discern anything they said. I looked around and saw a few people frowning at our commotion. Despite the classy atmosphere of the restaurant--by mall standards--there were many young couples, some probably there on their first dates. The girls were oblivious to their gazes, however, and they continued to make enough noise to make the restaurant sound like a common fast food joint.
"That sounds excellent," I interrupted, closing my menu after reading the first thing in the pasta section. "I think I'll go with the fettuccine alfredo."
"But none of us suggested that," Alyson pointed out.
"Really? I could've sworn I heard one of you mention it."
"Well, I suggested the shrimp fettuccine," Natalia said.
"And I suggested the chicken alfredo," Lillian added.
"There you go. That's where I must've heard it from."
The two girls smiled gleefully across the table at each other for having played some part in deciding my dinner.
Minutes later a waiter approached our table and asked for our order of drinks. Ashley requested a limoncello lemonade, Alyson and Natalia a Venetian Sunset, and Lillian a tropical sangria. I ordered a Pepsi.
I was quickly teased on my choice of beverage as the waiter left.
"Brother, try something new," Ashley said. "You can drink soda any other time."
"Hey, you know that's not true. Most places serve Coke. I'm not going to pass up a cold glass of Pepsi when it's right there in front of me."
"How about we make you a deal. If you let us order your drink--and you drink it all--we'll pay for your entire meal."
The advent of the internet had taught me it was never okay to let the lady pay on behalf of the gentleman. "That's quite a proposal, but I don't think it's decent for me to accept. It doesn't seem right."
"If you're concerned about us having to spend a little extra, then don't. It's been taken into consideration."
I was puzzled by what she meant by "consideration." How far in advance had she planned for me to come with her and her friends? They weren't rattled when they saw me in the driver's seat, so they must had known for a while was tagging along. With the way Ashley had assumed I didn't have anything better to do for the night, I thought it was a spur of the moment when she asked me to get dressed. It made more sense she had planned everything much earlier.
This wild speculation was putting a hamper on my mood. I set it aside and worried about the now. "Okay, if you say so. Count me in for the wager."
Ashley cheerfully smiled, and once again the booth was filled with the voices of four lively girls as they shouted out names of various beverages and exotic wines. While they fussed over what to get me, I caroused the drink section of the menu. My stomach did flip-flops as I tried to read some of the names. Anything I couldn't pronounce like "pinot grigio-sauvignon blanc" scared the heck out of me. My tastes were far from refined, and I didn't want to offend Ashley and her friends if I couldn't hold my end of the bet.
I thought about rescinding when Ashley said, "Okay, we've decided."
"And what's the decision?" I croaked.
"A Sicilian splash. It's a blend of cranberry juice, orange syrup, and club soda with a touch of lemon."
I breathed a sigh of relief. "Sounds delicious. Thanks, girls."
Beneath the table, Ashley patted my right knee. "You're welcome, brother."
The waiter returned with the first round of beverages and customary appetizers of garlic bread. "Is everyone ready to order now or shall I give you all some more time?"
Starting with Lillian, the five of us took turns giving him our orders. The women were very detailed when it came to how they wanted their meals. "Not too much garlic, please." "Less mushrooms and more olives." "Extra sauce on mine." "Cut the noodles extra small." More than half the writing on the waiter's notepad were excess scribbles instead of actual orders.
"And a Sicilian splash for our date, please," Ashley added.
Giving us a bow, the waiter hastily left our table.
"I'm someone's date now?" I chimed. "This evening keeps getting better and better."
"Not someone's date," she corrected. "Everyone's."
The idea of dating any one of the girls, let alone all of them, brought a wide grin to my face. Have I mentioned how pretty they were?
I did find it a little odd none of them made a remark about my sister being one of my "dates." Maybe they thought she just was kidding, which was true in a sense, considering she had probably meant it as a joke, but I couldn't help but wonder if her friends weren't entirely opposed to the idea.
I wasn't able to dwell on the thought for long over their raving chatter. Although I may have been their dates, the girls had a lot more to say to each other than to me. Which was fine, of course; I didn't want to meddle in their personal matters. But just because I kept quiet didn't mean I also ignored them.
Since I sat in the middle, I was able to hear everything they discussed: what they had done so far for the summer, what they hadn't done yet, what classes they wanted to take for college, who's cuter between Matt Damon and Brad Pitt. It was an overwhelming amount of information to process, and I hoped the girls wouldn't quiz me on any of it.
There was an unexpected break in the conversation when Lillian turned to me. "Brian, I hope you don't mind me getting a little personal, but is there anyone special in your life?"
I had wondered when that question would pop up. It was natural for females to inquire about the love life of the opposite sex, especially when there were other females around who could further embarrass the male. It also wasn't the first time I had been asked something similar.
"Yes, there is," I confidently answered. "My sister, Ashley. She means so much to me. I don't think I can live without her." I hugged my sibling in the hopes I would embarrass her the way she had embarrassed me a few days ago, maybe even throw off her friends. I was surprised when she patted my chest instead, like she was proud of my response.
"Aww, that is sooo sweet," Natalia swooned.
"Ashy, your brother is too awesome," Alyson praised.
Lillian smiled and quickly added, "But what about a girlfriend? Are you seeing anyone?"
I looked down at my sister for a sign on how to answer the question. She didn't look up, however, and I was left to answer it alone. "No, I'm not seeing anyone like that, and I'm not worried about it either. After all, I'm here having dinner with four lovely women. What more can a guy want?"
Lillian tipped her beverage in the air. "Cheers to that."
We all clinked our glasses together and took a sip. All except Alyson. She stared keenly at me. "I have another question for you. If you were to ask one of us out, who would it be?"
That was one curveball I didn't expect. I coughed on my soda and a dribble streamed down my chin. "Ahem, don't take this the wrong way but I barely know any of you. I don't want to upset anyone."
"It's okay, you can answer it. We won't get angry."
"I really shouldn't. I might give someone the wrong impression."
Before she could further pester me, Natalia came to the rescue. "Stop bugging him, Aly. Is that anyway to treat our date? Let him eat dinner in peace."
Alyson turned to Natalia and opened her mouth to say something, but managed to contain herself. Turning back to me, she sheepishly said, "Sorry, Brian. I didn't mean to bother you."
Already I could tell Alyson was the most outspoken of the bunch. "No need to apologize. Living with three females, I've had plenty of time to get accustomed to embarrassing questions. Besides, our food hasn't arrived yet so I'm not really eating."
Alyson cracked a small smile as she sunk into her seat. It took her a short minute to rebound, and she soon joined the rest of the girls as they shared more of their summer experiences. As I listened, I discovered they had gone on separate vacations with their families and tonight was the first night in a few weeks they were all home.
During the conversation I noticed Ashley was awfully quiet compared to her friends. I had a strong idea for why that was the case. She had spent every day of her summer so far with me or Nicole, most of it at home, and she was probably feeling left out. I was sure she had a mountain of other things she wished she could have told her friends, like details on what she and I had been doing together the past week, but couldn't for obvious reasons.
As I watched Ashley nibble on a breadstick, I felt bad not helping her live her summer to the fullest. She was, after all, starting college in a couple of months, and should have been making the most of her last pre-adult days. It wasn't as if I'd been forcing her to stay at home with me, but I should have been doing more to make this an unforgettable summer. Beyond what happened in our bedrooms, anyway.
Ashley caught me staring at her while she finished her breadstick. She didn't turn her head to me, but her flickering pupils in the corner of her eyes told me I was busted. Grabbing another breadstick from the center of the table, she winked as she slowly slid it through her glossy lips until the first three of six inches were in her mouth. Her cheeks caved in ever so subtly as she sucked on it.
My sister must have heard something interesting from her friends' chatter because she immediately pulled the breadstick out to make a snappy comment. I had no clue what she was saying, though, since I was busy staring at her saliva-tipped appetizer and the red lipstick ring around it. When she finished her comment, she slid the breadstick into her mouth again.
This motion repeated a few times, with her lightly sucking on the stick, pulling it out to make another remark, and then sliding it back between her lips. Each time her cheeks would cave in a little more, and the bread would come out a little wetter.
I tried looking away every once in awhile so the other girls wouldn't catch me staring. With Ashley jumping in and out of the chatter, her friends only paid attention to her when she was talking, instead of when she was giving a piece of bread fellatio.
Taking things one step further, my sister consumed more and more of the breadstick. Four inches, five inches. She stopped for a second, then closed her eyes as she pushed the final inch into her mouth. When she had the whole thing consumed, her eyes suddenly opened. She coughed and pulled the stick out.
Half remained in her mouth. As she chewed on it, the other girls stared at my sister in what would be the quietest ten seconds of the evening.
Ashley swallowed her bite. "Ugh, too much garlic." She stuck her tongue out and made a potty face.
"Maybe you should slow down on the appetizers," Lillian suggested. "Don't forget you have a real meal on the way."
Ashley put down the rest of her soggy breadstick. "Yeah, good idea."
When the girls returned to their talk, Ashley gave me another wink, and then joined them in chatter. Meanwhile I adjusted my erection to a slightly more comfortable position in my pants leg.
It was five minutes later when our food arrived. The girls had chosen dishes from different sections of the menu: pasta, lasagna, seafood, and chicken. They spent the next couple of minutes sharing their dishes until they all had matching plates. None said a word during the exchange. The way they passed the plates in an orderly circle and knew how much to take from each one made it seem as if they'd been doing this every time they ate together.
I was feeling left out as I stared at my plain fettuccine alfredo. It wasn't that I wanted the foursome to share their dinner with me, but I figured I should have at least offered my plate to them.
"Hey girls, if any of you want to try some of this alfredo, feel free to take some right off my plate."
"You don't have to offer us any," Natalia said. "We don't want to get in the way of your dinner."
They didn't want to get in the way of my dinner? "Okay, if you say so, but my offer still stands."
Natalia gave me an acknowledging nod and, along with the others, proceeded to chow down and talk about anything and everything. The conversation somehow led to my sister storytelling our day at the amusement park with our youngest sibling, Nicole, two days earlier in which the twelve year-old ran Ashley and I ragged. We didn't get a whole lot of sleep the night before the trip, and the lack of rest was evident the following morning. From the moment Nikky barged into our rooms to wake us up, it was non-stop hustle and bustle from sunrise to sunset.
When we arrived home that night around nine, Ashley and I were too tired to do much of anything. It ended up being the first evening we hadn't been intimate in a while, and it was bizarre kissing each other good night without helping each other achieve at least one orgasm. We partly made up for it the following afternoon, but our muscles were still too sore to really get into the act. The downtime persisted until the next day, which made it Friday, and ergo the current situation of me eating dinner with my sister and her friends. Of course Ashley told them only about what happened at the amusement park and not the events afterwards.
The conversation drifted onto a variety of other subjects before settling on our food.
"Mm-mmm, I love, love, love lobster," Lillian touted. "I can eat the seafood pasta here every night until the day I die."
"The seafood here is decent," Alyson said with an air of indifference, "but it's nowhere near as good as Amalfi's."
"Considering a plate at Amalfi's is more expensive than all of ours combined at this place, it better be ten times tastier if I'm going to shell out fifty bucks for a lobster claw."
"Aly, you have to hook us up with dinner at Amalfi's one night," my sister said. "I don't care how you manage to eat there every month, just share the wealth with the rest of us at least once. That place is impossible to get reservations to."
"Ashy-girl, you know I only eat there because I have a really, really close contact. It's one thing to get a table for lil' ol' me, it's another to get a table for four girls right out of high school."
"Fine, whatever, you always give that same excuse. But if you can get us a table, I'd drop everything I'm doing just to be able to walk into the top-rated restaurant of last year."
As dinner neared its end, our waiter arrived carrying one more dish for our table. "Dessert on the house." He set it down with our bill.
"Good Lord," Lillian gasped, "that is one heck of a dessert."
"If there's one thing this place has that no other restaurant can top, it's their dessert," Alyson admitted.
A monstrous chocolate fudge cake, at least one foot tall, dripping with chocolate syrup, vanilla ice cream, and chocolate cookie chunks, towered over our empty plates.
Natalia poked her fork into it and took the first bite. "Oh my gosh, this cake is so delicious. It can't be legal to have this much sugar in one mouthful."
Ashley took the next bite. "Wow, I think my sweet tooth is going numb from all this chocolate. I'm going to wake up ten pounds heavier tomorrow. "
Alyson and Lillian dug into the dessert together, and for the next few minutes, I watched them consume a mere quarter of the cake.
"Don't you want some dessert?" Ashley asked me, a smudge of chocolate on her left dimple.
"No, I shouldn't. It's your dessert. You ladies go ahead and enjoy it."
"We can't eat this alone. We're not even halfway finished." She scooped a forkful and raised it to my mouth. "C'mon, try some. It's really yummy."
I reluctantly took a bite.
"So, what do you think?"
"Mmm, that's pretty darn good. Thanks, sis."
Ashley fed me another forkful and then one for herself, alternating between the two of us for a couple more bites. I noticed her friends were giving us eccentric looks but Ashley didn't stop with the personal service. That was when I finally picked up my own fork and helped myself to the dessert. We whittled it down to two inches before calling it quits.
"Looks like your meal is on us," Aly said to me, jotting something down on a notepad. "You finished your drink."
"I wasn't serious about you girls having to pay for me. It wouldn't be a gentlemanly thing to do if I let my dates deal with the expenses. Just hand me the bill and I'll take of it right now."
"There's no need to do that, Bry." She slipped the piece of paper into the bill booklet. "I have it all taken care of. Let's just get out of here before we miss the movie previews."
Our merry band of five tossed down our napkins and paraded out the restaurant to much attention from the other guests.



To Be Cont...........


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Stories:-


A Boy In Babeland - Cheerleader - A Back Rub For Julia - All About Simon - Big Girls Don't Cry - After School Job - Anjali’s Evening Out - House Party with my wife - My wife Bela - Yashodhara's Descent - Good Wife - Cooling Off - Beautiful Housewife Banged - A Remarkable Phase of My Life - A Different Party - A Hero's Welcome - KAMINA (In Hindi) - The Private Party - My Roommate Takes My Girlfriend - Madhu's Job - Doctoring Brother - Oh….Ashley (Running)



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